AN ENTIRE MONTH’S WORTH OF PYRO SETS OFF ALL AT ONCE ACROSS THE ARENA!!!
The camera pans across the rowdy and possibly deafened crowd!
Until it circles to the commentators booth.
PC: Ladies, gentlemen and everything in between welcome to SAVAGE!!! I’m Pip Collins joined as ever by the lovely Liz Weinberg and do we have a show for you!
LW: That’s right, Pip, the Ides of March are looming as the round two of the tournament continues and we’ll see a rarity of a main event as Aurora and Yelena Gorgo proved equally matched in every aspect in their last bout and are facing off again in a triple threat with someone who made mincemeat of their first round opponent, Solomon Kline!
PC: And that mincemeat, Tommy Gunn will be facing off against Dickie Watson later tonight; someone who is still an exciting face to see here in XWF. We’ll also have half of the tag champs Madison Dyson facing off against the former Universal Champion; Sebastian Everett-Bryce.
LW: But first, to kick off a great night, we have Canada’s favorite Tatiana Jolee versus Television Champion Charlie Nickles in round two of the Ides of March tournament.
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.
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. Dressed in her blackout ring attire with matching boots and pads - her hair is pulled up in a bun and she has a black leather jacket with the Canadian flag on the back.
Say a prayer for me
PC: Say a prayer for me!
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me
PC & LW: 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
Tig: “Making her way to the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia… TATIANA JOOOOOLEEEE!”
LW: Tatiana heading to the ring looking fired up!
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
PC: Who wouldn’t be with a song this catchy, Lizzie!?
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.
PC: TJ looking in prime fighting condition!
LW: If I was Charlie, I’d be the one asking…
LW & PC: Say a prayer for meeeeee~
Charlie Nickles lumbers out onto the ramp with a scowl on his face to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
LW: Nice of Charlie to dress up for his match tonight.
PC: Indeed, I believe those are his dress tracksuit pants.
Tig: “Introducing her opponent hailing from Steubenville, Ohio. Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is the REIGNING, DEFENDING Television Champion! “That Bastard!” “The Nickleman” CHARLIE! NIIIIIIIIICKLLESSSSSSsss!!!”
Nickles hoists his title up as his name is announced and rolls into the ring.
PC: Nickles has been in solid form since his return to XWF. Surrounded by gold both coming and going and boasts a damn fine win/loss record.
LW: Despite looking like what fell out the backside of an old poodle, Chuck’s proven to be a stellar wrestler and one to look out for in 2025. Fans saying that this go around is reminiscent of his 2020 debut, perhaps even better!
PC: Never judge a book by its cover, Liz, even if the cover is sunburnt, torn and has “lunatic” sharpied over it again and again.
The two glare at one another as the referee stands in the center, the crowd pop as they excitedly await the opening bell.
Ides of March Tournament - Quarter Final
Charlie Nickles©
- vs -
Tatiana Jolee |
DING! DING! DING!
And both competitors sprint towards one another!
Firing on all cylinders they meet in the middle with a tie-up before unleashing a barrage of fist to each other's heads! The crowd roar as they trade chants while Nickles and Jolee strike back and forth, back and forth before Charlie gets a cheap forearm into Tatiana’s jaw and tries to whip her to the corner but she hops and reverses the whip into a fluid hip toss!
Charlie barrels over and gets to his feet quickly as Jolee is on top of him wrapping her arms around his gut and going for a German Suplex! But Nickles swings back wildly with an elbow which Jolee ducks and smoothly transitions into an O’Connor roll! The ref slides in for the count!
1
…
2-KICKOUT!
Charlie pushes Jolee away and sprints up getting a glancing boot across Tatiana’s cheek who rushes low and grabs Nickles leg and spins into a single leg takedown looking for an ankle lock and hoping for more but Nickles scrambles to the ropes quick as can be and Tatiana releases the hold.
PC: Very smart move from Nickles! He knows his weaknesses and being chained up by Tatiana is one of them.
LW: Being chained up by her doesn’t sound bad to me at all.
Jolee raises her palms as Nickles slowly rises with a grin and one hand on the rope.
Charlie creeps from the rope with one hand up in the air teasing a test of strength which Tatiana anxiously obliges as he she keeps an eye on Charlie’s movements. Once their hands clasps Nickles kicks Jolee’s gut and she doubles over as Charlie hastily knots up her arms and looks for-
PC: DEVIL HOOK DROP!!!
But Jolee with a huge burst of strength and a mighty roar lifts her head up and flips Nickles behind her with her arms still caught!
LW: COUNTERED!!! INTO A GODDAMN VERTEBREAKER!?
Tatiana sits on the canvas for a moment with a hiss of pain as the crowd pop huge, Nickles shakes the cobwebs as he tries to throw a hand to the ropes in a haze.
PC: The ingenuity from Jolee is unmatched, in all my years I don’t think I’ve ever seen Charlie’s Devil Hook Driver countered with a vertebreaker! And if I have my memory is poor and I should be worried!
Tatiana adjusts her arm as she takes a step up and makes her way to the champ; giving a stiff stomp to his calf and booting her way up his body before dropping down with a textbook elbow onto his spine and quickly locks in a crossface!
LW: Beautiful technique from Tatiana! Targeting the limbs and spine before going for the submission and Chuck has nowhere to go!
Nickles cries out in pain as his vision is blinded by Jolee’s knuckles and she reels back on his neck.
Charlie claws at the air wishing a rope would get in the way but they remain a meter away!
Nickles’ shaky hand hovers over the canvas before he slaps down once in frustration and retracts his arm, digging his nails into Jolee’s wrists and dragging his fingers down! Red slices appear on Jolee’s arm as she hisses in pain before wrenching back further!!!
Chuck screams in agony before it turns into a sickening laugh followed by his teeth digging deep into Tatiana’s hand!
Jolee cries out and releases the hold!
Charlie’s head drops to the canvas as he chuckles, spitting a gob of blood onto the mat and Jolee gives him a receipt in the form of a stiff punch to the temple before tending to her hand as the ref bandages her.
Nickles rolls to the apron clutching the side of his head and pulls himself up using the ropes. Tatiana pushes the ref away as she rushes Charlie with a forearm but Nickles ducks under the strike throwing his body through the ropes and shoulder checking Jolee in the gut!
Nickles grabs a handful of hair and grinds Tatiana’s face across the top rope to the 5 count of the ref! Charlie releases at the last moment before dragging Jolee out onto the apron, throwing a stiff chop across her chest before-
PC: BIG SIDEWALK SLAM!
LW: Onto the apron! That’s gotta hurt!
Charlie drops to the outside as Jolee hangs on the apron; her head dangling over as Nickles paces the outside to the admonishment of the ref who begins his ten count.
Nickles sizes up Jolee.
Takes a few steps back.
Sprints forward!
WHACK!!
HUGE boot to Tatiana’s temple!
And Jolee tumbles to the outside as well.
Charlie laughs to himself as he takes a breather while Jolee is crumpled on the ground; the ref restarts his ten count.
ONE!!
Nickles waves off the ref, mouthing off on how the champ can take his time.
TWO!!
He plucks Jolee up and pulls back on her hair, talking shit as he walks her around the outside.
THREE!!
Nickles lifts the ring apron before throwing a punch into Jolee’s gut before grabbing her by the collar and waist and hurling her under the ring!
FOUR!!
PC: Unique way of dispatching your opponent from Nickles here!
Charlie climbs the apron and re-enters the ring, getting to the center and raising his arms in victory.
FIVE!!
LW: Charlie thinks he’s won already! A count out victory, so cheap.
PC: A win is a win, Lizzie!
SIX!!
Charlie places his hands on his knees as he gets ready for Jolee to reappear as he hears the crowd perk up.
SEVEN!!
BUT CHARLIE’S LOOKING THE WRONG WAY!!!
JOLEE FROM BEHIND RUSHES IN AND WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND CHARLIE’S NECK!
LW: SLEEPER HOLD!!!
The crowd pop huge!
Tatiana whips Nickles back and forth as he’s almost frothing at the mouth but the champ manages to throw his head back into Jolee’s nose and she has no option but to release the hold!
PC: Charlie escapes by the skin of teeth!!!
To the ire of the crowd!
Nickles falls and clutches his neck knowing he was a millisecond away from losing as he backs away and he scrambles forward for a lariat which Tatiana bends under; hooking Charlie’s arm and sends him hurdling with an arm drag!
Nickles bounces off the mat and onto his feet, drunkenly turning into a kick to the gut and a snap DDT!
Charlie drops but his feet keep going! He slumps forward crashing into the turnbuckle and dazed and confused his wobbles to his feet.
PC: Charlie Nickles is reeling folks. Tatiana Jolee has come into this fight much better prepared than last time. Not underestimating Charlie and now she has him right where she wants him!
Jolee size the staggering Charlie up, she leaps for his head
DOUBLECLUTCH!
The codebreaker rocks Charlie, he turns around, staggering on his feet. Jolee can sense it! The crowd is going wid! She scrambles over to Charlie, hooks him around the neck from behind…. THE CALGARY CRIPPLER!!!
