JC: The air is electric here in Houston, Texas! Every seat that can be occupied at the NRG Stadium is full, Brody! We’re in for an incredible opening night of Relentless!
BG: That we agree on, Jacko! Tonight could be a Pay-Per-View all by itself! We’ll see two XWF LEGENDS share the ring in the OPENING MATCH! The X-Treme Green Machine, Barney Green vs The Star of The Thaddeus Duke Show, Thaddeus Duke himself!
JC: Then, we’ve got two up-and-coming XWF stars both making their Relentless debut! Dimitri Darko and Adam Garcia! Two BULLS looking to GORE someone tonight!
BG: Then! THREE STRAIGHT TITE MATCHES! Matthias Syn defends his Revolution Title against former friends turned bitter rivals, Summer Page and Marisol Vilaro!
JC: Then! X-Treme champion, Misty Waters, two wins away from attaining her first ever 24/7 briefcase.. takes on former universal champion, Prince Adeyemi!
BG: And finally, the Night 1 Main Event! They drew earlier this month! Now, they have thirty minutes to fight in an Ironman match! It’s Jason Cashe defending his Television Title against his greatest challenge to date! Two-time Television champion, Dionysus!
JC: I’m so excited, let’s shut up so the show can start already!
The arena lights dim and white lights pointed at the Hell in a Cell strobe as the massive cage lowers in Houston to a pop from the Universe.
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the opening contest for Relentless is a Hell in a Cell match set for one fall!
JC: What brutality awaits tonight, Brody!?
BG: Two men that love a good fight are about to kick off the 25th anniversary spectacular of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation!
JC: The cage, fully encompassing ringside! She stands 16 feet high and weighs nearly 10,000 pounds!
BG: What a way to start this 3 night extravaganza!
RA: Introducing first! From New York City weighing 221 pounds… the Lionhearrrt Thadddeussss DUUUUKE!
Houston comes alive as the ‘Sirius’ intro for Thad Duke begins.
JC: Not in action since Leap of Faith in a resounding victory over Micheal Graves!
BG: Unless you count his absolute thrashing of Latoya Hixx over in AAW!
JC: I don’t.
‘My Name Is Human’ transition begins and the ruckus Houston crowd awaits the phenomenal young buck. All eyes are trained on the entrance way as the man appears and the crowd loses their shit.
BG: I can never remember why they love him so much.
JC: Watch this match and you’ll remember, Brody!
Thad makes his way to the ring and greets fans near ringside before entering the cell and climbing the steps. Stepping onto the apron, he pauses, as is his custom, before throwing up the I love you hand gesture and entering the ring. Removing his ring jacket, Thad pumps himself up by running the ropes.
RA: His opponent!
JC: Given top billing tonight, a deserving show of respect from Thaddeus Duke and the XWF for a regining professional wrestling world champion!
BG: Barney Green, whatever you think of his skill set, is a dangerous competitor and underestimating him would be a complete mistake!
RA: From Boston, Massachusetts weighing 247 pounds… he IS the CU:LT New World champion! The Daddy of Violence… BBBBARNEYYY GRRRREEEEN!!
The arena goes dark as we hear "My Name Is Mud" by Primus start playing. We see this hooded figure standing on the stage as the lights come back on and he slowly removes hood and its Barney Green. The fans start cheering at first until he removes the jacket and we see a CULT T-shirt underneath it and the CULT New World Championship. The crowd starts booing him as he cracks open a can of White Claw and takes a swig from it. He spits it right out at the audience as he starts walking down to the ring. He throws the empty can into the audience. He enters the ring and flips off the fans as the music fades.
JC: CU:LT New World Heavyweight Champion Barney Green! He's set and ready tonight to go one on one with arguably one of the greatest names of all time to kick off the 25th anniversary of the XWF and the show of shows tonight at Relentless here in Houston!
BG: It’s Green! It’s Duke! It’s NOW!
Thaddeus Duke
- vs -
Barney Green Hell In A Cell
The bell rings and Green looks big, fierce, intimidating. Duke looks ready for it wearing a smile on his face. The two men exit their respective corners and lock horns. With Green the stronger of the two and Duke, obviously the quicker, Thad goes behind and traps his larger foe in a waistlock. Green tries to pry Thad’s relentless grip but to no avail. Green attempts a back elbow to break free, but Thad is smart enough to tuck his chin into the middle of Barney Green's back.
With no other obvious option, Green uses his larger size to his advantage and begins to backpedal, forcing Thad back into the corner.
JC: Point for the New World Champion here right out of the gate!
BG: As experienced as Thad is, he still makes dumb mistakes. Now he's got a man that outweighs him by at least a hundred pounds trapping him in the corner.
Green swings his hips forward, before slamming his backside into Thad. Green steps away, turns, and lands a hard overhand slap to Thad’s bare chest. Duke grimaces as Green steps aside. Thad steps away from the corner, but the larger, more powerful Barney Green palms his chest and forcefully thrusts him back into the corner before hitting another overhand chop.
Thad’s face turns nearly as red as his chest as he stumbles out of the corner and drops to one knee.
BG: Folks might forget, this man Thaddeus Duke has a permanent chest injury due to a bullet!
JC: Which Barney Green will no doubt try and exploit here tonight!
Green leans down and grabs Duke by his hair to lift him back up. He then backs him into the ropes to shoot him across. Thad bounces off the ropes and ducks a lariat on the rebound. Off the far side, Green is a little slow in turning around and eats a beautiful, crisp and clean drop kick to the chin. The dropkick staggers the big man back toward the ropes as Thad quickly gathers to his feet. Thad shoots across toward Green and nails him with a lariat of his own, but the big man doesn’t flip over the ropes. Thad backs off and shoots himself across again, but Green was ready for him, and lifts him high over the top.
With his catlike agility, Thad lands on his feet on the floor, but unfortunately for Green, his lean back sees his arms tied up in the ropes.
JC: Ohhhh he’s trapped!
BG: This is not where you wanna be in an environment like this one!
Duke peels back the apron and pulls out a trusty ol’ weapon known as a kendo stick. From the floor he swings repeatedly, nailing Green in the top and back of his head before Green finally frees himself and staggers away from the ropes before hitting a knee. Thad rolls into the ring with the kendo still in his possession. Wisely, he lays the stick down between Green’s legs. As soon as Green goes to pick it up, Thad lifts and Green inadvertently helps Duke to give him a kendo stick assisted low blow!
Green yelps out in pain as he falls and writhes on the mat. Thaddeus Duke however, maintains possession of the dreadfully painful weapon. Green knows he’s in dire straits early and wills himself through his agony and back to his feet. He turns to find Thad but Thad delivers a kick to the midsection that doubles Green over instantly. Standing on Green’s left side, Green goes to take a swipe, but Thad uses his agility again to side flip from Green’s left to his right and land on his feet before using the kendo stick in an assist with his Russian legsweep that takes Barney back to the mat.
JC: Quick coverrr twoooo and…
BG: The Daddy of Violence kicks out!
JC: Thad Duke, in clear control of this matchup here on Night One of Relentless!
Thad pops back to his feet much to the delight of the capacity crowd at NRG Stadium. Wasting little time, the Lionheart exits to the apron before scaling the ropes. He perches himself, measuring Green. Green slowly gets back to his feet and just as he turns around, Thad leaps off the top and lands a nice cross body block to take Green back to the mat.
Green, though, to the surprise of many, rolls through the landing and back to his feet, still clutching Thaddeus Duke. Green lifts, leaps, and slams Thad to the mat with a thunderous front powerslam.
JC: And just like that, momentum has changed hands as the Daddy of Violence grounds the flighty Lionheart!
BG: Barney Green is back in business here at Relentless!
JC: Just like he did at Warfare several weeks back, Barney Green isn’t quite done!
Green gets back to his feet and runs toward the ropes. On the rebound, he pulls up near Thad, leaps and brings the full weight of his body crashing down on his smaller opponent. Green hurries back to his feet, runs, bounces, pulls up, leaps, crashes, gets up, runs, bounces, pulls up, leaps, crashes and hooks the leg.
JC: One! TWoooooo and…
BG: The veteran of four wars kicks out!
JC: Momentum is definitely behind Barney Green right now! But you gotta wonder how much he can take!
BG: He’s a resilient man, I’ll give him that. But there’s no chance that young man is in in-ring shape.
JC: I’m inclined to agree!
BG: Barney been doin’ this a long damn time, Jacuinde! This isn’t his first rodeo. It’s not even his first war with Thad Duke! He knows he’s gotta keep him grounded!
Green gets back to his feet and grabs himself a handful of the Lion’s Mane. Pulling Thad to his feet, he tosses him toward the ropes. Thad tries a reversal, but Green telegraphs it almost instantly and pulls Thad back toward him before lifting him up, spinning and slamming him down to the mat with a Boss Man Slam and hooks the leg.
JC: Cover twooooo and…
BG: Still the little bastard kicks out!
JC: He’s not that little ya know?
BG: Maybe not, but he is compared to Barney Green.
Green is back to his feet again and once more grabs the hair and pulls Thad to his feet. He forces Duke against the ropes and shoots him to the far side. On the rebound though, Thad hangs onto the top rope for dear life to halt his own momentum. Green, though, sees it quickly and steamrolls forward, nailing Duke with a lariat that sends the Lionheart up and over the top rope and down to the floor.
Duke lays face down on the floor at ringside as Green turns to the crowd to an initial cheer that turns to a chorus of boos for the Daddy of Violence.
BG: You gotta stay on him, big man!
JC: He knows he does! You can’t let that young man catch his breath because he can turn the momentum around in a hurry!
BG: There ya go!
Green returns his attention to the Lionheart. Thad is starting to get to his feet and just as he’s upright, Barney Green leans over the top and grabs Duke by his hair and starts to force him back to the apron. Unbeknownst to Barney Green and everyone else, Thad brought something with him as he slams a fire extinguisher right into Barney Greens face. Green staggers backward a step and Thad pulls the pin, expelling the white cloud of dust into the face of the Daddy of Violence.
Blinded, Green staggers backward again as Thad hops up to the apron. Duke looks to lean into the ring, but Green suddenly bolts forward and uses the top rope as a catapult to launch Thad back off the apron and careening back first into the cage wall. Duke crumples into a heap back on the floor.
JC: Blinded but still dishes out punishment!
BG: That’s a deathmatch veteran right there, Jacuinde! Barney Green knew his environment and he’s studied Thaddeus Duke’s tendencies. That’s what allowed him to keep on goin’!
