As the opening pyros go off the XWFTron comes to life right away to show Griffin MacAlister entering the building, X-Treme Title slung over his shoulder. He slowly makes his way to the back hallways. Technical boxes are piled high against the wall, and random people filter this way and that trying to make sure that all of the equipment is running correctly and all of the show spots are right on time. We see GRIFFIN MACALISTER making his way towards his dressing room. As he passes by a large bay door a car comes screeching around a corner and runs right into him! He flies across the hallway as the car comes to a stop, and out of the driver's seat climbs Johnathan Cable.]
Johnathan Cable: "Well Well Well... Griffin MacPolesitter! I may not be able to win your belt tonight... but that won't stop me from beating the living shit out of you! A trunk??? You toss me in a trunk??? I ended up in Marietta you dick! "
[Johnathan Cable pushes a button on the key bob for the car and the truck pops open.]
Johnathan Cable: "Lets see how you like to go for car rides, shall we?"
[With that, Johnathan Cable grabs MacAlister by the head and drags him to the back of the car. He tosses him into the trunk bodily, bouncing his head off of the metal frame of the car, and closes it on him. He looks around and sees a technician walking towards him from around a corner.]
Johnathan Cable: "Hey! Yeah You!! Come over here?"
[The technician is obviously a little put off, and is confused why Cable wants to talk to him.]
Johnathan Cable: "Miyoko sent me to find someone to move this car. She said she doesn't know who put it here, but she wants it gone right now! Go on... Hurry up before you piss the boss off!"
[Johnathan Cable tosses the keys to the technician.]
Technician: "Where am I supposed to put it? I mean..."
Johnathan Cable: "Didn't you hear me? She said move it. She didn't tell me where to put it, she just said get it moved, so here you are, making her wait! Maybe she should find some other guy to do... what is it that you do here again?"
Technician: "Well I uh..."
Johnathan Cable: "OK look.. It doesn't really matter WHAT you ACTUALLY do around here... right now, you are in charge of moving this car as far away from the arena as you can. I am pretty sure if you drive down the road a ways you will find a gas station. Just leave it there and call a cab to get back. Oh... and when you are done with that, bring those keys back to my dressing room so we know where they are if any one comes looking for them, OK?"
Technician: "O... OK. No problem... I guess."
[The scene goes back to the ringside area where the crowd is left speachless as we await the first match of the night...
"Cerebral" STEPHEN ROSS
- vs -
CODY STONNE
Standard Match
The openning match of the night showcased two new signings to the XWF, and what signings they were. Both young wrestlers impressed and put on a very solid back and forth contest that had the fans on their feet early and often. It seemed for a while neither man would get the upper hand til a few minutes in when Cody Stonne hit a hard DDT that seemed to daze Stephen Ross.
The momentary shift in power is all that Cody Stonne needed to lock in The Fall of Stallingrad. Stephen Ross fought the hold for as long as he could, but eventually was forced to tap out. A solid effort out of both competetors that got the fans giving them both a solid round of cheers.
Winner: CODY STONNE
The XWFTron comes to life and the fans are abuzz as appearning on screen is none other than the former XWF World Heavyweight Champion and current manager to CHRIS JAX.... PSYKO STEVO. STEVO is dressed uncharacteristically nice as he can be seen wearing a nice button down shirt, a tie, dress shoes, and a pair of dress slacks. As the cameras pan out we see a desk, they pan out further and sitting in a chair behind said desk is none other than the current Wednesday Night Warfare GM, MIYOKO KAWASHIMA. MIYOKO is looking over some paperwork as STEVO clears his throat to get her attention. She immediately looks up and sighs.
MIYOKO: Oh great, it's STEVO. Look, I'm not in the mood to make any wagers with you, and I'm definitely not going to sign any paperwork you hand to me so...
STEVO smiles and extends his hands outwards to show that their contents are empty.
STEVO: Don't worry MIYOKO, I have no tricks up my sleeve tonight.
MIYOKO rolls her eyes and goes back to reviewing her paperwork as she speaks.
MIYOKO: What can I help you with then?
STEVO: It's about CHRIS JAX...
MIYOKO looks up and tilts her head.
MIYOKO: Who?
STEVO: CHRIS JAX.
MIYOKO looks down at her desk and starts rummaging through papers as STEVO taps his foot impatiently...
MIYOKO: JAX... JAX... JAX? Hmm, gee, I'm not seeing his name anywhere in this paperwork... are you sure he's on the roster?
STEVO places his hands down on MIYOKO's desk and looks directly at her.
STEVO: You're messin with me, right?
MIYOKO laughs.
MIYOKO: Of course I am! At least as far as you know. I know all of the talent on my roster.
STEVO takes a step back and scratches the side of his face lightly as he smiles.
STEVO: Good one. Listen MIYOKO, I'm not here to make demands and I'm not going tell you how to do your job... we've both been around this business for awhile and know how it works and I respect you for that.
MIYOKO: Been around "awhile"? Now that's an understatement.
STEVO: I think you're overlooking this kid JAX, I really do.
MIYOKO sighs.
MIYOKO: Look what do you want me to do here, STEVO? The kid got dominated his debut match. SHANE gave him a chance a few weeks later, he came back and looked allright against MR. NATURAL. I booked him in a tag match tonight against some promising up and comers to see who the real CHRIS JAX is. How would you have handled this differently?
STEVO: The kid thinks he's ready for the main event.
MIYOKO laughs.
MIYOKO: Do you think he's ready for the main event?
STEVO: Well, maybe not the main main event, but he's ready for more than he's being given.
MIYOKO: That remains to be seen, we will see how he does tonight.
STEVO: Well, you tell me then, where do you think he falls right now?
MIYOKO looks down at some paperwork.
MIYOKO: Regardless of the outcome tonight, barring he looks just absolutely awful of course, I figure he is going to be the reason his team loses so I was going to have him face his partner next week actually.
STEVO: Come on. You're kidding with me again, right?
MIYOKO: I don't joke more then once per conversation.
STEVO takes a deep breath.
STEVO: Come on MIYOKO, you gotta give him someone better than that.
MIYOKO: Who does he want? Because I mean face it, he is the lesser half of the team.
STEVO: He wants the best! Give him a JOSEPH PAGE, give him a TRISTAN SLATER, give him a MARK FLYNN...
MIYOKO taps his fingers on the desk.
MIYOKO: Look, you've run federations in the past STEVO...
STEVO: I have.
MIYOKO: You know how hard it is to book these cards, especailly during your first couple weeks on the job.
STEVO: I do.
MIYOKO: Then you know my hands are tied. I can't touch Tristan, Mark Flynn has bigger fish to fry and frankly Page with Tax are on my shit list right now... Oh hey that would make a good match then... I'll tell ya this though, I've always liked you STEVO. I can't make you any promises, but I'll see what I can do for CHRIS. But, I'm serious if he gets pinned, you know his partner is going to be pissed and want to get some payback, right?
STEVO: Yeah... Yeah... Thank you MIYOKO, that's all I'm asking.
STEVO takes a step back and is about to leave the room when MIYOKO raises her voice.
MIYOKO: What? That's it?
STEVO turns around.
STEVO: That's it.
MIYOKO: Come on... no challenges, no wagers, no deals to be made?
STEVO takes a deep breath.
STEVO: Those days are behind me MIYOKO.
MIYOKO shrugs his shoulders, a perplexed look on her face.
MIYOKO: They are? I could have sworn you made a crazy wager with MR. NATURAL last week. Something regarding eyebrows?
The cameras pan around and we see STEVO with a smirk on his face.
