August - 16 - 2025
LIVE FROM CAMP NOU STADIUM
BARCELONA, SPAIN
NIGHT ONE
MAIN EVENT
Mark Flynn vs. Tony Savage
Iron Man Match
Dickie Watson vs. Corey Black
Falls Count Anywhere
John Black vs Serena Riot vs Ricky Rodriguez
Triple Threat Elimination Style
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The show kicks off with the arena in complete silence as the ten bell salute sounds. An image of Smash, the owner of The Entity is bestowed on the large tron. All the talent stands on the stage with a spotlight on them as they have their heads bowed.
As the ten bell salute comes to a conclusion the crowd erupts in applause paying tribute to the man himself.
The wrestlers disappear behind the curtain after they point to the sky. A tribute video for The Entity plays, showing the best hits from his promotion, including his match with Chris Page, Knox’s best hits, J Mont, Tony Savage hoisting the world heavyweight title.
The words “Us” appear on the screen before fading to one last shot of Smash in his costume. A true tribute to him as he always believed that no matter what happened in or outside of the ring that everyone that worked for him were a family.
With the tribute coming to a close the theme song for this event plays as the announcers, Justin York and his wife Casarah Kane walk through the curtain to the announce table, both are wearing armbands that say “RIP” on them in purple writing. The crowd applauds them unusually as they aren’t fan favorites but this isn’t about anything other than paying tribute to a legend. York stands on top of the announce table and points up the sky and mouths the words, I love you before taking his seat at the desk.
York: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight is about one thing and one thing only and that is paying tribute to an absolute legend of this industry. Good guys and bad guys don’t exist tonight, this is done out of pure love and respect from mine and all those hearts behind the curtain.
Kane: Couldn't have said it any better myself. There’s only one man who could bring all of these names together in the same night and we plan to pay our upmost respect to him.
York: Without further adieu, let’s get into this bad boy. I hope you’re smiling down from above my friend!
The lights begin to dim as we see a soft glaze of smoke fill the arena. The moment the beat drops in We Own The Night, all we see is a leather jacket. Upon spinning around, Serena Riot appears. Wearing her signature orange and brown facepaint and an FCW shirt, she does her signature pose; One hand in the air, and the other behind her head. She sticks her tongue out and winks as she begins making her way down the ramp. High-fiving some fans, she rolls in the ring and tosses her leather jacket into the crowd as she does the famed pose one final time.
JY: Serena looks ready as she’s ever been for being out of the ring as long as she has!
We see the X-Tron come to life, and we see "John Black" name shot up with the .38 special, and we see him at the stage in a black and white setting as he is standing there taking in the mixed reactions. Then he walks down to the ramp, and he gives them some high fives, then he climbs on the steel steps and enters the ring, and he raises his fist in the air as he pounds his chest around the ring as his theme cuts off.
Kane: John Black, one of many XWF talents on this show looks to set the bar for his colleagues on this show and im fucking all for it.
Ricky makes his way down the ramp and claps fans hands along the way. He leaps onto the apron and into the ring with a ton of bounce in his step. He’s ready to rock and roll here tonight.
JY: Last but certainly not least, its the man that many referred to for years as my doppleganger. Ricky never disappoints when he crashes onto the scene. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
The referee calls for the bell and we’re underway in front of the electric crowd!
John Black vs Serena Riot vs Ricky Rodriguez
Triple Threat Elimination Style |
John explodes out of his respective corner and charges right at Ricky blasting him with a stiff Lariat that nearly turns him inside out. Ricky lands on the canvas awkwardly and immediately rolls under the bottom rope to recover!
Kane: Not the start I’m sure he was looking for but it’s still plenty early.
Serena takes the center of the ring and meets John and the two go face to face before they explode and trade bombs back and forth. Serena smirks as the exchange gets more and more violent. She ducks under a huge hook from John and hits him with a shotgun dropkick that sends him stumbling back to the ropes. John rebounds off the ropes but Serena is already in pursuit and she turns him inside out with a kitchen sink. John scrambles to his feet but Serena runs and grabs the back of his head and neck and drives him down to canvas with a running bulldog. Some of her face paint is already sweat smeared from the fast and furious action.
JY: She looks as fresh as ever coming into this thing, she’s pretty goddamn impressive this far.
Ricky springboards off the ropes out of nowhere and hits Serena between the shoulder blades with a missile dropkick that catches her off guard and sends her flying through the middle ropes to the floor. The crowd erupts as Ricky hits the ropes and leaps over the top crashing onto Serena with a TOPE CON HILO!!! The two crash into the guard rail and pretty hard at that.
John makes it back to his feet inside the ring and looks at the carnage outside and smirks to himself. He slides under the bottom rope and pulls a kendo stick out from under the ring.
Kane: WOAH NOW BIG FELLA! This isn’t no DQ.
JY: Fuck it, let them have at it and do what feels natural.
York points to the referee and mouths to him not to disqualify anyone.
Ricky is trying to get up when CRACK!! John hits Ricky right across the spine and then does it a second time, Ricky collapses to the floor and John continues to beat the hell out of him with the kendo stick.
JY: He’s beating his ass like he owes him money or something.
Serena dislodges a hinge from the guardrail and then roars as she stands to her feet and cracks John in the side of the head completely blindsiding him before he had the chance to focus in on her. He stumbles to the apron and she quickly grabs a chair from the time keepers area and digs it into his gut and then slams him across the back again and again and again but the big man stays standing.
Kane: HOLY SHIT! How many chair shots can that dude take? Fucking insanity.
Ricky leaps onto the guardrail and moonsaults onto John finally taking him down to the floor. Serena acknowledges Ricky and the two roll back into the ring and meet in the middle. Ricky nods and Serena grins. They circle each other and eventually tie up and Serena wins the strength battle and pushes him back into the corner and explodes with a series of chops and forearms before whipping him across the ring and dashing at him with a lariat but he ducks and hits her with a backflip kick and then a thunderous DDT. He scales the top and leaps off and connects with a picture perfect 630 splash!!!
JY: GOD DAYUUUM THAT WAS FUCKING PERFECT!
Kane: Is he about to eliminate Serena?
Ricky makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
THR—
John grabs the referee by the ankle and pulls him right out of the ring!
