SURVIVORS FROM MATCH #1
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SURVIVORS FROM MATCH #2
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SURVIVORS FROM MATCH #3
As the crowd anticipates the events here at Three Mile Island, an actual orchestra begins to play.
As the orchestra plays, A figure in Enclave style X-01 power armor walks out onto the stage.
The figure walks down to the ring as the fans in attendance all sing along with the Fallout theme song..
As the armor clad person approaches the pair of rings, it leaps onto the apron of the first, and enters. It then walks to the center of the ring, and removes the helmet, revealing himself to be Vinnie Lane.
The crowd continues to sing along to the Fallout theme as Vinnie looks around, surveying the massive crowd on hand to watch War Games this year.
Vinnie is handed a microphone as the orchestra wraps up their rendition of the Fallout theme song.
VL: XWF UNIVERSE!
The crowd on hand goes absolutely wild.
VL: I am your humble emcee this evening.
VL: Tonight you will see the greatest talent in wrestling competing in the most brutal, most barbaric, most intense matches you will see.
VL: Bombs will be dropped.
VL: Shots will be fired.
VL: There will be casualties.
VL: This is war.
VL: And war…
VL: …war never changes.
VL: WELCOME TO WAR GAMES: FALLOUT!
The crowd goes absolutely ballistic.
JC: WE ARE LIVE FROM THREE MILE ISLAND!
BG: Yes, my friend, and this is War Games!
TODD: Folks, thanks so much for tuning in early to WarGames! Things will kick off very soon!
BAMA: But, before that Toddy! You fine folks are going to get the battle of a lifetime! Organized by Anarchy GM, “Bashmaster” Barry Masterson!
TODD: And folks, you can tell who put this presume together just by the… uh… decorations and partygoers around the ring!
BAMA: That’s cuz it’s a BASH, Toddy!
Indeed, the ring is surrounded, thought not by your more typical lumberjacks, but instead by a lite-casual bash. There is a tasteful catering spread that people mingle around, partaking in light conversation.
The ‘Bashmaster’ himself elegantly coasts around the party, elegantly entering and exiting conversation groupings, occasionally merging two conversations into one, sometimes splitting them off when a topic draws his fancy. He is truly 100% in his element when he’s bashing.
The ring, while otherwise normal, has the accoutrements of a friendly gathering, including shag carpeting on the mat floor, a punch bowl on the side of the ring and, in just one corner, a lamp with an end table, that gives the ring a sort-of homey, relaxed feel.
TODD: Well, as non-traditional as this match’s aesthetic is… the match itself is even less traditional!
BAMA: how do you mean, Toddy? You’ve got two game competitors throwing hands with the Anarchy Title on the line!
TODD: ONE competitor! I’m telling you, Bama! They’re the same guy!
Flynn bursts through the curtain in a… white t-shirt. Across the front, it reads "STUDENT OF GRAVY". Across the Back, it reads “PLEASE BE PATIENT. I’M STILL LEARNING.”
BAMA: It’s been a while since we’ve seen Mark Flynn in an XWF ring, eh, Toddy?
TODD: We saw him last Anarchy, Bama!
BAMA: What? When?
TODD: He was in the ring with Bashmaster!
BAMA: Todd, that was MICHEAL GRAVES! If you’re gonna be an XWF commentator, ya gotta learn people’s names!
Flynn rolls his eyes, as he is flanked on both sides by Miss Furry and Peter Parkor, the two other Students of Gravy… Though, they seem there less for moral support and more making sure he gets to the ring and doesn’t chicken out, the way they’re corralling behind him to force him into the ring…
…
Flynn exhales impatiently, sidestepping past a couple of bash attendees who aren’t looking at Flynn’s entrance, and are instead marveling over Bash’s chocolate fondue fountain installation.
…Flynn rolls under the bottom rope… Standing in the center of the ring…
At first, none of the bashers seem to pay any mind to one of the competitors entering the ring… Until Bashmaster begins a polite golf clap, and other people join in.
BAMA: Well, Mark Flynn, alleged student of Micheal Graves, might be the Anarchy champion’s stiffest challenge to-date! After all, Flynnis currently ranked #1 on the ELO chart!
TODD: Actually, if you check, it currently says ‘Micheal Graves’ is ranked #1… Because ELO can see through an OBVIOUS disguise!
BAMA: Or ELO keeps bad records! Otherwise, why would he have TWO Micheal Graves rankings!
TODD: Because there are TWO… *sigh*, forget it.
…
For a moment, it gets quiet.
The bashers glances up the ramp… Wondering where the Anarchy champion is…
Bashmaster gives an elbow nudge or two, insisting that his crew be patient.
…
Flynn dry-swallows.
…
Fwooooooooom.
Suddenly, the lights go out!
…
In the darkness, it sounds like someone is hustling from inside the ring… Followed by the patter of feet of the metal ramp.
…
In the darkness… the familiar eerie metal tune kicks in!
Fog rolls in… suddenly, lime green lasers slice through the darkness, setting the stage for 'The Dark Warrior' Micheal Graves.
Suddenly, a spotlight glows, revealing stepping out from behind the curtain…
’Micheal Graves’!
BAMA: And there he is! The reigning Anarchy champion! Micheal Graves! ‘The Dark Warrior!’
TODD: Uh-huh. Sure. Hey, is Mark Flynn in the ring right now?
BAMA: Obviously, Toddy! We just can’t see him because the lights have gone pitch black for Gravy’s entrance!
’Graves' hams up his usual physical act-outs to the nth degree, clawing and pawing like Wrestling’s Phantom of the Opera! He cradles his mask to his face, like he’s considering doing away with it… Before he fastens it securing to his face!
‘Graves’ creeps about the foggy ramp, like a killer stalking through the alleys of Foggy London.
As he walks by, the bashers are repulsed and astonished by this macabre display… Bashmaster is utterly delighted, elbowing his bashers, like ‘THAT’s my champion, alright!’
‘Graves’ reaches the base of the ramp…
…
He spins to face the crowd…
Raising his Anarchy Title in the air…
BAMA: What an entrance for the Anarchy champion! And now, he’s about to battle with Mark Flynn, proving that they’re two different people! Excited to be proven wrong, Toddy?
TODD: …I mean, I can’t wait to see Flynn try to pull this o-.
FWOOM! The spotlight goes dark!
…The arena is pitch black!
…
……
If you listen carefully, you can hear… grumbling and…
Tights getting tugged.
Almost like… the sounds of a costume-change?
BAMA: What could be going on right now, Toddy?
TODD: If I had to guess… clumsy theatre-work.
FWOOM! Suddenly, the arena lights come back on!
In the center of the ring is… Mark Flynn! The King of the Mid-Carders is breathing heavily… Clearly emotional at the prospect of having to take on his teacher…
BAMA: There! See! Flynn IS in the ring! He must’ve been there during Graves’ entrance!
TODD: Uh huh, of course. Soooooo…. Where’s Graves, then?
Indeed, ‘Micheal Graves’… The Anarchy champion… is nowhere to be found!
BAMA: Gasp! He’s disappeared without a trace! Where could he be?
TODD: …*sigh*
Bashmaster is so busy applauding ‘Graves’’s high-production value intro, he doesn’t even seem to realize ‘Graves’ has vanished…
At least, until Flynn starts exaggeratedly holding his hand up to his face, searching around, like he’s trying to figure out where ‘Gravy’ went.
BAMA: Flynn, currently looking for his opponent! He can’t become the Anarchy champion if he can’t find the Anarchy champion!
TODD: …
Bashmaster calls out for Gravy, his champion! Declaring “good show, old boy, but now it’s time to throw hands!”
He pulls up the catering table’s liner to see if ‘Gravy’ is hiding under there… Other Bashers check the chocolate fondue…
Flynn, meanwhile, takes a moment to look out upon the Bashers hunting for ‘Graves’... And exaggeratedly scratches his head.
TODD: Flynn out here, with the thespian’s subtlety of Dora the Explorer…
Flynn go-
FWOOM!
The lights go out again…
…
THEY TURN BACK ON!
…
Flynn stands in the center of the ring, looking left and right, perplexed!
He dares ‘Graves’ to come out and fight him…
…
But doesn’t see ‘MICHEAL GRAVES’ IS STANDING RIGHT BEHIND HIM IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
BAMA: THERE! SEE TODD! Flynn and Graves! In the ring! At the same time!
TODD: …Wait, what?!?
…The Bashmaster delightedly point, hooping and hollering for the theatrics of HIS Anarchy champion! Eventually, the other Bashers join the cheering, and a united ‘GRAVES! GRAVES! GRAVES!’ chant breaks out!
BAMA: There he is! Micheal Graves! The Anarchy champion! Looming and stalking behind future XWF Legend, Mark Flynn!
TODD: This… this is impossible!
BAMA: C’mon, Todd! Admit it! The man in the ring looks *exactly* like Micheal Graves!
Indeed! The ‘Graves’ in the ring is the spitting image of ‘The Dark Warrior’! Right down to his green mask, and red beard!
…Though eagle-eyed viewers may notice ‘Graves’ currently wearing three-inch platform shoes…
They might also notice that the Students of Gravy that *were* standing outside by Flynn’s corner, has gone from Peter Parkor and Miss Furry… To just Miss Furry, who is hooping and screaming in support of ‘Master Graves’!
TODD: …Ohhhhhhh, okay. All right, I get it now. Proceed.
Flynn scratches his head, pantomiming perplexment, like he can’t understand why they’d be cheering…
…Then, his face turns white.
He slowly turns around…
But, ‘Graves’ rotates his stance to keep behind Flynn!
‘Bashmaster’ loudly guffaws, delighted by the cunning and ruthlessness of his champion!
…Flynn finishes turning around… And sees no one.
”Look at this buffoon, Flynn! He has no idea my champion is behind him! A clown be he, declares me!”
He weaves a hand across his brow, exaggeratedly emoting relief…
‘Graves’ gets clocked with a right hand, and clumsily retreats into the back corner…
…Actually, ‘retreats’ might be too strong a word! ‘Graves’ looks like that could have been a knockout punch and he more falls backward into the corner, clinging to the turnbuckle to remain upright…
…The bashers whisper and murmur to each other about a possible upset tonight…
Bashmaster brushes it off, as he puts a crab rangoon on his plate, confidently insisting his champion is merely playing ‘rope-a-dope’… Declaring ‘good show!’
BAMA: The Bashmaster, in his estimation, clearly believes Graves is overselling that punch! Trying to lull Flynn into a false sense of security!
TODD: …Well, Flynn definitely looks… *insecure* after landing that punch!
Indeed, Flynn looks a little surprised his punch connected cleanly with ‘Graves’s face…
Almost like he was anticipating ‘Graves’ would block or dodge that strike…
Flynn shakes his head, pointing at the corner ‘Graves’s’ jelly legs are currently rocking within…
Flynn charges into the corner, going to grapple with ‘Graves’…
When, suddenly, he and ‘Graves’ circle in place! Now, Flynn is the one cornered by ‘Graves’!
BAMA: An incredible counter by Micheal Graves! Clearly, he had his students’ plans scouted!
TODD: Or, Flynn just circle-stepped around ‘Graves’ and is play-wrestling with an unconscious guy.
BAMA: Ridiculous, Todd! Where do you even get these ideas! I’m taking your internet connection!
Flynn tries to grab at ‘Graves’’s leg, perhaps looking for a single leg takedown to escape the corner…
But, instead, ‘Graves’ raises his leg… or at least ‘Graves’’s leg IS raised… pressing Flynn’s throat against the turnbuckle!
Flynn wildly kicks his leg in the corner, agonized, trying to wriggle out like a trapped rat… as ‘Graves’ uses his leverage to choke Flynn!
…Despite the fact that ‘Graves’ appears to be leaning on the ropes… still clearly woozy from Flynn’s rabbit punch…
BAMA: Incredible ruthlessnes on display by the Anarchy champion! Trying to choke the living daylights out of Mark Flynn!
The official runs up, shouting in’Graves’ (semi-conscious) ear to break the hold!
1!
2!
3!
…’Graves’’s leg unsqueezes Flynn’s throat… but remains elevated against Flynn’s chest, stopping the count!
Flynn sputters and coughs… as air re-enters his lu-...
NO! ‘Graves’ re-affirms the corner choke, placing his boot again against Flynn’s throat…
…Despite the fact that his face has dangled OFF the top rope and now, he’s extending his leg into that turnbuckle assisted choke while he lies facedown on the mat!
BAMA: What flexibility from Micheal Graves! Despite being facefirst on the mat, he’s still keeping the pressure up on Flynn’s throat! How much longer can Flynn withstand this!!
…Flynn somehow exhales exasperatedly, as ‘Graves’’s boot chokes still chokes the life out of him…
1!
BAMA: ‘Graves’ is choking the life out of Mark Flynn! Is he *trying* to get disqualified here!?!
TODD: Well, why would he d-... Ohhhhhhhhh. Yes. Yes, that’s what happening.
Bashy’s leans up against the mat into ‘Graves’s ear, as his face goes flat on the mic!
”Good show, old boy! Give ‘im what for! Just mind yourself around the official’s five-count!”
2!
”Under Bashmaster’s Rules, the title changes hands on a disqualification!”
”WHAT?!?” Flynn blurts out!
…Somehow.
Despite ‘Graves’’s vice-like chokehold.
3!
”If there’s one thing that ruins a bash, it’s a loser keeping the title! No true champ would get DQ’d to keep their title!”
4!
Suddenly! ‘Graves’ finally lets his leg loose, and Flynn collapses down on the shag-carpeted mat…
…Followed shortly by ‘Graves’ beside him!
BAMA: Ah! ‘Graves’ changes tact! In the face of a possible title change, ‘Graves’ decides to release the hold RIGHT on the count of four!
TODD: Uh huh. And WHY would Graves collapse onto the mat after releasing the chokehold on Flynn?
BAMA: Clearly, he’s trying to maintain his offensive assault AWAY from the ropes! You should be able to tell these things as the play-by-play man, Toddy baby!
The Bashers seem downright confused by this display of both men going to the mat.
But Bashmaster seems absolutely enthralled, under the impression that this fight is tooth-and-nail, and both men on the mat are desperately jockeying for control!
…Flynn rolls over on his face, as if struggling to get up…
Before his eyes catch ‘Graves’s’ immobile body beside him… His eyes widen in shock!
”Oh c’mon…” he audibly mutters…
Before rapidly crawling into a mounted position over the Anarchy champion!
BAMA: Oh dear! Graves is in no man’s land, Flynn has done a lot of damage over his mounted opponents!
Flynn winds up his hand, hovering over ‘Graves’...
And smacks him in the face!
The Bashers collectively ‘ooooooooh’ at the strike.
BAMA: What a strike! That sharp slap could have woken the dead!
TODD: Yep, quite a… ‘wake-up’ call for Graves there.
That smack across the skull rattles ‘Graves’ to his core!
…But he remains prone on the mat!
…Flynn exhales impatiently.
When, in his expression, a look of ingenuity takes form… Thoughts and plans…
BAMA: Flynn planning his next attack! What could be going through that maniac’s mind right now?
TODD: Probably rethinking the life choices he made that let him to this moment.
Flynn, the ring general, deftly swings from mounted to behind his opponent’s back, raised his torso from the shag-carpet mat and securing him in a sleeper hold!
BAMA: Things have gone from bad to worse for the Anarchy champion! Flynn has locked his biceps around the ‘Dark Warrior’s throat and is putting him to sleep!
TODD: I don’t think it’s ‘putting him to sleep’ when he’s already out like a light, Bama!
BAMA: You can say that again, Todd! In a Mark Flynn submission hold, most opponents might as well be already knocked out! How is Graves gonna escape this one?
The official goes to raise ‘Graves’’s arm, checking if he’s unconsc-
Fwoooosh! ‘Graves’’s arm swings wildly forward! …Before dangling back to its side.
…Almost as if propelled from behind somehow.
BAMA: Graves desperately thrashes around like a tiger trying to get out of a washing machine!
TODD: Flynn is clearly shaking him t-... wait, what?
The official goes to raise it ag-
AGAIN! It swings forward…. Narrowly escaping the official’s grip!
Flynn grits his teeth, as the official concentrates…
And snatches ‘Graves’’s swinging arm out of the air, like Daniel-San snatching a fly with chopsticks!
The official raises ‘Graves’’s arm…
And it dr-
Wait! ‘Graves’’s ass suddenly scoots forward… And the top of ‘Graves’’s ankle snags onto the bottom rope!
BAMA: Incredible ring awareness by the Anarchy champion! Graves dodges the grave of his title reign by reaching the bottom rope!
The official raises ‘Graves’’s arm again… Going for tw-
”Ho there, Zebra man!” Bashmaster calls from outside the ring, pointing toward Graves’s ankle! ”Mister Graves has reached the ropes! Begin your five-count!”
The official, embarrassed to be called out by his boss for initially missing the rope break, immediately corrects by starting a five-count…
1!
2!
Flynn nods… And seems to squeeze even tighter across ‘Graves’’s throat!
BAMA: Flynn is the absolute best at stretching out a five-count! He has the mental stopwatch of a machine! He knows to release EXACTLY at 4.99!
3!
4!
…
FIVE!
The official goes to call for the bell!
BAMA: WHOA?! WHAT?!?
TODD: And Flynn accidentally gets himself disqualified! Graves keeps the title!
Flynn immediately releases the hold, right after the bell… Screaming at the official that he let go at four!
The official scratches his head, admittedly sheepish after his earlier mistake, and offers to replay the tape to check if Flynn released the hold.
…
Flynn immediately backs down, raising both hands, like ‘...nah, that’s okay.”
”YOUR WINNER, AS A RESULT OF A DISQUALIFICATION, MICHE-”
”Now, hold on there, Mike Rophone!”
TODD: …That’s definitely not that announcer’s name.
Bashy has gotten hold of a ringside mic and pulled himself up onto the apron!
”Don’t think I can’t see what’s going on here, Mister Flynn! You scoundrel! You crooked cad and fiend!”
…Flynn grits his teeth uncomfortably.
…
”You just got yourself deliberately disqualified! Because you’re afraid of being bested by your clear superior, MY Anarchy Champion!”
…
Flynn exhales.
…
Before, begrudgingly nodding. ”Yup. You caught me.” Flynn nods, and does a little clap for Bashmaster, clearly too astute for Flynn’s games today.
”I understand your fear! It is based in reality! For Micheal Graves is clearly your superior in every way!”
TODD: THEY’RE THE SAME GUY!
…
”Which is why I refuse to let Anarchy’s Public Enemy Numero Uno escape this match without the thrashing he deserves!”
Bashmaster snaps, pointing at the official!
”Stripes and slacks! Love that look, by the way! New Bashmaster’s Rules! This match is NO DISQUALIFICATION!”
BAMA: WHAT?!?
TODD: …Okay, THIS just got interesting.
The official shrugs and sends the timekeeper back to his chair with the Anarchy Title..
…Flynn cradles his head.
…’Graves’ is…
Wait.
