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Snow Holds Barred 2025 - Liam Desmond - 01-27-2025
01 - 26 - 2025
![[Image: 573XQqR.png]](https://i.imgur.com/573XQqR.png) LIVE FROM COMMONWEALTH STADIUM  EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA
RP Deadline is 11:59:59 PM PACIFIC on Friday, January 24, 2025
All matches are 1 RP/4k unless stated otherwise. |
Fireworks erupt to a tremendous roar from the Edmonton crowd!
In spite of the near-freezing temperatures, they are abuzz with excitement.
JC: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to SNOW HOLDS BARRED! I'm Jacuinde Cuauhtemoc, joined here at ringside by Brody Goodman.
SMACK! SMACK!
JC: Umm… what are you doing Brody?”
BG: Trying to get this damn heater to work! It's COLD out here, Jacuinde.
JC: In fairness, at least the snow isn't falling yet! Tonight, the XWF is coming to you live from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, in front of 60,000 strong here at the Commonwealth Stadium who have all braved the elements for our first major event of 2025!
SMACK!
BG: Got it!
Goodman's heater comes to life and he rubs his hands in front if it.
JC: Do you mind shuffling that over to be in the middle of the two of us?
BG: Get yer own!
JC: Well that's rude. But what isn't rude is the action coming to you tonight. EVERY XWF championship is on the line, headlines by the absolutely dominant SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE defending the crown jewel of his empire, the XWF Universal Championship, against not one but two challengers - War Games sole survivor ISAIAH KING, and the man who has been nipping at him for months now, former X-Treme Champion JOHNNY BACCHUS.
BG: I literally don't know who I want to win out of these guys. Can I do a write in?
JC: If that's not your idea of fun, we also have a slew of contendership matches on the card; a man you know quite well - our esteemed owner - VINNIE LANE is back in action against the much hyped LARRY TACT, and not to mention our opening match. You want legends? We've got SCOOPS MCGEE!!!”
BG: That's right, Jacuinde! Scoops’ Suicide Tour continues. Stay tuned, folks! You might see a man’s pacemaker give out LIVE here tonight!
JC:That’s… that's not going to happen… I don't think…”
BG: Anything can happen! It's SNOW HOLDS BARRED!
The camera cuts to the stage but instead of anybody’s music hitting, a lone trumpeter stands under a spotlight.
Blasting out some royal fanfare, the spotlight soon expands until an entire orchestra starts blasting a vaguely familiar symphony. Except it's not quite a symphony…
JC: What is this song? Why do I recognise it?”
BG: Alls I know is that it sounds awfully regal to me!
The music grows and grows until suddenly a different kind if trumpet sounds!
An elephant!
And another!
Followed by camels and horses and moose! Leopards slink out onto the stage and jump atop the elephants because why not?
A flock of flamingos flies over head as the terrifying roar of lions, tigers, and bears (oh my!) precede their arrival.
A menagerie of animals stalks its way to the ring, causing those seated near the front to back away from the guard rail.
The music shifts.
Dancing ladies with exposed midriffs line up on the stage. Dancing men, with tights pulled tight against their personal holsters (cause ya gotta have something for everyone), join them.
A thudding, clanking march sees armed knights file out before a large enclosed carriage.
A messenger stands atop it as the music softens.
Messenger: HEAR YE! HEAR YE! BY ROYAL DECREE, YE NEED NOT BE AFRAID OF THE MAN EATING BEASTS! FOR THEY HAVE BEEN TAMED BY THE MIGHTIEST HANDS THIS LAND HAS EVER KNOWN! HEAR YE! HEAR YE! TONIGHT IS A TIME FOR CELEBRATION! TONIGHT IS A TIME FOR POWER TO RISE! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY…
Tonight is a time to pay your respects…
To the KING!
The lights die.
A spotlight returns but not on the trumpeter or the messenger, nor any of the other bevy of beings and creatures that have ushered forth I to the stadium.
It falls onto the door of the carriage.
And a frenetic guitar riff starts.
JC: Waitaminute! I know what that orchestra’s song was now!
BG: I knew it all along!
JC: Oh, you did, huh?
BG::Of course! Now get on your feet and pay respect like you were told to, because this is–
The messenger’s voice overpowers Goodman’s.
Messenger: HEAR YE! HEAR YE! ALL RISE, ACKNOWLEDGE, AND WELCOME…
THE REIGNING KING OF THE XWF…
KING KIERAN OF THE HOUSE OF KING! FIRST OF HIS NAME!
The guitar picks up.
[
Faith No More's “The Gentle Art of Making Enemies” rips across the stadium as the door of the carriage is kicked open from within.
The crowd roars, louder than any of those bitchass lions could ever dream of!
Clad in a pristine three piece with an ornate red robe tossed across his shoulders, the King of the XWF, Kieran King, raises a bejewelled sceptre past the blue-gold crown atop his head and thrusts it into the sky.
BG: THE KING IS HERE!
JC: Kieran King!
BG: That's KING KIERAN to people like you, JC!
JC: Whatever his title, we haven't seen the King since Relentless!
King's shoulders relax as he lowers the sceptre down. He grins at a bear taking a shit in the ramp and lifts his chin up into the sky
A microphone lowers down to him from above - which should actually be impossible given there's nothing over his head save for the darkening winter sky.
Nonetheless, the king has his ways!
King: Edmonton!
The crowd cheers.
King: Do you feel that chill in the air? Do you see the mess around you? I know, being Canadians, you're used to the cold and squalor…
And just like that, the cheers invert.
King: …but this…?! This is something else.
It's not change though, Edmonton. It's not the promise of a Lonely King or a Rascal King; it's not some underlying acceptance of the changing of the guard and a welcoming of the ‘new folk’ to be the ‘new faces’ of the XWF.
No…
That feeling in the air is what happens when the whole animal kingdom, full of beasts and savages, bends it’s knee to its rightful king…
It's the feeling of royal judgement, and a passing of a sentence…
It's the feeling of King fucking Kieran.
Bitches and gentlefucks… did you miss me?
We’re ten months into the reign of King Kieran and you've barely gotten a chance to see me do a little wave let alone swing a sword down on some poor sap's neck!
But… why would you get to see me?
I’m the fucking KING while you’re all just peasants with no other purpose in life than to plant seeds in the field while I plant seeds in your women - if you catch The King’s drift.
You don't deserve to see me.
And this kingdom? Full of animals and bear shit? This is the kingdom you deserve.
And you deserve it far beyond when my reign is due to end.
So… that brings me to tonight. You're all here to see if a guy who wasn't even good enough to make it to the finals to fight me for this crown last March; or the guy whose last pinfall came at MY hands back in September, is good enough to take down the guy who constantly seems to position XWF as his second priority. And you're all going to go nuts for it!
Because of course you are.
Because you bring this shitstorm on yourself.
And what I want you to remember, right now, is that even if it's just for two more months - there is a crown atop my head. And this crown is a goddamn reminder that there is someone better than the scraps of meat you're left rooting for!
I am the King of the XWF and I am a looming fucking spectre over whoever wants to call themselves the best.
I LET everyone kid themselves that one of them can be ‘the guy’... I let them fight for that honour! But this is MY kingdom, and seeing you all descend into madness, clawing at each other's bootyholes until you're beaten and bleeding… well… that's just the way I want my kingdom to be.
I don't need to act. I just need to exist, and you will be below me. It's some law of nature, circle of life, type shit.
And I've grown used to this status quo.
So… while everyone here is bracing for Snow Holds Barred, I'm here tonight to open your eyes a little wider.
The Ides of March is coming…
A new king is due to be crowned…
But there will be NO PEACEFUL TRANSITION OF POWER.
There won't even be a transfer, period!
Because while you all focus on tonight, I'm here to announce that THE KING WILL BE ENTERING THE MARCH TOURNAMENT ONCE AGAIN.
And I… the GREATEST TOURNAMENT PERFORMER IN XWF HISTORY… the only man to have won the annual tournament in both the golden days and the modern era… will be going BACK TO BACK!
Enjoy your night.
Because, come March, I will STILL be king.
And then come April…
I'm going to disa-fucking-ppear again, leaving you all to KNOW that you're just second fiddle to a man who could swoop in at any moment to claim everything you have, as is my RIGHT as king.
Now, then, forever.
Twelve more months of King Kieran!
Bitches and gentlefucks… see you in March.
The microphone snaps up out of King's hand and the camera lingers on his steely gaze before cutting back to ringside.
JC: There you have it! King Kieran is the first warrior putting his name in the hat for this year's King of the XWF tournament!
BG: The greatest tournament performer in XWF history aims to go back-to-back! It's hard to argue with that!
JC: Indeed it is! Now… can someone get these wild animals out of here? We've got some wrestling to get to!
The camera cuts away to a Vinnie Lane penis pump commercial to allow some tidy up.
JC: Brody, the show has only just started and the electricity is OFF the CHARTS!
BG: Absolutely, Jacko! This might be the most star-studded opening match in the history of XWF! Of all wrestling!
The crowd waits with bated breath…
…
As a small horse-drawn wagon, made from knotted wood, rolls down the stadium tunnel…
JC: …Huh. Not exactly the epic entrance I was imagining…
Three cloaked figures sit in the wagon…
As they lift their hoods…
Game Girl! Roxy Cotton! And Scoops McGee!
Suddenly, from the stadium tunnel behind the wagon…
COMES A FEROCIOUS FIRE-BREATHING DRAGON!
BG: Wh-wh-what?!? How much budget do this show have?!?
A big animatronic dragon, looking straight outta Universal Studios Florida, crawls on its mechanical claws out of the tunnel…
AND BLOWS A STREAM OF FIRE!
Our three competitors deftly dodge-roll out of the way…
As the cart bursts into flames!
JC: Wow! What a show!
The dragon continues to creep further and further out of the tunnel… As Scoops, Roxy and Game Girl narrowly weave, strategically retreating back toward the ring… dipping and ducking the dragon’s claw swipes and fire-bursts…
The dragon has almost made it halfway down the ramp… As Game Girl climbs the turnbuckle, ushering her teammates behind her!
The Dragon reels back its mighty roar…
JC: Is it going to consume the whole ring in flames?!?
When Game Girl lets out a mighty…
A wave of energy from Game Girl’s mighty dragonborn shout pulverizes the dragon’s face! Like a shark that got punched in the nose, the dragon retreats, leaving the good people of Edmonton in tact to enjoy the show!
The crowd applauds the fireworks as show as Game Girl and Roxy wave to the crowd… Scoops scratches his head, shrugging, as if accepting that’s what wrestling is these days…
…
Over the Stadium PA, a horn blares…
Emerging from the stadium tunnel…
Wearing Viking furs atop their wrestling attire…
Is THE Revolution! Mark Flynn, Bobby Bourbon, Schism!
Flynn raises the horn and blows it again!
The three stomping in unison, as one collective unit, march down the ramp, toward the ring!
BG: Well, it's no dragon-slaying adventure!
JC: But, it is a demonstration! These three are one! One unit poised to disrupt the XWF!
BG: Yeah, yeah, but are they going to get the win tonight?
JC: We're about to find out!
| Bobby Bourbon | Mark Flynn | Schism - vs - Game Girl | Roxy Cotton | Scoops McGee No DQ - Tornado Tag 1 Team Collab - 6k |
The referee points toward GG, Roxy, and Scoops. GG pumps her fist, Roxy raises her arm and points skyward. Scoops points at his opponents.
“Team, ready!”
They nod. The referee points at Flynn, Schism, and Bobby. Bobby cracks his shoulders, glaring across the ring. Mark snarls and lets out a brief shout. Schism slowly removes his sunglasses.
“Team, ready!”
JC: Here we are, Snow Holds Barred is about to set off with a bang!
BG: The referee instructing both teams of trios across the ring, and here we go!
*ding*ding*
Bobby picks up Flynn and immediately hucks him across the ring with a fastball special off break, catching Game Girl with a cross body sending both tumbling out of the ring! Roxy follows with a dropkick to Bobby, sending him to the corner!
Schism and Scoops square off, and lock up in a test of strength!
JC: Both men here have renowned tensile strength, Brodie!
BG: Scoops has been gripping men across North America while Schism’s hands have been on more men across Europe than anyone!
Schism and Scoops dig in, their legs shaking as sheer hand strength versus hand strength combat ensues. Roxy follows Bobby into the corner with a Superman punch! On the outside, GG and Flynn have landed on their feet, exchanging lightning fast rights at one another!
JC: Flynn and Game Girl look like they could fight all night long!
BG: Some weirdos think they do!
Schism gains an inch of advantage in the test of strength! Roxy with a standing side kick to Bobby, but no, Bobby catches the boot! Game Girl with a right, then a left, then a back kick!
COMBO!
Flynn backs into the guardrail! Game Girl shift slides in! Punch! Punch! Raging Uppercut! Hyperbomb! Romper Stomper!
SUPER COMBO!
JC: The fans here are loving it, vintage Game Girl!
BG: There’s action all over!
Scoops backs Schism off, creating distance and nullifying the leverage! Bobby goes to lift Roxy, but she hits a forearm and whips Bobby out of the corner! Bobby plows into Scoops in the middle of the ring with a huge clothesline as Schism looks absolutely shocked like he just watched someone get hit by a bus AND at his partner's power! Roxy steps out of the corner, faced down now by both Schism and Bobby!
From the top rope, springboarding in we see Game Girl, catching Bobby with a huge meteora! She presses her weight with a pin!
1…
2…
Schism breaks up the pin with a boot to the head of Game Girl! Just as he does, Roxy grasps him with a rear waistlock! Flynn rolls back into the ring.
JC: You really gotta soften your opponent up before hitting big moves!
BG: Thanks, genius, next you'll say you gotta chew your steak before you cut it.
JC: Woah.
BG: Sorry, I always just wanted to say that.
Roxy cinches in a headlock onto Schism! Flynn to his feet, he puts Roxy into a headlock! GG to her feet, and she slinks a headlock around Flynn’s neck! As she does, Bobby scrambles, and gets her into a headlock! Scoops is finally to his feet, and he places Bobby into a headlock! Schism, reaching with all his tensile might, grasps Scoops, and all six competitors are in a headlock circle! They all rear back, and throw left uppercuts! All six fall to the mat! The referee is in awe as the fans all chant!
*THIS IS AWESOME!*clap, clap, clap clap clap*THIS IS AWESOME!*clap, clap, clap clap clap*THIS IS AWESOME!*clap, clap, clap clap clap*THIS IS AWESOME!*clap, clap, clap clap clap*THIS IS AWESOME!*clap, clap, clap clap clap*
Bobby takes the opportunity to use the ropes to climb to his feet. Game Girl kips up!
JC: Brodie, this is getting nuts…
BG: Spoiler alert, Jackie!
Game Girl crosses her arms across her chest and laughs at Bobby. Bobby hurls a cryogenic grenade at Game Girl! She freezes solid! Bobby walks up to her, slowly, cocking an eyebrow.
SHORYUKEN
Bobby lands the massive roundhouse uppercut. As he does, from nowhere, we hear a voice.
The rest of the competitors flee the ring, bewildered. Flynn and Roxy look at each other then back into the ring. Schism and Scoops hold hands. GG stands, rubbing her jaw, smirking back at Bobby. Bobby looks back at her, cracking his neck. GG cracks her knuckles. Bobby blinks, his jaw furrowing, showing respect at cracking joints at such a time.
JC: Bobby Bourbon’s first opponent at an XWF special event was Game Girl!
BG: And that was Relentless. Almost ten years ago, Jackie, and Bobby was her first opponent at the biggest show in wrestling!
”I forgot how fun you are.
”That’s okay.”
“You’re gonna learn, today.”
The lights flicker in Edmonton. The crowd all hold up their phones, and somehow, all their phones play the same thing at max volume.
| ROUND 1 |
Mark Flynn and Roxy Cotton stand on a narrow bridge. Both look absolutely mortified by the high strangeness of a match with Bobby and GG.
Both cautiously walk towards each other as spike jut up from the bottom of the chasm the bridge crossed. Both shriek in terror. Both reach down and tap out immediately and simultaneously. The referee, barely still alive at the bottom of the chasm with huge stakes impaling him, signals the next round.
| ROUND 2 |
Schism and Scoops McGee find themselves atop a speeding train.
Nothing the wily vets haven't seen before.
Schism and Scoops approach each other, and wisely, assist each other into the train car to safety.
The referee goes to blow his whistle, your guess train or referee, but is decapitated.
BG: You know what that means Jackie.
JC: Indeed, Brodie. Under XWF rule 3.221.8u7, upon death by decapitation and rendering the official unfit for reanimation, not caused by any party at stake in the match, competitor or otherwise, the match shall end in no contest to be continued to the next round.
BG: As everyone knows.
| ROUND 3 |
Flashbulbs fire off as cameras everywhere take advantage of the benefit of flash photography.
Bobby and GG face each other from opposing corners. World fighting tournament rules. GG simply takes to the air, hovering, while Bobby looks up. She begins lobbing ki energy willy nilly. A blast to Schism. A blast to Flynn. A blast to Scoops? A blast to Roxy? Uncontrolled energy output courses from Game Girl, lobbing virtual mortars into the crowd! One nails Bobby!
JC: THIS IS INSANE!
BG: THIS IS SNOW HOLDS BARRED, JACK!
Bobby staggers as Game Girl looks to approach critical mass! He glares at GG and begins to channel his ki energy! GG launches a concentrated blast of energy at Bobby, which explodes around him!
JC: Oh my God!
BG: Bobby’s been blown to smithereens!
JC: Not quite, look!
The crowd looks in awe as Bobby stands from the blast, his mask back on him.
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Bobby launches himself at Game Girl, and as they collide, they seem to vanish in a flash of light!
Roxy looks baffled, but Schism capitalizes with a roll-up!
1…
2…
Scoops breaks up the pin! He's immediately met by Flynn and a back chop! Roxy and Schism scramble to their feet, exchanging forearms with one another! Scoops with an overhand right to Flynn! No, Flynn ducks the blow, hoisting Scoops and landing an atomic drop! At the same time, Roxy hits an inverted atomic drop onto Schism! As both Scoops and Schism recoil, Roxy and Flynn square off with one another! Flynn ducks and grabs Roxy in a rear waistlock, but Roxy with a back elbow! Roxy with a Russian leg sweep to Flynn! Scoops hits Schism with an overhand right, sending him back! Scoops climbs to the top rope, Prairie Dog onto Schism! The two collide into Roxy! All four competitors are down!
Suddenly…
JC: Another flash of light, this is getting wild!
BG: I know and I love it!
Back in the arena, looking as though they’ve been battling for nearly ten years, we see Bobby and Game Girl again in the ring! They survey the damage around them, and rouse their teammates, before another flash of light blinks something else into the arena!
![[Image: UltimaWeapon-ffvi-ios.png]](https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/1/19/UltimaWeapon-ffvi-ios.png)
JC: HOLY SHIT IT’S THE ATMA WEAPON!
BG: OR THE ULTIMA WEAPON!
The Atma Weapon roars.
Scoops readies a sword technique.
Roxy transforms into her Esper Form. She casts Ultima.
9999
Flynn readies a Blitz!
X, Y, Down, Up
Flynn does Suplex to Atma Weapon.
4330
GG uses Metronome!
GG readies a Blitz!
R, L, Up, Down, Right, Left
Game Girl sacrifices herself to heal the entire party!
Scoops, Roxy, Flynn, Schism, and Bobby feel rejuvenated!
Bobby uses a Phoenix Down.
Game Girl rises to max HP.
Atma Weapon attacks!
-2230
Bobby Bourbon tanks the paw swipe of the ancient enemy to the XWF.
Schism casts Grand Train!
7300
Atma Weapon takes its second strike!
-2430
Game Girl barely flinches at the touch of the Atma Weapon.
Atma Weapon is some bullshit! Casts Ultima!
-5400
All members of the party are staggered. Consult the instruction manual for more information on ‘staggered’.
Scoops is holding his sword. Waiting.
Roxy casts Curaga, all of the competitors and the referee are completely rejuvenated. The other referees reanimate from the dead and are ringside! The XWF Universe can’t stop eating it up!
*XdubF*XdubF*XdubF*XdubF*XdubF*XdubF*
Roxy casts Massive Team Finish, waiting on other teammates.
Flynn readies a Blitz for the Massive Team Finish.
GG readies a spell for the Massive Team Finish.
Bobby readies a Tools for the Massive Team Finish.
Scoops uses his Sword Tech!
MULTISLASH DELUXE MX 7
Scoops hits the enemy a bunch of times.
-9999
Scoops readies a Sword Tech for the Massive Team Finish.
Schism completes the casting of Massive Team Finish, with a kicker, making it Massive Ass Team Finish.
The Atma Weapon roars.
Scoops comes in and smacks the Atma Weapon in the nose! Schism grips it’s tail! Roxy lobs a bottle of grease under it’s feet. Roxy Cotton carries grease with her everywhere she goes, it’s true, look at her character page, always carrying grease, oldest Roxy Cotton trick in the book. GG casts PK Flash, letting it arc towards the spine of the Atma Weapon. Mark does a button kerjigger and soars with a flying headscissors, THE flying headscissors of all time, at the Atma Weapon. Bobby pulls out a circular saw, and the rest of the competitors are really fucking grateful that Bobby never pulled that out in a match before, because for fuck’s sake, why would there be a circular saw in a wrestling match?
Answer: the match is in the XWF.
Bobby punches into the Atma Weapon, hoisting it along with the Revolution while their opponents lay the hammer down with a PK Flash ++ with a Sword Tech channeling a PK Flash causing it to burst into pyrotechnics!
| The Atma Weapon is Defeated |
Suddenly, the entire stadium erupts as all six competitors are standing in the ring. The referee looks to his right, seeing Roxy, Game Girl, and Scoops.
“Team, ready?”
All three signal they are ready.
JC: Ah, the referee is calling for a reset to this Trios match, Brodie.
BG: As they should, according to rule 54.298.4x0.
JC: Who could forget that one?
All three Revolutionaries are standing together, in their corner, as the referee looks to his left.
“Team, ready?”
Schism, Flynn, and Bobby nod.
The referee sets the match back in action!
Roxy comes in and hits Schism with a huge Superman punch!
Immediately after, Flynn hoists Roxy up, and brings her down with THE END!
Flynn stands, but is booted in the gut by Scoops! Dynamite Bomb from Scoops onto Flynn!
Bobby cocks his head sideways, then shakes his head no. Scoops turns, takes a boot to the gut, and receives a Bobbybomb!
⇦ ⇩ ⇦ ⇩ ⇦ ⇩ ⇦ ⇩ A+B
Game Girl uses Metronome! She boots Bobby in the gut, and plants him with a sitout Bobbybomb! The referee dives to make the count!
1...
2...
3!
| WINNERS: GAME GIRL, ROXY COTTON, AND SCOOPS MCGEE! |
JC: Folks, this next one has major implications for the XWF Television Title!