STEVO: It's not a wager if there's no chance you'll lose.
MIYOKO: Now there's the STEVO I remember and love! You keep telling yourself that.
STEVO looks down at the floor, then turns and re-faces MIYOKO.
STEVO: Just do me a favor and see what you can do for CHRIS JAX. I'm tellin you, the kids good... he just needs to be pushed from time to time.
The cameras fade out as STEVO makes his way out of the room and MIYOKO returns to her paperwork.
THE NEW BREED
- vs -
TANNER TIRASANU
CHRIS JAX
Standard Tag, 1 Fall
This match was almost over before it started. Tanner Tirasanu never got a chance to get in the ring s
the much better team unit of the New Breed decimated Chris Jax and kept him in their corner of the ring as they made quick tags and continued to beat him down. Before the match was even two minutes old Tanner found him self frustrated and walking out on Chris Jax as the referee made he pin in the ring. Stevo is going to be disapointed as Miyoko predicted, his client was the cause of the loss. But The Nw Breed just looked very good as a unit, it is hard to hold it against Jax, the fans cheer him on hoping for a rebound the following week.
Winner: THE NEW BREED
The XWF cameras cut to the back to catch Miyoko Kawashima looking around the back hallways. There seems to be a lot of action back here tonight. She spots a stage hand and calls him over.
Miyoko: Have you seen Sayors tonight?
Stage Hand: Yeah he is in the mens room, been in there crying all night. I think something is wrong.
Miyoko: Thanks, something is wrong, its called a lack of back boneitis... Thanks uh, keep up the good work handling the stage and all that stuff. By the by can you make sure the catering table has combos? I love those little preztles.... seriously shoving cheese inside of things is genious.
Miyoko turns around and heads off in the direction of the mens room the stage hand pointed too...
ZYDECO
- vs -
SID
Standard Match
This was an extremely one sided match that saw Sid get decimated from start to finish. Outside of a couple of dropkicks and forearm smashes, Sid’s offense was almost non-existent. Zydeco picked up the upper hand pretty early in the match after landing a devastating spear that may have done some extreme damage to Sid’s ribs. Zydeco quickly followed up the spear with a leg drop across Sid’s throat. Zydeco crawled over to Sid’s semi lifeless body and applied Eternity, forcing Sid to tap out.
Winner: ZYDECO
The XWF cameras catch Miyoko outside one of the Mens Rooms in the arena. She is banging on the door yelling for Steve Sayors to come out. When there is no answer she barges in. One of the dark match wrestlers is in there taking a pee. Miyoko screams and covers her eyes.
Miyoko: Seriously, dude you heard me yelling out there you couldn't have though to answer?
Jobber: How the fuck did I know you'd just barge in.
Miyoko: Ugh get the fuck out dude.
Jobber: I'm not done peeing, babe.
Miyoko: Pinch it off and get the fuck out now and I'll pretend I didn't hear that, or do you not want the 50 dollars were paying you to lose? Good? Now get lost.
Miyoko goes over to one of the stalls, you can hear sobbing behind it.
Miyoko: Come on now Steve, you'll be alright I promise. It will be over before you know it. I mean, I can even get a referee in there to have you lose it to the toilet. How would you like that?
Sayors: You would do that for me?
Miyoko: Nope. But if it does make you feel any better the belt can not be won til the end of tonights broadcast.
Sayors: Really?
Miyoko: Yep. Paperwork and all that, so I promise you if you come out and do your job no harm will come to you til at least the end of the show. Do you know how many backstage interviews we are NOT getting tonight that we totally COULD be getting? Dudes are angry, some dudes are even PISSED but there is no Steve Sayors.
Steve pushes back some tears and lets out a sniffle.
Steve: Fine, I'll come out. But promise not til the end of the show?
Miyoko: Scouts honor... Uh... Samurai Honor?
Sayors: Okay, fine...
The door opens up and Steve Sayors walks out, he Heavymetal Weight Belt in his hands. He goes to hand it to Miyoko.
Sayors: Here can you hold this til ...
Miyoko: Woah. Woah. WOah buddy, that belt is yours. Now get on out there and Interview the HELL out of the locker room. Just remember, there is only an hour and 11 minutes left on this broadcast... you may want to leave the arena early... and avoid people in striped shirts... I'd avoid zebra too to be safe...
Miyoko pats Steve Sayors on the back, taps the Heavymetal Weight Belt then leaves him in the mens room to get presentable. One can not interview the stars looking like the crybaby he really is...
ESUOHTHGIL YEKNOH
- vs -
MIKE MAYHEM
Standard Match
Before the match, as the Techno Viking danced his way toworods the entry ramp, the XWF camera crew catches General Manager Miyoko Kawashima standing by the entrance to the ring ramp, she is holding out an upside down bottle of water for the Techno Viking, who accepts her offering and is greatly pleased by it as he drinks the water whilst he dances to the ring...
Mike Mayhem puts up a good early effort, but he just can not stop the dancing machine who after the inital beat down by Mike channels the power of thor and odin and crushes Mike Mayhem benith his dancing boots leading to a fairly easy victory for the Techno Viking. Mik Mayhem looked very good to start the match, and many in the arena felt this would be his night but it quicly turned sour. Next time Mike. Next time! Keep fighting!
WINNER: ESUOHTHGIL YEKNOH
Music dies down and MAYEHM and YEKNOH are in the ring when the lights go out in the arena...
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Fireworks explode and So Fresh So Clean plays as TWISTED PHENOM'S INC. in it's entirety come out. ZYDECO, MYSERY, CELEBRITY, MR.NATURAL and SOLANGE come out to the ring to the delight of Mike Mayhem. The trademark cross of TWISTED PHENOM'S INC. is seen hanging above the ring just waiting to descend from the ceiling. TWISTED PHENOM'S INC. enter the ring and MR.NATURAL grabs the microphone to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos.
MR.NATURAL: Before the NATURAL begins to start speaking about why TWISTED PHENOM'S INC. is out here, he wants to address last week right here in this ring. You see CHRIS JAX went one on one with the great one in an Xtreme Rules match, and much to the chagrin on the NATURAL, THE NATURAL lost.
Fans cheer loudly.
MR.NATURAL:And the stipulation was that if I lost, I would get my eyebrows cut off. As you can see I don't have any right?
Fans begin to laugh mockingly at Mr.Natural.
MR.NATURAL: Damn you Atlanta folk are some idiots. Either that or your blind because you see THE NATURAL wasn't about to forfeit his world class trademark eyebrows with someone that can't win a match without the help of a washed up ex-convict. So the Natural has taken it upon himself with the help of some Hollywood make-up artists, TEH NATURAL had this mask put on his face with eyebrows that look similar to mine.
MR NATURAL takes off the face mask to reveal his actual eyebrows untouched.
MR.NATURAL: A little bit of advice, when you think your ahead of THE NATURAL, when you think your ahead of TWISTED PHENOM'S INC.' we're 3 steps ahead laughing in your faces.
Fans begin booing in disgust. Mr.Natural hands to mic to ZYDECO to an even louder chorus of boos.
ZYDECO: Hey, hey! Is that the way you show respect to your Real Xtreme Champion? You all are some disrespectful pigs. Let's get down to business. The real reason why we're out here is to do something that is guaranteed to not be forgotten. That thing being, we're going top leave a mark on you YEKNOH right here on Wednesday Night Warfare and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it.
ZYDECO hands the mic to Mysery.
Mysery: YEKNOW, as we prepare to lay your worthless body on this cross, and make you the second fallen soul that has been taken by TWISTED PHENOM'S INC., we want you to know that it's nothing personal, it's just business.
