.::: AWF Presents Fired Up - LIVE from Warrensburg, MO ::.

.::: AWF Presents Fired Up - LIVE from Warrensburg, MO ::. Sept 23, 2018 9:34:43 GMT -5 Mongo the Destroyer, Bobby Barratt, and 5 more like this

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Post by ForeverKuroi on Sept 23, 2018 9:34:43 GMT -5

The camera pans over the crowd in the AJ Walton Stadium as everyone cheers and holds up fan-made signs. The camera swoops down on our ringside announcers as the fans behind them mark out and put on a show for the camera complete with silly faces and dances.

Taylor: Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the second annual AWF Fired Up supershow!
Romano: Tonight, we have the unusual random tag tournament, and it'll all culminate in someone standing to face Bobby Barratt for the AWF Prestige Championship!
Taylor: I will certainly be interested to see how any can hope to even stand after this gauntlet, let alone face Bobby...
Romano: Indeed, Tommy. Anything could happen here tonight, because--

Cassius is cut off by the sound of "Boss Ass Bitch" by PTAF blasting through the arena. The crowd cheers as Danica Ziko makes her way out onto the top of the stage where a giant lotto machine has been set up. She produces a microphone and smiles for the crowd.

Danica Ziko: Alright, alright, we've got a hell of a lot of matches to get through. Right here, in this fancy machine... we have the names of all AWF superstars and staff and even a few surprises along the way.

She motions over to the giant globe with ping pong balls bouncing around inside of it.

Danica Ziko: We have 16 spots in this tournament for 8 teams. Let's go ahead and draw names for our first team... first up... is...

Danica presses a button on the panel in front of her and a single ping pong ball is sucked out from the globe and brought to a pedastal in front of her with a *thunk*. She shows the ball to the camera.

Danica Ziko: ...Soul Hunter!

The crowd looks around slightly confused, having never heard of the new guy.

Danica Ziko: ...and his partner will be... *thunk*... "Guttertrash" Greg Adkins!

Up on the screen, Greg Adkins is seen backstage psyching himself up in the hallway, taking a few practice jabs in the air.

Danica Ziko: And their opponents! First up... *thunk*... the Italian Stallion!

Backstage we see the young, handsome face of Italian Stallion as he claps a few times at hearing his name drawn.

Danica Ziko: ...and he will be teaming with... *thunk*... uh... hahaha... our very own Copycat!

The cameras switch backstage and Copycat is seen on the screen. He lets out the goofiest warcry of all time, eliciting laughs from the crowd.

Danica Ziko: Let's move on to our second match. Our first team will be... *thunk*... Chris Card.

The cameras cut to the AWF locker room where several superstars are standing around. Card is leaning against the wall with his sunglasses on, glancing around the room.

Danica Ziko: ...and Chris Card will team with... *thunk*... the State of Ohio Champion, Seth Dillinger!

In the locker room, Seth Dillinger darts his eyes over at Card, who lowers his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose and winks at Dillinger.

Danica Ziko: And they will face... *thunk*... oh, good lord... Rent-a-Hero...

The cameras cut to the interview section backstage, where Rent-a-Hero is standing with a microphone.

Rent-A-Hero: Ah yes! Duty calls! Today is a good day for justi--

Danica cuts him off.

Danica Ziko: ...and Rent-a-Hero will team with... *thunk*... Beanz?

The camera cuts to the craft table backstage where Beanz is just scooping up fistfuls of baked beans out of a can and shoveling them into his mouth.

Taylor: I dunno, that seems like a one-sided matchup...
Romano: You never know what the power of beans can do, Tommy.

Danica Ziko: Moving on to our third match! We will see... *thunk*... Killa Kai...

Kai is seen in the locker room, nodding his head and smirking.

Danica Ziko: ...teaming with... *thunk*... Ember Ferrari!

Ember tosses her hair back and snaps her head side to side, looking fierce.

Danica Ziko: They will face off against... *thunk*... Jordan Cassidy...

Everyone looks around the locker room and finds Cassidy sitting, adjusting his boots. He doesn't even hear his name.

Danica Ziko: ...and...*thunk*... James Delaware!

Delaware walks over and claps Cassidy on the back, pointing up to the monitor, making sure he's aware that they're a team.

Danica Ziko: And finally... our final match... *thunk* Feargal Nukebuster...

Feargal is backstage with Uncle Rogan, who is rubbing his shoulders and hyping him up.

Danica Ziko: ...and... *thunk*... Roy Harlowe!

Backstage, Harlowe just starts cackle madly. The rest of the locker room takes a few steps away from him.

Romano: Oh, I got to use the restroom.
Taylor: Are you kidding? The show's about to start!

Danica Ziko: ...they will face off against... *thunk*... oh... oh yes... Cassius Romano!

Romano: That's why I need to g-Wait, did someone say my name?
Taylor: No one said your name, you old kook! Let's just go now before we miss the first match.

Danica Ziko: ...and... *thunk*... Tommy Taylor!

Danica shuts down the lotto machine and motions to some crew members to wheel it out. The monitor behind her lights up with the tournament bracket.

Danica Ziko: By the end of the evening, one of these sixteen people will earn the chance to take on Bobby Barratt. It will be grueling. But whoever makes it will undoubtedly deserve that shot. With that... let the games... begin!

"Knights of Cydonia" by Muse plays. Immediately, Copycat runs toward the ring. He's wasting no time as he enters the ring in preparation for the start of the match.

Jessie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and it is the first round match in the Wildfire Tournament. In the ring now is Copycat!

The Italian Stallion jogs out to the stage and high-fives fans down both sides of the aisle, then jogs all around ring side high-fiving fans then he jumps upon the ring apron and flings himself in a front flip followed up with a trio of front handsprings finishing with a corner backflip

Jessie Love: And his tag team partner, The Italian Stallion!

Taylor: So I see that this is essentially a one-man team.
Romano: It certainly appears that way. The Italian Stallion appears to be a blue chipper with some promise, but poor him that he's been teamed up with Copycat. Out of anyone in the roster, he's certainly been teamed with the worst possible choice.

“Pervert” by the Descendents begins playing as “Guttertrash” Greg Adkins walks out from the back with a busty woman under each arm. They’re dressed in almost not there swimsuits.

Jessie Love: And their opponent, on his way to the ring - "Guttertrash" Greg Adkins!

Romano: Did Greg clear having a couple of valets come down to the ring with him?
Taylor: Does it matter? Here they are!

The crowd cheers the women on as Greg passionately kisses one while reaching back to grope the other. The girls head to the back while Greg gives them goodbye smacks on the butt.

Taylor: Isn’t one of those girls Samantha from Accounting?
Romano: She’s such a whore…

Greg Adkins makes his way down to the ring, dancing, and making eyes at the men and women as he goes.

Romano: Does he swing both ways?
Taylor: I hear that he swings for anything that moves.

Greg Adkins rolls into the ring and continues to dance, doing some pelvic thrusts to drive the crowd nuts (they either love him or hate him with no middle ground).

The opening riff of "Dance Away" starts to play upon the PA, and soon enough Soul Hunter makes his way out onto the stage and starts warming up on the stage before throwing his arms up into the air as the drum beat kicks in. Walking down the ramp, he jubilantly exchanges high fives with the fans as he proceeds to the ring. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Soul walks over to the steel steps, hastily making his way up before slingshotting himself into the ring, raising his arms up into the air once more as he reaches the center of the ring. Lowering them back to his sides, he shuffles over to his respectful corner, continuing to warm up for the match.

Jessie Love: And his tag team partner - from the now-defunct Suzuki Blitz Wrestling - Soul Hunter!

Taylor: The same kind of falls onto this team too. I mean, Soul Hunter looks like he's falling into his father's footsteps, but...
Romano: ...But Gutter trash is, well - gutter trash.

Round One: Soul Hunter & Greg Adkins vs. Italian Stallion & Copycat

The bell rings and Copycat leaves his corner, nervously. Adkins decides to start for his team, earning a pointed look from Soul Hunter. Adkins and Copycat lock up, Adkins using his power advantage, a rare thing for a wrestler his size, to muscle Copycat backwards. Copycat frees his arms and goes for an old school bell clap but Adkins ducks and clasps his hand tight around Copycat’s testicles with the CROTCH CLAW OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Copycat’s eyes cross as Adkins marches him around the ring.

Romano: That reminds me of James Finlayson.
Taylor: Who the what now?
Romano: Silent comedy star. Master of the stupid facial expression.
Taylor: Your depth of knowledge never ceases to amaze me, Cassius.

Stallion reaches out as Copycat flails near his own corner and uses the full length of the tag rope to make along range tag. Italian Stallion hops into the ring and ducks under a flailing punch from Greg Adkins, hoisting him up into a Fireman’s Carry. The Stallion swings round a couple of times and Adkins falls off his shoulders and down to the canvas. Adkins stumbles to his feet and staggers out for a tag to Soul Hunter.

Taylor: The Italian Stallion has a ton of fire to him.
Romano: Fire, heart and spirit only gets you so far in this business Taylor.

Soul Hunter and Italian Stallion face off mid ring. Stallion fires a kick into Soul Hunter’s mid section and shoots straight in to follow up with a double leg takedown. The Sous Chef of Hell’s Kitchen fires off forearms from the top mount and slides round looking for a jujigatame armbar. Soul Hunter, however, uses the sudden lack of pressure coming form above him to reverse the mount and take top position. Stallion tries to counter by locking in guard, but Soul Hunter knows that MMA isn’t a field where he has an advantage and backs away.

Taylor: Soul Hunter doesn’t want to exchange holds with the Italian Stallion.
Romano: Know your strengths. It’s the soul of good wrestling, no pun intended.

A fist pump and a loud “C’MON!” from Italian Stallion signifies that the young talent is getting fired up. He walks round the ring, calling for his next opponent… and Copycat blind tags himself in! Stallion gives a confused look at his keen (but not talented) partner and the referee ushers him m outside. Soul Hunter smiles at Copycat and offers Terry Bradshaw’s loyal servant over to fight him.

Taylor: Here comes Copycat.

Hunter kicks Copycat in the ribs to double him over, forces him into a standing head scissors and locks in a half butterfly hold. Hunter smiles for the fans and drops Copycat RIGHT ON HIS FACE.

Taylor: HUNTED DOWN!

Backing off to his own corner, Hunter hops gracefully onto the top turnbuckle, ignoring Greg Adkins’ blind tag in on his back. Soul Hunter points down at Copycat and leaps, rotating in the air and hitting a beautiful Corkscrew Senton.

Taylor: SOUL STEALER!
Romano: And there GOES Copycat.

Adkins looks at the referee, who refuses to count Soul Hunter’s pinfall and calmly steps into the ring. Guttertrash Greg stands over Copycat, squats a few times, teabagging Copycat before sitting down into a pinning predicament…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jessie Love: Here are your winners and forwarding to the next round in the Wildfire Tournament - Soul Hunter and Greg Adkins!

Taylor: Greg Adkins steals the pinfall!
Romano: But his team advances. And that’s the important thing.

Round One: Chris Card & Seth Dillinger vs. RENT A HERO & Beanz

Seth Dillinger starts in the ring, keeping a wary eye on his teammate, Chris Card. Seth turns to see Rent-A-Hero standing in the ring, fists on his hips, striking a victory pose. "Today is a good day... to stop crime!" Seth squints at him, confused. Rent-A-Hero charges across the ring at Seth Dillinger, arms outstretched for what looks like a double clothesline? Dillinger simply drops and toe drags Hero, sending him face first into the middle rope in the corner with Card. Card bends over and grabs at Rent-A-Hero, but Seth immediately darts over and tells him to stop.

Taylor: Seth Dillinger isn't having any of Chris Card's usual antics!
Romano: He's going to be sorely disappointed, then.

Dillinger drags up Hero and whips him to the ropes. Dillinger runs to the opposite ropes and leaps over Hero on the rebound, continuing to bounce yet again. On the next rebound, Seth leaps high into the air, delivering a textbook missile dropkick to the chest of Rent-A-Hero, who tumbles backwards to the mat. Seth drops for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Rent-A-Hero gets a shoulder up and shouts triumphantly, "Did you think I would make it that easy?" Seth rolls his eyes and drags Rent-A-Hero back up, throwing a couple punches at him before snapping him back down to the mat for a snap DDT. Hero rolls over onto his back as Seth goes to the ropes and springboards off of them for a frog splash... but Rent-A-Hero gets an elbow up, catching Seth in the jaw on the way down. Seth hits the mat and holds a hand to his jaw, clearly surprised by how much it hurt. Rent-A-Hero climbs to his feet and points to his corner, shouting, "A true hero can't do it alone! Time to call in some backup!" and then marching over to tag in Beanz. Beanz gets behind Seth and reaches down, grabbing him with his meaty hands and just launching the much smaller Dillinger into the corner. Seth's back connects with the turnbuckle and he arches up in pain, but Beanz immediately charges into the corner like a freight train, nearly decapitating Seth with a huge clothesline. Seth falls forward and down to his knees, and Beanz puts a boot into his jaw, putting Seth on his back. Beanz kneels for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Romano: It's a tag team match for a reason, Seth can't treat it as a two on one.
Taylor: He's just wary of the tactics Chris Card will use to win!

Chris Card starts yelling from the corner, beckoning Seth to tag him in. Seth pulls himself to his feet, glances at Card, and ignores him. Beanz turns to Seth and Dillinger meets him in the middle of the ring with a flurry of kicks and punches to try and get the big man off-balance. Beanz teeters back a bit and Seth runs to the ropes, bouncing off of them and launching himself into the air for a crossbody... but Beanz catches him! Beanz wraps his arms around Seth and begins to squeeze, catching him in a bearhug submission hold! Seth pushes up on Beanz's arms, but it's no use. Card is now yelling from the corner, demanding Seth to tag him in. Seth starts to go a little limp... the signs of life are draining from him. Card finally has had enough and steps into the ring, intending to break the submission, but the ref sees him and forces him back to the outside.

