As the Warfare theme blasts throughout the arena, we’re greeted with a massive pyro display inside the United Center and the gracious voice of the XWF, Jacuinde Castillo.
JC: WELCOME EVERYONE… TO CHICAGO!
With the warfare theme beginning to fade, the camera pans the capacity crowd.
JC: WELCOME! TO THE UNITED CENTER! WELCOME! TO WARFARE!
The cameras finally settle on the announce table.
JC: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Jacuinde Castillo and alongside me as always, my broadcast partner and a biweekly migraine headache, the incomparable Beautiful Brody Goodman. Brody? We are just two weeks removed from an epic Leap of Faith event from Vatican City. A night in which surprises revealed themselves and the biggest surprise of all saw Ned Kaye do what no one has done before or since Sarah Lachlan four years ago, and that’s cash in their 24/7 briefcase and leave with the Universal Championship the very night he won it.
BG: No doubt it was an exciting night with a lot of things transpiring and certainly as you mentioned, not the least of which was Sebastian Everett-Bryce defending the Universal Championship not once, but twice successively. Despite successfully defending in an epic three man encounter, Ned Kaye was victorious at the end of the night and he is our new two-time XWF Universal Champion.
JC: Leap of Faith is in the books and now, Brody, we turn the page.
BG: You’re not gonna break into song are ya?
JC: I’m not, but the XWF is on the road to Relentless! It’s the biggest, baddest show of the year and this year, the XWF turns 25 years old!
BG: It’s a milestone to be sure! Most companies like this that open up, are done before the year is out. 25 years is a hell of an achievement!
The bell rings and all eyes land on the XWF’s beautiful ring announcer, Rochelle Adams.
RA: The opening contest is set for ONE FALL! Introducing first!
RA: From Memphis, Tennessee weighing 290 pounds… CYRUSSSS BRRRRADDOCKKKK!
JC: Back in Rome at Leap of Faith, it was Cyrus Braddock that was the mystery opponent hand picked by Warfare Executive Director Thaddeus Duke to challenge Jason Cashe for the Television title!
BG: Braddock was game for most of the match, brutalizing Jason Cashe!
JC: It looked, at least for a time, that Jason Cashe’s number was up. That Cyrus Braddock was just too big of an obstacle to overcome!
BG: But Jason Cashe did what Jason Cashe does and overcame the odds and eventually defeated Big Cy Braddock to successfully defend his Television Championship!
After greeting a few fans at ringside, Braddock enters the ring and paces in circles as he awaits his opponent.
RA: From Chelsea, England weighing 238 pounds… the FORMER XWF Universal Champion! SEBASTIANNN EVERETTTT-BRYYYYYCE!
The lights in the arena dip to black in time with the sirens and beat to the opening of Sweatpants (BattleTapes Remix) by Childish Gambino, the lights then beginning to flash, alternating left and right onto the ramp. In time, the letters "S", "E", "B", and then "Empire" flash one at a time on the big screen until the lights stop flashing as the lyrics hit.
"She askin' “Why you say that?!”
The beat drops and the lights flash on the rampway again. As they do, the screen illuminates with "SEB" and then "EMPIRE" flashing on the sceen.
"Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain"
Sebastian Everett-Bryce flings his arms wide, staring up with his head covered by the hood of his jacket. He stands in the middle of the ramp, the lights beating down on him, before looking out at the crowd. He wears a long jacket with the hood pulled up over his head, zipped to the waist. The jacket, which is cut away at the bottom and only runs down the back of his legs, is patterned with an elongated Union Flag, but it’s in black and white and appears to be cracked and broken. His tights are short, with the initials SEB emblazoned upon the front.
The lights lift, and SEB makes his way to the ring, stretching his neck from side to side as he walks, his eyes focused on the ring. He climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes before standing in the middle of the ring.
"I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain"
He extends his arms once more before pulling back his hood and removing his jacket to reveal the back of his tights which read “S.E.B”
"Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!)"
He flashes his arms out to a side, a satisfied and somewhat sneery grin upon his face, he holds the position for a moment, to allow the crowd to take pictures, before moving towards his corner.
BG: I bet that really gets under his skin!
JC: What’s that?
BG: Being announced as the former Universal Champion!
JC: Well, he is the former champion, but having said that, it’s almost destined to be a focal point at Relentless! Sebastian Everett-Bryce has a guaranteed rematch coming at some point soon!
BG: Ned Kaye has something to say about that, I’m sure!
JC: It’s not up to Ned Kaye, Brody. Due to the cash-in nature of the 24/7 briefcases, it’s a strict rule that the former champion gets an automatic rematch should they lose. And I’ll go a step further and say that I’d venture to bet that Ned Kaye is looking forward to the opportunity to defend the Universal title against the former champion!
Sebastian Everett-Bryce
- vs -
Cyrus Braddock -Traditional Rules-
The bell rings and the two men circle each other for a moment. They lock horns in the center of the ring and despite some early resistance, Braddock easily backs SEB into the corner. The referee asks for and receives a clean break from the combatants.
Braddock backs off toward the center and SEB follows him. The two go to lock it up, but SEB goes low.
JC: Sebastian Everett-Bryce! Uses his wealth of experience to outsmart the big man tonight on Warfare!
BG: To be fair, outsmarting Cyrus Braddock isn’t exactly the hardest thing to do.
JC: I hope he heard you.
BG: I don’t.
After a mix of chops and punches, SEB tries to shoot Cy to the ropes. Braddock plants and puts on the brakes, reversing Seb’s toss and Seb goes to the ropes instead. On the rebound, Braddock raises his big leg but Seb ducks beneath the big boot and flies to the far side. On the second rebound, he leaps and drives his shoulder into Braddock.
JC: The mountain of a man that is Cy Braddock is unfazed!
BG: In contrast, SEB hits the mat hard!
Braddock lifts SEB from the mat and sends him to the ropes. On the rebound, Braddock goes to throttle SEB’s throat but SEB ducks beneath.
JC: Empire Kick!
BG: Caught!
Braddock catches the devastating kick and spins Seb around. Cy goes for a quick lariat, but SEB ducks beneath again. Cy turns…
BG: That got him!
JC: Empire Kick!
BG: Bruce with the cover!
JC: TWOOO andd THREE! He got him!
WINNER: SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE
[white]JC: Everett-Bryce victorious tonight on his comeback trail!
BG: He made relatively quick work of Braddock but I think the experience factor here was in play.
JC: You’re absolutely right! Braddock is still kind of a beginner whereas SEB is a world renowned megastar with worlds of experience in contrast to Braddock!
As Seb begins to make his way backstage…
Over The Weekend
Have you seen this man?
Thaddeus Duke asks as he shows a photograph to a barkeep in a seedy watering hole somewhere in Queens.
Back room.
Thanks.
Thaddeus Duke makes his way through the bar and eventually into a backroom. Scantily clad women seem to be paying particular attention to one unknown individual with much laughter and quiet talk.
Out, Thad says and the gaggle of average looking women turn their heads toward him. All of you.
Oh come on! comes the protest from the as yet unknown individual.
Thanks, Thad says as the first woman files past him.
Come again.
Get your hair did, ends are fried. Thad says.
Less makeup, more smiles, He continued to say as the ladies filed past.
Bet your father is proud, he says to the last before turning his attention to the individual in question.
Thaddeus Duke, says the man.
Thaddeus ventures into the room and takes a seat at a small round table.
Pip Collins, he replied.
For a man with a reputation as a playboy, Pip says as he sits up from the lounge in which he resides. You sure know how to spoil a good time.
How’s the drinking?
Pip raised his glass.
Never better, he replied before taking a swallow.
What are you doing with your life these days?
Pip said nothing. Instead, he chose to make a gesture as if to say “you just saw it.”
Hmmm…
There’s not much to do when you’re a dwarf that was unceremoniously fired without cause, Pip stated somewhat angrily. So I live off of my miniscule residual checks.
You took that personally, Thad surmises.
Why would I not? Pip asked rhetorically. I sat beside that clueless has-been for years! On Savage! On Warfare! On all the pay per views and I was good, Thaddeus. I was good at what I did, bringing a dark humor to the broadcasts and ohhh the XWF is going in a new direction. Years of dedicated service, never missed a show, put up with that fucking twat for far too long and one day, your fucking uncle fires me when I’m sitting in the makeup chair.
Ned Kaye weeks ago and now you. My XWF days are over, Mr. Duke, so if you don’t mind…
What if they weren’t? Duke asked as he stood from his chair.
Pip said nothing.
What if being fired from the XWF was just a means to come back stronger? More prepared for the current future? With something you didn’t have before?
And what pray tell would that be? A competent broadcast partner?
Power.
Pip Collins, XWF former color commentary extraordinaire, a man of many words, sat in a somewhat confused silence.
You have two weeks. Warfare is in New York so get yourself cleaned up. Manscape your beard a little bit and buy a new suit. If you’re interested in learning more about what I’m very cleverly not revealing just yet, you’ll be in my office and ready to sign.
Without another word, Thaddeus Duke takes his leave.
What do you mean power?
The Warfare Executive Director is gone.
Close the door!
JC: Welcome back here to Chicago…
BG: You have never looked more worried, Jacuinde!
JC: I’m not worried, I’m… concerned.
BG: Those are the same thing. You took that man's job and now he may be headed back to the XWF!
JC: No, I didn’t take his job! If you wanna get technical, you took his job!
BG: Yeah but I don’t give a damn. Duke can fire you and leave me and Pip Collins here at ringside.
JC: Anyway, we need to get back to the action.
BG: Said like a man trying to change the subject.
JC: We can sit here and fill what remains of these two hours with us going back and forth about who is or isn’t getting fired, but I promise, we have actual work to do in the meantime.
BG: It’s been a tough road for Centurion, who since rescuing his career from Madison Dyson hasn’t quite had things go his way.
JC: That’s one way to put it. And I think Cent may even agree. But tonight he gets to put it on the line against the newcomer Adam Garcia. Both these guys have a reputation as ring technicians. Let’s see how this plays out.
RA: The following contest is set for ONE FALL! Introducing first! From Málaga, Andalucía, Spain weighing 217 pounds… ADAMMM GARRRCCCIIIAAAA!
The stadium lights slowly dim until the arena is in deep darkness. Rage Against The Machine's "How I Could Just Kill a Man" starts to play and some of the crowd boo. Some however... Few in fact, support the entrance of the Spanish wrestler. The lights turn a golden yellow and crimson red as Adam Garcia slowly makes his way to the ring steps, after hitting them he quickly climbs them, jumping over the third rope and placing himself in the center of the ring, where he holds his hand in a "rock" position imitating the horns of a bull to his heart, then to his lips and finally to the sky. As he waits for the bout to start, he throws his coat to the outside of the ring and hands his glasses to the referee.
JC: Adam Garcia! Made his XWF pay per view debut at Leap of Faith in impressive, if not unsuccessful fashion!
BG: He showed he belongs without question!
