.:: AWF Presents Prestige XI - LIVE From Dayton, Ohio! ::.
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The camera fades in backstage at Memorial Hall in a hallway near an Exit door. The door opens, and none other than the returning MGK walks through the door dressed in street clothes, a gym bag slung over his shoulder containing his wrestling gear. As he walks down the hallway, AWF Backstage Interviewer Charles Akiyama approaches him excitedly, microphone in his hand.
Akiyama: MGK! Excuse me, can I just get a word for one moment?
MGK: ...Who the hell are you?
Akiyama: I'm Charles Akiyama, but you can call me Charlie.
Akiyama raises his hand for a high five, but MGK simply glares at him, and Charles frowns, slowly lowering his hand.
MGK: How 'bout I just call you [CENSORED]?
Akiyama: Well... um... that's... not really what my friends call me...
MGK: I'm not your friend. What do you want?
Akiyama: MGK, it's been over six months since you last competed in a wrestling ring. Just moments before you make your return to action, what's going through your mind and what can we expect
MGK: ...Is that a trick question? Listen, [CENSORED], you seem like a nice kid, so I'm gonna cut you a break. What's going through my mind is, I'm gonna go out there, I'm gonna defeat Kira, and I'm going to remind everyone in this company exactly who I am. You can expect one hell of a show, [CENSORED]. Expect a great match, and expect to see the genesis of something very special in this company. I'm taking this match seriously, [CENSORED], but believe me when I say this is just the beginning of bigger things to come. The landscape of the AWF is about to change, and when all is said and done there will be no doubt in anyone's mind that I am M.G.K... the one, the only, and the true UNDISPUTED Icon. And sooner or later, EVERYONE will learn to to accept that.
Akiyama: Wel-
MGK: Interview over. You can stop talking now.
MGK turns and walks away to get ready for his match, leaving Akiyama slightly shaken, but nonetheless intrigued.
Ascension Wrestling Federation Presents:
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Live at Memorial Hall
Dayton, OH
02/09/18
Capacity: 800
Romano: Welcome back to Prestige, AWF-Universe! We are coming at you live from Dayton, OH! Oh, Supremacy. What a night, huh?
Taylor: Prestige was fantastic and so much happened within the AWF! Ezriel defeated El Cazador and got his payment from Alexander Horton. Jackson Steele, my god! He was able to defeat BOTH members of the Brothers of Valhalla! Now he has first crack at Bobby Barratt and Hyperion will forego his immediate AWF Championship chance until Jackson has a go at it.
Romano: That's right, but don't forget about Bobby Barratt. He defeated the AXW Champion Stormcrow, proving AWF Supremacy no-pun-intended and forcing THEIR champion to defend their belt in a handicapped match!
Taylor: It was a fantastic night! The only thing that could have made it better was either Hyperion or Michael Storm bringing that X*Crown gold to the AWF!
Romano: Perhaps so, but the AWF did so well, that it's only reasonable perhaps some of the other promotions within the XHF Network can enjoy their time before we take it back. Until then, let's talk about tonight.
Taylor: Yes! The AWF CEO Terry Bradshaw has returned and he's taking on the Big Black Co-... Cat! We also have TWO championship defenses! Nathan Thunder is looking to become the AWF State of Ohio Champion and Nelly Angel is looking to be the Prestige Class Champion! Will gold change hands tonight?
Romano: Perhaps, but that's not all! Our main event tonight is STABLE VERSUS STABLE! The Icons are looking to take on The Order. It's Goliath versus Goliath in this match. These two have been going at it since The Order formed at the Holiday Themed Family Friendly Wrestling Program!
Taylor: And don't forget - our first AWF Prestige Class Champion, Kira Izumi, is going one on one against the returning XHF Legend - M.G.K.! Who will win in this battle of yesterday's glory? For now, let's head to the office of the AWF's commissioner, Alexander Horton!
Taylor: Prestige was fantastic and so much happened within the AWF! Ezriel defeated El Cazador and got his payment from Alexander Horton. Jackson Steele, my god! He was able to defeat BOTH members of the Brothers of Valhalla! Now he has first crack at Bobby Barratt and Hyperion will forego his immediate AWF Championship chance until Jackson has a go at it.
Romano: That's right, but don't forget about Bobby Barratt. He defeated the AXW Champion Stormcrow, proving AWF Supremacy no-pun-intended and forcing THEIR champion to defend their belt in a handicapped match!
Taylor: It was a fantastic night! The only thing that could have made it better was either Hyperion or Michael Storm bringing that X*Crown gold to the AWF!
Romano: Perhaps so, but the AWF did so well, that it's only reasonable perhaps some of the other promotions within the XHF Network can enjoy their time before we take it back. Until then, let's talk about tonight.
Taylor: Yes! The AWF CEO Terry Bradshaw has returned and he's taking on the Big Black Co-... Cat! We also have TWO championship defenses! Nathan Thunder is looking to become the AWF State of Ohio Champion and Nelly Angel is looking to be the Prestige Class Champion! Will gold change hands tonight?
Romano: Perhaps, but that's not all! Our main event tonight is STABLE VERSUS STABLE! The Icons are looking to take on The Order. It's Goliath versus Goliath in this match. These two have been going at it since The Order formed at the Holiday Themed Family Friendly Wrestling Program!
Taylor: And don't forget - our first AWF Prestige Class Champion, Kira Izumi, is going one on one against the returning XHF Legend - M.G.K.! Who will win in this battle of yesterday's glory? For now, let's head to the office of the AWF's commissioner, Alexander Horton!
The camera fades to Alexander Horton’s office, where Horton is stood looking down at some paperwork. Almost immediately he looks up and towards the entrance of the office, the camera moves over to show that in the entrance is the X*Crown Champion, Rob Arnold. Horton squints at Arnold, who is holding the BDDWF Ultimate Title over his shoulder.
Horton: So security weren’t joking, you actually are here.
Arnold: Indeed I am, Mr. Horton.
Horton: And what, dare I ask is the purpose of your visit? Shouldn’t you be in the United Kingdom doing something more suited to your twilight hours show, rather than damaging my family-friendly one?
Arnold laughs and walks in, placing a hand on Horton’s shoulder.
Arnold: Now Alex, can I call you Alex? Actually no, I’m not sure I like you enough yet to be on first names with you. Now Horton – much better – Horton I’m here because you and I can help each other.
Horton looks confused.
Arnold: You see, I promised the XHF Network a better standard of champion, and I’m starting to put that into action tonight. I’ve come here to make you an offer.
Horton: An offer?
Arnold: Is there an echo? Yes an offer Horton. You see, you and I, we equally need each other.
Horton: I fail to see how.
Arnold: Well it’s simple, I only have a finite amount of people to hurt in AXW, it’s a growing show, it’s full of promise, but right now I can’t wait for that to happen, I have a title to defend and a hunger to fill. So I’m willing to showcase my skills here in AWF in return for you sending some of your guys across the pond to fight for my titles. It’s very quid-pro-quo.
Horton: Mr Arnold, what makes you think I’d be remotely interested in having you, somebody who recently broke a man’s limb-
Arnold: Oh you saw that? I thought you’d be too vanilla to stomach it.
Horton pauses, sneers at Arnold, before continuing
Horton: You are dangerous, you are not family friendly, and I don’t want you here putting risk to my program or my talent!
Arnold raises a pausing hand towards Horton.
Arnold: I get it, you’re trying to be all squeaky clean and all that. The thing is, the offer is out there now, and your talent won’t be too happy when they realise that you’re blocking them all of golden opportunities. They may get so upset that, well, they may just jump ship. That wouldn’t be great for business, would it? I get that it’s tough, running a business like this, you have to keep that idiot Ziko in check whilst trying to maintain an image for the company, add to that, Terry’s back on the scene and we all know how that ended last time...you have your work cut out. I thought an offer like mine would come as a saving grace to you, but maybe you’re just feeling a bit blindsided. That’s okay Horton, I’ll tell you what, I’ll be back in two weeks, you take your time to think about it, but I think you’ll soon see it my way.
Arnold smirks and walks out, leaving Horton to ponder his proposal. The camera cuts to the inside of the ring, where the Prestige 11 is to have its first match.
Supermassive Black Hole begins to blare over the speakers throughout the arena, and the crowd reacts with dead silence. After a beat, out onto the stage comes Terry Bradshaw, dressed in a black suit and, for some reason, wearing a top hat. He does a Michael Jackson-like spin on the stage, and then proceeds to moonwalk backwards down the entrance ramp. Only a few paces in, he stumbles and falls backwards. Angrily, he gets up to his feet, points to a random fan, and yells "SHOW SOME RESPECT". He then turns back towards the ring, trying to high five fans who mostly ignore him, and smiles as he tap dances the rest of the way down the ramp. He climbs into the ring, takes off his top hat, and throws it into the crowd. Nobody wants it though, and so a fan spits in the hat, then throws it back into the ring. Terry picks up the hat, looking disappointed, then puts it back on his head anyway as his music fades.
Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall - introducing first from THE SHADOW REALM, weighing-
Terry cuts her off and whispers something in her ear.
Jessie Love: Oh. I have just been informed that Mr. Bradshaw has lost a considerable amount of weight during his absence and that he now wishes to be billed as "much lighter than that fat fffff... fool... Copycat!"
Terry then grabs the mic from Jessie.
Terry Bradshaw: And that fat [CENSORED] was supposed to accompany me to the ring tonight! Where is he? Huh? Where are you, Copycat!? When I find you, I'm giving you fair warning now - because I'm such a nice guy - that I'm gonna cut all your skin off. And then I'm gonna eat it. Because the skin's the best part. And I'm gonna make YOU eat it with me. So how do you like THEM apples, HUH?
Romano: I'd like to point out that Mr. Bradshaw's opinions don't necessarily mirror those of the AWF.
Terry Bradshaw: But I hope you've got a good viewpoint Copycat because what I'm about to do to this Big Black Cat [CENSORED] is gonna be ten times worse than what I'll do to you! So at least you can sleep easy knowing that however bad you're gonna have it later, you won't be in NEARLY as much pain as this JACKASS is about to be in! So get your Big Black ASS out here so I can rip that gimp suit off of you and replace my one which mysteriously vanished not so long ago!
Ted Nugent's "Cat Scratch Fever" plays and the arena entrance is lit up with spotlights. Suddenly, nobody bursts through the curtain and the fans give absolutely no reaction.
Romano: Uhh... where is he?
Taylor: He's a black cat! It's dark! He's probably in here somewhere!
The song continues to play and still there is no sign of BBC.
Taylor: Or... he probably got scared that Terry Bradshaw is going to do something to him that is apparently ten times worse than being flayed alive and force-fed your own skin...
The song stops and the arena lights come back on, causing the crowd to boo. Terry gets on the mic again.
Terry Bradshaw: What the [CENSORED] is this [CENSORED]? This won't do! I'm Terry [CENSORED] Bradshaw! And I have a RAGING violence-boner right now! I'm gonna get an opponent if it's the last thing I do!
Terry throws down the microphone and hops out of the ring. He looks like he's about to head down the aisle when he suddenly veers off to the front row and grabs a fan, pulling him halfway over the barricade!
Terry Bradshaw: You'll do!
Taylor: Oh good lord no!
Terry tries to wrestle the fan over the top of the barricade when he gets rushed by security, who try to prize him off of the paying customer.
Terry Bradshaw: Get off me! I'm Terry Bradshaw dammit! I won the Superbowl! I'm Batman! I own this planet! I can do whatever I want!
Despite there being three burly guys trying to stop Terry from decking the fan, and a dozen more people the other side of the barrier trying to pull the fan away to safety, Terry has an iron grip on the man's shirt.
Romano: Somebody needs to stop this...
Suddenly! Big Black Cat's music starts up again!
Romano: He's here! He's coming to save the day!
But he wasn't, not really! As Terry threw fists into the poor man's back, BBC was still reluctant to come through the curtain... finally though he appeared, pushed through by two backstage workers who stood guard at the curtain so he couldn't escape back to the locker room.
Romano: Big Black Cat has arrived on the scene and he's stalking his prey!
BBC panics and tries to get past the two staffers as Terry spots him, and runs up the aisle with a furious bloodlust in his eyes and a tentpole in his pants.
Taylor: You know when he said he had a...
Romano: Yeah I know.
Taylor: I didn't expect him to literally have a...
Romano: Yeah me neither.
BBC spins round in a circle trying to figure out what the hell he's going to do when Terry gets close enough to lunge at him - he drops to the ground, probably because he momentarily blacked out, and Terry takes out the two staff members in the entranceway. Undeterred, Terry gets up and so does BBC, this time BBC runs the only way he can and that's towards the ring.
Horton: So security weren’t joking, you actually are here.
Arnold: Indeed I am, Mr. Horton.
Horton: And what, dare I ask is the purpose of your visit? Shouldn’t you be in the United Kingdom doing something more suited to your twilight hours show, rather than damaging my family-friendly one?
Arnold laughs and walks in, placing a hand on Horton’s shoulder.
Arnold: Now Alex, can I call you Alex? Actually no, I’m not sure I like you enough yet to be on first names with you. Now Horton – much better – Horton I’m here because you and I can help each other.
Horton looks confused.
Arnold: You see, I promised the XHF Network a better standard of champion, and I’m starting to put that into action tonight. I’ve come here to make you an offer.
Horton: An offer?
Arnold: Is there an echo? Yes an offer Horton. You see, you and I, we equally need each other.
Horton: I fail to see how.
Arnold: Well it’s simple, I only have a finite amount of people to hurt in AXW, it’s a growing show, it’s full of promise, but right now I can’t wait for that to happen, I have a title to defend and a hunger to fill. So I’m willing to showcase my skills here in AWF in return for you sending some of your guys across the pond to fight for my titles. It’s very quid-pro-quo.
Horton: Mr Arnold, what makes you think I’d be remotely interested in having you, somebody who recently broke a man’s limb-
Arnold: Oh you saw that? I thought you’d be too vanilla to stomach it.
Horton pauses, sneers at Arnold, before continuing
Horton: You are dangerous, you are not family friendly, and I don’t want you here putting risk to my program or my talent!
Arnold raises a pausing hand towards Horton.
Arnold: I get it, you’re trying to be all squeaky clean and all that. The thing is, the offer is out there now, and your talent won’t be too happy when they realise that you’re blocking them all of golden opportunities. They may get so upset that, well, they may just jump ship. That wouldn’t be great for business, would it? I get that it’s tough, running a business like this, you have to keep that idiot Ziko in check whilst trying to maintain an image for the company, add to that, Terry’s back on the scene and we all know how that ended last time...you have your work cut out. I thought an offer like mine would come as a saving grace to you, but maybe you’re just feeling a bit blindsided. That’s okay Horton, I’ll tell you what, I’ll be back in two weeks, you take your time to think about it, but I think you’ll soon see it my way.
Arnold smirks and walks out, leaving Horton to ponder his proposal. The camera cuts to the inside of the ring, where the Prestige 11 is to have its first match.
Supermassive Black Hole begins to blare over the speakers throughout the arena, and the crowd reacts with dead silence. After a beat, out onto the stage comes Terry Bradshaw, dressed in a black suit and, for some reason, wearing a top hat. He does a Michael Jackson-like spin on the stage, and then proceeds to moonwalk backwards down the entrance ramp. Only a few paces in, he stumbles and falls backwards. Angrily, he gets up to his feet, points to a random fan, and yells "SHOW SOME RESPECT". He then turns back towards the ring, trying to high five fans who mostly ignore him, and smiles as he tap dances the rest of the way down the ramp. He climbs into the ring, takes off his top hat, and throws it into the crowd. Nobody wants it though, and so a fan spits in the hat, then throws it back into the ring. Terry picks up the hat, looking disappointed, then puts it back on his head anyway as his music fades.
Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall - introducing first from THE SHADOW REALM, weighing-
Terry cuts her off and whispers something in her ear.
Jessie Love: Oh. I have just been informed that Mr. Bradshaw has lost a considerable amount of weight during his absence and that he now wishes to be billed as "much lighter than that fat fffff... fool... Copycat!"
Terry then grabs the mic from Jessie.
Terry Bradshaw: And that fat [CENSORED] was supposed to accompany me to the ring tonight! Where is he? Huh? Where are you, Copycat!? When I find you, I'm giving you fair warning now - because I'm such a nice guy - that I'm gonna cut all your skin off. And then I'm gonna eat it. Because the skin's the best part. And I'm gonna make YOU eat it with me. So how do you like THEM apples, HUH?
Romano: I'd like to point out that Mr. Bradshaw's opinions don't necessarily mirror those of the AWF.
Terry Bradshaw: But I hope you've got a good viewpoint Copycat because what I'm about to do to this Big Black Cat [CENSORED] is gonna be ten times worse than what I'll do to you! So at least you can sleep easy knowing that however bad you're gonna have it later, you won't be in NEARLY as much pain as this JACKASS is about to be in! So get your Big Black ASS out here so I can rip that gimp suit off of you and replace my one which mysteriously vanished not so long ago!