MYSERY drops the microphone and they begin to circle around YEKNOH with the cross descending from the ring. As the anticipation builds the fans are booing louder than ever when
SOLANGE LOW BLOWS MAYHEM! TWISTED PHENOM'S INC. begin to jump Mayhem attacking him with no remorse! Zydeco brings in two tables and lights them on fire as SOLANGE grabs MAYHEM and BITCH BOMB'S (Elevated PowerBomb) through the tables! MYSERY then picks him up and hits him with THE DOWNFALL( Reverse Death Valley Driver)with MAYHEM barely moving. ZYDECO then picks him up, stares at him, puts an evil grin on his face and hits MAYHEM with the ETERNITY choking him until blood comes out his mouth leaving him helpless in the middle of the ring. This leaves him in the perfect position for MR.NATURAL. The fans boo ready to riot because they know what MR.NATURAL'S about to do. He looks down at MAYHEM in contempt, looks back up, raises his eyebrow, runs to the left, runs to the right, and hits MAYHEM with the X-EFFECT(People's Eyebrow). He then grabs the
mic.
MR.NATURAL: MAYHEM,The Natural says that your half-assed services will no longer be needed! You're monkey ass is FIRED!
MYSERY pulls out the barbed wire and wraps it around MAYHEM'S body as he's being put on the cross. After Mayhem has been tied to the cross MYSERY grabs the mic.
MYSERY: MAYHEM, you are now officialy a lost soul.
The cross then raises with an unconsiciouss MAYHEM on it.
MR.NATURAL: Did you enjoy that YEKNOH? I'm glad you did you wanna know what else you'll enjoy?
MR.NATURAL hits YEKNOH with a NATURAL SELECTION(rko)!
MR:NATURAL: Welcome to PHENOMENAL territory! Have a nice day!
So fresh So clean plays as they leave to a chorus of boos.
ALEX
DARK SHADOW
WRESTLER82
- vs -
IAN JOHNSON
ERIC LEWIS
DIRTY BIRD
Standard Tag Rules, 1 Fall
Before the match even started the ring announcer announced that neither Alex nor Dirty Bird had shown up to the arena and it was turned into a standard tag team match. The match started pretty good with bo teams putting up a solid effort but as the match went on the inexperienced team of Dark Shadow and Wrestler82 was starting to become evident. Dark Shadow hit some flash bulb spots earlly in the match, but when he tagged in a gassed Wrestler82 was the start of the end for their team.
Knowing each other in and out Ian and Eric proved to be a much better unit and isolated the gassed Wrestler82 in their own corner making a series of quick tags staying fresh while beating up on the weakening opponent. After a few minutes of this Dark Shadow tries to finally save his partner but is meet by a closeline from Ian Johnson, as Eric Lewis the legal man rolls up Wrestler82 and gets the easy three count.
Winner: IAN "Meltdown" JOHNSON & ERIC LEWIS
As the music blares through the arena, Eric and Ian are standing on the outside of the ring close the ring announcers table. Eric reaches over and grabs a microphone.
Eric - "Some people have criticized my actions last week, saying that maybe I went too far. In my opinion I didn't go far enough".
Eric pauses for a huge pop from the crowd.
Eric - "I held John Spartan up as a shining example as to what is wrong with this business. Individuals who put themselves before the collective effort. When I walk through the locker room I see nothing but self-conceited individuals, who care nothing about what this business means as a collective unit, only about what it can do for them.”
Eric points to The Dark Shadow who is still standing in the center of the ring.
Eric - "People like you Dark Shadow! People like you are so self-absorbed, so concentrated on your own petty desires. You don't even deserve to hold the name that so many greats of this industry have borne before you.”
He pauses again for another huge pop from the crowd as Dark Shadow starts to talk trash and begging Lewis and Johnson to try and do the same thing that they had done to John Spartan.
Eric - "Now, now don't worry. I've left my water balloons at home this week. However whilst I was watching John Spartan's career literally go up in flames it got me to thinking. What could I do to remind each and every one of you self-absorbed, so called wrestlers of what it means to be a truly great competitor? I also realized that to be the best you need to be trained by the best. So I got out my phone book and started to make a few calls and well, let's put it this way. Do I have a surprise for you!”
Eric puts the mic down as an eerie silence comes across the crowd as The Dark Shadow starts to shout that he loves surprises.
The lights in the arena go out as "Bullets" by Creed begins to play through the arena and the crowd erupts in disbelief.
Wait a second this can't be!
As the song starts to build green light's begin to flicker through the stage and two green Chinese dragons begin to weave together to form the letter's CLS on the X-tron, prompting the crowd into a "CLS, CLS, CLS" chant.
It just can't be!
When the intro peaks green pyro's go off all round the stage leaving a lot of smoke surrounding the ramp and X-Tron. The smoke begins to settle and the figure of Conrad Le Strange is standing in the center of the stage. The sight of The Demented Destroyer sends the crowd into a frenzy.
His face is expressionless as he look's out into the crowd, first to his left and then to his right before eventually fixing his eye's on the ring and The Dark Shadow and smiling a sick smile. He begins to walk confidently towards the ring, never letting his eye's leave The Dark Shadow sporting a smug look on his face. He reaches the ring and walks around it never taking his eyes off Dark Shadow before sliding under the bottom rope.
The crowd begin a "Holy S**t" chant as Conrad stands before The Dark Shadow and the music begins to fade. Outside the ring both Eric Lewis and Ian Johnson start to smile as Dark Shadow starts to square up to Conrad and talk trash to him. After a few moments The Dark Shadow turns to Eric and Ian and shouts "Is this the best you could come up with"? He then turns and slaps Conrad across the face.
Conrad rubs his cheek and smiles at Dark Shadow before the two men start laying into each other. Dark Shadow backs Conrad into the corner striking him in the top of the head repeatedly until Le Strange is left in a heap sitting in the corner against the turnbuckles. The Dark Shadow turns towards Eric Lewis shouting at him, "Is this It? Is this the best you could come up with, an old man"?
Meanwhile Conrad pulls himself up via the ropes and stands directly behind The Dark Shadow using his hands to tell him to turn around. The crowd is going absolutely wild and as The Dark Shadow turns around Conrad grabs him around the neck and delivers a Dementia Driver on him to a massive pop from the crowd.
As The Dark Shadows body lays in the center of the ring The Demented Destroyer stands over him looking out into the crowd before looking down and smiling a sick smile.
The cameras cut to the back to find a pissed off GRIFFIN MACALISTER coming back into the arena. He is looking everywhere for The New Breed, screaming out as he rounds the hallways looking for them, thankfully making it back to the arena in time for his match which is up ater the one going on in the ring....
TAX
- vs -
JOSEPH PAGE
Non-Title
Standard Match
The lights suddenly go dark before fading into dark green as the opening tempo of Greed by Godsmack blares across the sound system. TAX, at 6’2, 232 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, appears at the entranceway with his head down, seething. A shower of tacks falls on him. He steps forward to the edge of the ramp, and a bevy of fire engulf the entrance. As it cools down, TAX makes a straightforward walk to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, adjusting his pads as he prepares for the upcoming match.
Say This Sooner by The Almost brings the Atlanta crowd to life as JOSEPH PAGE appears at the top of the ramp, standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 213 pounds from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He’s wearing a green shirt featuring a large gold ‘42’ with a cents symbol behind it, evidently a slight against his opponent. The XWF United States Championship belt hangs over his shoulder as he slides into the ring and displays it for the world to see. PAGE then takes his belt and stands directly in front of TAX, hoisting his title above his head.