JC: Tonight, he’s faced with a stiff one on one contest!
BG: How dare you!?
JC: How dare I what!?
BG: I can’t believe you just sat here and made a joke about Centurion’s age!
JC: I didn’t! I just said… oh… now I get it.
RA: His opponent! From Atlantic City, New Jersey weighing 190 pounds! CENNNNTURRRRIONNNNN!
The fans are still on their feet when “Wild Thing” hits and the legendary Centurion appears at the top of the ramp. He looks incredibly focused as he walks to the ring, using the ring steps to get in before climbing to the top turnbuckle to survey the crowd and then hopping down to draw a bead on Adam Garcia.
JC: One of the absolute greatest of all time and quite possibly, the most decorated XWF star of all time!
BG: Yeah but he ain’t gettin’ anywhere livin’ off his past!
JC: He’s not trying to.
Adam Garcia
- vs -
Centurion -Traditional Rules-
The bell rings and the young newcomer and the elder legend circle each other for a series of tense moments. Garcia makes the first move, locking up with Centurion and pushing him into the ropes. Garcia then whips Centurion, but Centurion counters the whip and sends Garcia instead. On the rebound, Centurion drops Garcia with a russian leg sweep before floating over and locking in a headlock.
Garcia powers up off the canvas but Cent still has the head lock in. Garcia shivs his opponent with a couple punches to the ribs, but Cent maintains the headlock and parlays it into a headlock takedown, followed by a brutal kick to the back of Garcia’s head.
Centurion waits for Garcia to get up and he does, looking pissed.
JC: Early momentum going to the veteran here.
BG: Stay within yourself, Garcia!
Garcia locks up with Centurion, but Centurion counters, gets behind him, and goes for a suplex. But Garcia counters, back elbows Centurion, gets behind him instead and drops him with a half and half suplex! Garcia for the early pin!
1….
2…NOPE!
JC: Centurion with the kickout and this match rolls on!
BG: Garcia in firm control now! He’s ripe, take him!
Garcia stays on the attack then, picking Centurion up and drilling him with a series of forearm strikes before whipping him into the corner and splashing him there! Centurion stumbles out right into a big time lariat from Adam Garcia who covers Centurion again!
1….
2…NO! Another kickout!
JC: I don’t know what Adam Garcia is thinking here trying to put Centurion away so quickly, but it’s unlikely to work.
BG: It’s not about whether or not it’ll work, Jacuinde! It’s about applying pressure and forcing your opponent to expel more of their energy while you take a breath, or lose!
Garcia picks Centurion up once more, but this time Centurion surprises him with an uppercut, and then a series of chops before landing a picture perfect standing dropkick that levels the young man. Garcia gets up quickly though, and turns right into a waiting BLOODY SYMPHONY from Centurion! The crowd oooooohs and Centurion covers!
1….
2….
3..
JC: NO! Garcia lifts a shoulder!
BG: Garcia got rocked by that strike though you can see it in his eyes!
Centurion stays on the advantage now, lifting Garcia up and snake eyeing him on the turnbuckle, followed by a deep arm drag back into the center and another drop kick straight to Garcia’s spine. Centurion then picks Garcia up and drops him over his knee with a backbreaker!
Garcia starts crawling towards the corner and Centurion grabs his foot, but Garcia is able to kick him off and get vertical. Garcia circles Centurion and goes for a wide lariat but Centurion ducks, gets under Garcia and delivers a fireman's carry takedown, followed by a seated arm bar on the canvas! The ref gets low to see if Garcia taps out but he refuses, biting and clawing his way towards the bottom rope to break the hold.
BG: Garcia needs to get out of Centurion’s clutches post haste here!
JC: And Centurion needs to keep the pressure on! Two men on different ends of the career spectrum here tonight on Warfare! Adam Garcia looking to notch a signature win over one of the greatest of all time!
BG: Conversely, Centurion looks to right the Costa Concordia that is his listing ship of a career!
After a few minutes of power struggle, Garcia is finally able to kick an ankle up on the bottom rope and break the hold. Centurion does do so at the ref’s order, but he grabs hold of Garcia and picks him up into a grapple. Centurion goes to hit a suplex, but somehow Garcia drops behind him and nails his own german suplex on Cent. Garcia bridges it into a pin!
1….
2…
3..!
JC: NO! Centurion kicks out.
BG: Aye, but he was surprised by that one!
Both men get vertical now. Garcia leans in with a flying punch, but Centurion blocks and lashes out with a chop that stuns Garcia. Centurion keeps chopping Garcia back into the corner where finally Garcia counters, grabs Cent and tosses HIM in the corner, where he proceeds to sink in a number of deep shoulder thrusts followed by a wild beal toss that brings Centurion back into the middle of the ring.
Centurion rolls to his feet only to be met with a stiff clothesline by Garcia. Then, wasting little time, Garcia climbs to the top turnbuckle and signals for a moonsault. He tackles flight!
BUT…
JC: HE CRASHES AND BURNS!
BG: CENTURION GETS HIS KNEES UP!
Garcia’s ribcage slams down on Cent’s knee caps and he rolls off, clutching his midsection in pain. Centurion then leaps on top of him with a cover!
1….
2….
3…
JC: BARELY BUT NOI! Garcia kicks out!
BG: Centurion not looking happy that that counter didn’t put the youngster away.
JC: Adam Garcia is young and resilient!
BG: Two things Centurion is not!
JC: I’ll give you the young part, but Centurion has proven resilience over the years!
Centurion slaps his hand on the canvas and waits for Adam Garcia to crawl his way to a standing position using the ropes. Centurion then drills Garcia with a big time Saito suplex! And then he signals for the 1000 Mile Slam! This draws a pop from the crowd! Centurion picks Garcia up for the toss….but Garcia sinks behind him and drags him down with a reverse neckbreaker!
BG: Whoa, just like that, the young stud is back in the driver’s seat!
JC: Stud!? Are you attracted to our newest XWF signing?
BG: Maybe a little. Don’t judge me, Jacuinde!
Although Garcia still seems to be favoring his ribs, he grapples Centurion up. Centurion fights back with a right hand which Garcia blocks, and rocks Centurion with a nasty backfist! Garcia then takes hold of Centurion and drills him with a picture perfect Michinoku driver!
BG: Oh wow that’s gotta be it!
1….
2….
3!!!
Garcia rises to his feet, ecstatic over the win. But the ref is trying to tell him something.
BG: Garcia did it!
JC: Sorry pal, but Centurion's foot was under the bottom rope!
BG: OH what bullshit!
Back in the ring, Garcia is in a heated argument with the XWF official. Garcia insists on the three count but the referee respectfully disagrees. Garcia disrespectfully disagrees right back and shoves the referee. The official gets back in Garcia’s face and shovers him right back.
JC: CENTURION WITH THE ROLL UP!
1…
2…
3!??????????????????????????
JC: Garcia kicks out!
BG: That was too close for comfort!
Garcia pops back to his feet before Centurion and shoots himself across the ring. On the rebound he leaps into the air, but Centurion counters!
JC: The Fall of Rome!
BG: NOOOOOO!
Garcia knows what’s coming and fights and fights and fights to not let Centurion turn him over into the elevated crab. Garcia’s wriggling and writhing inches him closer to the ropes. Cent though, puts on the brakes and flips Garcia over. Before he can lock it in, Garcia escapes through the bottom rope and down to the floor igniting a booing response from the passionate ChicAHHHgo chapter of the XWF Universe.
Back on his feet, Garcia takes his time re-entering the ring. Once he does, he inadvertently let his guard down…
JC: OH BABY! THE GRAND FINALE!
BG: THAT SHOULD BE AN AUTOMATIC DISQUALIFICATION!
A wry smile creases Centurion’s lips after hitting Adam Garcia with his own move. Cent hooks the leg.
1!
2!
3!???????????????????????????????????????????/
JC: Garcia with a kick out! That was CLOSE!
BG: Good! Good! C’mon Garcia! Right that wrong! He just disrespected you by stealing your own damn move!
Centurion is back to his feet. He brings his hands to his face as he begins to pace in circles around the sprawled out Adam Garcia.
JC: What’s goin’ through his mind!?
BG: Probably social security.
Garcia rolls to his stomach and starts to grit his way back to his feet. Centurion lays off and waits just out of Garcia’s line of sight. Just as Garcia begins to get upright, Centurion pounces, trapping Adam’s head between his thighs to the delight of the crowd.
JC: Will we see it!?
BG: …see what?
Centurion lifts, then powers Adam Garcia to his shoulders…
JC: Fabula Nova Crystallus!
…
NO!
After hoisting Garcia up and before planting him with the One Winged Angel, Centurion’s knees buckle causing Garcia to come awkwardly crashing down on top of him. Garcia rolls off as Cent lies in what looks like a fetal position but in reality, he’s clutching both of his knees. Stunned and worried faces adorn the collective faces of the crowd.
JC: The main concern here, is Centurion okay?
BG: I want so badly to make jokes right now, but that looked terrible.
JC: You can see on the replay, right before his knees give out, Centurion winces in pain!
BG: I’m hard on Centurion. Maybe unfairly, but… I don’t want him to permanently disable himself.
In the ring, Garcia is back to his feet. He attempts to go in after Centurion but the referee blocks his path and holds him back.
JC: Oh dear… the official just threw up the “X” sign and we all know what that means.
With quickness, XWF EMT’s make their way to the ring to check on Centurion. The wily veteran remains on the mat where he landed moments ago, still clutching his ailing knees. The EMT’s sit him up and begin to help him to his feet only for him to shove them off and start firing insults. The emergency personnel vacate the ring and the official signals to Garcia to resume.
Centurion starts to get back to his feet and like he just did moments ago, Garcia this time pounces, placing Centurion’s head between his thighs.
JC: Not like this!
BG: YES! JUST LIKE THIS!
Adam Garcia uses Centurion’s own maneuver that went horribly wrong earlier, planting Centurion on the mat and hooking the leg.
1!
2!
3!???????????????????????????????????????????
3!
WINNER: Adam Garcia
JC: Adam Garcia!
BG: OH MY GOD!
JC: He did it!
BG: He just beat Centurion with his own move!
JC: Adam Garcia goes to victory lane tonight in impressive fashion! He’ll visit the pay window this evening!
BG: Listen! I talk a lot of smack about Centurion! And I say that probably every week, but beating him is no easy task and I have to wonder, Jacuinde… if Centurion’s knees didn’t give out… is the outcome the same?
JC: It’s a legitimate question but the answer doesn’t matter! No matter how you slice it, Adam Garcia is the deserving victor here tonight!
BG: It’s now on Garcia to light that proverbial rocket himself and shoot for the stars!
Centurion remains in the ring as Garcia makes his way to the back. Before Garcia passes through the curtain, Thaddeus Duke emerges. Thad gives Garcia a slap on the back before making his way toward the ring without music or fanfare.
Cent has made it to a seated position as the Chicagoans applaud the legend.