Ted Nugent's "Cat Scratch Fever" plays and the arena entrance is lit up with spotlights. Suddenly, nobody bursts through the curtain and the fans give absolutely no reaction.
Romano: Uhh... where is he?
Taylor: He's a black cat! It's dark! He's probably in here somewhere!
The song continues to play and still there is no sign of BBC.
Taylor: Or... he probably got scared that Terry Bradshaw is going to do something to him that is apparently ten times worse than being flayed alive and force-fed your own skin...
The song stops and the arena lights come back on, causing the crowd to boo. Terry gets on the mic again.
Terry Bradshaw: What the [CENSORED] is this [CENSORED]? This won't do! I'm Terry [CENSORED] Bradshaw! And I have a RAGING violence-boner right now! I'm gonna get an opponent if it's the last thing I do!
Terry throws down the microphone and hops out of the ring. He looks like he's about to head down the aisle when he suddenly veers off to the front row and grabs a fan, pulling him halfway over the barricade!
Terry Bradshaw: You'll do!
Taylor: Oh good lord no!
Terry tries to wrestle the fan over the top of the barricade when he gets rushed by security, who try to prize him off of the paying customer.
Terry Bradshaw: Get off me! I'm Terry Bradshaw dammit! I won the Superbowl! I'm Batman! I own this planet! I can do whatever I want!
Despite there being three burly guys trying to stop Terry from decking the fan, and a dozen more people the other side of the barrier trying to pull the fan away to safety, Terry has an iron grip on the man's shirt.
Romano: Somebody needs to stop this...
Suddenly! Big Black Cat's music starts up again!
Romano: He's here! He's coming to save the day!
But he wasn't, not really! As Terry threw fists into the poor man's back, BBC was still reluctant to come through the curtain... finally though he appeared, pushed through by two backstage workers who stood guard at the curtain so he couldn't escape back to the locker room.
Romano: Big Black Cat has arrived on the scene and he's stalking his prey!
BBC panics and tries to get past the two staffers as Terry spots him, and runs up the aisle with a furious bloodlust in his eyes and a tentpole in his pants.
Taylor: You know when he said he had a...
Romano: Yeah I know.
Taylor: I didn't expect him to literally have a...
Romano: Yeah me neither.
BBC spins round in a circle trying to figure out what the hell he's going to do when Terry gets close enough to lunge at him - he drops to the ground, probably because he momentarily blacked out, and Terry takes out the two staff members in the entranceway. Undeterred, Terry gets up and so does BBC, this time BBC runs the only way he can and that's towards the ring.
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Match One: Singles Match
Big Black Cat vs Terry Bradshaw
Big Black Cat slides under the bottom rope with Terry hot on his heels and the bell rings. BBC backs into the corner and is immediately squashed by a big splash from Terry, who then scoops him up and slams him to the mat. A cover;
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Terry pulls BBC's shoulder up!
Taylor: Well he could have had this won with two moves!
Romano: I don't think BBC was even TRYING to kick out there!
Terry toys with BBC as he repeats the last spot, hitting him with another scoop slam, and another fake cover only to pull him up at the last second. Terry Irish whips BBC back into the corner and stands in the middle of the ring where he does a really drawn-out and not-very-good version of the Roman Reigns "OOOOOAAAAHHHHHH" thing, before speeding in towards BBC... but the gimp-suited superhero moves and slips through the ropes as Terry reels into the middle of the ring!
BBC is about to hop down and run away when he hears the crowd chanting his name! HIS name! He feels a rush of pride and the fear starts to dissipate somewhat... he decides to strike back! He readies himself to pounce like a cat...
Taylor: He looks like he's gonna unleash a big move here!
Romano: I can see a phenomenal forearm or something BIG happening right now!
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Romano: Oh good lord he took out a cameraman!
BBC looks down in horror at the innocent bystander he has injured and Terry crosses the ring, reaches over the ropes and grabs the gimp mask! He starts pulling and BBC has no option than to go with Terry if he wants to keep his super-secret identity intact!
Terry suplexes BBC over the top rope and BBC tries to scramble back out of the ring but Terry catches him by the leg, dragging him back into the ring he goes to set up a surfboard stretch - but Terry doesn't know how to actually put on a surfboard so he just kind of makes something up.
BBC has no problem escaping the "submission move" and once again makes a dash for the ropes. Terry catches him again and BBC spins round to face him, and gives him a hard slap across the face! The audience gasp in shock and Terry's face turns purple with rage. BBC gives him another slap but this only makes Terry more angry - he whips him across the ring and BBC rebounds, ducks under the attempted clothesline, rebounds again and hits a flying shoulder tackle to take down the legendary former quarterback! He scrambles to make a cover;;
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!
Terry roars as he pushes BBC off of him, the Cat landing on his feet as Terry gets up - BBC grabs Terry's head and hits him with a DDT but Terry doesn't stay down! He hits him with a drop toe hold - finishing move of the legendary Scorpion - but even THAT can't keep him down! Terry charges - BBC sidesteps and directs him into the corner and then follows up with his signature move! The Peril of the Feral! Ten huge slaps to his cornered opponent!
Romano: This is brutal!
Taylor: I can't watch!
Romano: Somebody stop this!
Taylor: I know! Those slaps! They're so feeble!
Terry hasn't stopped roaring since kicking out. Even through all of the DDTs and slaps, he kept roaring. BBC backs off, feeling intimidated and Terry rips at his suit, tearing it off of his body to reveal - another suit!
Romano: Oh man! Terry tore off the workout suit - THAT'S his business suit!
Taylor: NOW he means business!
Terry lunges at BBC - but the quick cat-like reflexes save him and he dodges round behind the AWF's Chief Financial Officer. He kicks him in the back of the ankle which gives him a slight limp, but still Terry keeps coming! BBC jabs him in the stomach! But still he advances!
BBC runs to the ropes and goes for an aerial assault!
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Taylor: Oh my god!
Romano: He just broke the rope!
Taylor: And maybe his nose!
BBC lies face-down on the mat, the crowd heckling him as he botches another move. Terry laughs as he advances on his hapless foe but just when he picks him up, BBC shocks the world with a dump-tackle and flips over for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Is NOT what anybody hears - and BBC looks round in confusion before he spots the referee outside the ring with a member of the ring crew, frantically trying to get the broken rope reattached!
BBC turns back round and right into the path of Terry Bradshaw! Terry grabs him round the throat but BBC swipes his hand away, kicks him in the gut and then goes for a big powerbomb!
He's too weak to lift Terry though so he just settles for a pulling piledriver instead, the impact rattling Terry's concussion-addled brain even more than it was already rattled and swinging the momentum firmly in favor of the BBC!
Taylor: Big Black Cat is suddenly picking up some steam!
Romano: He's on a roll and now he's heading up top looking for that Pussy Attack of his!
BBC stands atop the turnbuckle and feebly hisses, when suddenly he is shoved off the top!
Romano: Wait a minute! That's-
Taylor: Terry Bradshaw!
Romano: But how?!
The second Terry Bradshaw sends BBC tumbling to the mat before entering the ring and pulling the original Terry on top of BBC. The second Terry, the one from the future (it happened, trust me) slipped back under the opposite side of the ring just as the referee came back in and saw BBC being pinned.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner - Terry Bradshaw!
Romano: Well how about that...
Taylor: Terry Bradshaw scores the win but you can chalk that up to an assist from... Terry Bradshaw?
Romano: So is that... is that illegal or what?
Taylor: I'm not sure really... I mean, that was Terry alright but it wasn't the same Terry...
Romano: But at the same time it was...
Taylor: Fascinating...
As the referee raises Terry's hand in the ring facing towards the hard camera, he never spots Future Terry dragging BBC's limp body out of the ring and making his way out through the crowd...
Terry Bradshaw walks out of the ring into the back. He's wearing a suit, but a towel around his neck, not noticing that towels can't absorb moisture if other fabric is in the way. Another suit steps in front of Terry Bradshaw. That suit is filled by the Commissioner of AWF, Alexander Horton.
Horton: Congratulations on your win, Mr. Bradshaw.
Bradshaw: Oh, I see that you're a fan. Who should I make this out to?
Horton cocks his head, a bit confused.
Horton: You don't know who I am? I'm the commissioner of the AWF, Alexander Horton.
Terry Bradshaw pulls out a sharpie and begins to scribble on his suit jacket.
Terry: Alex... wait, how many Ks are in your name again?
Horton: In Alexander? There's non-
Terry: Wait! I got this! Don't tell me. You look like the kind of guy who has three Ks in their name.
Alexander Horton begins to be flustered and manages to push himself away from Terry.
Terry: Now why'd you do that? I wrote down "AleKKKsander Hor". Now everyone thinks you're a slut, which I suppose isn't the worst thing in the world. I, myself, am good friends with a gay whore. His name is Copycat. Nice guy, but fat as shit. I guess that's the rule though, isn't it? If you're fat, you have to be nice?
Horton: Mr. Bradshaw, I've noticed that you were were late today.
Terry: Yeah, yeah. Everyone is two minutes late every now and then.
Horton: Mr. Bradshaw, everyone is expected to be at the arena THREE hours before bell time. So you weren't just two minutes late, you were THREE hours and two minutes late. Remember that you have the first match of the evening, and you nearly missed that! We almost had to replace you with James Delaware!
Terry: Well I got here before AJ Phoenix did, didn't I!? And if you must know, bucko, I'm the CFO of the AWF! You can't tell me what to do!
Horton: First of all, I don't know who AJ Phoenix is, bu-
Terry: HE'S MY ARCH NEMESIS!
Horton: -but, it is BECAUSE you're in upper management that you should be here early. Heck, you should be here BEFORE the rest of the guys so you can set a good example. You're right, I can't really tell you what to do, but we're a team and I'm hoping you could come here a bit earlier next time. Can you do that, pal?
Terry lowers his head slightly, adjusting the lighting so shadows overcome his face. He rubs his hands together as he sharpens his eyes.
Terry: Oh yeah! I'll do that! I'll never be late. Never - EVER - Again. ...Pal.
Horton: Why... Why are you rubbing your hands together?
Terry: Oh, just so you know I'm not doing anything mischievous.
Horton: Oh... O...kay...
Horton feels a shiver crawl through his spine as he turns around and walks away. The camera cuts to the ring as Prestige moves onto its next match.
The opening riffs begin as we pan around the arena and soon focus on the stage. Kira comes out from the back. He looks around before he starts walking down the ramp.
The rules and laws and countries come up with
In front of me, they're all shit
Cause there are people that I've gotta protect
And if you get in my way, you're dead
He walks around the ring slapping hands of his fans and aging on the fans who hate him. He goes around the entire ring before walking up the steps. He pause a minute and looks around before entering the ring.
"I'm gonna be the anti-hero
Feared and hated by everybody
I'm gonna be the anti-hero
So I can save you when the time comes"
He climbs up to the top rope and makes an "X" pose with his arms. He looks around at the crowd before he gets down and repeats the process at the other three turnbuckles. He gets down and heads off to the center of the ring where he beats his chest and puts up an "X" again.
Taylor: There's Kira Izumi! First AWF Prestige Class Champion! Until recently, he was unpinned and untapped in the AWF!
The rules and laws and countries come up with
In front of me, they're all shit
Cause there are people that I've gotta protect
And if you get in my way, you're dead
He walks around the ring slapping hands of his fans and aging on the fans who hate him. He goes around the entire ring before walking up the steps. He pause a minute and looks around before entering the ring.
"I'm gonna be the anti-hero
Feared and hated by everybody
I'm gonna be the anti-hero
So I can save you when the time comes"
He climbs up to the top rope and makes an "X" pose with his arms. He looks around at the crowd before he gets down and repeats the process at the other three turnbuckles. He gets down and heads off to the center of the ring where he beats his chest and puts up an "X" again.
Taylor: There's Kira Izumi! First AWF Prestige Class Champion! Until recently, he was unpinned and untapped in the AWF!
Romano: Kira's absolutely the definition of change in AWF terms. He used to be all evil and no remorse but the miracle of life has changed his ways!
"Throat Full of Glass" by Combichrist begins to play over the speakers, beckoning a loud mix of both cheers and boos. As the vocals to his theme kick in, MGK makes his way out from behind the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a moment, briefly scanning the audience, seemingly indifferent to the crowd's presence. After a beat, he slowly begins to walk towards the ring, holding a proud fist up high above his head. He stops near the ring and lowers his arm, then walks around the ring to the stairs and jogs up to the ring apron. He turns around once more to face the crowd, then enters the ring. He walks to the center of the ring and drops down to one knee. Closing his eyes, he becomes motionless for a moment as the chorus of the song plays throughout the venue. After a moment, he leaps up to his feet and beats his chest angrily. He then walks over to the nearest turnbuckle, and leans into the corner casually, awaiting the match to start.
Taylor: And here's M.G.K. and if you've been watching the AWF in the last two weeks or so, you've seen that he's making waves!
Romano: From verbally attacking the AWF all the way to physically attacking the man who is practically family to him! This is his first match since August of last year. Let's see what he brings to the table now.
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Match Two: Singles Match
Kira Izumi vs M.G.K.
The bell rings and M.G.K. and Kira Izumi are across from one another. Both are known for achieving great things. M.G.K. is the longest-reigning X*Crown Champion for the XHF's active history. Kira is the AWF Prestige Champion. However, neither have won a victory in a while. The path of one of these two will take a drastic turn. The two finally make contact and enclose one another in an elbow-to-collar lock-up. M.G.K. takes the early advantage and torques the arm of Kira. The first AWF Prestige Class Champion tries to grab the arm of M.G.K., but the old timer is able to distance himself well. More than that, he's able to use Kira's momentum against himself. He grabs his shoulders and throws him onto the canvas. M.G.K. goes down with a drop of an elbow, but Kira was quick enough to get back to his feet. The oriental wrestler threw strike after strike to his opponent on the way up. M.G.K., however, is able to climb his way to his strike. Kira goes for one more strike, but the XHF legend is able to hip check Kira! Kira is backed up a foot or so from it. He runs forward to strike M.G.K. with a roundhouse kick but he ducks it! M.G.K. strikes back with a dropkick to Kira's leg, dropping him to one leg. ICON BLITZ! M.G.K. hits his signature Shining Wizard! WAIT! Kira ducks the second kick and grabs M.G.K. with both legs around him. He goes up and... electric chair drop! M.G.K. hits the ground!
Kira scrambles. He rolls over and pins M.G.K.:
...One!
...Tw-Kickout!
Taylor: M.G.K. hits the floor! Kira is able to get one up over the XHF Legend!
Romano: Kira tries so hard. I think the question remains - is M.G.K. being cocky or is this ring rust?
M.G.K. powers through of that kickout. He forces himself off of the canvas as he shakes his head. He looks over to Kira who has a smile on that face, as if asking M.G.K., "Did you like that?" M.G.K. returned that smile. Actually, it's more of a laugh. He mouths something, which to those who know how to read lips, he likely said, "Is that all you got?" Kira responds with a thumbs up, assuring Kira that there's more in store. M.G.K. decides to go up to the center of the ring. He extends both arms out for a test of strength, and who is Kira to refuse? The two have their arms tentatively out. Their arms are about to meet one another and that's when M.G.K. actually SPITS in the face of Kira. Specifically, on his left cheek. Senior Referee Gabe Valentine forces himself in the middle and goes after M.G.K.. He warns him that another attack like that, another piece of unsportsmanlike conduct like that will get him disqualified. M.G.K. closes his eyes and smirks, laughing away with the warning by the AWF official. Bad move - he should have never closed his eyes in such a douche fashion. Kira kicks M.G.K. in the stomach and brings him down with a DDT! M.G.K. tries to get himself off the ground, but Kira's too quick! He switches to the other side of his opponent and wrenches the arm into an arm bar! M.G.K. is immediately in a position of great pain, but finds himself close to the rope. He grasps it, forcing the referee to command Kira to let go. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... F-Kira lets go. Kira rolls over and gets to his feet in his corner, waiting for M.G.K. to fight back.
Romano: That was definitely cockiness.
Taylor: True, but maybe Kira just got a lot better. If you look at his form, it has definitely improved. Perhaps he's bouncing back.
M.G.K. uses the ropes to get himself onto one knee. He's off of the ropes and Kira goes back to M.G.K.. He gets him into a SECOND armbar and M.G.K. immediately returns to hell - to that world of pain and this time, he's away from the ropes. He's not quite at the center of the ring, but far enough where the travel to the ropes won't be as easily reached. The former XHF Champion throws his arms out, hoping to reach the ropes, but his arm falls short. He stretches further and further. He's almost at the ropes where Kira Izumi pulls on the arm of M.G.K. and brings him closer to the center of the ring. M.G.K. is no longer as smug as he used to be. He's realizing that wrestling has changed since the last time he was in the ring. Senior Referee Gaba Valentine is slid on the canvas, right next to M.G.K.. He keeps asking him, "Do you give up? Do you give up?" M.G.K. is shaking his head. He has his arm stretched out. After trying, searching to find the ropes, M.G.K. is forced to slap his hand on the canvas!
