Pyro explodes all over the ScotiaBank Arena and all over Toronto. The fans are rabid as we’re joined by the voice of Warfare, the voice of the XWF, Jacuinde Castillo.
JC: WELCOME EVERYONE!
He, and by rule, Brody, lays out as the camera pans the Universe in attendance.
JC: WE! ARE! BACK!
BG: Boy howdy, are we ever!
JC: We’re live and sold out tonight from Toronto as the XWF returns post War Games, post Thanksgiving and ladies and gentlemen, I’m joined tonight as always by Beautiful Brody Goodman!
BG: Rumors of the demise of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation have been greatly exaggerated, Jacuinde!
JC: Folks, we are fresh off the heels of an extremely successful and wildly popular War Games event and Brody, the landscape of the XWF has shifted!
BG: It has! You know, for damn near a year, our Universal Champion, Seb Bryce was thought to be untouchable. He beats most everyone he faces and yet, that rich bitch never even made it out of the first round on Three Mile Island!
JC: In fact it was a familiar face, Prince Adeyemi that walked out as the sole survivor and it has no doubt given rise to his XWF stock!
BG: He’s gotta be in line for a shot!
JC: That remains to be seen, but tonight Brody… tonight, we have sooo much in store the best fans in the wrestling universe!
BG: Why wait!?
JC: And now it’s time for our first match in the evening! Two newcomers to the XWF are looking to cut their teeth against some stiff, and seasoned competition here tonight.
BG: When you say stiff, you’re not kidding… Latoya Hixx is absolutely jacked!
JC: Well here she comes, BG!
BG: OH BABY!
JC: With her 0.01% body fat!
When The Storm 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
JC: Latoya Hixx playing the role of gatekeeper tonight here for the XWF, ready to introduce a couple of new talent acquisitions to the history books of our storied federation!
BG: And I can’t think of anyone better to serve that role here tonight. Latoya Hixx is always down to show off her stuff, and against a couple of newbies? I expect her to make quick work of her opponents tonight.
flexing her muscles, Hixx walks 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 Opponents to arrive
JC: You could be right, Brody, but I think there are a couple of other folks who might have something else in mind here tonight.
The arena lights dim to complete darkness as the opening, soft piano notes of "In The House - In A Heartbeat" echo through the venue. A single, flickering spotlight appears on the stage, casting an eerie glow over the smoke that begins to pour out. Eli Caine steps slowly into view.
JC: WHOA! THAT’S GOTTA’ BE CAINE!
The crowd buzzes with anticipation as he pauses at the top of the ramp, his head bowed in apparent prayer. The tension in the song begins to build; Caine raises his head to reveal the almost dead-looking mask, something he wears to hide any traces of emotions. The faint red lighting bathes the stage as he methodically moves down the ramp, his movements deliberate, as if savouring each step.
BG: That’s one spooky dude! But is he any match for Latoya Hixx? …I’d say the jury is still out
Occasionally, he reaches out toward the crowd as though inviting them to join his "flock," only to pull it back before they can touch him. When the song's tempo quickens, Caine climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes. He moves slowly to the center of the ring and brings his hands together in prayer before finally removing his jacket and moving to his corner.
JC: I think you’re forgetting someone else in your deliberations, BG. Because coming out now is the lad from the mean streets of Brixton in London. An Underground fighting legend, Danny English!
When the opening bars of “Murder Was the Case” begin to echo through the arena, a low, eerie hush falls over the crowd. The beat is slow, methodical, and ominous—setting the stage for something dark, something dangerous. The lights dim as the haunting tone of the intro creeps through the speakers, and the crowd begins to murmur in anticipation.
Suddenly, the lights flicker—then strobe flashes cut through the dark. A heavy mist begins to roll in from the stage, thickening the atmosphere. Silhouettes emerge, distorted by the fog, creating an ominous, otherworldly effect. A figure steps into view—a shadowy, calm presence amidst the chaos of the strobe lights.
BG: Sure… Danny English is a big time signing here in the XWF, but street fighting a bunch of toothless british folks is nothing like what he’ll face here, in the greatest wrestling federation on earth!
Danny English walks out slowly, his silhouette cutting through the fog, his figure almost unreadable under the dim lighting. He wears his black leather jacket, the edges slightly frayed, a nod to his tough upbringing, and his eyes are hidden beneath a hood or dark sunglasses. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t need to. His very presence carries weight. His head is down, his expression unreadable—detached, as if the world around him doesn’t matter. The crowd can feel the tension in the air. There’s no cocky swagger, no over-the-top celebration. Just focused silence.
As the beat drops and Snoop’s voice kicks in, Danny walks toward the ring with quiet confidence. He doesn’t engage with the crowd. He doesn’t raise his hands or make eye contact. His eyes are locked ahead, focused on the ring as if it’s just another battlefield. With each step, it’s clear that he’s mentally preparing for the destruction that’s about to unfold.
The fog rolls around his legs as he nears the ring, the lights flickering in sync with the beat. He slides under the bottom rope with a fluid, precise movement, like a predator slipping into its domain. As he stands, the fog dissipates, revealing him fully in the harsh light of the arena. He slowly removes his jacket and tosses it aside with a simple, deliberate motion, and for the first time, the crowd gets a clear look at the cold, focused expression on his face. He takes his place in the corner, eyes never leaving his opponent, as the music fades out.
The air is thick with tension as the last beats of the track die down, and Danny stands there in complete stillness, like a predator watching its prey. The crowd knows: this man is dangerous, and the match has only just begun. The lights flicker one last time, and the final haunting notes echo, marking the moment Danny is ready to strike.
With Hixx, CAINE and English all in their respective corners, the bell rings!
Eli Caine
- vs -
Danny English
- vs -
Latoya Hixx
Triple Threat Match
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JC: And our opening match of the evening is underway!
Danny English runs straight in for Hixx, while Caine looks on confused. Danny lands a series of brawling uppercuts connecting with Latoya’s solar plexus, before snapping her down to the mat with a fierce frontface hold that he transitions into a chinlock. Caine runs in with a big boot, but Danny breaks his hold on Hixx just in time, as Caine’s leg goes over the middle rope.
BG: Caine might be short, but he’s stout! That kick might’ve taken Danny’s head off!
Danny scrambles away from the ropes, and sizes Hixx backup, but it’s too late! Hixx nearly takes Danny’s head off with a powerful clothesline that sends him flipping in the air before falling violently to the mat. Hixx spots Caine slipknotted in the ropes. She delivers a strong DDT to the XWF newcomer that plants his head on the canvas and goes for the pin.
1!
2!!
NO!
Danny grabs Hixx by the leg and pulls her off.
Hixx turns back and stomps at Danny, giving herself room to stand, but Danny holds onto her boot, and as they two stand, Hixx hopping, he dragonscrews her to the mat.
JC: What an impressive counter there by English!
BG: Meh… beginners luck!
But before he can try to capitalize on the impressive move, Caine is back up and runs it at Danny with another big boot…. BUT DANNY DODGES AND CRACKS HIM WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!
Caine is staggering, and now it’s Danny from the side with a reverse DDT to Caine!
English covers!
1!
2!!
HIXX BREAKS UP THE FALL!
She starts pummeling English in the back, before hooking his arm over her shoulder and lifting him high up while the fans count the seconds of her strength….
1!
2!!
A BIG
3!!!
4!!!!
HANGING
5!!!!!
VERTICAL
6!!!!!!
SUPLEX!
She turns midair as she drops Danny like a jackhammer, and transitions the suplex into a pinfall
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Danny powers out on his own volition!
BG:WHAT!? That had to be a slow count, JC!
JC: Uhh, it wasn’t… but an impressive showing of strength there by Hixx, nonetheless. She’ll need more than that to put away Danny it seems.
Hixx slams a fist into the mat, thinking she had this match won…
BG: Hixx has moved on in the Bashmaster Classic -whatever that is- on Anarchy. She’s beaten the former TV Champion, Mastermind. By my count, she’s on a real roll here in the XWF. This match against these newbies is just childsplay for her.
But suddenly it’s Caine again!!!
ANOTHER BIG BOOT….
…THAT MISSES AGAIN!
POWERSLAM BY HIXX!!!
SHE GOES TO COVER!
BUT IT’S A RUNNING BRIXTON BLADE!
Danny flattens Hixx with his trademark slingblade, and steals her cover over Caine!
1!
2!!
NO!!!!!
Caine just barely kicks out!
BG: This Caine is one tough SOB!
JC: Is he? I wouldn’t know. So far, it doesn’t really feel like he’s shown up here tonight.
Danny looks a little miffed, but quickly composes himself. He lifts Caine back up and drops him back to the mat with a fisherman’s suplex. Just as it looks like he’s going to get some offense going in sequence, here some Hixx! She kicks Danny in the head and whips him into the corner.
BG: Oh boy! Here we go! She’s HIXXING UP!
Latoya begins flexing in the center of the ring and points down to Eli Caine who is staggering up to his feet. She grabs him by the arm and whips him into the corner opposite of English.
Hixx trails after Caine and just as his back turns and slams into the turnbuckle pads, she dives in with a huge splash. She turns and points across the ring at English now, and runs toward him.
A BIG SPLASH!
IS WIFFED!
Danny easily moves out of the way and Hixx lands face first against the turnbuckle pad!
Before she can even react, English wraps an arm around her head, and springboards up the ropes with an impressive DDT, planting Hixx and knocking her out cold!
BG: WHAT WAS THAT!?
JC: He calls that move the Danger Drop!
English pops to his feet, as energized as he was to start the contest. He doesn’t even appear to be breaking a sweat. He looks across the ring and smiles at Caine who is only just now recovering from Hixx’s big splash.
English points his fingers like a gun and runs in. He grabs Caine by the back of the head and…
JC: DANGER DROP TO CAINE! DANGER DROP TO CAINE!
Danny pins Cain’s shoulder’s down with one arm and confidently hooks the leg…
1!
2!!
3!!!
BG: WHAT!?
JC: Unbelievable, I know! Danny English, the XWF newcomer just took a veteran like Latoya Hixx and a monster like Caine to task out there tonight!
BG: Task schmask… beginners luck!
JC: Say what you will, Brody. But I have a feeling we’re watching a future XWF star in the making!
Thaddeus Duke is shown walking down a set of steps somewhere backstage to a pop from the Toronto crowd.
JC: The number two man in the entire company! On his way toward us here in Toronto!
BG: I’m sure the man has a lot on his mind!
JC: No doubt!
Just as Duke’s music cues up, Thad makes his way up a hallway and is handed a microphone by a producer. Stepping into the Pryce Position, the camera switches to another that follows him through Pryce and out through the curtain.
Duke pauses as he takes in the initial crowd response.
JC: An overwhelmingly positive response from the XWF Universe!
BG: The War Games hangover is real, Jacuinde!
JC: It surely is!
Thad makes his way to the ring and as is his custom, spends a few moments with the ringside fans before proceeding up the steps and into the ring as his theme fades out.
I could not be more proud, he begins before a loud pop from the crowd.
I, like so many, have poured my life into the XWF and to have the success we did with an event on the monster scale of War Games…
The XWF’s CFO, COO and CCO pauses a beat and taps his chest with the mic.
It’s been awhile since I’ve stood here in the middle of an XWF ring because my place now is up there, Thad says, pausing to point up to his sky box to a less than enthusiastic response from the Universe.
When I first stepped behind the curtain, one of my biggest fights was against stagnation. For too long, I thought… that the XWF was a victim of its own success, for too long I thought the XWF stayed in business despite itself.
I wanted to change things.
Not for the sake of change but because the status quo, business as usual approach just wasn’t working anymore. The roster was thin and the cupboard was bare as the XWF struggled to keep up with the times.
Thad pauses and starts to pace as he organizes more thoughts.
JC: He’s not wrong.
BG: No, he isn’t.
JC: The company as a whole was…
Jacuinde cuts himself off as Thad continues.
What this company needed was an infusion of talent, fresh ideas and fresh voices at the table. See, people are resistant to those things by nature. People are by and large creatures of habit and throwing wrenches into all their habits has a tendency to piss people off.
Thad pauses and stares right into the hard camera as they slowly zoom in on his face.
But you know how much I love pissing people off and pushing the envelope. There are two types of people in this industry! Those that can, and those that can’t. Those that can’t quickly found themselves out the door as we… together… built the undisputed BEST roster this company has ever seen!
The old timers, those sittin’ on their asses at home that paved the way for the rest of us can sit and stew in their own former mediocrity wishing for the days of old when they still mattered. They can sit and gatekeep their era as the best ever but I promise you. I’ve been around even before I stepped foot in a ring, this era is beyond a shadow of a doubt the new Golden Age of the XWF.
I’d love to claim that I did it all by myself, but I didn’t. People talk, word spreads, reputation spreads, popularity grows and now… this new Degeneration of the XWF is on the brink of something special. Top to bottom I’d put our roster against any roster in the industry and I’m confident that we’d win.
Thad pauses for the pop.
JC: The rebound of the XWF has been nothing short of spectacular!
BG: There are those that wish Duke would fail, that wish the XWF would fail but they can wish in one hand and ‘you know what’ in the other!
You know, I’d love to put the X back in the XWF, but tradition dictates that you don’t upset the apple cart… Tradition dictates that you don’t take a big ol’ shit on the past. Tradition dictates that certain things just ain’t done because that’s not what we do.
See, I don’t like my hands being tied anymore than I like tying the hands of the dozens of creative masterminds, lower case ‘m’... if ya know, ya know… that call the XWF home.
…
Fuck the apple cart.
…
Fuck the past.
…
And fuck… tradition.
…
We move forward.
Thad flashes the camera a wink and a smile before handing off the mic and beginning to make his exit.
The crowd pops massively for the impromptu closing theme.
JC: And the state of the XWF is as strong as it has ever been!
BG: The boss, Thad Duke, no doubt picking that theme choice at the end as a rallying cry to the XWF roster! It’s time to get a little dirty! I love it, Jacuinde!
JC: I thought you hated that guy?
BG: Yeah… well I’m in a good mood.
JC: Perhaps you’re right though, Brody? Maybe that theme choice really was a rallying cry. Maybe it was authorization for this roster to get a little wild and inject some god damn attitude!
JC: Folks, if you tuned in tonight to watch some grade-A professional technical wrestling…
BG: Then, you might want to avert your eyes, grandpa. Rest assured, these two are among the best in the wrestling industry today. Grade-A, we have covered.
…
BG: Professional? …Nahhhhh, this one’s gonna get gruesome!
JC: These two competitors do NOT like each other. And tonight, they’re going to settle their differences in a NO DQ GRUDGE MATCH!
BG: I don’t think there’s a chance in hell these two settle their differences tonight, Jacko. The only thing that MIGHT get settled is the loser’s medical bills when debt collecters come calling!
Madison Dyson saunters out onto the ramp as a plume of gold smoke filters out.
JC: Madison Dyson! Had an IMPRESSIVE showing at XWF War Games! She found a way to survive all the way to the finals! She had FOUR total eliminations, including NCR Team Captain, Cyph3r AND “The GOAT” James Raven!
BG: No doubt, Dyson had an impressive run. In my view, she was the MVP! HANDS DOWN!
JC: MVP? You don’t think Prince Adeyemi, the WINNER might deserve it… Or even Lucy Wylde, who also finished above Dyson!
BG: Blah, blah, blah. FOUR ELIMINATIONS, Jacko. That’s all I’m saying.
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. Once at the ring, she takes her time getting in, walking ginergly up the steps and demanding the official hold the ropes open for her.
JC: While it is true that Madison had an excellent showing at War Games, she made very few friends following the big night! A number of people called her out… including a member of her own team, Aurora!
BG: Hey, when you’re leading the pack, everyone’s gonna chase after you!
JC: Regardless, Dyson is not one to let a critical comment against her go unchallenged… Which is what led to this match tonight!
The introductory guitar riffs play from the venue’s internal surround systems causing the strobe lights to dim covering the audience in a blanket of darkness. “Synthetic Sympathy” by Trash Boat officially begins and the lights respond to the music dancing in a multi-colored design where the audience has a mixed reaction seeing Serenity Holmes in her in-ring attire wearing a leather black jacket, a black hat turned backwards that says “22nd Century” as she stands center-stage watching the audience with her eyes. She takes off her hat, throws it behind her then turns around to show her leather jacket off that says “Belt Collector Holmes”.
