The sound of a record screeching to a halt echoes around the arena as Kendrick Lamar's voice begins to boom through the PA system.
"NOBODY PRAY FOR ME!"
"IT BEEN THAT DAY FOR ME!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY- YEAH! YEAH!"
HUMBLE begins to play in full as Damián Santos bursts out through the camera with a full head of steam, talking shit to the camera before posing with vigor. He looks ahead to the ring, letting a smile spread on his face as he walks down to the ring, shadow boxing as he does so to keep himself focused.
JC: Well Brody we’re going to be kicking off this preshow with a pair of debuts fresh from the XWF Talent development system-
BG: What talent development system?
JC: It says we have one, right here… in my notes.
BG: I’ve never heard of such a thing.
Damián rolls under the bottom rope to come into the ring, finding the far turnbuckle as he climbs upwards to soak in the boos. He finds the nearby camera, flexing his muscles again before hopping down into the ring. He lets the referee pat him down for any weapons, nodding to them before giving them a friendly reminder to be sure to do the same to his opponent before the match begins.
JC: I suppose one could say that the world is our talent development system, and if that’s indeed true, then what fine young talent are we about to bear witness on display here tonight?
BG: Jackie, this first one, Damian Santos, is a twenty-something out of Baltimore with a chip on his shoulder and a bad attitude. Which means, you guessed it, I like him already.
JC: Gotta say, “Humble” is a great choice to walk out to. Really sets the mood if you know what I mean.
BG: I’m hoping it’ll set his opponent off. Make the fighting more intense. That’s what we could use to really kick things off here tonight in Boston. Can only have your debut once. Who’s he up against?
JC: Uhm, let me see here.
A slow pulse of white light resembling a hospital heart monitor throbs with the opening beat of “Born of Darkness.” The tron flickers with sterile images: X-rays, surgical diagrams, and emergency room chaos. A soft, echoing sound of muffled breathing, like someone lying awake in a medical facility, seeps through the arena.
JC: It says here she’s a doctor.
BG: Doctor of what?
JC: No, a Doctor doctor. A surgeon, actually. Doctor-
Then, as the vocals begin, Dr. Holly Cambric steps onto the stage.
JC: Holly Cambric.
BG: Ohhh.
JC: Now I remember her! Jesus H… she claims to be one of the Black Rainbow. But that makes no sense.
BG: I thought that group was dead?
JC: Maybe. Maybe not? Whatever. The point is… her promo gave me the damn chills man.
BG: You mean, she’s the one that-?
She's wearing a fitted, high-collared coat resembling a stylized surgeon’s gown, black with blood-red lining. Her gloves are clean and white. Her face is expressionless, head tilted slightly like she’s observing the crowd as subjects, not people.
JC: Yes. That’s her.
BG: Oh my God. That promo was so freaking awesome.
JC: …
BG: Amazing what you can do with CGI these days.
She doesn’t raise her arms. She doesn’t speak. She walks slowly, controlled, every step measured. The camera focuses on her eyes, which are found unblinking and analytical.
As she reaches the ring, she climbs the steps methodically and wipes her boots twice on the apron, sterile habits she refuses to break. She enters under the bottom rope deliberately and kneels briefly in the center of the ring.
Then she rises.
BG: Well, welcome Doctor Holly Cambric to the XWF. I suppose you think she came from our farm system too?
JC: The world is our farm. We are a proud equal opportunity employer.
BG: Right. Well, the world gave us the Doctor vs. The Antidote. This shit better be good.
The final haunting note of the theme echoes as she removes her coat, folds it precisely, and hands it to a ringside official with surgical detachment. She paces the ropes once, then retreats to her corner.
Damian Santos instructs the referee to check Dr. Cambric for weapons the same as they did him, and to that end, the Referee obliges.
He moves towards Cambric to pat her down and Cambric does not move, does not respond other than to spread her arms and legs just enough to allow access for the pat down.
After a few moments, the referee reaches into one of Holly’s pockets and pulls out a medical syringe. He holds it up to Holly and asks where it came from. She has no response.
BG: Is that, did she bring a hypodermic needle to the ring with her?
JC: It would appear so, Brody.
BG: Good thing the kid had the referee check her over, too. This just goes to show how bad profiling is for our community.
JC: Wow. That’s actually a really nice sentiment. Do I need to check you for drugs?
BG: Actually I’m more disappointed the kid didn’t bring his own weapon. At least the Good Doc had some good sense to cheat.
JC: …and he’s back.
BG: Who?
JC: The real Brody.
Rebellion Pre-Show
Dr. Holly Cambric
- vs -
Damian Santos
The referee moves to hand the syringe over to the timekeeper, which gathers the first actual response from Doctor Cambric. She turns her back to Santos to briefly argue with the referee.
Santos, seeing his opening charges across the ring at Holly. He swiftly closes the distance between them and grabs Holly by the arm.
He spins her around and grabs her up… looking for the Around the World spinning Uranage Slam!
JC: There’s the cheating you were looking for Brody!
BG: I knew the kid had it in him!
But when he plants his feet, his body suddenly freezes in place. In Doctor Cambric’s hand… is a second syringe, this one plunged right into Santos’ jugular vein!
JC: Wait… what?!
She pulls the needle out of his neck, and tosses it out of the ring.
JC: She just drugged Santos!
BG: And I don’t think the ref saw it, either. It happened too fast.
The referee turns to see Cambric and Santos in fighting stances in the middle of the ring. Santos appears drunken, a lot more than woozy and fading by the second as Doctor Cambric lines him up.
She acts as though she wants to lock up with him in a collar and elbow tie up, but Santos can’t even lift his arms to oblige her. She feigns a simple wristlock before snapping her leg around with a vicious roundhouse kick!
The Antidote hits the mat like a ton of bricks. His eyes glazed over. His body relatively motionless. He barely could brace himself for the fall.
JC: My notes tell me that that is called the “For Medicinal Use Only” roundhouse kick, Brody! But Doctor Cambric already brought the medicine… this fight should have never been started!
BG: Oh, I’m finding it hard to disagree with you Jackie, except only because this isn’t going to be much of a fight.
The referee leans down to check on Damian Santos but before he can decipher that Santos is in la-la land, Cambric pulls Santos back up to a wobbly vertical base.
Cambric applies a nerve hold to the side of Damian’s neck, effectively hiding the point of puncture while also inflicting pain and punishment on her opponent.
BG: This is neat. I bet she knows exactly where to push, poke, and prod for maximum results.
JC: This is unnecessary! She’s even talking to him, but I can’t quite make out what she’s saying.
BG: That’s not for you, Jack. Have you ever heard of Doctor Patient confidentiality?
Finally, Doctor Cambric releases the “Local Anesthetic” grip on her opponent's nerve, only to guide him into turning around to show her his back.
She leaps up into the air and grabs Santos around the neck.
She drives the point of her knee into his spine, and drills him with a massive backstabber!
JC: She calls that the Flatline Protocol, Brody!
BG: I could hear something in Santos’s back pop or break. At least I hope it was a pop and not a break. That would be a tough break for the kid.
JC: …
Doctor Cambric holds onto her grip around Santos’s neck.
She wraps her legs around his body, and cinches in a rear naked choke!
The referee checks on Santos, who has completely faded by now.
His arm is limp.
The referee calls for the bell!
WINNER: Dr. Holly Cambric
BG: Dominant victory by Doctor Cambric here on her debut tonight! Damian Santos? Not so much!
JC: Damian Santos was drugged, Brody! Visibly, in front of God and everyone here at Fenway Park, except the referee, who couldn't see a damn thing.
BG: Well, see, perhaps maybe we should be scouring the world for some better referees, then. But that's not Doctor Cambric's problem. The Antidote should have brought one.
JC: If she keeps this up, Holly Cambric will be a force to be reckoned with here in the XWF. I just hope the Black Rainbow rumors weren't true...
Backstage
Screaming, terror, and a mass of frantic footfalls rumble along the concrete halls as a wave of backstage workers rush past in a mad dash toward safety. Ahead, there’s crashing sounds. Objects breaking in the distance. The camera crew does their best to follow Assistant-to-the-Warfare General Manager Pip Collins through the stampede and towards the danger, but the scene is absolute chaos.
“What’s going on?!”
“They’re attacking everyone!”
“Who is? What do you mean, everyone?”
Another scream, this one female. More poured down the hallway, running from the fight. But they did not look like fighters. None of these folks were dressed to compete tonight, now, or ever for that matter.
“What the hell?!”
Swimming through the masses, Pip pushes on. They reach the door to the catering area. Inside they find…
Massive hooded figures standing among the rubble of broken bodies and broken tables. Servers are cowering in fear as entire lines of catering tables are overturned. Honored guests of the XWF front office are hoisted high in the air, and slammed through the very benches where they once sat.
In the center of the massacre is one man. Pointing fingers, giving orders to the hooded figures, directing their onslaught.
“I can see her vision forming before my eyes. It’s brilliant. It’s… beautiful. May all of our dreams come true.”
Maniacal laughter ensues. With a calm but measured gait, he makes his way over to one of the fallen heroes laid out before him. Aurora Gainsborough’s crumpled form is propped up against the base of the far wall. Her body is limp. Her face is a crimson mask.
“PRAISE BE!”
The hooded figures all chant: “Praise be!”
“And now that the wheels are in motion… Hahaha… There can be no one who could stop-”
Aurora spits blood on the ground at the feet of this man with what strength she has left to do so.
“Just… shut the hell up and do what you came here to do.”
He stops cold for a contemplative moment, but then smiles down at her. He leans in over her and whispers: “As you wish.”
The barrelchested, dreadlocked man grabs Aurora by her bloodstained hair, and yanks her to her feet.
“Hey!”
Pip shouts from the doorway. Suddenly, all activity in the area stops, and the dozen or so hooded figures turn in unison toward the sound.
“Who let you assholes in here? I’m calling security!”
The mysterious man cackles at the demand.
“Well, if it isn’t the little hero of our little story. Arrived in the nick of time, just as we dreamt you would.”
“Get out of here Collins-”
A sharp backhand from the man drops Aurora with the force of a shotgun blast. Her head bounces off of the floor below and she comes to rest in a heap. Blood pools outward.
“Rora!”
Before Pip can run, he is grabbed by two of the hooded men and hoisted by his arms off of the ground and carried over to the mysterious attacker. He struggles with all of his might, but there is no use.
The man grins wide as he leans in to look Collins eye-to-eye.
“I don’t know who you people think you are, but you’ll never get away with this!”
The man laughs.
“No need to be hostile, my little friend. Why, we’re only following orders!”
Pip gnashes through gritted teeth. “Whose orders?”
“Hers,” He says with a cold, thousand-yard stare, “She’s coming back.”
BLACKOUT.
Oswald stands amidst an indie metal band, watching the ring, looking at the band. Soon a choir is heard as the band begins to play his theme song. He walks towards the lead guitarist, clapping him gently on the back so as to not mess up her playing. Oswald, walks down the ramp, the bottom of his white cloak dragging along the ground. Once at the ring, he'd leap onto the apron before launching himself to show how strong and agile he was to lift such mass with such ease right over the top rope and de-cloaked himself, placing it in his corner before stretching out his arms in a lower case t and roaring out to the crowd before going and sitting on top of his cloak, awaiting the bell as he mentally plans out the match, as well as how to try and beat his opponent.
BG: Here comes the impenetrable MISTER OZ! One of Anarchy's longest tenured stars and biggest names.
JC: And biggest man! He's here tonight to show Inquisition that what happened on MayDay wasn't a fluke: it was an inevitability! Let's see if he can back up his tough words here tonight in this much anticipated rematch!
A crow caws.
The lights flicker, as the anxiety-inducing first few chords of Dies Irae erupt across the stadium. As all lights center to the top of the stage, creating a path of light down to the ring. Fans erupt into screams, as the Inquisitor's faithful murder whip out their flashlights. The Inquisitor walks out onto the ramp, clad in his leather trench-coat, gloved hands in and full-black getup.
The eye-rings around his mask glint in the light, and you can almost feel him smile through it.
With a sudden burst, he dashes down the ring, sliding under the third rope. Throwing his arms out to his side, and his head in the air, he breathes in the sweet sound of fear and adoration. His hands jerk to grasp their opposite shoulders, in a self-hug of sorts. Giving himself a quick squeeze, he runs his hands along his shoulders and across his throat like blades before turning to face his opponent.
JC: This guy gives me the CREEPS!
BG: Now imagine being trapped inside the squared circle with that looney bin! Oz could be in for a battle in tonight's grudge match.
Rebellion Pre-Show
Mr. Oz
- vs -
Inquisition MayDay Grudge Match
1 RP/1K
The bell rings, but Oz does not move. Inquisition moves slowly, his head hung while he circles the big man. Oz remains completely still, staring down at Inquisition with a predator's gaze. Inquisition strikes first with a sharp elbow to the jaw, but there's no response from Oz. Inquisition hits him with another, and then another: but still Oz doesn't budge an inch!
BG: Oz didn't come here to mess around tonight, he's like a tank out there in that ring!
JC: Oz and Inquisition only have blood on their minds tonight, Brody! I can see it in their eyes!
Inquisition looks around with confusion as Oz just puffs his chest out. Then, Inquisition spins around and nails a roundhouse kick directly into Oz's jaw!
Oz tilts...but does not fall!
BG: What will it take to bring the big man down?!
JC: Presumably...more!
Inquisition launches into the ropes before diving at Oz with a shoulder block, but he's caught mid-air by the big man! Oz has Inquisition firmly within his grasp as he slowly steps forward towards the center of the ring. Oz teases the crowd for a few seconds before delivering a devastating body drop that shakes the entire canvas!
But Oz doesn't go for the cover, there's too much bad blood for him to try and end the match so quick. Oz kneels besides Inquisition, murmuring something quietly into his ear, something meant just for his opponent to hear. Inquisition stirs and stares back at Oz with hatred in his eyes, but Oz knocks the hatred right out with a slew of big hammer-fists to his grounded opponent!
Oz steps away from his opponent and begins parading around the ring, much to the merriment of the live audience. As Oz gloats in the center of the ring, Inquisition begins rising to his feet with the assistance of the ropes. When Oz turns back around, Inquisition comes charging at him with a shotgun dropkick that sends both men tumbling to the ground!
JC: Inquisition is starting to turn things around now! He's fighting back, and clawing back the momentum!
Both men rise back to their feet immediately, red-hot for the fight. Inquisition and Oz quickly lock-up in the center of the ring, but the big man takes the immediate advantage! Oz grabs Inquisition, lifting him up by his body for a gorilla press! Inquisition crashes back to the mat with a spine-crunching sound echoing through the ballpark.
Inquisition rolls around on the ground, writhing in pain, but Oz doesn't relent. He grabs Inquisition by the neck, dragging him up to his feet so he can deliver a slew of brutal headbutts to his rival! Blood bloom's from behind Inquisition's mask, but Oz doesn't seem to mind. In fact, Oz's grin starts to grow as the blood starts to flow!
JC: Oz is acting like a sick, sick man out there!
BG: This is a grudge match! What did you expect?!
Inquisition rakes Oz in the eyes in a fit of desperation, finally forcing the big man to take a few steps back. He then quickly leaps onto Oz, trying to perform some sort of move on the big man, but Oz quickly shuts it down! Oz walks Inquisition, or rather, DRIVES Inquisition's back into the turnbuckle! Inquisition drops to the mat as Oz shouts with righteous fury.
Oz stalks Inquisition like a lion on the plains, watching his downed foe's every move with sinister intent. As Inquisition finally begins his rise, Oz closes in with the devastating finale.
SLEEP NOW, SWEET CHILD 'O MINE!
JC: This could be it right here! Oz just laid the hammer down!
Oz delivers a pop-up knee strike to the head, rendering Inquisition completely lifeless!
Oz flexes his muscles to the crowd before putting one single boot upon Inquisition's chest for the pinfall.
1!
2!!
3!!!
WINNER: Mr. Oz
JC: Oz with the…
BG: What the hell was that?
Mr. Oz and Inquisition are in the ring after their match. A gong sounds and the X-Tron lights up...
X
X
X
V
I
XXXVI...36.
A countdown begins for 36 seconds. Mr. Oz makes his way to the back as Inquisition is still down in the ring.
0:35...0:30...0:25...
Inquisition makes his way up to his feet, looking around. He exits the ring.
0:15...0:10...0:05...Inquisition has made it all the way up the ramp toward the entryway.
0:00...time expired.
The lights go out. When they come back on, another masked man appears, grabs Inquisition from behind and slams his face into the entrance wall! The man is clad in black robes, with a white mask, accented by red. He kneels over the fallen Inquisition and places his hands together, bowing, as if in prayer. He then stands, taking in the mixed reactions from the crowd and walks to the back, leaving Inquisition lying on the entrance floor.
Pyro bursts from Fenway Park and all over Boston as Rebellion hits pay per view! Of course, we immediately go backstage though.
BACKSTAGE AT FENWAY
”What do you mean ‘it’s all under control’?!? WE’RE NOT ON THE CARD!”
Elon Musk swings a program for the evening’s matches straight across the bridge of Warfare GM Peter Principle’s nose!
Behind him, Chad GPT walks with robotic motion. Looking straight ahead, unemotionally as Musk chases behind Principle!
”Hold your ketamine syringe there, Musk.” Principle raises his hands defensively, as he retreats through the hallways of Fenway Park.
”You said! YOU SAID!” Elon barks! ”That you needed someone to take out Dolly Waters! I guarantee the job with my Chad GPT! Now, you back out and Chad isn’t even on the card at all! This is breach of contract!”
”I’VE BREACHED NOTHING!”
…
”Look, Elon.” Principle, after his outburst, weaves his hair back into a perfectly-shaped coif. ”I am the BOSS. The card is whatever I want it to be.”
”But Dolly’s already booked.”
”Exactly.” Peter fiendishly wrings his hands together. ”It’s the perfect plan. She’ll lose her titles…”
“Then, she’ll lose to your cybernetic monstrosity.”
“Then, she’ll lose her entire career.”
”But if you say what the card is, why isn’t the match already ON the card?”
Peter scoffs. ”Simple formality. Just need Thad to rubber stamp a last minute addition and everything’s set.”
Peter and Elon stop outside a door…
Labelled Office of Thaddeus Duke
Peter elbows Elon in the ribs.
”Now. Listen to the skills that made me XWF salesperson of the month, November 2012…”
Peter slips into Thad’s office.
…
Elon presses his ear to the door.
…He glances at Chad.
”Can you hear anything?”
”As an automaton, I lack the human capacity to hear, however, I can process audio sign-”
”Silence! I can’t hear what’s going on in there!” Elon hisses, even though HE asked his robot to speak.
”Yes, Mister Duke, I understand she’s already booked but I thought…”
…
”Yes, I understand she’s an active champion, but…”
…
”Yes, I understand the card can’t be changed last minute just because I want to…”
…
”...Yessir, I’ll… uh… take my head out of my… behind… at once.”
…
The door starts to open. Elon quickly back-pedals away from the door.
Peter comes out, straightening his tie…
”So? Chad vs Dolly? Tonight?”
”...After further deliberation, the end of Dolly Waters’ career will be… NEXT WARFARE!”
”But you said…”
”SILENCE.”
…
”I decided… UNRELATED to my recent conversation with Mister Duke…”
“That Dolly Waters’ punishment will not be over in just ONE night.”
“I plan to take EVERYTHING from her…”
“Slowly…”
“Until she BEGS me to fire her.”
Peter fiendishly wrings his hands.
“Hahahaha…”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Elon grins, deciding to join in.
”Hahaha!”
Elon elbows his robot.
”Ha. Ha. Ha.”
JC: Folks, this next match is for the XWF tag-team titles and I don’t think you could come up with two partnerships more different than these two!
With each of the hits of the word “Fame” a spotlight flashes back and forth between the stage and a random spot in the audience. On the screen, the images alternate between key moments from the career of Sebastian Everett-Bryce, S.E.B. and Empire.
After the final Fame, the lyrics end.
Na, na, na, na…
The screen flashes with the words Welcome to the Empire.
As the beat drops, Sebastian Everett-Bryce flings his arms wide, lit up by a bright spotlight, his head covered by the hood of his jacket…. Flanked by Isaiah King, who looks non-plussed by this musical accompaniment.
JC: These two men are two former Universal champions! These two men have a storied history of facing each other in some of the greatest matches in XWF history.
BG: And these two men do NOT like each other, Jacko!
JC: But what they do feel, Brody? Is an immense desire to surpass the other, Brody! To push each other past their limits! Here, you have two of the most elite athletes in the XWF and they have every reason to prove themselves in the ring tonight, because the man that has the best claim to being better? Is sharing their cornerQ
SEB stands in the middle of the ramp, the lights beating down on him, before looking out at the crowd. He wears a long jacket, 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 appears to be cracked, and broken. Distressed. His tights are short, with the initials S.E.B. emblazoned upon the front.
Fame makes a man take things over
Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame puts you there where things are hollow
It's not your brain, it's just the flame
That puts your change to keep you insane (sane)
The lights lift and Seb and King makes his way to the ring. SEB stretches his neck from side to side as he walks, he slaps hands with fans as he walks, stopping with a random fan and staring into the camera and shouting “My Empire, right here!”... King’s nose wrinkles, regarding his behavior with disgust.
JC: King clearly not feeling a lot of love for SEB’s entrance music!
BG: I’m sure he associates it with dread! That music has preceded some of King’s toughest battles!
JC: And SEB could say the same for King’s! These two men are truly among the best! But can they co-exist!
SEB climbs up the steps and steps through the ropesbefore standing in the middle of the ring… As King slips under the bottom rope, and heads with ruthless efficiency over to his corner…
SUDDENLY!
Anton Dovrak’s 9th blares through the speakers with a heavy metal bend.
JC: These two! Dolly Waters and Madison Dyson could not be more different ideologically! But, somehow, their flavors mix! Somehow, they’ve built a rapport! And somehow they’ve become one of the most dominant tag-team partnerships in the XWF!
BG: And now they’re the tag-team champs, Jacko! AND Madison is the X-Treme champion!
JC: Dolly and Madison are truly climbing the charts… But Madison warned Dolly this week! Stop pissing off management with her pro-labor speak! Peter Principle tried to fire Dolly on Warfare!
Deliberately moving from behind the curtains are Dolly Waters and Madison Dyson. Each of their faces setting hard on their challengers in the ring. The tag team champions share a brief nod to one another before confidently marching to the ring. They slide under the bottom opes, each taking a corner of the ring and raising their gold into the air.
BG: They have a lot to lose, Brody! Is this match the punishment Peter Principle was talking about? TWO Universal champions!
JC: It’s a tall order, Brody! But, if any team can handle this challenge? It’s gonna be Dolly and Dyson!
They hand the titles off to the official who gives them to the time keeper…
The crowd is already buzzing as the bell rings. Sebastian Everett-Bryce rolls his shoulders, loosening up with sharp exhalations through his nose. His eyes flick briefly toward his partner, Isaiah King, and then settle on Dolly Waters with a wry smirk.
JC: SEB clearly respects Dolly! He had one of his most hellacious fights against Dolly Waters at Spooky Night Savage for the Universal Title!
BG: But just because he respects her, doesn’t mean he plans to take it easy on her!
JC: Not a chance, Brody!
Across the ring, Dolly paces with coiled energy, her frame taut like a loaded spring. Her brows are knit in razor focus, a feral glint in her eyes. She nods once to herself, brushing a hand over her knees in preparation. Her lips twitch upward — she’s not intimidated. She's eager.
JC: It’s easy to forget these two have partners in this one! The vibe between Dolly and SEB has big match vibes!
Suddenly, Dolly and SEB circle, in the center of the ring!
Dolly tilts her head, feinting a charge, coming in and out, trying to find a hole in SEB’s defense.
Sebastian matches her footwork, staying low, eyes scanning her limbs, outmaneuvering Dolly’s bobbing and weaving…
Suddenly, Dolly darts forward, feigning a lock-up…
SEB flinches, seizing back into a guard! And Dolly latches into a ollar-and-elbow tie-up. Dolly tries to use her quickness to shift around him, but his technical base is too strong, anchoring her in place!
JC: These two have very different family histories, but they’ve both dedicated their lives to the art of wrestling!
BG: And you can tell Brody! These two are masters of the collar and elbow!
SEB manages to apply pressure, forcing Dolly back a couple steps!
Dolly shifts her grip, looking to draw SEB into a side-gri-
SMACK! The moment Dolly is pressed into her corner, Madison
Madison Dyson claps Dolly hard on the shoulder, tagging herself in with a mocking grin.
JC: Oh dear! Dyson clearly itching to get in there with SEB!
BG: Of course! She’s itching to get in SEB’s head! Dyson said, ever since she managed to beat SEB, he’s refused to even say her name!
Dolly’s body jolts from the tag, and she shoots a glare over her shoulder, but doesn’t argue.
Madison climbs through the ropes with deliberate exaggeration, her eyes already locked on Sebastian.
Madison leans into the moment like a predator catching the scent of familiar prey. A smug grin slithers across her lips. She slowly circles him, never taking her eyes off his.
Dyson says something to Sebastian… The cameras can’t quite pick it up, but it looks like part of what she’s saying is… ‘Say my name’...
Sebastian exhales slowly, not biting. His jaw flexes, eyes narrowing — but he gives her nothing. His face is a calm mask of contempt, practiced and unreadable.
They lock up. Madison digs in hard with her forearm, but SEB shifts to a rear waist lock with fluid precision. Madison grits her teeth, face twisting in frustration as she plants her feet and tries to hip-toss him, but he blocks. They go back and forth, testing leverage and grips — a pure wrestling exchange, neither gaining control.
JC: Madison Dyson has made immense improvements in the ring since her days as a manager!
JC: If she weren’t an utter psychopath, it’d almost be inspiring!
SEB manages, with lightning-fast footwork, to snag Dyson into a waistlock!
…But Dyson breaks free, and reaches over her head! Snapmare takedown!
Madison breaks free with a snapmare, trying to rattle him. She kips up immediately and struts back a few steps, arms out like she’s already won.
JC: Early celebration here from Dyson! No one’s ever won a match with a snapmare before!
BG: But it’s proof-positive that Dyson is STILL SEB’s superior, Jacko!
JC: Oh c’mon! How about you save comments like that until Dyson *actually* pins SEB, Brody!
BG: Oh, I’ll say it again when that happens. Don’t you worry!
SEB slowly kips up, adjusting his wrist tape with a neutral expression — but the crowd picks up on the faint twitch at the corner of his lip. A trace of disdain. Still silent.
They tie up again, both pushing harder this time.
Madison snarls, taking a free hand and driving her nails into his back momentarily in the clinch, desperate to unnerve him. SEB counters with a quick arm drag, sending her rolling to the mat!
JC: Haha! This time SEB takes Dyson to the mat!
BG: Alright, c’mon Jackie, no one likes an early celebrater!
Madison slams the canvas, frustration bubbling. She slaps the mat once, hard, before scrambling to her feet. Her cocky grin is now barbed with anger.
They rush at each other again — simultaneous shoulder tackles — and both stumble back a few steps, stunned. A mutual pause. They breathe heavily, staring, unwilling to break eye contact.