JY: He could’ve just let her get eliminated there but I guess he wants to do all the work himself, I’m not gonna complain.
Black rolls into the ring with the steel chair and cracks Eicky across the back of the head with it and that drops him to the mat. Serena is pulling herself up by the ropes, John sees her and the two lock eyes. Black dashes across the ring and swings the chair at her head but she ducks and hits the ropes and shoulder tackles him hard right into the corner with the chair in between the two of them. She steps onto the middle ropes and begins reigning down ten punches and the crowd counts along in sync with her punches. On the tenth punch John spits in her face.
Kane: WOAH!
JY: Damn, that’s crazy work but I love it!
She wipes the saliva off her face and headbutts him three straight times. He’s stunned, she jumps down and grabs the chair and slams it over his head and the thud echoes through the arena. She tosses the chair onto the mat and hoists him and drives him down on it with a cradle Piledriver!!!!
Kane: PSYCHOSIS!!!!!!!!
JY: Black isn’t moving even an inch.
Serena drops ontop of him for the cover and Ricky stirs and sees it but does nothing to save him.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
JY: And then there were two!
Kane: John Black has been eliminated!
| ELIMINATED: JOHN BLACK (Elimination time: 11:06) |
The crowd erupts and Black smirks when he comes to and heads up the ramp.
Serena stands battered and barely vertical and she looks across the ring at Ricky who used the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Serena cracks her neck and then they both circle each other and out of nowhere Ricky lunges quickly at her with a forearm that is returned by serena. The two continue to trade until Ricky uses his speed and drills her with a spinning heel kick that catches her off guard. He tosses her to the ropes and then drills her with a pop up cutter and the crowd erupts! Ricky scrambles to the top rope but Serena quickly and wisely rolls under the bottom
Rope and out of the ring.
Kane: Veteran move right there.
[red]JY: Damn right, she just saved the match and potentially a shit load of pain for herself.
Ricky leaps out of the ring with a flying cross body but serena moves out of the way and Ricky hits the floor hard! Serena goes under the ropes and grabs out a barbed wire bat and lights it on fire and the crowd gasps.
KANE: LUCY she brought out Lucy, you sure you don’t wanna interject here?
JY: Positive.
She parades it around the ringside area hyping up the crowd before she stalks Ricky with it, setting him up to level him and end the match entirely. He rolls back into the ring wisely after sensing the danger he was in.
She climbs the apron and steps through the middle ropes with the bat in hand and as soon as she does Ricky super kicks the bat right into her face causing the flaming hot barbed wire to tear away at her flesh. She drops the bat instantly and the ringside crew extinguishes it before it sets the canvas on fire. He quickly rolls her up while she’s trying to make some sort of recovery.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!
| WINNER: RICKY RODRIGUEZ (Time: 21:07) |
Kane: well if that isn’t karma then I don’t know what is, truly.
JY: That looked fucking nasty and painful. What a way to kick this bad boy off though!!
Kane: Congrats to the kid!
JY: This next contest is actually scheduled to have no rules and for falls to take place anywhere.
Kane: Be prepared for the two to actually kill each other. Two absolute dominant forces in the industry meeting in a falls count anywhere is the recipe For disaster.
The energy inside Camp Nou Stadium is electric. Eighty thousand fans chant in a swirling mix of Catalan, Spanish, and English as dusk settles over Barcelona, a golden glow clinging to the massive venue.
The lights die without warning. Not a fade, but a full blackout that sucks the air out of the arena like the calm before a fire. Then, a strobing light, lime green, flares beneath the metal of the floor. Another, quicker and sharper. A third, holding longer now. Long enough for the crowd to catch a glimpse of the static forming on the screen overhead.
The distorted bass of “DEATHLIST” by Code: Pandorum and GHØSTKID blares across the arena’s speaker system low, grinding and industrial. It doesn't start like music, but more like a warning. Like the hum of something broken beneath concrete.The speakers rattle, and with them the crowd begins to stir as the opening continues to play, rhythmic and angry. Noise from the crowd rolls through like a cold draft in a sealed room, a few cheers, a few chants. But mostly unease.
"Do I love you? Or do I hate you?
Can I trust you without failing you?
Gonna tell you what the secret is...
You're number one on my DEATHLIST."
Whispered, the lyric doesn't rise above the crowd but cuts under it, precise and personal. The music drops out completely, not a fade, and not a glitch, just the same as the lights as they die out entirely. But then, detonation as the bass slams back in without warning, twisted and violent, louder than before. Strobe lights erupt in a manic wash of toxic green, casting sharp, flickering shadows across the sate. It's disorienting, like a spotlight wielded as a weapon. Motionless in that moment, Dickie Watson stands framed in light. No grand pose, no war cry, hair falling in his face and shoulders loose like man who doesn't need to prove he belongs here -- he already knows he does.
He holds this, eyes floating over everyone, and then moves a beat later. Not with urgency, not with showmanship. Just steps forward like the rest of the world is moving slower than him. He doesn't look to the sides, doesn't soak it in. He's not here for the moment, he's here for the
thrill. Every movement is precise, like a blade being unsheathed. Quiet, measured. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, eyes still glancing off to the side, turning his head slightly to acknowledge fans and enemies alike. At the barricade, he reaches out and slaps a few hands not necessarily out of respect, but more of
obligation. These are the people who kept him alive for so long, and what he does this for.
He rounds the corner to right, bypasses the steps, and jumps, both feet hitting the apron in one clean lift. Without grabbing the ropes, without pause, he slings himself over the top and lands near the dead center of the ring, bent knees taking the brunt of his leap. He circles the ring once, loose-limbed, cracking his neck slightly, and stops. Near the far corner, he crouches with his elbows on his knees, fingers dangling in between as his music fades.
Kane: Goosebumps anyone?!
…
The lights in the arena fade slowly to black. The opening tones of "I Would Die 4 U" by Prince and The Revolution blast from the PA, sending the crowd to their feet. They scream out the lyrics as Corey Black emerges from the back, walking out onto the stage with intent, bathed in a white light while purple ones circle the arena. He is wearing a hooded dark denim vest that has metal band patches all over it and a large Pantheon logo back patch. Corey stands at the top of the ramp, looking out into the frenzy of dancing and singing attendees, nodding his approval. He makes his way down the ramp, taking his time to survey the landscape around him and get himself a good look at the ring before him. As he reaches it, Corey slides in under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, unleashing a roar and throwing the devil horns into the air toward the hard cam. He takes the vest off and drops it to ringside before heading to his corner and crouching down, waiting for the match to begin.