…
‘Graves’ is… crawling?
Under the ropes?
…
And under…
The ring?
BAMA: The Anarchy champion! The Dark Warrior! Clearly buying himself some time by crawling out of the ring!
TODD: …Crawling? The ‘Graves’ I was just watching was downright unconscious.
The Bashmaster claps for his champion!
”Watch out, Flynn, you villain! My champion has disappeared into the shadows! He can strike from anywhere now! Silent as a swooping hawk!”
Flynn scratches his head… Clearly puzzled by what’s going on here.
When from the other side of the ring…
Beneath the apron…
‘THE DARK WARRIOR’ EMERGES!
Looking confident and *actually* not-unconscious!
TODD: …Whoa, what?
BAMA: He was playing rope-a-dope! Graves is back out here and looking like a million bucks!
The Bashers applaud ‘Graves’ dramatic re-entry! Bashmaster delightedly applauds, leaping and punching the air like this display has made him a child watching his first match!
…Everyone is so enthralled by ‘Graves’’s re-emergence, no one notices that beside the cheering Miss Furry, Peter Parkor is beside her… Laying facedown unconscious.
‘Graves’ slides under the bottom rope… Flynn spins around, as the Anarchy champion approaches…
Flynn swings!
…
AND THIS TIME, ‘GRAVES’ DUCKS!
BAMA: Aha! ‘Graves’ never falls for the same trick twice!
‘Graves’ keeps running, hitting the ropes… Flynn spins ‘round…
And a running boot from ‘The Dark Warrior’ catches Flynn square in the schnozz!
Flynn back-pedals against the ropes… Somehow keeping his footing… As he backpedals against the turnbuckle…
‘Graves’ hesitates, as if startled by the fact that he’s apparently harmed his opponent.
…Flynn shakes his head, and beneath his waistline, gives a surreptitious beckoning gesture.
BAMA: The intrepid Flynn dares the Anarchy champion to advance and just TRY to attack him!
TODD: Uh-huh. Sure, *that*’s what that means.
That gesture clearly snaps ‘Graves’ out of it, as he charges toward Flynn in the corner!
‘Graves’ leaps through the air…
Onto Flynn’s knees!
…And pulls himself backward!
MONKEY FLIP!
Flynn flips once!
TWICE through the air!
And crashes into the corner with the lamp and desk, crushing both with his hurdling body!
The Bashers applaud, delighted at the explosion in action!
The Bashmaster is aghast! He reaches into his breast pocket…
For a red card!
”PARTY FOUL! LAMP BREAKAGE!”
…
Bashmaster then laughs and tears the card up.
”A harmless jape, everyone! It’s not a *real* bash until someone breaks a lamp! Carry on! In fact…” Bashmaster spins on his Bashers! ”Check under your chairs!”
…Those among the Bashers that are seated curiously paw under their chairs…
And find brand new lamps!
TODD: …What the Hell is going on?
BAMA: Toddy boy, looks we got ‘em too! This lamp will go great in mah office!
Bashmaster takes one out of its package…
AND SMASHES IT ON THE GROUND! ”Haha! What fun!”
The Bashers proceed to smash their own lamps with great delight.
TODD: They’re completely insane, huh, Bama?
*smash*
…
BAMA: What?
…
BAMA: Everyone else was smashing lamps! I felt left out, Toddrick!
Flynn woozily peels himself out of the corner, dragging himself by the ropes… toward the punch bowl on the side of the ring…
‘Graves’ scrambles forward, looking to grapple Flynn…
But, Flynn powers out of ‘Graves’’s grapple… And reels back…
SMAAAAAAAAACK! HUGE CHOP TO ‘GRAVES’’S CHEST!
‘Graves’ takes a leap back against the turnbuckle!
He howls in agony… cradling his chest like he just got smacked head-on by a MAC TRUCK!
For the first time, Bashmaster sweats… Seeing Flynn take a chunk out of his champion’s chest!
BAMA: Oh my! Flynn’s chop has felled some of the best in the business! ‘Graves’ might not be able to STAND after that strike!
TODD: …Yeah. That one almost looked… real…
…Flynn grits his teeth, uncertainly…
But ‘Graves’ from the corner… Gives back his opponent’s surreptitious beckoning gesture!
BAMA: Aha! ‘Graves’ returning the gesture, daring Flynn to come at him!
Flynn nods, before aggressively grabbing ‘Graves’ by the chest and peeling him back toward the punch bowl table!
‘Graves’ gives Flynn an uppercut, rocking Flynn under the chin!
…’Graves’ grabs Flynn by the back of the head, and shoves him toward the punch bowl!
…But Flynn presses a boot against the table, blocking the submerging!
Flynn catches ‘Graves’ with an elbow to the gut!
‘Graves’ doubles over…
AND FLYNN DUNKS ‘GRAVES’ STRAIGHT INTO THE PUNCH!
BAMA: Gee-Hosephat! Graves gets SUBMERGED in the Bashmaster’s party punch!
Bashmaster can’t watch, covering his eyes… But then peeking through them!
”C’mon, Mister Graves! Stop playing with your food and finish him!”
Flynn backs up to the center of the ring, drawing a thumb across his throat, calling for the end…
‘Graves’ meanwhile, sputters, coughing out punch… And a decorative orange slice!
Flynn comes up behind ‘Graves’ looking for a back suplex…
But, ‘Graves’ running on instinct, manages to standing-switch, taking Flynn from behind!
TODD: Whoa! Surprising counter by Micheal Graves! Catching the ring general Flynn by surprise!
BAMA: Todd, for the first time tonight, you’re sounding like a play-by-play man!
‘Graves’ scoops his head under Flynn’s arm…
And rapidly heaves Flynn back into a pinning-back-suplex!
WHAM!
Both Flynn’s AND ‘Graves’s’ shoulders are on the mat!
The official counts with both hands!
1!
1!
Both men jockey to lift their shoulders, but don’t want to let their opponent out of the pin!
2!
2!
…
Both kick out!
…
AFTER A SIMULTANEOUS THREE!
WINNER: …?
Both men are on the ground… Looking spent after a hellacious… non-traditional… championship match.
Bashmaster crawls through the ropes, demanding to know what just happened and who won?
BAMA: Whoa! I’m lost! What just happened?!?
TODD: That looked like a simultaneous three-count, Bama… Both men kicked out… almost exactly at three!
The official explains that, to his eyes, it looks like both men were down for three!
Bashmaster shakes his head, and rotates his finger in a circle, suggesting the match must continue until there’s ONE winner!
…That command sends Flynn up off the mat!
”Wait, wait, wait!” Flynn heaves, exhausted! He looks at the official ”You said earlier you could replay the tape?”
The official scratches his head and nods!
”Check it. NOW!”
…Bashmaster looks at Flynn. Curiously? …Or suspiciously?
…Flynn clears his throat.
”Because there’s NO WAY I DIDN’T KICK OUT!” He grits his teeth, playing up the furiousness!
Meanwhile, ‘Graves’ shakes his head, peeling himself off the mat… Clearly, a little woozy after that wrestling sequence.
BAMA: Flynn has been a long-time advocate for instant replay technology… Ever since Relentless 2021, when he claimed official malfeasance ruined the finish of his ironman match with Thaddeus Duke!
TODD: …Oh yeah! Great memory, Bama! Flynn has been screaming about better technology for wrestlers for many years now!
Bashmaster nods, ordering the official to put it up on the X-Tron!
The official pulls up the tape on the X-Tron…
Quote:‘Graves’ scoops his head under Flynn’s arm…
And rapidly heaves Flynn back into a pinning-back-suplex!
WHAM!
Both Flynn’s AND ‘Graves’s’ shoulders are on the mat!
The official counts with both hands!
1!
1!
Both men jockey to lift their shoulders, but don’t want to let their opponent out of the pin!
2!
2!
…
”FREEZE!”
The footage is paused!
”GO FRAME-BY-FRAME!”
SLOW-MOTION!
Quote:…A timer pops up in the corner counting at 2.87 seconds
Flynn’s shoulder starts to shift… At 2.95 seconds…
Flynn’s movement lifts up ‘Graves’’s shoulder…
At 2.98 seconds!
…And Flynn’s shoulder escapes the pin…
…
At 3.01 seconds!
”NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Flynn howls, like a defeated Saturday morning cartoon villain!
”HAHA! THE DELIGHTFUL IRONY! HOISTED BY HIS OWN PETARD!”
Bashmaster claps delighted, as he dashes across the ring and raises ‘Graves’’s arm!
WINNER AND STILL XWF ANARCHY CHAMPION: ‘MICHEAL GRAVES’
BAMA: Wilder than a stallion! Flynn calls for a video review… And goes from a draw to losing!
Bashmaster beckons his Bashers to rise, giving his champion a standing ovation… ‘Graves’ exhaustedly almost can’t rise…
Until Flynn takes his arm and raises him to his feet!
A begrudging show of respect from the challenger!
Bashmaster continues applauding!
”Three cheers for my champion!”
The bashers all go ‘HUZZAH! HUZZAH HUZZAH!’
”And three cheers for instant replay! Tonight’s match made thoroughly clear why this technology has valuable applications in our industry! Going forward, Thursday Night Anarchy will have instant video replay technology available for every one of our matches! All thanks to the wrestler-first attitude of ‘Micheal Graves’ and his wrestling union!”
BAMA: How do you like that, Toddy? Mark Flynn works for years to get instant replay in the XWF… And ‘Micheal Graves’ gets the credit! Ya gotta imagine Flynn isn’t gonna like that!
…Flynn beams, continuing to raise ‘Graves’’s arm, as the Bashers cheer for Anarchy’s new innovation!
TODD: …Call me crazy, Bama. But, I get the funny feeling Flynn is okay with ‘Graves’ getting the credit for this one.
As Rock This Town blares throughout Three Mile Island, through the wall of junk and detritus making up the set rumbles as a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air convertible rolls out. Driving is none other than Lucy Wylde, sitting shotgun is Sebastian Everett Bryce, sitting atop the rear, not in the seats, are Enigma and Adam Garcia.
JC: The Universal Champion is here, along with his team!
BG: Lucy is the only one with a valid American driver’s license it looks like.
JC: What about Enigma?
BG: He’s not driving, Jacuinde!
The Tunnel Snakes make their way to the ringside area and park the Chevy. The cage slowly lowers as Enigma jumps into the ring, ready to start for his team.
A massive Fallout style vault door, marked “69” rolls open. Game Girl, Dolly Waters, Atara Raven, and Erik Holland all walk out in matching Vault 69 jumpsuits as Vault-Tec makes their way down the ramp to a jovial sounding Vault-Tec ad-song.
JC: Game Girl is here at a video game themed Pay-Per-View, Brody!
BG: We all are, Jackie.
JC: Yeah, well, you know what I mean.
Dolly Waters enters the massive cage and stands in the ring opposite Enigma.
JC: The rules are simple, no eliminations until all competitors are in the ring, each competitor enters after two minutes!
The referee calls for the bell.
THE TUNNEL SNAKES
Sebastian Everett-Bryce
Lucy Wylde
Enigma
Adam Garcia
-vs-
VAULT-TEC
Game Girl
Dolly Waters
Atara Raven
Erik Holland
BG: AND WAR GAMES IS UNDERWAY!
JC: And what a contrast of stars starting out for us tonight!
The Tunnel Snakes all cheer on Enigma as Vault-Tec all look fairly confident in their opening selection. The fans in attendance are going wild. Walks up to Dolly in the center of the ring, towering over her, as Dolly looks right back up at him. Enigma snarls at Dolly. Dolly snarls at Enigma. They tie up! Enigma immediately bull rushes Dolly! NO! Dolly counters with a drop toe hold to Enigma! Dolly back up and shoots to the center ropes! She rebounds as Enigma stands, and lands a dropkick. Enigma is sent back into the ropes, but comes back with a big clothesline to Dolly! Dolly ducks the clothesline, but Enigma rounds with a spinning backfist that connects! Dolly retaliates with a spinning mule kick! Enigma with a huge overhand right, then a thigh kick! Dolly comes right back with a palm thrust to the sternum followed by another spinning back kick! Enigma grabs Dolly, and presses her! NO! Dolly struggles out and lands behind Enigma, hooking him around the waist! Dolly locks in an abdominal stretch! NO! Enigma powers out, tossing Dolly over him and sending her to the mat! Enigma picks her up and tosses her into the ropes, and goes for the Equalizer, and it connects, sending her to the mat! Enigma again picks Dolly up, and rushes her into the cage, bouncing her off of it.
NEXT ENTRANT: ERIK HOLLAND
Erik Holland gets into the cage, and immediately rushes Enigma with a clubbing double axe handle to the back! Another clubbing blow to Enigma from Holland! Enigma spins Holland around, and hoists him for a gorilla press of his own!
JC: These two men are some of the strongest in the business, Bro!
BG: They sure are, JC, hosses gonna hoss, I love it!
Holland drops Enigma, letting him land face first to the mat! Holland goes and checks on Dolly, ensuring she’s okay! Once he gets her back to her senses, they turn and see Enigma getting back up! Holland rushes Enigma, who back body drops him into the other ring! Dolly, shaking the cobwebs out, rushes at Enigma, who back body drops her into the other ring! NO! Holland is back to his feet and catches Dolly, who clings to the top of the cage with her hands! Holland rushes the divide betwixt the rings in stereo with Enigma, and both men start brawling viciously!
NEXT ENTRANT: ADAM GARCIA
Garcia enters the fray and immediately climbs to the top rope, then like a spider, clings to the top of the cage! He climbs along the top of the cage towards Dolly, who notices! Dolly, hanging by one hand, throws a fist at Garcia, who swats it away with his own free arm! Garcia throws a back chop to Dolly, who continues to hang!
JC: THEY’RE FIGHTING FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!
BG: Not just them!
Enigma blocks a shot from Holland and hooks him, suplexing him into his ring, Holland’s feet nearly grazing the top of the cage as he does! Dolly, still hanging, throws a right at Garcia which connects! Garcia fires back with a right! Enigma with a fist drop to Holland, who moves at the last second! Garcia with another right to Dolly! Dolly with a swinging dropkick to Garcia! Garcia maneuvers out of the way to the side! Garcia with an elbow to Dolly! Holland back to his feet with a three-point stance shoulder block to Enigma! Enigma tumbles over the ropes into the other ring, below Garcia and Dolly!
NEXT ENTRANT: ATARA RAVEN
Atara enters the ring, and waves proudly to the crowd for doing so!
JC:The XWF universe is on their feet in recognition of the Goddess of Xtreme!
Holland grabs the ropes between the rings and leaps with a diving body splash onto Enigma! Enigma raises a knee as he does, sending Holland off of him and clutching his abdomen! Garcia with another elbow to Dolly, dropping her, where she crashes into Holland! Garcia drops to the ring itself.
JC: This is the first time Garcia’s feet have been inside the War Games ring tonight!
BG: And it won’t be his last!
Garcia looks across at the other ring where Atara is standing. Atara gestures for him to bring it on. Garcia steps through the ropes, away from the human wreckage on the ground, and cracks his neck, getting set into a judo pose. He approaches Atara, who also looks set to stand her ground! Garcia steps in, and Atara hauls off and kicks him right in the testicles! Garcia drops.
BG: The ole’ greco-roman groin kick, Jacuinde, is completely legal here tonight!
JC: Maybe someone should have told Garcia!
Atara preens for the crowd!
NEXT ENTRANT: LUCY Wylde
Wylde enters the cage and stares at Atara. Atara glares right back, a smirk on her face. Wylde walks up to Atara, and again, Atara with a kick to the groin!
JC: KITTY PUNT FROM ATARA!
BG: That’s the technical term!
Wylde grits her teeth in agony, but fires back a forearm shot to Atara! Another forearm to Atara! Another forearm to Atara! Wylde backs Atara back against the cage wall with wild forearms! Dolly recovers and rises to a knee, staring down Enigma, who has done the same! Enigma with a huge open palm slap to Dolly! Dolly with a huge open palm slap to Enigma! Holland has climbed back to his feet and leans against the cage wall, noticing Garcia! Holland turns and throws a boot at Enigma, assisting Dolly! Holland turns and steps through the ropes towards Garcia! Wylde bashes Atara’s head into the cage, and Holland notices! Holland charges Wylde with a shoulder block! Wylde collides with the cage wall, rattling the entire structure from the force! Dolly is to her feet and throws a sidekick to Enigma’s chest! Enigma catches the foot, and stands!
NEXT ENTRANT: GAME GIRL
Suddenly, Game Girl teleports into the ring and is standing beside Enigma!
JC: She activated the cheat code while her teammates got started in the match!
BG: Clever girl!
JC: Clever Game Girl!
GG with a huge right to Enigma, causing him to drop Dolly’s foot! Dolly with a leaping bionic elbow to Enigma, who is tanking the shots from both of them! Meanwhile, Holland has the upper-hand on Garcia raining down fists from a mounted position! Wylde gets in the mix with a huge lifting knee into Holland’s face which breaks the mount loose and Garcia capitalizes wrapping his legs around Erik’s waist and taking him down to the mat, Garcia gives a passing “Thanks” as Lucy nods and comes to the aid of Enigma but is blocked by Atara who rushes in with a huge lariat and turns Wylde inside out!
Adam Garcia, with technical prowess, switches Holland’s guard and locks him in…
BG: Gloria Ibérica!!
The Lion Tamer locked in Holland roars in pain. Game Girl from the other side sees this and begins to rush over but Enigma plucks her up by the hair as if she was nothing and throws a headbutt! GG drops dazed, literal stars rotating around her skull as Dolly gives a strong kick to Enigma’s breadbasket and clamors onto the mountain, wrapping her legs around Enigma in a hanging guillotine choke! Waters urges GG to get to Holland.
GG, dazed, sprints to the other ring for the save and as she leaps up with a charged punch!
WHACK!!!!
Sebastian Everett-Bryce out of nowhere spikes GG down onto the mat!
NEXT ENTRANT: SEBASTIAN EVERETT BRYCE
And Holland passes out due to the pain, unable to resist any longer!
ERIK HOLLAND IS ELIMINATED BY ADAM GARCIA
SEB gives a nod to Garcia and begins directing traffic as he goes to pick up Game Girl but Dolly Waters strikes from nowhere with a flying knee to SEB’s jaw!
JC: WOW! I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH A FAST PACED WARGAMES ELIMINATION AND TURNABOUT IN HISTORY!
BG: FUCK THAT, JACKIE, LOOK!
Suddenly, dozens of feral ghouls rush the cage, clamoring for the flesh of the defeated. As they swarm, cameramen and officials flee as JC and Brody G clammer to higher ground.
JC: Game Girl must have entered some kind of cheat code! We’re being swarmed!
The ghouls all climb the cage, and suddenly, arms reach through the holes within, grasping at competitors. Garcia is gripped by a bunch of ghouls, held against the cage! Dolly rushes in, and hits another buseijo knee to Garcia! The force shakes the cage, knocking the ghouls back, and Garcia to the mat! Dolly with the pin!