On the floor, Thad is on his hands and knees. Back in the ring, Barney Green uses his CU:LT t-shirt to wipe the sting and the white residue from his eyes before heading to the outside after Thad. With both men on the floor, Thad crawls away from his opponent as Green stalks him like prey. Not wanting him to get away or somehow grab the upper hand, Green is wise to step with considerable weight on Thad’s right ankle to trap him in place. Duke yelps in pain at the awkward twist of his ankle. Green leaps and lands on the floor, delivering a massive elbow drop to the small of Duke’s back.
Green gets back to his feet and pulls Thad to his. The Daddy of Violence drives Thad back first into the ring apron before grabbing him by the hair and sending him head and face first into the cage wall. Thad, naturally, bounces off and hits the floor.
JC: Barney Green! Showing the world tonight what he’s made of as he continues to beat the hell out of Thaddeus Duke!
Lifting Thad up off the floor, Green slams the Lionheart into the cage door. Barney backs off momentarily as Thad remains perched against the door. Green vaults himself forward and leans down to spear Duke. Thad though, at the last second sidesteps the spear and Green goes crashing head first through the cell door and finds himself outside the unfriendly confines.
JC: A miscalculation from the CU:LT New World Champion!
BG: And now Thaddeus Duke has a shot to swing the momentum!
Taking a few moments to gather himself and catch his breath, Thaddeus Duke exits the cell as he stalks Barney Green. With the Daddy of Violence on his hands and knees in the aisle way, Thad makes his way to a ringside fan, shoves them off their chair and brings it into the fray. Wasting no time, he folds it up and swings it down across Green’s back. Green arches in pain and rolls away back to his hands and knees and again, Thad brings that steel chair down across the back of Barney Green. Green tries to get away again and stumbles and staggers to his feet but turns around right into a chair shot right across the front top of his skull that busts him open immediately.
Green falls flat on his back then rolls to his stomach with one arm hidden beneath the fan barricade. Tossing the chair aside, Thad grabs a cord from one of the nearby cameras, leans against Barney Green’s back and wraps the cord around his neck!
JC: The Lionheart! Choking the life from the daddy of Violence as the momentum here has shifted yet again!
BG: Green got too cocky with that spear! As environmentally sound as Green is, Thaddeus Duke is too!
Thad reaches down and grabs Green to pull him up. Just as Green gets vertical, he surprises Thad with a mean shot from a bottle of Jack Daniels.
JC: Ooooo GOD!
BG: Christ that’s gonna leave a mark!
JC: Barney Green has just busted open Thaddeus Duke with a bottle of Jack Daniels!
BG: And that’s a lot of blood!
Thad lays sprawled out on the floor with blood leaking from the front left side of his head. Green backs off for a moment as EMT’s rush the scene. Green initially looks as if he’s headed back inside the cell, but quickly changes course and starts leveling the EMT’s trying to work on Duke.
JC: Barney Green is a man on a mission tonight!
BG: One by one, he’s taken out all of these medics!
With the carnage completed, Green yells at Thad to “get up!” The Daddy of Violence then turns back toward the cell. Rather than returning inside, the big man begins a long slow climb toward the top of the cell.
JC: Folks, do not try this at home!
BG: Jacuinde!?
JC: …?
BG: Who the hell has a big ass cage like this at home!?
With Green roughly halfway up the cage, Thaddeus Duke finally begins to stir. Green continues to climb as Thad finds the willpower to fight through everything and start to get back to his feet. As Green reaches the top of the cage and climbs over the edge, Thad has reached his hands and knees before finally making it back to a vertical base.
Momentarily looking around, the bloodied and battered Lionheart finds Green up top. To a massive pop, Duke heads for the cage wall and starts to climb. Being lighter and very resilient, Thad’s climb toward the top is a bit quicker than Barney Green’s. The climb itself, however, takes a lot out of the former XWF Everything champion.
JC: These two warriors, toe to toe now, sixteen maybe twenty feet off the ground!
BG: It’s not a first, but it sure as hell is worrisome every damn time!
The two battle tested fighters exchange vicious right hands. One, then the other, then back and forth they go until finally, Barney Green floors (sort of) the Lionheart. Not one to stay down long, Thad, perhaps unwisely, gets back to his feet on the top of the cage. Green hits him with a hard right to his bloodied head and Thad very nearly teeters off the edge of the cage before he quickly finds his bearings and grabs a hold of Green’s shirt to save his own ass.
Green though, uses Thad’s position to his advantage and yanks Thad toward him before lifting him up and slamming him down against the roof of the cell. Below them, the metal ties securing the fencing to the support structure begin to give way.
JC: Both of these men are in great peril!
BG: Those damn fencing ties are breaking left and right! If they don’t put a stop to this and get off the top, fate might do it for them!
Lifting Thad up, Green goes for a vertical suplex, but Thad blocks, reverses, and takes Green down with a snap suplex. More ties give way as the official in the ring below pleads with them both to get off the cage. Thad gets back to his feet and delivers a quick snap legdrop to Green. Forgetting where he is for just a second, the Lionheart goes for the cover but never receives a count.
Realizing his gaffe, Thad is back to his feet. Losing blood and energy quickly, he lifts Barney to his feet. Thad goes for a piledriver, but Green reverses, sending Duke up, over and down to the roof with a back body drop. Still, the ties continue to give way.
Green works back to his feet and he lifts Thad to his. Green lifts him up, spins him around, and plants him on the roof surface with a powerbomb that very nearly caused the roof panel to collapse, causing concern and a bit of panic from the Houston chapter of the XWF Universe.
Green, not done punishing his adversary, lifts Thad off the roof and then off of his feet before front powerslamming him into the roof surface. At long last, the greatest fears are realized as the roof panel caves in just in front of Barney Green. Green is just barely safe from falling through, but Thaddeus Duke isn’t as lucky.
JC: Holy…
BG: SHIT!
JC: I can not believe what I’m seeing!
The stunned reaction stems from Thaddeus Duke breaking his own fall by grabbing the roof support on his way through the gaping hole. The Lionheart hangs from the top of the roof with one hand. Barney Green, now back to his feet, looks down with his one good eye. Green emits a quick smile before he hits his knees and starts punching Thad in his hand trying to get him to lose his grip and fall to the ring below.
Thad dangles perilously close to losing his grip. Once he does, he quickly switches hands. Hanging now by the other hand, Barney appears as if he’ll attack that hand but Thad clocks him one good time right in his temple that halts Green’s assault. It takes a few moments and a great amount of core strength, but somehow, Thad works his way up through the hole in the roof and back to the top of the cage.
JC: That was incredible!
BG: That’s… what she said!
Green shakes the cobwebs and grabs Thad by his throat just as both men get to their feet. Fearing Barney sending him down through the hole the hard way, Thad drives a thumb to the good eye of Barney Green. Barney backs off a few steps and Thad pounces…
JC: Heat Seeker from Duke!
BG: Green with the telegraph!
Green ducks the superkick purely out of instinct as his blurred vision begins to clear. Both men turn toward each other and Barney leaps…
JC: Green Awakening! From the top!
BG: NO!
JC: Duke shoves him away!
Green very nearly falls through the hole but halts his own momentum. After teetering for just a moment, Green regains his balance and spins…
SMACK!
JC: HEAT SEEKER!
Green stands perfectly motionless for a moment after the kick connects, then he falls back first through the hole in the cell and crashes extremely hard to the ring below. Thad peers over the edge, with concern on his face. Green lays flat on his back, barely conscious if even conscious at all. His chest furiously heaves up and down as his lungs try desperately to catch the air that was most certainly knocked out of him.
JC: Climb down from there Thaddeus! Take your victory!
BG: I mean, it might be a long shot…
Thad slowly backs away from the hole as he has second thoughts.
BG: …but the longer he waits, the less likely it is that that kick will actually end this match!
Beaten, battered, bloodied and no doubt bruised in places he didn’t know could bruise, Thad vaults himself forward and leaps over the hole, spins, and falls through…
BG: MY GOD!
JC: Mother Of All Bombs from the top of the cell to the ring!
Thad lands on top of Barney Green after the shooting star press with a sickening crash. The impact is so great that it catapults Thad across the ring and off of Green. Thad lands awkwardly but rolls to his knees while clutching his ribs.
JC: Incredibly risky!
BG: Incredibly stupid!
JC: But these fans are on their feet!
Clutching his ribs, Thad crawls with one arm and both knees across the ring and collapses on top of Barney.
1!
2!
3!!!!
WINNER - Thaddeus Duke
The bell rings and ‘My Name Is Human’ blasts over the NRG Stadium sound system.
JC: The Lionheart punches his ticket to the pay window tonight at Relentless!
BG: Barney Green came back tonight specifically for this match and I think he gave Thad and these fans their movies worth tonight!
Thad struggles to his feet as the cell is raised from the ring. Utterly exhausted, Duke uses the referee to aid himself back to his feet. As he does, another ringside official is entering to give the barely conscious Barney Green back his CU:LT New World championship. Bloodied Thad grabs the New World title and shoves the official away.
[wihte]JC: He said he’d do it if he won and here he is following through!
BG: This is the most likable thing he’s ever done![/white]
Thad throws his arm up in victory beside his fallen opponent and holds CU:LT wrestlings world title high in the air on XWF programming. Coming to now, below Thad on the mat is Barney Green reaching and flailing toward his title as he starts to regain his bearings. Looking down, Thad smiles and shakes his head before kneeling down beside Barney Green and cradles his head in his arm. After a few inaudible words, Thad helps Green to his feet and places the New World championship on Green’s shoulder. The two men engage in a quick, respectful embrace to great appreciation from the capacity crowd.
JC: Some great sportsmanship right there!
BG: And all that goodwill he just earned by posing with that title, he just threw right out the god damned window!
As the lights in the arena dim, the atmosphere shifts from electric anticipation to palpable tension. The audience's collective breath hitches, and a hush falls over the crowd as the opening notes of "Make It Rain" by Ed Sheeran begin to pulse through the sound system. The deep, resonant beats create a rhythm that reverberates through the floor and up into the very souls of the spectators, setting the stage for a grand entrance.
A thick fog rolls over the entrance ramp, curling and twisting like wisps of smoke. The fog machine's mist blends with the pulsating lights, creating an eerie, atmospheric effect that dances along with the beat of the music. The arena’s lights flicker sporadically, flashing in sync with the heavy bass, adding a sense of urgency and excitement to the moment.
As the beat drops and the music intensifies, a spotlight focuses on the entrance curtain. Through the haze, the figure of Dmitri Drako emerges, his imposing silhouette cutting a dramatic contrast against the swirling mist. He steps into the light, revealing his full, commanding presence. Dmitri is clad in a striking outfit designed to evoke both power and mystique.