…
JY: Damn fuckin Hell yea!!! LETS GOOOO!!
Kane: Ref called for the bell and we’re ready to rock and roll. It’s too bad this one is capped at thirty minutes.
JY: I’m a prick and all but these people have to perform just a few nights from tonight so I don’t want them to have nothing in the tank.
DING DING!
Dickie Watson vs. Corey Black
Falls Count Anywhere
30 Minute Time Limit |
The bell rings, and a ripple of anticipation passes through the Camp Nou Stadium crowd.
Corey Black makes the first move, as he exhales through his nose with a huff of impatience. Rather than starting with circle-stepping or chain-wrestling, he goes straight for Watson…
OPEN-HAND SLAP!
Dickie’s face pinches with the sting, his body recoiling into the corner, but his eyes flash with focus. He clutches the side of his side, takes a quick, shallow breath, then shakes his head as if refusing to give Black the satisfaction.
Corey continues his game of trying to blast Dickie right out the gate with a…
SPINNING ELBOW.
…But this time, Dickie ducks under Corey’s next strike and darts out of the corner, using his speed to slip away, back to the center of the ring.
JY: Interesting start this far. That was one hell of a slap.
Kane: I sense an all out brawl any moment now.
A scowl develops on the face of the “King of the Wrestlers”. His stance stiffens, knees bent like a hunter preparing to pounce, but as he squares up for another elbow, Dickie clips Black with down with a…LOW KICK TO THE THIGH!
Corey’s face contorts in irritation as he limps one step to the side. He hunches his shoulders, and lowers his stance, perfectly comfortable with fighting kicks with kicks
Dickie’s mouth twitches into a faint grin, breathing steady as his eyes stay locked on Corey’s leg. Dickie swings another kick for Corey’s upper leg… Corey bounces back on his foot, outside the kick’s radius, charging in to take Dickie off his feet…
But Dickie spins with the momentum of his kick… and Corey charges in, Dickie’s boot THUDs against Black’s leg once more! Corey snarls, teeth flashing as his jaw tightens… stretching that leg.
The crowd roars at the sight of the man once called THE UNDERDOG™ reading his larger opponent like a puzzle.…Suddenly, Black shoves off the ropes, surging forward, arms extended for a grapple!But Dickie drops his hips, pivots, and slides behind Corey, his face calm and deliberate as he lashes out with a sudden dropkick to the back!…It connects! And Corey goes a step forward from the force of Dickie’s dropkick… but Black remains on his feet, before turning with narrowed eyes and a furious glower!
Black, tired of Watson out-maneuvering him in the early-going, charges in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up… But Dickie ducks under, refusing to let his larger opponent get ahold of him! Instead, he charges toward the ropes, bouncing off!
Black tries to decapitate Watson with a… LARIAT!
…But Dickie ducks under, bouncing off the opposite ropes! Corey wheels around, as Dickie hurls himself sideways through the air with a…
RUNNING CROSSBODY!
…No! Black snatches Watson in mid-air! Corey’s arms coil under Dickie’s body like a vice.…Corey takes a step back from the center of the ring…AND CHUCKS WATSON BACKWARDS!
FALLAWAY SLAM!OVER-THE-ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
Dickie’s body twists mid-air, his eyes widening in alarm before he crashes down onto the padded astroturf of Camp Nou Stadium with a sickening SLAP. His mouth opens in a gasp as he clutches his back, rolling with the impact.
The capacity crowd lets out an uncomfortable oooooooooooooh, empathetically imagining the agony Dickie must be going through after that move as Black slides under the ring’s bottom rope, covering Dickie! This match is Falls Count Anywhere!
The official slides outside as well to count!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NOPE!
Watson, despite clearly feeling that slam to the depths of his spine, manages to kick-out…
Corey sits back on his knees, nostrils flaring. His brows lower, and a frustrated scowl carves across his face. He exhales sharply, then seizes Dickie by the arm and neck. His movements are cold and deliberate, as he hoists Dickie up with a grunt…
Then, in a sudden sharp motion, Black wraps his arm around Dickie’s chest!
T-BONE SUPLEX! The turf is HARD as Dickie folds awkwardly on landing, skidding across the soccer field, taking blades of grass and bits of turf with him as he rolls.
Dickie’s mouth hangs open in a silent gasp, eyes squinting shut as his hands instinctively clutch his back. His chest heaves, body jerking slightly, trying to absorb and bypass the pain through sheer will.
Corey stalks forward, heavy steps purposeful as he reaches down again. He grips Dickie from behind…But Dickie throws his elbows out, breaking Corey’s grip! And backflips!
PELE KICK ON A SOCCER FIELD! CONNECTS!
Black… drops to one knee, gripping his face, as pain pulsates through his skull that Dickie just booted…
Dickie shoves himself off the turf, looking to follow up his attack immediately… He scoops Black off his knee, securing a front facelock…
FACEBREAKER DDT!
…Is what Dickie goes for! But when he leaps and tries to drag Black to the turf, Black uses all his might to keep Dickie upright. With a guttural growl, Black lifts Watson with all his might!
URANAGE TO THE OUTSIDE!
The sound echoes like a shotgun across Camp Nou, the crowd gasping in unison. Dickie’s face is wracked in agony, teeth gritted, eyes half-lidded but refusing to close. He drags in ragged breaths… as his face betrays the pain of that last move.…Black, looking like he’s still recovering from that kick, drops over Watson, hooking the leg as the referee drops to count again…
ONE!
TWO!
The fans explode, clapping in rhythm, eager for this one to go on!