Romano: Looks like Card's not waiting for Seth to get on board with his plan.
Taylor: But the ref stopped him, and now Seth is being manhandled by a monstrous man!
Romano: That was really nice alliteration, Tommy.

The crowd begins to clap... clap... clap... clap... clap... hoping for Seth to power through. Seth finally slips both arms around Beanz's neck and leans backwards out of the bearhug, reversing the hold into a guillotine choke! Seth pulls harder and harder, until finally Beanz releases the hold and Seth falls to the mat with a thud. Beanz is on his knees trying to catch his breath as Seth looks up towards his corner. Left with no options and needing to catch his breath, Seth scrambles to his feet and leaps to the corner, tagging in Chris Card! Card hits the ring quickly and charges to the opposing corner, knocking Rent-A-Hero off the apron with a European Uppercut. Hero tumbles to ringside as Card turns to the kneeling Beanz and hits him on the back of the head with an axe kick! Beanz goes down to all fours as Card winds up and runs, kicking him in the side. Beanz doesn't quite go down, so Card kicks him again, and again... and then finishes his sequence with a running knee smash to the head of Beanz! Beanz finally hits the mat and Card looks back at Seth, motioning down towards Beanz with a grin on his face. Seth raises and eyebrow and shrugs while nodding.

Taylor: Romano is showing his partner what he can do!
Romano: And he did it without any dirty moves.

Card drops down to the mat and rolls Beanz onto his side, slipping around him to try to lock in the C3B! He gets one leg around the torso... struggles a bit to get the other leg underneath Beanz... but finally does! Card hooks his arm around Beanz's left arm and quickly moves one of his legs around behind Beanz's neck, and the hold is locked in. It doesn't take long before Beanz is yelling out and taps pretty quickly.

Jessie Love: Here are your winners advancing to the semifinals... Chris Card and Seth Dillinger!

"DC Sound Attack!" by Clutch hits as Card releases the hold. He proudly gets up and walks across the ring, flashing Seth Dillinger a wink before he slides out of the ring and heads back up the ramp towards the back.

Taylor: Well our first semifinal match is set!
Romano: Later tonight, we'll see these two take on Soul Hunter and Greg Adkins.
Taylor: Maybe Seth will trust Card now after seeing what happened here?
Romano: If Dillinger's a smart guy, he'll learn to trust him ASAP.

Round One: Killa Kai & Ember Ferrari vs. Jordan Cassidy & James Delaware

The bell rings and Jordan Cassidy and Ember Ferrari circle around the ring. The two engage in the standard elbow-to-collar lock up. Jordan moves first with an arm wrench and Ember searches with her arm, trying to find her way out. She quickly decides to roll forward and grab Jordan's arm, grabbing that on her own. Jordan moves around and finds himself, with a longer wingspan than Ember, to connect to her with a punch. This drops Ember's grasp on him. Ember staggers back. Jordan Cassidy takes advantage of the opportunity by running back to the ropes. He uses the momentum to shoot forward and hits Ember with a spear, which actually does hit! But Ember jumps up high and connects Jordan's head to the nether regions, below Ember's skirt. Jordan Cassidy jerks his head back as quickly as he could, which his face turning green. He doesn't even bother to go for the pin. Instead, he retreats back to his corner and tags in James Delaware.

Taylor: And Jordan Cassidy earned a point, but it looks like Ember used Jordan's skill to her advantage!
Romano: I agree, but it's a poor way to conduct yourself. Even if it's effective against Jordan Cassidy, she just took damage and if she wants to walk out of the arena tonight with her End of Days tournament slot, she'll need to win three more matches after this match.

James Delaware looks back to Jordan Cassidy, who is nearly ready to vomit. He mouths, "What the heck do you want me to do?" Jordan just waves his hand forward, not even bothering to respond to his tag team partner. Delaware turns to Ember who is slowly getting to her feet, but offering a smile to her opponent. Delaware shrugs, but knows that he has a duty to perform, even if he has a record of zero wins and uncountable losses while in the Ascension Wrestling Federation. He refuses to let Ember Ferrari fully get to her feet. He starts throwing fist after fist to the masculine female and Ember takes it. ...She takes it hard. But then she does something completely unexpected. She humps back against James Delaware and crosses her eyes like a possessed fuck doll. Delaware realized he came into a trap. That's right. He came. But not sexually. ...Still came, though.

Taylor: Why does she do this!? I could barely get through the XHF Rumble when she did this last!
Romano: I'm just hoping Terry Bradshaw isn't watching this. I'm worried he'd sign her.

Backstage, Terry Bradshaw looks at Ember Ferrari's performance, and... Well...

Yes, even Terry wouldn't stoop that low. (...Or would he? Maybe he just looked at Copycat's fat ass, and wasn't interested). Ember lets her legs go. She turns into the bottom of a doggy style position and humps back against James Delaware. She begins to scream in an orgasmic explosion, "I'M IMAGINING YOU'RE JACK DIAMOND!" Delaware immediately moves away from Ember Ferrari. Delaware looks back at his corner. He runs to it. He tags Jordan Cassid- ...Wait, where is Jordan Cassidy?!

Romano: He's LEAVING the match! I mean, have some honor! Ember is disgusting, but keep fighting or you show everyone you can't keep fighting when the going gets tough!
Taylor: Can't the referee just count out Jordan Cassidy?
Romano: Not when he's not the legal man. Gabe Valentine has a responsibility to the two in the match right now!

And Ember Ferrari, having emotionally broken down James Delaware, tags in Killa Kai. James Delaware is still searching around, trying to find where his tag team partner has gone off to. Killa Kai jumps over the top rope and runs to the lone opponent. James Delaware turns around as he hears the footsteps approaching and BOOM! Killa Kai takes down James Delaware with the front-flip DDT that he calls Murder-Spree DDT! James Delaware hits hard! Killa Kai goes for the pin count:

...One!

...Two!

...THREE!

Jessie Love: Here are your winners of the match and moving on to the next round - Ember Ferrari and Killa Kai!

Romano: These two won with such an... eclectic flair to it. It seems they may have found their strategy and with how... effective it appears, it just might work!
Taylor: Well in just a few moments, you'll find out who they will be facing in the next round. Will it be Feargal Nukebuster and Roy Harlowe or will it be...
Romano: Tommy?
Taylor: Us.
Romano: ...What?
Taylor: We have to face Feargal Nukebuster and Roy Harlowe.
Romano: ...They can't make us do that! We're not wrestlers! We're-

That's when Terry Bradshaw stands at the stop of the ramp with a smirk on his face.

Romano: ...God. ...Damn it.

Out of nowhere, Terry Bradshaw grabs Tommy Taylor and Bobby Barratt grabs Cassius Romano. They push them into the ring before putting on the headsets they both wore.

Bradshaw: Well ain't this a howdy doo. Branson and Bradshaw, back at it again! How're you doing, son?
Bobby: Don't call me that, and that's not my name. I'm just here to check out the competition.

The Drums blast over the PA system like a series of machine gun fire, the light strobing and flashing white and red, through the darkness and decay of light comes Roy “The Sorrow” Harlowe, his face shrouded in a bloody hockey mask. Roy makes swift motions as he comes traipsing through the back curtain with a devious manner about his body language. He slowly circles his way around the stage before he slowly slithers his steps down the ramp towards the ring. As he passes by audience members, telling them how he feeds off their sorrows and how it gives him strength. Roy dismisses the peons as he makes it to ringside.

Jessie Love: “And their opponent... Approaching the ring from The Winding Road, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds!! Roy “The Sorrow” Harlowe!!!”

Roy launches onto the apron with a single bound, kneeling as he serpentines over the bottom rope and rolls onto his back. Sitting up and then kicking up in a very fluid motion. Roy circles his hands over his face, removing his bloodied hockey mask and then revealing a menacing twisted grin on his face with a set of wild eyes glaring fiercely into the lens.

Chariots of Fire bursts out into the arena through the PA as the crowd go wild for the sensational under-doggy known as Feargal! We cut to backstage where we see Feargal's mother walk to the door of his room down in her basement, a "GAMERZ ZONE" sign dangling to one side, on a nail half connected to the chipped door. She knocks on it, a red laundry basket in her right hand. The door SWINGS open and smashes her against the wall. Out-steps Feargal, in his brown suit and tie combo, glasses tilted to one side on his solemn face. His fingers, covered in orange Cheetos, his suit, covered in spilt lemonade and energy drink. He walks up the stairs out of his mother's basement, as we cut back to the arena and the screaming fans. Then, from the stage, comes Feargal. He slowly makes his way onto the ramp, very shy and confined, waving timidly at the audience of fans, a little smile creeps across his face, like his favorite meme, Pepe or whatever it's called. Within his hand is a bottle of Monster energy drink, and without any hesitation at all, he guzzles it into his mouth and drops the can. He heads straight to the ring and walks up it using the ring-steps, standing on the outside of the ropes. The lights shut off and only a spotlight remains on Feargal, he SPITS the Monster energy right into the air as the fans explode with excitement.

Jessie Love: And his tag team partner - from ...Momma Gail's basement, weighing in at 312 pounds - Feargal Nukebuster!

Bradshaw: Now these are my kind of men. Got some flair, pizzazz and look good topless.
Bobby: So are you a complete homosexual or something?
Bradshaw: Watch your fucking mouth. I have enough money to make girls like Amber look like Ember.
Bobby: ...

Round One: Feargal Nukebuster & Roy Harlowe vs. Cassius Romano & Tommy Taylor

Tommy Taylor is in the ring opposite Roy Harlowe. Tommy Taylor is wearing a high school-style singlet with his tag team partner, "Bruiser" Cassius Romano in a men's workout black jump suit. The bell rings and the two lock up in a standard collar to elbow formation. Roy easily gets the advantage and decides to sacrifice technical wrestling for power as he begins to use leverage over his commentator opponent. Tommy freaks out and moves his leg to the side so he can hook it against the bottom rope. Junior Referee Steve Tyrell enforces the rules and instructs Roy to step backwards a few paces. Roy patiently complies, having little to worry about in this match. Meanwhile, Cassius Romano is yelling at Tommy, berating him. Roy looks back to Feargal, who mouths something back. However, it's hard to make out what Nukebuster is trying to say, especially with his thignature lithp. The two step-in commentators, AWF Prestige Champion Bobby Barratt and AWF Chief Financial Officer Terry Bradshaw, weigh in.

Bradshaw: So Bentley, how are you feeling about this match?
Bobby: It's Bobby and it's obvious the commentators are going to lose. I don't think either of them know their wrist-locks from their arm bars. Don't think me answering your question means we're friends or anything. I know you've been conspiring against the Icons.
Bradshaw:: Are you really going to let betrayal get between our friendship?
Bobby: ...

Roy Harlowe looks right to "Technical" Tommy Taylor and moves his hands up, gesturing "Come on" to him. Then, Tommy does something completely ridiculous. He points past him and says, "LOOK OVER THERE!" Roy lowers his eyebrows, exhale and mouths, "Really?" But he humors the lad and turns around. That's when Tommy Taylor darts all the way across the ring and tags in "Bruiser" Cassius Romano, a big name wrestler from the 70s/80s but has since hung up his wrestling boots, now a commentator and a wrestling trainer for the select few, such as Jimmie and Jason Justice of BRO. Unlike Tommy, Cassius is not a coward. He runs forward and immediately starts throwing punches to Roy, but it doesn't damage him as much as it just pushes him back. After pushing Roy to the ropes, Cassius goes for the Irish whip. Roy goes for it. He bounces back. On the rebound, Cassius goes for a clothesline. Roy ducks it and jumps to the ropes. As Cassius turns around, Roy slams him with the springboard swinging DDT. Cassius hits the canvas hard looks to his tag team partner. A smile crawls across his face.

Bradshaw: Now the big guy is in! Let's see if he can rustle his jimmies!
Bobby: So what? Just another muscle-bound juicer. It's like you guys don't even do steroid tests.
Bradshaw: What the fuck is a steroid test?

Cassius Romano quickly gets to his feet, but just in time to find Roy Harlowe tagging in Feargal Nukebuster! With a keyboard warrior roar, he jumps into the ring and runs to the ring where he takes down the Bruiser. Cassius groans and claps his back. Feargal grabs Cassius and brings him to his feet. He brings him up and slams him down with a pumphandle slam. Cassius is essentially broken but Feargal brings him up one more time. With a SJW-filled roar, he brings the commentator down for the F-5 that he calls the Alt-F5! Cassius goes down hard. Feargal looks down, but chooses not to go for the pin. Instead, he grabs the limp hand of the fallen Cassius Romano and brings it up to Tommy. Feargal is yelling at Tommy to tap it to become the legal man, but Tommy timidly shakes his head and decides against it. This time, Feargal doesn't ask. He yells. Commands. Tommy reluctantly slaps Romano's hand, making him the legal man. Feargal reaches over the ropes to grab, Tommy, but he jumps off and runs away.

Bradshaw: Fucking cowards won't fight their own battles.
Bobby: Didn't you have Danny Ray and Copycat fight your battles?
Bradshaw: Don't you talk like that about Copycat. He'll fucking beat your punk ass.