JC: Here she is! The Belt Collector! Fresh off her XWF debut, where she scored the first elimination for Team NCR against Team Institute, and found a way to fell the MONSTER Oz!
BG: And then Madison pinned her, Jacko!
JC: You’re not wrong, Brody! Serenity, riding momentum, was one move away from making the score 4-to-2 in NCR’s favor… But, the wily veteran Aurora scored an expert counter, hit Holmes with a finisher.. At which point Madison swooped in and pinned Holmes!
BG: Don’t editorialize with your fake news, Jacko! An elimination is an elimination! And Dyson pinned Holmes at War Games!
Serenity walks down the pathway to the ring after posing for the camera to zoom onto her jacket design and she greets some of her fans while waving off her haters. She stops before the apron facing the ring and the camera does a 360 around her to catch Serenity in her moment eyeing the ring.
Ring Announcer: “Introducing next! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 125 pounds! She is the “Belt Collector”, the “22nd Century Girl” Serenity Holmes!
After hearing her introduction, she hops onto the apron on her right knee then stands up before walking over to the turnbuckles. Serenity stands on the middle turnbuckle then spreads her arms out for the audience to support or hate her along with the fans at ringside enjoying the show. When she poses, a spotlight shines over her directly illuminating her presence alone in the arena before dropping down to the canvas where her music fades to silence, the lights return to normal, jacket off and Serenity warms up.
JC: Regardless of what happened at War Games, this beef has been brewing even before that match! Dyson targeted Holmes with some comments in her promo at War Games… Leading Holmes to reply on Twitter… And eventually, these two started trading comments in the XWF backstage area… Which led to this match tonight!
BG: Because Dyson is a VETERAN of the XWF, Jayce! You can’t let some wet-behind-the-ears rookie throw their weight around!
JC: Serenity Holmes is no rookie, Brody! She’s held multiple world championships!
As the official tries to get the two competitors set in the ring, the two competitors start muttering and egging each other on… Holmes hitting her with youthspeak and insults as Dyson insinuates unflattering things about Holmes’s family and their intimate relations with animals and each other.
BG: For the love of God, ref, start the match!
DING DING DING!
Madison Dyson
- vs -
Serenity Holmes
No DQ Grudge Match
|
Madison Dyson snaps forward, seeking to lock Holmes into a grapple…
But Holmes ducks under Dyson’s arms and hits the ropes!
Dyson spins around, working to steel her stance for her opponent’s running attack…
…Without hesitation, Holmes lunges forward, her movements fueled by fury, and lands a running dropkick square to Madison’s chest.
JC: The first strike goes to Holmes! She is lightning-fast! Dyson’s gonna have to figure out some way to counter-act her speed!
Madison’s eyes widen in shock as she staggers back into the ropes, clutching her ribs. Her expression hardens into a scowl, but before she can react, Serenity barrels forward, unleashing a barrage of forearm strikes to Madison’s head and chest! Wildly swinging at wherever Holmes thinks she can connect!
JC: Holmes clearly letting some of her anger fuel her attack! It looks like she’s going to try and mark Dyson with a bruise for every comment Madison made against Holmes before this match!
Madison’s arms flail as she’s driven into the corner, her lips curling in frustration as she struggles to block the onslaught. Finally, Dyson catches a Holmes forearm, pulls Holmes in and shoves her backward out of the corner!
Holmes stutter-steps backwards toward the center of the ring… Madison rotates looking for a DECAPITATING discus clothesline!
…
BUT HOLMES DUCK IT!
Holmes runs forward, into the corner Dyson was just trapped in… And does a handspring in the corne, bounding off…
Dysons spins around…
And spins into a Serenity Holmes handspring back elbow that crashes into Madison’s jaw!
The impact causes Madison’s head to snap back, her teeth bared in pain as she slumps onto her back into the center of the ring! Serenity wastes no time, diving to the center of the ring, and hooking Dyson’s leg!
The official drops to count!
1!
TW-NOPE! Madison shoves her smaller opponent off of her!
BG: There’s not a WORLD where that’s enough to put away Madison Dyson!
JC: But, strong showing by The Belt Collector in the early-going!
Holmes, eager to keep attacking while she has control, scoops Dyson up the scruff of the neck and works her up to her feet… Before whipping her back into the corner!
JC: Holmes, clearly trying to mitigate Dyson’s advantage in strength by keeping her confined in the corner!
BG: It’s unconscionable, Jacko! It’s gamesmanship against the spirit of wrestling! James Raven would be rolling in his grave if he had the decency to be dead!
Dyson’s back hits the turnbuckle behind her… Her face contorts in anguish… Holmes pursues Dyson into the corner, setting her feet for a leap onto Dyson’s shoulders…
JC: Possible hurricanrana here…
Serenity goes to l-
BUT Madison latches onto Holmes’s tights, grounding her leap…
Then Yanks her body downward toward the mat! Dyson hits the mat, but Holmes’s shoulder SLAMS into the bottom turnbuckle!
Serenity’s eyes widen in alarm as her shoulder slams into the turnbuckle with a sickening thud.
BG: There we go! Dyson with incredible ring awareness!
JC: Ring awareness?!? Dyson grabbed her opponent’s tights and used the turnbuckle as a weapon! What about gamesmanship and the spirit of wrestling?!?
Holmes sucks air, cradling her shoulder… But Dyson wastes no time grabbing Holmes’s arm, weaving it around the bottom rope, pulling it backwards into an improvised stretch…
And then STOMPING Holmes right on her injured shoulder!
Holmes collapsed onto her back, cradling her arm as Dyson circles the ring confidently! The crowd rains down boos!
Madison straightens up, her face lighting up with cruel delight as she watches Serenity clutching her shoulder, the referee hovering off the belt collector asking if she can continue...
Madison circles Serenity like a predator, giggling, her voice dripping with mockery. Holmes… through the pain, insi-
Dyson does NOT wait for Holmes’s confirmation! She shoves the official outta the way, then grabs Holmes by the skull… And PLANTS HER! DDT STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT!
JC: Oh, c’mon! Someone should stop this!
BG: Like you said, Jacko! Holmes is a multiple-time world champion! And SHE says she still wants to fight! What choice does Dyson have except to put her down for the count!
JC: You KNOW that’s not what’s going on here, Brody! Dyson is deliberately trying to maim Holmes an-
BG: Blah, blah, blah! It’s a grudge match, Jacko! Did anyone MAKE Holmes sign the contract to get in the ring with a STAR like Dyson?
Dyson arches her back against Holmes, taking a lounging pin.
1!
2!
THR-NO! Holmes manages to kick out!
Serenity winces, her face contorted in pain as she rolls onto her side, clearly trying to avoid another immediate Dyson pin attempt. Madison sits up, a smug grin spreading across her face as she watches Serenity struggle. Dyson hovers over Holmes, continuing to add insult to injury… but Serenity shakes her head, her expression steely as she starts to push herself up to her feet.
Madison’s smirk fades into a scowl… She slides out of the ring, her movements sharp with frustration.
JC: Dyson deciding to… Leave the ring? With her opponent vulnerable?
Dyson grabs the apron and yanks it upwards… She reaches under and retrieves…
A STEEL CHAIR!
JC: Oh my! We saw her use that in that triple-threat X-Treme title match with Johnny Bacchus and Misty Waters! We know just how effective Madison Dyson is with that chair!
Dyson holds it up like a trophy as she smirks at the booing crowd!
Sliding back into the ring, her eyes glint with malice as she stalks Serenity, who, using the ropes, has worked herself up to her feet… her face twisted in pain but full of defiance.
JC: Perhaps a little too much showboating outside the ring by Madison Dyson… Holmes is now back on her feet!
BG: Please… When you’ve already secured the win, you might as well dance in the Endzone!
Holmes holds the ropes, trying to find her footing…
Madison swings the chair with a snarl!
…
But Serenity ducks, her eyes wide with adrenaline as she rolls away!
The chair slams against the mat with a deafening clang, and Madison snarls in irritation!
Serenity runs across the ring… Rebounds off the ropes!
Dyson spins around, lifting the chair over her head…
But Holmes dashes forward, catching Dyson with a flying forearm smash to the face!
The impact sending Madison sprawling onto her back, landing on the chair!
JC: Oho! Holmes is not out of this one yet!
Madison cradles her back, her expression flashing with disbelief as she struggles to sit up.
Serenity’s face tightens with resolve as… She dives on Madison! She mounts her with a flurry of punches, her fists slamming into Madison’s head and shoulders!
Madison throws up her arms to shield herself, her lips pulling back in a snarl as she grabs Serenity by the temples and hurls her opponent off her body!
Holmes rolls twice into the ropes, before trying to scramble back to her feet!
JC: I know we said this match wasn’t going to be pretty, but these two are just attacking each other like feral animals, both desperate to survive!
Breathing heavily, Madison scrambles to her feet, her face flushed with anger. Holmes sprints up, trying to shove her opponent back into the corner once m-
Dyson sneaks her hand up and CLAWS at Serenity’s face, raking her nails across her eyes! EYE RAKE!
Serenity cries out, her hands flying to her face as she stumbles back into the ropes. Madison’s lips curl into a wicked grin, as she grabs the chair again…
Holmes tries to kick Dyson away from the mat, but Dyson steps over her opponent to prevent her from rolling to the outside…
She raises the chair…
And SLAMS it down onto the side of Serenity’s knee!
JC: OH MY GOD! Absolutely disgusting attack by Dyson!
BG: You say disgusting, I say EFFECTIVE! You asked how Dyson was going to have to figure out a way to counteract Holmes’s speed? She JUST DID!
Serenity howls in agony, cradling her knee to body…
The crowd loudly boos Dyson!
Madison’s expression hardens into a mask of cruel determination as she wedges the chair around Serenity’s leg…
Holmes desperately tries to unwrap the steel around her knee…
But not before Dyson can STOMP down on the chair! AGAIN! AND AGAIN!
Serenity writhes on the mat, her cries of pain growing weaker with each stomp.
JC: For the love of God, this isn’t wrestling! Someone call this off
BG: It’s no DQ, Jacko! Only way this one ends is via pinfall or submission!!
Madison steps back, her chest heaving as she looks down at Serenity with disdain and satisfaction. She flips her hair, smirking at the crowd. Dyson gestures dismissively at Serenity…
But! Despite the pain, Serenity’s lips press into a thin line of determination as she starts to crawl toward the ropes, pulling herself up to one knee…
Madison rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed that her gloating time is being interrupted once more. Dyson grabs Serenity’s hair from behind and yanks her up to her feet… Securing Holmes in a standing switch!
…But Holmes catches Dyson with an elbow to the ribs!
…Dyson sucks air, loosening her grip!
…And Holmes…
BACKFLIPS! INTO A PELE KICK TO THE TOP OF DYSON’S SKULL!
BG: WHAT?!?
JC: Oh my God! Just when you think the Belt Collector’s out, she pulls out one more trick!
The crowd loudly pops, amazed at Holmes’ willingness to continue! Madison collapses onto her back!
Serenity slowly crawls, hooking the leg, her face contorted in pain as she puts all her weight into the pin!
1!
2!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOO! DYSON FORCES A SHOULDER UP!
BG: Oh thank God!
JC: Dyson manages to survive! But Holmes is not out of this yet!
Serenity’s face falls in frustration, and she pounds the mat, her movements sluggish as she struggles to stand. Dyson paws the air, still woozy from that desperation kick…
Holmes grabs Dyson by the shoulder, and tries to roll her onto her front, looking for the Home Sweeter Holmes (cattle mutilation)...
She grabs Dyson by the arms, bridging them behind her back! The crowd cheers!
…
But Dyson forces herself up to her knees to stop the submission!
BG: Great awareness by Dyson again! Preventing Holmes from getting into position for her signature submission!
Desperately, Holmes tries to force her opponent back to the mat… But, Dyson rears her knee up to her stomach..
And mule kicks backward!
Catching Holmes right in her injured knee!
JC: OH C’MON! Yet another cheap shot by Madison Dyson!
Serenity gasps, clutching her knee… Madison forces herself back to her feet… As her eyes gleam with wicked realization.
Holmes crawls for the ropes to pull herself upright again…
Dyson grasps Serenity’s injured leg and sweeping it out from under her. Serenity screams as she crashes to the mat, clutching her knee, but Madison isn’t done!
Dyson grabs Serenity’s injured leg and drags her back to the center of the ring! And twists Serenity’s leg into a leg bar, leaning back with a sadistic grin as Serenity writhes and screams in agony.
The crowd chants for Serenity, but her face twists in anguish as she raises her hand, hesitating. Madison wrenches the hold tighter, yelling…
…
Serenity…
Serenity!
…
SERENITY TAPS OUT!
BG: What an absolutely DOMINANT victory for Madison Dyson! She just took out, by your words, Jacko, a multi-time w-
JC: C’MON DYSON! LEGGO OF HER!
Despite the bell ringing, Dyson refuses to release Holmes’s leg as the official yells for her to release the hold, the match is over!
The official threatens to reverse the m-
And with that, Dyson releases the hold to a chorus of boos!
JC: Absolutely disgusting! What an unsportsmanlike show-
BG: I WASN’T FINISHED, JACKO.
…
BG: A multi-time world champion! That’s who Dyson just beat!
JC: …Well, I can’t deny Dyson won the match tonight. I hope Holmes finds a way to recover and return to the XWF to get her win back… And that SOMEONE shut up Madison Dyson!
BG: Wow, way to be an unbiased journalist, Jacko.
"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!"
SOLOMON KLINE: My name is Solomon Kline. I grew up hanging out backstage at these shows. I was the kid meeting all the guys and girls backstage while my father, "Crazy" Crimson Kline was handling business in this very ring. So it is my pleasure to introduce myself to the world, but now as a wrestler myself. It's not lost on me the pressure that comes from being a second generation wrestler, but I THRIVE under pressure. I am here to become that diamond in the rough and for that, I need an opportunity. So GMs, I don't care when, how or who, but I want a match. Give me a match at Anarchy, Warfare or hell, even Snow Holds Barred! I won't take no for an answer. If ya need me, I won't be far away. Goodbye for now.
He exits the ring as his statement is made and his music plays him out.
JC: We’re back here on Warfare and folks, while it’s not unprecedented, it certainly is rare!
BG: Due to Charlie Nickles freak win backstage over Johnny Bacchus, he is the new Xtreme champion!
JC: So the originally scheduled Television title match for tonight will now see BOTH titles defended!
RA: The following contest… is a title for title match set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit!
RA: Introducing first! From Broohlyn, New York weighing 190 pounds… he is the reigning! Defending! XWF Television Championnnn JAMES SHARRRRRK!
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 as he's wearing a T-shirt that insults his opponent. 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. He 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: James Shark!
BG: Man lookin’ ready for a fight tonight, Jacuinde!
RA: His opponent!
RA: From Steubenville, Ohio weighing 265 pounds… the REIGNING! DEFENDING! XWF XTREME CHAMPIONNN… CHARLIEEEEEE NNNNNICKLLLLLES!
JC: The hype for this match is off the charts, Brody!
BG: No doubt, Jacko! Charlie and Shark have been trading barbs for two weeks and as if the stakes weren’t high before, now its a double title match!
JC: Both titles are on the line and Charlie getting a stern talking to from some old lady at ringside!
BG: She better watch her mouth, Jacuinde! I just read her lips!
JC: Oh?
BG: No, Charlie is NOT an inbred Hillbilly and no he wasn’t the inspiration behind Hillbilly Elegy!
JC: Nickels, in the ring now and looks like he’s about to speak!
Charlie goes to speak into a mic after his music fades. His mouth moves, but no words are heard.
JC: It appears to be some technical difficulties here on…
Charlie swaps mic’s but again the same thing. He speaks, but no one can hear him.
BG: Will somebody give this man a working microphone!?
A third one is given but still, no sound, then suddenly…
JC: Oh-ho-hooo! Here comes the boss!
BG: That aggro remix is kinda boss, but Charlie made demands as soon as he became the Xtreme Champion!
JC: And boss man has never been one to follow someone else’s orders!
Thaddeus Duke emerges from backstage with Charlie Nickles staring a hole through him from inside the ring. Thad wastes a little time, but not much, as he makes his way toward the ring. As he reaches ringside, Charlie starts yapping his gums. Thad stops, yells back and points to the X-Tron where the 15 minute timer flashes on the screen, awaiting the referee’s signal.
