Dolly Waters | Madison Dyson | Isaiah King
- vs -
SEB | Corey Black | Larry Tact
RP Deadline is 11:59:59 PM PACIFIC on SATURDAY, APRIL 12, 2025
All matches are 1 RP/4k unless stated otherwise.
Outside of Peter Principle’s office… His blinds open.
"Revenge."
…
"Revenge on those who wronged me!"
"Revenge of the man mistreated!"
"Revenge of the…"
…
"Sith."
…
"Revenge of the Nerds 2."
"Electric Boogaloo."
Principle spins around!
Aurora!
Principle’s face contorts into a polite smile of greeting…
Before his eyes catch the TV Title she’s setting down on his table.
"HISSSSSSSSSSSS! DEATH BELT!"
"...Come again?"
"The last time I came anywhere NEAR that belt?" Principle gestures up and down at his crutches… "THIS happened!"
…Principle takes one crutch above the tabletop and shoves the belt back towards his guest.
"I want NOTHING to do with it!"
…Aurora purses her lips, gesturing to the bandages on her forehead and the massive wrap over her battered ribcage.
"Somehow that tracks. But I’m afraid that makes two of us, bossman… I can’t keep it either."
"Why not?"
"Just can't... Can’t walk through that curtain and claim to be the rightful champion."
"...What? James Shark didn’t become the TV champion in my absence?"
…Aurora looks at Principle with a curious look, like she had no idea how out of the loop he was. "...No?"
"YES! STEP ONE OF MY REVENGE IS COMPLETE!" Principle wrings his hands fiendishly. "That MINNOW will never hold a belt in my company again!"
…Aurora’s face contorts, as she briefly considers giving Principle the bad news…
Before deciding to leave it to someone else.
"Well, since you’re clearly still catching up on all the little things like title changes and such, I believe I can safely assume you might’ve also missed what I posted on BlueSky?"
…
Peter looks outside his office window.
"Blue? Looks black to me right now!"
"...What?"
"What?"
[TALKING HEAD]
"Social media? Oh, I love it! I love being social at media events.”
"I talk during movies… It’s a great way to make friends!"
"Sometimes I like to Mystery Science Theatre the informational videos for XWF’s proper workplace behavior seminars!"
"It must be going well, I keep getting invited to attend them!"
[/TALKING HEAD]
"Well.." Aurora cuts back in, trying to walk Principle through this concept slowly. "Long story short, I won the TV Title from Charlie at Ides."
"Riiiiiiight." Principle nods, loosely following along.
"Then I lost in the finals to King."
"Mmmmm, mmmm hmmm."
"So… It’s only right to let the King have the belt that he won."
"The King is dead."
Aurora and Principle spin around…
Standing in Principle’s doorway is Warfare Assistant GM Pip Collins!
Aurora’s eyes widened in disbelief. "...Dead?"
"Oh, yep! Dead!" Principle flips through papers on his desk. "Dead as a…"
…
"Wait, no, read that wrong." Principle smacks a page that reads ‘INJURY REPORT’. "Recuperating from an attack by the Black Rainbow… Recovery TBD."
"Which… for the purposes of stopping Black Rainbow? Means dead."
…
"Oh okay, if he’s dead…" Principle strokes his chin, not getting Pip’s message at all. "Then, new TV champion… New TV champion… Gotta think of a new TV champion..."
"Ideally, the new champ would be someone that can stand up to the faction that just maimed our ‘King’ to an end of indeterminate nature."
"...Uh, okay, I’ll write that down… Qualities of a good champ… Can stand…"
Aurora eyes Pip.
"Black Rainbow is my fault. I couldn’t stop Gorgo on her own. There’s no way I can stop Gorgo and friends. Trust me, I’m not the one you want."
"But right now? With our King in absencia... You, the second-place finisher, the only in position to oppose it."
Pip visibly muses over the dilemma. "'Want'? Who’s to say?"
"'Need'? Without a doubt."
…Aurora eyes narrow, as she considers Pip’s statements.
"What you need… is your King."
Aurora grabs the title back up.
"And if he does come back from the dead to stand against Black Rainbow… I won’t stand beside him."
"Uh… okay… so, I did a database query and… most of our stars can stand. Are there other criteria to help pick the new TV ch-"
"Sorry."
Aurora’s walking out.
…The belt over her shoulder.
…Principle scratches his head.
"Wait! Hold on! How do we determine who’s the TV champ?"
Pip smiles, nodding towards the exiting Aurora.
"I think *she* just determined that for you."
JC: Whoa folks! A lot to think about after that cold open. The Black Rainbow is certainly a force to be reckoned with in the XWF, and with King Keiran indisposed from defending his crown, the question remains; who will stand up to defend the XWF from this new threat?
BG: Well, there’s that, and there’s this question: How in the hell is Aurora still able to stand, let alone defend her TV title, let alone defend the XWF? I’ll have to see it to beleive it.
JC: Obviously my colleague Brody Goodman-
BG: -BEAUTIFUL-
JC: Beautiful Brody Goodman is referring to the absolute WAR that Aurora and Keiran King endured at Ides of March. Not mentioning the brutal assault they both suffered at the hands of The Black Rainbow!
There’s plenty of questions to be answered on this episode of XWF Warfare, and now it’s time for our opening bout!
Latoya Hixx’s music hits, and she makes her way to the ramp. The capacity crowd in Paris is on their feet!
JC: This crowd knows what to anticipate when they hear the American Storm’s music hit the speakers!
BG: Everytime The American Storm suit-up for action, these fans know they’re about to witness a wrestling CLINIC!
When The Storm is Coming hits Latoya Hixx and Razor Blade appear. they heard a voice laugh in the background and saw blue lights from the entrance and some smoke and rainfall coming down she walked onto the middle stage flexed her muscles walked straight down towards the aisle slapped a few XWF fans got inside the ring and dim the lights in the ring and she flexes her arms once more and spread her arms and climbs on the top rope and yell at her fans and tells them to let's go and climbs down off the ropes and waits for her Opponent to arrive.
BG: Oh boy! The Storm better not get comfortable!
JC: Indeed! They better not, Brody! Because heading to the ramp to face them? Two CERTIFIED XWF Legends!
BG: Scoops McGee and Game Girl might have just come up short at Ides of March, but it was by an absolute hair
JC: Were nearly, and could certainly have been our Tag Team Champions had the wind just blown in a slightly different direction. But tonight they’re here in Paris, they’re unified, and they’re ready to remind everyone of their place in this tag team division.
BG: But against a tag team as experienced as The American Storm? Make no mistake. Razor Blade and Latoya Hixx has faced nearly every challenge the XWF has thrown at them! If there was a night to prove that experience can pay off, its tonight!
ScoopsMcGG appear together at the top of the stage…. RIDING A FREAKING MOTORCYCLE?
The old cowboy Scoops pulls up with Game Girl on a classic Harley from the 70s. Scoops steadies the bike with his legs, then takes his arm from the handlebar and raises a single fist into the air. The two ride down the ramp to an explosive applause from the audience. They do two laps around the ring and then park the bike.
GG darts up to the turnbuckle, as Scoops makes a conventional entrance up the apron and through the ropes. The two pose, drawing a huge reaction from the crowd.
Scoops McGG Scoops McGee & Game Girl
- vs -
American Storm Latoya Hixx & Razor Blade
DING DING DING!!!!
The match is underway with Scoops and RAzorblade squaring off first!
JC: And here we go! It’s Razor Blade and the legendary Scoops McGee to start things off for their teams!
BG: Razor’s got the youth, the explosiveness… but Scoops has the pain tolerance of a man who once ate a barbed wire sandwich for breakfast!
Razor circles Scoops with measured confidence nodding onto smart chants of “RAZOR RACOR” coming from a scant few sections in the Parisian crowd. Scoops doesn’t budge. He stands tall in his stance, fists raised, beckoning Razor to make the first move.
Razor obliges! Charging in for a collar and elbow tie-up!
But Scoops ducks low and slips behind - - - -SNAPMARE TAKEDOWN!
And the moment Razor’s seated, BAM! Scoops nails a patented running hip attack smacks the back of Razor’s skull!
JC: That’ll shake your fillings loose!
Razor slaps the mat and rolls to his feet, clutching his neck, but Scoops is already back on him! HARD left forearm to the jaw! Razor stumbles… another shot from Scoops! Razor’s dazed and backed into the neutral corner!
The crowd is loving the veteran’s fire!
BG: Listen to Paris roar for McGee! The man’s not ready to hang up his boots just yet!
Scoops hits the ropes, looking for a running boot!!!!
But Razor dodges! Scoops hits the turnbuckle chest first!
Razor lifts him from behind - - - GERMAN SUPLEX! Folds the old cowboy in half!
JC: Whoa! Razor got every inch of that bridge!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Razor stays on the attack, and tags in Latoya!
BG: And here comes The Storm!
Latoya drags Scoops up and CRUSHES him with a corner splash the second he standsl! He slumps down into the turnbuckle Latoya steps back…
AND CHARGES IN WITH A RUNNING BICYCLE KICK!
Scoops is nearly decapitated, his body flopping to the mat like laundry off a clothesline.
Latoya covers!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
JC: Scoops might be pushing 70 but he’s still kicking like a mule on fire!
Latoya looks to drag him up again, but this time Scoops fights back with a flurry of short forearms to the gut! He creates just enough space…AND DIVES TO THE CORNER!
TAG TO GAME GIRL!
BG: AND HERE COMES THE LEGEND HERSELF!
Game Girl leaps into the ring and instantly springboards off the ropes - - -
FLIP KICK!
Latoya staggers!
GG presses the advantage like a SNES controller - - -
UP UP A - - - A RAGING UPPERCUT!
Latoya flies into the air and lands with a thud!
GG goes full turbo now - - - DOWN DOWN B!
SHIFT SLIDE!
Game Girl powers forward on a stream of glowing energy, bulldozing Latoya into the corner!
GG climbs the ropes - - - ROMPER STOMPER! Down on Latoya’s chest once, twice, three times!!!!!!!
Latoya slumps! GG flips off with a flourish and hooks the leg!
1!
2!!
RAZOR BLADE BREAKS IT UP!
JC: Razor just saved the match for The American Storm!
BG: GG almost short-circuited Latoya right there! The momentum is swinging HARD in the favor of ScoopsMcGG!
Razor tries to get back into the ring, but Game Girl intercepts- -
UP DOWN DOWN UP UP + A
NOTHING PERSONAL KID!
She teleports behind him and palm strikes him square in the spine!
Razor stumbles forward right into the clutches of Scoops McGee!
JC: Uh oh look out!
Scoops spins Razor into position…
THE BIG SCOOP!!!
Scoop Slam Piledriver!!
BG: Vintage Scoops McGee! The old cowboy plants Razor like a damn turnip!
GG leapfrogs Latoya as she stumbles back into the ring - - -DOWN UP + B- - - FLIP KICK! sending Hixx flying out over the top rope and crashing violently to the floor!
Scoops covers Razor in the center of the ring!
1!
2!!
3!!!
WINNER: Scoops McGG
JC: Scoops McGee and Game Girl with a statement win tonight in Paris!
BG: And you can tell the crowd here LOVES it! What a team!
JC: The tag division is heating up and ScoopsMcGG just made their claim loud and clear!
We see Scoops and GG mounting back up on the motorcycle and riding up the ramp. Just before the Warfare fades to commercial, Scoops raises a badass fist into the air as Game Girl looks bad-ass cute.
The smoke fills up with gray on the stage, as the arena lights flickers. Then once we see "The Rebellious One" on the X-Tron, then we hear the boom bap of 1999 on the the X-Tron itself. Then we see Reggie coming onto the stage with his hoodie on, and he shadow boxes infront of the camera and talkin smack as he walked down, then he gives the fans on the ramp some dap as he went to the ring. Then he simply sildes into it, and got up and taunted to the crowd with his fist up as his theme fades out.
JC: Here he is! The Rebellious One! Reggie Estrada!
BG: Reggie has been in the XWF nearly thirteen years! We’ve seen him debut as the mysterious Wrestler82, then followed his transition to Reggie Estrada!
JC: He’s a three-time X-Treme champion! And he’s dangerously unpredictable, Brody! The XWF feels even more wild and untamed than usual when Estrada takes the ring!
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!”
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: And here she is! Tatiana Jolee!
BG: Perhaps the last of her breed! One of the last pure wrestlers in the wrestling industry!
JC: She’s dazzled and amazed with her technical prowess after joining the XWF late last year! Meanwhile, Reggie is a proud artist of non-technical lucha libre! Jolee came here after a twenty-year career working everywhere else… Reggie debuted in the XWF and, despite occasional tours through South and Central America, has never signed anywhere else! I don’t think you could find two more diametrically opposed competitors on the roster than Jolee and Estrada!
Jolee and Estrada stand across from each other. Estrada’s mind seems to be going a thousand miles a minute, lobbing pre-match roasts at his opponent, daring her to try to slow him down.
Jolee, the ever-reserved tactician, remains reserved, bouncing from one foot to the other to get warmed up.