He wears a custom-made, deep crimson leather trench coat with intricate silver embroidery that runs along the collar and down the sleeves. The coat’s high collar is turned up, framing his chiseled face and accentuating his intense, steely gaze. Beneath the coat, Dmitri sports black wrestling trunks featuring bold red accents displayed on the side.
His boots are knee-high and polished, made of rugged black leather with silver buckles, exuding both strength and style. Around his wrists are thick, silver-spiked wristbands that catch the light with every movement, adding to his menacing aura. His hair is styled in a sharp, controlled manner, and his eyes glint with a combination of determination and defiance.
As Dmitri makes his way down the ramp, he exudes an air of unshakable confidence. His strides are purposeful and powerful, each step echoing his determination to dominate. The crowd's cheers and jeers create a cacophony of sound that Dmitri appears to absorb, his expression impassive yet intensely focused.
Halfway down the ramp, Dmitri pauses, and the lights in the arena dim once more. The fog thickens, and the music's volume drops, leaving only the sound of a distant, echoing heartbeat. Dmitri raises his arms high, and a series of bright, synchronized pyrotechnic bursts erupt from the stage behind him, showering the area with a dazzling display of sparks. The pyrotechnics are timed perfectly with the explosive beats of the song, creating a visual crescendo that captivates the audience.
With the final burst of flames, the arena’s lights return to full intensity, and Dmitri resumes his march to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope with fluid precision, rising to his feet with a powerful, authoritative stance. As he stands in the center of the ring, the lights focus on him, casting an imposing shadow that stretches across the canvas. Dmitri’s eyes scans the crowd, a silent challenge to any who dare to face him. His presence radiates dominance, and the audience responds with a mixture of awe and apprehension.
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.
BG: Well, that was a helluva entrance. New guy knows how to make an impact, gotta give him that.
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: And his opponent! Adam Garcia hasn’t quite had the level of success he desires, but tonight he has the opportunity to turn that around on the biggest stage of all.
BG: He’s got quite an uphill battle though. His opponent is a nasty bastard straight from the wilds of Siberia!
Dimitri Dark
- vs -
Adam Garcia Standard Singles
1rp/4k
The bell rings signaling the beginning of the match between these two young stallions! Garcia and Drako immediately lock up, with Drako getting something of an advantage and pulling Garcia into a nasty looking shoulder thrust, followed by a hip toss takedown. Garcia’s not on his ass long though, rolling deftly to his feet just in time to meet another lock up from Drako. But Garcia’s ready this time, hitting the quick standing switch, followed by an arm bar. But Drako is near the ropes and he wraps the free arm around the top, signalling a hold break.
BG: Drako coming face to face with the technician’s repertoire here.
JC: Let’s see if Garcia can keep this rolling.
Garcia lets go reluctantly and Drako senses it, so he unloads with a nasty closed right fist. Garcia is stunned and fires back with a chop. They go back and forth like this for a hot minute before Drako earns the advantage again. He powerfully irish whips Garcia into the ropes before nailing him with a shoulder tackle when he bounces out. Darko then fails to hesitate to lock in his version of the Texas Clover Leaf, the Vodyanoy! But Garcia had it scouted and kicks Drako off of him in time to scramble to his feet. But Drako is consistent! He boots Garcia in the gut, lifts him up and drills him with an over head belly to belly! Garcia hits hard and Drako gets on him for the cover.
1….NO! Garcia kicks out fast!
Drako, looking nonplussed, grabs Garcia up by his head and then flattens him with a stiff lariat. He picks up Garcia once more….but Garcia surprises him with a small package pin!
1…
2….NOPE! Drako kicks out!
JC: A veteran move right there with that small package out of nowhere! He almost had him.
BG: Drako can’t be liking that at all!
Drako, looking somewhat humiliated now, gets to his feet and starts pressing the boots to Garcia. Garcia gets out of dodge by rolling under the bottom rope, then takes his time walking around the ring as the ref counts him out. Garcia abruptly slides under the bottom rope at 8 and Drako is ready. He hits Garcia with a double axe handle as Garcia tries to get up, and then gut wrenches Garcia to his feet and nails him with a sit out powerbomb! Drako covers again.
1….
2….NO! Another kickout for Garcia.
And this time, Garcia surprises Drako by raking Drako’s eyes! This draws a mixed response from the crowd.
BG: Another veteran move, but this time a dirty one. Haha!
At any rate, Garcia uses the distraction to get vertical. He irish whips Drako into the ropes and tags him with a big time dropkick to the face on the rebound. Garcia then puts the boots to Drako, working him over until he slaps him in a sharpshooter! The ref gets level with Drako, asking him if he wants to quit, but Drako refuses. Instead, he pulls himself closer and closer to the ropes, finally breaking the hold. But instead of releasing the hold, Garcia just pulls him back into the center of the ring and locks in an STF instead! The ref calls Garcia in the move, but Garcia won’t break the hold! So instead, hitting survival mode, Drako sinks his teeth into Garcia’s arm!
JC: Oh! He’s biting him! He’s biting him!
BG: Goddamn this Drako is a savage!
Garcia cries out in pain as blood is drawn! He releases the hold, allowing Drako a reprieve as Garcia goes to the corner to inspect his wound. Drako rises to his feet and advances on Garcia. Drako goes for another lock up but Garcia pokes him in the eye! Drako reels back, holding his face. Garcia wastes no time tossing Drako in the corner, where he races at him and clocks him with an Estampida (Helluva Kick)! Drako falls face first out of the corner and Garcia rolls him up!
1….
2….
3….NO! Drako kicks out!
JC: Not a whole lot of gas to that kickout though. Might we be seeing Garcia wearing down Drako here?
BG: He better be. Drako’s got cardio out the wazoo, probably best not to let this match go on too long.
But Garcia’s not done. He smashes his forearm down across Drako’s face a few times for good measure before pulling him up to his feet and hitting a half and half suplex! With his opponent planted, Garcia quickly scales to the top rope, signals to the crowd, and then takes flight with a high angle moonsault!
But Drako rolls out of the way just in time! Garcia crashes to the canvas!
BG: OH NO!
JC: Garcia went high rent and it just didn’t pay off!
Drako wastes no time capitalizing, taking hold of Garcia and driving him home with a devastating Death Valley Driver! Drako covers!
1…..
2……
3….NO! Garcia with the slimmest kick out!
Drako slaps the mat in frustration and looks at the ref. The ref confirms it was only a three! So Drako goes on the attack again, hefting Garcia up and delivering ANOTHER Death Valley Driver! He covers again!
1….
2….
3…NO! EVEN CLOSER THIS TIME!
JC: Oh my God Drako with back to back death valley drivers! He’s an animal!
BG: But Garcia can’t even spell “quit”! He just keeps kicking out!
Drako looks mighty pissed! He picks Garcia up again. Garcia goes for a punch, but can’t put much oompf into it. Drako blocks and levels Garcia with his own shot. Drako then walks to the corner, looking deep in thought as to how to finish this. Garcia slowly gets to his feet, using the ring ropes for support. That’s what Drako explodes out of the corner with a big boot! But Garcia bar5ely ducks under it! He reaches back and catches Drako with a reverse neck breaker! Garcia falls on top of Drako and the ref counts it as a pin.
1…
2….
3….NO! Drako kicks out!
Drako sits up beside Garcia and starts laying into him with some brutal fists before his opponent can even get to his feet. Drako gets vertical now and lifts Garcia up. But Garcia swats Drako’s hands away and lights him up with a chop. Drako returns his own chop, chop, chop! He backs Garcia into the corner and irish whips him into the opposite corner. Garcia snaps out of the corner where he’s met with that delayed big boot from Drako that lands right in Garcia’s chest! Garcia goes down hard! Drako then makes a cut throat motion and he picks Garcia up again, this time nailing the BABA YAGA package piledriver!!! Drako covers!
1…..
2…..
3! Drako gets it!
WINNER: DIMITRI DRAKO!
BG: And this one’s in the books folks! Dmitri Drako, the newcomer, scores a dubya.
JC: What a shame, Garcia just couldn’t quite come back from that missed moonsault.
BG: This is Relentless though, and there is no room for error here tonight. The stakes are just too high! Congrats to Drako on his debut win.
We go to the ring where Vilaro is already in the ring, dancing to Shake It Off!
JC: Why didn’t we show Vilaro’s entrance?
BG: Couldn’t afford the rights from Taylor Swift!
S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers while Summer walks down the aisle. Summer gets to the ring side and walks up the ring stairs. Summer looks out at the crowd and raises her arms out to the crowd as the crowd cheers louder. Summer turns her attention to inside the ring where she motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter. Summer walks over to the closest ring corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle.
The opening riff of The hangman's body count by Volbeat starts to play throughout the arena as the lights dim. Several red and purple laser lights envelope the stage as Matthias Syn casually walks through the curtain. As he steps onto the stage, he stops and acknowledges the crowd by stretching both arms forward while touching his balled up fists together. After several seconds he begins to nonchalantly walk down the ramp towards the ring, not allowing the fans to touch him. He 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.
The referee reaches for Syn’s belt… Syn stretches it juuuust out of his reach.. Before cackling and tossing it at his face!
JC: This is a Ladder of Liberty Match! And how is that different than a Ladder match, Brody?
BG: The ladder stands for Liberty, Jacko!
…
…..
JC: Oh, that was your whole answer?… Okay, moving on.
The official hangs the belt over all three competitors!
Immediately, Summer Page and Marisol Vilaró circled each other cautiously.
JC: Page and Vilaró immediately look to pick up their feud right where they left off!
BG: Matthias Syn was right! There’s a title opportunity and these two broads can’t stop thinking about each other!
Syn cackles, delighted for a show, leaning back against the ropes confidently.
The crowd braced for the inevitable clash between the two, but as they drew closer, something unspoken passed between them. Both women suddenly turned toward Matthias Syn!
…Syn looks to the both the women, now stalking his way… His eyes widen!
BG: What?!? They’re working together?!? But, they hate each other?
JC: Page and Vilaro might not be friends anymore, but they seem to have ‘not liking what Syn said about them’ in common!
Caught off guard, Syn barely managed to duck under a double clothesline attempt. He rebounded off the ropes, but Summer Page caught him with a High Knee, staggering the champion.
Syn stumbles backwards against the ropes! Before Syn could recover, Vilaró peels him toward the center of the ring, then tears off a Snap Suplex, sending him crashing to the mat!
The crowd erupted as the two former rivals, now temporary allies, laid into Syn with relentless offense.
JC: It looks likes Syn’s strategy of irritating both his opponents backfired! They have a common enemy tonight!