JC: I don’t know why he’s so incensed! Thad told him last week that he wasn’t changing the time limit!
Thad gives Charlie a wink and a smile, then points to the heavens.
BG: Hell in a Cell!!
JC: It is Christmas season after all and the boss came bearing gifts!
BG: Is he comin’ over here!?
The Cell begins lowering to a raucous pop from the Toronto chapter of the XWF Universe as Thad sits at ringside.
JC: Thaddeus Duke! Welcome to ringside!
TD: Thanks!
BG: What brings you by?
TD: Well… I gave Peter Principle the night off, but wouldn’t you know it the son of a bitch showed up to work anyway. So, I figured, I don’t have another appointment for about an hour or so, so why the hell not?
Title - vs - Title
James Shark ©
- vs -
Charlie Nickles ©
15 Minute Time Limit - Hell In A Cell
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The official calls for the bell as the cage lowers.
Charlie, excited that the match is in a cell, turns to find Shark after the bell but Shark is on him like flies on shit, nailing and stunning the big man with a right jab and a left hook. Shark goes to scoop up Charlie, but Charlie drives an elbow into the back of the Shark. Shark is momentarily stung and Nickles drives another elbow into the back of his head. Grabbing him by his neck, Nickels tosses the TV champ through the ropes and outside to the floor.
JC: Annnd outside we go!
BG: So Thad what made you give in?
TD: It’s Thaddeus, and I didn’t give in. I was always gonna put this match inside a cell. I just wasn’t giving him the satisfaction.
BG: Speaking of cells, what made you hire that degenerate?
TD: I like degenerates.
BG: Assault, DUI, drug possession, now kidnapping?
TD: So what? Look, Shark made mistakes but he paid what he owed. And as far as the kidnapping? Dude, that was his kid. If I was in his shoes, maybe I’d have done the same thing.
Charlie spills himself to the floor as Shark gets back to his feet. Nickels stays on offense driving his fist rapidly into the side of Shark’s head before driving him into the mesh wall of the cell. Shark bounces off and Charlie scoops him up and drives him into the padded floor with a sorta scoop powerslam. Charlie is back to his feet and peels back the padding as…
JC: Time ticks away here on Warfare!
BG: If he has plans on walking out a double champion, time is definitely of the essence!
TD: 15 minutes isn’t a long time but most men would pray they’d last 15 minutes.
Shark starts to get back to his feet, but Charlie is there to lift him into a piledriver. Shark is smart enough to shift his weight to counter the attempt. The two jockey and struggle for positioning for a second but Shark dumps Charlie up and over, sending him down to the bare concrete below. Shark is winded a little but gets back to his feet.
Shark reaches into his trunks and pulls out the BB
CK… that’s right… the big brass knuckles. Securing them onto his fist as Charlie gets to his hands and knees, Shark straddles the Xtreme Champions back and starts wailing away with those knuckles, sending them repeatedly into the side and top of his head.
Charlie takes his beating like the human trash bag that he is but hooks Shark by his thighs and climbs to his feet, leaving Shark hung there on his back. Out of caution, Shark stops his assault, and Charlie backpedals, smashing Shark into the cage wall. Shark remains attached to Charlie as Nickles tries and fails to get him off his back. Either by design or just from thrashing wildly, Charlie ends up kicking the ring steps, separating the top half from the much larger bottom section.
Not wasting time, Charlie rushes forward and delivers a senton to the steps, sending Shark crashing hard, back first against them.
JC: Ohhh GOD!
BG: Shark’s gonna feel that one for a few days!
TD: Hell, I felt it and I’m just watching.
JC: Ahh… Shark busted Charlie open!
Charlie makes his way back to his feet and starts to look around under the ring for anything he can use, eventually finding a couple of steel chairs stacked on top of a folded up table. Sliding the table out from under, he takes one chair and tosses it inside the ring. The table, he leaves for now. The other chair he takes and smashes against Shark’s lifeless body, sandwiching him against the steps before holding the blunt edge against Shark’s windpipe, sure to lean his body weight onto it.
JC: Charlie Nickles taking full advantage of the lack of rules tonight!
BG: That’s what he’s paid to do, Jacko! The XWF doesn’t pay Nickles for some mat classic.
TD: Nah, when you face Charlie in this environment, you gotta be ready for pain. And I don’t mean just because he smells like he ain’t washed in three weeks.
Nickles finally releases the chair assisted choke and grabs Shark by his bald head and drags him off the steps before lifting him to his feet and rolling him into the ring.
JC: Quick coverrrr, twoooo and…
BG: Shark kicks out and Thad…
TD: Thaddeus.
BG: …what do you see in James Shark?
TD: Talent. Tenacity. A man that defies odds. Shark will be at the top of the card sooner rather than later.
Nickles gets back to his feet and grabs the chair he threw in a while ago and lodges it in the corner between the first and second ropes before grabbing hold of Shark and dragging him to that corner. Charlie leans his head against that chair and hauls ass across to the far corner.
JC: Oh god we know what’s coming!
BG: There’s a reason some moves get rehashed, Jacuinde! Because they work!
TD: I’ve felt it before. I would not wanna be James Shark right now.
Charlie bursts from the corner and as he nears Shark’s corner, he leaps. Shark, though, rolls out of the way and Charlie drives his own knee into the chair. Nickles hops on one leg briefly before collapsing to the mat. Shark gets a second wind and gets to his feet before dropping an elbow and a second and a third before bouncing off the ropes and driving a knee into Nickles bloodied head.
TD: There’s the opening he needed!
JC: Nickles miscalculates and James Shark is now with the advantage on Warfare!
BG: Nickles had it well in hand but if Shark has designs on walkin’ outta here with two belts, he gotta keep his head in the game!
Shark slides out of the ring and grabs the table from earlier and slides it inside before rolling himself in. Shark gets to his feet, lays some stomps on the quickly recovering Nickles and resumes setting the table up in the corner. Shark turns around and is clobbered with a lariat.
JC: Under seven minutes remain now as Nickles turns Shark inside out!
BG: He should’ve stayed on him a little while longer.
TD: Thing about Charlie is when you think he’s down, he’s really just recharging. He’s too stupid to know when he’s hurt or should stay down a little while longer. So… he just keeps getting up until he can’t anymore. In some ways, you don’t beat Charlie so much as you outlast him.
JC: That’s what Shark will have to do here tonight if he wants to leave with two championships!
Nickles lifts Shark back to his feet then scoops him up before charging and slamming Shark into the corner down through the table. Nickles rolls to the outside and falls to the floor, leaving shark to recuperate in the table debris.
JC: The thing about 15 minute time limits, is you’re almost forced to go at a breakneck pace.
BG: There’s just not enough time for resting.
Somehow, despite the onslaught of weaponized offense Shark has withstood, he still persists as he starts to make his way out of the rubble. On the floor, Charlie starts to get back to his feet, though a bit more slowly than James Shark. As Charlie gets upright, he has the chair from the floor earlier on and turns toward the ring.
TD: Ohhhhhhhh nice one Shark!
JC: Baseball slide from the Television Champion takes out the Xtreme Champion!
BG: Charlie never met a chair he didn’t like!
Nickles stumbles backwards and bounces off the steel mesh wall. Shark is back up and runs across the ring, diving through the ropes, nailing Nickles with a combination suicide dive and spear. Shark is back to his feet quickly and unfolds the steel chair. Returning his attention to Charlie, he pulls him up to his feet then lifts and drops Nickles back first across the seat of the chair, collapsing it in the process.
JC: Cover on the floor!
BG: Will it count!?
TD: I mean 24/7 still applies…
JC: Ref outta position but recovers… one… twoooo
BG: And the ever-resilient Charlie Nickles kicks out!
JC: Just about four minutes remain here in this match!
TD: You sure?
BG: Wait what?
TD: I never explicitly stated that the Xtreme title would be contested under the 15 minute time limit.
BG: …you sure?
TD: I just said we were sticking to the 15 minute time limit. I never said the match wouldn’t continue.
JC: So what you’re saying is that if the time limit expires the match could still go on?
TD: Yeah but only for the Xtreme title, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.
BG: You sly dawg.
Nickles rolls to his side, partially beneath the Warfare ring apron. Shark gets back to his feet and wonders what it’ll take to put Charlie down for three. Grabbing Nickles by the hair on the exposed back of his head, Shark begins to retrieve him from beneath the ring. Nickles resists momentarily, but as he comes out from underneath, he doesn't come out empty handed. Without warning, Nickles thumps Shark in the side of his head with a fire extinguisher.
JC: Jesus! That had to have knocked him silly!
TD: I was looking for that earlier!
BG: That’ll knock your head right out of the game.
Shark drops to one knee as he clutches his head. Nickles climbs back to his feet with the extinguisher still in hand and raises it high before bringing it down against the neck and back of the head of James Shark. Shark collapses instantly and Nickles drops the extinguisher and hooks the leg.
JC: Nickles with the cover but the referee refuses to count!
BG: Thad what are you paying this guy?
TD: Thaddeus. And he’s doing his job correctly. You can’t beat the TV champ outside the ring.
JC: This is all very confusing.
TD: Look, I just gave Charlie what he wanted. It’s not my fault he didn’t think harder about what that meant.
JC: Just about two minutes remain!
BG: Well, maybe.
Nickles gets up in anger, shouting at the official. Nickles grabs the official by his shirt and slams him hard into the cell wall, but eventually calms down and lets go of him, turning his anger toward Thaddeus Duke at ringside.
JC: I think he’s mad at you.
TD: I don’t care. He can be mad all he wants. THIS is what he wanted. Rules for thee but not for me? I don’t think so.
Finally returning his attention to the TV Champion, Charlie Nickles advances toward the man who remains down on the floor. Charlie goes to lift him from the floor but Shark was playing possum and discharges the extinguisher in his face. Nickles tries desperately to avoid the discharge but to no avail. As he was reeling backwards, he tripped himself on the ring steps and lands flat on his back on the floor. Shark struggles to his feet and leaps into action.
JC: About a minute left!
BG: OH NO!
TD: SHARKBAIT!
JC: COVERRRRRR TWOOOOOO ANNNDDDD
BG: NICKLES KICKED OUT!
Shark is beside himself on the floor. He thought he might’ve had Nickles. Shark gets back to his feet. Normally not one to have a weapon based offense, Shark is smart enough to know that a predator has to adapt to his surroundings sometimes. Sliding away the ring apron, Shark finds a case of 30 six foot fluorescent light tubes. Tearing open the box, he sets it in the ring, removes one and returns his attention to Charlie.
Nickles however, throws an uppercut low blow to the TV champion that stops him immediately. Charlie gets back to his feet and easily removes the tube from Shark’s hand and smashes it across the back of the doubled over James Shark. Shark arches his back and Charlie spies the clock on the X-Tron:
He quickly rolls Shark into the ring and in the process, the case of bulbs topples over sending them rolling all over the mat. Charlie gets to his feet again and lifts Shark to his before following it up with…
JC: DEVIL HOOK DROP!
TD: OooOOOoooOOO, accentuated by smashing Shark’s head through a couple light tubes!
BG: Seven seconds left!
JC: Nickles hooks the leg!
JC: ONE!
JC: TWO!
JC: THREEEEEEEEEEE!???????????
BG: HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! HOLY SHIT HOW DID HE DO THAT!?
TD: The man has the heart of a champion!
Just a couple seconds later, the 15 minute buzzer goes off but the bell does not ring.
[eventr]Still TV Champion - JAMES SHARK
Match continues for the Xtreme Title[/eventr]
JC: The TV title is no longer on the table!
BG: They continue this war now for Charlie’s Xtreme title!
TD: ONLY the Xtreme title!
Nickles is beside himself momentarily as he was unable to put Shark away and secure the Television title. The official tells him that the match isn’t over and his title is still on the line which makes him absolutely livid. He repeatedly threatens the official but somehow his own cooler head prevails. Nickles wisely returns his attention to James shark who remains down and out and trickling blood down his head. Nickles grabs him by the arm and drags him across the ring before stepping out and down to the floor. Charlie grabs him and yanks him from the ring causing him to hit the mat hard.
JC: Coverrr twoooo…
TD: Shark kicks out again.
BG: I think he was just checking, honestly. Just to make sure they were playing by the same rules finally.
Nickles roots around under the ring and finds two separate items as Shark rolls to his stomach. The first, a pair of handcuffs. The second? A barbed wire wrapped Louisville Slugger. Laying the handcuffs on the ring apron, Charlie climbs to the apron with the bat in hand. He proceeds toward the ring post, turns, charges and leaps off with a barbed wire bat assisted elbow drop, bringing the barbed wire down across Shark’s back. The reigning TV champion arches and winces in pain as Nickles gets back to his feet.
Grabbing the handcuffs, Nickles sits on Shark’s back and wrestles his arms behind his back, cuffing his wrists in the process.
JC: This is too much!
BG: Kind of a blast from the past, no?
TD: I mean… its Xtreme rules, it’s hell in a cell… what do you want?
Getting to his feet, Charlie pulls Shark to his. Shark looks out on his feet as Charlie bends down in front of him to retrieve his bat. Unbeknownst to Charlie, Shark has caught another wind and leaps up and through the handcuffs bringing his arms back out in front of him. As Charlie gets upright with his back still to Shark, Shark wraps the handcuffs around Nickles throat and pulls back.
JC: That’s one way to fight with your hands cuffed!
TD: This dude’s tenacious, man. I can’t wait to see what his future holds.
BG: Prison, probably.
TD: Shut the hell up.
BG: He literally kidnapped someone!
Charlie struggles against the cuffs and tries to reach behind him and over him. A few times he manages to get his hands on Shark and his blood covered head, but it easily slips away and Charlie starts fading. Slow at first, then faster and faster. Nickles has no choice but to try and roll himself into the ring, somehow dragging Shark behind him.
With both men in the ring, Nickles still tries to fight out of the debilitating choke and gets to his feet. Near the corner, Shark wiggles his way over the top rope, trapping Nickles in the corner. Shark sinks lower and lower, increasing the pressure. Charlie’s face turns almost purple and his eyes begin to bulge when finally the cuff links snap causing Shark to slam himself back first against the apron.
Charlie, still in the ring, staggers from the corner. He stumbles a few steps then face plants into a number of the light tubes.
Shark rolls into the ring and rolls Nickles over.
JC: ONE!
JC: TWO!
JC: THREE!!!!!!??????????????????????????????????????????????????
3!
WINNER: New Xtreme Champion
JAMES SHARK |
BG: Holy shit what a match!
JC: James Shark has done what he promised! Two matches! Two wins…
TD: Two championships.
JC: The cell raises and immediately the EMT’s hit the ring to check on both of these absolute warriors!
BG: You got yourself in a pickle, Duke.
TD: Do I?
JC: The by laws state…
TD: I know what they say, guys. That’s another story for another time. Thanks fellas! Back to the skybox for me!
JC: As Thaddeus Duke departs, folks, these two guys absolutely put on a thriller here in Toronto!
BG: They surely did, Jacko, and I’m willing to bet neither will be the same anytime soon.
The camera pans past Nadine working on a particularly tough Wordle…
The camera hovers outside Peter Principle’s office, peeking through his blinds!
”Yes!”
…
”No!”
…
”Yes, of course, absolutely! Mister Lane! I understand why you were hesitant t-...”
…
”Listen, I want to assure that all the problems you were concerned about several Warfares ago! Have been completely handled!”
…
”For example! Our last TV champion decided to quit! Our NEW TV champion is here to stay! An-”
…
Peter’s face whitens. He leans closer into his phone.
”Child kidnapping charges?”
…
”No, I… uh…” Principle swallows nervously.
”I had NOT heard about that.”
[TALKING HEAD]
”I had heard about it.”
…Peter sips at his coffee mug.
”But, I don’t think I completely understood it. Because I thought it was ‘child/kid napping’... Which is what they should do! Apparently children need, like 18 hours of sleep a day!”
…
”Or is that cats?”
…
”And which one did Mister Lane ask me to watch this weekend?”
[/TALKING HEAD]
Peter’s back on the phone.
”Okay, well, yes. That problem is still in-progress. But the militant commandos!”
…
”Well, yes, alright, they too are ALSO still on the roster.”