Madison, reluctantly, takes a step back. SEB mirrors her. Then, wordlessly, both retreat to their corners.
Madison slaps Dolly’s hand.
Sebastian reaches back — and Isaiah King tags himself in.
JC: Interesting tactic! Both SEB and Dyson decide they need a moment to regroup and hand the reins over to their partners!
BG: Which means we’re going to see another chapter between Dolly and Isaiah! Every time these two meet, it’s absolutely insane!
The crowd gets on their feet in anticipation for another clash between Dolly and Isaiah!
Dolly’s eyes sparkle — her lips parted slightly in anticipation — this is familiar ground. Isaiah’s expression is unreadable but intense, his body language fluid, dangerous, and alive with tension!
Dolly and Isaiah both launch into motion!
Dolly lunges first with a calf kick aimed low, trying to chop Isaiah down early. He sidesteps, jaw tightening in a faint smirk, and fires back with a stiff jab to the shoulder. She recoils, her face tightening, then uses the momentum to spin through with a BACKFIST!
…
No! Isaiah narrowly ducks under.
Isaiah snatches Dolly’s swinging torso and wraps it a front-facelock!
SNAP SUPLEX!
…
NO! Dolly wriggles free mid-lift, landing behind him and shooting in low for a…
CHOP BLOCK!
…Connects!
Isaiah winces and stumbles… Dolly scrambles back to her feet…
Straight into King’s spinning fist, which nails Dolly in the gut with a lightning-quick liver shot!
JC: Wow! These two know everything the other’s gonna do!
BG: But last time, they refused to let their opponent hit a single move! This time, King’s willing to let Dolly take a nibble, if it lets King get a full-on CHOMP!
Dolly’s mouth opens in a silent gasp. Her eyes widen — but she grits through the pain and fires upward with a diving single-leg dropkick that knocks Isaiah back into the ropes!
King rebounds quickly, his expression more focused now — taking her seriously. He throws a rolling elbow, but Dolly matrix-dips under it and pops up behind him, slamming a double palm strike into his shoulder blades!
They separate for a half-second, both catching their breath, eyes locked.
FIGHT FOREVER *clap clap clapclapclap*
FIGHT FOREVER *clap clap clapclapclap*
JC: Two fighters from opposite worlds!
BG: Yet equally driven. And equally dangerous!
The crowd roars as they reset, circling again — each seeking the next split-second advantage.
And neither gives it!
Dolly backs off, chest rising and falling as she takes stock of the exchange with Isaiah. Her brow furrows in fleeting frustration — even hurt — that she hasn’t found the edge. She throws a glance to her corner. Madison leans over the rope, hand already outstretched, eyes locked on King.
Dolly nods and darts toward her corner. Madison slaps her on the back and enters like a queen descending from her throne — her smirk already curling as her gaze finds Isaiah.
JC: Oh dear! Madison may have ‘broken up’ with Isaiah this week… But it looks she’s interested in *something* about the Prince!
Dyson saunters forward… Her tongue flicks at the corner of her mouth like she’s savoring the taste of danger.
She winks, circling Isaiah like a wolf around a wounded elk.
Isaiah’s expression doesn't change, but there’s a flicker behind his eyes. He doesn’t step back. He just raises his fists. Still alone. Still standing.
From the apron, Sebastian Everett-Bryce extends a hand.
JC: It looks like SEB has had a little time to strategize and has a plan for Dyson
As he side-eyes SEB’s extended hand… Isaiah’s jaw tightens.
King glances toward him… just a glance…
…
Then looks away and steps back toward the center of the ring without tagging!
JC: What? King just snubbed SEB’s tag attempt!
BG: It looks like King didn’t like SEB’s implication he wanted to sub in!
The crowd murmurs at the choice. SEB’s expression darkens, as he grips the tag rope.
Madison chuckles, eyes gleaming…
They tie up — Isaiah moves first, overpowering Madison into the corner with raw force. Madison grimaces… Her confident expression weakening…
King tries to power her down onto her knees…
But Dyson’s hand pierces King’s grapple and she RAKES King across the eyes!
Isaiah stumbles back, covering his face!
Whap! While Dyson was still in her corner, Dolly manages to tag herself in! Dyson, sensing an opportunity to 2-on-1 attack, heads for her opponent rather than the apron!
JC: Dolly’s the legal man, Dolly needs to get out!
BG: She has ‘til 5, Jacko!
King covers his eyes! SEB tries to reach over the ropes to smack his partner’s back…
But Madison latches her arm around King’s and Irish whips him back toward Dolly!
Madison spins Isaiah into position just as Dolly launches — a knee slams into King’s face!
METEORA! Sending him crashing to the mat!
JC: What a maneuver by Dolly Waters!
King groans, one eye still blinking through the eye rake…
Dyson finally steps out to the apron… Right as the official counts four…
Dolly bounces up off the mat… And immediately tags Dyson!
JC: Quick tags between these partners! Impressive teamwork!
BG: At least one of these teams is actually a team!
Madison re-enters and mounts the fallen King with vicious open-handed strikes, each one echoing as Isaiah covers up in a guard!
SEB snarls at King to fight her off!
…King snarls and shoves Dyson off!
JC: Clearly that sense of competition is bringing something out of both these men!
BG: But they’re not in competition with each other, Jacko! They need to work together!
Dyson rolls backwards out of the shove… And tags in Dolly again.
Dolly springboards off the top rope!
FLYING DDT! SPIKES ISAIAH INTO THE MAT!
JC: Oh my GOD! What a maneuver!
Isaiah forces himself to his knees, but he's staggering now. Breathing heavy. Head down.
Dolly hooks the leg!
1!
2!
THR-NO! SEB charges in and breaks it up!
SEB backpedals toward the ropes before the official even starts counting, but again says something at King, clearly wanting his partner to get in gear.
…King, despite just having gotten his head drilled into the mat, snorts angrily…
Dolly backs toward the ropes! She goes for a spinning heel kick!
…NO!
Isaiah ducks! Dolly spins through the air, dizzy on her kick…
As Isaiah scoops her into the air!
GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!
The crowd erupts as the ring shakes. Madison screams in frustration from the corner…
Isaiah rolls toward his corner… cradling his skull… He snorts, looking like he wants to crawl over for the cov-
NO! SEB smacks his partner’s back!
JC: THE EMPIRE IS IN!
Isaiah snorts furiously from the mat, but SEB is already over the ropes and moving!
Dolly dizzily rises from the mat… Straight into SEB’s grip!
GERMAN SUPLEX! Dolly’s back SPLATS against the mat!
Dyson, sensing momentum turning, charges through the ropes toward SEB…
But SEB arm drags her to the mat!
SEB kips up back to his feet!
Dolly charges SEB… But SEB kicks Dolly into Madison!
And then dropkicks both!
SEB! SEB! SEB! SEB!
JC: SEB’s in this match and it looks like that time on the apron has given him a lot of time to plan his attack!
The crowd surges with energy. Dolly and Dyson both stumble into opposite neutral corners to catch their breath!
Sebastian, firing on all cylinders, runs the ropes — running knee to Dolly’s face in the corner!
SEB turns toward the other corner! STINGER SPLASH! Dyson crumples to the mat.
JC: The Empire is ROLLING!
…Dolly pounds her fists against the mat, and shoves herself to her feet…
SEB pulls Dyson off the mat… He Irish whips her toward the ropes! Looking for an EMPIRE KICK!
…
NO! Dolly lunges from behind SEB, delivering a spinning heel kick!
But Dolly pulls herself up, lip bloodied but eyes still burning. She lunges from behind with a spinning heel kick — SEB crumples to one knee with a grunt!
Madison still running from the Irish whip, charges SEB!
She darts forward…
SNAP DDT!
The sound of Sebastian’s skull hitting canvas echoes like a gunshot!
Madison throws herself across him, hooking the leg deep!
…But she’s not the legal man!
JC: Incredible! In that chaotic sequence, the official kept track that Dolly’s the legal man!
Madison groans at the pencilneck geek refusing to count, as she pulls an exhausted Dolly over SEB!
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Somehow, SEB kicks out! Madison slaps the mat in fury!
JC: So close! Dolly and Dyson nearly had it won there! But SEB keeps his team’s dream alive!
BG: But, until SEB and King actually start working together, right now, it only feels like a matter of time!
…Madison grunts frustrated, as the official counts for her to get back in her corner…
Dyson grabs Dolly by the arm and drags her to her team’s corner. Then grabs the tag rope and tags herself in!
JC: That’s one way to shut an official up!
Madison re-enters the ring and yanks back SEB’s arms into a surfboard stretch. Her teeth are bared in effort and cruelty alike, leaning back until her boots dig into his spine.
SEB’s face twists—not in agony, but focus. He doesn’t shout. He doesn't wince. He breathes, shallow and tight. His eyes flick to Isaiah, whose finally pulled himself off the apron and grabbed the tag rope!
BG: I dunno if he’s ready to act like a teammate, but King’s ready to tag in for SEB!
JC: Ya gotta remember, Brody! King has been on the Winning WarGames team the last two years in a row! If anyone can excel in a team environment, it’s Isaiah King! But he’s gotta be willing!
Madison transitions into an abdominal stretch, wrenching Sebastian’s body sideways and digging her elbow into his ribs with each small jerk of her shoulder!
SEB shakes his head slightly, grimacing through the pain. He plants his foot. Adjusts his base.
The official hovers over SEB, asking if he wants to submit!
SEB’s arm shakes! Dyson applies more and more torque!
King snarls, ordering SEB not to tap out!
…
SEB…
SEB!
…
SEB breaks the hold outta nowhere!
JC: Wow! Incredible strength by SEB! He didn’t even escape, he just snapped Dyson’s grip apart!
…SEB tries to dive for his corner…
But Dyson catches him with a boot to the gut! She lifts SEB into SnowPlow position…
DEAD!
BITCH!
WALKIN’!
…
NO! SEB wriggles free!
The crowd pops! Dyson spins around, as SEB springs off the ropes—
EMPIRE KICK!
…
CONNECTS!
JC: OH MY GOD! THIS ONE MIGHT BE OVER!
BG: Not only that! But if SEB pins Dyson, he becomes the new X-Treme champion!
The explosive impact sends Madison flipping backward, landing flat on her back.
…SEB collapses onto his side, cradling his gut!
JC: SEB took a lot of damage from that barrage from Dolly and Dyson… But can he make the cover and end this match!
Dyson faces up at the mic… Her eyes blink wildly, like her body’s twitching unconscious… SEB He groans, one hand clutching his side, the other dragging himself toward her, crawling with one arm…
SEB rolls across her, hooking the leg deep!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-DOLLY WITH THE SAVE!
JC: Dolly Waters just saved Madison Dyson’s X-Treme title reign!
BG: But the tag titles are still up for grabs! As is the X-Treme for that matter!
A diving dropkick to SEB’s ribs sends him tumbling off Madison at the last heartbeat!
The ref orders Dolly back to the corner… Dolly grabs her tag rope and calls for Madison! King barks at SEB as he wields the tag rope himself!
Both SEB and Madison crawl—desperate, pained, half-aware—each clawing their way toward their corners.
Isaiah’s hand slaps SEB’s back just as Dolly tags herself in from Madison!
They leap in together, and the crowd surges again!
JC: DOLLY vs ISAIAH, ROUND TWO.
BG: It’s a lot more than round two! These two really might fight forever, Jacko!
Dolly fires first — spinning mule kick!
CONNECTS! …But Isaiah absorbs it and answers with a…
Rolling elbow! Dolly is sent bouncing off the ropes!
JC: These two aren’t even dodging, they’re taking the other’s worst, hoping their opponent drops first!
Dolly rebounds off King’s elbow with a…
SPRINGBOARD DDT!
…
NO! Isaiah catches her in mid-air and turns it into a…
SNAP SUPLEX!
…No Dolly flips up and over!
Dolly hooks her arms around Isaiah’s waist from behind!
…But Isaiah executes a standing switch!
GERMAN SUPLEX!
…
NO!
Dolly flips, lands on her feet again, and dives into the back of Isaiah’s knee!
CHOP BLOCK!
Sharp and sudden — Isaiah folds forward, momentarily stunned, down on one knee!
JC: Oh no! King looks vulnerable! Can the tag champs secure their belts right here and now!
Dolly backs into the corner, chest heaving, eyes wide with adrenaline and danger. She’s lining up something devastating.
But the buzz in the crowd shifts.
They notice before she does.
Big Preesh and Herschel Kiss, enforcers under the cold authority of Warfare General Manager Peter Principle, step onto the stage.
JC: Oh no! What the hell are these two doing here?!?
Both Preesh and Kiss men wear expressions that are unreadable — uniforms crisp, eyes cold. They were sunglasses and suits, looking like a plus-size secret service…
JC: These morons are under the orders of Peter Principle! They’re up to no good!
BG: Baseless accusation, Jacko! These guys are probably just looking for the popcorn cart!
The match doesn't stop — but everyone notices.
Even Dolly hesitates, her eyes flicking toward the ramp, confusion etched across her face, as Preesh and Kiss plod toward the ring.
…SEB on the apron peers at them, also confused…
Dolly grits her teeth, shoves the distraction from her mind, and locks eyes with Madison, who just crawled back upright onto the apron.
Dolly points to one side of the ring! Madison, ever hungry for chaos, seems to be salivating! She vaults the ropes and meets Dolly mid-ring. They nod. A wicked glint in both of their eyes!
Across the canvas, Isaiah King is just rising from that chop block… dazed, chest heaving…
Perfect!
From the apron! SEB calls out to King to watch out… But King still rises straight into the line of fire!
JC: Oh my God! If the champs are lining up what I think they’re lining up, King’s about to get put down for the 3!
BG: Three?!? If Dolly and Madison are both going to hit their finishers on King, you could count to 300 and he won’t get up!
The champions charge—Dolly from the right, Madison from the left.
American History Yikes! Running Waters!
Two worlds of destruction collide, perfectly timed!
…
……
But SEB LAUNCHES himself in from the apron!
He barrels into King from behind, just as the attacks are about to land. King is taken off his feet and both men crash to the mat!
With no target!
Dolly’s Shining Wizard hits air, her momentum sending her tumbling sideways.
Madison’s Running boot! meets nothing but canvas!
Both champs crash and burn, rolling off in opposite directions!
JC: Incredible timing by SEB saving his partner! If he was off by even a split-second, he would’ve gotten his head taken off!
Dolly ends up near the ropes, blinking hard, arms trembling as she tries to push herself upright. Her legs shake beneath her.
Isaiah pushes up to one knee. Sweat and grit run down his face—but his eyes are alive with that old fire.
SEB retreats to the apron at the referee’s firm demand, hands up—but watching.
As Isaiah spins across the ring!
WHAM!
Royal Verdict!
Dolly’s head snaps to the side as Isaiah’s discus punch lands flush. She drops like a marionette with cut strings!
Isaiah throws himself into the cover!
ONE!
Madison shakes off cobwebs… She goes to scramble to break up the pin…
But Big Preesh and Herschel Kiss each grab one of her ankles from outside the ring!
JC: No! These clowns are screwing the champs!
TWO!
SEB dives halfway in, ready to intercept, not even seeing the interlopers interference!
Madison shrieks in disbelief, caught in place. She kicks wildly—nails Preesh with one foot, Kiss with the other—crack-crack across both of their jaws!
But—
THREE!
The bell rings.
DING DING DING!
WINNERS AND NEEEEEEEEEEEW XWF TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS: SEBASTIAN EVERETT-BRYCE AND ISAIAH KING!
JC: Absolutely disgusting, Brody! Peter Principle’s lackeys just ruined a five-star classic AND screwed the tag champs out of their belts!
BG: Take no credit away from SEB and King! They took the best that Dolly and Dyson had and withstood every bit of it! And THAT’S why they’re the tag champs now, Jacko!
BACKSTAGE AT FENWAY
BACK OUTSIDE THADDEUS DUKE’S OFFICE
The camera hovers outside of Thad's office... Catching traces of a conversation through the door...
”Yessir, I understand why you’re angry…”
…
”No, I don’t think that…”
…
……
”Actually, sir, I was hoping we could revisit that…”
…
”Because, see… Earlier you said we had to keep Dolly because she was an active champion… But now, she’s…”
…
”...Never, sir…?”
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”...Not while you’re around, sir?”
…
……
………
”...Yes, of course. I’ll… uh… leave you to prepare.”
”...Good l-.”
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”...Oh, of course, I’ll… uh… see myself out..”
…The door slowly opens.
”...Open or clo-?.”
Before Peter can even ask, the door slams behind him.
…
Peter snorts frustratedly.
Before walking down the hall again.
Early In Tha Day.
It opens to see THUGS simply chilling out by the Big Concourse area, signing autographs and taking pictures with the fans. Some time passes, we see Reggie buying a box of pizza for the trio in the terminal area, and they eat by the tables where it was slightly sectioned off for them. As they sat and ate some pizza, they see one of the XWF producers coming to them with some news.
XWF Producer: Hey THUGS I wanted to let you know, that you guys have to get ready in ten minutes for your match against American Storm, Bash told me this.
T: What? I thought we aren’t gonna be on until after the tag match passes? What does he want to know exactly?
XWF Producer: He just want you guys to be at the Thaddeus Postion before then, he has to make sure to clarify something.
JB: Clarify what?... not like we need to be told how to wrestle.
As the lanky, mid 20s year old producer left in a huff, they eat they pizza, as they get some beers to drink. Then they see a woman pro wrestling interviewer, who looked like Alicia Atout who came up to the trio with her crew to talk to them.
Minnie: Hello, this is Minnie from Pro Wrestling Syndicate, and here I managed to find the elusive THUGS who grace our arena here tonight, do you guys have thoughts about your tag contendership for the Anarchy tag titles?
Reggie: On behalf of the gang, we aren’t worried. Hell, they wanted us to get to the Thad position to plan out shit, when in reality we are as unfiltered as can be. Contenderships aren’t as mad of importance to us. All we see is just us kicking American Storm’s asses in a baseball area.
Minnie: I hear that Razor and Latoya are a huge team on XWF radar, do you think you all have what it takes to take them on?
Reggie: Well… JB, you got anything to say?
JB nodded no, and drank his natty lite in a can, and Tommy was focused on the monitor by the wall watching previous baseball games that was hosted in the arena.
Reggie: Well lets put it like this, while they are the knock off brand of what Bash would put on TV…we are as real as we can be, we are pretty much going to war. War for belts that JB and T been promised since god knows when. We might be in line for the shot, but realistically like we said we aren’t too pressed on metal on our bodies, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to take the opportunity to break the Anarchy Tag scene down. We are the bulls, and the Storms are the Matadors who need to get rammed in the culos until they surrender. Any more questions?
Minnie: I do, in fact to Tommy, do you think you gonna hit the Fetish Lock on Latoya? I hear that is your favorite move to do towards the women wrestlers in XWF.
Then T puts down his can of beer and looks at her.
T: It’s now known as F-Locker, due to legal issues, and i may or may not make her tap out like if im Perc Angle, the main thing is… well, if you see my matches… lets say it’ll make you question what goes on in my head in the ring. I can get wild, I can get technical, however they want to play it… I just do what I want to do.
Minnie: What do you mean by that?
T then said nothing else, as he went back to eating his pizza and watching old reruns of baseball games on the TV mounted on the wall. JB simply said nothing, as he was eating his pizza, and signing people’s autographs who passed by. Then Minnie decides to leave the trio alone to close off her interview.
Minnie: Well, that was quite interesting from the THUGS, well we are going back to the ring to see them in action, I am Minnie from the PWS, see you next time!
From there, it cuts back to the commentators.
JC: Folks, this next match is going to be a slobber-knocker! We’ve got two teams that are absolutely HUNGRY to take the top titles in the Anarchy Tag division!
BG: But only one is taking on the champs! The Anarchy Tags will be on the line later tonight, Scoops McGeeGee vs Them No Good Bastards… But right now, we’re finding out the next team in line to challenge for the throne!
Latoya Hixx’s music hits, and she makes her way to the ramp. The capacity crowd in Boston is on their feet!
JC: American Storm has been chasing their first title for a long while in the XWF! Latoya came *hauntingly* close to pulling off the upset of the century over Revolution champion, “King” Justin York!
BG: Storm’s ready, Jacko! They’re focused! They’re locked in! They’re ready to prove they’ve got what it takes to carry the Anarchy tag division to new heights!
JC: But to do that, they’ve got to beat an Anarchy INSTITUTION! A team that’s been around longer than the Anarchy brand itself!
When The Storm is Coming hits Latoya Hixx and Razor Blade appear. The crowd 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.
…
We the X-Tron come to life with the words THUGS in red font, and smoke comes out of the stage
JC: And here they are! The THUGS! Since Anarchy started as a brand, the THUGs have been campaigning for a tag division, a chance to dominate Thursday Nights as a unit!
BG: And something’s special about Thursday nights, Jacko! It’s easy to forget, but the THUGs BEAT Them No Good Bastards on Anarchy while they were in the middle of one of the most dominant tag reigns in XWF history!
JC: The THUGs are synonymous with Thursday Night tags, Brody! It was only a matter of time for them to throw their hats into the Anarchy tag conversation. But can they weather the American Storm tonight?
The camera sees Tommy and Reggie coming out first trash talking to the camera, then JB follows behind as he raises his fist in the air as they walk down to the ring. At the ramp area, Tommy and JB smack talk some people, and they both climb to the ring and enter it and bask in the mixed reactions as their theme cuts off.
…
Razor and Latoya talk strategy in their corner, planning how they foresee the match going… After a brief conversation, Razor comes out first…
In the THUGs corner is JB, Tommy… And Reggie!
JC: What’s going on there, Brody! This is clearly supposed to be a two-on-two match, but all three THUGs are out here!
BG: Freebird rules, Jacko! They’re just picking which two guys are going to compete! Which makes them dangerous and malleable!
Reggie hammers his fist against his chest twice before aerodynamically front-flipping into the ring. John Black grabs the tag rope… Tommy shrugs and drops to the floor.
JC: Alright, this match is starting off with the Pride and Joy of the Blade Wrestling Family, Razor Blade versus the Charismatic Enigma that once wrestled under the name Wrestler82… Reggie Estrada!
Razor Blade and Latoya Hixx
- vs -
The T.H.U.G.S. #1 Contender to Anarchy Tag Titles
Reggie grins with arrogant flair, popping his shoulders and winking at a heckling fan.
Razor glares across the ring, his face hardening with patriotic resolve. He nods once, pounding his chest like a war drum.
JC: I don’t think you could start a match off with two more different competitors, Brody! Razor is dialed in to the eleventh degree and Reggie looks like he’s more interested in what the crowd has to say than his opponent!
BG: Don’t be fooled for a second, Jackie! Reggie’s a three-time X-Treme champion, and he’s gotten those belts by catching people off-guard! The moment you think Reggie’s vulnerable is when he’s most dangerous!
…Razor offers a collar-and-elbow tie-up with Reggie.
Reggie smirks, like ‘how quaint’, and raises his arms to accommodate him!
Razor reaches forw-
SMAAAAAAAAACK! Reggie SLAPS Razor across the face!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The crowd gasps!
JC: What a start by Reggie Estrada! Disrespectful!
BG: But tactically intriguing, Jacko! Razor *and* Latoya both have dropped their fair share of matches due to their temper problems! Reggie is trying to get them out of their gameplan earlier by pissing them off!
JC: Bold strategy, Brody! But will it backfire?
Razor reels, hand on his cheek eyes wide in disbelief, rage bubbling to the surface.
Reggie cackles, his arms are back to raised… He even checks his six for a second, like what, did someone else slap you? Lemme help you find the guy!
…Razor snarls furiously! As Reggie is still laughing…
Razor rushes him like an Olympic sprinter! Reggie’s caught on the backfoot!
As Razor scoops Reggie off his feet…
SNAP POWERSLAM! The ring rattles! The crowd cheers for American Storm!
JC: Wow! If Reggie’s gameplan was to infuriate Razor into losing focus… I think it did the opposite! Razor is now 100% committed to breaking Reggie in half!
John Black smacks the turnbuckle pad, as Tommy calls to Estrada to stop messing around!
Reggie arches his back in pain, face twisted… Razor doesn’t even think about a pin, instead mounting Estrada, looking to follow up the attack with mounted punches…
But Reggie surges his back off the ground, and wraps his arms around Razor’s neck, judo-throwing him over!
JC: Oh, so nooooow, Reggie wants to grapple!
Razor somersaults, landing on his feet through the throw, spinning back towards Reggie…
But Reggie kips back up onto his feet… Razor runs forward as Reggie…
Spins through the air with a lucha libre flair!
SPINNING HEEL KICK!
…
Is ducked by Razor!
JC: Wow! This looks like a brand new Razor Blade!
BG: Fresh out the pack!
Reggie manages to land on his feet from the wild kick…
But Razor executes a textbook leg sweep, taking Reggie off his feet!
Reggie tries to scramble off the mat from the grip of Blade… But Blade manages to mount Estrada from behind, seeking a sleeper hold!
Blade’s bicep wraps around Estrada’s throat like a python!
JC: Wow, Brody! I think the THUGs thought this match would be a homecoming, but minus one slap, it’s been all American Storm thus far!
BG: You “minus” that one slap, I think we’re looking at a very different match, Jacko! What a miscalculation by Reggie Estrada!
Reggie’s arms flail as he tries to escape Razor’s grip, his face contorting in panic… Razor shifts his stance, widening his feet to keep his center of gravity low… keeping Reggie in the center of the ring *AND* facing the American Storm corner, so Reggie can’t even see his teammates…
The official asks if Reggie wants to submi-
Swip! In a split-second, Reggie’s contorted himself downward, slipping out of Razor’s grip!
And backward-somersaults through Razor’s legs into his corner!
JC: What an escape by Reggie Estrada!
BG: Three-time X-Treme champ, Jacko! He’s used to slipping away from attacks!
Reggie, sweat on his brow, smacks John Black’s extended arm.
Black nods once, stepping through the ropes like a force of nature.
His expression is grim, focused, brooding.
JC: John Black is an XWF Legend! He has a victory on his record over one-time King of the XWF, Johnny Madison, one of the most dominant competitors in XWF history!
BG: But you don’t win any matches by reading your resume, Jacko! He has some impressive wins in the past, but if Black wants a win tonight? He’s gotta beat his opponent tonight!
Razor spins around, perplexed by Estrada’s slipperiness but ready to face his partn-
WHAM! John’s big frame hides a deceptively quick competitor as Black quick-steps forward like a boxer closing the distance!
Before Razor can even raise his arms, John’s throwing body haymakers, ratting Razor’s ribs!
JC: Black learned to fight at the school of hard knocks!
BG: And he’s knocking Razor for a loop out there!
Indeed, Razor’s stumbling around the ring, his face twisted in shock from these punches…
John reels back, aiming an uppercut to take Razor off his feet!
…
But Razor slips to the side! John turns to keep attacking his opponent…
But Razor leaps up…
And delivers a dropkick straight into Black’s chest!
Black steps back a step!
…
BUT REMAINS ON HIS FEET! Taking the dropkick without ceding an inch!
JC: John Black is TOUGH as NAILS!