Taylor: Did M.G.K. just tap out!? HE JUST TAPPED OUT TO THE IZUMI ARM BAR!
Romano: Not quite, Tommy. Look at what he's doing.
Sure. M.G.K. just tapped his hand on the canvas, but it wasn't to tap out; it was to provide leverage. In a last ditch effort, M.G.K. is putting all the effort he can on that right hand so he could create momentum. He immediately begins to stand up. He has one foot on the canvas. Then another. But Kira isn't chopped liver; he's holding on because he's not ready to give up. He's not ready to lose. He's yelling, screaming even. He's shouting something in Japanese, and that's when - with thunderous applause, M.G.K. lifted Kira off the ground and slammed him onto the mat. The people popped and jumped off their seat. Not necessarily because they like M.G.K., but because the comeback of someone with such an illustrious history is completely nostalgic in how he's being reintroduced to the ring. Kira jumps off from being horizontal and jumps as M.G.K.. He forearms him down to the ring floor. Kira gets back up. M.G.K. ducks a punch. Kira turns around. This time, M.G.K. is ready for him. Shining Wizard! This time, M.G.K. struck Kira Izumi with the Icon Blitz! The people are going nuts! M.G.K. is circling Kira, observing him. He then goes to the corner and slightly squats at the corner, but sticking his right leg father out then the left in an interesting way. For a lot of the people who grew up watching the XHF, they knew exactly what's going on.
Taylor: Superkick! This is the superkick, right!?
Romano: Yes, Tommy. M.G.K. has ended championships reigns, dynasties and careers with that right foot. He has also created championship reigns, dynasties and careers with that foot as well. Can he bring home the win?
And Kira gets up. M.G.K. lunges forward. Superkick! M.G.K. falls down on top of Kira. Senior Referee Gabe Valentine goes for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
The bell rings!
Jessie Love: Your winner of the match: M.G.K.!
Taylor: He did it, Cassius! M.G.K.! proves he still has it in him!
Romano: Kira put out one hell of a performance, almost making the XHF Legend tapping out, but M.G.K. was able to squeeze out the win today!
Kira scrambles. He rolls over and pins M.G.K.:
...One!
...Tw-Kickout!
Taylor: M.G.K. hits the floor! Kira is able to get one up over the XHF Legend!
Romano: Kira tries so hard. I think the question remains - is M.G.K. being cocky or is this ring rust?
M.G.K. powers through of that kickout. He forces himself off of the canvas as he shakes his head. He looks over to Kira who has a smile on that face, as if asking M.G.K., "Did you like that?" M.G.K. returned that smile. Actually, it's more of a laugh. He mouths something, which to those who know how to read lips, he likely said, "Is that all you got?" Kira responds with a thumbs up, assuring Kira that there's more in store. M.G.K. decides to go up to the center of the ring. He extends both arms out for a test of strength, and who is Kira to refuse? The two have their arms tentatively out. Their arms are about to meet one another and that's when M.G.K. actually SPITS in the face of Kira. Specifically, on his left cheek. Senior Referee Gabe Valentine forces himself in the middle and goes after M.G.K.. He warns him that another attack like that, another piece of unsportsmanlike conduct like that will get him disqualified. M.G.K. closes his eyes and smirks, laughing away with the warning by the AWF official. Bad move - he should have never closed his eyes in such a douche fashion. Kira kicks M.G.K. in the stomach and brings him down with a DDT! M.G.K. tries to get himself off the ground, but Kira's too quick! He switches to the other side of his opponent and wrenches the arm into an arm bar! M.G.K. is immediately in a position of great pain, but finds himself close to the rope. He grasps it, forcing the referee to command Kira to let go. ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... F-Kira lets go. Kira rolls over and gets to his feet in his corner, waiting for M.G.K. to fight back.
Romano: That was definitely cockiness.
Taylor: True, but maybe Kira just got a lot better. If you look at his form, it has definitely improved. Perhaps he's bouncing back.
M.G.K. uses the ropes to get himself onto one knee. He's off of the ropes and Kira goes back to M.G.K.. He gets him into a SECOND armbar and M.G.K. immediately returns to hell - to that world of pain and this time, he's away from the ropes. He's not quite at the center of the ring, but far enough where the travel to the ropes won't be as easily reached. The former XHF Champion throws his arms out, hoping to reach the ropes, but his arm falls short. He stretches further and further. He's almost at the ropes where Kira Izumi pulls on the arm of M.G.K. and brings him closer to the center of the ring. M.G.K. is no longer as smug as he used to be. He's realizing that wrestling has changed since the last time he was in the ring. Senior Referee Gaba Valentine is slid on the canvas, right next to M.G.K.. He keeps asking him, "Do you give up? Do you give up?" M.G.K. is shaking his head. He has his arm stretched out. After trying, searching to find the ropes, M.G.K. is forced to slap his hand on the canvas!
Taylor: Did M.G.K. just tap out!? HE JUST TAPPED OUT TO THE IZUMI ARM BAR!
Romano: Not quite, Tommy. Look at what he's doing.
Sure. M.G.K. just tapped his hand on the canvas, but it wasn't to tap out; it was to provide leverage. In a last ditch effort, M.G.K. is putting all the effort he can on that right hand so he could create momentum. He immediately begins to stand up. He has one foot on the canvas. Then another. But Kira isn't chopped liver; he's holding on because he's not ready to give up. He's not ready to lose. He's yelling, screaming even. He's shouting something in Japanese, and that's when - with thunderous applause, M.G.K. lifted Kira off the ground and slammed him onto the mat. The people popped and jumped off their seat. Not necessarily because they like M.G.K., but because the comeback of someone with such an illustrious history is completely nostalgic in how he's being reintroduced to the ring. Kira jumps off from being horizontal and jumps as M.G.K.. He forearms him down to the ring floor. Kira gets back up. M.G.K. ducks a punch. Kira turns around. This time, M.G.K. is ready for him. Shining Wizard! This time, M.G.K. struck Kira Izumi with the Icon Blitz! The people are going nuts! M.G.K. is circling Kira, observing him. He then goes to the corner and slightly squats at the corner, but sticking his right leg father out then the left in an interesting way. For a lot of the people who grew up watching the XHF, they knew exactly what's going on.
Taylor: Superkick! This is the superkick, right!?
Romano: Yes, Tommy. M.G.K. has ended championships reigns, dynasties and careers with that right foot. He has also created championship reigns, dynasties and careers with that foot as well. Can he bring home the win?
And Kira gets up. M.G.K. lunges forward. Superkick! M.G.K. falls down on top of Kira. Senior Referee Gabe Valentine goes for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
The bell rings!
Jessie Love: Your winner of the match: M.G.K.!
Taylor: He did it, Cassius! M.G.K.! proves he still has it in him!
Romano: Kira put out one hell of a performance, almost making the XHF Legend tapping out, but M.G.K. was able to squeeze out the win today!
The camera cuts backstage to M.G.K following his match with Kira Izumi. He is heading back towards his locker room, when he stops, breathing heavily still, and turns almost one hundred and eight degrees, he stares at something off camera.
M.G.K: You know part of me always hoped I’d see you again, but only to pop a right hand on that smug jaw of yours.
The camera pans to the right and Rob Arnold walks towards M.G.K, a huge grin on his face.
Arnold: Oh Michael, as always I enjoy looking at that frown, and it’s also nice to see you’ve still got that charm.
M.G.K: Well Robert, it’s nice to see that you’re still full of-
Arnold: Now now, let’s not rise to the bait so quickly, it’s not so much fun when I don’t have to try too hard.
Arnold smirks.
Arnold: I wasn’t planning on staying long, but I had to see it for myself, the great M.G.K back in action. For the first time since losing to Michael Storm of all people, never saw that coming by the way... Anyway, I just had to see what you still had in the tank.
M.G.K: There’s enough in the tank to shut you up right now, permanently.
M.G.K Smirks, as does Arnold.
Arnold: I don’t think that’s true, in fact I was disappointed with what I saw Michael, you’re not you, not the M.G.K I know, not yet. It’s fine though, it took me a month or two to remember just who I was, to get back to this level.
He holds up the BDDWF Ultimate Title.
Arnold: Perhaps you just need that time too, I’ll let you have some time because right now, it just wouldn’t be a fair fight. So you go have a few more fights, I’ll keep my beady eye on you, then I’ll decide if you really could shut me up. For now though, I believe the phrase is ‘must do better’.
Arnold winks and walks past M.G.K without saying another word.
The intro for Goldfinger's Superman starts playing over the speakers, "So here I am, doing everything I can, holding on to what I am, pretending I'm a Superman" Jason Justice storms out from behind the curtain with a huge smile on his face, and the AWF State of Ohio Championship across his chest, he makes his way down towards the ring then circle around the ring slapping hands with all the ringside fans, he'll hand his hat off to one of the kids in the crowd before taking the stairs to the ring, he stands on the apron looking back out to the crowd with a huge smile, he then spring boards up over the top rope but lands on the 2nd turnbuckle, he holds the AWF State of Ohio Championship high in the air, he drops down hands the title over and prepares for his match.
Taylor: And here is our State of Ohio Champion, Jason Justice!
Romano: And what a champion he is! Out of our current three champions, Bobby Barratt and Danny Ray, and Jason Justice, it is Justice that has held it the longest. But will he remain champion after tonight?
The theme from the Nightmare on Elm Street plays as the lights go completely out. Fog fills the entranceway as an eerie red light comes from underneath. The Nightmare slowly comes down the ramp in his black robe, being led by his manager Triple J. He climbs the steps and goes over the top rope. He will walk to the far side of the ring and wait with his head down. Triple J will disrobe him once the bell rings.
Taylor: And here is Nathan Thunder. I don't even want to call him a man... He's like a monster!
Romano: Almost 7 feet tall. Almost 350 pounds, and the way that he carries himself, I'm quite sure that he might be just that. And after this match, he might be the State of Ohio Champion!
Taylor: And here is our State of Ohio Champion, Jason Justice!
Romano: And what a champion he is! Out of our current three champions, Bobby Barratt and Danny Ray, and Jason Justice, it is Justice that has held it the longest. But will he remain champion after tonight?
The theme from the Nightmare on Elm Street plays as the lights go completely out. Fog fills the entranceway as an eerie red light comes from underneath. The Nightmare slowly comes down the ramp in his black robe, being led by his manager Triple J. He climbs the steps and goes over the top rope. He will walk to the far side of the ring and wait with his head down. Triple J will disrobe him once the bell rings.
Taylor: And here is Nathan Thunder. I don't even want to call him a man... He's like a monster!
Romano: Almost 7 feet tall. Almost 350 pounds, and the way that he carries himself, I'm quite sure that he might be just that. And after this match, he might be the State of Ohio Champion!
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Match Three: Singles Match
AWF STATE OF OHIO CHAMPIONSHIP
Jason Justice (c) vs Nathan Thunder
The bell rings and the match is underway. Straight away Thunder is on top of Justice, spurred on by his manager Triple J, who stands at ringside bellowing instructions to him. He rushes him, pushes him into the corner and gives him some stiff overhand blows to the shouljders and back of his neck. Justice is firing fists into Thunder's midsection, pinned against the turnbuckle, but despite his attempts he can't get himself free.
Romano: Good God! Nathan Thunder explodes into action and he's got Justice reeling in the corner!
Taylor: He's fired up by the prospect of wearing that gold, cassius!
Thunder's vicious assault seems never-ending, as relentless as it is furious, and he follows up the forearm smashes with a pair of MMA-style knees right into Justice's midsection. Then, his giant hands wrapped round Justice's throat, he gives him a tremendous beal toss, throwing him like a ragdoll into the middle of the ring!
The referee has to move out of the way pretty sharpish to avoid being bowled over by Justice as he rolls across the mat and Thunder advances on his prey. Running in the only direction that offers even a modicum of safety - the opposite corner of the ring - Justice grabs a hold of the top rope and lifts himself up, planting a boot in Thunder's face and slowing him albeit briefly.
Thunder staggers back and Justice pushes up to sit on the top turnbuckle, waiting for his near-seven-foot adversary to turn around and face him. Thunder turns and Justice dives off with a missile dropkick that takes the big man down to the mat! Scrambling over to Thunder, Justice hooks one of his massive legs;
ONE!
TW-
KICK OUT!
Thunder kicks out with tremendous force, throwing a burly shoulder up and almost tossing Justice across the ring. He is quickly back to his feet and looms over Jusitce, grabbing a handful of long hair as the referee gives him a five-count,
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-
Thunder smirks evilly as he throws Justice hard into the corner and once again cuts off his biggest advantage, his superior speed and agility.
Taylor: Jason Justice has absolutely nowhere to go, he's trapped in that corner and Thunder has no intention of giving him free reign of the ring!
Thunder shushes the crowd with a finger as he lashes a Justice's chest with a stinging slap, a huge red welt forming where his gigantic hand made contact. Grabbing a wrist he Irish whips him across the ring and powers after him, crashing into him in the opposite corner and squeezing the breath out of his lungs. Justice falls forwards, helped to the floor by Thunder who then makes a cover of his own.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
But Justice reaches down deep to kick out and save his title!
Romano: Almost had him there! But Justice has a lot of fight in him! He won't give up so easily!
Thunder laughs at the futility of Justice's escape as Triple J paces at ringside, slapping the apron and driving his client on. He slowly, calmly, gets up to his feet and Justice rolls over, trying to crawl away from him. He grabs a handful of the back of Justice's tights and stops him from going anywhere before pulling him up with one hand and into a rear waistlock. He gives him a brutal German suplex and as Justice slams into the canvas he holds on, keeping him in position as he stands up and delivers another one! This time he releases and Justice flops over onto his belly.
Taylor: Just end the damn match! Just pin him Thunder! Stop toying with him!
Romano: I've never known you to be so concerned for a wrestler's safety, Tommy.
Taylor: Jason's my friend! We go way back! This isn't worth the title, Jason! Think about your health!
Romano: You're not the only one who's concerned.
Cassius wasn't talking about the fans or even Justice himself. The camera shot changes to show a worried-looking Jessie Love sitting on a folding chair at ringside watching the match.
Justice tries to crawl away again and this time Thunder grabs him by the foot. He pulls at the leg and drags Justice up onto one foot. Thunder makes the mistake of taking too long moving on to his next move though and Justice gets his balance before spinning round and clocking him in the head with a big enzuigiri! The crowd cheer as Thunder staggers into the ropes, momentarily knocked senseless, and Justice tries to shake the cobwebs as he stands up, then runs off the ropes and rebounds, tearing across the ring and giving Thunder a big clothesline over the top rope that sends both of them crashing to the floor!
Romano: Oh my! Jason Justice with a big clothesline to remove Thunder from the ring! But he's not out of danger yet!
Despite the enzuigiri and the clothesline that he just took, Thunder is first to his feet and Justice looks wobbly as he tries to stand. Justice leans against the ringside barricade for support and Thunder grabs him, taking him be the scruff of the neck and hurls him violently into the steel steps at the corner of the ring. The referee is counting both men out.
ONE!
Taylor: i can't watch any more of this!
Romano: You could hear the impact of Justice's body colliding with those steps and I don't know how much more of this he can take!
Justice, to his credit, is still trying to get back to his feet despite the beating he has taken thus far. Thunder slowly makes his way over to him but then walks past, going around the corner of the ring to where Jessie is sitting. She screams as he approaches and jumps up from her seat, which Thunder picks up and folds down flat.
TWO!
Romano: Now I don't know about this! If he uses that chair as a weapon he'll get himself disqualified and you can't win the title if you get yourself disqualified!
Triple J knows this as he is frantically trying to reason with Thunder and make him put the chair down. He grabs the chair, and he plays a game of tug-of-war over it with his own client! Being the stronger man, Thunder easily wins and wrenches the chair away from Triple J before turning round and-
Taylor: SPEAR!
Jason Justice suddeny roars into life, rushing in and somehow taking Thunder down with a big tackle to the midsection! He straddles him and rains in punches as Thunder tries to get his hands in front of his face, while Triple J frantically jumps around, torn between keeping his client in the match and interfering - which would see his client disqualified.
THREE!
Justice jumps up off of Thunder and steps towards Triple J in a threatening manner, which makes the portly manager back off. Thunder lies on his back on the arena floor, hands up over his face and unsure whether the assault is over or not. Justice hops up onto the announcers' table and then backflips off, landing a big moonsault across the giant's midsection!
FOUR!
Romano: Jason Justice is finding his second wind! I didn't think it was possible but then again, we've seen the tenacity of this kid on several occasions in the past!
The crowd pop for the high-risk maneuver and Justice somehow finds the strength to manhandle the big man up to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope. He hope up to the apron and then climbs all the way to the top turnbuckle, crouching down as he waits for the right opportunity to strike. Thunder taggers to his feet and Justice leaps off!
Flying crossbody! NO! Thunder catches him! Big fallaway slam up and over! BUT NO! Justice manages to rolls thorugh on the landing and gets back up! Thunder turns, Justice rushes in - V-Trigger! The crowd roar as Thunder goes down like a ton of bricks!