…
”But! I have a sticky note on my desk that says ‘do NOT give Mastermind permission to destroy his coworkers!’”
…
”So. Y’know… one down!”
…
Principle’s face grimaces.
”The wrestling union? Are you STILL getting those pamphlets!”
Principle exhales, shaking his head.
”No, sir! No, no, it’s a… it’s a prank of sorts! Haha! No, the employees are so happy, they’re joking with you that they want a union!”
…
”No, sir! No, no, no! You shouldn’t meet with them and hear them out, because they won’t be around after this week!”
…
Principle smiles proudly.
”See, I put them in a six-man-tag match against THE Universal champion and THE Tag-team champions! Trust me, sir! After they get their asses handed to them, NO ONE is going to have to listen to the Revolution ever again!”
…
Principle shakes his head.
”It’s handled, sir! I promise!”
…
”Well, I love you too.”
…
”Oh, you didn’t say I love you?”
…
”Sorry, my… office phone is… in a tunnel. My office is in a tunnel, goodbye.”
Principle sets his phone down on the hook.
JC: Welcome back to XWF Warfare folks!
BG: It’s about damn time, JC!
JC: Please excuse my colleague, because I know he’s just as excited about this match as I am!
BG: You’ve got that right! A little bit of WarGames that wasn’t! Two captains who didn’t square off in the cages, are set to do battle here tonight!
JC: And here comes Matthias Syn!
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.
BG: Syn captained a team that made it to the finals, and was involved in one of the tougher matchups during WarGames.
JC: That’s right, Brody. And though Syn didn’t end up in the main event of WarGames, The Institute left a lasting impression on the finish of that event. His leadership can’t be understated there.
After several seconds he begins to nonchalantly walk down the ramp towards the ring, not allowing the fans to touch him. He slides under the bottom rope, jumps to his feet and poses on the ropes. As he drops down from the ropes he takes off his red leather shearling coat, hands it to the ring girl and sits on the middle turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.
BG: And speaking of captains who made an impact at WarGames!
Helix Nebula by Anamanaguchi blasts as colored lights in beat to the rhythm pass over the roaring crowd.
JC: There’s no doubt about. Game Girl’s Vault Tec team, though not advancing to the main event, absolutely bloodied the Universal Champion SEB and his TunnelSnakes. A true testament to the way GameGirl was able to rally her teammates.
BG: Could imagine if in the finals, Lucy Wylde wasn’t walking in alone? If she had SEB, or Enigma, or Garcia? There very likely could’ve been a different winner of WarGames.
When the beat kicks in Game Girl swoops down from the rafters on her flying cloud, Nimbus, going over fans and reaching down to give them passing high fives before sailing over to the ring and flipping down to her feet into a fist-raising pose.
JC: And despite the great efforts by both of these former captains, there seems to be little love lost between the two of them, and we’re getting ready to find out which one them comes out the better!
Matthias Syn
- vs -
Game Girl
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Game Girl walks toward Syn, and reaches out a hand to shake, but the REvolution Champion simply smacks it away. GG’s brow tightens as she stands upright, and puts up her fists.
The bell rings!
And Game Girl wastes little time darting in at Syn with lightning quick speed!
An A-B-B-A, punch, kick, kick, punch combo connect followed by an A+B GRAPPLE!
That Syn easily overpowers with a snap DDT to the mat! The Revolution Champ hovers around GG, ready to deal more damage, but she’s recovered quickly with a leg sweep! Syn trips backward and falls on his shoulders. GG scurries overtop of him with a surprise fold up pin!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
JC: This match has started hot out of the gates, and GameGirl nearly stole a win there early! Using her speed and tact to catch Syn off balance!
BG: That’s all good for an early burst, but what GameGirl has to consider is Syn’s aggression… he’s not going to play nice for long!
As Syn stands, GG leaps in connecting with an overhead HyperBomb strike! Syn partially blocks the attack, but still is reeling backward. GG leaps again going for an Atomic Heabutt! But Syn sidesteps… SUPERKICK!
Before GG can even crumble to the mat, Syn has her yanked up by the hair and is whipping the much smaller, lighter opponent into the corner with aggressive force. GG smacks into the middle turnbuckle pad chest first.
She falls backward right into A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!
JC: My goodness! Syn just sent GameGirl flying across the ring!
GG lands awkwardly on her neck, but that doesn’t deter Syn. He rushes back over and kicks GG right in the neck before lifting her again and executing another viscous looking release german suplex.
BG: Matthias Syn made it clear that he doesn’t respect, Game Girl. That he thinks she’s nothing but wires. Nothing but a machine, incapable of achieving anything meaningful or human. And he’s ready to show the world that the human spirit cannot be controlled by machines!
JC: As his wrestling match is televised via wires and machines?
After the last suplex, GG folds like an accordion, but somehow manages to find her toes on the canvas, she pushes forward and rises up, only to be dropped again by a running shining wizard!
BG: OH! WHAT A SHOT!
Syn muscles an arm on GG’s shoulders and hooks a single leg,
1!
2!!
NOOO!!!!
GG slips out of the pinfall, but Syn isn’t done. He yanks her up by the hair again and starts bashing her in the face with repeated forearm strikes, walking her to the ropes. GG is on the ropes, looking out of her element against Syn’s unbridled aggression
UP-DOWN-DOWN-UP-UP-A
Nothing personal, kid!
GG suddenly teleports behind Syn and strikes him right in the spine with her palm. Syn groans and steps back against the ropes, his eyes lit with fire… SUPERKICK!
LEFT-DOWN-RIGHT A
GG dashes back and voids the kick and then lunges forward!
SPEAR STEP!
She comes off of her feet and torpedoes Syn in the gut, almost like Raiden, tackling herself and Syn through the ropes. The Revolution Champ spills out onto the floor as GG is barely able to keep herself standing o nthe apron by a quick grab of the ropes. She runs to one side of the apron and sizes Syn up.
DOWN+A …. GG charges up, a blur aura covering her body, then moving to her fist
Just as Syn stands..
MASH-A THEN RELEASE-A!!!
GG leaps from the apron with a Power-up punch!
BUT IT MISSES!!!!
Syn slides to the side and catches GG with an awkward German Suplex mid-air that plants her onto the cold arena floor. The impact looks devastating, but again GG rolls onto her toes near the steel ring steps, her body covered in blue aura still as she eats the pain and darts forward again.
Syn’s eyes go wide as he immediately begins blocking.
B-A-A-B-B-A!!!
Syn is doing everything he can to block the onslaught of punches and kicks from his opponent. Some are landing, and some are blocked, but all of the attack is pushing Syn toward the arena barricade.
GG pauses…
UP-B!!!!
A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
Syn moves out of the way, and grapples GG around the head.
A reverse STO plants GG face first into the corner piece of the barricade.
Both lay on the floor for a moment as the ref begins a count
1!
2!!
3!!!
JC:What a battle we’re witnessing here tonight, Brody!
BG: You see why I was so excited for this one?
4!!!!
Syn catches his breath and crawls to all fours before finding his way to his feet.
5!!!!!
GG looks down, and in a bad way. But her current condition isn’t good enough for Syn. Again he pulls her up by the hair and
6!!!!!
Whips her hard across the floor, sending GG flying into the steel ring steps like a lawn dart!
7!!!!!!
Syn rolls back in the ring and immediately moves to the turnbuckle, climbing all the way to the top.
8!!!!!!
Unbelievably, GG is up and staggering around on her feet, completely out of it!
JC: SYN COULD WIN THIS MATCH RIGHT NOW VIA COUNT OUT!
9!!!!!!!!!!
BUT HE DIVES INSTEAD!
A FLYING CROSSBODY IS EXECUTED PERFECTLY!
BG: Syn isn’t here for a cheap win, JC. He said he spreads violence like napalm! He’s here to show GG just how violent humanity can be in the face of machines!
After a few moments of absorbing the damage he’s done to himself with that devastating move, Syn climbs back up to his feet and spots GG who’s just beginning to try and crawl in the opposite direction. But Syn grabs her leg and pulls her back near the ring steps. He lifts GG up with ease and…. GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE RING STEPS!
JC: Oh my god, Brody! That’s it! This is over!
Syn swipes away the hand of the ref who’s now climbed out of the ring and is begging Matthias to bring the action back between the ropes. He shoves the ref in the chest, and picks GG up by the hair again, bashing her in the face again with another forearm. GG thrashes from his grasp as the back of her head cracks against the steel turnbuckle post.
Sy doesn’t even allow her to slide down the post to the floor before he’s rolling her back in the ring. Syn stalks back between the ropes behind her, watching the vulnerable GG roll to the center of the mat where she slowly crawls up onto all fours…
Syn positioning himself in the corner of the ring, seething, waiting for the perfect opportunity. He runs in for a curb stomp!
Syn leaps up in the air, one boot above GG’s head
LEFT
DOWN
RIGHT
LEFT
DOWN
RIGHT
A
B
A POWER GEYSER ERUPTS FROM THE MAT! PUTTING A WALL OF ENERGY BETWEEN GG AND SYN AND BLOWING THE REVOLUTION CHAMP BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Before he even realizes what’s hit him, GG has flown in for the attack. Her lightening fast, powerful strikes blasting Syn from every direction. Syn staggers out of the corner, but has no time to move before
LEFT LEFT RIGHT RIGHT B!!!!
BIMMY TO JIMMY!
The belly to belly suplex plants Syn!
GG COVERS!
1!
2!!
NOOOO!!!!
Syn just got a shoulder up!
JC: That was nearly over there, BG! And all of a sudden, Game Girl has regained control of this match!
BG: GG has seen it all in the wrestling ring, JC. She told everyone in the lead up to this match that Syn was just a cliche rebel, not someone who’s bringing anything new to the wrestling world… She's fought many bad guys in her career, and maybe she’s bearing out that critique right before our very eyes!
She stands to her feet….
UP UP
DOWN DOWN
LEFT RIGHT
LEFT RIGHT
B A!!!!
The Konami Code opens up for GG… her eyes go white…. She grabs Syn by the hair….
FAST TRAVEL!!!!
In a matter of seconds, Syn has been bounced from each turnbuckle with a head smash into the turnbuckle pad as the crowd tries to count around the revs. He’s sent around the ring by GG at least 4 four times before…
PLANTING HIS FOOT SO HARD IT TURNS HIS OWN ANKLE!!!!
HE SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN
BUT GRABS GG’S ARM FROM BEHIND AND LOCKS IN…
SYNTheory!!!!!!
THe triangle lock has GG in a bad way as Syn pulls back, locking in his finishing submission hold in the center of the mat.
JC:Syn has halted GG’s supermove right in it’s tracks!
BG: And now he’s ready to show the world that GameGirl cannot withstand his human will to survive!
JC: GameGirl questioned weather or not she’d ignite Syn’s spark, or extinguish tonight, but now it’s her thats on the verge of being snuffed out here on Warfare
The triangle hold locks in tight, cutting off GG’s air supply… her HP dwindling to nothing!
SHE’S TAPPING!!!!!!!!
INTO MIRROR MODE!!!!!!
She screams!
.
And suddenly all of the pain of the SYNTheory is applied to Matthias, forcing the Revolution Champ to break the hold!
GG stands, panting, on her last leg…
Game Girl sways her fingers in rhythm and steals a thought from thin air.
LEFT DOWN LEFT DOWN LEFT DOWN LEFT DOWN A+B
METRONOME!
GG winks at Syn who is just staggering up to his feet… her voice transitioning into something eerie, old, and masculine
“Good try, old boy”
JC: DOC-BOTTOM!
GG hits the legendary Doc D’ville’s finisher with all of the precision and impact of the Good Doctor himself.
Exhausted, her HP down to 1… she falls on Syn, her arm draped over his shoulders
1!
2!!
3!!!
Suddenly a masked man rolls into the ring and slams a chair into the back of Matthias Syn! Syn crumples and the man nails him with another chair shot before standing over his body.
JC: Oh my god, what a savage attack! WHO IS THIS GUY?!
BG: Wait, I know that hoodie!
The man flicks back his hood to reveal…CYPHER!
BG: I KNEW IT!
Cypher grabs a microphone and speaks over Syn’s body.
“Ever since I came back, you’ve been that annoying thorn in my side. Always trying to screw me over. You did so in the Captain’s match, then again at War Games. I’m tired of being humiliated by you, Syn. This was supposed to be my glorious return and you’ve made a mockery out of it.”
He sneers as the crowds boos him loudly.
“But the truth is, I don’t think you can beat me one-on-one, man to man. I want your ass at Snow Holds Barred, where not only will I beat you…”
Cypher reaches down and grabs the Revolution Championship, holding it above his head.
“I’m going to take your title.”
He stands back and lays the belt on Syn’s body.
“There’s my challenge. Think on it, champ.”
Cypher’s music hits and he rolls out of the ring and makes his way back up the ramp.
JC: The former Television Champion has his sights set on the man who eliminated him at War Games!
BG: I wonder what Syn will say once he wakes up!
JC: Stay with us as Warfare continues!
JC: Back here on Warfare and coming up next it’s a mix of 3 stages of career mode as an XWF regular, a star on the rise and a 25 year veteran collide with the right to face James Shark on the line!
BG: Estrada! Garcia! And Canadian favorite, Tatiana Jolee!
JC: It’s an International dish served on one of the professional wrestling's finest stages!
The smoke fills up with gray on the stage, as the arena lights flickers. Then once we see "The Rebellious One" on the X-Tron, then we hear the boom bap of 1999 on the the X-Tron itself. Then we see Reggie coming onto the stage with his hoodie on, and he shadow boxes infront of the camera and talkin smack as he walked down, then he gives the fans on the ramp some dap as he went to the ring. Then he simply sildes into it, and got up and taunted to the crowd with his fist up as his theme fades out.
JC: The ever present Reggie Estrada!
BG: He may not have the success of some, but I guarantee you, an old XWF stalwart like he is, he can sneak up on you if you’re not careful.
The stadium lights slowly dim until the arena is in deep darkness. The crowd in turn stands quietly waiting for the next fighter to enter.
Rage Against The Machine's "How I Could Just Kill a Man" starts to play and some of the crowd boo. Some however... Few in fact, support the entrance of the Spanish wrestler. The lights turn a golden yellow and crimson red as Adam Garcia slowly makes his way to the ring steps, after hitting them he quickly climbs them, jumping over the third rope and placing himself in the center of the ring, where he holds his hand in a "rock" position imitating the horns of a bull to his heart, then to his lips and finally to the sky.
As he waits for the bout to start, he throws his coat to the outside of the ring and hands his glasses to the referee.
JC: Adam Garcia! He no doubt is making waves all over professional wrestling and right here in the XWF it’s no different!
BG: He’s without a doubt a young man whose star burns ever brighter week after week!
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
(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
RA: “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.
JC: She sure is extremely popular here in her home country!
BG: She surely is and in her debut at War Games she came within an eyelash of beating Johnny Bacchus for the Xtreme title!
JC: She was unsuccessful in that endeavor, but tonight she’ll have the opportunity to right the ship!
BG: All three competitors will no doubt be lookin’ tp punch their tickets to Snow Holds Barred this evening!
#1 Contender to TV Championship
Adam Garcia
- vs -
Reggie Estrada
- vs -
Tatiana Jolee
15 Minute Time Limit
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With all competitors in the ring, it doesn’t take long for a raucous feeling to truly take over the building. All eyes are focused on one woman, the hometown woman, the woman who stood between the two men on opposite corners of the ring with a grin on her face.
“LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! “LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
JC: Looks to me like this audience is wasting little time picking a favorite here…
BG: Hardly a surprise though, Jack. Tatiana’s an icon when it comes to her home nation of Canada. They love her!
“LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! “LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
JC: Look at this place, Brody! The building is shaking from all this chanting!
BG: I’m gonna go deaf at this rate…
Tatiana closes her eyes, drinking in the emotion of the moment. Garcia glances at her, grumbling indiscernible obscenities at her underneath his breath. Reggie paces back and forth in his own corner, bringing his hand to scratch along his hair and scalp, before he finally snaps at the audience with a loud “SHUT UP!”
“LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! “LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
BG: Egging the audience on with these chants might not be in Reggie’s best interests here.
JC: But you can’t even concentrate with all this damn noise! Just imagine how far off their game Garcia and Reggie both might be from this!