Razor tries to shove his way off the mat after that dropkick, but Black surges forward, wrapping him in a front-facelock…
DDT! Razor’s head is SNAPPED straight onto the mat!
The crowd cheers for Blade, trying to get him to rally as Black turns his opponent over onto the mat and hooks the leg!
The official counts!
1!
2!
THR-Blade kicks out!
JC: That could’ve been it right there! Storm’s gotta find a way to recover!
Razor rubs his scalp, clearly going to feel that DDT tomorrow… And the next few days after…
Black cranks his neck, like that pin was a work break and he’s ready to get back at it.
As Blade works his way up to one knee, Black wraps his bicep around his throat, looking for a rear-naked choke!
JC: Uh-oh! Now Razor might get submitted in the center of the ring!
Estrada from the apron, and Tommy from the outside, both clap for JB to finish him off!
Hixx barks at Razor to fight out, smacking the turnbuckle pad to rally him!
The crowd claps along with Latoya’s smacking!
JC: This crowd is trying to will American Storm back into this one!
Razor struggles, jaw clenched, fists shaking as the crowd chants for him to fight out.
With sheer grit, he delivers an elbow to Black’s gut!
A second!
A thi-
Black drives his hip into Blade’s gut! Blade doubles over…
JC: Black trying to end Blade’s comeback before it can start…
Black then hooks Blade into a front-facelock for another D-
Blade slips out of his grip, and snatches Black in a sidemount!
RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Black goes tumbling ass over teakettle into his corner!
The crowd pops as Blade dives, tagging in…
“THE STORM” Latoya Hixx!
JC: Oh my! A storm’s a brewin’ and it’s headed straight for the THUGs!
Latoya climbs through the ropes like she’s entering battle. Her face is pure fire, lips curled in a sneer.
Black pushes himself off the mat, just as Latoya charges in!
Black expertly catches Latoya as she runs, trying to lift her into a…
SCOOP SLAM!
…
Reversed! Latoya drops off the back of Black’s shoulders!
Black spins around…
Annd Latoya, with the greatest of ease, scoops the massive Black off his feet!
FALLAWAY SLAM!
Black goes hurdling like a man thrown from a moving car into his corner!
BG: Black just got thrown back into his corner like yesterday’s garbage!
Hixx flexes and shouts, “YEEEEEEAH!!”
STORM IS COMING! *clap clap clapclapclap*
STORM IS COMING! *clap clap clapclapclap*
BG: This crowd wants this so bad for American Storm!
JC: Well, if they want it, they better chant for Latoya to get back to it! Black’s almost in his corner!
Indeed, Latoya’s celebration lasts too long. John, winded but aware, rolls to his corner and taps in Reggie again!
Reggie flips back over the ropes! Latoya sneers confidently!
JC: Latoya looking like she’s not taking Estrada very seriously!
BG: Why would she? She just beat the bigger guy! What’s the littler guy gonna do?
Reggie charges Hixx, but The Storm catches him in his mitts! She converts into a front facelock…
And lifts him up for a suplex!
…
Holds it…
…
Hoooooooooolds it!
…
Hixx lets loose one hand and beckons for the crowd!
STORM IS COMING! *clap clap clapclapclap*
STORM IS COMING! *clap clap clapclapclap*
JC: My God! The sheer strength of Latoya Hixx!
Hixx flattens her hand, indicating that’s enough applause.
She goes to finish the DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX!
…
But Reggie drops off the back and onto his feet!
JC: Wow! Reggie counters?!? How can he even stand after all that blood rushed to his head!
BG: When you’ve done as many whippets as Estrada has, you don’t worry too much about blood flow to the noggin!
Hixx tries to spin around to face Estr-
But quickly than the narrator can finish that sentence, Estrada DROPKICKS Hixx from behind!
She colldies face-first into a neutral turnbuckle!
Her face bounces off it, stunned. Hixx spins around woozy! Reggie grins and looks back at his corner, drawing a thumb across his neck!
JC: We’ve seen this before! Reggie’s gonna end it!
Latoya woozily turns around!
As Reggie leaps off the mat!
REG-KO! (RKO)
…
Is countered!
Hixx, with her great strength, holds Reggie’s leaping body in the air…
He hovers, like gravity forgot him, in Latoya’s hands…
UNTIL SHE SLAMS HIM AGAINST THE MAT!
URANAGE!
Both competitors collapse onto the mat exhausted as the crowd rises to its feet!
…
Latoya starts to stir first! Crawling arm over arm to her corner… Razor extends his hand…
The official turns to face Razor’s corner, watching for the exact moment of the tag!
…But behind his back, Tommy tugs on Black’s leg!
Suddenly, Wish drops to the floor and Tommy climbs up on the apron!
JC: What’s this?!? Wish has decided he wants to be in this match? That’s against the rules!
BG: Freebird rules! They can swap out!
JC: That applies to before the match starts! NOT after the bell rings!
BG: Are you sure? Maybe you should double check the rulebook!
While the ref’s back is still turned and Reggie’s still a few feet from his corner… Wish claps his hands! Blind tag!
Tommy slides in, full of fresh energy, his scummy grin stretching ear to ear.
Razor sees this behind the official’s back and barks at him to officiate!
Latoya tries to dive into her corner to tag Razor!
…But Wish catches her by the waist!
…The official scratches his head, wondering what happened… But lets it continue!
JC: What?!? He’s letting this farce go on?!?
BG: The XWF officiating team, everybody!
Latoya turns around and shoves Wish away… But, when she sees Wish in the ring, Hixx furrows her brow in confusion, unsure what the hell’s going on!
BG: Hixx wondering what the hell Tommy Wish is doing in the ring all of a sudden!
JC: That makes two of us, Brody!
Tommy takes advantage of her hesitation!
FOREARM SMASH TO THE FACE!
Hixx’s skull rocks backwards, as Wish wraps his arms around the back of her head for a…
Sitout Jawbreaker!
The ref hesitates, unsure who the legal man is. Razor is screaming from the apron, pointing at Tommy. The official holds his hands up, trying to keep track.
Tommy drags Latoya to the center of the ring by her ankle, looking for a Fetish Lock F-Locker…
But Hixx wriggles her ankle out of Wish’s grip, booting Tommy in the stomach!
Razor extends his hand, desperate to keep his team’s hopes alive!
But as Wish falls back toward his corner, Reggie claps again and leaps into the action!
JC: I think it’s been three minutes since the THUGs have actually tagged in and out of this match!
BG: Regardless, Reggie’s back in and Tommy’s no longer the legal man!
JC: He was never the “legal” man in the first place! He shouldn’t have been in this match!
Razor howls at the official, but keeps desperately stretching his arm for Latoya to tag him in!
Reggie, now the “legal?” man, runs at Razor and knocks him off the apron! Razor crashes to the floor, clutching his ribs.
Latoya turns, dazed, looking for a…
DISCUS PUNCH!
…
Miss!
Hixx spins around… as Reggie leaps for a…
REG-KO!
BG: Reg-KO! From outta nowhere!
Reggie hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Winners: The T..H.U.G.s
The moment the bell rings in, Razor charges in from outside, furious to keep fighting this fight!
But once the bell’s rung, the THUGs are quick to roll out and scatter up the ramp!
The THUGs leave through the crowd, laughing, mocking the crowd and their opponents. Reggie flips off a fan wearing an ‘American Storm’ shirt, before doing the Reggie Miller choke gesture back at the ring where Razor is checking on Latoya.
JC: What an absolute joke! The THUGs just made a mockery of tag-team wrestling! American Storm could’ve won this match if it weren’t for the damn Numbers Game!
BG: That’s your opinion, Jacko! The fact is, the THUGs won! They beat American Storm! And they are now the #1 contenders for the Anarchy Tag Team Championships!
JC: Up next we have the XWF Television Championship match with the new champ Lucy Wylde taking on “Cavortin’” Jake Borden. What are we thinking about this one, Brody?
BG: Oh man, this title has been passed around a bit lately. I think she’s lookin’ to settle down, find herself a champ like the Nickleman and hopefully build some of her prestige back.
JC: What do you mean?
BG: Right now The belt’s a hot potato, and it’s hard to say what’s gonna happen in the Television title picture from week to week. Could Lucy be primed to rattle off a string of defenses? Sure. But Jake Borden has also been white hot as of late. This may be his night.
JC: So you’re saying it’s about 50/50 as to who is going to walk out of this one-?
BG: Oh no. Smart money is on Lucy Wylde to show up and show out tonight. She’s got all of the talent in the world. It was only a matter of time before she gained traction here.
JC: I don’t know, Brody. There’s myself, and a few tens of thousands of people surrounding us here in Fenway Park that would love to see Jake Borden cavort his way off of the field tonight with the TV title around his waist!
BG: Speak of the Dancin’ Devil…
Jake Borden appears at the top of the ramp to a raucous cheer and thunderous applause. He’s a bit taken aback by the moment, having seemingly the entire field start a Jake chant in unison. He shuffles his way down the ramp, doing his best to soak in the moment and not show that his nerves are in overdrive.
JC: Ahh, there he is. The challenger!
BG: The 19 year old man born in November of 64.
JC: Awh, come on, Brodes. You ain’t got to do my buddy Jake like that!
BG: I’m not doing anything, Jack. I’m reading your notes.
Jake somehow stumbles his way up the stairs and catches himself on the ropes, which to the crowd appears as though he has spun toward them to strike a pose. Flashbulbs from phone cameras light up the Boston night leaving Mr. Borden mesmerized by all of the love these future people are showing him.
JC: You have got to know that somewhere, Jake’s Meemaw is watching, and she has to be so proud.
BG: You mean from her nursing home in the “1970’s”.
JC: Yip!
BG: So she’s watching tonight’s Rebellion… live… 50 years ago.
JC: Hey man, time travel is weird. Best not to think too hard on these things.
Borden climbs through the ropes and into the ring where the referee checks him over. He’s sweating bullets beneath the bright spotlights as he listens to the instructions carefully, nods his head nervously, and makes his way over to his corner to await the champ.
BG: Well I hope Meemaw is all topped up on her nitroglycerine pills. Because the channel her little Jakey-poo is stuck on tonight is going to be most painful for her to watch.
JC: Oh I’m sure fans from every decade have their eyeballs glued to their CRTs, Transistor Tube TVs, and hell, there might even be some listening in through morse code!
BG: Ugh.
JC: Do you know how to say ‘Hi’ in morse code, Brody?
BG: Yes. Let me use my fist to pound it into your face so you don’t forget.
JC: No thank you!
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.
BG: And now here is the reigning, and what she hopes will be the defending Television Champion herself. Professional Wrestling Royalty in her own right. The one and only Lucy Wylde!
JC: I’ve got to agree with you, Brody. And listen to these fans! They love them some Jake, but they love them some Lucy, too! I think no matter who wins tonight, the fans are the real winners here. Which is unfortunate.
BG: I mean, it all depends on the fight for me. I’ve got to see the fire from Jake tonight. I’ve got to see him take it to her like he really wants that title. Everyone already knows that Lucy can throw down.
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.
JC: She can and she will, no doubt. But Lucy has had her struggles along the way to reach this point, too. As a former Tag Team Champion she’s been through the highs and lows of a typical XWF rookie campaign.
BG: And what do you mean by that?
JC: I mean, there were some of us who thought she’d make it a bit further in the Ides of March tournament for starters. It was a shock to see her upset in the first round like that.
BG: That was a trap match, and you know it.
JC: Oh, and like, “Cavortin’” Jake Borden doesn’t fit that bill?
BG: Listen. Lucy is a professional in that ring. Was TP an upset? Sure. But after suffering through that once, it’s all the more reason that Wylde will take Borden seriously. I don’t see how she can afford not to.
JC: Well, she is dating the boss, so…
BG: What does that have to do with anything?
JC: Nothing. I simply think she’ll be okay either way is what I’m saying.
Lucy and Jake meet at the center of the ring for the referee to hold the Television title up to the crowd. The two of them shake hands and wish each other luck before making their way back to their respective corners to await the opening bell.
JC: The official hands the belt off to the ring attendant, the bell has sounded and fifteen minutes is on the clock!
BG: You think she knows what fifteen minutes feels like?
JC: Enough, Brody!
The two approach the center and Jake reaches up like he wants a test of strength. Lucy smirks and puts her hands on her hips. Jake begs her to test. Lucy chuckles and looks out at the crowd then points to Jake’s raised hand and they pop. Lucy shrugs and goes for his hand, but immediately locks him in a wristlock which takes him to the mat wincing in pain.
BG: Well that was quite rude if you ask me.
JC: Nobody did. Ask him, ref!
BG: …it’s a wristlock!
JC: Stranger things have happened!
As Jake starts yelping out in far too much pain, the fans get behind him urging his comeback. He fights, almost hulking up as he rises from the mat. He works his way to his knees, then one knee, then to a vertical base and reverses the wristlock into a hammerlock. He wrenches for just a moment then Lucy quickly flips, spins, reverses the hammer lock into an arm twist that sends Borden to the mat where Wylde locks in a devastating atomic arm bar much to Jake’s chagrin.
BG: She pulled his hair, ref!
JC: No, no she didn’t.
BG: Well… she thought about it.
Again, Jake powers up and gets to his feet. Using his superior strength, he pushes her back against the ropes and slings her to the far side. On the rebound, he doubles himself over and Lucy hits the brakes, sending a kick to his midsection before planting him into the mat with a DDT.
JC: Hook the leg, twoooo and NO!
BG: Jake kicked out at two but that was much closer than I thought it’d be!
JC: DDT’s were a lot more devastating in…
BG: Wherever the hell he’s from.
JC: Just under twelve minutes left on the clock here.
Lucy gets back to her feet and lifts Borden to his, sending him to the corner. She follows him in and delivers a knife edge chop to the customary woo from the crowd. Then another and another before Jake grabs her by the shoulders and thrusts her into the corner. He goes to chop her back but stops just an inch or so from her chest.
BG: What the hell? Chop her back, Borden!
JC: He can’t do it!
BG: What do you mean? Sure he can!
JC: Her chest is right there!
BG: …
JC: She’s a woman, Brody! He doesn’t wanna chop her chest!
BG: This guy…
JC: Is a gentleman!
Lucy sends a knee to his midsection, once again halting his comeback attempt. Grabbing him by his head, she slips up onto the top rope and leaps off, taking Borden to the mat with a tornado DDT but neglects to go for a cover.
BG: That decision could cost her!
Lucy steps through the ropes as Borden tries to climb to his feet. As he gets upright, she uses the ropes as a catapult and springboard to vault into the ring. Borden catches her though and slams her to the mat in defense. He staggers backward and nearly gets himself tangled in the ropes.
Returning his focus to Lucy Wylde, he helps her to her feet, scoops her up and body slams her to the mat then cringes away.
BG: What the hell is his problem tonight?
JC: She’s a woman, Brody. We’ve been over this!
BG: So? He… oh. OHHHH. Because he had to touch her…
JC: Lady parts, yes. Jake with the coverrrr…
BG: That was quick.
JC: Lucy kicks out at zero.
Jake admonishes the referee over the speed of his zero count. Borden gets back to his feet and pulls Lucy to hers then lifts her up and slams her to the mat in a very nice, old school vertical suplex.
JC: Coverrrr Lucy kicks at one!
BG: Who wins with a suplex, Jake? It’s not nineteen eigh– oh. Right.
Borden back to his feet, brings Lucy to hers and sends her to the ropes with a Scottish whip. On the rebound, Lucy takes him to the mat with a vicious spear that folds lil Jake Borden like a cheap suit. He clutches his midsection and rolls to the outside asking Lucy “how could you!?”
JC: *laughing* Jake just killing me tonight.
BG: He was nice to her and she treats him like this!?
JC: Just over eight minutes left in this Television title match!
Borden rolls to his feet on the floor, clutching his ribs with his back to the ring. Inside the ring, Lucy bounces off the far side ropes, gains a head of steam and launches herself over the top rope with…
JC: Tope Suicida!
BG: Aww poor Jake!
JC: Shades of…
BG: Mister Thaddeus Wylde!
JC: He wouldn’t be offended, honestly.
Lucy is to her feet and begins to pull Jake to his. She sets him up for a piledriver but he reverses, sending up and over to the floor. Borden is torn momentarily, concerned for Lucy on one hand and concerned about the countout on the other. Borden begins to lift Wylde up, but abandons that plan and slides himself into the ring. On the floor, Lucy begins to get up under her own power then heads back to the apron. As she climbs up…
JC: What a gentleman!
BG: Holdin’ the rope for his opponent? Damn that boy got it bad!
Jake steps through the ropes and sits on the middle rope, holding it down for Lucy to enter. He gets up a hair too soon and as Lucy steps in, the rope nut taps Borden.
JC: Oooof!
BG: Ouch!
JC: Lucy takes advantage! SCHOOL BOY! One! TWOOOOOO! NO! Jake kicks out at two!
BG: Never be kind to your opponent!
JC: It’s kinda charming.
BG: Listen, Jack. I ain’t got time for your worthless chime ins. He could do better anyway. Lucy Wylde a terlet baby.
Lucy springs back to her feet. Borden struggles to his, unaware of his current surroundings as the nut tap pain still courses through his body. Borden turns and Lucy nails him with…
JC: Fury Brand!
BG: The hell..? Fury what?
JC: Cover by Wylde, twoooo and NO! Borden kicks again as we tick down to near five minutes remaining.
BG: Boy, Borden better get his ass in gear now! Wylde gettin’ closer and closer to wrappin’ this thang in a tidy lil bow!
Lucy is back to her feet. She measures up as Borden gets to his. She leaps as he turns to face her.
JC: Wylde Liberation!
BG: Countered!
Borden grabbed the ropes with one arm and shoved Wylde away with the other, causing her to come away empty handed. She only stays down momentarily though and Jake has to act fast. As she gets to her feet, he bolts toward her, turning her inside out with a lariat.
BG: Pin her, Jake! Ya god damn simpleton!
JC: Coverrr twooo and NO! Wylde kicks at two as the time keeps on ticking!
Jake almost panics as he sees the clock ticking toward zero on the Xtron and climbs the turnbuckles as Lucy gets up under her own power. He leaps.
JC: Double Ax Handle from the top rope!
BG: Cover her, Borden!
JC: He’s headed back to the top!
BG: Don’t bite off more than you can possibly chew, ol’ boy!
JC: Off the top!
BG: Quadruple Ax Handle!
JC: Cover by Borden! Two! Annnnnnnd NO! Wylde kicks again!
Borden gets back to his feet, thinking, searching, mentally going through his very small toolbox of moves then he has an idea!
BG: Uh oh.
JC: What?
BG: He has an idea.
Borden pulls Wylde to her feet and forces her back to the ropes, whipping her to the far side. On the rebound…
BG: Lou Thesz Press!
JC: Lucy dives down between and under his legs!
Coming up empty when he expected a takedown of Lucy Wylde gives Borden all sorts of confusion. He gets back to his feet, and turns to find Lucy Wylde…
JC: Wylde Liberation!
BG: Damn!
JC: Hook of the leg… twoooooo and three! She got him!
WINNER: Still XWF Television Champion
LUCY WYLDE
JC: Lucy Wylde takes the victory here tonight at Rebellion, securing her first Television title defense in the process!
BG: In all seriousness, look, I say a lot of things that are, you could say uncouth.
JC: I would start at uncouth and work my way up from there.
BG: Be that as it may, this Television title division is in desperate need of stability and a good, strong champion. Lucy Wylde is many times over a world champion, she’s a successful tag team wrestler. Now, I ain’t putin’ the cart before the horse, but Lucy Wylde may just be the woman to stabilize the division.
JC: Brody Goodman, I’m surprised at you.
BG: Yeah well you tell anyone I said all that nice stuff, I’ll deny it and make stuff up about you on my hotline.
JC: You still got that thing?
BG: At 9.99 a minute, you’re damn right I do.
Peter Principle sits in his office.
”Revolution SCUM… Black Rainbow SCUM… Tainting my perfect company…” Peter stews, scratching at his desk as he sits at his chair…
”Mister Principle?” His intercom buzzes…
”What, Nadine!” Peter barks rudely.
”The Klines are here to see you.”
….
Peter’s eyebrow raises curiously.
”Crimson and Solomon?”
…
”The ones facing Sarah Wolf and Marisol Vilaro tonight?”
…
”Ah yes!” Peter finally remembers! ”My crack team! The ones that will assuredly stop Black Rainbow tonight! Send them in!”
Peter’s office door opens as The Klines walk in.
Crimson Kline, former Anarchy GM, peers around…
”Nice GM office… Mine was bigger.”
”Shhh, shh, lemme just…” Peter beams with pride. ”Lemme just look atcha…”
…
”...Creepy.” Solomon clears his throat.
”So!” Peter claps his hands together. ”You two are fighting Black Rainbow tonight!”
”Really? We didn’t know.” Solomon rolls his eyes.
”Well, thank goodness you stopped by so I can tell you you are!” Peter announces, not detecting Solomon’s sarcasm at all…
”These Black Rainbow FUCKS are out to INFECT the XWF.”
Peter looks at Crimson with the utmost respect.
”If BR has their way? We’re looking at the erasure of the XWF’s history! Those legends of the past once thought to be immortal could be forgotten!”
“Like Child Cash! Larry Rock! And Stan Jackson!”
…
”...You mean Kid Money, Lee Stone, and Steve Jason?”
”Them too!” Peter nods somberly.
”You two aren’t just fighting for yourselves! Your fighting for the XWF’s past, its present…”
Peter nods toward Solomon.
”And its future.”
…Peter points at Solomon.
”You stomp out Black Rainbow? Mister Rookie of the Year campaign? You’ve got a bright future ahead of you!”
“Maybe you’ll be the first competitor to win Rookie of the Year multiple times!”
…
Solomon chuckles.
…
Nope, Peter is dead serious.
”Dismissed.”
…
Solomon and Crimson look at each other, not sure what this fool’s deal is…
Before shrugging and walking out.
Peter leans back confidently in his chair.
”Yep. Peter Principle.”
“Best pep-talker in the biz.”
The arena goes dark as The Flame That Guides Us Home by Demon Hunter plays out, a nod to Crimson Kline’s theme music.
SING, OH SERAPH, FIND THE CALM WITHIN YOUR SOUL
BRING US CLOSER TO THE FLAME THAT GUIDES US HOME
SING, OH SERAPH, FIND THE CALM WITHIN YOUR SOUL
BRING US CLOSER TO THE FLAME THAT GUIDES US HOME
A spotlight shines on the entrance way. A figure appears, clad in brown and black robes with a hood over his head, as the music fades out. In silence, he brandishes a kendo stick, fashioned to look like a blue lightsaber from Star Wars, complete with painted handle in silver and black. He drags it across the stage in front of him, as if drawing a line in the sand.
Duel of the Fates by Galactic Empire begins to play as another, taller figure emerges from behind the first, dressed in black boots, black leather pants, black tank top, complete with a black cape and a Darth Vader helmet. He stands over the other figure, who poses crouched with his left foot forward and his right stretched out to the side, like a ninja. The taller man wields his own kendo stick, fashioned and painted to look like a red lightsaber. They pose as the music intensifies. The shorter man points his kendo saber toward the ring, while the taller man raises it straight up, a nod to the classic Star Wars poster. The lights come on fully, as the shorter man removes his hood, revealing Solomon Kline, wearing a blonde wig to look like Luke Skywalker. That make the taller man Crimson Kline, who pushes a button on his helmet, causing it to open up. Underneath, it’s not the familiar visage of Crimson Kline, but his face is made up to look like the burned face of Anakin Skywalker. He then removes the helmet entirely as they both make their way toward the ring, determined. Solomon slaps high fives to the fans at ringside as Crimson walks slowly and confidently, focused only on the ring. Crimson enters the ring stepping over the top rope, while Solomon slides in under the ropes from another side of the ring. They emulate a brief lightsaber duel before posing for the fans atop opposite turnbuckles.
BG: Thirteen years, Jacuinde! It’s been 13 years since we’ve seen Crimson Kline in an XWF ring. I still can’t believe my eyes!
JC: It is pretty surreal. A lot has changed since he last wrestled. You think he’s even ready for the talent he’s about to face?
BG: This is Crimson Kline we are talking about here? He was part of the old guard of the XWF. He faced off with many legends that are now in the hall of fame. The question is, are the Black Rainbow members ready for him?
The lights fade out suddenly. As her theme begins. the lights flicker on slowly and steadily, until they maintain a muted version of themselves, which Sarah stands in the middle of the entrance way. The lights follow Sarah as she slowly makes her way to the ring. On either side of her are no hands outreached, no fans trying to gain her attention. Just angry faces and concerned looks. Sarah steps into the ringside area, and moves to the ring area, rolling in, and rolling to her feet. She positions herself in the corner of her choosing, and waits.
BG: Sarah Wolf finds herself in a tag team match. Typically she likes to work alone, but she does hold a singles win against her opponent Solomon Kline.
JC: Right you are. You know who else beat the son of Crimson Kline one-on-one?
BG: You mean, aside from almost everyone he’s faced?
JC: Oof! That’s a low blow, even for you, BG! I was going to say their other opponent, one half of this twisted family called the Black Rainbow…the fitness guru herself, Marisol Vilaro!
The synthesized beat of Shake it Off By Taylor Swift begins to play over the public address system, as the opening lyrics soon begin, as the fans boo and flashes going off, people are waiting for the arrival of the Fitness Queen herself.
I stay out too late
Got nothing in my brain
That's what people say, mm-mm
That's what people say, mm-mm
As a spotlight is on the entrance ramp and the lights dim, first stepping out is none other than the legendary Snarktopus Nessa Wall, who smiles brightly before trash talking the fans as she smiles, before ordering a couple of stage hands to come out they each have a mirror in hand they face the entrance ramp, as soon out from the back steps La Marvillosa herself Marisol Vilaro.
I go on too many dates
But I can't make 'em stay
At least that's what people say, mm-mm
That's what people say, mm-mm
Marisol stops to admire herself in each mirror posing and showing off what her hard work has given her and mouthing about how she’s the inspiration these out-of-shape people need. After a few moments of posing she brushes right past, giving her manager/mentor a hug before they head off with Nessa leading the way taking the time to give the fans at ringside a hard time for even trying to touch them.
But I keep cruisin'
Can't stop, won't stop movin'
It's like I got this music in my mind
Sayin' it's gonna be alright
Marisol herself takes the time to pose some more showing off her muscle, and trying to sell them on the VilaroFit mission, and how they need it to improve themselves, As the devious duo soon make their way toward the ring side area Nessa soon goes up the ring steps and takes the time to bark orders at the referee, showing him exactly how lower the ropes for herself, and her client, after being lectured by the Ambitchous one, the referee complies doing it exactly as Nessa demanded enters the ring and motions for Marisol to go up the steps, as she climbs up the steps she takes each moment to keep shilling her products, which doesn’t endear her to the fans, as she soon enters the ring under the rope and soon she rudely brushes past the referee as Nessa presents her to the booing fans as she raises her arms high in the air soaking in the boos, and catcalls.
'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Marisol then does a series of poses once again before turning around and gracing the other side of the area raising her arms high in the air and then doing a similar series of poses showing off her physique and how in shape she is. While Nessa claps her client before they head into their corner, and Nessa is getting Marisol psyched and going over the game plan as they wait for the match to begin.