Taylor: Jason Justice is changing up his offence! A lot more high-risk, a lot more high-impact, but it's getting the job done!
Romano: A cover to retain!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
But Thunder kicks out!
Justice puts his head in his hands, distraught that he was unable to knock off Thunder with the big knee strike. Thunder looks groggy now, a small rivulet of blood trickling down the bridge of his nose from his forehead. He almost turns over onto his front when Justcie rushes in with a stiff kick to the side of the head that assists his transition, then starts laying in stiff punches to the back of Thunder's head!
Romano: He's softening him up for Twisted Justice!
Taylor: This could be it!
Justice pounds away at the back of Thunder before indeed slapping on his finishing submission hold! The crowd go crazy - as does Triple J - and the big man frantically tries to free himself!
Romano: He's weakened Thunder's head considerably with those strikes bbut will it be enough!?
Taylor: This is a painful hold to be trapped in Cassius! If anything's gonna stop Thunder, this is it!
Thunder digs and claws at the mat and manages to gain himself some purchase, and begins to drag the two of them over towards the ropes. After what seems like an eternity locked in the submission, he finally gets a hand to the bottom rope and the referee starts ordering Justice to break the hold.
Justice ignores the warings and earns himself a five count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-
And finally lets go!
Taylor: Smart move from Jason Justice! Ride the count! Make it work in your favor! That's five extra seconds Thunder has to endure the pain!
Romano: It's also five extra seconds of exertion for Justice though, don't forget that!
Justice's arms ache as he stands up, and Thunder looks to be gasping for air as he too gets to his feet. He waits until Thunder is in the corner before rushing in, smashing him into the turnbuckle and bouncing him out, then slips through the ropes onto the apron before heading to the midpoint of the ring.
Taylor: I think I know what's coming next!
Justice pulls himself up and hits a big Midwest Pop onto Thunder, vaulting up and srpingboarding off the top rope and landing on his shoulders! But Thunder has other plans - he hits a huge sitout powerbomb on the Bethesda Boy and slams him hard onto the mat!
Romano: That didn't pay off! And it could cost Justice!
Thunder slumps backwards and can't capitalize on the opportunity to pin Justice, both men laying there for several long seconds as they try desperately to will themselves on. Finally they both begin to stir, getting up at the same time, and Thunder is first to react as he slams a knee into Justice's face! He flips him over onto his stomach and grabs an ankle, yanking hard and smashing the knee down into the mat! Letting out a big roar, Thunder powers up to finish Justice off for good.
Romano: This doesn't look good!
Justice pulls himself up using the ropes and then turns to Thunder - and finds a pair of hands wrapped around his throat!
Taylor: Oh no! This REALLY doesn't look good!
Thunder lifts Justice up in a double chokelift, but Justice kicks out, catching him in the head and Thunder drops him! Thinking fast, Justice gives Thunder a few swift kicks to the left leg and drops the big man down to one knee! Then, in a last-ditch attempt, he head back out to the apron to try for his Midwest Pop again...
Thunder reels as Justice shuffles, readying himself...
Then Thunder makes his way up to stand on both feet...
Justice jumps...
He springboards...
He lands it! Landing on Thunder's shoulders he flips back for a textbook spike hurricanrana! Thunder's dome impacts the mat and Justice throws himself on top of him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner and still AWF State Of Ohio Champion... Jason Justice!
Triple J pitches a fit on the outside, swearing and cursing as Justice is handed his title belt and he raises it above his head, wincing as the pain inflicted on him by Thunder begins to catch up with him.
Thunder groans and rubs his head as Triple J tries desperately to shift him and drag him out of the ring.
Taylor: I don;t believe it! My boy Jason did it!
Romano: ell you btter believe it because it's true! Nathan Thunder gave Jason Justice his toughest test to date, but the boy from Bethesda clung on for dear life ans somehow, someway, he's walking out of Dayton STILL the State Of Ohio Champion!
Justice goes out to ringside with his championship to celebrate with the fans, as the shot transitions to the backstage area.
Romano: Good God! Nathan Thunder explodes into action and he's got Justice reeling in the corner!
Taylor: He's fired up by the prospect of wearing that gold, cassius!
Thunder's vicious assault seems never-ending, as relentless as it is furious, and he follows up the forearm smashes with a pair of MMA-style knees right into Justice's midsection. Then, his giant hands wrapped round Justice's throat, he gives him a tremendous beal toss, throwing him like a ragdoll into the middle of the ring!
The referee has to move out of the way pretty sharpish to avoid being bowled over by Justice as he rolls across the mat and Thunder advances on his prey. Running in the only direction that offers even a modicum of safety - the opposite corner of the ring - Justice grabs a hold of the top rope and lifts himself up, planting a boot in Thunder's face and slowing him albeit briefly.
Thunder staggers back and Justice pushes up to sit on the top turnbuckle, waiting for his near-seven-foot adversary to turn around and face him. Thunder turns and Justice dives off with a missile dropkick that takes the big man down to the mat! Scrambling over to Thunder, Justice hooks one of his massive legs;
ONE!
TW-
KICK OUT!
Thunder kicks out with tremendous force, throwing a burly shoulder up and almost tossing Justice across the ring. He is quickly back to his feet and looms over Jusitce, grabbing a handful of long hair as the referee gives him a five-count,
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-
Thunder smirks evilly as he throws Justice hard into the corner and once again cuts off his biggest advantage, his superior speed and agility.
Taylor: Jason Justice has absolutely nowhere to go, he's trapped in that corner and Thunder has no intention of giving him free reign of the ring!
Thunder shushes the crowd with a finger as he lashes a Justice's chest with a stinging slap, a huge red welt forming where his gigantic hand made contact. Grabbing a wrist he Irish whips him across the ring and powers after him, crashing into him in the opposite corner and squeezing the breath out of his lungs. Justice falls forwards, helped to the floor by Thunder who then makes a cover of his own.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
But Justice reaches down deep to kick out and save his title!
Romano: Almost had him there! But Justice has a lot of fight in him! He won't give up so easily!
Thunder laughs at the futility of Justice's escape as Triple J paces at ringside, slapping the apron and driving his client on. He slowly, calmly, gets up to his feet and Justice rolls over, trying to crawl away from him. He grabs a handful of the back of Justice's tights and stops him from going anywhere before pulling him up with one hand and into a rear waistlock. He gives him a brutal German suplex and as Justice slams into the canvas he holds on, keeping him in position as he stands up and delivers another one! This time he releases and Justice flops over onto his belly.
Taylor: Just end the damn match! Just pin him Thunder! Stop toying with him!
Romano: I've never known you to be so concerned for a wrestler's safety, Tommy.
Taylor: Jason's my friend! We go way back! This isn't worth the title, Jason! Think about your health!
Romano: You're not the only one who's concerned.
Cassius wasn't talking about the fans or even Justice himself. The camera shot changes to show a worried-looking Jessie Love sitting on a folding chair at ringside watching the match.
Justice tries to crawl away again and this time Thunder grabs him by the foot. He pulls at the leg and drags Justice up onto one foot. Thunder makes the mistake of taking too long moving on to his next move though and Justice gets his balance before spinning round and clocking him in the head with a big enzuigiri! The crowd cheer as Thunder staggers into the ropes, momentarily knocked senseless, and Justice tries to shake the cobwebs as he stands up, then runs off the ropes and rebounds, tearing across the ring and giving Thunder a big clothesline over the top rope that sends both of them crashing to the floor!
Romano: Oh my! Jason Justice with a big clothesline to remove Thunder from the ring! But he's not out of danger yet!
Despite the enzuigiri and the clothesline that he just took, Thunder is first to his feet and Justice looks wobbly as he tries to stand. Justice leans against the ringside barricade for support and Thunder grabs him, taking him be the scruff of the neck and hurls him violently into the steel steps at the corner of the ring. The referee is counting both men out.
ONE!
Taylor: i can't watch any more of this!
Romano: You could hear the impact of Justice's body colliding with those steps and I don't know how much more of this he can take!
Justice, to his credit, is still trying to get back to his feet despite the beating he has taken thus far. Thunder slowly makes his way over to him but then walks past, going around the corner of the ring to where Jessie is sitting. She screams as he approaches and jumps up from her seat, which Thunder picks up and folds down flat.
TWO!
Romano: Now I don't know about this! If he uses that chair as a weapon he'll get himself disqualified and you can't win the title if you get yourself disqualified!
Triple J knows this as he is frantically trying to reason with Thunder and make him put the chair down. He grabs the chair, and he plays a game of tug-of-war over it with his own client! Being the stronger man, Thunder easily wins and wrenches the chair away from Triple J before turning round and-
Taylor: SPEAR!
Jason Justice suddeny roars into life, rushing in and somehow taking Thunder down with a big tackle to the midsection! He straddles him and rains in punches as Thunder tries to get his hands in front of his face, while Triple J frantically jumps around, torn between keeping his client in the match and interfering - which would see his client disqualified.
THREE!
Justice jumps up off of Thunder and steps towards Triple J in a threatening manner, which makes the portly manager back off. Thunder lies on his back on the arena floor, hands up over his face and unsure whether the assault is over or not. Justice hops up onto the announcers' table and then backflips off, landing a big moonsault across the giant's midsection!
FOUR!
Romano: Jason Justice is finding his second wind! I didn't think it was possible but then again, we've seen the tenacity of this kid on several occasions in the past!
The crowd pop for the high-risk maneuver and Justice somehow finds the strength to manhandle the big man up to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope. He hope up to the apron and then climbs all the way to the top turnbuckle, crouching down as he waits for the right opportunity to strike. Thunder taggers to his feet and Justice leaps off!
Flying crossbody! NO! Thunder catches him! Big fallaway slam up and over! BUT NO! Justice manages to rolls thorugh on the landing and gets back up! Thunder turns, Justice rushes in - V-Trigger! The crowd roar as Thunder goes down like a ton of bricks!
Taylor: Jason Justice is changing up his offence! A lot more high-risk, a lot more high-impact, but it's getting the job done!
Romano: A cover to retain!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
But Thunder kicks out!
Justice puts his head in his hands, distraught that he was unable to knock off Thunder with the big knee strike. Thunder looks groggy now, a small rivulet of blood trickling down the bridge of his nose from his forehead. He almost turns over onto his front when Justcie rushes in with a stiff kick to the side of the head that assists his transition, then starts laying in stiff punches to the back of Thunder's head!
Romano: He's softening him up for Twisted Justice!
Taylor: This could be it!
Justice pounds away at the back of Thunder before indeed slapping on his finishing submission hold! The crowd go crazy - as does Triple J - and the big man frantically tries to free himself!
Romano: He's weakened Thunder's head considerably with those strikes bbut will it be enough!?
Taylor: This is a painful hold to be trapped in Cassius! If anything's gonna stop Thunder, this is it!
Thunder digs and claws at the mat and manages to gain himself some purchase, and begins to drag the two of them over towards the ropes. After what seems like an eternity locked in the submission, he finally gets a hand to the bottom rope and the referee starts ordering Justice to break the hold.
Justice ignores the warings and earns himself a five count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-
And finally lets go!
Taylor: Smart move from Jason Justice! Ride the count! Make it work in your favor! That's five extra seconds Thunder has to endure the pain!
Romano: It's also five extra seconds of exertion for Justice though, don't forget that!
Justice's arms ache as he stands up, and Thunder looks to be gasping for air as he too gets to his feet. He waits until Thunder is in the corner before rushing in, smashing him into the turnbuckle and bouncing him out, then slips through the ropes onto the apron before heading to the midpoint of the ring.
Taylor: I think I know what's coming next!
Justice pulls himself up and hits a big Midwest Pop onto Thunder, vaulting up and srpingboarding off the top rope and landing on his shoulders! But Thunder has other plans - he hits a huge sitout powerbomb on the Bethesda Boy and slams him hard onto the mat!
Romano: That didn't pay off! And it could cost Justice!
Thunder slumps backwards and can't capitalize on the opportunity to pin Justice, both men laying there for several long seconds as they try desperately to will themselves on. Finally they both begin to stir, getting up at the same time, and Thunder is first to react as he slams a knee into Justice's face! He flips him over onto his stomach and grabs an ankle, yanking hard and smashing the knee down into the mat! Letting out a big roar, Thunder powers up to finish Justice off for good.
Romano: This doesn't look good!
Justice pulls himself up using the ropes and then turns to Thunder - and finds a pair of hands wrapped around his throat!
Taylor: Oh no! This REALLY doesn't look good!
Thunder lifts Justice up in a double chokelift, but Justice kicks out, catching him in the head and Thunder drops him! Thinking fast, Justice gives Thunder a few swift kicks to the left leg and drops the big man down to one knee! Then, in a last-ditch attempt, he head back out to the apron to try for his Midwest Pop again...
Thunder reels as Justice shuffles, readying himself...
Then Thunder makes his way up to stand on both feet...
Justice jumps...
He springboards...
He lands it! Landing on Thunder's shoulders he flips back for a textbook spike hurricanrana! Thunder's dome impacts the mat and Justice throws himself on top of him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner and still AWF State Of Ohio Champion... Jason Justice!
Triple J pitches a fit on the outside, swearing and cursing as Justice is handed his title belt and he raises it above his head, wincing as the pain inflicted on him by Thunder begins to catch up with him.
Thunder groans and rubs his head as Triple J tries desperately to shift him and drag him out of the ring.
Taylor: I don;t believe it! My boy Jason did it!
Romano: ell you btter believe it because it's true! Nathan Thunder gave Jason Justice his toughest test to date, but the boy from Bethesda clung on for dear life ans somehow, someway, he's walking out of Dayton STILL the State Of Ohio Champion!
Justice goes out to ringside with his championship to celebrate with the fans, as the shot transitions to the backstage area.
The camera catches up with Jackson Steele backstage. He is alone, his new fiancee eXXXstacy not accompanying him tonight.
He has a look of angry determination on his face as he marches through the corridors of the building until he arrives at a door with a makeshift sign, a piece of A4 paper with the word "COMMISSIONER" on it.
Jackson knocks on the door and Alexander Horton calls him in.
Horton: Ah, Mr. Steele. What can I do for-
Jackson slams his hands down on Horton's desk, startling him.
Steele: You know damn well what you can do for me, Horton.
Horton: That's Mister Horton to you, thank you very much.
Steele: Oh yeah? Listen here pal, you'll be going by "Mrs" soon enough if you keep putting roadblocks in my way. My title shot. I want it.
Horton raises an eyebrow.
Horton: And you think threatening me is the way to go about that? Hmm?
Steele: I think beating the Brothers Of Valhalla in a handicap match to get the title shot that I am contractually obliged to is the way to go about it, actually! And guess what? I did just that! So what lame excuse are you gonna come up with tonight? Huh?
Horton: Well unfortunately, Mr. Steele, the AWF Heavyweight Champion is already booked to-
Jackson throws his hands up in the air in despair.
Steele: And there you go. Bobby's already booked to wrestle somebody else when the ONE GUY he should be wrestling is standing right here - without a match on the card I might add! Again!
Horton sighs and shuffles a stack of papers. He puts them to one side and then leans forward, steepling his fingers together.
Horton: You know I don't know what it is about professional wrestlers that makes them think they can just come to my office and make demands. First Rob Arnold, and now you. Well Mr. Steele I suppose I can't deny the fact that you ARE still owed your shot against Bobby Barratt for the Championship... but not tonight. Mr. Barratt's Icons are set to take on Mr. Hyperion's Order and I couldn't condone canceling such a high-profile match. You'll get your rematch...
Horton pulls his diary in front of him and flips through the pages as he checks his booking notes for a free spot.
Horton: ...how does October 19th sound to you?
Jackson just deadpan stares at Horton. Horton goes back to consulting his diary.
Horton: OK, so... something a little sooner, perhaps. OK, so if I move you over here, and scrub this match and combine it with that one... Hmm. Well, I was hoping to give Copycat a big payday in a main event against Mr. Barratt to thank him for his loyal service all these months but I suppose I could move him to the opening contest or perhaps a dark match instead. It'll mean he gets paid less of course, considerably less in fact, but that means I can accommodate your Championship rematch in... two weeks' time on Prestige 12!
Jackson slaps the desk, this time in victory.
Steele: Thank you! That's all I needed to hear!
Jackson has a spring in his step as he heads for the door to the office but then he stops and heads back inside.
Steele: Say just... just out of curiosity. How much money is Copycat losing for me to get my title shot?
Before Horton can stop him Jackson takes a look at the diary where he can see the pay rates for dark matches written down. He whistles through his teeth.
Steele: Ouch. You know I feel kinda bad for...
Horton: You don't have to pretend, Mr. Steele, this is between you and me.
Horton reaches out and closes the diary, sliding it back away from Jackson.
Horton: He doesn't ever have to find out just how much money you've cost him.
Steele: Oh thank Christ for that. Welp, sucks to be him! Thanks for the title shot Alex baby, I'll see you in two weeks!
