September - 20 - 2025 LIVE FROM HARD ROCK STADIUM MIAMI, FLORIDA Team XWF - vs - Team Valor Team XWF SEB, Isaiah King, Charlie Nickles, Blizzard - vs - Matthew Knox, Alexander Raven, Amber Ryan & Noelle Rivers Team Valor 1 Team Collab/6K - No DQ - One Fall Special Referee: Atara Raven #1 Contender to Revolution Title Marisol Vilaro - vs - Summer Page 1 RP/1K XWF Xtreme Championship Tommy Wish© - vs - Darren Dangerous - vs - Centurion Xtreme Rules Anarchy Tag Team Championship Them No Good Bastards - vs - Corporate Titans 1 Team Collab/2K

Team XWF is in their locker room, training and stretching….

SEB and Isaiah are giving each other the silent treatment as they each go through their individual pre-match routines…

Charlie tapes his knuckles, smiling sadistically as he imagines the pain he’s going to inflict on his PWV opponents…

”OCK OCK!” A voice calls from outside the locker room.

…The three look toward the voice… perplexed…

”OPE ERRYONE’S DECECK! Adine, opeh che doo-ah alrea-eeeeeeeeee.”

The door opens as Nadine pushes Warfare General Manager Peter Principle through the door… With one hand, she covers her eyes… With one hand, she covers… only one of Peter’s.

”...Is erryone ressed?” Peter inquires, using all of the strength in his facial muscles to look upwards…

”...Uh…” Nadine nervously uncovers her eyes. And breathes a sigh of relief… Though her heart briefly flutters at Isaiah’s shirtless ring attire.

”Yes, he’s fine.” Nadine smiles, briefly mesmerized… She snaps out of it. “I MEAN, THEY’RE ALL FINE. AS IN DRESSED.”

She uncovers the eye of Peter’s that she’s covering! It focuses on all three men!

Peter smiles, ”Ah! My dreeeea teeeea!” Peter’s teeth grit as he clearly works with all his might to speak normally. ”The ve-hy bess the ECK DOBBLE-OO EHHH as to ohher!”

…

Peter sighs. …Well, he exhales and his face almost moves as he does.

”I hae tah he the wearer of vad news… But Aian Carns is… nah cle-...*wheeze*... nah cle-” Obviously, speaking this long is exhausting to Peter.

”Aidan Collins is not medically cleared to compete.”

”I WAH GE-IN’ THERE!”

…Peter breathes heavily.

”Forshunary…” Peter slurs. ”I check my rorodeck of… trushworvy tarent.”

The three look at Peter like they have no idea what he’s saying.

”Mister Principle was kind of to find you a substitute to represent Team XWF.”

”Yef! Coh oh in!”

…Emerging from the hallway…

IT’S SOLOMON KLINE!

JC: Solomon Kline! He’s the one who injured Blizz! He’s the one who injured Aidan Collins in the first place after The Tribe lost their Tag-Team Title match last night!

BG: HE’S the fourth man for Team XWF?!?

Kline smiles with a signature ‘Psycho’ smile… As the three look at him, then each other!

”Kly he-ah… Defea-eh… Bach…” Peter’s lungs heave from all this chatting… His good eye starts to fade… and he falls asleep in his chair.

…With his other eye just remaining open.

…Nadine clears her throat.

”Mister Principle picked Mister Kline because he and his father scored a victory against Black Rainbow earlier this year. It impressed Mister Principle. That sort of hunger and drive is exactly what he believes will bring victory to the XWF tonight.”

…

”Well, I’m sure Mister Principle would wish you luck if he wasn’t…

”zzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz.”

”...Deep in thought about this company’s future.”

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Nadine looks King up-and-down one more time, before she wheels her boss out of the locker room.

JC: This is a huge change! How will Team XWF co-exist with this sudden new ingredient in their team!

BG: And how will Team PWV adapt to counteract the ‘Psycho’! The former X-Treme champion! The likely Rookie of the Year! Solomon Kline!

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JC: Folks, for months now, there’s been a brewing war between the XWF and our… sister fed, Pro Wrestling Valor…

BG: Sister fed, FEH! Those clowns couldn’t hang in the XWF for a minute! They’d be out on their ass, begging for change on the streets!

JC: Well, actually, Brody, Justin York has been incredibly successful, winning the Revolutin championship! And JC Keet-

BG: Don’t negate my points with your facts, Jacko!

JC: …Well, point is, conflict has been brewing between York and Thad… and the night before they go to war one-on-one… they’re bringing their talent to fight each other!

BG: It’s gonna be fucking NUTS, Jackie boy!

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The honeyed rasp of Atara's voice blares over the facility's PA in unison with those words appearing on the multitude of screens and displays littering the arena.

HELLO DOVES

The crowd pops and gets to their feet shouting in near total unison a single word.

OPA!

BG: Atara Raven will be our special guest referee for tonight’s match!

JC: Now, could you explain this one to me, Brody? Atty’s an XWF competitor, she’s not some neutral third party. Wouldn’t a better choice have been someone that competes in both companies, like JC Keeton? Or doesn’t compete in either one?

BG: It means we get to see Atty again. You complainin’, Jacko?

JC: …I suppose when you phrase it like that, no.

Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose, Atara emerges from the back taking spot centerstage atop the ramp, wearing the black and white stripes of a referee’s outfit. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.

Grunge walking to the ringsteps, she climbs and stops at the top to posture again for her adoring public. Hand on her hip, the Grecian moves to the middle of the apron to blows a final kiss to the camera and enters the ring through the middle rope.


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The house lights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie.

JC: There he is! MATTHEW KNOX! One of the best to ever run the ropes! Former PWV Mayhem Champion! Two-time PWV World Heavyweight Champion!

BG: He’s good, Jacko, I’ll give Knoxy that… but he and JC Keeton came up short against Corey Smith and Dolly Waters at Smashed!

JC: Knox delivered an amazing performance, but his partner and mentee, while incredible in bursts, made a costly error, got caught in a double-team offense, and the XWFers prevented Knox from breaking the count… BUT! When you’re a talent like Matthew Knox, you never make the same mistake twice! He’s guaranteed to come into this match ready to even the score against the XWF.

Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the ring bell to sound.

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Pulsing, red lights rolls over the crowd like a rising tide to the opening growing distortion before the opening riffs of ‘Cry Sister’ by Royal Bliss overtake the arena.

Opening vocals kick into gear as the lights seem to pulsate and the tron image tears itself into a rough greyscale triptych with the middle section splattered in red- each one depicts hits and misses alike in heavy slow motion.

As the chorus roars and the triptych bleeds into one real time footage reel legacy of violence stained red and saturated black, the tell tale silhouette appears atop the ramp- cheers splintered with boos as the materialised form tends to draw a mixed reaction between those who judge action and those who understand that theres more than meets the eye.

Either way, the Painted Hurricane soaks in the reaction and energy.

JC: Amber Bane-Ryan! She’s a THREE-time PWV World Heavyweight champion! Including a very recent run in the “Justin York Era”! As well as a former Disavowed champion!

BG: Collect enough PWV World Heavyweight championship reigns, you can trade them for a neat pencil box!

JC: Don’t be flippant, Brody! Amber is an elite-level competitor, we saw that at the second Denzel Porter Invitational where she found a way to beat World Champion and Hall-of-Famer, Larry Tact! Amber is one of the best to ever represent PWV… and wrestling at large! Can the Painted Hurriance deliver another five-star performance tonight?

As fans reach for acknowledgement and wave signs of support, some are met with a half-hearted hand touch while those that dare to scream their expletives and empty threats get a sly wink or a sarcastic kiss blown in their general direction.

Fluidly, Amber circles like a shark- beelining for whichever camera person is the slowest to get out of her way- lip syncing or giving a little bit of bonus commentary down the lens before a playful nudge sends them back on their way.

Slipping under the rope, Amber doesn’t call for fanfare or adulation. Simply stalks towards the closest turnbuckle, and leisurely perches herself atop of it. Hands clasped and elbows resting on knees in lazy anticipation, wearing the ever-present knowing smile across her otherwise apathetic features.

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From the curtain, “The Dragon’s Daughter” Noelle Rivers emerges, dressed in studded leather pants, and a cut off black tank top that exposes her midriff.

JC: “The Dragon’s Daughter” Noelle Rivers!

BG: Now, this? This is an interesting choice! Noelle Rivers is not only a top talent, she’s a master of manipulation… of seizing the opportunity!