The official signals to the timekeeper!
DING DING!
Tatiana Jolee
- vs -
Reggie Estrada Singles
Jolee narrows her eyes, crouches low, extending her arms slightly, as she enters into a circle-step.
JC: Ya gotta appreciate Tatiana Jolee’s technical prowess. She’s been in this sport twenty-some-odd-years! Every movement is deliberate—a veteran reading the tempo!
In response, Estrada grapevines unevenly, erratically… Somehow never losing his rhythm…
JC: I don’t think you could come up with two more different talents than Jolee and Estrada.
BG: No doubt, Jacko. Jolee’s stoic, every opportunity is like she’s wrestling the match of her career. Meanwhile, Estrada’s grinning like a kid who snuck into a candy-flavored liquor store.
As Jolee tries to close the gap, Estrada backpedals away. Jolee’s brow furrows contemplatively, as she continues circling. But, Estrada’s eyes dart, restless, and his tongue briefly flashes across his lips—he’s itching to cause chaos.
BG: SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING ALREADY!
Suddenly, Estrada bursts forward!
Jolee braces herself, looking to catch her opponent in a collar-and-elbow tie-up…
But as Reggie charges, he lifts his fist above his head, telegraphing a forearm to the skull!
JC: Reggie, looking to start his match with a knockout blow here…
Jolee snaps to attention, raising her guard above her head, looking to block and counteract his att-
WHAM! Sneaking past Jolee’s guard, Reggie charges with a knee lift straight into Jolee’s gut!
Jolee’s face contorts as the air is knocked from her lungs… She staggers back against the ropes…
JC: The first attack goes to Reggie, after a most unorthodox charge!
BG: This should be an interesting one! Jolee’s a pure wrestler, but Reggie’s a FIGHTER!
Reggie smirks, as he latches his arm onto Jolee’s and Irish whips her across the ring…
Jolee bounds across the ring! Building up steam to try and mount a running attack… She bounces off the ropes…
But Reggie’s not waiting in the center of the ring, he’s right behind her… and LOW! He clips Jolee with a sweeping kick to the ankle! Jolee rolls, head-over-heels, landing on her face… She cradles her ankle to her chest!
JC: Holy cow! If you’d told me Reggie Estrada would outplan Tatiana Jolee in the early going, I’d’ve called you crazy!
BG: You’d be crazy to think Reggie planned anything of this! That’s what’s making this attack work! Jolee’s ready to counteract any strategy… Reggie’s coming in with pure, unfiltered madness!
Jolee shoves off the mat, as Reggie maintains that wild smirk… Again, Estrada charges in, looking to outmuscle his smaller opponent…
JC: Reggie looking to play bully-ball all match here. He’s coming in at 280 pounds, meanwhile Jolee is 113!
Estrada shoves Jolee back into the ropes, looking for another Irish whip…
…But Jolee latches her ankle around the bottom rope, preventing him from tossing her across the ring!
JC: Veteran ring awareness on display by Jolee!
Estrada, not understanding how he’s not hucking this paperweight across the ring, looks down to s-
WHAM! Jolee tags him back with a knee-lift to Estrada’s stomach!
JC: Turnabout is fair play! Jolee is on the board!
BG: That move might’ve hit him so deep, he felt it in the soul…
Indeed, Estrada doubles-over, leaning against the ropes…
TJ sees her opportunity! She latches Estrada by the arm and manages to huck him across the ring with an Irish Whip!
Estrada charges across the ring as Jolee moves to the center, looking to force him into another grapple!
…But Estrada turns on the jets, breaking into a sprint!
JC: Estrada jetting across the ring like a man possessed!
Estrada HANDSPRINGS off the ropes… And twists into a…
CORKSCREW CROSSBODY!
BG: Estrada did that at 280 pounds?!? Lucha libre is fucking MAGIC!
Jolee’s back collapses against the mat, as Estrada hooks both legs!
The official drops to count!
1!
Jolee tries to kick out!
…But her opponent’s too large for her shoulders to break contact with the mat!
2!
THR-Jolee narrowly rolls a shoulder off!
JC: Incredible veteran wherewithal by Tatiana Jolee! She knows every trick there is to know!
BG: But Reggie’s out here inventing all new tricks! Can Jolee keep up?
Despite kicking out, Tatiana is clearly not doing great after that crossbody, grimacing as the air blasts from her lungs. She clutches her ribs, trying to breathe, eyes blinking rapidly—trying to reset.
JC: Tatiana Jolee finds a way to keep this match going…
BG: Though, going off Reggie’s reaction, you’d think he just won the match… and several other awards simultaneously…
Indeed, Reggie pops up to his knees, arms wide like he just posterized a legend. The crowd, which isn’t always pro-THUGS, is riding his high as he charges around the ring, stunting and tricking.
JC: Reggie’s had an impressive first few moves, but overconfidence can poison momentum! Estrada’s got the momentum he has by staying on Jolee, it’d serve him best to stay on her!
Tatiana’s hand slowly pushes off the mat. She shakes off cobwebs… There’s the subtlest tremor in her fingers—anger beginning to break through the veteran’s calm nature.
Reggie turns around as Jolee gets up, as he smirks… Before breaking into another charge!
Reggie’s again telegraphing a high forearm!
JC: Despite Estrada’s attack, Jolee’s stance remains steady and poised… Like a samurai waiting for the moment to strike!
BG: Or a cow staring at an oncoming eighteen-wheeler!
Reggie… Again, using the arm as a decoy, raises his knee toward Jolee’s gut…
But Jolee side-steps around Estrada’s attack!
JC: A dodge! Reggie went to the well once too often!
Estrada skids forward, unable to stop his velocity, as Tatiana pivots on her heel, hooking her forearm around his outstretched wrist…
SMOOOOOOOOOTH ARMDRAG! Reggie’s body flies up and over in an almost perfectly circular arc!
BG: WOW! You could hang that arm drag in a MUSEUM!
JC: That’s two decades of experience in the ring at work, Brody!
Reggie’s staring at the arena rafters above, blinking, trying to figure out how he was standing a second ago, and now he’s on the mat! He pulls himself up…
Straight into a Tatiana Jolee waistlock!
JC: Here’s what Jolee’s been going for all match!
BG: But what the hell is she gonna do now? Lift him?!?
Tatiana joins her hands under Estrada’s…
She lifts…
AND ESTRADA’S FEET LEAVE THE GROUND!
BG: Jee hosephat!
JC: Simple physics! Applying Jolee’s strength to a single point rather tha-
BG: She’s a WITCH!
Estrada’s up… Before Jolee DRILLS HIM! Teardrop suplex!
JC: Oooof, that was not as pretty of a move!
BG: Didn’t have to be! It was EFFECTIVE!
Reggie’s back hits the mat in an ugly thud, legs folding. His hands shoot to his spine, coiling his body in agony, as he rises back up…
But, Tatiana isn’t done! She moves with liquid smoothness, wrapping Estrada from behind in a waistlock… He tries to resist, arms flailing—
But, Jolee pulls off…
A BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX! Estrada’s head and neck whiplash back as his shoulders crash down. Tatiana bridges tightly! The ref drops.
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEE-NOOOOOOO! Reggie forces a shoulder up off the mat!
Reggie rolls away, coughing, hand clenching the back of his neck. Estrada’s smile is gone now, he smacks the mat, looking to get back into it…
But, TJ’s too quick… With Reggie on the mat, TJ pretzels him into a seated position, before twisting into a Butterfly Submission!
JC: Oh no! This is NOT where Reggie wants to be, in a mat-wrestling contest with Tatiana Jolee!
Reggie winces, his legs kicking, thrashing like a caught catfish trying to leap back in the lake! But, Tatiana’s face is still as stone, measured, carefully sinking Estrada deeper and deeper into her hold…
Before, she suddenly transitions, snapping her arms around his jaw and neck—
Crossface Chicken Wing!
JC: Oh no! Things have gone from bad to worse for Reggie Estrada!
There’s panic in Reggie’s eyes. He manically digs the fingernails of his free hand into Jolee’s arm, trying to break free…
Jolee’s face briefly twinges with pain… Before she rolls Reggie over, traps his leg—Grapevine Ankle Lock!
JC: WOW! Jolee is putting Estrada through a CLINIC!
BG: Tatiana is flowing from hold to hold like some sort of SUBMISSION MACHINE!
Reggie howls. His eyes screw shut as pain rips through his calf and knee. The official hovers over Reggie, asking if he’d like to tap out…
Reggie shakes his head, refusing to quit!
But Jolee plants her knee behind his spine and wraps her bicep around his throat!
CALGARY CRIPPLER!!!
The crowd, which had been brewing to a frenzy with each increasingly worse position for Estrada, suddenly erupts!
Reggie’s face is flushed red, veins straining in his forehead. His fingertips hover above the mat!
JC: Reggie’s in big trouble here! He’s gotta do something or this one’s over!
The official barks at Reggie, asking if he can continue…
Reggie’s hand raises…
…
BUT HIS FIST TIGHTENS WITH DETERMINATION!
JC: Oh! Reggie Estrada refuses to give up here!
Estrada twists his body… forces his hip off the mat! Then, he gets a knee under him!
Despite TJ choking the life out of Reggie from behind, Reggie… manages to stand up! And swings Jolee off of him!
JC: Wow! A desperation maneuver, but somehow, Estrada breaks out!
BG: He called on that sort of strength that a mom trying to free her child under a trapped car does! Incredible survival instinct by Estrada!
Tatiana lands on her hip, stunned. Reggie crawls toward the ropes, dragging himself like a survivor in a horror movie. His eyes dart, his breath ragged…
TJ sees a vulnerable opponent… She charges…
But Reggie leaps into the air!
…
REG-KO!
...
IS COUNTERED!
Reggie's leap is mid-air twisted in a lock that plants Reggie back on the mat against his chest...
As Jolee locks back in the Calgary Crusher!
JC: Oh no! Jolee has Estrada trapped... She's beside the ropes... And he couldn't be further away from the other side!
Estrada wriggles and writhes, trying to break free!
But Jolee's grip tightens! SHE TORQUES WITH ALL HER MIGHT!
...
Estrada's eyes go white! The pain is unbearable!
...
HE TAPS OUT!
WINNER: TATIANA JOLEE!
JC: It’s already been a chaotic night here in the Ides of March fallout episode of XWF Warfare, and now we’re going to get right back into the thick of the action with a Television Title match!
BG: Well, I don’t know if you can call it a true title match if the rightful Television Champion, Two Time King of the XWF, Kieran King isn’t here to defend it!
JC: Oh, don’t tell me you’re falling for that nonsense, too, Brody.
BG: What nonsense is there? For once, I’ll actually agree with Aurora on something. King beat her fair and square in the middle of that ring in the finals of Ides of March. He should be champion.
JC: But you’re conveniently forgetting one crucial detail: the television championship wasn’t on the line in the final.
BG: You just don’t get it, Jackie. It’s not about the rules, it’s about honor. The TV strap has always been defended anytime the champion wrestles on XWF programming. It’s not right for the Nickleman to lose his Television championship at the beginning of Ides and Aurora to retain it near the end.
JC: Well, we saw earlier that Peter Principle is weighing his options on the matter, but that’s a debate that’s going to have to be tabled in the meantime. Because the fans here in Paris paid to see the New Television Champion Aurora defend her title against the Second Generation Rookie Sensation Solomon Kline… and that match is happening now!
"Forgotten" by The Plot In You plays throughout the arena. The lights go out. Once the beat drops, a spotlight shines on the entryway, where SOLOMON KLINE appears inside the light, clad in a black hoodie over his ring gear and kneeling on his right knee. As the lyrics come in, he stands, removes his hood and surveys the crowd as sparks rain down around him. He grooves his way toward the ring, and high fives fans along the way. He circles the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He continues rocking out to the song and at the 1:50 mark, he goes to the turnbuckle with a primal scream as the lyrics say "I have spent my life chasing things that have only brought me pain. In the end when I'm dead, hope it was for something!"
JC: Introducing first, the challenger.
BG: Man, I really love this kid. But when I say kid I don’t mean that in a negative way. It’s a testament to the XWF that we’re now hosting our second generation and watching them carve out their own legacies.
JC: Perfect way to put it, Brody. Solomon Kline has made it abundantly clear in recent weeks that he doesn’t just want to follow in his father’s footsteps, he wants to surpass them.
BG: Well, he’s found success in the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition, becoming their Conquest Champion! He’s getting his feet under him and it’s only a matter of time before he takes off here as well. I’m guessing tonight will be the turnaround the young Kline has been searching for!
JC: Congratulations go out to Solomon on that massive accomplishment for sure. And we hope for many more to come. But what we’re focused on is what he can do here. And you’re absolutely right, tonight could be his night. But in order for that to be the case, he has to get through this woman:
All lights in the arena go dark and James Hetfield's opening vocals of Metallica's "The Memory Remains" blares suddenly over the public announce speakers. A minimal yet vocal minority of the fans in attendance shout the first lyrics aloud along with the singer:
Fortune, Fame, Mirror, Vain
Gone Insane
But the Memory Remains
The lights and the big screen both stay completely black. A single word appears on the screen:
. : A U R O R A : .