The Captain’s Hook Submission is applied perfectly!
Charlie howls in agony, trying as hard as he can to make it to the ropes. But Jolee squeezes her eyes shut, she grunts and pulls on Charlie’s limbs with all of her might. Charlie crawls and crawls, desperately reaching for the ropes… HE’S NEARLY THERE
BUT JOLEE FLIPS HIM BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING!
WHICH GIVES CHARLIE ENOUGH WIGGLE ROOM TO ROLL OUT OF THE HOLD!
Charlie is badly injured from the move, but lucky to have not submitted! Jolee tries grappling the hold back in, but Charlie stands up, and fights her off!
JW: Unbelievable! I thought for sure that Jolee had Charlie’s number there!
PC: Right when it looked like Charlie was on the brink of tapping, that crazy bastard found a way to break free!
Charlie lunges forward, grappling for Jolee, but she wraps his arm around his head and hits a running bulldog. Charlie is flattened like a pancake. She picks the TV champion back up by his head, she steps beside him going for a side-russian legsweep…
BUT CHARLIE PUSHES HER OFF OF HIM AND INTO THE ROPES!
Jolee hits the ropes and bounces back…SUNSET FLIP ON CHARLIE!!!!
BUT SHE CAN’T PULL HIM DOWN!!!
CHARLIE SITS ON TATIANA AND PULLS HER LEGS BACK FROM BEHIND INTO A COVER!!!
1!
2!!
33333NOOOOOO-LEE, JOLEE!!!
SHE KICKS CHARLIE OFF OF THE PIN!
AND HE GOES FLYING INTO THE REF!
JW: Oh jeez, Pip! That poor ref has been knocked out cold!
Charlie squashes the ref in the corner and turns around into a
DOUBLECLUTCH!
Charlie falls back into the ref again, smashing him in the corner a second time.
Tatiana runs in, she grabs Charlie by the neck again, SHE FLIPS HIM INTO THE CALGARY-NOOOOO
CHARLIE SPINS JOLEE AROUND!!!!
DEVIL HOOK DROP!!!
Charlie knows the ref is out. He limps over trying to revive the poor dead zebra…
PC: Wait…. WHAT’S THIS????
LW: Is that… THAT’S SARAH WOLF!
Sarah Wolf has grabbed the TV title from the timekeeper and slips into the ring. She sizes Charlie up with the belt and just as he turns around…
CHARLIE NARROWLY DODGES THE ATTACK WITH THE BELT!
Sarah Wolf stumbles forward, and into a A Devil Hook Drop!
Charlie pushes Wolf out of the ring. He notices the ref starting to stir, and Jolee starting to stir.
He grabs the title, and lunges at Jolee…
NOW DUCKS THE ATTACK!!!
Charlie hits the ropes, and rebounds with the belt….
CRACKING JOLEE IN THE HEAD THIS TIME!
Charlie throws the belt out of the ring, just as the ref comes to…
Charlie covers Jolee
1!
2!!
3!!!
| WINNER AND STILL TELEVISION CHAMPION advancing in the Ides of March Tournament: CHARLIE NICKLES! |
PC: My goodness! What a rollercoaster ride that was!
JW: Just when it looked like Jolee was about to witn that television title and move onto Ides of March, Charlie Nickles came through!
PC: Well, with a bit of an accidental assist from Sarah Wolf, Charlie Nickles finds himself not only defending his gold, but moving on in The Ides of Chuck!
Tommy Gunn is already in the ring as Savage comes back on air.
LW: Well, Pip, we got our next match coming up, and it'll look to be a fast but furious one.
PC: That's a polite way of how to refer to a match involving Tommy Gunn.
LW: You can never count out how much of a sheer physical specimen Tommy is! Still, he's gonna be facing an opponent eager to bounce back after how last show went...
The aggressive electronic riff opening of “DEATHLIST” by Code: Pandorum and GHØSTKID blares across the arena’s speaker system as the lights shut off entirely. The edges of the entryway flash the lime green color and the lights flicker and strobe on the stage as the opening continues to play, rhythmic and angry. As the lyrics whisper out "You're number one on my Deathlist", the lights die out entirely, and the arena is covered in darkness. As the music plays again, combined with the rest of the aggressive instruments, the lights on the stage turn on, casting Dickie Watson in the same green from the floor of the stage upwards, the lights from above strobing as before while he smirks. He takes a couple of steps forward into the limelight and looks around at the crowd before raising his arms out to the side. Dickie doesn’t waste time in heading for the ring. He crosses to one side around the apron, doing as he always has done and high-fiving a few select fans with a smile on his face, then doing the same to the opposite side, using both hands to do so. He then reaches upwards and grabs the rope, jumping up with both feet to the apron and propels himself over the top rope into the ring. He climbs the bottom one and raises a fist upwards as the crowd pops. As his music fades, he drops to the corner, pulls on the ropes to test them, and then squats down in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Tommy Gunn
- vs -
Dickie Watson
|
Watson and Gunn go in for the tie up!
LW: Pip, Dickie is really going to have to be quick to deal with the larger Gunn!
PC: True, Liz, but when's the last time Gunn pressed any advantage they had?
Watson transitions into an arm wrench, then wrings the arm a second time, putting more torque on the shoulder! Watson throws a shoulder block into Gunn's wrenched rotator cuff!
Another shoulder into Gunn's shoulder as the fans wince! Watson goes for a third rotation of the arm, flipping Gunn over!
Watson maintains control of the wrist, and sets in a hammerlock to the seated Gunn!
PC: Watson is wrestling a clinic out there, Liz!
LW: Gunn is being completely outmatched as Watson is simply outwrestling him!
Gunn, having a bright idea, throws a back elbow to Watson! Watson cinches in the hammerlock deeper, but Gunn goes with another back elbow to Watson!
Watson recoils, releasing the grip! Gunn pivots and stands in one fluid motion! The two sides quickly face off as Gunn tries to move in, looking for a lariat!
NO! Dickie ducks underneath the lariat, tacking Gunn’s back and SMACKING him right on the back of his neck! Gunn lurches forward, groaning at the sudden damage as Dickie takes a waist lock again, and begins
to
LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFT!
PC: What the Hell is Dickie doing?! He can’t be serious! Gunn’s way too big to throw him around!
LW: I don’t think that’s going to stop him, Pip! Dickie’s wanting to make a statement with this win, and that involves hitting the Millennial Fallout on a hulking beast like Tommy Gunn!
Tommy tries to keep his footing intact, but he can’t stop himself from being lifted right into a GERMAN SUUUUUUUUUUUUUPLEX! TOMMY GETS DROPPED RIGHT ON HIS HEAD AS DICKIE HOLDS THE BRIDGE FOR A MOMENT BEFORE LETTING GO!
The fans pop wildly for the display of strength as Dickie raises his arms triumphantly! But now, he sizes up Tommy, who’s slow to recover as he blinks out the stars in his eyes…
Dickie boots Tommy right in the gut! Brings his head right between his legs, grabs onto him for the side… and twists him out while lifting him up! JUST SO HE CAN SLAM HIM RIGHT INTO THE MAT WITH A REVERSE STO!
LW: Dickie’s Revenge! Hit to perfection! And I’m sure Dickie’s gotta be thinking about revenge after how Sarah Wolf screwed him out of the Ides of March tournament last Savage!
PC: If Dickie’s wanting to send a message, that’s not a bad first step!
Dickie hooks the leg as the ref counts!
OOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEE!
LW: Dominant victory here tonight for Dickie Watson!
PC: Let’s see if they can keep that momentum up again!
Watson gets his hand raised in the center of the ring as he nods, feeling the rush of adrenaline overtake him. The pop from the fans washes over him, and he barely regards Tommy Wolf as he rolls out of the ring and heads to the back while Savage fades out to commercial.
Backstage, we see Dominick Strife and Isla watching the action on a monitor. Dom leans over to Isla and says something the camera can’t quite pick out when a voice calls out from out of screen shot.
“Dommy! Bubby! Baby!”
Dom whips around and is quite abruptly face to face with Madison Dyson! She’s got her tag team championship over her shoulder. She picks it up and tips it in the direction of Dom’s own XTreme championship, sitting on his shoulder.
“Gold looks good on ya. Welcome to the club.”
“Heh. Yeah. Thanks.”
Isla looks between the two of them.
“Hey, I can go find something to do if you guys have…business….to discuss.” She says the word “business” like she hadn’t quite settled on it.
Dom holds a hand aloft.
“Nope! I wouldn’t have you anywhere but right here. Anything said here you can absolutely be privy to. I’ve got no secrets.”
“Yeah. No secrets!” Madison chimes in. Then, holding a hand out towards Isla for a shake, Madison continues.
“We’ve never met. Madison Dyson. Dominick Strife’s manager.”
“Manager, huh?” Isla replied with a side eyed glare, while somehow still looking at Dom the whole time.
“You don't look like him. You look like the crazy old hag that was running her hands all up and down Dom's pecs. I'm Isla, by the way. The pleasure is yours.”
Madison’s lips thin into a tight line of frustration before she speaks. She forces on a smile, points at Isla but looks at Dom.