Duke stands at ringside and beckons a mic from Rochelle Adams but neglects to enter the ring.
I’m startin’ to wonder, Andy, if it’s too late.
I can’t help but watch you come out here week after week on this show tryna recapture old glory.
Yet week after week, you fail to live up to your own expectations. You’ve routinely failed to beat anyone and I mean no disrespect to any of those that have picked up a victory over you over the last few months. This is NOT the Centurion that has his bust in the Hall of Legends. This is NOT the Centurion that holds the all time record for XWF wins. This is NOT the Centurion that is perhaps the most decorated megastar to ever bleed the black and blue.
You got passed over for Leap of Faith and I get it. It makes you question everything. It makes you wonder if any of this is worth it anymore.
But I can stand here and look at you in your sad tired eyes and say that YOU Centurion… on the 25th anniversary of the company YOU helped build… YOU… will NOT… be left OUT…
I said a second ago that maybe it’s too late.
And… maybe it is, but only you can prove everyone wrong! Only you can silence all doubt because at Relentless, Centurion… two generations that built the very foundation that this company resides on will meet one on one for the first time ever and no… Centurion… there will be no challenge… this is an official booking.
At the 25th anniversary of the XWF, on the show of shows of Relentless… Centurion, you will face me one on one.
Thad lays the mic on the mat and makes his exit as quickly as he arrived.
JC: If that’s not a seal of approval, then I don’t know what is!
BG: Two cornerstones of the XWF! Duke and Centurion one on one at Relentless!
JC: That’s a big announcement and at the very least, the Executive Director of Warfare still believes in Centurion!
BG: These fans still do too!
JC: Stay with us!
The Orun sun floods into Isaiah's room, casting a warm glow on his bare skin and bringing life to his face. With a yawn, his stretched out in bed, running a lazy hand along the pale skin of his lover while rolling over.
The wafting scent of breakfast made it's way to his senses, and with a quick peck on Chaeryoungs face, Isaiah swung his legs over the bed and got onto his feet.
He'd started hearing murmurings` of a new mission his father had cooking, a potential threat to the nation state that had started brewing somewhere in Southeast Asia, Singapore perhaps? The series of losses Isaiah had faced in the ring had got him itching for a win, any win… and this new mission - one with a purpose grander than himself, felt like the perfect opportunity.
Slipping on his linen gown and slides, Isaiah blew kiss to Chae before making his way down the hall. A series of screens behind him were playing a mix of wrestling matches and global news.
As he pushed the door open to his room, and out into the royal courts, Isaiah met his father's trusted guardian, Hosea, waiting for him in attention.
“ ‘Sea, everything alright?”
“Good morning Isaiah, a little late for you, isn't it?”
“Thought I'd get some sleep before the big mission everyone's been talking about.”.
“The mission everyone… Spoke about.”
“Hm?”
“You're not on it Isaiah. The King sent out a team early this morning… While you were aslee-”
“What, who?”
“-p, He would rather you went and focused on your training. The cardio scores have been dipping this week, he wants hand you more of the trees power until you get them to stand-”
“Back. Track. Who did he send?”.
“Some of your friends were showing promise.”
“My friends? Ones dead and the other is in my bed.”
“Master Kaye, obviously… And another partner that was recommended to him as particularly resourceful.”
“He sent Ned…?”
“Master Kaye has been effective before, and he seems eager to help you-”
“Help me? By taking my…”
“Master Noah is waiting in the dojo, breakfast will be served after your morning session.”
Hosea took a step back before shimmering with immense arcane power, and vanishing before Isaiah's very eyes.
One half of the tag-team champions stood, shoulders slumped, as his brain raced.
JC: We’re back here on Warfare and folks, tonight, we’ll give way for this tag team championship match to Them No Good Bastards, Bobby Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles. Guys?
TK: Well, Bobby, looks like these two teams are going to fight to see who’s champion.
BB: That’s right, brother Knuckles, this might be our tag team division but this is our premier match-up of the night for those prestigious XWF Tag Team Championships.
Flynn and Razor tie up, and Razor comes around with a big hammerlock on Flynn. Flynn back elbows Razor, and counters into a hammerlock! Razor counters into an arm wrench! Flynn counters into a top wrist lock! Razor counters with a hammerlock! Flynn with a snap mare to Razor, into a chinlock! Razor pivots the hips and counters into the hammerlock again! Flynn grabs the top rope and uses it to push Razor off! Razor rolls back, comes back, and sets in the hammerlock, then hits a forearm to Flynn’s neck! Flynn counters into a rear waistlock, and he goes for the back drop suplex! NO! Razor flips out and lands on his feet, and Flynn pivots! Both men lock their gaze on one another!
TK: Flynn and Razor are real ring tacticians!
BB: Technicians.
TK: That too!
Razor slowly backs into his corner and tags in Hixx, and Flynn receives a blind tag from Ned. Ned and Hixx go to tie up, but Ned sashay’s out of the way of Hixx at the last moment! Hixx cracks her neck and she and Ned go to tie up again, but instead Ned hits a side knee lift to Hixx’s abdomen! Ned with a swift forearm to Hixx’s back! Ned with a leg kick to the back of Hixx’s thigh, sending her to a knee! Ned shoots off the rope and comes back looking to his the Notorious Knee! NO! Hixx rolls back and Ned misses! Ned to his feet, but is hit with a back kick from Hixx! Roundhouse kick from Hixx to Ned, backing him into a corner!
TK: The Universal Champ is cornered!
BB: The worst place to be in the ol’ squared circle!
Hixx hits a running shoulder block, catching Ned on the chin, before hucking him up-and-over with a huge belly-to-back suplex!
Hixx drops into a cover…
1!
Tw-
In a flash, Flynn storms out of the corner and stomps Hixx in the side!
Hixx turns and shoves Flynn onto his back so hard, Flynn backward rolls onto his feet, and quickly dips back onto the apron, grabbing the tag rope!
BB: Flynn clearly looking to avoid any scrap that he doesn’t have to get into, a trait that makes him a terrible tag partner. And I say that from firsthand experience.
Hixx turns her attention back towards Kaye, grabbing him by the hair… NO! Kaye latches onto the back of Hixx’s head and delivers a jawbreaker that rocks Hixx back toward the ropes!
Hixx, rubbing her jaw, goes for a double leg takedown on the Universal champ! NO! He sidesteps it with a drop toe hold, dropping Hixx facefirst on the mat! As Hixx lies facedown on the mat, Kaye neatly rolls, transitioning into a flying scissor heel hook, twisting Hixx’s leg!
TK: Mat rasslin’, huh? This is what the fucking tag-team division has come to. Mat rasslin’?
BB: Someone throw a pie at these clowns!
Kaye bridges his body to exacerbate pressure on Hixx’s knee! The official leans over Latoya, asking if she’d like to t-
But Razor leaps over the ropes, and delivers a double-footed stomp to Kaye’s chest, breaking the hold!
Flynn dashes into the ring, barking and chomping at the bit, but the official blocks his entry as Razor slips back into his corner.
TK: Clearly a little animosity between these two teams!
BB: Finally feels like someone added oil to the pan, ‘cuz we’ve finally got some sizzle in the ring.
As Kaye cradles his aching gut, Hixx limps across the ring to tag in her partner. Blade sizes up his opponent from behind… Kaye gingerly rises to his kness…
As Blade breaks into a sprint! Delivering a running knee lift to the side of Kaye’s dome! Kaye drops to the mat as Blade breaks into a cover!
1!
Tw-!
Again, Flynn storms in an-
Blade springs up, arms raised, ready to tag Flynn across the jaw for attempted interference! But, the moment the pinfall stops, Flynn slips backwards, rolling under the bottom rope, back up the steps, and onto the apron!
TK: Blade and Hixx are picking on dimwit Flynn’s tricks here.
BB: Flynn may have not gotten a cheapshot in, but he still managed to break up the count.
Blade impatiently scoops Kaye off the mat, scooping him into a front facelock, looking for a snap suplex. NO! Ned steps forward, driving his shoulder into Blade’s gut, pressing the American Nightmare into the champion’s corner!
Flynn reaches through the ropes to sneak a blind tag in on Kaye’s back, but Blade muscles Kaye out of the corner, pushing him backwards! Kaye wraps his foot around Blade’s ankle, trying to drag Blade to the mat… But Blade, using every bit of strength he has, refuses to give an in-
TAG!
Flynn, seeing he can’t go for Ned’s back, reaches down and narrowly clips Kaye’s extended ankle with the tips of his fingers! The referee claps, acknowledging that a tag has been made!
TK: Flynn’s been in the tag rasslin’ game so long, he knows every road to get to where he wants to go.
BB: But, does he actually want to share a ring with Razor Blade?
TK: Why wouldn’t he? They're on the same level!
Blade manages to exert control, shoving Kaye onto his back! Just as Flynn climbs to the top rope…
Blade turns around to jawjack at Fl-
WHAM! Picture perfect missile dropkick off the top-rope from Mark Flynn! Razor gets dropped flat onto his back! Kaye, now not the legal man, slips out under the bottom rope!
Flynn works his way upright, at the same time as Razor, who is hopping mad!
Blade swings with a right hand! Flynn ducks it and connects with a chop across the chest! Flynn tries a left… Flynn ducks, and tucks his head under Blade’s shoulder, before lifting Blade into the air for a Northern Lights Suplex!
The official counts!
1!
2!
TH-NO! Blade forces a shoulder up with authority, breaking Flynn’s bridge over his body!
BB: Blade clearly possessing a size advantage over Mark Flynn. As does Hixx for that matter.
TK: Not the first time Flynn’s been the smallest guy in a scrap.
BB: …Come to think of it, I think the referee might be bigger than Mark Flynn.
Kaye retakes his team’s corner, grabbing the tag rope… as Flynn latches onto his opponent with a wristlock, trying to slow Blade’s angry offensive barrage!
BB: Blade was in the mood to chain wrestle before, but now, I think he just wants to pummel Mark Flynn.
TK: The Bastardly father above knows that everytime we step into the ring with Mark Flynn that happens.
BB: How about ‘every time I think about Mark Flynn’?
TK: Well fucking said Bobby.
Flynn neatly transitions from a wristlock to a hammerlock, taking Blade’s back. NO! Blade ELBOWS Flynn right in the eye, driving him back toward the ropes!
The official delivers a warning about elbow strikes to Blade, but Blade ignores it, charging Flynn with a right hand… NO! Flynn ducks the blow and catches Razor under the arm… Spins him in the air!
Atomic drop! Driving Razor Blade toward the ropes, his throat draped against that middle rope! Flynn reflexively springs out to the apron… Looking for his signature Counter-Point running knee lift on the apron!
Flynn charges in…
BUT BLADE COUNTERS! HE RISES UPRIGHT AND NEARLY DECAPITATES FLYNN WITH A CLOTHESLINE ON THE APRON!
Flynn hits the edge of the ring HARD on his back!
BB & TK: That’s the hardest part of the ring!