Horton shakes his head as Jackson leaves the room and we transition to our next segment.
Jet's "Rip it Up" starts pounding out of the sound system, as Nelly Angel comes bursting out of the back. He runs out onto the entrance way, waves to the crowd then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, ultra pumped for his match.
Taylor: Nelly Angel is looking pumped up for this match tonight!
Romano: He sure is Tommy, Nelly has been a legend of this company for years, wearing multiple hats around the company. But one thing he hasn’t work is that Prestige championship belt around his waist.
Taylor: Yeah well he’s going to be looking to change that all tonight! Danny Ray better be on his best performance for this one!
The lights go out as "We are Family" by Sister Sledge starts to play. A rainbow of different colored lights comes back on, flashing throughout the arena. ‘The Family Man’ appears on stage, smiling to the crowd with his Prestige Championship tied around his waist. He waves and points to fans before walking down the aisle, shaking hands as he heads towards the ring. He slowly walks up the ring steps as he looks out among the crowd waving, and enters the ring to stand across from Nelly. The two men nod to each other, seemingly neither of them phased by the upcoming match.
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Singles Match
AWF PRESTIGE CLASS CHAMPIONSHIP
Danny Ray (c) vs Nelly Angel
Romano: This is it, the match we are all waiting for...the battle of the babyfaces!
Taylor: You say babyface, but by the looks of Danny Ray...the man hasn’t seen a razor in years!
The bell rings to signal the beginning of the match, as both men start to circle each other.
Romano: Danny Ray is first one to attack now, turning a quick grapple into a hard thigh to the midsection of Nelly. He quickly takes the upper hand in this match.
Taylor: Nelly just took another hard bash to the abdomen, and now is being sent running to the ropes by Danny Ray, and -oh! A hard shoulder by Danny to take Nelly down.
Romano: Quick on his feet, Nelly is back up, looking to capitalize on the distracted Danny Ray, but no! He receives a hard forearm to the face for his eagerness.
Danny powerbashes Nelly back against the ropes, and whips him across the ring. Nelly manages to reverse, sending Danny running instead. Nelly drops down to all fours to duck the momentum of Danny Ray...but its forecasted, as Danny pegs Nelly right into the ribs!
Taylor: Nice observation there by Danny, spotting the counter by Nelly and getting his own twist.
Romano: Danny is now taking control of this match, pulling Nelly to his feet...and there goes a scoop body slam! Danny leans back and bounces off the rope, falling forward into an elbow drop right to the skull of Nelly! And there’s the first pin attempt;
ONE...
TWO...
Easy kickout by Nelly Angel.
Taylor: Danny Ray won’t retain his belt so easily against a shark like Nelly. The man has been around the block too often, he won’t go down so easy.
Danny gets back up, bring Nelly to his feet and whips him, but again its reversed. Nelly sends Danny running to the ropes, but as he hits them to rebound, Nelly is right there and clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside!
Taylor: Whoa! And Danny Ray goes flying to the mat outside! By the looks of it he took that tumble hard, as he is crumpled up on the outside. Nelly making his way outside now to grab the champion...and he slams him face first onto the apron!
Romano: The fans got an up close and personal look there Tommy! Now Nelly is seizing control, lining up another hard hitting move...and he whips Danny Ray right into the steel steps!
Taylor: Danny just went through those stairs! That must have hurt!
Nelly hears the referees shouts, the count out rising, so he grabs Danny and slides him back into the ring. He slides in after him but while on the mat he tries to apply a submission move to the arm of Danny Ray.
Romano: Look like Nelly is looking to wear down Danny Ray here, going for a move we’ve seen him perform before...he’;s struggling to get it locked in, as Danny fights back...but he’s got it! Arm triangle hold, now choking the life from Danny!
Taylor: But not for long, and Danny is worming his way towards the ropes! If he gets a hand or foot on those ropes, Nelly will have to break the hold.
Danny crawls closer and closer to the ropes, dragging Nelly behind him. Just inches away, Danny is clawing out with his free hand trying to grab the ropes, but Nelly yanks him back and further away. He accidentally loses his grip doing this, and Danny manages to slip out of the hold and mount and seated position over Nelly!
Romano: Wow, Danny used Nelly’s own movement to slip free of that hold, and in a flash he’s got a full mount on him! And...here comes the punches!
Taylor: Danny is sat on Nelly’s chest, laying the smack down on him! This is a great turn of events!
Nelly tries to block and defend, but he cannot stop the onslaught as Danny lays punch after punch down on him. Danny finally gets up, and pulls Nelly with him...only to kick him in the stomach and hit him with a DDT!
Romano: Danny is breaking Nelly down piece by piece, and here goes another pin attempt!
ONE...
TWO...
Kick Out again by Nelly Angel!
Taylor: Closer than time, Nelly must be feeling tired! Danny is up once more, looking a little annoyed it seems.
Romano: Indeed, seems he thought this would be an easy match-up! Now Danny is pulling Nelly up and once more whipping him off the ropes. Nelly is running back at speed, and ooh! A big sidewalk slam by the Family Man!
Taylor: Nelly is feeling that one! Looks like he landed right on his back! He’s rolled over onto his frontside now...but look! Danny is down on him again!
Taking opportunity of the exposed rear, Danny quickly locks in a camel clutch submission move! Caught off guard, Nelly is screaming, trying to break free from the tough hold.
Romano: This move is one of the tougher and more painful maneuvers to break free from, all that pressure now on the neck and chin of Nelly Angel.
Taylor: No doubt, he looks to be in a world of pain right now, struggling to break free completely. He's got one arm out, but Danny has him locked tight...but he’s moving! Nelly is using those knees to push himself forward!
Romano: He is and all, slowly crawling to those ropes. Danny is yanking him, but Nelly just won’t quit! He’s closer...closer...almost there, Nelly’s arm is outstretched...and he’s got the ropes! Nelly got the ropes!
The referee orders, Danny to break the hold, who cannot believe Nelly got free. Normally composed, Danny is now arguing with the referee, claiming there might have been a tap. Annoyed, Danny turns back to see Nelly climbing up using the rope for leverage, and starts to stomp down on his back some more.
Taylor: This is a new side to Danny Ray we haven’t seen before. Aggressive, malicious and looking to really hurt Nelly here.
Romano: Indeed, but when the gold is on the line you have to do what it takes. Danny is now working Nelly into the corner, looking to get him standing.
Taylor: Nelly not hanging on that top turnbuckle, barely on his feet. It looks like Danny is sizing him up for the body splash, he's moving to center ring and ugh! Big body splash on Nelly Angel in the corner!
Nelly stays on his feet, barely, leaned up against the corner turnbuckles and catching his breath. Danny straightening him up, looking to go for the chop...but Nelly quickly ducks, and shoves Danny into the corner instead! Nelly now with the chops, laying hand after hands across the chest of Danny Ray!
Romano: Those chops can be heard all over this arena! Nelly is looking to get the momentum of the crowd on his side, as they begin to cheer.
Nelly mounts the second rope, standing over Danny and starts to hammer down on his crown. The crowd chant along with the punches as Nelly rains them down.
Taylor: ...Seven!...Eight!...Nine!...Ten! Wow, Danny Ray just lost his control in a flash! And it looks like Nelly is about...wait...I spoke too soon!
Romano: It appears that way, because Danny now has his arms tight around the waist of Nelly, and it looks like he’s squeezing the life out of him!
Taylor: An unorthodox move here, but Danny is known to pull out all the stops. This bearhug, following that cruel camel clutch is really going to weaken Nelly.
Danny locks in the hold for another little bit, the referee not sure if this is legal as Nelly is already at the corner ropes. Deciding against it, the referee demands that Danny Ray break the hold, which he does...by walking forward slowly and carries Nelly into a spinebuster!
Romano: And a show of strength! The Family Man is going to take that gold home tonight, even if it kills him! And here comes the pin attempt again…
ONE...
TWO...
TH- Shoulder up by Nelly!
Taylor: I gotta give it to Nelly, this match has been going against him for the most part, but the man just won’t stay down!
Romano: Nelly is the more experienced and better trained of the two men, but experience isn’t helping him one bit tonight! Danny Ray is up again, looking to rebound off those ropes and- ooh! A big leg drop, right across the throat of Nelly!
Taylor: Ouch, that didn’t look fun for Nelly! Danny pulling Angel up to his feet...only to drop him down again with a heavy clothesline! Danny looks to be lost, trying to figure out what his next big move will be...but look! He’s walking to the corner! Danny Ray is about to go up top??
Romano: This is not like him at all! He must be looking to put Nelly down once and for all here! Danny climbing now, getting to the top rope. Nelly is still on the mat, not moving. Holy heck, Danny is now standing on the top rope, the fans here are going crazy!
Taylor: He’s signalling for something big Cassius, this looks to be his ultimate plan...a frog splash! But no! Nelly moved out of the way! Danny got nothing but mat!
Missing his target, Danny hits the mat hard on his front, as Nelly manages to roll to cover and bides his time to catch his breath. He makes his way to his knees, and then to one foot, watching Danny trying to recover. He waits until Danny is in the same position, one knee and about to get up...and hits him with a Shining Wizard!
Romano: Shining wizard by Nelly Angel! He’s kicked the skull of Danny Ray back down to the floor! And Nelly now goes for the pin!
ONE...
TWO...
SHOULDER UP!
Taylor: Oh man, so so close! These two guys are troopers! Superstars of this ring tonight!
Nelly gets to his feet, slowly and pulls Danny up with him. He locks his arms around his waist, and tosses him overhead for an impressive belly to belly suplex. Danny hits the mat but rolls back to his feet, now with his back to Nelly. Nelly grabs him from behind, and hits an impressive german suplex!
Romano: Nelly Angel is one of the cleanest suplex masters I have ever seen in the ring. His technique is flawless.
Taylor: I agree Cassius, and now he is locking Danny Ray in for a vertical suplex. He’s got the arm locked, and up he goes...but looks like Danny doesn’t want to go up! He’s shaking and wriggling, he doesn’t want this. Nelly again with the vertical suplex, but now Danny has his leg wrapped behind the knee of Nelly!
Romano: Looks like Danny is trying to turn the tides of battle here, but he can’t get Nelly up for the vertical suplex either! Both men now locked in a battle of strength!
As both men try to overpower each other, Danny positions himself with Nelly between him and the referee, and with the line of sight blocked his lands a hard boot to the groin of Nelly Angel!
Taylor: A low blow there by Danny Ray! Nelly Angel is feeling that one!
Romano: A cheap shot by Danny, doing whatever he must to keep his gold.
With Nelly bent over, Danny quickly hooks both of his arms and hits a massive pedigree!
Romano: Out of nowhere, Danny Ray just hit the Sitter!
Taylor: Holy fudge he locked that is fast! Nelly is out cold! Danny is capitalizing and going right for the pin! The crowd are counting along!
ONE...
Romano: Danny Ray is taking home the gold!
TWO...
Taylor: Danny Ray is champion again!
THREE!
Romano: He’s done it, he’s done it!
Taylor: No, wait!! The referee is saying its not the three count...look at Nelly! Look at his foot! He has his foot on the bottom rope!
Romano: Oh my God! I can’t believe it! Nelly Angel is invincible! Any other man would be out for the night after that huge Sitter!
Taylor: I guess it’s just going to take more than that!
Furious, and shocked, Danny Ray slowly gets back up and just paces back and forth, completely blown away by what is happening. He shakes his head, and once more begins his attack on Nelly, dropping some knees onto his chest and shoulder. Danny pulls Nelly to his feet, and whips him to the corner turnbuckle, following up with a hard clothesline as soon as Nelly impacts. He pulls him out and whips him again to the opposite side, following up once more with a hard clothesline again. He waits for Nelly to stumble back to center ring before scoop slamming him down on the mat.
Romano: Back to basics for Danny Ray, who is looking to just put an old school beat down on Nelly Angel. He's running off the ropes, looking to hit a body splash onto Nelly...but Nelly got his knees up!
Taylor: Danny just splashed onto the hard knees of Nelly Angel. It looks like it hurt too! Danny is up again first, pulling up Angel. He whips him off the ropes, but Angel converts it, sending Danny running instead.
Romano: Here's Danny Ray with the rebound, and Nelly goes for the hip toss, but Danny counters into his own hip toss. Nelly is up, and runs off the ropes. He rebounds and comes looking for a dropkick, but doesn’t knock Danny down!
Taylor: Nelly back up again, and going for the ropes once more, running at speed to hit Danny now with a clothesline, but its ducked by the champion! Danny gets behind Nelly and lifts him up, looking for that backdrop suplex!...but Nelly wriggles, and falls back to his feet!
Romano: Danny pushing him forwards to the ropes, and goes for the back suplex again, but once more Nelly and Danny in a battle of suplex superiority! Nelly Angel now has his arm around the head of Danny Ray, he runs up along the ropes and into the air...and springboards over Danny Ray into a huge rear DDT!
Taylor: The Interviewers Invert! Huge move by Nelly Angel, and looks like it hit its mark! Danny Ray is down!
Romano: Nelly Angel now with the pin!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!
Romano: Oh my God Nelly Angel has done it! Nelly Angel has pinned Danny Ray!
Taylor: I can’t believe it! Nelly Angel is our new Prestige Champion! Nelly Angel just won the gold!! I am speechless!
Romano: It looks like Nelly is too, for once! Look at his face! He can’t believe it!
‘Rip It Up’ by JET starts to blast, as Nelly Angel is handed the belt by somebody at ringside. He takes the belt and looks at it in disbelief, before climbing the corner turnbuckles and raising it high! The crowd go nuts for him!
Taylor: Nelly has done it, and he won with style! I thought he was gonna be a dead man there for a bit...actually, most of the match, but he’s done it! And now it looks like he’s going back to Danny Ray on the mat...and he’s holding out his hand?
Romano: Well this is the Nelly we know and love, always a sportsman and a humble winner...and Danny Ray just took his hand. Nelly is pulling Danny Ray to his feet, and they are shaking hands!
Taylor: Two of our biggest babyfaces, in one of the toughest matches of their lives, but they can still manage to shake hands following a hectic match!
Romano: That’s what we like to see. Danny Ray has been a great Prestige Champion, and I am sure he’ll be cashing in his rematch clause very soon. Don’t be surprised if we see Nelly Angel versus Danny Ray, Part Two very soon! Stay tuned folks as we have another huge match coming right up. But now, a word from our sponsors...
The camera cuts backstage, where Alexander Horton is seen talking to an AWF production member.
Horton: I'm sorry, but you can't just buy chairs and tables for this kind of match. It's not nearly family friendly enough and I'm not authorizing the match or the payments. Sorry.
Worker: But-
Horton: Look, I'm busy but if you really want to talk about it, send me an e-mail.
Horton walks away. He walks down a corridor with high ceilings. The camera pans up top and finds a piano, held up high only by a single piece of rope. Upon closer inspection of the rope, it's beginning to tear under the weight it's forced to hold. Around the corner, Terry Bradshaw is on the phone.
Bradshaw: And so I tell Copycat, I tell him, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU PIECE OF SHIT." He then started crying. It was hilarious. You should have seen it.
Pause.
Bradshaw: What do you mean 'that's not a real emergency?' I was told that if I ever needed to call someone at any time or day, I could always call 9-1-1.
Pause.
Bradshaw: Look, you're not being very helpful right n-
Bradshaw stops mid-sentence as he sees the piano about to snap with Horton about to be underneath.
Bradshaw: Sorry, I can't chat right now. There's a medical emergency about to happen. I'll have to call you after.
Bradshaw hangs up the phone. He looks over to Alexander Horton as he runs over to him.
Bradshaw: LOOK OUT, NAZI!
Bradshaw knocks Horton out of the way with a flying headscissors, both barely dodging the piano collision.
Horton: What the heck just happened!?
Bradshaw: This is the second time tonight that I've held your life in my hand, Allen. Don't let there be a third.
As Horton is still in a state of shock, Bradshaw pulls out a chair and sits down next to the piano. He begins to play.
Bradshaw: I don't give a FUCK 'bout my Bradshaw reputation!
The coffee is tainted with my Bradshaw ejaculation.
Jackson Steele happens to he in the area. His eyes shake as he looks down at the coffee cup in his hand. He moves a hand out of the way to reveal the Starbucks logo. He exhales in relief.
Bradshaw: I'm gonna do what I wanna do and that's what I'm gonna do.
Copycat walks in camera view, finally having finished with bandaging himself up. from the last match. He ignores all the weird looks from all the random AWF workers as he goes to the kitchenette area and pouring himself a cup of coffee. He begins guzzling down the hot spiked beverage as the camera fades to the next match.
Romano: This next match promises to be a slobberknocker between two teams who have been at war with each other as of late but another man who has found himself caught up in between both sides is former AWF Champion Jackson Steele, and he joins us now on commentary for this match!
Steele: Hi Cassius, Tommy. Thanks for having me! I for one can't wait to see what this match throws up!