“Oh, this one’s punchy! I like….punchy.” She trails off as she shoots daggers at Isla, but presses on regardless.
“Anyway, I’m not sure what “old hag” you’re referring to. Probably Gorgo. But I think what we’ve got here is a case of mistaken identity. Right, Dommy?” She prods him.
Dom does the best he can to place himself between the two ladies.
“Hey, listen. It's been a crazy couple of weeks for all of us, alright? We've been up, we've been down, we've been all around, and everywhere in between, right? Right?”
Dom looks at Madison, and then over at Isla. They're both still shooting daggers at each other with their eyes.
He sighs.
“Look. Maddie. Isla didn't mean anything by it. And Izzy, Madison has some physical boundary issues that I swear she is working on. She's not that old… Shes like… 38– ish. We don't have to start World War 3 right now over nothing. So let's try this again, shall we?”
“I’m 27.” Madison deadpans.
“But hey, I’m nothing but cool.” Madison starts in, but notably doesn’t give Isla a chance to speak.
“Anyway Dommy, I was thinking we could beef up security around you while you’re carrying that title. Speaking of wars, I know some guys who are ex-military with very fair rates. I can surround you in the best mercenaries money can buy and keep you safe.”
Isla rolls her eyes. Dom purses his lips.
“They wouldn’t happen to be like, 9 foot tall twin half brothers, would they?” Dom asks.
“Cause I…uhh… kinda don’t think they want to work with me anymore. I… might have kicked those dudes' teeth in.”
“Pfft. Waaay better than those chodes.”
“Welp, I’m sold.”
“Dom!” Isla chimes in, nudging him in the arm.
“You cannot be serious.”
“On second thought. With you looking over my shoulder like you did at Anarchy, why would I need to spend the cash on ex-military? When I’ve got Maddie the Baddie right here!”
Madison looks proudly at Dom, and even spares a gloating look for Isla, before replying.
“It was nothing, my dear. Illicit interventions in championship matches are what managers are for!”
Dom’s eyes widened.
“What does Illicit mean?”
Isla pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head.
“Illicit meaning, well, not exactly above board.”
“So, like, you distracted Old Man Scoops for me or something?”
Madison looks mildly surprised.
“Oh Dommy, you didn’t see” Madison trails off.
“I popped him in his gross weathered nutsack from behind.”
Dom gasped and looked questioningly at Madison.
“So you mean to tell me that, You… Madison the Baddison Dyson… gave the LEGEND Terry “Scoops” McGee… the ol’ dick twist? And that’s why I won?”
For a moment, Dom couldn’t believe it. He took the Xtreme Championship belt off of his shoulder, and held it out as though the leather and gold plates disgusted him.
He shakes his head.
“I can’t believe this.”
Isla placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Well, yes, she did technically help you. But you already took everything Scoops had to throw at you. You’re the one who kept yourself going. Plus, you’re the one who finished him off.”
Madison placed a hand on Dom’s OTHER shoulder, drawing some ire from Isla that she naturally chose to ignore.
“And look Dommy, don’t get all bent out of shape about HOW it happened. The important thing is that it DID happen.”
“Why?” Dom said as he looked from the belt back up to Madison.
“Why help me? You could have pinned Scoops yourself.”
Madison looks a bit taken aback, almost like she wasn’t expecting such an obvious question. With a nervous smile and a chuckle,
“Well…I…...uhhhh….” Then, taking her hand off Dom’s shoulder,
“It’s like this…”. More hem hawing followed.
“Okay! So! I guess it could be said that I…ya know…never really cultivated….*ahem*....what you might call…fri…” Madison looks like she’s really struggling here.
“....frie….” She starts to look a bit frustrated.
“...frien….”
“....friendships?”
“Yeah, I guess. Uh, that’s the word. I never really cultivated THAT. And I’ve recently experienced some adjustments to my thinking that made me realize that having THAT gives you a sort of….strategic advantage, ya know?”
“Plus it’s just nice to have friends.”
“Yeah.” Madison looks like she’s still struggling with this, but less than before.
“Anyway that’s why I helped you out with Scoops. Plus, I’m your manager. So there.” The final words spoken with a sort of childish defensiveness.
Dom looked over at Madison, then back at Isla, and then back at Madison.
He looked down at the Xtreme championship in his hands.
He tosses the belt back onto his shoulder and extends his hand.
“Well.. consider yourself my Friendager.”
Madison stuck out a hand and Dom took it.
“I can deal with that.” Then, pivoting quickly to another topic.
“Now about your security team. Some of them MAY have been tried…but not convicted!...of war crimes. How much of an issue is that for you?”
“Ugh.” Dom sighs.
“Baby steps. Innocent until proven guilty, right?”
“Always! It’s my entire credo for living!”
The camera pans back as Dominick, Madison, and Isla all walk away, deeply engaged in conversation.
LW: Folks, on any other night… heck, on any other show, on any other wrestling program around the world? This next bout would be the main event!
PC: Damn right, Lizzie! Make no mistake, even though there’s no belt on the line, these two competitors have legitimate claims to being the top talents the XWF has on its roster!
LW: But only one’s walking out with a W tonight!
Madison Dyson saunters out onto the ramp as a plume of gold smoke filters out, one of the two XWF Tag Team Title belts resting on her shoulder!
LW: There she is! The “Utter bitch” and “probable sociopath”, Madison Dyson!
PC: Whoa! That’s some very misogynistic language coming from you, Liz!
LW: …What? I’m reading off her intro card!
PC: So much for the tolerant left!
Madison Dyson then heads down the aisle confidently, bitching out any plebes that dare to boo her. She's often clad in elaborate feathery robes. The X-Tron shows a barrage of images of Madison kicking the holy living shit out of that abject loser Sean Parker and others, intercut with her name logo and a queen's crown laden with barbed wire.
LW: …Regardless. Dyson has spent the last few months riding the heights of her career! She’s locked down multiple belts and, at Snow Job, she and Dolly Waters did the unthinkable and knocked off the XWF Tag Team Champions, Lucy Wylde and Aurora!
PC: Dyson spent her early XWF career managing the most dominant talents in company history! But, these last few months? She’s looked like she belongs among them!
LW: But, tonight is truly her biggest test! Can she succeed tonight?
Once at the ring, she takes her time getting in, walking gingerly up the steps and demanding the official hold the ropes open for her.
The lights in the arena dip to black in time with the sirens and beat to the opening of Sweatpants (BattleTapes Remix) by Childish Gambino, the lights then beginning to flash, alternating left and right onto the ramp. In time, the letters "S", "E", "B", and then "Empire" flash one at a time on the big screen until the lights stop flashing as the lyrics hit.
"She askin' “Why you say that?!”
The beat drops and the lights flash on the rampway again. As they do, the screen illuminates with "SEB" and then "EMPIRE" flashing on the sceen.
"Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain"
Sebastian Everett-Bryce flings his arms wide, staring up with his head covered by the hood of his Lizet. He stands in the middle of the ramp, the lights beating down on him, before looking out at the crowd. He wears a long Lizet with the hood pulled up over his head, zipped to the waist. The Lizet, 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’s in black and white and appears to be cracked and broken. His tights are short, with the initials SEB emblazoned upon the front.
LW: And here he is! THE 2024 XWF Superstar of the Year! One of the most dominant Universal champions to ever compete in the XWF! And one of the most electrifying talents to ever grace the wrestling industry! Sebastian Everett-Bryce!
PC: Yeah, fine! He’s a multi-time Universal champion. And sure, he’s beaten a smorgasbord of the XWF’s best since his first day signing with the XWF. And fine, he’s been the ELO’s top superstar for five consecutive months!
…
……
LW: But?
PC: What?
LW: You were building up all things about SEB, like you had a thing to say against him.
PC: …No, he’s very talented. I just *really* don’t like him.
The lights lift, and SEB makes his way to the ring, stretching his neck from side to side as he walks, his eyes focused on the ring. He climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes before standing in the middle of the ring.
"I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain"
He extends his arms once more before pulling back his hood and removing his Lizet to reveal the back of his tights which read “S.E.B”
"Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!)"
LW: Be that as it may, SEB suffered a shocking loss last Warfare to Trashtalk Royalty, James Shark! One of the incredibly few one-on-one losses SEB has suffered since joining the XWF! And it took SEVENTY ELBOWS straight to Everett-Bryce’s skull to even put Shark in a position to win!
PC: Speaking of those elbows, I can’t believe SEB is the kind of competitor who can come off a hellacious match like the one he had with Shark and throw himself back in the mix without any recovery time!
LW: He’s just that good, Pip!
SEB flashes his arms out to a side, a satisfied and somewhat sneery grin upon his face, he holds the position for a moment, to allow the crowd to take pictures, before moving towards his corner.
…
The two meet dead center of the ring
SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE
- vs -
MADISON DYSON
Singles Match
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The bell rang!
Dyson drinks in her opponent, her eyes running up-and-down the EMPIRE… SEB remains stoic in the face of this visual analysis, eyes steely and focused on Dyson.