BG: This is… This is unfair! Syn is being punished for his free speech!
JC: He can say whatever he wants about his opponents, Brody! He’s just gotta deal with the consequences!
Vilaró yanked Syn to his feet and locked in a Spinning Wrist Lock, before securing him into a front facelock! Summer Page grasps Syn on the other side aaaaaaaaaand…
TANDEM DDT, driving Syn’s head into the canvas!!!
JC: Oh my GAWD!
The Revolution champion, working off instincts after that devastating attack… rolled under the ropes to the outside, clutching his head in pain, desperate for a breather.
But Summer and Marisol?
WERE!
NOT!
FINISHED!
They followed him out of the ring, continuing their assault, shoving him into the barricades!
Syn tries to catch his breath against the metal rail… As Page grabs Vilaro by the arm!
BG: Finally! Maybe these two chicks are finally ready to turn on each other!
Page Irish whips Vilaro… STRAIGHT AT SYNN!
Running boot DRIVES SYNN OVER THE RAILING INTO THE FRONT ROW!
JC: Spoke too soon there, Brody! The Page and Marisol show continues!
The women peeled Syn back from the crowd! They both grab the champ by the scruff of his nec, then threw Syn back into the ring!
Vilaró called for the Vilaró Experience. She charged towards Syn, performing her signature handspring, crashing into him with a devastating corner elbow!!!
Syn dizzily spins…
Straight into Summer Page, who nails him with the Spotlight—a vicious running kick to the head!!!
JC: Oh my God! Syn has GOT to be out! If one of these two pins him, we’ll have a new Revolution champion!
BG: But which one? It took both of them to beat down Syn! But only one competitor can win the Revolution title!
Syn was down and out. It looked like the Revolution Championship was about to slip from his grasp. Marisol and Summer locked eyes once again…
And what happened next?
Well, in Houston, they say…
Vilaro’s heart grew three sizes that day.
Vilaro grabs the ladder, sets up just under the Revolution Title…
Then stepped aside, extendeding her hand upwards, offering Page a chance to take the belt!
BG: WHAT?!!?
JC: The ultimate twist! Vilaro wants to be friends again with Summer! And maybe she sees letting her take the Revolution belt as proof..
Summer seems suspicious… But does miss her old friend… Vilaro extends her arm for a handshake of trust…
…Page takes Marisol’s hand… And shakes it!
JC: How do ya like that, Brody?
But behind the handshake…
What’s this?!?
…VILARO’S FINGERS ARE CROSSED!
JC: OH NO!
Page ascends the first step on the ladder…
WHEN VILARO PULLS PAGE INTO A WAIST LOCK!
GERMAN SUPLEX!
BG: I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT COULDN’T LAST!
Summer was laid out on the canvas, shocked at the betrayal. The crowd gasped as Marisol grinned, reveling in her deceit. Vilaro quickly spun toward the ladder, confident that she had the match, and the Revolution Tite, in the bag.
First step!
Third step!
She’s at the tippity-top! Reaching with her fingertips…
…BUT! Before she can unclasp it, Matthias Syn sprang to life. He seized the opportunity, rolling up behind Marisol and kicking her in the side!
Vilaro collapses off the top of the ladder onto her side…
The belt dangles on the clasp!
JC: Vilaro almost had it!
In fact…
Clink… The belt falls off!
…
Right into Syn’s hands, catching it like a popfly!
WINNER AND STILL XWF REVOLUTION CHAMPION: MATTHIAS SYN!
JC: NOOOOOOO!
BG: YESSSSSSSS! THE MATTHIAS SYN REVOLUTION CONTINUES!
The bell rang as the crowd erupted in shock and disbelief. Marisol comes off the ropes arms up, ready to fight! Until she sees the referee pointing up where the belt used to be and realizes what had just happened.
Matthias Syn rolls under the bottom rope, battered and barely standing, grinned wickedly as he snatched his Revolution Title from the timekeeper.
BG: Syn’s done it again! The powers-that-be conspired against him! BUT THE REVOLUTION ROLLS ON FOR MATTHAS SYN!
As Marisol and Summer glared daggers at one another, Syn held his title high, backing up the ramp with a sly smirk.
JC: What a triple-threat match! And one thing is obvious after tonight, Brody!
BG: That’s right?! It’s obvious that Matthias Syn is the GREATEST, MOST REVOLUTIONARY WRESTLER WORKING TODAY!!
JC: …Debatable. But no one can deny this! The war between Summer Page and Marisol Vilaró was far from over.
JC: What a night we’re having Brody, I can barely stay in these seats without squealing, this 25th anniversary is really pulling out all the stops.
BG: You better stay in those seats, they’ve got us paid till midnight - they were expecting some chaos, I’m sure.
JC: And Chaos is what we’re about to get! Next up we’ve got our very own XTREEEEEEEEEEME Championship on the line as Misty Waters defends her belt against the relentless Prince Adeyemi.
BG: Prince, King, Misty, Dolly - All these name changes are giving me a headache, thats what I know. But also did you get that invite to Misty’s funeral?
JC: I did! I was so honored she’d invite me… Even shed a tear. Couldn’t really make it though I had a nail appointment I had to be in prep for the three day extravaganza!
BG: I was there Jacuinda! I saw her rise from her grave! My EYES have seen the coming of Misty Waters and I AM BLESSED! Her divine person is going to be live, right here, to OBLITERATE that pompous glory-hungry punk, Isaiah King.
JC: I’m so glad she’s doing okay, but it seems like her little wake-up has the world in shambles, I could barely get into the stadium tonight, what with hundreds… Thousands of Water’s fans out there with pitchforks and flaming tiki torches.
BG: Understandable! I saw a few faithful among the crowd too, keeping it under wraps… Isaiah King has crossed a line and he must pay for it!
JC: What’re you say-
The ear-shattering guitar rift of "Black out the Sun" blares through the speakers - interrupting Jacuinda and bringing crowd onto their feet. Half scream in adoration while the other choruses into terrifying boos.
“MURDERER”
“KINGSLAYER!”
“GOD-KILLER”
“KING-TO-BE”
“HERETIC”
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.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, weighing in 202 pounds, at a height of 6 foot 3 inches...
Hailing from the great borough of Harlem, New York City!
He is your KIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGSLAAAAAAYYYEEERRRRR, PRRRRRRRRINCE Adeyemi!"
"Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I wanna watch your fortress crumble down
And when the witching hour sounds
I will be the one to count you down
Now that my backs against the wall
I have to fight to stop the fall
Don't need your approval, I will rise above"
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 down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and rushing to the opposite side. Leaping onto the first and second rope, he throws a fist into the air as his fans cheer for him.
Isaiah looks around at the crowd, acutely aware of the hooded figures that seem to be littered around the crowd. He’d already started receiving death threats through the night.
Misty Waters had certainly made his life very difficult… But he was an Adeyemi.
And right on cue.
"And his opponent, weighing in 120 pounds, at a height of 5 foot 5 inches...
Billing in from Frankfort, KENTUCKY!
Your reigning XTREEEMEEEE CHAMPION,MISTYYYYYY WATERS!!"
Pomp and Circumstance fills the stadium from the loud speakers, and the split crowd is overwhelmed by the cheers of the faithful.
“SHE HAS ARRIVED”
“THE LORD IS HERE”
“JUDGEMENT COMETH”
“MISTY IS QUEEN”
Every hooded head in the crowd flips up, eyes looking to the top of the stage with nothing but awe. White lights fill the stadium, centered around the stage entrance.
Misty seems to materialize amidst the fog, glowing in a pure white fur robe. Her eyes are closed, head tilted up and arms stretched out to her side.
She looks divine.
Four white-cloaked acolytes appear next to her, picking her up by the arm and waist, and float her down towards the ring, lifting her up onto the apron. Two climb up with her and lift her into the ring, while a third takes her coat off her and the fourth goes to remove the belt around her waist.
She smacks the hand that touches her belt, giving him a murderous look. She reaches down to her belt, taking it off her waist and slowly lifting it into the air.
The Water’s faithful explode into cheers.
“MAKE WRESTLING GREAT AGAIN”
“SPOILED LITTLE PRINCE”
“DOWN WITH THE PRINCE”
“FREEDOM”
"This match is an XTREME RULES match, scheduled for One-fall or submission! Everything goes, so if you’re ready… Let’s fight!"
The bell rings and Prince is already on the move, ducking to the mat and going to sweep Misty off her feet. She leaps into the air gracefully, there was something particularly light about her today. Landing on the balls of her feet she snarls in disgust, as if Isaiah was mad to even try to touch her.
[bold]”Really? You and your little shithole country can do better than that.”[bold]
Prince smirks, raising back to his feet and pumping his arms, lifting them up into a traditional boxing stance. Shifting forward cautiously, head weaving from left to right - he throws a few testing jabs towards Misty’s face.
Misty ducks and weaves, swerving around Isaiah’s side faster than he can keep up with. She throws a jab of her own, striking Adeyemi in the side and bursting into a sickening laughter.
[bold]”C’mon, you did a little better than this last time around.”[/bold]
JC: Isaiah just looks a little heavy on his feet today, I hear life at home hasn’t been the best, recently…
BG: Well, then maybe he should’ve gone for therapy instead of coming to a championship match! Misty on the other hand looks better than ever, resurrection will really do that to you!
Isaiah shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs out of it- he shakes his wrists loose and takes a deep step towards Misty. He throws a left jab, and then follows up quickly with a right, that he quickly turns into a spinning left elbow!
Misty manages to dodge the jab, catch the right with a palm and just narrowly leans back from the spinning elbow. Her eyes widen before they crease into disgust once more. Lifting a foot off the mat, she slams it into Isaiah’s spinning body, sending him staggering back, clutching at his liver.
Dolly closes the distance on her own, throwing a calf kick to the stumbling Isaiah, catching him cleanly and making him wince. She follows that up with a smooth spinning heel kick that he just manages to block with both hands, only to see the bottom of of Misty’s feet come squarely to his head, kicking him back into the ropes.
JC: Beautiful single-leg dropkick by Misty Waters there to send the challenger into the ropes!
Isaiah grabs onto the ropes to steady himself, the roars of hatred from the crowd filling his ears. He wasn’t quite used to this, used to be right in the spotlight… But despised.
Misty gives him now room to breath, darting towards him and leaping off her feet to hit a thunderous…
BG: SPEAR FROM THE CHAMPION!!
The SPEAR sends both fighters out through the middle rope, and sprawling onto the padded concrete outside. The NRG Arena explodes into cheers for the painful looking move. Misty is back on her feet quickly and lifts an arm up into the air slowly, escalating the cheers further.