TK: Jinx, you owe me a beer.
Flynn rolls onto his front as Blade rolls under the bottom rope to continue the onslaught! Kaye, trying to protect his partner, hops off the apron to break things up…
But Blade calls out Ned leaving his tag area to the official! The official slides under the bottom rope, ordering Kaye back to his corner!
Kaye tries to reach past the official to Blade… Who scoops Flynn up… AND DELIVERS A SNAP SUPLEX ONTO THE PADDED CONCRETE! Flynn’s face contorts in agony as he cradles his spine!
BB: All of a sudden, momentum is shifting! We could be looking at new tag team champions tonight!
TK: Goddamn, Flynn sure would look stupid, heh, if he complained about how many title shots American Storm gets, and they win their first gold by beating him.
BB: That too!
Blade shoves Flynn under the rope. Kaye, realizing his efforts to aid his partner might’ve done more harm than good in this instance, acquiesces and hops back on the apron, grabbing the tag rope!
Blade drops to a cover on the severely hurt Flynn!
The official drops to count!
1!
2!
THRE-NO! Flynn twists a shoulder off the mat!
Blade grabs Flynn by the scruff of the neck, dragging him into the American Storm corner, where he tags in Latoya Hixx!
Hixx and Blade shove Flynn against the ropes, both dropping their shoulders!
BACK BODY DROP IN STEREO! Both their combined powers shove Flynn a good eight feet into the air, where he flips, painfully landing on a disc in his back!
Blade steps back outside as Hixx hooks Flynn by the inside leg!
1!
2!
THRE-NOOOOO!
Flynn manages to shove the shoulder opposite his hooked leg off the mat!
TK: That shit stain Flynn is using every veteran trick he knows to keep his and Ned’s chances alive here. I fucking hate this guy!
Hixx, with her incredible strength, deadlifts Flynn off the ground… She points to the sky! And secures Flynn off his feet INTO HER TRADEMARK BEARHUG!
Hixx squeezes with the olympian might in her biceps, crushing the life out of Flynn, whose arms shake as the official asks if he’d like to submit!
Kaye calls out, telling Mark to hang on!
TK: Hixx has Flynn dead-to-rights here, in the exact center of the ring! The part of the ring that the hardest to reach the ropes from!
BB: That’s also the softest part of the ring, for the record! But commentators never bring that factoid up!
Mark’s arms… start to droop at his sides! Hixx grits her teeth, inches away from securing the tag titles for American Storm!
The official reaches for Flynn’s arm to check his consciousness as his head droops backw-
WHAM! All of a sudden, Flynn whips his skull forward, catching Hixx with a VICIOUS HEADBUTT to her forehead!
Hixx drops onto her back as Flynn flops onto his face, sputtering and coughing as air rushes back into his lungs!
BB: Flynn famously has the hardest head in the XWF.
TK: Even harder than that on dude, what’s his fucking name? Oh, yeah, Hawaiian Hardhead?
BB: …Flynn famously has the second* hardest head in the XWF.
Kaye smacks the corner turnbuckle, begging for Flynn to make the tag! Blade smacks his own corner, telling Hixx to make it back herself!
Flynn crawls, arm-over-arm… Making it closer and closer to the Universal champion! Hixx makes the same effort… But Blade can already see his partner falling behind in the race! Blade leaps over the ropes! He charges and grabs Flynn by the ankle, dragging him backwards! Flynn delivers a measured kick to Blade’s face and starts scrambling for a dive! But Blade gets in front of him, blocking the effort!
Blade latches his head under Flynn’s arm, seeking to shove Flynn back into the American Storm corner, driving him backward with his shoulder… NO! Flynn grips the American Nightmare by the skull and DROPS him to the mat with a DDT!
Hixx makes it to her corner first… But, her partner is laying facedown on the mat!
And Flynn crawls toward Kaye, whose hand is shaking, desperate for the hot tag!
Hixx springs out of her corner, grabbing Flynn by his ank-NO! Flynn, that slippery eel escapes her grip and dives! HE TAGS NED KAYE!
Kaye springs over the top rope as Hixx charges in!
BB: The Storm is coming…
SHOTGUN DROPKICK!
TK: Oh, and the Storm just got her chest caved in!
BB: He ruined that nice chest!
TK: What a prick!
Hixx gets driven backwards, rolling onto her feet… Just in time for Ned Kaye to catch her with a Notorious Knee to the skull, driving her backwards!
Hixx bounces off the turnbuckle into Ned’s arms, who secures a front facelock, lifting her into the air…
BRAINBUSTER! Hixx gets dropped flat onto her skull! Kaye hooks the leg!
BB: The champs may retain here…
The official counts!
1!
2!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOO! Razor Blade dives in from off the mat to break up the count, diving on top of the Universal champion with a pair of elbows!
BB: Blade clearly taking to heart Hixx’s comments about him letting her down the last time they had a shot at tag gold! Refusing to let this match slip out of their fingers.
TK: Close call for American Storm, but their championship hopes are liek the goddamn Bee Gees, mother fuckers, stay alive!
BB: For now…
Blade scrambles to his feet, beating Kaye upright, delivering a CLUBBING forearm down to the Universal champion’s back… A second! A third! From the champion’s corner, Flynn springs up… AND DIVE CLOTHESLINES Razor Blade, taking himself and the American Nightmare up-and-over the top rope!
Inside the ring, Hixx works herself upright as Kaye remains on his knees, shaking off Blade’s hammering blows… Hixx wastes no time, scooping Kaye under the arms, securing her finishing move, THE BEARHUG!
Kaye’s eyes wince, his teeth grit! As the Storm squeezes every bit of life out of the Universal Champion! The official asks if Kaye wants to continue! Kaye…
Kaye!
…
Kaye backward rolls! Hixx gets surprised off her vertical base and onto her back as Kaye wraps his arms, hooking Hixx by her ankles onto her shoulders! The official counts!
1!
2!
THRE-NO! Hixx narrowly kicks out!
Kaye flips backwards onto his feet as Hixx charges forward with a clothesline! NO! Kaye ducks and scoops Hixx onto his shoulders!
EGO DEATH!
The Universal champ, spent by that rapidfire sequence, exhaustedly hooks Hixx’s leg as the official counts!
Outside the ring, Blade tries to roll back under the ropes!
1!
…But, Flynn secures him in a waistlock!
2!
Blade elbows Flynn in the face and rolls under the ropes…
…
BUT IT’S TOO LATE!
THREEEEEEEEEE!
TK: This is bullshit. The American Storm had this one won. I don’t give a fuck what we just saw!
BB: Agreed.
WINNERS AND STILL XWF TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS: "NOTORIOUS" NED KAYE & MARK FLYNN
JC: The champions came to defend tonight, and they’ll walk out, still the Tag Team Champions!
BG: The Storm came for Kaye and Flynn, but in the end, The Storm passed over!
As the referee holds up both Mark and Neds hands in the air, and the Tag Champs brandish their defended title high, “Black Out The Sun” hits the speakers.
"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”
The lights shift from the stars, the defending champions in the centre and to the top of the ramp as Prince Adeyemi walks out to a mixed reaction. He has a smile painted on his face. Walking down the ramp in his leather jacket, jeans and boots - Isaiah seems to ignore every fan on his way down.
Ned and Mark grin widely at him, holding up the titles they'd defending under freebird rules, their titles.
Latoya Hixx and and Razor Blade meet the Prince halfway, rubbing their bruises as they made their way backstage. Adeyemi stops between them, and just as they walk past him, find this smile shifting into a sneer.
Adeyemi swings around, slamming a discus elbow into the back of Hixx, sending her crashing into the ramp. Blade stumbles out of the way, caught off guard, only to meet a swinging heel kick to the side of his head.
Adeyemi brushes off his shoulders and makes his way back towards the ring without a stutter. Ned looks to him, all rejoicing turned into concern.
”Isaiah! What the heck was that?”
”Ye I’m not sure this is my kind of parteehh”
Slipping into the ring, Isaiah’s eyes flicker between the Universal Championship around Ned’s waist, and the Tag belts he has hoisted in his hand.
The music dies down as Isaiah reaches for a microphone.
“Congratulations you two, real nice showing out there… Didn’t really get to catch it, y’know… Being surprised the belts were even being defended.”
Ned looks at Isaiah with confusion.
”Duke just needed the belts defended, I thought you weren’t going to be around today-”
”Oh that’s real convenient… Isn’t it? Just thought I wasn’t going to be around, just like how I wasn’t going to be in Singapore, just like how I didn’t des-”
Isaiah catches himself for a moment, inhaling deeply while the look of confusion on Ned’s face only stretches more. Mark Flynn takes a few cautious steps behind Ned.
”I’m confused I was told you were taking a break..-”
”-Fuck it.”
Isaiah slams the microphone into Ned’s head, hunching his partner over before slamming a knee right into Ned’s forehead. With the exhaustion of the match slowing him down, Ned can’t seem to react before he’s sent flying towards the ropes, dropping his title to the mat.
Mark jumps into action and goes to grab Isaiah, trying to stop his assault, just as Isaiah jukes out of the way and let’s Ned crash right into his other partner. Mark slumps into the mat, having clashed skull-first into Ned.
Ned has a hand on Mark as he tries to pull himself back to his feet, and just as he’s in a kneeling position, Isaiah runs the ropes, leaps off the ground and sends his knee slamming into the back of Ned’s head.
Ned crashes ontop Mark, sprawled on the mat.
Isaiah places a foot on Ned’s back, bending down to pick up Ned’s half of the Tag Titles.
”1, 2… 3. I’ll be bringing this one back home, partner”
The stadium lights cut to black.
JC: Is trouble afoot for the tag champions?
BG: Afoot? You’re so lame, Jacuinde!
JC: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re back after surprise production difficulties caused by one-half of the tag champions, attacking his partner and his substitute, Mark Flynn.
BG: Despite some clear tension between the three, Kaye and Flynn did manage to secure the victory here tonight over American Storm!
American Storm stands in the center of the ring, breathing heavily, comparing notes on what happened as the production team rushes to get lights and sound back online!
JC: American Storm, recovering after a hardfought match, where they came inches close to securing tag-team gold!
BG: Close only counts in horseshoes and horseshoe-shaped hand grenades, JC!
Meanwhile, outside the ring, the Bastards, Bourbon and TK, hand over their headsets…
BG: Much thanks to the Bastards for their insightful commentary over the tag title match! We’ll be taking things over for the rest of the even-
Suddenly, Robbie and TK slip under the bottom rope! American Storm spins…
DOUBLE CLOTHESLINES to the American Storm from Them No Good Bastards!
JC: An ambush from TNGB on American Storm!
Bourbon shoves Blade by the face into the corner… As TK heaves Hixx off the mat into Thunderstrike Leg DDT position…
Bobby signals that he’s ready to take Latoya Hixx on a ride… He sizes her up for a Bobbybo-
BLADE bursts out of the corner and starts hammering Bourbon in the back with right hands!