BG: No doubt there, Jacko! Four very game competitors are going to be throwing hands… And one lucky contestant is walking out with a ticket to the big dance! The status as number one contender to face the TV champion!
JC: Luck has nothing to do with it, Brody! It’s all about who’s the best!
As "Welcome to LA" blasts through the arena, the lights dim to a pulsating red. LA Blade strides out from the back, his silhouette barely visible until a spotlight hits him, revealing his menacing grin as he makes his way to the ring with flair.
BG: Now, this LA Blade fellow…
…
BG: When you talk about LA Blade, I mean…
…
BG: Jacko, who IS LA Blade? I know, of course, I’m just testing you.
JC: That’s just it, Brody! LA Blade came out of nowhere. No one knows jack about where he's from or what he's after, except that he says he's in it just for the kicks! And that’s straight off his roster page! And he has NO shortage of confidence, challenging not only his opponents tonight, but launching a warning shot across the nose of all three wrestlers competing for the TV Title later tonight!
"Forgotten" by The Plot In You plays throughout the arena. The lights go out. Once the beat drops, a spotlight shines on the entryway, where SOLOMON KLINE appears inside the light, clad in a black hoodie over his ring gear and kneeling on his right knee. As the lyrics come in, he stands, removes his hood and surveys the crowd as sparks rain down around him. He grooves his way toward the ring, and high fives fans along the way. He circles the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He continues rocking out to the song and at the 1:50 mark, he goes to the turnbuckle with a primal scream as the lyrics say "I have spent my life chasing things that have only brought me pain. In the end when I'm dead, hope it was for something!"
JC: Solomon Kline has been very impressive in his first few matches in the XWF!
BG: Very true. He’s faced and held his own against some of the very toughest in the back, including Mister Oz and Aurora! But, he has yet to log a win thus far in his journey!
JC: But, with talent like his, the second they start coming, it’s gonna turn into a flood of success!
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, the haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. A hulking horned beast appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until "The Monster Machine" is revealed in full. The dark and Gothic chanting of “Night of the Wolf” by Nox Arcana continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.
BG: Oh my God… Now, this guy I have nightmares over!
JC: Enigma is absolutely one of the most towering forces in the XWF! Absolutely physically dominant!
BG: If the other competitors are smart, they’ll work together to take this guy out early… Otherwise, he’ll scoop all three of them in his arms and break them in half SIMULTANEOUSLY!
"Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita"
ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron, turning towards the crowd as he removes the horned skull mask, revealing his soot-streaked face and colourless eyes. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest.
…
B L A C K.
A distorted march and shrill, ear-splitting violins attack the mass of attendants with visceral intent, triggering a contentious wave of hateful screams and wails. The music builds, and builds, until GORGO's voice ECHOES throughout the arena…
…NOW WE BECOME DEATH…
…THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS…
♫ GO BACK TO SLEEP! ♫
CUT TO: THE STAGE.
A Perfect Circle's COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP violently assaults the listeners with its droning march as SMOKE AND RUIN crawls across the platform in strobing white light. A single spotlight shines down to center stage as Maynard begins singing the first verse.
♫ Don't fret precious, I'm here ♫
♫ Step away from the window
♫ And go… BACK TO SLEEP ♫
From below, GORGO slowly rises out of the stage surrounded in dark haze and flashing light. Blonde hair is smeared black with grease and hangs in wet tangles. Face painted black and white and marked with pagan symbology. White eyes outlined in black. Their smile, their awful smile, stretched into a hideous, crazed grin. Muscular shoulders and arms, but with feminine curves in all the right places, covered in black smeared grease paint. Their perfect, terrifying form elevates to the stage level with their shoulders heaving and body twisted into a grotesque, animalistic hunch.They are YELENA GORGO. The Woman Who Laughs. The Mama-san. The Mad Queen.
♫ COUNT BODIES LIKE SHEEP ♫
♫ LIKE SHEEP ♫
♫ LIKE SHEEP ♫
♫ LIKE SHEEP ♫
♫ LIKE SHEEP ♫
♫ LIKE SHEEP ♫
♫ LIKE SHEEP ♫
♫ COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP TO THE RHYTHM OF WAR DRUMS ♫
BG: …Okay, fine. THIS… creature… is gonna give me *new* nightmares!
JC: Yelena Gorgo is one of the most… unorthodox competitors in the history of the XWF! They’re also one of the most effective!
BG: Could you stop talking, Brody? I… I just don’t want to look our way!
They begin walking down the aisle but with a strange gate, more like a prowling animal, all while twisted giggles escape their mouth like a jackal's cry, causing their shoulders to hunch up and down with each hee-haw. Everyone watches their every movement. Shrieks and boos spew out of the mouths of everyone in attendance. All of them have nothing but utter contempt and disgust for Gorgo but every single one of them is standing to get a glimpse of them.
Gorgo crawls on their belly under the bottom rope and then pulls themself across the canvas to the middle of the ring. They sit up on their knees and then bend at the waist awkwardly backward, like a contortionist possessed by the devil. Then, suddenly, they lurch forward and let out a primal, howling, death metal scream with every muscle contracted and veins bulging outward through their skin as the house lights rise.
…The official nervously creeps past Gorgo as the music fades out…
The outdoor stadium in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, buzzes with excitement despite the heavy snowfall. The icy wind cuts through the crowd, but their energy refuses to wane. In the ring, the four competitors are visibly adjusting to the conditions. Snowflakes cling to their bodies, and the slick canvas poses a challenge. Each wrestler’s expression conveys their anticipation: LA Blade bounces on his toes, grinning with reckless excitement; Enigma glares down at him, his jaw set in focus. Solomon Kline scans the others, his face tense with determination. Yelena Gorgo tilts their head, a mocking smirk betraying their disdain for their opponents.
| #1 Contender to TV Title LA Blade - vs - Solomon Kline - vs - Enigma - vs - Yelena Gorgo Fatal 4 Way |
As the bell rings, there’s a setting of feet, a little circling… Each competitor leaning back to see who strikes first…
EXCEPT FOR LA BLADE!
With a sudden burst of energy, Blade lunges at Enigma, surprising the towering powerhouse. Enigma’s eyes widen in shock as Blade’s leaping crossbody slams into his chest, staggering him back into the corner.
JC: LA Blade! Proving from the first moment of his XWF career that he is not all talk! He spoke like he was coming at everyone who stood in his way and he is NOT waiting an instant to take the fight to the largest man in the ring!
Blade’s movements are frenetic, his punches flying with wild abandon. Enigma flinches with each blow, his grimace deepening as he’s forced into defense.
Meanwhile, Kline and Gorgo square off in the center of the ring. Kline’s brows knit together as he glares at Gorgo, his posture radiating strength. Gorgo, in contrast, smirks condescendingly, clearly unimpressed. They feint a lock-up, then lashes out with a sharp oblique kick to Kline’s knee. Kline’s grimace betrays the sting of the strike, but he swings a forearm in retaliation.
Gorgo ducks it, their smirk widening into a malicious grin, and spins into a back fist that catches Kline on the jaw, making him stagger back with a grunt of pain.
At the same time, with a roar, Enigma shoves Blade off, his frustration evident in his bared teeth and narrowed eyes.
Blade, undeterred, rolls backwards, lands on his feet and charges again, his expression fierce. He delivers a running dropkick to Enigma’s chest, drawing a loud gasp from the crowd. Enigma stumbles, bouncing off the turnbuckle, his surprise turning to anger. Blade seizes the moment, locking in a twisting neckbreaker that finally brings the giant to the mat.
The crowd erupts, their cheers echoing through the snowy stadium, as the unexpected dominance of Blade draws them in.
BG: LA Blade is going after Enigma like a lumberjack going after a redwood! One big strike at a time!
JC: Brody, I’d bet MONEY you don’t know anything about lumberjacks.
Kline… measures how to attack Gorgo, who’s daring him to try again… When he suddenly splits off Gorgo, opting to attack Blade from behind as Blade rises from his neckbreaker! Blade goes up-and-over the ropes and out to the floor below!
BG: Wise move by Kline, going after the easier meal!
The chaos intensifies as the match spills out of the ring. Blade rolls out to catch his breath, his hands on his knees as he exhales sharply, his expression momentarily weary.
JC: Here’s the other side of the coin of starting the match with that big burst of energy… Ya gotta recover, Brody!
Gorgo, noticing this, sneers and slides under the ropes, pursuing him.
Blade finally catches his breath, turning around…
FACE TO FACE WITH YELENA GORGO!
Their eyes light up with cruel delight as they whip Blade into the steel barricade, the impact drawing a grimace of pain from him. Blade, for the second time in as many minutes, ends up ass-over-teakettle, getting tossed over something!
Inside the ring, Enigma and Kline trade heavy blows. Kline’s face twists with effort as he absorbs Enigma’s powerful strikes, but he counters with a fierce superkick that snaps Enigma’s head back. Enigma hits the mat!
Kline, not wanting to waste this opportunity, dives on to make the cover!
The official counts…
1!
Gorgo’s ears perk, hearing a count… Her body shifts back under the ropes…
2!
Kline clings onto the pin, his expression hopeful, but his hope is dashed as Gorgo slides in and delivers a vicious running knee to his head, their face alight with vicious glee!
JC: Close call! Solomon Kline almost stole this match in record time!
Blade, recovering on the outside, shakes his head and clenches his fists, his eyes narrowing with renewed focus. He hops over the barricade, and sprints back into the ring!
JC: LA Blade is absolutely EXPLOSIVE in his ability to accelerate!
Gorgo’s keen senses pickup Blade’s reentry. They turn, aiming to catch Blade with a spinning heel kick…
Blade ducks!
Blade blows past, rebounding off the ropes! And he goes into FIFTH GEAR of speed, hammeringwith a running clothesline that floors Gorgo!
Gorgo does a full spin in midair, before landing on their face! Their expression turns into one of stunned disbelief!
JC: WOW! Did you see that?!?
Kline has crawled backwards into the ropes, licking his wounds after Gorgo’s knee to his skull… Enigma is still lying in the center of the ring
Blade then turns his attention to Enigma, his grin returning as he springboards off the middle rope…
PICTURE! PERFECT! CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!
JC: Oh my God! I’ve never seen anything like that!
The crowd roars as Blade lands perfectly, hooking the leg!
The official counts!
1!
Cline goes to crawl to break it up…
2!
Cline’s too slow!
…
BUT ENIGMA FORCES HIS OWN SHOULDER UP!
Enigma shows raw power, sending Blade sprawling off him with that kickout!
BG: Phew, you wanna talk about close calls! Blade almost snatched that match from everybody!
JC: No one can accuse LA Blade of not coming at this opportunity with everything he’s got!
Blade, now fully in his element, stalks his opponents with a look of fiery determination.
Enigma, still furious at how much offense he’s taken thus far, sees Blade rising, and aims a wild lariat to behead the upstart!
But Blade dodges! Enigma’s arm swipes over his skull, Blade reaches up, wrapping his hands around Enigma’s head…
BIG Knee Lift, his face lighting up with triumph as the strike connects! Enigma stutter-steps backwards into the ropes!
Blade then turns to Kline, who’s rising off the mat his expression one of confident calculation. Kline steps forward, grappling Blade into a collar-and-elbow…
JC: Kline trying to slow this one down… Blade has been running the show thus far with his high-octane offense!
With a roar, Blade breaks Kline’s grapple… AND lifts Kline over his shoulder!
LA DROP! Death Valley Driver)
Kline is planted dead-center of the ring!
BG: WOW! No way!
JC: Blade is going absolutely bananas out there!
Blade, heart racing as the crowd chants his name, moves to the apron!
BG: What are you doing, kid?!? PIN HIM!
Blade climbs to the top rope, his grin widening as he prepares…
CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!
…The crowd holds their breath as he soars…
…IT CONNECTS!
The air is driven outta Kline’s lungs as Blade hooks both legs…
The official counts…
1!
Gorgo stirs from the mat…
2!
THEY DIVE ATOP!
…
……
BREAKING IT UP JUUUUUUST BEFORE THE COUNT OF THREE!
JC: Amazing! LA Blade is a machine out there!
BG: But he hasn’t won yet, Jacko! And Gorgo looks ready to strike!
Kline rolls over to the corner, calculating that proximity to the ropes will prevent immediate pin attempts, allowing him to recover!
Indeed, even though Gorgo saved the match, their face a mask of seething frustration.
As the match reaches its climax, the intensity is palpable…
Blade and Gorgo both lift themselves off the mat… Gorgo seethes with palpable anger… As Blade becomes them to come at ‘im!
Suddenly, WHAM! Enigma levels Blade with a thunderous running big boot to the side of the head, his face a mixture of exhaustion and determination. Blade flaps to the mat in a heap…
JC: Gorgo and Enigma were partners last Warfare… But only one of them can leave this match as number one contender!
Enigma turns to Gorgo, breaking into a charging larait…
But Gorgo ducks! Enigma bounces off the ropes, looking to build momentum…
BUT GORGO TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A PERFECTLY-TIMED PUMP KICK!
Enigma drops flat on his back onto the mat…
Gorgo sneers confidently, going for the pin…
When Kline shoves himself out of the corner, catching Gorgo by surprise!
SPEAR! Gorgo gets SACKED down the mat!
…Ever the opportunist, Kline tries to crawl into a cover…
When BLADE explodesoff the mat, intercepting Kline with a running bulldog, slamming his face against the mat!
JC: It’s absolutely whack-a-mole out here, Brody! You take out one competitor, it feels like two more spring up their place!
BG: Just like redwoods for lumberjacks!
JC: Not at all!
Blade beats his fist against his chest, trying to scoop Kline up for another LA Dr-
WHAM! Enigma bursts across the ring, catching Blade with a boot to the stomach…
Like lifting a ragdoll, Enigma muscles Blade into the air… spins him around… AND DROPS HIM ON HIS FACE!
FACE ERASER! (Wheelbarrow Facebuster)
The crowd gets to their feet, as Engima slowly rolls Blade off his face and onto his back…
JC: This could be the finish here!
Enigma covers, his face straining with effort…
The official counts!
1!
2!
THRRNOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gorgo YANKS Enigma by the ankle off Blade!
Enigma rapidly rises to his feet… STRAIGHT INTO A HEADBUTT to the nose from Gorgo! Enigma backpedals woozily against the turnbuckle!
Kline rises unsteadily, his face etched with determination… but Gorgos’ expression hardens… as they deliver a pump kick that sends Kline tumbling out of the ring to the outside!
Gorgo then takes her boot and kicks Blade under the ropes and out of the ring as well!
With Blade and Kline down, Gorgo’s eyes lock on Enigma. Their lips curl into a wicked smile…
Enigma sneers… going for…
A HOMERUN DERBY DISCUS LARIAT!
…
……
DUCKED!
Effortlessly, with Enigma’s back to her, Gorgo locks in...
DEATH CLUTCH (DESUKURATCHI デスクラッチ)
Enigma’s arms wildly jerk and shake…
…When Gorgo suddenly TWISTS AND JERKS HIS NECK!
…His arms go limp!
…The official go to lift his arm…
…But it’s obvious he’s unconscious! The ref calls for the bell!
| WINNER: YELENA GORGO |
The crowd erupts in a cacophony of cheers and boos, the emotional investment of the match peaking at its conclusion.
JC: WOW! Four very game competitors went to war here!
BG: Enigma was a physical powerhouse! Kline on more than one occasion almost struck at the exact right moment for victory! LA Blade… after tonight, might be the future of this company!
JC: But, tonight there is one winner! One competitor who absolutely dominated from beginning to end! And they are Yelena Gorgo!
The snow continues to fall as Gorgo rises, her hand raised in victory. She grins wickedly, standing tall over Enigma as Blade and Kline look on from the outside, their faces a mixture of frustration and disbelief. The crowd buzzes with excitement, the chaotic and unforgettable match leaving everyone in awe.
Todd: Welcome back to Snow Holds Barred, Ladies and Gentlemen. Congratulations go out to our new number one contender to the TV Title, that fight sure is one to look forward to in the future...
BAMA: Yelena Gorgo gives me the creeps, but she survived a goldarned WAR out there! Whoever walks outta Canada with the TV Title doesn't have much tah look forward to in the future!
TODD: But our next match in mere moments is going to be for the XWF Revolution Championship and it will take place inside of a steel cage! Bama!
Bama: It’s cold out here in the midst of the Commonwealth Stadium but I can guarantee you that things are about to heat up. Crews are just now finishing installing the four large chain link panels around the ring that make up the cage itself.
Todd: With no roof to lower the cage from, we had to go a bit old-fashioned and bring the cage out in sections that fit firmly to the ring posts. This means, however, that the ringside area is now completely cut-off from the two competitors about to be locked inside of the structure. Could this be an advantage to either man?
Bama: Sure is, Todderick. Oswald is a 6 foot 8 inch behemoth with a hundred pounds advantage over the champion. Like he said, it’s going to be like locking an irate gorilla into close quarters and that’s never a good thing.
Todd: I can see how the challenger could take a kind of home field advantage in these circumstances. However, in Syn’s favor is the fact that the only way he can retain his title is by escaping the cage; either through the door, or more traditionally by scaling the cage walls. If it comes down to who is the better climber, Matthias may be the more elusive.
Bama: Well, we’ll see. Referees are checking over the structure now to make sure that everything is sound and that the fans in the front rows aren’t in harm's way.
Todd: Quite the opposite for the Revolution Champion and his Challenger.
Bama: Of course.
Todd: Looks like everything is good to go, folks! Get ready to sit back and watch a banger from the Anarchy Brand as our Revolution championship will… be… televised!
A choir stands on stage, in safe spots, as flame begins to erupt from the stage, as Oz walks out. It seems as if Oswald has literally paid for an entire metal orchestra, just to play him to the ring. As the first lick of the guitar hits the air and the drums start off, Oz starts to walk to the ring, dressed in a large white cloak covering his body. However, instead of entering the ring first, he waits. He stands there near the ring floor next to the edge of the ramp. He slowly pulls off the cloak, folds it and then places it on the edge of the ring, next to one of the posts before climbing up the steps and through the cage door where he goes to his corner, sitting down as he waits for the bell.
Bama: Wow. Oz truly is a specimen. I mean, just look at the man.
Todd: He’s made no secret that he’s been training new recruits in his down time. I wonder if any of his current students are ready to make the jump to the next level?
Bama: Oz is a plethora of wealth and knowledge, Toddy. Training regimens. Dietary plans. Ring mastery. The guy even knows how to fly like a bonafide luchador.
Todd: Yes, and soon perhaps to add multiple time Revolution Champion to an already long list of accomplishments. He looks composed, poised and ready for the challenge ahead.
Bama: The challenge is the longest reigning Revolution Champion in our history. The challenge is a champion who is the current longest reigning champion of all XWF champions. And the challenge has already defended against every other former Revolution Champion we’ve had. With all that being said, though, Oz still looks as crazy as he ever did.
The opening riff of The hangman's body count by Volbeat starts to play throughout the arena as the lights dim. Several red and purple laser lights envelope the stage as Matthias Syn casually walks through the curtain. As he steps onto the stage, he stops and acknowledges the crowd by stretching both arms forward while touching his balled up fists together. After several seconds he begins to nonchalantly walk down the ramp towards the ring, not allowing the fans to touch him. He walks up the steps and into the ring and poses on the ropes. As he drops down from the ropes he takes off his red leather shearling coat, hands it through the door to the ring girl and sits on the middle turnbuckle.
Todd: And here is the Current, Reigning and Defending XWF Revolution Champion, the revolutionary himself, Matthias Syn!
Bama: Speaking of composure, Syn made it abundantly clear this week in his promotional material that he was absolutely poking the bear that he was about to be locked inside a steel cage with.
Todd: Confidence is one of the most important things a fighter can carry out with them to the ring. And even though the tale of the tape might say otherwise, I don’t see any reason why Syn shouldn’t be confident leading into this match, Bama.
Bama: Syn has experienced both the highs and the lows here in the XWF, but when the chips are down and the Revolution title is on the line, he’s always pulled out all of the stops. So we’ll see if he knows what he is doing or if he’s going to regret his messages to Oz very shortly.
Todd: Will we have a new champion? Or will the Revolution continue on under Matthias’ guidance? We’re about to find out!
 XWF Revolution Championship Matthias Syn © - vs - Mr. Oz Cage Match 1 RP - 1K |
DING DING DING
The two men circle each other around the center of the ring with Oz calling for them to lock up. It’s no surprise who is the stronger man here, but Syn isn’t the type to back down from any challenge so he takes him up on the offer. Oz quickly backs him towards the ropes but Syn rolls to the side and gains leverage over Oz. Oz continues to reverse the leverage and rolls Matthias into the nearby corner.
Todd: It’s always interesting to pit size and strength against sheer toughness and grit, and that’s exactly what we’re getting here, right out of the gate!
Bama: Sure, it has the potential to be interesting - that is when you have two competitors like our Revolution Champion and Oz.
Todd: Well, there’s a reason these two are in that cage, everyone out here tonight knows there will be nothing left on the table when Syn and Oz are finished!
Oz looking for a big open hand palm strike on the chest of the champion but Syn ducks under and catches the big man with a back elbow instead. Matthias with some kicks before hooking Oz’s head for a Tornado DDT, using the ropes to gain extra height just for Oz to throw him off like a frisbee sending Syn stomach first in the center of the ring ten feet away.
Bama: I’ll never get used to watching a grown man, tossed across the ring like a ragdoll. That just goes to show the challenge that Matthias is facing here tonight.
Todd: A challenge he’s more than ready for! He’s not backed down from one yet!
Bama: Of course not, but has he faced down a bull in a china shop yet because look out!
Oz charges just as Syn is getting back to his feet. Rising knee lift nearly rips the oxygen out of the champs lungs. Oz hoists Matthias up for a delayed vertical suplex and begins to do squats when Syn wiggles out and lands on his feet behind Oz. Syn hits a standing dropkick between Oz’s shoulder blades but Oz doesn’t move at all.
Todd: Syn is going to have to do better than that if he wants to knock the foundation out from beneath Oz!
Bama: The champ is just getting warmed up!
Syn back to his feet, Oz turns with a short clothesline that Syn ducks. The Revolution Champ bounces off of the ropes and comes flying back with a leg lariat that causes Oz to stumble back a few steps, but still leaving him on his feet. Syn follows up more with sharp kicks to the calves of the challenger. Syn turns and charges the ropes again, coming at Oz full force for the knockdown blow. But Oz catches him in midair and plants him in the center of the ring with a massive Double A Spinebuster!
Bama: Now THAT’S a momentum stopper if I’ve ever seen one!
Todd: Like we said earlier, this is strength versus grit. Oz has been showing off thus far, it’s Syn’s turn to remind us all as to how he’s come this far as the XWF Revolution Champion!
Bama: If anyone can, it’s him! But methinks he’s going to take some more punishment first!