Corey pushes off Watson and rises, his jaw working side to side as if chewing back frustration. He wipes a hand across his mouth, eyes burning with intent, plotting his next move…
…But to his surprise, Watson refuses to lay down and recover… but forces himself to sit… Then, he rolls onto his knees…
Clearly impatient at how much fight Dickie still has in him, Black hooks Watson again, muscles flexing as he hauls him upright, and secures a front facelock…Corey HEAVES Dickie up into the air, perfectly perpendicular to the field beneath them both! Corey hooooooooolds Dickie, letting all that blood rush into Watson’s head, disorienting him and demonstrating Black’s incredible strength…
Black signals he’s ready to deliver the…FALCON ARROW!…But Dickie shifts his weight backwards, the opposite direction Black intended for him to go! Watson’s legs kick, and he drops behind Corey with a twist, arms snaking up to cling tight around Black’s shoulders. His eyes blaze with defiance, mouth opening in a roar as he yanks down — BACK-CRACKER!
Corey’s body jolts, his eyes snapping wide as his back slams across Dickie’s knees. He grits his teeth, mouth pulling into a grimace as he rolls onto his side, clutching at the small of his back.
Dickie sprawls out too, face a mask of pain but eyes burning with the faintest flicker of hope as the crowd surges with renewed energy!
Watson seems disoriented from that tortiously delayed suplex… it takes him a little while to reach his knees… But when he does, he can’t dive on top of Corey fast enough!
The official counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Black forces the shoulder up!
Corey grimaces as he clutches his back, rolling onto his front to prevent an immediate follow-up pin attempt. His eyes burn with annoyance, the lines in his face tightening as if to will the pain away, as he lumbers back to a vertical base.
Meanwhile, Dickie’s done shaking off cobwebs, smiling as he ignores the stinging ache in his ribs. He pushes off the ground with deliberate urgency, his movements quicker, looser, bouncing on the balls of his feet as though the pain he’s experienced has actually sharpened his instincts.
Corey gets back up a split-second before Dickie, lunging in with an open-hand strike, like a bear trying to maul its prey! But Dickie tilts his body, eyes scanning the angle, and slides under the swing. His hand snaps up to hook Corey’s wrist, his face twisting with sudden focus as he yanks Corey forward…SNAP ARM DRAG! Corey skids across the turf and lands beside the ring apron!
Corey lands hard, his jaw tightening as he scrambles to a knee. He shakes out his arm, then barrels forward again, away from the ring, straight at his opponent.
Dickie invites Corey’s advance with a beckoning of his fingers…But as Corey gets within striking distance, Dickie sidesteps, grabbing Corey’s waistband and dropping into a roll — sending Black tumbling into the padded barricade at ringside!
The crowd pops as Corey crashes, his back arching in pain as he collides with the metal barricade! He braces against the barrier, landing in a crumpled heap, his breathing heavy with frustration.
Dickie’s grin flickers, as he scrambles, unorthodoxically shoving Black upside down against the barricade, forcing his shoulders against the outside!
The official counts! Falls count anywhere, after all!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!
Corey THROWS his whole shoulder off the ground, reaching for Watson’s face, trying to draw him into a grapple from the ground
…But Dickie open-palm shoves his way out of Black’s grip, before planting a BOOT into Black’s face from above! A second! A THIRD! Black ends up embedded against the metal barricade, equal parts frustrated and agonized…
Watson doesn’t let up though! He grabs the barricade, and shoves himself into an impressively acrobatic handstand… before spinning with maximum centrifugal force… PRECISION DROPKICK TO BLACK’S CHEST!
The bars of the barricade bend inward as Black is POUNDED into the barricade!
Corey’s eyes squeeze shut at impact, spit flying from his mouth as he drops forward to a knee, arm clutched against his sternum. His lips twist into a growl, teeth grinding… Dickie scoops himself off the ground, his expression dead-set with momentum as the Barcelona crowd gets louder and louder. He grabs Corey by the head, tugging him toward the corner of the barricade…
Black tries to shove Dickie off to buy himself a chance to restrategize… But instead Dickie clings on to Black’s neck and skull, using Black’s shove backwards to propel them both…
TO THE TURF! DDT TO THE OUTSIDE!
The crowd erupts, a wave of cheers spilling through Camp Nou.
Dickie scrambles, sensing that could be it, hooking Black’s leg beside the barricade!
The official counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!
Corey, with less authority and more desperation than his previous kickouts… manages to shove a shoulder off the turf!
Corey lays flat, grimacing, eyes glazed for a moment as his chest heaves with sharp breaths. His hand slaps against the turf as if grounding himself, trying to pull back to base…. Though, his efforts to pull himself back into the match are visibly slower than they were before.
Dickie, sweat streaking down his face, steadies himself by gripping the rail. His eyes flick up toward the crowd, reaching from their seats to touch and encourage Dickie… York Enterprises Security manages to wave them away from touching the talent… Watson breathes deeply, staring at Black’s struggle to get back up… almost shaking his head at his own madness — then climbs up onto the barricade itself. The crowd roars louder, recognizing the risk before it even happens.
Dickie steadies himself, arms stretched wide, lips parting with a cry as he prepares to dive backwards off the barricade with an…
ASAI MOONSAULT!
…NO! Black surges up off the turf with surprising speed, his arms thrusting forward. With a roar, he barrels into Dickie mid-spin, shoving him off balance —— and Watson crashes violently into the first two rows of seats! The audience goes from reaching for Watson to clambering out of his way as he flops forward into the stadium seating!
Chairs scatter, fans leap to their feet, and the entire section explodes in shocked excitement as the security tries to build a perimeter around which the action can continue… and security scramble in!
Corey stumbles forward after the shove, his mouth curled in grim satisfaction, chest heaving as he wades into the chaos. The war has spilled into the crowd, and Barcelona is losing its mind!
Watson slowly shakes his head, clearly surprised and achy as he crawl into a stadium seat to recover… Black doesn’t give him the chance though! Black sprints from the aisle, halfway down the row!
PENALTY KICK! And Dickie gets blasted from the second row, up and over to the third!
A whole other row stands up to evacuate their seats and slide backwards as security barks at them to keep their distance! Corey climbs over the seat as Watson lay, looking severely worse for wear lying amidst puddles of kicked popcorn buckets and souvenir soda cups!
Corey slides into a cover… The official has to climb over the next row to get eyes on whether Watson’s shoulders are pinned or not…
Eventually, the official drops to count!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOO!
Somehow, some way, Dickie Watson manages to force a shoulder up!