Tommy doesn't get far. Roy Harlowe stands before him before he can even get to the ramp. Roy stands before him. He wags his favor and Tommy only has one option left. He forfeits. He puts his hands into a timeout-like stance and says he gives up. Feargal looks to Steve Tyrell, the referee, and says, "Thorry, but he doethn't forfeit. Thee?!" And he grabs Tommy's hand, using that hand to strike himself. Feargal then knocks Tommy down. The referee says that he did hear Tommy Taylor forfeiting, but Feargal lifts his fist and yells to Tommy, "THAY TO THE REF YOU DON'T THURRENDER!" Tommy, in fear, repeats that. That's when Feargal single handedly throws the man into the ring. Feargal gets in himself and tags Roy back into the match. As Roy gets into the ring, he finds something he didn't expect. Him tagging Cassius Romano into the ring! He jumps on the top rope and springboards himself into the ring, but Roy catches him mid-air with a kick to the gut. Cassius is doubled over. Roy Harlowe quickly gets into position - he hits Cassius with the double-armed Candian Destroyer! Dark Void Driver! Cassius Romano is out and Roy goes for the pin count:

...One!

...Two!

...THREE!

Jessie Love: Here are your winners and moving on in the Wildfire Tournament: Feargal Nukebuster and Roy Harlowe!

Bradshaw: And after a hard-fought victory, Roy and Feargal won!
Bobby: Did you even see that match?
Bradshaw: Have you even seen my fucking ball sack?
Bobby: Let's go back to never seeing each other ever.
Bradshaw: Keep an eye out. I'm going to send you an invite to Copycat's circumcision party.

“Pervert” by the Descendents begins playing as “Guttertrash” Greg Adkins walks out from the back with a busty woman under each arm. They’re dressed in almost not there swimsuits.

Jessie Love: The following match is Round Two of the Wildfire Tournament. Making his way to the ring - "Guttertrash" Greg Adkins!

Romano: Did Greg clear having a couple of valets come down to the ring with him?
Taylor: Does it matter? Here they are!

The crowd cheers the women on as Greg passionately kisses one while reaching back to grope the other. The girls head to the back while Greg gives them goodbye smacks on the butt.

Taylor: Isn’t one of those girls Samantha from Accounting?
Romano: She’s such a whore…

Greg Adkins makes his way down to the ring, dancing, and making eyes at the men and women as he goes.

Romano: Does he swing both ways?
Taylor: I hear that he swings for anything that moves.

Greg Adkins rolls into the ring and continues to dance, doing some pelvic thrusts to drive the crowd nuts (they either love him or hate him with no middle ground).

The opening riff of "Dance Away" starts to play upon the PA, and soon enough Soul Hunter makes his way out onto the stage and starts warming up on the stage before throwing his arms up into the air as the drum beat kicks in. Walking down the ramp, he jubilantly exchanges high fives with the fans as he proceeds to the ring. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Soul walks over to the steel steps, hastily making his way up before slingshotting himself into the ring, raising his arms up into the air once more as he reaches the center of the ring. Lowering them back to his sides, he shuffles over to his respectful corner, continuing to warm up for the match.

Jessie Love: And his tag team partner - from the now-defunct Suzuki Blitz Wrestling - Soul Hunter!

Taylor: Wait. Did we just repeat ourselves? Did we just repeat what we said about the accounting chick and how she's a whore?
Romano: Don't be silly, Tommy. You're just having deja vu.

"Aw, fuck your headphones!"

"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena as Seth Dillinger marches out onto the stage. He pauses at the top of the ramp, taking in a deep breath and smiling as he begins his jog down to the ring. He doesn't seem too interested in shaking anyone's hand as he rolls straight into the ring and goes to his corner, leaning back against the ropes and awaiting the start of the match.

Jessie Love: And his opponent... From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - Seth Dillinger!

The wild drum fill, followed by the savage harmocina line and guitar riff of DC Sound Attack! plays as purple and white lights swirl and pulse with the beat. Chris Card walks out from the entrance gate and looks out into the crowd.

THE OPTICS OF IT ARE NOT IMPORTANT
THE PUBLIC DON'T GIVE A DAMN!
I FEEL IN NEED OF CONSULTATION, NOW
EVERYBODY NEEDS
A SINISTER HAND

Card takes a slow walk down to the ring and steps through the ropes as the lights change from beams to spinning spotlights to mark his presence in the ring. Card poses in the center of the ring, crossing his thumbs over where his heart would sit. The lights go up and Card moves over to his own corner and relaxes, the referee checking him over and finding nothing wrong.

Jessie Love: And his tag team partner, from Toronto, Canada - Chris Card!

Taylor: Both of these teams have absolutely earned their place here in round two, what is effectively considered the semi-finals of the Wildfire Tournament. Romano: Absolutely. Greg Adkins got his first victory early today in his... well... quintessential style. And Chris Card? He showed all of us that he's just more than backstage attacks and big talk.

Round Two: Soul Hunter & Greg Adkins vs. Chris Card & Seth Dillinger

Dillinger and Adkins step out of their corners as the referee calls for the bell. Adkins throws a wild haymaker, briefly staggering Seth. The Party Prince fires back with a kick into Adkins’ ribs. Adkins closes the distance and reaches out, looking to grab straight for Seth’s crotch but Dillinger steps back, kicking Adkins’ hand away. Seth quickly fires off a devastating combo of rib kicks, using alternate legs to blast Greg four times with his instep. Greg, sensing that discretion is the better part of valour, backs off into his corner and tags in Soul Hunter and Seth tags Card in at the same time.

Taylor: Do you think either of these teams are on the same page following their first round wins, Cassius?
Romano: I fell some understanding might be growing. As much as two clean cut athletes can ever understand the tactical advantage that being a serial cheater of the highest order or quite how disgusting Greg Adkins is.

Soul Hunter and Chris Card circle each other. Hunter moves in first, taking a side headlock but Card grabs an arm and reverses into a Hammerlock. Hunter, knowing that Card sets up so many of his bigger moves from this position, spins and pushes Card off, looking for an elbow smash but Card gets his arms up to block. Hunter tries to create some separation but Card lashes a Roundhouse kick into his thigh then without putting his leg down, adds a second to the ribs and a third to the side of his head. With Soul Hunter staggered, Card ducks under and drops Hunter with a vicious Shotei to the chin and tags out again.

Taylor: I think Chris Card and Seth Dillinger are trying to outperform each other.
Romano: Great competition can bring greater results.

Coming into the ring to attack Soul Hunter, and possibly to prove a point, Seth steps in and, waiting for Soul Hunter to stand, hit a stupidly fast combination of left kick to the calf, right kick to the shoulder, left kick to the shoulder and then drops for a big spinning leg sweep that takes Hunter down. Seth flashes a knowing look at Chris Card before hitting a stunningly beautiful standing shooting star press on the fallen Hunter. Seth covers…

ONE!

TWO!

Romano: It’s too early to go for a pin fall. Soul Hunter is no scrub like that human cholesterol monster Beanz.

...and Hunter kicks out. Soul Hunter butt scoots towards his corner and Seth tags Card in with a smile as Greg Adkins enters the ring from the opposite side. Card eyes up Adkins and stops his advance with a nasty spinning back kick, following up with a left footed roundhouse to the ribs, a right footed one to the other side of the ribcage, a lazily thrown crescent kick, which Adkins ducks but Card has generated enough momentum to hit a spinning uraken to Adkins’ jaw. Card spins one more time into a drop toe hold, keeps the leg hooked in his own and floats up to an STF! Soul Hunter rushes out of the corner to break that hold up quickly.

Taylor: So who do you think won, Cassius?
Romano: Won the match? No one yet.
Taylor: No I mean the little private “Can You Top That?” competition.
Romano: Oh. I’ mmore impressed by technique than show off high flying, so I say Card.
Taylor: But that Shooting Star Press was a thing of true beauty
Romano: You would think that, Tommy.

Card makes a move towards his own corner but so does Greg and the fleet footed Soul Hunter has plenty of time to retreat, tag and rush out to cut off Card’s path. Soul Hunter grabs Card’s arm and send him flying into a neutral corner with an Irish Whip. Hunter backs up to the opposite corner and gets up a head of steam, cartwheeling into a handspring and finishing up on the other side of the ring with an enzuigiri to Card. As Technical Perfection slumps in the corner, Soul Hunter hops over him, bouncing off the second turnbuckle and driving both knees into Card’s sternum. Hunter covers…

Taylor: KARMIC RETRIBUTION INTO A MODIFIED SOUL BREAKER!

ONE!

TWO!

Romano: Not enough to put away Chris Card though.

...but Card reaches a leg out and puts his heel on the bottom rope. Soul Hunter tags back out to Greg Adkins. Adkins walks over to Card and stomps away at Card’s chest before reaching down and hoisting him up to a vertical base by the crotch. Adkins throws some huge body hooks into Card’s abdomen before lifting him up for a crotch grab body slam, holding Card up with surprising technique before sending him crashing down into the mat. Adkins goes for his teabag cover…

ONE!

TWO!

And Card powers the smaller man off. Guttertrash Greg hauls Card up and slings him towards his own corner, tagging Soul Hunter in again. Soul Hunter rushes Card and takes him down with a Sling Blade and then rushes the ropes, springboarding off into a graceful moonsault. Soul Hunter covers…

ONE!

TWO!

...and Card kicks out. Soul Hunter lifts Card up and drops him quickly, turning into a Hangman’s Neckbreaker. Satisfied that the wind has been knoecked out of Card, Hunter lifts the Canadian again, grabs him in a back suplex position, lifts, spins and DRIVES CARD DOWN ONTO THE MAT WITH A BLUE THUNDER BOMB.

Taylor: RUMBLING THUNDER! RUMBLING THUNDER!

Soul Hunter holds the final position for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR… and Card kicks out again. Soul Hunter winces at the decision and stands, walking off into his corner and tagging Adkins in again. As Adkins enters the ring, Soul Hunter checks his hand, smells it and then pulls a face of utter disgust.

Taylor: Is Adkins the most disgusting person we’ve ever seen in the AWF, Cassius?
Romano: In my professional opinion, yes Taylor, he is.

Adkins attacks again, bull rushing Card with his brutal brawling style. Adkins goes for the CROTCH CLAW OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOM… but Card steps over Adkins’ arm and turns it into a snap arm breaker. Card shouts a loud, “SETH!” to his own corner and as Seth steps out, the referee goes to ask him to leave the ring again. Card, sensing the confusion KNEES ADKINS SQUARE IN THE FAMILY JEWELS. Adkins slumps to the mat as Card slowly inches his way to his corner. Seth and Card have a minor argument before Seth is tagged in while Adkins takes plenty of time to recover and manages to make the tag AT THE SAME TIME!

Romano: Adkins needs to learn. You present your crotch that often to Chris Card he will eventually knee you in it.
Taylor: Is this match turning into a game of how low can you go?
Romano: How Low Blow Can You Go?

Seth comes in like a house of fire. As Soul Hunter runs in, Seth hits a running springboard back elbow to his jaw. Adkins hasn’t left the ring and despite the stunned expression from the low blow, he finds time to bumble into a spinning heel kick. Another spinning heel kick find its mark on Soul Hunter. Both opponents stand slowly, side by side and SETH HITS A JUMPING HURACANRANA ON BOTH MEN AT THE SAME TIME! Seth bundles Soul Hunter under the bottom rope and covers Adkins…

ONE!

TWO!

THR- NO! Adkins kicks out.

Taylor: If anyone is Fired Up tonight, Seth Dillinger is a Wild Fire.
Romano: Staying on brand, Taylor. I’m sure Danica appreciates that.

Seth looks over to Card, who has recuperated somewhat in his own corner. Seth looks down at Adkins as Card calls out for a tag. Seth looks over at Card and backs Greg Adkins up so that Card can reach out and tap his back. Card whispers something to Seth Dillinger and The Master Of Parties smiles to himself. Seth takes Adkins’ arm and steps underneath it, grabbing The Dirtiest of Hobos around the waist and stepping his leg across behind Adkins’. Card walks over and steps his leg behind the other of Adkins’ and grabs for Guttertrash’s throat. Seth kicks his leg out and then in perfect harmony CARD FALLS AND SETH FLIPS FORWARD, DRIVING ADKINS INTO THE MAT.

Taylor: HOSTILE TAKEOVER! H… T… O!
Romano: See, listening to Chris Card is usually a good thing.

Card covers while Seth scurries to play defense from Soul Hunter.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Jessie Love: Here are your winners and moving to the next round - Seth Dillinger and Chris Card!

'DMX - X Gon' Give It To Ya' bursts into the PA as the crowd boo loudly, they know that they're in for some brutal, hardcore, high-flying warfare. The lights dim red with flashes of white, the camera panning up the ramp as Killa Kai pushes open the curtains, his middle fingers sticking straight up towards the crowd. Then, the most hated man in wrestling slashes his neck with his thumb and sits on the entrance ramp, putting his hand to his ear and listening to the defining boos, milking it almost. He waits a long while as cups are thrown at him, people spit, and he just sits there, taking it all in, smirking.

Jessie Love: Ladies and gentlemen - the following match is scheduled for one fall and is a round one match for the Wildfire Tournament. Introducing first, from Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling, Killa Kai!

Kai slowly rises to his feet and begins to swagger his way down the ramp, shoving his middle finger up in the faces of those trying to get in his. He tells a few to suck his cock before rolling into the ring etc.

As soon as the sultry guitars of "I Touch Myself" by Divinyls play, Ember walks into view. She licks her lips as she takes a step into view. As she steps forward, she runs her hands through her hair as she gyrates her hips. She tries to move toward the audience to slap their hands, but they try to avoid her. She looks to the other side of the entranceway and spots a young bachelor. She gives him a wink, and his face goes green. Regardless, she persisted.

Jessie Love: And his tag team partner... From Sakura Shoujo Stampede, Ember Ferrari!