Taylor: You're the number one contender to Bobby Barratt's AWF Title, Hyperion is now the "number-one-point-five contender" if you will after you beat his Brothers Of Valhalla at Supremacy. So with that in mind, are you leaning one way or the other as far as this match goes? Do you have a favored side?
Steele: Well let me tell you something Tommy, Jackson Steele is faced with this dilemma on a daily basis. I gotta pick a side, I gotta pick one way or the other every time I put my pants on, you dig? And this match is pretty much the same thing to me. At the end of the day it doesn't matter because when it's all said and done, Jackson Steele gets what Jackson Steele wants, and that's to put a d*ck in its place. Bobby Barratt or Hyperion being the d*cks in this scenario.
Romano: Well that was certainly... enlightening. Let's go to Jessie Love to get us underway!
Jessie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, this is our main event - a "Stable vs Stable" 8-man Tag-Team match!
"Gently" by Slipknot begins to play as the arena lights darken and several hooded figures emerge through the curtain and form a guard of honor for The Order as they begin to file out one-by one. First Bjark and then Gustav of the Brothers Of Valhalla, Ezriel follows behind them and they all stand to the side, leaving a gap in the middle for the imposing figure of Hyperion to slowly stride through.
Jessie Love: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 1037 pounds - Hyperion, Ezriel, Bjark and Gustav... The Order!
Hyperion leads his stablemates slowly down the aisle and is first to climb the steps into the ring. Bjark and Gustav climb up onto the apron ono opposite sides to each other as Ezriel slides underneath the bottom rope. The brothers step into the ring, and the three subordinates all fall in line with Hyperion as he gives them a final adress before the match begins.
"Mother[CENSORED] of the year hits and the crowd give The Icons a better reception than they gave The Order as Maverick is the first through the curtain, Chaos Kid is the second, Bobby Barratt confidently steps out onto the small stage and he points back to the entranceway as Jack Diamond is the last to enter, making his return to the ring after some time on the shelf.
Jessie Love: And their opponents - weighing in at 832 pounds - Jack Diamond, Maverick, Chaos Kid and the AWF Heavyweight Champion Bobby Barratt... The Icons!
Taylor: The Icons giving up a lot of weight to The Order tonight!
The Icons all bump fists in the entranceway and then move as a unit, Maverick moving from the rear of the pack right through them to the front, leading the charge towards the ring.
Romano: It was Maverick who got the ball rolling for this match, laying down the challenge to Hyperion after Prestige XI.
Taylor: He's got balls, this kid - he wanted to challenge Hyperion for his number one contendership but Hyperion wasn't biting, instead offering this Stable vs Stable contest where we'll find out once and for all who the dominant stable in AWF is!
The Icons circle the ring as Hyperion's partners stand guard around him. He puts a hand on gustav's shoulder and moves him aside, locking eyes with Bobby Barratt and pointing a finger at him. Bobby holds up his AWF Championship belt and Hyperion then points to the mat, inviting Bobby into the ring to start the match against him.
Ezriel and the brothers move out of the ring to the apron leaving the big man alone in the ring, and The Icons all step up onto the ring apron near their corner. Bobby hands his belt off to the referee and - cautiously - steps through the ropes and goes into his corner.
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Main Event
Stable vs Stable 8-Man Tag-Team Match
The Icons (Bobby Barratt, Jack Diamond, Maverick and Chaos Kid) vs The Order (Hyperion, Ezriel and The Brothers Of Valhalla)
The bell rings to officially start the match and neither man moves, Hyperion and Bobby staring each other down with a palpable hatred emanating from both men. Maverick jumps up onto the bottom rope and leans over into the ring, begging Bobby to let him start the match instead. Bobby turns to him, then looks back at Hyperion and smirks, before making the tag out to Maverick.
Romano: Well no physical shots fired in this match thus far but Bobby Barratt strikes first in the psychological game as he denies Hyperion the chance to get his hands on him!
Taylor: Hyperion is desperate to get Bobby in the ring! He has his sights set on that Championship of his!
Steele: Yeah, well he's gonna have to wait his turn. And he can forget about Bobby. If he wants that title, he's gonna have to come looking for me.
Maverick looks to be chomping at the bit to get a hold of Hyperion as he bounds into the ring and speeds towards the big man. Hyperion lowers his center of gravity defensively and Maverick halts his head-on assault, using quick footwork to try and get himself around behind Hyperion. Hyperion stays close to his corner though and Maverick finds his options limited. He buzzes close to Hyperion and draws him out of the corner as he lunges but misses. Maverick then quickly zips behind Hyperion who wheels round to come face-to-face with him again, before Maverick runs off the ropes and baseball slides right underneath the big man's legs! Deftly coming up to his feet Maverick jumps up onto Hyperion's back and puts him in a sleeper hold! Hype tries to shake him off but Maverick clings on tight, but pays for his insolence as Hyperion flips him over his shoulder and he meets the mat back-first.
Maverick gets back up and once again goes full-steam into Hyperion, the unexpected approach catching Hype by surprise and pushing him back into the far set of ropes.
Taylor: Maverick taking it to Hyperion in the early going, I wouldn't have predicted this!
Romano: He wanted this, Tommy, he's fired up to take on the leader of The Order!
Maverick pulls hard and tries to use the momentum of the ropes to launch Hyperion across the ring but Hyperion reverses it, sends Maverick for an Irish whip, and then goes for a big boot on the rebound - Maverick ducks it, and as Hyperion turns around he gets knocked down by a springboard back elbow from the Wexford lad!
Romano: Look at this! Maverick takes Hyperion down with a beautiful back elbow and he's gonna try and make a cover right now!
ONE!
Hyperion easily powers Maverick off of him with something that resembles a gorilla press and Mav gets launched several feet in the air! Maverick hits the mat hard and Hyperion looks mighty pissed as he stands up, towering over him, and picks him up by the head.
Taylor: Hyperion has taken about all he can stand from Maverick and now hes gonna give him some-
Romano: Wait! Surprise roll-up! Maverick rolls up Hyperion!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO!
Hyperion almost got caught by surprise but manages to kick out just at the last second as Ezriel steps through the ropes, and the tattooed warrior blasts Maverick with a hard knee to the gut! The referee tries to stop Ezriel before spotting all three of Maverick's Icon buddies preparing to jump into action and save him, and he quickly goes over to their corner to lay down the law.
Meanwhile with the ref's back turned, Bjark and Gustav come into the ring and all four Order members lay into Maverick.
Steele: These Order boys aren't above quadruple-teaming someone much smaller than them! Reminds me of my days doing-
Romano: Alright, Jackson. Try to stay family-friendly, remember?
Taylor: Maverick is getting pulverized in there! And the longer his boys try and get into the ring, the longer the referee's gonna stay distracted!
Bobby comes to the same conclusion as Tommy and orders his team to stay on the apron, all while alerting the referee to the beat-down going on across the ring in Order territory. The ref turns and notices the unfair fight going on behind his back and rushes over to try and restore some order.
As soon as he is away from The Icons though, Barratt and his team pile into the ring and they rush The Order, Bobby crashing into the back of Gustav as Diamond throws Bjark over the top rope and turns his attention to Hyperion. Chaos Kid picks out Ezriel and the match quickly turns into three separate fist-fights going on across the ring.
Romano: This has turned into a schmozz!
Steele: Now this definitely reminds me of some of my-
Taylor: Jackson, please!
Steele: Alright! Sorry! Just sayin'...
Maverick lays in the corner of The Order, bruised and beaten, as the referee tries to separate Diamond and Hyperion, Chaos Kid and Ezriel both having tumbled to the outside. Hyperion dispatches Diamond over the top rope just as Bobby disposes of Gustav, and the two faction leaders turn to face each other.
Taylor: NOW we might see these two get it on!
The referee reminds Bobby that he's not the legal man and Hyperion doesn't press the issue, smirking at Bobby as the Icon leader is pushed back to his corner, and then he turns to the fallen Maverick. Dragging him into the middle of the ring, he lies across Maverick and stares Bobby down as he covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Kick out by Maverick!
Romano: how on Earth did he do that!?
Taylor: I dunno Cass, Maverick has to be in a world of hurt right now! He could have just stayed down and it would have all been over - but now he's got more of Hyperion to contend with!
Hyperion pulls Maverick up by his hair, which by now is not standing on end as it usually does, it has been stomped flat and is slick with sweat. He pulls Maverick over towards Bobby and lifts one of Maverick's limp hands, offering it to Bobby to make the tag. Bobby just stares at Hyperion with contempt.
Steele: I'm pretty sure Bobby could easily make the tag! He's just scared to get in the ring with Hyperion!
Bobby finally reaches out to tag in, but Hyperion pulls Mav's hand away and turns back to his own corner, where Gustav has just climbed back up onto the apron.
Tagging in Gustav, Hyperion lifts one of Maverick's arms and allows Gustav to get in a kidney punch before slipping through the ropes and Gustav takes over working on "The Mercenary".
Gustav whips Maverick across the ring and hits him with a back drop on the rebound before going for a standing elbow drop but Maverick somehow manages to roll out of the way to a great cheer from the crowd. Bjark and Ezriel both climb back into their positions as Chaos Kid and Jack Diamond return to the Icons' corner.
Maverick wobbles, showing the signs of the beating he's taken from the opposition team, and he tries to ghost past Gustav but gets caught - Gustav pushing him back into the Order's corner and making the tag to his brother Bjark. The brothers switch places, each taking it in turns to give Maverick some boots in the corner before Bjark short-arms Maverick into an STO, making the cover and looking to end the match right here-
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!
The Icons all cheer their stable mate on as Bjark looks displeased that Maverick is still managing to hang on by the skin of his teeth. Hyperion looks even more displeased. He orders Ezriel to tag in to the match and the tattooed Scot obliges. Replacing Bjark, Ezriel drags Maverick to his feet and gives him a stiff European uppercut, followed by another, and Maverick teeters and sways on his feet with every blow.
Romano: Maverick is showing his team mates just how tough he can be but you've gotta ask yourself; "how much is too much?"
Steele: You've got it, big Cass. Not everyone can go as long and as hard as Jackson Steele but everybody wants to try.
Taylor: Maverick's certainly giving you a run for your money, though.
Ezriel uppercuts Maverick into the middle of the ring and hooks his arms to set up a double-arm DDT... but Maverick still isn't done!
Romano: Maverick fights back! Hes trying desperately to turn Ezriel around and gets his arms free!
Taylor: He's got his arms out- NO! Ezriel hooks the arms again!
Romano: He hits that DDT and it's over!
Taylor: Maverick's not going down without a fight! He's got his arms out again!
Maverick makes a desperate lunge into Ezriel and he drives him back into the Icons' corner! All of a sudden all three members of his team reach out and slap him on the back, and once again they all climb in through the ropes!
Steele: Well who the hell's the legal man?
Taylor: I don't know! And all hell's about to break loose! Again!
As soon as the Icons are into the ring, the Order start to rush in and join them. The referee is focusing on removing Bobby and Chaos Kid - which means that Jack Diamond must be the legal man.
The Brothers Of Valhalla crash into Diamond and send him straight down to the mat as the ref turns back, and bravely steps into the fray to stop this match descending any further into chaos. Bobby drags Maverick out of the ring and Jack Diamond finds himself up against Ezriel.
Steele: I bet Maverick's damned glad to be out of that ring at last!
Romano: He put up one hell of a fight, I'd say he's earned himself some respite!
Faced with a fresher opponent, Ezriel fights with a little more caution now... though he doesn't hold back when throwing vicious rights, lefts and feet Diamond's way, hoping to maybe put him back to the injury list. But the wo have a much more even battle than Maverick could have managed at this point, and Diamond gets Ezriel into a hammerlock... spins him round to set up a front face lock... Ezriel pushes out, he puts on his own front face lock... snap suplex to Diamond! The "Ace Of Spades" is back on his feet quickly though and he looks to retaliate, but Ezriel hits him with an arm drag! Diamond gets up to one knee, then slowly up to both feet, and locks up with Ezriel in the middle of the ring.
Taylor: These two have changed the pace of the match now, they're showing us what they can do on the technical side of things!
From the collar-and-elbow tie up, the two men undergo another rapid exchange of holds. Diamond goes behind looking for a German, Ezriel reverses it on him, lifts Diamond for the German suplex - but Diamond shifts his weight, managing to wheelbarrow himself round and underneath Ezriel to roll him up!
ONE!
TW-
KICK OUT!
Ezriel looks disgusted at almost being outsmarted by Jack Diamond. Diamond simply keeps his distance with a cocky smirk on his face, and beckons Ezriel to bring it to him again. Ezriel sneers and tags in Gustav before rolling out under the bottom rope.
Romano: Ezriel has had enough of Jack Diamond apparently! He's handing responsibility over to Gustav of the Brothers Of Valhalla!
Diamond begins to circle opposite Gustav, and is shocked to feel a hand on his shoulder as Chaos Kid blind-tags himself into the match. Diamond spins his head as if he is going to question Chaos, and Gustav rushes in, piling Diamond into the corner and unleashing a furious volley on him!
Romano: Jack Diamond doesn't look too pleased that Chaos Kid just inserted himself into this match!
Taylor: The Kid had a lot of harsh words for his OWN team in the past week or so, he wants to set himself up as the main player in The Icons and he wants to rid the AWF of these so-called "Comic Book" characters like Ezriel and Hyperion!
Chaos Kid jumps through the ropes quickly and pulls Gustav off of Diamond. He gives Gustav a one-two combo of fists before finishing off with a spinning elbow shot that backs Gustav into the ropes. Chaos Kid uses the momentum of the ropes to whip Gustav across the ring, bends at the waist as if to back drop him, but Gustav stops short and gives him a shin kick to the collarbone. Chaos staggers up to his feet and turns away from Gustav who grabs him by the shoulder and spins him round, but-
Romano: Snap DDT!
Taylor: Out of nowhere!
Chaos Kid suddenly hits his snap DDT signature on an unsuspecting Gustav, but he's still smarting from the kick to the collarbone and can't capitalize, the back-bump onto the mat jarring through his shoulder. Wincing as he turns himself over, he covers Gustav.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
BROKEN UP BY HYPERION!
Steele: Chaos Kid was gonna steal this, I think! It took the big boss to step in and save the day!
Taylor: You might be right... but I think Chaos Kid's hurt... and he might be about to feel even more pain!
Hyperion towers over Chaos Kid, riding the five-count as he suddenly puts out a big mitt, grasping The Icon by the throat and lifting him hig up with a chokeslam lift!
Taylor: We could be about to see The High One!
But Chaos Kid kicks out, breaking Hyperion's grip, and he falls back to the mat. He gives Hyperion a shove back into the ropes and then speeds off across the ring, bouncing off the opposite set of ropes and then coming back at Hyperion- giving him a big clothesline he sends the Greek God backwards over the ropes!
Steele: Wow! It takes a lot to take Hyperion down!
Romano: Chaos Kid needs to be careful though! Don't get cocky!
As Chaos Kid looks down at Hyperion and waves bye-bye to him, Gustav rolls over and crawls up behind him and then rolls him up!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Chaos Kid kicks out!
Taylor: He almost threw this match away there!
Romano: Gustav coming extremely close to ending this one with a surprise roll-up!
As Chaos Kid gets back to his feet, Gustav tags out to Bjark and the other brother enters the fray. He's too fast for Chaos Kid to respond in time, and he knocks him down with a clothesline which has Chaos gripping his shoulder area again as the pain shoots through him.
Romano: He's really favoring that left shoulder after that punt kick from Gustav. I won't be surprised if he turns out to have a broken collarbone or something.
Not wanting to wait for Chaos to stand again, Bjark drags him up roughly by the arm and turns him upside down, hitting a shoulder breaker that has Chaos Kid screaming in agony.
Steele: These guys hit HARD! I found that out first-hand!
Bjark covers Chaos kid, making sure to push down on the injured shoulder.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Somehow, Chaos Kid manages to kick out from underneath Bjark!
Taylor: I don't know how he did that! And now he's standing! His body must be racked with pain but he's back on his feet!
Romano: There have been a lot of questions over his commitment to The Icons of late-
Steele: I wouldn't say there have been questions, he literally said he's sick and tired of all of it! He cited Bobby Barratt as one of the key reasons that he wants out!
Romano: Even so, he looks like he's trying to get the job done tonight!
Steele: Because he's trying to one-up Bobby! And- I don't blame him! He wants to take the title off him, I want to take the title off him, everybody wants to see that title off of Bobby Barratt!
Taylor: Except for the other Icons who aren't having second thoughts about their membership of course.
Bjark gets up slower than Chaos Kid, and as he is on his knees Chaos suddenly kicks out at him, once, then twice, Bjark starts to get up and Chaos kicks him again! A fourth kick rocks him and then- SUPERKICK!
Romano: MAYHEM!
Taylor: Chaos Kid hit his kicking combination and Bjark is out!
Bjark's head snaps back and he falls almost in slow-motion, landing on his back and Chaos Kid staggers, heading into his own corner - where Diamond tags himself back in!