JC: Misty is dominating this match, King hasn’t been able to get a single strike in!
King clutches to his ribs now hurting from both the spear and crashing into the ground with both bodies. Misty rests a single boot on Isaiah’s chest and and tilts her face to drink up the adoration of the crowd. Stepping onto and off Isaiah on the other side, she walks towards the barricade separating her from the crowd.
The crowd stirs as slowly the faces along the barrier find themselves pushed and shoved back. One-by-one those faces are replaced by hooded individuals, each with eyes glazed over as they look to their queen… Their god.
Not crossing the barricade, Misty lifts both arms and breathes in deeply.
[bold]”My faithful…. Thine eyes have seen the coming of the Lord! Today is our-[/bold]
Isaiah comes rushing up behind her, slamming the back of both fists into her head. Misty’s head rocks forward, slamming into the metal barricade and bouncing off of it. Her forehead is split open, and specks of blood splatter onto the awaiting faces of her fans.
JC: With his FIRST strike, Isaiah has busted Misty wide open! BLOOD in the XTREME RULES MATCH!
BG: Bad… Bad move.
As she regains her composure, her eyes widen. As they feel the blood on their gnarled, pimple-covered faces, the hooded fans feel something come up over them.
Their lips curl into snarls, their eyes glaze over further. Someone in the crowd leaps into the air and yells!
“HE BLED THE LORD!”
CHAOS ENSUES.
Isaiah feels the tension in the air crack as he stumbles backwards into the ring apron. The man closest to Misty seems to engulf the Champion in his overflowing cloak as he climbs the barricade. He’s followed quickly by the people to his left and right.
Isaiah’s eyes widen into fear for a second, before the settle into a steely grit. His fists relax and his fingers curl out into claws. The first Faithful comes rushing blindly towards him, mouth foaming and eyes crazed. Isaiah ducks down and comes rushing up with an uppercut to the man’s four chins. The man stiffens in the air and crumples to the ground.
The next comes from Isaiah’s left, recklessly swinging a blubbery arm toward’s Isaiah, hoping to take an eye out. Isaiah leans back, drops his hips and hits a sickening superkick into the man’s… Three chins? THe man drops to his back just as quickly as the first. The mountainous men now unconscious act as a sort of barrier, as the Faithful are forced to clamber onto their own to get to Isaiah.
JC: IT’S PANDEMONIUM IN HERE!
BG: THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR TOUCHING MISTY!
JC: THIS IS A WRESTLING MATCH
BG: THIS IS RELENTLESS
As Isaiah drops a third and fourth man, each with a flurry of punches and claws, Misty raises above the flood of her Faithful. Standing atop the shoulders of a giant of a man, she lifts her arms to her side, a faint smile on her lips.
[bold]”The Lord bleeds for you, my children! Vengeance is yours![/bold]
Isaiah snarls at her god-play, ripping her Faithful with renewed vigor, back against the ring. The large, computer-warrior men slowly start getting strikes in. Cheeto-stained fingers clawing at his face, Prime-tainted teeth biting in his thigh.
With a roar, Isaiah kicks off the closest two and slips into the ring behind him. The referee is mumbling something to himself, trying to alert the comms but everything seems to be down. The ring seems surrounded by Waters’ faithful, he looks up at the top of the stage hoping for security, only to see more hooded figures file out.
With just Isaiah and the referee in the ring, and the fat men trying to squeeze their way through the ropes, Isaiah breathes in deeply and drops into a fighting stance once more.
JC: Where is security! Where is The Crucible? Where are Isaiah’s friends!
BG: Jacuinda, that man’s burned more bridges than the french revolution - I can’t see anyone coming out for him.
As the first of the men break through, The large man has a baseball bat adorned with stickers of Muddy, Dolly and Misty Waters throughout the years.
JC: Looks like we found a real fan!
BG: Note the past tense, he might be dead.
Isaiah rushes forward and slams a kick into the man’s head, rocking him and knocking him unconscious - a dribble of blood leaks out from his lips. Isaiah reaches down to pick up the bat, and readies it just in time to crush the fingers of another trying to grab at his legs.
The stadium is pandemonium, with zombie-like Faithful standing around the ring, baseball bats, tiki torches, hoods and even farming tools itching to get at Isaiah King. The men in unison stand up onto the apron, as Isaiah knocks the head off of one, another replaces him.
As he slams a dropkick into the chest of two, two more stand in their place.
[bold]”Bring me his head.”[/bold]
Misty’s voice seems to ring throughout the stadium as in union the faithful step between the ropes and into the ring. Twenty men, with scores more behind them, encircle Isaiah with their weapons and looks of menace.
Isaiah swings the bat in his hand once more, covered in scrapes, claw marks and bite marks.
With a gutteral roar the men rush Isaiah, he screams in response - as a shimmer of energy engulfs the stadium.
Linen-clad men and women seems to appear out of nowhere. All unarmed, the warriors of Orun start to lay into the Faithful of Misty.
JC: Of course! The people of his hometown! The Warriors of Orun are here!
BG: Ooh jolly, the Prince’s enslaved warriors.
Isaiah visibly breathes a sigh of relief as he sees the swarms of men driven back by his warriors. Letting the bat slip to the mat, He leans against the ropes behind him to take in a breath - just as a leg comes slamming into the side of his neck.
JC: RUNNING WATERS, THAT WAS A RUNNING WATERS OFF THE BACKS OF HER FAITHFUL.
BG: What wonderful fans, to use their bodies as a runway for their lord!
Isaiah’s head slams into the turnbuckle, as Misty lands on her feet. She swoops the bat up into her hands and brings it down onto the side of Isaiah’s head.
[bold]”YOU DARE MAKE ME BLEED?[/bold]
She slams the bat once more into Isaiah’s head, a sickening crack reverberating through the stadium.
The bat comes up covered in blood.
It comes slamming down again, only to be caught by Isaiah’s hand.
Isaiah looks up from the turnbuckle, eyes afire with fury. A stream of blood trickles down from the side of his head, covering his lips and teeth. He spits a wad of spit and blood into Misty’s face, blinding her momentarily as he pushes he back with the bat.
Sending a foot into her gut, Misty lurches over just in time for Isaiah to drop to the mat. He slams his fist up from the mat, striking Misty in the face, and sending her flying into the air and onto her back.
JC: CROWN SHATTERER! Somehow Isaiah found it in him to fight back!!
BG: But he doesn’t look like he’s got much left! It’s now or never! Wait Misty is busted open again!
JC: That was no normal Crown Shatterer! Look at Isaiah’s hand! BRASS KNUCKLES!
Isaiah rolls back onto his feet, stars in his eyes and a piercing pain in his ribs. Misty tries to find her feet, grasping for the bat. She gets up only to stumble, as fresh blood pours down her face and onto the mat. Her left eyes has specks of blood in it, growing.
She grabs the side of her face struck by the knuckles and screams bloody murder.
[bold]”HOW DARE YOU”[/bold]
”Eat a pile of d-”
A blubbery arm wraps it self around Isaiah’s throat, choking him out, belonging to one of the faithful who’d broken through the Orun Warrior’s defence. Isaiah gasps for air, just as his eyes catch the flowing hair of a… Friend in the distance.
Bursting out from backstage, the Universal Champion is reigning blows down on the Faithful. He tears his way powerfully through the crowd, dropping men on either side.
JC: THE UNIVERSAL CHAMPION IS HERE!
BG: What is that idiot doing, he’s got a title defence in two days!
JC: THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!
BG: IDIOCY. Prince hates him.
JC: LOVE IS A STRANGE FEELING Brody!
As Isaiah locks eyes with his tag partner, he feels a flush of confidence come upon him. Misty charges at him with bat in hand, Isaiah flips the hulking monster over his shoulders and into the advancing Xtreme Champion.
Taking a few steps back, he bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air, catching the distracted waters with one arm and whipping her into the ground.
JC: SLINGBLADE FROM THE CHALLENGER!
Isaiah hobbles towards the turnbuckle, just one cleared out without Faithful or Warrior. He climbs the post and has Misty in his sights. Shaking off his arm and readying his elbow, Isaiah leaps off the top
BG: He’s going for a DETHRONIN-
JC: NO!
A hand of the faithful comes out of nowhere to grab Isaiah’s leg just as it lifts off the post, stopped mid-air, Isaiah comes crashing down into the post, dangling upside down, with a foot hooked to the top rope.
JC: THE TREE OF WOE! The challenger does not want to be in this position!
Misty is up on her feet, seeing her chance, as she picks up a chair that’s been throne into the ring. She runs at the dangling Isaiah, leaping into the air and sliding the chair right under her feet.
BG: SICKENINGLY BEAUTIFUL DROPKICK WITH A CHAIR FROM THE CHAMPION! THIS IS XTREME
Isaiah’s head meets metal, blood splatters across the mat, and the challenger goes momentarily limp. Misty rolls out from the drop kick back onto her feet, she cackles into the air at the mangled Prince Adeyemi.
The helpful Faithful slides into the ring and drags the motionless challenger into the center of the mat. He kneels by the turnbuckle, giving Misty a stepladder to the top rope. She stands up on the rope, hands outstretched.
Her faithful all stop their brawl, eyes fixated on her in adoration.
[bold]”I’ll show you how it’s done - This ones for all of you.”[/bold]
Leaping off the top, Misty’s body seems to float as she comes crushing down on Isaiah with an incredible elbow off the top rope! She leans back into the body of Isaiah, facing the dazzling lights shining down on her and signals for the referee to start counting.
The referee drops to the mat gingerly.
1!!!!!!
2!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WINNER AND STILL XWF X-TREME CHAMPION: MISTY WATERS!
The Faithful pick Misty up on their shoulders, covering her with her pristine white cloak - inevitably covering it in blood now, and bring her up the ramp.
Ned Kaye slides into the ring, and hoist’s Isaiah’s exhausted body against his. Isaiah glances down at his tag-partner, as his eyes roll back up and he lets the Universal Champion drag the bleeding, beaten body backstage. The Warriors of Orun file out from behind the Prince.
As Relentless returns from the commercial break we see a spotlight shining on a familiar logo…
The camera then transitions to a shot of the stage where we see Theo Pryce standing behind a podium which has the same logo affixed to it.