She climbs the stairs to the ring and walks down to the center of the ring outside of the ropes. She performs a full split and sticks her head in below the bottom rope. As she does this, her thong and hairy buttcheeks are visible to all. She moves in past the apron and gets up. She throws her arms up in the air as she's ready for the match to begin.

Taylor: I have to say, this is an odd couple. But if you saw them at the last round, you'd see that they can actually work well together.
Romano: One of them provides the gross and the only provides the muscle, but take a look at Roy and Feargal. They don't appear to be easily creeped out.

The Drums blast over the PA system like a series of machine gun fire, the light strobing and flashing white and red, through the darkness and decay of light comes Roy “The Sorrow” Harlowe, his face shrouded in a bloody hockey mask. Roy makes swift motions as he comes traipsing through the back curtain with a devious manner about his body language. He slowly circles his way around the stage before he slowly slithers his steps down the ramp towards the ring. As he passes by audience members, telling them how he feeds off their sorrows and how it gives him strength. Roy dismisses the peons as he makes it to ringside.

Jessie Love: “And their opponent... Approaching the ring from The Winding Road, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds!! Roy “The Sorrow” Harlowe!!!”

Roy launches onto the apron with a single bound, kneeling as he serpentines over the bottom rope and rolls onto his back. Sitting up and then kicking up in a very fluid motion. Roy circles his hands over his face, removing his bloodied hockey mask and then revealing a menacing twisted grin on his face with a set of wild eyes glaring fiercely into the lens.

Chariots of Fire bursts out into the arena through the PA as the crowd go wild for the sensational under-doggy known as Feargal! We cut to backstage where we see Feargal's mother walk to the door of his room down in her basement, a "GAMERZ ZONE" sign dangling to one side, on a nail half connected to the chipped door. She knocks on it, a red laundry basket in her right hand. The door SWINGS open and smashes her against the wall. Out-steps Feargal, in his brown suit and tie combo, glasses tilted to one side on his solemn face. His fingers, covered in orange Cheetos, his suit, covered in spilt lemonade and energy drink. He walks up the stairs out of his mother's basement, as we cut back to the arena and the screaming fans. Then, from the stage, comes Feargal. He slowly makes his way onto the ramp, very shy and confined, waving timidly at the audience of fans, a little smile creeps across his face, like his favorite meme, Pepe or whatever it's called. Within his hand is a bottle of Monster energy drink, and without any hesitation at all, he guzzles it into his mouth and drops the can. He heads straight to the ring and walks up it using the ring-steps, standing on the outside of the ropes. The lights shut off and only a spotlight remains on Feargal, he SPITS the Monster energy right into the air as the fans explode with excitement.

Jessie Love: And his tag team partner - from ...Momma Gail's basement, weighing in at 312 pounds - Feargal Nukebuster!

Taylor: I have to say Feargal and Roy aren't the conventional couple either. Roy Harlowe is very morbid and dark, but Feargal is kind of comedic.
Romano: I wouldn't call him comedic to his face, Tommy. He's very sensitive and I wouldn't want to upset the guy.

Round Two: Killa Kai & Ember Ferrari vs. Feargal Nukebuster & Roy Harlowe

The bell rings and Feargal circles the ring with Killa Kai. As they circle the ring, Feargal goes for a punch, but Kai is quick on his feet and rolls under the punch. He finds himself behind the big man and sends a jab to the kidney. Feargal jerks his back straight and grasps himself in pain. This allows Killa Kai the ability to run toward the opposite ropes. He comes back to Feargal, who picks him up for a sidewalk slam! ...but Killa is able to lift his legs up enough to put Feargal's heads between his legs. BOOM! Killa Kai takes Feargal Nukebuster down with a flying headscissors! Killa Kai gets to his feet and lifts his arms up in the air. But the fans aren't cheering. They're booing. The fans, while impressed by the HardKore one, were not happy with his conduct and the fact that he is not from the AWF and thus, began to boo them. They actually prefer the stylings of Feargal Nukebuster, the big and loveable oath who doesn't understand that his Uncle Rogan is banging his Momma Gail like a hurricane going down at a screen door. Killa Kai turns toward the corner. He climbs atop the turnbuckle and poses. He's intending to put a lot of hurt to his opponent, Feargal Nukebuster! Meanwhile at ringside, Kim Kardashian is screaming, not wanting her decently hung boyfriend to be hurt.

Taylor: So how do you like Killa Kai's chances of winning, considering he's fighting himself.
Romano: Huh?
Taylor: I mean, screw those guys! They hurt us really badly!

Killa Kai jumps off with a moonsault... right into the hands of Feargal! During the whole song and dance that Kai made happen, Feargal climbs until he was on his knees. (A trait which presumably happens a lot in the family). Nukebuster climbs his way to his feet while still holding the AXW newbie. Killa Kai may not know Nukebuster all too well, but he knows a bad situation when he's in one - and this is a particularly bad situation when you consider that Killa Kai is in position for his F-5 that he calls Alt F-5! Killa Kai begins to flail his arms and legs. Feargal has a wide grin across his face, but the referee calls on Mr. Nukebuster to let him go. Feargal turns his head and finds that Killa Kai has managed to grab the top rope. Feargal nods and lets go. Once Killa is free, he sends a quick and honorless pot shot to the face of Mr. Nukebuster. He runs backward against the ropes and bounces back. He runs to Feargal Nukebuster going for the Shotgun Kick that Killa Kai calls Krash Kick, but Feargal beats him to the punch and picks him up, then taking him down with the flapjack! He slides over atop his opponent for the pin count. Junior Referee Steve Tyrell slides in for the pin count:

...One!

...Two!

...T-Kickout!

Feargal gets off the canvas, but with Killa Kai still in hand. He brings Killa Kai in hand and puts him on top of his shoulders! He's back in Alt F-5 position! On top of that, Killa Kai is in the center of the ring, and Killa Kai can't reach the ropes! He also can't wiggle his way out because Feargal has Killa Kai's body locked in thuper thnug! Right before he can unleash his move, he hears a voice calling his name.

Voice: HEY, FEARGAL!

Feargal looks where the voice is coming from, outside of the ring. There, he finds Ember Ferrari on top of a bruised and beaten Kim Kardashian. Kim already has a black eye.

Ember: Put that move onto Soul Crusher, and I'm about to beat Kim Kardashian until she looks as bad as the production values for her sex tape!

**CUT TO BACKSTAGE**

Kris Jenner: So I was like, OH NO SHE DI'IN'T! That's my baby girl! Who the HELL does that BITCH think she's is!?

Khloe Kardashian: Yeah! I'd go there myself, but I already have a lipo appointment soon!

Kourtney Kardashian: Khloe, you have to cancel that appointment! Our sister needs us!

Khloe Kardashian: Oh my god, I cannnnnnnnnnnn't-uh! I already cancelled on the doctor like twice already!

**CUT TO THE RING**

Feargal looks back to Roy Harowe, who is yelling at him to lay down the move, but Feargal reluctantly puts down Killa Kai. Feargal simply puts Killa Kai down and drags him to his side of the ring where he tags in his partner. Roy goes into the ring!

Romano: Tommy? What the hell is happening here?
Taylor: Well, Feargal just tagged in Harlowe.
Romano: No. I mean what the hell was that bull crap that I just saw earlier?
Taylor: Oh... That.
Romano: Yeah.
Taylor: Someone allowed Ember into the AWF.
Romano: ...

As Roy gets into the ring, he starts going to town on Killa Kai. Meanwhile, Feargal goes outside of the ring so that he can go to Ember, but Ember lets go as she doesn't want to meet the same fate as her partner in the ring. She returns to her corner. Feargal holds Kim Kardashian close to her, giving her some sweet and caring tongue action. Ember sees the hot exchange and subconsciously touches herself down there. One person in the front row actually throws up, and Jeffrey Viper approaches the site with a mop bucket. Back in the ring, Roy Harlowe has Killa Kai right where he wants him. He runs forward and hits his signature shining lariat, Shining Justice! ...except it's not Killa Kai! He dodges the actual lariat part of the attack and Roy hits... the referee! Steve Tyrell goes down! Roy looks down, sees this and his eyes go wide! Roy turns around, provoked by the peripherals of his eyes... and Ember Ferrari takes him down with the Rear View (as made famous by Naomi) that Ember Ferrari calls Rear Wheel Drive! Feargal rushes into the ring and is ready to charge Ember Ferrari, but gets taken down by...

Taylor: Is that... Kanye West!? What's he doing here!? And how could he attack Feargal with that chair?!
Romano: Isn't that who Kim Kardashian was married to?
Taylor: Was. I think he's blaming Feargal because of this.

Kanye looks down at Feargal with a microphone in hand. He looks down at Feargal, who looks completely out.

Kanye: 'Ey! I'm real happy for you, Feargal and I'mma let you finish but I'm the best dick Kim's had inside her twat of all time!

During the whole speech, Senior Referee Gabe Valentine runs into the ring and with only Ember Ferrari and Feargal Nukebuster in the ring, declares the match restarted with those two as the legal contestants. But Kanye's words have struck a nerve with Feargal Nukebuster. With the finish of his comment, Feargal's eyes have shot open. The referee tells Kanye to leave, but he refuses. Gabe Valentine is about to go to call security and that's when Feargal gets up. He tells Gabe not to call the match off no matter what Kanye doeth. He turns to Kanye, who throws another chair shots.

Feargal is getting angry.

But he's still on his feet. Kanye drops the chair and decides to make things person. He throws a fist. And another. And another.

And Feargal is even getting angrier. He's shaking his fists as he circles around the world.

Kanye sends one final punch, and that's when Feargal throws his fist into Kanye's face.

Crowd: YOU!

Kanye isn't the one to take no for an answer. He throws a punch, but Feargal blows it. And he throws a punch back. And another. And another. The third punch brought Kanye West flat on his ass! Feargal runs to the ropes and bounces off. He drops off to Kanye, hitting him with the leg drop! Kanye is knocked out and kicked out of the ring in shame.

Romano: That's it. I quit.
Taylor: Aren't you under contract?
Romano: Ugh... That's right.

Ember Ferrari just looks at Feargal with a raised eye. She's a bit intrigued, but there's a match still going on, and she's ready to win. She finds Feargal going after her. He kicks her in the stomach, in powerbomb position! But then out of nowhere, Killa Kai jumps in the ring! He runs after Feargal, but Roy Harlowe takes him down with a spinning heel kick! Feargal goes back to work. he lifts Ember Ferrari up for the Razor's Edge to sitting pin that he calls Atomic Bomb! He holds her in the pinning position, but Ember Ferrari ISN'T knocked out! Instead, she's staring at Feargal Nukebuster, blissfully lost in his eyes. Senior Referee Gabe Valentine goes for the pin count:

...One!

...Two!

...THREE!

Jessie Love: Here is your winner and moving on to the finals: Roy Harlowe and Feargal Nukebuster!

Taylor: What a weird match.
Romano: Even so, Feargal Nukebuster and Roy Harlowe have showed their skill and their tenacity.
Taylor: And the next match we have these two facing Chris Card and Seth Dillinger. How will these two fare?

"Aw, fuck your headphones!"

"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena as Seth Dillinger marches out onto the stage. He pauses at the top of the ramp, taking in a deep breath and smiling as he begins his jog down to the ring. He doesn't seem too interested in shaking anyone's hand as he rolls straight into the ring and goes to his corner, leaning back against the ropes and awaiting the start of the match.

Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the finals of the tag portion of the Wildfire Tournament. Coming in first to the ring... From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - Seth Dillinger!

The wild drum fill, followed by the savage harmocina line and guitar riff of DC Sound Attack! plays as purple and white lights swirl and pulse with the beat. Chris Card walks out from the entrance gate and looks out into the crowd.

THE OPTICS OF IT ARE NOT IMPORTANT
THE PUBLIC DON'T GIVE A DAMN!
I FEEL IN NEED OF CONSULTATION, NOW
EVERYBODY NEEDS
A SINISTER HAND

Card takes a slow walk down to the ring and steps through the ropes as the lights change from beams to spinning spotlights to mark his presence in the ring. Card poses in the center of the ring, crossing his thumbs over where his heart would sit. The lights go up and Card moves over to his own corner and relaxes, the referee checking him over and finding nothing wrong.

Jessie Love: And his tag team partner, from Toronto, Canada - Chris Card!

Taylor: We're at the finals! We're at the finals!
Romano: Chris Card and Seth Dillinger have fought hard to get here, but they should keep their eyes peeled because their opponents aren't tough.

The Drums blast over the PA system like a series of machine gun fire, the light strobing and flashing white and red, through the darkness and decay of light comes Roy “The Sorrow” Harlowe, his face shrouded in a bloody hockey mask. Roy makes swift motions as he comes traipsing through the back curtain with a devious manner about his body language. He slowly circles his way around the stage before he slowly slithers his steps down the ramp towards the ring. As he passes by audience members, telling them how he feeds off their sorrows and how it gives him strength. Roy dismisses the peons as he makes it to ringside.

Jessie Love: “And their opponent... Approaching the ring from The Winding Road, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds!! Roy “The Sorrow” Harlowe!!!”

Roy launches onto the apron with a single bound, kneeling as he serpentines over the bottom rope and rolls onto his back. Sitting up and then kicking up in a very fluid motion. Roy circles his hands over his face, removing his bloodied hockey mask and then revealing a menacing twisted grin on his face with a set of wild eyes glaring fiercely into the lens.