LW: You have to remember, Pip! These two might have the highest in-ring IQ in the entire wrestling industry! This is their poker table and both these two are looking for a single cue… A tell! Something that they can use to their advantage!
PC: I hear you, Lizzie! But, it’s been seven whole seconds since the bell rang, SOMEBODY HIT SOMEBODY!
Just as Collins complains over the lack of action, Dyson makes her move… She steps casually to the center of the ring, her posture loose yet predatory…
Before… extending her hand?!?
LW: A pre-match handshake?!? From Madison Dyson?!?
PC: Hang on, I’m opening my weather app to see if Hell’s frozen over…
Sebastian’s expression remained cautious, his brows knitting together in a subtle frown. Dyson’s fingers wiggled in invitation, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
LW: This might be what Dyson was talking about in her promo, Pip! Dyson said, if she wants to kill SEB? She has to respect him! Is she showing respect to setup to, as she put it, cannibalize SEB?!?
PC: Oh, have some faith in Dolly, Lizzie! Dyson’s tag partner has been trying to get Maddy to turn over a new leaf! Clearly, this is a manifestation of Waters’s goody-two-shoes nature rubbing off on Dyson!
SEB eyed Dyson’s hand like that of an intruder in his home. His muscles remained tense, his knees bent, ready to snap to attention.
…Still, Everett-Bryce took a step forward, his hand slowly reaching out, but his eyes never left hers.
LW: Oh my gosh! Sebastian Everett-Bryce, the ultimate sportsman, is accepting a handshake from Madison Dyson!
Their hands come inches… centimeters apart…
…
But the moment the competitor’s fingers touched, Madison’s boot snaps downward! Her heel crushing into the arch of Sebastian’s foot!
LW: It’s a double-cross! Dyson’s played Everett-Bryce!
PC: Honestly, it was so predictable, it came back around to me being surprised by it! Good play by Maddy!
SEB’s eyes widened, pain flaring in his expression as his leg involuntarily buckled. Dyson’s face shifted—her smirk dropping into a cruel sneer!
Dyson lunged forward, her hand darting out, fingers curled into claws. SEB raises his arms, prepared to grapple…
But Madison’s hands slip past SEB’s! As Dyson rakes her nails across SEB’s eyes!
Sebastian’s head snapped back, his hands reflexively covering his eyes. Everett-Bryce’s fingers press against his eyelids, desperate to clear his vision.
LW: C’mon! Can the ref get involved to get Dyson to obey the rules!?!
Indeed, the official admonishes Dyson with a stern warning. But Dyson completely ignores the official, laser-focused on exploiting this momentary advantage she’s claimed over the former Universal champion!
Dyson heads straight for SEB with a head full of steam!
SEB, still partially blinded, throws a desperation haymaker…
But Dyson dips under the strike! Now behind Everett-Bryce, Dyson’s arm snakes around SEB’s neck!
Swinging neckbreaker!
…BLOCKED!
Despite Seb’s blindness, his natural reflexes kick in! The moment Dyson’s latched her claws around his neck, his feet shift with flawless timing, finding balance as he planted his weight low.
As Madison twisted into the neckbreaker, SEB turned with her, his core tightening, and he rolled through the momentum… both execute one rotation, before ending up face-to-face!
Where SEB launches a boot straight into Dyson’s abs! Dyson cradles her gut, backing up against ropes!
Dyson’s eyes widen with shock at how her underhanded tactics brought her ZERO advantage, as SEB wipes his eyes clear, before beckoning for Dyson to try it again!
LW: Absolutely incredible sequence by SEB! Dyson is no slouch and Everett-Bryce countered her well-plotted opening salvo as if Dyson mailed it to him a week in advance!
From the ropes, Dyson’s eyes narrow… Her eyes quickly, frenetically scan, trying to figure out where SEB’s drawing this awareness from…
Seizing the moment, and refusing to let Dyson calculate any longer, SEB shoves himself forward…
Dyson’s caught off-guard… As SEB leaps through the air!
DROPKICK connects!
SEB’s boots crashed into Dyson’s ches!. Dyson’s body snaps backward, her arms naturally latch around the rope behind him, as she tumbles up and over the ropes… narrowly landing on the apron!
PC: Well, Lizzie? You spent all that time yapping about SEB’s wrestling instinct, how about you compliment Dyson’s not landing on the floor from that dropkick! She’d be in no-man’s-land if she didn’t keep her wits about it after eating that boot to the jaw!
LW: …Uh, sure, yes. *ahem* Very impressive.
PC: …You sexist.
Dyson peels herself off one knee to stand on the apron, gripping the top rope… Everett-Bryce makes a break for the ropes, looking to BUMP Dyson off the apron!
Everett-Bryce runs right at Maddy!
…But Dyson, with catlike reflexes, slips over a foot to the side as Everett-Bryce spins into a shoulder block…
And lifts her knee! STRAIGHT INTO SEB’S SPINE!
SEB pedals shakily forward, cradling his back!
PC: GREAT counter by Dyson!
Dyson, seeing SEB vulnerable, scrambles through the ropes, back into the ring! She paces forward, looking to grapple SEB’s neck and skull from behind, looking for a bulldog!
…BLOCKED!
LW: Wow!
When Dyson grasps SEB from behind, SEB plants his feet on the mat… His right hand surges forward, shoving Dyson out of her grip and toward the turnbuckle!
Dyson spins, before cradling her back, after it connects with the turnbuckle pad, reverbating the opole!
LW: Does Everett-Bryce have eyes in the back of his head? Somehow, some way, SEB counters his way out of another ambush tactic by Madison Dyson!
Everett-Bryce snaps to from the center of the ring, as if he cranked out that counter without even realizing it, seeing Dyson is embedded against the corner turnbuckle!
Sebastian’s eyes spark, seeing an opportunity! Everett-Bryce breaks into a sprint!
Everett-Bryce glides through the air like a force of nature… Seeking a handspring back elbow!
LW: Everett-Bryce showing off amazing grace here, looking like an Olympian!
As Everett-Bryce closes in, Madison’s eyes widen… She quickly calculating the angle, and she dropped flat to the mat, slipping backwards to the center of the ring!
Everett-Bryce is already airborne! The crowd let out a gasp as Sebastian collided with the corner.
PC: Uh-oh! Looks like Mister Floor Exercises is about to eat SHIT on that turnbuckle without Dyson there to cushion his move!
…NO!
Amazingly, Sebastian’s body shifts in midair and his feet finding the second rope. He remains perched, pointing out at the crowd as they hoop and holler!
Madison’s face at first betrays disbelief! Before settling into an angry sneer! Dyson kips up athletically, before charging forward, looking to attack SEB while he’s up on the ropes!
BUT! In one smooth motion, Sebastian backflips over the charging Dyson! Dyson’s claws narrowly miss catching SEB’s ankles, as his body arcs gracefully through the air! Dyson spins around in the corner, as Everett-Bryce lands before her, his arms immediately up, ready to go another round!
LW: Ladies and gentlemen, Sebastian Everett-Bryce!
The crowd erupts, screaming and hollering for the absolute master class of agility SEB just put on!
Dyson is taken aback… she grunts furiously as she hears the crowd boom in favor of SEB!
LW: Dyson said she wanted to beat SEB, she wanted everything SEB had! Well, if she wants it, SEB’s making it clear she’s going to have to earn it!
Dyson snorts furiously, before rushing out of the corner, her movements wild and unrefined, her palms swinging in open-handed slaps!
LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT!
Sebastian’s expression remained stoic, as he bobs and weaves, narrowly avoiding every strike from Dyson!
LW: Dyson getting more and more desperate here to put SEB down! And SEB seems comfortable letting Dyson tire herself out!
PC: Oh, shuddup Lizzie! Dyson’s got SEB right where she wants him!
Indeed, SEB’s back inches toward the corner! Dyson finishes her offensive flurry with a spinning back fist, aimed at decapitating The Empire!
But SEB ducks under, breaking into a forward roll, before springing to his feet!
Dyson swings so hard at taking SEB’s head off, she loses her footing and stumbles onto her knees against the second turnbuckle!
LW: Dyson’s giving it all she’s got… But, is she hitting a ceiling?
Dyson’s chest heaves, exhaustedly, resting for a moment on her knees… before she slapped the turnbuckle with both hands, breaking back into a sprint out of the corner!
LW: Here we go ag-
Suddenly, mid-charge, Dyson’s knee shifts under her! She collapses on it, cradling!
”AHHHHHHHH! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Dyson howls, cradling her knee to her chest!
LW: Oh no! Dyson pushed her body to its limits… And it might have broken under her!
PC: What a travesty! What an injustice! How could this happen?!?
LW: Well, when you’re Maddie’s age…
PC: SHE’S 27!
LW: Riiiiiiight, and I’m an ankle model for men’s lower calf accessories.
Dyson clutches her knee to her chest, screeching, trying to maintain her breathing, as she furiously slams her fist against the mat!
The referee’s emergency training kicks in, asking if she can support weight on it? As Dyson screeches at the official, Sebastian’s head cocks to the side, curiously.