The cage lowers ominously around the four competitors, already in the ring. A collection of weapons are scattered around the ring, in anticipation of being utilized for violent means. Solomon takes off his blonde wig and tosses it into the crowd before the cage lowers fully. A kid catches it and puts it on and his family cheers. The Klines set the Vader helmet and lightsaber kendo sticks in the corner of the ring.
Solomon & Crimson Kline
- vs -
Sarah Wolf & Marisol Vilaro Cage Match
The bell rings and they waste no time. Everyone rushes in and attacks. Crimson Kline and Sarah Wolf exchange punches. Solomon Kline and Marisol Vilaro exchange punches with no one gaining a clear advantage.
BG: We’ve got a slugfest on our hands!
JC: Indeed we do.
Sarah and Marisol hit stereo kicks to the gut to their respective opponents, back up and stereo superkicks! The larger, taller opponents stagger and boom! Double spears, taking down the Klines!
BG: It looks like the Black Rainbow is having no trouble working together.
JC: It’s a long match. Let’s see if that keeps up. Don’t count the Klines out yet!
Sarah and Marisol both stomp on the fallen Crimson Kline. They start kicking him in the ribs and the legs. They resume stomping. Solomon comes out of nowhere, hitting Marisol with a flying knee to the back of the head. She topples, as Crimson catches Sarah’s foot as she is going for yet another stomp, rises to his feet and lifts her leg first into the air and slams her down with a vicious spinebuster!
JC: Told ya! Man, what power from XWF classic roster member Crimson Kline!
BG: I hate to say it, Jucuinde, but you were right.
Crowd: You still got it! Clap. Clap. Clap clap clap. You still got it!
The women of the Black Rainbow make it back to their feet and they are met with right hands around their respective throats! The Klines step in, placing the left hands behind their opponent’s backs, lift and stereo chokeslams to Sarah Wolf and Marisol Vilaro!
The Klines lift their hands, signalling for the crowd to cheer. The crowd cheers! Solomon turns around, right into an eye rake by Vilaro! At the same time, Crimson is met with an eye poke by Wolf! As the men stumble, the Black Rainbow members nod at each other and go for weapons. Sarah grabs a stop sign. Marisol grabs a chair. Sarah smashes the stop sign over Solomon’s head, causing him to stagger toward the corner of the ring. Marisol stabs Crimson with the chair in the gut and he doubles over. She unfolds the chair and sets it up on the mat. She gets a running start, steps on the chair and jumps off of it, hitting Crimson Kline with a flying enziguri. He falls. Meanwhile, Solomon is dazed in the corner. Sarah places the stop sign down by the corner, hits Solomon with a forearm to the face and then raises her opponent up to the top turnbuckle, seated. She climbs up and lifts him up vertically with his head dangling precariously. She drops…spike piledriver off the top rope, onto the stop sign! Solomon collapses awkwardly.
BG: By the entity! She might have killed him! Someone needs to check on if he’s okay.
JC: Ironically, he asked for this match. I think it’s going to take a lot more than that to take him down, but still, that was nasty!
Crimson Kline crawls toward his son to check on him. He gets close, but no, Marisol grabs his leg and pulls him away! She locks him in a half Boston crab as he cries out in pain. Sarah slaps Crimson Kline across the face and then again with a backhand. Sarah wraps her legs around the head of Solomon and locks him in a kimura lock. Crimson Kline is helpless in the single leg crab, watching the air drain out of his son.
BG: They are not going to get the win by submission here. Just a reminder of the rules of this match. It’s a classic cage match. No pin. No submission. Only way to win is to escape the cage!
JC: They may not get the win this way, but it’s a smart strategy to wear the larger Klines down.
Sarah loosens her grip as Solomon drops to the mat, lifeless. She grabs the stop sign and smashes it over the head of Crimson Kline, still in the submission from Marisol. The sign bends as Crimson Kline too drops his head. The women look at each other, as Marisol lets go and they begin to climb opposite sides of the cage. The crowd boos as the Black Rainbow seems poised to end the match early. With both Klines still motionless on the mat, the women continue their climb. They reach the top and put one leg over the side.
BG: Damn it! Those Black Rainbow people are going to win it!
JC: That certainly is what it’s looking like.
The ladies step over to the outside of the cage, but no! Solomon and Crimson have quickly climbed to the top. Solomon grabs Marisol and pulls her back toward the ring, lifts her up in suplex position. At the same time, Crimson pulls Sarah in and grabs her by the neck. Crimson Kline leaps off and slams Sarah Wolf down to the mat with a chokeslam from the top of the cage! Both competitors are down. Solomon spins Marisol around, catching her upside down by the arms. He jumps backward without regard for himself…Dust to Dust off the top of the cage!
BG: Oh. My. GOD! Solomon probably broke his own tailbone in an effort to hurt his opponent.
JC: He just hit a vertebreaker from fifteen feet in the air! This man is sick!
BG: But the Klines are still in this. The match rages on!
JC: But at what cost?!
All four competitors are down in the ring. The Klines slowly make it to their feet first and pick up their opponents. Solomon places Sarah in powerbomb position and Crimson does the same to Marisol. They lift each opponent up in unison and run, slamming Sarah and Marisol back first into each other, then turn, standing back to back and each placing both hands around the neck of an opponent, deliver stereo two-handed chokeslams! The crowd erupts into cheers!
BG: I’m being told that Crimson Kline calls that move the Crimson Dawn, his own version of a chokebomb! I’m beginning to think that crazy is not just a nickname!
JC: You may be right! And, or hear me out…Crimson Kline just likes the sound of alliteration! What then should we call his son? “Psycho” Solomon Kline?
BG: Don’t be ridiculous, Jacuinde. Nepo Baby suits him just fine.
The Klines are soaking in the adulation of the crowd. Sarah Wolf is up first, and she’s grabbed both kendo sabers! She stretches her arms out and swings them both in, wrapping double kendo sabers around either side of Crimson Kline’s head! She then tosses the blue kendo saber to Marisol, who has now made it to her feet. Both women go to town, smacking Solomon repeatedly with kendo stick shots to the ribs. Welts begin to form on his sides. Marisol grabs a black velvet bag from the mat and she produces something white and rubbery from it.
BG: Is that…what I think it is?
JC: It depends. If you think it’s a prophylactic with spikes, you would be right!
BG: In other words, a condom, lined with thumbtacks inside, poking out of it! Talk about sick and twisted!
JC: Yeah, someone can catch a disease or worse, get pregnant with all those holes in it!
BG simply glares at JC. JC shrugs it off. Marisol slips the condom on the tip of her kendo stick like a pro, careful not to touch the protruding tacks. Sarah swings her stick hard across the side of Solomon’s face, sending him to the mat. Crimson Kline is on his knees and he points to his chin, begging Sarah to strike him with her kendo saber. She winds up and smack! Marisol brings down the spike tipped kendo stick with as much force as she can muster, right in the center of his forehead, between the eyes. The end of the kendo stick frays with the force. Blood starts gushing down his face, causing him to don the proverbial crimson mask. His body slumps over as he falls prostrate. Marisol drops the now broken kendo stick.
BG: He’s really earning the Crimson name here tonight in his return.
JC: So irresponsible! What if he gets a disease!?
Another glare from BG. Marisol reaches into the bag again and finds hand cuffs. She smiles an evil smile. Sarah smacks Solomon with her kendo stick again across the back, for good measure. Both women help Crimson Kline to his feet, as he continues to drip blood onto the mat. They Irish whip him into the cage wall nearest the entrance ramp. He winces and stumbles toward them. Smack! Another kendo stick to the ribs of Crimson from Sarah. The Black Rainbow drags a woozy Crimson Kline to the same side of the cage and place him back first against it. They spread out his arms and place them between the top and middle ropes, twisting the ropes so his arms are stuck. They each slap Crimson and then handcuff his left hand to the cage. Marisol finds another pair of handcuffs in the bag and they use to cuff his right hand to the cage. Crimson, face full of blood, spits in the face of Sarah. She recoils, as it gets in her eyes. Marisol responds with a kick to the ribs. He kicks her right back, catching her on the side of her left leg. Solomon manages to get to his feet and charges full speed toward Marisol, while Sarah is still trying to wipe the blood/spit mixture from her eyes. He leans down. Spear! But Marisol moves at the last second, sending son into father and the cage shakes as Solomon’s head and shoulder meet steel!
BG: That misstep will cost him!
JC: Absolutely! Let’s see if Wolf and Vilaro can capitalize and get the win!
BG: How could they not? Daddy Kline is cuffed to the cage! I don’t see him escaping that, much less the cage itself!
Marisol grabs a stunned Solomon and puts him into position for a DDT. She drops, but no! He manages to find the strength to lift her and pop her up into the air! He swings. Ashes. To. Ashes! He catches her midair with a forearm strike. She falls. Sarah runs at Solomon and he steps aside, hooking her and he’s going for Dust to Dust! No! She flips out of it and shoves him back into his father and cage wall. Now both Klines are piled against the cage, Solomon in front. She runs to the other side of the ring, charges and jumps…Death. Comes. Ripping! Knee to the face of Solomon, which sends him first into his father and the cage and then to the mat. The cage wall starts to buckle as Sarah gathers herself.
BG: What a match we are witnessing here! These competitors are so hell bent on destroying each other that they are willing to destroy the very fabric of the demonic structure itself!
JC: It sure looks that way!
Sarah looks down at a fallen Solomon Kline and back at Crimson Kline, by all accounts a mess and she laughs a wicked laugh. She once again picks up the red kendo saber and sends it into the ribs of Crimson Kline. He cries out, but then begins to laugh himself. She turns to see what he’s laughing about, right into a superkick from Solomon Kline! Crimson and Solomon share a laugh, but Crimson points behind Solomon. Marisol Vilaro with a kick! Solomon catches her leg. She hops and cracks him in the head with an enziguri! He stumbles into the corner of the ring. Sarah is back up and she whips her own partner, who in turn whips her with extra momentum into Solomon in the corner. She hits him hard with a helluva kick! He falls to the mat. Sarah grabs a handful of thumbtacks from the remains of the other kendo stick. Marisol lifts Solomon to his feet and grabs him into a full nelson, facing his dad. Sarah opens Crimson’s mouth and puts tacks in it. She closes his mouth, backs up and sends a kick to the side of his head as Solomon is helpless, forced to watch. Crimson Kline coughs up blood and tacks. Sarah places the kendo stick under the chin of Crimson Kline and rests it on the top rope. She turns to Solomon, who is still in the full nelson from Marisol. She slaps him right across the face. He turns and mouths the words “again”. She slaps him with her other hand now. He laughs.
Solomon gathers his strength and breaks out of the hold. Sarah charges at him with a clothesline…right to Marisol, as Solomon dodges just in time! Solomon spins Sarah around, pops her up in the air…Ashes to no! She catches Solomon with a kick to the face before falling and rolling back to her feet. Sarah checks on Marisol and helps her up to her feet. Solomon charges both of them and hits a double clothesline! He goes to check on his dad, who has all but passed out, his face fully red from blood. Solomon turns around and eats another kendo stick to the face, this time from Marisol! A cut opens up over Solomon’s left eye and begins to bleed. Solomon’s blood drips and he wipes some aside. Sarah reaches out and swipes a bit of Solomon’s blood on her finger and tastes it! She ducks under a punch from Solomon and then Marisol spits, spraying a black mist into the face of Solomon Kline!
BG: Was that…Wolf’s Blood? Or something else?
JC: Beats me, but either way, it looks like Solomon can’t see anything!
Sarah shouts to Marisol, “Now!” Marisol lifts Solomon on her shoulders in electric chair position. Sarah stands in front of her as she lowers Solomon’s upper body onto Sarah’s shoulders. The two women of the Black Rainbow are now carrying the weight of Solomon Kline together! They run toward Crimson Kline, still chained to the cage wall and toss Solomon head first into him full force! Solomon’s entire weight goes crashing into Crimson Kline and the cage wall buckles and crashes to the floor, taking a still chained Crimson Kline over the top rope and onto the cage wall on the floor outside the ring! Solomon’s nearly lifeless body crumples to the floor with it!
BG: Holy crap! They…escaped the cage.
JC: I guess that means…I can’t even believe it. I’ve never seen anything like this before, but…
Winners: Solomon Kline and Crimson Kline
The lights go out. When they come back on, a large crowd of people with black shirts surround the ring. Their shirts read: UNITY. They pick up Solomon Kline and carry him up the ramp to the backstage area. Sarah and Marisol are furious! They exit the ring as the rest of the cage is raised back up and Mari produces a key. They use the key to free Crimson Kline from the handcuffs and drag him into the ring. The two of them begin to stomp the elder Kline into oblivion. Mari lifts him to his knees and Sarah reaches into his mouth. She locks in Devillock!
BG: Haven’t they had enough violence? The match is over already!
JC: And Mari’s Unity goons made sure that Solomon couldn’t come back to help his father. Just sick. Someone needs to put a stop to this Black Rainbow! Enough already!
But here comes Solomon Kline, running up the ramp! He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, still battered and bruised from the brutal match, blood stained on his brow. Mari exits the ring and grabs a microphone. She brings it to Sarah, who releases the hold on Crimson Kline. She accepts the microphone.
Sarah Wolf: Ah, if it isn’t the prodigal son. Well here you are. Playing at savior, are we? Are you here to save your father from the big, bad, Black Rainbow? Or? Have you seen the light? Your father abandoned you. He let you get taken. He let your poor mother get killed. He forgot about you and moved on with his life. And now, the poor, forgotten, broken boy can be reborn. Here is your chance to take the reigns, to finally carve your way out from under Crimson Kline’s shadow and his thumb at the same time.
She hands Solomon the red lightsaber painted kendo stick that his dad brought to the ring during their entrance. She picks Crimson Kline off the mat and wrenches both his arms behind his back. Mari holds the microphone to Sarah’s lips.
Sarah Wolf: Do it. Hit him, Solomon. End him! Join us in your new, true family…the Black Rainbow.
Solomon looks out at the crowd on all sides. He seems torn. The crowd starts chanting “No!” repeatedly. Solomon lets out a primal scream and smacks the kendo stick made to look like a lightsaber onto the mat. Sarah grins as Solomon lifts the kendo stick high above his head, aiming straight for Crimson Kline. He mouths the words “I love you. I’m sorry”.
Just then, the lights in the arena go dark.
BG: I’m blind! I can’t see anything!
JC: It’s not just you, Brody. The lights have been cut here in Fenway!
The camera view pans out into the outfield, directly onto the Green Monster. We zoom in onto a section on the bottom of the wall that is illuminated by a spotlight. The sound of a chainsaw revving up can be heard and a hole starts being carved straight into the Green Monster! The hole is fully cut out, but continues to stand…
That is until someone behind the wall kicks the cut out section entirely out!
JC: What is even going on!
At this moment, “Kimdracula” by the Deftones hits the stadium speakers.
JC: Wait a second, I know what this song means…
AIDAN COLLINS STEPS THROUGH THE HOLE AND INTO THE STADIUM OUTFIELD!
A sea of psychedelic lights pulse over the crowd, like a digital acid trip. Aidan–who holds a 9-iron–saunters down to the ring, fully enjoying the reaction he’s received.
BG: What is Aidan doing here tonight?
JC: I think we’re about to find out!
Aidan reaches the ring and walks up the steps. He enters the ring and takes in the scene in front of him. Solomon turns to face him and starts to swing the kendo stick at Aidan! Aidan ducks and looks down at the 9-iron and back at Solomon. He reaches out, offering the 9-iron to Solomon. Solomon drops the kendo stick and takes the 9-iron. He turns back to his father, who, barely conscious, begs him not to hit him. Solomon winds up and swings…hitting Sarah Wolf! She falls the floor as Marisol charges at Solomon, who swings and catches Mari with the 9-iron to the ribs. She doubles over and falls. The Black Rainbow members help each other up and run out of the ring to the back. Solomon drops the golf club and helps his father up and they move to the corner of the ring to catch their respective breaths.
Solomon stands with his father Crimson in the corner of the ring, as Aidan goes to the side of the ring and asks for a microphone.
JC: I think we’re about to hear Aidan Collins speak in an XWF ring for the first time in a decade!
Aidan takes in the moment, as the crowd begins to chant “Holy shit!” Aidan smiles while taking a breath, the moment setting in for him. Ever the adulation addict, he gives the crowd a moment to continue chanting. When the chants finally die down, he speaks for the first time in an XWF ring in over a decade.
Aidan Collins: In this moment, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts…
Aidan’s first words, a quote from ‘Slaughterhouse-Five’ seems to catch the crowd by surprise in its sentimentality. He looks around, letting the quote sit as he scans the crowd briefly.
Aidan Collins: Boston, if you’re here to pop off, let me hear you rebels yell!
The crowd explodes.
Aidan Collins: That’s right, baby! Aidan Collins is back!
Another loud reaction and scatterings of chants.
Aidan Collins: They said this wouldn’t happen. They said this COULDN’T happen. But THEY aren’t here with us. It’s me and 40,000 Boston hooligans and we’re about to blow the beans out this bitch!
The crowd cheers loudly again. Aidan has built up some steam.
Aidan Collins: And folks, I know how much you love that Green Monster, so I’m sorry I had to blow a hole in that shit. But I’ll have you know, I’ll make sure that’s repaired by the next time the Sox play. Just send that bill straight to Los Angeles, my old friend Jon Brown said he is picking up the tab!
The crowd laughs as Aidan references the former owner of the XWF and Aidan’s classic nemesis.
Aidan Collins: Now the next question is an obvious one. Why now? After ten years since I’ve last appeared and 15 years since I’ve seriously competed… why now?
The crowd begins to start to chant “welcome back” but Aidan continues before that chant can build up.
BG: Surely Aidan is back to support my hotline! 1900-999-9999! Best money you’ll ever spend!
Aidan Collins: Well, as many of you know, and as reported by many pencil necked geeks in the dirt sheets, I had to leave professional wrestling 8 years ago due to a serious back injury. In a cruel twist of fate, after 15 years of blowing out backs, it was my back that was destroyed. Wrestling, to put it plainly, was out of the question. I was done.
Aidan looks remorseful thinking about the serious injury that derailed his career.
Aidan Collins: But as they say, time heals all wounds, and I was let known earlier this year that my back is… well, it’s back! It’s time for me to snap necks and cash cheques. I’m back to full time action as a wrestler!
The crowd cheers again.
Aidan Collins: And for me, the choice was obvious to where I’d make my return to pro wrestling. While I continued to build my career outside this place in the 2010s, there is no doubt that the Action Never Stops in the XWF and there is no doubt that the XWF is THE place to be in 2025.
JC: No doubt about that!
Aidan Collins: Everyone knows how much of a ballbuster I can be, but I’m dead serious when I say that the roster in the XWF right now is more loaded than T-Money at a DUI checkpoint.
Aidan refers to his fellow XWF Legend and one of his best friends in the industry, Ty’ron Miller.
Aidan Collins: When you look at the people in this federation, I see plenty of DOGS. I’m talking about WARRIORS from New York like James Shark and Prince Adeyemi.
Aidan’s mention of ‘warriors’ refers to the Tri-State Warriors, a WGWF stable composed of Aidan, T-Money, Ace Vincent, and Star, all of whom were prominent members of the XWF in the 2000s and all from the Tri-State area. Aidan continues speaking and as he does, each name gets a pop.
Aidan Collins: I’m talking about the seemingly immortal Michael Graves, someone who I haven’t faced in 20 years but clearly hasn’t lost a step. I’m talking about the Chelsea Crippler and Charlie Dimes. I’m talking about the mean freaks from Black Rainbow and those mean–and I say this with love–BITCHES, Dolly Waters and Madison Dyson. I’m talking about “King” Justin York and “King” Kieran King. The talent right now is the best it has been since the XWF Golden Era in 2005 and that’s no exaggeration.
Smatterings of ‘X-Dub-Eff’ chants break out in the audience. Aidan pauses for a second and allows them to grow louder.
JC: It is obvious that Aidan Collins still loves the XWF!
Aidan Collins: While I’m at it, can we just address the fact that it seems like every other person in this federation calls themselves a “king” right now? I tuned in a couple months ago and dudes were straight up jousting in an event! Was this all just an homage to a certain King Infinity?
Aidan refers to a moniker he famously used in the 2010s.
Aidan Collins: I guess the question becomes: What’s a ‘king’ to a god? And what’s a god to THE GODKILLER, Aidan Collins? Breakfast, that’s what. So send your kings, your queens, your princes and your princesses… send the whole Royal Court, with laughing jesters, dwarven jugglers, and milk maidens with big ole titties pushed up by their corsets. I will eat them alive. And shit, send Shrek, too, because I’m going to drop his green ass like the Knicks dropped the Celtics’ green asses in 6 games. BING BONG!
The crowd pops, in a “we are entertained by that reference but also fuck you” type of reaction.
BG: Not funny! I lost $10,000 on that series! Goddamn Jayson Tatum and his bootleg Achilles.
Aidan Collins: Low blow, low blow, I know… but I digress… Now, I mentioned much of the talent here but there’s another person I’d like to address right now, and that’s you, Solomon.
Solomon Kline, who has mostly just been taking in the moment from the corner of the ring, looks at Aidan and nods.
Aidan Collins: Quite literally, I saw this kid grow up. He tagged along while his father built a career of his own inside the XWF and I think it’s a beautiful thing that I now get to share a ring with him. I’m very proud of the man he’s become and I’m very excited to see the man he’s going to become. I know he’s had some bumps in the road as he finds himself, but tonight is a clear turning point.
Solomon is still clearly reeling from the emotion of what he’s gone through tonight.
Aidan Collins: I wasn’t quite sure what I was walking into tonight, but I could see what was developing these past few months. And I knew that everything was pointing to Solomon turning to the dark side. But I know this kid is good in his heart and I knew that when I gave him that 9 iron that he was going to do the right thing. And that’s why, going forward, one of my main objectives in the XWF is going to be serving as his mentor.
Solomon smirks, excited at the potential opportunity to link up with an XWF Legend.
Aidan Collins: Cool… cool… So um… Shit. What else was I going to talk about?
Aidan wipes his forehead clear of sweat.
Aidan Collins: Can you believe it? I think I’ve lost my train of thought…
Aidan scans the crowd, looking for his next words.
JC: Aidan Collins lost for words? I don’t believe it! The man is a legendary talker!
Aidan Collins: Well, you know what. This IS Fenway. And when you need help in Fenway, what you do is make a call to the bullpen…
BG: Advertise my hotline, Aidan! The hotline!
Aidan Collins: Ringbitch, bring me the stadium phone!
BG: He’s doing it, Jacuinde! He’s going to tell everyone to call my number! He’s going to call it himself and show everyone what a great deal it is! Smart man!
JC: I don’t think so. It seems like he’s had this planned all along.
Aidan motions towards a stagehand, who brings forward a red landline. Aidan reaches through the ropes and pulls it into the ring. The camera pans down as he types “6-6-6”.
BG: What the hell! That’s not my number!
A large phone ringing noise plays in the stadium and now the Fenway home bullpen becomes illuminated under spotlights. A camera inside the bullpen zooms in on a man wearing a sports jacket with ‘Tribe’ on the back picking up the bullpen phone. Aidan speaks into the phone on his end and the audio plays over the arena PA system.
Aidan Collins: It’s time to bring in the closer.
[white]Man in the bullpen: You got it, mate.
The man turns around…
AND REVEALS THAT IT’S FORMER XWF WORLD CHAMPION, RJ PALMER!
JC: RJ Palmer! Former XWF World Champion!
The crowd explodes, not having seen RJ in over 10 years.
RJ smiles and points forward toward the pitching mound in the bullpen. The camera spins around and another man is holding out a baseball that says “FUCK YOU” written on it in sharpie. When the camera re-focuses, we get a clearer image of who it is.
BG: That’s Ace Vincent!
JC: I can’t believe it! Former Universal Champion Ace Vincent joins RJ Palmer and Aidan Collins here tonight! The Tribe is back!
RJ throws off the sports jacket and cap to reveal his normal attire before walking forward and joining Ace. "Demiurge" by Meshuggah, Ace’s entrance music, begins to play in the stadium and they begin their walk out through the bullpen door. Ace flips the baseball to RJ, who puts the ball in his pocket.
JC: What a series of returns here tonight! I do not believe what I’m seeing.
Ace and RJ begin a leisurely jog out from the bullpen, just as thousands of relievers have done in this stadium over the years. The fans have the stadium absolutely thumping, having not expected this series of returns in the slightest.
JC: I knew we were in for a rollercoaster ride tonight, but I could have never imagined this!
BG: I am so excited that I don’t even care about my hotline. My hotline, the one that’s a great deal for 9.99 a minute!
Ace and RJ walk up the ring steps and into the ring. There’s a slight pause in the action as Aidan, RJ, Ace, and Solomon take in the crowd's energy. Strong “this is awesome!” chants break out all over Fenway.
Aidan Collins: Now, when you make a return like I did tonight and when you intend to do what I intend to do in the XWF, you can brave those waters alone… but what’s the fun in that? It’s always much better to kick some ass when you have your Tribe watching your back.
JC: The Tribe, who first assembled in 2008!
BG: There’s no way you just knew that off the top of your head.
Aidan Collins: Now, my boys here were gracious enough to join me here tonight even though they lead very exciting and busy lives. While I can’t guarantee that I’ll be hitting the road and wrestling full-time, they are going to be serving primarily as my back up. To be honest, RJ is waiting on a HUGE paycheck to lace up his boots and Ace… well, Ace is just being patient waiting on the right person to put him out of his fucking misery for the last time… But with all that said, if anyone in the back thinks they can pull some shit and jump me when my boys aren’t around, all it’s going to take is one phone call to the bullpen and then I’m going to have the bros back around these parts to crack some skulls. And hell, there’s another member of the Tribe I can reach out to for assistance, forevermore, if you catch my drift…
The crowd starts some RA-VEN chants.
Aidan Collins: I know you ruthless mofos are ready for some crazy in-ring action, so I don’t want to command too much time out here. I for sure am excited to crack open some cold ones to watch Shark and Nickles take it three falls into a ladder match later tonight. So let’s keep this killer show moving…
Aidan pauses, ready to wrap up his promo.
Aidan Collins: Boston, we’re back to raise hell ‘til it’s heaven again… and that’s not just my opinion, that’s the…
The crowd joins in as Aidan finishes with his classic catchphrase, a nod to his tag team with XWF Legend, Drake Komodo.
Aidan Collins: TRUTH. UNTIL. DEATH.
Aidan takes the microphone and launches it into the crowd as his music hits.
JC: Aidan Collins is finally back in the XWF! And he’s brought Ace Vincent and RJ Palmer with him to link up with Solomon!
BG: The Tribe! Jacuinde, are you part of my tribe?
JC: I don’t know if I’d put it like that.
BG: Fine, I don’t want you in my Tribe anyway. Maybe I can join up with Aidan, too.
JC: Good luck with that!
As Nirvana's Tourette's blares through the loudspeakers, the cameras pan around the arena before finally spotting Frances Marigold.
JC: And there he is! One of our new debuts here tonight, Frances Marigold, and I’ve got to say, Brody, he looks fired up tonight!