JC: This is a nice change of pace, Brody! You’ve been running down all the other PWV competitors!

BG: I like Noelle! She’s a former PWV Mayhem champion, and moreover, I see in her the iron will to take what she wants by ANY. MEANS. NECESSARY. She might be the dark horse that changes the trajectory of this whole match!

As she stomps down the ramp to join her teammates, she pulls her hair into a ponytail before the match starts, clearing ready for a fight.

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The arena plunges into darkness, and the low hum of distorted guitar feedback creeps over the PA. A wall of static floods the tron before glitching into imagery: burning churches, broken wings, and flashes of Raven’s cold, unblinking eyes. The screen locks on his face as words smear across in bold lettering —

“THE FALSE PROPHET HAS ARRIVED.”

A shrill, chaotic riff kicks in, lights strobing violently as Alexander Raven steps out onto the stage, the Pro Wrestling Valor World Heavyweight Championship slung low across his shoulder like a holy relic corrupted. He pauses at the top of the ramp, arms spread crucifix-style, his head tilted back as the crowd rains down boos. The spotlight catches on the gold, and Raven smirks knowingly — basking in the hatred like it’s worship.

JC: Alexander Raven! The current reigning and defending Pro Wrestling Valor World Heavyweight Champion! He’s defended the belt twice against two very game competitors in Lex Collins and Ollie Maverick! It’s too soon to tell but he may go down in history as one of the dominant champions in PWV history!

BG: We saw him very briefly as Justin York’s enforcer when he battled Thunder Knuckles!

JC: Very true, Brody! And he was an impressive force then! This PWV bunch is top-tier, not just from their company, but the world over…

BG: But they’re about to face the TOP of the top-tier… them XWF boys!

JC: Both sides are in for the fight of their lives tonight!

He walks with deliberate, sermon-like pacing down the ramp, his free hand outstretched toward the jeering audience as though blessing them with his presence. Every step is measured, his expression a mix of disdain and superiority, the picture of a man who believes himself both savior and destroyer.

At ringside, Raven stops short of the steps. He drapes the championship over both hands, staring down at it as if it were scripture, whispering inaudible words to himself before hoisting it high into the air. The arena drowns in boos as the house lights flare blood red.

Climbing the steps, Raven wipes his boots on the apron and slithers between the ropes, dragging the title behind him like a chain. Once inside, he paces to the center of the ring and slowly raises the belt overhead, his voice echoing faintly with a cruel laugh picked up by the nearby camera mic.

Finally, he lowers himself to one knee, clutching the championship against his chest like a martyr, eyes shut, whispering his gospel to the world. When the music fades, Raven rises, handing the belt off to the official only after a long, reluctant stare, as if daring anyone to try and take it from him.

The stage is set. The Lost, Broken Messiah stands ready to deliver his prophecy in violence.
As Raven’s theme fades out, the PWV competitors all gather in their corner to plan out their strategy…

JC: And that’s Team PWV! They look ready to wage war tonight! But how will they handle their opponents, the best the XWF has to offer?

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Bullet With a Name begins to blare over the loudspeakers as CHARLIE NICKLES makes his way out from the back. He flashes a shit-eating grin at the audience members, as he carries himself down the ramp.

JC: Here he is! The Head of the Corporation! The Family Man! The former Universal champion, Charlie Nickles!

BG: Notice that Thad didn’t pick his best friend and current Universal champion, Dolly Waters… He didn’t pick reigning two-time King of the XWF, Kieran King… He picked the Nickleman.

JC: It suggests an amount of faith in Charlie as a soldier of the XWF. As a man who will get the job done at all costs.

BG: And it’s a morale booster for Charlie heading into his Universal title match tomorrow. He’s been promising since he was Universal champion to elevate this company to the biggest and best it’s ever been… Demanding loyalty from his “employees” as Acting Warfare GM… If Charlie Nickles can lead the XWF to victory tonight, it might give him that precious momentum to become a TWO-TIME Universal champion!

Nickels heads for the steps… but sees all four Valor competitors eyeing him from inside the ring…

…Nickles grins… As he steps back down to the floor and moves to the end of the ramp..

BG: Prudent move by Charlie. Waiting for the numbers to be even before he steps in the ring. This ain’t gonna be a polite match with pleases and thank yous. This is gonna be a GANG WAR.



“Martin had a dream…”

The beat drops like a hammer as the crowd goes wild. The stans in the stands bop up and down to the iconic Sweatpants beat while rapping along to Kendrick’s Backseat Freestyle verse. The mashup highlights both how similar and dysfunctional this pairing is.

White-hot strobes flash, timed perfectly to every thump of the bass. There’s no warm up, The Exiles are approaching and everyone knows it.

“All my life, I want money and power

Respect my mind or die from lead shower”

The screen glitches to life, a black background with a grey logo and some words:

“The Exiles

Not a choice, a sentence.”

Two spotlights snap on from opposite ends of the stage, on the left: Sebastian Everett-Bryce, dressed in a long black coat. His chin tilts upwards slightly, a wry smile plastered on it - hiding his disdain for this situation. He adjusts the arms on his coat mid-stride, as he makes his way down to the ring.

On the right: Isaiah King, no cape or theatrics, simply a weathered grey leather jacket over some wrestling tights and boxing boots. He glances at the name on the screen and shows visible disgust.

“Gadamn I feel amazin’”

JC: Sebastian Everett-Bryce! Isaiah King! THE EXILES! Speaking of Momentum, these two just came off an impressive victory against The Tribe just last night! Both these men are competing across ALL THREE nights of Relentless weekend.

BG: And neither’s goin’ undefeated, Jackie boy, cuz the last night, they’re facing each other!

JC: It’s a bold choice by Thad to select these men to represent Team XWF… on the one hand, they have FOUR Universal title reigns between… AND they’re TWO-TIME XWF Tag-team champions and the reigning tag champs to boot!

BG: On the other hand, they can’t go five minutes without bickerin’ and itchin’ to prove they’re the better partner and the other’s the deadweight.

JC: It’s a risk! But these two have demonstrated, when the chips are down, they will come together to win!

They converge halfway down the way but don’t acknowledge each other, not a glance or a nod.

The crowd’s noise is deafening - divided and rowdy. Some bounce to the beat, others boo like they’re watching two egos that deserve to eat each other alive.

The two reach the base of the ramp beside Nickles…

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"Dethrone" by Bad Omens plays throughout the arena. The lights go out. Once the beat drops, a spotlight shines on the entryway, where Solomon Kline appears inside the light, clad in a black hoodie over his ring gear and kneeling on his right knee.

JC: Folks, if you’re wondering why Blizzard isn’t in this match, it’s beca-

BG: It’s because Kline here put that old dog down!

JC: It was a brutal, senseless attack on his mentor, Brody!

BG: It was a mercy killing, Jacko! And the ‘Psycho’ proved by doing it that HE’S the one that should be representing the XWF!

JC: …While I disagree with what he did last night, I must acknowledge Kline has an impressive resume! X-Treme champion! Pinned current Television champion Dickie Watson!

BG: And he’s still in his Rookie year, Jacko! He’s a shoo-in for Rookie of the Year!

JC: If he isn’t already? A big performance representing Team XWF would certainly give him a strong case for that award… and many opportunities down the line!

As the lyrics come in, he stands, removes his hood and surveys the crowd as sparks rain down around him. He grooves his way down the ramp, and high fives fans along the way, rocking out to the song, letting out a primal scream, "Here am I, take me to the pearly gates, so I can look you in the eye when I spit in your face!"

Kline joins his XWF teammates at the base of the ramp…

The crowd is absolutely electric… PWV seems to know the score and what’s coming, as they exit their corner and line-up, ready for a fight…

JC: Things are getting a little crazy here… this is where an official might try to instill some order and force both sides into their corners before the match starts…

BG: I think Atty’s letting this play out!

Indeed, Atty waves both sides towards each other disinterestedly, more like a crossing guard directing pedestrians into oncoming traffic than an official trying to keep order!

The XWFers slide in! And all eight competitors start throwing hands in the middle of the ring!

DING DING

Team XWF - vs - Team Valor Team XWF SEB, Isaiah King, Charlie Nickles, BlizzardSolomon Kline - vs - Matthew Knox, Alexander Raven, Amber Ryan & Noelle Rivers Team Valor 1 Team Collab/6K - No DQ - One Fall Special Referee: Atara Raven

Immediately, the teams pair off with the brawler opposite them! Nickles trading closed fists punches with Knox! SEB exchanging chops with Bane-Ryan’s boxing strikes! King and Noelle wildly juking and weaving, ducking under each other’s kicks… And Kline and Raven grabbing each other by the back of the neck and swinging for the fences into each other’s skulls!