TAX impatiently strikes PAGE with a pair of right hands as the belt drops to the canvas. TAX whips PAGE into the ropes and knocks PAGE down with a spinning back elbow. PAGE instinctively gets to his feet where TAX meets him with a boot to the midsection followed by a swinging neckbreaker. He takes the early pin.
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. . . KICKOUT!
TAX helps PAGE to his feet, dragging him to the turnbuckle. He lazily assaults PAGE with a couple of kicks, but PAGE suddenly has a surge of adrenaline, tossing TAX into the corner and throwing rights and lefts from TAX’s body up to his face. PAGE whips TAX to the opposite turnbuckle and runs forward, sandwiching TAX with a beautiful dropkick. TAX collapses to the ground where PAGE sticks his boot onto TAX’s throat; he breaks from it before the referee’s five count.
PAGE drags TAX to his feet and delivers a vicious uppercut, sending TAX reeling around the ring. As TAX circles back around to PAGE, PAGE delivers an inverted atomic drop, bounces off the ropes and sends TAX down with a hard clothesline. PAGE throws himself off the ropes, but TAX turns over, forcing PAGE to hurdle him and bounce off the far ropes. TAX leapfrogs over him, and upon PAGE’s return from the ropes, TAX nails him with a scintillating calf kick. TAX raises PAGE up and pulls him into the air, impressively holding his stance before slamming PAGE’s head to the mat with a brainbuster suplex. PAGE clutches his head from the impact, but TAX quickly drops a forearm across the head of PAGE, inflicting more damage on the head, before wrapping PAGE up into a headlock.
TAX jerks his body towards the left; bringing PAGE within him and displaying his strength over the smaller man.
TAX: Impressed yet PAGE?
TAX tightened his grip and jerked PAGE around as he
spoke. PAGE tries his best to resist, but has no choice but to follow TAX’s movement for the sake of his neck.
TAX: HUH?!? ARE YOU?!?
TAX finally loosens his grip and switches PAGE in position; hitting him with a devastating inverted DDT! The crowd is going wild with mixed reaction as PAGE writhes in pain on the mat, right at TAX’s feet. TAX leans against the ropes with a smirk planted on his face as he watches PAGE crawl to the closest turnbuckle in order to gain his balance, but before PAGE can reach his preferred location, TAX grabs him and stands him up.
Suddenly a desperate head-butt by PAGE!
The barbaric move sends TAX a few steps back in a stumble. PAGE takes the opportunity to finally pull his shirt off of his body. The crowd cheers as he is about to throw it into the audience, but he stops last second; a s smile spreading across his face as TAX shakes off the cobwebs. PAGE runs over in a rush and kicks TAX in the stomach, but instead of kneeing him in the face in order to complete the DOWNSIZE, PAGE…PAGE WRAPS HIS SHIRT AROUND TAX’S HEAD AND BEGINS TO STRIKE!
The referee has no idea what to do and looks as if he wants to pull out the rules of the ring to see if the act is actually legal.
While the referee stands there befuddled, TAX is being pushed a step back with each blow given to him by PAGE. With it being his only way out, TAX begins to…SWING BACK?!?
Blind swings are coming from TAX and he’s landing quite a few; hitting PAGE in the face and ribs! After a few attacks PAGE laughs and backs up; evading the hits. Before TAX has the time to realize he’s hitting nothing, Page steps forward and pushes TAX roughly towards the turnbuckle; kindergarten style. TAX hits the turnbuckle and is still blinded by the shirt as PAGE hits him into a sitting position in the corner. PAGE takes a few steps back before running towards TAX; ready to hit him with punt. TAX, however, rips the shirt off of him and sees PAGE running. TAX thinks quickly on his feet and rolls out of the ring just in time; leaving PAGE’s foot to collide with the metal of the corner.
TAX circles the outside of the ring as the referee begins the ten count as PAGE grabs hit foot and curses in pain.
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TAX regains himself and is about ready to get into the ring, but when he turns he…IS GREETED BY A SUICIDE DIVE FROM PAGE!!! The fans go insane as TAX’s body and ribs rams into the steel barricade. TAX crumbles to the floor as well as PAGE. It looks like the U.S Champion hit his head on the steel barricade while preforming the dive!!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AS THE REFEREE RESTARTS THE TEN COUNT!!
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TAX is the first one up at the four and grabs PAGE.
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TAX hurls PAGE towards a metal post. TAX grabs PAGE’s head slams it into the still post; over and over until the thin-skinned champion’s forehead spits open with blood beginning to drip from the fresh wound. The champ falters to his knees and holds himself against the post; trying his best to remain conscious. The referee urges them both back in before he continues his count
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Refusing for this to end by count out, TAX grabs PAGE once again before tossing him into the ring and rolling in himself. PAGE lays on the mat barely moving, so TAX takes the opportunity to go for the pin; hooking up PAGE’s nearest leg.
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…AND A KICKOUT AT 2.8!
TAX looks towards the referee as if he’s going to argue, but he gets up; refusing to lose focus and his chance to prove to everyone that he is better. PAGE is beginning to stir to a stand, but TAX keeps him down and grabs PAGE’s right leg. TAX turn’s him over and…
SINKS IN A HALF BOSTON CRAB!!
PAGE is urgently scratching at the mat in pain, but he’s refusing to tap here tonight. PAGE makes a jump and a reach for the ropes, but he can’t reach as TAX drags him even farther towards the middle of the ring. Without many options left, PAGE begins to flail violently and kick at TAX awkwardly with his free leg. The legs do nothing to deter TAX as the man deepens the hold; yelling for PAGE to tap. PAGE’s arms reach towards TAX’s legs as they look to be bending painfully. When PAGE finally gets a leg, he pulls harshly and TAX loses his balance. TAX falls back, but he doesn’t lose his grip. HE BROUGHT PAGE’s LEG DOWN WITH HIM!!
PAGE cries out in pain at the position, but switches on his back to ease the pain. Finally seeing an opening for escape, PAGE kicks TAX in the face and TAX let’s go; shooting his hands towards his nose. Both men are up quickly, but PAGE hisses at the stings within his ankle.
Despite this, though, the match continues without complaint from PAGE as the talents circle each other. They lock up in the middle and it looks as if this is back to standard wrestling instead of the brawl that the crowd was just witness to. Most seem disappointed.
Both men are yanking each other back and forth as they try to gain control, but it seems almost impossible with the sudden strength both are exhibiting. TAX knees PAGE in the midsection out of frustration and lands a perfect DDT! As Tax gets up with PAGE in hand, PAGE uppercuts him once again! PAGE Kicks TAX in the stomach and knees him in the face; closing the DOWNSIZE on TAX! TAX falls to his knees on the mat as PAGE walks over to the turnbuckle. He picks up his shirt that TAX had left there earlier and begins to wipe off his bleeding sweating face. PAGE then throws to shirt to the crowd, where it is caught by a greedy, disgusting fan.
PAGE smiles and turns back towards TAX who brings PAGE’s mind back into the match with a punch to the face. TAX tosses the champion out of the ring and ascends the turnbuckles. As PAGE pulls himself to his feet, TAX leaps off with a sensational flying cross body! Both men have given their all in this match, as expected!
TAX and PAGE remain motionless on the floor as the referee starts the count.
…1
…2
…3
…4
…5
Finally, we see some movement from TAX, who is blatantly favoring his ribs.
…6
…7
TAX stumbles to his feet as PAGE finally begins to stir.
. . . 8
PAGE staggers to his feet, falling against the ring apron to keep himself upright.