LW: You have to feel for both of these competitors… Dyson called this the biggest match of her career, it must kill her to suffer an injury… And while this does get SEB back on track wins-and-losses-wise… no competitor wants to win this way…
…
LW: Well, ironically, Dyson might. But a sportsman like SEB definitely would not!
…The official readies his arms to throw up an X, calling the match off.
…SEB’s muscles relax, thinking it’s ov-
WHAM! In one fell swoop, Dyson extends her “injured” leg, booting the official in the chest!
LW: What!?!
The official stumbles backwards into SEB, who reflexively catches the attacked official…
…Just as Dyson springs off the mat…
With a running boot to the skull! SEB gets WALLOPED across the face, landing on his back!
Dyson lounges herself over the ropes, catching her breath… as the official lands on his back as SEB covers his face, surprised by the kick!
PC: A full recovery! It’s a MIRACLE!
LW: Oh shuddup, Pip! Dyson played possum, and let SEB think she was medically injured so she could attack him! Truly the lowest of the low!
The crowd rains down boos on Dyson, as she brushes “dirt” off her shoulder, pleased with herself…
SEB slowly starts to rise to his feet… As Dyson wraps both mitts around the back of his head! She leaps, and sit-outs, driving her skull against SEB’s!
SIT-OUT JAWBREAKER!
Sebastian’s head reels back, looking woozy on his feet, eyes glassy, limbs heavy. His chest heaved, his breaths shallow and uneven.
Madison’s eyes shimmered with satisfaction. She rose up to her feet, backing into the ropes…
She measured him, her head tilting as she rebounds off the ropes!
A RUNNING BOOT! Straight to SEB’s temple!
PC: Lot of head attacks from Dyson onto SEB!
LW: Of course! Dyson’s trying to exploit that vulnerable head from Shark’s 70 elbows, just two weeks ago!
PC: …What?!? You think Madison is TARGETING an opponent’s weakness? No way! Has anyone ever done that before? In wrestling history! We start a change dot org petition about this!
LW: …I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, Collins.
Dyson’s strike connected straight-on with SEB’s temple. His body spun with the force, his legs giving out as he crashed to the mat. His body prone, his arms splayed, his breathing slow and labored…
Madison Dyson stood over Sebastian Everett-Bryce, drinking in this moment as the disgusted crowd continued voicing their disapproval.
Dyson raises an arm, taunting the crowd, as their boos doubled in volume!
Dyson’s sly smirk on her face twisted into something darker, more sinister. Her lips curled back, revealing clenched teeth, and a manic gleam shimmered in her eyes. Dyson drops into a mount over SEB…
LW: Oh God! It’s just like I said! Dyson is copying Shark’s attack plan beat-for-beat to try and replicate his success against SE-
CHOMP!
Suddenly, Dyson bites down! Sinking her teeth into his forehead!
LH: OH MY GOD!
PC: Ya gotta admit, Lizzie! Shark didn’t do that! That’s all Dyson!
Sebastian's body jolted, his hands rush to shove Dyson’s face off, but her mandibles sink deeper into the side of his skull!
LW: JEEZUS!
PC: Bet you thought when Dyson said she wanted to cannibalize SEB, she meant it figuratively!
SEB’s face contorted in pain, his neck tendons visibly straining as he desperately tries to wriggle out of Dyson’s unorthodox chomp!
The crowd recoils in horror their voices shouting and rising in protest. Not like their previous ‘Boo!’ but like ‘someone DO something about this!’
The referee, who was honestly so shocked by Dyson’s biting offensive, he was momentarily shocked out of his duties, finally moves to break it up!
ONE!
SEB desperately reels back his leg to kick Maddie’s midsection!
TWO!
Maddy eats a boot to the side, but clings like a lamprey onto her prey!
THREE!
SEB seethes, grunting and howling, as Dyson…
FOUR!
Releases the bite!
LW: Oh, thank God!
SEB turns over onto his face, cradling the side of his head… as blood runs down his temple!
Madison wipes her arm across her face, smearing red all over her arm! The official rushes to admonish her… But her eyes flaring with defiance as she threw a sideways glance at the official. The official hesitates… As Dyson marches across the ring toward her downed opponent!
PC: Madison tastes blood in the water! She’s circling her prey like a moray eel!
LW: …You’re working really hard not to describe Dyson as a shark, Pip.
Madison reaches her opponent, swinging back her leg!
PUNT KICK! Strigh into Sebastian’s ribs!
Everett-Bryce’s body folds, his knees tucking up as his arms wrapped around his midsection. His breathing had become more shallow as he cradled his ribs… His forehead still dripping blood onto the mat!
Dyson began circling the downed Empire…
Stomping his knee! His ankle! STRAIGHT down on his foot!
LW: OH C’MON!
PC: This is all part of Dyson’s strategy, Lizzie! Quit being a baby!
LW: Dyson’s not trying to beat SEB, she’s trying to cripple this young man for life!
SEB cradled his leg to his chest… Before Dyson stomped on his arm, preventing Everett-Bryce from even holding his agonized limbs…
PC: Dyson, making every move precisely and deliberately, like a butcher carving a Christmas ham!
As SEB lies on his back, physically agonized, Dyson mounted over SEB’s prone body!
Then came the punches!
Against SEB’s cheekbones!
His brow.
His head snapped left, then right, his skin reddening under the onslaught.
…SEB crawls backward just far enough…
To latch his arm under the bottom rope!
The referee dove in, slapping his hand against her shoulder.
ONE!
Dyson launches another punch against SEB’s temple!
TWO!
SEB raises his other arm, shielding as best as he can, as he clins onto the ropes with his other hand!
THREE!
Dyson rains down one last punch onto the top of SEB’s chest…
FOUR!
Before rolling backwards onto her feet!
The crowd boos again! The official again admonishes Dyson for not obeying his commands!
Madison shot her hands up, palms out, a mock innocence crossing her features.
LW: The official, telling Dyson not to disobey his commands or he’ll disqualify her!
PC: What command did she disobey, Lizzie! Dyson has until FIVE!
…Dyson backs up toward the ropes… again, carefully measuring…
As SEB releases the ropes… desperately trying to climb back to his feet to get back into this match!
LW: SEB, still fighting, still refusing to roll over and die! He truly has the heart of the champion!
Sebastian’s eyes fluttered open, blood still seeping out of his old temple wound… His breathing was erratic… His expression completely blank—an empty canvas.
Dyson carefully circle-steps behind SEB’s back… Carefully adjusting her sight like a hunter staring down at a rifle scope at the most majestic buck in the forest…
SEB’s chest heaves, as he shoves himself up to one knee…
Dyson moves to strike! She charges, aiming to boot to take SEB from behind…
LW: C’mon, SEB… Not like this!
PC: It’s all over but the crying, Lizzie!
AMERICAN!
HISTORY!
YIKES!
…
……
MISSES!
PC: WHAT?!?
Dyson’s boot, aimed perfectly at the back of SEB’s skull, eats nothing but air, as SEB slides to the side… Dyson’s stance is off-center… Vulnerable as SEB’s whole body snaps off the mat…
And SEB’s bicep latches onto Dyson’s throat from behind!
NIGHTFALL!
SEB has the NIGHTFALL locked in!
The crowd immediately leaps to their feet! Absolutely enthralled by the sudden turn of events!
Dyson’s face was suddenly awash with panic… she struggles to break-free, but SEB’s muscle memory kicks in! His legs loop around her waist, tightening like a vise. His forearm tightens against her carotid artery!
LW: Every move Dyson makes only locks her deeper and deeper into SEB’s NIGHTFALL! Nighty-night, Dyson!
PC: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Madison’s arms flailed, her fingers clawing at his bicep. Her feet kicked against the mat, the canvas absorbing the erratic rhythm of her struggle.
The crowd surged, screaming for SEB to finish Dyson off! Sebastian's face, though battered and bruised, suddenly returned to its stoic determination. He squeezed with all his might! He poured every ounce of his remaining strength into the hold!
Madison’s writhed, less like a person trying to escape… And more like a caught fish, desperately trying to flop back out of the boat!
Her eyes spasm… She shakes and gyrates… But her arm hangs by its side, limp!
The official grabs Dyson’s arm!
…
IT GOES DOWN! ONE!
LW: SEB’s gonna do it! SEB’s gonna escape with possibly the hardest-fought win of his career!
Dyson’s thrashing becomes weaker and weaker… She weakly turns to the side of the ring… But, SEB’s grip is unbreakable!
The official raises her arm again!
…
AGAIN IT GOES DOWN! TWO!
PC: NO! NO! NO! PLEASE GOD NO!
Dyson’s eyes close…
The official raises Dyson’s arm again…
…
……
IN A SUDDEN MOTION, Dyson’s leg spasms forward under the bottom rope!
JUST BEFORE HER HAND DROPS!
LW: YES!
The crowd pops after seeing Dyson’s arm drop!
…
But the official waves it off! Ordering SEB to Break the Hold!
SEB releases the hold, exhaustedly, holding his aching head as he lies on the mat…
LW: …Wait, what? The match isn’t over!?!
PC: Use your eyes, Lizzie! Dyson got her leg under the bottom rope! That breaks the hold just as well as grabbing the rope itself would do!