JC: WOW! Folks, if you’re just tuning in, I promise this is a wrestling match, even though it looks like a RIOT!

Nickles hucks Knox against the corner turnbuckle, Knox’s spine buckles against the padding… Nickels charges forward looking for a clothesline against it!

But Knox ducks under, sidesteps, and scoops Nickles for an…

Exploder Suplex! Nickels goes upside down, landing on his skull and neck in a heap in the corner!

SEB misses with a chop, Bane-Ryan slips under it before exploding into a blur of ambidextrous strikes — elbows, knees, feints — aimed at SEB’s chest and shoulders. SEB recoils momentarily, brow furrowed into the ropes… Bane-Ryan backs up, looking for a…

YAKUZA KICK!

…But SEB ducks under, catching her with a back body drop over the ropes!

…But ABR latches onto SEB’s neck as she flies and they both topple over and outside the ring to the padded concrete, toward the ramp!

King and Rivers slowly circle-step around each other, each daring the other to strike first… until a sinister smile emerges on Rivers’ face… She ducks under the bottom rope, sliding out of the ring, heading around the apron! King, single-minded as a hunter targeting his prey, goes into hot pursuit!

Meanwhile, as they brawl, Alexander Raven suddenly clinches Kline’s guard and hucks him over the top rope! Kline, like a cat always landing on its feet, finds a way to grab the ropes in midair and land on his feet the padded concrete below… Raven goes to help Knox double-team Nickles… But, under the bottom rope, he’s tripped by Kline, who drags him under the bottom rope! The two clinch again and brawl into the barricade, literally inches away from the crowd.

JC: It’s an absolute frenzy out here! Do you think PWV intentionally separated the XWF tag champs?

BG: If they did, that’s a miscalculation! Dividing SEB and King just subtracts a distraction, so they won’t be trying to one-up each other!

JC: Regardless of which side it may benefit in the long run, the teams have split into one-on-ones… Nickles and Knox are brawling in the ring, SEB and Bane-Ryan are trading styles by the ramp, Kline and Raven are battling near the stands… and King is pursuing Rivers… headed toward… us!

Indeed, Rivers baits King into chasing her around the apron toward the announce table… She slips around the turnbuckle pole…

King turns, closing the gap!

…But, when King turns, she’s out of sight?

BG: What kind of David Blaine shit was that?

JC: Where’d Noelle Rivers go?

King looks around where she was like a hunter, searching for tracks…

When Noelle emerges from under the apron behind him… with an iron bar!

WHACK! Rivers drops King from behind! King flops to the padded concrete!

JC: I think Noelle Rivers just hit Isaiah with a bar that she pulled off the ring!

BG: It’s no DQ, Brody!

Inside the ring, Guest Referee Atara Raven remains close to Nickles and Knox… Knox peeling Charlie out of the corner onto his feet… He clasps his arms around Charlie’s arms, dragging them behind the Nickleman’s back, looking for a double-arm DDT…

But Nickles BULL-RUSHES Knox back into the corner with all he’s got! Knox gets crushed against the middle turbuckle… But Charlie’s not done… He hoists Knox into the air, on his back…

ALABAMA SLAM AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE!

Knox’s face is SEARED in agony, as he collapses down onto the mat into a heap…

Up the ramp, Amber Bane-Ryan peppers Sebastian Everett-Bryce with southpaw jabs to the jaw, backing him up the ramp! SEB’s looking punchy as his guard gets lower and lower…

Amber Bane-Ryan backs up, looking for a spinning backfist!

…

But SEB dodges, catching her under the arms…

OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!

Amber Bane-Ryan gets heaved up the ramp, with a loud metallic clatter!

Beside the crowd, Solomon Kline and Alexander Raven continue dueling with rapid-fire punches!

Until Kline mixes in a kick to the gut that doubles Raven over!

Kline shoves Raven backwards into the barricade… he goes to clothesline Raven over it!

But Raven delivers a back body drop onto Kline, sending him into the stands!

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And the XWF Universe catches Kline, Kline crowd-surfs into the stands!

JC: I… how do you even call a match like this?!? Everything’s happening everywhere all at once!

BG: Kinda like that movie!

…

BG: Michael Bay’s Transformers!

Kline sails away, riding the crowd… as SEB comes back down the ramp… straight toward Alexander Raven!

Meanwhile, King, his head pulsing… pulls himself up to his feet by the turnbuckle pole…

WHAM! Noelle Rivers STRIKES his hand… Isaiah grips his hand in agony as he stumbles away, retreating… Rivers cackles in pursuit, the hunter becoming the hunted…

Nickles hooks Knox’s arms behind his head, looking for the Devil Hook Drop!

…But Knox brings his arms together under his chest, breaking Charlie’s grip!

Nickles pummels Knox with an axe handle to the back, bringing Knox down to one knee…

Nickles sneers confidently as he backs into the ropes… He charges forward, looking for a lariat..

…BUT INSTEAD! Knox catches him with a Harley Race KNEE!



Knox’s knee CAVES Charlie’s skull! His legs buckle as he staggers backwards, over the top rope, and clatters outside the ring…

Onto Alexander Raven, whose distracted taunting SEB to come at him!

…SEB watches the tangled mess of limbs that Nickles and Raven… before shrugging and turning his sights toward Knox, the only PWV man left in the ring!

JC: Things might be calming down a bit… Amber Bane-Ryan is on top of the ramp after that brutal suplex by SEB… Kline’s crowd-surfing… Raven and Nickles are tangled on the floor…

WHAM! Rivers hits Isaiah with a metal bar to the ribs driving him back toward the announce table!

JC: And now I can’t see anything with these two in the way!

Isaiah seethes furiously, his body wracked with agony from Rivers’ tortuous weapon strikes…

Rivers, savoring the torment she’s inflicted on the proud hunter, runs the bar along her tongue, as if tasting his pain…

BG: …She’s gonna wanna get a tetanus shot after this match! You don’t know where half of the XWF has been, sister!

Isaiah breathes exhaustedly by the table, his limbs stinging… Trying to retreat, but he’s cornered…

Rivers charges, the bar over-her-head, ready to deliver the finishing blow!

She swings!

…

But Zay ducks her strike!

And drives his shoulder lifting Rivers into the air!

JC: Take her down, Zay!

He spins her…

JC: …W-w-wait, not in our direction!

SPINNING SPINEBUSTER SLAM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!

JC: HOLY SH-

The commentator audio goes out!

The crowd picks up where Jacuinde left off!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Isaiah collapses to one knee, squeezing feeling back into his aching arm… as Noelle lies unconscious amidst the wood and plastic!

Amber Bane-Ryan shakes off the heavy damage of SEB’s suplex, finally starting to get up…

Just as Kline finishes crowd-surfing from the barricade over the middle of the ramp! As Bane-Ryan rises, he catches her with a knee-lift to the face, staggering her backwards… Toward the edge of the ramp!

SEB slides in the ring, eager to clash with Knox… Knox goes for a Muay Thai kick… SEB slips under, and spins going for a knockout…

ROUNDHOUSE KICK!

…That Knox narrowly bobs his head backwards to avoid!

…The two, both acknowledge they’re in a kicking mood, switch stances from a wrestling/grappling, to a martial arts bit of footwork, turning their feet to the sides as they each advance and retreat, seeking an opening… Atara, the guest referee, hovering around the two, totally down to officiate a martial arts contest!

Beside the barricade, Raven tries to shove Charlie off him by the face… But Nickles, looking to do damage to whoever he can, BITES Alexander’s hand!

Raven’s face contorts in pain, punching Nickles in the face with the other hand, shouting at him to get off…

But with Raven’s mouth open, Nickles jams his fist into it! MANDIBLE CLAW!

Nickles takes his fist and rams it toward Alex’s throat so hard, they both pedal into the crowd… And go up-and-over the first row!

Back up on the ramp, Kline punches Amber Bane-Ryan in the face… she staggers backwards… she almost spins off the top of the ramp… but she narrowly keeps her footing!

Kline goes to grab her by the back-of-the-head to shove her off!

…But Amber catches him with an elbow to the ribs, doubling him over!