. . . 9
Exhausted by the grueling affair, both men somehow manage to roll into the ring, breaking the count! After a few more moments trying to gather themselves, both men reach their feet in separate corners, their labored breathing apparent. Both men are questioning just what it will take to put the other away. Angrily, TAX lets out a deep breath, and yells a war cry as he races towards PAGE. PAGE ducks the punch and releases a series of snap jabs to the jaw of TAX. With TAX firmly in the corner, PAGE drills him with a couple of shoulder blocks, further emptying TAX’s stamina. PAGE rakes TAX across the eyes and TAX stumbles out of the corner; dropping to one knee. PAGE falls against the ropes, using it as a momentum builder towards a bulldog that drives TAX’s face into the mat. PAGE rolls him over and hooks the leg.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . KICKOUT!
TAX refuses to give up, and PAGE drops his hands with pure disbelief. He curses out loud, but knows not to waste any time, picking TAX up with him. TAX stands wearily in the middle of the ring, and PAGE sees his opportunity, hooking his arms around TAX’s waist. He’s looking for his patented belly-to-back facebuster, the Mid Day Wake Up, but TAX swings his elbow. PAGE ducks the attack, keeping the grip and resourcefully nailing a belly-to-belly suplex!! PAGE makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
TAX drapes his legs across the bottom rope, and the count is stopped! Unbelievable! PAGE is beginning to grow frustrated, but he continues to keep his focus, whipping TAX into the turnbuckle. PAGE runs full steam ahead and crushes his opponent with a bruising clothesline. TAX stumbles out of the corner and PAGE strategically places him in the center of the ring with a standard piledriver. PAGE thinks about the pin for a moment, but decides to up the ante, climbing to the ring apron and patiently waiting. TAX slowly reaches his feet, and PAGE springboards off the top rope…
And into a desperation KOINKICK from TAX!!! PAGE’s head crashes against the hard canvas as he is clearly out, but TAX doesn’t even have enough energy to make the cover. The crowd roars their approval as the XWF superstars have clearly exhausted themselves in an effort to prove their supremacy on Wednesday nights! After several moments, PAGE reaches his feet, amazingly before TAX does. With a sudden burst of energy, PAGE makes a mad dash towards TAX with a clothesline, and the force carries both men to the outside.
BOTH men athletically land on their feet. PAGE rears back with a punch, but TAX blocks it, and fires a shot of his own as the referee begins the count, once more.
…1
TAX fires a second and a third shot before setting PAGE up for an Irish whip.
…2
PAGE reverses the throw, sending TAX slamming into the steel steps! The loud clang of the steps being jarred from its original position echo through the arena.
…3
PAGE doesn’t have to wait long as TAX stubbornly rises to a standing position. PAGE takes a running start and springboards off the loose steps…
…4
But TAX sidesteps the assault as PAGE slams across the barrier! PAGE winces with pain!
…5
Despite the sharp pain, PAGE maintains his awareness, noticing TAX charging at him. PAGE ducks his head and sends TAX flying into the crowd
with a back body drop!
…6
PAGE climbs over the railing and stalks TAX as he rolls over on his stomach. TAX’s fingers crunch under PAGE’s boot as he tries to get up.
…7
The crowd clears a path as TAX crawls deeper and deeper into the stands.
…8
TAX continues to inch his way up the steps until finally reaching a level spot, a few feet away from where the stairs continue upwards. TAX uses PAGE’s tights to try to pull himself up.
…9
PAGE head-butts TAX; dropping him back to his knees. PAGE shoves TAX away from him and turns back to the ring.
…10!!!
THIS MATCH IS OVER BY COUNT OUT!! The fans are chanting their disproval; wanting more.
“RESTART THE MATCH, RESTART THE MATCH, RESTART THE MATCH!!!”
WINNER: NO ONE
Realizing that the match is over, PAGE turns his attention back to TAX, still hungry to prove a point. PAGE takes off towards TAX, but TAX surprises PAGE with a drop toe hold! PAGE eats the bottom step! After a few deep breathes, TAX stands up and scoffs as PAGE grabs at his mouth; blood dripping from his busted bottom lip. TAX begins to make his way down the steps; a look of anger and pride on his face. PAGE stands up and glares towards TAX, who is walking away from the scene as if he won. PAGE’s fists tighten and an intense fire begins to burn in his eyes.
To PAGE, this competition doesn’t seem over as he begins to run down the steps; slightly jumping before tackling TAX from behind! Both men tumble down the rest of the steps until they stop at the bottom. Despite the exhaustion and pain, they both rise to their feet and begin trading quick blows; each one harder than the last!
These men are killing each other in what has turned into a full out brawl through the WARFARE crowd and the camera is following the whole way through! TAX pushes PAGE and attempts another KOINKICK which PAGE dodges. PAGE suddenly jerks the camera away from the cameraman and slams the heavy piece of equipment across TAX’s back!
Looks like that camera isn’t following them anymore; leaving the surrounding fans to be the only ones to see PAGE drag TAX through the backstage exit.
Oh well, looks like that exchange is going to -wait, cameras have caught up with the two men backstage and the footage is being played on the X-Tron!
PAGE is still pulling TAX by the hair throughout the backstage hallway.
[PAGE: So, you think that you’re better than me, huh? I’ll show you better, you piece of-]
TAX ELBOWS PAGE IN THE FACE!
PAGE let’s go of his hold and TAX pushes him to the wall where TAX continues his assault bringing PAGE to the ground with punches and kicks.
[TAX: I don’t think I’m better; I KNOW I’M BETTER!!!]
TAX continues to stomp at PAGE, but then PAGE serves TAX a low blow that nobody seen coming! Identical to the one TRISTAN SLATER delivered to PAGE during their match in Madison Square Garden! TAX falls to his knees and PAGE stands up; wincing as he clutches at his ribs which many can see are already starting to swell from his match and TAX’s repeated attacks. PAGE smiles and shrugs; a slight chuckle escaping his throat.
[PAGE: I guess everybody does learn something from their losses. ]
PAGE then looks across the hallway at something and gets an amused look in his eyes. The camera follows his line of sight to reveal a catering table; lone and away from the others. The table appears to be filled with the most expensive food the country has to offer served on silver platters. The cameras zoom in on the place card on the table which reads:
“THE TRISTAN SLATER’s Personal Catering”
PAGE’s smile becomes larger and he helps TAX to his feet. PAGE takes TAX by the hair once again and…
BEGINS TO RUN TOWARDS TRISTAN’S PERSONAL CATERING?!?!
TAX sees this and grabs PAGE by the head also; running towards the delicious food as well! The fans’ screams and cheers can be heard from backstage as they all sit on the edge of their seat wondering who’s going to get the better end of the situation. Tax and PAGE run towards the table; inch by inch, step by step; both men are growing closer and closer to collision.
Closer
And
Closer
And
Closer
And…
BAM!!!
They both crash into the table and fall to the floor!!!
The food lands on top of them and around them; the XWF employees scatter out of fear. PAGE sits up, but takes a silver platter to the face with a good swing by TAX. PAGE falls back and TAX is on him; waling the U.S Champion with punches. PAGE pushes him off with a growl; answering the hits with a kick to the face. The two men are grabbing each other and rolling around in the food beneath them; punches, elbows and sloppy knees being executed non-stop; caviar and pieces of lobster making themselves at home on their gear and in their hair.
The camera suddenly turns to the left to show a furious Miyoko leading security.
[MIYOKO: CAN SOMEONE PUT A FUCKING END TO THIS ALREADY? Get the tazers if you need to for crying out loud. ]
The security dashes towards the men and begins to break them apart. Once apart, the two talents become less rowdy and aggressive; coming down from their animalistic high. With both of them composed, TAX smirks and kicks at the food on the floor; a small laugh leaving his lips.