Chariots of Fire bursts out into the arena through the PA as the crowd go wild for the sensational under-doggy known as Feargal! We cut to backstage where we see Feargal's mother walk to the door of his room down in her basement, a "GAMERZ ZONE" sign dangling to one side, on a nail half connected to the chipped door. She knocks on it, a red laundry basket in her right hand. The door SWINGS open and smashes her against the wall. Out-steps Feargal, in his brown suit and tie combo, glasses tilted to one side on his solemn face. His fingers, covered in orange Cheetos, his suit, covered in spilt lemonade and energy drink. He walks up the stairs out of his mother's basement, as we cut back to the arena and the screaming fans. Then, from the stage, comes Feargal. He slowly makes his way onto the ramp, very shy and confined, waving timidly at the audience of fans, a little smile creeps across his face, like his favorite meme, Pepe or whatever it's called. Within his hand is a bottle of Monster energy drink, and without any hesitation at all, he guzzles it into his mouth and drops the can. He heads straight to the ring and walks up it using the ring-steps, standing on the outside of the ropes. The lights shut off and only a spotlight remains on Feargal, he SPITS the Monster energy right into the air as the fans explode with excitement.

Jessie Love: And his tag team partner - from ...Momma Gail's basement, weighing in at 312 pounds - Feargal Nukebuster!

Taylor: And here we have Feargal Nukebuster and Roy Harlowe. They're an eccentric team, I have to admit, but you have to just look at the size and brutality shown from Feargal earlier on. I'm just trying to forget about his little stunt with Ember and the Kardashians.
Romano: Well forget about them all you want, but don't forget about Roy Harlowe. Remember at Global Domination, he actually BEAT Bobby Barratt! Imagine if he went up against Bobby one more time!

Tag Finals: Chris Card vs. Seth Dillinger vs. Feargal Nukebuster & Roy Harlowe

Chris Card and Roy Harlowe hop in the ring to start things off as the bell rings. DING! DING! DING! The match is underway. The two men begin to circle each other for a few moments before Harlowe rushes in for a lock up. Both men grapple with each other for a moment, trying to gain the upper hand, pushing back and forth on each other. Finally, Chris Card manages to get the upper hand and slips around behind Harlowe, wrapping his arms around his waist and going for a German suplex. Harlowe plants his feet and throws his head backwards, smashing Card in the face and breaking the hold.

Taylor: Such brutality from Harlowe early on!
Romano: Say what you will about the guy, but he will go to any lengths to win.

As Card holds a hand to his face to check for blood, Harlowe runs to the opposite ropes and comes flying back across the ring. He leaps in the air and grabs Card by the head, planting him on the mat with a running tornado DDT. Card lands flat on his back as Harlowe takes time to stomp away at Chris Card’s face a couple times for good measure, really working on the same spot he hit earlier with the headbutt. Harlowe walks away and runs a hand through his hair as Card lays on the mat, clutching at his face again. After a few moments of soaking in his success, Harlowe turns back and runs the ropes. As he comes up on Chris Card he goes for a knee drop onto his face, but Card rolls out of the way and leaves Harlowe’s knee to abruptly eat some canvas. Card quickly leaps to the corner and tags Seth Dillinger into the match.

Romano: See, after a couple of matches together, Card and Dillinger are a little more trusting.

Seth Dillinger hits the ring fired up and immediately charges at Harlowe. Roy stands up and turns at the last second, just in time to eat a flying lariat from Dillinger. Harlowe hits the mat on his back and immediately jumps back up, but Seth is already charging back at him for another lariat! Seth connects again and Harlowe bounces off the mat a second time. When Harlowe makes it back to his feet, Seth is diving for another lariat, but Roy anticipates it this time and ducks out of the way! Seth lands on the ropes, stumbling back a bit and Roy rolls him up with a schoolboy pin, putting his feet on the ropes for good measure!

ONE!

TWO!

BROKEN UP!

Chris Card, noticing the feet on the ropes in the illegal pin, runs along the apron and kicks the shit out of the feet of Roy Harlowe, causing him to break the pin. Harlowe turns and glares at Card, who shrugs and smirks at him. Harlowe starts charging over towards Card to get in his face and Card is jawing off right back at him, but the referee gets in between them to break it up. Harlowe is so distracted by Card’s interference that he doesn’t notice Seth getting up behind him and surprising him with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head. Harlowe stumbles face-first into Chris Card, who is sure to get a knee to the head for good measure. Card moves back to his corner and starts motioning for Seth, telling him that he wants a piece of Harlowe.

Taylor: Seems like Harlowe may have gotten under Chris Card’s skin here!
Romano: Roy should be careful what he wishes for…

Seth shrugs and walks over, tagging Chris Card back into the match. Card drags Roy Harlowe back up to his feet and puts him in a front headlock, then hoists him high into the air for a vertical suplex. Card sends Harlowe crashing back down to the mat and immediately covers him.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Over on the apron, Feargal is wriggling around, antsy. He adjusts his glasses and his eyes dart around the ring, following the action. Card backs up and gives Harlowe a wide berth to get back up to his feet. Roy does exactly that and Card runs at him trying to put a knee into his gut. Roy drops down and toe drags Card into the ropes at the last second! Card’s nose hits the middle rope and he bounces back, holding his aggravated facial region yet again. Harlowe smirks as he stalks over top of Card. He looks down only for a moment before crashing down with a leg drop, landing with the meatiest part of his thigh on top of Chris Card. Harlowe jumps on top for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH—KICKOUT!

Taylor: Card got his shoulder up at the last second!
Romano: This is honestly pretty impressive from Harlowe, taking two on one like this.
Taylor: This is a TAG team match, though, and he will start to run out of gas eventually.

Harlowe gets back up to a knee and grabs Chris Card by the head. He drags Card up to his feet and starts walking to the corner, attempting to drive his face into the corner post. Card gets both hands on the corner and stops the momentum. Harlowe takes a few steps back and tries to drive him into the corner post again, but Card locks his elbows and stops it yet again. Harlowe goes for it again, but this time, Card throws an elbow back and manages to catch Harlowe in the jaw. Sensing his opportunity to strike, Card turns around and smashes Harlowe in the mouth a couple more times with the elbow. Card takes a few steps forward, grabs Harlowe by the shoulders, then drives him into the corner behind him. Card drives fist after fist into Harlowe… the referee counts it out, but Card stops just short of disqualification.

Romano: This is what you get from someone like Card. He knows the rules, which means he knows exactly how to get away with cheating them.

Harlowe slumps against the corner post, catching his breath. Card doesn’t give him much time as he charges into the corner, attempting to clothesline Roy Harlowe against the corner post. Harlowe manages to kick his feet up at the last second, connecting the sole of his boot with Chris Card’s already injured face. Sensing his opportunity, Harlowe quickly scrambles up to the top rope and goes for a flight with a crossbody… but Card gets off his patented superkick, the Calling Card! Both men collapse to the ground in a heap as both Seth Dillinger and Feargal start to call for the tag. For a moment, nobody moves. Then finally, in unison, both Card and Harlowe crawl towards their corners. It’s a race for who will get there first, but it’s actually pretty close in the end, and both Card and Harlowe make the tags! Dillinger and Feargal hop into the ring and run towards each other.

Taylor: Feargal’s in the match! Feargal’s in the match!
Romano: Let’s see how quickly he goes nuclear…

Both men meet in the middle of the ring and start exchanging flurries of blows, but it isn’t long before Seth Dillinger gets the upper hand. Seth takes Feargal down to the mat with a spinning heel kick, and Feargal’s glasses go bouncing. Seth Dillinger continues his assault on his opponent, running to the ropes and springboarding off for a stomp! Feargal goes down to his belly on the mat. Seth smirks as he pulls Feargal back up to his feet and whips him to the corner. Feargal hits the corner back first and Seth immediately follows up with a missile dropkick to the chest of Feargal. Feargal hits all fours and starts to shake in uncontrollable anger.

Taylor: Uh-oh! Feargal’s hulking up!
Romano: Seth better put this to bed quickly!

Seth looks behind him and notices Feargal’s current state. Thinking quickly, Seth rushes over and scoops up Feargal’s glasses and runs over to him, handing them to him palm-out. Feargal suddenly snaps out of his rage and looks at the glasses, taking them in both hands and putting them on. Seth puts an arm around Feargal and stands in the center of the ring, patting him on the back and motioning out to the crowd, who all cheer for the two of them standing together in the ring. Feargal throws his hands up as Seth steps away, letting Feargal soak up the spotlight. His rage subsides completely as he just absorbs the magic of soaking up the crowd in the ring.

Taylor: Look how happy Feargal is!
Romano: Seth Dillinger is playing smart.

Behind Feargal, Seth Dillinger moves to the outside on the apron. He uses the top rope to catapult himself, springboarding off the top and somersaulting over Feargal. Seth catches Feargal by the head and brings him down onto Seth’s shoulder for the South Philly Stunner! Feargal flops onto his back, completely caught off-guard by the move. Seth drops on top for the cover.

ONE!

Harlowe gets into the ring.

TWO!

Card meets him mid-ring with a double leg takedown!

THREE!

The crowd goes nuts as Seth throws his hands up in the air and he and Card stand victorious in the middle of the ring.

Jessie Love: Here are your winners... Chris Card and Seth Dillinger!

Taylor: They’ve done it! They’ve done it! Chris Card and Seth Dillinger have won the Wildfire Tournament!
Romano: Strange bedfellows, indeed. Now that they’ve won, though, the only obstacle standing in their way is each other.

Chris Card gets and looks over to Seth Dillinger, who is outside of the ring. Seth looks back up to Chris Card. The two have fought with each other, relying on each other for the past couple of matches. Now they know that they have to face one another. But first, they head to the back where they get a moment of rest and hydration with a conveniently placed segment and commercial break.

~We take a quick break from the matches in the ring to find a camera crew up in the stands. There we find AWF tag team extraordinaire, the Nihilists.~

”It really is exciting after all. A good relaxation time before the start of the Tag Team Annihilator. Watching these people attempt to be good tag team partners all to turn on each other and try and take a title from Bobby Barratt. As if they have a chance when they have to have all these matches beforehand, then fight each other, then fight a fresh Bobby … and assuming his buddies don’t interfere."

”Yes Esmur it is entertaining but pointless. After all the true reward lies in the tag team tournament happening starting 7 days from now. And where 14 days from now we will earn our first victory.”

~Just then Charles Akiyama approaches them with a microphone.~

Charles: Hello Gebin, Esmur. You two have been on quite a roll since debuting here in AWF, not having lost a match yet. So the company and fans were wondering … why wouldn’t you enter yourselves in this Wildfire tournament?

”Charles, is that really an honest question?”

”Really it isn’t that hard to see Charles. We are a formed tag team. We are partners already. Why would we enter ourselves to be separated and then have to fight each other and then win a singles title which frankly holds no desire for us? We are after the tag team gold. That is all that matters to us. To become a unified front and represent the entire XHF Network. This tournament is not going to help us in any way get done what we need to do. After all we have another great opportunity set up in just two weeks time.”

”Yes, Charles, this is just a bit of trivial frivolity. There is no glory for those involved. There is nothing to come from this. When the emptiness comes forth in their souls from finding out just how pathetic this effort was for them they will know what true darkness is. However we will admit to finding great entertainment in watching the ants scurry about here to try and prove they can both work together, and beat each other. Though I would advise you all to tune in to End of Days Prelude: Rapture to see what true teamwork and success looks like. By the end of this all you will all understand the power of those who have no attachments, nothing to lose.”

Charles: But you have no desire to be the top champion in AWF?

”No Charlie … it’s all pointless anyway. After all we will likely be seeing Bobby and Jack when we win the tag titles and then have to defend them against any and all comers. We are not interested in being singles champs especially of a place as small as this. This is our stepping stone to getting our message out all across the network … global acknowledgement of the oncoming abyss. Our purpose will be fulfilled.”

~At this time another person steps up to them.~

Natasha: Excuse me Charles, I need to speak to these fine gentlemen, if you would kindly begone. Esmur. Gebin. Good evening gentlemen. I have observed your rise within this federation and I am pleased. Pleased that while the endless wittering of the usual rabble is self defeating and merely a waste of everyone's time, you speak of a purpose.

"That of the abyss"

Natasha: The abyss. The end. The unstoppable force of oncoming darkness. That which renders all we do, all we have achieved ultimately pointless.

"She has been listening"

Natasha: Listening, yes. Understanding? Moreso. I have devoted myself to this line of thought in the past. Yet I found no understanding from others. It is refreshing to find people within this industry who have seen the futility of fighting the end. I understand your message, Nihilists.

"And you are..."

Natasha: Willing to spread it.

"Excuse my cynicism but what is in this for you?"

Natasha: Nothing. And is that not... the point?

A smile forms on Natasha's face as she sashays off.

"Gebin, what do you make of this?"

"An interesting turn of events, Esmur. An interesting turn indeed."

AWWW… FUCK YOUR HEADPHONES!

"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena as Seth Dillinger marches out onto the stage. He pauses at the top of the ramp, taking in a deep breath and smiling as he begins his jog down to the ring….

WE GOT A TIMEBOMB
WE GOT A TIMEBOMB
WE GOT A TIMEBOMB
NA NA NA NA

He doesn't seem too interested in shaking anyone's hand as he rolls straight into the ring and goes to his corner, leaning back against the ropes and awaiting the start of the match.

Taylor: Seth Dillinger, one of the pre tournament favourites is here in this Showdown match.

Romano: He is going to have to get past the wily veteran Chis Card if he wants that title shot.

The wild drum fill, followed by the savage harmocina line and guitar riff of DC Sound Attack! plays as purple and white lights swirl and pulse with the beat. Chris Card walks out from the entrance gate.

THE OPTICS OF IT ARE NOT IMPORTANT
THE PUBLIC DON'T GIVE A DAMN!
I FEEL IN NEED OF CONSULTATION, NOW
EVERYBODY NEEDS
A SINISTER HAND

Card takes a slow walk down to the ring and steps through the ropes as the lights change from beams to spinning spotlights to mark his presence in the ring. Card poses in the center of the ring and beams out into the crowd. The lights go up and Card moves over to his own corner and relaxes, the referee checking him over and finding nothing wrong.