Amber hooks her arms around Kline’s, going for the Sawdust in the Blood (Vertebreaker!) looking to drop him on his head on the metal ramp…

…But Kline spins out! Boots Amber in the stomach… and hooks HER arms for HIS OWN VERTEBREAKER! (which is also his finisher)

…

HE LEAPS OFF THE RAMP!

AND THEY BOTH CRASH THROUGH THE TABLES SETUP OFF THE RAMP!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

JC: -orry, folks, we just got our sound and video back at the announce table!

BG: What’d we miss?

In the ring, Knox advances… but SEB stops his charge with a boot to the chest!

Atty raises her left arm, as SEB is on her left side! POINT!

…Knox frowns, aiming a kick to SEB’s lower leg…

…But SEB slips backward and catches Knox in the chest!

Atty raises her left again! POINT!

JC: …This is still a wrestling match, right? Do these points count for anything?

BG: They’re fun! And I think they’re pissing Knox off!

Knox is getting visibly frustrated… He delivers a kick that SEB narrowly backpedals to avoid, follow by a thrust kick that SEB sidesteps…

And as his foot sails by, SEB brings Knox down with a kick to the ankle, taking him to the mat!

POINT! The whole crowd cheers as Atty raises her arm!

…Knox from the mat, grabs SEB’s ankle and brings him down by force, mounting him!

JC: Oh dear! I think Knox is a little sick of the shenanigans!

SEB raises his guard, but Knox delivers penetrating punch after penetrating punch!

Knox finally raises himself off SEB, backing into the ropes, aiming a huge penalty kick to SEB’s face!

JC: Whoa! This move could break SEB’s neck!

Knox barks something at Atara, maybe telling her to get ready to count this point!

SEB pulls himself onto his knees…

Knox charges from the ropes!

…

But from the outside, Isaiah King grabs his ankle, tripping Matthew!

JC: Amazing! For possibly the first time in their partnership, Isaiah saved SEB!

BG: Do you think he even knew it was SEB he was helping or was he just attacking one of his opponents?

JC: Unclear!

Knox stumbles forward… as SEB shoves off the mat!

EMPIRE KICK!

JC: POINT!

Atara raises her arm… But remembers her actual job is counting pinfalls when she sees SEB hook the leg!

She drops to count!

ONE!

TWO!


THREE!

WINNER: TEAM XWF (SEB, Isaiah King, Charlie Nickles, Solomon Kline)

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TODD: Folks, we’ve swapped back with Jacuinde and Brody to cover this next match!

BAMA: And brother, break out your textbooks and cheatsheets cuz this match has HISTORY to it!



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

TODD: Here she is, Marisol Vilaro! The Queen of VilaroFit has been dominant on Thursday nights for almost a year! She’s a former X-Treme champion… she’s done almost everything you can on Thursday nights…

BAMA: Except two things, Toddrick! One, she’s never been Revolution champion! Two, she’s never beaten Summer Page!

TODD: True in both counts, Bama! Vilaro and Page have had a lengthy rivalry that’s spanned multiple companies, but since arriving in the XWF, Mari has yet to overcome Page in the ring!

BAMA: She should’ve won the last match against XXXVI! She and Page were both pinning that goofy Roman numeral boy… but somehow the ref decided Summer got the pin!

TODD: Mari was furious! But tonight, if she can overcome the monkey on her back that is Summer Page, she’ll be in prime position to take on XXXVI, a man she believes she should have beaten instead of Dummer!

…

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…

…



S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers while Summer walks down the aisle. Summer gets to the ring side and walks up the ring stairs. Summer looks out at the crowd and raises her arms out to the crowd as the crowd cheers louder.

TODD: Summer Page is truly Anarchy royalty! One of the highest ELO stars on the Anarchy brand! One of the most dominant competitors to grace Thursday nights! She went over a year undefeated in non-title matches!

BAMA: But, speaking of monkeys-on-backs, to this day, Page’s never won gold, Todd! And not for a lack of trying!

TODD: Indeed, Bama! But, with XXXVI’s shocking upset victory over TK for the Revolution title, it feels like a belt’s never been closer for Summer!

BAMA: She *did* pin XXXVI last Anarchy… but not without controversy! Mari claims, without that inexplicable officiating mistake? She should have scored the win over the current Revolution champion. SHE should have a on over Summer Page!

TODD: And now these two women are meeting once more, with an opportunity for the Revolution title at stake! And stakes don’t get much higher than this!/blue]

Summer turns her attention to inside the ring where she motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter. Summer walks over to the closest ring corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle.

Summer Page smirks, adjusting her gear with aristocratic calm, chin high as if victory is already hers.

Marisol Vilaró, on the other hand, is trembling with rage — shoulders tight, jaw clenched, eyes locked on Summer like she’s staring down a thief who stole her life’s work.

[blue]TODD: You can feel it already! This isn’t just about the number one contender’s spot, Bama. For Mari, this is about vindication for Marisol Vilaró after what went down in that triple-threat match!

BAMA: Vindication, shm-indication! The record books say Summer Page got the win. That’s all that matters. Cryin’ about it don’t change the history books, partner.

TODD: I don’t disagree with you, Bama, refs are going to make… unusual calls. But try explaining that to Marisol Vilaro!

#1 Contender to Revolution Title Marisol Vilaro - vs - Summer Page 1 RP/1K

DING! DING! DING!

Both women emerge from their corners… Summer’s got her guard up, ready for a classic, collar-and-elbow tie-up…

But Marisol rushes forward, her fury overflowing, and she shoves Summer hard in the chest with both hands.

TODD: Whoa! That was… NOT what I’d call a wrestling move!

BAMA: Naw, baby, that’s the sorta thing that you do before you take off your earrings to get in a fist fight at a Ross Dress for Less! This one’s gonna turn into a STREET FIGHT!

Summer’s face flashes with annoyance — how dare Marisol put hands on her like that? — and she stumbles back a step before quickly regaining her balance.

Summer tilts her head and laughs, slow and mocking, brushing off her chest like Marisol’s shove didn’t even register.

That dismissal only fuels Marisol’s anger further; her nostrils flare as she paces in tight, coiled steps, fists balled at her sides.

TODD: Marisol feels robbed, and now Summer’s laughing at her!

BAMA: Insensitive perhaps? But Summer knows she doesn’t have to sink to Mari’s level and get personal. She’s the one with the winning record over Vilaro… the worst thing she can do right now is let Mari take her out of her game plan…

Marisol suddenly lunges for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, putting all her pent-up frustration into the lock.

Summer shifts her weight and transitions, snapping into a tight side headlock. She grinds it in, face tight with focus, eyes narrowing.

TODD: The first exchange goes to Summer!

Marisol winces, teeth grit, her body writhing like a trapped animal. Mari drives a forearm into Summer’s ribs, once, twice, three times until Summer loosens her grip!

TODD: Marisol fighting from underneath, she’s not going to be contained!

Freed from the headlock, Marisol hits the ropes and rebounds with explosive momentum. Summer sets her feet, ready for something aerial…

But Mari lowers her shoulder and slams into Summer with a SPEAR, sending the socialite sprawling to the mat!

TODD: Holy cow! Vicious spear by Mari!

BAMA: This is a whole new Vilaro! She ain’t selling her products right now… she’s 100% focused on beating Summer Page!

As Page cradles her ribs, Vilaro grabs Page by the hair, trying to rip her back to her feet… The official briefly gets between the competitors admonishing Vilaro for the hair pull!

BAMA:  And once again, an XWF official comes to rescue Page from having to fight fair!

TODD: Hair pulling is illegal for everyone, Bama, and that includes Vilaro!

The official backs Vilaro up, asserting his authority, as Summer scrambles back to her feet quickly using the ropes, anger boiling now, her smirk gone.

Vilaro sneers at Summer, this time she’s the one laughing… Summer shoves off her feet, and circles faster, clapping her hands mockingly like she’s applauding Marisol for the ONE, SINGLE successful move.

TODD: According to their history, these women used to be the closest of friends…

BAMA: It’s pretty clear they’re not anymore, tho, Toddrick! They hate each other, they hate being in the ring together… but they love making the other hate being in the ring with them! It’s a recipe for EXPLOSION and PANDEMONIUM!

Page and Vilaro circle-step around the ring like it’s a game of life and death… Like each would rather die than let the other have bragging rights over her.

Finally, Vilaro puts on the brakes from circling, trying to snatch Page by surprise…

But this time Summer slips behind Mari, slaps on a waistlock, then snapping off a…

RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Vilaro’s shoulders go crashing against the mat!