At the same time, Hixx grabs TK by the back of the neck and heavs him to the mat, pummeling him with mounted strikes!
JC: Oh my! Apparently, American Storm has life in them yet!
[white]BG: I can’t imagine the Bastards had this in mind for their attack, JC!
TK eventually grabs the bottom rope and slips out of the ring, avoiding further attacks from Latoya Hixx!
Bourbon’s 291-pound form tries again to overpower Blade off of him… But Blade uses that shove to hit the ropes! And dropkick Robbie Bourbon up-and-over the top rope!
The Bastards have been knocked out to backpedaling up the ramp…
And American Storm isn’t letting up the assault, chasing them back through the curtain!
JC: Wow! It looks like American Storm is venting some of their anger about their match, using the Bastards as a punching bag!
BG: The production team says all four are heading towards the parking lot! If the action continues out there, you KNOW we’ll keep you updated! Stay tuned!
As we return from commercial break we see Thaddeus Duke returning to his office but after he takes a couple of steps in he comes to a stop.
Who the hell are you?
Looking towards his desk as someone sits in his chair with its back turned towards him and then it slowly turns around to reveal a blonde young woman dressed in a black business suit with a sinister smile on her face.
Jessica Parker: I'm just The Brat Jessica Parker and I'm here to simply introduce you to The Worst Generation.
Thaddeus Duke looks confused for a moment as he tries to figure out what the hell is going on.
Worst Generation?
Jessica smirks and then motions his attention towards the big screen that hangs on the wall in the office as it flickers on and we see two individuals that the XWF audience isn't used to seeing putting a beatdown on Blade and Hixx in the parking lot area. One of the unknown individuals grabs Blade by his head and throws him face first into a parked car window, glassh shatters everywhere and that bust him wide open and Blade lays lifeless with blood pouring out, while the other individual takes hold of Hixx and hits a DDT on the hood of a car. They then stack the duo on top of each other and then stomp them out until their satisfied with their work and then one the individuals grabs the camera and makes it focus on them.
Unknown Individual: My name is The Toxic King Kyrie Ali.
The other unknown individual turns the camera towards him.
Unknown Individual #2: And my name is The Problem Child Kenny Drake.
Both of them smirk.
Kenny and Kyrie: And we are THE WORST GENERATION.
Kyrie King: So this XWF, where the best wrestle at huh?
Kyrie smirks as he looks at Kenny.
Kenny Drake: That's s what they say bro.
Kyrie nods his head in amusement.
Kyrie Ali: Well that's good to know because we the smoke with the best, we've come to the XWF to face your best because we were told what we were doing down in Discovery Pro Wrestling wasn't good enough. So we decided that means we have to come to the XWF and come came for those No Good Bastards, that means we came here for the Patheon, that means we definitely came here for the XWF Tag Team Championships and we came here to cement ourselves and prove that Worst Generation is the very best damn tag team in the world.
Kyrie Ali pauses for a moment.
Kyrie Ali: So going forward this means everyone's day from now on while we are here is going to get Worst, especially for the tag team division.
Kenny turns the camera back to him.
Kenny Drake: So Thaddeus and especially the Tag Team Champions I want you to remember for every team we have to decimate like this to get what we want just know their blood is on your hands and you will have nobody but yourself to blame for what happens to this tag team division.
Kyrie Ali: And that's just too sweet.
The video feed cuts back to the office and Thaddeus looks stunned by what he just witness as Jessica Parker gets up from his desk and walks by him with a smirk as she makes one more final remark.
Jessica Parker: Have a worst day.
She winks as she exits his office and then the camera fades out on a disbelieving Thaddeus.
XWF Warfare returns from commercial break, and we’re again greeted by Jacuinde Castillo and Beautiful Brody Goodman.
The arena is rocking as Bob Grenier’s entrance music fades out, as we see the OCW Hall of Famer has already made it to the ring, stretching is shoulders and waiting for his opponent
JC: Well Brody, it’s been an action packed night thus far in the aftermath of Leap of Faith, and we expect it’s only going to get more exciting as we prepare for another big time clash!
BG: That’s right JC, Bob Grenier is set to do battle with the white-hot Johnny Bacchus tonight in a tale of two men with extensive careers in other federations trying to make a name for themselves here in the XWF
The camera focuses on the stage as the lights cut and “The Gnashing” by Deafheaven begins to play over the P.A. The guitar seems to shimmer over the crowd as muffled as white lights flash like sparks around the floor. A name appears on the tron: Jonathan Bacchus.
Buried secrets, mythic meanings
In a tender ocean spilling
The crowd gives an appreciative pop as the out from behind the curtain walks Jonathan Bacchus, dressed in all black with a peacoat over a turtleneck and combat pants bloused into his Louboutin sneakers. He wears a white Thalia mask over his face, his hair hanging down over the top.
A leaking thimble flowing fragile
Oozing tension into blue
He marches down deliberately, his eyes on the ring. On the ramp, he removes the Thalia mask and flicks it casually over his shoulder into the crowd. Stitches can be seen on his face – under his chin and across his hairline – as the remnants of his ugly Tai-Pei Deathmatch at the beginning of the month.
RA: Making his way to the ring, from Oakland, California and weighing in at 205 lbs… he is “The Insurgent” – JONATHAN! BACCHUS!
Hear these howls hurling our present
I know what this costs us
At the base of the ring, Bacchus turns to the stairs and climbs them to the turnbuckle. With a single clean vault, he launches himself over the top rope and turns to land on the middle rope inside the ring, his peacoat seeming not to hamper his movement. As his theme song explodes into the chorus, he throws his head back and arms out, the lights flashing bright white and the audience roaring appreciatively!
Hear these howls, embrace the Gnashing
A small smirk creeps over his face as he looks around at them – yet an intensity remains in his eyes. He takes a moment to blow a few kisses to nobody in particular.
I know what this costs us
I know it’s exhausting you
He removes his peacoat and drops it to the outside before pulling his turtleneck over his head. He whips this into the crowd before dropping down to the mat, circling the ring before taking back to his corner and reclining in it.
Jonathan Bacchus
- vs -
Bob Grenier -Traditional Rules-
The bell rings, and we’re underway!
JC: Brody, you bring up an interesting point about these two competitors- and it’s a point that Johnny Bacchus himself highlighted in his promo this week. We see it all too often in XWF, wrestlers with storied careers outside of the XWF, enter these shark infested waters trying to make a name for themselves, and more often than now, they find themselves swimming with open wounds.
John and Bob tie up in the center of the ring
BG: And that’s exactly the challenge that Johnny issued to Bob this week! Are WE gonna’ be just another in a long line of wrestlers who come from other federations and prove that they can’t cut it? Johnny Bacchus made his intentions very clear! He doesn’t plan to be just a cup of coffee in the XWF- rather the cream in the cup, rising to the top!
Bob gets the early advantage on Johnny, overpowering him and twisting his arm around into a rear wrist lock. He mugs Johnny in the back of the head and then clips him right in the eye as he turns around with a spinning backfist. Bob is on the hunt now, he rakes Johnny across the face and pushes him into the ropes
JC: Oh great ring awareness here from Johnny!
Bacchus moves his upper body between the middle and top rope, putting some separation between himself and Bob, and getting the ref to call for a break. But Bob isn’t listening- forcing the ref to count!
1!
2!
Bob keeps his hands gripped onto Johnny’s head, but Bacchus is leaned back far enough-
3!
That he pulls the top rope down and causes Bob to spill over onto the floor!
JC: What an intelligent move there by Bacchus!
Johnny climbs back into the ring and catches his breath. The crowd has noticed that he’s at an advantage and begins to cheer! He looks outside of the ring, seeing Bob only just starting to get to his feet. He looks at the ropes, then to the crowd, and takes off running!
A RUNNING DIVE BETWEEN THE ROPES!
He blasts Bob in the chest just as he stands, causing a ton of damage to the OCW legend. Johnny pops back to his feet, he rolls Bob under the ropes, and goes in for the cover.
But just as Johnny tries to pin Bob, the crafty old veteran gouges Johnny in the eyes again, leaving him blinded. Johnny tumbles away, covering his face, as Bob stands. He looks like he’s preparing to lock him in his trademark triangle choke!
Bob grapples Johnny, BUT BACCHUS PARRYS!
THE TRAGEDY AT BUFFALO!!!!
The gutwrench Piledriver was executed out of nowhere!
Stunning Bob Grenier!
Johnny covers!
1!
2!!
3!!!
WINNER: JONATHAN BACCHUS
JC: And just like that, this one is in the books!
BG: Yeah and Jonathan Bacchus continues his ascent through the ranks of the XWF!
JC: He does and before long, you gotta think he’ll have an opportunity to knock at the door to some XWF gold!
BG: But does he even want it?
JC: Who wouldn’t?
BG: Well, he has his mind in a higher brain pattern, Jacuinde! Maybe he’ll pick the time himself when he’s ready to go on a quest for any one of the XWF’s prestigious prizes!
JC: You may well be right, but folks, keep it right here because there’s more XWF action when we return.
*Static*
*Static*
The shot is quickly cut to a man sitting behind a rather large and ornate desk. His hair is slicked back and he gives off a sleazy used car salesman vibe. He is holding a stack of cards. He taps them on his desk and addresses the camera.
“Hello. It’s a pleasure to see all of your smiling faces. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Antw’an Swisher.”
Antw’an waves slightly at the camera.
“Now I’m well aware that no one knows me and that is to be expected. However, why I am here is just as exciting as not knowing who I am.”
Antw’an grabs a file off of the desk and holds it up to the camera with a big smile on his face.
“I have been put in charge of the XWF Project Hero campaign!”
Antw’an hugs the file and sets it gently down.
“I can hear you asking yourself, Hey Antw’an, What is Project Hero? I’m glad you asked. I was approached by Theo Pryce several weeks ago and asked to use my history degree. See kids, a secondary education can be helpful in landing your dream job.”
A wide smile from Antw’an.
“What he asked me to do was simple, scour the XWF archives. Find only the best from the long history and highlight them on the Road To Relentless. So I wracked my brain for days on end. Thinking about who I could start with. And I can’t lie, two names popped out right away.”
Antw’an holds up two different folders from the desk.
“One man was the embodiment of the XWF and the other the name most synonymous with the company. It was a tough decision to make. I weighed everything tangible I could. I watched tape after tape and came to a begrudging decision.”
Antw’an sets one of the folders to the side, and takes a deep breath.
“The first spotlight superstar for the XWF’s Project Hero is none other than…”
“The embodiment of what it means to be in the XWF”
“Steve Jason.”
Antw’an smiles and claps his hands together.
“Steve Jason is and forever will be what it means to be in the XWF. Hell, the man IS THE XWF. Without Steve paving the roads, no one would be here right now. He is a multiple time Universal champion, beloved by everyone. A true pillar of what it takes to be the very best. From battling the Black Order. To helming his own group in The New Wave, Steve always stood for what was right and never wavered in his quest.”
