Live From University of Phoenix Stadium Phoenix, Arizona August 22nd - 24th John Austin - vs - Neonero Last Man Standing OOC: Two Promo Limit Television Title Match Steve Davids© - vs - Gator - vs - Socrates Standard One Fall 15 Minute Time Limit OOC: Gator and Socrates may do one promo per day while Steve Davids may do two. Universal Title Match Morbid Angel© - vs - Eli James Standard One Fall w/John Madison as the Special Guest Ref OOC: John Madison can post an RP in support of whoever he chooses. OOC: Roleplaying will begin at 12AM PST on Sunday August 17th, deadline will be 12PM PST on Sunday August 24th.

XWF Relentless continues into day three where we have three explosive matches set to take place!



Heading to the ring first, from Durham North Carolina, John Austin!


The lights dim out in the arena and a image of a white broken wall appears on the jumbo-tron. The sounds of "Young Lust by Pink Floyd" begins to play in the arena as John Austin walks out to a standing ovation. He holds his hands on his hips and surveys the crowd a la Hulk Hogan. He walks down the ramps and greets the fans, even taking the time to stop for selfies with some raucous fans who grab at him, the smile never leaving his face.

And his opponent, from Busan Korea by way of Polperro England, Neonero!


Cameras suddenly fix on center stage, as a series of teal and cyan pyro blasts go off, and 'Day 1' by Miyavi comes into life. With every bass beat the lights strobe different shades of white, grey, teal, cyan. Eventually as the vocals hit Neonero emerges from the curtain, walking carefree to the ring, inanely messing with fans along the way.

Nero slides into the ring, glancing up at John Austin, then walks right past him to drape himself over the top rope. The referee simply shrugs and the bell rings. Austin makes his way towards Nero, but Nero dexterously nips to the ring apron, and simultaneously hits a pele kick from outside, which sends Austin sprawling backwards, much to the dismay of the crowd. As Austin regains his bearings, Nero hits a springboard tornado DDT, nipping to his feet and plays to the crowd, dancing the steps from Super Junior's 'Sorry Sorry' as if the crowd knows what the Hell he's doing.

As Nero seemingly forgets the match, Austin gets to his feet, rushing his way across the ring. Sensing his arrival, Nero falls horizontally to the mat, scissoring his legs around Austin and sending him neck first into the second rope. Not missing a beat Nero springs over the top rope, dropping a leg over Austin's prone head in the same motion, and landing awkwardly on the outside. The awkward landing seems to irritate Nero, and he starts digging under the ring for implements. The crowd roars with delight, and he assumes this is for him, when in actuality it is because John Austin has gotten to his feet in the ring, briefly smiling at the fans who are almost 100% behind him in this contest.

Nero starts dragging a ladder from beneath the ring, but before he has it halfway out, John Austin leaps from the apron, driving a steel chair into Nero's back, edge-first. Nero seems to crumple and Austin wastes no time in picking him up, and throws him head-first into the security barrier, then body-presses Nero into the crowd, who are baying for blood. Closed fists and cheap cola fly all over the place and Nero is momentarily buried under a mass of XWF fans, while John Austin leads the orchestra, pumping them up more and more, until they basically crowd surf Nero back towards him. As Nero's head approaches Austin, he stands atop the security barrier, wrapping his arm around Nero's neck...

BRAINBUSTAH OFF THE SECURITY BARRIER!

The fans go wild at this point, chanting for Austin amongst the delirium of 'Holy Shit' chants. Austin rolls to his side, getting up pushing on his knee. The fans literally yank him onto his feet the rest of the way. The referee is stood atop the ring apron, and starts to count...


1 – no movement






2 – no movement







3 – a little stirring









4 – Nero rolls to his stomach






WHAT THE?! Just as the referee is about to pronounce five, John Austin sprints across and hits a Brody Knee Drop! As his knee bounces off Nero's skull, there seems to be some element of ripping, and blood immediately seems to gush from the back of his head. Austin grins, rips off his knee brace, and holds it up to the camera. Hundreds of tiny little holes seem evident, and He pulls off a piece of fabric, sending a flood of thumb tacks to the floor! Fans go berserk realising what they've just seen, especially knowing that there's now a puddle of thumb tacks on the outside. Austin seems to register this, and drags Nero face-first over the tacks....CURB STOMP!