The guitar and drums come crashing in, along with the rest of the instrumental section. Soon after a mako green spotlight shines down upon the stage where Aurora herself is now standing. She has the XWF Television title belt draped over her shoulder and heavy white bandages wrapped around her midsection. Her hands and wrists are taped in all black tape and her silver-colored hair is pulled back into a ponytail. A smoke machine billows from beneath her, partially obscuring the view.
Rochelle Adams: Making her way to the ring at this time, she hails from Arizona Bay. Ladies and Gentlemen, the NEW XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION - AURORA!
Aurora limps through the smoke and down to and around the ring at a slowed pace, moving all of the way around to the southeast ring post before pulling herself up onto the ring apron. She centers herself on the apron and stands facing the crowd. Another glowing emerald spotlight shines straight down on her as laser-lights mimic the northern lights onto the smoke that has gathered around the ceiling of the arena. She pauses for a few moments staring upward before turning and gingerly entering the ring.
[white]BG: Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Aurora can barely walk down the ramp!
JC: Well, she went through literal hell two weeks ago. Despite what you may think of her performance, you can’t take that away from her.
BG: I’m not taking away anything from what she went through, Jack. I have word that the hospital took enough splinters out of her forehead alone to supply an entire buffet with toothpicks for a month.
JC: Clever.
BG: But now I see through the truth of Aurora’s lies! She didn’t want to drop the title to King out of a sense of honor. She wanted to get out of the beating of a lifetime here tonight!
JC: Oh, brother.
BG: Well, I for one am damn glad Principle wouldn’t let her weasel her way out of this! Kline is going to get his glory, and that snake is going to get what’s coming to her!
JC: I work with you every show, and somehow I still can’t believe the things that will come out of your mouth.
Aurora limps towards the center of the ring, but Kline shoots out of the corner and drills her with a massive spear!!!
COVER!!!
ONE!!
TWO!!!!
THR-
NO!!!
Aurora somehow kicks out, and immediately doubles over in the fetal position.
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14:47
JC: Oh my god! Solomon Kline almost beat Aurora within the first ten seconds!
BG: Damn it! It would have served her right.
JC: Oh, would you get off of it? I seriously doubt that Aurora of all people was trying to get out of her match here tonight. That makes like, no sense at all, Brody.
BG: She told Solomon that she could beat him in five minutes… and all Kline has done is show her the respect that she doesn’t deserve!
Aurora tries to crawl herself over towards the ropes but Kline stomps down on the small of her back before dragging her back to the center of the ring. He pulls her up and tosses her into the nearby corner, following up with a lunging shoulder thrust. Aurora screams as she’s driven back into the turnbuckles.
With his hands still on the ropes, Kline throws his shoulder again and again into the injured midsection. He irish whips her into the far corner so hard that she hits the turnbuckles chest first and slams down onto her back with a vicious whiplash.
JC: Kline appears to be focusing on the injured ribs of the Champion…
BG: Don’t call her that!
JC: The injured ribs of… Aurora…
BG: Better.
JC: Which is, by all accounts, exactly what he should be doing right now with a fifteen-minute time limit in play.
Aurora reaches for the bottom rope, but Kline drags her back out to the center of the ring. He rolls her over and attempts to go for another cover, but she kicks out immediately. Still, it appears to be rather painful to push 6’6”, 225 pound man off of her.
Kline grabs Aurora by the legs and appears to go for a scorpion deathlock submission, but the acting Champion manages to kick him off. She pulls herself up to her feet only to be taken right back down to the mat with a clothesline. The crowd cheers as Aurora repeats the process again and once more Kline sends her right back down. On the third attempt, Aurora stumbles, and can’t make it up off of one knee. Solomon comes charging forward and hits her with a low drop kick right in the chin!
Kline glances up at the clock on the Xtremetron.
12:13
12:12
12:11
BG: Stay on her, Kline!
Kline once more goes for a cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
AURORA KICKS OUT!!!
The Paris crowd can sense Kline’s rollercoaster of emotions. He doesn’t waste time to argue with the referee. Instead he picks Aurora up by her head and he thrusts his hand down onto her throat! He hoists her up and… chokeslam… no! Aurora spins out of it and lands on her feet! She immediately stumbles, however. Kline is quick to turn around and catch her by the waist. He pops his hips… German suplex!
He keeps his hands clasped!
JC: Beautiful German Suplex by the challenger…
BG: Future Champion, Jackie! Call it like you see it!
JC: Well, he doesn’t look like he’s ready to let up any time soon.
He rolls them both over and back up to their feet. Aurora reaches out for the ropes, and manages to grab the middle one. But with a sharp pull he’s easily able to break her grip and drill her with a second german suplex. Once again, Solomon hangs on, pulls Aurora back up, and hits her with a third german suplex! The crowd is expecting Solomon to let go, but he doesn’t!
He rolls Aurora back up and hits her with a fourth german suplex!
And then finally, he drills her with a massive release german suplex, his fifth in a row! The Paris crowd roars in approval!
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11:03
11:02
Aurora is once more relegated to the fetal position, but she’s close enough to the ropes that she’s able to grab the bottom one and pull herself to the outside. The crowd boos as it’s clearly a measure to put the pressure of the clock on Kline. But Kline still has plenty of time. Still, he follows her right out of the ring, and Aurora is in no position to run. He kicks her in the ribs and then clubs her back with a double axe handle before grabbing her and tossing her back into the ring.
BG: Since the ringing of the opening bell, it’s been all Solomon Kline, baby! Being the new Television Champion is going to look great on his rookie of the year resume!
JC: Yes, it most certainly would. But don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Brody!
Aurora tries to pull herself to her feet but can only manage to crawl with one arm covering her ribs. Kline slides back into the ring behind her and drops an elbow down onto the small of her back, crashing her down.
BG: Care to change that statement, Jack?
JC: The eggs are looking a bit cooked.
Aurora rolls over on her back and Kline grabs her by the legs. He wraps them around his own and steps over… scorpion deathlock! Aurora cries out in agony and begins to claw at the mat, as Kline sits it in deep!
BG: YES KLINE! GET HER! MAKE HER TAP!
JC: Ooh this is not looking good. He’s got it locked in deep! But I don’t understand, why attack the legs?
BG: Oh Jackie, can’t you see the torque that is being applied on Aurora’s lower back as well? Now quiet, I want to hear her ribs popping when he pulls back.
Aurora grits her teeth and lays her head against the mat. She’s got the referee in her face, asking her if she wants to submit, but she flat out refuses. Kline wrenches the deathlock back to an angle that has the fans react to a body that shouldn’t bend that way. Aurora’s eyes start to roll back into her head, but still she pushes her upper body off of the mat.
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Kline asks the referee to ask Aurora once more, and once more she refuses to quit. She starts to claw her way towards the bottom rope as Kline looks up at the clock. By the time her fingertip reaches the bottom rope, he immediately lets go of the hold. He turns and grabs Aurora by the ankles, but she kicks his grip off!
Kline stumbles back, but approaches again. Aurora, on her knees, throws a forearm into his midsection, connecting! It wakes up a part of the crowd that has been looking for any sign of offense from the champ. She throws a second, and a third forearm into Kline’s gut as she pushes herself back up to her feet, but Kline immediately catches her with a knee to the ribs.
He pulls her back out to the center of the ring, and sets her up for a back suplex. He hoists her high in the air and spins her around, looking for a Blue Thunder Bomb, but Aurora catches his head on the way down and counters with a desperation hurricanrana! Kline is thrown through the ropes and crashes out onto the floor below.
Kline immediately glances back up at the clock and starts to lose his temper a bit. He turns to look up to see Aurora coming through the ropes at him with a suicide dive that connects!
The two roll around on the floor in pain, and somehow Aurora looks like she got the worst of it!
JC: Not a smart move, but perhaps the only thing Aurora can muster right now!
BG: What good is a suicide dive if you hurt yourself more in the process? What an idiot.
JC: Look, do you want Aurora to just roll over and hand the TV title to Solomon Kline or not?
Kline is the first back to his feet. Stunned, but otherwise okay. He helps Aurora back to her feet only to throw her right back into the ring. Kline follows in and waits for her to get herself back up to her feet on her own. It takes a while, but she finally achieves it… only to be turned around and popped up into the air…
ASHES TO ASHES!!!
JC: Massive pop up forearm strike by the challenger!
BG: This one has got to be over, Jackie!
Kline slides down over top of Aurora and hooks the leg!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR- NOO!!!!
Aurora somehow manages to get a shoulder up!
JC: Kickout! Kickout!
BG: How in the hell did she kick out of Kline’s signature move? He got all of it!
JC: Aurora doesn’t want to dishonor the Television Championship by going down without a fight!
Now Kline is taking precious time to double check with the referee, who must be mistaken. Once more, they tell Kline that it was close, but only a two-count. Kline looks as though he’s about to lose his cool, but stops himself, and refocuses. He nods and turns his attention back toward Aurora, this time pulling her back up to her feet. He pops her back up into the air for another ASHES TO ASHES!
NO!
Aurora’s knee catches Kline under the chin on the way up! Kline stumbles back into the ropes! The ropes push him forward right into an ENTROPY BLADE!
Both fighters collapse in the ring!
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5:08
5:07
BG: Look at the clock. Kline has lasted a lot longer than Aurora’s cocky five-minute prediction.
JC: To be honest with you, Brody, from the ringing of the opening bell, it’s been all Kline. But now Aurora has finally gotten some meaningful offense in with that Entropy Blade knee strike, and the clock you mentioned is becoming a factor!
BG: You don’t think Kline knows that?
JC: I never said that!
For the first time all match, Aurora is the first to get back to her feet. She’s clutching her ribs, but she still manages to catch Kline with a headbutt that sends him staggering back. He fires back with an unblocked forearm to the side of her face, and Aurora fires back with another stinging headbutt. The crowd is on their feet as the two fighters duke it out in the center of the ring. Finally Aurora ducks a forearm, bounces off of the ropes, and comes flying back in with a Critical Trigger double-leg dropkick!
No!
Kline catches the feet and immediately starts to lock in the Scorpion Deathlock again!
NO!
Aurora cradles Klines head, and rolls him up with an inside cradle!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
KLINE breaks the inside cradle just before the count of three!
BOTH superstars come right back up to their feet. Aurora with an ENTROPY BLADE KNEE- NO! SOLOMON ducks out of the way and catches Aurora under the chin with a superkick! He glances up at the clock!
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2:28
2:27
BG: Come on, Kline! Now's the chance to make your whole XWF family proud!
With a guttural yell, Solomon yanks Aurora back up to her feet. He locks her arms and pulls her up onto his back…
DUST TO DUST!
NO!!!
Aurora flips backward and lands on her feet! Solomon spins and looks to catch Aurora with a massive forearm, but she leaps, connecting with another ENTROPY BLADE!!! Kline stumbles back toward the ropes, somehow catching himself before tumbling through. Aurora comes charging at him looking for the Critical Triggle double leg dropkick again, but Kline sidesteps her, and she nearly goes flying through the ropes instead!
But Solomon catches her by the head, shouting ‘No you don’t!’ and pulls her back into the ring with her still body still draped on the middle rope, and he drills her down into the mat with a sickening rope hung ddt!
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1:33
Kline hooks both legs for the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
AURORA GETS A FINGERTIP ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
JC: Oh my god, I can’t believe it!
BG: This bitch just won’t die!
JC: Hey! Watch it, Brody!
Kline quickly grabs her and pulls back to her feet. He knees her in the ribs and pushes her head down between his legs.
BG: Do it Kline! You’re running out of time!
Solomon hoists Aurora up onto his shoulders and drops her down with a massive powerbomb! He glances over at the clock. Seeing that he still has time, he pulls her up again, and drills her with a SECOND power bomb!
BG: YES YES YES!!!
Kline then yanks Aurora up a third time, never releasing his grip. He spins around once, twice, three times, and drills Aurora into the mat with a spinning powerbomb…
NO!!!
AURORA throws herself back at the last possible second, sending Kline straight down on the top of his head with THE BLACK LEGACY!!!
JC: SPIKE HURRICANRANA!!!
KLINE GOES STIFF ON IMPACT, THEIR MOMENTUM PULLS AURORA OVER INTO A SEATED POSITION ON HIS SHOULDERS FOR THE COVER-
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KLINE KICKS HIS LEG UPWARD, BUT AURORA REACHES OUT AND HOOKS IT-
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!!!
0:07
WINNER AND STILL XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION - AURORA!
Solomon Kline is leaving the ring after a grueling match with Aurora and he walks up the ramp toward the entryway. But there's Sarah Wolf! The two of them stop and stare at each other for a moment. Then Sarah headbutts Kline, taking him by surprise! She spits into her hand a black substance.
BG: Jackie! Is that what I think it is?
JC: I think so. That's got to be wolf's blood! Kline needs to be careful here.