BG: He’s got the opportunity of a lifetime to make a name for himself, sure. But Brody, he’s got a strange way of getting himself ready…
He appears in the stands, smoking a cigarette, jamming out with the fans. He cracks open a can of beer, and pours it down his throat before heading to the ring.
JC: Well, he’s… certainly hedonistic, at least. We’ll see how good he can measure up in the ring against none other than Tatiana Jolee!
JC: And speak of the Devil, Brody…
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.
[white]BG: Fans sure are hyped to see Tatiana still. Last we saw of her, Jack, she was fighting for her life at May Day to go for the Television title.
JC: And it was a tough loss there to be sure, Brody, which is all the more reason Tatiana here wants to get back on track. She’s had a whole month since last we’ve seen here, so we’ll see if she’s got any new tricks to her trade!
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.
Tatiana Jolee
- vs -
Frances Marigold
DING! DING! DING!
JC: And we’re off! Expect this to be a real clash of styles here, folks - Marigold may be new to pro wrestling, but he’s an accomplished street fighter and as rough and tough as they come-
And Marigold EXPLODES out of his corner to try and practically leap onto Tatiana Jolee in the corner! Lefts and rights come raining down, backing Tatiana back into the corner as she has to raise her guard up! The referee quickly gets in between the two, creating some space and separation between them!
BG: And he moves with a full head of steam! Look at how he cleared the ring… albeit while flailing wildly the entire time…
Marigold shoves the ref aside and looks to try and keep on the assault, but he walks straight into a right hand from Tatiana! Marigold stumbles back, but he keeps his footing and motions for Tatiana to bring it!
Another right hand comes! And another! And another! Tatiana fires once more - caught by Marigold! Now he revs up for his own punch - but Tatiana slips underneath towards the back! HUGE Russian Leg Sweep takes Marigold off his back as he’s left stirring on the mat!
JC: Huge right here for Tatiana. This is how she’s going to win - if Marigold’s going to move out there like a raging locomotive, she’s gotta slow the match down, take her time picking Marigold apart.
BG: Easier said than done, though, Jack! I think I already see him starting to get back onto his feet!
Tatiana quickly takes Frances’ right arm - his dominant arm - and slips in a hammerlock! Frances isn’t on both feet yet, but he’s on his knees and scrambling to try and get to the ropes! He grits his teeth and reaches out, but his arm is left dangling as he’s not as close as he thinks he is!
Frances crawls forward on his knees, trying to get closer, but he’s still not quite there! He looks back towards Tatiana and aims an elbow right towards her noggin, but Tatiana is quicker on the draw! A HUGE open-palmed slap hits Frances right on the back of his head, stunning him just enough to let her free arm modify the submission by also adding a Dragon Sleeper into the mix!
BG: I think you were right about Tatiana having a chip on her shoulder, Jack, because she’s looking like a monster right now with how she’s chaining these submission holds together! It takes a real expert to try and be able to combine two holds into one like this!
JC: Tatiana may be a seasoned veteran, Brody, but a few other people on our roster can attest to the fact that an old dog can still learn new tricks on any day of the week. Marigold’s getting twisted into a pretzel right now!
Marigold is writhing in agony, but he’s not giving in, no matter how many times the referee asks him! He manages to kick one of his legs out, weakly dangling it onto the bottom rope and holds onto it by his toes! The referee quickly spots the rope break and motions for Tatiana to let go, who grimaces in return. She hesitates, before finally relinquishing the hold and letting Marigold roll off of her.
Tatiana watches and observes as Marigold uses the ropes to get up. He glares at her with rage in his eyes as he pulls his pants up, and gets into a wild stance as he moves in again! A wild right hand gets swung as Tatiana has to try and circle around the incoming strike!
Marigold rights himself, and instead goes in for another swing that has him swaying as he does so! Tatiana takes the arm before it connects with her, and instead rolls back with the momentum to turn it into an arm drag! Tatiana has control of the arm still, looking to cinch in an armbar as she moves her leg across-
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
JC: Did you HEAR that headbutt, Brody?! Frances just sat up like a man possessed to crack Tatiana right on the nose with that one!
BG: The dead could probably hear that impact, Jack.
Tatiana’s stunned, having to back up and blink out the cobwebs in her system, allowing Marigold to get back onto his feet as he pounds on the mat to fire himself up. He comes over to Tatiana, booting her right in the gut and dropping her with a solid DDT!
Frances quickly gets right back onto his feet, watching as Tatiana stirs her way back onto all fours, and weakly stumbles forward into something that resembles a basement dropkick! But Tatiana sees it coming and manages to roll out of the way and out of the ring!
Frances tries his best to get up quickly, but Tatiana is too quick on the draw! She reaches into the ring from the outside, grabbing Frances by his ankle and tripping him up so that he falls right onto his face!
JC: Smart ring awareness there from Tatiana! Frances looks like he’s trying to keep up, but he’s just so resilient in there! It’s like he’s hardly taken any damage!
BG: Tatiana’s definitely got the smarts, but just how much pain can she bring here?
Frances stumbles back to his feet, this time with his back to Tatiana though as she sneaks inside! She runs up behind Marigold - HUGE running bulldog! She tries to pick him right back up - UPPERCUT TO THE CHIN CUTS HER OFF!
Frances roars as he gets back onto his feet, pulling his pants up again as he looks to try and press his assault, but Tatiana responds by leaping into the air to bring her knees right to Marigold’s face as she drops back for a Codebreaker!
JC: Double Clutch from Tatiana Jolee! It looks like that finally got her the opening she needed, Brody! Frances’ eyes look glazed over!
BG: Tatiana needs that killer instinct! Don’t wait around and let Marigold recover, just go for the kill!
Marigold crawls his way to the ropes, but he can’t get close enough before Tatiana hops over him to wrap her arm around his throat and tighten her muscles around it!
JC: And here we go, Brody! Not wasting any time! This is the Calgary Crippler, and it’s one of the most dangerous submission holds in the XWF today!
BG: Let’s see what Marigold is made out of, here! How long until it takes for him to tap?
Marigold quickly goes red in the face as he claws away towards the ropes, but he’s not making any progress! The referee is in his face, asking him if he wants to give up, but Marigold pushes him off to the side!
The ropes are just too far, though! Marigold sinks his own nails into Tatiana’s forearm, drawing even blood from the act as the front row audience members are left wincing from it, but Tatiana shows no pain! She tightens the hold while screaming at Marigold to tap!
Marigold’s face is beginning to turn to a shade of violet! He’s looking to grab the ropes with everything he’s got, but the ropes have never seemed so far to him! He’s reaching… reaching…
Before his arm slumps to the mat!
The referee grabs Marigold’s arm and raises it up high to let it drop…
Once!
Twice!
AND THRICE!
WINNER: Tatiana Jolee
JC: WOW! Huge victory here for Tatiana Jolee here tonight, spoiling the incoming debut of Frances Marigold to get a burst of momentum back into her sails!
BG: Marigold turned out a bit better than I thought if he didn’t tap out, but tap or nap, the result is the same. Still, you’re gonna have to practically bring an army if you wanna keep Marigold down.
Sure enough, Frances Marigold is already beginning to get back to his feet as Tatiana is having her hand raised in the middle of the ring! She stares at Marigold as he stumbles around, but he waves off the look, instead rolling out of the ring and going back right the way he came, over the barricade and through the crowd. The fans pop as he lights up another cigarette, taking a long drag as he walks off.
Tatiana shrugs at the display, and instead decides to enjoy the energy of her win as Rebellion rolls on.
JC: Up next partner, we’ve got a big time match from the Anarchy brand. As Them No Good Bastards defend the Anarchy Tag Gold against Scoops McGeeGee.
BG: Talk about a barn burner here! Them No Good Bastards are one of the most decorated Tag Teams in XWF history, and they’ve rolled right into Anarchy and seized that tag division there too before it's even really gotten started!
JC: Indeed, but if there's a team who can get The Bastards on their heels and pose a legitimate challenge, it’s definitely Scoops and Game Girl.
BG: And an impressive tag team record, those two, they’ve knocked off The Revolution, and were close to defeating Dyson and Waters back at Ides of March. If TNGB isn’t careful here tonight, they could very well see this grip on the Anarchy tag scene slip.
Helix Nebula by Anamanaguchi blasts as colored lights in beat to the rhythm pass over the roaring crowd. When the beat kicks in Game Girl swoops down from the rafters on her flying cloud, Nimbus, going over fans and reaching down to give them passing high fives before sailing over to the ring and flipping down to her feet into a fist-raising pose all while steadfast figure of Scoops McGee comes out from the back, a look of no nonsense etched onto his face as he takes a long look at the crowd and the squared circle.
He nods, steadily walking to the ring and absentmindedly high-fiving any fans stretching out their hands who happen to be right in his way. He makes his way over to ringside, climbing up the steps methodically and stepping onto the ring apron. He saunters about halfway across the apron, taking one last long look at the crowd as they give their reception to the seasoned vet. Scoops stretches his arms out wide, accepting everything they've got to give before stepping into the ring.
Scoops skulks over to his corner, pacing there and doing some small stretches to keep himself warmed up before the match begins. He and Game Girl slap hands and prepare for their challenge.
The entirely epic XTron video of TNGB takes over the arena as the lights dim. A spotlight highlights the ramp, and Thunder Knuckles walks out onto the entrance ramp, hyped and ready to fight, pointing out into the crowd. Behind him, Bobby Bourbon deliberately walks out and stops, also pointing out into the crowd. Both men glance at each other and return their attention to the ring, delivering a no-look fistbump, then in unison point into the ring. The crowd sings along with the song.
*ASSHOLE, DIRTBAG, NO GOOD BASTARDS!*stomp stomp*
TK slides into the ring and gets up onto a knee, beckoning the crowd as Bobby climbs the steps and enters the ring behind him. TK stands and appeals to the crowd as Bobby raises his arms at 45-degree angles.
JC: And the bell rings, and we are underway for the XWF Anarchy Tag Team Championships!
BG: Them No Good Bastards looking every bit as confident as ever, like some wild dogs out here now, but don’t let Scoops McGeeGee’s quirky papermoon energy fool you, they’re coming in locked and loaded tonight!
Thunder Knuckles starts the match against Game Girl. The crowd is alive, split between chants of “ASSHOLE DIRTBAG” and pixelated “GG! GG! GG!”
TK flexes, mocking Game Girl, beckoning her in for a tie-up. She offers a controller-shaped handshake, then immediately ducks the grapple attempt and hits a Shift-Slide low sweep!
TK hits the mat face-first!
JC: Game Girl with a cheat-code start! And she’s off!
GG hits a quick ⇨ ⇨ B - - -KIRAKIKKU!!!!
he drive-by kick catches TK right on the jaw.
She bounds off the ropes, launching into a ⇩ ⇧+B - - - FLIP KICK!
TK scrambles to his feet but is immediately met with a spinning heel kick that staggers him into his corner. GG confidently tags Scoops into the ring.
Scoops pulls TK to his feet and whips him into the ropes.
TK ducks a lariat, bounces off the opposite side- - - ONLY TO EAT A HUGE HIP TOSS FROM SCOOPS. He scrambles to his feet, dazed, only to be leveled by a running elbow.
JC: Scoops came out of the gate swinging now! He's not letting TK breathe!
BG: Old Scoopy doopie and that devil girl might be on fire to start, but it’ll take a whole lot more than some cheap shots to put these boys away
Bobby Bourbon tries to step in, but Game Girl is already on the apron and launches herself with a missile dropkick that knocks Bobby through the ropes. Game Girl pops to her feet and shifts right into another Shift-Slide!
TK, just getting up, gets blasted off his feet by the high-speed slide, and the crowd roars.
BG: This old witch is already playing like the gravity’s turned off!
She pulls TK up by the arm, and launches him over the top rope and onto the apron, where Scoops is already waiting. TK holds onto the ropes and tries to not fall to the floor, but a shoulder tackle through the ropes- - - AMONG WILLOWS - - - CRUSHES TK.
Bobby tries to get in the ring, again, but this time it’s Scoops who intercepts and throws him with a picture-perfect back suplex. The referee tries to gain control, but this one’s off to the races.
Bobby Bourbon pops right back up and starts hammering on Scoops. Slamming him down. Game Girl flies in now, but she eats a samoan drop!
Meanwhile the ref has been keeping a count on TK, which is up to 7 now. Bobby climbs out of the ring, and helps his partner back to their corner, before officially tagging himself in on TKs shoulder.
Bourbon enters, like a bull ready to stampede the ring. He rushes in with a thunderous clothesline aiming for GG’s head, but she ducks and rolls out of the way just in time, getting back to the apron. Bobby turns to see Scoops staring him down from across the ring.
They rush each other and tie up!
Bourbon uses his size to muscle Scoops into the corner - - - CORNER AVALANCHE SPLASH!!
He pancakes Scoops, then hoists him for a Vertical Suplex - - - BUT SCOOPS WRIGGLES OUT MID-LIFT AND DROPS BOBBY WITH A NECKBREAKER!
JC: Beautiful counter! And Scoops McGee is bringing the thunder tonight!
Scoops drops a stiff elbow. Then another. Then a running hip attack to Bobby’s seated body. He pulls the big man up, whips him into the ropes - - - CATCHING HIM WITH A SIDEWALK SLAM!!
Scoops hooks the leg …
1!
2!! - - - QUICK KICKOUT!!!
BG: Gonna take more than that to flatten the Bourbon Boulder!
Scoops and Bobby climb to their feet, staring each other down, sweat pouring.They close the gap - - - COLLAR AND ELBOW! Neither gives an inch. The strain in their arms echoes through the arena as fans rise to their feet.
Scoops breaks the clinch and throws a headbutt!
Bobby stumbles - - - AND RETURNS WITH A FOREARM!
SCOOPS!
BOBBY!
SCOOPS!
BOBBY!
SCOOPS!
BOBBY!
The fans are split, cheering every punch in rhythm!
Bourbon swings wild- - -SCOOPS CATCHES HIM - - - BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!
NO!
Bobby elbows free, grabs Scoops- - - PENDULUM BACKBREAKER!
He holds on!
SPINS!
ANOTHER!
THEN A SWINGING SIDE SLAM!
BG: He just spun the man into the mat like a carnival ride from hell!
Scoops writhes as Bobby climbs the turnbuckle - - - A HUGE HEADBUTT DROP!!!
MISSES!
Scoops rolls, sucking wind, dragging himself to the ropes. Bobby groans, grabbing his knee.
Scoops pulls himself up- - - charges- - - HITS THE CATTLE PROD!
BOBBY FLIES BACK INTO THE CORNER- - - SCOOPS FOLLOWS WITH A DIVING SPLASH!!!
BG: BOOM GOES THE BOOMER! BOBBY'S BOURBON JUST GOT DE-AGED TEN YEARS!
Scoops mounts the middle rope, raining down fists:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
BUT IT’S BOBBY!
LIFTING SCOOPS INTO A POWERBOMB!!!
BUT SCOOPS COUNTERS MIDAIR!
HURRICANRANA INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!
Bobby's skull collides with the pad! He crumples like a folding chair!
Scoops hooks the leg- - -BUT NO REF!
Game Girl is shouting- - -Thunder Knuckles is distracting the official!
JC: Come on, ref! Get your eyes off TK and back on the pin!
Scoops releases the pin, furious. He storms toward TK- - - BUT EATS A DESPERATION SPRINGBOARD LARIAT FROM BOBBY!
The two men are down in the ring… Bobby crawling for TK… Scoops crawling for Game Girl…
AND IT’S SCOOPS WHO MAKES THE TAG!
GG help her partner to his feet, and they both rush over to Bobby, each grabbing a leg and pulling him away from TK. Together, they whip Bourbon into the ropes and hit a beautiful double team - - - CATTLE PROD FROM SCOOPS - - - RAGING UPPERCUT FROM GAME GIRL!
Bourbon stumbles- - - GG springs off the ropes with a Romper Stomper double foot stomp to the shoulders!
She calls out a Konami Code buff - - - AND HITS A POWER UP PUNCH!!
But as she charges for another move, TK storms the ring and catches her in mid-stride - - -
FULL NELSON SLAM!
The referee tries to maintain order as TK heads back to the apron.
Bourbon picks Game Girl up, he bearhugs her, charges into the corner — SLAMS her spine-first, then tosses her halfway across the ring.
Tag to TK.
They set up for Lunch Money - - - Bourbon hits a backbreaker, holding GG across his knee, while TK comes flying in with a brutal knee to the head!
TK covers!
1!
2!!
THR- - -SCOOPS BREAKS IT UP!!!!
Scoops yanks TK up and throws hands - - -lefts, rights, a snap scoop slam!
Bourbon charges - - - but Game Girl hits a rocket-propelled fist from her knees! It hits Bourbon square in the face!
The ref’s trying to get Scoops out, but the crowd is loving the chaos.
JC: This is devolving into madness! And we wouldn’t have it any other way!
BG: IT’s madness for now, but them no good bastards are just playin with their food, now. Any moment that championship pedigree is gonna’ take over this contest. You just wait and see!
It spills outside after Scoops clotheslines Bobby over the top rope!
TK runs to assist- - -
⇧ ⇩ ⇩ ⇧ ⇧ A
- - - BUT GAME GIRL INSTANT TRANSMISSIONS RIGHT INFRONT OF TK- PUNCHING HIM IN THE GUT AND RUNS HIM AT THE ROPES, SENDING HIM TOPPLING OUT OF THE RING LIKE A RAGDOLL!!
Meanwhile, Scoops grabs Bobby by the collar and whips him into the barricade, sending fans scattering. TK runs up on Scoops and begins brawling with the old veteran. TK slams Scoops hard to the floor and hops the barricade, trying to help his partner out
BUT IT’S GAME GIRL!!!
She climbs the top rope, and dives onto TK and Bobby with a LIGHT BOMB DIVE! Arms wide as she crashes into them both.
BG: There go three rows of fans! And a nacho tray!
The brawl continues into the crowd.
Scoops has hopped over the rail, and he and Bobby are now exchanging slow, heavy punches that echo like thunder. TK tries to regroup, but Game Girl is there,
⇦ ⇩ ⇨ ⇦ ⇩ ⇨ A B POWER GEYSER!
A sudden burst of energy erupts from the floor right under TK, blasting him into the air and dropping him onto the concrete!
BG: SEE! Witchcraft! How is that even leg, Jack? This match needs to be called and the victory awarded to the Bastards!
JC: Well, I’m pretty sure both teams could’ve been counted out at least 3 times over by now, but for some reason the ref is just letting them go at it!
Scoops lifts Bobby up for a - - - SIDEWALK SLAM! - - -right onto the concrete steps in the aisle!
Bobby screams in pain as Scoops rolls him down four rows of seats.
Meanwhile, Game Girl hits FAST TRAVEL, vanishing from the barricade and appearing behind TK near the concessions stand.
JC: I don’t even know how she did that! Did she just blink?
BG: Damn voodoo woman!
She grabs TK up
⇦ ⇦ ⇨ ⇨ B BIMMY TO JIMMY!!!!!
THe belly to belly suplex rocks TK, and these fans are losing it!
chanting SCOOPS MCGE-GEE! SCOOPS MCGE-GEE! as the war rages into the lower bowl.
Game Girl does a suicide dive onto Bourbon! But Bourbon catches her mid-air
- - -STREET PIZZA!- - -
He flattens her into the ringside mat.
And now… TRIPLE STAR CRUNCH!
Three consecutive Alabama slams!
JC: Well, the tide certainly has shifted pretty quick here, Brody
BG: I told you it was only a matter of time. Them Bastards have been tag champs in every brand they’ve stepped in, in and out of the XWF, for a reason!
Meanwhile, TK and Scoops are brawling through the timekeeper’s area. TK slams Scoops face-first into the announce table!
BG: No, no wait, goddamnit! Not my monitor!
TK goes to powerbomb Scoops on the floor - - - BUT SCOOPS COUNTERS INTO A BACK BODY DROP!
Scoops hauls TK to his feet - - - brings him over to the announce table - - -sets him up - - - -ATOMIC DROP!
IS THAWRTED BY A BOBBY BOMB OUT OF NOWHERE!
SCOOPS IS DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE!
Bobby rolls TK into the ring, and Game Girl is just making it to her feet on the apron, holding her ribs.
TK grabs her by the head and lifts her over the top rope and back into the ring. She climbs back to her feet - - -BUT EATS A SUPERKICK!
TK stays on the attack stomping a mudhole in Game Girl. He lifts her back up and whips her into he and Bobby’s corner… RUNNING KNEE ATTACK!
Before Game Girl can fall, TK pushes her back and tags Bobby in! He turns GG up, and puts her into a tree of woe, and now both Bastards are taking their time stomping the code right out of GG. TK moves back to tha apron, and Bobby lifts GG into a bearhug. Jolsting her around and ramming her into the turnbuckle. Then he crushes her with a backbreaker, before chaining the move seamlessly into a samoan drop!
JC: Game Girl’s taken a beating here. The Bastards are dissecting her like two middle schoolers with a frog.
Game Girl writhes in the center of the ring. Bobby makes the tag back to TK, and he saunters forward… mocking a joystick wiggle with his hands… grabs her by the ponytail, and smirks down at her.
“Game over, bitch” he mouths.
But her fingers twitch.
A blue glow begins to pulse from her right gauntlet.
TK doesn’t notice until her palm shoots up- - - POWER UP PUNCH!!!! - - - clocking him clean in the chin and staggering him. She kip-ups, adrenaline surging, and unloads a - - -RAGING UPPERCUT!!!- - - TK staggers backward into the ropes. And Bobby tags his shoulder
Bobby rushes in and - - - BOBBY BOMB!!!!!!!!
BUT GAME GIRL ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!!!
The crowd rises as Game Girl calls the code:
⇧ ⇧ ⇩ ⇩ ⇦ ⇨ ⇦ ⇨ B A - ⇩ ⇧+B, ⇧ ⇧ A, A+B, ⇩ + B, ⇩ ⇩ A+B, ⇦ ⇩ ⇨ ⇦ ⇩ ⇨ A B, ⇩+A, Mash A then release A, ⇦ ⇨ ⇦ ⇦ A - - - ULTRA COMBO!!!- - -
MOON GRAVITY!
FLIP KICK!
RAGING UPPERCUT!
GRAB!
DOWN THROW!
ROMPER STOMPER!
POWER GYESER!
JC: It’s like the Game Genie just activated!
Bobby is launched into the air - - - and as he falls…
POWER-UP PUNCH!
Then…
ROCKET PROPELLED FIST!!
BG: BOBBY BOURBON HAS BEEN SENT TO THE STRATOSPHERE!
Bobby crashes down hard!
Game Girl tags Scoops.
Scoops grabs TK as he re-enters the ring and throws him over the top rope!
He turns to Bobby - - - lifts him - - - THE BIG SCOOP!
He drops down into the pin - - - the crowd counts with him!
1!
2!!
JC: NEW CHAMPIO-
CRACK!!!!!!
BG: WHAT THE HELL?!
Thunder Knuckles - - - having recovered enough to reach under the ring - - - SMASHES SCOOPS ACROSS THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
The ref IMMEDIATELY calls for the bell.
WINNERS: VIA DISQUALIFICATION -SCOOPS MCGEEGEE-!
But still Anarchy Tag Team Champions: THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS
DING DING DING!!!
JC: DISQUALIFICATION! Them No Good Bastards have gotten themselves DQ’d! But they retain the Anarchy Tag Team Titles![/blue]
TK doesn’t stop - he drives the chair down again! AND AGAIN!
Game Girl dives into the ring to stop him - - - but Bobby’s back in - - - grabs her by the throat - - -EMC SQUARED!!!
Game Girl writhes in pain.
Bobby lifts her - - - FLATIRON!
TK climbs the turnbuckle…
FLYING ELBOW onto Game Girl!
[white]JC: This is despicable!
As Scoops tries to crawl onto all fours, Bobby bashes him with the chair again, damn near wrapping it around his back.
Bobby throws GG out of the ring now, and lifts her up near the announce table into a vertical suplex.
TK climbs the top rope and DIVES!
RainbowLaserDeathSequence!
THROUGH THE TABLE!!!
Security rushes down the ramp, trying to break it up.
They throw GG back in the ring now, and BOBBYBOMB!
TK has the chair and begins swinging it over and over, ruthlessly punishing GG
Scoops pulls himself over Game Girl’s body, trying to shield her from another chairshot, as security finally makes it to the ring. TK throws the chair down and TNGB exits the ring.
BG: I don’t think TNGB *care* they lost. They were seconds from losing the belts, they knew it. So they did what they do best: they ended it on their terms.
The No Good Bastards exit the ring to a chorus of boos, belts in hand, grinning like devils as medical personnel check on Game Girl.
JC: Scoops and Game Girl win by disqualification, but they don’t leave with the gold - - - so at what cost? Game Girl appears to be seriously injured.
The scene fades with Scoops leaning over GG as she's being positioned to be lifted onto a stretcher. Concern and anger written all over his face.
"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.
JC: We’re not going to need any introduction or build-up for this match here, folks. Larry Tact, Aurora. These two have had their fair share of history together, both in XWF and in Level-Up Wrestling. They’ve clashed numerous times before, each of them holding a victory over the other.
BG: No gold on the line this time, Jack, just a matter of bragging rights and being the one to settle the score. If Tact wants to be able to move on from Aurora and assert himself as the ‘Tactilizing One,’ this is his chance.
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. He returns to center stage and points to either side of the crowd. The lights cut out except for green, gold, and crimson spotlights highlighting the audience in attendance. Larry makes his way down to the ring, pounding fists with some fans at ringside before hanging onto the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron.
Facing the stands, he opens his arms up and puffs his chest out to receive the feverish energy of his supporters. Wiping his boots on the apron, Tact proceeds into the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and again holds his arms out. “BEST GAME WINS!!!” he exclaims to another pop before descending and making his final preparations for the match.
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’s wearing a mask that covers her face in what looks like old, pitted cast iron. 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, AURORA!
JC: To your points earlier, Brody, just as Tact wants to be able to put this back-and-forth behind him, Aurora’s got to be willing to do whatever it takes to be able to put the final nail in the coffin here tonight. She’s got to be looking to avenge her loss for the Television Championship, after all.
BG: Being willing to do something and actually do it are two different things though, Jack. Tact’s got the most recent victory between the two of them - let’s see if that’ll be setting the tone for this match.
Aurora walks through the smoke and down to and around the ring with purpose, 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 entering the ring.
Aurora
- vs -
Larry Tact
DING! DING! DING!
The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as both Aurora and Larry Tact glare daggers at each other from across the ring. Tact is in his own corner, bouncing on his toes as he gets his body ready for action. Aurora sits in her own corner, glowering at him with an intense focus in her eyes.
The two slowly circle around the ring, slow to approach each other as the fans are already alight for this match.
JC: Looks like this crowd shows no hesitation in regards to who they’re rooting for in this match…
BG: Well, if either of these guys are going to win, they’re going to have to be able to blot out the noise and focus on their opponent.
The two lock hands in the middle of the ring, looking for a mini-test of strength here. Their eye contact is enough to make men vomit if looks could kill, both of them looking for even the slightest hint of weakness in the other.