TODD: Interesting choice by Summer not going for the pin… Does she know Mari would certainly kick out this early in the match?

BAMA: I think it’s cuz chucking Vilaro as far as she can HURTS MORE, Todd!

Summer rises gracefully, brushing her hair back as if telling the crowd ‘where were we?’, reclaiming her queenly aura, as if she’s above Mari’s petty anger…

Marisol lies on the mat, teeth grit, one hand clutching her back, the other pounding the canvas in frustration.

TODD: You can feel the frustration like an aura around Vilaro… She wants to beat Summer more than anything!

BAMA: She did once, Todd, if it weren’t for that pesky referee! It was stolen from her! Of course, she’s furious with the injustice!

TODD: …Bama, you’ve switched sides like… five times already. Did Mari or didn’t she deserve to win, in your opinion?

BAMA: Oh, I ain’t care either way Toddrick, I just love drama.

Vilaro slowly rolls to her knees, trying to recover… Summer stands over her rival, tilting her head mockingly, wagging a finger at her former friend like a schoolteacher scolding a child.

That humiliation lights a fire under Marisol. She surges up with sudden energy, rakes Summer across the eyes!

TODD: Whoa! Another illegal move by Mari! And the official is letting her know!

Summer clutches her eyes, temporarily blinded! The official warns Mari, one more illegal move and she’s done! Vilaro snaps Summer forward and…

PLANTS HER WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER!

The spoiled socialite is stunned, cradling her neck!

Mari drops for the cover, asSummer clutches her head in shock, rolling toward the ropes to escape. Immediately, the official steps between them, giving Summer her rope break!

BAMA: Favoritism, Toddrick! Witness it!

TODD: All I ‘witness’ is Mari doing illegal moves and the official trying to keep this match under control!

Mari tries to shove past the referee, who continues blocking her… Summer pulls herself off the mat, her expression a mix of pain and fury at being caught by a “cheap” shot.

Mari finally bypasses the official, charging Page… by Summer catches her with a hip check to the gut! Mari drops onto all fours, sucking air.

Page shrugs, like she didn’t even see Mari coming, and she’s beating her by accident.

[blue]TODD: Page is playing some mindgames with Vilaro… It could pay dividends…

BAMA: Or it could cost her the match if she ain’t carefully, Toddy baby!

Page rolls her shoulders as she grabs Vilaro by the scruff of the neck, forcing her up to her feet, clinching onto her scalp!

BAMA: HAIR PULL! THAT’S A HAIR PULL! Call it for both of them, ump!

TODD: It’s all scalp, Bama! It’s different!

Summer releases Mari’s skull. And lifts her boot for an axe kick!

…But Mari springs to life, ducking under! Page’s leg swings by, as she spins in place… And Mari scoops Summer in a front facelock, swinging her up in the air off her feet…

Then, swinging her down, gut-first across her knee! GUTBUSTER!

TODD: WOW! What an unorthodox move by Marisol Vilaro!

BAMA: As inventive as it is excruciating to watch, Toddrick! Mari’s been working to up her game with all she’s got! Trying everything she can, every new exercise, every new diet trick, to climb that hump and surpass Summer! And with that move, maybe she just did it!

Summer’s back arches, pain flashing across her face as she rolls to her hip, clutching her spine.

Vilaro crawls across the mat, hooking the leg, grinding her elbow into Page’s face, adding a dollop of pain onto the pin…

The official drops to count…

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! Summer forces the shoulder up!

TODD: Not quite enough! Summer’s not satisfied either where she is, Bama! She wants more anything championship gold! And a win tonight would put her in the best position she’s been in her entire career to secure it!

Summer smashes her fist against the mat, cradling her stomach, trying to will past the pain of Mari’s devastating move…

Mari smiles sadistically… she drops into a push-up over Summer’s body before popping back up and driving an elbow into her ribs! She grins maliciously, showing off to the crowd like she’s running class at VilaroU.

TODD: Mari can sense momentum building! Though she might be doing a little too much showboating!

BAMA: That’s self-promotion, Toddy! Everybody loves a winner who looks good while they win! Y’know what, I’m buying myself a fourth VilaroFit membership right now!

Summer plants her hands on the mat, trying to work her way to a vertical base…

But not before, Mari Marisol yanks Summer up by the hair, her overconfidence radiating in every gesture, and whips her toward the corner. Summer collides back-first into the turnbuckles, staggering back out.

Marisol pounces — her face lit up with adrenaline — she storms across the ring, before launching into a double handspring…

VILARO EXPERIENCE (handspring elbow)!

…But Summer somersaults under! Mari’s elbow collides with the turnbuckle!

Page spins around as Mari, cradling her arm, backs into her… Page leaps into the arm, clinching onto Mari’s spine!

SPOILED ROTTEN! (Backstabber!)

TODD: And just like that, Page is back in the driver’s seat!

BAMA: That’s how dangerous Summer is, Todd! Snatching victory from the jaws of defeat!

Marisol writhes on the mat, hands clutching at her back in disbelief. Summer, sitting up, flashes her trademark smug grin again… grinning in Mari’s face like ‘look at you, look at me’...

TODD: Both these women are exercising… let’s say… bad habits. They seem a lot more into exerting dominance over the other than winning!

BAMA: It’s PER-SO-NAL, Todd! These women don’t just want to beat the other, they want them to leave tonight knowing the other is their superior in every way.

Mari shakes her head, planting her hands on the mat to stand-up… She stands tall, arms open wide as if daring Marisol to come back for more.

Marisol glares up at her, lip trembling with rage. She slaps the mat once, hard, and pushes herself up, eyes wild.

With a scream of frustration, she charges at Summer and nails her in the side of the head with a lightning-fast Enzuguri! At the same time, Summer launches a… CHICK KICK (Superkick)!

…

THEY BOTH CONNECT!

Both women hit the mat with brutal impact, and now they lie sprawled, motionless, chests rising and falling with exhaustion.

TODD: Wow! Neither one will quit! Both of these women are throwing everything they have at each other!

BAMA: I don’t care who wins — they’re tearin’ each other apart, and I love it!

The referee drops to a knee, beginning the count.

ONE…

Summer rolls to her side, clutching her ribs.

TWO…

Marisol drapes an arm over her neck, face twisted in pain.

THREE…

The crowd builds with tension — both women fighting to move, both knowing everything is on the line.

FOUR…

Page finally shoves her first against the mat, propelling herself to one knee…

FIVE…

Mari clings onto the bottom rope, forcing herself back up by will…

SIX…

Both women rise!

The crowd applauds as the official dismisses the count and calls for them to continue!

…Summer hauls herself upright first, snarling through the pain, sweat dripping into her eyes. Marisol steadies herself too, chest heaving, face twisted with a cocktail of rage and desperation.

They lock eyes across the ring — predator to predator.

TODD: It’s been a WAR thus far, Bama! Both these women are among the top talent Thursday nights have to offer!

BAMA: But only one’s moving onto face XXXVI for the Revolution title, Toddrick! They both want it *and* they both want to be the one to take it from the other!

Summer charges first, swinging wild with a high knee meant to take Mari’s head off. But Marisol ducks under, spins on her heel, and catches her with a… KNEE LIFT TO THE JAW!

TODD: “Vilaró with a possible knockout blow! This could be her moment!

Summer woozily stumbles on jelly legs… as Mari latches on with a double leg takedown, sending Summer onto her back! Marisol drags Summer’s legs and twisting her into a…

TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! She sits deep, her face lighting up with sadistic satisfaction, screaming at Summer to quit!

Summer’s face contorts in agony as she claws at the canvas, teeth grit, eyes wild with desperation.

TODD: Another brand-new piece of offense from Vilaro! Page could not have prepared for this one!

BAMA: Vilaro might have her!

Summer’s hand shakes…

Page inches forward, hand raised like she’s about to slap the mat…

…But with her other arm, she drags herself closer to the ropes… Using her core strength…

TODD: Can Summer withstand the pain long enough to make it to the ropes?!?

…Page…

PAGE!

…

PAGE lunges! She grabs the bottom rope!

TODD: Page survives! Somehow, Page digs deep enough to survive!

The official starts a count, admonishing Vilaro to release the hold! ONE! TW-

Vilaro pulls Page off with all she’s got, dragging her away! SHE SITS! TEXAS CLOVERLEAF LOCKED IN!