Steele: Jack Diamond just returned the favor from earlier but Chaos Kid REALLY doesn't look happy about it!
Chaos Kid just stares at Diamond as he steps back into the ring, a stern look of pent-up rage on his face. Diamond shrugs, and Chaos drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He stands on the outside for a second and then turns away, heading for the aisle.
Romano: Well hang on, it looks like Chaos Kid doesn't want anything else to do with this match!
Diamond puts his hands on his hips and watches Chaos leave as Bobby hops down from the apron and tries to reason with him. Chaos and Bobby argue in the entrance way as Diamond goes to turn back to Bjark.
Bjark stirs as Diamond approaches him. Rather than go for the cover, Diamond elects to weaken him some more and he begins to pick him up - but Bjark, either through a conscious decision or by pure luck, lashes out and connects with Diamond's previously-inured ankle, and Diamond crumples!
Romano: That's the ankle that was injured by The Order on christmas eve! There was some debate as to whether Jack was ready to compete again or not- and I think Bjark may have just answered that question!
Diamond sucks wind through his teeth as he tries to get back to his vertical base but now the pain in his leg is obvious as he starts limping. Bobby gives Chaos Kid a dismissive shove and tells him that if he's gonna walk out and abandon them then it's on him. He sprints back to the ring and up onto the apron, begging Jack to tag back out.
Diamond hops on one foot as he tries to make it to the corner but Bjark is in pursuit - just as he is about to make the tag, Bjark grabs Diamond and pulls him away from Bobby. He raises a balled fist above him and prepares to bring it down on top of Jack but- wait!
Of all the things that might have saved Jack, none would expect it to be Hyperion. But indeed, the leader of The Order barks out a command to halt as he gets back onto the apron, before ordering Gustav to let Jack tag out.
Romano: Is he mad? The Order have this won! The Icons are crumbling! Literally!
Steele: Well I think he is definitely mad... but you underestimate just how much Hyperion wants to get his hands on Bobby Barratt!
Bjark throws Diamond into his corner and he backpedals painfully to Bobby, letting the only fresh man left in the match tag in. Bobby looks hesitant but he steps through the ropes, coming to meet Hyperion in the middle of the ring.
Steele: This is what I've been waiting for! Now... I'm not exactly rooting for Hype here after what he did to eXXXstacy but... let's just say I wouldn't mind if he softens Bobby up a bit before our title match in two weeks!
Hyperion and Bobby stand nose-to-well, nose-to-forehead, and you can tell they are both trash-talking each other. They exchange pleasantries for about ten seconds, before Bobby suddenly bursts into life, throwing punches into Hyperion's chest and stomach, catching the big man by surprise and doubling him over. Bobby lifts a knee into Hyperion's face, and as Hyperion is driven upright Bobby comes off the ropes and takes him down with a slingblade which he follows up with a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Hype kicks out as Ezriel and the Brothers all prepare to head into the ring.
Taylor: This doesn't look good for Barratt though! There are still all four Order members left while on his own team, Chaos Kid has walked out, Jack Diamond can barely stand and Maverick hasn't moved in a loooong time!
Romano: Bobby is gonna have to go full-speed-ahead if he wants to stand any chance of winning this match!
Bobby keeps the pace up as he stomps Hyperion as he rises to his feet, and then grabs a big leg looking for a dragon screw- but Hyperion shakes him off and takes him down with a big lariat! Bobby looks groggy as he stands up again and this time he walks into a big boot! Hyperion places the same foot on Bobby's chest;
ONE!
EASY KICK OUT!
Romano: A lazy cover from Hyperion!
Steele: I hate to say it but there's a reason why Bobby's the champion. You don't get that belt by going down to moves like that.
Bobby uses Hyperion's momentary imbalance to quickly get up - as quickly as he can, anyway - and try to get behind Hyperion. Hyperion turns with him and much like with Maverick at the start of the match, he has no intention of letting Bobby get round him.
The two men face off in some weird kind of circular dance as Bobby darts in and out trying to find a weakness in Hyperion's defences. He takes a pop any opportunity he gets but nothing seems to have much effect.
Bobby throws caution to the wind and tries to drive into Hyperion like a rugby player driving into a scrum. It doesn't end well. Hyperion uses his superior weight to block Bobby and then gutwrenches him right up onto his shoulders, ready for a powerbomb!
Bobby has other ideas though - pushing off of Hyperion's head, he keeps hold of his hair as he drops in front of him, bringing his knees up and Hype's head down!
Taylor: ICON BREAKER!
Steele: Holy sh- wow!
Romano: That move may have just swung the balance of the match! But there are still three Order members left to take care of!
The assault is on! Hyperion staggers backwards and pretty much falls through the ropes as Bjark tags himself in- Gustav enters the ring along with his brother and Bobby takes both of them on! He grabs them both by the hair, knocking their skulls together before sending Gustav into the turnbuckle where he lays in with some big shoulder thrusts and then sends him flying over the top to the outside! He turns his attention back to Bjark and sends him into the opposite turnbuckle before reversing into the middle of the ring, ready for a big spear!
The crowd roar though- not because of the impending spear, but because Ezriel has climbed to the top of the turnbuckle! Actually, it's not even for that!
Taylor: Holy- Wait a minute!
Romano: No no no no no! No way!
On one good leg, Jack Diamond has hobbled round the outside of the ring and gotten up onto the apron undetected by Ezriel- he grabs him, pulls him round- and hits a Stacked Deck on Ezriel from the top rope onto the apron, the pair of them then bouncing off and falling to the arena floor below!
Romano: OUT! OF! NOWHERE!
Taylor: Jesus Mary and Joseph! He just killed Ezriel! He just killed himself!
Steele: I have no words... I'm glad I'm not fighting Jack though, let me tell you that...
Diamond and Ezriel are out on the floor, leaving Bobby alone with Bjark... and Hyperion, who is coming back through the ropes...
Romano: Bobby doesn't know which way to turn now! He's cornered!
As both men advance on Boby, there is another great roar from the crowd - as this time none other than Maverick climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and launches himself at Hyperion! He connects with a missile driopkick - and Hyperion goes down, getting caught up in the ropes before plopping (un)gracefully onto the arena floor!
Bjark is distracted by this new turn of events and when he turns back- ICONBREAKER!
Taylor: Bobby Barratt capitalizes with a huge Icon Breaker on Bjark and that's gotta be it!
Romano: Talk about snatching victory from the jaws of defeat!
Bobby scrambles to cover Bjark and the ref slaps the mat;
ONE!
Hyperion makes it up to his feet again!
TWO!
He turns to the ring, slides halfway under the ropes!
THREE!
The bell rings, and Hyperion stops in his tracks. He looks upon Barratt as he stands up from the fallen Bjark, and the two stare each other down again for a few uneasy seconds.
Jessie Love: Here are your winners - The Icons!
Hyperion turns his back on Bobby, and simply walks away. Bobby's hand is raised as he is handed back his AWF Championship belt, and he turns towards the commentary desk.
Romano: True grit shown by the Icons tonight as- two and a half men down- they managed to get the job done!
Taylor: You've gotta give Maverick a hell of a lot of credit for the victory, he was the one who instigated the match, he was the one who did so much work against nearly every opposition member in the first half of the match, and it was he who made the crucial interception to knock Hyperion out of the ring and allow Bobby Barratt to pin Bjark!
Romano: So no with that out of the way, what are your thoughts on your upcoming Championship match against that man, Bobby Barratt, Jackson?
Steele: ...
Romano: Jackson?
There is no answer from Jackson Steele. Cassius looks up to find Steele standing, having removed his headset, and staring right at Barratt. Bobby stands at the ropes, staring right back, and he raises his AWF title in the air. Bobby shakes his head as he reassures Jackson that in two weeks he most definitely won't be taking the championship off of him, before jumping down out of the ring and helping Jack to his feet. Jack refuses Bobby's offer of support and insists on walking out himself, albeit gingerly. Cazador comes through the curtain and joins the trio, offering support to Maverick who is still hurting but beginning to find his balance again.
Taylor: Folks we saw an all-out war tonight between The Order and The Icons and I for one would be shocked if that's the last we see of this rivalry! More questions remain about Chaos Kid - is he done with The Icons for good? Perhaps we'll find out more in two weeks when we join you again for Prestige and that huge title rematch, Jackson Steele finally gets his chance to take the AWF Championship back from Bobby Barratt! That's all for-
Romano: Hold that thought, Tommy! I'm just being told our cameras have caught up with the Icons in the back! Let's see if we can't get some answers right now!
Romano: Well no physical shots fired in this match thus far but Bobby Barratt strikes first in the psychological game as he denies Hyperion the chance to get his hands on him!
Taylor: Hyperion is desperate to get Bobby in the ring! He has his sights set on that Championship of his!
Steele: Yeah, well he's gonna have to wait his turn. And he can forget about Bobby. If he wants that title, he's gonna have to come looking for me.
Maverick looks to be chomping at the bit to get a hold of Hyperion as he bounds into the ring and speeds towards the big man. Hyperion lowers his center of gravity defensively and Maverick halts his head-on assault, using quick footwork to try and get himself around behind Hyperion. Hyperion stays close to his corner though and Maverick finds his options limited. He buzzes close to Hyperion and draws him out of the corner as he lunges but misses. Maverick then quickly zips behind Hyperion who wheels round to come face-to-face with him again, before Maverick runs off the ropes and baseball slides right underneath the big man's legs! Deftly coming up to his feet Maverick jumps up onto Hyperion's back and puts him in a sleeper hold! Hype tries to shake him off but Maverick clings on tight, but pays for his insolence as Hyperion flips him over his shoulder and he meets the mat back-first.
Maverick gets back up and once again goes full-steam into Hyperion, the unexpected approach catching Hype by surprise and pushing him back into the far set of ropes.
Taylor: Maverick taking it to Hyperion in the early going, I wouldn't have predicted this!
Romano: He wanted this, Tommy, he's fired up to take on the leader of The Order!
Maverick pulls hard and tries to use the momentum of the ropes to launch Hyperion across the ring but Hyperion reverses it, sends Maverick for an Irish whip, and then goes for a big boot on the rebound - Maverick ducks it, and as Hyperion turns around he gets knocked down by a springboard back elbow from the Wexford lad!
Romano: Look at this! Maverick takes Hyperion down with a beautiful back elbow and he's gonna try and make a cover right now!
ONE!
Hyperion easily powers Maverick off of him with something that resembles a gorilla press and Mav gets launched several feet in the air! Maverick hits the mat hard and Hyperion looks mighty pissed as he stands up, towering over him, and picks him up by the head.
Taylor: Hyperion has taken about all he can stand from Maverick and now hes gonna give him some-
Romano: Wait! Surprise roll-up! Maverick rolls up Hyperion!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO!
Hyperion almost got caught by surprise but manages to kick out just at the last second as Ezriel steps through the ropes, and the tattooed warrior blasts Maverick with a hard knee to the gut! The referee tries to stop Ezriel before spotting all three of Maverick's Icon buddies preparing to jump into action and save him, and he quickly goes over to their corner to lay down the law.
Meanwhile with the ref's back turned, Bjark and Gustav come into the ring and all four Order members lay into Maverick.
Steele: These Order boys aren't above quadruple-teaming someone much smaller than them! Reminds me of my days doing-
Romano: Alright, Jackson. Try to stay family-friendly, remember?
Taylor: Maverick is getting pulverized in there! And the longer his boys try and get into the ring, the longer the referee's gonna stay distracted!
Bobby comes to the same conclusion as Tommy and orders his team to stay on the apron, all while alerting the referee to the beat-down going on across the ring in Order territory. The ref turns and notices the unfair fight going on behind his back and rushes over to try and restore some order.
As soon as he is away from The Icons though, Barratt and his team pile into the ring and they rush The Order, Bobby crashing into the back of Gustav as Diamond throws Bjark over the top rope and turns his attention to Hyperion. Chaos Kid picks out Ezriel and the match quickly turns into three separate fist-fights going on across the ring.
Romano: This has turned into a schmozz!
Steele: Now this definitely reminds me of some of my-
Taylor: Jackson, please!
Steele: Alright! Sorry! Just sayin'...
Maverick lays in the corner of The Order, bruised and beaten, as the referee tries to separate Diamond and Hyperion, Chaos Kid and Ezriel both having tumbled to the outside. Hyperion dispatches Diamond over the top rope just as Bobby disposes of Gustav, and the two faction leaders turn to face each other.
Taylor: NOW we might see these two get it on!
The referee reminds Bobby that he's not the legal man and Hyperion doesn't press the issue, smirking at Bobby as the Icon leader is pushed back to his corner, and then he turns to the fallen Maverick. Dragging him into the middle of the ring, he lies across Maverick and stares Bobby down as he covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Kick out by Maverick!
Romano: how on Earth did he do that!?
Taylor: I dunno Cass, Maverick has to be in a world of hurt right now! He could have just stayed down and it would have all been over - but now he's got more of Hyperion to contend with!
Hyperion pulls Maverick up by his hair, which by now is not standing on end as it usually does, it has been stomped flat and is slick with sweat. He pulls Maverick over towards Bobby and lifts one of Maverick's limp hands, offering it to Bobby to make the tag. Bobby just stares at Hyperion with contempt.
Steele: I'm pretty sure Bobby could easily make the tag! He's just scared to get in the ring with Hyperion!
Bobby finally reaches out to tag in, but Hyperion pulls Mav's hand away and turns back to his own corner, where Gustav has just climbed back up onto the apron.
Tagging in Gustav, Hyperion lifts one of Maverick's arms and allows Gustav to get in a kidney punch before slipping through the ropes and Gustav takes over working on "The Mercenary".
Gustav whips Maverick across the ring and hits him with a back drop on the rebound before going for a standing elbow drop but Maverick somehow manages to roll out of the way to a great cheer from the crowd. Bjark and Ezriel both climb back into their positions as Chaos Kid and Jack Diamond return to the Icons' corner.
Maverick wobbles, showing the signs of the beating he's taken from the opposition team, and he tries to ghost past Gustav but gets caught - Gustav pushing him back into the Order's corner and making the tag to his brother Bjark. The brothers switch places, each taking it in turns to give Maverick some boots in the corner before Bjark short-arms Maverick into an STO, making the cover and looking to end the match right here-
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!
The Icons all cheer their stable mate on as Bjark looks displeased that Maverick is still managing to hang on by the skin of his teeth. Hyperion looks even more displeased. He orders Ezriel to tag in to the match and the tattooed Scot obliges. Replacing Bjark, Ezriel drags Maverick to his feet and gives him a stiff European uppercut, followed by another, and Maverick teeters and sways on his feet with every blow.
Romano: Maverick is showing his team mates just how tough he can be but you've gotta ask yourself; "how much is too much?"
Steele: You've got it, big Cass. Not everyone can go as long and as hard as Jackson Steele but everybody wants to try.
Taylor: Maverick's certainly giving you a run for your money, though.
Ezriel uppercuts Maverick into the middle of the ring and hooks his arms to set up a double-arm DDT... but Maverick still isn't done!
Romano: Maverick fights back! Hes trying desperately to turn Ezriel around and gets his arms free!
Taylor: He's got his arms out- NO! Ezriel hooks the arms again!
Romano: He hits that DDT and it's over!
Taylor: Maverick's not going down without a fight! He's got his arms out again!
Maverick makes a desperate lunge into Ezriel and he drives him back into the Icons' corner! All of a sudden all three members of his team reach out and slap him on the back, and once again they all climb in through the ropes!
Steele: Well who the hell's the legal man?
Taylor: I don't know! And all hell's about to break loose! Again!
As soon as the Icons are into the ring, the Order start to rush in and join them. The referee is focusing on removing Bobby and Chaos Kid - which means that Jack Diamond must be the legal man.
The Brothers Of Valhalla crash into Diamond and send him straight down to the mat as the ref turns back, and bravely steps into the fray to stop this match descending any further into chaos. Bobby drags Maverick out of the ring and Jack Diamond finds himself up against Ezriel.
Steele: I bet Maverick's damned glad to be out of that ring at last!
Romano: He put up one hell of a fight, I'd say he's earned himself some respite!
Faced with a fresher opponent, Ezriel fights with a little more caution now... though he doesn't hold back when throwing vicious rights, lefts and feet Diamond's way, hoping to maybe put him back to the injury list. But the wo have a much more even battle than Maverick could have managed at this point, and Diamond gets Ezriel into a hammerlock... spins him round to set up a front face lock... Ezriel pushes out, he puts on his own front face lock... snap suplex to Diamond! The "Ace Of Spades" is back on his feet quickly though and he looks to retaliate, but Ezriel hits him with an arm drag! Diamond gets up to one knee, then slowly up to both feet, and locks up with Ezriel in the middle of the ring.
Taylor: These two have changed the pace of the match now, they're showing us what they can do on the technical side of things!
From the collar-and-elbow tie up, the two men undergo another rapid exchange of holds. Diamond goes behind looking for a German, Ezriel reverses it on him, lifts Diamond for the German suplex - but Diamond shifts his weight, managing to wheelbarrow himself round and underneath Ezriel to roll him up!