Oz in control now, semi-mounted forearm strikes as he punishes the champion while he forces him to work his own way back to his feet. Once there, Oz hoists Matthias up into a bear hug with the intent on punishing the ribs and the midsection even further. He wrenches in on the champion who has little choice but to clap the ears of his former Wargames teammate just to get his feet back down onto the mat. Syn staggers back to the ropes as Oz charges but Syn manages to get his boot up in time, kicking the charging Oz in the face. Oz staggers back. Syn turns and springboards off of the middle rope and comes flying in with a diving leg lariat variant that takes the big man down flat on his back!
Todd: And there it is! The first domino toppled!
Bama: Can he keep this momentum going?!
Todd: Or will Oz cut him off again before he can get anywhere?
Bama: It doesn’t look like Syn has any intentions of letting that happen!
Syn momentarily looks at the cage walls and back at his opponent who is already starting to stir. The challenger gets up to all fours before taking a shining wizard straight to the side of the head that takes him right back down. But Oz persists, and again Syn is using those educated feet to hit Oz with a superkick while he’s on one knee. Oz, instead of falling over, somehow has the force push him back up to his feet. Syn charges him but the challenger dips low and catches the champion with a high back body drop that sends him hard into the side of the steel cage!
Todd: The challenger refuses to stay down!
Bama: The champion took one heck of a hit into the side of the steel cage for his efforts! It’ll take more than that to keep Matthias down though!
Todd: I was going to say the same thing about Oz!
Bama: A war of attrition it is, then!
Syn crumbles through the small gap between the ropes and the chain link and to the apron under the bottom rope. He clutches his back as Oz turns his attention toward the cage door. He asks for the referee to unlock it as he walks towards the threshold. The referee places the key into the padlock and starts to turn it when Syn comes flying in from behind Oz with a stinger splash from behind that sends Oz chest first into the near turnbuckle. Syn then grabs Oz by the head and springboards off of the ropes planting him with a Tornado DDT!
Todd: Syn isn’t letting Oz get out of here that easily!
Bama: What a tornado DDT that was! Our fans could probably hear that all the way back in the US!
Syn looks up at the referee by the door who is standing by with the key still in the lock. Syn reaches through the cage and… snaps the key off in the lock! He tosses the large half of the key out into the crowd and has now effectively cut off the easier of the two escape methods.
Todd: And that’s why he’s the champ. Not only has he cut Oz off from the easiest exit - but he’s given himself the same challenge. Matthias Syn is as tough as they come, folks!
Bama: He sure is, but I don’t think Oz minds more of a challenge! Look out!
Oz comes in from behind however, and with a rear waistlock applied he starts german suplexing the hell out of the champion. One after another after another, all told and until the sixth german suplex where he releases Syn and tosses him halfway across the ring. Oz back up now, he walks over to the door and asks the referee to open it only to be told that opening the door is impossible.
Bama: Okay, well maybe he didn’t realize his opponent had cut off his original exit plan.
Todd: And that just so happens to be AFTER six excruciating german suplexes… What’s he going to do now?
Bama: Fair question, but better yet - How’s our champion going to respond?
The challenger turns his attention back to the champion, who somehow is beginning to stir. Oz grabs Syn by the throat with both arms and hoists him high into the air, but Syn counters with a knee under the chin that forces Oz to drop him back down to his feet. Syn attempts to lock in a standing version of a triangle choke but Oz fights right out of it. Syn with his back to the ropes, Oz charges forward looking for a spear but Matthias leaps over him and Oz spears himself right through the ropes and face first into the side of the cage!
Todd: Now there’s a momentum shift in Syn’s favor!
Bama: Oz ran into that cage like a car into a brick wall!
Todd: I can’t look away!
Syn follows up by grabbing Oz by the back of the head and grating his face along the chain links of the cage. Oz yells out in pain as he feels his flesh being put through this cheese grater like torture. Oz finally fights Syn off enough to escape but there is a trickle of blood starting to come from his forehead. Syn pulls Oz out away from the ropes and looks for the SYNthesis, but Oz spins out of it. Oz lands a short arm lariat that spins the champion inside out.
Bama: We knew it was only a matter of time before someone wound up bleeding.
Todd: Very true, but all too quickly, the challenge laid the champ out again! What’s it going to take to keep Oz down?!
Bama: Something tells me Syn won’t have any problems finding out!
Todd: Well he’d better hurry! Looks like Oz is going up!
Oz crawls his way over to the ropes and starts to pull himself up, not only to his feet, but up the side of the cage itself. The crowd here begins to stir and Matthias senses this as well. He pushes himself up to his feet and falls forward onto the ropes just managing to snag Oz’s ankle before he can pull himself up to the top of the cage. He yanks Oz back down onto the top rope and climbs up with him. The two men begin trading barbs and shots, with Syn focusing on the cut above Oz’s eye, when Oz suddenly locks in a Mandible Claw!
Todd: He’s got it locked in tight!
Bama: Can Syn fight out of it?!
Syn tries countering by bouncing Oz’s face off of the cage, but Oz keeps the hold locked in! Syn starts to fade, but as he does he falls down onto the top rope itself causing Oz to fall straight down nuts first onto the top rope itself! Syn flops down to the center of the ring, clutching his throat and coughing a bit. Oz struggles to pull himself up off of the top rope.
Bama: Ouch.
Todd: Very ouch. But maybe this is what Syn needs to get back into this thing!
Bama: All I know is the little Oz’s might be down for the count after that!
Just as Oz gets himself untangled, and back up reaching for the top of the cage, Syn comes flying in again, this time springboarding right up to the top rope. But Oz was waiting for him, however, and jumps with a massive top rope hurricanrana that sends Syn flying nearly from one side of the ring to the other!
Todd: Holy Mackerel!
Bama: That maneuver may have taken just as much out of Oz right there!
Oz hits the mat hard too, however, and both men are down for nearly the count of ten before either of them begin to stir. Oz is first up, but Syn is not too far behind him. Oz yanks Syn up into an overhead gorilla slam position and drops him straight down stomach first onto his knee. Syn writhes in agony on the canvas as Oz yanks him back up by the head and pops him up into the air. As Syn comes down Oz looks for a GTS style knee but Syn catches the leg out of midair. Dragonscrew Legwhip torques Oz down by the knee and Syn locks in a single-leg Boston Crab!
Bama: Syn’s got it locked in! Trying to keep the big man grounded!
Todd: They’ve both taken quite a beating, will it be enough?
Bama: At this point, I believe we could be here a while!
Oz has no choice but to pull himself and his opponent over to the ropes which would normally force a break instantly. But Oz has to reach up to the middle rope and then to the top to leverage himself up out of the maneuver. Syn finally lets go but Oz is clearly limping on the leg now. Syn with measured kicks to the bad knee but Oz explodes with an open hand palm strike to the chest that knocks Syn backwards a few feet. Matthias charges with a step-up enzugiri that’s ducked. Oz then grabs Syn by the waist and overhead release german suplexes the champion right into the steel cage!
Todd: Again into that unforgiving steel cage!
Bama: I gotta give it to these two, no matter what they’re given, they’ve given just as much, if not more back to their opponent. This has been an AMAZING fight for the Revolution title!
Todd: And it ain’t over yet! But how will that bum knee affect any attempt Oz makes to get out of this cage?
With Syn folded up like a ragdoll between the ropes and the cage wall, Oz shakes off his bad leg and begins to make the ascent. At a much slower pace than before, Oz pulls himself up the ropes, reaches for the top of the cage, and begins to hoist himself up into that treacherous no mans land ten feet above the ring surface.
Bama: Well, he’s made it.. But what now?
Todd: Syn had better watch out! Oz hasn’t got much further to go before he’s out of reach!
Syn finally squirms out of his predicament in time to see Oz pulling himself over to straddle the top of the cage. Matthias has to jump up and grab an ankle out of desperation. Oz tries to kick Syn off, but it’s the bad leg Syn has a hold of, and the champion will not let go. Syn uses his grip on Oz’s leg to both keep Oz in place and pull himself up. By the time he makes it to the top of the cage, the challenger is waiting there with another open hand palm chop that sends reverberations throughout the stadium.
Todd: WOW! What a smack!
Syn clutches his punished midsection but fires off with a headbutt to the cut over Oz’s eye and Oz hardly reacts at all. Once more Oz locks in the Mandible Claw and begins to tell Syn that he’s sorry for what he has to do. Out of desperation, Syn kicks at the sore knee before letting himself fall over the edge of the cage. Oz cannot afford to let the champions feet hit the ground first so he has to hold Syn’s entire body weight up by the “I Failed You” claw he has locked on!
Bama: How IS he holding Syn up like that?!
Todd: Sheer will! If he lets go, he loses! It’s as simple as that!
Bama: He’s got to get Syn back up to the top of the cage!
Oz struggles hard to get Syn’s body back up to the top edge of the cage, as the champion looks like mere moments from blacking out completely. Oz pulls with all of his strength to get Syn back up, which he does, but the moment he releases the claw Syn grabs Oz by the head and slams him face first down into the top of the cage!
Todd: Well, Oz succeeded.. But at what cost?!
Bama: Syn is full of surprises! But can he capitalize?
Both men dazed and woozy, straddling the top of the cage as they can do little more than to trade lazy forearm shots. Oz, bleeding pretty good now, lands a decisive blow that once more nearly knocks Syn off of the top of the cage and out to the floor. Oz has to grab Syn by the ankle and pull him back into the seated position, but as he does, Syn pops up with an elbow strike right between the eyes. Syn locks in the SYNtheory arm-trap triangle choke right here on the top of the cage, giving Oz a taste of his own medicine!
Todd: He’s trying to capitalize now, with that triangle choke!
Bama: That may be true, but they’re both still in a very precarious position and even one wrong move could spell disaster for either of them!
Oz struggles to break free, but can't, as Syn holds onto his last hopes of defending for dear life. Oz now takes a page out of Syn’s book and throws his other leg over the side of the cage, letting himself dangle over the floor! Now Syn quickly yanks Oz back, knowing he can’t hold onto the 300 pounder for long, but is forced to release the hold in the process. Oz headbuts Syn right back, plants his feet into the chain link on the floor side of the cage and begins his descent towards the floor. Syn has no hair to grab and nothing to stop Oz from dropping down!
Bama: This could be it! Syn doesn’t have anything to grab onto!
Todd: Oh no.. What’s the Revolution champ about to do?!
Eight feet above the ringside floor, and about half way down. Syn does the unthinkable. He jumps off of the top of the cage and grabs Oz on the way down, looking for a SYNthesis off of the side of the cage! But Oz somehow hangs on! Syn is dangling from Oz’s back as Oz grabs him to make sure that he doesn’t fall, either! Syn tries his best to fight off Oz, but Oz swings Syn wildly into the side of the cage, driving the side of his head into the steel!
Todd: Oz is doing everything he possibly can to keep Syn from falling to the ground, but I don’t know if smashing his skull in will help that cause or deter from it!
Bama: Well, if he’s not fighting back, maybe… I don’t know! I just don’t know! We’re on pins and needles here!
Syn goes a little limp the first time, and after the second swing, goes more limp than that still. Oz attempts a third swing when Syn puts his foot out to block the shot. Syn grabs Oz like a reverse STO, and drives the two of them down eight feet onto the ringside floor below! The referees all swarm around the two competitors now on the ringside floor. They declare the match is over!
Bama: It’s over! It’s over!
Todd: I think we’ve got a new champ!
The first referee waits for Oswald to make it to his feet and then raises his hands in victory! Oz is the winner and the new Revolution Champion!
Bama: No! No we don’t!
Todd: That can’t be!
The second referee waits for Matthias Syn to make it to his feet. He then raises Syn’s hand and declares Syn the winner and still the Revolution Champion!
The first referee reiterates that it’s Oz’s feet that definitely came in contact with the ground first.
The second referee disagrees.
Todd: They can’t agree on what happened when these competitors hit the ground!
Bama: Well that’s what the third ref is for!
A third referee does not know. But they will bring up the instant replay.
Todd: … A lot of good that did! They’ve gotta replay it!
A long moment passes as the replay is being reviewed. Clear as day, Syn and Oz seem to fall from the same height at a similar angle and both men’s feet seem to contact the floor at just about the same moment in history. What makes things hard to tell, however, is the snow accumulation on the ringside floor blocking an unimpeded view of the floor itself.
Todd: It’s impossible to tell who really hit the ground first!
Bama: After a match like that, I can’t believe it’s come down to this!
Todd: Wait! It looks like they’ve made a decision!
As the referees huddle, they seem to have come to a decision, and go to retrieve the Revolution Championship belt from the timekeepers table. But when they ask for it, the belt is gone. They point to Matthias Syn who has the belt in his possession and is making his way out through the crowd itself.
Bama: Syn has skipped town with the Revolution Championship! He wasn’t wasting time waiting around for them to figure it out!
Todd: Oz doesn’t look entirely thrilled about that.
By the time Oz realizes that Syn has hightailed it out of there with the belt, there’s too much distance between them for him to close the gap with his hurt leg.
Bama: But he can’t exactly pursue Syn either.
The referees have declared that due to replay not being one-hundred percent conclusive...
| WINNER AND STILL XWF REVOLUTION CHAMPION: MATTHIAS SYN |
Bama: “Up next we’ve got ourselves another four way dance, this time with the number one contendership to the Revolution championship hanging in the balance.”
Todd: “That’s right Bama, and in this match we have a very eclectic gathering of competitors all vying for….”
Bama: “Is that Jake Borden already in the ring?”
Todd: “I….I believe so….”
Bama: “How the hell does he do that…?”
Indeed, “Cavortin’” Jake Borden is already in the ring, and he appears to be calling for a mic!
Bama: “Oh please God no!”
When The Strom is Coming hits Latoya Hixx. they heard a voice laugh in the background and saw blue lights from the entrance and some smoke and rainfall coming down she walked onto the middle stage flexed her muscles walked straight down towards the aisle slapped a few XWF fans got inside the ring and dim the lights in the ring and she flexes her arms once more and spread her arms and climbs on the top rope and yell at her fans and tells them to let's go and climbs down off the ropes and waits for her Opponent to arrive.
Bama: “I’ve never been so happy to see Latoya Hixx.”
The honeyed rasp of Atara's voice blares over the facility's PA in unison with those words appearing on the multitude of screens and displays littering the arena.
HELLO DOVES
The crowd pops and gets to their feet shouting in near total unison a single word.
OPA!
Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose Atara emerges from the back taking spot centerstage atop the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.
Grunge walking to the ringsteps, she climbs and stops at the top to posture again for her adoring public. Hand on her hip, the Grecian moves to the middle of the apron to blows a final kiss to the camera and enters the ring through the middle rope.
“IMA BE THAT NAIL IN YOUR COFFIN!”
CYPH3R walks out to the ramp, clad in ring gear matching that of Tamako Ito, who is proudly standing next to him. He smirks and drinks in the boos from the crowd as Linkin Park’s “LIES GREED MISERY” plays over the speakers. He looks at the crowd from underneath his hoodie, then whips the hood off as the chorus hits.
He confidently walks down the ramp, hand-in-hand with Tamako, who is beaming at the crowd despite their heat. They make their way to the apron and Tamako holds down the ropes for CYPH3R to enter. In the ring he slowly walks to the ropes and leans forward, looking out into the audience. Tamako claps furiously and then takes CYPH3R’s hoodie as he prepares for the match.
Todd: “They’re all assembled, it’s time to kick this into gear!”
| #1 Contender to Revolution Title Atara Raven - vs - CYPH3R - vs - Jake Borden - vs - Latoya Hixx Fatal 4 Way 1 RP - 1K |
The bell rings and it’s instant bedlam! Latoya Hixx immediately turns on Atara Raven, elbowing her in the side of the head, followed by a nasty clothesline takedown. Meanwhile, Jake Borden appears to still be calling for a mic even after the bell has rung, but Cypher, ever the opportunist, takes advantage of his opponent’s distracted state by rolling him up from behind!
1….
2…..NO! Borden kicks out!
Bama: “Literally a second away from being the quickest match on the card!”
Todd: “Hopefully this’ll see the Cavortin’ one giving up on his desire to play to the crowd…or whatever it is that he does with a mic…”
Hixx continues taking it to Atara, walking her over to the turnbuckle and smashing her face into it, once, twice, but not three times as Atara puts the breaks on and back elbows Hixx in the face.
Meanwhile, Cypher stays on Borden, picking him up and suplexing him. Cypher then proceeds to stomp on Borden, who rolls to the outside with a quickness. Cypher turns his attention on the other competitors now, and seeing Atara gaining an advantage on Hixx he runs over and clubs Hixx in the back of the skull. But this does nothing but draw Atara’s attention, who lashes out at Cypher with a boot to the gut, followed by a Judgement of Paris high knee….but Cypher ducks under it, wraps Atara up from behind and drills her with a picture perfect bridging suplex into a pin!
1….
2….NOPE! Atara kicks out!
Todd: “Cypher 0 for 2 on pinfalls thus far in this contest.”
Bama: “Yeah, but don’t tell him to stop now!”
Meanwhile, Borden sneaks back into the ring behind Latoya Hixx, who was just recovering. Rising up behind the amazon, he double ear claps her! Hixx stumbles around to face him, and Borden nails her with a Lou Thesz press, followed by a rain of punches!
After Atara kicked out, she shot to her feet, only to be met with a spinning backfist by Cypher, followed by an on point dropkick. Cypher stays on the attack, landing a knee drop to Atty’s skull before trying to cover her again!
1….
2….
3..NO! Another kickout from Themis!
As this is occurring, Borden is still on the attack with Hixx. He irish whips her into the ropes, and nails her with a diving forearm smash. Borden goes for the cover now!
1…..
2….
3….NO! Hixx rolls the shoulder!
Bama: “Nice to see someone other than Cypher making a play at winning this thing.”
Cypher forces Raven to her feet, landing a series of chops to her chest, followed by a stinging european uppercut. After that, he measures Raven for a Boom, Headshot! But this time Raven ducks under the strike! She drop toe holds Cypher as a counter and then senton splashes him down with her back.
Back to Hixx and Borden, Borden goes to the irish whip well again, but this time when he whips Hixx she collides with Raven. Raven, falls to the mat, and looks up at Hixx angrily. Springing to her feet she starts raging at Latoya with a series of closed fist shots. Hixx stumbles away from Raven right back towards Borden, who lays into her with a haymaker that sends her back to Atara, and they pinball Latoya back and forth like this until Cypher surprises Atara from behind with a reverse DDT! He covers her again!
1….
2…
3…Atara rolls the shoulder up!
Bama: “Atara showing the resiliency of a goddess here tonight!”
As that is happening Borden scoop slams Hixx and then goes to the corner turnbuckle climbing to the top rope! He hits a double axe handle on Hixx and she goes down. But Borden isn’t done! He mounts the turnbuckle again, waits for Hixx to rise, and nails her with another double axe handle!
Todd: “I believe he calls that the Quadruple Axe handle.”
Bama: “An inspired name from an inspiring man.”
Borden covers Hixx!
1….
2….
3! Wait! NO! Hixx kicks out with a fraction of a second to spare! Borden looks at the ref in frustration!
Back to the opposite end of this bout, Cypher and Atara are now both upright and trading blows. Cypher soon gets the advantage with his advanced striking, punts Atara in the stomach and then bounces off the ropes with a scissor kick that drops Atty. Seeing that, Borden leaps on Atara for the cover! But Cypher, looking incredulous, drags Borden off and then tosses him over the top rope and to the floor!
Cypher stays on Atara, hefting her up and tossing her into the corner turnbuckle. He goes for a shoulder charge, but Atara counters with a desperation knee strike! She then floats behind Cypher and drops him up and over with the Birth of Venus! She covers Cypher!
1….
2….
3…..NO! Hixx breaks up the cover!
But Borden is back in the ring now, and he picks up Hixx from behind and suplexes her!
Cypher then pushes Atara off of him, looking irate at the goddess.
Bama: “Cypher not looking happy to be on the receiving end of a cover for once.”
Todd: “I’m sure having to be saved by Latoya sticks in his craw too!”
Cypher gets to his feet, glowering now at Atara. But Atara strikes first, kicking out at Cypher. But Cypher bats the kick away and lays into Atara with a punch. He then irish whips her into the corner, splashing her, and then bulldogging her back into the center of the ring. After that, Cypher pulls Raven up by her hair and tosses her brutally into the ropes! Atara rolls out of the ring in pain!
As this is happening, Borden again has Hixx on her feet. He lands a shot on her, she responds with a shot of her own, and then Borden follows that up with a discus clothesline that drops Hixx.
Cypher follows Atara out of the ring and measures her once more for the Boom, Headshot! He lets fly with the kick and it lands, cracking Atty upside the skull!
Borden picks Hixx up and sends her crashing down to the mat with a mighty body slam!
Cypher, with a vengeful gleam in his eyes, picks Atara up and sends her crashing into the crowd control barricade.
Borden hefts Hixx up once more and sends her back down with a second earth shattering BODY SLAM! Borden goes for the cover!
1….
2….
Cypher looks back at the ring and rushes for the apron….
…..but he’s too late!!!
3!!!!
| WINNER: "CAVORTIN'" JAKE BORDEN |
Bama: “What just happened?!”
Todd: “What just happened is that inconceivably “Cavortin’” Jake Borden just won this match and punched his ticket to face the Revolution Champion!”
Bama: “Well goddamn! Miracles ARE possible!”
The bell toles and we’re shown a graphic of the XWF Television Championship flashing across the screen. Everyone knows what time it is. And before we even get back to the commentary desk….
Sitting at ringside, in a very froofy coat is Peter Principle, Warfare GM... holding the Television Title in his lap.
JC: It looks like Peter Principle, in the interest of fair administration, has decided to give our usual timekeeper the match off and will be assuming his duties!
BG: Absolutely ridiculous! Principle *screwed* Shark out of his X-Treme title with his incompetence and NOW he's come down to ringisde to bumble around again!
JC: He's five feet away from us, Brody. He can hear ya.
BG: ...Anyway, our employer, doing everything in his power to ensure this match is FAIR and BALANCED...
JC: We’re jumping right into our second of SIX championship matches tonight folks!
A custom version of BEAST by Tech N9ne begins to blast on the arena's speakers accompanied by the reaction of fans in attendance.
Insanity at it's finest
Fire starter,
Riot maker,
Moon stricken,
Animal need,
Bad seed,
Untamable beast!
A cloud of ocean blue smoke fills the top of the ramp, as the special lighting shines down upon the smoke it gives off the appearance of waves.
Everybody around me always think they know what's going on inside my mind
think I'm Mr. Trash Talk all the time
How they say on Diary 'You think you know, but you have no idea'
As the music kicks in, Shark jogs out of the curtains on cue. The chains around his neck sparkling into the camera, the XWF Television Championship slung confidently over his shoulder. His cocky grin is wide, and he’s wearing a T-shirt with "Nickles Smells Like Trash" printed on it.
BG: There he is, JC! The champ himself, James Shark! A man is walking into this match with the swagger of someone who knows he’s the favorite.
He stands at the top of the ramp with his hands on his waist as he looks out into the crowd and takes a moment to look around at the packed arena. He nods his head with his typical cocky smile stretched from ear to ear. Before heading down the ramp he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out with his hands open, absorbing the mixed reactions of boos, cheers and screams coming his way.