Austin goes wild at this point, delighted with his deeds, and literally, and deliberately head butts the ring post in his excitement, busting himself wide open. Feeling the warm blood flood his face, Austin wipes some blood onto his palm, slaps the back of Nero's head, and demands the referee begin counting. However the referee refuses as rowdy fans are starting to rag doll Nero's body, reaching over the guardrail in their zeal!

Austin reacts with a face that says 'this is fine with me'. He starts to high five a couple of fans, before returning to grab his steel chair, laying it out over the floor and grabbing handfuls of tacks to sprinkle over the top. He forcefully pulls Nero's body away from the fans, and sets him up for a spike piledriver – reversed! How the fuck can you come back from that? Wearily Nero has back body-dropped Austin on the poorly padded concrete. He slaps the floor a couple of times as if attempting to remonstrate with himself over something. As Austin gets to his knees, attempting to stand...THUMBS DOWN IN THE PIT! Nero smashes him in the face with a shining wizard, and instantly locks in a tight triangle sleeper hold. As the life fades from Austin's conscious form, Nero relinquishes the hold and lays in a few chair shots to Austin's prone body as insurance, then throws the chair far into the crowd and demands the referee start to count...



1 – no movement







2 – no movement








3 – a quiver of the lip, eyelids flickering










4 – some involuntary bodily twitches









5 – nothing








6 – some limp body movements









7 – Oh Hell not again! Fans have converged behind the guardrail and grab Austin by the foot, dragging him towards the guardrail and lifting him up to his feet.

This is not how this match is meant to go down! Nero dives over Austin and starts laying into crowd members, security struggle to contain the melee, and drinks rain down on the whole scene, drinks cans beaning Nero square on the head. As he is basically standing above Austin on the guardrail fighting with fans, Austin stirs, and has just enough where-with-all to grab Nero's thighs, dragging him off the guardrail and hitting a sitout powerbomb upon the thumb tack covered chair! Both men seem lifeless for a couple of seconds, and are now out of reach of rowdy fans, so the referee is within his rights to begin counting, only both men are stirring, however feebly.

Austin kicks at Nero's head, and Nero responds in kind. For a moment it's like watching two toddlers fight. Only, they are plastered in blood and lying on thumb tacks and a steel chair. Austin seems to hit the hardest, and takes the opportunity to roll away. Climbing to his feet via the ring apron, he goes for a soccer kick to a prone Nero, but Nero leans back to avoid it, simultaneously using his feet to kick Austin's standing foot away. Getting to his feet, he sizes Austin up for a second, then glances down at the still tack-covered chair...CHICKENWING DDT TO THE CHAIR!

Nero sticks his tongue out far and mocks the fans who have sabotaged him thus far, all of them being pushed backwards by burly security. Not happy with this move alone, Nero picks Austin up, hoisting him on his shoulder and runs towards the ringpost to throw him head-first like a dart, but Austin wriggles free. Nero stops just short of being pushed into the ring-post, but as he turns to face a standing Austin, he's immediately met with the K.O! Austin may not be at 100%, but that elbow was damn near close. Nero's head is momentarily sandwiched between elbow and ring-post, and his legs immediately buckle beneath him. However, he lands in a knelt position, and the referee refuses to count.

Austin wipes some of the pouring blood from his brow, flicking it to the floor and grinning. His eyes turn towards the ladder which Nero had begun to remove from under the ring at the beginning of the contest. Getting to his knees, he slowly pulls out what is a gargantuan ladder, setting it up and marvelling as the peak is at least 5 feet higher than the top rope. Nero's jaw is moving as if he's talking, but he appears to be out.