Hello XWF Universe. I know it’s been a minute since we’ve done one of these but that’s because we at the XWF do not believe in inducting anyone and everyone into the Hall of Legends. If you are one of the fortunate few to have your name etched into these hallowed halls then you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you truly are one of the very best to ever lace up the boots. And as much as it personally pains me to say this, tonight’s inductee is no difference. They say that what makes a great hero is having a great villain to oppose them. And tonight we induct the greatest villain I ever faced. And beat…repeatedly. Tonight we induct…
Eli James, for those of you who don’t know was one of the top names in the company when I first showed up. Everyone knew who Eli James was, and everyone with a lick of sense treaded lightly around him. For a while Eli and his Congregation were happy to play second fiddle to the vaunted Black Circle but eventually Eli decided he was no longer happy being an afterthought and he decided to wage war against his very home the XWF. A war that culminated in World War X. One of the biggest events the XWF has ever seen. Were it not for yours truly, along with my dearly departed brother Sebastian Duke and some others that rallied to our side the XWF would likely not be the place it is today. But even in defeat Eli James was a thorn in my side. As much as I hated the guy I couldn’t help but respect him. A respect that is obviously mutual as it was his idea to have me induct him. And now that I’ve talked enough about myself I’m going to quit while I am ahead and instead bring out the man that we are all here to see. The one and only, Eli James the Fourth.
The arena goes dark…
From the darkness comes a light…Eli James IV walks on to the stage to an extremely positive reaction. Eli walks to the podium where he and Theo exchange a hand shake before Theo disappears to the back.
Eli remains at the podium looking out at the crowd for a few seconds before he repositions the microphone.
"I came into this universe by speakin' only words that were as strong as concrete, and pure as a diamond from the furnace. Through the pain I caused and lives I destroyed, it was to build an army of truth. I showed my colors my giving my championships to many of my followers, because these eyes were not controlled by greed. My heart was never one of stone, nor my colors green. I was red -- by love and sacrifice. I gave my all in every word spoken and action taken. My name may fade into the abyss from many of you who recall what I did... I may disappear into the background as a second-hand mistake-for-hire man that was once feared... and become a shadow of the dead. Never to see the light of day. But deep down I know many will never forget my name... and who knows... a second coming could be caused by a simple trumpet of a rider."
The arena goes dark again and just like that before anyone even realized it the mysterious Eli James IV was gone.
OOC: A lot of people don’t know this but Eli’s handler hosted the XWF on his private sever for years without asking for a dime. Even while he wasn’t even active in the fed. And when the fed’s boards were too old to continue functioning Eli spent a year of his time rebuilding the boards from scratch. While again not even being in the fed as an active member at all. The XWF literally would not exist as it does today without him. I just thought you all deserved to know that.
The lights in the building shut down one by one until a pitch black shadow layers the audience, ring and even the stage. People's cell phone lights begin to glow like stars glistening over the surface of the ocean under a night sky.
As the echoed beginning of “Ready or Not” begins to tremble throughout the arena. The dots of light flicker and bounce around as the roar of cheers breach through the darkness. As Lauren Hill’s voice breaks over the PA, dim orange and white spotlights appear on the stage, traveling around like searchlights scanning for signs of life.
“Ready or Not
Here I Come
You Can't Hide..
Gonna Fiiiind You and Take it Slowly..
Ready or Not
Here I Come
You Can't Hide..
Gonna Fiiiind You and Make You Want Me!”
The two colored spotlights merge together at the opening entrance. Jason Cashe steps into the now single spotlight. In an orange with white and black trimmed pants on and a Hockey Mask with a Bandana hanging out of the bottom, you knew it was Cashe because of his tattoos but also because around his waist was the XWF Television Championship.
JC: He is a Special, Special boy!
BG: It's Relentless! You have to go big on this BIG stage!
Slapping the Television Championship around his waist as he approaches the edge of the stage, he stops. The spotlight moves with him as he leans back and howls out through the mask! Suddenly NRG Stadium was filling with the howl like a massive pack of wolves and Cashe was at the head of the pack.
BG: Listen to them! You’d think a Full Moon was out tonight in Houston!!
Raising his index finger, Jason Cashe pulls the Hockey mask up to reveal his face. Bringing the finger to his lips, he makes the motion for everyone to be quiet with a shhhh.. The music carries on but the spotlight races off of Cashe and back to the entrance opening as someone steps out from the back.
JC: It's Lexi Gold!! She is a former Madness United States Champion!
BG: Technically when she held it, it was the Equatorial Championship but she is surely a recognizable name in this business and she looks fantastic!
JC: You can say that again! Wait.. Why is she here with Cashe?!
BG: Clearly you don't use Social Media.. She wanted to come watch this match. Cashe must have upgraded her invite!
JC: Thank you, Jason!
Wearing a gorgeous golden gown that sparkled under the spotlight as she joined Cashe on stage. The Champion bounced around to help hype up Lexi’s presence. As Cashe pulls the Hockey Mask back down to cover his face. Lexi links her arm with his and they head down the ramp towards ringside.
Rounding the ring, Cashe jogs up the steel stairs before moving along the ring apron. With Lexi standing at ringside, she claps for Cashe to show support.
Removing his hockey mask and bandana, Cashe tosses them both deep into the crowd and a mosh pit forms as people try to reach for the items. Reaching behind himself, he unbuckles the TV Title before ducking into the ring between the ropes. Raising the Championship to a loud positive reaction from the crowd!
BG: The Champion looks ready but he will be tested here tonight by the 2023 XWF Rookie of the Year!
JC: Dionysus better listen out for Ch Ch Ha Ha cause Cashe Voorhees is here to compete!
BG: Lexi Gold is leaving ringside and waving to the fans! Such a sweet, lovely woman!
JC: She sure is…
The lights dim as multiple spotlights rotate throughout the arena. As "Prophecy" by Saint Christopher begins to play, the spotlights all point to the stage, illuminating a velvet red curtain. As the orchestra dies down, vines creep from around the edges of the curtain, and rose petals begin to fall around the arena. Then, on the entrance of the choir in the music, the curtain is drawn open, revealing the imposing figure of Dionysus, holding a Thyrsus in his right hand and a shield on his left arm.
BG: Dionysus is covered in paint!
JC: I spy Blue, Light Blue, Red, Yellow and Green! He has color swirls from face to legs! You think he painted the unseen places?
BG: Not something I placed any thought too..
Dionysus clashes the staff against his shield to rouse the crowd to clap with him, then roars, raising the Thyrsus above his head.
"Making his way to the ring, from Minneapolis MN, weighing in at 270 lbs; he is The Catalyst, DIONYSUS!"
Dionysus sets the Thyrsus and shield next to the ring apron and rolls inside, running to one of the turnbuckles and climbing up to rally the crowd behind him. He then hops down and limbers up, placing eyes on the prize he seeks. Cashe and the Television Title now sitting on his opponent's shoulder.
JC: These two are about to do battle! There won't be any draws, count outs or referees getting in the way of these two doing what they need to do in order to win this match!
BG: You said it! They both want this! The stage, the title, the eyes are on them to close Night One of Relentless!
At the sound of the bell, Cashe hands off the TV Title to the referee and shoots Dionysus a grin as they approach the center of the ring.
JC: Pre-Fight conversations are not something you will see Cashe doing once in the ring. I want to know what they are saying to each other..
BG: ‘Cashe, your beard is weird.’ or ‘You ginger bitch, ready to get slapped?”
JC: Was that your attempt at trying to sound like them? You are very bad at impersonations, fyi.
BG: You just said ‘fyi’ out loud. Don't judge me ever again..
JC: OOHHHH! Cashe swings first with a HUGE right!
Snapping back in trade, Dionysus blasts Cashe with a right of his own. The two begin exchanging rights in the center of the ring! Dio gets in a second then a third as Cashe stumbles back from each shot. Shoving the Champ back against the ropes, Dionysus presses against Cashe before pulling him and whipping him across the ring.
Coming off the far ropes, Cashe ducks an incoming Big Boot, clipping Dionysus in his planted leg’s knee!
JC: Oohh! Dio got spun out! He’s down!
Keeping Dio down, Cashe kicks down at him as he tries to sit up. Grabbing the leg that Cashe speared, he puts it at a wide angle before dropping an elbow drop into Dio’s inside knee. On his side with the leg under him, Cashe drives downward elbows into the cap. Dio grabs at Cashe, yanking him by the ear, slapping and throwing punches until Cashe scurries away and rises from the canvas.
BG: Cashe is going for the wear and tear early. Doesn't Dionysus have a bum shoulder?
JC: That he does. He got it having sexual relations with a chick dressed up as Ariadne.. Or was it, Ampelos? I am a bit behind on my History.
BG: Clearly..
Waving at Dionysus. Cashe was giving his challenger the space to rise. The fight was still early and Cashe wanted to scrap more than lay around. Their eyes keep in contact as Dio pushes off a knee and shakes out the leg that had been attacked. He was standing and ready as the two officially do the typical circle before lock up routine.
Dio drives a knee into Cashe’s midsection as the lock into a grapple.
BG: That knee was so big that it lifted Cashe up onto his tippy toes!
JC: It had to hurt because now Cashe is down on one knee, he might had bubble gut from that knee later!
On one knee, Cashe had a hand on his tattooed stomach. Dionysus hovers over him as the two exchange a few words. Snatching Cashe up at the nape of his neck, Jason Cashe acts quickly and upswings into Dio’s ‘man bag’ with a timely uppercut!
JC: We have our first nut punch of the match!
BG: Those are always painful to watch..
JC: Right? His red grapes have shriveled into raisins!
Dionysus doesn't fall as he plants his hand down on the canvas of the ring, bent over and coughing. Cashe gets up, grabs Dio by the back of the head and the back waistline of his lower body gear and runs him towards the ropes, tossing him through the top and middle ropes.
Dionysus tumbles to the outside ring apron. The referee piles onto Cashe with a barrage of questioning about the low blow. Cashe denies it, waving the referee off of even the suggestion.
JC: What does it matter? Let them fight! Whatever will be, will be. Leave it all on the table!
As he turns back to Dionysus, Cashe sees his challenger begin to rise. Using the ring ropes, Dio gets up and has a hand holding his groin as he leans against the outside ropes.
Cashe spins away and races across the ring, rockets off the far ropes and blazes a trail towards Dionysus. Jumping from about 4 steps from his target, Cashe dives looking for a between the ropes Spear but Dionysus steps aside and Cashe lawn darts into the unforgiving ringside floor near the entrance ramp!
Laughing as he looks back at where Cashe had crashed. Dionysus gets back into the ring and takes the time to shake out his undercarriage a bit.
Turning to the side of the ring where Cashe was at, Dionysus watches as the current Champion is pushing to his feet.
JC: Hahahahaha! It's Dio’s turn!
BG: Just like Cashe before, Dionysus is waving Cashe to get back into the fight!
JC: He’s giving him space to get into the ring safely. Such sportsmanship!