[TAX: Looks like someone isn’t eating tonight, huh?]
PAGE’s face is completely indifferent.
[PAGE: Yeah, looks like it.]
TAX’s smile becomes darker as he begins to talk in a low threatening voice.
[TAX: I’m going to end you at UNSTOPPABLE.]
PAGE shakes his head and looks at the place card laying on the floor with TRISTAN SLATER’s name on it. PAGE looks back at TAX with a condescending grin spreading on his face.
[PAGE: Better men have said that and yet, here I am. ]
[TAX: It’s a promise, PAGE!]
[PAGE: Sure, I believe you.]
TAX and PAGE both shake from the grips of security and after sharing an intense stare-with their smiles dangerously in place-they go their separate ways; turning their backs on each other and walking away from the messy scene as if nothing had happened!
As if they were both victorious in their match!
The camera turns slowly to show Miyoko leaning against the wall coolly and calmly.
[Miyoko: You know what, I am getting sick of these two already.... Someone clean this up while I go deal with these two jackasses.]
Miyoko leaves the area and the scene fades to black on the X-Tron. The crowd loves it.
As the janitors begin working in the back from Tax and Joseph Page, the fans are still a buzz from the match they just saw when suddenly....
"Daydream" by Scandal plays over the P.A. system as Miyoko Kawashima comes out to the ring slowly, looking a bit defeated. She slides into the ring and calls for a microphone and one is handed to her right away as the music dies out.
[MIYOKO: Okay, so I have a problem, well I don't have it as much as two ass holes in the back have it. You see I said that if Tax could beat Joseph Page, I would come out here in the middle of the ring and announce that Tax is indeed the best wrestler on the roster for Wednesday Night Warfare. I also said if he lost I would book him in a Dark Match prior to the show... But he did not lose... But oddly enough he did not win either. But you know what, I am still in a giving mood. Such a giving mood I am also going to include Joseph Page.
Tax, if you are listening in the back, and I am sure you are. Maybe if you and Page can stop beating each other for half a second, you can hear what I have to tell you. Yes, you two may happen to be two of the best wrestlers on my roster. I can not do anything about that, but I also do not actually have to book you like I think you are now do I? So since neither of you won, I am going to say you both lost. Don't worry, I won't strike a big ol L in the record books, but you both are going to suffer the consequences of crossing me. I promised you Tax, there would be a Dark Match? A Curtain Jerker Classic if you would?
So who wants to hear what they won first? Ah how about you Page. I found a LEGEND in this business, not just this one but BOXING. He has had a long and storied career, stuff legends are NOT made out of. And lucky for you I found him in a retirement home last week, Joseph Page next week in a match that sadly NO ONE but those who bought tickets will see - You will go one on one against....
GLASS JOE!
Yes, Yes. Hold your excitement people. You have to admit, it takes some pretty big balls to book the United States Champion in a fucking Dark Match. Hell if I had my way, and I actually do have my way, the TV viewing audience wouldn't see your face ONCE next week... Ah that brings me to you Tax.... Who do I have in store for you?
Sorry, not Dark Shadow like I promised. But I will do you a solid I am not giving Page, your match actually WILL be on TV, but it will indeed be jerking the curtain... But not only that but it will be a HANDYCAP MATCH.
Because at that Retirement Home, I found TWO others RARING to get back in that ring one last time. Tax, next week you face the team of...
BALD BULL
AND...
KING HIPPO!
Yeah, bet you guys never thought you would see those two in the ring together again! That is one hell of a tag team Tax, one of the best I ever saw. So you wanted your main event? Not getting it, enjoy jerking the curtain, Tax while you watch THE DARK SHADOW wrestle your main event spot....
Am I going to cost the company money, and am I going to cost my show ratings by Booking you two jerk offs in matches at the start of the show, or in Pages case not even on TV? Yeh, and am I going to lose money by booking a Dark Shadow main event? Yep. But guess what? I AM IN CHARGE. It is not my money and frankly, I am going to teach you a lesson, I am not Shane Carver. I DO NOT GET PUSHED AROUND.
Just then the crowd ERUPTS into a loud thunder of boos. Miyoko looks around and is unsure why they are booing. She did not expect her comment to go over well but not this badly. Then she spots the cause for the commotion. Walking down the arena stairs heading to the ringside area is WGWF Superstar Tomoko Hanahara. She is dressed in street cloths of T-Shirt that says "World's Greatest Tag Team" on one side and "RIZZOKO" on the other and a pair of jeans. Slung over her shoulder is a Championship Belt. It is 1/2 of the WGWF Tag Team Championship.
As she gets to the ringside area she jumps the guardrail and slides into the ring. Miyoko and Tomoko stare each other down for a second before Tomoko sets her Championship belt down in the center of the ring, and snatches the microphone out of Miyoko's hand.
TOMOKO: 10 Months. 10 Long months is how long that belt has been in my possession. Now ask your self why do I bring that up? Why does the length of my reign mater? Because frankly I want to talk about things that were not around when this belt was won. Babies are born in less time. Wars have lasted less then 10 months. But what I really want to talk about is the XWF. That being, XWF as we know it today, owned by my dear friend Shane Carver, was not in existence 10 Months Ago.
Yet we have upstarts like this guy you just praised Tax, your champion Tristan Slater and that punk Griffin MacAlister who claimed I had more TV coverage in my attempt to wrest the X-Treme Title away from him then I have had in WGWF. Griffin, I saw the card, I know you defend that belt next. Just think, only 9 and 3/4ths more months to go before you can be in the same league as I am right now. Oh goodie you. But, again what does my Tag Team Championship reign have to do with ANYTHING XWF? Let me tell you.
I had Dark Shadow tell me earlier in the week on Social Media that I turned my back on the XWF. You see 10 months ago, I won this championship in WGWF. Why was I in WGWF though, I am a long time and for the most part loyal alumni of the XWF. You see let us go back two more months, ONE YEAR AGO, Jonathyn Brown re-opened the XWF. I was thrilled, as were many of the names that grace the Hall of Legends or the XWF Top 50 List. Only, we were told we had our time to shine, XWF was no longer about us. It was about people like Mighty Kid or that punk you managed, Nio.
How do you think that made us feel? How did YOU feel?]
[Miyoko: How did I feel? You didn't see me jump ship to WGWF now, did you? In fact you saw me sign a contract to manage a young wrestler, the idea Jonathyn wanted was to raise the wrestlers of tomorrow. We are wrestlers of the past.]
Tomoko: BULLSHIT. You may be a wrestler of the past, but I am a Wrestler of the Present. I am very much a wrestler of the present, that was Jonathyns mistake. You can not only cater to the past or the future. You need people like us, whose backs were broke in the foundation of this company. We were told we had no place here. So, who turned their back on WHO?
Now, we have my dear friend Carver, who took Jonathyns idea and went one step further. Sure, the Wrestlers of the Past like your self and Stevo still cling to the coat tails of the yesteryear, but Shane raised every Independent Promotion he could find and found anyone he thought had even the slightest ounce of talent, and signed them.
Those of us who know our place, have found it in WGWF. You see when the XWF would not rehire us, would not rehire the STEVE JASONS and the T-MONEYS, we went to WGWF. Chris Page opened his arms and invited us in, the BIGG RIGGS and the BLIZZARDS.
So I do not want to hear from any of you how we turned our back on XWF. I do not want to hear from any of you how your "Roster of the Future" is better then us over at WGWF. Many of the names you see in the Hall of Legends or that Top 50 List that XWF is so proud of... We found new homes... THE WGWF.