Austin's eyes turn manic. They glaze over as sick thoughts flood his mind. He grins and rummages under the ring, pulling out a huge roll of barbed wire. With no second thought he begins wrapping himself up – first his arms, then his torso, until his whole body is basically weaponised, just as his knee had been earlier in the match. Austin reaches down and throws Nero into the ring, sliding in after him, and hits a series of clutch-belly-to-belly suplexes, grinning as the barbed wire sticks deep in Nero's flesh each time. Finally Nero is flat out in the centre of the ring, and Austin is going ballistic tuning up the crowd. The referee begins to count...




1 – no movement from Nero. Austin still playing to the crowd.














2 – no movement. Austin catches his breath.




















3 – no movement, no anything.














4 – still not a twitch from Nero.












5 – Austin grins with a strange hint of sadism, glancing at the ladder....













6 – No movement from Nero. Austin points to the ladder.













7 – Austin makes his way to the outside, slowly reaching the ladder...














8 – Nero still has yet to twitch. Austin is mid-way up the ladder on the outside.















9 – No movement from Nero whatsoever.
















10 – NO! The referee is about to count ten, when Austin's weaponised barbed wire torso flies through the air with a scintillating moonsault, forcing the referee to both dive out of the way and abandon his count!


Nero rolls sideways at the last possible moment, allowing Austin's body to careen into the canvas with a sickening thud, parts of barbed wire piercing both the canvas and his abdomen, then immediately ripping out again as his body naturally bounces a little on the canvas. Nero grins, grabbing Austin and flattening him with THE PARALYSER, instantly picking him up again and hitting THE TORCHING OF ROME!

Nero takes up the corner, slouching into it as he tries to catch his breath. He signals to the referee to make the count.

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Austin crawls up to one knee...


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Austin falls back down to his chest, unable to fully recover...



10!

Winner via knock out: Neonero

Steve Davids is seen walking to backstage, in his way to the ring, with his Television Championship hung over his shoulder as Liz is shown in the camera angle, watching him as he walks by.

LIZ: Hey Davids!

Steve Davids turns around and is met with a superkick straight to the jaw by Liz. Davids stumbles back, losing his posture in the process and falling on his ass. Liz walks over to the downed Steve Davids and grabs him by the hair, yanking him up in the process.

Liz throws Steve into a vending machine, where ironically enough a Hot Pocket falls out. She grabs the Hot Pocket and takes a bite before smashing it in the face of Steve Davids. She pulls Davids up to his feet once more before hitting him with a Thank Me Later!

Steve falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes freshly eaten by Shane . What ever happen to that guy anyway?

Liz grabs a can of black spray paint, and kicks Steve Davids over so that his back is facing the ceiling.

She shakes up the can and writes: "Anyone could be next," on Davids' back before walking away.


XWF Television Championship
Steve Davids ©
- vs -
Gator
- vs -
Socrates
15 Minute Time Limit
Triple Threat
One Fall






Gardenia by Kyuss plays as Gator walks out, he drops to one knee, with his head down and beats his chest 3 times. On the 3rd chest beat Gator quickly stands raising his arm as his stage pyro goes off. Gator then walks slowly down the ramp, he slides into ring and climbs one of the corners and raises an arm to the crowd. He steps off the turnbuckle and relaxes in the corner, patiently waiting.







Socrates enters very slowly. He walks towards the ring strong and casually as white smoke fills the entrance. Upon the turnbuckle he opens his arms like an angel and closes his eyes.







Paul Heyman leads Steve Davids toward the ring carrying Davids briefcase, and a microphone.



Ladies and gentlemen.... my name... is Paul.... Heyman...



A mixed reaction is given by the crowd.



Gator... Socrates... I want you to know... that I've watched you.

I've watched you and I've seen how well you have both done and even I can admit when I'm impressed.

You two may go far in this company, but unfortunately, your rise to stardom does not begin tonight.

It will not be at the expense of Paul Hey... I mean Steve Davids...

I just want both of you to know...



Heyman stops talking long enough to enter the ring with Davids.