ONE!
TW-
KICK OUT!
Ezriel looks disgusted at almost being outsmarted by Jack Diamond. Diamond simply keeps his distance with a cocky smirk on his face, and beckons Ezriel to bring it to him again. Ezriel sneers and tags in Gustav before rolling out under the bottom rope.
Romano: Ezriel has had enough of Jack Diamond apparently! He's handing responsibility over to Gustav of the Brothers Of Valhalla!
Diamond begins to circle opposite Gustav, and is shocked to feel a hand on his shoulder as Chaos Kid blind-tags himself into the match. Diamond spins his head as if he is going to question Chaos, and Gustav rushes in, piling Diamond into the corner and unleashing a furious volley on him!
Romano: Jack Diamond doesn't look too pleased that Chaos Kid just inserted himself into this match!
Taylor: The Kid had a lot of harsh words for his OWN team in the past week or so, he wants to set himself up as the main player in The Icons and he wants to rid the AWF of these so-called "Comic Book" characters like Ezriel and Hyperion!
Chaos Kid jumps through the ropes quickly and pulls Gustav off of Diamond. He gives Gustav a one-two combo of fists before finishing off with a spinning elbow shot that backs Gustav into the ropes. Chaos Kid uses the momentum of the ropes to whip Gustav across the ring, bends at the waist as if to back drop him, but Gustav stops short and gives him a shin kick to the collarbone. Chaos staggers up to his feet and turns away from Gustav who grabs him by the shoulder and spins him round, but-
Romano: Snap DDT!
Taylor: Out of nowhere!
Chaos Kid suddenly hits his snap DDT signature on an unsuspecting Gustav, but he's still smarting from the kick to the collarbone and can't capitalize, the back-bump onto the mat jarring through his shoulder. Wincing as he turns himself over, he covers Gustav.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
BROKEN UP BY HYPERION!
Steele: Chaos Kid was gonna steal this, I think! It took the big boss to step in and save the day!
Taylor: You might be right... but I think Chaos Kid's hurt... and he might be about to feel even more pain!
Hyperion towers over Chaos Kid, riding the five-count as he suddenly puts out a big mitt, grasping The Icon by the throat and lifting him hig up with a chokeslam lift!
Taylor: We could be about to see The High One!
But Chaos Kid kicks out, breaking Hyperion's grip, and he falls back to the mat. He gives Hyperion a shove back into the ropes and then speeds off across the ring, bouncing off the opposite set of ropes and then coming back at Hyperion- giving him a big clothesline he sends the Greek God backwards over the ropes!
Steele: Wow! It takes a lot to take Hyperion down!
Romano: Chaos Kid needs to be careful though! Don't get cocky!
As Chaos Kid looks down at Hyperion and waves bye-bye to him, Gustav rolls over and crawls up behind him and then rolls him up!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Chaos Kid kicks out!
Taylor: He almost threw this match away there!
Romano: Gustav coming extremely close to ending this one with a surprise roll-up!
As Chaos Kid gets back to his feet, Gustav tags out to Bjark and the other brother enters the fray. He's too fast for Chaos Kid to respond in time, and he knocks him down with a clothesline which has Chaos gripping his shoulder area again as the pain shoots through him.
Romano: He's really favoring that left shoulder after that punt kick from Gustav. I won't be surprised if he turns out to have a broken collarbone or something.
Not wanting to wait for Chaos to stand again, Bjark drags him up roughly by the arm and turns him upside down, hitting a shoulder breaker that has Chaos Kid screaming in agony.
Steele: These guys hit HARD! I found that out first-hand!
Bjark covers Chaos kid, making sure to push down on the injured shoulder.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Somehow, Chaos Kid manages to kick out from underneath Bjark!
Taylor: I don't know how he did that! And now he's standing! His body must be racked with pain but he's back on his feet!
Romano: There have been a lot of questions over his commitment to The Icons of late-
Steele: I wouldn't say there have been questions, he literally said he's sick and tired of all of it! He cited Bobby Barratt as one of the key reasons that he wants out!
Romano: Even so, he looks like he's trying to get the job done tonight!
Steele: Because he's trying to one-up Bobby! And- I don't blame him! He wants to take the title off him, I want to take the title off him, everybody wants to see that title off of Bobby Barratt!
Taylor: Except for the other Icons who aren't having second thoughts about their membership of course.
Bjark gets up slower than Chaos Kid, and as he is on his knees Chaos suddenly kicks out at him, once, then twice, Bjark starts to get up and Chaos kicks him again! A fourth kick rocks him and then- SUPERKICK!
Romano: MAYHEM!
Taylor: Chaos Kid hit his kicking combination and Bjark is out!
Bjark's head snaps back and he falls almost in slow-motion, landing on his back and Chaos Kid staggers, heading into his own corner - where Diamond tags himself back in!
Steele: Jack Diamond just returned the favor from earlier but Chaos Kid REALLY doesn't look happy about it!
Chaos Kid just stares at Diamond as he steps back into the ring, a stern look of pent-up rage on his face. Diamond shrugs, and Chaos drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He stands on the outside for a second and then turns away, heading for the aisle.
Romano: Well hang on, it looks like Chaos Kid doesn't want anything else to do with this match!
Diamond puts his hands on his hips and watches Chaos leave as Bobby hops down from the apron and tries to reason with him. Chaos and Bobby argue in the entrance way as Diamond goes to turn back to Bjark.
Bjark stirs as Diamond approaches him. Rather than go for the cover, Diamond elects to weaken him some more and he begins to pick him up - but Bjark, either through a conscious decision or by pure luck, lashes out and connects with Diamond's previously-inured ankle, and Diamond crumples!
Romano: That's the ankle that was injured by The Order on christmas eve! There was some debate as to whether Jack was ready to compete again or not- and I think Bjark may have just answered that question!
Diamond sucks wind through his teeth as he tries to get back to his vertical base but now the pain in his leg is obvious as he starts limping. Bobby gives Chaos Kid a dismissive shove and tells him that if he's gonna walk out and abandon them then it's on him. He sprints back to the ring and up onto the apron, begging Jack to tag back out.
Diamond hops on one foot as he tries to make it to the corner but Bjark is in pursuit - just as he is about to make the tag, Bjark grabs Diamond and pulls him away from Bobby. He raises a balled fist above him and prepares to bring it down on top of Jack but- wait!
Of all the things that might have saved Jack, none would expect it to be Hyperion. But indeed, the leader of The Order barks out a command to halt as he gets back onto the apron, before ordering Gustav to let Jack tag out.
Romano: Is he mad? The Order have this won! The Icons are crumbling! Literally!
Steele: Well I think he is definitely mad... but you underestimate just how much Hyperion wants to get his hands on Bobby Barratt!
Bjark throws Diamond into his corner and he backpedals painfully to Bobby, letting the only fresh man left in the match tag in. Bobby looks hesitant but he steps through the ropes, coming to meet Hyperion in the middle of the ring.
Steele: This is what I've been waiting for! Now... I'm not exactly rooting for Hype here after what he did to eXXXstacy but... let's just say I wouldn't mind if he softens Bobby up a bit before our title match in two weeks!
Hyperion and Bobby stand nose-to-well, nose-to-forehead, and you can tell they are both trash-talking each other. They exchange pleasantries for about ten seconds, before Bobby suddenly bursts into life, throwing punches into Hyperion's chest and stomach, catching the big man by surprise and doubling him over. Bobby lifts a knee into Hyperion's face, and as Hyperion is driven upright Bobby comes off the ropes and takes him down with a slingblade which he follows up with a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Hype kicks out as Ezriel and the Brothers all prepare to head into the ring.
Taylor: This doesn't look good for Barratt though! There are still all four Order members left while on his own team, Chaos Kid has walked out, Jack Diamond can barely stand and Maverick hasn't moved in a loooong time!
Romano: Bobby is gonna have to go full-speed-ahead if he wants to stand any chance of winning this match!
Bobby keeps the pace up as he stomps Hyperion as he rises to his feet, and then grabs a big leg looking for a dragon screw- but Hyperion shakes him off and takes him down with a big lariat! Bobby looks groggy as he stands up again and this time he walks into a big boot! Hyperion places the same foot on Bobby's chest;
ONE!
EASY KICK OUT!
Romano: A lazy cover from Hyperion!
Steele: I hate to say it but there's a reason why Bobby's the champion. You don't get that belt by going down to moves like that.
Bobby uses Hyperion's momentary imbalance to quickly get up - as quickly as he can, anyway - and try to get behind Hyperion. Hyperion turns with him and much like with Maverick at the start of the match, he has no intention of letting Bobby get round him.
The two men face off in some weird kind of circular dance as Bobby darts in and out trying to find a weakness in Hyperion's defences. He takes a pop any opportunity he gets but nothing seems to have much effect.
Bobby throws caution to the wind and tries to drive into Hyperion like a rugby player driving into a scrum. It doesn't end well. Hyperion uses his superior weight to block Bobby and then gutwrenches him right up onto his shoulders, ready for a powerbomb!
Bobby has other ideas though - pushing off of Hyperion's head, he keeps hold of his hair as he drops in front of him, bringing his knees up and Hype's head down!
Taylor: ICON BREAKER!
Steele: Holy sh- wow!
Romano: That move may have just swung the balance of the match! But there are still three Order members left to take care of!
The assault is on! Hyperion staggers backwards and pretty much falls through the ropes as Bjark tags himself in- Gustav enters the ring along with his brother and Bobby takes both of them on! He grabs them both by the hair, knocking their skulls together before sending Gustav into the turnbuckle where he lays in with some big shoulder thrusts and then sends him flying over the top to the outside! He turns his attention back to Bjark and sends him into the opposite turnbuckle before reversing into the middle of the ring, ready for a big spear!
The crowd roar though- not because of the impending spear, but because Ezriel has climbed to the top of the turnbuckle! Actually, it's not even for that!
Taylor: Holy- Wait a minute!
Romano: No no no no no! No way!
On one good leg, Jack Diamond has hobbled round the outside of the ring and gotten up onto the apron undetected by Ezriel- he grabs him, pulls him round- and hits a Stacked Deck on Ezriel from the top rope onto the apron, the pair of them then bouncing off and falling to the arena floor below!
Romano: OUT! OF! NOWHERE!
Taylor: Jesus Mary and Joseph! He just killed Ezriel! He just killed himself!
Steele: I have no words... I'm glad I'm not fighting Jack though, let me tell you that...
Diamond and Ezriel are out on the floor, leaving Bobby alone with Bjark... and Hyperion, who is coming back through the ropes...
Romano: Bobby doesn't know which way to turn now! He's cornered!
As both men advance on Boby, there is another great roar from the crowd - as this time none other than Maverick climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and launches himself at Hyperion! He connects with a missile driopkick - and Hyperion goes down, getting caught up in the ropes before plopping (un)gracefully onto the arena floor!
Bjark is distracted by this new turn of events and when he turns back- ICONBREAKER!
Taylor: Bobby Barratt capitalizes with a huge Icon Breaker on Bjark and that's gotta be it!
Romano: Talk about snatching victory from the jaws of defeat!
Bobby scrambles to cover Bjark and the ref slaps the mat;
ONE!
Hyperion makes it up to his feet again!
TWO!
He turns to the ring, slides halfway under the ropes!
THREE!
The bell rings, and Hyperion stops in his tracks. He looks upon Barratt as he stands up from the fallen Bjark, and the two stare each other down again for a few uneasy seconds.
Jessie Love: Here are your winners - The Icons!
Hyperion turns his back on Bobby, and simply walks away. Bobby's hand is raised as he is handed back his AWF Championship belt, and he turns towards the commentary desk.
Romano: True grit shown by the Icons tonight as- two and a half men down- they managed to get the job done!
Taylor: You've gotta give Maverick a hell of a lot of credit for the victory, he was the one who instigated the match, he was the one who did so much work against nearly every opposition member in the first half of the match, and it was he who made the crucial interception to knock Hyperion out of the ring and allow Bobby Barratt to pin Bjark!
Romano: So no with that out of the way, what are your thoughts on your upcoming Championship match against that man, Bobby Barratt, Jackson?
Steele: ...
Romano: Jackson?
There is no answer from Jackson Steele. Cassius looks up to find Steele standing, having removed his headset, and staring right at Barratt. Bobby stands at the ropes, staring right back, and he raises his AWF title in the air. Bobby shakes his head as he reassures Jackson that in two weeks he most definitely won't be taking the championship off of him, before jumping down out of the ring and helping Jack to his feet. Jack refuses Bobby's offer of support and insists on walking out himself, albeit gingerly. Cazador comes through the curtain and joins the trio, offering support to Maverick who is still hurting but beginning to find his balance again.
Taylor: Folks we saw an all-out war tonight between The Order and The Icons and I for one would be shocked if that's the last we see of this rivalry! More questions remain about Chaos Kid - is he done with The Icons for good? Perhaps we'll find out more in two weeks when we join you again for Prestige and that huge title rematch, Jackson Steele finally gets his chance to take the AWF Championship back from Bobby Barratt! That's all for-
Romano: Hold that thought, Tommy! I'm just being told our cameras have caught up with the Icons in the back! Let's see if we can't get some answers right now!
The camera backstage, where moments earlier the Icon’s have arrived to their locker room following their clash with the Order. The mood is tense, as Bobby paces the room, furiously shouting at Chaos Kid.
Bobby: ...so you just came back here? Decided to leave your brothers in the ring to get the hell beat out of us?! Some Icon you are.
Chaos Kid: Whatever Bobby, what have you ever done for me? Huh, what good has it been for me to be an Icon anyway?
Furiously, Bobby marches to a locker and pulls out Chaos Kid’s Icons jacket, tossing it to him.
Bobby: Look at that badge...you think long and hard about your next words…
Without saying anything, Chaos Kid stands up, tosses the jacket onto the floor...and spits on it. Bobby says nothing, almost chuckling to himself as he turns and walks to his own locker...but comes right back at Chaos Kid with a baseball bat in his hand! He swings and cracks it right against the head of Chaos Kid!
Bobby: What have I done for you? What have I done for you?! I dunno, let’s ask Debra here what I’ve done!
Bobby kicks the jacket onto Chaos Kid on the floor, and starts to beat him down with the baseball bat he calls Debra. After a few strikes, Chaos Kid is out cold.
Bobby: Take this piece of shit out of our locker room...he doesn’t belong here anymore.
Cazador and Maverick follow orders, and lift up Chaos Kid’s unconscious body to drag him outside, but before they reach the door, it bursts open as Ezriel barges inside, a bat of his own in his hands. The Brothers of Valhalla follow him, and for a moment there is a stare-down...until Ezriel smashes his bat across the head of El Cazador! The Brother take on Maverick and Diamond, smashing into them with fists and kicks! In the madness, Bobby manages to break free and pulls Diamond outside. He runs back and double clotheslines the Brothers to free Maverick too, and runs out with him. At the doorway he stops to look back, as Ezriel stands over El Cazador with a bloody bat. A wordless expression is exchanged between Bobby and El Cazador, before Bobby runs off with the other Icons members.
Diamond: What about Caz??
Bobby: ...what about him…
Maverick: We can’t just leave him there!
Bobby: He left us alone while the Order were beating us up out there... besides, he’s not alone... him and Chaos Kid are together!
Laughing, Bobby leads the men outside to where his helicopter is parked up. Bobby signals for them to get to the chopper, and they make a beeline for it. However, just as they are about to reach it…
KA-BOOM!! The helicopter explodes in a ball of fire! The blast sends the men flying backwards through the air, all landing crumpled on the ground! Coughing and spluttering, Bobby looks around- Maverick is unconscious and Diamond is stirring, but not moving a lot.
Bobby: What the f-
His question is answered, as from the glare of the inferno that was a helicopter comes the silhouette of a giant man, walking towards him...Hyperion. The blast of the explosion knocked his belt off, which is now in the hand of Hyperion, a long sharp trident in his other. He approaches Bobby, but as he tries to rise, Hyperion points the trident right at his throat, the sharp edge breaking the skin where it's pressed against.
Hyperion: Another night, another victory for the Icons...you most feel so powerful right now...so mighty…
Bobby tries to move, but Hyperion jabs the trident forward, stabbing Bobby a little more.
Hyperion: It seems without your henchmen, your posse, you are nothing more than a man...not the Icon you proclaim to be.
Bobby can’t move for fear of being killed, as Hyperion holds the sharp edge to his neck. Hyperion looks from Bobby to the blazing helicopter, and back to the belt in his hand.
Hyperion: Know this, Barratt... in the ring, you are safe, protected behind the ‘rules’. But out here, the real world, the wild…
He looks at the belt once more, and tosses it to the floor next to Bobby.
Hyperion: ...I am God! Enjoy the spoils of your victory...it will not last much longer.
Hyperion finally removes the trident from Bobby’s neck, much to his relief. Hyperion taps the gold belt with his trident, shoots Bobby a malicious wink, and walks off into the night as the show fades out.