He sings along to the music as he walks down the ramp, taking off his shirt on his way there and throwing it into the crowd without looking. Principle visibly shifts out of timekeeper's chair, behind Jacko...
JC: Uh, sir, actually, I... I'd prefer you di-
BG: C'mon, Jacko! Be a good employee and let your boss use you like a human shield! It's the right thing t-HEY! NO! NOT ME! HIM!
Principle is eventually swatted back to his chair where he tries to appear as small and unnoticeable as possible.
Shark slides into the ring and begins to bounce off the ropes before shadow boxing. He then walks around the ring mouthing out something to the crowd about his opponent, the insults continuing but the broadcast is unable to pick it up.
JC: Favorite, maybe. But when you’ve got Charlie Nickles and Tatiana Jolee breathing down your neck in a match like this, confidence only gets you so far. Shark better be ready to fight tonight, because this ain’t gonna be a cakewalk!
Shark reaches the bottom of the ramp... Something seems to drop from his waist...
JC: What was that?
BG: What was what? I didn't see anything.
Shark slides into the ring, bouncing off the ropes before raising the championship high above his head, mouthing off to the crowd
Suddenly Charlie’s music blasts through the speakers. The audience erupts into a a mix of boos and scattered cheers as The Nickleman emerges from behind the curtain, dragging a battered steel chair behind him. He smirks, looking like a man ready to unleash chaos.
JC: And here comes maybe the most dangerous man in this match, Charlie Nickles![/youtube]
[white]BG: You’re not kidding, JC. Charlie’s built for matches like this! No disqualifications, no rules, just a license to hurt people.
JC: Well, technically there ARE rules. It’s just that a triple threat can only be decided by pinfall or submission.
BG: Ha! Well, you can go tell that to Charlie Nickles if you’d like. He looks like he’s in wonderful mood, Jackie.
Charlie stops at ringside to jaw with a fan holding a “Shark Rules” sign. He rips the sign in half, tosses it to the ground, and rolls into the ring, holding his chair high like a trophy.
JC: Wonderful!
The guitar opening of “Plowed” by Sponge begins to play over the P.A system bringing attention to the stage as the lights strobe as if in sync with the tempo of the song.
JC: Brody?! Have you heard an ovation like this before?
This crowd in Edmonton is losing their minds!
Will I wake up, some dream I made up
No, I guess it's reality
What will change us, or will we mess up
Our only chance to connect with a dream
-KA-BOOM!-
The fireworks explode off the top of the tron bringing the end to the strobes as a spotlight illuminates the figure of Tatiana Jolee standing there. Her black leather jacket adorned with the Canadian flag shimmering under the lights. She pauses, raising her fist to acknowledge the roaring fans before confidently striding down the ramp.
BG: Listen to this ovation, JC! Tatiana Jolee is in her home country, and these fans are giving her the hero’s welcome she deserves!
JC: They love her here, no doubt about it, but let’s not forget who she’s up against. James Shark and Charlie Nickles aren’t the kind of guys to let a hometown advantage faze them. What differen does it make when there’s already a foot of snow at your feet! Tatiana’s gonna have to be more than just popular, she’s gonna have to be perfect!
Say a prayer for me
(Say a prayer for me)
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me
(Say a prayer for me)
I'm buried by the sound
Of a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
Where I'm lost and I'm found, and I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound
Announcer: “Making her way to the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia… TATIANA JOOOOOLEEEE!”
To see wide open with a head that's broken
Hang a life on some tragedy
Plow me under the ground that covers
The message that is the seed
With a confident expression, she heads down the ramp, walking up the ring steps and gliding across the apron. She pauses briefly to wipe her boots on the apron out of respect for all who share this ring. TJ enters through the middle ropes giving the hard camera a smirk and a little wink while removing her jacket before using the ropes in the corner to do one last mini-stretch - gathering herself for the fight ahead.
BEFORE THE BELL HAS EVEN RUNG!
CHARLIE IS IN A SLIDING RUN AT SHARK!
HE BASHES THE CHAMPION IN THE HEAD!
 XWF Television Championship James Shark © - vs - Charlie Nickles - vs - Tatiana Jolee Triple Threat |
The ref quickly signals the match. Shark tumbles over in the corner, his head is immediately split open. Charlie falls into the ropes awkwardly… TATIANA’S EYES GO WIDE!
Charlie stumbles back into a leaping codebreaker!
JC: THE DOUBLE CLUTCH OUT OF NOWHERE!
Charlie crashes face first on Jolee’s knees, she immediately flips him for the pinfall
1!
2!!
BG: THIS CROWD IS GOING CRAZY!
CHARLIE BARELY KICKS OUT!
He rolls out of the ring groaning, and falls to the snowy floor.
Tatiana catches her breathe as a bloodied Shark shakes off the cobwebs, and pulls himself out of the corner
JC: What a chaotic opening to the match!
BG: You can say that again, and James Shark was injured pretty badly
Blood leaks from his forehead and stains the snow. Shark and Tatiana cautiously face off.
The step toward one another, Shark feints a jab, causing Tatiana to react but before either can strike, Charlie slides back in and swings the chair wildly! Shark and Tatiana scatter.
Charlie mugs Tatiana from behind, shoving her toward the corner and cracks the chair across her back, sending her to her knees, but Shark capitalizes with a flying knee that knocks Charlie into the ropes.
BG: And the chaos aint over! I told you there were no rules! Charlie turned this into a hardcore match, but Shark’s not letting him have the upper hand.
JC: This is what makes triple threats so unpredictable. One second you’ve got the upper hand, and the next you’ve got James Shark’s knee in your face.
Charlie bounces from the ropes, and right into a spinning backfist from Shark! James is pissed, and scoops the chair out of the snow, as heavier flakes begin to fall into the stadium at a fast rate. Shark swings the chair down and smashes it over Charlie’s shoulder who's only just rolled to his side.
JC: My goodness! Had Charlie not rolled just then, he might’ve been decapitated!
BG: That’s how it works! Shark’s blood has been spilled, and now he’s out for blood!
Shark swings again as Charlie hollers out in pain. The chair crashes over Charlie’s shoulder again, and James tosses it aside now leaning down to-
OH!
Tatiana flies in with a front chop block to the champion! The crowd roars through the heavy snowfall! Jolee’s attack is calculated and clean, and she’s following right behind with a running forearm drop to the head on fallen champion, and is up, wrenching his leg down she just hit a cutblock into a kneelock.
The champ hollers out in pain. Rising up off of his shoulders with blood still gushing from his head. He’s unable to break the hold, but kicks as hard as he can with his free leg. But it’s no use. Tatiana shows off her technical prowess, flipping Shark over, and now has him locked ina single leg Boston Crab.
But Charlie is up with the chair again, he swings! Slower! Jolee has to break the hold and dive out of the way. But that doesn’t stop Charlie, he just runs at Shark, tucking the chair under his arm and jumping onto Shark with a steel elbowdrop.
Tatiana is on Charlie though, putting him in a front facelock, smashing his face with her knee. She keeps ahold of his head and runs with a bulldog, but somehow Charlie pushes her off, Jolee his the ropes, chest first and pops backward into A BIG SIDEWALK SLAM… ON THE CHAIR!
Charlie covers!
1!
2!!
JOLEE BARELY ESCAPES!
Nickels picks Jolee up and throws her over the top rope. But Tatiana catches herself on the apron, holding onto the rope. Charlie charges her!
BUT SHE DUCKS!
A BACK BODY DROP TO CHARLIE ON THE FLOOR!
Charlie crashlands and rolls down a mound of snow, hitting the guardrail. Jolee’s eyes are wide like she can’t believe the move landed. She looks at Shark beginning to stand in the ring, then at Charlie, weighing her options. But before she knows it, Shark is making her choice for her!
He’s boxing for her skull. A couple of dirty jabs and an overhand, and Jolee has her hands up trying to block in the corner now. Charlie climbs up to the apron and wrenches Jolee back by her hair, letting Shark’s furious punches land clean to her face. She’s busted up badly. Charlie swings over the rope, punching at Shark, clipping him in the head, but not clean. Shark hauls back and decks Charlie. The only thing stopping him from flying off the apron again is him holding onto the rope. Shark goes for a shoulder attack through the middle ropes, but Charlie was still dangling backward. Charlie swings back up toward the apron, catching James’ head between his legs.
OH MY GOD!
JC: A piledriver through the ropes and headfirst onto the ring apron!
BG: That’s the hardest, most unforgiving part the ring, Jackie. Shark looks to be in trouble here!
Shark falls from the apron and onto the frozen floor.
Charlie grains and climbs back to his feet, stepping back into the ring when-
ANOTHER DOUBLECLUTCH ON CHARLIE!
The codebreaker from Jolee has Charlie popped upright, and out on his feet. Jolee whips Charlie into the corner and liftshim with her shoulder onto the top rope. Jolee climbs to the middle rope, and hooks Charlie for a suplex!
But Charlie headbutts her, and grabs her by the ears, biting her forehead now. Jolee punches at him and wriggles away, climbing outside of the ring, but still positioned on the middle rope, fighting with Charlie. She forearms him in the nose, likely breaking, the shot is stiff and hard to watch. Blood spews, and Charlie’s vision is drowned with water. Jolee hooks him now, no problem…
AND SUPLEXES HIM FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE TO THE ARENA FLOOR!
The crowd in Edmonton is roaring for their own!
The impact is felt by Jolee too, but Charlie has been effectively eliminated from this match. He’s not moving.
But James Shark is starting to stir. His legs unsteady as his head feels like it’s been impaled into his spine from that piledriver. He stumbles over and sees Jolee lying on her back.
SHARKBAIT!
James doesn’t hesitate, he leaps onto Jolee with the diving superman punch, getting him booed like crazy by this partisan crowd.
Jolee’s head bounces off the floor.
He rolls her into the ring and covers her!
1!
2!!
NO!
Jolee just gets a shoulder up!
Outside the ring, Peter Principle leaps out of his chair, covering his heart...
Shark punches the mat, and presses Jolee’s shoulders down again!
1!
2!!
NO!
Peter Principle steps toward the ring, covering his head, nervously pacing... With the Television Title in his arms...
JC: Principle's nerves drawing him to watch this match a little closer...
After not putting this defense away, Shark’s pissed. Shark yanks Jolee by the hair to her feet and throws her into the ropes. Jolee rebounds - BUT COUNTERS! It’s another cutblock to the kn-
JAMES LEAPS OVER THE ATTACK!
He runs into the rope, rebounds and-
PAID IN BLOOD!
The flying elbow attack cracks Jolee right in the forehead as she turns around, splitting her wide open
SHARK COVERS!
Principle panickedly rushes toward the apron outside the ring, muttering 'pleasekickoutpleasekickoutpleasekickout'.
JC: THIS ONE MIGHT BE OVER!
1!
2!!
CHARLIE WITH A CHAIR!
He breaks up the fall, bashing Shark in the back of the head with a chair. He starts pummeling him with it now, over and over! Shark is helpless!
Charlie throws the chair down and lifts Shark up- A BIG SIDEWALK SLAM ON THE CHAIR! He pulls the chair back up and struggles to open the seat in its bended steel frame. He sits it in the ring, the legs unbalanced. He then turns his attention to Tatiana, lifting her for a vertical suplex onto the standing chair. Her spine smashing across the back of the seat.
He covers Jolee!
1!
2!!
BUT IT’S SHARK!
With nothing left in the tank, Shark shoulder tackles Charile off the pinfall.
And Charlie is about to make him pay! He lifts the champion up- hooking his arms for the the death drop!
But Tatiana fights back, attacking Nickles with a series of quick strikes to his knees, followed by a snap DDT onto the mat. But Tatiana is still in a lot of pain, and barely able to capitalize. She limps to her feet just as Shark recovers! He attacks her with a spinning back fist, but she ducks and counters with a dragon screw, targeting Shark’s legs. She wrenches it over again for a kneelock!
JC: This has been an absolute war, but Tatiana’s strategy is clear now- take out the already worn legs of both opponents. Smart move against two powerhouses like Shark and Nickles!
BG: Smart, but risky. She’s going to have to execute her moves perfectly to get a submission.
Charlie blindsides Tatiana with a forearm, breaking the hold before it really gets started. Then he grabs Shark and hits him with the Steubenville Screwdriver!
Shark slides out of the ring, out to the floor, by the ramp...
[white]JC: Wise veteran move by Shark, giving himself some time away from the carnage...
Principle nervously paces around the edge of the ring, watching the action as Charlie and TJ catch their breaths...
As Shark reaches on the mat for, retrieving... a bag? A bag full of white!
BG: What the hell is that? Snow?
JC: Some call it that, yes! It looks like Shark might be trying to get... a boost mismatch. Hopefully his attorney isn't watching this...
Shark starts to open the bag... As Principle, too focused on the action, trips over Shark!
Accidentally kicking Shark's powder into the snow around the ring!
...Principle looks backward, trying to figure out what he tripped over...
And sees on the ground, a FURIOUS James Shark!
Principle beats Shark off the ground, dropping the belt and hightailing it back up the ramp.
[white]BG: Good riddance!
JC: Shark may not have gotten the 'boost' he brought, but that anger coursing through his veins might help him fuel for the finale here!
Jolee beats Nickles in the race to get a vertical base. She’s damaged, but her motor is running, locking Charlie from behind in a sleeper hold. She wraps her legs around Charlie and drops the two of them onto the mat. Charlie starts to power out, turning to his stomach ontop of Jolee, but she flips him back down! Bashing him in the face again with a forearm before locking in a figure four!
Jolee is arching, putting as much pressure on Charlie as she can. He’s writhing in pain, ready to submit!
BUT IT’S SHARK SLIDING IN! He bashes Jolee in the face and locks her in a kimura arm bar while she still has the figure four locked in!
She’s screaming in pain! The three of them are a bloody mess as the heavy snowfall blankets this warzone. But with Tatiana struggling to not have her arm broken, Charlie is able to get his legs free. He scmrables up to his feet and tackles Shark over from behind. Jolee screams out in agony.
JC Did you see Tatiana’s arm Brody!?
BG: That was hard to watch! It might not be broken, but I don’t think it’s attached to it’s socket anymore!
As Charlie mounts James, pummeling him with fists, Tatiana crawls away with one side of her body, pulling herself up by the ropes with one arm. Her other arm is dead and dangling from her shoulder.
She looks woozy having lost so much blood, her face pale, and sweating even in the frigid conditions. She runs to the corner and rams it with her shoulder, forcing her arm back in the socket. She falls down after the impact, grimacing with pain, but at least able to use all of her limbs again.
Shark punches his way to his feet against Charlie, the two men going blow for blow in the center of the ring now, blood flinging all over the snowy mat. BUT SHARK STOPS AND CLEANS CHARLIE WITH A STUNNER OUT OF NOWHERE!
Charlie is out on his feet again, and SHark is flying in for BAID IN THE BLOOD!
BUT JOLEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
She hooks James from behind before he can move, SHE FLIPS HIM INTO THE CALGARY CRIPPLER! SHE WRENCHES BACK WITH ALL OF HER MIGHT!
Shark is in big trouble, and desperate. The pain is excruciating, and he could tap in a matter of seconds!
James reaches out, he’s almost got the ropes!
BUT JOLEE!!! SHE FREES A LEG AND STOMPS ON JAMES’ HAND!
HE’S ABOUT TO– NO HE IS! HE’S GONNA TA-
DEVIL HOOK DDT ON JOLEE!!!
CHARLIE COVERS TATIANA!
1!
2!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!
| WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEW TELEVISION CHAMPION: CHARLIE NICKLES!!!!!!! |
We come back from a reminder to renew your membership to the XWF Network with all four competitors in the ring!
The ring crew is currently sweeping around the ring to sweep away the rapidly accumulating snow on the outside... The competitors shiver, not just in the cold, but with anticip...
...
......
nation!
TODD: Folks, this next match is a Number One's Contender's Match for the Anarchy Title! And after the first Anarchy #1 Contender's match ended with Cypher out-of-position to break up the pin attempt...
BAMA: Ol' boy Bashy's calling an audible!
TODD: Exactly, Bama! Now, this next match is not only a Fatal Fourway! It's a Fatal Fourway Falls Count Anywhere!
BAMA: Absolutely, Todd! This time, these competitors'll have NO LIMITS on where they might try tah cross the finish line!
Outside the ring, a second official, dressed in big parka, delivers a thumbs-up!
The inside official, who isn't wearing a jacket and insists that it's not even that cold, signals to the timekeeper!
The bell rings!
| #1 Contender to XWF Anarchy Title MARISOL VILARÓ - vs - ROGER - vs - TOMMY WISH - vs - RAZOR BLADE Fatal 4 Way 1 RP/1K |
As the snow falls down in the stadium, our four competitors slowly circle one another, each radiating their distinct personalities!
Marisol Vilaró, chin high, grinning, rolling her shoulders in exaggerated confidence, gesturing dismissively toward Razor. Razor Blade, standing tall, shot a fiery glare at Tommy, his jaw clenching as if to say he wasn’t unimpressed. Tommy Wish tilted his head, his lip curling in a sneer as his eyes locked on Roger, clearly sizing him up as an easy target.
Roger!
…Seems to be doing some sort of standing, rowing motion? Perhaps trying to stay warm by warming up his muscles!
BAMA: Toddrick, what the HELL is that limey doin’ in there?
TODD: Roger did mention he’s started a new ‘fitness regime’ for the purpose of not dying tonight! He’s apparently been learning ‘flexibility’, the ‘foot fighting’ and ‘fist fighting’ and ‘grapple fighting’..
.
BAMA: …He *jus’* started learning that? He’s been an em-ploy-ay of a WRASSLIN’ company for OVER A YEAR!
TODD: Better late than never!
Roger finishes his calisthenics and turns toward Tommy, his nearest opponent, offering Wish a sporting pre-match handshake, as good ath-
WHAM! In a flash, Tommy dashes across the ring and BOOTS Roger up and over the top rope!
TODD: Oh my!
BAMA: Haha, Roger’s sure flexible, alright! His limbs splayed out like a Stretch Armstrong after that boot from Wish!
Roger goes up-and-over! Landing on his head!
...Thankfully, there's a pocket of snow on the outside that cushions his fall, completely embedding his head!
Tommy slides under the ropes, obviously seeing his best chance at victory as taking out who he thinks is the weakest of the pack. The outside official quickly dashed around the ring to follow any potential pins!
Razor furiously goes after Tommy, trying to keep him in the ring… But Marisol catches him with a leaping dropkick to the back of the head! Razor nearly drops, but keeps his footing, spinning on Marisol!
TODD: We’ve split off into pairs, Bama! But, remember, this is a FATAL FOUR-WAY! One fall to a finish!
BAMA: Absolutely, Toddy! You’re not just out there racing for a pinfall, you’re tryin’ tah block anyone else from stealin’ the win out from under yah!
TODD: You're also racing to win just to get out of this cold, Bama!
Marisol tries to overwhelm Razor with a wristlock… But Razor manages to slip out, and secure Vilaro in a more neutral collar-and-elbow tie-up!
TODD: Impressive counter by Razor, overpowering Marisol’s efforts to assert control early on!
Marisol grimaced, her teeth bared, chattering, as Razor’s strength forced her back into the corner. Her head darted side to side, looking for an escape, as Razor’s nearly trapped her against the corner turnbuckle…
When, suddenly, Vilaró reaches in with a sharp Eye Rake. Razor stumbled back, clutching his face, his mouth hanging open in pain.
TODD: Remember what else Fatal Fourway means, Bama! No disqualifications!
BAMA: Dear GAWD, it’s about to turn into a three-ring circus and the match jus’ started!
The t-shirted inside official admonishes Mari for the questionably legal move, but she knows he can’t DQ her.
Marisol smirked, brushing snowflakes off her shoulder, as Razor tries to rub his eyes clear!
In a flash, Mari slips behind Razor with a standing switch…
And DUMPS BLADE on the back of his head! Picture-Perfect German Suplex! There's a visible splash of slush as Blade's skull rebounds off the mat!
TODD: This is a Winter Wonderland!
BAMA: Of PAIN!
As Blade writhes around the mat, Vilaró kips up to her feet, spreading her arms wide and soaking in the disapproval of the crowd!
BAMA: Look at that poise! That finESSE! Callin’ right now, Todd! The Anarchy title is going to become a FITNESS BELT for the champion of #VILAROFIT!
Meanwhile, outside the ring, Roger tries to regain composure, shaking his head... letting the snow slip off his shoulders and scalp...
Tommy stalked his foe with cocky, easy-going steps, his upper lip twitching in amusement at Roger’s clumsy recovery.
Roger snaps to… And sees Wish! The man who gave him the ol’ up-and-over-the-ropes! Roger brushes his thumb across his nose, clearing the last of the slush on his face...
And raises his dukes!
TODD: Alright, we’re about to see Roger put those ‘fist fighting’ lessons to use!
Tommy smirks, raising his hands with a mocking expression of faux fear, like he’s sooooo afraid of having to fight Roger…
Suddenly, Tommy steps forward with a boxer’s prowess… Going for a haym-
Whish! Tommy briefly loses his footing on the slush outside the ring... And...
WHAM! The moment Tommy slips into Roger’s punching radius, Roger almost reflexively shoots off a gentlemanly jab to the ribs…
WIsh staggers backward a step, slipping backwards against the apron!
TODD: That strike might have winded Wish!
BAMA: Pssssh! Tommy-boy’s just lost his footing! It's this damn snow!
TODD: Everybody's on the same floor, Bama! And Roger is looking almost graceful out there!
Tommy’s eyes narrow, realizing he’s in for a harder fight than he thought.
Roger shoots off a one-two shadowboxing, intermixing a hop to get his footwork in… The outside official closely follows the action…
Inside the ring, Vilaró scoops Blade off his back and up against the ropes… She shoots him off with an Irish Whip…
Blade starts to run… And sees Wish outside the ring, battling Roger!
BAMA: Not sure what issue Blade has with Tommy Wish… but it’s like Blade’s a bull and Tommy’s painted beet-red!
Wish looks up at Blade running, eyes wide… And he backs up from Roger, who boxer-hops toward him, looking to pepper on more punches!
Inside the ring, Blade bounces off the ropes… Vilaro looks for a running Superman punch!
…But Blade ducks under it! Vilaro lands... And slips onto one knee!
TODD: Uh-oh! The mat's still slick! Mari’s outta position to get back on defense!
BAMA: And here comes Razor!
Razor bounces off the other side of the ropes!
Mari spins around… As Blade…
RUNS RIGHT PAST HER!
BAMA: What?
Blade passes Vilaro, dashing for the ropes…
Tommy scoops snow off the apron and tosses at Roger...
But Roger the dodger seemingly effortlessly sidesteps the snowball, while hopping closer and closer…
When Wish spots Blade out the corner of his eye, headed for him like a runaway freight train (see Snowpiercer)!