I just wanted both of you to know, that tonight is business. It's business only, and nothing that happens tonight needs to be taken as a personal shot from me towards either of you.

Steve Davids is my client, and I always do whatever it takes to secure victory.



The bell rings and the 15 minute counter begins ticking toward zero right away as Heyman exits the ring. The duo of Socrates and Gator go on the attack right at the bell, driving Steve Davids into the corner and not letting him get in even a defensive blow. Socrates delivers blow after blow to Davids midsection as Gator continues hammering on his head.

C'mon ref! He's in the corner! Get in there!

Finally the ref starts to step in and break up the fight in the corner. He pulls Gator away and it momentarily distracts Socrates. Just long enough for Steve Davids to drive a knee into Socrates' gut. Socrates backs away as he nurses his midsection a bit and Gator charges into the corner. Davids counters with a back elbow, catching Gator in the chin and causing him to stagger backward.

Davids bursts out of the corner and takes down Gator with a lariat. Socrates charges in toward Davids but Davids side steps him and tosses him up and over the top rope and down to the floor where he'll likely remain for the time being as he tries to regain his bearings.

Gator starts to get back to his feet and he's grabbed immediately by Davids from behind. Davids lifts Gator up and slams him to the mat with a full nelson slam.

Cover him, Davids! End it quick!

Davids hooks the leg, just as Heyman advises and the referee goes for the count.

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Gator kicks out and the lights in the arena begin to flicker. Davids, the referee and Heyman all look up at the lights, wondering why they began to flicker.

Davids gets back to his feet and lifts Gator to his. Davids then sends Gator back to the mat with a corkscrew neck breaker and again, he goes for the cover.

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2...












Gator kicks out and again, the lights start to flicker. This time, the lighting difficulties are ignored by everyone.

Davids gets back to his feet and once more, lifts Gator to his. Davids backs Gator to the ropes and tosses him to the far side. On the rebound, Davids lifts his boot up and Gator collides head first. Gator hits the mat and rolls out of the ring as Socrates flies through the air and takes down the Television champion with a flying clothesline.

10:29 10:28 10:27

Socrates gets back to his feet and his Davids zeroed in. Socrates leaps into the air, spins 360 degrees, then drives his knee into the head of Steve Davids.

Check his knee pads ref! They're obviously loaded!

The referee intervenes and pushes Socrates back into the corner as he starts to check his knee pads for weapons. Meanwhile, Steve Davids is getting back to his feet and immediately charges into the corner containing the referee and Socrates.

Socrates leaps out of the way at the last possible second and Steve Davids crashes into the corner with the referee narrowly escaping danger. With Davids bouncing off the corner, Socrates delivers a European uppercut to the chin of Davids and the champion falls flat on his back as Socrates goes for the cover.

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Davids kicks out!

Socrates gets back to his feet and lifts Davids to his. Socrates places Davids head between his knees and lifts him up in the air before planting the champion head first in the middle of the ring with a piledriver. Socrates goes for the cover but Heyman is up on the apron distracting the official.

Socrates releases the pin and starts to move toward Heymans position.

Piledrivers are illegal holds!

Socrates should be disqualified and Steve Davids should retain the title!

The referee tells Heyman that there is no DQ in a triple threat and piledrivers are, in fact, legal in the XWF. Socrates grabs Heyman by the lapels of his jacket but Davids is up and rolls Socrates up from behind as the referee quickly goes for the count.

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2...









Socrates kicks out as the lights once again, start to flicker.

Socrates is back up quickly and begins to stomp Davids back into the mat before grabbing him by his hair and pulling him back to his feet. Socrates grabs Davids with a front face lock, then drives himself to the mat with a DDT.

There's only one problem.

Steve Davids didn't go with him.

YES!

Now throttle him!

Davids held the ropes in the middle of the DDT, allowing him to stay upright and Socrates to fall to the mat with nothing.

6:12 6:11 6:10

Davids lifts Socrates to his feet...








GATOR WITH A SPEAR TO DAVIDS!