I may not feel the same way my friend Paul Frost does. After all my blood helped forge this place into what it was, but I would be lying if I said I was not rooting for Paul to take a big ol steamer on that piece of tin Tristan Slater is carrying around. That is not the XWF Universal Championship, that belt means less then shit to me and when my XWF Hating Buddy Paul Frost takes one on it, I believe it actually will be worth less then shit to the world.
You guys want to come on our show, and attack us but then you want to label us the Bad Guys? Fuck you, when your cronies are not backing you up ANY MEMBER OF THE WGWF ROSTER CAN BEAT ANY ONE OF YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING LOSERS ON THE XWF ROSTER.]
Tomoko drops the microphone and picks up her championship belt, raising it high into the air to show the fans what the WGWF Belt looks like. Miyoko picks up the microphone though and signals to the back. She turns to look at Tomoko, anger in her eyes. Behind her the camera catches a referee running down to the ring. *DING DING DING* The Referee calls for the bell! MIYOKO IS GOING TO FIGHT!
MIYOKO KAWASHIMA
- vs -
TOMOKO HANAHARA
IMPROMPTU GRUDGE MATCH
[Miyoko: I'm a member of this roster. I may not have laced up my boots in four years, both of my knees may have been surgically replaced, and in the line of my day job I may have been shot three times. But I can still beat a little bitch like you any day of the...]
CRACK! Tomoko smashes the WGWF Tag Team Championship belt into the skull of Miyoko Kawashima. Miyoko crumbles to the mat almost at once. Miyoko is busted wide open, but pulls her self back to her feet, she is obviously on dream street after the blow to the head, but never backs down. As she gets back to her feet though Tomoko Hanahara executes a picture perfect "Sweet Sorrow" (3/4th Neck breaker) to Miyoko, knocking her out cold. Tomoko looks at the referee and laughs, rolling Miyoko up for the pin. The referee counts extremely slow, glaring at her...
...1
....2
There is no movement from Miyoko at all. The referee has a look of pure loathing on his face as he glares at Tomoko, who is still holding Miyoko in the pin, the referee looks to the back hoping that some sort of help would come but alas... nothing...
....THREE!
The referee slides out of the ring and walks back to the back holding his hands up in an X as he does, wanting to get as far away from Tomoko as he can. Tomoko looks down at the unconscious and bloodied Miyoko with a smirk. Tomoko runs her hand through the blood on Miyoko's forehead then presses the bloody hand print into the WGWF Tag Championship belt. Tomoko grins as she slides out of the ring and jumps the guardrail, heading back up to the exit of the arena the way she came, the crowd booing as loudly as they have all night for anything as the medical team rushes to the ring to check on Miyoko....
Winner: TOMOKO HANAHARA?
X-treme Championship
Defending Champ: GRIFFIN MACALISTER
- vs - Challenger: MR. XWF
- vs - Challenger: HANK LANE
X-treme Rules Match, 1 Fall
The triple threat match proved to be a great contest between Griffin MacAlister, Hank Lane, and Mr. XWF. It was evident early on that all three of them came ready to leave it all in the ring in an effort to pick
up the win. Mr. XWF seemed to have an early advantage after Hank Lane had laid MacAlister out with a vicious clothesline which knocked him out of the ring. After turning around, Mr. XWF hit Lane with a spear. Mr. XWF saw his opportunity and went for an early pin fall, but MacAlister was able to crawl back into the ring and break up the pin.
Mr. XWF and MacAlister battled for the next few minutes while Hank Lane attempted to regroup in the corner. After a hard kick to the gut, Mr. XWF went for the Rock Bottom, but upon getting Griffin into the air, MacAlister was able to slip out, and landed a quick spinning backfist which knocked Mr. XWF to the floor. By this time, Hank Lane, favoring his left rib cage had got back to his feet, and came up behind MacAlister and delivered a crushing blow to the back of his head. Hank seemed to have the upper hand, wailing on Griffen for quite some time before out of absolutely nowhere, MacAlister hit Layne with the P.O.A. Griffen rolled over onto Hank Layne, and picked up the win via pin fall.
STILL X-TREME CHAMPION: GRIFFIN MACALISTER
GRIFFIN MACALISTER grabs his championship belt from the counter, able to hold on being shipped out of the arena and a triple threat match and walk away with his championship. He starts to head to the back to continue his search for The New Breed members when he is blindsided by a chair shot to the back of the head from Mr. XWF. GRIFFIN drops the belt and staggers a bit, not knocked out. He turns around to fight back when ROCK BOTTOM ROCK BOTTOM ROCK BOTTOM Mr. XWF hits the Rock Bottom on Griffin MacAlister. Mr. XWF points to the X-Treme title then signals to his waist, leting MacAlister know he will be back again soon for that belt....
MAIN EVENT
THE XWF CHAMPIONSHIP
Challenger: MARK FLYNN
- vs - Defending Champ: THE TRISTAN SLATER
Standard Match
4 RP Limit
RING ANNOUNCER: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE XWF CHAMPIONSHIP!
DING...DING...DING....
RING ANNOUNCER: INTRODUCING FIRST, HE IS THE CHALLENGER...
"ELEANOR RIGBY" stings only, by the Beatles hits the speakers to a mixed pop from the crowd.
RING ANNOUNCER: HE IS REPRESENTING WEDNESDAY NIGHT WARFARE, MARK FLYNN!
FLYNN makes his way out to the ring with a blank expression on his face. He enters the ring.
The house lights go pitch black which causes the crowd to start cheering. The black out last for 10 full seconds, with each and every second the crowd gets louder and louder with anticipation...
The crowd pops as "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple hits the speakers.
RING ANNOUCNER: BEING LED TO THE RING BY JAMES RAVEN, HE IS THE XWF CHAMPION... THE TRISTAN SLATER!
All attention focuses to the top of the ramp as a spot light shine down. Smoke begins to flow out from the curtain. The crowd's response grows as JAMES RAVEN walks out to the top of the ramp followed by the XWF CHAMPION, THE TRISTAN SLATER!
SLATER and RAVEN stand at the top of the ramp soaking in the HOTLANTA'S response. RAVEN leads SLATER down to the ring, once ringside SLATER unstraps the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP from his waist before making his way up the ring apron, SLATER climbs the buckles from the outside where he hoists up the XWF Championship, which has been restored to it's original form, for all to see. Flash bulbs flicker off from all over the Phillips Arena towards SLATER before he jumps from the top turnbuckle into the ring.
The house lights raise up as SLATER walks to the center of the ring where he lays the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP in the center of the ring, almost drawing a line in the sand. The music slowly fades away leaving a baffling roar from the crowd. The referee picks up the Championship before hoisting it up in the air. The crowd pops as the referee passes the Championship to the ring announcer before calling for the bell.
DING....DING.... DING...
Here we go!
FLYNN and SLATER circle each other in the ring before they lock up! The crowd roars as SLATER and FLYNN jockey for position before SLATER uses his 6 inch height and 20 pound weight advantage to muscle FLYNN back into the the ropes where the referee is forced to start laying the count to SLATER. SLATER backs away from FLYNN at the referee's three count. FLYNN shakes things off as he makes his way back out to the center of the ring where he locks right back up with SLATER. FLYNN tries to back SLATER into the ropes only to find SLATER use his power advantage to shove FLYNN to the mat before screaming down at FLYNN...
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!"