The crowd pops, absolutely electrified to be this close to a match this insane…Black, in comparison, looks ready to be done with Dickie Watson… He stands over Dickie, delivering a KNEE DROP to Dickie’s chest!
Another one!
ANOTHER ONE!
Dickie’s arms seize upwards with each strike, his face contorting in agony…Black finally scoops Dickie by the scruff of his neck and starts dragging him away from the seats, back into the aisle…The crowd starts cautiously filing back toward their ticketed seats, but they remain on their feet, clapping and cheering for this chaotic brawl!
Black drags Watson back to the barricade dividing the stadium seats from the ring area… He shoves Watson sideways against the rail…
Watson woozily bobs and weaves, looking like his body might not know which way is up after the brutal beating he’s taken up to this point…
Black points to the sky, like a punter about to belt the ball the length of the field… He takes a few steps back, before charging Watson with a…
BIG BOOT!
…
BUT WATSON slips backwards! Black’s leg goes up and over the barricade! He very nearly dumps himself up and over!
…But he manages to narrowly put the brakes on, preventing himself from the drop from the stands to the outside…
…But Dickie Watson ain’t done!He backs up, and breaks into a sprint!
SHOTGUN DROPKICK!
Corey Black gets BLASTED off the barricade, landing in a heap to the turf below!
The crowd explodes!
On the turf below, Black is immobile!
…Watson, having run on pure adrenaline to follow up that attack, collapses onto one knee by the barricade as the crowd chants…
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT
Watson breathes heavily… before finally slowly pulling himself up and over the barricade, he lands back on the turf as the Barcelona crowd roars with excitement…Watson reaches the crumpled heap that is Corey Black, before dropping down and hooking the leg!
The official narrowly sweeps his leg up and over the barricade, hopping back down to the turf to count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Corey Black forces a shoulder off the turf and the crowd is in disbelief! Watson is forced back into seated position from the force of Black’s kickout… He stares up at the sky, shaking his head exhaustedly… like a math problem that was more complicated than it seemed from the start…Watson grabs Black by the hair, dragging him back… towards the ring! Finally!
Black’s legs stumble forward weakly as Watson drags him toward the ring… Dickie goes to roll Black back inside the ring…But Black resists the attempted throw! Suddenly, Corey drives his shoulder into Watson’s ribs, tackling him against the metal pole outside the ring! It clangs as Watson’s face contorts in anguish, rebounding into a stumble off the turnbuckle pole…As Corey clasps his arms around Watson’s throat!
GARGOYLE SUPLEX!
Watson gets CHUCKED from one turnbuckle pole to the other, flopping through the air like a crash-test dummy!
…Black collapses onto his back exhausted…
Watson stares up at the ceiling, eyes open, immobile… He might be unconscious!
…Black turns over onto his stomach, crawling arm-over-arm from one turnbuckle to the other, slowly closing the gap between himself and Watson… and by extension, victory…
The crowd howls, half of them willing Black into assuming his pinfall position, the other half screaming for Dickie to wake up!
…
Finally, Black plants a hand on Watson’s chest…
The official leaps into action, dropping to count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEEEEE-NO WAY!
YES! DICKIE WATSON KICKS OUT!
Black’s arm is shoved off Watson’s chest… His irritated scowl returns, shaking his head, like he’s done messing around. He shoves himself up to his feet, summoning all the strength he has left… and grips Watson by the scalp, hucking him under the bottom rope, back inside the ring!
Watson rolls over twice exhaustedly, before lying back in the center of the ring!
Black climbs up the metal steps slowly, looking to step through the ropes…Before seeing the position Dickie is in… And instead opting to climb for the top rope!The crowd goes absolutely nuts for an aerial finish as Corey climbs to the high-risk district, gripping the top rope to steady his exhausted legs… Dickie grips his ribs, clearly in too much pain to assess his opponent’s whereabouts…Corey finally releases the ropes… He leaps, boots high in the air, looking to punch them THROUGH Dickie Watson’s chest!
MJOLNIR’S SMITE!
…
IS DODGED!
Running on instincts and fumes, Watson feels the weight of the ring shift with Black’s leap, and rolls from the center! Black’s feet collide with the ring at the same time that Watson forces himself up to his feet!
Corey charges forward!... But Dickie catches him with an…OPEN-HAND CHOP!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Black cradles his chest… Before returning fire with an… OPEN-HAND CHOP HIMSELF!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
…Watson’s legs shake like jelly under him…
But he remains upright! He reels his arm back…
OPEN-HAND CHOP!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
…Black wobbles… He bobbles…
Are his legs about to give out?!?
…YES!
Black drops to one knee, in the center of the ring!
…Watson sees his moment to strike!
He backs up toward the ropes, looking for a…
RISE TO GLORY! (Curbstomp)
…
But Corey Black withdraws his head from Watson’s line of fire!
Watson’s boots connect with air, as Black suddenly scoops Watson into the air!
POP-UP STIFF-AS-FUCK POWERBOMB!
Black HURLS Watson down onto the mat with EVERYTHING HE’S GOT!
Watson folds in on himself like a deflated inflatable tube man, rolling where physics takes him to the side of the ring! The crowd screams for the King of the Wrestlers as Black exhaustedly collapses to the matHe crawls arm-over-arm across the mat to the broken body of Dickie Watson…
He hooks the inside leg, lifting an arm to the Barcelona sky!
The official counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
…
……
BUT DICKIE WATSON’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPE! HOW?!?
Yes, while the match is Falls Count Anywhere, rope breaks still apply!
Black slowly rises, thinking the match is over… Until the official waves his attention to Dickie’s foot on the ropes!
…Black’s irritated expression blooms into a full-on grimace.
Black shakes his head, acknowledging his momentary lapse of ring awareness, and is ready to correct that mistake…
Corey drags Dickie up off his shoulders… Dickie’s legs look like jelly as he wavers, completely under Corey’s control… Corey stuffs Dickie’s head between his shoulders, cranking his neck like an olympic weightlifter about to shatter his personal best, like he’s about to deliver the stiffest-as-FUCKEST powerbomb anyone’s ever given.
Corey heaves Dickie onto his shoulders…
…
ANOTHER STIFF-AS-FUCK POWERBOMB!