Except Steve Davids telegraphs it and steps out of the way, allowing Gator to take down Socrates instead. Gator gets back to his feet and Davids grabs him by the back of the head. Gator reaches up and grabs a hand full of Davids hair and falls to the mat, delivering a move reminiscent of the Stone Cold Stunner to Steve Davids.

Davids doesn't go down though. Instead he clutches his chin and staggers around the ring a bit as Gator gets back to his feet. Gator bounces off the ropes and delivers a clothesline from hell to Steve Davids and quickly goes for the cover!

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2...


















Davids kicks out at the last possible second!

C'mon Davids! Get your ass back in this thing!

You're letting 'em make you look like a fool!

Gator steps back, allowing Steve Davids to get back to his feet under his own power. Gator charges in after him and locks him in a head scissor submission. Davids struggles against the submission and falls to one knee and grabbing the ropes simultaneously. Gator continues to wrench back on the hold.

C'mon ref! Are you fucking blind!?

He has the ropes! Break the hold!

The referee once again reminds Heyman that there is no DQ.

Davids stands upright again, then drives Gator into the mat, forcing him to release the hold.

3:06 3:05 3:04

Davids staggers back to his feet...



















HADES CREED!

Socrates nails the jumping uppercut from out of nowhere! Socrates hooks the leg of Steve Davids!

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HEYMAN PLACES DAVIDS FOOT ON THE ROPE!


Socrates gets to his feet and stares at Heyman.

I told you! It's not personal!

Meanwhile, both Gator and surprisingly, Steve Davids are getting back to their feet.

2:21 2:20 2:19

Gator turns right into Davids...









GAME OVER!


Davids nails the Praying Mantis Bomb on Gator. Socrates charges for Davids, but Davids ducks out of the way then lands a kick right into Socrates' back. Davids then grabs Socrates and delivers the Shock Wave!

Fuck it!

Pin 'em both!

Let's go get drunk!

Davids places a hand on each of his opponents as the lights yet again start to flicker.


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LIGHTS OUT!



















Several seconds of pure darkness go by. The referee can't count to three because he can't see if one or both men would get a shoulder up or kick out.

Moments later, the lights return...



















Standing behind a standing Steve Davids is Sebastian Duke, Enigma and Cain.


HOLY SHIT!

GET OUT OF THERE!


But its too late. Davids turns around and is taken down by Cain and Enigma. Davids tries to fight back, but the numbers are too much for him. Cain and Enigma lift a beaten Steve Davids up off the mat and Sebastian Duke drives him back into the mat with a devastating choke slam.

The King of Darkness then lifts Davids up...










DARKNESS FALLS!




Duke lands the inverted piledriver on Davids and then gets back to his feet. Duke and company exit the ring, stalking Heyman who is starting to back his way up the ramp.

Back in the ring, both Gator gets back to his feet and Socrates is starting to get to his. Gator lifts Davids up to his feet. Socrates tosses him toward the ropes. On the rebound, Gator delivers the Disaster Drop (Lifting Samoan Drop) to perfection!

Paul Heyman leaps over the fan barricade in order to rush back toward the ring, circumventing the Brotherhood.

Gator kips up and high fives Socrates. Both men look at Davids on the ground. They shrug and play rock, paper, scissors!

"ROCK" "ROCK"

"PAPER" "PAPER"

"SCISSORS" "SCISSORS"

"SCISSORS" "ROCK"



Socrates yells “dammit” and Gator smiles as he covers the Television champion. Both the referee and Socrates go for the count.


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3! Paul Heyman, was a second too late.

Winner via pinfall, and new XWF Television Champion: Gator

Heyman starts to get in the ring, but is grabbed by the foot by Cain. Heyman freaks out and falls to the floor and backpedals out of the way as Enigma and Sebastian Duke drag the body of Steve Davids from the ring.



I told you, Paul... he was mine first...

This time, Heyman...

I'm not giving him back until I'm damn good and ready!



The Brotherhood makes their exit with the fallen body of the former Television champion, Steve Davids.