Kline looks to gather himself but then, right into his face! Sarah Wolf rubs her hand right into the eyes of Kline with that wolf's blood! He immediately falls to his knees, holding his head in his hands. Kline screams in pain.
BG: Someone needs to stop this! Sarah and the Black Rainbow are out of control. That man just got out of a wild match! What did he do to deserve this?
JC: Well, he did have some choice words for Sarah and her new faction in his promo for this match. I imagine she's not going to just let that go.
Sarah is not done. She reaches down to her fallen victim's mouth and locks in The Hybrid Moment, her version of the mandible claw! She drags Kline to the ground and refuses to let up until security detail, lead by Kline's recent opponent, Tommy Gunn, comes down to pull her off. They drag her away from Solomon Kline and help him to the back as she smiles a wicked grin and looks proud of herself, readying herself for her own match up next.
”So, there I was, in Yelena Gorgo’s hotel room…”
”Damn, T, Gorgo invite you in?”
”Shiiiiiit, you know she didn’t.”
John Black and Estrada laugh knowingly… as Wish hushes his fellow THUGs.
”Hold it down, hold it down!”
JB and Estrada roll their eyes…
”So, I’m hoverin’ above this slumbering monster, when I notice… THIS belt…” Wish adjusts the X-Treme title on his shoulder… “Resting upon ‘er.”
…
“Slash them. Y’know, respect them pronouns.”
…
”For the count of three? I place my thumb on ‘er chest!”
“Gorgo beat down the King.” Wish grins. ”But Gorgo lost her belt to the Best.”
JB and Estrada whoop and holler as Tommy Wish, X-Treme champion, basks in their praise.
”The Best, huh?”
The THUGs spin around!
As Warfare Assistant GM, Pip Collins stands before the trio of neer-do-wells.
”Did I hear that right, Tommy? The best?”
”...Well…”
”He *did* beat Gorgo, Pippy.” JB cuts in.
”¿Quién más hizo eso, munchkin?”
Reggie and JB laugh and smack hands… Tommy eventually grins along.
…Until Pip joins in with their grinning.
”Well, that must mean you’re eager to start your defenses, huh? Start down the path toward a 24/7 briefcase?”
…Tommy strokes his chin.
”...I mean… hell yeah.” He smiles cockily, nodding at his fellow THUGs.
”...So… tonight?” Pip continues grinning like the cat that ate the canary. ”We’ve got a… talent... that showed up tonight. Surely, the BEST could handle an impromptu defense, right?”
…Tommy eyes Collins skeptically.
”...I would… But, I kinda got… uh… stomach ache…”
…
Tommy suddenly grips his gut.
JB socks T in the arm. ”T, hol’ up. Let’s bring it in.”
…The THUGs huddle up.
”T, why you playin’?”
”...This cat’s tryin’ to shell game me… I seen a con comin’ a mile away…”
JB shakes his head. ”Dawg, he’s bluffin’... First defense’s always a cakewalk. Plus…” JB smacks his chest, then Reggie’s. ”We gotchu.”
”...For real?”
”Claro que si, mi chico blanco.”
…Reggie grins. The THUGs break their huddle, before spinning back on Pip.
”...Some rando wants my belt? I’ll take him on.”
“But, you know you look like Quasimodo’s spawn?”
OHHHHHH! JB and Reggie pop off at Tommy’s diss.
”Wait, wait, wait, hold it down! Hold it down!” Tomm lifts the belt on his shoulder once more…
”Send anyone you want, Pip. Who betta than me?”
“Ya think ya Doctah Evil… When you’re just Mini-Me.”
OHHHHHH! JB and Reggie go off!
…Pip remains grinning…
”I’ll notify your opponent. I’d get ready.”
The THUGs continue gassing up Wish, who looks very confident.
JC: An impromptu X-Treme Title match! Wow!
BG: Wish seems confident, he’ll have the other THUGs backing him up… But who’s he defending his belt against?
The arena goes black. The opening chords of "Undead" by Hollywood Undead blare over the Arena PA system. One by one, spotlights around the arena begin fading in and out, alternating between a bright white and deep purple tones. As the bass line kicks into its highly recognized bone jarring chorus the spotlights sync their flashing with the rhythm. Suddenly the spotlights all turn at once, illuminating the stage in a brilliant flash and a radiating glow. Lucy Wylde steps out from behind the curtain onto center stage just as the crowd begins to cheer and sing along with the song...
UNDEAD!!!!!
UNDEAD!!!!!
UNDEAD!!!!!
UNDEAD!!!!!
As the verse begins, Lucy begins walking towards the ring, a big smile on her face as she moves from side to side along the aisle - slapping the hands of the fans as she goes. She gets to ringside and runs up the ring steps, climbing into the ring and ascending the far turnbuckle, raising her arms into the air. She pulls a pair of fingerless leather gloves from her back pocket and puts them on, one by one. Her music begins to fade into the background of the cheers of the fans. Once both gloves are tight, she clenches both fists and jumps down from the turnbuckle, awaiting the opening bell.
...
JC: Where the hell is Wolf!?
BG: You can't rush perfection, Jack! Sarah Wolf will arrive in her own time! Maybe she needed a drink after that thing with Kline!
JC: (scoffs) Perfection?
As Sarah Wolfs music plays, there's still no sign of her. In the ring, Lucy Wylde grows restless as she paces the ring.
JC: For someone vowing to hurt her opponent, Sarah Wolf sure doesn't seem too keen on showing up to actually put her money where her mouth is!
BG: Relax, baby boy! While the XWF is playin’ checkers, the Black Rainbow is playin’ three dimensional chess!
JC: This is…
In the ring, Lucy stands up on the ropes, staring out toward the entrance way as there's still no sign of Sarah Wolf.
Suddenly, amid the darkened arena, Wolf slides into the ring and Lucy remains unaware. Getting to her feet, she charges the former XWF Tag Team and multiple time world champion from behind, clobbering her, sending Lucy Wylde spilling over the top rope. She spills awkwardly against the apron and falls to the floor.
JC: Sarah Wolf from behind!
BG: …that's probably not the first time that phrase has been uttered.
JC: Lucy Wylde takes a nasty fall to the floor!
BG: Well, Wolf has gone on record sayin’ she wanted to hurt Lucy. You begged for her arrival and now she's here to follow through on her promise!
JC: Fans, we have to take a quick break…
BG: But the match hasn't even started yet!
JC: Stay with us to see if the young Wolf with a vicious streak can upset the wily veteran with the Lion's heart!
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JC: Back here on Warfare after that… rude paid advertisement from Pro Wrestling Valor as Sarah Wolf continues to decimate Lucy Wylde!
BG: And the bell hasn't even rung to start the match!
Sarah Wolf works slow and methodical, determined to set the pace, determined to follow through on her promise not only to win, but to hurt Lucy Wylde. She slams Lucy head first into the announce table.
A quick glance from the camera shows Thaddeus Duke, XWF lead and Lucy Wylde's boy toy looking on from his sky box appearing concerned.
JC: Look out! They're right here in front of us!
BG: They're surely are and I love every second of it!
JC: I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the worried look on Thad's face a moment ago.
BG: He should be worried! He's the one that booked this match to begin with and now Sarah Wolf is taking her time pickin’ apart his love!
Wolf flings Wylde into the safety barricade. Wolf then follows in with a charge but Wylde gets her boot up. Wolf tries to hit the brakes, but takes the blow anyway and staggers backward. Wylde gets a head of steam and charges toward Wolf. Sarah counters with a sidestep, sending Wylde shoulder first into the ring steps as the official demands Wolf to get the match into the ring.
BG: He can make his demands and bark orders all he wants, but until the match is in the ring and the bell rings, she can do whatever the hell she wants!
JC: This is a horseshit strategy! This clearly isn't about winning. She only wants to hurt Lucy Wylde and you gotta wonder why!
BG: Who cares why? Lucy Wylde has had her time in the sun and it's time for that sun to set on her legendary career!
Wolf lifts Wylde off her feet then slams her lower back into the ring post. Then does it a second time. Then a third time before dropping her haphazardly to the floor.
A cameraman gets in her face and Wolf takes exception to it as she decks the cameraman and uses the cords to choke the life out of Lucy Wylde.
Once again, a camera shot shows the concerned boyfriend of Lucy Wylde, his jaw clenched tight as he looks on from his sky box. The camera quickly goes back to the action as the referee begs Wolf to stop choking the actual life out of Lucy Wylde.
JC: More concern on the face of Thaddeus Duke as Wolf continues her onslaught of violence!
BG: He can be worried and he should be, but it's not like he'll do anything about it. When does that guy ever intervene in anything that doesn't concern the Universal title!?
JC: Finally! Finally Wolf lets go of those cables!
Wylde remains down and gasping, grasping for air after Wolf nearly choked the life out of her. Wolf is on her feet, looking around for her next opportunity. She sees a kid in the front row, probably 8 years old at most, wearing a Lucy Wylde t-shirt.
After approaching the barricade, she grabs the child by his shirt and rips him from his chair. Grabbing his chair, Wolf goes to pull it over the barricade but the kid hangs on for dear life.
JC: That kids hanging on to that chair!
BG: He doesn't want his favorite cougar busted up anymore than she already has been!
JC: Cougar? You're incorrigible, Brody!
BG: She's like 50 and Thad's only 26, what would you call her?
Wolf shoves the kid hard, finally freeing the chair from his grip. She turns and wallops Wylde with that chair. Up in the skybox, Thad has disappeared from view.
At long last though, Sarah Wolf feels that the damage has been done and after a few more chair shots for good measure, she rolls Lucy into the ring and follows in after her. The referee finally signals for the match to begin and the bell sounds.
While the two have been in action already for several minutes, the official hits the mat to check on Lucy Wylde to see if she can even continue. Wolf boots the referee out of the way and lifts Wylde to her feet before sending her hard into the turnbuckles. Wylde crashes and faceplants from the impact. Wolf stays on her though, pulling her to her feet by her hair. Lifting her up, Wylde wraps her legs around Sarah's waist but Wolf drops her throat first against the ropes.
JC: My god!
BG: Ohhhhh!
JC: Wolf with a stun gun! Dropping Lucy Wylde on the top rope on her surgically repaired throat!
BG: Hmmm.
A quick pop arises from the crowd as Thaddeus Duke emerges from backstage. Wolf notices the unlikely pop and stares a hole through him briefly.
JC: Duke has probably seen enough of this!
BG: If he sees himself as a good boyfriend, he'll do the right thing and end this match! He'll give Sarah Wolf her well earned victory!
Wylde kicks and writhes on the mat as she clutches her throat. Wolf returns her attention to Wylde and hooks the leg as Thad looks on with his arms folded across his chest.
1!
2!
3!??????
JC: Lucy Wylde kicks out but I really think her heart outweighed her brain!
BG: I couldn't agree more. A lesser woman would've stayed down, and maybe just this once, Lucy Wylde should've been the lesser woman.
Wolf gets to her feet and pulls Wylde to hers, then lifts her up and drops her back first across her knee. She stands, maintaining her grips on Lucy and drops her back first a second time, then a third. All three of them come while staring a hole through the boss.
The young boy from earlier whips a full soda into the ring. It smacks Wolf in her head. The cup explodes on impact showering the referee with cold, icy soda. Some of which gets in his eyes and he reels away momentarily.
Wolf takes advantage of the situation, pulling out a set of brass knuckles from her trunks as she stands in wait, letting Lucy get to her feet under her own power.
JC: I don't think Thad noticed those knucks come out!
BG: He's checking on the official!
Wylde gets to her feet and Wolf cracks her in the skull with the loaded fist! Wylde collapses to the mat as a purple bruise immediately forms on her head. Wolf tosses the knuckles but unfortunately they land right in Thad's view.
Wolf hooks the leg of Lucy Wylde as the referee recovers to make the count.
1!
2!
3!??????
JC: Duke!
BG: God damn him!
JC: He just yanked the referee out of the ring!
The referee protests Thad's involvement. Wolf gets to her feet and she too protests. Thad shows him the brass knuckles but the official isn't having it. Thad steps back…
SMACK!
JC: Heat Seeker!
BG: Duke’s gone rogue!
JC: Propriety goes out the window when someone you love is in danger! And the end result is an unconscious referee!
Another official runs down to the ring and Wolf goes for a second cover.
1!
2!
3!????
JC: She kicked out! How the hell did she kick out!?
BG: Ohhhh but things are about to get even more interesting, Jacuinde! Look who's comin’!
JC: Big man cometh! Enigma, also of the Black Rainbow, the enforcer if you will, has made his entrance and he now stands at ringside!
BG: He's side eyeing the boss as Sarah Wolf goes back to work!
Wolf is back to her feet, incensed that Lucy kicked out. She gets in the referee’s face but he defends his count. Wolf turns back to Lucy and grabs a couple fists full of her blond hair and rips her to her feet, keeping Wylde’s back to her. Lucy goes to advance away from Wolf but Wolf still has her hair. Wylde leaves her feet…
JC: Corkscrew pele kick!
BG: No!
JC: And just like that, the tables may have turned here on Warfare!