With a hesitation or lack of trust. Cashe pops up on the ring apron before ducking between the ropes to reenter the ring. Again, Dionysus waves his opponent to fight.
They jolt at one another at the same time! Both landing a right fist and a rapid paced trade began to take place. Both grabbing the back of the other’s head with their lefts go full Don Frye in rapid punching!
BG: Rights are landing!
Cashe pulls down Dio’s head and headbutts him to the eyebrow over his left eye. That wobbles the bigger man as Cashe scurries back before lunging forward and blasting Dionysus to the jaw with a short arm elbow! Dionysus stumbles back against the ropes.
Nodding, wanting to put the big man down, Cashe turns and races across the ring. Hitting the far ropes and springing from them to pick up momentum. He flies back towards Dionysus, cocking back to smash his opponent with a jumping elbow strike but Dionysus lowers a shoulder, makes contact with Cashe’s midsection before lifting and launching the defending Television Champion HIGH into the air and over the top ropes!
The thud of Cashe landing on the outside was that of falling concrete at a construction site and the air in his lungs expelled as he gasped for a breath.
JC: Cashe got pretty high right there..
BG: I would guess he has been ‘higher’!
After getting to his knees, Cashe was still gasping for air as he held his arms above his head. Out of his peripheral vision, he spots something that interests him.
BG: Ohh no.. Cashe just found Dionysus ring gear..
JC: More importantly, he found the Sparta Shield!! This is going to be awesome!
Holding the bronze and wood crafted shield. The Houston fans erupt in cheers! Cashe wasn't hiding the shield or trying to sneak it into use. He held it up and showed it off before sliding under the bottom ropes to enter the ring. Getting to his feet, Cashe positions the shield and rushes at Dionysus and is met with a massive Big Boot! The shield slaps back from the boot and cracks Cashe in the face, he slaps back on the canvas like a pancake.
Dionysus wastes no time as he rips Cashe off the canvas, almost seemingly insulted by his attempt to use his own shield against him. Dio grabs Cashe by the throat, lifts the TV Champion and Chokeslams him onto the shield! Cashe arches as he lands, groaning from the pain that was throbbing with electricity that flowed through him.
JC: That was Totally Wicked!!
BG: Cashe got too excited about having a Sparta Shield..
JC: Hahahaha and for his mistake, he got Sparta Kicked!!
With a hand underneath Cashe’s left armpit. Dionysus helps his opponent rise to his feet before lifting the Champ off his feet and tossing him into the nearby corner.
“10 Minutes have now passed. There are 20 minutes left in this match!”
As the announcement comes over the PA, Cashe hits the turnbuckles and rages out from the corner with a second wing like howl, swinging with a wide right hand,
BG: Cashe is looking for a home run punch!
Dio hooks the punching arm, slides behind Cashe, hooking him into a Full Nelson. Quickly using his strength to lift Cashe up before dropping down with a Sit-down Full Nelson Bomb!
BG: Absolutely beautiful!!
JC: He should call that the Berget Bomb!
BG: That has a ring to it actually.. Ohhh wait!
Immediately, Dionysus falls back, bringing Cashe’s head with him as his legs wrap around Cashe’s waist from behind. Struggling to try and get away from the grapple, Dionysus hooks his left arm around Cashe’s throat before lifting his right leg and locks in his awkward but efficient Pentagram Choke! Cashe has nowhere to go..
BG: Dionysus calls that, the Quinque Punctum and he has that locked in tightly!
JC: It's not often you see a Triangle Choke in almost the reversed variation that Dionysus uses and it looks as painful as it is hard to apply!
BG: Well we know Cashe has next to no real submission defense, he almost tapped to a purple nurple one time.
JC: He only has one of them! He was protecting his Hans Solo!
The referee down next to the action begins asking Cashe about a verbal submission. At first Cashe can be heard screaming ‘No’ but as the move stays applied, the less you can hear his words. Finally you see his free hand begin slapping the canvas!
JC: Holy Shit! Cashe tapped out! He tapped out!!
JASON CASHE - 0, DIONYSUS - 1
The bell sounds as the first point is scored via submission.
BG: Dionysus has taken the first victory and we just passed the 10 minute mark! Plenty of time and opportunity left for both men!
Dionysus kept the submission finisher tight as the referee goes back to asking if the Champion wants to give up.
BG: Dio isn't releasing the hold! He wants to end this now and Cashe can't hold on for much longer!
JC: No, he can't. Not as secure as Dio has that locked in.. This might be over!
Turning his face as best as he can into where Dio’s arm and leg bridge over each other. Jason Cashe hides his face.
JC: Cashe is embarrassed! He’s about to tap!!
“OOOOWWWWW!”
Dionysus jerks his arm as the Pentagram Choke is finally released. Shoving Cashe away, Dio hurries to his feet as the Champion crawls like a slug.
BG: Look at Dionysus’ arm! Cashe bit him!
JC: Maybe that's why his relationships never work out.
BG: Ouch..
JC: That's what she said!
BG: ….
After being bitten, Dionysus seemed agitated. Stepping over a crawling Jason Cashe. The Catalyst reaches down with both hands and grabs Cashe at the back of his neck. Pulling him up, first to his hands and knees, then one foot at a time, Cashe is helped to a standing.
Turning Cashe around to face him, Dio shit whips Cashe back first into a nearby corner. Dionysus races at him and collides against him with a heavy weighted corner clothesline.
BG: Dionysus is having his way with the Television Champion!
Not letting Cashe slither down onto the canvas, Dio lifts the DiOGee up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Climbing up in front of the Champion, Dio is looking for a higher risk move.
JC: Is Dionysus going for his ‘Anthestaria’ Fallaway Lionsault?
BG: Sure looks like it! If he hits his, it's over! Cashe can't come back from 2-0..
As Dio starts to adjust his opponent to get him into the Fallaway positioning but Cashe has other plans and bites into Dionysus’ face!
BG: Two bites in one match!? Jason Cashe is showing cannibal traits here tonight!
JC: His style is Scrap Action and that means fight of *whistles* it comes with a pounding! Bite is right to a guy like Jason Cashe!
The challenger stumbles back shocked that he was bitten again. Jolting at Cashe with a renewed irritation. Dio blasts Cashe with a thrusting right that catches him up under his bearded chin. Cashe wobbles on the turnbuckle, seated where he had been placed. Dionysus cocks back and throws a haymaker right, Cashe lifts an arm and blocks it, throwing his own right that connects. Dionysus stumbles and shoots back at Cashe, catching a lifted boot to the face that stops his progression.
JC: Cashe is fighting back on the top turnbuckle!
Pushing to his feet, Cashe was standing with his legs inside the ropes and his feet on either side of the second turnbuckle. He prepares himself for an attack but Dionysus rushes in with a looping right and Cashe begins to fall. Grabbing the ropes to his right to keep himself balanced, his balance was short-lived as Dionysus grabs hold of Cashe and just dumps him to the outside. He falls, thuds and rolls off the ring apron before slapping against the ringside floors.
BG: Cleanup on aisle 3! Cashe has spilled out to the ringside floor yet again!
JC: Peter Vaughn doesn't work here anymore..
Exiting the ring, Dionysus spots a fan in the front row who is holding up a large box of wine.
JC: Is that Franzia?
BG: That's what it says on the box but how did security let him in here with boxed wine?
JC: Don't question it.
Approaching the fan. The cameras pick up that he is decked out in Dionysus gear from a wearable red beard to some armor that looks about the same as what Dio wears to the ring. A super fan and he came bearing gifts! Dio and his fan exchange some pleasantries as Cashe sits up with his back against the ring skirt.
BG: The challenger better remember he’s in a match or Jason Cashe is going to surely give him that drunk feeling.
Getting up, Cashe looks bothered that Dionysus has taken a timeout during this Main Event Championship match. Stomping over to where Dionysus and his fan was, Cashe grabs Dio’s shoulder and spins him around.
JC: Wait.. Is Dionysus offering Cashe some of the wine? Jealous..
With slightly extended arms, Dio does in fact offer Cashe the box of wine. The audience begins chanting:
“HAVE A DRINK!
HAVE A DRINK!”
BG: These people are Pro Peer Pressure here in Houston!
JC: If Cashe doesn't want any, I do!
Shrugging after looking back at the big screen on stage and seeing they had plenty of time left within the 30 mins. Dionysus, Cashe and the fan who gifted it begin taking turns with gulping down mouthfuls from the built in nozzle.
JC: Be right back..
BG: You are at work!
JC: So are THEY!!
Wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm, Cashe hands the box back to Dionysus. The Catalyst raises the box to take his next drink only for Cashe to kick him in the gut with a hard placed Toe Kick.
JC: Ohhhh! Party foul! Bad form, Jason!
Some fans boo and others, loyal to the hometown kid, cheer for Cashe’s actions. The box falls to the ringside floor as Cashe clubs Dio to the back as he stands bent forward. Pulling Dio’s head down, Cashe positions his opponent for a Piledriver, wrapping his arms around Dio’s waist. As he goes to lift, Dionysus lifts and launches Cashe with a high back body drop!
BG: Never mess with Dionysus and his wine time!
JC: Thems are the rules!
Remembering to thank the fan for the wine. Dionysus returns to the ring. Grabbing the outside ropes and pulling himself onto the ring apron. As he enters the ring, he turns to see Cashe getting to his feet outside of the ring. He drags himself to the ring and slowly climbs up onto the apron. Not trusting his opponent to just slide or roll under the ropes, Cashe pulls himself to a standing outside the ring ropes.
Dionysus steps up, grabs Cashe and blasts him with a huge haymaker that slumps the Champion! Cashe drops to a knee, holding the ropes with his left arm to keep from spilling back to ringside. Dionysus exits the ring, joining Cashe on the apron. Pulling the defending Champion to his feet, Dionysus grabs Cashe around the neck. Choking him like he is Bart Simpson and just as Cashe’s feet lift off the ring apron, he digs a thumb into Dio’s eye!
BG: Jason uses a lot of dirty tactics, doesn't he?
JC: What? I didn't see anything..
Releasing the choke, Dio turns from Cashe as he holds his eye from the thumb. Cashe from behind, hooks Dionysus arms, pulling them back like wings. Cashe grunts, lifts and shoves backwards, bringing Dionysus with him as the place gasps into a silence! They crash hard to the ringside floor as Cashe connects with a sloppy Tiger Suplex from the apron!
JC: Cringe landing! That was ugly!
Dionysus bends and folds on his neck, midsection and legs as he is driven into the floor before bouncing to a limp pile on the floor.
BG: Dionysus is hurt! Cashe is hurting! These two are leaving it all out there!
JC: True prize fighters of the sport and the prize they both want to have walking out of this match is the XWF Television Championship!