Back in the ring, “Gardenia” plays as the official hands over the Television title to Gator. Socrates extends his hand toward Gator, and Gator doesn't think twice. The two shake hands. Gator remains all by himself as he stands in the middle of the ring, celebrating his title win.





The lights go out. The music starts to play... the lights come on very dim with a blue haze with fog smoke everywhere. Eli makes his way to the ring smiling and taking is precious time.. he's in no hurry.



The Lights dim for a brief moment a faint sound of the wind...or so you thought! Grand Belial's Key - Fecal Parturition blasts over the PA as Morbid Angel comes from the Back stage area storming down to the ring looking for blood and death!


Ladies and gentlemen, this is our MAIN EVENT!

Introducing first, the challenger: Standing at 6 ' 5 ", and weighing 290 pounds: Eli James IV!!!

His opponent: From Danzig, Germany, he stands at 6 ' 10 ", and 450. He is the UNDEFEATED, reigning Universal Champion: Morbid AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGELLL!

Morbid and Eli are nose to nose, screaming abuse at each other. Having enough of the talking Morbid uppercuts Eli. James falls away from Morbid but manages to keep his footing...

James wants more!

Morbid smacks him in the mouth.

Eli puts a finger to his lips dipping it in the small stream of blood; he looks at his blood stained fingers and smiles and laughs manically. Morbid, not one to be left out, laughs too. James face turns to a scowl and charges Angel and hits with a Clothesline from Hell! Morbid’s body flips under from the impact but quickly gets back up facing James and gives him the finger. Eli runs at him again hoping for another clothesline but Angel counters latching his hand around James’ throat and lifts him into the air and slams him onto the mat, delivering a devastating chokeslam! Morbid seems pleased with himself.

"FUCK YOU!!!"

Morbid Angel hits Eli with his dry wit. He then grabs Eli’s hair and lifts him to his feet; James continues to laugh as he is dragged up. Morbid throws a kick into Eli’s stomach, he keels over from the strike, Morbid lifts Eli into the air attempting Gott Ist Tot (Crucifix Powerbomb)! But Eli slips out of it and hits Angel with an inverted stunner! Eli quickly turns and gets Morbid into a sleeper hold. Angel flails trying to escape the hold, but James keeps it locked in, tightening his grip with every movement that Angel makes.

Madison leans in close, listening for the words ‘I give up.’ Morbid still struggles, his face turning purple! He grips Eli’s arms and tries to force them off him. Morbid pushes and pushes, slowly releasing Eli’s grip; Angel throws his head backwards into Eli’s face! He is thrown back from the force clutching his face and kicking his feet in pain.

Angel sits up, catching his breath. He turns to a fallen James and stands up, clawing at his feet, pulling James away from the ropes and goes for the cover!

Madison begins the count!



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Eli quickly kicks out.

Morbid looks frustrated, he punches James in the face and spits on him. Morbid gets to his feet and goes to the corner he begins to climb but turns back around and changes his mind as James is back on his feet, running towards Morbid on the bottom turnbuckle at full speed. With surprising agility, Morbid jumps onto the top turnbuckle, making Eli slam into the corner. Morbid manages to keep his balance as Eli rebounds off the corner, a little dazed from the collision. Morbid leaps of the top turnbuckle and hit Eli with a flying clothesline!

Both men fall to the floor, but Angel quickly gets up and immediately lifts up Eli and puts him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, but Eli quickly jumps out of it and throws Morbid against the ropes, Morbid rebounds and Eli lifts his leg into the air, looking to hit Morbid with a big boot but Angel ducks underneath his leg and runs against the ropes again. He rushes towards Eli and throws him into the air for the ‘Lo Down, but Eli counters with an improvised Lou Thesz Press!

After several punches to the face Eli rises from Morbid with arms in the air to the roaring crowd. He leans over, taunting Angel to get to his feet.

Angel slowly gets to his feet and roars before charging to Eli who awaits with open arms. Eli stops a charging Morbid with The Baptism unto Death (Big Boss Slam (baptism) and immediately locks in an arm-triangle choke)! Madison goes close examining the hold, Angel struggles but he cannot escape the hold!