The kick blasts Wolf in her skull, causing her to stagger backward in a groggy state. Lucy one hop springboards and delivers a devastating tornado DDT to Wolf.
JC: And now there’s some separation that Lucy Wylde most definitely needed!
BG: I blame Duke for this! He had to intervene in the divine dissection that Sarah Wolf was performing! He had to protect his girl and now Lucy is back in the game when she was down for the count just a little while ago!
JC: I see you failed to mention WHY she was down for the count, Brody!
BG: That matters less to me.
Lucy stayed down on the mat for a few moments, but she's a veteran. She knows that staying down to catch her wind would only serve Sarah Wolf. She gets back to her feet as Wolf begins to get to hers. She sends a slap to Wolf’s head and a swift kick inside the knee to put her down to her knees. Wylde gets a head of steam…
JC: My God! That shining wizard damn near took her head off!
BG: Let’s not be dramatic, Jacuinde!
JC: It’s wrestling, man. Everything is drama!
Lucy goes for a quick cover.
1!
2!
JC: Sarah Wolf kicks out and this match continues!
BG: Should’ve been over a long time ago! The Black Rainbow will put their stamp on this match one way or a’ damn ‘nother! Mark my words Jacuinde!
JC: Uggh give it a rest! She used brass knuckles to try and put Lucy away and her boyfriend who just so happens to be the face that runs this place ventured to ringside!
BG: (sings) Blame it all on my roots!
JC: Uggh god.
Wylde is back to her feet and measures up Sarah Wolf as the previous aggressor begins to get to her feet. Sarah gets upright and Wylde takes off across the ring. Wolf turns and is just about to eat a spear when she defensively sends a devastating kick to Lucy’s torso. Lucy stops in her tracks, arches backward in pain and turns around, bending at the hips. Wolf grabs her by the hair and pulls her into a piledriver position. She repositions herself to look at Thad while she does it, but Lucy digs deep and sends Wolf up and over. They were close to the ropes though so Wolf tumbles over the top rope and down to the floor.
JC: Almost like a reverse from the start of this battle, Wolf goes over this time and takes an ugly spill like Lucy Wylde did a while ago!
BG: I don’t like this, man! I don’t like this one bit!
JC: What?
BG: One person out here has the power to do whatever he wants! He can change the rules on the fly, he can…
JC: He’s not doing anything! He just came out here to ensure Lucy’s continued safety!
Thad backs off and rounds the corner at the referees request. Enigma however, rushes over to check on Sarah. Lucy, meanwhile, peels off to the far side of the ring, Enigma be damned. She bounces off the ropes and capitalizes on her momentum, leaping over the top rope to a huge pop with a tope suicida!
JC: A smirk briefly adorns Thad’s face but it’s short lived!
BG: Enigma snatched her out of mid-air!
Thad quickly makes his way around the corner and Enigma scowls but puts Lucy down on her feet. Wylde looks at Enigma for just a moment but returns to Wolf.
BG: Ohhhhh right in the pu…
JC: VAGINA!
BG: That’s what I was gonna say!
Wolf squares a punch to Lucy’s womanhood that halts her in her tracks. Wolf gets to her feet and tosses Lucy back into the ring. Wolf enters behind her and stands near the center of the ring, waiting for Lucy.
JC: If she gets this locked in, Brody, it might be the end of this match!
BG: …that was over a long time ago!
Wolf waits and waits as Lucy slowly recovers and gets back to her feet. Lucy turns and Wolf drives her arm forward…
JC: Devillock!
BG: YES!
JC: LUCY’S FIGHTING HER!
Lucy uses both arms to stop Wolf from getting the mandible claw locked in. Wolf has a grip on the back of Lucy’s head so there’s only one possible escape. Lucy uses it as she slams herself on her ass. Her grip on Sarah’s wrist brings Wolf head first into the middle turnbuckle. Wolf pops back to her feet a bit dazed and she trips backwards over Lucy. Wylde takes advantage with a roll up.
1!
2!
3!??????
JC: Sarah Wolf kicks out here at two!
BG: That was way too close for my comfort, Jacuinde!
JC: Lucy’s a wily veteran and that experience just shined through right there!
Lucy peels off to the far corner, measuring Sarah Wolf and begging her to get back up. Suddenly…
JC: Aww come on!
BG: What!? She just looked unsteady so Enigma is just helping her stay afoot!
Enigma reached one of his big ol’ meathooks that some might call an arm through the ropes, gripping Lucy Wylde around her waist stopping her from doing what she was planning to do. The referee pleads with Enigma to let her go, but Enigma refuses. Thad notices what’s going on and he comes around one side while not taking his eyes off of Enigma. Meanwhile, in the ring, Sarah Wolf gets back to her feet and sees what’s going on with Lucy in the corner. She takes off across the ring.
Pretty much simultaneously, Enigma sees Thad coming and lets go of Lucy. turning his attention to Thad. Enigma charges toward Thad while in the ring, Wolf charges toward Lucy.
JC: Double A Spinebuster from Thad to Enigma on the floor!
BG: NO!
JC: LUCY SIDE STEPS AT THE LAST SECOND!
Wolf crashes through the ropes, her head impacting the ring post. Lucy quickly rolls her up from behind.
1!
2!
3!?????
3!
WINNER - Lucy Wylde
JC: Lucy got her!
BG: This is a miscarriage of justice!
JC: She got her fair and square, Brody!
Thad gets into the ring to celebrate Lucy’s victory. Helping her up, the two embrace very briefly before he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. With Sarah Wolf coming in hot, Thad turns to his right and goes for the Heat Seeker super kick. Sarah Wolf puts on the brakes and peels off, tumbling out of the ring in a masterclass of avoiding that ridiculous kick.
On the floor, Wolf gets to her feet, staring down the duo of Lucy Wylde and Thaddeus Duke. The couple has their hands on their knees, begging for Wolf to come back. What neither of them realize, and Wolf does, is there’s no longer just the two of them in the ring. Thad senses motion or movement and spins, but Enigma grips him by his throat and delivers the double choke bomb to Thaddeus Duke, laying him out in the center of the ring. Before Lucy Wylde can react, Enigma has taken his place beside Sarah Wolf as the duo never takes their eyes off of Duke and Wylde while they slowly and triumphantly backpedal toward the entrance way.
JC: Lucy Wylde may have won the match here tonight on Warfare…
BG: (cackling) Screw the outcome! The Black Rainbow just laid out, as you so eloquently put it earlier, the face that runs this place!
JC: And they leave a stunned Lucy Wylde, a stunned XWF Universe in their wake!
BG: I told you, Jacuinde! I told you that the Black Rainbow was gonba to leave their mark in this match tonight!
JC: You most certainly did say that, yes.
BG: Okay, so Lucy won the match, but the Black Rainbow fired the biggest shot! They landed the biggest blow!
JC: I… I can’t argue with that. Fans, we’ll take a break and come right back.
JC: Folks, you're getting one more match than our card bargained for!
BG: And it's for the X-Treme title.
Tommy Wish is doing stretches, using the ropes as leverage to work his back and hips. Behind him, John Black and Reggie Estrada are slinging praise on ol’ Tommy W, gassing up his confidence. The camera mounted microphone from the operator on the apron picks up the chatter.
"You got this, dawg. Whoever comes out that curtain is gonna WISH he stayed his ass in the back, am I right?"
Reggie shoots Black a look, who shoots one right back.
Was that on purpose?
Black offers a big-eyed shrug before breaking into a laugh and exchanging dabs with the other THUG.
Wish lets go of the ropes and stands straight. After one final stretch of his arms he bounces lightly on his feet, working his neck back and forth.
Hold it down! I got this.
...Wish takes a breath, before assuring himself.
I got this.
JC: This should be an interesting bout! Tommy had no opportunity to prepare for his opponent!
BG: Preparing's for squares! Wish is a FOUR-TIME X-Treme champ! He's an XWF Triple Crown Champion! And he's got John Black and Reggie Estrada ready to make this a three-on-one! I don't care WHO comes out, they're g-
LIGHTS. GO. OUT.
Seconds tick by. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. And then a sound… of music begins to serenade the arena. A crackling, hollow orchestration recorded on primitive equipment from the early 20th century. Then comes a voice, a youthful, earnest voice full of longing. The audience immediately recognizes Judy Garland's expressive tenor, and the sweeping melody to Somewhere Over the Rainbow but there’s something… off. The words are twisted, and malformed, as if infected with some terrible disease.
NOWHERE IN THE BLACK RAINBOW
SKIES ARE GLOOM
AND THE WHISPERS YOU FOLLOW
GUIDE YOU TO YOUR DOOM
JC: Oh my God! We saw this at Ides of March! Could it be...?
MUSIC CUTS. LIGHTS RISE,
AND GORGO IS IN THE RING.
JC: IT IS! IT'S GORGO!
BG: HOLY SHIT!
The Eater of Dreams. Tall, muscled, covered in black paint with burning yellow eyes, an unnatural grin across their downward angled face. The arena erupts in a chaotic reaction of overlapping screams and boos but there’s something different in the spectrum, a surprising hint of… cheers? Not supportive but violently encouraging.
JC: It's still three-on-one!
BG: I don't think Gorgo counts as one, Jacko!
Wish, startled by their sudden appearance, staggers back... right into the THUGS. Black and Reggie don’t retreat. They stand their ground with Tommy, and all three raise their fists defiantly.
"Wanna run hands? Let'z shake!"
All three step forwa-
DARKNESS!
...
JC: ...What's happening?
BG: I can't see my hand in front of my fa-
FWOOOSH! The lights come back on...
...
AND TWO OF THE THUGS ARE DOWN!
BG: Oh my God!
JC: Both John Black and Reggie Estrada have somehow ended up outside the ring.
Indeed. Reggie Estrada has been gored through the barricade, lying in a pile of twisted metal!
John Black is laid out on the floor with blood spilling down his face in thin lines from a gash across his forehead.
Inside the ring, Gorgo is standing in the exact same spot, with the exact same devilish grin. Wish, still standing, stares down at his friends in shock with his hands on his head, disbelief and confusion having momentarily distracted him from his opponent.
JC: ...It looks like the numbers have been equalized! Wish is gonna have to meet this opponent alone!
BG: This match? Wish is gonna meet his MAKER alone!
Wish wheels around to see Gorgo and his mind returns to the present. It takes a moment to regain his composure, but it comes, along with a desire to right for what’s his. He raises his hands and waves her to bring it.
The official steps between the two, verifying they're both ready to compete... Gorgo maintains her eerie twisted grin as Tommy reels back his fists, ready to fight with all he has!
BUT WAIT! The fans react with a wave of surprise when from the back DOMINICK STRIFE bolts down the ramp with a chair!
JC: Wait! That's former X-Treme champ Dominick Strife!
The official's about to call for the bell...
When Strife slides into the ring head first and pops up behind Gorgo, who's too laser-focused on Wish to notice Strife's intrusion! He raises the steel seat and CRACKS it across their back! Gorgo stumbles forward before falling to the mat and rolling over to the ropes.
...Wish breathes a sigh of relief, seeking to dap up Stri-
STRIFE dives across the ring, raising his chair...
VAN DAMINATOR!
JC: We've seen Aurora pull that move before! It looks like Dom was taking notes while they were both signed by Stars of Combat!
BG: Oh man! Wish is a four-time X-Treme champ... But he might've forgotten EVERYONE else wants that belt!
Strife dynamically catches Wish straight across the face with a spinning heel kick AND chair!
Wish collapses onto his back... Strife leaps onto Wish for the cover!
1!
2!
THRE-NO! Wish somehow forces the shoulder up!
BG: Incredible sturdiness by Tommy Wish, kicking out!
Wish scrambles to the ropes... But Strife grabs him by the ankle, clearly looking to become a two-time X-Treme champi-
WHAM! KIKKUDEMON! GORGO’S SHIN CRACKS STRIFE IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!
Dom falls sideways into the ropes before rubberbanding down to the canvas!
In the chaos, Wish scurries out of the ring like a rat escaping a burning ship... He snags his belt from the timekeeper, and flees into the crowd, not even bothering to check on his homies who are still down and out.
JC: It looks like we might not get an X-Treme title match after all, Brody!
BG: But we still might get a MURDER, Jacko!
Gorgo’s interest in Wish is quickly replaced in punishing Strife for interrupting their plans. The referee, little more than a bystander now, tries, rushes over to the ropes to signal the time keeper, who begins hammering the bell in a pointless hope of breaking up the scuffle.
Back in the ring, Gorgo grabs Strife by the arm and drags the man toward the center of the ring. Not aggressively, but dismissively, like a carcass of a fresh kill. Anger rains down on them as they release his arm, letting it flop on the canvas, then slowly creeps around to step over his back.
They look around the arena before bringing both hands together under their jaw, signalling that it’s time for Strife to GO BACK TO SLEEP.
They grab both his arms, yank them over their crouched legs, then snake their right hand around the front of his throat, locking in the DESUKURATCHI (Dragon Sleeper)!!!