The official stands over SEB, explaining that the match will continue… SEB nods… (or his head just droops with exhaustion…) as he tries to shove himself back to his feet…
GASP! After a few seconds lying unconscious, leg dangling under the rope, Madison Dyson suddenly surges to life, coughing and wheezing as air rushes back to her lungs!
PC: C’mon, Lizzie! We’re waiting! Call out Madison Dyson’s champion’s will for surviving SEB’s sleeper hold!
LW: Oh shuddup, Pip! Dyson’s been torturing SEB all match!
Madison slumps over the bottom rope, as she sucked in greedy gulps of air, like she hadn’t breathed in weeks!
…SEB exhaustedly shoves his way back up to one knee… Woozily rising to his feet.
Just as Dyson pulls herself up to her feet by the top rope…
SEB, despite his injuries, charges forward, trying to catch Dyson on the backfoot!
…But, Dyson’s hand clamped around the top rope, as her shoulders scrunch defensively!
SEB tries to lock her in a front facelock, pulling her off the ropes…
But the official steps up, starting a count to get SEB off!
LW: What the Hell is the official doing?!?
PC: Uh… his job, Lizzie?!? Dyson’s in the ropes! SEB can’t attack his opponent while he’s in the ropes!
The official starts a count as SEB tries to pry Dyson’s grip off the ropes!
ONE!
Dyson clings for dear life!
TWO!
…Exasperatedly, SEB releases the hold, raising both hands to show the official he’s ceased the att-
WHAM! Dyson, still gripping the ropes, launching a mule kick! DRIVING her foot straight into SEB’s kneecap!
…There’s a wet pop!
As SEB collapses onto his back, cradling his knee once more!
LW: …I HATE Madison Dyson.
PC: I’m sure she cares what you think, Lizzie.
As the crowd rains down disapproval for yet another underhanded attack, Madison’s expression was void of empathy. Dyson’s leaned over SEB, her hair hanging loose as she whispered something venomous only he could hear.
Then, she rose her leg! AND STOMPED right down onto SEB’s kneecap!
The crowd continued to rain down boos… As Madison circle-stepped around the ring like a matador that just stuck her bull!
LW: Oh c’mon! If Dyson is so sure this one is over, why doesn’t she just end it?
PC: You only get wins like this once in a lifetime, Lizzie! She’s SAVORING it!
Dyson struts around the ring, her arms draped over the top rope as she runs her mouth at the crowd. The official tries to catch the celebrating Dyson, pleading for a fair fight, but Madison completely blows him off.
Finally, Dyson grasps SEB, pulls the Empire onto his feet… As she maneuvers him up into a firemen’s carry, then shifts him into position…
For a…
DEAD!
BITCH!
WALKIN’!
PC: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
…
IS COUNTERED!
PC: HOW DOES HE KEEPING DOING THAT?!?
As Dyson tries to shift SEB into position, he drops out the back under Dyson’s legs…
AND TUGS HER DOWNWARDS, stacking her onto her shoulders!
Everett-Bryce, significantly weightier than Dyson, tries to shove down on her with all his strength!
ONE!
Dyson desperately tries to pedal her legs to raise her shoulders off the ground!
…Nothing doing!
TWO!
SEB’s shoving downwards, giving it all he’s got!
…Dyson suddenly goes limp!
THREEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOO!
Surprised by Dyson’s lack of resistance, SEB overpowers the stack, inadvertently taking Dyson off her feet!
LW: Dammit! DAMMIT! For the second time in this match, SEB almost snatched victory from the jaws of defeat!
PC: Careful, Lizzie! Your journalistic bias is showing!
LW: Collins, you have the GALL to talk to ME about journalistic bias?!?
…SEB collapses onto one knee, clinging onto the middle rope. As Dyson skitters over to the ropes.. She fumes, furious that SEB is still fighting!
She dashes, parallel to the ropes, seeking to boot SEB in his bleeding temple!
When SEB plants a fist on the mat for leverage…
And with a surge of adrenaline…
Whips his leg through the air! His core snaps like a whip!
As his foot rotates like a goddamned mace…
STRAIGHT INTO DYSON’S CHARGING SKULL!
ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
LW: YES! YESSSS!
PC: NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Dyson’s head flops backwards against her neck… before she collapses against the mat!
And SEB also collapses ontop of her!
The official, barely able to contain a gleeful expression drops to count!
The crowd counts along with him!
ONE!
LW: YES!
PC: NO!
TWO!
LW: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
PC: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
…
…….
……….
BUT MADISON DYSON’S BOOT WAS DRAPED OVER THE BOTTOM ROPE!
LW: FOR FUCK’S SAKE!
PC: Oh thank God… I am had a heart attack there!
…SEB rolls off Dyson, dead-center of the ring… lying flat on his back… blood still gushing out of the side of his head…
Dyson… after SEB’s hellacious kick… is also bleeding from the head now.
Both competitors lay sprawled around the ring, like a scene out of a war movie. The referee’s voice cut through the haze, his arm rising and falling as he started the ten-count.
ONE!
TWO!
PC: Wait! No! This can’t end in a double countout!
LW: That’s one thing we agree on, Pip! Someone should win this absolute war!
Madison's fingers twitched, her eyelids fluttering as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Sebastian’s chest expanded with a deep breath, his fingers curling against the mat as he fought to push himself up.
THREE!
FOUR!
The crowd swayed, screaming for SEB to get up! Madison finally blinked herself back to semi-consciousness, her jaw slack, her expression a dazed puzzle of pain and disbelief…. As she reached up to grab the middle rope…
SEB exhaustedly shoves his body off the mat… His arms shake, sputtering with what little fuel he has in the tank…
FIVE!
SIX!
Sebastian's leg shook as he braced against the mat, his knee screaming with every inch gained.
Dyson… having latched her arms around the middle rope… Pulls herself to her knees.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
SEB’s shoves himself, through sheer force of will, up to one knee…
…As Dyson pulls herself…
NINE!
…
Just before ten, both competitors make it to their feet!
LW: Oh my God! This one isn’t over!
PC: This has gotta be the finale, Lizzie! We’re about to see who takes this one!
Dyson charges forward from the ropes toward SEB!
…SEB raises a boot and kicks Dyson in the gut!
Dyson doubles-over!
SEB latches Dyson in a front-facelock… Looking for a vertical suplex…
…Dyson goes Up…
And over…
BUT LANDS ON HER FEET!
LW: Good Lord, I can’t take much more of this…
Before SEB can turn around, Dyson soccer-kicks SEB’s weakened leg out from under him!
SEB, agonized, drops to one knee…
As Dyson runs back toward the ropes…
Sliding across the ring…
AMERICAN!
HISTORY!
YIKES!
…
IS DODGED!
PC: FUCK!
SEB sidesteps Dyson’s kick, slipping behind her back…
AND AGAIN LOCKS IN THE NIGHTFALL!
…But this time, Dyson sticks an air in between her throat and SEB’s bicep, trying to keep SEB from collapsing her windpipe…
The crowd screams as SEB boa-constricts himself around Dyson’s frame, dragging her to the mat!
Dyson, with her left hand, tries desperately to keep from passing out…
The official hovers over Dyson, asking if she wants to tap out…
She spits blood at the official!
…SEB tries, with every bit of his might to squeeze Dyson’s larynx shut!
…Dyson, with her right hand, reels back…
And OPEN PALM STRIKES SEB in the temple!
LW: C’MON! Dyson is STILL targeting SEB’s head! That last match might have given him a concussion!
PC: Did Maddy make him show up for work two weeks after taking seventy elbows? No? Then shuddup about it!
SEB’s eyes close, as blood runs down his temple… Squeezing with all he’s got…
Dyson reels back… ANOTHER open palm strike to the skull!
…Dyson’s left hand is flattening from SEB’s pressure… Her face is turning purple…
…As blood runs down SEB’s head…
A smile crosses his face.
LW: …That doesn’t look like SEB’s usual stoic demeanor…
Dyson reels back!
WHAM!
..Suddenly, SEB drops to his side! The blood runs down his skull, cradling his head!
LW: Dammit! SEB couldn’t hold on! DAMN MADISON DYSON TO HELL!
Dyson scampers up to her feet as SEB shoves his way up to his…
A crooked smile plastered across his face…
As Dyson leverages him onto her shoulders!
…
AND SLAMS EVERETT-BRYCE SKULL-FIRST ONTO THE MAT!
DEAD!
BITCH!
WALKIN’!
Dyson collapses exhaustedly onto the Empire!
The official drops to count!
1!
2!
…
……
THREEEEEEEEEE!
LW: …DAMMIT.
…
LW: *sigh* An absolute war from start-to-finish, folks. Sebastian Everett-Bryce, battling through potential injury, fought with every bit of heart you could ask for! Bu-
PC: BUT TONIGHT! MADISON DYSON! HAS ENDED THE EMPIRE!
LW: Oh shuddup, Pip! SEB will be back…
…
LW: Er… we very much hope!