The referee takes one final look at all three competitors to make sure they’re ready, before he motions for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
BG: And we’re off! Television title shot on the line here with three very game competitors - gonna be interesting to see how this unfolds-
JC: And it looks like they’re not gonna waste any time!
Reggie immediately snaps and goes after Tatiana, rushing towards her in the corner and throwing a sharp kick to the gut! Tatiana blocks the blow as best she can, but she’s still sent back into the corner hard as Reggie continues his assault. Sharp kicks to the gut rain down as the crowd begins to boo the display.
Garcia sits back in the corner, an unreadable stormy expression on his face as he simply lets Reggie take out some of his own pent-up aggression.
JC: Looks like all that commotion from the crowd got both of these guys all riled up to start off here…
BG: Reggie Estrada comes into this match as the underdog, but you can’t count him out - not with the plethora of experience he brings within the XWF as a whole. Tatiana Jolee and Adam Garcia, both relative newcomers in exchange here while they’ve had success elsewhere.
JC: But what matters right now is that this is an XWF match in an XWF ring!
Reggie starts to line up for a sharp punch, but Tatiana sees her opening and throws one first! Reggie’s head snaps back as Tatiana leans back against the corner, raising herself into the air to throw a kick to Reggie’s face! The move creates separation between the two, turning Reggie around as Tatiana sneaks in to grab the arm!
It’s a hammerlock! Tatiana wrenches the arm, trying to twist and pull it as much as she can! Reggie grits his teeth, trying to throw an elbow to get Tatiana off of him but missing the mark!
JC: Look at her yanking that arm, Tatiana’s trying to take it out of its damn socket! We just started!
BG: Reggie could get in trouble real soon. He relies on his arms a lot for a lot of his moves, especially his Azteca Sunrise finishing move. If Tatiana manages to weaken it enough here…
Reggie manages to walk forward, using his bigger frame to overpower the submission and force a quick rope break!
JC: Looks like that’s not gonna happen here!
The referee starts to do his job, looking for a clean break as he starts to count - BUT THAT ALLOWS ADAM GARCIA TO COME IN WITH A RUNNING BICYCLE KNEE TO BOTH COMPETITORS!
BG: WOW! Adam came out of nowhere! That knee was like a weapon of mass destruction!
JC: Hard to tell who he was aiming for, though - looks like both guys got wiped out there!
Garcia quickly gets back to his feet with Reggie rolling underneath the ropes. Garcia scoffs at him, before turning his attention to Tatiana trying to crawl her way back up to her feet. A quick stomp to the back halts her advance, before Garcia pulls Tatiana up by the waist to put her into a waist lock!
But wait! Tatiana is trying to prevent Garcia from locking his hands together! It’s a tough task, but she’s trying to pry his grip apart! She’s gritting her teeth as the fans are quickly cheering her on!
Tatiana dips down, landing on her head and using the momentum to flip forward out of Garcia’s waist lock, before turning around with her own hands still around Garcia’s wrists! They twist over before Tatiana settles on just one, twisting it before kicking Garcia’s leg out from beneath him as he’s forced to a knee!
Tatiana looks to control the arm further, wrenching it again before Garcia quickly rises up, now he himself managing to pry Tatiana’s grip away, taking his own wrist grip! Tatiana winces as she reaches at her own shoulder, before trying to duck low again! She rolls to the ground, looking to try and take Garcia down with an Arm Drag to reverse the momentum!
But Garcia sees it coming! He steadies himself, pushing back on Tatiana’s arm to reverse the pressure and force her back! Tatiana winces, rolling backwards to build more momentum, but Garcia starts rolling with it this time! He cartwheels into the air right as Tatiana sits up, now capturing her in a fierce leg scissors that ensnares her head right between his thighs as he takes her to the ground!
BG: WOW! Fierce technical fighting from these two! Very easy to forget the fact that Adam Garcia got his start in the world of combat sports as a judoka - technical wrestling is just as much in his blood as it is with Tatiana Jolee!
JC: Had Tatiana’s movements well-scouted there too, to place her back on the defensive…
Tatiana is trying to squirm her way out of the tight hold Garcia has her in, but Garcia isn’t going to let up that easily! He throws a sharp forearm to Tatiana’s back, causing her to stumble and fall to her knees. Another forearm rains down, and another, and another! All allowing for Garcia to tighten his legs together to try and choke the air out of her!
But the fans aren’t willing to let their hero die!
“LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! “LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
Almost as if it were a command, Tatiana tries coming back to life, absorbing another raining forearm from Garcia as she tries to find a way out.
“LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! “LET’S GO, JO-LEE, LET’S GO!” CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
Taking a deep breath, Tatiana brings her hands to Garcia’s thighs, and begins to stand on her head?!
JC: Just how flexible even is she?!
BG: We’ve seen her trying to put that on display a few times here, but Garcia looks stunned here!
Tatiana uses her leverage to try and maneuver her head and gain some space, and with Garcia being caught off-guard for a brief moment, Tatiana manages to bring her feet back to the ground and pulls her head out, escaping the submission hold-
SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!
JC: Garcia just slapped the taste out of her mouth!
Tatiana comes back to her feet, stumbling around and reaching for the ropes in vain as Garcia comes behind her, grabbing her from behind in order to hit a HALF-AND-HALF SUPLEX! TATIANA GOES FLYING ACROSS THE RING AND LANDS RIGHT ON HER GUT AS THE AIR COMES OUT OF HER!
Garcia grumbles as he gets back onto his feet, ignoring the boos raining down on him as his eyebrows furrow together in annoyance. He’s about to come follow up on Tatiana, but from the ropes! It’s Reggie Estrada coming in with a running neckbreaker to take Garcia down!
BG: Gotta keep eyes in the back of your head in a triple threat match like this! Estrada waiting for the right moment to pounce and move back into the action!
Both Tatiana and Garcia get back to their feet as Reggie realizes he’s the only man up right now. He smiles smugly, waiting for both competitors to get to their knees, before coming right up to Garcia…
CRACK! A sharp knife-edge chop to the chest that has the fans in the first two rows wincing from the impact!
Reggie comes to Tatiana now, revving his hand up…
CRACK! Another loud chop raining down as the fans boo the attack!
Reggie turns back to Garcia now!
CRACK!
To Tatiana!
CRACK!
Garcia!
CRACK!
Tatiana!
CRACK!
Garcia!
CRACK!
Tatiana!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CR-
Garcia catches the incoming chop with gritted teeth! His chest has been lit up like a Christmas tree, but he’s not giving in that easily! He pulls Reggie in - HEADBUTT! Reggie staggers back now as Garcia’s gritting his teeth in anger! He grabs Reggie by the neck, bringing him over to the turnbuckles!
JC: You smell that, Brody?
BG: Anger? Adrenaline?
JC: Blood. Something tells me we’re about to see why Garcia’s called the Mad Bull!
Garcia comes to the corner, taking Reggie by the head and smashing him right against the top turnbuckle! Reggie’s head snaps back from the impact, sending him down onto his knees! Garcia tugs at the top turnbuckle, ripping off the protective cover and exposing the shiny, pointed metal underneath!
The referee notices the metal and tries to get involved again, but immediately backs down as Garcia glares at him! Garcia turns back to Reggie, grabbing him and righting him before aiming his skull properly…
WHAM! Down goes Reggie’s skull onto the metal! He grunts in pain, but Garcia holds him still as he raises him again!
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!
JC: Aaaaaand that’s gonna give Reggie a surefire concussion…
BG: Look, look! You can see the blood from Reggie’s forehead already starting to rain down onto the mat!
JC: Can’t stop a bull when he’s seeing red, Brody!
Garcia pulls Reggie up to smash his skull in one more time-
BUT TATIANA JOLEE COMES UP BEHIND BOTH WITH A DOUBLE DROPKICK! SMASHING THEIR BODIES INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Garcia’s stunned and he lets go of Reggie! He staggers back, blinking out the stars forming in his eyes, but that’s just enough time for Tatiana to act! She grabs Garcia by the waist, and begins to LIIIIIIIFT-!
JC: No shot! Look at her lifting!
BG: That’s a man who has nearly a foot and over a hundred pounds over his opponent! GOING RIGHT INTO A-
GERMAN SUUUUUUUUUPLEX! THE CROWD POPS BIG TIME AS TATIANA HOLDS THE BRIDGE TO PIN!
OOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOO!
KICKOOOOOUT!
Garcia manages to kick out in time as Tatiana is determined not to let this get the better of her! She exhales, slowly managing to get back onto her feet with gritted teeth as she starts to plan her next move…
BUT REGGIE COMES RIGHT BEHIND HER WITH A PAIR OF BRASS KNUCKLES WRAPPED AROUND HIS FIST! AND SLAMS IT RIGHT INTO A PUNCH RIGHT IN THE BACK OF TATIANA’S HEAD!
THE FANS BOO LOUDLY AS TATIANA SLUMPS OVER!
JC: Resourceful as ever, that Reggie Estrada is! We saw Adam Garcia go innovative with his weapon choice with the turnbuckle, but now we got some ole’ reliable brass knucks in action!
BG: It may be legal in a triple threat match, but that doesn’t mean these fans have to like it! Especially when Tatiana swears by never using a weapon!
Reggie sees his chance as he grins wildly! He poses for the fans and soaks up the boos, before hoisting Tatiana into the air and spinning her out! Right into a BLUE THUNDER BOMB!
BG: FRIED GRITS SLAM BY REGGIE ESTRADA! We might see an upset right here and right now!
Reggie hooks the leg as the referee is forced to count!
OOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOO!
ADAM GARCIA BREAKS UP THE PIN!
JC: Saved just in the nick of time! Gotta think that if he didn’t pander to the crowd here, Reggie might have walked out with the victory!
BG: No time to waste on that right now as Garcia looks like he’s wanting some seconds against Reggie right here!
A SHARP elbow rattles Reggie right in the back of the skull, slumping him forward before Garcia picks him up to land another elbow! Blood goes flying across the ring before Garcia rights Reggie once again - European Uppercut to the back of the skull! Reggie’s on spaghetti legs as Garcia runs the ropes - SLING BLADE!
Reggie is trying his best to roll to the ropes to try and escape this onslaught, but Garcia is right there as soon as Reggie manages to get onto the apron. Garcia drops a heavy boot onto Reggie’s back, before grabbing him by his thick mane of hair to get him to stand on his two feet. He’s absolutely exhausted and dripping blood all over, but Garcia forces him over to the turnbuckle.
Garcia BASHES Reggie’s skull right off the metal ring post! Reggie bounces his head off like a pinball, before Garcia slaps Reggie right on the back to hold him steady against it! He backs up, eyeing his target…
BG: Uh oh… Jack, you think he’s looking for the Estampida?
JC: Modified Estampida, but if Garcia hits that running boot… Reggie’s head might actually get crushed here.
Garcia’s got his sights lined up! He’s got a fire in his eyes that’s raging! He runs across the ring!
ONLY TO GET CAUGHT WITH A CODEBREAKER FROM TATIANA JOLEE!
BG: DOUBLE CLUTCH! DOUBLE CLUTCH! OUT OF NOWHERE! TATIANA JOLEE MIGHT HAVE THIS!
JC: SLITHERING IN OUT OF NOWHERE AT THE LAST MOMENT! Reggie Estrada better thank his lucky stars that his head didn’t get crushed!
BG: Not if he ends up losing this match because of it, he won’t!
OOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOO!
KICKOOOOOUT!
BG: What incredible resilience on display from Adam Garcia!
JC: One of these guys are gonna have to think fast if they wanna persevere here!
Tatiana curses under her breath, and she’s slow to move, but she’s still got enough fuel within her to see this match through to its end. She takes some heaving deep breaths, but reaches over towards Garcia. She slowly pulls him up…
GARCIA RISES UP! HEADBUTT TO THE BRIDGE OF TATIANA’S NOSE WHO CRUMBLES FROM THE SHARP BLOW! TATIANA FALLS TO HER KNEES AS GARCIA REALIZES THIS IS HIS CHANCE!
HE GRABS HER BY THE WRISTS, AND PULLS HIMSELF BACK…
KAMIGOYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
JC: YOU MESS WITH THE BULL, YOU GET THE HORNS! THAT’S THE BULL’S HORNS RIGHT THERE, BRODY!
BG: Think I see a busted lip coming from that knee, Jack! Garcia’s been ruthless with his blows in this matchup!
The fans will Tatiana to try and kick out as Garcia hooks the leg!
OOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOO!
KICKOOOOOUT!
GARCIA CAN’T BELIEVE IT AS HE GETS BACK ONTO HIS FEET! He complains loudly to the referee -
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
BG: Reggie Estrada just brought in a damn steel chair! A damn steel chair and he just cracked that right across Adam Garcia’s back!
JC: What did I say, Brody?! You need eyes in the back of your head at all times during a triple threat match! Adam just learned that lesson twice over!
Reggie slaps the chair down onto the ground and motions for this to be the end! He drinks in that crowd reception one last time as he gets Adam onto his feet, hooking his head! He’s trying to line himself up for a jumping cutter onto the chair!
But Garcia thumps Reggie across the back! He’s not letting himself be denied here! His pain tolerance during this match has been incredible as Garcia turns Reggie around, looking instead to end this once and for all as he hooks his arm across Reggie’s chest! He looks for the Grand Ib-
DOUBLE CLUTCH BY TATIANA JOLEE AGAIN KNOCKS ADAM GARCIA DOWN!
Reggie tries to weakly reach for the chair, but Tatiana sees it coming! She kicks the chair away before grabbing Reggie by the neck, yanking him back over her hip into a tight choke on the ground!
BG: CALGARY CRUSHER BY TATIANA JOLEE! WILL SHE GET THE TAPOUT SHE’S LOOKING FOR?!
Reggie tries to reach for the chair… but he can’t get to it! His grip is falling too short! He tries… he tries… before he taps out! The crowd come on their feet in unison as Tatiana manages to secure the victory!
Winner: NEW #1 Contender for the XWF Television Championship
TATIANA JOLEE |
JC: Jolee has done it!
BG: Jolee! JoLEE! JOLEE! JOOOOLEEEEE!
JC: Stop it!
BG: Fine but my fans all in the south are gonna be mad!
JC: I didn’t know your mom watched the show!
BG: …
JC: Tatiana Jolee, tonight in her home country of Canada has punched her ticket to Snow Holds Barred and the task doesn’t get easier!
BG: It surely doesn’t.
JC: As things stand right this minute, she’s slated to face James Shark when we get to Edmonton.
BG: If he can even walk by the time we get there!
JC: Fans, stay with us!
JC: We’re back here on Warfare, folks as we look in on Thaddeus Duke up there tonight in the skybox and…
BG: Wait…
JC: Ohhhh, he’s not in that box alone!
BG: No, he surely is not, Jacko! Do you know who that is!?
JC: Folks, joined with Duke in the skybox tonight is perhaps most prominently known for a nearly two year reign as FIGHT Empire Champion!
BG: That’s Dickie god damn Watson up there!
JC: Project:Honor, Division, PWS, Hybrid… that man has held gold all over the place and is undoubtedly one of the best in the world!
BG: It looks like he’s comin’ to where the biggest, brightest and baddest stars on the planet call home here in the XWF!
JC: And our universe has grown just a little more intense! That’s one hell of a signing right there!
BG: Dickie Watson in the XWF. Who'd have thought!?
JC: We shift our focus back here to the action and Brody, originally this match was supposed to be Johnny Bacchus defending the Xtreme title in a fatal 4 way contest.
BG: There’s an old adage in the south, Jacuinde. If you wanna hear god laugh, tell him your plans.
JC: Charlie Nickles, to the surprise of many including Bacchus himself, became the new Xtreme Champion last week in a backstage incident!
BG: So what becomes of this match, you ask?
JC: This match has now become a contenders match with the winner… like Tatiana Jolee a little bit ago… earning the right to face James Shark at Snow Holds Barred!
BG: That’s assuming he remains champion. Shark is a dual champion and we know the by laws concerning singles championships in the XWF!
JC: Yes! Holding two singles titles just isn't done! But right now, we're set to get underway with Johnny Bacchus already in the ring as Cyrus Braddock makes his entrance.
"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.
"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.
JC: The monster, Enigma!
BG: No stranger to the XWF Universe!
JC: A champion in many corners of the world, returning to the XWF on the Warfare brand as of War Games, but we've seen him before!