Aurora is the first to move, sweeping down and looking to shoot off to the side and aim for a quick baseball slide. Tact sees it coming, though, raising his leg and stepping off to the side. Aurora keeps her grip on Tact’s hand intact as she rises back up, but this allows Tact to quickly lock in a side headlock on Aurora! He’s got it in tight as she tries to struggle out!
Big elbow to the back of the head causes Aurora to stumble! Tact uses his bulky frame and greater size to his advantage, pushing Aurora to the corner as he grins! He’s trying to practically crush her against the corner as Aurora continues to try and push him off!
The referee finally steps in, however, looking to break up the two and create some separation! Tact is slow to react, but eventually brings his hands off of Aurora, innocently keeping his hands up while staring at Aurora…
ONLY FOR HIM TO GO IN FOR A PUNCH!
BUT AURORA GETS HER ARMS UP TO BLOCK!
AND TACT STOPS JUST A HAIR BEFORE MEETING AURORA! He ignores the referee chastising him as he simply chuckles, slapping Aurora on her shoulder as he looks to back up-
SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
-ONLY TO GET MET WITH AN OPEN-PALMED SLAP BY AURORA!
JC: You can already see the handprint forming on Tact’s face from that huge slap from Aurora, Brody! She didn’t take too kindly to any sort of patronizing there!
BG: What a vicious cheap shot! You could see Tact backing up with his hands up, he couldn’t do anything to defend himself!
JC: So it’s okay for Tact to try and antagonize her?
BG: Art of war, Jack! You gotta be able to handle any mind games that could come up here!
Aurora marches out of her corner with a square fighting stance, giving a quick one-two punch combination to the body to hunch Tact over before following it up with a HUGE shin kick that has the bigger man limping!
ANOTHER shin kick soon follows, before Aurora looks to rise up with her other leg for a roundhouse kick to the ribs now!
BUT IT’S CAUGHT BY TACT! He shakes his head no, before bringing his free hand up to Aurora’s hair, bringing her down so that he can clobber her with a HUGE rising knee to the face!
JC: We’re just getting started, and already, this is starting to turn into a knock-down, drag-out brawl! This one is going to get ugly fast, folks!
BG: We’re gonna see everything they’ve got, laid out on the line here!
Aurora stumbles back, quickly wiping her nose and looking down to see no blood shed yet, before looking back up at Tact as he tries to move in on the offensive. A clubbing forearm from the big man has her falling onto a knee for a brief moment, before he grabs her by the neck and wrenches her over for a neckbreaker!
NO! Aurora shoots an elbow behind her right into the ribs, and now it’s Larry Tact who’s forced to stagger from the hard shot! A second elbow comes out, now followed by a third! Aurora manages to turn around, forcing Tact off of her and towards the ropes! Tact staggers, looking back around him towards Aurora-
WHO CHARGES IN WITH A RUNNING KNEE THAT TAKES HIM OUT OF THE RING!
JC: ENTROPY BLADE! It didn’t take her long to bust out that hellacious strike in this match!
BG: Yeah, but Tact sailed his way out of the ring! Aurora can’t get a convincing victory here by count-out, can she?
As Larry Tact is slow to get onto his feet, Aurora hops over the ropes and onto the apron, slowly staring her mark down as she looks to get set… and as he gets onto his feet, she charges forward, looking for a penalty kick to the skull!
But Tact sidesteps! He grabs Aurora by the leg and pulls her down, giving her a hard landing right on the hard ring apron! She winces, trying to collect herself, but Tact won’t give her a chance to breathe!
Just as Aurora tries to roll off of the ring, Tact catches her in midair! He looks over the barricade, and gets a full head of steam as he moves! He gives Aurora a HUGE gutwrench suplex over the barricade and onto the seats of the fans at ringside!
BG: Look at this, Jack! The ring isn’t big enough to contain the fight of these two! They don’t even want to bother at ringside!
JC: What an awful fall there from Aurora! Her spine’s gotta be in agony right now after landing on unforgiving steel right after a bump on the ring apron!
The referee yells at the two to get back into the ring, but Tact ignores the referee’s demands, instead grabbing Aurora up by her hair as she weakly slumps back to her feet. A few clubbing forearms to the back keeps her in place, before he slumps her body over the barricade… SWINGING NECKBREAKER ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!
The referee begins to count!
ONE!
Tact takes a deep breath, taking his time in getting up with a small smile on his face as he looks back at Aurora only weakly stirring beside him.
TWO!
He delivers a boot to the skull, causing her to roll over from the impact.
THREE!
Tact rubs his lip, bringing Aurora back onto her feet and gives her another knee to the gut for good measure. Aurora feels the air rushing out of her body as she doubles over.
FOUR!
JC: Tact’s trying to break Aurora at this rate, Brody! She might not be able to get back into the ring at this rate while Tact is going to have all the time in the world to do so!
BG: Dog eat dog world, Jack. If Aurora’s going to want this win so bad, she’s going to have to fight back!
Tact eyes up the other side of the ring, before throwing Aurora across the ringside area with an Irish Whip to send her into the barricade!
BUT AURORA COMES BACK TO LIFE AS SHE HOPS OVER THE BARRICADE AND LANDS SWIFTLY ON THE OTHER SIDE!
JC: Aurora might have heard you, Brody!
FIVE!
Tact furrows his brows as he moves in, but Aurora is quick on the draw! As Tact is running, she uses the metal guardrail as a launchpad for her to hit Tact with a SPRINGBOARD METEORA! Both competitors wipe out onto the ground!
SIX!
Aurora is only barely stirring right now, while Tact is still laid out from the impact of that sudden Meteora.
SEVEN!
JC: Aurora might have spent too much of her energy on that counterattack, while Tact’s skull might have taken a harsh landing there! Are we headed for a double countout?
BG: These two better hope not, or else they’ll never hear the end of each other!
Aurora manages to get onto her knees, just as she sees Tact starting to get up too! Aurora pushes herself onto her feet and shoots a HEAVY roundhouse kick at Tact!
BUT IT’S CAUGHT!
EIGHT!
BUT AURORA ANSWERS BACK WITH A HUGE ENZUIGIRI THAT WIPES TACT OUT!
NINE!
AURORA REALIZES THE COUNT AS SHE HAS TO FORCE HERSELF BACK ONTO HER FEET QUICKLY! She’s still a bit dazed, but manages to do so as she rolls inside the ring!
She quickly rolls back out though before the referee hits the count of ten!
JC: Aurora had that match won!
BG: It’s like I said earlier, Jack! Neither competitor can be satisfied here with a measly countout victory-
JC: LOOK OUT!
LARRY TACT HITS A HUGE RUNNING SHOULDER BLOCK THAT SHOVES AURORA RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Aurora bounces off the unforgiving steel as she screams out in agony! She’s on all fours, trying to crawl away from Larry, but once again, he’s on top of her! He grabs her by her long hair, hoisting her up and bouncing her head off the top of the steps! He uses the opportunity to roll her into the ring, and he rolls in after her!
Aurora is down, but Larry isn’t wanting to risk it! He hoists her up - ONLY TO SLAM HER RIGHT BACK DOWN WITH A URANAGE SUPLEX!
BG: Looks like Larry just gave Aurora the Humbling of a lifetime, Jack! That’s gotta be all she wrote!
The referee slides in for the cover!
OOOOONE!
TWOOOOO!
KICKOOOUT!
JC: Not quite, Brody! Aurora’s taken a beating in the squared circle before, and she’s not giving in quite yet here!
Tact scowls, but gets off of Aurora regardless as she’s slow to stir. She weakly reaches up, trying to look towards the ropes, but Tact steps in between as he grabs Aurora by the wrist. He slowly yanks her up… and pulls her right into a short-arm clothesline!
Tact maintains wrist control, though! He’s still got Aurora tight as she’s laid out! He forces her back up onto her feet, sizing up his mark… and nails a SECOND short-arm clothesline!
But Larry Tact STILL has control of the wrist! Aurora groans as she holds onto her shoulder in agony, but Tact once more pulls Aurora forcefully back onto her feet, lining up for another SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLI-
COUNTERED WITH AN ENTROPY BLAAAAADE!
AURORA SINKS DOWN TO HER KNEES AS TACT IS SENT BACK TO THE ROPES ONCE AGAIN! BUT TACT THIS TIME KEEPS HIS BEARINGS ENOUGH TO HOLD ONTO THE ROPES, FORCING HIMSELF BACK ONTO HIS FEET TO RUN AT AURORA AND ATTACK HER SHOULDER WITH A RUNNING BIG BOOT!
TACT GETS SENT ONTO ALL FOURS, SWEATING AND BATTERED AS AURORA IS FORCED TO HOLD ONTO HER SHOULDER FOR DEAR LIFE!
JC: Tact looks like he’s got a bullseye right on Aurora’s arm right now, and he’s going to stop at nothing until he practically rips it out of its socket!
BG: Well, Jack, anyone who watched Mayday 3 remembered how Larry Tact made Aurora tap to none other than his Tactful Surrender! The arms are just one of the spots targeted by the Tactful Surrender, so it’s clear he’s trying for a repeat performance here!
Tact smirks as he looks at Aurora out of the corner of his eye, bringing himself back onto both feet again as he takes a deep breath. He pulls Aurora up again, wrapping the injured arm behind her back in a hammerlock position before hoisting her up into a HUGE scoop slam that lands right on the bad arm!
But that’s not all! Tact proceeds to follow it up by running the ropes - and drops a BIG running knee drop right onto the injured shoulder! Aurora grabs at the arm in agony, gritting her teeth by any means possible as Tact pulls her back for another pin!
OOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOO!
KICKOOOOOUT!
JC: Still not quite it, but even every kickout Aurora is having to spend here is taking more energy out of her! Tact is showing his high ring IQ in the ring, surely one of the highest in the XWF today!
BG: Rory’s got a huge uphill battle to climb, Jack. I wouldn’t wanna wish that fight on my worst enemy.
Aurora turns over onto her knees, grabbing the arm again to try and force some feeling back into it. Tact sees his opportunity though and decides to ramp up the pressure. He steps over, placing his boot right between Aurora’s arms to drive the injured arm back between his legs, and he sits down to place his entire body weight on it!
BG: What the hell kind of modified armbar is this?!
JC: This is the Ashi Gatame, Brody! It’s a BJJ technique using your entire body weight for an armbar! Aurora’s got to do something quickly or her arm is about to snap into two!
Aurora is screeching like a banshee as she tries to wriggle her arm free from between Tact’s legs, but it’s no use! Tact has his legs locked together! Aurora tries to maneuver her body to try and wriggle Tact off of her, but he weighs too much more than her!
It’s desperation time! Aurora reaches over with her good arm to slug Tact in the liver with her left hand! Tact grits his teeth, doubling over as Aurora shoots another left hand! A clubbing forearm cuts Aurora’s third shot off though, and Tact proceeds to put more weight down onto the injured arm!
The referee is in Aurora’s face, asking if she wants to give up!
BUT SHE RESPONDS BY REACHING OFF TO THE SIDE AND JUST BARELY GRABBING THE ROPES!
JC: Aurora barely managing to force a rope break there, Brody! But you have to wonder how much more she’ll have in the tank at this rate!
BG: Doesn’t look like it’ll be enough. Tact’s got her right where he wants her.
Tact proceeds to pull Aurora right back towards the center of the ring! He’s trying to lock in a Million Dollar Dream - but Aurora has enough wherewithal to be able to lean forward and force Tact to roll over and break the hold!
JC: Tact tried to make Aurora Tactilize Yourself, but he couldn’t quite get the hold cinched in!
BG: Did she just delay the inevitable, though?
Tact tries to go for a right hand, but Aurora kicks the arm away to parry it! Tact is stunned, letting Aurora land a push kick that creates some separation! Tact gets forced back to the corner, but he doesn’t stay back there for long! He moves in again, and Aurora throws another kick! Tact catches it though - BUT AURORA STEPS UP INTO AN ENZUIGIRI!
Tact rights himself, but Aurora’s already back on her feet! She turns around - SPINNING BACK KICK RIGHT TO THE LIVER HAS TACT ON ALL FOURS ON THE MAT!
JC: EVENT HORIZON FROM AURORA! If she’s only got one good arm, that’s more than enough for her to go and use her legs instead!
BG: Tact is reeling right now! He can’t let the momentum fully shift like this, but that kick really hammered him!
Tact is heaving a deep breath on the ground, trying his best to collect himself! But Aurora realizes this is the chance she’s been waiting for! She massages her shoulder, looking out to the fans cheering her on!
Aurora nods! She watches as Tact slowly picks himself up as she runs to the opposite corner, and then runs with a full head of steam to BLAST LARRY TACT INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKICK!
JC: SHE’S FOLLOWING IT UP WITH A CRITICAL TRIGGER! Brody, this might be the comeback time here!
BG: Is her arm going to allow her to finish this, though?
Aurora KIPS UP ONTO HER FEET! She’s holding onto her arm, but she’s feeling every ounce of energy within the arena! She looks over towards Larry who’s trying to pull himself up, and she moves towards him!
But Tact sees Aurora coming! Out of sheer desperation, he shoves her back, trying to will himself back onto his feet!
Aurora shakes her head at him, though! She lunges forward! ENTROPY BLADE-
BLOCKED! TACT PARRIES THE ENTROPY BLADE! HUGE HEADBUTT LANDS RIGHT ON AURORA’S NOSE!
BUT AURORA, GROGGY AND STAGGERED, RESPONDS WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE SKULL AS SHE’S FALLING!
BOTH COMPETITORS ARE DOWN AND MAYBE OUT!
THE REFEREE STARES WITH A SHOCKED EXPRESSION AS THE FANS ARE POPPING OFF AT THE BRUTAL DISPLAY BEFORE THEM!
JC: I don’t know what it’s going to take for either of them to stay down, Brody.
BG: Neither do I, Jack. But I’m just enjoying the ride while I’m seeing it before me.
The referee, watching as both competitors aren’t moving, begins to count them both out.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Aurora is the first to stir, her arms awkwardly moving about in front of her, but Tact soon does the same.
FOUR!
FIVE
Aurora manages to roll over onto her belly, beginning to crawl towards the ropes for support.
Tact begins to get onto all fours, rubbing the sweat and fatigue out of his eyes as he glares at Aurora from across the ring.
SIX!
SEVEN!
Aurora manages to get to the ropes in time to pull herself up! But as she turns around, she sees Tact already on his feet!
Tact moves in, kicking Aurora right in the gut! He hoists her up onto his shoulder, looking for a big powerslam as he begins to run across the ring! He’s looking to slam her down - but Aurora slips out from behind!
Tact turns around, only to eat a huge body hook right to the liver once again from Aurora’s good arm! He’s forced to grunt while forcing himself to stay on his feet, but Aurora sees her chance as she screams in triumph! She runs off the ropes, while looking to finish the deal!
SHE LEAPS UP TOWARDS TACT!
SPIKE HURRICANRANA!
BG: LOOK AT THIS, JACK! TACT’S GOT HER CAUGHT! HE’S NOT FALLING! WHAT A DAMN FREAK OF NATURE!
JC: Aurora was trying to finish this match with her patented finishing move, the Black Legacy! But Tact’s got her well-scouted! They’ve both got each other well-scouted!
TACT USES EVERY OUNCE OF HIS STRENGTH LEFT TO HOIST AURORA ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AS SHE’S LEFT SQUIRMING!
ONLY TO RELEASE HER DOWN FOR A BACKBREAKER!
BG: STAR POWER! STAR POWER! HOLY HELL, JACK, HE GOT HER!
JC: I think that might have taken just as much out of Larry as it did Aurora though, Brody!
Both competitors are down on the mat again! Larry turns his head, seeing the unconscious Aurora as he slowly pulls himself over towards her! He grits his teeth, bringing himself up onto his feet as he huffs!
BG: Take the pin, Larry!
JC: It doesn’t look like he’s going to! He’s got something different in mind!
TACT GRABS AURORA BY THE BAD ARM! HE’S LOOKING TO CINCH IN THE TEQUILA SUNRISE SUBMISSION MOVE!
JC: AND IT’S A MOVE WE’RE ALREADY FAMILIAR WITH! THE TACTFUL SURRENDER!
BG: That’s it! He’s going to make her TAP, Jack!
Aurora is squirming, though! She’s holding onto the bad arm with her good one, refusing to let Tact hook over the arm! There’s a tug-of-war ensuing on the mat! TACT MANAGES TO PRY THE INJURED ARM FREE THOUGH!
BUT JUST AS HE BEGINS TO HOOK THE ARM IN PLACE AND GRAB THE LEG-
AURORA TURNS HER BODY AROUND TO FORCE TACT TO ROLL OFF OF HER!
JC: What strength from Aurora!
BG: They’re both running on fumes!
TACT RUNS AT AURORA ONE MORE TIME-
BANG!
ENTROPY BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAADE!
TACT’S EYES ROLL INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AS HE’S FORCED ONTO ALL FOURS!
AURORA DOESN’T HESITATE AS SHE RUNS THE ROPES!
AND HITS A SPIKE CURB STOMP!
JC: STARLIGHT SONATA! SHE HIT IT, BRODY!
BG: HOW DID SHE HAVE THAT IN HER?!
AURORA FALLS UNCONSCIOUS AFTER HITTING THE CURB STOMP!
BUT SHE SLUMPS BACK ONTO TACT’S CHEST!
THE REFEREE COUNTS THE PIN!
OOOOOOOOOOONE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEE!
The referee raises the unconscious Aurora’s arm as the arena ERUPTS into cheers!
WINNER: AURORA!
JC: We just saw a WAR in action here tonight, Brody!
BG: I can’t even believe it. I don’t even think Aurora believes it right now with her being out like a light!
JC: But she’ll have quite the celebration to enjoy once she does wake up! A valiant effort here tonight by Larry Tact, but unfortunately it just wasn’t enough!
Eventually as Aurora finally comes to, Tact has found his way to the outside where he is attempting to recover while holding his ribs, trying to catch his breath under a curtain of soaked hair.
Aurora is still in the ring—seated in the corner, leaning back against the bottom turnbuckle. She is breathing heavily. Her head bowed slightly. The crowd gives her a warm pop for the effort.
JC: Aurora gave it everything tonight. No shame in that performance.
BG: She's not moving much, though. You think she’s alright?
The house lights dim slightly. At first, just enough to suggest a transition to commercial or replay, then—
BLACKOUT.
The entire arena plunges into pitch darkness.
AUDIBLE CROWD REACTION — SHOCK, MURMURS.
JC: Whoa—what the hell?
BG: We… uh… we lose power?
The commentary team’s voices fade under growing crowd tension.
A low hum begins to rise in the sound system—just enough to tickle the edge of awareness.
TwoSPOTLIGHTS suddenly ignite in the dark:
One shines centered directly on Aurora, still seated, eyes darting.
The second shines at the top of the ramp.
Beneath that second spotlight—
EMILIA GLAZKOV.
CROWD REACTION — MASSIVE POP, MIXED WITH UNEASE.
Emilia does not move. Her silhouette is unmistakable.
Long black gloves. Eyes locked forward. Her body posture unreadable.
BG (under his breath): ...No way.
JC: It’s the Advocate! The Black Rainbow is here!
BG: I thought she left XWF with Yelena!
JC: Maraeth.
BG: WHATEVER. Point is she’s not supposed to be here!
Aurora’s eyes lift toward the ramp. She sees her. Her shoulders shift. Something inside her recognizes this moment before her mind does.
BLACKOUT.
The spotlights vanish. Silence.
BLACKOUT.
A full six-count of silence.
No commentary. No music. Just the crowd murmuring, confused—some screaming.
Then—
TWO SPOTLIGHTS RETURN.
One again illuminates Aurora, who is now on her knees, pushing up slightly from the mat.
The second shines farther down the ramp.
EMILIA GLAZKOV is now closer.
No sound effect accompanies her advancement. She does not gesture. Does not walk.
She simply is.
The distance between her and Aurora has closed by nearly half.
CLOSE-UP SHOT of Aurora’s face: her breath catches. Muscles tighten. She’s no longer just registering surprise—she’s bracing for something unnatural.
CROWD REACTION — BUILDING INTENSITY, SHOUTS, PHONES RAISED.
BLACKOUT.
This one comes quicker—sharper. Almost violent.
A beat. The hum continues—lower now, but closer. Like it’s moving with her.
SPOTLIGHTS AGAIN.
Aurora is now standing. Wide stance.
The second spotlight is at ringside.
EMILIA IS STANDING AT THE BASE OF THE RAMP.
She has not changed expression. Has not acknowledged the crowd. She looks only at Aurora.
JC (whispering): She’s not walking. She’s... moving between shadows.
BG: That’s not a woman. That’s something else wearing her skin.
Aurora begins to pace slightly. Her fists are clenched now.
She doesn’t understand what she’s seeing—but she knows it’s coming for her.
BLACKOUT.
One breath.
Two.
SPOTLIGHTS RETURN.
Aurora is fully upright now, backpedaled from the corner.
Her chest is rising and falling hard. Her eyes locked ahead.
The second spotlight is inside the ring.
IN THE CENTER STANDS EMILIA GLAZKOV.
Head slightly tilted, as if studying Aurora the way one might observe a butterfly pinned in a display case.
Her hands are at her sides. Unarmed. Not aggressive. But she radiates menace so complete it infects the air around her.
Aurora doesn’t charge. She circles. Unsure whether to strike or speak. She mouths something—“What do you want?”
CLOSE-UP on Emilia. She exhales, and you can almost hear it.
She lifts one hand. Slowly. Not in a taunt—a beckon.
BLACKOUT.
Hard. Final. Sharp as a guillotine.
The moment lingers.
The crowd is roaring now—not in celebration, but instinctive panic and awe.
Commentary is silent. Everything is waiting.
Then—
BLACKOUT.
A few long seconds pass.
Then—[i]HOUSE LIGHTS SNAP ON.[/i]
The ring is fully lit. No atmosphere. No music. Just the sharp fluorescent truth of the moment.
Aurora is alone.
Emilia is gone.
But Aurora doesn’t know that yet.
She’s already swinging.
A sudden, vicious right hook—aimed at the space where Emilia had just been.
SHE HITS NOTHING.
The follow-through spins her slightly. She stumbles forward—eyes darting.
She turns in a full circle, searching the ring.
CROWD REACTION — MIXED SCREAMS AND GASPS.
ANGLE ON FANS: Front row screaming and pointing. Not toward the center—toward the edge.
RING APRON — CAMERA FINDS EMILIA GLAZKOV.
She’s crouched, low, serpentlike on the apron behind Aurora. Her body is poised. Her eyes are calm. She has removed one glove.
In her free hand—
The cracked black goblet.
Aurora doesn’t see her. Not yet.
She hears the fans. Feels the air shift.
Begins to turn—
EMILIA STRIKES.
A sharp, controlled spray of CONSECRATION—directly into Aurora’s face.
A cloud of shimmering black mist. It hits like venom.
Aurora reels back, screaming—not in pain, but confusion.
Her balance collapses. She grabs her own face.
BLACKOUT.
BLACKOUT.
Longest one yet. A full eight-count. No commentary. No sound except the crowd's breath and scattered shouting.
Then—
A SINGLE SPOTLIGHT CLICKS ON.
Focused dead center of the ring.
In the light:
AURORA.
She’s no longer standing.
She’s on her knees, slouched forward, fingers trembling against the mat. Her head twitches in small, erratic movements—like she’s tracking something we can’t see.
Her lips move. No mic. No sound. Just fragments of language.
A prayer? A scream? A word repeated?
CUT TO CLOSE-UP.
Her eyes are wide open but unfocused. Tears well but don’t fall. Her breathing is too fast.
Her chest heaves, but she makes no effort to escape the spotlight. She is caught—not physically, but spiritually.
JC: We’ve got to get her some help out here! I don't know what happened! Emilia Glazkov of the Black Rainbow just sprayed some type of... I don't know... poison in Aurora's face!
BG: She needs immediate medical attention.
JC: Damn the Black Rainbow!
BG: Let’s… let’s cut to commercial, or something.
JC: On a night that has not been short on action and drama, Brody, we have a banger coming up next!
BG: We surely do! Enigma goes one on one with Thaddeus Duke!
JC: These two men rekindled a dormant rivalry several weeks ago on Warfare and tonight at Rebellion, these two men have the unenviable task of living up to their own hype!
BG: They first met more than two years ago in an IIW tournament and it was not Thaddeus Duke that went over that night!
JC: Enigma has had his struggles here in the XWF, there’s no doubt about that. But if I know Thaddeus Duke, he has designs on elevating Enigma’s game here tonight!
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, the haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. A hulking horned beast appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until "The Monster Machine" is revealed in full. The dark and Gothic chanting of “Night of the Wolf” by Nox Arcana continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron, turning towards the crowd as he removes the horned skull mask, revealing his soot-streaked face and colourless eyes. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin and down his heaving chest.
JC: To know of Enigma is one thing…
BG: To see him up close in person is a site to behold. His muscles have muscles!
JC: But he’s not just a big brute, either! The man has a brain inside his head!
Enigma paces the ring like a caged animal, awaiting the arrival of the Lionheart. Backstage, Thad is shown in full gear walking toward the Pryce position with teenage Frankie and his two little ones holding his hands.
JC: Happy 4th birthday to little Livvy and Talon Duke!
BG: Yeah! They get to watch their dad get mauled by Enigma!
Frankie takes the younger siblings away as Thad steps into the Pryce position. Several long, silent moments go by, causing restlessness from the XWF Universe.
XWF Universe: WE! WANT! THAD!
Enigma momentarily stops pacing as the many thousands in attendance at Fenway Park chant for his rival.
JC: Say what you want about Duke but his popularity is unrivaled!
BG: That’s right, peasants! Cheer the Nepo Baby!
The old Hart Attack riff hits the airwaves to a massive pop from the Boston crowd. Night has fallen in New England and the gold Lionheart logo illuminates the ring. Thad finally emerges from backstage wearing the former Hart Championship title around his waist.
BG: What the hell!?
JC: The last Hart Champion! Thaddeus Duke emerges and Boston is rockin’!
BG: So he just gives himself a belt now?
JC: I’m pretty sure it’s just an homage, Brody! Don’t read too much into it!
Thad makes his way down the aisle as the old school Hart pyro bursts and bursts over the ring while he greets fans along the aisle way.
BG: Why does he even still have that thing!? What’s it been, 3 years?
JC: To know Thad Duke is to know how near and dear he regarded the Hart Championship!
Duke steps into the ring and pulls out the ‘I love you’ corner pose to a pop. He then removes the Hart Championship from his waist before planting a kiss on the center and handing it off to the official.
JC: Quite obviously, this is not a title match as the Hart title is no longer an XWF sanctioned championship!
BG: If he’s gonna wear it, then he should defend it regardless!
JC: Will you stop!?
Enigma
- vs -
Thaddeus Duke
The two men retreat to their respective corners, both eyeing one another as the bell sounds.
JC: These two men know each other so well. And it’s important to remember that this is not some deeply personal, blood feud. But one built on professional rivalry!
BG: It should be a good one no doubt, but you gotta ask yourself, is Thaddeus Duke ready for the awesome power of Enigma!?
JC: We’re about to find out!