The moment the bell rings, the XWF ring crew rushes down the ramp with an all-new canvas to replace the one covered in red…
The crowd is despondent… Deathly silent…
As Dyson lies on her back… cackling in victory…
…Or…
…Wait…
Is that… SEB…?
PC: Ladies and gentleman… It's time for the main event of the evening.
LW: Of the enormous battles this week, perhaps none have been as anticipated at this one.
A rematch of the second round in this tournament, now coming to the head again here in the quarterfinals… I still can’t believe what we witnessed the last time…
PC: Two weeks ago in Detroit, the world witnessed Yelena Gorgo and Aurora destroy one another. Both landing shots, so devastating, and in such secession, that neither competitor could continue the match. As much of a stalemate in the wrestling ring as one could witness.
Both declared winners via stoppage, and thus both advanced in this March to Ides.
LW: But tonight, joining them is a very game foil.
PC: The rookie Solomon Kline, defeated the seasoned vet Tommy Gunn. And if anyone thinks for a second that Aurora and Yelena Gorgo are the only two to watch here tonight, you’re going to be in for a rude awakening.
LW: Aurora and Gorgo definitely made it clear that they’re not sleeping on Kline. All three competitors are locked in and focused, ready to win this battle.
PC: We’re in for one helluva’ Main Event folks!
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 ♫
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.
[white]PC: Folks, we’re not even sure if this is Yelena Gorgo anymore.
LW: We heard the chilling words of the Eater of Dreams this week, the Entity. There’s something much, MUCH different about this Gorgo. Different from what Aurora had to deal with before.
PC: This Entity speaks on the behalf of Gorgo, and particularly despised the verbal attacks Aurora launched at Gorgo’s family. THis Entity is here to make Aurora… and everyone… bend to it’s will.
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.
All lights in the arena go dark and James Hetfield's opening vocals of Metallica's "The Memory Remains" blares suddenly over the public announce speakers. A minimal yet vocal minority of the fans in attendance shout the first lyrics aloud along with the singer:
Fortune, Fame, Mirror, Vain
Gone Insane
But the Memory Remains
The lights and the big screen both stay completely black. A single word appears on the screen:
. : A U R O R A : .
The guitar and drums come crashing in, along with the rest of the instrumental section. Soon after a mako green spotlight shines down upon the stage where Aurora herself is now standing. She’s wearing a mask that covers her face in what looks like old, pitted cast iron. Her hands and wrists are taped in all black tape and her silver-colored hair is pulled back into a ponytail. A smoke machine billows from beneath her, partially obscuring the view.
Rochelle Adams: Making her way to the ring at this time, she hails from Arizona Bay. Ladies and Gentlemen, AURORA!
Aurora walks through the smoke and down to and around the ring with purpose, moving all of the way around to the southeast ring post before pulling herself up onto the ring apron. She centers herself on the apron and stands facing the crowd.
PC: Aurora believes that Gorgo has misidentified her, as a hero, as chosen poster child. Pointing out that if anyone has an easy route in life, that it’s Yelena Gorgo herself.
LW: Yes, but Aurora is facing the entity tonight, and this will be a much different battle. But Aurora knows that.
Another glowing emerald spotlight shines straight down on her as laser-lights mimic the northern lights onto the smoke that has gathered around the ceiling of the arena. She pauses for a few moments staring upward before turning and entering the ring.
PC: And these two women are in the ring now… THEY’RE FOREHEAD TO FOREHEAD READY TO TEAR ONE ANOTHER APART! THEY’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR TWO WEEKS!
PC: BUT FIRST THEY’RE GOING TO HAVE TO CONTEND WITH *THIS MAN*
"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.
LW: You can tell that Pip is as excited about this match as I am!
PC: Solomon Kline, the son of Crazy Crimson Kline!
LW: This kid’s got it, just like his father had! People forget that Solomon Kline didn’t meet his father until he was nearly a teenager! Crimson Kline assumed that Solomon was killed at birth… and just like the prodigal son, SOLOMON HAS RETURNED!
PC: Indeed he has, and he’s taking the XWF by storm as a rookie, ready to continue that momentum here tonight.
LW: His first main event, but the lights aren’t too bright for Solomon. He made it clear that he too has something dark brewing in him…
PC: Of course he does… He’s a product of The Ripper himself!
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.
AND KLINE CHARGES RIGHT IN AT GORGO!
Ides of March Tournament - Quarter Final
Solomon Kline
- vs -
Aurora
- vs -
Yelena Gorgo
Triple Threat Match |
The bell rings as Kline tackles Gorgo out of nowhere, and begins wailing on her skull. Gorgo is able to roll Kline over, but it leaves her back open to a falling knee from Aurora! Aurora is eager, she’s grabbing at the back of Gorgo’s hair and pulling her head, but Kline and Gorgo are still exchanging shots. Gorgo swings back at Aurora with an elbow, but Aurora shifts and connects with another knee to the spine. Kline grabs Gorgo’s throat as she eats the knee and begins to stand. Aurora throws another knee at Gorgo trying to pummel her, BUT KLINE GRABS AURORA BY THE THROAT TOO!
PC: Look at the power of Kline!
A double chokeslam!
Kline falls with both Aurora and Gorgo, and they all more or less, are back to their feet around the same time. Gorgo looks hurt early, but she’s immediately throwing a judo strike at Kline, grabbing his throat now, and pushing him into the corner! Aurora is hitting the ropes, taking off after them. A jumping knee… but Gorgo turns and catches her with a variation suplex!
As Gorgo stands, Kline wraps around from behind- German Suplex! Is countered by Gorgo! With a German Suplex of her own!
LW: Talk about power! Gorgo? The Entity? Is a phenom! Look at how she just planted a man of Kline’s stature!
Gorgo wrenches Kline up by the arm, and leads him to the turnbuckle. She climbs it backward, and balances out on the ropes, turning Kline's arm around to the elbow- snake eyes! But Aurora is diving into the ropes out of nowhere! BUT GORGO ANTICIPATES IT!
She leaps off before Aurora can capitalize! She takes Aurora out with a diving clothesline using both her and Solomon’s arm!
PC: A phenom, indeed!
Aurora crumbles, but as Gorgo lands on her, Aurora rolls through with a monkey flip! Unbelievable!
Gorgo lands on her feet and cleans Aurora with a devastating running elbow strike! But in comes Kline. He starts battering Gorgo over the back with big clubbing forearm smashes. He hammers her down, gets her in position for a powerbomb!
He lifts Yelena up, powering her onto his shoulders. But Gorgo is throwing judo chops down on Kline’s skull. He stumbles with her around the ring. Gorgo is pummeling him! But Kline gets her near the ropes, and LIFTS HER OFF OF HIS SHOULDERS! AND!
PC: My god! He just powerbombed Gorgo out of the ring!
Kline falls forward, and is already getting a knee to the back of his knee from Aurora! She grabs Kline’s head and begins battering him with repeated knee strikes to the ribs, to the shoulder, to the skull. He’s in bad shape!
BUT YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!
Kline powers through and lifts Aurora with a back body drop right over the top rope! Aurora falls near Gorgo on the floor, and Kline falls to the mat, absolutely battered and exhausted, and the ceiling nearly falls from this crowd's ovation!
The whole arena stands, cheering and clapping as these three are laid out. Gorgo and Aurora are to their feet. Gorgo rakes the eyes, and leads Aurora by the head toward the steel steps. She slams Aurora - NO Aurora catches it with her arms, and throws an elbow back at Gorgo’s gut. She turns for a knee strike now, BUT GORGO HAS HER AGAIN! TWO HANDS AROUND HER THROAT!
She lifts and slams Aurora’s spine into the apron. Aurora howls, but still throws a knee that caves into Gorgo’s gut. Aurora drops to her feet and charges in, but Gorgo flattens her with a belly to back suplex! Aurora bounces from up from the floor, her back in miserable shape as she howls out. Gorgo kicks her in the spine, and then wraps her arm around her neck, lifting her into an STO. BACKBREAKER!
Gorgo picks Aurora back up, and begins moving her toward the apron. She sits Aurora up there on her rear, and then climbs beside her, she lifts her for a neckbreaker suplex… AIMING FOR THE STEPS?!
But a big running dropkick from Kline, through the ropes! Both Gorgo and Aurora fly from the apron and crash land awkwardly to the floor. Gorgo catching the railing, and Aurora catching the steps on their ways down. Kline steps out on the apron, and hops to the floor on his feet. He starts battering Gorgo, and whipping her into the corner of the barricade. He charges at full speed and SPEARS GORGO THROUGH THE BARRICADE!
The two are wiped out! Suffering considerable damage from the move. Aurora limps up to her feet. She takes a few breaths, assesses the situation… she runs to the barricade and leaps ontop, running down the side until she reaches the opening destroyed by Gorgo and Kline. Just as Kline is getting to his knees, Aurora leaps off of the barricade with a flying knee to the back of his skull.