1…
2…
Wylde runs in to make the save…
But it is held up by ghouls!
3!
ADAM GARCIA IS ELIMINATED BY DOLLY WATERS
Suddenly, the rest of the cage is feeling the pressure of the swarm. The cage walls bend and bow as ghouls rush each side. Arms prod ceaselessly inward as hands grasp relentlessly, and the competitors feel themselves getting pulled in every direction.
Enigma staggers around the ring, watching in horror at the ghouls. He turns, and sees Dolly Waters glaring at him from across the other side of the other whole damned ring. Dolly twists a vile smirk as Enigma unleashes a bloodlust roar. Enigma rushes, bounds off the center ropes, and dives with a clothesline to Dolly! Dolly is floored, but rolls through, back to her feet, and against the ropes and cage wall behind her, as ghouls reach away. She comes back to Enigma and plants him with a Springboard Meteora, into a pin!
1…
2…
3!
ENIGMA IS ELIMINATED BY DOLLY WATERS
Waters kneels up drinking in the moment as Lucy Wylde has broken each arm grabbing at her in order as other competitors apply wrist locks, armbars, and shoulder locks to each arm coming at them. Lucy hits the mat in the ring opposite Dolly. She looks up, and with terror and purpose in her eyes, realizes that somehow, Dolly was a danger, not just some notoriety.
JC: Lucy Wylde fought out of the grasp of the ghouls!
Suddenly, Atara Raven presses joint control on the final ghoul arm, falling backward, as she lands on Dolly. Lucy stalks, and Atara stands. Atara looks at Lucy before flexing to the crowd.
Lucy Rushes in and dives at Atara, locking her into a Kimura Lock.
The ghouls all grasp and hold the competitors.
All the partners held back by swarths of the mindless.
Lucy dominated, pressing Atara to submit.
Game Girl flies in with a roundhouse which Wylde barely ducks her head under as Bryce rushes in and takes down GG with a spear! Game Girl grits her teeth and throws both fists down into Sebastian’s back in a powerful double axe-handle into his spine! Bryce crumples but doesn’t relent stepping up and throwing a fist into GG’s bulbous dome!
Waters sprints forward and springboards off Sebastian’s shoulders as GG emits light from her palm and blasts Sebastian in the face with a Power Geyser!!
As Waters sails through the air, her feet pointed at Lucy’s head, Wylde with quickness shields herself with Raven’s body and Dolly tries to throw herself in another direction but messily lands against Atara who cries out in pain before tapping!
ATARA RAVEN IS ELIMINATED BY LUCY WYLDE
Wylde gives a smirk as she throws Atara’s body away and looks to a seething Dolly who retaliates. The absolute stiffest rib kick seen in the history of the business occurs as Dolly Waters, in a rage, stalks forward, relentlessly, throwing the blows she wants and calls at a whim.
On the other side GG and Sebastian are locked in an even bout, Seb’s hair and face slightly singed from GG’s blast, the two square off in an almost martial art level affair of strikes that are blocked and countered and blocked and countered!
JC: Is Game Girl smiling?
BG: She’s enjoying herself! Hell, I think Seb is too!
Quick as a flash GG dodges a big roundhouse from Sebastian and counters with a low sweep! Bryce topples over and GG begins to air juggle him with a flurry of blows!
As Game Girl sets up a huge Power-Up Punch, Bryce falls, landing on his knee and stops the charge with a shoulder block to GG’s gut and keels her over before Bryce drops her with a DDT! Sebastian gives a starfish kip-up with a flourish and kicks GG’s head up before booting her back into the arms of the hungry ghouls!
As all this is happening.
Lucy feels her knee nearly collapse as Dolly throws a kick.
Lucy is shocked by the power of a punch from Dolly.
JC: This, Brody, this is the real main event in the XWF.
BG: How do you figure, Jackie?
JC: Neither of these women quit, Brody.
Dolly throws another knee, but Lucy goes to block it.
She struggles, slowing it down.
Dolly presses through and shatters Lucy’s jaw with a nasty forearm, Wylde backs off holding her face before screaming back with a front kick which explodes Dolly’s nose, an arc of blood flying back as she falls!
Into the arms of Sebastian Everett-Bryce!
BG: THE STAMFORD BRIDGE!!!
Dolly is wrapped in the bridge from the Tiger Suplex as Lucy kneels fixing her jaw. The ref rushes in for the count!
1…
2…
Game Girl looks helplessly from the tangle of ghoul arms trying to break free.
3!
DOLLY WATERS IS ELIMINATED BY SEBASTIAN EVERETT BRYCE
Waters drops to the mat and rubs her hands over her face as Sebastian comes to the aid of his partner. Waters steps up to leave before looking at GG still tangled and gives a solemn nod, Game Girl smiles at Dolly before she grows in anger and rips an arm free, tearing ghouls limbs away with it and aiming a fist at Sebastian!
BG: ROCKET-PROPELLED FIST!!!!
Game Girl’s clenched fist jets off her arm and spirals towards SEB in a stream!
BUT LUCY WYLDE BARGES SEBASTIAN DOWN AND TAKES THE PROVERBIAL BULLET!
Game Girl rips her other arm loose and places two fingers on her forehead teleporting behind Sebastian and striking him in the spine!
She reattaches her fist before teleporting to Seb’s front and throwing a heavy straight into Bryce’s stomach!
Seb doubles over, spittle flying from his mouth as Game Girl catches his jaw with a Flip Kick! Bryce is mid-air as Game Girl clenches her fist and powers up before delivering a HUGE uppercut which sends Seb flying out of the ring, crashing through the cage ceiling and into the army of ghouls!!!
SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE IS ELIMINATED BY GAME GIRL!
Game Girl catches her breath as she stands in the moment.
JC: What a combo by Game Girl!
Lucy Wylde steps groggily onto her feet as she spits blood from her mouth and stares daggers as Game Girl who lets out a pillar of steam from her arm.
BG: And then there were two!
The crowd are on their feet chanting for both competitors as Game Girl and Wylde drink in the moment locked in at one another.
Both women ready themselves before giving a roar and sprinting at each other with an extended fist before colliding!
A strike to Lucy’s jaw!
A fist burrowing into Game Girl’s temple!
They keep standing, separating briefly before Wylde stikes with a spinning heel kick sending GG’s head in a full 360 but Game Girl comes back with a High Kick! The jumping roundhouse connects against Lucy’s shoulder!
Wylde kicks GG in the stomach before spinning around and going for-
BG: FURY BRAND!
The corkscrew Pele kick aims to put GG down but-
JC: COUNTERED!!!
Game Girl comes to life grabbing and entering a cheat code and both competitors appear on the top of the cage!!!
Game Girl, her hand still wrapped around Wylde’s leg, throws her through the hole created by SEB!
BUT WYLDE WRAPS HER BODY AROUND AND DELIVERS A SINGLE KNEE FACEBUSTER TO GAME GIRL!
Wylde flips GG over and through the hole in the ceiling!!!
Game Girl crashes onto the mat as Wylde stands and looks to the crowd.
JC: She isn’t thinking of doing what I’m thinking she’s doing!
BG: HELL YEAH, LUCY! DO A FLIP!!!
Better yet, she does two!
JC: CALAMITY FROM THE SKIES!!!!!
Lucy flies from the top of the cage, through the hole, with a beautiful double-rotation moonsault and crashes on top of Game Girl!
1
…
2
…
3!!!!
GAME GIRL IS ELIMINATED BY LUCY WYLDE
Lucy Wylde’s theme hits as she kneels up clutching at her ribs.
JC: Lucy Wylde put her body on the line, bruised and broken but she did it!!!
Wylde looks down on Game Girl who is barely conscious, gives a slight impressed nod and barely a thumbs up before passing out. The ghouls phasing out of existence as GG collapses.
Wylde pushes herself to her feet before raising an arm in victory as her teammates join her to congratulate her, throwing her up on their shoulders.
WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE WARGAMES FINALS: LUCY WYLDE
BG: Wylde getting a hell of an applause here, but her night isn’t over yet!
JC: Too right, amigo! And with a hell of a first War Games match, I can’t wait to get into more!
The lights dim and the intimidating melodies of O'Fortuna begin to creep through the loudspeakers.
JC: Prince Adeyemi has no excuses here tonight, not that he makes those often.
BG: No chance, Jack. He is leading one of the most formidable teams in War Games history here tonight.
Prince Adeyemi, flanked by Rave, Bourbon and Nickles make a deliberate, uninterested entrance into the Wargame arena. Their gaze solely focused on the ring.
As O'Fortuna plays throughout, we go backstage at Three Mile Island. A pair of goons guard a door, the letters FLC written on it. The door opens, and from the dark room within, Tommy Wish walks out, followed by Dadbod and Bam Miller. Finally, Shawn Warstein walks out and stands in front of the gangsters he drafted.
JC: The Underground, Brody, perpetrators of racketeering in the Hub!
BG: Warstein is one of the most decorated performers in the history of this business, he might as well be a crime boss because he's a made guy anywhere he goes!
Warstein and company begin to walk backstage and make their way to the entrance ramp, confidently walking together down to the ring. Dadbod cocks an eyebrow, making eye contact with Bobby Bourbon, and enters the cage confidently.
JC: Dadbod was a mainstay in OCW, Brody.
BG: And Bourbon would tell you he would have been if he stayed there.
CAESAR’S ARMY
Prince Adeyemi
James Raven
Charlie Nickles
Bobby Bourbon
- vs -
THE UNDERGROUND
Shawn Warstein
Dadbod
Bam Miller
Tommy Wish
Bobby stands in the far ring, beckoning for Dadbod. Dadbod walks to the second ring and steps through the ropes. As he does, Bobby cravenly rushes him with clubbing blows! Bobby pulls him into the ring and leans him against the ropes, then rakes his eyes! Dadbod stumbles to the corner, adjoining another ring corner! Dad Bod fires back with a palm strike to the chest that echoes throughout the arena. The 6’5”, 290 pound professor takes a half stumble step back, cocks his fist and returns fire with a big right hand. Dad Bod eats it and rubs his chin for a moment.
JC: Dad Bod knew that War is going to hurt tonight, and he seems more than prepared for it!
BG: One punch isn’t an entire war, Jack. Looking at the weapons strewn about the ringside area, that punch might just be the lightest thing Dad Bod feels this evening.
JC: The ringside area does indeed look like a wasteland straight out of the Fallout franchise. What and how they use this debris as weaponry is only up to the combatants imaginations.
Dad Bod points up to his chin and offers Bobby another shot at it, and Bourbon responds with yet another classic rake of the eyes! Bod stumbles backward toward the middle of the ropes, Bourbon follows up with a knee strike to the midsection and another big right hand. Bod now directed over to the far corner, is still shaking off the effect of the eye rake. Bourbon starts laying the boots to Dad Bod’s fatherly figure, trying to drive the wind out of his opponent with each kick. Bod shoves Bobby out of the corner and buys himself a bit of space. Bourbon goes for a corner clothesline, but Dad Bod ducks it and is able to switch positions.
With Bourbon in the corner now, Bod unloads a knife edge chop. He follows up with a few close-range forearm strikes, and with a grip of the wrist, irish-whips Bourbon into the far corner. Bourbon hits the turnbuckles back first and Dad Bod charges in right after, yet Bobby is able to get his boot up in time, catching Dad Bod right under the jaw. Dad Bod stumbles outward toward the center of ring one, and Bourbon explodes out of the corner with the clothesline he was looking for earlier.
BG: Dad Bod is no small guy. The problem he’s having right now is, Bobby Bourbon has both the height and weight advantage.
JC: Bod has enough power and prowess, though, that I don’t foresee him being too hindered by it.
Bourbon waits for Dad Bod to pull himself back up to his feet and then directs him back into a corner. Once more he starts laying the boots to Dad Bod and this time gets him down into a seated position with these repeated stomps. Bourbon places the sole of his boot on Bod’s throat and chokes the life out of him while he glances up at the clock that’s been ticking down toward the next entrant. This gives Bod the opening to shove Bourbon’s foot off and grab a needed breath. Bourbon corrals him by the head and pulls him back to a standing position. He pulls him out to the center of the ring and attempts to hook Dad Bod up for a double-underhook suplex, but Bod puts his strength on display and keeps Bourbon from locking his grasp. Dad Bod counters with a big back body drop, dropping Bourbon high and tight on his shoulder blades and causing him to roll out of the ring entirely to collect his thoughts.
NEXT ENTRANT: PRINCE ADEYEMI
JC: Oh God, it looks like the Captain of Caesar’s Army, the Prince himself, is making his way into the Wargames cell!
BG: That’s tough luck for the Underground. That means that Adeyemi’s team will enjoy the numbers advantage each time there’s an odd number of fighters in the fight.
JC: Dad Bod isn’t backing down, though. He’s drawing a metaphorical line in the sand, and he’s asking Adeyemi to cross it!
Adeyemi steps up to the ropes and springboards over them to stand toe to toe with Dad Bod. The two men put their hands up in a boxing posture, and start to throw test jabs until Adeyemi catches Dad Bod in the gut with a body shot and a combination right cross. Dad Bod blocks the left hook and returns with a forearm shiv to the former Universal Champion, and a second, and third, that has Prince backed up to the ropes. Dad Bod with an irish whip, but it gets reversed, with Adeyemi instead sending him running into the far ropes. Adeyemi lines him up and drops him with a picture-perfect dropkick right on the button.
Bobby Bourbon, still on the outside, doesn’t seem all that interested to return to the fight right at this moment. Adeyemi shoots him a momentary glance but never doubts that he has the situation under control. Dad Bod crawls over toward the ropes using them to pull himself back up to his feet. Adeyemi tries to hook the head but Bod throws an elbow into the solar plexus, causing the Captain to pause for a bit. Dad Bod grabs Adeyemi around the waist looking for perhaps a German Suplex but from the outside Bourbon grabs Bod by the ankle. The momentary distraction allows Adeyemi to hit a back elbow and follow that up with another, more powerful discus elbow. Dad Bod stumbles through the ropes and lands on the outside right at Bobby’s feet.
JC: It’s not looking good for Dad Bod right now.
BG: Two minutes goes by fast. Maybe it doesn’t feel like it when you’re in a fight, but help is about to be on the way.
By the time Dad Bod pulls himself up to one knee, it appears as though Bourbon has a piece of bent rebar in his hand. He jams the sharp tip of the metal down into Dad Bod’s forehead! Bod screams out with his back pressed up against the ring apron and with all of Bourbon’s weight trying to drive that metal into and through his skull. Dad Bod catches Bourbon in the breadbasket with a straight right hand, loosening his grip, and another to cause Bourbon to stumble back. Bod pulls himself up but the blood is already starting to trickle down over his face from the new laceration. Bourbon, rebar still in hand, sees his opportunity and goes for the homerun swing. Dad Bod ducks and Bourbon catches nothing but ringpost! Bobby quickly drops the reverberating metal bar and clutches his hands in agony. Adeyemi watches as Dad Bod grabs Bourbon by the back of his neck and slams him face first down onto the steel steps before tossing him into the nearby chain link cage wall!
JC: I think Bobby may have awakened something in Dad Bod just now!
BG: Even with the advantage, It’s looking like Adeyemi needs to get out there and help his partner!
Prince does, in fact, move on Dad Bod. By the time Bod turns around, he doesn’t even see Prince taking a running dive off of the ring apron, drilling him with the Crown Shatterer! By the time Adeyemi pulls himself up, he notices the blood that was spilled onto his skin from the point of impact. It looks like Dad Bod is in a bit of trouble here, when suddenly the buzzer goes off.
BG: Just in the nick of time, Jackie!
NEXT ENTRANT: BAM MILLER
Bam Miller wastes no time at all, entering the cage and making his way around the ringside area and in a b-line towards Prince Adeyemi, shoving him at full speed, sending him flying into the steel mesh of the cage. Adeyemi bounces off of the chain link but Bam Miller closes the distance and pins him against it. He throws a rapid succession of haymakers down on the Heir Apparent not giving Prince a moment to breathe. Bobby Bourbon approaches from behind and grabs Miller by the arm, spinning him around, but Miller grabs Bourbon around the waist and launches him into a pile of debris with a huge overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex! As if he didn’t miss a beat, he turns his attention back toward the Captain of Caesar’s army.
JC: Bam Miller has entered Wargames like a house on fire, really working to even the odds for this next two minute interval.
BG: That’s just it, even when it’s even, it’s not even. Because Dad Bod already had to endure two minutes of torture from Caesar’s Army. It’s still two on one, basically.
JC: True. Still, Miller is making the most of it. Giving his partner precious time to recover.
Adeyemi is back up and when Miller approaches he slams an old pre-war mailbox into Miller’s midsection! Bam Miller doubles over, and Adeyemi slams the mailbox down over Miller’s bad back, making contact just above the kidneys. Miller rolls himself up onto the ring apron. Adeyemi catches him, and attempts a downward strike of his elbow into Miller’s face. But Miller dodges it, and instead Prince catches nothing but the hardest part of the ring surface with the funniest bone in his body. Dad Bod is back up now, nails Prince with a European uppercut and forces him back into the ring where Bam Miller is waiting.
Bam catches Prince the moment he makes it back to his feet with a raking face claw and a massive headbutt. Dad Bod now in the ring as well, the two of them each take one of Adeyemi’s wrists and whip him hard into the far ropes. When he comes back they drill him with a hard double shoulder block that sends Prince down to the mat as quickly as if he ran into a brick wall. Bam Miller follows up with an elbow drop, followed up by a Dad Bod elbow drop, followed up by a Bam Miller standing splash. The two men who were seen as the underdog and the old dog exchange a momentary pleasantry as they stand tall in the center of the ring. They look up to see Bobby Bourbon with an entire road sign, pole and all, running towards them at full speed! They both duck and Bobby hits the ropes chest and stomach first, sending the sign flying over into the second ring. Bobby turns and the two men from Underground nail him with a double-clothesline, sending him over one set of ropes and into the no man’s land between the two rings.
JC: Bobby wanted to take Bam’s and Dad Bod’s heads off with that!
BG: It would have cut the Underground in half! Literally!
JC: Luckily they were both able to get out of the way. But that road sign landed in the second ring. It’s still in play.
NEXT ENTRANT: CHARLIE NICKLES
BG: I think every item in and around that ring is in play now, Jackie.
Charlie Nickles enters the cell and immediately scours the ringside area for anything and everything he can find. Traps, mines, blades, rakes, hooks. Nickels even grabs Big Jim and tosses it all in at the feet of Miller and Bod. Miller calls for Nickles to get into the ring and Bod pulls Adeyemi up to a kneeling position, and begins to just slam forearm shot after forearm shot into his chest. Prince blocks the last of these, however, and kicks out the knee of Bod as Miller is too focused on Nickles who has entered the first ring with a power fist on one hand and brass knuckles on the other. Miller picks up the big pipe wrench known as Big Jim and wields it as the two men are in a standoff. Miller steps towards Nickles but Adeyemi trips him up which gives Charlie the opening to drill Bam with a massive uppercut with the power fist!