Enigma signals for a test of strength which Thad immediately scoffs at and says no. Enigma holds his arms out like “what?” Thad advances forward and hits his knees, trying to go for the sequoia trunks that Enigma calls legs, but Enigma is deceptively quick for his size and avoids the grab attempt. Enigma backs off as Thad pops back to his feet.
JC: A little cat and mouse here in the early going!
BG: Which is which!?
The two circle each other once more then lock horns in the center of the ring. After some initial resistance from Duke to Enigma, Enigma amps up the power and quickly, easily forces Duke back into the corner. The official steps in to ask for and receive a clean break as Enigma backs out of the corner.
Duke takes a moment to reassess before stepping forward again. The two go to lock horns a second time but Enigma sends a knee to the midsection of the Lionheart that doubles him over immediately. Enigma drives another knee into his midsection then follows that up with a few clubbing blows against the back of Thad, sending him down to the canvas.
Enigma sends a series of stomps to Thad’s shoulders and lower back but Duke eventually reels out of the way toward a corner before getting to his feet. Enigma stays right on him though and sends Thad across the ring with a powerful whip that sees Thad impact the corner so hard that it sends him over the top to the apron.
JC: What power! Enigma sends Duke up and over to the floor!
BG: Thad probably regretting this match right about now!
JC: Duke is a consummate professional, Brody! He knew the awesome strength he was in for before getting himself into this match!
Despite the official's protests, Enigma exits the ring and follows Thad down to the floor. Grabbing a handful of the lion’s mane, Enigma pulls Thad to his feet that drives him back first into the side of the ring once… twice… three times as the official makes his ten count. Thad staggers forward a bit but Enigma scoops him up and slams him hard onto the floor. Enigma slides in then back out of the ring to break the ten count.
BG: Not just a meathead, folks!
JC: Being on the floor with Enigma is nowhere I’d want to be!
BG: Well, being in the ring with him isn’t exactly a safe place, either!
Enigma lifts Thad back to his feet then whips him toward the ring steps. Thad though, reverses, sending Enigma crashing hard into the steps. Thad rolls back into the ring and lays sprawled out on his back as the referee begins to count Enigma out.
JC: It has been a physical affair thus far…
BG: Thad was running on pure instinct right there.
JC: He surely was but now at least he has some separation which he desperately needed!
By the count of eight, Enigma rolls back into the ring but Thad is back to his feet and lays in a vicious kick to the neck and side of Enigma’s head that momentarily dazes the big man. Enigma fights through the onslaught and back to his feet but Thad lifts him up and slams him down against his knee with a backbreaker to a pop from the crowd.
Thad goes for a cover but Enigma kicks even before a one count. Back to his feet, Thad lifts Enigma to his then sets him up in suplex position and the crowd pops again.
JC: Could it be the Three Amigo’s!?
Thad goes to lift Enigma over but Enigma is just too strong and shifts his weight. Enigma reverses and raises Thad high into the air.
BG: Nope. It’s gonna be one giant Amigo from Enigma!
Enigma hangs Thad upside down for several seconds before planting him down with a hanging vertical suplex.
JC: Coverrrr…. Two!.... Thad kicks out!
BG: It might’ve just been smarter to stay down. It’s not like he’s mounted much of an offense so far.
JC: Have you ever known Thaddeus Duke to stay down? The Lionheart has incredible resilience.
BG: Resilience? Stupidity? Those mean the same thing from where I’m sittin’!
Enigma is back to his feet and pulls Thad to his. He whips the Lionheart toward the ropes then bounces off the far side. On the rebound, Enigma hits a lariat on the last Hart Champion.
JC: Ohhhh! Inside out goes the Lionheart as Enigma damn near takes his head off his shoulders!
BG: Cover him, big guy!
JC: Hook of the leg… twooooo… Thad kicks out!
Enigma gets back to his feet as suddenly, the camera cuts to the entrance way as the Revolution Champion, Justin York makes his presence known.
JC: Awww here we go.
BG: The Revolution champ! And tonight maybe the Anarchy champ as well!
JC: He’s been vying for Thad Duke’s attention now for weeks and it seems now he’ll get it one way or another!
Back in the ring, Enigma lifts Thad to his feet, paying no attention to the developing Justin York distraction. Enigma goes to set him in powerbomb position, but Thad slips out and rolls Enigma up into a small package.
JC: Small package… twoooo and Thad nearly stole one right there!
BG: That was probably closer than anyone, especially Enigma, would’ve liked!
Duke wills himself back to his feet quickly. He looks at York in the center of the aisle way briefly, then takes off across the ring as Enigma starts getting back to his feet. On the rebound, Enigma counters Thad and slams him down hard to the mat with a Samoan drop!
JC: Quick coverrr… twooooo and no! Thad kicks at two!
BG: That one was close too!
Enigma is back up quickly and lifts Thad to his feet before sending him hard into the corner before following him in with a running avalanche style lariat. Thad staggers from the corner and Enigma slams him to the mat with a release German suplex.
JC: Coverrr no! He changed his mind!
BG: The Nepo Baby may be young, but he’s been around this business his entire life! Indecisiveness against him can cost you!
Enigma pulls Thad to his feet and whips him toward the ropes. Thad hangs on, reversing the attempt, sending Enigma to the ropes instead. On the rebound…
JC: Double A Spine Buster!
BG: But he can’t make the cover!
JC: NO, he definitely can’t but it does give him a little separation here!
BG: He might have the best spine buster in the business and you know how much I hate singing Duke’s praises.
JC: He just may.
Duke kips up to his feet to a big pop, getting a second wind. Enigma is almost vertical as Thad approaches him. Doubled over, Enigma sends a defensive back elbow, but where Thad was, isn’t where he is as he avoids the back elbow blow by side flipping over Enigma’s back. As he lands on his feet, he immediately takes down Enigma with a side Russian legsweep. Wasting no time at all, Thad gets back to his feet and scales the corner, sitting on the top rope with his feet resting on the middle. Thad leaps off, driving his knee and his elbow into the skull of the Monster Machine.
JC: Shades of the Hitman as Duke gets back to his feet here in Boston!
BG: He’s got the fans and the momentum at his back!
Duke sends a stomp into the ankle of Enigma. Another to his knee. Another to his hip, his elbow, his shoulder, all the way up one side then down the other with the Garvin Stomp. At Enigma’s feet, Thad lifts the big man's ankles and looks out upon the crowd for a moment, before falling head first, driving his skull into the lower abdomen of Enigma.
Back to his feet, Thad lifts Enigma to his and whips him toward the corner. Enigma reverses at the last second, sending Thad into the corner. Enigma follows him in, but Thad evades the collision but slipping to the ropes to the floor to a huge pop. Enigma starts to stagger backward but Thad reaches in from the floor, tripping him up by the ankle.
JC: Oh man! Enigma’s in prime position for it!
BG: For what?
JC: Could it be!?
Thad points to York who has made it down near ringside now, as Thad pulls Enigma into the ring post. Duke wraps Enigma around the post, locking in the post assisted figure four!
JC: I wasn’t sure if he could wrap those big sequoia’s around the post, but he’s got it locked in!
BG: This is illegal! Disqualify him, ref!
JC: Enigma’s face turns fifty shades of red as Duke has that hold locked in with no chance of escape!
The referee DQ counts Thad, but stops at four, giving him another warning. The referee gives him another DQ count and finally Thad relents at four, releasing the hold. Thad rolls to his feet on the floor, shoots a smirk at York, then climbs to the apron as Enigma works his way out of the corner clutching his knee as he lays on the mat.
Duke scales the turnbuckles, measures Enigma, then leaps off with a crushing Savage elbow drop from the top and immediately goes for the win.
JC: Hook of the leg… twoooooo…. And NO! Enigma kicks at two and this battle continues!
Duke pops to his feet and slaps his thigh to a big pop, giving the signal that the Heat Seeker could be coming. He peels off toward the corner as he waits for Enigma to get up under his own power. Enigma gets up once, but stumbles with his banged up knee, grabbing the referee for support primarily on instinct. With the referee momentarily distracted with Enigma clinging to him, Justin York pounces, grabbing Thad’s plant leg as he tries to accelerate from the corner.
Enigma sees the distraction and shakes off the pain in his knee delivering a devastating running big boot to Thad in the corner. York lets go and ducks down behind the apron as the referee gains his bearings.
JC: Come on, York!
BG: Thad’s on dream street!
Thad staggers out of the corner, not knowing which way to go. He turns around…
JC: Questions…
Enigma lifts up the Lionheart.
BG: And answers!
JC: That’s the move that laid Thad out weeks ago on Warfare! Enigma hooks the leg! One! TWo! THREE!
BG: He got him!
JC: There’s the bell!
WINNER: Enigma
JC: Enigma defeats Thaddeus Duke tonight at Rebellion!
BG: Boston is shook!
Justin York is all smiles as he retreats back into the Pryce position. The referee goes to hand the defunct Hart title to Thad who remains down, but Enigma snatches is out of his hand. He stands over Thad, holds up the Hart title in triumph, then peels away and begins to make his exit.
JC: Enigma! Has stolen the Hart title!
BG: He has! Thad won't like that too much!
JC: Thad's precious is now in Enigma's possession!
Peter Principle hovers beside the Fenway Park loading dock, talking nervously into his cell phone.
”And he took Mister Duke’s Hart Title?!?”
…
Peter frustratedly weaves his hand through his hair.
”That Black Rainbow scum… Well, what does Mister Duke want to do about it?”
…
”What do you mean no one can get a hold of him?”
…
”He’s gone?!? Well, where is he?!?”
…
”What am I supposed to do with Thad gone? He’s th-”
…
Suddenly, Peter stops.
…And his lips turn upward into a smile.
”Thank you for this information.”
*click*
Peter slides his cell phone into his pocket.
That moment, Elon walks up holding a Fenway Frank that he’s halfway through.
Chad walks up behind him, holding one more Fenway Frank in each hand until Elon is ready for them.
”So! *hrf*” He takes a large bite, which doesn’t stop him from speaking. ”Now, that we had until Warfare to work out kinks, I was thinking about an entrance for Chad… maybe some sort of song and dance number for me? An-”
”Your robot fights TONIGHT!”
Elon spits out his frank bite!
”Wh-wh-what! B-b-but you said Dolly’s punishment shouldn’t be contained to just one night!”
”Plans change. We strike now.”
The stadium spotlights rush up toward the ceiling and Waters appears under the XTron.
Dolly marches… well, actually limps to the beat of Ode To Joy, the crowd roaring, her gaze set squarely on the squared circle.
Clearly not loving putting weight on her leg, she gingerly climbs through the ropes and takes the center of the ring. Seeing the front row concerned for her, she raises a single fist into the air and they cheer!
JC: This is an absolute travesty, Brody! Dolly competed earlier tonight, alongside Madison Dyson against TWO Universal champions! She went through HELL! Why would she have to compete twice in the same night?
BG: Simple lesson, Jacko! Don’t piss off the Boss! But, hey, this crowd loves the Revolution so much! They’re getting an extra match with Little Miss Revolutionary! Everybody wins! Maybe Dolly can use all her socialist literature to plaster into a cast when Chad GPT breaks her leg!
…
The lights in the arena dim as the announcer's voice booms over the sound system, introducing the next wrestler. Suddenly, “Mr. Roboto” by Styx fills the arena, and the crowd erupts into cheers as a bright spotlight illuminates the top of the ramp.
Chad G.P.T. steps out into the light, clad in vibrant, heroic-looking ring gear and a beaming, though… somewhat conflicted smile.
Behind him, Elon Musk, wielding a tablet computer waves to the crowd.
The crowd boos unhappily at these two… Chad’s eye twitches as he processes the crowd’s displeasure.
BG: What’s going on with Chad, Jacko?
JC: Well, if I understand Chad correctly, he’s programmed to be the Ultimate Face Wrestler… So, it might be throwing off his processing to get so much displeasure from this Boston crowd!
BG: What’s wrong with these people?!? Why are they booing Chad?
JC: I feel like they’re booing Elon Musk for being Peter Principle’s toady, but I guess Chad’s taking strays for being Elon’s blunt object for executing Peter’s will.
As Chad G.P.T. reaches the ring, he climbs up onto the apron and poses for the crowd, flexing their muscles and throwing up a hand gesture that's become synonymous with their heroic persona. The audience continues to boo!
Dolly meets Chad in the center of the ring. The official directs both competitors… Dolly says something to Chad… Chad is wordless and expressionless.
[white]BG: Dolly trying to beg Chad for mercy here! Good luck with that!
JC: Hush, Brody! Dolly’s probably trying to figure out what Chad’s role in this is!
…After a few moments of silence, Chad starts saying something back to Dolly…
A MAELSTROM OF BOOS AS WARFARE GM PETER PRINCIPLE STORMS DOWN THE RINGSIDE!
JC: Oh, go to Hell, Peter! This THUG is coming down to watch his handiwork play out!
”Cut my music!” Peter says as he reaches ringside beside Elon Musk.
From ringside, General Manager Peter Principle, smug in a gaudy blue suit, leaned over the barricade with a mic in hand.
“Dolly, after reviewing your employee history… And searching every page of the XWF’s corporate handbook. I’ve determined that your work isn’t up to snuff!”
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
“You lost your title tonight AND you’re showing up to work injured! That’s not acceptable in this work environment!”
JC: She’s showing up injured because you’re making her work a second match, you dick!
BG: Language, Jacko!
”Consider this a formal employee review! If you can’t beat Chad GPT tonight? We’ll be TERMINATING your contract!”
Dolly stares daggers at Principle, before turning back to her opponent Chad… Chad’s eye continues to spasm…
”Dolly? THIS what happens when you cross authority.” Peter nods at the timekeeper.
”Ring the DAMN bell already!”
DOLLY WATERS
- vs -
CHAD GPT If Dolly loses, she’s FIRED!
The moment the bell rings, Dolly launches herself forward, adrenaline masking the pain!
JC: Oh my! Dolly, knowing the quicker she gets the win, the less chance she does permanent damage to that nagging recurrent leg injury of hers!
Chad’s eyes flickered, changing colors, calculating a thousand physics equations a second as his opponent moves.
Dolly flung her body, feet out,, aiming for Chad’s chest!
SHOTGUN DROPKICK!
…
No!
Chad dipped his shoulders and caught her midair, folding her body like a lawn chair before dumping her onto the canvas with a textbook body slam!
Peter delightedly claps at this display. Elon takes a brief bow, before clapping himself for his machine!
JC: Oh this is ridiculous! How is Dolly supposed to fight a wrestling supercomputer with one good leg!
BG: I don’t think she is, Jacko! She’s supposed to lose and, god help her, navigate this job market! If you wanna help, maybe start writing her a reference letter!
Dolly gasped. Her back arched, limbs flailing for momentum… Chad’s face remained blank, but his head tilted slightly — as if curious. As if calculating.
Dolly scrambled to her feet and threw a desperate, reckless…
SPINNING BACKFIST!
…
Dodged!
Chad’s torso swayed in perfect timing, ducking the strike, before twisting behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist…
GERMAN SUPLEX! Chad’s maneuver is executed with so much precision and fluidity, it almost didn’t seem violent. Like a piston in an engine, Dolly’s back collides against the mat.
As Chad stood, he adjusted the rotation of his left wrist, like a machine checking its calibration.
”YES! DO IT! KILL HER!” Peter calls out, ruining the serene inhuman perfection of Chad’s wrestling… Before adjusting his hair back onto his head.
Dolly let out a groan. Her eyes watered as she clutched her side.
JC: This is absurd! Would this match even be winnable if Dolly wasn’t hurt?!?
“That’s my future champion right there!” Peter clapped, before looking over his shoulder! ”Elon — give him a little boost, would ya?”
Elon blinked. With no thought to consequence, his fingers start tap-dancing across his tablet.
Chad’s shoulders stiffened. His stance widened. His eyes pulsed blue. Something changed.
Dolly’s lip curled. She pulled herself upright using the ropes, one leg dragging slightly behind. Her face lit up with a surge of desperation as she launched toward Chad again, spinning into a…
DISCUS CLOTHESLINE!
…
Sigh. Another miss! With jarring speed, he sidestepped. His head tilted as Dolly passed!
The crowd doesn’t even gasp… You can feel the hope draining out of the arena as Chad overwhelms Dolly!
As Dolly passes Chad, GPT pivots and delivers a swift kick to the back of her injured leg.
GASP! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
JC: Oooooh! This crowd did NOT like that! The machine programmed to be the “Ultimate Face” just pulled out a dirty trick on Dolly Waters!
Dolly screamed out, collapsing. Her leg folded awkwardly underneath her, and she hit the mat hard, clutching her knee.
”Yes!” Peter claps! ”FINISH HER, CHAD!”
But something... odd happened. Chad’s right eye twitched. His pupils expanded. He froze for a half-second — an eternity in processing time.
BG: …What the Hell’s going on there, Jacko!
JC: …Dunno! Something about that programming change seems to be affecting Chad!
Dolly writhed, teeth clenched as tears broke past the corners of her eyes. She reached for the bottom rope, dragging herself forward on raw instinct.
Chad’s body glitched — a spasm in the shoulder. His hands trembled briefly before he stepped forward. His expression still lacked emotion, but something about his body language was off — his movements lacked the usual mechanical smoothness.
He grabbed Dolly by the legs.
She twisted, trying to kick him off, but he countered. Slowly, forcefully, Chad rolled her over into a Boston Crab.
Dolly’s face contorted. Her hands clawed the mat, fingers outstretched. Her scream was primal — frustration, pain, and the looming shadow of termination all wrapped into one.
Chad’s eye twitched again.
Then again.
BG: What’s going on? Chad was lightning fast a minute ago, now he seems almost human-speed! Do we need to buy the next model?
JC: Something is slowing down Chad’s processing power! It might be all these updates!
Warnings false across Chad’s HUD…
Good guys don’t exploit injuries. Good guys don’t end careers.
…Elon taps his tablet a few more times!
“END THREAT,” blinked across Chad’s internal HUD.
Chad’s grip tightened.
The crowd, once loud, had gone eerily quiet. Tension wrapped the arena like a vice.
JC: This can’t be how Dolly’s time in the XWF ends! Please for the Love of God!
Dolly screamed again, a raw, agonized shout as the Boston Crab wrenched her spine and knee. Sweat poured down her face, mixing with the grit of the canvas as her fingers clawed at the mat — inch by inch, fist by fist, the pain sharpening her vision instead of clouding it.
The official leans down by her face… Clearly dreading the possibility, but being compelled to ask if she needs to submit!
Dolly’s jaw clenched…
Her teeth bared…
Her hand shakes…
…
……
She…
She…
”YESSSSSSSSS!” Peter’s hideous shriek is one of the only sounds in the arena…
…
BUT DOLLY’S HAND GRIPS THE BOTTOM ROPE!
The crowd erupted — a wild, thunderous pop of hope.
JC: Phew… Thank God! Dolly survives for now!
BG: For now, Jackie! But she’s only prolonging the inevitable!
The referee, with a sudden pep in his step, points at Chad! “ROPE BREAK!”
Chad GPT’s head snapped toward the official A pause. Then, mechanically precise, he released the hold immediately, stepping back with zero protest.
BG: Hmmm, Chad could have legally held that submission hold to the count of five, Jacko!
JC: It’s his programming, Brody! Somewhere, deep in Chad’s programming, is still a sense of fair play and clean competition!
From the outside, Peter Principle’s face twisted with fury.
“Elon! Override that now! Program him to ignore the ref — hold till four!”
Inside the ring, Chad froze again. His eyes flashed erratically. One command said release immediately. The other said hold for four. Neither could override the other completely.
A low whir emanated from his core as his body trembled — processor cycles spiking as he parsed contradictory ethical instructions.
And that was the moment Dolly needed.
Her fingers tightened on the ropes, and she pulled. Her leg shook beneath her, but her eyes were wild now — rage and adrenaline colliding. She forced herself upright, using the ropes as leverage.
Chad turned. Too slow.
Dolly lunged — a spear to his side! The machine staggered, dropping to one knee!
JC: OH MY GOD! Dolly brings Chad off his feet!
The crowd is going absolutely nuts as Dolly wins her first exchange of the match with Chad!
She rolled backward and bounced off the opposite ropes, launching with a single-leg dropkick — nailing Chad in the chest and sending him stumbling.
He lands on his back!
Peter’s eyes widen!
”What’s going on?!? FIX IT! FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT!”
…Elon scratches his head, as he rapidly tries to end processes to try and free up speed for Chad…
Dolly’s face lit up, fierce and determined. Her breath came in shallow bursts, but her body moved on instinct now…. Chad struggles to rise to his feet, but each time, Dolly catches him with another attack bringing him down!
CALF KICK TO THE THIGH! Chad drops to a knee!
SPINNING HEEL KICK TO THE TEMPLE! Chad looks dazed!
A DDT — planting Chad SKULL-FIRST into the canvas!
DOLLY! DOLLY! DOLLY!
Chad lays on the mat, his eyes alternately blinking. His movements were jerky, hesitant. A red warning blinked behind his glassy pupils.
She turns around! Standing Moonsault! She landed flush across his chest!
One!
Tw-
Chad kicks out at one!
…Momentarily, the crowd goes deathly quiet.
JC: Chad’s programming may be buggy, but he’s still a wrestling machine! Can Dolly put him down before he recovers!
As Chad slowly sits up, Dolly sprints across the ring, ignoring the stabbing pain in her leg! Running on adrenaline and fumes!
Elon squinted at his tablet, scratching his head.
“Hmm… this shouldn’t be happening.”
Peter shouted, panicked.
“Fix it! FIX IT!”
Elon taps the screen again!
Chad’s eyes flash!
Dolly’s leg cuts throught the air like a knife!
RUNNING WATERS!
…
BUT CHAD CATCHES HER IN MIDAIR!
Desperation override engaged.
With a flash of strength, Chad spun — and brought her crashing down in a perfect fallaway slam. He sat up immediately. The blue in his eyes had dimmed.
JC: No! No, not like this!
The crowd murmurs and mutters, but hope is fading.
Chad stands, gripping Dolly by the hair… He hoists Waters!
…Chad turns to face the hard-cam!
THUNDERBOLT DRIVER!
…
……
But Dolly twists! And slips behind Chad!
She lands on her feet, bounding for the ropes again!
Chad spins around, to catch…
BUT MISSES THE…
RUNNING WATERS!!!
YES! YES! YES! YES! YES
The Shining Wizard Knee Strike crashed into Chad GPT’s head with full force.
His head jolted. His body short-circuited.
SPARKS flew from his neck. A small chip popped loose from the back of his skull. His arms dropped limply to his sides.
”Activate another desperation protocol! Get him back up!”
Elon scoops the chip off the outside and holds it up to Peter.
”This! Is his code! I can’t do anything now!”
The machine collapsed — flat on his back.
Dolly dove onto him.
One!
”NO!”
Two!!
THREE!!!
WINNER: DOLLY WATERS
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
The crowd absolutely erupts as the official raises Dolly’s arm! She immediately collapse onto her injured knee, but keeps her fist defiantly raised in the air as the crowd roars adoration down upon her!
JC: What an absolute fight! What a war Dolly waged! And she WON!
…Peter sneers furiously. He mean-mugs Elon, who is typing out development notes on testing…
Finally, he beckons for a microphone.
JC: Oh what now!
A techie gives Principle a mic, which he raises to his face.
”Dolly.”
”...”
”You’re not fired.”
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Dolly pumps her fist from the mat as the crowd continues to celebrate!
”BUT!”
…
”You are INDEFINITELY SUSPENDED!”
…
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Peter sneers disgustedly at the crowd before turning his attention back to Dolly.
”Maybe Thaddeus Duke won’t let me fire you, Dolly…”
”But he can’t make me book you now that you’re not champion…”
”So you’re gonna SIT at home…”
”Until your contract EXPIRES…”
”And then you’re DONE with this company…”
”And there’s not a DAMN thing anyone can do to stop me!”
…Peter pitches his microphone down on the floor, before storming out…
…
JC: Woah wait a minute!
BG: Son of a bitch.
JC: The face that runs this place!
BG: Once is enough, baby![/white]
The fans look on in anticipation as the C.O.O’s music hits for the second time tonight. They didn’t imagine they’d be seeing him after his war with Enigma much earlier. Does this have something to do with the fact that Justin York is about to fight for his second title? Did he push Thaddeus too far?
The lights go out for a short time before a spotlight hits a hole in the stage, thick white smoke begins to cover it and the stage entirely.
Suddenly a platform begins to rise and there is a figure that many figure to be Thad. He is clad in an all white trench coat and leather pants. He had a hood pulled over his face so you cannot see him. You hear a fan holler “ITS GOD!”
The man remains still as the platform settles into its spot on the stage. The fans are roaring as the man remains unfazed. He raises his right hand and silences the audience. It’s at this very moment that he slowly unbuttons his coat and pulls the hood from off his head, exposing his face.
JC: Oh god dammit.
BG: YESS!
Quickly the fans begin to boo as they see an all white skull mask with a red bloody maple leaf on it and furthermore the XWF Revolution championship Justin York tosses the coat off and tears away the leather pants revealing his custom made tights that read “champ, champ” on the back and are colored black, gold and red.
BG: Justin god damn York! Trollin’ the marks!
JC: I was excited for a minute.
York rips his mask off and tosses it into the audience but it gets tossed back. He snaps his fingers and a teal spotlight hits him, he smirks and begins his walk to the ring. He pauses at the hard cam and pulls his title off his waits and points at the “PWV” on the title and then looks dead into the camera and speaks the words “We’re BETTER THAN YOU!”
York flips the double bird to the camera and then takes a walk around the ring and sees a kid with his parents. The kid is holding a sign that says “WE LOVE XWF” York smirks and then goes to give the kid a high five but he pulls his hand away and the last second and laughs hysterically. York grabs the sign out of the kids hands and tears it in half and wipes his ass with it before throwing it right at the father.
York leaps up onto the apron and hoists his championship high before getting into the ring and laying seemingly relaxed across the ropes and turnbuckle like it’s his own personal hammock.
RING ANNOUNCER: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE XWF ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP… INTRODUCING FIRST, HE WEIGHED IN TONIGHT AT 242 POUNDS AND HE STANDS AT A TOWERING 6’1 .. HE IS THE REEEEEIGNING AND DEEFEEENDING XWF REVOLUTION CHAMPIIIOON… HE IS “KIIIIIINGGG” JUUUUSTINNN YOOOORRRRK!!!!
[blue]JC: What an entrance by Justin York!
BG: Sure beats that creepy-ass sound about children coming that ‘Graves’ comes out to…
…
JC: Little delay here?
…
Suddenly, there’s the strum of a banjo heard from off-stage…
Through the apron, bursts “Micheal Graves” (allegedly), Anarchy champion, sporting the “Dark Warrior” mask, and the belt on his shoulder.
JC: There he is! Micheal Graves!
BG: Allegedly!
JC: The Longest-reigning Anarchy champion in XWF History! Tonight, his reign has gone for 252 days!
BG: And there’s no allegedly there, Jacko! BUT! How long was Matthias Syn’s Revolution Title reign before “King” Justin York ended it? ALSO 252 days!
JC: Very true, Brody!
BG: And what’s the area code in Toronto, Justin York’s home city?