They both crash down, landing on Yelena. Aurora is up to her feet, she tries pulling Gorgo by the arm, but she can’t get her up, the awkward weight of Kline making her difficult to move. Instead Aurora mounts Gorgo and begins hammering down with elbow strikes. Gorgo tries covering up but at least three break through, catching her in the nose, and in the mouth. Another elbow is thrown and Gorgo barely perries it, shifting Aurora and locking her into body scissors! Aurora is trying to slip through, but it’s no use! Gorgo is flexing her thighs and crushing aurora’s ribs!. Now Gorgo rolls her in the scissors, and mounts! She bashes Aurora over and over in the skull with her forearm, blood falling out of her mouth on Gorgo’s face. Kline is up now, and he grabs Gorgo by the head, pulling her off from Aurora. The two are standing, exchanging forearms. Gorgo outclasses Kline with her hands, connecting with a brutal series of judo strikes. Kline is falling back, he tries catching himself, and then lunging forward for a grapple- but a drop toe hold from Gorgo, and Kline smashes face-first into the steel steps!
PC: An absolutely brutal take down there from Grogo!
Before she can capitalize, another knee to the spine comes flying in. Gorgo falls over on top of Kline, and just before she stands back up, a spinning heel kick from Aurora puts Gorgo on the floor. Aurora jumps in the ring. Set looks out at Gorgo, and then looks at Kline whos getting to his feet, she vaults over the rope with a diving meteora attack and puts Kline right back down, and sends the crowd into a frenzy.
Aurora is up. She approaches Gorgo. But Gorgo is already attacking as she climbs to a knee, the two start trading blows and the arena roars. Aurora goes for a step up enziguri, but Gorgo catches her leg. Aurora is hopping around on one foot, and Gorgo smashes her with a clothesline. She looks over to see Kline getting to his feet, but she’s not going to give him that opportunity. She grabs the top of the ring steps, they’ve already been partially jarred loose.
LW: Those steps must weigh 100 pounds!
She runs forward and bashes Kline right in the shoulder with the steps. She turns back to Aurora now, whos crawling toward her on her belly. Gorgo yanks Aurora up and SNAP DRAGON SUPLEXES HER ON HER NECK!
Gorgo SNAP DRAGON SUPLEXES AURORA A SECOND TIME!
She rolls Aurora into the ring, sliding in behind her for the cover
1!
BUT KLINE!
He pulls Gorgo back out by her boot!
The two are standing on the outside exchanging fists. Kline grabs Gorgo by the throat! He lifts her up! COKESL– GORGO ELBOWS KLINE IN THE HEAD UNTIL HE DROPS HER!
SHE LANDS ON HER FEET!
Gorgo spins Kline around into a front face lock
BUT A SUICIDE DIVE FROM AURORA!
PC: Where in the hell did she come from?!
LW: Do you not remember the war Aurora and Gorgo were in last time? Aurora does. Not. stop. fighting.
The move blasts Kline and Gorgo into the barricade- but they’re still standing. Aurora knees Gorgo in the stomach, then Kline! Then Gorgo again! Then Kline again! The next time she hits Gorgo, the former XTreme Champion falls on her rear, and Aurora holds onto the barricade as she proceeds to stomp a mudhole in Gorgo, and walk it dry!!!
SUPERKICK FROM KLINE!
Aurora’s knees buckle and she collapses.
LW: Unlike last week, everytime Aurora and Gorgo go to do battle, Solomon Kline is there waiting!
PC: All three of these competitors want nothing more than to countin their march in this tournament, but also unlike last week, there must be a winner tonight!
LW: What if all three of them beat each other into a match stoppage?
PC: Don’t speak to me.
Kline picks the smaller Aurora up with ease and… puts her in a torture rack! Aurora is screaming, being bent over this massive man’s shoulders. Just as he goes to slam her– GORGO HOOKS HIS ARMS FROM BEHIND!
SUPLEX!
Aurora lands on her feet but is using the apron to help keep herself standing…
Gorgo stands and ENTROPY BLADE!
The knee strike lands flush. She scrambles, and struggles to get Gorgo to her feet. She rolls her into the ring and goes for … wait? Aurora isn’t trying to cover?
PC: Aurora already knows it’s going to take more than that to put Gorgo away!
She willingly lets Gorgo crawl away from her, and sizes her up. Gorgo gets to all fours and.
STARBURST SONATA!
NO!
GORGO POPS AURORA IN THE AIR!
EATS A HUGE SPEAR FROM KLINE!
Aurora lands on her feet!
Kline gets to his knees…
STARBURST SONATA TO KLINE…
NO!!!!!!
HE POPS AURORA UP NOW!
ASHES TO ASHES!
The popup forearm attack lands clean!
AURORA IS OUT!
KLINE FALLS ON TOP OF HER!
1!
2!!
GORGO BREAKS THE FALL!
She lifts Kline by the arm… IPPON!
THE MIGHTY JUDO THROW OF DOOM!
Kline roars in pain as he eats the canvas.
Gorgo covers!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT BY KLINE!!!
Gorgo cannot believe it!
She snarls and mounts right back ontop of Kline, smashing him in the forehead over and over with elbow strikes. She picks him up, locking in a front facelock again… and then wraps her legs around him from behind…
SHE DROPS HIM TO THE MAT!
DEATH CLUTCH! DEATH CLUTCH!
PC: Gorgo has positioned herself perfectly here on this larger opponent! And it won't be long before Kline has to tap out!
Kline muscles over to his belly, but that almost makes the hold worse! He tries crawling forward, his hand reaching out just above the canvas….IS HE ABOUT TO TAP??????
CRITICAL TRIGGER!!!
THE FULL-SPRINT SHOTGUN DROPKICK BLASTS GORGO IN THE FACE!
Aurora kipups to her feet… she turns
STARBURST SONATA ON KLINE!!!!
SHE COVERS!
1!
2!!
HOWWWWW!!!!
A LIFELESS GORGO DIVES ONTO AURORA, BREAKING THE FALL!
Aurora stands and lets Gorgo get to her feet and EVENT HORIZON!
BUT GORGO CATCHES HER LEG!
SHe dragonscrews Aurora to the mat. Aurora pops up and arm drags Gorgo back down, the two pop again, AND ANOTHER ARM DRAG FROM AURORA!
STANDING CRITICAL TRIGGER!
The dropkick blows Gorgo back, tripping over kline and falling through the ropes to the apron. Aurora charges ahead, BUT ASHES TO ASHES LANDS AGAIN!
The pop up falling forearm strike out of nowhere has Aurora down on that mat.
KLINE COVERS!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
AURORA BARELY GETS HER SHOULDER OFF THE MAT!
Gorgo hits the ring, she SNAP GERMAN SUPLEXES KLINE OUT OF HIS BOOTS!
SHE PINS!
1!
2!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Again just barely, Kline now kicks out!
Gorgo gets up on her knees and catches her breath. Aurora is just now coming to…
Gorgo plants her foot and stands. Sizing Aurora up!
KICK DEMON!
But Aurora just ducks out of the way of the roundhouse!
ENTROPY BLADE!
The v-trigger knee strike cracks Gorgo right in the jaw!
Gorgo is staggering back, out on her feet, falling toward the turnbuckle! Aurora moves in, but Kline is fighting to his feet.
He grabs Aurora by the throat!
HE LIFTS HER!!!
KICK DEMON TO KLINE!!!
OUT ON HER FEET, GORGO THROWS A PERFECT ROUNDHOUSE KICK OUT OF PURE INSTINCT!
KLINE CRUMBLES!!!
AURORA LANDS ON HER FEET AND FALLS ON THE COVER!!!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!! GORRRRRGOOOOOO!!!!
SHE BREAKS THE FALL AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT!
Aurora starts nailing Gorgo with strikes as she gets back to her feet. Aurora hits the ropes and flies in at Gorgo, but Yelena drops flat. Aurora vaults over her and runs into the next set of ropes. Gorgo is up and tries to catch her, but Aurora baseball slides between her legs!
Aurora rises behind Gorgo- ANOTHER ENTROPY BALDE!
AND ANOTHER!!!
THREE CONSECUTIVE ENTROPY BLADES!
….
KICK DEMON!
KICK DEMON!
AN ABSOLUTELY UNCONSCIOUS KICK DEMON ROCKS AURORA’S WORLD!
GORGO COLLAPSES
AND AURORA COLLAPSES HARDER!!!
RIGHT ON TOP OF KLINE!!!!!
1!
2!!
3!!!
| WINNER and Advancing in the Ides of March Tournament: AURORA!!! |
All three competitors lie motionless in the ring as the ref calls for the bell.
PC: What an absolute battle that was!
LW: All three of these wrestlers left their souls out there on that mat tonight.
PC: The match almost ends the same as last time between Gorgo and Aurora, except this time, one of them had someone to fall on for the pin!
LW: Take nothing away from Solomon Kline here tonight, he put up one helluva fight, and even controlled both Gorgo and Aurora for long periods of time. This rookie is a star in the making!
PC: All three of these wrestlers are calendar rookies in the XW, and tonight, it’s Aurora who takes one step closer to winning The Ides of March!
Thank you everyone for tuning in! Next time we see you, we’ll be in the land of Shakespeare, watching poetry unfold in the ring.
LW: Beware The Ides of March!
The camera fades on a shot of Aurora, still seeing stars, and bloodied as the ref tries helping her to her feet.
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