JC: Someone's gotta stop this! Gorgo's looking to end Dom's career!
BG: He made his choice to get involved in Gorgo's business, Jacko!
The time keeper continues to hammer the bell and the referee is now getting involved, trying to pull Gorgo off Strife, but for his effort only getting shoved effortlessly away with their free arm, sending him skidding toward a corner.
When suddenly...
FROM THE BACK, HERE COMES AURORA!
JC: Here she is! Aurora!
BG: What's SHE gonna do against Gorgo?!?
Gorgo, seeing her trucking down to the ring, releases Strife and stands, ready to fight. He flattens on the mat like a dead fish as they step over him just as Aurora jumps up onto the apron and stands.
Gorgo lurches forward, swinging wildly over the top rope. MISS! Aurora ducks down and jams a shoulder through, connecting them in the stomach, forcing the Eater of Dreams backward several paces. Aurora then quickly ascends the outside corner with the crowd cheering her on and leaps from the top rope before crashing into Gorgo!
JC: Apparently that, Brody!
Both go down to the canvas with Aurora quickly leaping to her feet to check on Strife. Behind her, Gorgo SITS UP, turns, and slithers on to all fours, crawling after the Catalyst. The fans try to warn her but their voices are lost in the chaos of the moment, until Gorgo’s hand reaches over and seizes a handful of hair.
Aurora yelps as her hundred and eleven pounds are yanked off the mat and she’s dragged kicking and screaming to the nearest corner where her face gets bashed into the turnbuckle repeatedly.
JC: Gorgo is absolutely ANIMALISTIC in her rage!
BG: Justifiable, Jacko! This is the SECOND interloper to get between her and what she wants!
The beating goes on, and on, until Aurora finally gets in an elbow shot to the liver, the same spot to which she connected with her shoulder. It gives her time to separate and stand, bloody-nosed but defiant, to slice the edge of her hand across Gorgo’s chest!
They stumble back after another chop, and another chop. She then shifts gears, grabbing Gorgo’s arm and turns, flinging them into the ropes. On the return… EVENT HORIZON!
JC: Beautiful spinning back kick by Aurora!
BG: ...But Gorgo's still stnading!
Gorgo fumbles backward into the ropes. Aurora looks around, finding Strife’s chair. She picks it up and throws it in Gorgo’s face, who quickly catches it… AURORA BEAM!
JC: The second chair assisted kick in as many minutes! This is absolute chaos out here!
A roundhouse kick to the chair slams the metal into Gorgo’s face! They spin around like a top before driving down to the mat like a screw. Aurora kips up to her feet, blood running down her face, and looks out at the crowd.
But the celebration is brief because Gorgo sits up again.
JC: ...No fucking way!
BG: GORGO! IS! UNENDING!
Not as quickly, or smoothly as before, but painfully they rise from the canvas and turn to get to their feet, slower than before, and on uneasy legs. Blood immediately splatters under their face like globs of spaghetti sauce before they fully straighten to their full height.
Aurora isn’t caught off guard this time. It’s almost like she expected Gorgo to get back up. Quickly the Catalyst rushes back in for the attack, sending a swift kick to their midsection. Gorgo doubles over. Aurora then grabs two handfuls of hair and pulls their head down into a standing head scissors.
She’s going for it! AURORA DESTROYER!
She flips forward BUT NO! Gorgo braces! The move ends midway through completion, with Aurora now dangling helplessly behind the Eater of Dreams’ back! They walk forward, toward the center of the ring, then flip Aurora over head, slamming her back first into the stiff ring floor.
She groans with pain and reaches underneath to clutch her back. Gorgo, standing over her, wipes their face and looks at the mix of blood and paint on their hands, appearing thick as pitch and twice as black.
The Eater of Dreams steps backward and growls as Aurora rolls over, ready to keep fighting if she must… but the LIGHTS GO OUT again. When they return, Gorgo is gone.
...
JC: What was ANY of that, Brody?!?
BG: I'll tell you what it was, Jacko! It was INSANE! Gorgo was UNSTOPPABLE against FOUR XWF stars... And Aurora came and cheap-shotted her from claiming what was rightfully hers! The X-Treme title!
JC: ...That's... Well, the Black Rainbow continues its reign of terror over the XWF... But, at least one talent has made it clear that they aren't taking over without a fight! And that is Aurora!
BOOM!
Red and gold pyro detonates across the stage in a flaming starburst, shooting towards the ceiling like a set of screeching missiles. Smoke spills over the ramp as the first notes of "Bullet With A Name" blare through the PA system. That's when the X-tron kicks on, jittering with old VHS static and distortion.
BG: Wait a minute, what's going on with the X-tron?!
JC: Folks, I think we may be having some video production problems, if you'll just sit tight for a momen-
BG: Wait a minute, I think it's fixed!
The footage looks degraded, like a bootleg reel of violence. We see the echoes of Charlie's past, not full scenes, but a select few broken flashes:
A shot of Sarah Lacklan spearing Charlie Nickles through a flaming table.
A glimpse of Chris Page writhing in pain, but only after pinning Charlie Nickles.
A memory of ALIAS choking Charlie Nickles unconscious, his limbs twitching as his lips turn blue.
An image of Raion Kido kicking Charlie Nickles in the head, crumpling him to the ground.
A hand, Charlie's hand, reaching for the Universal Championship...and missing, time and time again.
And then: BLACK.
No music. No noise. Just the heartbeat of the crowd.
That’s when he finally appears at the top of the stage, the one and only Nickleman: but he doesn't look like his usual self. Now, Charlie is dressed in a perfectly tailored suit with pressed slacks and polished dress shoes. His wild mane is now tamed into loose curls, leading you to wonder: has he finally tamed his wild side?
JC: It's Charlie Nickles! Fresh off a disappointing finish in the Ides of March tournament, it looks like Charlie is coming out here to say a few words!
BG: Well he may not have won the Ides of March, but he sure put on a show throughout the tournament! I think I speak for all of us when I say, I wonder what's next for The Nickleman!
That's when the metal anthem picks right back up, blaring through the PA system as Charlie lumbers towards the ring with a microphone in-hand.
"Ohhhhhh, my disposition is in a position for all to see, regretless of how it feels!"
As Charlie strolls towards the ring in his suit, the camera can't help but to zoom in on his brand new cufflinks, which are sparkling under the arena's spotlights. The camera zoom in reveals the jeweled diamonds on his cuffs, spelling out the letters “B O B” in blood-red stones.
"I got a bullet with a name on it! Bullet with a name!"
Charlie’s old fans watch in stunned silence as he descends the ramp, looking like a brand new man. The pearl-clutchers who once jeered him now squint with intrigue. They still don't like him, but when he dresses like this, maybe they'll learn to tolerate him.
Charlie walks slowly down the ramp as his music blasts through the speakers, with no smiles and no grand gestures. When he finally reaches the ring, he pauses just before the apron and looks towards the hardcam. As the camera focuses on Charlie, he stares right back at you through the screen. Then, he straightens his cuffs before offering a polite wave to the crowd.
JC: Charlie sure does look unusually dapper today, doesn't he? It's almost like he's dressed for a funeral!
BG: I just hope that he wasn't planning on making today my funeral! You never know what's going on with that Nickleguy!
Charlie steps into the ring, moving towards it's center as he brings the microphone up to his mouth. The Nickleman waits for a few seconds while the music turns off, basking in the moment as the entire stadium hangs on his impending monologue. He has the crowd in his hands, and he knows exactly what to do with them.
"You don’t always know when the end is near. Sometimes it’s sudden. A chair shot to the skull, a superkick you never saw coming, a 3 second rendezvous in the backstage hallways...but sometimes, sometimes the end comes slow.
Like a drum beat in the distance.
Just loss, after loss, after loss..."
Charlie paused as he stood somberly in the ring. His very words seemed to choke him up, as if he himself couldn't bare to speak them.
"I fell short at the Ides of March. I choked.
Again."
Charlie paced back and forth in the ring, shaking his head as he spoke. It was as if his body itself was in disbelief.
"It's like a bad movie at this point, isn't it? It's just the same rehashed tragedy, over and over again, where I lay everything on the line and walk away with nothing. Each. And. Every. Time. Or perhaps it's just the tragedy of The Nickleman.
But I thought this time, this time it would be different. Because this time I was doing it for HER, for the Latina Submission Machina, for the greatest luchadora the world will never see! I was going to win the Ides Of March, to make you all remember, to make you all beware!
But Aurora reminded me of a valuable lesson I should've never forgotten....you can't be both a father and a champion. Not when you're me. Not when the fights inside that ring eat you alive."
Charlie paused as he stared out into the audience, measuring the crowd's mixed reaction.
"You know, I came into the XWF with decades in this business already under my belt. Decades of travel, of sweat, of bloodshed: all before I ever stepped through those very curtains in 2020. But in the mere 5 years that I've been here, I feel like I've aged a lifetime. The battles inside this ring, inside this company...they're just built different. The brutality, the viciousness, the backstabbing...I've seen anything like it. This company tore my soul apart years ago, when it forced my daughter into a watery grave. And now...I can feel it tearing my body apart, slowly, match by match.
Frankly, I'm not sure how many I have left in me."
The crowd gasps as The Nickleman looks towards the mat with a somber expression in his eyes. Then, after pausing for a few seconds, Charlie looks back up towards the hardcam.
BG: Wait, is he saying what I think he's saying?
JC: No way, Brody! It can't be....unless...how much do you think that tournament took out of him, Brody?
BG: He did seem to be teetering on the verge of a psychological breakdown at times in the tournament....but that's commonplace in today's XWF, isn't it?!
As the commentators debate the meaning of The Nickleman's proclamation, he brings the microphone back to his mouth so he can explain it himself!
"There was once a time when I thought I could have it all. When I first stepped into this company, I thought I could be the greatest champion of all time, be the greatest father a daughter could ever know. I really thought that I could be the hero in the story, that I could be the man everyone looked up to- both in the ring, and back at home.
But I had to learn the hard way...
You can’t be a father and a champion.
And right now? I'm neither. I'm nothing. I'm the walking husk of a man, a ghost in the flesh- I'm just the Big Ol' Bastard who put everything on the line, and lost it all in the Ides of March.
And without anything, what do I have left?
What’s left, huh?"
Charlie spoke in a demure and civilized tone, but the weight of his words echoed through the stadium.
JC: He has a point, Brody! Without his daughter and without the TV title, what does he have left?
BG: Well, I think we're about to find out!
The audience leans forward on the edges of their seats with bated breath as they await The Nickleman's announcement.
"What’s left is this:
I’ve still got one more ride in me. I don’t know if I’ve got six more matches. I don’t know if I’ve got two.
But I know I’ve got one!
I’ve spent my life making enemies. Burning bridges. Biting down on the pain and swinging for the fences anyway. And maybe I don’t got much more left in the tank…but I got enough left for one last ride- and folks, I'm already speeding down the highway to hell.”
The Nickleman's lips curl into a devious grin as he reaches into his pocket with one hand.
"If this really is the final chapter of The Nickleman’s story, then I'm going to go out of this company the same way I came into it: by barreling headfirst towards the very top.
James Shark.
You have what I've always wanted. You have what I've spent 5 years bleeding, sweating, and fighting for. You've got the Universal Championship. You’ve got the glory, the spotlight, the shine.
But I've got something, too, James..."
The camera zooms in on Charlie as The Nickleman pulls a silver bullet out of his pocket. The small metal casing glistens under the lights. The camera zooms in on the shell casing, just enough to catch the engraving: "CHARLIE" on one side, and "JAMES" on the other.
"I made you into a superstar. It was me, James -not you- who first put your name on the map in this company. Without me, you'd have been nothing but another one hit wonder. On that fateful night in Ontario, it was mistake -not your success-, that sent your career straight to the top. You need to remember that, James...
Because what The Nickleman giveth, The Nickleman can taketh away.
So that means you owe me, James- whether you like it or not. You owe me one last brawl. One last bloodbath. One last time, for the big one.
Just two names…”
Charlie rolls the bullet between his fingers, his gaze firmly upon the small metal casing. Then, Charlie flicks the bullet into the air, letting it drop down to the mat with a sharp clink.
“...and one bullet.”
Charlie looks down at the shell casing for a long second. Then, he drops his microphone as turns on his heel and walks off towards the ramp. No more words. No more music. Just the camera lingering on the bullet left in the center of the ring.
BG: Charlie Nickles is calling out our new Universal Champion!
JC: They're 1-and-1 against each other, and it seems like Charlie wants the tiebreaker to be for the universal championship! The only question is, will James Shark agree?
A Warfare promo package fades from broadcast, as we’re brought back from the final commercial break
JC: Welcome back to XWF Warfare! Coming up next, a main event one could only categorize as… star studded!
BG: We’ve got tag champions, former Xtreme Champions, a combined 4 Universal Championship reigns… in a match full of absolute legends in this industry!
JC: Sebastian Everett-Bryce… the best in the business! Reuniting with his Pantheon brother, Corey Black, and Larry Legend, it’s a FACT Larry Tact!