JC: …No way. Is it 252?
BG: No, but that would have blown your mind, wouldn’t it?!?
As the banjo strings are plucked, ‘Graves’ strolls down the ramp… As an entourage follows him!
Irwin, Mark Flynn’s #1 fan is plucking the banjo, playing the folk song…
Behind *him* are the Students of Gravy.
Miss Furry paws at a triangle, which isn’t plugged into anything…
While Peter Parkor brings up the rear, holding a microphone…
BAMA: I think this is the first time Peter has been on XWF television *while* he’s conscious!
JC: He’s accident-prone to be sure! I don’t know if we’ve ever seen him speak!
Peter raises the mask over his lips and lifts the mic.
♫ You may think that you’re neutral ♫
♫ There are no neutrals though ♫
♫ You’re either with the wrestlers ♫
♫ Or a pawn of the CEOs ♫
Suddenly, from behind the curtain, a group of orange-suited inmates bursts through the curtain!
♫ Which side are you ooooooon? Which side are you oooooooon? ♫
BG: Hey! Those are the prisoners that make up Lockdown Wrestling’s talent pool! What the Hell are they doing out of prison?
JC: Maybe they negotiated a temporary release?
‘Graves’ continues to walk down the ramp to the beat, staring at the challenger in the ring… as the entourage behind him plays…
♫ The Boss wants us divided ♫
♫ He don’t want this song sung ♫
♫ But us wrestlers, we fight until ♫
♫ That final bell is rung ♫
WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON? WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON?
JC: It seems the crowd at Fenway wants to join in on this labor song!
‘Graves’ reaches the steps, as his band of merry-men surrounds the ring, continuing to sing…
♫ Either a wrestler or a boss ♫
♫ Can’t be both, Justin York ♫
♫ You’re either a human ♫
♫ Or you’re with the pork ♫
WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON? WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON?
BG: Oooooh, this ballad’s starting to feel like a diss track!
…Finally, finishing his slow, deliberate march, ‘Graves’ enters the ring and lifts the belt over his head.
♫ Cheer for XWF ♫
♫ Root for PWV ♫
♫ But remember that York *and* Thad ♫
♫ Are ‘them’, not you or me ♫
WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON? WHICH SIDE ARE YOU OOOOOOOOOON?
Irwin finishes with a little banjo solo…
Before humbly sliding his instrument behind his back…
The entourage heads back up the ramp, as ‘Graves’ hands the belt off to the official, never taking his eyes off York.
JC: We now give way to the Anarchy team of Todd Moschitti, and Bama T! For what will be the legend, Bama’s last ever call in XWF!
BAMA: I’m telling you right now, baby, York is going to walk out of here with two titles. Allegedly.
Graves doesn’t even flinch at the bell, he steps forward, his eyes never leaving York. The Revolution Champion lounges in the corner with a smirk, his chewing gum exaggeratedly popping.
The second Graves takes a step forward, York springs to life, charging for a spear—but Graves sidesteps and slaps York across the back of the head!
TODD: OHHHH! Mind games early!
BAMA: When you mix in Graves’ technical skill on the mat - - -
TODD: That’ll never sound right to me.
BAMA: - - -mixed with his ability to wage psychological warfare, it’s no wonder this man has been our champion for so long. And now he’s feeling out York here early on. GEtting in the young champion’s head!
York turns, red-faced, and swings wildly, but Graves ducks and scoops York up for a quick atomic drop - - -sending York bouncing forward and sprawling into the ropes. As York collects himself, Graves springboards off the second rope into a sharp dropkick that sends York tumbling outside!
The crowd erupts.
Graves points to his temple, already one step ahead. He gives chase on the outside, grabbing York by the wrist and whipping him into the steel steps!
CRASH!
York groans as he curls around the steel, clutching his ribs. Graves doesn't let up - - -
he grabs York and heaves him up- - - BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX- - - onto the thinly padded floor!
BAMA: Goddamn, Graves is out for blood tonight!
TODD: As well he should be! York’s been taunting the Anarchy division for weeks!
Graves throws York into the barricade and begins clubbing his back with stiff forearms. The Revolution champ is rattled, trying to stumble away, but Graves catches him- - -
SURFBOARD STRETCH ON THE FLOOR!!!
He pulls York’s arms back as the crowd gets on their feet!
York yells in agony - - -
BUT HE HEADBUTTS BACKWARDS, HITTING GRAVES IN THE NOSE!
York breaks the hold, and as Graves reels, York rakes the eyes and shoves him face-first into the ring post!
THWACK!!!!
Graves drops to his knees, dazed. York snarls and reaches down on the floor, pulling the up padding and exposing the concrete.
GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE EXPOSED FLOOR!
BAMA: There it is, now! Daddy York’s gotten good and pissed off here!
York lifts the Anarchy Champion and slams him into the floor AGAIN!
Graves writhes, and York lifts again - - - SMACK! - - -and again- - - SMACK!
York stands and does a bowing pose to the fans who are letting him have it. He spits at a fan flipping him off, and then drags Graves up by the mask strap, hurling him under the bottom rope. York slides in and soaks in the boos with another mocking bow.
TODD: There’s that ego again.
BAMA: It’s not ego if you back it up, Todd!
York stalks Graves, grabbing his legs and looking to lock in a submission. SHARPSHOOTER – - - -but Graves catches him with a surprise kick to the thigh, buckling York’s knee!
Graves scrambles up- - -
SPINNING NECKBREAKER!
Both men down!
And the ref counts!
1!
2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
5!!!!!!
Slowly, they rise.
Graves fires a kick to the leg, then another, then a hop onto the second rope- - -
SWINGING DROPKICK!
York’s down!
Cover!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Graves pulls Yorkup and - - - PLANTS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN FOR A REVERSE DDT!
Wasting now time, Graves drags him up again - - - NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!
THIS ONE MUST BE OVER!!!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT AGAIN!!!
TODD: York might’ve kicked out there, but he’s down and in a bad way here!
BAMA: Well, you see Gravy baby is favoring his back from those attacks on the floor. Maybe he’s not able to execute his moves with as much force as usual!
York is rolling on the mat, clutching his neck. And Graves is limping to his feet, eyeing the corner. Gingerly, he climbs to the top rope, looking for the Knee Drop- - -
But York throws himself into the ropes!
CLUNG!
Graves crumples onto the post, and tumbles backward off the top, crashing to the mat! York wipes blood from his mouth and pulls Graves into a Snap Suplex!!!
York holds on!!!
rolls through!!!
ANOTHER SUPLEX!!!
He floats over.
1!
2!!!
KICKOUT!!!!!
[blue]BAMA: Dammit,baby that was three! Come on ref! York’s a national treasure!
TODD: He’s Canadian, and we’re in Boston!
York signals to the crowd, he wants to end it early.
He sets up for the Killzone- - -grabbing Graves into the Canadian Brainbuster - - - HE LIFTS- - -
BUT GRAVES KNEES FREE IN MID-AIR!!!
He drops behind York and hits another ATOMIC DROP- - -
YORK FALLS INTO THE ROPES AGAIN- - -
ANOTHER COUNTER POINT KNEE TO THE SKULL!
York falls back onto the mat, and Flynn scrambles through the ropes, with a cover!
1!
2!!
THR - - - NO!!!!!!!!!
York kicks out again!
Graves wipes his brow, shaking his head. He signals time to finish it.
He grabs York in a front face lock… he lifts…
TODD: He’s going for The End!
York knees him in the ribs! Graves lets go - - - York grabs the tights- - -inside cradle!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
Graves pops up from the pin- - -
CHOP BLOCK FROM YORK!!!
BAMA: Oooh! That’ll kill a career, baby!
York roars, and stomps toward the corner. He begins to undo the top pad, but the ref runs over and admonishes him. The pad is already partly taken off, and the ref struggles to put it back on. York grins and walks away, grabbing Flynn by the ankles, spreading his legs open and- - -
TODD: OH MY GOD A DESPICABLE KICK TO THE GROIN THERE FROM YORK!
BAMA: AND GRAVY BABY IS IN BIG TROUBLE!
Graves is writhing with pain. But York just smiles and starts dragging Graves by the legs into position for THE CRIPPLER!!!
He turns him over - - HE’S GOT THE SHARPSHOOTER LOCKED IN- - - Middle of the ring!
Graves claws the mat, face contorted. He pushes up on one arm, but York sits deep on the spine!
TODD: The champ is in trouble! He may have no choice!
But Graves, with every ounce of torque, twists his hips - - -
ROLLS YORK INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
York and Graves pop up- - -
DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!!
Both men collapse!
Ref begins the count.
1!
2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
They stir…
5!!!!!!
6!!!!!!!
Graves pulls himself up on the ropes. York is on one knee.
Graves charges - - - BIG KNEE LIFT!!!
York stumbles - - - ANOTHER ATOMIC DROP!!!
York staggers into the ropes- - - AND GRAVES SETS HIM UP!!!
TODD: A THIRD COUNTERPOINT!
York’s head whiplashes off Graves’ knee!
BAMA: Graves has found a weakness to exploit in York’s game, baby! He can’t take an atomic drop without falling into the ropes!
Cover!
1!
2!!
THRE - - - - NO!!!
[blue]BAMA: York got his shoulder up! He’s not done! That’s a double champ right there!
.TODD: He barely escaped!
Graves pounds the mat in frustration. He stands and looks around, before limping toward the turnbuckle again - - - - BUT A CRAZY RECOVERY FROM YORK!
With a second wind, he sprints up, runs and pushes Graves face first into the turnbuckle with his knee!
TODD: Oh that turnbuckle pad was barely covering anything! Graves just got more steel than pad!
BAMA: That ref didn’t have time to finish tying it back on before checking for the submission!
TODD: OH AND NOW YORK IS RAMMING GRAVES’ FACE OVER AND OVER INTO THE STEEL!
The ref runs in to stop York, and begins scolding him, but York is insisting he didn’t know the turnbuckle wasn’t fully padded - – - I mean it is just barely hanging on.
York pushes the ref away and lets Graves fall from the corner. His head is split open.
KILLZONE!!!!!!
YORK NAILS THE BRAINBUSTER!!!!
But he’s not covering!
He grabs Graves by the legs, right in the center of the ring - - - and the champ is OUT!
HE’S LOCKING IN THE CRIPPLER!
HE’S TURNING GRAVES OVER!!!
BUT THEN!!!!
GOLDEN LIGHT WASHES OVER THE RAMP!
TODD: Wait… what the hell is that?!
At the top of the ramp stands Cyrus Braddock.
Towering. Menacing.
A golden shovel slung over his shoulder.
BAMA: THAT’S THAD DUKE’S PERSONAL MUSCLE!! AND BY THE LOOKS OF THINGS THAD AIN’T DESECLATING THIS WAR EITHER!
York freezes on mid move, confused, he and the ref both nearly blinded from the glare off of that golden shovel.
And that’s when…
TODD: Wait a second! THere’s someone jumping the barricade!
BAMA: I Can’t see who it is! He’s wearing a skimask!
LOW BLOW TO YORK FROM BEHIND!
THE REF ONLY TURNS IN TIME TO SEE YORK CRUMBLING OVER, AND A MAN STANDING OVER HIM, TAKING OFF HIS SKI MASK
TODD: NO WAY! IT’S JC KEETON!
THE PRO WRESTLING VALOR STAND OUT JUST INVADED XWF AND TOOK OUT HIS BOSS!
BAMA: NO!!! What’s he doing?! This isn’t his company!! Get him out of here!
Keeton ducks away and vanishes through the crowd. York is crumpled on the mat, groaning, his eyes rolled up.
Graves, having missed the moment, looks down and sees York laid out.
He pulls him up. Blood trickling from his forehead.
Front face lock!
LIFTS.
HOLDS.
…AND CUTTER.
TODD: THE END!!!!
1!
2!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!
The bell rings!
WINNER: And STILL XWF ANARCHY CHAMPION - Micheal Graves… Allegedly
TODD: HE GOT HIM! GRAVES RETAINS!
BAMA: This is highway robbery! With all respect to Graves, JC Keeton just screwed York out of the Anarchy title!
The crowd explodes in cheers and boos alike as Graves slowly sits up, exhausted, the belt handed back to him.
He lifts the Anarchy Championship above his head, breathing heavily, and finally acknowledges the crowd with a subtle nod.
TODD: Allegedly or not, Micheal Graves still holds that Anarchy gold! And what a war it took to keep it!
BAMA: Yeah, with a little help from outside interference! I’d be demanding a rematch if I were York! That golden shovel was a setup! This was a goddamn conspiracy! I wanted to watch a fair match on our last call!
TODD: Well, in fairness, York was cheating for the majority of the match… karma maybe?
BAMA: Justin York certainly knows how to poke the bear, but tonight, the bear poked back!
TODD: And all along, Graves held on, staying in just long enough to capitalize on the moment, without even knowing it! At anytime he could’ve given to York’s attempted murder, but Graves stayed consistent, delivering in the ring as only he knows how… and tonight, you and I retire from the Anarchy broadcasts with Micheal Graves, STILL, allegedly, the XWF Anarchy Champion
BAMA: What a way to go, baby!
At ringside, York has crawled halfway up the ramp, glaring with pure hatred at the retreating crowd, and mouthing one word again and again
JC: These two men, talking about Universal champion James Shark and challenger Charlie Nickles, they only know destruction and chaos!
BG: It’s a feud that has raged through the XWF across two different title divisions only to tonight, add a third for all the marbles!
JC: James Shark is set to defend the Uni… what?
Jacuinde holds his hands to his ears over his headset.
BG: Oh man.
JC: It seems these two didn’t wait for entrances and a bell! Get a camera back there!
Moments later, a camera runs through the backstage area, turns a corner, finding XWF staffers and security forces laid out and scattered about. Further up the corridor, Shark and Nickles are battling in the catering area.
JC: Nickels, clearly with the upper hand here as he BASHES Shark head first into the table!
BG: Two! Three times and Shark is reelin’ now!
JC: Stumbling now, through the hallways here at Fenway!
BG: I think they’re comin’ this way now!
More security forces enter the fray and Charlie loses the Universal title that was around his waist. The scheduled official for the match grabs the Universal title as Charlie and Shark spill into the Pryce position.
JC: Neither of them have the clear upper hand as they’re just now somewhere behind the entrance way.
BG: If there were any doubts, it’s obvious now that we’re in for a fight, not a wrestling match!
The cameras catch up with the two Universal combatants just in time to see Shark send Charlie face first into a television screen. The screen spider webs as Nickles drops to the floor. Shark shoves a production assistant off of their chair and folds it up. Behind him, Nickels gets to his feet but Shark swings the chair like a Louisville Slugger. The impact with Charlie’s mask-clad face causes him to stumble backward through the black curtain covering the entrance way.
Nickles spills into the entrance stage to a pop from the crowd as the Universal Champion follows him. Nickles powers up to his hands and knees but Shark wallops him across the back. Nickles rolls away near the ramp and Shark sends a punt kick into Nickles ribs. Charlie rolls half way down the ramp.
JC: This will not be pretty, Brody!
BG: It can’t be. This thing became personal quickly. Charlie has had possession of the Universal title for a month or more by now.
JC: Not to mention these two taking pot shots at one another's personal lives these last several months!
Shark wallops Charlie with the chair again and Nickles rolls to ringside. The chair being spent, Shark tosses the chair and grabs Charlie by the rats nest he calls hair, pulling him to his feet before sending him hard into the fan barricade. Shark gets a full head of steam charging toward Charlie but Nickles ducks down and sends Shark flying up and over the top, landing on the fans in the first few rows. Meanwhile, the XWF official begs and pleads for Nickles to take it into the ring. Charlie shoves the official to the floor and begins climbing over the barricade.
JC: Charlie gotta be careful! The referee could have just disqualified him right there and cost himself a fall!
BG: How could there be a fall when the bell hasn’t even rang yet to officially start this match!
JC: That’s a fair point!
BG: Before the bell does ring, and I’m sure it will soon, you do whatever you can outside the rules!
Nickles doesn’t make it all the way over the barricade as Shark uses a ringside chair to launch himself airborne and tackle Nickles back over to ringside. They both land with a thud and Shark is the first back to his feet. Not wasting any time, he grabs the ring steps, lifts them up over his head, then slams them down against Charlie's back.
Charlie continues to try and power back up, making it to his hands and knees before Shark grabs a camera cord and begins choking the life out of Nickles. Shark straddles Charlie’s back for leverage and Nickles face turns shades of red, blue and purple before he uses a burst of strength to lift Shark up off the floor and slam him back first against the floor, effectively breaking the choke.
JC: These two men are treating both of their bodies with reckless abandon!
BG: You know these two, Jack! Did you think this would go any other way? Did you think that these two were comin’ to Boston to put on a mat wrestlin’ clinic!?
JC: Other than I expected it to start in the ring, this is pretty much what I envisioned when I first heard the rumors that these two would square up tonight at Rebellion!
Charlie gets back to his feet as Shark remains sprawled out on the ground. Nickles grabs the ladder set up at ringside, meant for the third fall later on if necessary, and lays it from the ring to the fan barricade before turning his attention back to the Universal champion. Lifting Shark to his feet, he places Shark across the suspended ladder then rolls himself into the ring.
Once again, the official tries to restore order as the match has technically not even started yet. Nickles though, ignores the referee and charges toward the far side ropes. On the rebound, he flips over the top rope.
JC: Nobody home!
BG: That was a case of self preservation right there!
JC: James Shark rolled off the ladder just in time and Charlie crashes through it!
Charlie lies within the ruins of the bent and twisted ladder. Shark meanwhile, begins to get to his feet. He grabs the motionless Charlie Nickles by the hair, retrieving him from the bent and twisted wreckage of the ladder, then rolls him into the ring. Shark follows him in and finally the referee signals for the bell for the official start of the match that has already been raging for ten or fifteen minutes.
Shark pumps up the Boston crowd as he not once takes his eyes off of Charlie. Nickles crawls slowly toward the far corner and begins using the turnbuckles to get to his feet.
JC: Not already!
BG: What do you mean “already”? Just because the bell just now rang doesn’t mean these two guys aren’t already spent!
Charlie gets himself upright in the corner with his back facing the ring. Just as he begins to turn, Shark shoots across the ring.
JC: Shark smells blood!
BG: PAIN IN BLOOD!
JC: OH MY GOD!
At the very last second, Charlie counters the elbow strike to the skull, spinning Shark like a ragdoll and…
JC: PLANTED!
BG: Devil Hook Drop!
JC: Nickles with the hook of a leg! TWOOO!!! THREE!
The bell sounds one time.
First Fall Winner:
CHARLIE NICKLES 1-0
JC: An uncomfortable hush has just fallen over this crowd here at Fenway Park!
BG: They can’t believe it! We can’t believe it either!
JC: Charlie Nickles is up one fall to none in a two out of three falls match for the Universal Championship!
BG: All Charlie has to do now is roll him over and pin him again!
JC: If only it were that simple. In a two out of three falls match, assuming the official chooses to enforce it, fall two doesn’t start until the sound of the bell and a good referee will wait until James Shark is back on his feet.
BG: Shark got confident! He got cocky and it cost him!
JC: Charlie Nickles has been doing this for almost 25 years, Brody! He’s seen it all! He countered and now he’s one fall away from becoming, officially, the new Universal Champion!
Charlie paces the ring. His instinct is to stay on Shark like flies on shit, but he knows that until the bell rings to start fall number two, there’s nothing he can do. Until Shark is voluntarily upright, the official will not ring the bell.
BG: This is the smartest thing James Shark can do right now. Stay down and make Charlie wait.
JC: I couldn’t agree more, Brody! You just figuratively got your bell rung, you know you’re down one zip, stay down and milk it. Recover as much as you can!
Shark rolls to his stomach and Charlie advances toward him, only for the referee to hold him back, frustrating him immediately. Shark looks up from the mat, smirking at Nickles’ frustration. The Universal Champion gets to his knees and again, Charlie gets held back by the referee. Shark makes it to his feet and the official rings the bell to start the second fall as Charlie shoots across the ring. Shark drops to his ass and sends Nickles head first into the top turnbuckle in the corner to a pop from the Bostonians.
JC: Smart play by the Universal champion!
BG: He used Charlie’s impatience against him and seized the opportunity!
Shark jumps on Charlie’s back and rips his leather mask off of his face. Jumping down, he wraps the mask around his fist and Nickles spins around to eat a jab to the face that staggers him. And another, then another.
JC: Charlie is rocked!
BG: Shark has that mask wrapped around his fist!
A final jab causes Nickles to fall like a tree to the mat.
JC: Cover! Two! NO!
BG: Charlie kicks out and Shark doesn’t look like he’s done!
JC: I think the official has something to say about it!
BG: No, he’s got a hold of that mask and is demanding that Shark hand it over!
Shark relents under the threat of disqualification.
JC: He’s gotta be damn sure he doesn’t get disqualified, Brody!
BG: He loses by DQ, it’s two zip and Nickles is the Universal champion!
Nickles starts to get to his feet and Shark immediately floors him with a judo hip toss then immediately tries to lock up Charlie in the Kimura lock!
JC: It’s not locked in, it’s not locked in!
BG: If he gets it locked in, Nickles is in for a world of hurt!
JC: Nickles! Struggling! Fighting!
Nickles yelps out in pain.
JC: It’s locked in now!
BG: Charlie! Reaching desperately for the ropes!
JC: He’s too far away! Shark might even the score right here!
BG: He might have to, Jacko! I’ve never seen Nickles cry out in this kind of pain!
Nickles writhes, grunts and yells out in obvious pain, locked in the hold. He reaches for the ropes, and plants his feet with Shark grapevine around him. He drags Shark and inches closer to the ropes. Charlie barely grazes his finger tip on the bottom rope, but loses his balance and loses his footing. Charlie looks like he’s about to tap.
BG: You had it! You had it you big idiot!
JC: He doesn’t have a choice!
Nickles hold his free hand up as if about to tap. He makes one final lurch out of desperation.
JC: He got the rope! He got it!
BG: Did he ever!?
JC: Finally! Under the threat of disqualification, James Shark, defending Universal champion, releases the hold!
BG: And wisely, Nickles slides out of the ring to the floor!
Charlie leans with his back against the apron, clutching his arm and trying to beat the hell out of it, getting the blood flowing in his ailing arm. Shark bounces off the ropes, delivering a baseball slide to the upper back of Charlie Nickles.
JC: Ohh! Charlie crashes into the cameraman!
BG: I think Shark clipped the referee, because he’s on the mat clutching his ankle!
JC: He is!
The quick replay shows Shark’s foot clip the referee in the ankle. Back to live action, Shark slides to the floor and closes in on the crumpled heap of Charlie and the cameraman. Shark grabs Nickles by his hair and pulls him to his feet only to get nailed in the face with the camera!
Shark reels away clutching his head and he falls to the floor, writhing around in agony. Still clutching the camera, Charlie takes it with him and wallops Shark in the back with it.
JC: Nickles, back in control now!
BG: Shark wanted a close up, I heard him say it!
Charlie pulls Shark up, and guides him over to the announce table. Jacuinde and Brody scatter as Charlie rolls Shark onto the table and follows him up.
JC: Shark and Nickles, right here in front of us!
BG: I don’t know what’s gonna happen here but there’s like three things that are possible and none of them are good!
Charlie lifts Shark to his feet then hoists him up, then sends him down.
JC: Steubenville Screwdriver through the announce table!
BG: You can’t beat him out here, Charlie!
JC: You gotta hand it to Charlie, the man knows when he can break all the rules!
It takes a few moments, but Charlie eventually rolls out of the table debris and grips Shark, pulling him along with him. Charlie gets to his feet and lifts Shark to his, then rolls him into the ring. Charlie rolls in behind him and makes the cover.
JC: Ref still nursing that ankle, he’s out of position!
BG: Come on!
JC: One! The count is slow…. TWO!....... Shark kicked out, holy shit!
BG: Yeah he kicked out but we had a referee that is not only injured, but slow counted! Charlie Nickles should be the Universal Champion right now!
Nickles pounds the mat in frustration.
JC: He was so close, he could taste it!
BG: Send a new official out here!
Nickles gets to his feet and pulls Shark to his. Nickles sends Shark hard into the corner, hesitates, then follows him in just to eat a defensive boot from Shark. Nickles staggers back, shakes it off, then charges in a second time to eat a pair of defensive boots. Nickles staggers back and spins around, his back to Shark.
James Shark smells the opportunity to even the score and bolts from the corner. Nickles turns as Shark leaps into the air. Out of instinct, Nickles grabs the referee and pulls him into the path!
JC: Paid in blood!
BG: He got ‘em both!
JC: Nickles is down! The official is down and Shark goes for the cover!
BG: There’s no one to count!
XWF Universe: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JC: The XWF Faithful here at Fenway just evened the score at one apiece!
BG: Not that it counts!
JC: Here comes a new official!
BG: Slow down dammit!
A new official bolts down the aisle and slides into the ring.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!?????
JC: Nickles kicked out!
BG: YESSSS!
JC: The resilience of this man might just be unrivaled!
BG: Shark can’t believe it!
JC: Hell, I can’t believe it, either!
Shark fights back to his feet and grabs Nickles by his hair, peeling him from the mat. Lifting him up, Charlie doesn’t get upright, but finds a burst of energy to grab Shark, lift him off his feet and drive him into the mat with a…
JC: BIG SIDEWALK SLAM!
BG: Cover him, Charlie!
JC: Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!??????????
JC: SHARK KICKED OUT!
BG: This crowd… how do they have voices left!?
JC: XWF has very passionate and dedicated fanbase, Brody! They can lose their voices later!
Charlie points to the stirring original referee. The new ref goes to check on him. Charlie slides his hand into Sharks shorts…
JC: What the…
BG: CHARLIE! Behave yourself!
JC: Oh no.
BG: Look what he found!
JC: James Shark’s brass knuckles!
Charlie gets to his feet. Shark isn’t too far behind. Shark though seems to be just about out of gas as he throws a jab to hit Charlie in the chin.
And another.
And another.
JC: Brody, I don’t think Shark is aware that Charlie has his knuckles!
BG: He can’t! He’s begging Charlie to hit him back!
Charlie punches Shark in the side of the head and Shark collapses like an accordion!
JC: Nickles with the cover!
BG: GOD DAMN THESE REFEREES!
JC: Out of position… he’s on it!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!????????????????????
3!
WINNER: And NEW XWF Universal Champion
CHARLIE NICKLES
JC: My god!
BG: He… he did it!
JC: After nearly 25 years… After debuting here nearly 5 years ago with a rocket on his back and climbing the ranks quickly. After the fall that came even quicker. Charlie Nickles… has won the Universal Championship!
The official hands the title to Nickles who sits on his knees near the center of the ring.
JC: The XWF Faithful here at Fenway are…
BG: Stunned!
A massive pyro display fires off from Fenway.
JC: Charlie Nickles defeats James Shark in a two out of three falls match…
BG: Winning in two straight falls!
JC: Shock the world Charlie Nickles!
THANKS TO OUR MATCH WRITERS
Liam Desmond
"Bashmaster" Barry Masterson
Jimmy Stars
Thaddeus Duke
Solomon Kline
Charlie Nickles
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