The outside official sees the imminent human car crash and decides to scramble back to safety, stepping in his tennis-racket snowshoes to get away…
Blade leaps over the ropes!
Wish dives outta the way!
And Roger dives after Wish!
WHAM!
BLADE CATCHES…
ROGER! With a diving crossbody! Slush goes everywhere!
TODD: WOOOOOOOOOW! Absolute pandemonium out here, Bama!
BAMA: You can say that again, Toddy! Everybody wants a piece of everybody in this one! Despite the cold, these four is FIERY!
Razor immediately rises off the padding outside, leaving Roger in a heap, looking around for Tommy to inflict PAIN on him…
As he tries to walk away from Roger the Relentless, Roger... trying to pull himself back up on the icy outside... reflexively grabs Blade’s ankle to steady himself… And Blade mechanically drops onto his face!
TODD: Single leg takedown by Roger! Clearly those ‘grapple fighting’ skills coming into play tonight!
BAMA: Puh-leez, Toddy! That clumsy oaf did that accidentally and Razor’s about to cut him down to size!
Razor furiously spins, seeing Roger as the source of his trip… Like a rabid wolverine, Razor fiendishly mounts Roger, grasping him by the collar, ready to unleash a (snow) flurry of blows upside the Brit’s head!
Back in the ring, Marisol climbs the turnbuckle, aiming to leap onto the tangled mess that Razor and Roger! Tommy, who disappeared around the ring’s corner, trying to escape Razor’s view, noticed Mari on the ropes and his sneer returned. He slides back into the ring…
TODD: Mari going to the high-rent district! It looks like snow isn't the only thing about to come down tonight!
Vilaro summits the turnbuckle, before pointing to the crowd, instructing them to…
ENTRUST!
IN!
MARI!
She lets go, ready for liftoff…
But, Wish leaps off the mat, catching her ankle with a running boot!
Marisol crashes to the mat... Even with the gentle sheet of snow in the ring, she lands HAND on her shoulder!
TODD: Ooof, that did not look good!
BAMA: Mari makes *everything* look good, Toddy! But, I gotta agree, that landing looked U-G-L-Y!
Vilaro’s eyes widen in shock, her teeth grit as she sucks in agony! The inside official checks on Vil-
Tommy shoves the inside official outta the way! His back hits the icy ropes... But it's totally not even cold to him, whatever...
Wish looms over Mari, smirking as he rolls his neck theatrically, clearly loving to strike someone already wounded, after he’s ambushed them from behind.
Wish grabs Marisol by the hair, yanking her to her feet with a mocking shake of his head!
Marisol, winces in pain as Tommy drags her around the ring by her hair… glaring up at him with defiance!
Tommy sneers back… before scoops Vilaro into a front-facelock, performatively cranking his neck before delivering his HideYaFace!
TODD: Uh oh! This could be it!
Tommy scoops Mari’s arms behind her b-
Swip! Suddenly, Mari frees her arms!
In a flash, she twists her body, and grabs Wish’s wrist! And FLIPS HIM to the mat onto his back! Slush gets sent flying off the mat!
BAMA: Damn! That move was straight outta a women’s self-defense class!
TODD: Which every female wrestler scheduled to face Tommy Wish would do their best to take!
Meanwhile, outside the ring, Razor and Roger have brawled all around the outside of the ring! Roger has actually managed to tag Razor a half-dozen times with rights and lefts… but Razor is too stubborn to go down, or even retreat!
TODD: Razor Blade is so focused on attacking, I don't even think he's noticed Roger is hitting him!
BAMA: Roger? Blade's so stubborn, I don't think he's even noticed it's snowing!
Roger delivers another right to Razor’s face… As Razor shoves his head forward driving Roger the X-Treme back against the barricade… And shoving himself forward, driving himself AND Roger up and into the crowd!
TODD: Oh my! This is why you pay a little extra for front-row seats! So you get to be part of the action!
The outside official wafts through the snow in his snowshoes... crawling over the rail to keep close to the action!
Roger is clearly a little dazed, having had a bit of the ol’ tussle and tumble… The fans pat the Brit from Foggy London Town on the back!
Razor grabs Roger by the collar, his face a mask of fury, and shoves him into the fans into the front row!
Fortunately Roger is a light fellow and he bounces relatively harmlessly off the XWF Universe without so much as jostling their souvenir cups of hot cocoa! Roger lands in a heap!
TODD: Phew! Thank goodness the XWF Universe is okay!
BAMA: Can’t say the same for Roger, though! Calling it now, Razor Blade is about to write his ticket, one-way to the winner’s circle for the Anarchy Title!
Razor stalks forward, grabbing Roger again! He wraps him in a front facelock looking to deliver a snap suplex on the front row’s concrete floor…
TODD: Oh my! There may be snow but that's still solid concrete! Roger promised he wouldn’t die, but a move like this could be Fatal!
Blade starts to lift Roger up…
But Roger’s legs have a bit of the ol’ kicky-wicky! And Razor has to set Roger back on the ground… WHen Roger goes down, Razor's footing slips out from under him... He strains forward...
Where Roger delivers a surprise UP-percut, knocking Razor back over the barricade and towards the ring!
TODD: Wow! Roger may not like to go up, but he seems comfortable making his opponents go up! That blow took Razor a good foot off the ground!
Inside the ring, Vilaro has Wish in a sleeperhold…
TODD: What a turn of events, this time a woman is trying to render Tommy unconscious…
Mari has been choking Wish in the center of the ring so long, snow has started to accumulate atop their heads...
The official raises Wish’s arm once… As Vilaro’s bicep tightens around Tommy’s throat!
It falls!
The official raises Wish’s hand again…
Drops like a rock!
TODD: Roger and Razor are out of position to break this up! This one might be over!
The official raises Wish’s arm…
…
IT STAYS UP!
Vilaro’s eyes widen! She squeezes her bicep, trying to squeeze the last traces of oxygen from Wish’s lungs…
When 320 pounds of Tommy Wish lifts himself off the mat… And Charges backwards, crushing shoved Marisol against the turnbuckle! Vilaro releases her grip, collapsing against the bottom turnbuckle! Slush scatters off the turnbuckle!
BAMA: Dang, incredible ring awareness by Wish! …Y’know what, I’m calling it now!
TODD: Oh, c’mon…
BAMA: No, I mean it! Tommy Wish is FOR SURE walking out of this match, the number one contender for the Anarchy Title!
Wish’s grin grew wider as he grabbed her by the waist… He draws a thumb across his throat… And whips Mari onto his shoulders, hoisting her up for a J-Bomb!
TODD: Mari is definitely in no-man’s-land!
Marisol, her eyes narrowing in determination, shifts her weight and flipped over his back, landing behind him.
TODD: What flexibility!
BAMA: That’s the #VilaroFit yoga plan working! Okay, back to Vilaro! She’s definitely got this one!
Mari reaches up and locks her hands around his head, pulling him down into a Neckbreaker! Tommy’s face contorts in pain as he slams onto the mat!
Vilaro crawls across the ring, looking for a pinfall. The official readies himself for a count…
…
Then, she stops. Shaking her head.
She stands up, raising her arms, signalling to the crowd that she plans to end this one, here and now!
TODD: Clearly Mari is tired of this cold weather! She's not looking for a two-count, she wants to put away Wish for good and get back in the warmth!
Back outside the ring, Roger and Razor brawl up the entrance ramp… Roger continues battering Razor with effective rights and lefts, and Razor, despite looking worse for wear, refuses to back down even an INCH!
Roger reels back his right hand, looking for a knockout punch… But, Razor ducks!
BAMA: Wow! Razor took ninety-punches, but apparently decided he wouldn’t take punch number one-hundred!
Razor’s eyes burned with intensity as he grabbed Roger by his extended wrist and yanked him into a Snap Powerslam onto the steel RAMP!
Roger cradles his poor spine, (his flexibility routine omitted making his spine immune to metal)... As Razor pumped his fist, his mouth curling into a victorious sneer, before signaling for the Blade Rose!
BAMA: Oh man! Razor’s calling this match to its conclusion… And Mari’s way back in the ring, she couldn't break it up! Okay, last prediction change…
TODD: For God’s sake, Bama!
Roger, flat on his back, blinked dazedly, his eyes widening in fear as he saw Razor lining him up. As Razor secures Roger in a guillotine hold, looking for his Blade Rose…
Roger smiles with recognition like he’s met an old Roger and/or Joseph!
BAMA: Roger’s about to be beheaded, why the Hell’s that goof grinnin’!
Razor tries to twist into his finisher… but Roger slips out!
Just like he slipped out of Syn’s Synthesis at WarGames!
TODD: Whoa! Incredible counter by Roger!
BAMA: Pure luck! He was just slick from the snow!
Razor, shocked, turns around…
As Roger hits him with the SYNthesis!
The metal ramp rattles as Razor’s skull crashes into it! Slush scatters as Razor’s body crumples at the top of the ramp!
Meanwhile, Marisol caught Tommy in the dead center of the ring, her face a mask of focus!
She hooked Wish into a frontfacelock and hoists him up into her Vilaróizer (Fisherman Suplex)!
BAM! She slams him onto the mat.
Roger slips onto Blade… Just as Vilaro hooks her arm around Wish’s leg!
Both officials drop to count their pins!
ONE!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
THREEEEEEEEEEE!
…
BAMA: I blinked. What jus’ happened?
TODD: Two simultaneous pin attempts! Both score the three!
Roger staggered to his feet, his face still frozen in disbelief as the outside referee raises his hand. Marisol beats her arm against her chest proudly, as the inside official raises *her* hand…
…
It’s at this moment, the officials notice each other! They jog to clarify what’s happened…
BAMA: Sooo… do we have co-winners? Mari and Mastermind were co-winners of a fatal four-way a few months back…
TODD: But there can only be ONE Number One Contender, Bama!
The officials trade perspectives, trying to figure out how to resolve this one…
When the Bashmaster...
Emerges from the back out, riding a Zamboni! He's holding an iPad!
TODD: Oh! Ohhh! I think we’re about to see Bashmaster’s instant replay technology in action! The one he elected to make Anarchy’s policy for disputes!
Vilaro continues to stand on the turnbuckle, gesturing around her waist… As Roger peeks over Bashy's shoulder wondering if the iPad has the app where you do a bit of the ol’ slicey-fruity.
Bashy wipes away the ice from his tablet and puts the image on the JUMBOTRON! Picture-in-picture, as both pins are shown on the JUMBOTRON!
…Bashy puts the feed into slo-mo…
The one-counts are mostly timed exactly the same…
As are the two-counts!
TODD: This one’s gonna be a photo finish!
Bashy goes frame-by-frame…
Sloooowly..
…
ONE HAND HIT FIRST!
…
THE OUTSIDE OFFICIAL!
| WINNER: ROGER! |
Mari goes from celebrating to beside herself, screeching at the officials! Meanwhile, Bashy raises Roger’s arm, declaring him the winner… as Roger checks Bashy’s iPad for at least the game where you do a bit of the ol’ crushy-candy…
TODD: Incredible! Roger pulls off an unbelievable victory! And is the new number one contender for the Anarchy Title!
BAMA: It’s a sham! It’s a travesty! CHALLENGE THE CALL!
TODD: Bama, you’re just upset cuz Roger’s the ONE competitor you didn’t predict would win!
BAMA: Can ya blame me?
TODD: Tonight? Yes! Because Roger pulled off the victory!
All four women are in the ring, getting ready and discussing tactics between their teams. Two ladders and two snow-covered tables surround the ring on each side as the XWF Tag Team Championships are hoisted high into the air over the center of the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
 XWF Tag Team Championship Lucy Wylde & Aurora © - vs - Dolly Waters & Madison Dyson TLC Match 1 Team Collab - 4K |
The second the bell rings, Lucy and Aurora enter a team formation, side-by-side...
Dolly raises her dukes, in response!
And Dyson...
Madison Dyson exits the ring, dropping and rolling under the bottom rope leaving Dolly to fend for herself as Aurora and Wylde charge!
BG: Is Dyson abandoning the match!?
As Aurora gets to Waters in a sprint, Dolly stands her ground and gets an elbow into Aurora’s jaw knocking her away but Wylde sprints in and manages to pin Dolly into the corner with a tackle. Waters throws fists into Wylde’s spine but numbers game wins as Aurora steps-up on Wylde’s back and nails Waters with an enziguri!
Dolly slumps in the corner as Wylde stands back and both turn to the outside to find Dyson and-
WHACK!
As a ladder is flung hard at both women!
JC: Dyson has been hoarding ladders! Smart thinking!
Dyson has hidden a ladder and thrown the other in the ring as she enters to pull up Waters and re-join the fight. Aurora and Wylde gather their senses from the rogue ladder shot; Waters talks quickly to Dyson who nods her head as Dolly sprints towards Aurora and takes her out with a spear as Dyson grabs the ladder and charges it into Wylde’s head who barely dodges the attack and drops Dyson onto her back with a drop-toe hold. The ladder lays on Dyson’s front as Wylde spins around and jumps into a moonsault!
But Dyson throws the ladder up from her and it clatters against Lucy’s spine as Dyson rolls away from the falling ladder!
Lucy lands on the ladder and crumbles, she starts to slowly roll out of the ring.
Meanwhile, Aurora is fighting back against Waters and manages to lift a knee into Dolly’s chin and sends her barreling backwards. Dolly comes back in with a right strike which is blocked by Aurora and she returns the favor with a pump kick that knocks the wind out of Waters’ sails and sends her across the ring; Dyson is back up and setting up the ladder in the center of the ring. Aurora charges in and gets Dyson away from the ladder with a leg lariat! Both women roll up to their feet quickly and Dyson opens up with a flurry of slaps which force Aurora on the defence until she is cracked in the back by a steel chair from Lucy Wylde!
Dyson crumbles clutching her back as she drops to a knee; Aurora takes a few steps back before rushing in-
JC: ENTROPY BLADE!
The running knee strike connects with Dyson’s jaw and sends her falling back. Waters rushes to her partners aid and dodges a chair shot from Wylde like she was in the Matrix but Aurora clatters her with a forearm!
Then Wylde gut checks her with the chair!
Aurora throws a kick into Waters’ head as she’s doubled over and sends her shooting back up into a standing position.
Wylde then kicks down at the back of Dolly’s knee and forces her to kneel before placing the steel chair over Dolly’s face!
Aurora springboards off the ropes and lands a kick into the chair sending it into Dolly’s face!
The crowd erupt in a big pop as Aurora and Wylde make a plan.
JC: Great teamwork here from the champs!
BG: And it looks like they’re aiming to end things here, Jack-o!
Aurora goes to the ladder and repositions it to the right spot and goes to climb!
Wylde holds the chair tightly in her hands, hopping from one foot to the other as she watches Dyson and Waters for any movement. As Dyson moves from the canvas Lucy raises the chair high into the air but is pelted by a snowball in the face! Dyson quickly throwing it and getting to her feet; Wylde stumbles but swings wildly but Dolly rug pulls Wylde and drops her to the mat!
Dyson rushes the ladder, planting a boot into Wylde’s stomach along the way, and forces the ladder over and Aurora at the top falls along with it falling to the outside and crashing into the snow on the outside! An almighty crack is heard as Aurora screams in pain clutching her hip!
JC: Ooof tough landing from Aurora! That seemed to hurt A LOT!
BG: Wait a minute.. That’s where Dyson hid the other ladder! Under the snow!!!
Snow bounces off the ground showing the metal ladder underneath as officials tend to Aurora in agony, back in the ring Dyson gives a sadistic smile with a laugh as she walks over to the steel chair and rouses Waters.
Dyson sets the ladder up in a seated position as Dolly raises, shaking the cobwebs, Dyson points to Wylde and then to the chair. Dolly nods along grabbing Wylde and nailing her with strikes before forcing her over to the chair; Dyson, with Dolly’s help, positions Wylde’s mouth over the lip of the seat and Waters holds her steady as Dyson takes several steps back.
JC: Oh God, Dyson! Don’t do this!
Dyson sprints in and raises a boot aiming for the back of Wylde’s head!
BG: I can’t watch! Jacuinde, cover my eyes!
BUT AT THE LAST MINUTE WYLDE DUCKS PULLING DOLLY’S HEAD IN THE WAY OF DYSON’S BOOT!!!
CRACK!!!
Dolly’s temple is driven into the chair! Dyson hesitates, throwing her hands to her head as the crowd rally behind Lucy who kips up and nails Dyson with a gut kick and transitions beautifully into-
JC: METEOR STRIKE!
The corkscrew Pele kick lands with authority and all four competitors are down, catching their breath. The crowd tries to rouse the women with battling chants.
BG: What a match this has been so far!
JC: Too right, Brody, it seems even as it can be!
Lucy is the first to stand followed by Dyson. The two stare daggers at one another and Dyson throws a chop into Lucy’s sternum!
WOO!
Lucy covers her chest as the biting cold lights up her red chest and she returns with a chop of her own.
WOO!
Dyson hisses in pain but retaliates!
WOO!
Then Wylde!
WOO!
Then Dyson!
WOO!
Again!
WOO!
AND AGAIN!
WOO!
Until Dyson has enough and headbutts Wylde!
BOOOoooo!
Dyson quickly checks her surrounding before dropping Wylde with a sit-out jawbreaker! Then grabs Wylde by the collar and forcing her out of the ring; Dyson drops to a knee, exhausted, and hisses touching her chest before turning around to the ladder but!
BG: ENTROPY BLAAAAADE!!!!
Aurora, back in the fight, nails Dyson with the V-Trigger as she hangs on the middle rope! Dyson collapses onto the canvas as Aurora falls to her hands and knees clutching her hip in pain-
JC: RUNNING WATERS!!!!
Dolly back in action nails Aurora with a brutal punt kick!
The crowd get hype!
BG: Dolly is the only one standing right now!
Waters hurries over to the ladder, looking out of it, she climbs the steps as fast as she can!
Dyson stirs but has no idea where she is.
Wylde pushes herself up and slides into the ring!
DOLLY IS AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER!
SHE REACHES UP!
AND GRABS ONE OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!
LUCY RUSHES THE LADDER AND CLIMBS UP TO MEET WATERS!
WYLDE OPENS UP SHOT AFTER SHOT AGAINST WATERS!
WHO FALLS BACK OFF THE LADDER!
…
WITH ONE OF THE TITLES IN HER HAND!!!
BG: DOLLY HAS THE TITLES!!!
JC: NO! Just one of them! The match is still ongoing!
BG: So if Wylde grabs the other… Does that mean?
Wylde slaps the ladder in frustration watching as Dolly writhes on the ground cradling the belt against her.
With no other option Lucy raises her hand to grasp the second title!
BUT DYSON IS UP!
SHE GRABS WYLDE’S LEGS AND FORCES HER OFF THE LADDER AND GETS HER INTO A POWERBOMB POSITION!
Wylde throws strikes against Dyson but Madison rushes to the ropes and throws Wylde out!
AND THROUGH A TABLE!!!!
Wylde lands in a heap in the debris as Dyson, wearily turns and climbs the steps of the ladder!
Aurora stirs and pushes herself up from the mat!
Dyson at the top reaches up a hand!
BUT AURORA THROWS HER ENTIRE BODY INTO THE LADDER AND FORCES IT OVER!!!
DYSON LANDS ON THE OUTSIDE CRASHING BACK ONTO THE LADDER SHE HID!
Aurora takes a breath and looks up to the sky.
DING! DING! DING!
Seeing an empty hanger in the air!
| WINNERS AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS - MADISON DYSON & DOLLY WATERS! |
JC: Ladies and gentlemen we have had an amazing show so far and to claim some of that shine for himself Vinnie Lane has come down to the ring!
BG: Actually, Jacuinde, Vinnie’s in a match tonight!
JC: Oh of course! Against-
JC: LARRY TACT!!!
"In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, fans rise from their seats throughout the arena and cheer, knowing one of their workhorses is about to appear!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
LIMIT BREAKER
From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of Larry Tact standing on stage. He's looking down as he hones in for the battle ahead.
After a few seconds, Tact whips his head up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by pointing towards different sections. He goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest with a hand before opening his arms to the reaction of the crowd. "THIS IS YOUR SPOTLIGHT!" Larry bellows as the audience hoots and hollers back. He returns to center stage and points to either side of the crowd. The lights cut out except for green, gold, and crimson spotlights highlighting the audience in attendance. Larry makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron.
Facing the stands, he opens his arms up and puffs his chest out to receive the feverish energy of his supporters. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “BEST GAME WINS!!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and making his final preparations for the match.
BG: The crowd are on their feet for Larry Tact! Hell of an entrance.
Vinnie shivers and his teeth chatter as the snow pelts him; Larry however is bouncing his pecs and pacing in his corner.
DING! DING! DING!
| Larry Tact - vs - “Loverboy” Vinnie Lane |
Vinnie shuffles from his corner and extends his hand to shake. Larry looks around to the fans in attendance and back to Lane.
BAM!
A straight right rocks Vinnie who stumbles back into the ropes. Larry follows up rushing Lane and clotheslining him over the ropes but Lane plants his feet on the apron as he holds up his palms trying to defuse the losing situation he’s in.
Tact kicks through the ropes and gut checks Lane who doubles over, his hands clasping the top rope, and Tact grabs the rope and whips it down and forward causing Vinnie to flip over back into the ring! Larry showboats to the crowd as Vinnie holds his rear in pain.
BG: Are we allowed to talk shit about Vinnie?
JC: He’s a competitor right now, not our boss.
BG: Oh good. Vinnie is getting his ass beat HARD!
Tact grabs Vinnie by the nape of the neck and pulls him up to his feet before whipping him into the ropes, on the rebound Tact drops Lane with a brutal spinebuster!
JC: Perfect spinebuster from Tact! Lane will be feeling that in the morning!
The wind leaves Lane’s lungs as he tries to sit up but Tact drops him back down with a forearm. Grabbing a handful of Vinnie’s (thinning) hair, Larry gets back to his feet with Lane in tow and stops looking to the fans in attendance.
He points a finger up in the air and the crowd get hype.
“TACT! TACT! TACT! TACT!”
Larry throws Lane over his shoulders with ease!
BG: LANE’S IN THE TORTURE RACK!
Tact bends Lane’s spine before releasing and spinning out into a powerbomb!
JC: TACTILIZER!!!!
Lane is driven to the canvas onto his spine with a mighty spin-out powerbomb and Tact quickly transitions into a smooth sitting pin, counting along with the ref and the thousands in attendance.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
| WINNER: LARRY TACT |
The arena lights dim, and a faint, eerie metal rendition of "Come Little Children" plays, washing the crowd in lime green and purple hues.
The unsettling montage on the XTron flashes imagery of graves, shadows, and the silhouette of the Anarchy Champion, Allegedly Micheal Graves, who slowly steps onto the stage wearing his trademark mask. The haunting ambiance earns a mixed reaction from the crowd, who collectively seem to have decided to just… go with it.
BAMA T: Well, here he is, Todd- the PRIDE of our flagship on Anarchy… MICHEAL GRAVES!