BG: He was the reigning United States champion on the Madness brand before production on that brand was halted!
JC: He's also no stranger to Cy Braddock! They had some epic clashes!
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.
JC: Sarah Wolf!
BG: No E!
JC: No E is correct! She's another of Thaddeus Duke’s recent signings and she's undoubtedly a handful for anyone!
BG: She’s no stranger to extreme environments and without a doubt she'll make herself at home here in the XWF!
#1 Contender - XWF Xtreme Title
Johnny Bacchus
- vs -
Cyrus Braddock
- vs -
Sarah Wolfe
- vs -
Enigma
Xtreme Rules - Fatal 4 Way
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Each competitor stands ready in their respective corners.
BG: Does Bacchus seem… Elsewhere to you?
JC: He just lost the X-Treme Championship, Brody, bound to get anybody out of sorts.
BG: Well he better get his head in the game, with the dominating performance Enigma gave at War Games and the feral Sarah Wolf in the ring, he’s in for a hell of a night.
DING! DING! DING!
Sarah Wolf bounds over to Johnny Bacchus who snaps his head into the game a moment too late as Wolf jumps high into the air and lands both her heels into Bacchus’ chest and he crashes into the turnbuckle! The wind leaves Johnny’s lungs as Sarah kips up and goes for a roundhouse which Bacchus ducks under and sweeps Sarah’s leg knocking her down to the ground and the two swap punches fighting one another up to their feet.
On the other side of the ring; Enigma has Cyrus in the corner and is beating the brakes off him in the corner. Each strike to the stomach lifts Braddock up higher and higher in the air like he’s air juggling the poor guy before delivering a devastating headbutt and knocking Cyrus out of the ring. Enigma gives a powerful roar and beats his chest to the crowd as he turns Wolf is barreling towards him from an Irish Whip, Enigma drops Wolf with a nasty lariat as Bacchus leaps up and gets a knee strike on Enigma’s jaw!
Enigma drops to a knee but Wolf is back up and rakes Enigma’s eyes blinding him momentarily before dropping Bacchus with a low blow!
BG: That blow from Wolf is sending Johnny to The Static Age!
JC: A real TV Casualty right, Brody?
Bacchus drops to his knees holding his groin in excruciating pain and Sarah steps up and hits-
BG: DEATH COMES RIPPING!
A brutal meteora drops Bacchus who has stars circling his dome as Sarah steps up with a sickening laugh but not for long as Enigma is back in the fight and sends Wolf across the ring with a choke toss!
Sarah crashes on the other side of the ride barreling over herself as Enigma comes in like a freight train and tries to take Wolf’s head off her shoulder with a huge boot which barely misses as Wolf ducks under the strike and scrambles behind for a roll-up!
ONE!!!
JC: Sarah’s got a handful of tights!
BG: Clever gal! If you can’t out-power them, outsmart them!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!
Enigma powers out of the pin and slaps his palms on the mat in a fit of rage before spinning to Wolf with a backfist which knocks her equilibrium! As Enigma follows up Sarah quickly drops to her back and escapes the ring! Enigma growls in anger but can’t focus for long Bacchus is back on his feet and charges Enigma! The Monster Machine lifts up a boot to catch The Rascal King but Bacchus power slides under before hopping up in a beautiful motion and springboarding off the ropes before dropping the big man with a bulldog!
This slows down Enigma briefly as Bacchus hurriedly plucks Enigma up and tries to go for-
JC: THE TRAGEDY AT BUFFALO!!!
BG: This early!?
As Bacchus gets Enigma into position, Sarah Wolf grabs Johnny’s feet and pulls the rug out from underneath him, tearing him outside of the ring! Enigma clatters to the mat as Sarah starts nailing into Bacchus with a flurry of blows but Bacchus shifts the momentum when he spots an opening in Wolf’s strikes and counters her offense with a huge Sparta Kick! Which sends her sailing over the barricade into the crowd!
Bacchus turns his attention to the ring but is caught off guard when 275 pounds of muscles come hurtling toward him!
BG: Enigma just slingshotted himself into Bacchus!
Landing the splash Bacchus is out as Enigma clutches at his ribs and takes a moment to catch his breath. He picks Bacchus up and hurls him back into the ring, as he is about to enter he sees Wolf standing behind the barricade and charges to take her out of the match for good but just as Enigma is about to reach her, she picks up a child from the crowd and uses the terrified kid as a meat shield!
Enigma stops dead in his tracks.
JC: Sarah Wolf is using a child to stop Enigma! What a low-down, dirty trick!
BG: Dirty? That’s ingenuity, Jack-o! She’s a master of her craft! She knows kids love Enigma and he wouldn’t hurt them! She’s a damn genius!
Enigma grows in fury looking at Wolf cowering behind the child and shakes his head in disbelief.
THEN WOLF DROPS THE CHILD TO ATTACK ENIGMA WITH!
BG: WOLF’S BLOOD!!!!
Sarah spits a blend of chemicals into Enigma’s face which start to expand into foam as the liquid makes contact and Enigma is on ground in anguish as Wolf laughs, ichor dripping from her lips.
BG: The Famous Monster goes Where Eagles Dare! And says to Enigma, Die, My Darling!
JC: Will you stop.
ONE!
Wolf’s eyes turn to the ring where Bacchus has pinned Cyrus Braddock!
JC: We were so distracted by what was happening on the outside we didn’t see Bacchus delivering The Tragedy at Buffalo to Braddock!
BG: He’s in the center of the ring with the pin! Sarah better haul ass!!!
TWO!!!
Sarah sprints as fast as she can over the barricade!
And gets to the apron!
But not with enough time!!!!
BUT THERE’S NO THREE!!!?!?!?
JC: Bacchus stopped the count!?
BG: … WHAT A FUCKING IDIOT!
Bacchus lifts himself up from the cover, the ref looks confused as Johnny stares into the crowd. A strange smile creeps onto his face and he chuckles before looking back at Sarah Wolf. With a cheshire cat grin he almost whispers.
“The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of other things.”
Bacchus steps up and exits the ring.
Wolf watches Johnny do this with an expression that screams “What the actual fuck”.
BG: What the actual FUCK is Bacchus doing!? He’s leaving!? HE CAN’T LEAVE!
JC: I don’t think anyone is gonna stop him, Brody.
Bacchus hops over the barricade and takes a brief moment before making his way through the crowd. Three people in hoodies suddenly stand in unison and exit behind Bacchus.
JC: That was VLI! They were here the whole time?
BG: … I-uh… THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?
Wolf also questions this but then sees a prone Braddock and smiles to herself. Sarah sprints in for the pin!!!
ONE!!!
Enigma tears at the foam surrounding his eyes and mouth on the outside!
TWO!!!
Ripping the foam he tears skin! But can finally see and charges the ring!!!
THR-
ENIGMA LEAPS ONTO SARAH WOLF WITH AN ELBOW!!!
-EE!!!!!!!
JUST AT THE THREE COUNT IS MADE!
Enigma’s elbow crashes into Wolf’s spine as the ref goes to call for the final bell! Enigma grabs at Sarah who smartly scrambles out of the ring and sprints out of harm’s way as her theme plays!
WINNER - #1 Contender to the XWF Xtreme Title
SARAH WOLF
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JC: Well this was… something, Brody!
BG: I'm not even sure I know what just happened!
JC: One thing is for sure, Sarah Wolf definitely advances to Snow Holds Barred to challenge for the Xtreme Championship!
BG: I know ENIGMA will have something to say about this!
JC: And what's this mean for Johnny Bacchus!? You'd think he'd be chomping at the bit to get his Xtreme title back!
BG: Maybe he's since made other plans, JACKO!
JC: I guess we'll see what unfolds in the coming weeks but Universe, stay with us as the main event is coming up next!
JC: Folks, we’re in for an absolute slobber-knocker of a main event!
BG: No disagreements here, Jacko! This six-man is BURSTING with talent… All I can say is expected the unex-
BG: WHAT?!?
JC: Oh my!
The ear-shattering guitar rift of "Black out the Sun" blares through the speakers as the crowd erupts onto their feet. Half scream in adoration while the other choruses into boos. Spotlights center onto the top of the stage as fire erupts from either side of the curtain. As the flames settle, Prince Adeyemi walks out, eyes shifting from the floor to the ring.
JC: Brody, you yourself said ‘expect the unexpected!’ I don’t think anyone had Prince Adeyemi, SOLE SURVIVOR of the 2024 XWF War Games coming out here for this match!
BG: No doubt about it, Jacko! Prince is highly unpredictable! He’s made a career out of surprise attacks and interference! There’s no telling what he’ll do tonight!
He drops into a squat, leaning to the left and the right, stretching his legs out.
"I will not be denied, your kingdom come!"
The Prince leaps into the air as the crowd echoes "Your kingdom come!". He walks around the ring, throwing a fist into the air as his fans cheer for him.
He hovers over the announce table…
Pulls up a chair…
And grabs a headset!
BG: Oh, wow! Are we about to grace by the presence of a Prince at our announce table! Former XWF Universal champion, Prince Adeyemi, is joining us tonight at ringside for the main event!
Prince: Ain’t you in for a treat. Bet you thought you’d get through tonight without the reigning King of War darkening your doorstep!
BG: Oh, p’shaw! No, Jacko and I are delighted to have you helping us the action through the eyes of a champion! You’ll add a lot to our discussion, right, Jayce!
JC: Absolutely, Brody. For instance, Prince. Brody was just commenting on how you’ve made your career out of surprise attacks and interfering in matches. Your thoughts?
BG: I…er, well, no, that was… What I meant was…
Prince: Silence, insect. Your disgraceful opinion means little to me. Why would I concern myself with the prattle of lesser beings who have never tasted combat?
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 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 with the hood pulled up over his head, 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’s in black and white and appears to be cracked and broken. His tights are short, with the initials SEB emblazoned upon the front.
SEB stands at the top of the ramp, as he is flanked on both sides… By the XWF Tag-Team Champions, The Star of Combat, Lucy Wylde and Aurora!
JC: Sebastian Everett-Bryce, the Universal champion! AND the Stars of Combat, Lucy Wylde and Aurora, the XWF Tag-Team champions!
BG: Be sensitive, Jacko! We’re sitting next to the man who should be holding those tag belts! Right, Mister Prince, sir?
Prince: Hardly. A true warrior does not deny the result on the battlefield. I cannot deny that those two bested Ned, just as Lucy cannot deny that I bested her… And the rest of the XWF at WarGames.
The lights lift, and the three DOMINANT XWF champions all make their way to the ring! SEB stretches 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. Aurora and Wylde stand beside him on each side…
As SEB’s Universal title glimmers around his waist, the tag-champs lift their belts to the arena, who pop loudly for this super-team!
"I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain"
SEB extends his arms once more before pulling back his hood and removing his jacket 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?!)"
He 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, with Lucy and Aurora..
From the corner, SEB’s eyes linger on Prince’s for just a moment, before he returns focus to the ring…
Lucy Wylde, meanwhile, holds eye contract… Daring the Prince to look away.
BG: Clearly some tension here, Prince! SEB clearly making eyes at who some are calling the de facto Number One Contender for the Universal title, after your win at War Games. But, you’re also getting attention from Lucy Wylde, the competitor who you beat at the very, very end to ensure your victory!
JC: So, who ARE you here to watch, Prince?
BG: Jacko! Have you learned nothing of Warfare? Always keep your enemy guessing!
Prince: Goodman speaks correctly. My cause derives no benefit from announcing my target. And, as such, I will not.
…
Suddenly, the crowd in Toronto all start chanting.
REVOLUTION clap, clap, clap clap clap REVOLUTION clap, clap, clap clap clap
BG: Jackie, the people here are calling for a revolution!
JC: I can't believe it!
REVOLUTION clap, clap, clap clap clap
The crowd is in a fervor.
Mark Flynn’s music hits, and the fans go wild!
…but suddenly, the music is cut.
JC: Fans, it seems the impossible team has changed their music at the last moment and…
The music is cut again.
The crowd sours and boos to their heart’s content.
The fans in Toronto go wild at the sound of The Big Rock Candy Mountain!
…which is promptly cut off.
The fans in attendance all boo, and the boos give way.
REVOLUTION!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP
REVOLUTION!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP
REVOLUTION!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP.
The production truck.
Thunder Knuckles has made his way inside, and while the earbuds of the crew may echo some propaganda.
Peter Principle looks stressed. He took over Warfare to appease Thaddeus Duke and, well, a bit of everything.
He sweats as people under his employ readily say ‘fuck this shit, I want to work but the workplace needs an update’.
Monsters began to cohort with each other, after all.
TK intimidates them into doing the right thing as one-half of the greatest tag team in history, as a former Universal Champion, and above all, one ready to be part of the Revolution.
The means of production have been seized.
Mark walks out, his rage unrestrained, pointing to the ring. Schism marches out, his rage unrequited, sneering at the ring. Bobby walks out, nonplussed, his rage prepared for the recipients.
JC: Brody, they’re not cutting this song!
BG: They can’t now, the production truck has been taken over!!!
The Revolution takes the corner nearest the ramp, as the Stars of Combat and SEB talk strategy, considering their options.
Flynn’s finger weaves through the air, trying to calculate out the possibilities… As Schism nods toward Bourbon, beckoning him to take the ring.
Bourbon abides… Just as Flynn finishes his math and points to… the spot where Bourbon just was.
…He narrows his eyes… But holds his tongue from griping, as even Flynn’s self-aware enough to not gripe when he’s getting his way.
As Bourbon steps into the ring, like clockwork, Wylde steps through the ropes to meet him.
JC: It appears as if the team of champions has come in with a reactive strategy, choosing their starter based on who Team Revolution would select…
BG: Oh, please, Jacko! Don’t flap your gums like you have any idea what you’re talking about!
Prince: Jacuinde speaks the truth. The key to success on the battlefield is being reactive. Adaptive.
BG: …Wow! Thank you for the valuable insight, Prince!
Sebastian Everett-Bryce | Aurora | Lucy Wylde
- vs -
Bobby Bourbon | Mark Flynn | Schism
Standard 6-Person Tag Team Match
Each team has the option of posting 3 individual RPs at 2k or 1 team collab at 6k
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Bobby Bourbon bounces on the balls of his feet, a sly grin spreading across his face as he flexes his arms, soaking in the crowd’s reaction, as they scream…
REV O LU TION *clap clap clapclapclap*
REV O LU TION *clap clap clapclapclap*
Bourbon leans over the ropes, beckoning the crowd to get louder! They oblige!
JC: Bourbon’s confident swagger makes it clear: he’s here to entertain as much as to win.
Prince: Rest assured, as someone who has seen Bourbon as an opponent and as a teammate, his clownish buffoonery is a tactical diversion. A trophy room like Bourbon’s is not built on accident. Bourbon may never admit it, but he prioritizes victory in the ring.
Lucy Wylde narrows her eyes, her lips pressed into a determined line. She paces in her corner, her jaw tight, calculating her first move… Knowing that Bobby’s exaggerated crowd-rousing display is likely a ruse to entice her into an attack…
Bobby peeks over his shoulder, as if he just realized Lucy’s in the ring with him…
JC: While, I wouldn’t argue with the winner of War Games, it does seem like Bourbon is a little more excited playing with the crowd than he is throwing hands with Lucy Wylde!
The deceptively quick Bobby moves in for a lock-up, his arms outstretched to wrap Wylde in a bearhug…
…
But Lucy reads him like an open book! She darts low, her quick footwork allowing her to slip under his grasp and circle behind him, seeking a waistlock…
Bourbon rotates out Lucy’s grip and SPINS, going for a RON ARTEST ELBOW!
…
Wylde dips under! Keeping her head!
JC: Wow! Lucy Wylde is quicker than a hiccup!
Prince: Impressive speed, certainly. However, the fly is much faster than the mountain, but one would never expect a fly to feel a mountain.
As Bobby finishes rotating to face Lucy, Lucy tucks her ankle behind Bobby’s and brings an arm across his chest! Bobby’s legs out from under him. His back slaps the mat, and his eyes widen in surprise.
JC: Lucy Wylde just used simple machines and the fulcrum of the knee to take a 291-pound Bobby Bourbon to the mat!
BG: Yeah! Science, bitch!
Prince: Most intriguing...