…
……
Is countered! Dickie finds the wherewithal to drag his body into rotation!
Hurricanrana! And Corey goes face-first into the middle ropes!
With everything he’s got left, Dickie shoves off the ropes, breaking into a sprint!
MOLOTOV COCKTAIL! (619)!
Dickie’s boots blast into Corey’s face, propelling him from the ropes, backwards toward the center of the ring! Corey backwards somersaults to the center of the ring!
Dickie pumps his fist on the apron, adrenaline running through his broken body as the Barcelona crowd screams for him!
He leaps from the apron to the top rope, turning in middle-air!
THE ECHELON! (360 corkscrew moonsault)! SPRINGBOARD ECHELON!
Watson’s chest lands on Black’s hard! Black cradles his gut, like he just got every ounce of oxygen in his body knocked out of him…
…Watson looks like his tank’s empty… But he finds the sheer will to lay backwards onto Black!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO!
Corey Black KICKS OUT!
The crowd is going absolutely insane at this point! Both these men have given it everything they’ve got!
…Black and Watson… Both looking like they’ve been through war… Slowly climb to their feet! …Black in the corner of his eye, sees the clock running down…
He grabs Watson by the arm, and scoops Dickie onto his shoulders, setting Watson up for the Burning Hammer! No one’s ever kicked out of Corey Black’s Burning Hammer!
BURNING HAMMER!
…
But Dickie lands on his feet, backing up into the corner!
Corey chases him down, but Dickie boots him in the face while gripping the top rope! Corey looks woozy as Dickie signals for his own special-occasion finisher… He secures Corey into guillotine position as he climbs to the middle rope!
ZERO FAITH! (Avalanche Inverted DDT)
…
BLOCKED! Corey’s keeps his spine straight and Dickie lands on his feet, still keeping Corey in a guillotine choke!
Corey’s arm shakes as Dickie clings on, desperate to win by submission at this point…
The official hovers over Corey, asking if he wants to submit!
Dickie clutches onto Black’s throat, trying to force a choke-out!
…
But Black lifts his boot, catching Corey in the face! AXE KICK!
Dickie backpedals into the ropes!
Corey lands on one knee… He tries to shove off the m-
BZZZZZZZZZZZT!
Corey either is too exhausted to hear the buzzer or ignores it, because he tries to grab Dickie in a front facelock… But the officials and York security move into the ring to break this one up! It takes several men to hold Dickie and Corey back from finishing this one themselves! The crowd screams, begging to let these two finish this one themselves!
Krow: GODDAMN IT!! Why In the blue hell do we have a time limit on a match as good as this? It’s BULLSHIT! Just let them go until it’s over!
Kane: We discussed this already, these guys have careers to continue after tonight, be grateful you were even present for this. It was a fucking gorgeous showing by both competitors. Leave it to you to bitch and complain about something that most anyone would be grateful for.
Krow: I….. ermmm…
Kane: It’s time for our main event of night one and i regret to inform you that York has had to step away for something going on behind the scenes and he will not return tonight but i have my commentary partner from PWV joining me here for the remainder of the night!! Krow the floors yours, BLAH!
Tony Savage makes his way to the ring with his hand in the sky paying tribute to the man himself. He carries his Entity World Title with him as he enters the ring and awaits his opposition
Krow: Tony appears completely and utterly locked in!
Flynn bursts through the curtain in a dazzling blue robe. Across the back, it says "King of the Midcarders". He has no expression and makes no eye contact with his opponent. When the bell rings, he shifts gear and a snarl comes across his face.
Kane: As does Flynn! Lets get this fucking thing underway!
MAIN EVENT
Mark Flynn vs. Tony Savage
Iron Man Match |
The bell rings but neither man moves.
They stare, Breathe, & Pace.
Tony is in a boxer’s bounce. Flynn is hunched low, stalking. Calculating.
Krow: neither man is keen to make a move as of yet.
Tony abruptly shoots for a double leg but Flynn sprawls and scrambles into a front face lock and tries to torque it into a guillotine but Tony powers himself to his feet and shoves Flynn off back first into the corner. Flynn bounces out of the corner and drills Tony with a quick jab. Flynn stays in tight and ducks under a wild hook from tony, he slips behind and floats him over with a German Suplex!
Tony quickly rolls through and spins himself into a full Mount position and rains down heavy forearm strikes. Flynn turtles up and grabs Tony’s ankle and transitions into a Kneebar attempt. Tony slips his leg out and gets back to his feet and uses his power to pull Flynn to his feet and powers him over with a deadlift Suplex.
Flynn bounces off the canvas!
Kane: back and forth so far!
Kane: Tony seems to be getting the better of Flynn in the early going but that can change in the blink of an eye.
Flynn retreats to the apron quickly and Baits tony into charging at him. Flynn catches tony off guard with a shoulder to the gut. Flynn slingshots over the top rope and hooks tony and floats him over with a northern lights Suplex and bridges for the Pinfall.
ONE
TWO
NO!
Tony powers out!
Flynn quickly transitions into the Fujiwara armbar but tony powers up to his feet and hurls Flynn into the turnbuckles.
Flynn crumbles tot he canvas and tony retreats to his corner for a breather.
Krow: ten minutes in and neither man has grabbed himself a Pinfall, smelling sudden death already.
Kane: all your eggs in one basket as per usual.
Tony stalks the downed flynn but he wisely rolls out of the ring, flynn grabs tony by the wrist and pulls him into the middle rope throat first. Tony gasps for air as he falls back to the canvas. Flynn rolls into the ring and hits the ropes and knee drops tony right in the face.
Flynn makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
NO!
Tony again powers out!
Kane: it’s gonna take a lot more than that to put away the former entity world champion.
Flynn wastes absolutely zero time and he grinds his elbow across Tony’s face. The referee warns him but he ignores. Flynn stands and locks in a single leg Boston crab on Tony.
Tony is grunting in pain as Flynn sits down on the Boston crab for
Full torque on the spine.
Tony pushes up on his fists and grinds his way to the bottom
Rope and grabs ahold of it forcing flynn to break the hold.
Krow: Tony showing the heart of a champion right there!
Kane: Flynn is showing why he’s regarded as a legend as well.