Antw’an looks at the camera and nods. The camera cuts back in the arena at the top of the entrance ramp a single spotlight shines on a large object covered in a red cloth. Pyro goes off in all directions as the cloth is removed revealing a large statue of Steve Jason. It’s not a huge one but slightly above normal human size. The fans clap and cheer as highlights of Steve Jason are played on the X-Tron.
The camera quickly cuts to Antw’an.
“The statue is a nice touch isn’t it? Each week or show there will be another statue commissioned and revealed for all of you fans. Leading up to the biggest show of the year RELENTLESS!”
A beaming smile from Antw’an as he clasps his hands together.
“So feel free to send in your submissions and who knows even you might be the Next Hero of the XWF! Until next week keep your eyes peeled for the next revelation.”
The camera cuts.
*Static*
*Static*
JC: Folks, thank you so much for your patience and understanding! Tonight, we’ve seen a number of surprise attacks, video hijackings… But, hopefully, we’re finally going to get things back on tr-
The fans erupt as the words $Money Talks$ flash on the X-Tron followed immediately by the opening notes of Linkin Park's "Points of Authority" starts playing. Theo Pryce walks out from behind the curtain.
JC: Oh my! XWF COO, Theo Pryce! What on Earth could he be here for?
BG: Maybe trying to assert some level of control over the chaotic proceedings here tonight?
Theo slaps hands with his adoring fans and even kisses a baby's forehead or two. Why a baby is at an XWF wrestling show… is anyone's guess but whatever. Theo ascends the ring steps and then climbs into the ring where a member of the ring crew hands him a microphone.
Theo Pryce: I hope everyone has been enjoying this edition of Monday Night Warefare!
The fans give Theo a loud cheer of approval and then XWF chants break out as the fans repeat XWF over and over again, Theo just smirks and waits for the fans to calm back down before speaking again.
JC: This sold-out Chicago crowd is letting Theo know they have been!
BG: It may not be the smoothest ride so far, but this Warfare has been electrifying!
Once the fans settle back down Theo raises his microphone back up.
Theo Pryce: I have to admit, I was hoping to make this announcement on a night with fewer, unexpected happenings…
JC: An announcement?!? What could it be?
BG: The last time Theo Pryce had an announcement, it was the Free-For-All extravaganza match with a Universal Title match on the line! Whatever Theo has to say could majorly shake up the XWF Universe!
The crowd starts to woo and cheer, and shoot off more ‘XWF’ and ‘Theo Pryce’ chants break out in anticipation for the announcement!
Theo raises a hand, signaling for the crowd to let h-
JC: Oh for the love of God!
BG: This is the third or fourth time we’ve seen the Bastards tonight! We might’ve thought their evening got ended after that attack from Worst Generation!
JC: Apparently, they’re still here and still wanting more screen time!
Indeed, bursting through the curtain is Bobby Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles, sporting…
…
Super Soakers?
Them No Good Bastards head down the ramp, pumping their pump action blasters.
…Pryce looks less-than-enthused, holding up a hand.
Theo Pryce: Robbie, TK. I’m in the middle of something. Could we do this ano-
The Bastards hit the bottom of the ramp… And BLAST WITH ABANDOND! BLASTING THE XWF COO WITH ALL THE LIQUID THE PUMP ACTION CAN PROVIDE!
BG: Theo Pryce didn’t get set and now he’s got WET!
…Theo exhales, extending his arms to reduce some of the soak-age…
Theo Pryce: Well done. I am now soaked. Can we pl-...
…
Theo sniffs. He checks his chest.
…
Theo Pryce: Why do I smell like breakfast?
…
Theo Pryce: Did you douse me in bacon grease?
TK: WE DON’T GIVE A GOOD GODDAMN HOW MANY TIMES YOU TAKE THAT SHIT TO THE CLEANERS, THAT STAIN’LL NEVER COME OUT, THEO!
Robbie and TK nod, before delivering a fist bump to each other.
…
Theo exhales, trying to summon patience.
Theo Pryce: Okay, well… You got me. Now, would you mind heading to the back so I can ann-
Robbie and TK reach into the pockets… Each pop open their super soaker water chambers…
Before pulling out a gallon-sized LAKEWOOD ORGANIC GRAPE JUICE!
NOW WITH PULP!
JC: Oh no! That juice may stain so deep, it’ll get in Theo Pryce’s SOUL!
Theo raises both arms.
Theo Pryce: Boys, seriously, I’d just like t-
FIRE! FIRE! THE BASTARDS LET SLIP THE DOGS OF JUICE!
…
PURPLE COATS THEO PRYCE’S ALREADY BACONY SCENT! His white shirt and fine gray coat are DOUSED IN SPLOTCHES!
…
Theo Pryce: Okay, fine. I’ll bite. Why are you doing this?
Robbie looks at TK, aghast. TK looks back at horrified at Robbie. They both turn to Theo, disgusted.
TK: You know EXACTLY what you did, Dickhead.
…
Theo Pryce: I really don’t.
Theo strokes his chin.
Theo Pryce: Is this about… the tag division? Or your bookings?
Robbie scoffs. TK scoffs so hard, he coughs. Robbie helps TK’s cough with a quaff of grape juice down the hatch.
…TK wipes the juice from his lips, before pointing at Theo.
TK: IF YOU WON’T CONFESS YOUR SIN TO THE BASTARDLY FATHER, THEO! Then we have no choice but to declare war on you! Oh, and your shit wardrobde!
…Theo sighs.
Theo Pryce: Guys, I would be happy to apologize, but I genuinely have no idea what you’re doing here.
Robbie charges the ring! TK has to hold back his partner is how mad the Sultan of Smacktalk is!
Theo looks clueless in the ring, as TK and Robbie back up the ramp, yelling about how this isn’t over!
JC: …Well, I have no idea what that was. And it looks like we may not get Theo’s announcement tonight!
BG: But, more importantly, what did he do to start a bloodfeud with the Brotherhood of Bastards?
JC: It’s baffling, Brody!
JC: Well, Brody, I don’t think we expected both tag team matches tonight to have championship gold on the line! But, what a treat for the capacity crowd here tonight!
BG: That’s the beauty of the XWF, Jayce! An X-Treme Champ gets pinned and all of a sudden, your debut has a title on the line!
The lights go dark as the quiet beginnings of “Blockbuster Night Part 1” spills from the PA system. The explosive drop syncs with the lights blasting forth in rhythm and energy. From behind the curtain pops out Henry with a dumb, yet devious grin upon his face. He shouts to the crowd with his arms out wide, indecipherable due to the blasting music.
Joining him, Vic Vernacular runs out onto the entrance space immediately throwing out taunts towards the audience.
JC: The Schoolyard Bullies put the XWF on notice at Leap of Faith! Vic Vernacular pinned former Universal champion, Prince Adeyemi AND came within INCHES of securing a 24/7 briefcase on his FIRST night. And his partner Henry Hittems might’ve secured his own Leap of Faith spot, had it not been for the Mechanic Peter Vaughn!
BG: I could not imagine a more effective PPV debut for the Bullies, JC! They demonstrated they have the tools and the talent! But, can they take this opportunity and turn it into championship gold?
Coming down the ramp, Vic and Henry dance like fools as they jams out to his tag theme. The pair quickly rolls into the ring, still grooving as he sets himself into his corner.
…
“Pomp and Circumstance” fills the stadium from the loud speakers. Under the XTron, Misty Waters steps through the curtain and stands atop the ramp! Her red bandana’s tied around her skull, keeping her red wig in place. A pair of single-lensed sunglasses covers her eyes. She sports a luxurious blue fur robe, lined with red and white tassels. The X-Treme Titlle rests on her shoulders!
Joining Misty at the top of the ramp, Madison Dyson saunters out onto the ramp as a plume of gold smoke filters out. She's clad in elaborate feathery robes.
JC: Dol-… Er, Misty Waters, I should say. Once friend and confidante of former Universal champion, Corey Smith. Now, partnered with his bitterest enemy, Madison Dyson!
BG: And more effective for it! Before their first match together, Misty pinned Corey Black, the king of the deathmatch, and won the X-Treme Title!
Waters and Dyson waste little time making her way to the entrance ramp. On the way, Dyson confidently bitches out any plebes that dare to boo her.
Misty hops onto the apron, stands, and points a single finger in the air, looking back at the crowd. She steps through the ropes, both hands in the air motioning for noise as she does a slow spin in the center of the ring… Before turning around and holding the ropes open for her partner.
The pair then climbs opposing turnbuckles and points with both hands up to the ceiling.
JC: Just as you referred to, Brody! This *was* a standard tag match, but any match the X-Treme champ competes in becomes X-Treme Rules! No disquslifications!
BG: If that’s the case, why are Misty and Dolly setting up like it’s a regular tag match?
Indeed, Waters and Dyson setup in the far corner… Dyson ducks through the ropes, as if this is going to be a traditional tag-match… But doesn’t completely step out to the apron…
Meanwhile, the Schoolyard Bullies take their corner, closer to the ramp, talking strategy and gameplan… Vic steps all the way outside as Henry stretches, ready to start the match…
When suddenly, Dyson and Waters charge out of their corner! Waters running BOOTS Vic across the face at the same time that Dyson catches Hittems in the back of the skull!
JC: Ah! A cunning veteran trick! Waters and Dyson caught the Bullies sleeping, and took advantage with an opening blitzkrieg!
BG: And it’s X-Treme Rules, Jayce! So it’s 100% legal!
Vernacular flops to the outside as Hittems hits the mat on his face!
Misty steps through the ropes to continue the beatdown as Dyson stands over Hittems, barking at the official to ring the bell.
As Misty comes from behind and shoves him into the railing!
Vic’s back hits the metal rail, the crowd reaches to pat “The Mic Crushing Phenom” on the back…
JC: The XWF Universe clearly excited to be that close to a professional wrestler like Vernacular!
BG: Well, if the fans aren’t careful to stay out of Misty Waters’ way, they might end up even closer than they’d like!
That moment, Misty charges…
AND RUNNING BOOTS VIC UP AND OVER THE RAIL!
Vic spills onto the first two rows of XWF fans!
Back inside the ring, Madison pulls Hittems off the mat by his hair before shoving him against the ropes…
Hittems bounces backward… Dyson reels back a right hand…
She swings!
…
But Hittems ducks!
Hittems runs across the ropes, looking to catch Dyson on the return trip!
Dyson spins around…
JC: Hittems, after a bad start for the Bullies, looking to turn this match around!
Hittems tries to charge forward!
…But outside the ring, Misty reaches in… And grips Hittems around the ankle, causing him to stumble forward!
JC: Misty interfering with Hittems’ counter-offensive before it even gets off the ground!
BG: Which she’s allowed to do under X-Treme Rules!
Hittems correct his footing mid-dash, avoiding a spill to the mat…
…BUT Dyson sticks her hand forward and JABS HER FINGERS into Hittems’ eyes! EYE RAKE!