Romano: Chris Card, a man who can effortlessly blend mat wrestling and striking.
Taylor: And cheating. There aren’t many depths that Card won’t stoop to.
Romano: Solid strategy.

Jessie Love: The following match is sccheduled for one fall…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Jessie Love: And is the Fired Up Showdown Match. The winner of the match will receive a shot at the AWF Prestige Championship. Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in tonight at two hundred fifteen pounds, THIS IS SETH DIIIIIIIIIIILIIIIINGERRRRRRR!

Seth bounces up and down a couple of times, staying limber for the match.

Jessie Love: And his opponent, fighting out of the Rosedale Neighbourhood of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he weighs in at one hundred kilos, “TECHNICAL PERFECTION,” CHRIIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD.

Taylor: So, predictions for the match, Cassius?
Romano: I predict a hard fought contest, Taylor. Each man has their own strengths and weaknesses.

The referee rings the bell and we… are… on!

Final Showdown: Chris Card vs. Seth Dillinger

Dillinger and Card lock up. Card swiftly switches up, transitioning to a top wristlock. Card keeps arm control and turns Seth’s arm round into an arm wringer. A short kick to the back of Seth’s thigh forces The Party Boy down to his knees and Card maintains his hold on Seth’s arm, stepping through to add an extra twist. Bending his opponent backwards, Card presses down through the arm applying a very loose cover..

ONE!

But Seth uses his athleticism to drag his legs back in and with a huge spring, kips up. Seth follows through with his momentum and reverses the wrist control, moving to an arm wringer of his own. Seth keeps his hold on and spins, adding extra torque to his hold and allowing him to whip his leg round and sweep out Card’s legs. Card drops to the mat and Seth presses down through Card’s arm.

ONE!

But Card removes Seth’s vertical base by kicking out at his shin. Seth falls forward, dropping the arm lock and both men lay on the mat for half a second, Seth rolling over. Both men kip up and face off as the crowd launches into a massive round of applause.

Taylor: Neither man gaining an early advantage here.
Romano: Neither man has been able to drive the match into their own area of specialization.

The pair lock up again. This time Card transitions for a side headlock. Card controls Seth Dillinger’s head for a couple of seconds and slips behind, maybe looking for a hammerlock but Seth slides out of the headlock and performs a standing switch, pushing Card off and sending him careering towards the ropes. Seth shapes up to hit a dropkick but Card, knowing that he’s in a bad position, grabs hold of the top rope to stop his momentum.

Taylor: Chris Card doesn’t want to test Seth Dillinger’s feet.
Romano: That’s smart strategy from Technical Perfection. You would expect that.

Seth closes in, looking to Irish Whip Chris Card and hit that dropkick but Card reverses with a do-si-do counter, sending Seth flying off instead. Card steps through, looking to swing his leg round into a crescent kick onto the on rushing Seth, and this time it’s Dillinger who grabs the top rope.

Taylor: And that’s also smart strategy from Seth Dillinger.
Romano: Yes, yes. Dillinger is capable of moments of intelligence too.

Both men stalk towards the centre of the ring and it’s Seth that grabs an arm first, Irish Whipping Card away. Seth runs off in the opposite direction and as the two cross, Card rolls low and Seth leaps high. Both men charge the ropes again and as the meet in the middle both hit dropkicks at the same time, both whiffing and both landing on the mat with a thud.

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Taylor: High pace to this match so far. Who does that favour?
Romano: Well it makes this a cardio issue. If this was a straight up fight, a fast pace would be playing to Dillinger’s strengths. After two other matches with one more to come for the winner?

Card stands, a little slowly and Seth kips up straight into his patented Kip Up Huracanrana and that snaps Card down to the mat. Seth slides down to Card’s leg strikes him three times, rapidly, just below the kneecap. Seth grabs Card’s leg and rolls him over, gettting to a vertical base himself before lifting Card’s leg up and driving it down into the canvas, knee first. Seth lifts the leg a second time and drives Card’s leg down a second time. A third time? Same result. Seth backs up a few steps and lets Card hobble up to his feet.

Crowd: SETH! SETH! SETH!

Taylor: Seth Dillinger is picking up a little steam here.

Seth grabs Card roughly by the hair and hauls him into a standing headscissors. Taking his time, Dillinger hooks first Card’s left arm, then his right before lifting the Canadian up into a vicious double underhook implant DDT. Seth drops to cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Taylor: And a little more steam. Seth Dillinger is a man of action.
Romano: And every action he takes is hurting Card.

And Card kicks out. Seth adds a couple of extra blows to Card’s leg before standing and backing off to the ropes as Card gets up himself. Seth charges in, full blast, and leaps, grabbing hold of Card’s head in mid flight and spinning Technical Perfection down to the mat with a vicious Tornado DDT. Seth again covers…

ONE!

TWO!

Taylor: This could be it.

But Card kicks out again. Seth takes a couple of seconds pause, allowing Card to stand before launching straight in with a flurry of kicks, Dillinger overpowers Card as Technical Perfection tries to block but fails to absorb the majority of the blows’ damage. Seth drags Card by the head and places him against the ropes before delivering a perfectly positioned dropkick that send his opponent spilling out to the floor. Dillinger backs up and charges the ropes, bouncing effortlessly off the top rope and sailing through the air, spinning his body into a springboard crossbody suicida.

Crowd: AY-DUBYA-EFF! AY-DUBYA-EFF!

Taylor: Seth Dillinger. The AWF’s personal air force.
Romano: And he has a lot of options in his offense.
Taylor: Ummm… explain.
Romano: College football reference, Taylor.

Seth stands and bows for the crowd who cheer and chant in appreciation. Card stands, groggily and That Young Party Boy walks him over to the fans. Seth staggers Card with a side kick and then hops on top of the guardrail with cat like balance before leaping off gracefully, arcing into a standard moonsault body press. Seth again stands and the crowd explodes.

Crowd: DILL-INJ-JER! DILL-INJ-JER!

Aiming to get Card back into the ring for a pinfall, Seth stands and leads Card by the head to the ring apron. Seth rolls Card into the ring and drops, looking to cover… and Card, out of some level of desperation and knowing, sensing that the referee is looking at his shoulder rather than his lower body, rolls slightly to a knee and SWINGS AN ARM UP INTO SETH DILLINGER’S CROTCH. Seth drops flat into the lateral press and Card lets the referee count to enhance the deception…

ONE!

TWO!

TH… And Card kicks out. Card performs an MMA sweep to flip Seth onto his back and rears up in the full mount, laying in a couple of fierce forearms to Seth’s face.

Taylor: LOW BLOW! THAT WAS A LOW BLOW!
Romano: If you were faced with a choice between cheating and losing, which would you take, Taylor?
Taylor: Well I’d… keep within the rules.
Romano: And that’s why I was disappointed to have you as my tag team partner.

From the full mount, Card leans forward and channels a bit of Georges St Pierre, sliding both his arms behind Seth’s neck and pulling Seth’s head upwards, trying to force his chin onto his upper chest and hyperextending Seth’s neck.

Taylor: CAN OPENER! CAN OPENER!

Seth wriggles his head partially free and Card counters that by sliding upwards and freeing one arm up, catching Seth’s left arm while working on the neck with the other. Card pushes down at the shoulder and up at the head, contorting Seth’s spine AGAIN. Card calls for the referee to ask for a verbal tap out but Seth issues a loud no.

Taylor: It’s going to take more work than that to put down Seth Dillinger.
Romano: With another match to go, Taylor, this can only help Bobby Barratt.

Changing tack, Card stands and awaits Seth to get up himself, Mr Dillinger clutching at his neck in pain. Card charges in with a knee to the bread basket to keep Seth off balance. Card follows with a European Uppercut, A Crescent Kick, a Shoutei and quickly locks in the standing over/under hooks to set up repeated Muay Thai knees to the abdomen. Card loosens the hooks with the fourth knee and as Seth staggers backwards, Card extends an arm, wraps his hand around Seth’s throat, steps a leg through and takes Seth down to the mat with little effort (and a whole heap of technique.)

Taylor: STC… SPACE! TORNADO! CARD!
Romano: Ecstasy for Chris Card, Agony for Seth Dillinger.

Card covers.

ONE!

TWO!

TH… Seth kicks out.

Card quickly gets to his feet, fires a spinning back kick into Seth’s ribs and then ducks under him, lifting Seth into a Fireman’s Carry position before quickly dropping Dillinger back first across his knee with an Ushigoroshi. Seth sits up as Card takes a step back and soccer kicks Dillinger at the base of his spine for good measure before backing up to the ropes and charging in with a graceful somersault neck snap. As Seth falls back first to the mat, Card covers again…

ONE!

TWO

TH.. and Seth kicks out.

Crowd: LET’S GO CHRIS CARD! LET’S GO SETH! LET’S GO CHRIS CARD! LET’S GO SETH!

Taylor: The crowd seems to have warmed to Chris Card a little.
Romano: People are willing to overlook a whole host of transgressions if you are a genuinely likeable guy.

His game plan in full swing, Card hammers another series of rapid elbows into Seth Dillinger’s rib cage before hauling him back up to a vertical base again. Card’s facial expression has fallen from his usual resting half smile to one of pure concentration. Card makes sure that Dillinger is unable to counter, stunning him again with a blazing fast series of forearms before sliding behind. Card locks up Dillinger’s arm and wraps up his head, bending Seth backwards before dropping to the mat and hooking his legs around Seth’s waist.

Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!

Taylor: CARDIAC ARREST ALPHA! RIGHT INTO THE C3A!

Dillinger fights and struggles and tries his best to squirm loose. Card cranks back on the neck with one arm, up on the upper back with Dillinger’s own pinned arm and adds a little extra downward pull with his legs. Dillinger’s face is filled with the mask of pain as the referee checks whether Seth wants to tap. Dillinger offers a muffled “No!” from underneath Card’s arm. Card snarls, a most uncommon emotion for the eternally unflapple one, letting out a terse, “Ask him!” Seth waves the referee off with his free arm.

Taylor: How long can Seth Dillinger last in this submission predicament?
Romano: Seth Dillinger is a resilient wrestler. But it may prove futile.

Flailing with his one free arm, Seth tries desperately to wrigles out of the hold but Chris Card is not to be denied. Card asks the referee one more time but Seth uses his leg to push backwards and raise his shoulder so that he has downward pressure on Card. The referee counts…

ONE!

...TWO! Card relinquishes the hold and scuttles away.

Romano: That was a smart counter from Seth Dillinger.
Taylor: He might be finding his way back into the match!

Card squares up to where Seth will be standing up. Card BLASTS Seth in the face with a vicious elbow smash… Seth takes it AND CALLS FOR ANOTHER. Card obliges… and SETH CALLS FOR ANOTHER AGAIN! Elbow from Card. Elbow from Seth in return! Elbow from Card! Elbow from Seth in return! CHRIS CARD IS BLEEDING! Seth looks at the blood flowing from Chris’ eyebrow and hope rises within him. Seth turns to the crowd and screams at the top of his lungs, “C’MON!”

Crowd: SETH! SETH! SETH! SETH!

And Card NAILS HIM SQUARE IN THE FACE WITH A SUPERKICK!

Taylor: CALLING CARD! CALLING CARD!

AND SETH NO SELLS IT! SETH DIVES FORWARD AND FLATTENS CARD WITH A KICK TO THE FACE! CARD COLLAPSES TO THE MAT! SETH COLLAPSES TO THE MAT! NOW BOTH MEN ARE BLEEDING, CARD FROM THE EYEBROW, SETH FROM THE NOSE! THE REFEREE STARTS A COUNT!

Taylor: I think that both men are spent.
Romano: Bobby Barratt will be looking on in glee.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!… Card gets up to one knee.

EIGHT!… Seth does the same.

NINE!

TEEE… NO! BOTH MEN ARE UP! Seth kicks Card in the face, smearing blood across Card’s visage. Card kicks back straight away and Seth HOWLS in pain as his face is targeted. But Seth grits his teeth and kicks again. Head kick. Head kick. Head kick. Both men are exchanging some of the most fearsome strikes that the AWF has ever seen!

Taylor: Which one of these gladiators will survive this brutal encounter?
Romano: Who can say?

Blood is now freely dripping down onto the mat from both men. But there’s no blood stoppage in the AWF so the two men continue to knock lumps out of each other. Card closes the distance and lashes in a vicious forearm. Seth fires off one of his own. Ceth goes for another vicious head kick but this time Card ducks and floats round Seth into a go behind. Card goes for an arm, looking for the hammerlock set up, Seth counters by jumping up into the wheelbarrow position, looking for the Overdose and Card counters THAT by sitting down and hoisting his knees up, performing a Wheelbarrow Lungblower!

Crowd: THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!

Card floats round and locks up Seth’s arms, pressing down on the injured neck with the C3B! But Seth, fighting through the pain rolls his body over and PINS CARD’S SHOULDERS TO THE MAT!

ONE!

TWO!

Card breaks. Technical Perfection stands, wipes blood away from his eyes and grasps for Seth’s arm. He bends it back and around and traps Seth’s head beneath his other arm. Card SPINS OUT AND FALLS, DROPPING SETH CHIN FIRST ACROSS HIS SHOULDER...

Taylor: CARDIAC ARREST GAMMA!

...but using some inhuman reserve of energy Seth KNEES CHRIS CARD IN THE HEAD FROM THE NORTH/SOUTH POSITION! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! Knee strikes raining down upon Card’s face!

Taylor: Seth Dillinger is having to tap into his inner savage to beat Chris Card.
Romano: Sometimes being pretty doesn’t cut it in the biggest matches.