TODD: Vilaro doesn’t release! Page is off the ropes and Vilaro has relocked in that Texas Cloverleaf!

Summer’s hand shakes!


Vilaro screams at her to tap!

The official… grabs onto Vilaro’s shoulder, pulling her off!

TODD: What?!?

Vilaro’s submission is broken by the official, ordering Mari to break the hold! He points at the XWF logo, admonishing her!

BAMA: What the hell is this moron doing?

TODD: He’s cracking down, I think, Bama! Mari’s gotten more than her fair share of infractions this match! He ordered her to break the hold and she ignored him! Even if she pulled Summer off the ropes, the official is using his discretion to order the hold broken!

Mari SHOVES the official against the ropes! The smaller man falls onto his back as Mari orders him to NEVER do that again!

TODD: Mari just felt another chance to defeat Summer Page get robbed from her!

BAMA: And if that official tries to do it a third time? I think she’s going to rip his head off!

Summer, half-dead on her feet, pulls herself up, hair matted to her face.

Mari hovers over her, muttering something to her, rubbing salt in the wound of her imminent victory…

Vilaro grabs Summer by the hair! (this time, the official is silent)

She hooks Page in a front facelock!

TODD: HERE IT COMES!

VILAROIZER! (Fisherman Suplex!)

…

Doesn’t go all the way over! Page kicks her legs and Vilaro drops her feet to the mat!

AND IN ONE FELL SWOOP, WITH EVERYTHING SHE’S GOT, PAGE DELIVERS A

PURE PERFECTION (PerfectPlex)

TODD: NO WAY! Page somehow finds it in her to hit a Pure Perfection!

BAMA: What’d I say, Toddrick? Summer Page, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat!

The PerfectPlex snaps Marisol into the mat. Summer bridges, legs trembling but locked tight.

ONE!

Marisol thrashes, her foot twitching toward the ropes.

TWO!

Her shoulder jerks up, but Summer presses harder, face twisted with pure grit.

THREE!

WINNER: SUMMER PAGE

The bell rings. The crowd explodes — half in cheers, half in stunned disbelief.

Summer rolls off, collapsing onto her side, laughing bitterly through the pain. Marisol sits up, eyes wide, pulling at her hair in disbelief, screaming at the referee that it was three by a hair. Her entire body shakes with fury — she had Summer dead to rights.

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JC: Folks, it’s always special when the X-Treme title gets defended at Relentless!

BG: The stakes are never higher, the matches are never zanier and more violent than Relentless, Jacko! And this one might surpass every match that’s come before it!



The opening riff of "Wild Thing" hits. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Centurion steps out from behind the curtain.

He walks straight down the ramp with his focus solely on the ring ahead of him.

JC: Centurion is an XWF Legend! The winningest wrestler in XWF history!

BG: But he’s not synonymous with taking these to the X-Treeeeeeeeeeme, Jacko!

JC: True, Brody! In his legendary XWF career, Centurion has *never* held the X-Treme title… (at least in the Modern Era, according to XWF title history)... Will Centurion add one more belt to his Hall of Legends repertoire!

Reaching the apron, Centurion climbs up and steps through the ropes.

He moves to the nearest corner, briefly raising his arm to the crowd before stepping back down, settling into his corner, waiting for the match to begin.

…



Darren Dangerous enters the stage with an arm raised then lowers it as he walks to the ring.

JC: Compare Darren Dangerous! A man synonymous with taking things to the X-Treeeeeeeeeme! He’s loud, he’s in your face! He has more shards of light tubes embedded in his spine than he has teeth left in his head!

BG: He pinned Bobby Bourbon in a shock upset for the X-Treme title! And he fended off every attack and pin attempt for almost two weeks! It seemed like Darren Dangerous was going to go into Relentless with the X-Treme championship.

JC: And then the unthinkable happened…

When Darren enters the ring he steps up onto the middle turnbuckle and crosses arms above his head and flashes the devil horns.

…



It shows Tommy in the shadows in a corridor somewhere on the X-Tron in a hoodie, then it fades back into the arena where the lights flicker and the camera see's him coming down to the ring in his jacket hoodie, with him waving a Kendo Stick around him, and the X-Treme title over his shoulder.

JC: Tommy Wish! He’s been around the XWF for over THIRTEEN years! And, this fact is incredible, he’s the only FIVE-TIME X-Treme champion in XWF history!

BG: That boy’s got the devil’s luck when it comes to that belt! He’s pinned “King of the Deathmatch” Corey Black! He pinned YELENA GORGO of all people!

JC: And most recently, he shocked the world and pinned Darren Dangerous! There’s no competitor more crafty in the history of the XWF’s X-Treme division than Tommy Wish… but he can he add Centurion and Darren Dangerous to the list of competitors he’s outcrafted and escape Miami with the X-Treme title?

Tommy nods his head to the beat, and he gives some fans some dap as he walks down to the ramp, then he slides into the ring, and gets on the turnbuckle and poses to the crowd with the stick in the air. Then he comes down from there, and sits on the corner as his theme fades off.

DING! DING! DING!

XWF Xtreme Championship Tommy Wish© - vs - Darren Dangerous - vs - Centurion Xtreme Rules

JC: And we’re off! Big fight feel here at Night 2 of Relentless with one of the biggest titles in the company hanging in the balance, nobody here looking like they wanna give an inch here with how they’re glaring daggers at each other!

As everyone’s gaze darts from one to the other, Darren Dangerous immediately takes the lead and lungest at Tommy Wish with rights and lefts!

BG: Sure as Hell didn’t take long for the action here to get started!

JC: Darren Dangerous has a bone to pick with Tommy Wish, that’s true. Folks, for those who may have forgotten, Tommy Wish managed to pick up the Xtreme Championship by pinning Darren backstage via the 24/7 rule in place for the belt.

BG: Stole the belt, is more like it, and Darren’s wanting the gold back!

A knife-edge chop gets thrown Tommy’s way, but Tommy manages to block against the hard chop! He quickly responds by throwing Darren into the corner, and starts raining left hands back on him in return!

Darren quickly shoves his way out of the corner and hits Tommy with a quick uppercut, but Tommy responds with a knee to the gut that doubles Darren over! He follows it up with an Irish Whip to the opposite corner-

RIGHT INTO A PICTURE-PERFECT DROPKICK FROM CENTURION!

JC: Champion and challenger uniting here to take Darren right out of the picture, and folks, it looks like Centurion and Tommy Wish are chomping at the bit to go right at each other!

Tommy lunges at Centurion, only to go straight into a crisp arm drag from the veteran. Tommy quickly gets back up, only for him to eat a cutting knife-edge chop that actually lands! Tommy’s chest lights up like a Christmas tree as he quickly fires back with a quick one-two punch combo!

Tommy stays on the attack, looking for another punch- CAUGHT BY CENTURION! Tight wrist lock being applied, wrenching on the arm as Tommy tries to fight out! Centurion holds on tighter though as he looks to lock in an armbar-

JC: LOOK OUT!

A flying trash can comes sailing into the ring! Both Centurion and Tommy quickly depart onto opposite corners of the ring as it spills out onto the canvas, revealing kendo sticks, barbed wire and a sack of thumbtacks underneath the lid!

Darren Dangerous is cackling on the outside of the ring as he continues to rummage underneath the ring, looking for more toys to bring into the ring!

BG: Yeah… Darren might have a chip or two on his shoulder after losing the belt, Jack. It’s not just about winning, it’s gonna be about shedding blood tonight.

JC: Well, it’s an Xtreme title match at the end of the day, Brody. I’d be at least a bit surprised if we didn’t see much in the way of weapons here…

Darren pulls out a table from under the ring as well, and the fans pop like crazy for it! He looks to push it inside of the ring… BUT CENTURION IS THERE WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE TO DRIVE THE WOOD RIGHT INTO DARREN’S FACE! THE TABLE FALLS RIGHT ON TOP OF HIM AS THE FANS WINCE!

Centurion gets right back onto his feet, BUT TOMMY WISH IS THERE FOR A SCHOOL BOY PIN!

ONE!





TWO!





KICKOUT!

BG: Not quite it for Wish, but he’s looking to get in and out of this match fast. He knows the more time this goes on, the harder it’s gonna get with weapons in the mix.

JC: The fans are eager for some chaos though, Brody! Tommy isn’t gonna be able to get out of this that easily!

Centurion quickly gets back up to his feet, but Tommy is right on top of him with an Enzuigiri! Centurion stumbles down onto his knees, trying to blink out the cobwebs as he reaches for the ropes for stability!