JC: Oh my god!
The force of the shot pushes Bam Miller up into the air, flying back into the ropes that separate the two rings. Bobby Bourbon reaches up and, after gripping the head, yanks Bam Miller down from behind, snapping the back of his neck against the top rope and whiplashing him forward into what would have been a brass knuckles shot from Nickles, except Dad Bod intercepts and blocks the shot. Adeyemi grabs Dad Bod by the back of his head and runs him towards the ropes between the two rings, launching him over both sets of middle ropes and down onto the canvas of the second ring. He motions for Bourbon to follow him into the second ring and keep him occupied as the two of them turn their attention solely on the fresher of the two Underground members.
BG: Captain Adeyemi is directing the squad here. It’s a smart strategy. Divide and conquer.
JC: Something that perhaps goes underrated about the Prince is his affinity for strategic thinking.
BG: Dad Bod and Bam Miller have put up one hell of a fight, but they’re in need of help bad and there’s still over a minute left on the clock-
Miller is being yanked up by Nickles when he drives a fist into his midsection and an elbow into Adeyemi’s for good measure. But Charlie comes right back with a clubbing blow to the head with his power fist, knocking Bam right back down to the mat. Nickles discards the power fist, looking instead to inflict some punishment in a more personal way. In the second ring, Bobby Bourbon is raining down hammerfists on the gash that he opened up on Dad Bod minutes earlier. Back in the first ring, Nickles scoops up Bam Miller and drives him down hard with a Big Sidewalk Slam! Adeyemi springboards off of the middle rope and comes crashing down with an elbow drop to the head of Miller! Dethroning! With Miller writing on the mat, Nickles motions for Adeyemi for some assistance and the two men exit the ring. Nickles yanks the apron up and points to something under the ring. The two of them grab at it and slide it out to reveal a full-sized Nuka Cola machine! They stand it up dead center in the ringside area, but by the time they look up, Bam Miller is diving through the ropes, taking himself and Charlie Nickles out with a suicide dive that slams them both into the cage wall!
JC: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bam Miller attack with such reckless abandon!
BG: I’m sure you have, Jack. But regardless, I don’t see what other choice he had. And it doesn’t look like it was enough!
Adeyemi tips the Nuka Cola machine over and lets it slam down across the back of Miller! In the second ring, Dad Bod hears trouble and tries his best to fight back against Bourbon, only to get raked in the eyes again. Bobby Bourbon reaches down for a weapon but in doing so steps over a garden rake. Momentarily blinded, Dad Bod throws a few punches at nothing except air, yet unknowingly steps on the end of the garden rake slamming the handle upward and catches Bourbon right in the face. Bourbon clutches his face as he falls to the canvas writhing in pain. Dad Bod shakes his vision back into focus to see Adeyemi standing on the Nuka Cola machine that’s still on top of his partner. Adeyemi motions for Dad Bod to bring the fight over to him, and Bod wastes no time moving from the second ring back to the first. He reaches the ropes where he’s practically looking the Kingslayer in the eyes when suddenly Charlie Nickles swings a baseball bat from the ringfloor that connects with the side of Dad Bod’s leg. Dad Bod drops to one knee clutching the leg when Adeyemi leaps off. Another Dethroning! This time for Dad Bod!
Nickles makes his way into the ring as the timer reaches zero.
BG: Who could it be, Jackie?
JC: I don’t know, but whoever it’s going to be is both desperately needed and in a world of trouble!
NEXT ENTRANT: SHAWN WARSTEIN
JC: It’s the Captain of the Underground!
Warstein is in the cage door the moment that clock reaches zero and he makes a b-line for the second ring. Bobby Bourbon is there waiting to take his head off with a clothesline from hell, but Warstein ducks it and springboards up onto the middle ropes, jumping across and taking out both Adeyemi and Charlie Nickles with a cross-body splash! Adeyemi is the first back up but Warstein unceremoniously sends him over the top rope and crashing down onto the random detritus below. Nickles back up, he’s still got the knucks on him, he takes a swing at Shawn but Warstein ducks and delivers a kick to the gut followed by a superkick that sends him stumbling back into the corner. Nickles rebounds from the corner and Warstein catches him in the gut with another kick. This time he hoists him up and buckle bombs him right then and there, but tosses Nickles a bit too high as he goes flipping over the top rope and crashing to the ringside floor below.
BG: Warstein isn’t known for his agility, but I guess when it’s essentially three on one, he’s got to make his own opportunities.
JC: Don’t look now but Bobby Bourbon has that damned signpost again. How long is that thing?
BG: Eight, maybe ten feet, I don’t know. Looks like it was ripped out of the ground right from the local street corner.
JC: I don’t think Shawn sees him!
Bourbon, swinging for the fences, nails Warstein in the back with the end of the road sign and it reverberates with a loud thwap. He falls stomach first into the same corner that he just buckle-bombed Nickles into and Bobby goes for a second swing but Dad Bod is back up. He blocks the swing and wags a finger in Bourbon’s face. Bourbon drops the sign and goes for yet another eye rake, but this time the crimson-masked Dad Bod ducks under the attempt and uses his momentum to hit the ropes. By the time Bobby Bourbon turns around… BOOM- Clothesline from Hell! Dad Bod nearly turns Bobby Bourbon inside-out with the Buckaroo! On the outside of the ring, the Nuka Cola machine is starting to stir as Bam Miller pushes it up off of himself and back into a standing position. He uses it to pull himself upright but as he does he sees Charlie Nickles charging at him with an oil drum! Bam dives down onto the floor and Charlie runs full force into the side of the Cola machine, absolutely destroying the drum with his body and nothing else.
JC: There’s absolute carnage in and around the ring!
BG: What did you expect? This is Wargames! This is what everyone came to see!
Adeyemi is back up in the ringside area, scouring the rubble for whatever implement of destruction he can find, when he’s stalked from behind by Warstein. Shawn goes to pull Adeyemi back to his feet but the Prince jams an old, rusty screwdriver down into the top of Shawn’s hand causing him to flinch and pull away. Adeyemi grabs an Alien Shock Baton from the pile and swings it back at Warstein who by the skin of his teeth is able to pull back out of its range. When the baton comes in contact with the side of the steel cage sparks are emitted like a taser and the crowd in the front row reacts to the high voltage being in such close proximity to them. Warstein kicks the baton out of Prince’s hand and follows up with a short knee to the face, a straight elbow strike, and a spinning back elbow to the jaw… past, present, and future!
JC: The two Captains really are putting on a show, too.
BG: Dad Bod and Bobby Bourbon started this match what seems like an eternity ago now.
JC: I’m worried about the blood loss that Dad Bod specifically has suffered. Charlie Nickles looks like he has a line of blood running down his arm but it’s hard to tell whose that is…
With Prince dazed, Warstein rolls him back into the ring. But before he can follow up-
NEXT ENTRANT: JAMES RAVEN
JC: The final entrant for Caesar’s Army is ready to enter the fight.
BG: He’s going right up to Shawn Warstein. Two legends in the industry, going toe to toe, right here on XWF Wargames!
By the time Warstein can look into his peripheral, James Raven comes flying in with a divebomb that sends both Warstein and him crashing into the cage wall! Raven grabs Shawn by the head and rolls him up into the second ring. Bam Miller is fighting his way up and back into the ring now, showing clear signs that his back has been through a lot more torture than it can handle. Raven, being the gentleman that he is, helps Miller back into the ring with a hard hip toss over the ropes and right onto that injured back. He pulls Miller up yet again and, wasting no motion whatsoever, drops him right back down with a swinging neckbreaker. Dad Bod comes in looking for another Buckaroo clothesline, but Raven has him well-scouted and ducks the attempt. Dad Bod has lost so much blood now that his momentum doesn’t even carry him back to the ropes. Dad Bod turns and eats an FYS superkick that Raven plants right under his chin, knocking him out where he stands.
JC: The punishment of the numbers game and the order of the draw are really starting to show now. James Raven is basically a one man wrecking crew, the only one in the cage even remotely as fresh as he is would be Captain Shawn Warstein.
BG: Yes, but James wisely got the drop on him.
Raven turns his attention back to the captain of the Underground. Warstein is working his way back to a vertical base on his own, and when Raven repeats the FYS superkick, Warstein is able to duck out of the way. James Raven turns right into a spinebuster from Shawn that drives him right down on the discarded power fist from earlier. Even though Raven took the brunt of it, it seems as though Warstein’s stabbed hand was the one that landed between Raven’s back and the implement, and once more Shawn is favoring it. He shakes off the pain though, and starts to ground and pound James Raven, that is until Prince Adeyemi breaks it up with a running knee to the side of Shawn Warstein’s head. Adeyemi pins Warstein down while James Raven sets up for a springboard lionsault. He leaps but Shawn is able to get his knees up in time. Adeyemi loses his grip on Warstein and Shawn is able to connect with an upward thrusting headbutt from the canvas. Once more Shawn Warstein fights to his feet only to have Charlie Nickles scoop him right up and drive him down with a big Sidewalk Slam onto the road sign pole!
Bobby Bourbon is back up, and just for good measure, rakes the eyes of Dad Bod as he lie prone in the corner.
JC: Is that really necessary?
BG: What? Bobby is just helping him get the blood out, that’s all.
Bobby Bourbon limps over towards James Raven and helps him back up to his feet so that he can catch his breath a bit better. Charlie Nickles is back up and he’s helping their Captain, Prince Adeyemi, back up as well. For a moment, the four men of Caesar’s Army are standing tall over the competition. Nickles is favoring the arm, which, by all means, is definitely bleeding his blood from a gash carved out by the sharp edge of a smashed oil drum. Adeyemi points to Dad Bod and tells the three men to bring Dad Bod to him. The three of them move to the corner to pull Dad Bod out. Initially DB fights with errant kicks and punches to keep them at bay, but the numbers game gets the quick advantage. Charlie Nickles comes charging in with a running buckle hip thrust that smashes Dad Bod’s head into the turnbuckle behind it with a sickening whiplash effect.
BG: That probably wasn’t necessary. But it sure was effective.
JC: There isn’t anyone in that double-ring right now that isn’t giving it their absolute all here tonight. And there’s still one more competitor waiting to go on the outside of the cell structure.
BG: I’m not sure if he even wants to come in now looking at how the odds are stacked against him.
The move allows Raven and Bobby Bourbon to hoist Dad Bod back up to his, well, he’s not standing on his feet, but they drag him over to Prince Adeyemi who looks out upon the crowd for their approval or disapproval. It doesn’t really matter much though, as he hooks his hands around Dad Bod’s head, setting him up for the Guillotine of Destruction, when suddenly…
NEXT ENTRANT: TOMMY WISH
The buzzer goes off and Tommy Wish is standing right at the cell door. He looks in to see Adeyemi looking back at him, with Dad Bod cradled in his arms. Charlie Nickles and James Raven flank the Prince at his side and Bobby Bourbon walks over to the cage door with a smirk on his face. Tommy is stunned for a moment when Bobby points to something behind him. Wish isn’t falling for it, though, but as he goes to actually open the door to step into the cell, Wish is bumrushed from behind by a flock of feral ghouls!
JC: Oh, you have got to be kidding me!
BG: If things couldn’t look any worse for the Underground. I’m pretty sure that it’s all over, now.
The ghouls surround and shroud Wish, beating him down, until…
Until Wish starts fighting back, fighting off each ghoul one by one! Elbow strikes. Knee strikes. Anything that works in close range! The last remaining ghoul takes a swipe at him and he drops them with an Implant DDT!
BG: Tommy Wish is fighting back!
Bourbon is watching on with a smirk, that is, until Wish scavenges the ghoul to find a syringe with the letters FEV imprinted on the side. Bobby’s eyes widen as he alerts Prince and the rest of the crew to drop Dad Bod and focus on what’s coming for them on the other side of the cage door. With a roar from the crowd, Wish jams the syringe into his forearm and pushes the plunger until its contents are unloaded upon his bloodstream. Within moments, whatever was in that syringe transforms Tommy Wish into a mutant… no… a Super Mutant!
JC: Oh my God, what am I witnessing right here, right now?
BG: If I didn’t see it before my very eyes, I wouldn’t believe it!
Bobby Bourbon is at the cage door now, attempting to hold it closed. But Super Mutant Wish grabs the door and literally rips it off of the hinges, yanking Bobby along with it! Wish grabs Bobby by the scuff and drags him back into the cell where he tosses him back up into the ring, over the top rope, with a single arm from the ringside floor! He slams the cage door back into the cell, bending and jamming it so tightly that no one can get in, or out to help!
Wish steps up onto the ring apron, and over the top rope and into the ring. James Raven comes in with a super kick that catches Tommy right under the chin, but Wish shrugs it right off. Charlie Nickles has the road pole and swings it as hard as he can into the shoulder of Tommy, but the metal pole bends around the Super Mutant without so much as a flinch from the beast. Raven goes for yet another superkick by Tommy Wish catches him by the leg and swings him like a weapon into Charlie Nickles, taking the two men out!
BG: What the hell is going on here?!
Prince Adeyemi comes leaping in, wrapping his arms around Tommy’s massive head and his legs around his body, before trying to drill him into the mat with the GOD- but he can’t take Tommy off of his feet! Tommy rears back and drills Adeyemi with a headbutt that sends the Captain of Caesar’s army rolling back to and through the ropes from ring one all the way into ring two. On the ring floor, Nickles and Raven are concocting a plan of attack while Tommy stalks Bobby Bourbon. Bourbon appears to be pleading with the monster until he reaches up and… rakes the eyes of the Super Mutant!
Tommy doesn’t flinch.
He rakes them again, and again, and again. Tommy still doesn’t flinch. Finally Bobby rears back and goes for a haymaker shot only to have Super Mutant Wish gore him straight into the second ring! Bobby Bourbon goes flying over the ropes and smashes into Prince Adeyemi, taking them both out!
JC: Whatever we were saying earlier about the Underground’s chances… we take it back. We take it all back.
BG: What I’m worried about now is if the local authorities can stop Tommy Wish! Or should I say… Super Mutant Wish!
Tommy Wish sees Charlie Nickles standing precariously close to the ring apron on the floor at ring one. He reaches over the top rope to grab Nickles by the hair, but Nickles counters with a cinderblock shot that explodes on impact with Tommy’s face! Wish doesn’t budge! He yanks Nickles right up over the top rope and has him by the throat with both hands! That’s when James Raven jams the Alien Shock Baton into Tommy Wish’s back! The monster cries out as he releases his hold on Nickles and drops to one knee. Raven can’t believe that Tommy’s still up after 50,000 volts… so he jams it into his back again. Wish is in pain, but he’s still resisting the full force of the voltage!
Tommy swipes back at James Raven and nearly knocks the baton out of Raven’s hand. He jams it straight into the monster’s chest. He screams out as Prince Adeyemi leaps off of the middle ropes and comes flying in, catching Tommy by the head while he’s being shocked and drills him with a GUILLOTINE OF DESTRUCTION in the center of ring one!
James Raven tosses the baton and moves to cover Tommy…
But Bam Miller intercepts him with a clothesline, sending the two men spilling onto the floor below!
Dad Bod is still down, but now Adeyemi moves towards the downed Super Mutant. He scales the ropes and waits for Tommy to push himself back up to his feet before leaping off with another TOP ROPE GILLOTINE OF DESTRUCTION!!! COVER!!
1…
2…
NO!
Shawn Warstein breaks up the pin with a top rope elbow drop! It takes both them out, as well as future damage to the Super Mutant.
All that’s left is Bobby Bourbon, who crawls prone from ring two over to ring one, sliding under the ropes just enough to drape an arm over Tommy Wish’s body!
1…
Dad Bod sees it. He comes crawling towards the pin as well!
2…
Dad Bod throws his arm out to break up the pin-
3!
But it’s too late!
TOMMY WISH IS ELIMINATED BY BOBBY BOURBON
JC: You have got to be kidding me!
BG: We’ve got our first elimination!
Bobby probably isn’t aware of what’s going on right now, which may be for the better. XWF crews have to force their way back through the mangled cage door to stimpak Wish and get him out of the cell. On the outside of the ring, Bam Miller is laying the blows onto James Raven. Raven blocks a right hand and follows up with one of his own, but Miller snatches his arm out of the air and counters with a kick to the gut and a Miller Time Stunner! It might have been Bam’s last gasp as he’s clutching his lower back more now than ever. Still though, he fights through the pain to roll James Raven over to lock in the Wired Shut STF!
JC: Miller Time! He got all of that one on the ring floor!
BG: And now he’s going for the submission!
Prince Adeyemi moves to the ropes to go out to break up the submission, but he’s met from behind by Warstein, who spins him around and starts to lay into him with a furious series of punches and elbow strikes, much like before.
JC: The Captain is trying to save his partner, but the other Captain is there to stop him!
BG: If Bam Miller gets this STF locked in, it’s nighty-night for the black bird!
Bam just has it locked in to the point where he can pull back on Raven, where he is blindsided by Charlie Nickles with the stun baton! 50,000 volts right into the injured back area of Miller, sending him doubling over and writing on the ringside floor. Raven feels the residuals of this and needs to collect himself. Nickles yanks Miller back up and onto the ring apron. He rolls Miller back into the ring where he stops right next to Bobby Bourbon. Bourbon lifts his arm up, and drapes it over Bam’s chest!
1…
2…
3!
BAM MILLER IS ELIMINATED BY BOBBY BOURBON
BG: I thought Miller had Raven dead to rights, but instead, Bobby Bourbon gets his second elimination of the night!
JC: I’m still not sure that Bobby is aware that he has one, let alone two.
By the time Bobby does come to and realizes what has happened, he’s all too proud of himself and pulls himself back up to his feet so he can let the world know it. What he doesn’t see, standing right behind him, is the bloodied and battered Dad Bod, who is still in this match alongside him. By the time Bobby stumbles back and bumps into Dad Bod, he slowly turns around to see Dad Bod looking him right in the eyes. Bobby cocks back for a finishing blow, but Dad Bod yanks him up with an Uphill Both Ways TKO!
JC: Dad Bod just laid Bobby out COLD!
Dad Bod sinks to his knees in front of Bobby Bourbon’s prone form. He slides down for the cover. James Raven and Charlie Nickles both look up to see Dad Bod making the cover from the ringside floor…
1…
2…
But neither of them make the effort to stop the elimination from happening.
3!
BOBBY BOURBON IS ELIMINATED BY DADBOD
JC: I guess they never really did like him anyway.
BG: Not the greatest strategic move overall, but yeah. I guess not.
Dad Bod sits up on his knees as he savors the elimination of Bourbon. He watches as the XWF crews drag him out of the cage. By the time he looks up, James Raven is standing right over him. Raven leaps into the air and grabs Dad Bod by the head as he does, drilling him with a modified version of the Flight of the Raven right then and there! Dad Bod is knocked out cold when Raven holds onto the head for the cover-
1…
2…
No! Warstein breaks up the pin! He pulls James Raven right up into the Dreamweaver! A Dragon Sleeper hold that Raven fights with all of his might to get out of! But the more Raven fights, the more Shawn Warstein is able to lock it in, further locking it and getting his legs around Raven’s waist as well! They fall back onto the mat and Raven’s got his hand up as though he’s ready to tap out!