Rivulets of blood drop from Seth Dillinger’s face as he drags Card slowly over to a corner. Seth smiles through the blood and the pain as he slowly makes the rotating sign with his fingers and the crowd EXPLODES. Seth stands, Card stands. Both men are worn out from the effort of this match but Seth has time to hop over the ring apron. Card, acting on pure instinct at this point goes for a mule kick into Seth’s crotch but he can’t connect because the rope is in the damn way. Seth LEAPS…

FLIPS…

GRABS A THREE QUARTER NELSON IN MID AIR…

...AND LANDS IN A SEATED POSITION DRIVING CARD’S HEAD INTO HIS SHOULDER!

Taylor: SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER! SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER!

Seth covers…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jessie Love: Here is your winner of the Wildfire Tournament and the #1 Contender to the AWF Prestige Championship - Seth Dillinger!

Romano: Seth won! Seth won! Ladies and gentlemen, we just witnessed something special, not just in AWF history, but in wrestling history!
Taylor: But we aren't leaving. No, this next match will commence in just a few moments! Can Seth be the David from the bible and take down the Goliath known as Bobby Barratt?
Romano: Time will tell, Tommy. But first, it looks like Chris Card still has some matters left for our Wildfire Tournament winner.

As “Timebomb” rings around the arena, Card and Seth get up to one knee and exchange a glance. Card nods in a respectful admission of defeat. Seth wipes blood away from his face as he stands up, the referee raising his arm in victory.

Crowd: SETH! SETH! SETH! SETH!

Card stands too, more slowly and walks over to Seth, extending an arm for a handshake. The AWF’s King of Parties looks Card up and down slowly and then begins to turn his body away.

Romano: Smart move from Seth Dillinger. No man’s handshake spells more trouble than Chris Card’s

Crowd: SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND!

Seth turns back towards Chris Card whose hand has not wavered from it’s position. Seth pauses, takes a deep breath and ever so gingerly, not wanting to give Card any chance to do something sneaky, extends his own arm. There is some movement near the front of the crowd.

Taylor: Nothing suspicious going on there. Just a sign of respect from one athlete to the another.

Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!

The pair clasp hands and shake on what has been a successful tournament for both men. Mobile phone cameras flash around the arena, capturing the moment to be preserved on their social feeds.

...And then The Icons attack! Bobby, Maverick and Jack all jump the barricade in perfect time with each other and charge the ring from three different sides at once, all the while shifting their movement to cover any possible lines of retreat. Card and Seth instinctively stand back to back. Jack Diamond and Maverick charge exchanging blows with Chris Card and Seth Dillinger respectively. The tired Seth and Card pair are starting to lose both exchanges as the Icons separate them. A stiff punch from Mav sends Seth staggering into Bobby, who drives Seth into the mat with a Reverse STO.

Taylor: THE ICONS! The Icons are here to deliver a message!
Romano: And soften up Seth Dillinger. This is tactically fantastic.
Taylor: But morally wrong!
Romano: Since when have morals had a place in wrestling?

Calling for Bobby, leaving Maverick to lay the boots in on Seth, Jack turns Chris Card to face The Prodigy. Bobby rears back his leg and BLASTS CHRIS CARD WITH THE DISTORTION KICK! Jack grins revenge having been taken for Card’s Calling Card on him. Jack walks backwards a few steps as Bobby slings Chris Card into the corner with an Irish Whip. Launching himself at Card, Jack runs in and hits THE DIAMOND SPLASH. Bobby and Mav switch, Bobby laying stiff boots into his main event opponent while Mav grabs Card in a back waistlock as Card stumbles past him. Mav lifts Card up in a wheelbarrow hold but instead of stepping in and hitting the Lethal Intoxication, The Ace Of Spades walk into position and the pair hit a tag team WHEELBARROW STUNNER! Card rolls out of the ring, in pain.

Taylor: What do we call that? The Lethal Deck? The Stacked Intoxication?
Romano: We call that very, very painful.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Surrounding Seth Dillinger like a pack of rabid dogs, the Icons lay in boot after boot, followed by Bobby dismissvely scraping his boot over Seth's face a coulpe of times, flicking specks of blood away with each kick. Bobby looks genuinely pleased that the Icons' plan has worked so perfectly.

As “Timebomb” rings around the arena, Card and Seth get up to one knee and exchange a glance. Card nods in a respectful admission of defeat. Seth wipes blood away from his face as he stands up, the referee raising his arm in victory.

Crowd: SETH! SETH! SETH! SETH!

Card stands too, more slowly and walks over to Seth, extending an arm for a handshake. The AWF’s King of Parties looks Card up and down slowly and then begins to turn his body away.

Romano: Smart move from Seth Dillinger. No man’s handshake spells more trouble than Chris Card’s

Crowd: SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND!

Seth turns back towards Chris Card whose hand has not wavered from it’s position. Seth pauses, takes a deep breath and ever so gingerly, not wanting to give Card any chance to do something sneaky, extends his own arm. There is some movement near the front of the crowd.

Taylor: Nothing suspicious going on there. Just a sign of respect from one athlete to the another.

Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!

The pair clasp hands and shake on what has been a successful tournament for both men. Mobile phone cameras flash around the arena, capturing the moment to be preserved on their social feeds.

...And then The Icons attack! Bobby, Maverick and Jack all jump the barricade in perfect time with each other and charge the ring from three different sides at once, all the while shifting their movement to cover any possible lines of retreat. Card and Seth instinctively stand back to back. Jack Diamond and Maverick charge exchanging blows with Chris Card and Seth Dillinger respectively. The tired Seth and Card pair are starting to lose both exchanges as the Icons separate them. A stiff punch from Mav sends Seth staggering into Bobby, who drives Seth into the mat with a Reverse STO.

Taylor: THE ICONS! The Icons are here to deliver a message!
Romano: And soften up Seth Dillinger. This is tactically fantastic.
Taylor: But morally wrong!
Romano: Since when have morals had a place in wrestling?

Calling for Bobby, leaving Maverick to lay the boots in on Seth, Jack turns Chris Card to face The Prodigy. Bobby rears back his leg and BLASTS CHRIS CARD WITH THE DISTORTION KICK! Jack grins revenge having been taken for Card’s Calling Card on him. Jack walks backwards a few steps as Bobby slings Chris Card into the corner with an Irish Whip. Launching himself at Card, Jack runs in and hits THE DIAMOND SPLASH. Bobby and Mav switch, Bobby laying stiff boots into his main event opponent while Maverick grabs Card in a back waistlock as Card stumbles past him. Mav lifts Card up in a wheelbarrow hold but instead of stepping in and hitting the Lethal Intoxication, The Ace Of Spades walk into position and the pair hit a tag team WHEELBARROW STUNNER! Card rolls out of the ring, in pain.

Taylor: What do we call that? The Lethal Deck? The Stacked Intoxication?
Romano: We call that very, very painful.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Surrounding Seth Dillinger like a pack of rabid dogs, the Icons lay in boot after boot, followed by Bobby dismissively scraping his boot over Seth's face a couple of times, flicking specks of blood away with each kick. Bobby looks genuinely pleased that the Icons' plan has worked so perfectly. Bobby removes his shirt as he readies himself for the upcoming match. Meanwhile, Seth turns his head as he sees someone fighting through security.

Voice: Seth!

Seth recognizes the man who jumps the security barrier. It's his boyfriend, Dennis! He runs over to Seth's side and helps him get to his feet. He also hands him a water bottle, to which Seth greedily drinks.

Taylor: That's really kind of him!
Romano: It is, but Seth has to realize something. Kindness ends here. Bobby, of all people, surely won't show him any.

Before the bell rings, Senior referee Gabe Valentine searched both competitors for foreign weapons. Luckily, no weapons were found on either person. The referee was given the OK to begin the match. The bell rings and Bobby raises his eyebrow at Seth Dillinger. The man is bruised and bloodied. Seemingly half his body is black and blue and his nose looks like a plate that used to be ketchup and fries, but the fries are eaten and the red liquid is a mess everywhere. Bobby Barratt looks back to Jack Diamond, who is at ringside, and shrugs his shoulders. He mouths, "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this guy?" and turns back to Seth Dillinger, or rather - a blur. Next thing he knows, fists are flying in the air with Seth going after Bobby. With how angry Seth is, his mouth agape and his eyebrows pointed, a regular man could be easily knocked out. Alas, Bobby Barratt is not a regular man and Seth Dillinger is at low power. Seth punches Bobby Barratt, pushing him against the corner and bending forward right before he starts shoving shoulder after shoulder into the gut of Bobby Barratt. Bobby's eyes burst open and spits starts flying out of his mouth. Bobby doesn't want to just take this sort of abuse. He puts his hands above his heads for an axe handle slam, but gets surprised when Seth Dillinger jumps up and hurracanranas Bobby to the floor. He holds him down for the pin as Senior Referee Gabe Valentine quickly does his job:

...One!

...Tw-Kickout!

Bobby Barratt bursts up high with the kick out. He looks incredulously to Seth Dillinger, who is already short of breath.

Taylor: Seth almost did it already! He nearly pinned the champion! He just might be able to do this!
Romano: Look at him, Tommy. He's short of breath. It's as they say, "The candle flickers the most right before it's about to go out".

Seth Dillinger plants his right hand to the canvas as he forces himself up off the floor. He runs toward Bobby, but finds himself in a state of shock as the AWF Prestige Champion spins with a roundhouse kick. Seth barely dodges the kick as he pivots to the right. The pivot goes to the side of Bobby. He throws an elbow to the side of Bobby's neck and staggers the champion to the side. Seth turns to Bobby and is ready to take him down. He lifts his arms up in the air for an axe handle slam of his own, and that's when Bobby spears him to the ground! A big OOF is escaped from the crowd as Seth slams to the ground. He grabs his sore back, but it looks like Bobby is not finished quite yet. Bobby grabs the legs of Seth Dillinger. He's manipulating his legs as he begins to work himself in for the figure four leg lock, but Seth gets desperate. He knows that he's low on energy. He musters his leg strength and pushes on Bobby Barratt, able to push the champion off of him! Seth knows that Bobby can quickly just circle back so he puts his hands on the canvas and kips up! ...Well, he doesn't. Seth is so low on energy that he just falls onto his back mid-way through. Bobby circles around just quickly enough for him to see this flop occurring. Bobby is laughing his ass off while he begins to stomp a mud-hole through the AWF Midwest Champion's candy ass. Seth's embarrassment turns into desperation as he forces himself toward the corner. He grabs the bottom ropes and the referee forces Bobby off of him. Bobby still has a cocky smirk on his face, egging the boos and dismay from the crowd.

Taylor: Seth's exhaustion is showing.
Romano: No kidding. I'm really feeling bad for the kid. This is his fourth match of the night and he's up against the champion, who's fresh.

Seth uses his arm muscles to swing himself from inside of the ring to the outside. He doesn't land outside of the ring as much as he simply falls down. He doesn't care. It keeps him away from Bobby, but he finds himself right at the boots of the X*Crown Champion himself, Jack Diamond. Seth looks up and Jack gives a sinister smirk down to Seth. The referee looks down at Jack suspiciously, but he looks back up to the referee and raises his hands in the air defensively, reassuring him he hasn't broken any of the rules. The referee knows exactly what's being done, but technically can't do anything about it since they haven't broken any rules so he lets this charade continue. No one's sure if it's the blood loss, the fatigue getting to him or what else could happen, but Seth's eyes grow wide as he sees Jack Diamond intimidatingly stood in front of him. His breathing increases and he scurries across toward the barricade. A couple of the fans in the front row give pleading pats on the back of Seth, as if to lend him aid. Seth is hovering over the barricade like he's about to vomit. His back is arching, gasping for breath like he's living on Planet Spaceball. That's when Bobby grabs the back of his head and SLAMS it on the top of the barrier. Fans start to throw fists to Bobby, but security works overtime in separating them from the two competitors. Seth begins to droop, but Bobby isn't done with him quite yet. He moves behind Seth and picks him up. He throws him for a German Suplex! The referee counts to four, and Bobby just leaves Seth. Bobby listlessly strolls back into the ring.

Taylor: Bobby Barratt is done with Seth Dillinger and Seth is just plain done.
Romano: Is this surprising to anyone? Have you not seen this past match between Seth and Chris Card? Do you not know how good Bobby is? He's not the champion for nothing.

The referee raises his hands while he counts the next number.

...FIVE!

Bobby is smirking as he lays his back against the turnbuckle. He simply keeps a grin as he awaits the rest of the referee's counts, allowing him to remain as the AWF Prestige Champion.

...SIX!

He continues on, not caring about anything else and not paying too much mind as he looks over to Jack Diamond. The X*Crown Champion is giving him a thumbs up. Then there's an audible gasp from the crowd.

...SEVEN!

Bobby looks into Jack's eyes, who is diverted over to where Seth is. Bobby looks for himself and finds that Seth is on all fours, making his way to his feet. Bobby lifts an eyebrow. He actually feels bad. Like an energetic greyhound, he is certainly going the distance and giving it his all. But now he's a wounded puppy and Bobby almost feels bad, knowing that he's going to have to put Old Yeller down. Bobby pushes himself off of the corner and looks out of the ring, where Seth is on one knee, trying to push himself off into a vertical basis.

...EIGHT!

Bobby wags his outstretched index finger left and right, saying, "No". He's telling Seth he doesn't want to do this, because the moment that Seth comes into the ring, it's the moment where Bobby will have to show no mercy to the challenger. Seth finally gets himself on his two feet and slides into the ring right before the nine count. Bobby begins to stomp and show everyone what happens when you step up to an Icon.