Tommy is there with a kendo stick though, feeling the weight of the weapon in his hands as he takes a long look at Centurion! He looks to move in and swing…

Centurion counters with a sharp elbow to the sternum! Now it’s Tommy who doubles over right as Centurion gets back up, taking the kendo stick and CRACKING it right over Tommy’s back! And again! And again as he goes onto all fours!

JC: You can just see the welts already forming on Tommy Wish’s back, Brody! That kind of damage can stack up fast! Even just laying on your back hurts!

BG: Exactly why I say Tommy was in the right for trying to get out of this match as fast as he can! Centurion is a maniac with how he’s swingin’ that thing!

JC: Isn’t this the type of moment where you say ‘all’s fair in love and war?’

BG: Well… doesn’t mean I have to like it!

Tommy looks to crawl away from Centurion, who tries to keep up the assault by swinging his kendo stick. Wish quickly replies with a desperation kick to the gut, halting Centurion’s advance and creating a brief moment of separation.

Centurion grits his teeth, closing the distance right back as he turns Tommy onto his back, looking to brain him with the kendo stick as Tommy reaches above him on the mat…

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

TOMMY WISH DENTED THE LID OF THE TRASH CAN BY SMASHING IT OVER CENTURION’S SKULL!

Centurion blinks, stunned as he feels a trickle of blood raining on his forehead before he falls right onto his side!

BG: Well, Hell- THAT’S how you turn the weapons advantage into your favor, Brody!

JC: Brutal shot! Centurion might have a concussion after that, but Tommy’s trying to fight to stay in this match regardless!

Tommy grins, looking to pull himself up and go for the pin to end this match- but a double axe handle hits him from behind!

Darren Dangerous is back! And he’s got a table set up on the outside! He grins, grabbing Tommy by the wrist to hit a Meathook Clothesline on him-

BUT TOMMY DUCKS UNDERNEATH! Boot to the gut doubles Darren over as Tommy aims- POWERSLAM RIGHT ONTO THE TRASH CAN CRUSHES IT OUTRIGHT!

Darren gets absolutely laid out as he screams in agony! Tommy lets out a sigh of relief as he forcibly rolls Darren off of the trash can, reaching into the trash can to pull out the barbed wire!

He wraps the barbed wire around his hand, before going to Darren… but Darren pushes him off! He gives a right hand to Tommy, driving him back, before Centurion comes up behind him! A big forearm hits right along his back to double Darren over, but Darren grits his teeth and goes right back towards Centurion with a forehead!

Darren with a left hand to Tommy!

Uppercut to Centurion!

Hook to Tommy!

Haymaker to Centurion!

BUT TOMMY HITS A HAYMAKER WITH THE BARBED WIRED HAND RIGHT TO DARREN AND DRAWS BLOOD!

AND CENTURION GRABS THE KENDO STICK AND CRACKS DARREN OVER THE SKULL WITH IT!

PUNCH!

SWING!

PUNCH!

SWING!

PUNCH!

SWING!

TOMMY AND CENTURION HIT IN UNISON TO TAKE OUT DARREN DANGEROUS ONCE AGAIN!

JC: Darren Dangerous is coated in blood right now, and folks, you gotta wonder how much fight he can give now that both men have teamed up to take him out yet again!

BG: Law of the jungle, Jack - ‘hunt or be hunted.’ Darren’s trying to hunt with all his might, but he’s outnumbered and outgunned. Meanwhile, Tommy and Cent keep hammering into each other with everything they’ve got!

Cent cracks Tommy right across the sternum with the kendo stick, and he finally sees his opening! He brings Tommy’s arm up and over, and he hoists him up for an ANGLE SLAM!

JC: Centurion calls this the 1000 Mile Slam!

BUT TOMMY SLIPS OUT OF IT TO FALL INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN WITH CENTURION!

BG: Tommy’s walking the thousand miles and then some, Jack!

ONE!











TWO!











KICKOUT!

Just as Centurion kicks out though, Tommy keeps his hold on Centurion’s arm and snakes his barbed wire around to cinch in a painful ARMBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR! THE FANS SHRIEK IN REALIZATION WITH CENTURION SNARED IN HIS HOLD!

JC: You can see blood streaming out of Centurion’s arm right now, folks! That barbed wire has spikes that can practically impale you, tear your muscles out of your body! Centurion could be risking a serious permanent injury to his arm if he keeps up the struggle!

Centurion is screaming out in pain behind gritted teeth! The ref asks Cent if he wants to give up, but he’s furiously shaking his head no!

BG: It’s gonna be tap or snap soon, folks! Place your bets now!

CENTURION RAISES HIS HAND…















HE PUNCHES TOMMY ABOVE HIM!







TOMMY DOESN’T LET GO THOUGH! HE CINCHES THE HOLD IN HARDER!







CENT IS IN DESPERATION MODE! HE’S CLAWING AWAY ON THE MAT BUT TO NO AVAIL!







CENTURION…







BRIDGES UP! AND HE ROLLS OVER HIS SHOULDERS TO FORCIBLY BREAK THE HOLD!

JC: Amazing core strength from Cent!

CENT IS STILL UP AND AROUND TOMMY’S SIDE! HE SNAKES OVER, WRENCHING THE BARBED WIRE FROM HIS OWN ARM TO BRING IT AROUND TOMMY’S-







AND SNAKES IN HIS OWN ARMBAAAAAAAAAAAR!

BG: Is this guy a literal snake?! How did Centurion slip out of that! Tommy Wish had him dead to rights there!

JC: Well, he didn’t, and that’s what’s important! Cent is putting all the pressure in the world into this hold to try and make sure he can win that Xtreme title for himself!

TOMMY WISH IS SCREAMING IN PURE AGONY!







HE’S TRYING HIS BEST TO STAY ALIVE, BUT THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH HE CAN DO!







HIS LEG SNAKES ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE, BUT THE REFEREE REMINDS HIM THERE ARE NO ROPE BREAKS IN THIS MATCH!







TOMMY TRIES TO BRIDGE UPWARDS, BUT CENT USES HIS LEG TO KICK TOMMY IN THE FACE AND CUT HIM OFF!







VEINS ARE THROBBING IN TOMMY’S SKULL!

JC: Is Tommy about to tap out?

BG: What choice does he have?!

TOMMY WISH…







PUSHES HIMSELF UP!







AND COUNTERS THE ARM BAR INTO ANOTHER SCHOOL BOY PIN!

ONE!















TWO!















KICKOUT!

JC: Exceptional ring IQ on display there by both competitors! A lot of other talents on the roster would have had to tap out with barbed wire digging into their bodies, but not these men! True talented specimen!

BG: Comes with years of seasoning and awareness, Jack. Tommy’s been around the block more times than most people on this roster could dream of, and Cent makes the rest of that group look like children in comparison with how long he’s been in the game!

Both Centurion and Tommy get up at the same time and glare at each other. Tommy quickly kicks Cent in the gut and tries to look for an Implant DDT - the HideYaFace!

But Cent charges forward! He brings Tommy to the corner, shoulder thrusting right into his gut as Tommy heaves for fresh air! Another shoulder thrust comes, and another! Cent slowly brings himself out of the corner… only to deliver a hard uppercut to Tommy!

Cent comes out of the corner, taking a moment to wipe the sweat off of his brow and take a deep breath…



ONLY TO TURN AROUND STRAIGHT INTO A GORE!



JC: TOMMY SHOWING HIMSELF TO BE A HEADRUSHA WITH HOW MUCH POWER HE PUT INTO THAT GORE!

BG: Cent looks like he might have cracked a rib there, but Tommy is just as exhausted as he is!

Tommy pounds on the mat as he tries to quickly pull himself up! It’s a real struggle, but he manages to hold onto the bottom rope! He uses it to climb to the middle rope, and then the top rope and he mumbles out something incomprehensible!

Tommy Wish is on his feet!

But he’s not looking at Cent!

He’s looking at the top rope!

JC: Special occasion incoming here, folks! Tommy Wish isn’t known for being much of a high-flyer here, but desperate times call for desperate measures! He’s looking for anything that can keep Cent down here!

BG: It’s high-risk, though! Is this gamble gonna pay off?!

TOMMY WISH…











…











…











GETS CROTCHED ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AS THE FANS BOO LOUDLY!