Tony pulls himself to his feet by the ropes and Flynn smells blood in the water.flynn quickly advances and drives tony in the midsection with a knee and then locks in a hammer lock across the ropes. The referee tells Flynn to break the hold which he does at the count of four. Flynn immediately grabs the wrist once again and drops Tony shoulder first to the mat and floats over onto a Fujiwara armbar but this time Tony rolls and stacks Flynn up onto his shoulders.
ONE
TWO
NO!
Flynn kicks out!!
Flynn scrambles to his feet but Tony makes it to his as well and explodes with a forearm strike that sends him to the canvas hard!
Tony shakes out the bad arm and bounces off the ropes and drops a bionic elbow right to the chest. Tony quickly pulls Flynn to his feet and whips him hard into the ropes and catches him with a snap Powerslam and holds for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THRE—-
NO!
Flynn shoots his arm off the canvas!
Krow: It’s gonna take a fucking wild effort for either of these men to get a pinfall let alone more than one.
Kane: One fall might do it here tonight, no mistake about that.
Tony stalks flynn who is holding his ribs. Tony bounces off the corner and charges at flynn
ONE SHOT—
Flynn drives from one knee back to the canvas avoiding certain disaster and then drives his forearm into the back of the leg with a chop block. Tony hits the deck.
Krow: beautifully timed counter there.
Flynn climbs back to his feet and grabs the leg and drives Tony’s knee into the canvas and then drives his knee across his leg. Flynn locks in a step over toe hold and wrenches it in deep. Flynn releases the hold when he realizes that Tony isn’t going to tap out. He’s seemingly unsatisfied. He climbs back to his feet and just as Tony reaches a vertical base Flynn drives him in the back of the knee with another chop block.
Flynn struts over and stares right into the camera and locks in another Kneebar and this time it’s really deep. Tony is clawing for the ropes and grinding his way there but Flynn puts a ton of extra torque on it and all of his weight. Tony rescues his hand high into the air seemingly able to grab the bottom rope but he isn’t able and taps out!!!
Krow: HOLY SHIT! We have our first fall!!!!
Kane: 1-0 Flynn but it’s far from over!
1-0 FLYNN
TIME REMAINING: 32:10 |
Flynn releases the hold and backs up into his corner to take a breather but quickly goes back on the offensive to stop Tony from having any time to recover. Flynn grabs ahold of Tony and drives him to the canvas with a nasty looking DDT and then hits the ropes and drives another knee drop across Tony’s beat up leg. Flynn quickly follows up with stomps down onto the bad limb. Flynn steps over and attempts another knee bar but Tony counters with a calf crusher!!!!
Flynn is writhing in pain and scrambling to the ropes.
Kane: Gorgeous counter by tony and now he has Flynn in a horrible position.
Krow: how much damage has been done to Tony’s knee though?!
Flynn reached the bottom rope and savage breaks the hold. Tony wills himself back to his feet as does flynn.
Flynn charges at tony but tony catches him and plants him with a vicious spine buster! Tony feels the momentum and hauls flynn back to his feet and plants him with a snap DDT!
Tony makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
THRE—
NO!
Flynn kicks out and Tony slams the mat in frustration!
Tony deadlifts Flynn into a fisherman Brainbuster and spikes him right on the top of his head. Tony quickly leaps into another cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE—-
NO!
Flynn rolls his shoulder off the canvas again!
Krow: Savage is emptying the tank here on Flynn but Flynn just keeps surviving!
Tony stands and Flynn pulls himself slowly back to his feet with the ropes. Tony runs and hits the ONE SHOT ONE KILL on Flynn which collapses him to the mat!
Kane: RUNNING HEART PUNCH!!!
Tony falls down on Flynn for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!
1-1 TIED
TIME REMAINING: 22:11 |
Krow: TIE GAME FOLKS!!!
Tony retreats back to the corner and sits on the middle turnbuckle and shakes out his knee. Flynn rolls out to the apron. Tony limps over to grab him but Flynn wisely grabs him and drives his throat across the top rope! Flynn hops back up onto the apron and springs over and drives Tony down with the LOGICAL CONCLUSION!!!!
Krow: That’s gotta be it right there.
Flynn makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
2-1 FLYNN
TIME REMAINING: 16:15 |
Kane: TWO-ONE, HOLY SHIT!
Krow: The crowd is on their feet for this. What a crazy fucking match!!
Tony lies flat on the canvas and Flynn stands and leans over the top rope to catch his breath. When Flynn turns around he is caught out of nowhere with a huge Superman punch!
The crowd erupts and Flynn collapses to the mat as does Tony completely unable to follow up.
The bell tolls three times warning the competitors that there is only 15 minutes remaining.
The fans come unglued for what their witnessing.
Krow: this arena has the goddamn ground shaking!
Both men lay on the canvas breathing heavy and completely gassed.
They both finally begin to stir. Tony drags himself to his feet with the ropes, his knee is clearly shot. Flynn climbs back to his feet shaking the cobwebs from the Superman punch he just took.
Both men hobble to the center of the ring and go face to face exchanging words as the crowd erupts once again.
Flynn slaps Tony right across the face and it echoes. The crowd gasps.
Kane: WOAH!
Tony responds with a heavy body shot that curls Flynn and he lands another right to the liver. Flynn responds with a knee but it’s caught and tony slams him with a T-bone suplex!
Tony screams through the pain and hoists Flynn back to his feet and unloads a speed bag combo into the ribs and face, finishing with a nasty uppercut, Flynn stumbles back to the corner.
Kane: TEN PIECE AND A BISCUIT!!!
Tony backs up and sprints across the ring on one good leg and drives Flynn right in the face with a leaping elbow strike. Flynn’s eyes rolls into the back of his head as he collapses to the mat. Tony drags him to the center of the ring and makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
NO!
Flynn rolls his arm off the canvas.
Tony slams the mat in frustration.
[blue]Krow: settle down and get the job done Tony!
Kane: I dare you to get in the ring and tell him that.
Tony goes for the full Mount but flynn takes the eyes which sends Tony retreating. Flynn gets back to his feet and Tony dashes at him but Flynn drop toe holds him into the turnbuckles. And pulls him back into a neckbreaker.
Flynn makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
NO!
Tony kicks out.