TODD: ALLEGEDLY Micheal Graves, though let’s be real, everyone and their mama knows that’s Mark Flynn under that mask. But hey, if it keeps the lawyers happy, I guess we’re rolling with it. You’d think they’d call him out on the obvious, but nah, we’re all just… accepting it. The man’s got a cape, a mask. What’s not to love?
Graves creeps toward the ring, the lights pulsating with the unsettling music. The XWF Anarchy Championship sits around his waist as he slides into the ring, his movements deliberate, methodical, almost predatory. He stares down the hard camera, unmoving, before making his way to the corner to remove his cape.
BAMA T: Regardless of his identity, Graves has been nothing short of dominant as Anarchy Champion. You think tonight’s gonna be any different, Todd?
TODD: Look, he’s got this vampire council arbitrator slash champion of chaos vibe going on. That’s hard to beat, even if you’re Richard Freakin’ Powers![/blue[
The arena grows silent as Richard Powers emerges, no music playing, no fanfare. Just the muffled hum of confused murmurs and scattered boos from the crowd. He’s clad in a weathered leather jacket and cargo shorts, dragging his feet toward the ring.
[blue]BAMA T: And here comes Richard Powers… and this is just, it’s sad. He looks like he’s been living in a van behind a Waffle House.
TODD: This is not the Dick Powers we used to know, Bama. Richard has no flash, no pizzazz. He’s stripped down, broken, and out for revenge. He blames everyone, but especially Graves. Grades…. Who he thinks is Frankie Duke, partner.
BAMA T: Hear me out… it’s not as crazy as you think, so-
TODD: IT’S MARK FLYNN!
BAMA T: Which is exactly what Thaddeus Duke would want you to think!
Powers reaches the ring, climbs the steps, and enters through the ropes. He doesn’t play to the crowd or acknowledge the champion. He just stands in his corner, his eyes fixed on… Graves.
BAMA T: Powers says he’s here to destroy Graves and work his way toward dismantling Duke’s empire, baby!
TODD: Unless Powers has a plan to outwit Graves’ meticulous style, this could end with him flat on his back, staring at the lights.
 XWF Anarchy Championship Allegedly Micheal Graves © - vs - Richard Powers 1 RP - 1K |
The bell rings, and the tension is palpable as Graves and Powers circle each other. The snow steadily falling from the heavens above. Graves stays calculated, stalking Powers like prey, while Powers moves in erratically, unhinged!
He starts brawling with Graves who tries to out tact Powers, but fails. Powers punches Graves right in the side of the ear, ringing his bell. He puts Graves down in a front facelock and starts punching him in the ribs. Graves eats the blows and powers out of the hold stumbling back toward the corner. Graves feints a grapple but quickly shoots for Powers’ legs, bringing him down with a double-leg takedown. Put Powers kees punching!
He fights back with stiff punches from his back, forcing Graves to retreat to the corner.
BAMA T: Look at Powers! I told you he wasn’t playing around! His arms haven’t stopped swinging since the bell rang! He’s throwing those punches like he’s got something to prove, baby!
TODD: He’s fueled by spite, Bama! If hate could wrestle, it’d look just like this!
Powers chases after Graves. He clocks the champion in the head again before putting him in a headlock, slamming Graves to the ground and putting him in a resting submission.
Tap out, Frankie! TAP!
Powers has Graves down in the headlock for what feels like an eternity, wearing Graves down. But the champion has been making a slow crawl toward the ropes, and he finally reaches them.
The ref comes in to enforce the break.
Break? I’m already BROKEN! He took EVERYTHING from me!
The ref threatens to DQ Powers, and he finally releases the hold, but stomps Graves on his way up. The stomp hurts like hell, but still Graves pulls himself up on the ropes.
AND RUNS IN WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX! CATCHING POWERS TOTALLY OFF GUARD!
1!
2!!
EARLY 2 COUNT!
Powers partially has held onto Grave’s head punching him as he stands up from the pin.
Graves angrily pushes off of Powers chest and stomps him, before grabbing his arm, yanking it down to the mat and locking in an arm bar!
But before Graves can really lock it in, Powers scrambles up to a knee and has enough leverage to reach over and punch Graves again. Powers’ hand is swollen, damn near broken looking from all of these punches. Graves yanks away, and stomps at Powers again. Richard gets to his feet, and is immediately whipped into the corner. Graves follows, popping the challenger with a knee lift. Before Powers can fall out of the corner, Graves pushes him back and chops him across the chest. The crowd ewwws at the sting. Graves hits another chop, and another and a-
KILL THADDEUS DUKE!
Richard shoves his fingers through the hole in Grave’s mask, choking the champion. Graves rakes Powers in the eyes and pushes him back into the corner, breaking the hold. Graves rushes in, but it’s Powers with a sudden back elbow counter!
Powers steps up on the second rope and dives off, cracking Graves over the head with a double axehandle.
POWERS COVERS!
1!
2!!
NO!
Graves kicks out, but Powers immediately locks in another resting hold. Wrapping his arm around Graves’ temples.
Powers lays on the mat, the resting hold fully synched in. Graves’ legs kick as he tries to get free, but Richard keeps letting up on the hold a bit by periodically punching Graves in the face before locking the hold back in.
Graves is taking some serious damage. He has no choice! He pushes his legs up, and rolls Powers over.
1!
NO!
For a second Powers was being pinned, but he rolled over too, and now is on Graves’s back. The rest hold broken but KILL THADDEUS DUKE AGAIN!
From behind, Powers is shoving his fingers down Graves’ throat!
Graves fights to his feet, Powers still latched on from behind with his submission locked in. Graves runs backward into the ropes, breaking the hold. Powers tries to clobber him from behind, but Graves turns, and counters with an armdrag. Powers pops back to his feet but gets countered with a powerslam!
Graves covers!
1!
2!!
NO!!!
Powers kicks out!
Richard starts rolling toward the bottom rope. Graves limps toward him, trying to grab for his hair but Powers is already on the apron. Graves picks him up, trying to suplex him over the ropes and back into the ring, but Powers gouges his eyes! He sends a knee through the ropes, crippling Graves over. Richard enters the ring and lays Graves' throat over the ropes, pressing on the back of his head with his knee. The ref runs in for a count, making Powers break before being DQed. With Graves still draped over the ropes, Powers rolls back to the apron and starts choking Graves from out there. The ref is shouting at Powers now, counting again!
TODD: I don’t think we’ve seen Graves pushed this hard in quite sometime! The champ looks to be in real trouble here!
Powers lets his foot off the back of Graves’ head again and enters the ring.
He grabs Graves by the leg and drags him away from the ropes, pinning him!
1!
2!!
NO!!!
Graves just gets a shoulder up!
AND JUST CRADLES RICHARD BY THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND ROLLS HIM INTO A PIN!
1!
2!!
NOOOO!!!
TODD: I thought Graves had em’ there! Where did that pinfall come from?!
BAMA T: Frankie Duke has been learning from his daddy I see!
Graves pops up to his feet as quickly as Powers. They collide, but it’s Graves with the advantage, planting Powers with a DDT. Graves gets up and scales the turnbuckle, waiting for Powers to stir.
And just as he’s up to all fours, Graves leaps off with a diving knee to the back of the head.
Graves begins dissecting Powers, lifting the challenger up and hitting a perfect atomic drop. Powers falls forward and lands on the second rope. Graves steps to the apron, A RUNNING KNEE TO THE HEAD!
BUT POWERS FELL BACK INTO THE RING!
GRAVE’S KNEE SMASHES INTO THE STEEL TURNBUCKLE!
Graves collapses in pain and falls down into an awkward and painful looking crash with the ring steps below.
The ref begins counting Graves out.
Powers slides out of the ring, breaking the count momentarily. He limps toward Graves, and pushes the blasted ring steps over, partly knocking Graves off. He climbs on Graves’ back and begins washing his face in the snow. He pulls up Graves’ tights and begins shoveling in handfuls of snow.
TODD: Richard Powers is out here fighting like a bully!
BAMA T: Sometimes you’ve gotta fight fire with fire,baby. The Duke’s took everything from him. They’re the real bullies here!
5!!!!!
6!!!!!
The ref’s count nears 10, and Richard is still pummeling Graves with various snow attacks.
7!!!!!!!
Powers stands up over the battered Graves. A job well done!
8!!!!!!!
He slides under the rope, breaking the fall!
BUT GRAVES GRABBED HIS LEG! AND PULLS HIM BACK TO THE FLOOR!
The count resets!
Powers immediately punches Graves who’s on his knees now, BUT GRAVES CATCHES THE ARM!
He wrenches Powers down into the snow, enough to get some separation, and rolls himself into the ring. Gingerly retreating to a corner to gather himself.
Powers rolls back in the ring now and goes right after Graves… he kicks!
BUT HE’S COUNTERED WITH A DRAGONSCREW FROM THE CHAMP.
Powers spins back up to his feet and attacks
RIPARTE! The knee is brutal and sends Powers crumbling to the mat- BUT HE’S CAUGHT MIDFALL! A northern Lights suplex!
Double impact!
Graves covers!
1!
2!!
NO!!!!!
Graves slams his hand into the mat, but knows it’s time to finish this…
He lifts Powers up, and puts him in a front face lock!
TODD: Graves is setting up for The End!
But when Graves lifts, Powers hits KILL THADDEUS DUKE AGAIN!
HE’S REALLY GOT IT LOCKED IN GOOD THIS TIME!
GRAVES IS GAGGING, DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN TO PUSH POWERS’ HAND OUT OF HI MOUTH.
But it’s no use!
Powers pushes Graves to the mat and lays on him. The hold locked in at it’s full potential. Graves is fading. His body quickly going from erratic kicking and squirming, to light twitches.
The ref runs over and lifts Graves arm.
It falls!
He does it again!
It falls again!
Powers is watching the ref, AND BEFORE THE REF CAN CHECK A THIRD TIME GRAVES HITS A SURPRISE INSIDE CRADLE!
1!
2!!
NOOOOOO!!!!
Powers rallies, catching Graves with a surprise mandible claw (KILL THADDEUS DUKE!), his signature finisher, but Graves manages to escape by raking Powers’ eyes.
TODD: Did you see the look on Graves’ face? He knew he was inches from losing that title right there!
BAMA T: That was near curtains for both men, baby! But I don’t think Gravey baby knew he was in for this type of fight tonight!
Both men spring to their feet. Powers NAILS Graves in the nse with a powerful left punch! Graves looks to be unconscious on his feet, BUT SOMEHOW INSTINCTIVELY TAKES DOWN POWERS BY OTHER ARM!
Graves locks Powers in the Fujiwara Armbar!!! He’s wrenching back with precision as Powers screams in agony!
Powers fights toward the ropes, but Graves releases the hold and drags him back to the center of the mat. Powers musters a knee to Graves’ gut. But Graves sends a headbutt on his way down from crippling over. The two are bent over and grabble up, each barely standing.
KTD!!!!!!!!!
POWERS HAS THE MANDIBLE CLAW SUBMISSION AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
ONLY GRAVES HOISTS HIM UP QUICKLY INTO A HANGING SUPLEX
THE END!!
Graves nails the suspended suplex falling cutter!
1!
2!!
3!!!
| Winner- and STILL XWF Anarchy Champion- Allegedly Micheal Graves! |
BAMA T: What a match!
TODD: “Powers gave it his all, but it just wasn’t enough. Powers’ hatred for who he thinks is Frankie Duke NEARLY got him the win tonight.
BAMA T: But you’ve gotta hand it to Gravey Baby! He’s proving to be one of the most dangerous champions on the roster!
Graves stands tall in the ring, the Anarchy Championship raised high as the crowd delivers a mixed reaction. Meanwhile, Powers rolls to the outside, clutching his ribs and staring daggers at the champion.
TODD: What’s next for Richard Powers, Bama? Will we ever see the People’s Dick again?
BAMA T: If Richie’s bitterness is any indicator baybe, I’d say we haven’t seen the last of him.
The lights fade out suddenly. As her theme begins. the lights flicker on slowly and steadily, until they maintain a muted version of themselves, which Sarah stands in the middle of the entrance way. The lights follow Sarah as she slowly makes her way to the ring. On either side of her are no hands outreached, no fans trying to gain her attention. Just angry faces and concerned looks. Sarah steps into the ringside area, and moves to the ring area, rolling in, and rolling to her feet. She positions herself in the corner of her choosing, and waits.
Point Em Out blasts through the arena, shaking the walls as a tidal wave of red and gold lights crashes over the crowd. Boos and cheers blend into a roaring cacophony, rising in anticipation as the spotlight slices through the haze of red smoke enveloping the entrance ramp. For a moment, the arena is alive with tension and energy, and then, as the smoke clears, Adam García steps into view, basking in the electric response from the fans. A devilish smirk stretches across his face as he points boldly at the title strapped around his waist, the silver gleam catching the light.
With each step he takes, the roar of the crowd builds, and the lyrics pulse through the arena like a battle cry.
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (ugh)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (point him out)
Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (ugh)
García’s eyes narrow as he cracks his neck from side to side, his movements deliberate, calculating. He stalks toward the ring with the poise of a bull ready to strike a Matador.
Better watch your mouth, 'cause I got soap, I got diamonds, tacos, and Coke
Inside of my boca, droppin' haters like my troca
Elbows swingin', watch 'em poke out, smoke his ass just like some mota
Leave him flat just like a torta, swim with killers like an orca
It don't matter where it is, it don't matter where I'm at
Because to me, no me importa
The intensity in the air grows thicker as García lowers into a menacing stance, mimicking the powerful charge of a bull, his eyes never leaving the ring. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he springs to his feet, his muscles coiled and ready to unleash hell. The crowd responds in kind, chanting along with the song’s anthem-like fury as García marches down the ramp.
He slides smoothly under the bottom rope, his gaze unwavering, his presence filling the arena. In a flash, he’s on his feet, already standing tall in the corner, prepared for the next battle that awaits him.
 XWF Xtreme Championship Adam Garcia © - vs - Sarah Wolf Xtreme Rules |
DING! DING! DING!
JC: Here we go, Brody. Can you feel the big fight energy in the air right about now?
BG: I sure feel somethin’, alright, Jack. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife…
Garcia and Wolf circle around the ring, locking eyes with each other as they try to feel each other out. They stretch lightly as they walk, both of them bouncing on their toes as they do so. They come slowly to the center of the ring, the two of them looking for a collar-and-elbow tie-up…
Oh! Wolf ducks underneath the attempt! Garcia turns around, only to find that Wolf darted underneath the bottom rope and is already trying to go for a weapon underneath the ring!
JC: Somehow, I shouldn’t be surprised that it hasn’t even taken a full minute before Sarah Wolf’s decided to go for a weapon.
BG: What’s that supposed to mean, Jack? Besides, if it’s Extreme Rules, you gotta use whatever weapons you could think of to your advantage!
Garcia won’t let Wolf go lightly, though! He pursues her outside the ring, rolling underneath the bottom rope and grabbing her by the boot! Wolf is frantic now, trying to find something quickly as she kicks Garcia off! Garcia goes against the metal guard rail harshly, collecting himself as Wolf crawls underneath the ring!
BG: …Okay, that’s sure one way to try and make use of that, uh… advantage.
JC: Where did Sarah Wolf even go? The champ looks as perplexed as we are!
Garcia’s brows furrow together, trying to look underneath the ring to find any sign of Sarah Wolf! He looks and looks, shouting obscenities in Spanish as he does so, but the crowd begins to roar suddenly! Garcia only looks for a couple more minutes, before coming right back to his feet. He turns around… ONLY TO SEE SARAH WOLF BULLDOGGING A CHAIR RIGHT INTO HIM!
JC: Sarah- she came from the side of the ring! Garcia was distracted still and allowed Wolf to climb onto the guard rail and hit him with that damn chair!
BG: Wily! Crafty! Gotta give credit to her - Garcia is one of the toughest SOBs on this roster, and Wolf is having to work double time just to try and cut him down to size, but she managed to do so quickly!
Wolf manages to scurry back to her feet, folding up the dented chair once more with a loud clap as a sadistic grin spreads across her face! As a nearby fan heckles her loudly, she mouths back to him before raising the chair overhead-
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! RIGHT AS GARCIA WAS TRYING TO CRAWL UP USING THE RING APRON! Garcia gets sent onto his belly again, wheezing as he crawls forward! Sarah snarls, trying to bring the chair up again- CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
All the fight is getting taken out of the champion to start! Sarah cackles, before tossing the title belt off to the side before turning her attention elsewhere! More specifically, she turns to the padded mats on the outside! She digs her long nails through the heavy snow outside and into the grooves between mats, before slowly beginning to lift up and prying one of them off before flipping it over!
BG: Well, the outside didn’t take long to look like a warzone, eh, Jack?
JC: There’s no limit to the depths Sarah Wolf will sink to if it means she can get her hands around the Xtreme Championship. Garcia’s going to have to come up with a plan here, and fast!
Wolf looks at the concrete floor beneath the padding, licking her lips and smiling. She turns to Garcia, looking to pull him over by his boot, but the champion comes to! He turns over onto his back, kicking Wolf on the head! Again! And again! And again! The desperation kicks finally pay off as Wolf gets thrown off of him!
Wolf staggers back as Garcia comes to his feet! This is the best chance he’s had so far in this match, and he’s going to take it as he runs in - BICYCLE KNEE! He clobbers Sarah right in the face as she falls down hard, and Garcia takes a moment as he comes back onto his feet! He pulls Sarah up by the waist, hooking his arms, trying for a half-and-half suplex right onto the concrete floor!
Sarah knows it’s coming though! She’s trying to fight, to struggle out! Garcia’s having to keep adjusting his grip with how wily Sarah is, though - AND SHE TAKES GARCIA’S ARM OVER TO BITE IT!
JC: DISGUSTING!
BG: But effective!
Garcia yells as he’s forced back! Sarah sees her opening as she tries to quickly leap onto the ring apron to try to springboard off of it! Now it’s Garcia’s turn to think and act sharply, however, using his good arm to pull Sarah off by the ankle and throw her back to the floor! Sarah’s chin hits the ring apron as she staggers back while seeing stars!
Garcia sees his opening once more! He grabs Sarah from behind again, trying for a half-and-half suple- SARAH RUNS BACK TO RAM GARCIA’S BODY INTO THE METAL GUARD RAIL! Garcia’s grip is forcibly broken as Sarah doubles over to catch her breath! As she turns back though, she sees Garcia is already limping off!
JC: Garcia looking to get away - if he can’t drop Sarah onto that concrete floor, he doesn’t want to give her the chance to drop him on it.
BG: He’ll need a better plan, though. These two guys are just goin’ at it, back-and-forth out there. Something’s gotta break this stalemate!
Sarah looks over at a little kid drinking out of an oversized soda cup, and scoffs at him! She rips the soda cup from his hands and takes a deep swig of it before walking off with it, leaving the boy crying! What an asshole! Boos rain down as she tears the lid off of the cup! Sarah walks over towards Garcia-
ONLY FOR GARCIA TO HIT AN ENZUIGIRI TO SEND THE CUP RIGHT INTO SARAH’S FACE! TALK ABOUT KARMA!
Garcia finally has another opening as Sarah is stunned! He grabs her by the face and drags her over, sending her face bouncing off of the metal ring post like a pinball! Skull meets metal with a sickening thud as she tries to cover up, but Garcia won’t let her breathe! He drags her over - now off the ring apron this time! Wolf hobbles up the ramp now to try and escape Garcia!
JC: Is Sarah trying to flee the entire match at this rate?
BG: Uh… tactical retreat, Jack! Besides, not like this match would end either way - Extreme Rules means no countouts, as our… competitors are making very good use out of…
JC: They haven’t even done anything in the ring since the opening bell…
Garcia slaps Wolf HARD on the back to double her over once again! Clubbing forearms come right after, making sure she’s not getting up any time soon! Then, Garcia moves over towards a front facelock, brings Sarah’s arm up to try for a suplex… wait, why’s he shouting at the fans in front of them to start moving out of their seats?
Garcia lifts Sarah up high onto his shoulders! And he starts running off the side of the ramp?!
AVALANCHE FALCON ARROW OFF THE RAMP AND INTO THE CROWD SEATS!
JC: HOLY- Are those two okay?!
BG: Talk about getting close to the action… Look at them, Jack! They’re both conked out from that!
JC: They’re both breaking bones and dreams alike out there, all for the Xtreme title…
The fans are on their feet, chanting ‘HOLY SHIT!’ in unison as light snowfall rains down on them. The rise and fall of both competitors’ chests are the only thing that moves within the pile of wreckage entailing both their bodies and the slew of broken, dented chairs in their wake.
Garcia begins to stir and move. He’s not actively awake, simply moving off of instinct, but he’s moving regardless. He crawls over onto his belly, moving across the frigid ice-cold snow with his teeth chattering. He has to pry himself up using the metal, but as he gets onto his feet, he sees that his hand is stuck to the metal from how cold it is! He grunts, having to practically rip his hand off before trying to rub it out as he turns around.
Sarah’s moving again, a dented chair in hand as she’s slowly crawling about on all fours. Garcia rubs the sweat out of his tired eyes, beginning to chase after her. Rows of fans are practically mobbing him, bringing waving fans right into his field of vision. Garcia scoffs, trying to push as many of the hands away as he can. He faintly sees Sarah doing the same as she finally stands back up, before finally-
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! SARAH THREW THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO GARCIA’S CRANIUM!
BG: Well, if Adam Garcia didn’t have a concussion yet, he almost certainly does now.
JC: Wolf should be lucky that chair didn’t go hitting any of the fans! That resulting lawsuit might have bankrupted her!
BG: Might have? She and everyone else already has, from Thad Duke stealing everyone’s xbux!
Sarah smiles, blood faintly dripping out the back of her head from the Falcon Arrow before she shakes the cobwebs out of her system. Garcia gags on the floor, checking for blood of his own, but now it’s Sarah who’s not letting up the assault! She staggers over, prying Garcia up by the skull as she shakes off the snow accumulating on both of their bodies!
Sarah now - holding Garcia also by the trunks - throws him forward right into the metal railing! Garcia goes sailing into it, his head fitting right into the circular gap in the middle of it all! He wheezes and staggers, trying to fall to his knees, but the railing is supporting him!
But Sarah’s on top of him now! Riding along his back, she grabs him by the sides of his skull, pulling up and putting ample pressure on his neck from all the wrenching! As she does so, her nails rake across Garcia’s skin, drawing actual, ample amounts of blood from it as he hollers!
Garcia tries to claw himself to get Sarah off of him, but with how wide the barrier he’s stuck in is, he can’t quite properly reach up! Sarah eventually relents after a few, long moments, but that’s only so she can ruin another fan’s day by reaching over and snatching a bucket of popcorn from them!