Taylor: And Seth is on his feet again. Is he brave or stupid?
Romano: He's both. The reason it looks so amazing when these sort of decisions are made on TV is because they're impossible odds.

Bobby kicks and kicks and kicks until Seth's not even moving. He managed to get himself into the ring but not really much else. That's when Bobby stops. The match needs to end. He entertained Seth Dillinger's heroics for far too long. He brings the challenger to his feet and grabs him by the neck. He runs to the corner turnbuckle. Bobby's finisher Sliced Bread #2 that he calls Prodigal Arrival! Wait! Seth is able to get out of the headlock and out of the move! He pushes Bobby Barratt HARD to the corner! On the rebound, the AWF Midwest Champion takes Bobby down with a spinning heel kick! Seth squirms as he brings himself over Bobby for the pin count:

...One!

...Two!

...Th-Kickout!

Taylor: Seth... He almost did it!
Romano: Well I'll be... Where did that energy come from?

Bobby exploded from the mat more so than he kicked out. He wasn't as hurt as he was surprised. He didn't expect Seth to pull off what he just did. If he saw Seth Dillinger as Old Yeller, time was reversed and all the old wounds were remedied. Seth is hoping this burst of energy, this second wind, will last. The winner of the Wildfire Tournament makes his way to his feet almost as his quickly as his opponent does. They both engage each other for a lock up, but Bobby quickly drops his arms and spins around behind Seth Dillinger. He grabs Seth's arms and holds him in for a full nelson submission. Seth immediately starts groaning in pain and uses his legs to try to hook the sides for a rope break. Bobby's able to know what Seth's trying to do and keep him in the center of the ring. Obviously, Seth isn't in a position to push himself away. Seth Dillinger goes red, but decides to play a little rough. He smashes his head backwards to distract Bobby. He slips his arms out and falls to the ground. Bobby leans forward and grabs Seth, but he thinks quickly. Seth, instead, grabs the head of the AWF Prestige Champion and flips him forward for a snapmare. Seth drops down for an elbow drop, but Bobby rolls out of the way. He quickly backs up and retreats to his corner. Seth looks at Bobby, confident but breathing heavily.

Taylor: Look at Seth, Cassius! Seth has Bobby right where he wants him!
Romano: No he doesn't. Tommy, he's toying with him. Bobby's letting Seth believes he stands a chance in order to draw him out. Damn you, Bobby. You're essentially kicking a dead puppy at this point.

Seth gets to his feet and finds Bobby approaching. Seth doesn't want to finish this match by focusing on reacting. No. This time, he'll be proactive. He runs over, ready to tackle Bobby, but Bobby grabs Seth and throws him over the top rope. Bobby steps forward, but doesn't see Seth grabbing the ropes. Seth has Bobby. He's distracted. Seth is tired, but he's not going to let this moment go to waste. Seth jumps onto the ropes then springboards off... Springboard Somersault Stunner! SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER! But Bobby turns around... DISTORTION KICK! Bobby's signature kick goes straight to the chin of Seth Dillinger! Seth goes down! Bobby goes over Seth for the pin:

...One!

...Two!

...Thr-The pin has been interrupted!

Taylor: Oh God... Please don't tell me HE'S here!
Romano: ...BEANZ!

Senior Referee Gabe Valentine is quick to get up to Beanz and inform him of the rules. He's extremely lenient in the sense that he doesn't want such a climactic match to end in a no contest or a disqualification, but order must be maintained. Beanz goes off, saying how he was told that there must be beans in the ring and nonsense such as that. The two go on until Jack Diamond slides in and begins to strike Beanz. Beanz retaliates, with his size being an extremely powerful advantage for him. The Iconic Prince Maverick slides into the ring as well and begins to back Jack Diamond, his team mate, to even the odds. That's when Copycat jumps onto Maverick's back and starts to throw punches. Maverick dispatches of Copycat easily with a well-placed punch to his head. Terry Bradshaw stands right outside of the ring, near where Copycat got struck, and begins laughing hard. That's when "Ravenous" by X-Ray Dog plays. Felix Ziko walks out with an oxygen mask. He pulls it off so he can speak in front of the microphone.

Felix Ziko: I was supposed to be off this mask within the next few weeks, but you're going to reverse my progress.

Felix puts the mask back on him and takes in a big breath.

Felix Ziko: But this is supposed to be a reputable tournament and a reputable show and I don't want any of you to be in this ring! In other words...

Felix is forced to pause once again while he takes a deep breath from the oxygen mask.

Felix Ziko: OUT! GET OUT! IF YOU'RE NOT SETH, BOBBY OR THE REFEREE, GET OUT OF THE RING AND GO BACKSTAGE OR I WILL FIRE YOU!

Taylor: Oh boy. The CEO is quite angry. I don't even think he was supposed to be out here today.
Romano: He wasn't. You can tell he's very upset. I mean, I don't think he explicitly ever threatened to fire anyone before.

Immediately, everyone began to quickly exit the ring. Everyone but Jack Diamond, that is. Jack goes up to Bobby and says, "Kick his ass". They then give a handshake from one Icon to another. Bobby nods, knowing what he has to do. Jack leaves the ring and leaves it barren, except for all of the authorized people - the referee, Bobby Barratt and Seth Dillinger, who has finally gotten into the world of reality and started to make his way to his feet, aided by the ropes. Bobby is very unhappy to see this, knowing just how little he cares to entertain the underdog's theatrics. Bobby looks at Seth Dillinger, unimpressed. With his hands in his pockets, he easily dodges a punch from Seth. Instead, he lets out a leg and causes Seth to trip, following forward onto the middle rope. Bobby Barratt laughs. He leans forward to Seth and places his hands on the back of his neck. He pushes forward, causing Seth to begin to choke onto the coarse ropes. The referee begins the rope break count: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI- Bobby backs off, but he wants to make Seth sing some more beautiful, torturous music. He runs back and bounces off the opposite ropes. He aims to push his body onto Seth for some more throat-damage, but Seth quickly falls down and rolls out of the ring. Bobby stops before he could crash. Seth looks back and his face looking more red than peach is looking for a new strategy.

Taylor: Seth! Just give up! You're super brave for going as far as you have, but Bobby has you beat!
Romano: I have to say, I agree with you. Too bad that Seth doesn't seem to share your sentiments.

In a move of desperation, Seth moves underneath the ropes. At the very least, it gives him a place to recover. The only thing he has to watch out for is the referee's counts for being outside of the ring. Bobby looks down and decides to just take it easy. He's seeing Seth as stalling the inevitable. In fact, the next time he has to get out from underneath, he'll simply stop Seth from going out. And if he doesn't get out - well. He'll just lose via count out. Bobby walks to the side by the fans and shrugs his shoulders. He eggs on the fans who are booing them. The crowd is chanting, "LET'S GO SETH." CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP. Bobby grins and shakes his head. That's when two hands pop out seemingly out of nowhere and grab his ankles. The hands pull hard and Bobby hits the floor. They then pull him out of the ring and onto the outside. That's when Seth Dillinger pops out of nowhere and lays on top of Bobby's chest where he throws rights and lefts into the face of his opponents. This evokes large pops from the crowd. Bobby's soon able to push Seth off of him but as Bobby gets to his feet, Seth takes him down with a shining wizard! Bobby goes down and Seth climbs his way back into the ring, where he makes the most out of this moment of rest.

Taylor: And this is Seth able to put Bobby back down on his ass once more!
Romano: Bobby's down, but he's not out. Let's put this in another perspective: This is the man who took down Hyperion.

The referee calls out eight and that's when Bobby gets in. He grabs the top of his head with one hand and the bottom with another, and he cracks his neck. He closes in on Seth, who's starting to get to his feet. Bobby's cocky smirk has all but faded. Seth goes for a clothesline and it actually hits! ...but actually does little in the way of damage. Instead of knocking him down, it actually pushed him back. Seth looks at Bobby incredulously and backs up before Bobby can recover. As Bobby recovers, Seth runs even harder for a clothesline! ...Again, little more happens to Bobby more than a little bit of a shove. Seth's eyes move wider open as he charges for a third time... and that's when Bobby greets Seth with a stiff punch to the face! Seth goes down. Bobby shakes his head and decides that there are no more theatrics to be made. He simply goes down for the pin count and he knows this time, no oversized Bradshaw muppet can save him. The referee does his job and goes for the pin count:

...One!

...Two!

...Th-Rope break!

The referee points out right before the three count, Seth Dillinger puts his leg on the bottom rope!

Taylor: That happened!
Romano: I'm not sure if this is done from perseverance or will-power or an involuntary spasm, but major props to Seth for not giving up!

Bobby gets off Seth. He's beginning to get visibly frustrated. He goes to Seth and pulls his legs off the top of the bottom rope. He goes on top of him for the pin again. The referee - again - commences with the pin count:

...One!

...Tw-Seth puts his leg on top of the bottom rope again. That's when Bobby has had enough. He drags Seth to the middle of the ring and that's when he raises his right fist in the air, gesturing his announcement for victory. He's getting boos from the crowd, which the cocky bastard is eating up. He brings Seth Dillinger up to his feet and grabs him by the neck. He stares to the corner and everyone is thinking one thing. His finisher - Prodigal Arrival, his Sliced Bread #2. He runs toward the corner, but Seth has other plans. He pushes him to the corner, escaping himself from the move. Seth grabs Bobby and goes for the German suplex, but he lacks the strength in order to lift Bobby from the ground. Bobby isn't even amused anymore. He throws a fist to Seth, but Seth dodges! Well, not really a dodge...

Taylor: Seth just dropped to the floor! He can't even stand up anymore!
Romano: Well it's great he didn't get elbowed in the face, but at this point, there's no point in even continuing.

The referee looks down and sees Seth, bloodied, battered and completely destroyed. He then looks to Bobby and immediately jumps up to him.

Taylor: HE WAS WEARING GOLDEN KNUCKLES! HOW DID HE HAVE THOSE!? THE REFEREE CHECKED HIM BEFORE THE MATCH!
Romano: I don't know. It's actually not possible, unless the referee didn't search well or- ...Oh God.
Taylor: Gabe's really great at finding this stuff out!
Romano: I know. It's not that. It's Jack Diamond.
Taylor: Huh?
Romano: Jack Diamond was not checked.
Taylor: Of course not. He's not in this match and they had no contact except-
Romano: Except that they shook hands right before Jack was escorted out. That was their ticket. If Seth was ever too bothersome, he would use it on him. The plan was a win/win strategy. If he wasn't caught, he'd have a much easier time in this tenacious opponent. If he was caught, he'd be disqualified but still retain the belt.
Taylor: But Bobby didn't even strike Seth.
Romano: Which is why Bobby will be allowed to continue this match.

Bobby shakes his head as the referee sternly takes the knuckles away. Bobby looks to Seth with even more anger and wants him to lose in a way where it hurts the entire time he loses. He picks up Seth and brings him to his feet. He holds him there long enough so that he's able to maintain his own body weight. For this one, he actually looks to the crowd and says something.

Bobby: Iconbreaker!

The jeers he got from the crowd last time he tried his finisher is nothing compared to what he got this time. Seth looks dazed. Bobby goes to jump in the air, but Seth shoves his head to the head of Bobby, smashing bone to bone. Bobby staggers back but shoves forward with one of his own, and one that dishes much more impact. Seth moves back and jerks forward to Bobby who hits him with the Codebreaker that he calls Iconbreaker! Wait - Seth, adjusts and grabs Bobby, reversing for a small package! His entire body weight is on Bobby and he unknowingly holds onto the ropes with an arm, but the referee doesn't see it! Bobby's kicking, but the referee goes for the pin count:

...One!

...Two!

...THREE!

Jessie Love: The main event at Fired Up is over. Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and the NEW AWF Prestige Champion: Seth Dillinger!

Taylor: Seth won!? HOW!?
Romano: He used Bobby's anger to his advantage. Seth knew he couldn't win by strength alone, so he used trickery. Clever move, Seth.
Taylor: And now he is the FIRST double champion in AWF history!
Romano: Bravo, Seth. You've made believers of us all, even when no one believed in you. Bravo.

"Timebomb" by Beck plays as Dennis runs to Seth and holds the fallen Seth in his arms as confetti rains in from the ceiling. Referee Gabe Valentine hands Seth the AWF Prestige Championship. Seth holds it up in the air for a full five seconds, before his arms gives out and just lets it lie on his chest. He looks to Dennis, who clasp their hands together and gives each other a kiss as the camera pans to the commentators.

Taylor: This is the AWF, where an NFL-turned-wrestler turns a well-meaning company into a morally bankrupt brothel. Where one of our own can spend nearly five hours in the XHF Rumble. And now where someone can spend match after match after match, putting their health on the line just for a shot at victory. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN HERE!
Romano: And Seth Dillinger is our first double-champion. Our first homosexual champion in the Ascension Wrestling Federation. He's made us proud and made a stand against Bobby Barratt. But that's it for us tonight. We'll be back on Friday, October 5th for Prestige 22! Oh, and we will be at End of Days at well. But regardless, our time here tonight has come to a close. As always, I'm Cassius Romano.
Taylor: And I'm still badly hurt from my earlier match.
Romano: Have a good night!

michael: Sean Alex jr can be wrong it closest few months ago. why don,t remember can ask mongo he knows all ins&outs here. Sept 24, 2024 16:59:46 GMT -5

Mongo the Destroyer: Michael is correct, DTF closed at the end of last year. It absolutely would have been a good match for Sept 24, 2024 19:27:45 GMT -5

Mongo the Destroyer: Sin City Championship Wrestling is a video game fed that runs on FirePro. You make a character and they appear in weekly shows- but the results are based on the game's rng so you're there to watch how they do Oct 5, 2024 20:43:29 GMT -5

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