BG: It’s a dream team if there ever were one! But they’ve got no small task ahead of em’. Because on the other side of the ring tonight, will be the former Universal Champion, Prince Adeyemi fresh off his loss at Ides of March, and ready to take that frustration out here tonight. And who could forget the XWF tag team champions, Dyson and Waters one of the most dynamic teams this business has ever laid eyes on!
JC: This matchup has me, everyone in this capacity arena in Paris, and the world at home watchings blood pumping! A lot of recent history with these six combatants here tonight. What questions will be answered here tonight in a match that feels like a high-stakes fight?
The lights in the arena fade slowly to black.
The opening tones of "I Would Die 4 U" by Prince and The Revolution blast from the PA, sending the French crowd to their feet.
They scream out the lyrics as Corey Black emerges from the back, walking out onto the stage with intent, bathed in a white light while purple ones circle the arena. He is wearing a hooded dark denim vest that has metal band patches all over it and a large Pantheon logo back patch. Corey stands at the top of the ramp, looking out into the frenzy of dancing and singing attendees, nodding his head in approval.
JC: Corey Black is here to prove that he’s on the up and up, Brody! Just like his partners tonight. These men know they’re just as talented as the best we’ve ever seen in the XWF.
BG: Heck! Everett-Bryce IS one of the best we’ve ever seen. Corey Black? Larry Tact? These men are just as talented, just as dangerous as SEB. They’re ready to put that on display here tonight.
Corey stops at the top of the ramp and points a finger in the air. His music cuts, and…
"In the Face of Evil" by Magic Sword reverberates over the PA. Row after row, aisle to aisle, fans rise from their seats throughout the arena and cheer, knowing one of their workhorses is about to appear!
As the second, third, and fourth chords of the theme reverberate, three spotlights shine down, one over another: A green circle, a gold triangle over it, and a crimson line intersecting the other two. On the Tron, his monikers cycle through one after another:
TACTILIZING ONE
GAME CHANGER
LIMIT BREAKER
From there, the beat triggers the house lights to illuminate the figure of Larry Tact standing on stage. He's looking down as he hones in for the battle ahead.
After a few seconds, Tact whips his head up and trudges to one side of the stage, firing up the fans by pointing towards different sections. He goes to the other side of the stage and beats his chest with a hand before opening his arms to the reaction of the crowd. "THIS IS YOUR SPOTLIGHT!" Larry bellows as the audience hoots and hollers back.
Corey stands there looking out at the crowd, nodding his head with his arms folded.
Larry Tact joins in beside him.
JC: This is a dangerous man indeed, Brody. A world renowned talent between those ropes. It’s like he and Corey said, losing in TLC against Dyson and Waters is one thing, but trying to actually pin or submit one of these guys is going to be an even taller task than the ladder Dolly climbed at Ides!
BG: And of course they’d have to feel confident teaming with this man!
JC: Just a two hour train ride from his home in the london suburbs, this crowd in Paris is giving SEB, and Tact, AND Black a thunderous ovation!!!
The former two time Universal Champion himself!!! The highest rated wrestler in the XWF today!
The lights in the arena dip to black in time with the sirens and beat to the opening of Sweatpants (BattleTapes Remix) by Childish Gambino, the lights then beginning to flash, alternating left and right onto the ramp. In time, the letters "S", "E", "B", and then "Empire" flash one at a time on the big screen until the lights stop flashing as the lyrics hit.
"She askin' “Why you say that?!”
The beat drops and the lights flash on the rampway again. As they do, the screen illuminates with "SEB" and then "EMPIRE" flashing on the screen.
"Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain"
Sebastian Everett-Bryce flings his arms wide, staring up with his head covered by the hood of his jacket. He stands in the middle of the ramp, the lights beating down on him, before looking out at the crowd. He wears a long jacket with the hood pulled up over his head, zipped to the waist. The jacket, which is cut away at the bottom and only runs down the back of his legs, is patterned with an elongated Union Flag, but it’s in black and white and appears to be cracked and broken. His tights are short, with the initials SEB emblazoned upon the front.
SEB joins in beside Corey and Tact. They nod at one another with confidence and march toward the ring. Each man enters in their own deliberate fashion and poses with raised arms, before removing their entrance attire and finding a corner.
A metal version of Dorvak’s 9th rips through the sound system. Chaotic white lights flashing everywhere. And out from opposite sides of the curtains walks Dolly Waters and Madison Dyson. Their glares toward their opponents both read calculated in their own way. Madison is showing her teeth, then running a tongue under her bottom lip, nodding her head to the music. Dolly is straight, and fierce. Her head tilted up looking down at the ring from the ramp.
JC: When you talk about confidence in this match, there might not be a more confident set of people than those two right there. The XWF Tag Team Champions are on a roll! They’re looking down the ring at three men they’ve beaten in recent weeks!
BG:JAcko, I’m telling ya. They’re in the infantile stages of what might be, just MIGHT be one of those once in generation tag team runs! These two are undefeated as a team, and are promising they’re going to stay that way here tonight!
The arena lights go dark. A single gold spotlight shines on the stage as the opening notes of King Kunta echoes through the air, the bass kicks in, adn the screen behind the entrance ramp flashes with stark, bold letters:
DO YOU SEE ME NOW?
The silhouette of Isaiah King stands at the top of the ramp, first clenched at his sides, head bowed slightly. He has on a black leather coat that cuts off at the top of his white wrestling boots. The long coat has a cracked crown embossed on it's back.
I've got a bone to pick!
Isaiah lifts his head, eyes longed on the ring.
Dyson and Waters do a blind fist bump, then start deliberately walking just a few steps ahead of Adeyemi, before the gold spotlight follows his every step as he strides down the ramp.
Slow and methodical, like a predator closing in on his prey, tracking just behind the tag champs. The three meet in front of the ring and give each other a confident nod.
Dolly and Madison climb the turnbuckles and look into the ring at their opponents under the glow of Isaiah’s entrance lights.
Prince, hopping onto the ring apron, he holds onto the top rope and stares into the crown. Sliding through the top and middle rope, he then walks to the center of the ring, spinning in a circle before pointing to his chest - he mouths:
"You thought I was done?"
Bringing his arms across his chest before shooting them down, he lets out a short, emphatic animalistic howl into the air before turning to face his opponents.
JC: Prince Adeyemi. One of the most heavily decorated superstars in XWF History. WarGames winner. 2x Universal Champion. The longest reigning Tag Team champion in the modern era. If it’s one thing Prince Adeyemi does, it’s win big matches!
BG: Win baby win! Because tonight, there’s no bigger match than this one! It’s Adeyemi, it’s Dyson, it’s Waters against THE EMPIRE SEB, Corey Black and Larry Tact!
JC: And it’s coming to you live, right now! Buckle up partner, I think we’re in for a wild ride here!
Dolly Waters | Madison Dyson | Isaiah King
- vs -
SEB | Corey Black | Larry Tact
The bell rings and we start off with Adeyemi and SEB
BG: Oh boy, this is what you pay big money to see here!
JC: The last time these two met in the ring, was the last time SEB ever saw universal gold! Adeyemi defeated Everett-Bryce in that classic triple threat match at Snow Holds Barred.
BG: Different circumstances here tonight. We’re about to watch these men go one on one for the time being!
SEB and Prince circle around one another, each lowering their stance before darting at each other in the center of the ring, locking horns in a grapple. Adeyemi pushes SEB back into his home corner, where Dyson immediately comes over the top rope with a forearm to the back of Seb’s skull.
JC: One on one didn’t last long, partner!
The ref frantically tries to come between the two men, and scolds Madison with a warning. King grants a separation, only briefly before firing right back in at the cornered former champ. Boxing body blows are mostly landing, and even the ones that SEB is able to block with his arms are doing damage…
BUT SEB BATTLES BACK!
Echoing shin and knee kicks to Adeyemi send him hoping backward in pain. SEB darts from the corner, and wraps Adeyemi up! AN EXPLODER SUPLEX INTO THE CORNER!
Madison quickly tries to tag herself in on Adeyemi’s shoulder, but barely misses as SEB is already up and pulling Prince from the corner. He circles around Adeyemi with targeted stomps, and then falls on him, wrenching in a powerful headlock. Adeyemi hollers out, and rolls SEB on his back. But SEB secures him with a scissor lock, and wrenches the headlock even tighter now. It’s all happening so quick, but Prince is already using his incredible strength to roll SEB around some more, and battles to his feet, throwing elbows in SEBs ribs. The two men are standing once again, with SEB trying desperately to keep what little grip he still has with the headlock still in place.
He takes off running for a bulldog, but Prince pushes him in the back, freeing himself as SEB hits the ropes.
BEAUTIFUL TURNING SPINEBUSTER FROM ADEYEMI!
Prince plants SEB, knocking the wind out of him!
Tact and Black each take a step through the ropes as Prince covers!
1!
2– — BUT IT’S BARELY A TWO COUNT!
JC: As pretty of a spinebuster as that was, it’s going to take a heck of a lot more than that to put SEB down!
BG: And Prince Adeyemi knows that! But he also knows the more you start to find your shoulders pinned to the mat in a contest, the more comfortable you get there. Adeyemi is playing the long game!
Adeyemi wastes little time pulling SEB back up by the hair, he throws him into the ropes for a POP-UP POWER–
NO!
SEB vaults over King’s powerbomb and hits the opposite ropes and nails King in the chest with a dropkickKing goes falling forward. SEB thinks about pursuing him for a moment, but opts to turn back to his corner where he tags in Corey Black. They make a confident exchange, and Black is in the ring and is grabbing Prince around the waist ready to pull him back for a german suplex, but the outstretched fingers of King just barely swipe Dyson's, making her legal..
Corey doesn’t notice at first and levels Prince with the german suplex anyway. But that’s all he does, as the tag champion is all over him with a knee to the ribs. She doesn’t let Black fall over, and instead keeps his head in place, nailing him in the ribs with repeated knee shots. Corey rolls over on his back, grimacing, as Dyson hits the ropes and leaps at his head with a falling knee drop.
She mounts him now, raking his face and dropping a couple of falling forearms at his skull. Somehow Corey is able to recover enough to pull Dyson down to the mat with him. He flips her and wrenches her arm. Bringing both back to their feet. He works the arm over a few more twists, making it real uncomfortable for the tag champ before he pulls her back down to the mat and works the hold into a full blown cross arm breaker submission!
JC: Corey Black was looking for exactly this moment Brody, to get Madison Dyson in his clutches and bend her to his will. The fact that he survived that initial attack and has now seized control here speaks volumes to his determination here tonight!
Prince looks ready to jump back in the ring, but Dolly holds him back for a moment.
Madison squirms and screams before flipping her body on the mat, forcing Corey to turn the hold in the opposite direction, she scrambles through enough to get her free arm in position for an attack - - but Corey sensing the hold is over, forces them back to their feet again, still keeping a lock on Dyson’s wrist. He whips her hard into the corner where she smacks chest first, and falls backward into a half-nelson suplex!
Corey stands up and roars, he doesn’t go for the pin, instead just shoulder tackles Madison back down as she tries to crawl to her feet. He whips her back into his home corner. He immediately tags Larry Tact, who steps through the ropes and kicks Madison in her gut causing her to fall on her bottom. Tact then proceeds to stomp a mudhole in Dyson. He tags Corey immediately back into the ring, who takes over the stomping. Corey then tags SEB back in who takes his turn.
JC: For all of the difference in team accolades walking into this match, it’s been SEB, Black and Tact who are really controlling this contest so far. They have one half of the tag champs in a bad, BAD way here!
SEB lifts Madison up onto the top turnbuckle and then tags Tact back in.
Dolly has seen enough! She rushes the ring, but the ref turns around to stop her in the center of the ring. Dolly is pleading her case about the excessive double team, but the ref is walking her back to the corner. Tact moves through the ropes quickly and positions Dyson up on his shoulders in a recliner!
LARRY’S THRO-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Madison in a last ditch effort, hops forward and falls from his shoulders falling into the ref from behind who just narrowly avoids smashing into Dolly, and instead wipes out in the corner. Dolly rolls out of the ring.
With the ref down, Prince’s eyes go wide, he can already see it. He hits the ring, but Black enters the ring too– A SPINEBUSTER TO BLACK!
But Tact is on Prince with a quickness, pummeling him over the back with forearms, he grapples him up for a big suplex– but Dyson leaps up and rakes the towering Tact across his face. Tact drops Prince and stumbles backward. Prince is up and clobbers Tact in a liver with a fierce punch. Larry is struggling, as it’s Dyson and King now with a double team!
Prince throws Tact in the ropes BUT A RUNNING YAKUZA KICK FROM BLACK FOLDS PRINCE OVER!
But now a standing dropkick from Dyson catches Black in the back, he falls forward into Waters who enters the ring and catches him with a codebreaker! Black flings up, and is out on his feet, getting around to stumble into another attack from Dyson…
BUT SEB!!!!
GERMAN SUPLEX TO DYSON!