Sarah proceeds to dunk the bucket of popcorn right on top of Garcia’s head! Garcia grunts and staggers about, red hot and full of rage from the disrespect! But as he struggles within the guard rail, it’s the opening Sarah needs to rush forward, and-
DROPKICK TO GARCIA’S INJURED HEAD! THE IMPACT SENDS HIM FLYING, AND WITH THE RAILING STILL AROUND HIS NECK!
JC: These two are trying everything possible to rip this entire forsaken arena to shreds! They might send everything toppling down before we get a winner here!
BG: Yeah, and I love it! I wanna see what they do next!
A long moment passes as Sarah collects herself, landing hard on her side from that drive-by dropkick… but it’s surely better than how Adam Garcia is looking, staring up at the lights while snow gently falls onto his stirring frame.
Sarah scoffs as she gets onto her feet, continuing her food-related onslaught with now stealing a hot dog from a nearby fan!
JC: How much food is she going to steal?!
Sarah kicks Garcia in the stomach, causing his mouth to shoot open as he gasps for air! Sarah doesn’t wait, now forcefully shoving the hot dog inside of Garcia’s mouth to get him to choke on it! Sarah goes to stomp on Garcia’s mouth-!
BUT GARCIA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Sarah stumbles, trying to stabilize herself as Garcia’s trying to make the most of this second wind! He grabs Sarah from behind- ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! SHARP BLOWS RAINING TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD AS SARAH DROPS TO HER KNEES!
Garcia takes a HUGE bite of the hot dog, before downing it on his second bite and nods to get his bearings back! He grabs the railing tightly, before pulling… pulling… and manages to get his head out of the circular gap!
JC: Looks like the butter from the popcorn and the water from the snow in here helped Garcia’s face slip out of there!
BG: And how the turn tables, Jack… Now, Garcia’s practically got a weapon of mass destruction in his hands!
Sarah slowly staggers back to her feet, blinking out the cobwebs as she tries to turn around - ONLY FOR GARCIA TO SMASH THE RAILING RIGHT TO HER BACK! GARCIA FALLS TO HER KNEES AS GARCIA TAKES THE RAILING AGAIN TO SMASH HER! SARAH FALLS TO ALL FOURS AS GARCIA TAKES THE BOTTOM OF THE RAILING AND SMASHES IT RIGHT INTO HER BAC-
NO! SARAH REACHES BACK AND KICKS GARCIA! SHE GRABS A NEARBY CHAIR AND THROWS IT AT HIM, BUT GARCIA BATS IT AWAY WITH THE RAILING!
JC: Are these two playing baseball or something?!
BG: I wanna see Sarah’s fastball out there!
Garcia grunts with dissatisfaction, but it’s all the opportunity Sarah needs to get herself on her feet, and-
SPEAR THROUGH THE BARRICADE BACK TO RINGSIDE!
HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Both competitors are wiped out once again! The referee is having to check on both Sarah and Garcia to make sure they can continue, but this is still not a Falls Count Anywhere match! They need to drag the other into the ring to make sure they could get the pinfall!
The cheers continue to rain down from the heavens, snow dotting both competitors’ bodies as Sarah finally looks up and sees the prone Garcia. Grinding her teeth together as she does so, she manages to pry him up, forcefully dragging him over and into the ring.
JC: Would you believe me if I told you this is finally the first time we’re seeing these two in the ring since the very beginning of the match, Brody?
BG: Feels like a lifetime since they’ve stepped foot in the ring, I’ll tell ya!
Garcia’s like dead weight right now, but Sarah luckily managed to roll him into the very center. With a deep breath of relief, a smile stretches onto her face as she rolls in after him. She goes to pick up Garcia one last time-
SMALL PACKAGE! THE REFEREE COMES IN TO COVER!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
KICKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!
BG: How close was that?! I thought our champ just retained his belt!
Garcia rolls up onto his feet, swearing that he had a three-count there! Sarah rolls back up, the last of her energy coming out as she growls! She rushes in, nails bared and looking to sink them in for the Devillock!
But Sarah can’t shove her fingers in though! Garcia caught them inches from her face! Sarah is staring while stupefied, trying to push back as Garcia slowly sinks down towards the ring mat, refusing to let Sarah lock in that deadly hold!
BUT GARCIA MANAGES TO HIT SARAH WITH AN ARM DRAG! MAINTAINS WRIST CONTROL AS HE PULLS HER UP! PULLS HER IN- LOOKING FOR THE GRAND FINALE AS HE TWISTS!
NO! SARAH TWISTS OUT BEHIND AT THE LAST MOMENT BEFORE GARCIA WENT TO MOVE BACK! SHE KICKS GARCIA OUT FROM BEHIND HIS KNEE TO BRING HIM DOWN AS SHE PROCEEDS TO MOVE OFF THE ROPES-
BAM!
BG: And Death Comes Ripping for Adam Garcia! Did you see how Sarah just drove her knee onto him to plant him down, there?
JC: Quite, but I don’t think Sarah’s going for the pin yet!
Sarah bares her teeth at the sight of the champion, rage overtaking her one more time. She takes out a murky capsule from her trunks, popping it into her mouth as she beckons Garcia to his feet. As she wags her finger, dark green ichor tainted with pink and swirling with blue all streams out of her mouth in a disgusting fusion. She brings her hand over, and begins to spit the chemical all over it!
BG: Oh God, Jack… I might be sick. Can you smell that?
JC: It’s like… a dead body, almost. And if we can smell that Wolf’s Blood chemical Sarah’s got over here, I hate to be Adam Garcia smelling that right about now. I think even the fans in the front row are starting to have their eyes well up from it!
Garcia can’t help himself this time as he manages to get onto his feet, but Sarah pulls him from the back of his trunks up close so she can SINK HER POISONED NAILS INTO HIS MOUTH! IT’S A HYBRID MOMENT AS SARAH PUTS EVERYTHING SHE’S GOT INTO IT!
GARCIA IS FLAILING! TRYING RAPIDLY FOR AN ESCAPE! BUT SARAH’S NOT MOVING! NOT BUDGING! NOT YIELDING! SHE”S TRYING TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF HIM WITH THAT CHEMICAL!
TEARS ARE BUILDING IN THE CORNER OF GARCIA’S EYES, STINGING FROM HOW TOXIC THE WOLF’S BLOOD IS AND HOW IT GETS INTO HIS EYES! IT’S FOAMING ALL OVER THE PLACE, TRYING TO OBSCURE HIS VISION!
BUT HE MANAGES TO ARM DRAG OUT- NO! SARAH’S NOT MOVING HER HAND FROM GARCIA’S MOUTH! THIS IS STILL A HYBRID MOMENT!
GARCIA’S TRYING TO REACH FOR THE ROPES IN A LAST-DITCH EFFORT TO SAVE HIMSELF! HE CAN REACH IT- HE’S ALMOST GOT IT-
NOOOOO! SARAH DRAGS GARCIA RIGHT BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING, SINKING HER NAILS IN DEEPER INTO GARCIA’S MOUTH!
THE REFEREE COMES IN AS GARCIA’S BEGINNING TO FADE! HE GRABS HIS ARM, RAISING IT ON HIGH AND WATCHES AS IT FALLS…
ONCE…
TWICE…
…AND THRICE!
JC: Christ. Garcia’s gonna smell like Hell for weeks. I hate to be him when he wakes up.
BG: Well, Jack, I know who’s gonna be smelling like victory now that they’re champ!
| WINNER AND NEW XTREME CHAMPION: Sarah Wolf! |
The stadium goes dark as the opening riff of Motorhead’s “King of Kings” shakes the air. Golden spotlights cut through swirling smoke, revealing Prince Adeyemi, draped in a fur cloak and crowned in gold. His every step is deliberate as he commands the stage, framed by a crimson-lit crest bearing an emblem: A cracked crown.
He pauses at the ramp’s peak, arms outstretched, radiating authority. In his hand is a golden scepter shaped like a battle axe, a symbol of conquest. The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and jeers as he marches down the ramp, eyes fixed on the ring.
Ascending the steps, Adeyemi sheds his cloak, revealing a warrior’s frame. Standing in the center of the ring, he raises the scepter toward the crowd.
As the music fades, his cold, steely gaze says it all: Prince Adeyemi has come to rule.
BG: Prince Adeyemi came back to the XWF to reclaim the Universal Championship, and he’s been on a warpath ever since! From being the sole survivor on the winning War Games team to main-eventing the biggest Pay Per View of the year, Adeyemi has done it all in his return: everything BUT reclaim that title.
JC: And that’s why tonight is so important to Adeyemi, Brody! Tonight he’s laying everything on the line, leaving it all out there in the ring, to prove that he’s still -that guy-. And tonight, we’re going to find out if he is!
The camera focuses on the stage as the lights cut and “The Gnashing” by Deafheaven begins to play over the P.A. The guitar seems to shimmer over the crowd as muffled as white lights flash like sparks around the floor. A name appears on the tron: Jonathan Bacchus.
Buried secrets, mythic meanings
In a tender ocean spilling
The crowd gives an appreciative pop as the out from behind the curtain walks Jonathan Bacchus, dressed in all black with a peacoat over a turtleneck and combat pants bloused into his Louboutin sneakers. He wears a white Thalia mask over his face, his hair hanging down over the top.
A leaking thimble flowing fragile
Oozing tension into blue
He marches down deliberately, his eyes on the ring. On the ramp, he removes the Thalia mask and flicks it casually over his shoulder into the crowd. Stitches can be seen on his face – under his chin and across his hairline – as the remnants of his ugly Tai-Pei Deathmatch at the beginning of the month.
ANNOUNCER: Making his way to the ring, from Oakland, California and weighing in at 205 lbs… he is “The Insurgent” – JONATHAN! BACCHUS!
Hear these howls hurling our present
I know what this costs us
At the base of the ring, Bacchus turns to the stairs and climbs them to the turnbuckle. With a single clean vault, he launches himself over the top rope and turns to land on the middle rope inside the ring, his peacoat seeming not to hamper his movement. As his theme song explodes into the chorus, he throws his head back and arms out, the lights flashing bright white and the audience roaring appreciatively!
Hear these howls, embrace the Gnashing
A small smirk creeps over his face as he looks around at them – yet an intensity remains in his eyes. He takes a moment to blow a few kisses to nobody in particular.
I know what this costs us
I know it’s exhausting you
He removes his peacoat and drops it to the outside before pulling his turtleneck over his head. He whips this into the crowd before dropping down to the mat, circling the ring before taking back to his corner and reclining in it.
BG: The ever-dangerous Jonathan Bacchus makes his way to the ring, and it’s clear from the crowd’s reaction that he’s a fan favorite in this matchup!
JC: He’s wild, he’s extravagant, and he’s everything these fans would love to see in a XWF universal champion! He doesn’t bow to authority and he doesn’t lick the boots of power, he sets out to do things his own way, and the people love him all the more for it! He’s been incredibly successful everywhere he’s been, and it would surprise absolutely nobody if he walked away from Snow Holds Barred with the championship around his waist!
The lights in the arena cut out entirely, and the fans begin to buzz. The darkness holds for a moment before…
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame
With each of the hits of the word “Fame” a spotlight flashes back and forth between the stage and a random spot in the audience. On the screen, the images alternate between key moments from the career of Sebastian Everett-Bryce, S.E.B. and Empire.
After the final Fame, the lyrics end.
Na, na, na, na…
The screen flashes with the words Welcome to the Empire.
As the beat drops, Sebastian Everett-Bryce flings his arms wide, lit up by a bright spotlight, his head covered by the hood of his jacket. He stands in the middle of the ramp, the lights beating down on him, before looking out at the crowd. He wears a long jacket, zipped to the waist. The jacket, which is cut away at the bottom and only runs down the back of his legs, is patterned with an elongated Union Flag, but it appears to be cracked, and broken. Distressed. His tights are short, with the initials S.E.B. emblazoned upon the front.
Fame makes a man take things over
Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame puts you there where things are hollow
It's not your brain, it's just the flame
That puts your change to keep you insane (sane)
The lights lift and Seb makes his way to the ring, stretching his neck from side to side as he walks, he slaps hands with fans as he walks, stopping with a random fan and staring into the camera and shouting “My Empire, right here!”. He climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes before standing in the middle of the ring.
Fame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you'll have to borrow
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
He pulls back his hood.
Is it any wonder?
Is it any wonder?
Is it any wonder?
Is it any wonder? (Ooh)
The beat drops again, he flashes his arms out to a side, a satisfied smirk upon his face, he holds the position for a moment, to allow the crowd to take pictures, before pulling off his Jacket to reveal “EMPIRE” on the back of his tights.
As his music comes to an end, Seb backs to the corner and leans, with a satisfactory smirk upon his face.
BG: And here comes THE EMPEROR! One of the most legendary names in modern wrestling, Sebastian Everett-Bryce has been a dominant force ever since he stepped foot into an XWF ring.
JC: The Emperor's reign as Universal champion is already bound to go down in the history books as one of the greats, but a victory tonight would elevate it to the next echelon. He's trapped in there with two of the most vicious competitors in the game, but if anyone can walk out of a match like this victorious, it's Sebastian.
 XWF Universal Championship Sebastian Everett-Bryce © - vs - Prince Adeyemi - vs - Johnny Bacchus Triple Threat |
The bell rings, and the atmosphere is electric as the three men stare each other down in the center of the ring. Prince Adeyemi is calm but intense, radiating confidence. Johnny Bacchus, ever the chaotic force, bounces on his feet, eyes wild with focus. Sebastian Everett-Bryce exudes quiet, dangerous confidence as he sizes up his opponents.
BG: If I were a betting man, I’d put my money on THIS to win match of the year! I know we’re still in January, but it’s hard to imagine something topping this. Three men, all bonafide studs in their own rights, putting everything on the line for the #1 prize in all of professional wrestling. These three men might just be the best three in the business
right now!
JC: Sebastian Everett-Bryce has been a DOMINANT Universal Champion, but if anyone has what it takes to dethrone him, it’s these two men right here. Bacchus and Adeyemi, those names alone would send shivers down any champion’s spine. And The Emperor has to face them both at the same time!
Sebastian steps forward first, with Bacchus rushing toward him. Prince Adeyemi takes a moment to step back, assessing the situation and waiting for the right moment to strike. Bacchus throws the first punch, a wild right hook aimed at Sebastian’s face. But Sebastian, ever the technician, ducks under the punch and moves quickly to Bacchus' side. He grabs Bacchus' waist, trying to lift him into the air with a German suplex- but Bacchus breaks up the attempt with a stiff elbow to the face, forcing Sebastian to step back….right into a brutal knee to the face from Adeyemi!
The impact of Adeyemi’s knee sends Sebastian stumbling back towards the ropes, but he quickly recovers. Prince Adeyemi doesn’t wait, immediately launching himself at Sebastian with a series of lightning-fast strikes. He lands a spinning back kick that sends Sebastian crashing into the corner.
BG: The action is starting off hot and fast here tonight! These men aren’t pulling any punches! The Emperor’s going to need to be on his A-game if he wants to survive this challenge tonight!
JC: So far this has been a Snow Holds Barred, every-man-for-himself banger! It’s still anyone’s game, which is NOT necessarily a good thing for The Emperor! If he lets his challengers get any momentum going, that could put him in big trouble!
Bacchus, meanwhile, is sizing up Prince Adeyemi with a grin spread across his face. Johnny rushes at Adeyemi, but Prince sidesteps, sending Bacchus crashing into the turnbuckle along with SEB! Prince Adeyemi immediately follows up with a running knee to Bacchus’ back, causing Johnny and SEB to collide in the corner. Bacchus falls to the ground as Sebastian stumbles out of the corner, clearly dazed.
Adeyemi sizes up the champion and tries to take his head off with a lariat, but Sebastian ducks under it! The champion turns back on a dime and delivers a brutal dropkick to Adeyemi’s head, dropping his body to the mat. Bacchus, having already recovered, quickly recovers and hits a spinning heel kick on Sebastian, sending him tumbling through the ropes and to the outside. Bacchus wastes no time, turning back to Prince Adeyemi, who’s quickly getting back to his feet.
BG: This match is a fast-paced, technical showcase! It’s hard for anyone to get the upper hand, let alone keep it in an environment like this!
JC: Just listen to that sold out stadium crowd, Brody! These fans are loving every minute of this slobberknocker!
Prince Adeyemi and Johnny Bacchus lock eyes for a brief moment, both knowing the war they’re about to unleash. Johnny Bacchus lunges for the Prince, but Adeyemi dodges, grabbing Bacchus by the wrist and twisting him into a quick armbar. Bacchus howls in pain, but quickly reverses the move by using his strength to power out of the hold, flipping Prince Adeyemi onto his back.
Before Bacchus can capitalize, Sebastian slides back into the ring, his eyes locking onto both men as Adeyemi climbs back to his feet. The champion moves quickly, delivering a series of hard right hands to both Bacchus and Prince. The shots land with precision, each one echoing throughout the arena, drawing ‘oohs’ and ‘aaahs’ from the crowd. Sebastian follows up with a sharp elbow to Bacchus’ jaw and then a spinning kick to Prince’s midsection, dropping both men to the ground in quick succession.
BG: What a dominant combination from The Emperor! He just cleaned out the entire ring in a couple seconds!
JC: That’s why they call him The Emperor! He is as dominant a universal champion as the XWF has ever seen, and he’s showcasing it all right here tonight!
Sebastian doesn’t give either man time to recover. He pulls Prince Adeyemi up off the mat into a front facelock, lifting him off the mat, and slamming him down with a brutal DDT! The crowd roars as Prince Adeyemi crashes to the mat. Sebastian turns his attention back to Bacchus, who’s still recovering from the elbow. The champion grabs Bacchus by the arm, whipping him into the ropes.
As Bacchus rebounds, Sebastian moves with incredible precision, catching him mid-stride and transitioning into a scoop powerslam. The force of the impact rattles Bacchus, but Sebastian doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he stands tall, surveying the damage he’s just unleashed.
JC: This match has been hectic, completely chaotic! But somehow The Emperor seems to be rising above it, and imposing his own form of order onto his challengers!
BG: This match is going exactly how Sebastian wants it to go, he’s in complete command now, and if his challengers don’t watch out he might be looking to end it here soon!
JC: Good luck with that! I’m not sure Bacchus nor Adeyemi are anywhere near finished yet!
Prince Adeyemi, still down after the DDT, begins pulling himself back up with the ropes. He’s breathing heavily, but determination is etched on his face. As Sebastian moves toward him, Prince Adeyemi charges forward with a sudden burst of energy, hitting a flying forearm to Sebastian’s face that knocks him off his feet.
Meanwhile, Johnny Bacchus slowly climbs back to his feet. He stumbles toward Prince Adeyemi, but Adeyemi intercepts him with a stiff kick to the chest. Bacchus grunts, but then retaliates with a series of sharp jabs to Adeyemi’s midsection. The two men exchange blows in the center of the ring, neither willing to back down!
BG: They’re going blow for blow in the middle of that ring! Neither man is willing to give an inch!
JC: Both men are giving it everything they’ve got, but the question is: will everything they’ve got be enough?!
Sebastian, determined to maintain his empire, rises back to his feet the corner. He can see that his challengers are locked in an intense struggle, and ever the opportunist, he seizes the moment! The champion charges forward, delivering a brutal running knee to Bacchus’ back, sending him crashing into Prince and knocking them both onto the mat. Sebastian quickly pulls Bacchus up into a headlock as Adeyemi rolls out of reach, but Bacchus fights back with a series of elbows to Sebastian’s ribs.
The crowd is on their feet, cheering on the XWF’s biggest stars as they leave it all on the line. Sebastian holds firm onto Bacchus’ head in the center of the ring, but not for long! Bacchus stomps on Sebastian’s feet, forcing the self-proclaimed Emperor to finally release the rebel as he scrambles away. Adeyemi simultaneously rises to his feet as all three men wind up back in their starting corners, a form of irony that isn’t lost on the Emperor as he chuckles softly to himself.
JC: All three men are back on their feet, and after all this time it still seems like nobody has the advantage!
BG: These three men are as evenly matched as you can get! They’ve all been waiting for this moment for months, and none of them are willing to go home empty handed!
Johnny Bacchus and Prince Adeyemi give each other a knowing look, and before Sebastian realizes what’s happening, they quickly team up to lay Sebastian out with a double clothesline! The challengers exchange a quick glance, but neither is content to team up for one second longer. They tie up, but only for a brief moment before Bacchus steps back and pulls Prince Adeyemi into a quick suplex, sending him crashing to the mat.
As Bacchus stands over Adeyemi, Sebastian, once again, is back on his feet. He charges forward, spinning Johnny around before kicking him in the gut and planting Bacchus with a vicious suplex of his own. The impact shakes the ring, but Sebastian doesn’t rest. He quickly transitions into a modified crossface submission, wrenching Bacchus’s neck! The referee drops down to check on Johnny Bacchus, who’s screaming in agony as the champion cranks the hold. Johnny tries to crawl forward towards the ropes, but it’s no use! The Emperor has the hold locked in tight!
BG: He has that submission locked in! Johnny doesn’t have anywhere to go, he may have to tap here soon!
JC: Adeyemi needs to get in there and break this up, or his story of redemption could end without him even being awake to see it!
As the referee pleads with Bacchus to just give up, Prince Adeyemi comes flying in from out of nowhere, rushing to the ropes and springboarding off the top, connecting with a missile dropkick to Sebastian’s head! The impact forces Sebastian to release the submission, and all three men are down!
JC: Speak of the devil!
BG: That’s what makes triple threat matches damn near impossible to win! There’s always that third wheel, there to stop you from sealing the deal!
Adeyemi pulls himself up first, dragging Bacchus with him to his feet. He shoots Bacchus into the ropes and, as Bacchus rebounds, delivers a spinning spinebuster that shakes the entire ring, echoing through the electrified stadium atmosphere. The crowd roars as Bacchus crashes to the mat, his body aching from the impact. But Adeyemi is not done yet! He lifts Bacchus up once more, but Bacchus suddenly bursts free with a series of elbows to the Prince’s jaw. Bacchus then nails Adeyemi with a stiff superkick, sending him stumbling back and over the ropes! But before Bacchus can follow up, Sebastian once again capitalizes, charging in and nailing Bacchus with a kick to the gut and a follow-up DDT!
Sebastian stands up and grins as he realizes he’s the only man standing. The champion takes a few moments to brush himself off before he leans down and begins talking smack to Bacchus, slapping him in the face as Johnny crawls around on the ground.
BG: There’s some serious disrespect being shown to Johnny Bacchus here from The Emperor!
JC: Well, what did you expect from Sebastian? He’s made it perfectly clear what he thinks of Johnny Bacchus, and the answer is: not very much!
As Sebastian taunts Bacchus in the middle of the ring, Adeyemi recovers outside of it. The Prince slides into his ring, causing Sebastian to quickly change his focus. Adeyemi charges forward, but he’s clearly lost a step in his agility as Sebastian easily locks him in a front facelock before lifting him into the air for a suplex! But Adeyemi flexes his grit and fights back, landing blows to the side of Sebastian’s head. The champion releases his hold stumbles, allowing Adeyemi to burst free. Prince Adeyemi kicks Sebastian in the gut, before hoisting him onto his own shoulders in a fireman’s carry- much to the excitement of the sold-out crowd!