Bobby, with surprising agility, shoves his waist up over his head, somersaulting backward onto his feet…
Lucy sets her feet, as Bourbon charges in, looking for another attack…
Lucy rotates her body…
And delivers a spinning heel kick to Bobby’s jaw!
Bobby staggers back into the ropes, rubbing his jaw with a grimace, as his playful demeanor shifts into focus!
Bobby shoves himself off the ropes… Lucy once again tries to time Bobby’s attack, trying to catch the Bastard with a roundhouse kick!
…But Bobby hits the mat on his back, ducking Lucy’s kick!
Lucy’s kick keeps spinning past Bourbon, but she makes it all the way forward…
Just in time to watch a 291-pound linebacker kip-up back onto his feet!
The crowd is STUNNED!
JC: Holy cow! No matter how many times I see him in action, I am always STUNNED at how quick Bourbon can be when he wants to be!
Lucy is taken aback, as Bobby swings for a clothesline!
…
But despite being shocked, the lightning-fast Lucy STILL manages to duck under the swing, her eyes darting toward the ropes!
She sprints forward, springboarding off the middle rope…
Bourbon spins around, as Lucy rebounds off…
And delivers a precise, leaping leg lariat across the chest that sends Bobby backward!
…Bobby staggers backwards…
…
But keeps his footing! Wylde kips up onto her feet, daring Bourbon to try it again!
JC: Wow! Bobby is quick, but Wylde is quicker! At every turn, Bobby has attempted to take Wylde out with power moves and surprises…
Prince: And every time, Wylde has outpaced him. At this point, Bourbon’s choices are to adapt, or to die.
Wylde beckons Bobby once more to try coming at her, clearly feeling like after the first few exchanges like she’s too quick for Bourbon!
With his elbow on the ropes, Bobby rests his cheek against his hand, like he’s really puzzling over what to try next!
The crowd cheers him on with a fresh round!
REV O LU TION *clap clap clapclapclap*
REV O LU TION *clap clap clapclapclap*
Bobby seems to steel himself, ready to re-enter the action…
REV O LU TION *clap clap clapclapclap*
REV O L-
BUT Mark Flynn tags him on the back!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
JC: Apparently, the father of the Revolution is a little less popular than the Revolution he started…
BG: Wait a sec, I thought the father of the Revolution was Micheal Graves!!!
JC: Allegedly!
Flynn hops into the ring, ready to go… Though, clearly, he’s a little miffed that the Revolution is more over than he is.
Bourbon looks over, as Flynn slips past him, as if he’d briefly forgotten he had partners… Before stepping back to the outside and grabbing the tag rop.
Lucy watches as Flynn hops from one foot to the next, clearing warming up, ready for to start zipping around the ring.
FUCK MARK FLYNN!
FUCK MARK FLYNN!!
SEB smiles outside the ring, clearly pleased that his tweet caught on… As Flynn sneers, not taking his eyes off his opponent.
JC: Flynn clearly not happy with SEB’s tweet becoming somewhat viral amongst the XWF Universe
Prince: He will find focus shortly. I’ve partnered with Flynn before on many an occasion. There are few tactical minds I would compare to my own in the ring, but Flynn is near my level. Not at it, but relatively near it. He and I both know the secret to success on the battlefield is focus.
Flynn’s eyes are locked on Lucy, looking for the slightest twitch to attempt to exploit as an opening. Lucy, however, holds her ground, her fists raised, her breathing steady as she waits for him to make the first move.
JC: Once again, the Champions Team seems comfortable to react based on the Revolution Team, waiting for them to commit to a strategy and then counteracting it!
BG: I mean, of course, that’s the Champions Team’s game! As Prince said, it’s the perfect strategy! Right, Prince?
Prince: No.
BG: …N-n-no?
Just when it feels like someone has to blink…
Flynn charges, feinting a collar-and-elbow grapple!
Lucy flinches, her shoulders tensing as she instinctively steps back, steeling herself for a catch-as-catch-can exchange…
But in that split second of reaction, Flynn capitalizes, lunging forward with a knee lift to her midsection!
JC: An attack of ABSOLUTE PRECISION launched by Mark Flynn!
Prince: Naturally, Flynn sees the weakness of the reactive strategy. By determining your next move based on your opponent’s, you assume reaction time will be negligible in determining your counterplay. A wise tactician may disrupt by selecting an attack that calls for extended reactive, then deviating to a split-second attack in the interim.
BG: …Yeah, Jacko! What Prince said!
Lucy doubles over Flynn’s knee, clutching her ribs, her face twisting in pain.
Flynn wraps around Wylde’s arm and twists her around, taking her from the back!
Before wrapping her in a guillotine and dropping Wylde with a reverse DDT!
Prince: Deviously effective offense..
JC: Agreed! Flynn has found a way to use Lucy’s speed against her, responding with pure tactical wrestling!
Flynn’s once wild, grumpy expression shifts cold and focused as he moves to cover Lucy! The official drops to count!
1!
Aurora slides between the ropes
Flynn leaps to his feet, looking to catch Aurora with a right hand!
…
But Aurora puts the brakes on… Eyeing Flynn, noting his reaction time, before sliding back onto the apron!
JC: Aurora had a handful of comments directed at Flynn this week! You get the sense these two are just itching to throw hands…
Back on the mat, Lucy winces, her hands instinctively reaching for her neck… Flynn returns his focus to his opponent, grasping her by the scruff of the neck…
Pulling Wylde off the mat…
When Lucy catches Flynn with an elbow to the ribs! Flynn doubles over… And Wylde moves for her corner…
…
Flynn reaches forward, grabbing Wylde by the arm, and WHIPPING her into his corner!
JC: Masterful positional wrestling on display by Flynn, keeping his opponent away from her partners, isolating Wylde from being able to escape!
Prince: Like a viper feeding a rodent to her young, so Flynn delivers his opponent into the hungry mouths of his partners in Revolution.
…Flynn takes a breath as his partners reach over the ropes to trap Wylde…
…
But, Wylde deftly kicks off the turnbuckle, and pulls a 180 back toward Flynn!
JC: No sir! Wylde is too fast to get trapped!
…Flynn’s eyes widen, arms out, ready to grapple Wylde!
…
But Wylde baseball slides!
Flynn widens his stance to dodge a takedown!
…
But Lucy isn’t going for a takedown!
She slides between Flynn’s legs! Nutmegs through Flynn!
And dives for her corner, tagging…
AURORA!
JC: Incredible! Wylde proves to be the fastest competitor in the ring!
BG: Ring? Maybe even the whole XWF!
Prince: ...
BG: …Er. Present company excluded of course!!
The crowd roars as Aurora receives the tag!
Flynn spins around as Aurora leaps up to the top rope…
SPRINGBOARD METEORA! Aurora nearly DECAPITATES Flynn with a flying double-knee to the skull!
JC: Wow! An absolutely devastating opening attack from Aurora! Against some opponents that might be a knockout blow!
Flynn lands on his back, clearly woozy after taking that HUGE knee to the temple! Flynn tries to crawl backwards into his corner to recover and get a fresh partner… But Aurora quickly wraps him in a grapple from a standing position!
JC: Aurora, doing everything in her power to keep Flynn in the ring while the game’s in her favor!
Prince: To allow an opponent to retreat is to chance a future death. Strike now while their throat is exposed.
Aurora goes to grab Flynn by the neck to rip him off the mat… but Flynn breaks her grip by separating his arms… Then, he wraps Aurora around the neck and judo-throws her into his team’s corner!
Aurora rolls forward… Springs up in the Revolution corner! And caught Bourbon with a leaping forearm to the face! Bourbon drops off the apron, as Schism scratches his head, eyes dilated, like ‘wow, that was nuts…’
JC: What a shot by Aurora! So impressive, even Bourbon’s partner was impressed by it!
BG: I get the vibe if you showed Schism a kaleidoscope, he’d be impressed by if for hours!
Flynn scrambles back up to his feet… As Aurora storms in, her brow furrowed, her movements quick and purposeful, hungrily looking to launch another strike!
JC: Aurora, clearly learning from Lucy’s efforts against Flynn, trying to keep him off his game with constant, unrelenting offense! Never giving him a chance to calculate! Never giving him an ounce of space to breathe!
Prince: And now Flynn’s choices are to adapt or to suffocate.
Flynn tries to brace himself, his feet shuffling to maintain his balance, but Aurora closes the gap with a series of sharp MMA knee strikes to Flynn’s ribs. Flynn’s face twists in frustration as he absorbs the blows, his arms instinctively dropping to protect his midsection, trying to slide past Auora’s strikes to his corner.
Seeing an opening, Aurora catches Flynn with a kick to the side that drops him to the mat… Then neatly transitions into a mudhole stomping sequence, driving Flynn into the corner!
JC: Something’s gotta give here! If Flynn doesn’t find a way to stop Aurora’s offensive barrage, this one might be over for the Revolution!
Flynn slumps against the turnbuckle, his head snapping back with each stomp, his teeth clenched in frustration.
Aurora backs up, circling around the center of the ring… As Flynn cradles his chest, pressed against the bottom turnbuckle…
Flynn grits his teeth and uses the ropes to pull himself up, his eyes darting toward Schism, who seems to be staring at a light on the rafters, lost in thought…
Aurora finishes her circle, and sprints at Flynn!
She dives through the air, with both knees out, looking for a corner Meteora!
…
BUT Flynn forward-rolls out of the corner and Aurora crashlands against the bottom turnbuckle!
Flynn desperately scrambles to his corner!
HE TAGS SCHISM!
JC: Here he comes! The charismatic enigma from the Parisian underground!
…
Schism seems to look around, like… huh. And decides, seemingly independently of being tagged, to enter the ring. His stoic expression betrays no emotion as he steps into the ring.
Flynn steps back outside, as Bourbon leaps back up to the apron…
BG: Might’ve spoke too soon there, Jacko. Schism might be in the ring, but I don’t know if I’d describe him as coming to anything!
Aurora rushes herself off the mat, shaking off the pain of her high-risk maneuver, as she turns to face Schism.
…
Schism stares, his eyes heavily dilated, as if processing everything around him…
…
Schism’s unblinking stare unsettles her, and Aurora hesitates for a split second. Schism tilts his head, his lips curling into a faint smirk…
ZIP! In a flash, Schism has charged forward, and delivers a running knee to Aurora’s stomach.
Aurora gasps, her arms wrapping around her midsection as she stumbles back toward a neutral turnbuckle!
BG: Holy cow! How… what? I think I blinked and missed what just happened!
Prince: Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them
JC: …Prince, did you just quote Star Wars?!
…Aurora briefly cradles her gut, before shoving off the corner, clearly looking to press her striking advantage…
But, Schism, like a rat in a drainpipe, slips through her attack, as simply as if he was navigating a doorway, before taking her back, and securing Aurora in a guillotine choke!
JC: Absolutely incredible! Like poetry in motion!
Prince: To truly see your opponent… Their strengths, their weaknesses… Is to be able to bypass them like vapor. This Schism may be unorthodox, but he has unmatched ring vision.
Aurora tries to shove her way out of the guillotine, but Schism clings on, his grip methodical and unrelenting. Aurora’s eyes widen as she struggles, the official hovers over her, asking if she’d like to submit!
…Both SEB and Wylde consider stepping in to break up the hold…
But Aurora’s determination flares!
Schism clings on… But Aurora slips inside his guillotine, rotating to face him!
Her teeth grit as she plants her feet and uses her remaining strength to lift Schism off the ground…
SPINEBUSTER SLAM! Schism’s back hits the mat HARD, as Aurora escapes the hold!
BG: Schism may have ‘unmatched ring vision’ but he sure didn’t SEE that one coming!
Prince: …
BG: …*cough*
Schism’s body arches in pain, but his face remains eerily calm as he slowly rolls to his feet.
Flynn barks at Schism, telling him to move! As Aurora crawls along the mat, into her corner…
Schism looks up… And grins like a cheshire cat, as Aurora dives for her corner, tagging in…
…
……
SEBASTIAN.
EVERETT
BRYCE.
JC: Here he is! The XWF Universal Champion!
Prince: Finally.
The crowd leaps to their feet, immediately entering the Fifth Gear of Excitement for the XWF Universal champion to enter the fray!
Flynn covers his face, gritting his teeth as he rapidly tries to rethink strategy, Bourbon leans over the top rope…
Sebastian slips through the ropes, storming in, his eyes blazing with determination. Schism raises his hands, looking to slip past Sebastian’s attack, but Sebastian blindsides him with a blistering running knee that sends him sprawling into the mat!
JC: SEB has entered this match and it feels like the whole momentum has dramatically shifted!
Flynn reaches over the top rope, desperate to tag back in… Schism leans backward, looking to tag out…
But SEB pulls back Schism by the leg to the center of the ring!
BG: No chance for Schism to get to his partners on SEB’s watch, Jacko!
JC: But it looks like that might not stop Flynn from getting involved!
Indeed, Flynn leaps up-and-over the top rope, ignoring the fact that he hasn’t tagged in to try and kill SEB’s momentum!
SEB sees Flynn coming and drops Schism’s leg…
Flynn charges in with a clothesline, but SEB ducks under, takes Flynn’s arm, secures him in a front facelock aaaaaaaand…
DDT! Spiking Flynn’s head to the mat!
JC: Wow, that looked like ballet and must’ve felt like a car crash!
Prince: Truly effective warfare is as beautiful as it is deadly.
Flynn, almost entirely on reflex, rolls out of the ring, clutching his head and grimacing, as he falls down to the padded concrete outside the ring…
SEB turns around… But Schism is no longer in the center of the ring!
BG: Ooooh! The ring general Flynn eats a DDT to buy his partner time to escape SEB’s attack!
JC: Or he just stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and ate mat!
Schism’s crawled back into the corner, tagging in…
BOBBY BOURBON!
Bobby steps through the ropes… SEB scrambles forward before Bourbon can start moving…
Bourbon was hoping he’d do that!
SHORYUKEN!
…
MISSED! SEB, smooth as silk, sidesteps around Bourbon’s strike… And catches him with a German suplex!
JC: Oh my GOD! The strength of Sebastian Everett-Bryce! He hucked the behemoth Bourbon through the air with incredible control!
Bobby’s feet dangle in the air, as the official drops to count…
1!
2!
THR-NOOOOOOO! Bobby manages to forces his shoulders off the ground, his chest heaving as he scrambles to his feet.
SEB, without missing a beat, signals to Wylde, who nods at Aurora! Aurora steps through the ropes, hits the ropes…
Bourbon braces himself for a counter, dropping for a back body drop…
But Aurora leaps over Bourbon! And through the ropes! At Mark Flynn who’s just now lifting himself up from the outside!
SUICIDE DIVE! Flynn slams into the barricade, his face contorted in pain!
JC: Oh my! And things have gone from bad to worse for Team Revolution!
Sebastian rallies his team, doubling Bobby over with a boot to the gut…
As Lucy sprints from one corner of the ring to the other, taking out Schism, who just got back on the apron, with a running dropkick! The Charasmatic(?) Enigma(?) drops to the outside as well!
JC: Wow! SEB and the Stars of Combat! The Empire, The Calamity, and The Catalyst! Are all moving like ONE well-oiled machine out here, Brody!
Prince: This was exactly how they structured their promo this week, Jacuinde. Divide and conquer. The Revolution is strongest as a unit… Clearly, the Champions Team suppose the key to defeating them is separating them into one-on-ones and beating them piece-by-piece.
Schism slowly peels himself off the floor outside the ring, as Lucy dips to the outside, she runs around the ring, building up speed! Schism rises up to his feet… Just as Wylde catches him a shining wizard! Schism lands HARD against the barricade, falling onto his ass!
Flynn meanwhile, crawls over toward the announce table, looking to buy some regrouping time… As Aurora is in hot pursuit! Chasing Flynn with a series of calf kicks to ground him. Flynn winces, clinging onto the announce table as Aurora continues the attack
In the ring, Sebastian stuffs Bourbon against the corner turnbuckle… he winds up his leg… HUGE CROSS KICK across Bourbon’s chest! ANOTHER! ANOTHER!
[white]JC: Oh my GOD, those kicks! Each one is a knockout blow!
Bobby stumbles, but his wide grin returns as he calculates…
Flynn slowly peels himself up to his feet, bending over at the waist against the announce table…
JC: Oh my! This is exactly the position Serenity Holmes was in at War Games… right before Aurora ended her night early!