JC: Oooh, that deep eye rake would be an instant DQ under any other circumstance! But, of course, this match I-
BG: X-TREME RULES!
Hittems covers his eyes, agonized by the underhanded blow…
As Dyson neatly transitions from the illegal move, to slip behind Hittems!
INTO A NECKBREAKER!
Dyson covers Hittems, driving an elbow into his face as she pins!
As Misty slides into the ring… the official drops to count!
1!
2!
THR-NO!
Hittems forces a shoulder up… Still rubbing his eyes, partially blinded by that eye strike!
JC: This is no good for the Bullies… Right now, Waters and Dyson are in total control!
Once again, Madison peels Hittems off the mat, looking to continue the onslaught…
Misty backpedals into the corner as Dyson drags Hittems into the opposite corner.
JC: The official, making no effort to prevent the double-team attack, because under X-Tre…
BG: X-Treme Rules!
JC: Yes, thank you, Brody. Tagging in and out is not required.
Dyson barks abuse out at the crowd… As she places a hand on Hittems’ back…
And irish whips him out of the corner!
Hittems runs forward… As Misty charges to meet him…
She leaps feet out!
AND DELIVERS A SHOTGUN DROPKICK!
Hittems backward rolls, looking stunned
Knocking him straight into the arms of Madison Dyson…
Who leaps into the air…
AND DRIVES BOTH KNEES INTO HITTEMS’ SPINE! BACKSTABBER!
Dyson shoves another elbow straight into Hittems’ face, covering Hittems’ as Waters’s circles the ring, defending the pin…
The official counts…
1!
2!
THREE-NO!
JC: Hauntingly close call for Hittems, but the Schoolyard Bullies stay alive!
BG: But how much longer can withstand this beatdown?
JC: Not long! If the Bullies don’t want to eat a loss, they’ve got to turn things around… And quick!
Meanwhile, Vernacular finally crawls back over the railing and onto the padded concrete…
JC: Vernacular, finally gathering himself enough to get back toward the action… But will it be too little too late?
Vernacular crawls up to the apron, struggling to fight his way back into the action…
Meanwhile, back inside the ring, Misty and Madison both drag the semi-lifeless Hittems up to a vertical base.
Misty does a slow exaggerated spin, calling for noise, as she moseys over to the ropes, getting ready to put this match away for good!
Dyson shoves Hittems into the corner… Hittems breathes heavily, running on fumes… As Dyson whips Henry out of the corner toward Waters…
Henry…
Henry turns on the jets, sprinting!
JC: One last surprise burst of energy from Henry Hittems! And I think it’s catching the X-Treme champ by surprise!
Misty, thinking she was playing with her food, is caught on the back foot…
And gets clotheslined up-and-over the top rope! Misty manages to stay upright, landing on her feet!
Dyson’s eyes widen, as she charges across the ring toward Hittems!
Hittems hits the mat…
As Vernacular leaps from the apron to the ropes!
Flying missile drop kick to Dyson’s chin! Dyson eats mat!
JC: Now, THIS is the Schoolyard Bullies we saw at Leap of Faith! In one fell swoop, the tide of this match feels like it’s turning!
Hittems whistles to Vic, as he drags Dyson to the center of the ring…
Vic dashes toward the ropes, turning his back to deliver a finishing moonsault!
JC: Reminder, if the Bullies pin Dyson, the X-Treme title will NOT change hands!
BG: At this point, I think the Bullies would just be happy sneaking out with a win after that disastrous start!
…Misty slips back in the ring under the bottom rope…
Hittems is playing watchdog, making sure Dyson stays on the mat, so he doesn’t see it coming…
RUNNING WATERS! A RUNNING KNEE STRAIGHT TO THE DOME BLASTS HENRY OUT OF THE RING!
Dyson starts to stir just as Vic leaps!
MOONSA-…
…
In a surprising feat of strength, Dyson catches Vernacular out of the air!
JC: WOW! Incredible power by Madison Dyson! Snatching Vernacular out of the air like he was a pop fly!
Dyson shifts her grip, twisting Vernacular onto her back…
DEAD
BITCH
WALKIN’
(Snow Plow)
Misty circles, defending the pin as Dyson covers Vernacular!
1!
2!
THREE!
WINNERS: MISTY WATERS AND MADISON DYSON
JC: What a tag match! The Schoolyard Bullies, new to the XWF, might not have realized this had become an X-Treme Rules match and their lack of prep was exploited early and often by the XWF veterans, Misty and Dyson.
BG: No doubt, Jayce! The Bullies showed flashes of promise and they still have the talent to recover. But tonight, Dyson and Waters earned the W!
Last Night - Swissotel Chicago
Thaddeus Duke walked through the hallway of an upscale downtown Chicago hotel searching for a particular room wheeling his suitcase behind him. Before long, he came to the appropriate door and staresd at it for a long few moments.
Agonizingly long.
Phew, he took a deep breath, then knocked.
Moments later, the door opens.
Hey, he greeted whoever stood on the other side of the threshold, unseen by the XWF cameras. So listen… awhile back on Warfare, I was kind of a jerk and dismissive.
I’m just goin’ through some shit and I shouldn’t have blamed you. Dolly, we go back almost ten years. Since we were both kids playin’ adults on TV and I don’t like being at odds with you.
I love you like I always did and I’m sorry I was blaming you for what’s goin’ on with my wife.
Dolly emerged from her room and shoved Thad against the far wall.
Fuck yer wife, Dolly said before she advanced toward him and planted her lips against his.
She backed off a step, smiled slightly, then grabbed the handle of his suitcase. Thad stood, sort of in shock. Dolly dragged his suitcase behind her as she disappeared out of view again and into her room.
You comin’? she asked out of view.
Thad continued to stare, dumbfounded as Dolly dropped something. He watched as it fell and hit the floor before he crossed the hallway, then looked up at her.
Not yet Thad said before disappearing into Dolly’s room.
Fade to ringside.
JC: Wow!
BG: Yeah!
JC: I didn’t see that coming.
BG: Well no one did otherwise we wouldn’t be on the air.
JC: Last night's escapades featuring Thaddeus Duke and Dolly…
BG: Misty.
JC: Waters! Stay with us!
The lights dim as multiple spotlights rotate throughout the arena. As "Zenorus" 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. He clashes the staff against his shield to rouse the crowd to clap with him, then roars, raising the Thyrsus above his head.
RA: 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, awaiting his opponent.
JC: This should be quite the matchup!
BG: These two have competed before, twice before in fact and Jason Cashe has walked away with the win both times.
JC: The Challenger has a lot to prove to himself and this could be the precise moment where he changes his beaten path.
The hymn-like hum vibrates through the area before Lauren Hill soundfully brings in the chorus. Jason Cashe comes out from the back with the Television Title hanging from around his waist.
JCashe: Can I get a motherfucking moment of silence on the music, please?
With a microphone lifted to his mouth, the Champion moves along the aisle leading towards the ring. Once his music cuts off, he nods towards the ring at his opponent, Dionysus.
JCashe: Grab you a talk stick because I have a question. Comment. Concern really if you’ll indulge me a bit?
Uncertain where this was leading, Dionysus doesn't ask for a mic but the Ring Announcer known to casual fans as AR offers him a microphone. Dionysus takes it.
Dionysus: Well, you wanted to talk, so…proceed.
JCashe: It's not really even you I have issue with. What does it look like if I am defending MY Title but I am coming to a ring already occupied by a.. Challenger? Make it make sense! Is it tradition? Like being booed or cheer by people who can be subliminally herded like sheep for most basic bitch trends found online?
Dionysus: …Jason, you’ve been at this longer than I have. Did you take too big of a hit before walking out? The existential ramblings don’t make much sense right now.
JCashe: Don't be a prick.. Listen, Dio. I know we have a small little past that night long ago in Greece and then again in AW and even there, you kind of pissed the bed.. Pun intended.
The crowd gives a little laugh showing that some of them get the reference. Dionysus doesn't look at all entertained by Cashe’s antics as the Champion creeps closer to the ring.
Dionysus: Was your plan to point out my losses to you and hope it would dishearten me? Come on Cashe, you know me better than that. Times change, and I’ve grown since we’ve last met. I gave that belt you’re holding meaning in the last year…and I think it's high time I restore its honor.
The rips of cheer bursting amongst the crowd as the Challenger is clearly wanting to dethrone the Champion.
JCashe: This. Right here.. Do you see it?
Stopping at the end of the entrance way, right as it turns into the ringside area. Cashe drags his right foot down an invisible line that divides the two.
JCashe: I’m all for talking until this line is crossed. I do like a good scrap though and Dio, I do think you’ll be a good one. Ding, ding.
Dropping the microphone, Jason Cashe reaches back behind him and pulls the clasps of the belt free. Squatting down, he lays the Television Title over that imaginary line he had drawn between entrance and ringside. Standing tall once again, Cashe steps over the belt and enters the ringside area.
BG: Talking is over! Cashe means business now!
JC: The challenger isn't here to play games! This should be a good one!
BG: RA didn't even get to officially introduce the Champion!
JC: Did you just call her ‘RA’?
BG: Doesn't everyone?!
Putting an open palm onto the apron of the ring. Jason Cashe let his hand glide over the surface a bit before he hops up, putting a knee on the apron before pulling himself up to a stand outside the ring ropes.
JC: I think we're about to have a fight on our hands for tonight's Main Event!
BG: Less of a Wrestling contest, more of a brawl!
Dipping under the top rope, Cashe straddles the middle rope before entering the ring.
JC: I had a suspicion he would do that, the challenger is a bigger man and the Champion is a dog in the Prison yard right now!
That first initial contact was a haymaker thrown by the Champion. It catches Dionysus as he shakes off the surprise. Cashe drills a closed fist into Dio’s side, connecting to the ribs before trying to slide out of arm's reach. Dionysus barrels after, crashing into Cashe with a clothesline that drops the defending Champion.
JC: The Champ is down! What a hit from Dionysus!
BG: Cashe is back up!
Popping up, Cashe leaps at Dionysus with a wildly wide right hand. Dio shoves him back before the punch can land. Turning in a hurry, Cashe races to the ropes. Springing off them, he picks up some speed but is quickly met with a Knife Edge Chop that tears across his chest and slaps him down against the canvas.
JC: I felt that! That hurt over here!!
BG: I think I could do that.. Let me try it on you.
JC: I think NOT!
Scrambling to his feet, Cashe is halted by Dionysus who grabs hold of the TV Champion around the back of the neck. Cashe charges forward putting a shoulder into the midsection of Dionysus before lifting, twisting and slamming the Challenger down with a takedown. Right away Cashe cocks back and crashes into Dionysus with a barrage of punches.
BG: Cashe has Dionysus in top mount position and he is swinging for the fences!!
JC: The challenger is doing well to protect himself but a few shots do seem to get through.
BG: Ooof like that one! Dio felt that!