Everyone in the stadium waits on the edge of their seat in anticipation of what Prince Adeyemi will do next, but Sebastian wriggles free after a few moments, landing right behind him! The Emperor shoves the Prince into the ropes, then delivers a lightning-fast running knee strike right to Adeyemi’s forehead! The force of the knee leaves Prince Adeyemi clearly dazed, and Sebastian follows up by lifting him off the ground with a spinning backbreaker!
BG: I think I just heard Prince Adeyemi’s spine snap in half!
JC: This could be it right here, The Emperor is hooking the leg!
Sebastian goes for the pin!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
BG: He barely got the shoulder up!
JC: All that matters is that he got it up, Brody! The fight continues, and these fans couldn’t be happier!
The crowd roars with excitement as Prince Adeyemi kicks out just in time! But The Emperor just shrugs it off, and quickly moves onto his next line of attack. Instead of fussing with the referee, Sebastian quickly transitions the pin into an ankle lock, his technical prowess on full display.
JC: Incredible ankle lock by The Emperor, he’s not wasting a second in this one!
BG: He’s got that hold locked in tight, but The Prince is still squirming around down there something fierce! I don’t think he has it in tight enough!
Prince Adeyemi, relying on pure adrenaline and instinct, manages to roll out of the hold and scramble back to his feet. He barely dodges a charging Sebastian, who instead crashes shoulder-first into the turnbuckle! Sebastian winces, but before he can recover, Bacchus, who’s back on his feet, rushes toward him executes a perfect step-up Enzuigiri kick to the face. The impact leaves Sebastian stunned, and Bacchus wastes no time—he hooks Sebastian’s leg, going for the cover.
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Prince Adeyemi breaks up the pin just in time, much to Bacchus' frustration! As Sebastian lay dazed, Adeyemi and Bacchus begin trading blows as both men struggle to rise to their feet. Bacchus hits Adeyemi with an uppercut, but Adeyemi responds quickly with a left hook! The pair struggle back to their feet, both men trading blows until Prince Adeyemi finally delivers a knock-down elbow to the fact that plants Bacchus on the mat.
JC: It’s hard to say who’s even winning the match at this point, Brody! Each of these competitors has had their moment, but they’re all struggling to really grab momentum- but it looks like Adeyemi might be starting to pick up some steam here!
BG: Pick up steam? Brother, I’m telling you, Adeyemi is charging down those tracks like a freight train right now! This match is his to lose, but it can all change in an instant if he’s not quick to seize advantage!
Adeyemi keeps his head on a swivel, and notices Sebastian rising back to his feet. Prince Adeyemi wastes no time hitting Sebastian with a spinning back elbow as soon as he stands, sending him right into the corner. Prince Adeyemi follows up with a series of brutal chops across Sebastian’s chest, the sound of each hit echoing like thunder throughout the sold-out stadium. The crowd chants, “Woo!” with each chop, which encourages Adeyemi to chop the champion’s chest even harder! Eventually, Sebastian is dropped down to a seated position, and Adeyemi turns around to try and locate the missing wildcard.
Just as it looks like Prince Adeyemi is about to take complete control of the match, Bacchus storms back into frame and levels Prince Adeyemi with a massive clothesline! The Prince goes down hard, and Johnny Bacchus doesn’t let up. He pulls Prince Adeyemi to his feet and whips him into the ropes, charging forward to meet him with a spinning heel kick. The force of the blow sends Prince tumbling to the outside!
JC: And there goes Prince Adeyemi, flying out of the ring like he’s on a roller-coaster ride!
BG: It looks like Johnny Bacchus tried to send him back over to the other side of the Canadian border with that kick!
With both opponents down, Bacchus turns his attention to Sebastian, who’s struggling to even breathe after the barrage from Prince Adeyemi. Johnny grins like a mad dog as he stands over Sebastian, who is seated before him in the corner. Johnny gets a wild look in his eye before he charges towards Sebastian, blasting him with The Bottom of Everything! A Running V-Trigger to his downed opponent in the corner! Their bodies collide in a vicious moment before Sebastian slumps out of the corner, with Bacchus draped over him!
BG: This could be it! This could be it right here! We might be looking at a new Universal Champion!
JC: The Emperor looks completely out of it! I don’t know if he has the strength to kick out!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
But Sebastian kicks out again, The Emperor’s resilience shining through the pain! Johnny Bacchus scowls, frustrated but determined. He stands up, looking down at Sebastian with contempt. Johnny paces back and forth, calculating his next move as the crowd reaches a fever pitch.
JC: I still can’t believe Sebastian managed to get a shoulder up! That’s one of Johnny’s strongest moves, I think it would kill just about half the roster if they had to eat a V trigger like that!
BG: But that’s what makes Sebastian so dominant! The Emperor can go further, last longer, and push harder than anyone else! He’s a one-man wrecking crew that also happens to have an army of followers. It’s logistically impossible to keep this man down for the count!
Johnny Bacchus grabs Sebastian, giving him a few playful slaps to the face, before picking him up and trying to flip him around for a Gutwrench Piledriver! But Sebastian sees it coming, and squirms out just in time to avoid a devastating blow. The champion follows up by quickly hammering away at Bacchus’s face, causing Johnny to stumble back after the sudden assault.
As Bacchus struggles to recover, Prince Adeyemi slides back into the ring. He spots his opportunity and charges toward Sebastian, leaping into the air with a flying forearm. Sebastian is briefly knocked back, but he’s quick to recover, spinning around to face Adeyemi. He ducks a clothesline attempt from the Prince, catching him in a headlock and driving him down with a vicious bulldog! Sebastian’s offense is relentless, but just as he’s about to lock in another submission attempt, Bacchus dives at Sebastian’s back, hitting him with a double axe handle to break up the hold!
The chaos is now fully underway. Bacchus seizes the opportunity to take control, delivering vicious curb stomps to both Sebastian and Adeyemi. The crowd buzzes as Bacchus looks around, contemplating his next move. Sebastian starts climbing to his feet, bloodied and battered, with little left in the tank. Sensing the moment, Bacchus charges towards the corner before using it to springboard into the air. Bacchus grabs ahold of the champion’s head before driving it into the mat with a tornado DDT! Bacchus hooks the leg for the cover.
JC: This could be it right here! Sebastian’s skull might’ve just caved in after that!
BG: Well that’s one way to end an Empire!
1!
2!
3-NO!
KICKOUT!
JC: Did he get his shoulder up?! I don’t think he did! Did we just have a revolution?!
BG: He didn’t- wait, no- he did! But just barely! Just barely! The Emperor might really be on his last legs here now! His Empire could be crumbling before his very eyes!
Sebastian kicks out at the last possible nanosecond, his will to win stronger than ever! Bacchus slams his fist into the mat in frustration, but he knows he must stay focused. He pulls Sebastian up and attempts to whip him into the corner, but Sebastian reverses, sending Bacchus crashing into the turnbuckle instead! Before Bacchus can recover, Sebastian charges, hitting him with a springboard splash!
As Bacchus stumbles out of the corner, Prince Adeyemi, who’s been recovering on the apron, springs to life. He grabs Sebastian by the back of the head, pulling him into a jawbreaker that sends Sebastian over the top and to the outside!
BG: And there goes The Emperor, flying over the top rope!
JC: That’s not where you want to be if you’re the champion in a triple threat match!
BG: Now it’s just Bacchus and Adeyemi in there!
Prince Adeyemi turns back towards Johnny Bacchus and kicks him in the gut before pulling him down headfirst with a Guillotine of Dethroning! Adeyemi’s limbs are wrapped tightly around Johnny as he’s forced to the mat. The impact is massive, busting Bacchus wide open- but instead of going for the pin, Adeyemi cranks the neck of Bacchus and traps his neck in a guillotine choke!
BG: Adeyemi has him caught in a choke! I don’t think Johnny’s able to breath right now!
Adeyemi wraps his arm tightly around Johnny’s neck, tucking his wrists under the chin for maximum leverage. Blood pumps out of Bacchus’ head as Adeyemi screams for him to ‘release the throne!’.
JC: Johnny’s face is turning blue! He’s gasping for air but he’s not getting any! This could be bad for him, he may have to tap out!
BG: Johnny wouldn’t tap out, not with this much on the line! He’d sooner die in there!
JC: Well….someone had better start knocking on wood, or this match could get ugly!
Bacchus appears to be on the brink of complete collapse, his body seemingly going limp as Adeyemi screams bloody
murder in his ear. The guillotine chokehold is completely locked in, and the referee goes to check Johnny’s arm!
JC: I think that’s it, I think Johnny’s passed out! This match might be over!
BG: The referee is going to check Johnny’s arm, if he’s passed out this match needs to end right now, or someone could get seriously hurt!
The referee grabs the arm and raises it to the sky as Adeyemi looks on with a sick and twisted expression. Adeyemi screams, sensing victory, as the referee releases Johnny’s arm- but the arm doesn’t move. It stays up in the air.
JC: Bacchus still has life! Johnny still has juice!
Johnny’s arm stays firmly raised as blood pumps from his open wound. Adeyemi squeezes his skull like a pumpkin, but Bacchus isn’t dead yet! The crowd goes crazy, rallying behind Bacchus as he suddenly rises to his feet. Adeyemi seemingly can’t believe it as he’s lifted into the air by Bacchus mid-choke!
BG: This is incredible, what a display of grit and vigor from Johnny Bacchus!
As soon Bacchus lifts Adeyemi into the air, The Emperor slides back into the ring and rushes toward the grotesque grapple of bodies, hitting them both with a massive spear that sends all three men crashing to the mat!
The crowd roars in excitement, living vicariously through the three superstars battling it out in the ring. Each man has had moments of dominance, but none have been able to put their opponent away for good. All three competitors are exhausted, battered, and bruised. Both Bacchus and Sebastian don crimson masks as the crowd noise reaches another level of intensity.
BG: This match has gone completely off the rails, but it’s still anybody’s ball game!
JC: The question is ‘how far are these men willing to go’? And the answer is: further than you could ever imagine! Each of these men are dying to win the battle, and I mean that literally!
Sebastian is the first to rise, and looking to seize the opportunity, he staggers over towards Johnny Bachus. He picks up the wily rebel before lifting him into a powerbomb position. As he sets him up for the drop, Prince Adeyemi suddenly charges in, knocking Sebastian off balance with a dropkick that sends everyone back to the mat: this time with Bacchus landing directly on the champion! The referee immediately drops down to count the incidental pin!
BG: Oh my god, this could be it right here!
JC: No, it can’t end like this! The Empire can’t shatter like this!
One!
TWO!!!
THR-NO-KICKOUT!
BG: I can’t believe it!
JC: He got the shoulder up! He got the shoulder up!
Sebastian gets a shoulder up just before three! Bacchus stumbles back up to his feet as quickly as he can, just in time to eat a lightning-fast superkick from the Prince that sends him face-first back into the mat!
Sebastian, however, is quick to rise again, rolling out of the ring to recover. The champion watches from the action from the outside as he tries to regain his composure. Fans in the front row bicker and chirp at him, taunting him to go back in the ring, but for his part the Emperor mostly ignores it. He just watches with a hand on his head as Prince Adeyemi circles Bacchus, like a lion ready to swoop in for the kill.
BG: The Emperor rolls outside to get some rest, but I’m not sure he has time to rest right now! It looks like The Prince is trying to finish this one!
Adeyemi charges forward as soon as Bacchus rises to a kneeled position, but Johnny sees him coming. Johnny ducks out of the way of a vicious knee, causing Adeyemi to make contact directly with the referee! The referee collapses then and there, rendered seemingly lifeless from the force of the blow!
JC: Oh my god, there goes the referee! This match has just become lawless!
BG: That might give Bacchus the edge he needs to put this one away for good!
Adeyemi turns back and sees the referee completely laid out. Catching him distracted, Bacchus pushes Adeyemi into the corner. As soon as Adeyemi’s chest hits the turnbuckle, Bacchus leaps into the air and delivers a jumping stomp to his back- causing the Prince to fall facefirst onto the lowest pad in the corner!
Sebastian stands just outside the ring, watching as Bacchus gives him a wink and a thumbs up. Then, Bacchus charges forward and delivers another Bottom of Everything: this time directly to the back of Adeyemi’s head! Adeyemi’s body rolls out of the corner like a ragdoll, the gut-wrenching sound of his skull cracking being caught on the audio.
Sebastian, sensing the urgency of the situation, sprints up to the steel steps and onto the ring-side apron. The Emperor bows his head as he tries to enter the ring through the ropes, but Johnny Bacchus practically takes his head off with a Sparta Kick that sends him back outside!
BG: Bacchus has taken complete control of this match! He told everyone he was going to be the one to shatter The Emperor’s reign, and he’s standing by those words here tonight!
The audience goes bonkers as Bacchus begins hyping them up even more, encouraging them to chant his name! Johnny looks down at the referee, who is still laying lifeless on the mat. Then he looks back to Adeyemi, who’s completely laid out in the corner, and then finally towards Sebastian, who’s somehow already starting to pull himself up with the assistance of the ringside barricade.
JC: The referee is down, so Bacchus can’t go for the pin right here!
BG: But that doesn’t mean he can’t inflict maximum damage while he waits!
With a sudden burst of dazzling speed, Bacchus hits the ropes opposite Sebastian before clearing the entire ring in a just a few seconds. As Sebastian pulls himself to his feet on the barricade, Johnny Bacchus leaps clear over the top rope, delivering a devastating crossbody to the outside!
JC: Bacchus goes flying!
BG: Clear the runway! Emperor down!
With all three men pushing the point of exhaustion, Bacchus is the first to rise. He stumbles to his feet with the help of the fans ring-side before slowly pulling himself back into the ring. Once Bacchus crawls into the ring he uses the ropes to lift himself back to his feet once more. He looks across the ring, where he sees Adeyemi slowly starting to stir. Johnny seems to be eyeing Adeyemi up for a big move, when suddenly a commotion starts breaking out in the front row!
BG: Some sort of racket appears to be happening in the front row…not sure what that’s about…
JC: Wait! Is that who I think it is? What’s he doing here!
Unbeknownst to Johnny Bacchus, the front row fans are thrown into a frenzy as a notorious figure silently sneaks through them. Adeyemi crawls forward towards the center of the ring, and Bacchus is all but licking his lips as he approaches.
BG: What’s happening? Why are all the fans going crazy down there?!
That’s when Charlie Nickles hops over the barricade and starts rushing the ring! Coming in from the ringside barricade opposite Sebastian, the fans desperately try to hold Charlie back: but it’s no use! He’s a man on a mission! The front-row fans try to warn Johnny Bacchus of who’s coming, but it’s no use! The roar of the crowd is deafening!
Bacchus is sizing Adeyemi up, and he starts charging forwards to make sure the King’s Dead- but Charlie sneaks under the ropes and interrupts his advance, breaking it up with a double axe-handle to the skull!
BG: It’s Charlie Nickles! First, he cost Bacchus the X-treme Championship, and now he’s trying to cost him the
Universal! What’s he got against Johnny boy?!
JC: Charlie’s coming out to save his War Games Captain! It looks like he's still loyal to the Prince!
Charlie and Bacchus both spill over the top rope, each man taking a nasty bump on the apron before falling outside! Charlie rises first, grabbing Bacchus by his hair before chucking him over the ring-side barrier, right into the laps of the front-row fans!
JC: Charlie and Bacchus are duking it out in the stands!
BG: But Johnny needs to find his way back into the ring, Charlie’s a complete distraction to him right now!
Charlie then turns quickly and grabs Sebastian, who’s seemingly still caught in a daze. The Nickleman throws The Emperor back into the ring under the bottom rope before leaping over the ringside barrier to follow Bacchus. Much to his surprise, however, Johnny has already recovered, he stands there waiting with a vicious haymaker that knocks Charlie silly! Charlie and Johnny begin trading big blows back and forth, with Charlie being busted open almost immediately! The pair continue trading blows back and forth, with Bacchus seeming to gain the upper hand as the brawl spills deeper and deeper into the stands!
Back in the ring, Adeyemi and Sebastian are slowly rising to their feet, and even the referee is beginning to stir! Both competitors are caught in a daze, the bright lights shining down on them as a sold-out stadium watches them leave everything on the line. Sebastian’s crimson mask leaks onto the mat as he receives a sudden burst of energy, charging forward with unrelenting speed! The Emperor lashes out with a clothesline, but The Prince saw it coming, and ducked under it just in the nick of time! The Prince continues charging forward, using his momentum to leap onto ropes for a springboard! The Emperor refuses to let The Prince out of his sight, and he turns around to face him: just in time to see Adeyemi leaping back at him from atop the ropes!
BG: This could be it!
JC: The Emperor’s in big trouble now, Brody! He doesn’t even see Adeyemi coming!
Coming off the top-rope springboard, Adeyemi manages to catch Sebastian in the Guillotine of Dethroning mid-air! The Prince wraps an arm under the chin of The Emperor as his legs wrap around the waist, driving both men to the mat with unmet momentum! The Emperor’s head receives the full-brunt of the blow, and his crimson mask splashes across the ring!
The referee drags himself over to the pin before he begins to make the count!
1!
Suddenly, we see Johnny Bacchus leaping back over the ringside barrier, charging towards the ring at full speed!
2!!
And Johnny slides into the ring!
But he’s too late to break up the pin!
3!!!!
| Winner and NEW UNIVERSAL CHAMPION – Prince Adeyemi |
BG: He’s done it! He’s done it! Prince Adeyemi has dethroned the Emperor, and regained the Universal Championship! They said it couldn’t be done, they said that his path to redemption was too long a road to walk…yet he here is, VICTORIOUS!
JC: Prince Adeyemi did what many had thought impossible, and the fans here in this sold-out stadium couldn’t be happier! The Empire has fallen, and in it’s place, the beloved Prince has risen again!
The referee brings the universal championship up to Prince Adeyemi as Bacchus just lay on the mat, halfway inside the ring, feeling the exhaustion from defeat. Sebastian lays knocked out cold as Adeyemi gives him only a moment of sideye. Then, the newly crowned Prince raises his belt high into the air for everyone to see.
| Special Thanks to... Atticus Gold Peter Principle Liam Desmond Dolly Waters Aurora Charlie Nickles Bobby Bourbon Madison Dyson And to everyone who roleplayed! |
RE: Snow Holds Barred 2025 - Prof. Bobby Bourbon - 01-27-2025
Backstage, we see The Revolution sipping some Big Rock Candy Mountain Co-op coffee together.
"Sorry, fellas, if I wasn't there, Game Girl wouldn't have stolen my move and used it against me."
Schism and Mark Flynn nod along with Bobby.
"If it's any consolation, this was a non-title match, as Thad was too scared to have us defend these."
Bobby, Mark, and Schism all hold up their Trios Championship Belts. This is a Revolution, who cares if the suits can't recognize them? Suddenly, Schism points down the hall.
"My colleagues in arms and brothers in work, see what I see?"
Down the hall are three figures who have made countless appearances in XWF media. Bob Whiskey, Chasm, and Bark Flynn.
"Hey, it's the lousy dollar store knockoffs of us!"
"WE SPENT DECADES BECOMING WHO WE ARE!"
"SOMEONE AS GOOD AS TEMU MADE COPIES OF US THAT ARE AS GOOD AS TEMU WOULD MAKE!"
"Woah, easy, we're the commies now, shouldn't we, I dunno, detente?"
"The stooges who will upend the corporatocracy will upend the corporate stooges!"
Schism tosses his empty cup aside and rushes Bob Whiskey, and with a straight right breaks his nose!
"Oof, right in the analogue!"
Flynn sees the opportunity and downs his coffee before running and nailing Chasm with a Busaigo Knee! Bobby puts his cup down and walks down the hall, standing in front of Bark Flynn.
"So, uh, do I kick the dog here? I never kicked a dog."
Mark and Schism also look rightly baffled.
"Bobby, you're beyond that kind of thing now."
Bark Flynn yips at Bobby. He squats, scooping the pooch into his hands as it nips at his arms.
"I dunno, guys, I mean, I could punt this lil fella and all."
"If you kick dogs when they're down then the dogs will bite you when you are!"
"Do you write fortune cookies?"
Schism shakes his head to the negative, playing off the notion that he has written thousands of fortunes. Bobby pets the dog.
"Who's a good boy?"
RE: Snow Holds Barred 2025 - SolemnIncline - 01-27-2025
Wait, Chasm is back?!?
RE: Snow Holds Barred 2025 - Scoops McGee - 01-27-2025
Scoops McGee hobbles his way down the corridors of the XWF, grunting and grumbling under his breath as he's littered with cuts and bruises. As he passes by an intersection in the halls though, he glances down one hall, finding Bob Whisky and Chasm laid out with Bark Flynn in Bobby's arms?!
Scoops blinks once, blinks twice even, before pinching himself to see and confirm if this is the real world. A groan and a roll of the eyes follows, before he continues staggering down the halls. "Need me a goddamn trip to the doctor is what I need after seeing those chucklefucks again. ...Maybe not a hospital, though... I hate the fuckin' hospital."
His voice trails off as he continues to walk away.
RE: Snow Holds Barred 2025 - Prince Adeyemi - 01-27-2025
Isaiah King sat on his knees in the center of the ring, the Universal Championship pressed tightly against his chest. His hands trembled as if the weight of the belt was heavier than he remembered it to be. He didn't look at it, couldn't. Instead, his gaze drifted upward, caught in the glare of the blinding stadium lights that now seemed far too bright for the moment.
The crowd, moments ago a roaring sea of chaos, had quieted. Their shock mirrored his silence, their sporadic jeers like faint echoes in a deep void.
At ringside, Charlie leaned against the guardrail, blood streaking down his face, a grin curling his lips despite the punishment he’d endured. His eyes burned not into Isaiah but the exhausted insurgent at the edge of the ring.
Isaiah’s head snapped toward the ramp. His body reacted before his mind caught up, every nerve firing in anticipation of that familiar presence. He expected.... But the ramp was empty. The cameramen were gone. The show was over.
There was no music, no celebration. No hand on his shoulder to ground him. Just him.
The realization hit him like a tidal wave. It was his again. His throne. His reign.
And yet, as Isaiah rose to his feet, clutching the championship like it might slip through his fingers, he felt the weight of it more than ever.
The Lonely King stood tall in the spotlight, but his shadow stretched further than it ever had.
RE: Snow Holds Barred 2025 - Prof. Bobby Bourbon - 02-02-2025
(01-27-2025, 02:33 PM)SolemnIncline Said: Wait, Chasm is back?!?
"No! We put him out of wrestling just now!"
Mark and Schism look shocked, shaking their heads no.
"I mean, he injured himself tonight tripping over his own toenails like a weird dork and I, nor anyone I consort with, did anything stupidly violent to him."
"..."
"Besides what we all saw Mark do."
Mark seethes. Bobby looks back at him.
"Be chill, let me work."