– – – AND SEB HOLDS ON – – –
HE ROLLS THROUGH FOR ANOTHER GERMAN
BUT A SPEAR IN THE BACK OF THE KNEE FROM WATERS!
SHE’S SIZING SEB UP NOW
BUT BLACK GRIPS A HAND ON HER THROAT
AND TACT GRIPS A HAND ON HER THROAT
DOUBLE CHOKESLAM TO DOL - - NO!!!
PRINCE SPINS - - - ROYAL VERDICT!!!!
THE HUGE DISCUS PUNCH WAYLAYS BLACK!
They drop Dolly who scampers to her feet just as the ref comes to and restores order. He forces Dolly and Prince back to their corner, as SEB helps Corey to his feet, and back out to the apron. LEaving Big Larry Tact staring down Dyson. He lets her get to her feet. She steps toward Tact and kicks, but he catches her leg and easily spins her down to the mat with a dragon screw. Madison is desperately trying to pull away, but Tact still has her by the leg, pulling her to the center of the mat before lifting her leg up and dropping a falling elbow into the side of her thigh. He repeats this a few more times before finally picking Dyson up, and flinging her back on his shoulders with ease. SNAP POWERBOMB!
TACT PINS DYSON!
1!
2!!
DYSON SHOWS GRIT! KICKING OUT ON HER OWN!
Tact nods his head, knowing he needs to do more to put this firebrand down.
He lifts Dyson and throws her into the ropes - - -POPS HER IN THE AIR AND - - - DYSON SOMEHOW KNEES HIM IN THE JAW ON THE WAY UP!
MAdison still falls on the mat hard from nearly 8 feet of Tact’s wingspan. Tact falls back into his corner and shakes the cobwebs, while Dyson is meanwhile crawling to her corner - - - DOLLY’S ARM IS EXTENDED!
– – – BUT PRINCE REACHES FURTHER – – –
HE MAKES THE TAG TO DYSON AND STEAMROLLS HIS WAY BACK INTO THE ACTION!
Charing at Tact, Prince begins to wind up another Royal verdict!! THIS TIME NEARLY LEAPING WITH THE SPINNING PUNCH!!!!
BUT TACT EVADES!
Prince lands in the corner and is quickly snatched up with a FULL NELSON SLAM!!! With Prince down, Tact makes the tag back to Corey Black. He enters the ring, stern, and focused. He wastes no time getting Prince back to his feet and planting him back down with an unrage! Corey climbs the turnbuckle, and leaps off with a FROG SPLASH!!!
THE PRINCE ROLLS OUT OF THE FROM!!!!!
Prince is slow to get up, but has a shot at Black and takes it - - - HES LOCKING IN A DRAGON SLEEPER HOLD FROM BEHIND
JC: ROYAL INQUISITION!!!!! HOW MANY WRESTLERS HAS PRINCE PUT AWAY WITH THIS VERY MOVE???
BUT SEBS NOT HAVING ANY OF THAT! He rushes in and delivers a running kick to Prince’s spine, forcing him to release the hold. The ref barks at SEB who doesn’t argue and moves back to his corner. Prince is still standing, and grabs Croey up who counters with a jawbreaker. Prince falls over and Corey is up grabbing at his feet- Prince spins over on his back through and kicks Corey off, sending him flying back into the corner- and now Prince leaps to his corner and tags in Dolly!
Dolly hits the ring with a running single leg dropkick to Black’s chest. Black picks himself back up from the mat, but Dolly is already hitting the ropes - - -she springboards from the middle rope and hits - - -ODE TO JOY! The springboard european uppercut! Black collapses, but Dolly isn’t done, she darts across the ring, showcasing her speed and climbs the turnbuckle and flies off connecting with a beautiful swanton bomb to black!
SHE COVERS!
1!
2!!
TACT!!!
He gets there just in time to break the fall - - - BUT DYSON LEAPS FROM THE TOP ROPE NOW WITH A DIVING DROPKICK!
NOW SEB HITS THE RING
FOLLOWED BY PRINCE
AND IT’S PANDEMONIUM!
SEB crushes Dolly with an exploder suplex!
She rolls under the bottom rope and falls to the floor.
BUT HERE’S PRINCE WITH A ROYAL VERDICT TO SEB!!!
He falls back and over over the top rope, landing hard on the apron and then onto the floor.
TACT FROM BEHIND PRINCE WITH THE HUMBLING UNRAGE SUPLEX!
PRince hits the mat hard near the ropes - - - BUT DYSON WITH A RUNNING KNEE IN TACT’S SPINE!
He falls through the ropes, and Dolly slides under the bottom, back into the ring. Black is still down. Dolly looks out at Tact on the floor, Dyson looks out at SEB. They both look at one another and hit the ropes crossing baths before - - - STEREO SUICIDE DIVES! DYSON ON TACT - - - DOLLY ON SEB!
The crowd goes wild from the display
Dolly slides back in the ring - - -RIGHT INTO A DOUBLE STOMP TO THE HEAD FROM BLACK!!!
HE COVERS WATERS!!!
1!
2!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Waters just barely gets a shoulder up!
Black catches his breath, and sensing the reeling Waters is right in his grasp. He stands and takes a few steps back waiting for the tag champion to climb to her knees… just as she does A FULLY CHARGED, SPINNING ELBOW – – – THE BEHEADING!!!!!!!
IS COUNTERED INTO A ROLL-UP PIN!!!!!
1!
2!!-- – – QUICK KICKOUT!!!!
Dolly springs forward after the pin and dives for a tag to Madison!!!
Dyson hits the ring like hell on wheels. She shotgun dropkicks Corey and begins hammering him in the face with forearms. But Black rolls her over and elbows her in the skull, he stands her up and BACKDROP DRIVERS HER BACK DOWN!
DOLLY HITS THE RING AGAIN AND - - - BACKDROP DRIVER TO DOLLY!!!
AND ONE TO PRINCE NOW!!!!
Corey is absolutely gassed having just wiped out the entire team. He turns ang falls into a tag to the fresh-ish SEB who hits the ropes and pounces on Dyson. He picks her up from behind GERMAN SUP- - -DYSON HAS HOLD OF THE ROPES TRYING TO STOP IT!
SEB tugs back, but Dyson’s grip is strong… just not strong enough for the second tug he rips Madison away from the ropes GERMAN - - -DYSON KICKS BACKWARD AND CATCHES SEB WITH A LOWBLOW!
THE REF DIDN’T SEE IT!
SEB cripples over, but is still standing. Dyson wriggles free and hits the ropes, she runs in with a flying spear - - - THATS CAUGHT AND TURNED INTO A LEAPING DDT!
JC: This crowd is going absolutely wild, Brody!
BG: With good reason! This match is every bit as competitive as we imagined going into this one! Neither team yielding an inch to the other!
Madison is planted on her head, while SEB kip ups to his feet- - -feeling a shift in the momentum. He brings Madison up and goes into a series of chain suplexes,, each one more devastating than the last! Dyson is in BIG TROUBLE!
He german suplexes her again, this time, with a release into the turnbuckle. Madison is out of it, wobbling in the corner. SEB hits the opposite corner and runs at Dyson in a full sprint! Moonsault dropkick – – – BUT SEB ONLY FINDS STEEL!
MAdison fell out of the corner just in time, avoiding the big setup to SEB’s Empire kick.
Though SEB is wrapped up precariously in the corner, Dyson is still out of it, only just now beginning to try and crawl for a tag. But her partners are clear on the other side of the ring, and each of them is only just now getting to their feet as well.
SEB falls out of the corner, and too begins making his move to Tact and Black… but it’s too late. Dyson just grazes Prince’s finger tips, and he hits the ring. He runs up behind the limping SEB, grabbing him by the waist, BUT NOT SOON ENOUGH!!
LARRY TACT MAKES THE TAG!
SEB ducks as the massive Tact annihilates Prince with a lariat!
HE COVERS!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
He stands Prince back up, not wanting to lose this momentum - - -AND PLANTS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN WITH A POWERBOMB!
COVER!!!!
1!
2!!
DOLLY!!!
She dives into the pinfall- - -but only does just enough to stop the count. Larry is up and has Dolly by the neck THEN THROWS HER ON HIS SHOULDERS IN AN INCREDIBLE FEAT OF STRENGTH
TACTILIZER TO DOLLY!!!!
Dolly is absolutely folded. And now Tact and the vulnerable Pricne are all alone.
He rips Prince up to his feet…. THEN UP ON HIS SHOULDERS TOO!
TACTLIZER!!!!
IS STOPPED BY A DIVING CHOP BLOCK FROM DYSON!!!!
CHAOS ERUPTS AGAIN!
Black hits the ring and goes straight for Dyson, WHO SPINS THROUGH COREY’S GRAPPLE WITH AN ARM TRAP NECKBREAKER!
MISS FEEL GOOD!!!!
DOESN’T FEEL GOOD FOR LONG - - - SEB WITH A GERMAN TO DYSON! SHE’S FOLDED LIKE AN ACCORDIAN!
SEB rallies Tact who's gassed from delivering those big moves, and only just hobbling upright after another chop block has taken a toll on his base. Tact limps and follows SEB to the corner, as Black rolls out of the ring.
Tact tags SEB back into the match who meets a now vertical Prince head on. The two exchange repeated blows. But Prince’s boxing moves begin to overwhelm SEB. He has him staggering in the ropes desperately trying to cover his head - - -BUT ITS TOO LATE!
PRINCE SPINS AND HITS ANOTHER ROYAL VERDICT!
SEB Falls back into the ropes
BUT SOMEHOW SPRINGS BACK OFF WITH AN - - -EMPIRE KICK!
PRINCE IS DOWN!
SEB IS DOWN!!
Dolly Waters is up in their corner reaching out for a tag
Tact in their corner, begging SEB to make the crawl over too!
SEB TAGS IN - - - AIR!!!
Dyson swiped Tacts legs out from the apron, and now those tow are on the floor brawling while
PRINCE MAKES THE TAG TO DOLLY!!!
She’s standing in her corner, while SEB is helpless, and just climbing up to his knees
DOLLY CHARGES HIM!!!
RUNNING WAT– – – BACKDROP DRIVER FROM BLACK!!!!!
JC: Corey Black just saved SEB’s life right there!
BG: Boy had that knee connected, it would’ve been curtains!
Black notices Tact and Dyson on the floor, and heads out there to assist. He steps on the apron, and dives off with an axe handle smashes the crushes Dyson.
Back in the ring, SEB pulls himself to his feet. He looks outside and realizes that his team is compromised, as now Prince Adeyemi is joined in the brawl. He turns back and sizes Dolly up.
HE RUNS IN!!
EMPIRE KICK!!!!
DOLLY DODGES!!!
She’s up and running toward the turnbuckle. She leaps at that middle pad to vault backward for an attack - - BUT SEB IS RIGHT BEHIND HER!
SPIDER-SUPLEX FROM THE TURNBUCKLE!
MARKHAM MISSILE!!!!!!
ONLY DOLLY ROLLED THROUGH THE SUPLEX!
SEB LEAPS OFF WITH THE MOONSAULT HEADBUTT, BUT IS SIDE STEPPED!!
HE LANDS ON A SINGLE KNEE AND - - - RUNNING WATERS!!!!!!
THE KNEE CRUSHES SEB!
Larry is crawling back under the bottom rope….BUT DYSON IS HOLDING HIS BOOT!!!
DOLLY FALLS ON SEB FOR THE COVER!
1!
BUT COREY BLACK IS IN THE RING!!!!!!
2!!
AND GETS SPEARED OUT OF HIS BOOTS BY KING!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WINNERS: Dolly Waters, Madison Dyson & Isaiah King!
THE BELL RINGS!
IT'S OVER!!!
BG: IT’S OVER! DOLLY WATERS, MADISON DYSON, AND ISAIAH KING HAVE DONE IT!!!
The pariasian crowd erupts into an absolute frenzy, chanting in unison!
Dolly falls off SEB, her breath heavy but triumphant! Madison and Isaiah slide back into the ring. They high-fiving before raising a nearly limp Dolly from the mat, and raising all three of their arms in victory.
JC: What a monumental victory for these three tonight, Brody! They’ve gone through hell, fought tooth and nail, and emerged victorious! Dolly Waters and Madison Dyson have proven it'll take a herculean task to unseat them in the tag ranks, and Isaiah King? He shows just how dangerous he can be when he’s got something to prove!
BG: And don’t forget about the toll this took on SEB, Corey, and Larry. They came into this match with all the confidence in the world. Their technical prowess, their veteran powerhouse tendencies were on full display in a TREMENDOUS effort, but in the end? It was that chaotic synergy and craftiness of Dyson, Waters and King that proved too much!
JC: Ladies' and gentlemen, that's all the time we have for you tonight! We'll see you live next time... near the Florida Keys
BG: In a little place called Kokomo?
JC: No sir! The one, the only, COREYTOPIA FLORIDA! For .....MAYDAY 3!
SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR MATCH/SEGMENT WRITERS:
Mark Flynn
Thad Duke
AURORA
Dolly Waters
James Shark
Charlie Nickles
Yelena Gorgo
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