FLYNN is back to a vertical base where he walks right up to SLATER and rakes him across the eyes! FLYNN takes over with right hands to face of SLATER before lacing TRISTAN across the chest with a chop. FLYNN takes SLATER back into the ropes before shooting him across the ring, SLATER bounces off the ropes where he runs right over FLYNN with a running shoulder block! SLATER bounces off the opposite ropes, FLYNN rolls over to his chest, SLATER leaps over FLYNN bouncing off the near side, FLYNN is quickly to his feet where he catches SLATER with a hiptoss take over. FLYNN comes forward as SLATER gets to his feet where he snatches a side head lock before taking SLATER over to the mat with a headlock take over. SLATER'S shoulders hit the mat.
1...
2....
SLATER breaks the pin attempt with a head scissors. FLYNN pushes himself up off the mat before flipping over SLATER which stacks his shoulders to the mat.
1...
2.....
TH
SLATER bridges up before countering with a backslide.
1...
2......
TH
FLYNN kicks out, both SLATER and FLYNN are to a vertical base, FLYNN charges towards SLATER, SLATER ducks a running closeline while latching on to a back waist lock. SLATER hoists FLYNN up in the air before driving him into the mat with a back waist lock take over. SLATER floats over into a front face lock before paintbrush slapping FLYNN across the back of the head before reaching his feet to a pop from the crowd! FLYNN is quickly to his knee's as SLATER extends both arms out telling FLYNN to bring it! FLYNN is back to his feet where he swings with a right hand that's blocked by SLATER, SLATER delivers a stiff right hand to the jaw before driving a knee to the midsection. SLATER takes FLYNN before driving him head first into the top turnbuckle of a neutral. SLATER spins FLYNN around where he starts laying in boots to the midsection and ribs of FLYNN! The crowd roars as the shots get faster and faster before the referee puts the count to SLATER who backs out of the corner at the 4 count. SLATER comes back towards the corner where he eats a thumb to the eye! The crowd boo's as FLYNN spins SLATER around so that he's int he corner before lacing him across the chest with a stiff chops before shooting SLATER across the ring, SLATER bounces off the ropes into a boot to the midsection by FLYNN who then bounces off the ropes himself before delivering a Swinging Neckbreaker! FLYNN reaches his feet where he taunts SLATER which garners a mixed pop from the crowd. FLYNN stomps SLATER across the back before picking him up off the mat where he delivers a European Uppercut that rocks SLATER back into a set of buckles. FLYNN comes forward shooting SLATER across the ring and into the opposite set of buckles. FLYNN charges across the ring looking for a Stinger Splash, SLATER side steps FLYNN at the last second causing FLYNN to splash the turnbuckles causing FLYNN to staggers backwards where SLATER takes a back waist lock before peeling off a German Release Suplex to a pop from the crowd! SLATER scurries into a cover where he hooks the closest leg.
1...
2.....
THR
FLYNN kicks out! The crowd starts cheering for SLATER as he reaches his feet. SLATER picks FLYNN up off the mat before delivering a back breaker! SLATER makes another cover.
1....
2......
THRE
FLYNN kicks out again. SLATER reaches his feet where he snatches FLYNN up by the head before shooting him into the ropes. FLYNN bounces off the ropes, SLATER ducks his head looking to deliver a back body drop only to be spiked head first into the mat with a vicious DDT by FLYNN! FLYNN doesn't hesitate
in getting to his feet where he picks SLATER up off the before locking him in position and delivering a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge!
1....
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THR
SLATER kicks out to a pop from the crowd. FLYNN reaches his feet where he picks SLATER up off the mat before driving him back into a set of buckles. FLYNN starts laying in repeated shoulder blocks to midsection of SLATER before hoisting him up to the top rope. FLYNN slaps SLATER across the face before stepping up to the middle rope. He locks in a front face lock before attempting to peel off a Super Plex, SLATER blocks by latching on to the top rope before hammering FLYNN in the midsection with a right hand which breaks his grasp for SLATER to headbut FLYNN across the bridge of the nose which sends FLYNN falling backwards to the mat! The crowd responds as SLATER stands up on the top rope where he peels off a Shooting Star Press! SLATER makes the cover hooking the leg of FLYNN!
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FLYNN kicks out to a gasp from the crowd. SLATER starts working his way to his feet where he reaches down picking FLYNN up off the mat. SLATER nails FLYNN with a right hand to the jaw before shooting him into a set of buckles. SLATER charges in after FLYNN delivering a running knee to the face which is followed up with a running bull dog headlock which drives FLYNN into the mat. The crowd roars as SLATER rolls out to the ring apron before reaching his feet where he measures FLYNN who starts to push himself to his feet. SLATER springboards off the top rope looking for a Closeline but it's FLYNN who counters the attempt in mid air with a Code Breaker! The crowd lets out a massive gasp as FLYNN makes the cover on SLATER!
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SLATER drapes his left boot over the bottom rope which catches the referee's eye causing him to stop the count. FLYNN now rolls out to the ring apron before getting to his feet where he makes his way to the nearest set of buckles. The crowd comes a live as FLYNN climbs up to the top turnbuckle before leaping off with a Top Rope Knee Drop! The crowd boo's as FLYNN is to his feet where he taunts the crowd. FLYNN turns his attention back to SLATER where he waits for him to make his way to his feet. FLYNN comes in from behind with a Chop Block to the right knee of SLATER! TRISTAN hits the mat clutching at his knee, a camera catches JAMES RAVEN on the floor as he shouts instruction towards SLATER while FLYNN is back to his feet where he picks up the right leg of SLATER before delivering vicious kicks to the knee cap! The crowd responds as FLYNN quickly locks in a Signature move... THE FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK! The ATLANTA crowd caters with "WOOOOOOOOOO" in homage off the 16 Time World Champion seeing as Atlanta was a hotbed back in the day! SLATER screams out in pain as FLYNN applies more and more pressure to the hold! The official is in prime position as he asks SLATER if he wants to give it up. SLATER screams out "NO!" which only causes FLYNN to rock back further on the hold! The official continues to ask SLATER to give up and again it's met with a NOOOOOOOOO by SLATER as he starts trying to inch his way towards the ropes! The crowd starts rallying behind the XWF CHAMPION as he's getting closer and closer to the ropes! SLATER reaches out towards the ropes, his finger tips touch the bottom rope before with a last ditch effort he lunges his arm out taking a hold of the bottom rope to a huge pop from the crowd! The crowd instantly starts booing as FLYNN doesn't release the hold! The referee starts laying the count to FLYNN who finally breaks at the referee's 4 count as to not get himself disqualified... but has the damage been done? The crowd boo's FLYNN as he once again taunts SLATER before stomping at the right knee again before picking SLATER up off the mat where he takes him back into the ropes. FLYNN attempts an Irish Whip, yet it's SLATER who reverses sending FLYNN bouncing off the ropes and into a SPINBUSTER by SLATER! The crowd roars as SLATER starts pushing himself to his feet. The crowd roars as SLATER runs his thumb across his throat! FLYNN starts pushing his way to his feet, SLATER comes forward driving a boot to the midsection before delivering the FLIP PILEDRIVER! SLATER covers hooking the leg!
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DING...DING...DING....
RING ANNOUNCER: THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST, AND STILL XWF CHAMPION... THE TRISTAN SLATER!
"Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple hits the speakers to a nice response from the crowd as SLATER is shown getting back to his feet where the referee awards him the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP before raising his arm in victory. JAMES RAVEN applauds from the floor as we see SLATER glare into the camera as he states.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "ONE DOWN, ONE TO GO"
In direct reference to his upcoming contest on SATURDAY NIGHT IMPACT as WEDNESDAY NIGHT WARFARE leaves the air.