JC: This could be it yet again for James Raven!
BG: He’s getting stretched tonight, for sure!
The crowd is on their feet as Warstein wrenches back on the hold. But Adeyemi is back up and he kicks at Warstein to break the hold… but Warstein won’t break it! He’s got the Injection locked all the way in! Prince kicks and kicks and kicks but Warstein refuses to break the hold. Then, out of nowhere, Charlie Nickles jams the stun baton into Warstein’s arm! The volts pass through both Warstein and Raven, but STILL Warstein won’t release the hold!
BG: HOW IS HE DOING THIS?!
JC: HE’S NOT HUMAN!
Nickles drops the stun baton and grabs James Raven by the waist. He hoists him up and Shawn Warstein up along with him. With the Injection still locked in, Nickles pulls them up as high as he can and drops them BOTH with a BIG SIDEWALK SLAM!!! Finally Warstein is forced to break the hold and James Raven flops out of his grasp.
BG: I can’t believe this!
Adeyemi grabs Raven’s limp arm and drags him over Dad Bod!
1…
2…
3!!!
DADBOD IS ELIMINATED BY JAMES RAVEN
Adeyemi, gasping for breath, crawls over to Shawn Warstein and drapes his arm over the opposing captain’s chest for the cover-
1…
2…
NO!!!
Somehow Shawn Warstein kicks out!
Adeyemi cannot believe it. He pulls himself back to his feet and the opposing Captain along with him. He looks Warstein right in the eyes and tells him that it’s over for the Underground. Adeyemi grabs Warstein around the head, and he leaps for the GUILLOTINE OF DESTRUCTION- NO- SHAWN WARSTEIN WITH A DESPERATION SNAPMARE COUNTER- ADEYEMI ROLLS BACK TO HIS FEET BUT THIS TIME HE IS CAUGHT BY THE AFTERTHOUGHT!!!
JC: MY GOD! I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER! BUT OLD GUNSLINGER WARSTEIN IS STILL ALIVE!!!!
Warstein hooks both legs for the cover!
1..
2..
CHARLIE NICKLES YANKS WARSTEIN UP BY HIS ARMS, RIGHT INTO A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK! DDT!!! DEVIL HOOK DROP ONTO THE POWER GLOVE!
1…
2…
3!!!
SHAWN WARSTEIN IS ELIMINATED BY CHARLIE NICKLES
WINNERS AND MOVING ONTO THE WARGAMES FINALS: CHARLIE NICKLES, JAMES RAVEN AND PRINCE ADEYEMI
JC: What an absolute WAR we’ve witnessed here, Brody!
BG: I feel like that’s at least the fourth time you’ve said that tonight, partner!
JC: Well, if it’s true, it’s true… one thing is for certain, this has been a Wargames for the record books, and the battle is only just beginning!
BG: I’ve gotta say, this is not a result I was expecting to see, the old head.. Fuzz…
JC: You mean Shawn Warstein
BG: EXACTLY! Warstien marched his troops into this arena tonight boasting his experience in the XWF as a value add- but it was the strength and savvy of the newblood, like Prince Adeyemi, like Charlie Nickles, the new guard of the old guard that saw this battle through until the end.
JC: And now, CAESER’S LEGION is walking into the finals with a nearly unprecedented advantage. 3 warriors ready to win WarGames Fallout!
The opening riff of “The Hangman's Body Count” by Volbeat starts to play throughout the arena as the lights dim.
Several red and purple laser lights envelope the stage as Matthias Syn casually walks through the curtain, donning a trademark Institute courser duster.
Shortly, thereafter, his team emerges from behind the curtain as well, all wearing the same dusters! They move as one, lock-step! As Syn steps onto the stage, his teammates do the same. As Syn stops and acknowledges the crowd by stretching both arms forward while touching his balled up fists together, they do the same.
They are one hivemind. One perfectly tuned unit, poised to hunt!
JC: Matthias Syn’s Institute has the energy of a well-oiled singular machine!
BG: Yessir, Jacko! They may look ragtag, but they’ve clearly put in the time and planning to exist on the same page!
JC: But there’s a difference between making a gameplan in the locker room and executing it ina match! Can they remain on the same page once the bell rings?
After several seconds the team relaxes their synchronized routine, and they begin to nonchalantly walk down the ramp towards the ring.
The Institute team members slide under the bottom rope and each take a corner to pose on… Before climbing into their respective cage chambers…
…
From the top of the ramp…
Four horsemen emerge!
The four horsemen of the Apocalypse!
JC: The New California Republic! Cyph3r and his horsemen of the Apocalypse!
BG: A very promising foursome, Jayce! You’ve got Cyph3r at the helm! King of the Deathmatch, Corey Black! The Belt Collector, Serenity Holmes! And… Roger!
JC: Roger, filling in for Barney Green! A non-traditional substitute, to be sure!
BG: If it were any other team, I’d call them dead in the water… But Cyph3r has the Superior Design! He’s unmatched in terms of calculating excellence! Can he find a way to turn this chaos into opportunity!
Cyph3r rides down to the ring, flanked closely by Corey Black and Serenity Holmes!
…Roger brings up the rear, as his horse looks a little untamed… not sure how often the foggy londonder has ridden before…
Regardless, the foursome manage to circle the ring several times! The Institute members watch hungrily from their cages, ready for action as the New California Republic takes rustling formation!
…Finally, Cyp3r et al dismount… albeit with different levels of grace… before climbing into the ring…
Cyph3r eyes Syn in his cage, staring down his opposing captain… Daring him to step up…
Dyson calls to Syn from her cage, offering to start it o-
…Nope, Syn laps up the challenge, howling at the ref, to let him out and get a piece of Cyph3r, much to Dyson’s irritation.
JC: Matthias Syn, clearly eager to get a piece of his opposing captain as quickly as possible, dismissing his teammate’s notions of possibly saving him for later…
BG: So much for a unified hivemind!
Syn steps up, beckoning at Cyph3r to step up with him…
…Cyph3r grins.
Before nodding at…
‘KING OF THE DEATHMATCH’ Corey Black!
Black steps up… Syn is furious, calling Cyph3r every dirty word in the book, trying to shove past the officials to get at Cyph3r, who just safely stepped into his cage, as do the rest of the NCR team.
JC: And played! Cyph3r puts forth the body language like he wants to meet Syn head-to-head… And the second Syn steps up, Cyph3r baits and switches so Syn is up against Corey Black!
Dyson and Aurora call from the cages, trying to get Syn to focus on his immediate opponent…
Black cracks his neck, left and right… Eager to get to work.
Syn, meanwhile, is still pointing and howling at Cyph3r, telling him that what he does to Black is on him!
The bell rings!
THE INSTITUTE
Matthias Syn
Madison Dyson
Aurora
Mr. Oz
- vs -
NEW CALIFORNIA REPUBLIC
Cypher
Corey Black
Serenity Holmes Barney GreenRoger
The moment the bell rings, Matthias immediately charges at Black… Wham! Black catches Syn with an elbow to the skull, driving Syn back into the ropes…
Syn wipes away his skull, and charges again… Black raises a knee to catch him in the gut…
But Syn spins around Black’s raised knee, catching him around the back… And elbows Black in the back of the head!
JC: Syn is an absolute bulldog! He’d love you to strike him if it means he gets to take a bite out of your arm!
Black reflexively spins with a roundhouse that Syn nearly backward steps out of the range of! Syn charges back in… But Black wraps his arms around his skull and neck…
And HEAVES him like a sack of doorknobs up-and-over! EXPLODER SUPLEX!
JC: WHAT-A-MANEUVER!! As beautiful a suplex as it is physically DEVASTATING!
Syn lands in the corner in a crumpled heap!
…The Institute looks uneasy as the NCR cheers on Black from their cages, save Cyph3r, who remains silent but looks on with obvious approval.
Black picks up Syn by his throat, shoving him into the corner…
AS THE TIMER GOES OFF!
…
NEXT ENTRANT: AURORA
Aurora slides out of the cage, as Black forces Syn against the wall, launching a cross-kick straight to the Sin City Saint’s solar plexus!
Syn beckons Black for another… Then his eyes go wide looking behind Black! He hits the mat!
And Aurora dives in with a flying leg lariat, catching Black in the back! Black’s head rebounds straight off the padded turnbuckle… he slips back toward the center of the ring…
As Syn bounces off the ropes… And leaps in the air!
BIG STOMP to the back of Black’s head, driving him down face first onto the mat!
BG: Squash Black like a bug, Syn!
Black lands like a heap on the mat as Syn crawls into the cover.
1!
T-ONLY A ONE COUNT! Black shoves Syn off with enough force to drive the Revolution champion straight back to his feet!
JC: Gonna take a lot more than that to put down the ‘King of the Deathmach’!
Syn is surprised by Black’s strength, but Aurora is already grabbing Black by the back of his neck, and beckoning Syn to join her… He does so!
The two Institute Courses get Black on his feet, shoving him against the ropes…
They both lean over, looking for a tandem back-body drop…
But, with surprising agility, Black leaps over BOTH Aurora and Syn, and keeps running!
Syn and Aurora spin around, surprised…
As Black beheads them both with double clotheslines!
JC: Black proves himself able to handle a two-on-one fight!
BG: But it looks like he won’t have to! The timer just struck zero!
BZZZZZZZZZZT!
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NEXT ENTRANT: SERENITY HOLMES!
The Belt Collector slides in the ring, as Black has scooped up Syn and is once again shoving him against a turnbuckle, looking to trap the Syn City Saint, once more.
Holmes does the same to the other active Institute competitor, grappling her opponent and stuffing her against the opposite turnbuckle.
Black clobbers Syn with a series of elbows to the temple, while Holmes pummels Aurora with kicks! Aurora does her best to defend her head and block this sequence of blows…
Syn meanwhile cackles through the pain, daring Black to keep it coming… though he’s clearly worse for wear.
Black whistles back at his teammate!
Holmes and Black both go for an Irish Whip from opposite corners… Loading their opponents on a collision course with each other!
JC: Oh my! This attack could two of the Institute’s four out of commission early!
Both Black and Holmes WHIP their opponents out toward the center of the ring!
…
Syn soccer-slides low…
Aurora, mid-sprint, leaps off Syn’s shoulder…
And onto Corey Black’s shoulders! Swinging him back down to the mat with a hurricanrana!
As Syn charges… And catches Holmes with a yakuza kick to the face!
JC: Wow! Gorgeous simultaneous attack by Syn and Aurora! You couldn’t have choreographed that any better!
BG: Institute takes back control… And the timer hits zero again!
BZZZZZZT!
…
NEXT ENTRANT: MADISON DYSON!
“Finally!” Dyson shrieks, pointing and snapping at the official to open up her chamber… After a few seconds fumbling with the lock, he does so!
The moment that Dyson enters the ring, she starts directing traffic, ordering Syn to switch over to Black, she’ll handle Holmes, currently downed in the corner from Syn’s kick!
…Syn is clearly displeased by being told what to do, but sees Aurora grappling with the much larger Black and quickly switches to offer support.
JC: Clearly some tension between Syn and Dyson regarding who’s running the show here!
BG: But, for now, the Institute is revving along like a brand-new engine!
Holmes tries to muscle herself off the mat and out of the corner, but Dyson quickly leaps it with a DOUBLE-STOMP straight to the chest! Holmes’s limbs splay out, as Dyson delivers stomp after stomp straight into Holmes’s face!
Meanwhile, Syn and Aurora both corner Black, and take turns chopping away at him like lumberjacks bringing down a redwood!
But Black reaches out and shoves him to the mat by his face!
Aurora goes to contain Black, and they enter a grapple…
Just as Dyson goes to drag Holmes out of the corner, possibly seeking a pin…
When Holmes dives in with a desperation double leg takedown! Dyson tries crawling away, preferring to take notes out of those already beaten down, but Holmes won’t let up!
Until Syn goes and grapples her away from Dyson as-well! Dyson breathes a sigh of relief, cheering her teammates on as they both jockey for control in one-on-ones.
BZZZZZZZZT!
…
NEXT ENTRANT: CYPH3R!
JC: Here he is! The Superior Design!
The NCR captain enters the fray! …Or rather, exits his cage, slinking around the action…
Dyson continues to bark orders and give direction to her battling teammates, catching her breath by the ropes…
When Cyph3r nimbly leaves over the ropes!
Catching Dyson with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head!
BG: Holy cow! How does a nerd that spends so much time on the computer have THAT vertical leap?
Dyson drops, cradling her skull, as Holmes gets a grip on Syn, spins it into a hammerlock, and shoves Syn into Cypher…
Who delivers a roundhouse to Syn’s skull, knocking the Syn City Saint up-and-over the top rope!
Corey tries switching out a more traditional grapple, wrapping his hand around Aurora’s throat…
But Aurora catches the King of the Deathmatch with a surprise uppercut, driving him back to the corner…
Dyson pulls herself up, just as Holmes locks her in a full-nelson, wrenching her arms behind her back…
JC: Uh oh… Dyson seemed comfy directing traffic, but now she finds herself in the line-of-fire!
Cypher steps up, looking for a knockout blow to Dyson…
WHEN THE SIREN GOES OFF!
BZZZZZZZZZT!
NEXT ENTRANT: MISTER OZ!
The crowd lets out a rush of anticipation as the Behemoth, Mister Oz, breaks the locks on his cage, and shoves his way out!
JC: Oh my God! Business just picked up!
Cyph3r spins around, seeing the absolute MONSTER stepping over the top rope!
As Ozzy is almost over the top rope and into the ring, Cyph3r steps up and catches him with a high kick! To the upper shoulder! Oz seats away the Superior Design, who aims another kick right to the ar-
SWIP! The surprisingly agile Oz catches Cypher by the skull and delivers a HEADBUTT!
Holmes drops her full-Nelson on Dyson, who takes this opportunity to get outta dodge, sneaking under the bottom rope…
Holmes charges Oz, looking for a forearm smash… With incredible quickness, Oz sneaks behind Holmes! GERMAN SUPLEX!
JC: Mister Oz is loading the Institute onto his back!
BG: And he just might be able to carry it, Jacko!
Oz hucks Holmes through the air like a bag of fresh laundry! Holmes crumples like a hump, landing HARD against the middle turnbuckle!
Aurora, who’s managed to corner Black, goes for another European uppercut…
When Black grabs by the sides of the head…
And HEAVES Aurora up and over the top rope! Aurora lands on the apron and hits the padded concrete with a thud!
Black shakes off the strikes, wobbling toward the center of the ring…
STRAIGHT INTO OZ’S ROARING FACE!
OZ heaves Black, up and over his shoulder…
RUNNING POWERSLAM ONTO THE MAT!
JC: WOW! What a slam! We could see our first elimination right here, Brody!
BZZZZZT!
NEXT ENTRANT: ROGER!
The Foggy Londoner quickly hops out of the cage, mostly because he’s gotten bored of thinking of words that rhyme with ‘cage’.
Oz places Black’s hands over his chest and howls at the official to count! Cyph3r and Holmes are in various states of recovery around the ring, as the rest of Institute recovers outside the ring!
1!
Roger crawls through the ropes!
2!
THR-Wham!
Roger’s brown shoe collides with Oz’s back, breaking the count! As he does his shoelace ends up untied!
JC: Good news for Roger! He keeps his teammate in the match!
BG: Bad news for Roger! He just made Mister Oz aware of his existence!
Black rolls over to the ropes, already trying to pull himself back into this one…
…Oz impatiently stands up out of his cover on Black, and spins toward the insect that foolishly chose to touch him.
A full foot under his eye line… stands a tiny red-headed beanpole.
Who clears his throat.
”Hello my name is Roger and I am here to do a War Games which is not my favorite type of game b-“
WHAM! Oz SLAMS his skull against Roger’s, caving in the poor foggy Londoner’s skull!
Roger collapses onto his knees, as Oz grips the slender Londoner up and over his shoulder, looking for another running powerslam!
JC: Oz could do this all day!
BG: But I don’t think Roger’s body could even take one of these slams!
Oz screams dominantly he charges!
…
But that gangly Londoner slips out the back! Oz puts on the brakes… As Roger goes up (his least favorite direction to move)...
And launches a leaping dropkick into Oz’s back! Oz goes facefirst into the corner…
JC: Oh my! Oz caught off-balance… In the ring with FOUR NCR opponents!
Oz rebounds off and out of the corner… Into Cyph3r…
BOOM!
HEADSHOT! (superkick)
JC: Whoa! What a kick… And somehow Oz isn’t going down!
…Oz remains on his feet, teetering unevenly… trying to shake off the cobwebs…
As the ‘King of the Deathmatch’ rises from the ropes to his feet… He dashes, spinning…
DISCUS ELBOW SQUARE TO THE JAW!
JC: HOLY COW! That’s the force equivalent of a sledgehammer to the face!
Oz…
…Oz!
TIMBEEEEEEER!
COLLAPSES ONTO HIS FACE!
As Serenity Holmes, the 22nd Century Girl, crawls up to the top rope!
Holmes leaps off the top rope!
TOP-ROPE RED BOTTOMS! (Double-footed stomp to the back of the head!)
Oz’s face gets CRUSHED against the mat!
JC: Holy cow! The Monster Oz is now a smear on the mat!
BG: Where are his teammates?!?
Holmes and Roger both work together to turn the gargantuan Oz from his face over onto his back…
Outside the ring, Syn and Aurora get the wherewithal to see their behemoth teammate is in trouble… They both start re-entering the ring…
JC: Here we are, Aurora and Syn trying to make moves to keep Oz in this one…
Cypher and Black wind up, ready to swing to stop the interlopers…
…When both Syn and Aurora are both held back…
By Madison Dyson, keeping them from the outside!
JC: What?!? Dyson holds her teammates back from breaking up the pin!
BG: Can you blame her, Jacko? Oz just ate three-or-so finishers… All Syn and Aurora are going to get throwing themselves in there is a beatdown! Dyson knows it’s not about the battle, it’s about the WAR!
…
BG: …Games.
Syn screeches at Dyson over what she’s doing… Dyson shakes her head waving off Oz. Calling her teammate a sunk cost!
Cyph3r shrugs, nodding toward Holmes, who goes for the cover!
1!
2!
THREE!
MR. OZ IS ELIMINATED BY SERENITY HOLMES
Oz rolls under the ropes and the officials start moving the massive behemoth to the outside of the cage…
JC: The bigger they are, the harder they fall! Oz was absolutely dominant for the brief window he was in the match… But Cyph3r’s squad caught him off guard, then pummeled him unconscious! An absolute master class in strategy by the Superior Design!
The NCR team exchanges high-fives and camaraderie over their first elimination… Roger holds up a hand for a high-five… No one sees him, so he high-fives himself.