Bucking, Dionysus shoves Cashe off of him. They both hurry to their feet, Cashe shoots forward with a big boot intended for Dio’s face as he rises from the canvas, it misses. Cashe stumbles to keep himself upright, turning back to Dio after the miss, Cashe continues to stick on the bigger man. Wide right haymaker connects followed by a body shot that curls Dionysus some.
Cashe shoves Dio back into a corner and begins working the combinations. Dionysus covers, shoves at Cashe but the Champion is sticking it to him with rapid shots coming in every direction.
JC: The Television Champion isn't giving his challenger any room to breathe!
BG: He found an opening!!
Dionysus snaps forward, grabbing Cashe around the neck as he slides out of the corner and tosses Cashe in his place. Dionysus levels Cashe with a huge right hand!
JC: Massive right by the Challenger!!
BG: And another! Cashe ate both of those rights! Oohhh! Cashe is fighting back!!
JC: The two competitors are trading blows!!!
Dio drills Cashe with a right, Cashe throws a right of his own. With the turnbuckles to his back and the ropes at either side of him, Cashe was trapped in the corner by the bigger Dionysus. Still they continue trading shots, rights in exchange for rights, Dionysus switches stance, sliding to his side before cracking Cashe with a blistering Knife Edge chop! Cashe flops back against the turnbuckles and has no time to respond as Dio crashes into him with a corner clothesline as a follow up.
BG: Oh! Cashe is gonna be bruised to the chest if he keeps taking those chops! That stuff hurts!
JC: It sounds painful!
BG: Come on.. Let me try it!
JC: No means No…
BG: Poor sport.
After a back elbow to the face, Cashe was slumped back against the turnbuckles. Dionysus folds Cashe’s arms over the ropes at either side, widening his chest exposure.
JC: Uh oh! I think the Challenger is about to wallop the Champion with a frying pan chop!
BG: … They have names you know?
JC: I kno– OOOHHHHH!
Sure enough, Dionysus arches back, overselling the anticipation but he executes and comes down HARD with an open hand palm slap to Cashe’s chest!
AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!
The Champion cries out as he immediately begins hugging himself and falls from the corner, dropping to a knee before flopping over onto his side.
JC: The Challenger is smiling, he’s enjoying this!
BG: You mean Dionysus? The Challenger named Dionysus? The one whose name was trending on Twitter a few days ago?
JC: You said it, bud!
Rolling out of the ring, Cashe stands on the outside. His hands pressed against his chest, rubbing, petting himself as the numbness of needles danced across his flesh from the chop. Not seeing any reason to follow, Dionysus remains in the ring.
BG: Say their names..
JC: What?
BG: Who is in this match?
JC: Umm.. It's the Television Title Match between the Champion and his Challenger..
BG: You're doing this to annoy me.
Using the steel stairs at the outside corner of the ring. Jason Cashe climbs up onto the ring apron. Running along the apron, Cashe teases a climb to the top ropes but laughs and waves it off knowing better.
Dionysus knew Cashe was trying to kill time. Approaching from inside the ring, Dio reaches for Cashe with the ropes between them. Both hands around Cashe’s neck, Dionysus lifted to pull Cashe back inside the ring. Cashe broke free of the grapple, taking hold of Dio’s right arm before yanking and dropping down onto the ringside floor, pulling Dio’s right arm with him.
BG: Cashe just snapped, crackle and popped Dionysus’ arm dropping off the apron like that!
JC: The Challenger has a back shoulder and the Champion went after it!
BG: I swear to all that is naughty if you don't stop doing that.. I’m.. I’m gonna chop you so hard to the face!
JC: The action is in the ring not at the Broadcast Booth!
Nursing his shoulder, Dionysus took his focus off Cashe entirely. The Champion slides back into the ring, shuffling of his feet as he scrambles up and rockets himself at Dionysus. Clubbing down into his right shoulder. Grabbing hold of Dio’s arm, Cashe lifts and snaps it in a jerking motion which causes Dionysus to shoot an overhanded left hand into Cashe’s face!
JC: The Challenger just dropped the Champion with a crazy Left Hand! I don't think he saw that coming AT all!
BG: Last warning..
The fight wasn't stopping. Dionysus tries to shake the pain off, rotating his shoulder a few times, he seemed to be enduring the pain. As Cashe grabs the ropes, using them to get up. Dionysus grabs the Champion around the throat with his left hand. Pulling Cashe away from the ropes, Dio lifts Cashe looking for a left handed Chokeslam but Cashe slides off the choke, ducks around behind Dionysus, wrapping his arms around the bigger man before lifting and hitting a sloppy German Suplex!
BG: That was ugly!
JC: Bowling shoe..
Roaring as he got to his feet, Cashe was amped up! Rushing to the nearest corner, Cashe puts his back to the pads. Boosting himself up so he is sitting on the top turnbuckle, Cashe is standing on the lower ropes.
JC: He is waving the challenger to rise.. The Champion is begging!
BG: *Mumbles*
With a daze to him, Dionysus gets to his feet. His back to where Cashe is, he turns to find Cashe propped up, ready to go. Stepping up onto the middle ropes, Cashe throws himself from the turnbuckle, flipping forward with a Cannon Ball!
BG: HOLY SHIT! Dionysus caught him!!
Immediately after catching Cashe mid cannonball, Dionysus slaps down into a sitdown powerbomb! Keeping the position as the referee slides in to make the count.
One!
JC: TWO!
Thr- Cashe kicks out in a jolt of bodily movement.
BG: I thought that was it, I really did!
Trying to crawl away, Cashe seems dazed a bit. Dionysus grabs one of Cashe’s legs and Cashe rolls and uses his other foot to kick into Dio’s face not once but twice!
JC: The Champion just mule kicked the Challenger RIGHT in the kisser!
BG: That second one was a thudding hoof.. Also, it's Jason Cashe and Dionysus Berget!
JC: Does the Challenger even use the last name? I thought he was a one worded ring name?
BG: You're trying my patience..
Rolling once again to the outside, Jason Cashe drops to the floor itself.
JC: The Champ is hurt!
BG: Technically I think that's a yoga pose.. Maybe he is just finding his center?
JC: I highly doubt that.
This time, Dionysus isn't waiting for Cashe to return to the ring. He too rolls out from under the bottom ropes and drops down to the outside into a stand at ringside.
BG: I don't think this is going to go well for the Cham–
JC: Hahahahaha ‘uSe HiS nAmE!’
BG: I dislike you right now, don't talk to me.
JC: And we’re calling this Main Event sol– OOOOUUUUCH!
BG: I tried to tell you..
Ripping Cashe off the floor. Dionysus clubs Cashe upside his head with a baseball-like forearm. Hooking his left arm under Cashe’s armpit, Dionysus grabs Cashe behind the head with his right hand before stepping with Cashe and launching the defending Champion over into the corner guard rail.
JC: The whole railing moved! The Cha– Cashe had no defense against being thrown like that!
BG: Heeeeeeey! You said his name!!
JC: I did and I’ll say it again! Jason Cashe, our current Television Champion just got rag dolled by Dionysus!!
Trying to find which way is upright. Cashe sat upside down in the corner against the railing. Flopping onto his side, he shoves up into a sitting position before he notices Dionysus stalking.
BG: Uh oh! Dio is about to have a collision at ringside!
JC: Sounds like something to drink too!
Taking off, Dionysus rushes at Cashe, at the corner of the guard railing. Cashe shoots himself out of the corner from a broken sprinter's stance just as Dionysus crashes into the railing with his right shoulder!
BG: Well… Dionysus did have a collision at ringside.. It just didn't involve his opponent.
Getting to his feet, Cashe stumbled and landed against the ring apron. As the audience gets loud for the Main Event brawl. Cashe stares over at Dionysus piled in the corner. Pushing away from the apron, Cashe slides his feet along the ground like a bull about to take off.
JC: Speaking of collisions..
No real space to pick up top speed, Cashe jumps, flips and crashes into Dionysus with a Cannon Ball!
BG: We have.. Roughly 8 minutes left in the scheduled match and the referee is at 6 on his slow count.
JC: I don't think either of them are going to move too quickly to get back in the ring.
Both men are laid up in a pile with one another at the corner of the ringside area. Short hands from the other, shoving, slapping, punching, Cashe even sticks Dio with a thumb to the eye. They were still fighting.
8…
JC: For our visually impaired fans out there, the referee has reached the count of 8.
BG: I’m sure they have subtitles.
JC: …..
Using his strength advantage, Dionysus palm strikes Cashe a handful of times, knocking him away.
BG: Stiff arms by Dionysus and when well placed, they can put people down! See Derrick Henry for reference.
Both men move to get to their feet. Cashe shoots from a knee, colliding into Dionysus face with a dart throwing like headbutt. Dio slumps and slaps against the ground as does Cashe. Both struck with a hangover like daze STILL keep moving, never settling into a rest as they struggle to push up off the ringside floor.
9…
JC: This is terrible!
BG: I hate this!! GET UP!!
Using each other to rise, they were playing crutches for the other as they got to their feet. Cashe turns and reaches for the ring but Dionysus grabs him from behind. Hugging Cashe from behind, he has Cashe’s arms crossed.
BG: Ooohh man! Is Dio setting Cashe up for his Ripcord Bull Hammer?
JC: You mean the ‘Deified’?
BG: That's the one.. Cashe has a simi–
Dionysus shoves and spins Cashe around and throws his elbow but Cashe jumps up and throws his ‘Mark of JASON’ Elbow and the two elbows connect simultaneously!! Each man drops as the referee is left with no more time to spare and counts 10.
BG: Damnit!
JC: Yeah, that's a bummer! These two were trying to explode with every action they made and left it all out there. Shame it had to end like this.
RA: This contest has been ruled a...!!
DOUBLE COUNT-OUT
STILL XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION: JASON CASHE!
JC: Unbelievable! These two men just fought tooth and nail!
BG: It’ll end in a double count out draw but the question that revealed itself tonight is, is Dionysus the man that can finally wrestle the Television title from the grasp of Jason Cashe!?
JC: That’s a darn good question, Brody! One thing is, I think, very certain tonight and that’s that these two men have just started the first chapter of a brand new saga!
BG: What’s in store for these two in two weeks? After that!?
JC: Folks, join us again in two weeks LIVE from the Big Apple of New York…
BG: Fuckin’.
JC: City!
SPECIAL THANKS TO:
Prince Adeyemi
Misty Waters
Robbie Bourbon
Jason Cashe
Madison Dyson
Peter Principle
And everyone who RP'd!
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1x XWF Universal Champion || 3x XWF Xtreme Champion || 1x XWF Supercontinental Champion (First)
1x XWF Hart Champion (Last) || 2x XWF Television Champion || 1x XWF Tag Team Champion
1x OCW Savage Champion || 1x IIW Tag Team Champion || 1x AAW United States Champion
2x SOTM (9/20, 7/21) || 2021 Male Wrestler of the Year || XWF Hall of Legends
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