BG: Haha! Looks like Flynn’s about to call it an early night too!
Aurora points! She leaps, looking for a…
STARBURST SON-
Flynn sidesteps out of the way, toward the apron! Aurora’s boot lands on the announce table unevenly, her stance is off!
As Flynn shoves off the apron…
RUNNING BOOT!
BG: OH SH-*krrrrrrrrrrrrr*
JC: WHAT THE-*krrrrrrrrrr*
Flynn boots Aurora over the announce table and the Original Star of Combat goes barrelling over the announce table straight into Brody and Jacuinde!
…
Prince: Hmm.
Lucy sprints forward, looking to boot Schism over the barricade…
But Schism slips under her boot, Lucy winds up one leg over the barricade! Schism from the ground, launches a HAYMAKER! That puts Lucy up and over the barricade herself!
Prince: The tide turns outside the ring, but the battle is one inside it.
Back in the ring, Bobby charges in, looking for a double-leg takedown… But SEB catches him on the way in with a knee-lift catching Bourbon right in the nose!
SEB backs up into the ropes…
Just as Flynn reaches in from the outside, and grabs SEB by the ankle as he runs!
Prince: An army marches on its feet. Take its legs.
SEB puts on the brakes, keeps his footing… And without missing a beat, 180 spins and kicks Flynn in the face!
As SEB taunts Flynn to the crowd’s delight, Bourbon backs into his corner, where Schism has crawled up to the apron and tagged himself in…
SEB turns around… Bourbon springs out of the corner, he dives forward with a desperation clothesline!
…But SEB slips around him, and locks in a NIGHTFALL SLEEPER HOLD!
Prince: As lungs needs air to breathe, so to does a soldier need war...
Bobby’s hands desperately weave through the air, as if trying to break out with everything he’s got…
But, despite his seemingly wild, desperate movements, Bobby’s efforts seem calculated to keep SEB’s back turned away from Schism, who crawls through the ropes!
Lucy Wylde crawls back over the barricade looking exhausted…
Just as Aurora shakes off cobwebs from behind the announce table!
Prince: The Calvary charges downhill. But, is the battlefield already barren?
SEB calls for Bourbon to tap, locking in the NIGHTFALL with all he’s g-
WHAM! From behind, Schism kicks SEB straight in the calf, dropping him to a knee…
Schism locks in the guillotine!
AND DEATH DROPS SEB ONTO THE MAT!
JC: *krrrrrrrssh*e’re back! We just got our soundboard reconnected!
BG: And just in time to see… THE UNIVERSAL CHAMPION DOWN CENTER OF THE RING!?!
Bobby exhaustedly stays on one knee, coughing up a lung from SEB’s deadly sleeper hold…
Flynn peels himself off the floor outside and rushes to defend the pin…
JC: This one’s not over yet though! SEB’s partner rush back on defense!
Wylde, seeing the worm turn out of their favor, rushes to enter the ring under the bottom rope…
Just as Flynn springs toward to meet her! BASEBALL SLIDE catches Wylde on the face!
Wylde is driven to the outside as Flynn extends his arms out to declare himself safe!
JC: Absolutely insane block by Flynn! The King of the Midcarders truly to the Taurean Prince to Lucy Wylde’s Reggie Miller tonight!
Schism drops to cover the Universal champion! The official drops to count!
Aurora, on the other side of the ring, rushes over the table and under the bottom rope!
JC: One chance left for Team Champions!
1!
She charges forward… But Bourbon, from one knee, blocks her break-up attempt with his body!
2!
AURORA, LIKE A BASE RUNNER GOING FOR HOME TRIES TO DIVE THROUGH BOURBON!
…
She bowls Bourbon over!
…
BUT DOESN’T REACH THE PIN!
THREE!
| WINNERS: BOBBY BOURBON, MARK FLYNN AND SCHISM! THE REVOLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTION! |
The official raises Schism’s arm… but Flynn shoves through to raise his partner’s arm himself… Flynn goes to lift Bourbon as well… But Aurora is currently on top of him!
JC: WOW! What an absolute war! The Champions Team came with a gameplan! They executed it NEAR perfection!
BG: But The Revolution, when the chips were down, when things looked they’re absolute bleakest, found a way to join together, overcome their isolation, and merge into a Team!
Wylde quickly rolls under the bottom rope, clearly looking for some action, to hell with the bell!
But Flynn’s on union-time, so the bell means he’s clocked out, as he leads Schism under the bottom rope up the ramp, with Bobby rolling to the outside to follow them!
JC: Clearly, the Champions squad would love to keep throwing hands… But tonight The Revolution wants to scat while the night is in their favor!
Lucy and Aurora help SEB up to his feet, the three cradle their necks, talking out what just happened…
As Flynn, Bourbon and Schism stand at the top of the ramp, raising each other’s arms, declaring ‘REVOLUTION!’
‘REVOLUTION!’
‘REVOLUTION!’
Before they all take a bow and disappear behind the curtain.
As the music plays over the arena’s sound system, Prince Adeyemi rises from the commentary booth, clapping his hands together slowly, calculated - eyes never leaving the champions. Weary from the fight and in no mood to tolerate such disrespect, the XWF Universal Champion Sebastian Everett-Bryce walks over to the ropes and yells out at Adeyemi, jabbing a finger in his direction before beckoning him to get in the ring.
JC: The proud heart of our champion isn’t letting him take this display sitting down.
BG: Maybe his momma shoulda told him “stupid is as stupid does” — they got that movie over in England, Jacko?
JC: Yes, Brody. They have running water and electricity, too.
Adeyemi pauses before removing his commentary headset, a fiendish smile crossing his face.
Adeyemi: Ain’t you looking mighty… Complacent, Champ.
SEB: Feel free to test that hypothesis at your earliest convenience, your highness.
And then Adeyemi makes his way over, rolling into the ring and standing up to get face-to-face with the Champion. In a corner of the ring, Lucy Wylde and Aurora pull themselves up from the grueling match and approach the conflict, looking to deescalate.
BG: There ya go, Champ, some folks with brains! Listen to them and hightail it before you get another whoopin’!
Adeyemi shoots them a glare, eyes flickering from SEB to them and then to their belts.
Adeyemi: Oh I ain’t forgotten about you two either.
The Stars of Combat step up to him to, lifting the belts they’d won off him and Ned up to the Prince’s face - three of XWF’s top champs encircle Isaiah.
Adeyemi: Yeah, three on one isn’t really your strong suit-
“The Death of Peace of Mind” by Bad Omens hits the speakers as the lights drop low.
BAD OMENS - THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND (Official Music Video)
As the sigil of VLI flashes across the jumbotron, all four people in the ring turn towards the stage, their faces various masks of emotion: amusement from Adeyemi, steeled seriousness from Lucy Wylde, snarling intensity from SEB, and quiet unease from Aurora. A man walks from behind the curtain, clad in black with a white Thalia mask over his face. From separate positions in the audience, three more figures in black with white Thalia and Melpomene masks rise and begin to slink towards the barricades like a pack of circling vultures.
JC: Looks like everyone is liking the numbers game today.
BG: That Bacchus kid’s actions earlier make a helluva lot more sense now, and he’s brought the cavalry with him. I toldja they should’ve gotten out while the gettin’ was good!
The four wrestlers in the ring look out around at the arena and up the ramp, readying themselves as the four members of VLI advance. At the foot of the ramp, Bacchus removes his mask and tosses it aside, and after the other three hop the barricade, they discard their masks to reveal David Doe, Teddy Goodson, and Grace Leary. Inside the ring, SEB yells out to the other three to rally.
SEB: With me - keep it tight, keep it close. There’s more than enough of us to take them on. I’ll take point, guard my flank and rear!
VLI use the stairs and ring posts to ascend to the apron, cautious to not leave any of themselves vulnerable — besides David who simply leaps up. Once through the ropes, they congregate together with Bacchus, standing side-by-side with him as the lights raise and the music fades out. SEB doesn’t shy away, even has he still breathes heavily from the match and sweat pours down his brow.
SEB: Four of you, four of us, John! They’re odds I’m happy to live with.
He looks between Aurora, Lucy, and Adeyemi — Bacchus does the same before his eyes rest on the Prince. Then slowly… Adeyemi steps out from the line, and faces SEB.
JC: Oh, come on…
BG: That’s one way to flip the numbers game on it’s head, genius!
Adeyemi: I ain’t one of your pandering little sycophants, SEB… You don’t tell me what to do.
SEB regards him with a mixture of disgust and disappointment.
SEB: I should have known better - we’ll come back to this, Princling. I promise.
Bacchus looks past Adeyemi and turns to the Stars of Combat.
Jonathan Bacchus: This doesn’t concern you. You’re free to leave.
Lucy and Aurora exchange looks, but neither hesitates — they turn to VLI and put up their guards to the roar of the crowd!
JC: They aren’t budging! They won’t leave SEB out here alone! This group is united!
Bacchus stares the two down, raising a hand.
Jonathan Bacchus: Very well. No quarter-
Adeyemi: And you! I know you’ve huntin’ lil’ ol’ SEB too… But to do it right in front of me…
Adeyemi takes a deep breath, head rocking as if he’s struggling with something. Bacchus cants his head for a moment before giving a scoff, turning back to the other three and snapping his fingers.
As he does - Chaos ensues.
Isaiah drops to the mat, rolling out of the ring, face warped in frustration just in time for both factions to engage! Lucy and David — Aurora and Goodson! SEB immediately uses his superior size and strength to rush Bacchus, knocking the adversary back, his teeth gritted in sheer determination as he attempts to barrel through him.
Aurora takes advantage of Goodson’s weak striking game to bring the fight to him, and Lucy uses her nimbleness to avoid the powerful but wild strikes thrown by Doe!
JC: Even after a gruelling match, the XWF Universal Champion and Tag Team Champions have a lot in the tank! And they’re bringing the fight to VLI!
Lucy is able to matador David into a corner, springboarding herself off the middle rope to deliver a kick to his head! Aurora pummels Teddy backwards, swinging with everything she has left! Isaiah paces on the outside of the ring, eyeing each battle. SEB with only eyes for Bacchus and sensing his adversary is on the defense, reaches forward to grab him by one of the lapels of his coat…
And SEB almost immediately recoils away, holding his hand which has begun to bleed from a gash on his palm. The Insurgent grins wickedly.
JC: Bacchus has something sewn into his collar! And SEB just grabbed it at his own expense!
The champion throws a haymaker, but Bacchus ducks it, steps to the side, and kicks SEB’s knee out from under him. In the other corner, Grace Leary lunges at Aurora with a chop block, bringing her down and giving Goodson a chance to recover. As Lucy attempts to mount the turnbuckle to rain punches down on Doe, he explodes forward with a violent shove, sending her crashing to the ground.
BG: And now the dominoes begin to fall.
Goodson catches Aurora by the wrist, stepping through and whipping her over his shoulder in a throw to the mat before applying a hammerlock. Lucy rolls to her feet but finds herself flanked between Leary and Doe. She charges at Leary with a forearm clean to her jaw, but Doe grabs her from behind and whips her across with the ring with an almost inhuman release German Suplex! As she hits the ground, Leary charges forward with a baseball slide to drive her out of the ring and to the floor. Bacchus pelts SEB with kicks to the chest and back before the Champion manages to trap one of his legs, but the Insurgent simply snaps up with an Enziguri to lay him out. The mugging continues.
JC: Somebody do something! How is Adeyemi just going to watch?
BG: Someone’s doing something alright.
Adeyemi still outside of the ring, shifts his gaze methodically from each battle… Before settling on belts the champs have left on the mat. Hunger spreads across his features.
Doe and Leary drag SEB out into the middle of the ring, holding each of his arms out. Bacchus removes his coat and sets it aside before crossing over to face the XWF Universal Champion, forced to his knees before the Insurgent. Bacchus levels two fingers pointed like a gun to SEB’s head.
Jonathan Bacchus: Deny. Defend. Depose.
Then he takes off at the ropes, rebounds, and blasts SEB in the head with a single leg dropkick.
JC: EMPIRE KICK! JONATHAN BACCHUS HAS LAID THE CHAMPION OUT WITH THE VERY MOVE WHICH HAS KEPT THAT TITLE IN HIS HANDS!
The boos rain down loud and heavy from the audience as Lucy screams out towards his fallen partner while sliding back into the ring. She pulls herself up weakly, attempting to will herself forward to defend him, but the three members of VLI are on her like jackals, raining down blows and boots. Aurora attempts to pull herself forward, but Goodson tightens the hammerlock, causing her to yell in pain.
JC: I don’t even want to watch this anymore…
David wrenches Lucy up from her legs, and Leary leaps up into the air to grip her face! THE TERROR!
BG: TWO DOWN!
Finally, Goodson drags Aurora forward before Bacchus, he looks down at her with pity. She stares back at him with contempt.
Jonathan Bacchus: Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River Road. It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead. The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights; under the hood purred the steady engine. I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red; around our group I could hear the wilderness listen. Beside that mountain road, I hesitated.
Doe, Goodson, and Leary pull her to her feet. She remains defiant, her gaze cold and unafraid. Bacchus’s gaze is somber.
Jonathan Bacchus: I thought hard for us all. My only swerving.
T̸̡̢̩͓̬͍̺͉͈̟̣̝̯̣͎̔̂̅̈̓̒̾̚ ̸͉̚h̵̨̛̛̟͈͕̮̼̗̦̅̄̿̍͂͒̒̈́̆͝ ̴̨̧̛̩̫̀̽͗̎̕͜ē̶̢͇͙͆̈͐̊̾̄̍̊ ̵̢̧͚̥̗̳͙̫̭̔͋̓͑̏̆̃̎̒̓͋̈͑̅̂̚͝ͅW̵̜̺̰̤̜͎͕͚͎̟͙͋͋̒̀̄̈̈́͌̂͗͛̇̀͜͝ ̵̢̨͈͙͇͇͉͖̹̭̲̮̩͐̑̈́̃̓́̈͋͒̀͘̚̕͝͠͠ǫ̶̧̛̭̱͙̪͓̖͋̿͊̓̉͋̀̂͊̃͒͘ ̸̡̧̳̦̘̗͔̲̗̪̖̯͊̄̅̅́͜͝͝ŗ̶͈̲͖̹̼̘̙̹̮̣͂̏̀̌̎̊͛͂́͜ͅͅ ̵̛͈͓̤͂̈́̒͛̆̎̿͝ĺ̶̟͖̫̖̫̮̘̟͕͆ͅ ̸̫͕͖̝̖͊̓́̀̈́̿́̍̊͂̉̉̕̚̚͝d̴̠̖̖̜͓̥̰́̒̓̑̄̍́̏̑̅̇̾͝
JC: What the hell was that move?!?
BG: I’ve never seen anything like that!
Teddy Goodson and David Doe release Aurora, letting her slump to the mat. They regard the XWF Tag Team Championships, laying discarded upon the ground, and reach for them. As they hold the belts high above their heads, and their foes - And it’s at this moment that Prince Adeyemi leaves the corner, his eyes now on his prey. Snatching up the belt, Isaiah turns to face Bacchus - devilish smile on his face.
The Prince dangles the XWF Universal Championship before The Insurgent.
Prince Adeyemi: Looking for something?
With silent seething, Jonathan Bacchus grabs the other strap of the belt, pulling it taut between them. He glares at Prince… before the glare twists into a wicked Cheshire Cat smile, Adeyemi returning with an even deeper grin.
BG: Well if that ain’t making intentions clear, I don’t know what is.
JC: VLI have sent a message tonight — Prince Adeyemi and Jonathan Bacchus have both made their plays. We’re just over one month from Snow Holds Barred, and our show is looking to be an all-out battle to give even the War Games a run for its money.
The show concludes with a tableaux: David Doe and Teddy Goodson holding the XWF Tag Team Championships aloft over the fallen forms of Aurora and Lucy Wylde, Grace Leary watching on approvingly, and Jonathan Bacchus and Adeyemi staring each other down, belt hanging between them and over the body of the Universal Champion.
And it’s at this moment, Adeyemi leaves the corner, his eyes now on the discarded XWF Universal Championship. He approaches it slowly, and reaches.
…And immediately feels resistance on the other side. Looking forward, he sees Jonathan Bacchus has grabbed the other strap of the belt at the same time. The two hold the belt taunt between them in an almost tug-of-war.
Warfare fades out.
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