BG: I love Relentless!
While Dionysus took the brunt of the Tiger Suplex, Cashe was gassed at ringside and on the floor not far from his opponent. Still, Dionysus is first to rise and stumbles to the ring apron, leaning against it to catch his bearings. Cashe in a push up, slowly begins to get up. As Dionysus rolls slowly under the bottom ropes, Cashe launches from a Sprinters position and clobbers Dio as he lays along the apron. Again, Cashe pounds down at Dio and follows up with a third clubbing forearm.
JC: Cashe isn't ready to reenter the ring..
Dragging Dionysus' upper body out of the ring, he hangs over the edge face down. Grabbing his head, Cashe drives a knee into Dionysus' face that seems to knock him drowsy.
“10 Minutes Remain.”
Pausing to look up at the big screen as the time continues to tick down. Cashe looks partially drunk in his steps as he backs away a few steps. Sweating and taking in heavy breaths. Cashe watches as Dionysus hangs over the edge of the ring.
Forcing himself forward, he strides at Dionysus, cracking him to the side of the head with a massive, loud knocking ‘Mark of JASON’ Elbow shot! Dio goes limp..
JC: Dionysus is bleeding! The crimson mask has made an appearance and it's a head wound so you KNOW it's about to get wet and bloody!
Cashe shoves Dionysus into the ring. Crawling under the ropes to reenter himself and as he gets Dio onto his back, Cashe makes the cover.
One.
Two..
Thre– Kickout!!
Frustration showing on Cashe, he slaps the canvas and shoves up onto his feet.
“GET UP!”
Cashe yells down at his opponent before stomping down into Dionysus' face as the paint and blood mix together. Turning, Cashe looks at the countdown on the screen. With about eight minutes left, Cashe had to hurry. Grabbing Dio by the arms, the current Champion struggles to get the bigger man up.
BG: The blood is flowing from the side of Dio’s head!
JC: I hope that paint isn't toxic in the bloodstream..
“COME ON!”
Cashe again yelled at Dio before slapping him across the face with a stiff and experienced palm.
Dionysus snaps out of his bloody daze and shoots forward, crashing a stiff elbow into Cashe’s face.
Cashe snaps back with a huge left hand that connects. Dio grabs Cashe by the back of his head and blasts the Champ with a short arm elbow. Cashe shoots one back and the two begin to trade short armed shots!
Dio with a clubbing inside forearm!
DiOGee with a blasting shot to Dio’s left ribs.
Dio with a right hand!
DiOGee with a left in return!
Dio throws a wide right and DiOGee headbutts the incoming fist!
Cashe wobbles in place taking the punch right to the forehead..
Dionysus scurries back, snaps forward with another huge right haymaker but Cashe ducks under it, jumps up, snatches Dionysus’ head and pulls it in a snapping form, hitting his Jumping Neckbreaker!!
JC: UTI! UTI! Under The Influence!
BG: I thank you for making sure our casual viewers know what kind of UTI you were referring to..
Cashe crawls and throws an arm across Dio as the referee slides and slaps the canvas.
One.
Two..
Three!
JASON CASHE - 1, DIONYSUS - 1
BG: We’ve got a Tie! With 7 minutes and some change left, these two are sitting at 1-1 on the night!
Not on purpose but neither man moved. The referee kneeled down and was doing their best to check on both Dio and Cashe but time continued ticking down. The fans were cheering and no longer was it just for Cashe but the match itself. The action, the competition that was in the Main Event of Night One and it wasn't disappointing.
JC: We are down to SIX MINUTES! Let's go guys!
First to rise was the defending TV Champion. As he stood, he stumbled and almost took a fall but ran into a far corner and leaned against it after turning to see Dionysus.
BG: They don't have time to waste! If they want to win, this is the final stretch, the last shot!
Cashe wobbles some as he steps out of the corner. Seeing Dionysus flop over and push up to a knee, Cashe wanted to take action. With the speed of a roach, Cashe runs at Dios as he stands from a knee. Leaping up for another ‘Mark of JASON’ Elbow, the attempt is countered as Dionysus catches Cashe, using the momentum and spins him around with a Tilt A Whirl before bringing Cashe down, back first over a kneeled knee.
Dio flops down next to Cashe, shoving his back to the canvas and hooking a leg.
One.
Two..
Thr- Kickout!
BG: The blood, the sweat, the pains.. All of it is worth it if you can win the big ones! Both of these men have had their success but at Relentless? That is the biggest of stages and neither of these men are ready to leave with a loss!
Crashing down elbows into Cashe’s ribs and the side of his face in a switching combination of sorts, Dio goes for the pin again!
One.
Two..
Three!!!
JASON CASHE - 1, DIONYSUS - 2
JC: Whoa! I did not expect that!!
BG: Me neither! Dionysus is winning 2-1 and we are..
“There are FIVE MINUTES left in this match! Five Minutes.”
JC: Do we have a new Champion?
A realization sets into Dionysus that all he has to do is waste time. He was five minutes away from being the new Television Champion and that was found in his expression as he pushed up from the pin and sits on his knees next to Cashe. Letting himself breath with a sigh of relief, Dio pats Cashe on the gut before he begins to stand.
Cashe snaps up, grabbing Dio and pulling him into a roll up, folding him like an omelet with a small package. The referee jumps and lands on the canvas, slapping the canvas.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
JASON CASHE - 2, DIONYSUS - 2
BG: CASHE JUST TIED IT UP AGAIN!!
JC: An opportunist, he finds windows and executes!
BG: You find a way! That's what Champions do!!
JC: We are hitting the FOUR minute mark and these two are tied 2-2 and neither man looks to have much left in the tank!
After releasing the small package pin. Both men had heavy chests lifting and falling from breathing. Cashe on his stomach and Dio on his back. They hate themselves having to move but both know there is still work to do. Pushing up, Cashe gets to his knees. Dionysus rolls onto his side and the look of relief he had moments ago is gone. Slowly, they both rise from the canvas. Cashe slips and stumbles, falling into Dio and the two lean into each other for support.
BG: THREE minutes remain! If they are going to do something, it NEEDS to happen now!
Pushing off of Dionysus, Cashe turns and looks to try and break into a slow moving sprint. Dio grabs him from behind, getting Cashe’s arm in a cross before throwing him forward and pulling him into a spinning turn around. Going for his Ripcord Bullhammer, it lands but so does Cashe’s Bullhammer!
JC: Oohhh nooo! Not again!!
BG: Dionysus connected with his ‘Deified’ just as Cashe landed with his ‘Mark of JASON’!
JC: Both men are down! Just like their last match!!
BG: They got counted out last match. If they don't get up, they will run out of time!!
You could no longer tell that Dionysus had had his face painted. The colorful face he entered the match with was now stained red from the blood he has lost. Neither man was moving other than their chest falls and the blinking of their eyes as they both stared up at the ceiling.
BG: Come on! Get up!
JC: Two minutes and Fourteen seconds. I don't think we will find a winner here.. That sucks!
As time continues to trickle down. The audience was trying to get a boost into each man as one half of the crowd chanted “DIO” which was quickly followed up with “GEE” but their chants and cheers fell on deaf ears as time dropped under the One Minute Mark.
JC: Can we get an interference or something?!
BG: Don't dirty this match with outside antics..
JC: I want a winner! I think we ALL want a winner.
Fans were getting restless as their chants changed to “GET UP!” Not sure who they were speaking to but at this point, either man making a move would stir the energy in NRG. The clock on the screen dropped down to :20 seconds and the audience started counting down with the time.
17..
16…
15..
14…
13..
12…
11..
10…
JC: GET UP!
9..
8…
7..
6…
5..
BG: You hate to see it..
4…
3..
2…
1..
The bell dings, sounding the end of the 30 Minute time limit. The building became deafening with boos as the crowd was losing their shit at the finish.
”The time has expired and this match has been ruled a Time Limit Draw!”
The audience hated the announcement. The commentary team disliked it and it was sure to be the case that both Dionysus and Cashe would be disappointed by the result as well. Then the ring announcer gets back on the microphone.
”I have just gotten word backstage that this match WILL continue un–”
You couldn't hear the rest of what was being announced as the entirety of NRG Stadium erupted and might have shaken some windows broken at their levels of celebration.
JC: THAT'S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!
BG: For those of you watching that couldn't hear the announcement. We will continue this match until we have a Winner!
JC: Welcome to Sudden Death! Let's fucking Gooooo!
BG: A dollar added to the swear jar..
By now, both men were grunting as they tried to move. Squinting with pain as they made attempts to get to their feet. Cashe on a knee, collapsed back to the canvas. Dionysus was wiping out the puddles of blood that pooled up in his right eye socket.
To restart the match officially, the bell sounds off again. This puts some gas in both men's tanks as they again begin to rise to their feet. Dionysus is up first as Cashe barely pushes to a stand. Dio flies at Cashe and clobbers him with an instant Shining Wizard!!
BG: Good lord!
JC: Cashe just ate that flush!!
Slapping back onto the canvas, Cashe laid in an almost snow angel spread. Dio gets up in a hurry, wiping the blood from his face. He turns and cuts to the right because the ropes were closer.
JC: He’s going for the ‘Wine Mixture’!!
Mid sprint, Dio leaps up and lands his feet on the middle rope. Shooting himself backwards into a high backflip and comes down over Cashe’s lifted knees!
BG: He got his knees up and Dio bounced off them!
Hugging his stomach from the countered Lionsault. Dionysus shoves to his feet curled at the stomach but pushing to continue fighting. Leaning against the ropes, Jason Cashe was standing as Dio rushes at him. Cashe scoops Dio up and spikes him head first in a sideways fall.
JC: SCRAP ACTION DRIVER!!
The building goes insane with cheers as once again, both men were on the canvas. Dionysus was out cold as Cashe slowly rolls and crawls across his opponent. The referee drops and slaps the canvas.
One..
Two…
Three!!!
WINNER AND STILL XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION: JASON CASHE
BG: It's over! It's over!! Jason Cashe retains!
Along with the chaos of noise from the crowd. The referee remains down on the canvas, checking on both men as the bell sounds to finish the match.
JC: What a night! What an absolutely incredible night of wrestling magnificence!
BG: And you know what’s even better, Jack!? We got two more nights lined up after this!
JC: That’s right, Brody! We’ll see you all tomorrow for RELENTLESS DAY TWO!
THANKS TO OUR MATCH WRITERS AND EVERYONE WHO SUBMITTED A SEGMENT
THADDEUS DUKE
MADISON DYSON
PETER PRINCIPLE
JASON CASHE
PRINCE ADEYEMI
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