Meanwhile, outside the ring, Syn is seething mad at Dyson for stopping him from diving in after Oz… Dyson is clearly exasperated, screeching at Syn to THINK!
Aurora, trying to hold the team, tries to remind them both about their Institute philosophy, working as one.
…This gives Syn pause, as Dyson uses Aurora’s assertion, like ‘see! Let’s work together like I’ve been telling you!’
BG: I’ll tell ya, the toughest thing a WarGames team goes through is the first elimination. From here, they’ll either splinter or come together!
JC: While Institute is at a 3-on-4 disadvantage, this match is far from over!
Dyson manages to wrangle her teammates into an impromptu huddle outside the ring…
Cyph3r, meanwhile, sees no reason to let his opponents have time to strategize, and whistles as Holmes! Holmes, still revved off scoring her team’s first elimination, breaks into a sprint toward the ropes… She bounces…
Dyson is barking orders and relaying team organization…
Until she glances up… And her eyes go wide!
Holmes dives!
Dyson sidesteps!
And Syn and Aurora both get crashed through by Holmes!
JC: TOPE SUICIDA FROM SERENITY HOLMES!
BG: Great ring awareness by Dyson dodging that strike.
JC: …Might’ve been nice if she’d share that awareness with her teammates!
Dyson grits her teeth, shrieking at her teammates to keep their heads in the game!
Roger claps delighted by Holmes’ cruiserweight assault… He jogs to the ropes… And leaps through the ropes toward Dyson…
And ends up a half-foot short! Landing face first on the padded concrete outside!
BG: …Man, never thought I’d say this, but ‘this match would be better with Barney Green’.
Cyph3r and Black both roll to the outside, looking to keep the numbers advantage they just scored…
Cyph3r goes for Dyson, clearly feeling like she’s his strategic opponent in this match, seeking to attack her… Dyson scoffs, laughing as she rolls back inside the ring, seeking to control this match while exposing herself to as little harm as necessary.
Black scoops Syn off the ropes and hucks him against the cage’s exterior wall with a metallic rattle!
Meanwhile, Serenity grabs Aurora by the scruff of the neck and rolls her back into the ring, seeking another quick elimination and getting her team a 4-2 advantage…
Cyph3r chases Dyson back into the ring…
But Dyson hits the opposite ropes, and catches the Superior Design with a baseball slide to the face, knocking him back outside the ring!
Serenity signals for a Shooting Star Samoan as she scoops Aurora off the mat… She goes to lift the XWF Tag champ on her back…
But Aurora slips off the back!
Serenity spins around…
Straight into a boot to the gut from Madison Dyson! Holmes doubles over in pain…
As Aurora shoves off the ropes past her teammate…
STARBURST SONATA!
JC: WOW! Devastating curb stomp by Aurora!
Holmes’s skull REBOUNDS off the mat with a sickening thud!
Black’s back is turned, dragging Syn’s face against the cage…
Aurora goes to crawl into the cov-...
But Dyson beats her to it, hooking the leg!
The official counts!
1!
2!
THREE!
SERENITY HOLMES IS ELIMINATED BY MADISON DYSON
Dyson comes up outta the cover clapping for herself. “HELL YEAH! TIED UP!” She stands up, looking for a high-five from her teammate… who clearly feels she just got robbed out of an elimination…
JC: Dyson steals a pin from her teammate!
BG: Oh, grow up, Jacko! This is a team event! Aurora should be thanking Dyson! She hopped on the pin and minimized Holmes’s chance to find a second wind!
…Dyson rolls her eyes, reminding her teammate it’s not about who gets the pin, it’s about who can get their opponents out the quickest.
Black takes a moment from laying a beatdown on the Syn City Saint, to turn around… And sees the 22nd Century Girl getting shown out of the ring!
JC: Black cannot be happy about that one! He takes his eyes off the ring for a split-second, and the score’s gone even!
Black stews angrily, before turning back toward Syn…
Who delivers a step-up enzuigiri, hopping off Black’s knee and catching the King of the Deathmatch with a kick straight to the skull!
Black is splayed into the cage wall, collapsing onto his side…
Syn shakes off the heavy damage Black has exerted onto him… He starts moving to re-enter the ring…
Where Roger springs up in front of him.
Roger puts up his dukes, ready to throw hands! Queensbury Rules!
JC: ‘Have at you, sir!’ Roger declares!
…Syn giggles at this goosefeather geek…
Syn seems willing to oblige, lifting both hands into boxing position!
Roger hops from foot-to-foot, ready to enter into a gentleman’s d-
Suddenly, Syn reaches out, grabs Roger by the back of the head, and TOSSES HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!
Roger cartoonishly collapses back onto the padded concrete.
BG: Someone get Roger outta there!
Meanwhile, Cyph3r has rolled back inside the ring… Dyson and Aurora both charge Cyph3r, pummeling him rights and lefts, sinking the Superior Design against the ropes!
Dyson directs Aurora to start an Irish whip double attack… Aurora obliges!
They both grab an arm and whip Cyph3r across the ring…
Aurora goes for a tandem back body drop… While Dyson hangs back, leaving Aurora to deal with Cyph3r’s counter, and she’ll pick up the pieces…
JC: Dyson, again, saying one thing to her teammates, then doing another…
BG: She’s seeing the big picture, Jacko! She knows Cyph3r’s gonna try and counter, and she’s in position to TAKE HIS HEAD OFF!
Cyph3r hits the ropes!
LEAPFROGS OVER AURORA!
And catches Dyson with a spinning heel kick to the face! Dyson ragdolls into the corner!
Cyph3r bounces against ropes as Aurora turns around… Cyph3r goes for a diving tackle… But Aurora hits him with a knee strike! Cypher goes down on one knee!
JC: Wow! The Institute’s plans go awry once more as Cyph3r pulls out a sequence of unorthodox desperation strikes, forcing control back into NCR’s corner!
Aurora backs up into the ropes, seeking to finish Cyph3r with an Entropy Blade…
…But, Cyph3r nimbly dips his shoulder… And gets Aurora up on his shoulder!
JC: No man’s land for Aurora! This could be Game Over for her!
Cyph3r, with Aurora on his back, steps into the center of the ring…
Not seeing Syn sliding in the ring behind him…
Cyph3r lifts Aurora up for the Game Over!
But Syn runs behind him, catching him in a guillotine!
SNAP SYNTHESIS! CYPH3R’s head is driven into the mat!
From the outside of the ring, Roger sees Syn’s moves as marvels at how pretty that spin maneuver looked…
JC: Roger, clearly a fan of a pretty twirl… Mesmerized into not entering the ring!
Cyph3r sees stars on the mat… Dyson, cradling her aching head, sees the opposing team’s captain down! She scrambles out of the corner to pick up the pinf-
…But, Syn moves faster, hooking the leg!
The official counts!
1!
2!
THREE!
CYPHER IS ELIMINATED BY MATTHIAS SYN
Syn howls triumphantly… Dyson grits her teeth into a forced smile, clapping for her teammate to secure an elimination.
JC: Incredible! NCR’s Team Captain has been eliminated! Momentum has shifted! NCR has gone from a 4-3 advantage, to a 2-3 disadvantage!
BG: …Counting Roger as 1 is pretty generous, Jacko! I’d say the score is 1.5-on-3… Maybe even 1-and-a-quarter!
Outside the ring, Corey Black pulls himself up by the chain link fence… And sees Cyph3r exiting the action…
Black fumes, shoving himself back toward the ring… Roger rubs his aching head, before seeing the King of the Deathmatch rush toward the ring and goes to do the same…
Dyson, Syn and Aurora all beckon the NCR into the ring, ready to keep their advantage…
JC: If you think there’s a chance Corey Black will back down just because he’s outnumbered, you don’t know the King of the Deathmatch!
BG: And Roger’s too stupid to know any better!
NCR slides back into the ring!
Syn attacks Roger! Black attacks Aurora!
Dyson reels back a fist…
And blows on it checking her nails, comfortable to watch the action from a safe distance and pick her spots…
Roger catches Syn with the ol one-two, left-right jab sequence! Syn laughs through the strikes, gripping Roger by the back of the head and driving his hip into Roger’s gut, doubling over the poor Londoner!
Meanwhile, Black shoves Aurora against the ropes… Aurora rebounds with a double knee-strike straight into Black’s face! Black drops to one knee…
Dyson, seeing her chance, springs out of the corner, before Aurora can follow through on her own attack… Dyson secures a front facelock, looking for a vertical suplex on Black…
But Black, quick as a hiccup, scoops Dyson into the air instead!
BRAINBUSTER! Dyson is driven skull-first against the mat!
Black crawls into a cover onto Dyson!
1!
2!
TH-Aurora dives to break up the count!
JC: Incredible move by Black! He nearly single-handedly evened the score!
Simultaneously, Syn is twisting Roger on the mat like a pretzel, with the Koji clutch! Roger’s limbs are being pulled in all directions and he doesn’t like any of them!
Black tries to scamper back to his feet… But as he does, Aurora catches him with a boot to the gut, doubling the King of the Deathmatch over!
BG: Aurora! THE Star of Combat! Has Corey Black in no-man’s-land! It’s about to be 3-against-one-quarter! Maybe even one-eighth!
Auora points at the back of her opponent’s skull! She bounces off the ropes!
STARBURST SONA-... No! Black sidesteps out of the way! Aurora’s foot stomps into nothing! Corey knees Aurora in the stomach, loads her between his legs…
Flips her onto his shoulders!
STIFF-AS-FUCK POWERBOMB! DROPPING THE TITANIUM HEADED WARRIOR STRAIGHT ONTO HER SKULL!
JC: Oh my God! I think I got whiplash just watching that powerbomb!
…Black crawls along the mat exhaustedly into the cover…
Dyson pulls herself up by the ropes… She sees Black moving to cover Aurora…
She looks over and sees Syn bullying Roger, not looking toward the action…
And smiles.
JC: What’s going on here? Why isn’t Dyson breaking up the pin?!?
BG: I’m sure she will, Jacko! But Black’s back is turned! He’s completely vulnerable! She’s gotta take advantage!
Black goes for the cover on Aurora!
1!
Dyson positions herself behind Black…
2!
She bounces against the ropes!
THREE!
AURORA IS ELIMINATED BY COREY BLACK
JC: What?!? Dyson lets Black eliminate Aurora!
BG: No, not at all! She must’ve mistimed her attack!
Black shoves away his opponent, pumping his arms at re-tieing the score…
UNTIL DYSON SMASHES HIM FROM BEHIND WITH A DECAPITATING DROPKICK TO THE BACK-OF-THE-HEAD!
AMERICAN! HISTORY! YIKES!
Syn glances away from his scrawny British opponent… and sees Dyson covering Black… But sees Aurora eliminated, being helped out of the ring by the officials!
Dyson hooks the leg!
1!
2!
THREE!
COREY BLACK IS ELIMINATED BY MADISON DYSON
Dyson pumps her fist, holding up two fingers for her second elimination of the event!
JC: Oh, c’mon! Dyson lets Aurora eat a pin so she can maximize her elimination numbers!
BG: Not at all! She just… Look…
…
JC: Go ahead, Brody. I’m waiting.
BG: …Okay. The first match only has ONE Survivor! Dyson’s looking AHEAD! To the final! And she knows if her team wins with TWO survivors? That’s still a numbers advantage! If she saved Aurora, Black would keep attacking… But if she waits for just the right opening, Black is out! And now, it’s two against Roger!
JC: …I can your reasoning, Brody. But, I still think Dyson’s only real objective is *herself* winning, not her team!
Dyson exhaustedly pulls herself up to her feet… As Syn shoves her in the chest, demanding to know what happened!
Dyson feigns ignorance, Syn points up the ramp at Aurora heading backstage… Dyson shrugs, ‘people get pinned, it happens…’
JC: Dyson acting like she didn’t just let her teammate get pinned! Ridiculous!
Dyson points at herself and Syn, indicating there are still two of them… And only one Roger, she points at the British geek, writhing around the ring shaking off Syn’s extended koji clutch…
BG: Dyson makes my point verbatim, Jacko! Now that Black’s out, the Institute has this in the bag! It was the perfect call from Madison Dyson, strategic GENIUS!
…Syn exhales angrily, pointing Dyson to the corner and telling her to stay there.
Dyson raises her arms acquiescently, like ‘glad to’.
Syn goes to scoop Roger by the scruff of the neck…
But Roger’s elastic noodle arms wrap around the back of Syn’s neck, dragging him to the mat!
Inside cradle!
The official counts!
1!
2!
THR-Dyson dives out of the corner, breaking the pin!
JC: Whoa!
BG: HOLY… WHAT?!?
JC: If Dyson had been a half-second slower, we’d be looking at a one-versus-one showdown!
BG: …Like Dyson would EVER let that happen! Yeah, right!
…Roger breathes heavily on the mat, as if he put everything he had left into that inside cradle…
Syn looks around, stunned, knowing how close he came to getting eliminated from that match on a fluke by a goof!
Dyson gives Syn a smack on the shoulder, like ‘seeee? I’m here for you, *partner*...’
Dyson offers to finish the job herself… She grabs Roger by the back of the head, scooping Roger into position for a Dead Bitch Walk-
ROGER DIGS DEEP! BACK BODY DROP! Dyson goes up and over… Landing flat on her back!
Syn surges forward as Roger exhaustedly pushes himself off the mat…
Syn delivers a kick to the back of Roger’s spine, and wraps him in a guillotine choke, seeking another SYNthesis!
BG: Here we go! A victory for the Institute is imminent!
Roger’s face gets excited! He remembers that move!
Syn goes for his finishing move with a rolling cut-...
The slippery Brit slips out of Syn’s grip!
Roger then grabs Syn by the back of the head!
AND DELIVERS A SYNTHESIS!
BG: WHAT?!?
JC: Incredible! Roger steals Syn’s finishing move!
Dyson cradles her aching back as Roger hooks the leg…
1!
Dyson turns around…
AND SEES ROGER PINNING SYN!
2!
Dyson dives…
…
……
TOO LATE!
THREE!
MATTHIAS SYN IS ELIMINATED BY ROGER
The crowd screams, rising to their feet! It’s down to one-on-one!
JC: And now, we’re down to one on both sides! Can Roger pull off the ultimate upset and secure a victory for NCR!
BG: …Impossible! Roger just got lucky! Dyson’s about to crush him like an INSECT under her combat boots!
Dyson charges forward wrapping her hands around Roger’s gangly throat…
She tosses him against the turnbuckle… As Roger lands against it the pad falls off… leaving an exposed turnbuckle…
Dyson leaps to deliver a Superman Punch, crushing Roger’s skull against the turnbuckle!
..When Roger looks down and realizes his shoe has been untied ever since he kicked Oz in the back to say hello!
Roger dips down to tie his shoe…
And Dyson’s fist collides with the exposed turnbuckle…
JC: Another lucky break for Roger!
Dyson seethes in agony, cradling her fist…
Roger rises up! Accidentally headbutting Dyson from under the chin!
Dyson drops flat onto her back!
JC: Yet another run of good luck!
BG: Shuddup, Jacko!
Roger leans forward, going for a slingshot!
Dyson goes up…
AND LANDS FACE FIRST ON THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE! Dyson’s skull is busted open!
JC: Oh my God! Dreams are about to come true! Roger has Dyson dead-to-rights!
BG: No no no no no nooooooooooo!
Dyson collapses onto her back!
…Roger agrees and thinks a nice nap would be great after all this excitement!
Roger leans over Dyson, using her dreads like a pillow!
BG: Nooooooooooo!
1!
2!
THREEEEEEE!
BG: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
…
BUT NO! DYSON’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!
JC: Wow! Dyson must’ve been running on pure instinct, stretching her leg out to keep herself in this one!
BG: …Oh my God, I think I’m about to throw up… That was the worst twenty seconds of my life…
Roger looks up after his brief four-second power-nap to the official telling him the match is not over!
He sees the shiny metal turnbuckle on the top rope!
And decides, even though he doesn’t like it…
IT’S TIME TO GO UP!
JC: Roger continues to be full of surprises! He goes to high-risk district! Will his lucky streak pay-out for this gamble?!?
Dyson cradles her split skull as Roger mounts the top turnbuckle…
Having reached the shiny thing, he decides it’s time to come down.
He looks for a soft spot to land… And sees Dyson’s cushiony body! Perfect!
Roger leaps!
FLYING HEADB-...
DYSON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!
ROGER EATS THE MAT HARD!
JC: NO! Roger’s luck runs out!
…Dyson impatiently shoves herself off the mat…
As Roger woozily gets himself up…
Dyson wrangles Roger over her shoulder…
DEAD!
BITCH!
WALKING!
Roger, for the second time in the last few seconds, gets dumped flat on the top of his head!
Dyson leans backward as the official counts!
1!
2!
THREE!
ROGER IS ELIMINATED BY MADISON DYSON
WINNER AND MOVING ONTO THE WARGAMES FINALS: MADISON DYSON
JC: Wow! We just watched a hugely competitive war between two incredible teams! NCR pulled out every stop! They brought an incredible game plan with them… And never stopped fighting, almost pulling off a major upset at multiple points through this match! But, Matthias Syn’s Institute secures the victory! And Madison Dyson will adv-... Brody, are you alright?
BG: My heart is racing, Jacko! We came *this* close to a world where ROGER beat MADISON DYSON!!!
JC: Folks, we’ve seen three teams advance out of the first round… They have the length of this match to recuperate and strategize!
BG: Strategize over what, Jacko! Some of these teams only have one survivor!
JC: Those are the teams that need to do the most strategizing, Brodster! But, if you think you’re about to get a cooldown before the final, think again! Because this X-Treme title match could absolutely steal the show!
The guitar opening of “Plowed” by Sponge begins to play over the P.A system bringing attention to the stage as the lights strobe as if in sync with the tempo of the song.
Will I wake up, some dream I made up
No, I guess it's reality
What will change us, or will we mess up
Our only chance to connect with a dream
-KA-BOOM!-
The fireworks explode off the top of the tron bringing the end to the strobes as a spotlight illuminates the figure of Tatiana Jolee standing there. Dressed in her blackout ring attire with matching boots and pads - her hair is pulled up in a bun and she has a black leather jacket with the Canadian flag on the back.
Say a prayer for me
(Say a prayer for me)
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me
(Say a prayer for me)
I'm buried by the sound
Of a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
Where I'm lost and I'm found, and I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound
Announcer: “Making her way to the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia… TATIANA JOOOOOLEEEE!”
JC: Former Purity champion, Tatiana Jolee! She’s one of the most talented technical wrestlers in the entire industry! Maybe even in wrestling history! And she’s making her XWF debut tonight!
BG: Quite a choice for her first match to be X-Treme Rules when she’s so vehemently against weapons!
JC: She’s made it clear, while she won’t abandon her principles, she has her own unique brand of X-Treme she’s bringing with her tonight, and the champion would be a fool to underestimate that!