Morbid stretches his arm to the ropes but they’re just out of grasp.

Morbid’s hand is hovering inches away from the mat; he curls his fingers forcing himself not to tap.

His hand hovers for a while as Madison watches over the pair.

Eli laughs as Morbid struggles in his arm-triangle choke hold.

Morbid slips out of the hold a little and slaps the mat once with both hands, he pushes up and gets to his knees, Eli is still holding Angel as he gets to his feet.

Morbid throws a series of punches into Eli’s ribs and adjusts him into a backbreaker position as Eli is forced to break is hold. Morbid lifts Eli into the air and clatters James’ side against his own knee!

Morbid still holding James lifts him up once more and places him over his shoulders and pulls down, stretching Eli’s body. Angel has Eli in The Rack!

Eli screams in pain in Angel’s hold but he somehow manages to throw his weight to one side and plant Angel with a DDT! Both men lay on the mat, gasping for breath. Eli rolls onto Morbid. Madison begins to count!


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Thre- NO! Morbid gets a shoulder up and pushes Eli off of him! Both men lie on the mat, heavily breathing. Eli throws a few elbows into Morbid’s ribs in frustration. Morbid rolls out of the way of another hit and Eli sits up shaking his head arguing the decision with John Madison.

John: "Just let me do my job, you fat asshole!"

Morbid shrugs and stomps down at Morbid, stepping on his face repeatedly.

After a five count, John tries to get Eli to stop with the stomping, but Eli continues. The count eventually runs past the ten second mark and John begins to lose his cool with Eli.

Eli finally lets up on Morbid, nearly getting himself DQed.

Eli continues to argue with John Madison when out of no where, Morbid sits up and takes down Eli with a bulldog. Morbid pins Eli.

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Kick out!

Morbid lifts Eli James up for the Gott ist Tot! (crucifix powerbomb) but Eli James punches Morbid Angel in the balls!

John Madison: "Damn it! That's it! NO MORE!"

Wait-- what?

John Madison: "That punch was too low!"

John Madison calls for the bell, and immediately the arena is filled with boos from the audience. They've already witnessed one no-contest in a title match tonight. There might be a riot if this goes down the same way.

John Madison gives his decision to the announcer while taking the Universal Championship.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended as a result of a disqualification!

Winner via Disqualification and still Universal Champion: Morbid Angel

Morbid Angel's energy:

John Madison hands Morbid Angel the Universal Title as Eli James gets into it with John.

John: "You can't just hit the man in his dong you stupid, fat fuck! Do you read the rules? I know you can read the instructions for your TV dinners. Get out of my ring, fat boy! You're a disgrace!"

Eli James decks John Madison with a right hand!

At that moment, Luca Arzegotti enters the ring to a chorus of boos.

Luca: "Are you fucking kidding me? That man is a senior official!"

John: "TELL HIM, LUCASON! I'M A SENIOR OFFICIAL!"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen..."

It's Miranda Tigris! Can she restore order like she did with the Tag Titles?

Miranda Tigris: "We can't keep doing this. Two non-decisive title match finishes on one event is inexcusable! These fans paid money to see real finishes, not this DQ or no-contest bullshit. John Madison, I am ordering you to RESTART THE MATCH under X-Treme Rules! Let's give these people what they want!"

John: "WHAT?! She can't do that Luca! TELL HER HOW THE FAT MAN STRUCK ME!"

Luca: "You can't do tha-"

Eli interrupts the two by headbutting them into each other!

Luca rolls to the outside while John falls on his ass.

Miranda Tigris: "Referee, ring the bell!"

And the match is back on!

Morbid Angel runs up behind Eli and smashes the Universal Title belt over his head! Morbid pins Eli!

...

But John Madison is still hurt from having his head rammed into Luca's!

Morbid Angel: "Make the count, you fucking pussy!"

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Kick out!