Flynn quickly pulls tomy back to his feet and drills him with a European uppercut and then drives him down with a DDT! Flynn covers again.
ONE
TWO
NO!
Tony shoots his shoulder off the canvas again!
Flynn doesn’t even blink an eye, he pulls Tony back to his feet but Tony scoops him with a sudden burst of energy and drives him down with a spinebuster!!
Tony nods to the crowd and locks in the Indian deathlock. Flynn screams out in pain as Tony torques the hold. Flynn scratches and claws but he is unable to find a way to break the hold and taps out!!!
2-2 TIED
TIME REMAINING: 8:06 |
Krow: HOLY SHIT, it’s two-two and we’re getting down to the wire.
Kane: we knew this was a good matchup but we just didn’t know how damn good this would be!!
Tony barely stands after the damage to his knee and Flynn rolls out to the apron and onto the floor clutching his as well.
Kane: both men are beat to hell.
Tony rolls out of the ring after flynn. He grabs him and tosses him into the barrier and then whips him into the steel steps! Flynn flips over the steps and crashes to the floor. Tony leans against the apron and shakes out his leg once again but he sees flynn crawling away. Something changes in tonys eyes, he rips back the ring apron and grabs a steel chair!
Krow: this isn’t a no DQ match!
Tony stares at the steel chair for a moment before deciding to toss it to the floor.
Kane: WISE CHOICE!
Tony hobbles over to Flynn and hoists him to his feet and drags him to the announce table and bounces his head off of it multiple times and then toss a him back inside the ring. Tony climbs the apron and then up to the top rope. Hes measuring Flynn and the leaps off at the perfect time with a TOP ROPE SUPERMAN PUNCH!
NO!
FLYNN DROPKICKS HIM OUT OF MIDAIR!!!!!
Tony crumbles to the mat from midair.
Flynn quickly locks in the Fujiwara armbar and wrenches it tight. Savage tries everything he can to make it to the ropes but he cannot!
3-2 FLYNN
TIME REMAINING: 3:03 |
Krow: Savage taps! Savage Taps!
Kane: 3-2 Flynn and were coming down to the final minutes of this match!!!
Flynn releases the hold and crawls to the corner and is heaving for air. Tony is flat on the canvas also breathing heavily.
The referee calls for the ringside medic to check on the two men. Tony shoves him away and Flynn clotheslines him out of the ring.
Krow: No way these two men are gonna give up for any reason at this point! LETS GOOOO!
Tony crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up and Flynn is in disbelief.
Tony dashes at Flynn and spears him to the canvas with a bad leg and all.
The crowd erupts.
Tony drives heavy rights and lefts into Flynn's face and then hauls him back to his feet and sets him up and drives him down with another FISHERMAN BRAINBUSTER!!!! Savage doesnt make the cover though. Instead he pulls Flynn back to his feet once again.
Kane: Could be a big mistake there by Savage not making the cover with only a couple of minutes left in the match.
Tony hoists flynn onto his shoulders and drives him down to the canvas with a ONE WINGED ANGEL!!!!!
Krow: DEAD TO RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!
Tony lays an arm across Flynn for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!!!!
3-3 TIED
TIME REMAINING: 1:30 |
Kane: We’re all knotted up at three and down the final minutes of the match. Maybe we will see sudden death as you said!
Krow: Im not as bad as you make me out to be sometimes.
Tony and Flynn lay on the canvas without movement. The referee begins to count again as Tony’s arm is still over Flynn.
ONE
TWO
NO!
Flynn doesn't kick out but he merely shoves the arm off of him in a last ditch effort.
Both men are still motionless.
Tony begins to stir first as he rolls over onto his knees to make it back to his feet. Just as he makes it to one foot and a knee, Flynn comes back to life and grabs the bad leg and locks in an ankle lock. Tony is screaming out in pain.
Tony fights as hard as he can to make it to the bottom rope and the crowd erupts when his fingers graze it and then eventually grab it.
Krow: Savage just saved the match for himself there.
The crowd is chanting SUDDEN DEATH!!!
Flynn appears angered and he stands and stomps on the back of Savages leg and drags him to the center of the ring and locks in a nasty kneebar and lays down on it so Savage has to truck his entire body weight across the ring.
Savage looks up at the clock and grits his teeth as hard as he can and begins to pull himself aross the ring with the weight of flynn on his knee. Flynn dead weights his body to make things more difficult. Savage stares at the clock as he contiues to will himself to the bottom rope, sweat is pouring off of his face.
The crowd is counting down now.
TWENTY
NINETEEN
EIGHTEEN
SEVENTEEN
SIXTEEN
FIFTEEN |
Savage bows his head for a moment and seems lifeless.
Kane: Savage seems as if he's passing out from the pain and exhaustion.
SAVAGE MAKES IT TO THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!!!!!!!!
Flynn slams the mat and breaks the hold and drags him once again to the center of the ring. Savage rolls onto his back and kicks Flynn off into the ropes. Flynn rebounds and dodges an upkick from Savage, flips him over and locks in a knee bar once again!
Kane: Flynn has been relentless on the leg of Savage this entire contest and it might just pay off for him!!!!
ELEVEN
TEN
NINE
EIGHT
SEVEN |
Savage is still fighting valiantly trying to hold on.
Savages body collapses and seemingly give out on him. The referee checks his arm as Flynn is hollering at him!
His arm drops in unison with the time remaining.
The referee calls for the bell for another fall as Tony couldnt answer the count.
The clock strikes ZERO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WINNER: MARK FLYNN
4-3 FLYNN
TIME: 60:00 |
Krow: FLYNN HAS DONE IT! HE BEAT TONY SAVAGE AT THE FINAL HOUR! What a valiant effort for the former Entity World Champion.
Kane: Most importantly, What a tribute to Smash! Just as York intended.
Flynn pats Tony on the back and kneels in the middle of the ring and points up to the sky paying his respects to the man that were all here for!
The screen cuts to black as we see one last image of Smash, Owner of The Entity.
Kane: From the bottom of mine and York's heart, We’d like to thank you for being here tonight and hope you can join us for night two, tomorrow night for an even crazier lineup of matches and hopefully York himself will be able to join us once again.
Krow: I'm not good enough?!
Kane: GOODNIGHT from Barcelona!
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