To see wide open with a head that's broken
Hang a life on some tragedy
Plow me under the ground that covers
The message that is the seed
With a confident expression, she heads down the ramp, walking up the ring steps and gliding across the apron. She pauses briefly to wipe her boots on the apron out of respect for all who share this ring. TJ enters through the middle ropes giving the hard camera a smirk and a little wink while removing her jacket before using the ropes in the corner to do one last mini-stretch - gathering herself for the fight ahead.
JC: Some history at play here between challenger and champion, right, Brody?
BG: Absolutely, Jacko! These two have eons of history from Discovery Pro Wrestling, formerly Action Wrestling! They have… *some* shared history in regards to TJ’s former manager and Bacchus’s current fiancee! And there’s some clear bad blood, at least coming from one end of the ring!
JC: Well, to her credit, Jolee came off as a class act in her promo, saying she respects Bacchus. But, don’t expect her to pull a single punch in the ring tonight!
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.
ANNOUNCER: Making his way to the ring, from Oakland, California and weighing in at 205 lbs… he is “The Insurgent” – JONATHAN! BACCHUS!
JC: What an absolute tear Jonathan Bacchus has been on, huh, Brody!
BG: The insurgent has been waging asymmetrical warfare on the entire XWF Universe, Jayce! He’s beaten huge names like Dolly Waters, Madison Dyson, Matthias Syn… He remains on the march towards a 24/7 briefcase… and he’s made clear that his sights are set on Sebastian Everett-Bryce and the Universal Title!
JC: And he’s on his way to getting there, Brody! But he has a huge hurdle in his way tonight!
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!
JC: Speaking of his opponent, Bacchus was ANYTHING but respectful to his opponent this week.
BG: A backstabber! A bully! A manipulator! And mentally weak! Were just *some* of the verbal slings and arrows Bacchus launched at his opponent in anticipation for this match!
JC: Clearly no love lost from Bacchus to Jolee! And while Jolee didn’t get as vicious toward Bacchus, you can clearly see these former coworkers aren’t in for a happy reunion tonight!
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.
As the bell rings, Johnny Bacchus and Tatiana Jolee circle each other slowly in the middle of the ring, the energy in the crowd rising as both competitors size each other up.
Bacchus’s face betrays an anger, an eagerness to bring the aggression quickly… While Jolee appears more stoic, calm, like this is another day at the office.
JC: These two are looking exactly like their promos leading up to this match… Bacchus is 100% here to kick the wolf out of the henhouse… Jolee is here to work at what she does best!
BG: Two very different approaches! How will they collide!
Finally, the two move toward the center!
Bacchus shoots for a quick lock-up, looking to make this one up close and personal immediately. But, Jolee elegantly circles around his grapple, rotates her stance, to face Bacchus’ behind and… Neatly clips him in the back of the head with a picture-perfect dropkick! Bacchus nearly drops onto his face, but recovers into a forward-roll, keeping his footing.
JC: Surprising choice for a striker like Bacchus to start in Jolee’s wheelhouse with some catch-as-catch-can wrestling!
BG: Possibly trying to anticipate her prep! Jolee probably trained a number of counters for Bacchus’s muy thai background, but might have neglected thinking about what approach he’d bring in a collar-and-elbow environment!
Bacchus grips the side of his head, glaring as Jolee hops from foot-to-foot in the center of the ring.
Johnny steps in and latches Jolee in an arm-drag… But Jolee manages to dead-weight, keeping herself from going up-and-over!
…In response, Bacchus rotates his hips and cross-kicks Jolee in the ribs!
Jolee doubles over, as Bacchus wrangles a leg over the top of her neck, looking for an unorthodox octopus armbar…
Jolee, with surprising deftness, lifts her head, flipping Bacchus up-and-over…
…But with STUNNING grace, Bacchus lands on his feet! He back-pedals toward the ropes, ready for a follow-up from Jolee, but she remains in the center of the ring, waiting for her opponent to try again.
The crowd rises, clapping for the incredible sequence!
JC: Absolute poetry in motion! Both of these two are creating WRESTLING ART tonight!
BG: And they both look like they’d rather be doing it with anyone else!
The crowd’s approval falls deaf on Bacchus’s ears, who remains laser-focused on his challenger. Jolee seems content to let Bacchus initiate the offense… letting Bacchus tire himself out as he tries to control the pace of the match.
JC: Bacchus, the striker, clearly trying to maintain the aggression! Trying to keep control over the action! But, Jolee knows the champ can’t maintain that forever… And if she can wait out for Bacchus to make a mistake, you know Tatiana Jolee knows eight or nine different ways to exploit it!
Bacchus impatiently charges, but Tatiana Jolee meets him with a traditional collar-and-elbow tie-up. Jolee slips behind Bacchus with a waistlock and executes a quick single takedown from behind! Bacchus is flattened, face-first on the mat.
Jolee tries to neatly transition into a side headlock, but Bacchus deftly his quickness to shift his hips, rolls onto his back, and twists Jolee’s wrist behind her back, reversing the challenger into hammerlock position.
BG: Bet you wouldn’ta called that, huh, Jacko? Bacchus getting the better of the former Purity champion in a pure wrestling position!
JC: Hold that gloating, Goodman! Jolee clearly angling for an escape here…
Bacchus works himself upright onto his feet, twisting Jolee’s arm against her spine…
Jolee shows off expert footwork, shifting her feet from in front of Bacchus to beside him, reducing the angle of pressure… She then executes a forward-roll, slipping out of Bacchus’ grip!
JC: Wow! Incredible matwork by the challenger!
The crowd is absolutely mesmerized by the technical marvels in the ring.
Jolee breaks into a run out of her forward roll, hitting the ropes and coming back toward her opponent…
Bacchus bends over, seeking a back body drop…
But Jolee snags his skull… And swings him around to the mat, securing a side headlock takedown!
JC: Another small victory for the grappler, Jolee! If Bacchus wants to stay in this thing, he’s gotta start relying on his strengths, rather than trying to beat Jolee at her own game!
Jolee tries to secure a sleeper… but the Insurgent refuses to cede even a second of control! He twists like a cobra out of her grip, before swinging his legs around her head, securing Jolee into a head-scissors…
Bacchus tries to reach out to take Jolee into an armbar… but Jolee stacks the X-Treme champion onto his shoulders!
The official drops to count!
1!
2!
THR-NO! Bacchus manages to force a shoulder up! Jolee is shoved off, back-pedaling into the ropes
Bacchus nimbly backward somersaults onto his feet, as Jolee starts to charge forward…
WHAM! Bacchus catches Jolee with a side-step kick, catching her straight in the side of her kneecap! Jolee’s face is WRACKED with pain as she drops to one knee…
BG: THERE WE GO! There it is! The ultimate striker, Jonathan Bacchus! A perfectly-placed kick, debilitating to Jolee’s movement!
Bacchus backs up into the ropes, looking perhaps for a running Sparta Kick…
Bacchus charges toward Jolee…
Here’s the Kick…
…
MISSED! Jolee manages to narrowly side-steps!
Bacchus is off-balance from that home-run swing boot, as Jolee scoop him from behind!
SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! Jolee clinches onto the pin as Bacchus’ feet pedal wildly to get free!
The official drops to count!
1!
2!
THR-NO! Bacchus again forces the shoulder up!
JC: What a counter! Tatiana Jolee nearly stole the match with that german!
BG: But Bacchus refuses to lose
Jolee rises once more, trying to secure a collar-and-elbow t-
Bacchus spreads his arms apart, breaking Jolee’s grip, and driving her arms to her sides!
Wham! Bacchus hits her with a muy thai jab to the ribs… Immediately followed by a cross kick to the chest… Both land on target!
BG: Absolutely DEVASTATING strikes from the X-Treme champ! Jolee talks about how she doesn’t need weapons to get X-Treme? Neither does Bacchus because his hands and feet are already weapons!
Jolee gets backed up, trying to cover defensively from Bacchus’s muy thai based offensive barrage… But Bacchus just grabs Jolee by the back to the head… And drives his knee upwards under her chin!
Jolee gets driven back against the ropes!
Where Bacchus catches her behind the back…
WHERE HE TEARS OFF A GERMAN SUPLEX OF HIS OWN!
JC: Beautiful sequence by the X-Treme champion! And a picture perfect German Suplex!
BG: Trey Bouchet taught him to do that!
Bacchus bridges the pin!
The official drops to count!
1!
2!
THR-NO! Jolee forces the shoulder up!
JC: Incredible hardiness by the challenger, finding the wherewithal to force a shoulder up! Bacchus must be asking himself, what do I have to do to take control *and* keep it!
Jolee grabs the bottom rope to force herself to her feet… Bacchus, meanwhile, looks ready to take this to the X-Treme, rolling outside the ring!
BG: And he finds the answer quickly, Jacko! Get X-TREEEEEME!!!
Bacchus slides neatly to the outside, where he reaches under the ring…
And retrieves…
HIS TRADEMARK RAINBOW COLORED BASEBALL BAT! He lifts it to the crowd and they are absolutely abuzz with anticipation for X-TREME VIOLENCE!
…Meanwhile, back inside the ring, Jolee has regained her footing… And face tightens into a grimace, her body stiffening in visible disgust at the implication of weaponry entering something as pure as a wrestling match.
JC: Bacchus goes for his trademark rainbow-colored baseball bat! We’ve seen him do a lot of damage!
BG: And how can Tatiana Jolee counter it! She doesn’t ’believe’ in weapons! Miss ‘Pure Wrestling’ is about to get her head caved in!
Still, Jolee refuses to back down, waving the X-Treme champion to come back in the ring and try it!
Bacchus is more than willing to oblige, sliding back in the ring!
JC: Tatiana Jolee dares Bacchus to come at her! Clearly ready to get X-Treme, even unarmed!
BG: Her funeral!
Bacchus feints with the bat, and swings hard!
…But, Jolee ducks, her jaw clenching as she hits the mat! She locks her ankles around Bacchus’s felling him to the mat with a drop toe-hold! Bacchus lands facefirst and the bat slides out of his grip!
JC: Incredible counter by the former Purity champ, disarming Bacchus with some flawlessly-executed wrestling fundamentals!
Jolee’s expression returns to all business, but her eyes glint with an edge or animosity as she smoothly transitions into a head-scissors hold, tightening it with deliberate force!
Bacchus gasps, his face twisting in panic as he flails toward the ropes.
The official hovers over Bacchus, asking if he wants to submit… Not realizing he’s obstructing Bacchus’ path to the ropes!
BG: Get amateur hour outta here! The X-Treme title is on the line!
…Bacchus hovers, huffing angrily at the out-of-position official…
His hand moves forward…
The official eyes it to see an indication of submission…
But, instead, Bacchus shoves the ump outta the way!
And latches onto the bottom rope!
…
But Jolee refuses to break the hold!
JC: Exactly the brand of X-Treme Tatiana Jolee said she’d be bringing tonight! Just because she’s no fan of weapons doesn’t mean she can’t use the no DQ environment to her advantage!
Indeed, Jolee only continues to torque the head-scissors, completely comfortable with the fact that Bacchus can grip the rope until the sun sets in the east, and she doesn’t have to release her vice grip!
…Bacchus’s hand palms out, looking for…
…Yes! His hands hit paydirt! The rainbow bat!
BG: Time to get back to it! SWING FOR THE FENCES!
JC: Jolee’s in too close, Brody! No room to swing that close quarters!
Bacchus grabs his bat and wedges it under himself for leverage… He shoves himself upright… Jolee desperately clings onto her head-scissors! But Bacchus swings Jolee off of him and onto the opposite corner of the ring! Bacchus’ exhale is shaky, but the glint in his eyes shows a rekindling of confidence, as Jolee scrambles to shove herself off the mat…
JC: Great ring IQ by Bacchus! Using the bat to increase his leverage and escape the challenger’s submission!
BG: Yes, yes, very smart. Now, SOMEBODY HIT SOMEBODY WITH SOMETHING!
Bacchus smirks as he rolls outside, waving her forward, gripping that bat, daring Jolee to step into his strike zone!
Jolee’s nostrils flare slightly… And she dips under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring!
BG: GET BACK IN THERE AND GET HIT!
JC: Jolee seeing this as a good time to create space! Forcing the champ to pursue her if he wants to strike now!
Once more, Bacchus charges after her, looking to keep the offensive barrage cooking!
Jolee quickly turns the corner of the ring, looking to keep away from her opponent… Forcing him to keep moving…
Bacchus turns the corner himself… And turns sideways as he moves…
BEFORE HUCKING the rainbow-colored bat like a spear!
…
It goes…
…
OVER Jolee’s shoulder, colliding with the ringpost, rattling off the steps!
Jolee sees the bat fly overhead and seizes up…
Which gives Bacchus the time to catch her with a running knee to her spine from behind! Jolee falls face-first onto to the padded concrete, and ends up lying next to the timekeeper’s table!
JC: Once again, Bacchus is an X-Treme scholar, finding another innovative weapon use to surprise his opponent into stopping her strategic retreat!
BG: He’s outthought the challenger! Now watch him put her away!
Bacchus breathes a sigh of relief, as he picks Jolee up by the scruff of the neck… He point her toward the ring post, looking to Irish whip Jolee facefirst into the ringpost…
Jolee’s head is clearly killing her..
Bacchus goes to whip his opponent…
…
But Jolee reverses!
AND REVERSES direction!
She spins Bacchus around, shoving him from behind!
Bacchus can’t put on the brakes! He goes up-and-over the timekeeper’s table, bowling the poor timekeeper over like a number seven pin at the bowling alley!
And Bacchus flies up and over into the front row!
JC: And THAT folks is why you pay extra to sit up close and personal!
Bacchus looks surprised and dazed as the XWF universe gives him pats on the back, excited to be up close and personal with the XWF X-Treme champion!
Jolee tries to maintain control, barking at the crowd to get away from her opponent! The one-time Purity champ reaches over the front row to pull Bacchus back toward the ring…
…
But, Bacchus wraps his mits around her head and delivers a jawbreaker! Jolee stutter-steps backwards against the ring apron, as Bacchus exhaustedly shakes his head!
Jolee draws her arm across her lip, ready to dive in again…
Bacchus reaches over the fallen timekeeper… And grabs the timekeeper’s chair!
JC: Bacchus keeping this match firmly in the land of X-Treme! Jolee gets him away from one weapon, he just reaches for another one!
Jolee looks to grapple Bacchus and up and over the railing… but Bacchus creates space and JAMS the chair into Jolee’s ribs!
Jolee’s face flashes with surprise before it hardens into a grimace of pain! Jolee stutters backwards, resting on one knee… Bacchus again exudes confidence as he swings a leg over the railing…
But that’s when Jolee springs forward, grabbing the X-Treme champion’s leg and DRAGON-SCREWING HIM straight onto the floor!
JC: Bacchus’s face, meet concrete! Incredible wherewithal by Jolee picking her moment to discombobulate the champion!
Bacchus crawls along the floor, pulling himself up by announcer’s table… As Jolee exhaustedly leans back against the apron, trying to catch her breathe, Bacchus starts pulling off the top of the table, and pulling out its electrical components!
JC: Once again, Bacchus takes things to the X-Treme! Trying to keep Jolee out of her comfort zone by introducing every weapon he can!
Jolee, seeing the X-Treme gears in Bacchus’s mind at work, springs into action… She pushes herself off the apron, toward her opponent, and drives her hip into Bacchus’ gut, driving the oxygen from his lungs…
Bacchus furiously draws his hand up… And rakes Jolee across the eyes!
Jolee winces blinded, as Bacchus brings his palm to her face… And shoves her backward toward the ringpost… Jolee lands backwards against the post and takes an exhausted rest…
Bacchus collapses against the announcer’s table, clearly also spent…
Jolee reaches out… Looking to the post to pull herself back to her feet…
When her hands find… something unfamiliar.
She manages to force her stinging eyes open…
And sees her hand resting on Bacchus’s rainbow colored bat!
JC: Oho! Turnabout is fair play! Now, the weapon is in Tatiana Jolee’s hands!
BG: But, she’s a pure wrestler!
JC: Is the former Purity champion about to get X-Treme at a whole new level?!?
The crowd goes absolutely electric! They have entered FIFTH GEAR in terms of going absolutely mental…
Jolee stares down at the bat…
Then glances at her recovering opponent…
Then looks at the XWF Universe, desperate to see her go X-Treme tonight!
…
……
And she tosses it away!
JC: Jolee decides to stick to her pure wrestling principles! She tosses the weapon away from herself and her opponent!
BG: What a square!
The crowd lightly boos, disappointed they wont’ see Jolee go X-Treme…
Jolee instead charges toward Bacchus and the announce table…
She runs in…
But Bacchus catches her with a cross-kick to the ribs…
Jolee doubles over!
Not wasting a mount, Bacchus hoists Jolee desperately into a makeshift gutwrench position…
AND PILEDRIVES HER THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!
TRAGEDY!
AT!
BUFFALO!
The crowd, that was just disappointedly booing, EXPLODES in a heartbeat!
A chant breaks out ‘HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!’
The official charges in through the rubble, clearing bits of table…
As he does, he sees Bacchus lying unconscious…
Ontop of the challenger!
He drops to count!
1!
2!
THREE!
WINNER AND STILL XWF X-TREME CHAMPION: JOHNNY BACCHUS
JC: Oh my GAWD! What a finishing maneuver by Bacchus! Tatiana Jolee might have given Bacchus his stiffest title challenge to-date! But Bacchus secures one more defense!
Indeed, Bacchus looks as devastated as his opponent… They both lie, completely spent, broken and battered on the floor… Neither have the physical capacity to rise…
The official ends up taking the belt from the timekeeper and gently placing it on Bacchus’s chest.
Bacchus cradles the belt to himself, lying among the shards of table and sparking electrical bits…
Before shoving the title into the air towards the arena!
The crowd pops!
JC: Tatiana Jolee made an incredibly impressive debut tonight! Without ever using a weapon, she took an incredibly game Bacchus to his very limit!
BG: But Bacchus made clear tonight, Jacko! He’s got that killer instinct, he brought that fire against Jolee! And THAT’S why he’s leaving the X-Treme champion
JC: “They say war never changes Brody, but tonight, for the finals here at XWF WarGames: Fall out, the rules of engagement have indeed changed”
The camera cuts backstage where we see Caeser’s Army being suited up into full metal power armor. The brutalized and battered combatants are limping into their radioactive resistant suits.
On January 26th, 2025
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Invade the Great White North
…LIVE from Commonwealth Stadium…
In Edmonton…
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The XWF Presents
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JC: “They say war never changes Brody, but tonight, for the finals here at XWF WarGames: Fall out, the rules of engagement have indeed changed”
The camera cuts backstage where we see CAESAR'S LEGION being suited up into full metal power armor. The brutalized and battered combatants are limping into their radioactive resistant suits.
The camera then pans to Lucy Wylde, and then to Madison Dyson, all in their respective areas backstage being loaded up into their power armror.