Morbid punches the ring mat and throws Eli's head between his legs. He goes for the Gott Ist Tot (Crucifix Powerbomb) but Eli shifts his weight and plants his feet behind Morbid. Eli kicks Morbid in the balls and then gives him a belly to belly suplex.

Wait a minute, who's that coming down the aisle?






Mystica!

Remember, X-Treme rules means no DQ! Eli might be in a bad way here.

Eli puts his fists up as Mystica enters the ring ready to fight.

Mystica removes his coat and yanks off his necktie.

This is it, it's going down!

Mystica runs up to Eli and they lock up!

Eli pushes Mystica into the corner. Mystica pushes back, holding Eli in the center of the ring. Mystica then pushes Eli down!

Mystica picks up the Universal Title off of the ground. He's gonna bash Eli's brains in!



BUT HE NAILS MORBID ANGEL WITH IT! What the hell? We thought he was gonna go after Eli!

Mystica stands over Morbid Angel, still holding the Universal Title in one hand. A line of blood runs down Morbid's forehead and over the bridge of his nose.

Eli James pulls Morbid up to his feet, puts him in a headlock and gives him The Cleansing (Singing followed by stunner on the knee).

Eli looks up at Mystica with a smile on his face as Mystica stands dead still with the title still in hand. Eli pins Morbid. John rolls over to make the count.

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3!

Winner and new XWF Universal Champion: Eli James IV

Mystica helps Eli James IV up to his feet while the music plays. Mystica then wraps the belt around Eli's waist.

Eli gives Mystica some instructions, and the duo begin to lift Morbid Angel up to his feet. Morbid is still dazed from getting hit in the head, but Eli and Mystica keep him on his feet and raise his hands. Morbid smiles. Does he think that he won? Victory forever!

Suddenly, the music cuts out and the arena goes pitch black...


Could it be....





Briefcase cash in?!







Uh oh...


The lights come back on... It's still just Eli, Morbid, and Mystica.


Eli looks like he's running on fumes right now.


Suddenly..




24/7 briefcase!


...



It just fucking falls from the ceiling, landing in the center of the ring!

Eli James looks down at the 24/7 briefcase and picks it up...

He doesn't know what to make of it...





And that's when ANOTHER 24/7 briefcase comes falling down from above, this time smacking Morbid Angel over the head and knocking him out.

Eli is spinning around now, trying to see where the cash in might be coming from.

But again, another briefcase falls from the ceiling.



And another...



And another...



And A BUNCH MORE!



It's...


raining


briefcases!

Hundreds of 24/7 briefcases fall from the ceiling as Eli James IV and Mystica run out of the ring, leaving Morbid Angel buried. At least half of those briefcases have to belong to Mark Flynn.

Eli James stares at the ring, amazed, as the briefcases pile up, eventually spilling out of the ring. The show ends with Eli looking down at his belt and then back up at the mountain of 24/7 briefcases in the ring.

Wow Gator congrats on your title win

OOC: Holy fuck I won. Awesome show!

OOC: Congratulations to Gator, and all the winners. I will be taking some time off from writing for the show and roleplaying but I will still lurk so speak to you all soon.

I beat Eli James! VICTORY FOREVER!

Epic ending

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion

"Gator, you white under your mask?"

"Well Swagmire, the rest of my exposed skin is white, so yeah, I'm guessing I'm white under the mask too. Why do you ask?"

"Can't have a for a champion."

"Morbid Angel equals Victory Forever

Eli James equals Eternal Victory"

Heyman, I'm going to ram my damn dick down your throat, anyway, congratulations Gator!

Quote:Morbid shrugs and stomps down at Morbid, stepping on his face repeatedly.

OOC: Talk about self abuse.

"Ah, Eli, old friend, it's back to our usual shenanigans.

Wait, is "friend" the correct word? Er...let's stick with that, then. For now."

Achievements

• 1x Tag Team Champion
  
• August 2013 Superstar of the Month (Thank you all so much!)
  
• 1x US Champion
  
• 1x X-treme Champion