BG: “Changed, JC? The rules of war have been completely re-written here tonight. These competitors, who, for the most part are on their last legs, have been placed inside of walking nuclear warhead reistenant gear.”
The destruction in the arena tells the collective story of the twenty-four warriors who’ve graced this battlefield tonight. The cages are bent, the ring canvas’s bloodied, metal is torn apart, and now…
JC: The lone survivor of the Tunnel Snakes, Lucy Wylde is making her way to the ring!
The 7 foot tall metal power armor controlled by Lucy Wylde stomps onto the entrance ramp. It makes a deliberate pause as the crowd goes wild for Lucy.
BG: If you were to tell me going into tonight that Lucy Wylde would be the Tunnel Snake’s sole survivor coming out of that hellacious brawl with the Vault Tec crew, I would’ve called you crazy, JC!
JC: And yet, here she is! One half of the tag team champions, ready to stake her claim in the WarGames final!
Lucy’s power armor marches to the cage and is given entry by the nervous XWF officials who suddenly realize they have no business being here.
Next up, it’s Madison Dyson’s power armor, marked with a Institute insignia, to help the fans differentiate her from her opponents in these finals. She begins her slow descent from the ramp to the wargames arena.
JC: Madison Dyson, Brody… what more can be said?
BG: She made her calls about the finals early on, she knew she was heading for this moment, and now the mother of the MAGA movement in the XWF is ready to stake her claim as the winner of the war… once and for all.
JC: WHOA, BRODY!
BG: You can say that again, JC! This is absolutely biblical!
CAESAR'S LEGION led by Prince Adeyemie make their way onto the stage, Charlie to Prince’s left, Raven to Prince’s right. The fans are going wild!
Prince Adeyemi shares some instructions with his liege and then points down to the ring where Dyson and Wylde are waiting. Suddenly, exhaust and flames begin to emit from the jetpacks on Raven and Charlie’s suits. They both lift into the air and begin slowly flying toward the ring while Adeyemi rushes head first on his feet.
JC: Prince Adeyemi’s team is walking... FLYNG rather, into the WarGames finals with the numbers, Brody, and it looks as if the former universal champion is prepared to take full advantage.
BG: The numbers game here makes sense, Adeyemi had a stellar draft, and it’s paid off! An XWF legend in James Raven, and a legend in the making in Charlie Nickles? CAESAR'S LEGION was bound to dominate tonight!
Charlie and Raven land on opposite sides of the cage ceiling just as Prince reaches the entrance. They begin tearing away the mesh roof top as Prince makes a conventional entrance. Dyson and Wylde each take steps back, putting up their arms in a guarded position.
Prince enters the WarGames cages, and the officials call for the bell as the doors are locked behind him… we wonder what good that’ll do…
Lucy Wylde
- vs -
Madison Dyson
- vs -
Prince Adeyemi
Charlie Nickles
James Raven
JC: Oh my, Brody! Nickels and Raven are tearing open the tops of the cages!
Dyson and Wyde both look up to the top of the cage, where Adeyemi gains the advantage.
His power armor rips the top and middle ropes completely off from the front side of the first ring. He jumps forward with a punch catche’s Wylde in the chest, blowing her backward, leaving her mangled in the ropes between the first and second ring. Meanwhile Raven and Charlie both jump down from the top of the cage. Charlie lands on the opposite side of the second ring, where her and Adeyemi begin to double team Wylde with punches to her metal exoskeleton.
Raven meanwhile leaps down onto Dyson
WHO CATCHES JAMES!
DYSON BODY SLAMS HIM IN MIDAIR!
The ring immediately buckles and collapses in their corner. Leaving a power armor sized dent in the canvass.
Dyson mounts Raven and raises her fists… but does nothing else…
How in the fuck..
Dyson is furiously pushing buttons inside of her suit, trying to get the machine to work to her advantage.
JC: I think Dyson is struggling with the users manual!
BG: I guess her body slamming Raven out of the air was Beginner's luck, Jacuinde.
Raven reaches up and punches the wide-open Dyson right in the head. She falls backward and it’s Raven now getting to his feet. He waits for Dyson to stand and charges in with a spear! The move blasts not just into Dyson, but into the back of Prince, through Lucy still tangled in the ropes, and into the second ring knocking down Charlie too. In the process, the ropes between the two rings are snapped, leaving a wide open battle lane for these dominant bodies of power armor to do combat.
All five of them slowly rise to their feet. Charlie immediately engages his jetpack and begins flying over top of the field, but Dyson leads up and grabs one of his legs, using the power of her armor suit to pull Charlie back down as his jet pack sputters. Dyson swings, and rips Charlie out of the air, slamming him into the side of the cage wall so hard that it nearly collapses the entire structure.
Meanwhile, Raven and Prince have teamed up on Lucy, both lifting her metal exoskeleton into a double-team gorilla press. They march her toward the opposite cage wall, ready to throw her through the steel. But at the last possible moment, Lucy flips back, sliding down behind CAESAR'S LEGION, hooking and dropping both Prince and Raven with a double inverted DDT.
JC: What an impressive counter there by Lucy
BG: She’s shown so much heart and grit throughout this event, JC. Can she hold on just a little while longer and do the unthinkable here tonight?
Lucy stands to her feet, but is immediately met by a jetpack thrusting Madison Dyson who flies across the ring, punching Lucy in the chest, driving her into the cage wall. Lucy tries to fight back, sending punches to Dyson’s helmet, but the jetpack continues to thrust with exxonmobil force, pushing Lucy into the steel as the cage begins to bow in the middle.
From behind it’s Charlie!
He hammers down on Dyson’s spine with a clubbing blow. RAven and Prince rise up now, and join in on the fun, each smashing down on Madison’s spine as her suit begins to fracture. Prince takes it a step further, and begins prying the jetpack away from Dysons back. Madison has no choice but to release Lucy as the sole survivor of the Tunnel Snakes topples over between the ring apron and the bent steel cage. Dyson kicks back at Charlie, catching him in the chest, but she’s clubbed again by Raven in the spine. Prince pries harder and harder at the jetpack until it finally rips away from the suit and flies off uncontrollably through the air. Dyson meanwhile falls into the arms of a triple team attack from CAESAR'S LEGION.
Prince shoulders her up into an electric chair in the center of the ring while both Charlie and Raven jetpack over to opposite sides of the cage wall. Raven flies in with a clothesline, but Prince holds onto her thighs keeping her in place, same thing when Charlie flies in from the back with a dropkick! Prince then flips Dyson forward with a front facebuster electric chair drop.
He hooks Dyson’s leg!
1!
Charlie joins the dogpile for added weight!
2!!
NOW RAVEN JUMPS ON TOP!
THR–NOOOOO!!!!!!
JC: Oh my god, Brody! I can’t believe Dyson kicked out of that!
BG: Impressive, no doubt! But I have a feeling she wont last much longer!
CAESAR'S LEGION lifts Dyson back up to her feet. They’re looking to finish her off once and for all!
Prince nods at Raven and Charlie as the team moves forward in stereo
BUT FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!
DYSON’S JETPACK FLIES BACK INTO THE SCENE!
IT ZIPS AROUND THE RING UNCONTROLLABLY- BUSTING PRINCE IN THE HEAD, THEN ZIPPING OVER IN A FLIP AND FLYING FORWARD, CRACKING CHARLIE RIGHT IN THE STOMACH!
Raven looks stunned, and before he can react, Dyson has shaken off the cobwebs. She lifts him and slams him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Dyson stands up, and takes a few steps back, and just as Raven crawls up to all fours, Dyson runs in and punts the XWF Legend in the head, cracking open his metal helmet and exposing his head in a devastating blow.
Dyson covers Raven.
1!
Prince tries crawling over!
2!!
But it’s too late!
3!!!
JAMES RAVEN ELIMINATED BY MADISON DYSON
Just as the call is made, Prince slams his fist into the mat. He pulls back up to his feet and marches toward Dyson, but he’s intercepted by a running dropkick from Wylde!
The attack blasts him into the kneeling Dyson and they both topple over.
But before Lucy can take advantage, she’s clobbered in the back from behind by Nickles. He grabs her by the back of the head and runs her into the cage wall. The entire structure wobbles again, and is becoming less and less stable. Lucy bounces off from the cage and right back into the arms of Carlie.
NICKLES HOOKS THE ARMS!
DEVIL HOOK DROP!!!!
IS COUNTERED!
WYLDE SPINS OUT
ACE CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE!
WYLDE HOOKS CHARLIE’S LEG!
1!
2!!
3!!!
]CHARLIE NICKLES ELIMINATED BY LUCY WYLDE
JC: And just like that, the advantage of Adeyemi’s CAESAR'S LEGION has been nullified!
BG: We’re down to a good old fashioned triple threat now!
Or so we think!
Just as Adeyemi stands to realize that his advantage has been cut down, he has his arms hooked from behind by Dyson. And in comes Lucy Wylde! She blasts Adeyemi in the face with a superkick that fractures his helmet right up the middle. His head sways, and before he can even realize what’s happened, Dyson lifts him and plants him back down with a double-hooked german suplex into a bridging pin fall!
1!
2!!
BUT ADEYEMI BARELY KICKS OUT!!!
Dyson stands up, laughing at the state of Adeyemi, knowing she has him right where she wants him. She lifts the unconscious Adeyemi up, and then points over to Lucy, directing Wylde to continue their double team.
JC: Oh what's this?
Lucy just shakes her head and folds her arms, leaning into a nearby turnbuckle.
BG: It looks like it was a short lived alliance between Lucy and Dyson.
Dyson throws her arms up in the air, and shouts in Wylde’s direction. Adeyemi shakes the cobwebs and tries to walk up behind Dyson, but an instinctive blind mule kick from the MAGA girl blasts Adeyemi back into the cage wall.
Dyson’s gaze settles in on Wylde, who appears to be filing her nails in the corner, completely unimpressed as Dyson marches in toward her. Dyson charges in and Lucy side steps, hitting a drop toe hold on Dyson and sending her power armor smashing into the turnbuckle as the steel gives way and the corner of the ring collapses in. Lucy steps back to the opposite corner, her weight balancing the broken ring back up to somewhat of a flush position… but not for long!
She charges toward Dyson as she stands, A HANDSPRING FLIPPING HEEL KICK!!!!
DYSON CATCHES LUCY THOUGH IN THE AIR AND BACK BODY DROPS HER INTO THE CORNER OF THE STEEL CAGE.
Dyson falls, Lucy falls, the ring falls again in that corner, and now the already wobbly cage buckles inward, the joints in the top corner giving way from the impact as a part of of the cage ceiling falls into the ring, trapping Lucy Wylde between the the collapsed cage, the broken turnbuckle and the teetering ring canvas.
Dyson scrambles up to her feet, observing the destruction while catching her breath BUT IT’S PRINCE ADEYEMI!
He leaps over from the opposite ring with a flying spinning discus elbow and cracks Dyson so hard that her helmet busts open. Her body twitches after falling to the mat, blood leaking from her ears. Adeyemi covers Dyson!
1!
2!!
NOOOO!!!!!
JC: How in the hell did Madison Dyson kick out there?!
Prince lifts Dyson back up by the hair and throws her across the ring, he runs through the broken ropes between the two rings and all the way across to the opposite wall of the steel cage. Dyson smacks into the wall, shaking the entire structure
JC: One piece of this structure has already collapsed, and it’s only a matter of time Brody before these competitors are buried under a pile of steel.
BG: I would say it’s a good thing they’re wearing that armor, but it hasn’t seemed to do much good for anyone here tonight.
Dyson bounces off of the cage and strangers back into another discus elbow from Adeyemi - THAT SHE DUCKS UNDER! A spinning backfist instead catches Adeyemi and Prince is reeling now. Dyson grabs Adeyemi by the head, the strength of her power armor allowing her to lift the former Universal Champion as she begins to spin him around, and around, and around like a helicopter blade. She’s picking up speed, swinging him faster and faster AND RELEASES HIM TOWARD THE CAGE WALL!!!
BUT DYSON’S JETPACK AGAIN!!!!
IT FLIES IN FROM OUT OF NOWHERE AND PRINCE UNCONSCIOUSLY GRABS AHOLD OF IT, AS THE JETPACK ROCKETS FORWARD RIGHT INTO DYSON!
The jetpack and Prince blast into Dyson like a cannon ball, knocking her out cold.
Prince is left on top of Dyson as the Jetpack finally runs out of juice and falls back to the mat.
1!
2!!
3!!!
MADISON DYSON ELIMINATED BY PRINCE ADEYEMI
Prince rolls over onto his back gasping for air and spitting blood from his mouth, but he doesn’t have much time to recover as
JC: HOLY MOTHER OF MARY!
Lucy Wylde emerges from the rubble of the damaged ring corner and cage, wielding the entire steel turnbuckle post! She swings it over her head and down toward Prince who just barely rolls out of the way. The steel post leaves a hole in the ring, but Lucy doesn’t care. She swings with it again, and again Prince is forced to roll out of the way, leaving the ring canvas to take more punishment. He scrambles up to his knees and throws his arms up in an X to guard himself, and it’s a good thing, because Lucy swings that turnbuckle post again, bashing Prince in the forearms and knocking him over as he screams out in pain. She swings it again over her head, and directly down onto Prince this time- BUT HE CATCHES THE POST!
BG: That would’ve been the end of Prince Adeyemi, JC!
He muscles up using his power armor, pushing through the agonizing pain as Lucy’s eyes go wide. Prince engages his jetpack for an extra boost and lifts off of the mat, holding onto the turnbuckle post and flying forward at Lucy. Both holding onto the steel post, they fly right through the side of the cage wall, Lucy back-first.
JC: Oh my God! Prince Adeyemi is driving Lucy right toward the audience!
The fans scream in horror and try desperately to flee the area, but Lucy snaps to just in time, engaging her jetpack and forcing the two of them vertically. They land on top of the cage and begin to jostle over the steel turnbuckle post. Prince is able to tear it out of Lucy’s arms and swings wildly for Wylde’s legs. But Lucy hops over the attack and wraps her legs around Prince in a leg scissors submission. Prince is forced to drop the steel ring post as Lucy begins squeezing the life out of him, the force cracking the power armor, breaking it and pressing the metal into Adeyemi’s flesh. He screams, trying to power out, but it does no good as Lucy begins smashing him with repeated headbuts. Prince falls over, and now Lucy is able to fully lock in her submission hold.
JC: The end is near for CAESAR’S LEGION!
BC: Lucy is wrapped around him now, squeezing tight like a tunnel snake!
JC: I don’t even know what that means, Brody, but I think you’re right!
Prince is desperate, with each passing second, his body armor is pressed harder against his flesh. His muscles are tearing, his bones fracturing under the power of Lucy’s bionic thighs. He starts pulling on the cage from behind his head, dragging the two of them across the top of the cage near one of the holes that Raven and Nickles tore open to start the match. Prince drops and dangles his upper body down through the hole, as Lucy stays on top of the cage, the scissors still locked in tight. All of the blood in Prince’s body rushes to his head as his vision becomes blurred, the lights fading out, the roar of the crowd dying down into a soft hum.
Lucy grits her teeth, and squeezes one more time, with all of her might. The body armor around Prince’s waist makes an awful breaking sound, like bones are crunching.
Prince’s eyes suddenly burst open, he gasps and holds his breath, somewhere finding the strength to reach up with his arms and grab inside of the ceiling of the cage roof. He pulls his legs back, and a piece of the power armor rips away from his leg, leaving Wylde holding onto nothing but a piece of Prince’s suit.
‘NO!!’ she screams as Prince’s legs are freed from her submission hold as he dangles down now from the cage ceiling, just overtop of the first ring. Lucy scrambles up to her feet, she runs over and stomps at Prince’s fingers, but he moves them forward just in time, like he’s climbing monkey bars. She stomps at his other hand, but again Prince swings forward, and now vaults his way up through the hole in the cage.
His helmet cracked open, one of his legs completely exposed and without armor. He limps up to his feet, where he’s met by a scowling Lucy.
JC: I can’t believe after everything we’ve witnessed tonight, that either one of these two are standing, Brody.
BG: I can’t believe that this cage is still standing- well- somewhat standing.
Lucy screams and flies in at Prince and gores him with a huge spear. Prince rolls back, as the cage wobbles. He finds himself on all fours as Lucy is running in again, looking for a running punt to his exposed head! But Prince parries, and punches Lucy right in the gut, she bends forward and catches an uppercut from Prince. Prince limps over and grabs the steel ring post, dragging it behind him as he approaches Lucy. Prince yells as he lifts it over his head and swings down with malicious intent, but Lucy rolls out of the way!
The steel post smacks center brace of the steel cage and the entire structure wobbles again, but this time, gravity doesn’t hold back…
JC: I THINK THE CAGE HAS HAD ENOUGH! IT’S FALLING! MY GOD IT’S FALLING!
Quickly Lucy is up to her feet, steadying herself, she leaps at Prince - - -
ACE CUTTER!!!!!!!
IS COUNTERED MIDAIR!!!!
PRINCE’S JETPACK ENGAGES
HE SPINS LUCY AROUND- WRAPPING AN ARM AROUND HER HEAD!!!
GUILLOTINE
OF
DESTRUCTION!!!!
Prince plunge’s Lucy head first, through the falling cage roof and into the center of the ring!
The ring snaps, and a meteor-like hole is left in the center.
In the carnage, the ref spots a pinfall…
1!
2!!
3!!!
LUCY WYLDE ELIMINATED BY PRINCE ADEYEMI
THE WINNER & SOLE SURVIVOR - PRINCE ADEYEMI
CAESAR’S LEGION
The bell rings and the crowd goes wild. From backstage, Bobby Bourbon, Charlie Nickles and James Raven emerge, all of them limping, but all of them determined to help their comrade. They manage to get inside of the Wargames arena ruins, and pull away their captain from the wreckage.
JC: Brody, this has been one of the most entertaining, most intense War Games I have ever witnessed!
BG: And one of the most talent-rich on top of that!
JC: And in the end, it’s Prince Adeyemi and CAESAR'S LEGION who survives the Fallout!
BG: Prince Adeyemi had arguably the most well balanced team drafted. And getting a War Games legend like Bobby Bourbon as a replacement doesn’t hurt either!
JC: At the end of the day, Prince Adeyemi came, saw and conquered here at War Games, leading his team to one of the most brilliant victories the world has ever witnessed!
BG: And Jacuinde, you gotta think that perhaps this victory tonight at War Games having either defeated or outlasted 23 of the best men and women on the planet, has GOT to catapult Prince Adeyemi to the front of the line!
JC: No question! I hope Sebastian Everett-Bryce is watching because he might be looking at his future!
Raven, Charlie and Bourbon all hoist Prince Adeyemi up on their shoulders as a fireworks display erupts in the arena. The broadcast fades to black.
A Special Thanks Goes Out To These Match Writing Phenoms:
Aurora
Mark Flynn
Game Girl
Dolly Waters
Bobby Bourbon
And Huge Thank You To All Of The RolePlayers Who Helped Make This One Of The Best War Games Ever!
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