DARREN DANGEROUS MANAGED TO TUG ON THE TOP ROPE JUST IN TIME AS HE GLARES AT WISH WITH VENOM IN HIS EYES!

BG: Darren’s like a weasel that just poked his head up when the time was right! Both Cent and Tommy completely forgot about him!

He delivers a sharp haymaker to Tommy to keep him stunned up top before coming into the ring! He reaches into the crushed trash can and pulls out the bag of thumbtacks from earlier! The fans flinch as they realize what’s about to come!

THOUSANDS OF THUMBTACKS SPILL OUT FROM THE BAG AND ONTO THE CANVAS BELOW!

JC: This is not good, Brody. The minute any of these guys fall onto the ring, they’re going to be met with unimaginable pain.

BG: Those little shits can shorten careers, and I already went on about how all these guys aren’t exactly spring chickens.

Darren marches his way to the top rope! He clobbers Wish along the skull to keep him in position, and hoists him up!

JC: WAIT A MINUTE! NO! DARREN DANGEROUS IS TRYING FOR THAT FALLAWAY SLAM- THE GREASE SPOT! IF TOMMY WISH FALLS ON THOSE THUMBTACKS, HIS CAREER IS DONE!

BG: Darren’s got only evil intentions there on the top rope! I told you he had a chip on his shoulder tonight, and he’s got a point to prove!

DARREN DANGEROUS CHECKS HIS AIM WHILE KEEPING TOMMY HOISTED UP!

BUT TOMMY DELIVERS A SHARP ELBOW TO THE SIDE OF THE SKULL!

DARREN GETS STUNNED!

A SECOND ELBOW! A THIRD! A FOURTH!

DARREN GETS HOBBLED AS TOMMY MANAGES TO LAND RIGHT ON THE SECOND ROPE TOWARDS THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!

BG: Scrappy as all Hell there!

TOMMY LOOKS BEHIND HIMSELF AND HE SEES THE TABLE READY ON THE SIDE OF THE RING!

HE NODS AS HE HOLDS ON TIGHT TO DARREN DANGEROUS!



AND THEY LEAP OFF!



JC: OH MY GOD! BG: HOLY SHIT-!



TOMMY WISH HITS DARREN DANGEROUS WITH AN AVALANCHE HIDEYAFACE THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!

“HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”

JC: THESE FANS ARE IN COMPLETE DISBELIEF, BRODY! TOMMY WISH MIGHT HAVE JUST KILLED BOTH OF THEM IN ONE FELL SWOOP!

BG: TOMMY WISH WASN’T ABOUT TO GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT, FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE!

RINGSIDE MEDICS AND EMTS QUICKLY COME TO RINGSIDE TO CHECK ON BOTH MEN!

DARREN DANGEROUS IS NOT MOVING!

THEY TURN TO TOMMY WHO’S STARING AT THEM WITH EMPTY EYES!

THE ROAR OF THE CROWD ECHOES IN HIS EARS!

TOMMY GROGGILY REACHES UP TOWARDS THE BARRICADE TO TRY AND PULL HIMSELF UP!

BG: HE’S STILL GOING?!

JC: Sure looks like it!

TOMMY WISH STAGGERS HIS WAY FORWARD AS THE FANS CHEER THIS GLADIATOR ON!

HE ROLLS INTO THE RING!

ONLY FOR CENTURION TO HIT A V-TRIGGERRRRRRRRRRRRR RIGHT ON HIS CHIN!

TOMMY WISH SLUMPS FORWARD ON HIS KNEES AND LEANING ON CENTURION FOR SUPPORT!

CENTURION NODS AT TOMMY BEFORE PUSHING HIM BACK TOWARDS THE ROPES!

HE AIMS ONE MORE TIME!

V-TRIGG-

TOMMY WISH GRABS THE NEARBY KENDO STICK AND USES IT TO LOW BLOW CENTURION!

JC: Legal in this match, but BRUTAL!

BG: The fans aren’t even caring about that at all! Listen to the raucous cheers in this place! They’re killing each other out there!

CENTURION FALLS OVER WHILE HOLDING HIS CROTCH!

TOMMY WISH SEIZES HIS OPPORTUNITY AND GOES FOR THE PIN!

ONE!



















TWO!




















KICKOUT!

JC: That kickout might have drained Tommy Wish as much as it did Centurion!

BG: Feels like nothing can keep either man down!

Tommy holds his kendo stick in his hand, his one lifeline in this match as he glares down at Centurion. He takes a deep breath, before CRACKING HIM ALONG THE TORSO!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

AGAIN!

THE KENDO STICK BREAKS FROM THE SHOTS! CENTURION’S ENTIRE BODY HAS TURNED RED WITH WELTS AS TOMMY CURSES AT HIM!

JC: Something might have snapped inside of Tommy Wish here!

BG: He needs to try to end this!

Tommy continues shouting at the writhing Centurion who holds onto his own body for dear life! Tommy shoves his face before pulling him right back onto his feet!

Tommy grabs both broken ends of the kendo stick and wraps them around Centurion’s face before pulling him over towards the thumbtacks!

JC: Tommy has one particular move that’s dangerous when he’s got his hands on a kendo stick, and he calls it the T-Russian Sweeper! He’s gonna try to end Centurion by hitting that modified Russian Legsweep right onto the thumbtacks!

BG: He’s gotta go for the kill, Jack!

TOMMY GOES TO SWEEP…













BUT CENTURION COUNTERS BY SLAMMING TOMMY INTO THE THUMBTACKS WITH THE 1000 MILE SLAM!

JC: TOMMY WISH JUST GOT BROKEN IN BY THOSE THUMBTACKS!

BG: LOOK AT THEM! HUNDREDS IN HIS BACK RIGHT NOW!

A PRIMAL, DESPERATE SCREAM OF ANGUISH ERUPTS FROM TOMMY! EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE ARENA IS WINCING AT THAT IMPACT!

BUT CENTURION CAN’T AFFORD TO WASTE TIME!

HE GRABS TOMMY BY THE LEGS!

TURNS HIM OVER, PRESSING HIS BODY INTO EVEN MORE THUMBTACKS ON HIS CHEST!

AND LOCKS IN THE FALL OF ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!

JC: Devastating submission hold in place! The Fall of Rome, the fall of so many competitors in the XWF and in this entire industry! WILL TOMMY WISH BECOME ONE OF THEM?!

Tommy’s arm shakes… Centurion applies even more torque!

Blood gushers on the canvas as the thumbtacks are driven deep into Tommy’s chest!

Tommy…

TOMMY…

TOMMY TAPS OUT!

WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW X-TREME CHAMPION: CENTURION

JC: Oh my GOD! What a war! What a fucking assault on the eyes! This was as impressive an outing for all competitors as it was a crime against humanity!

BG: But at the end of the day, XWF Legend Centurion scores his first ever X-Treme title (...again, according to the XWF Title History page)!

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[blue]TODD: After a chaotic ride here at Night Two of Relentless, we have finally reached this moment… the Main Event of the evening.

BAMA: Anarchy tag team gold is on the line, but Toddy, baby, the world has got to wonder… just how effective can Them No Good Bastards be tonight without Bobby Bourbon?

TODD: That’s right, Bama. Thunder Knuckles pointed out that Bobby had to be benched due to a nasty tongue laceration that might take months to heal, and now, taking Bobby’s plce tonight? Thunder Knuckles long time trusted confidant, Jimmy.

BAMA: Jimm has seen a lot of the highest level of tag team wrestling in his days, but I’m not sure any amount of time just spent around TGNB could prepare him for this task tonight, baby.

TODD: The Corporate Titans… Mr. Oz and Thias Watts. Nearly 700 combined pounds of brute force, who are backed by acting GM Charlie Nickles’ nefarious influences. We’ve already seen Solomon Kline join up with the Corporation last night, so one has to wonder… just what do The Corporate Titans have in store for the Bastards here tonight?



[blue]BAMA: We’re about to find out, baby! Because here they comes now!

Mr. Oz and Thias Watts make a slow, deliberate march from under the XTron. The crowd rains down on them with boos, but they’re not affected in the slightest. They each raise their arms in the air and pyro explodes from around the XTron, a showing of power.

The march down to the ring. Each reaching up from the floor, and pulling themselves up on the apron from the middle ropes, before easily stepping over the top. They don’t celebrate. They don’t taunt. They’re here for one reason, and one reason only…. To cause destruction.



Twenty pint-sized midgets line the entrance ramp, each gripping a pair of sparklers like tiny torches, holding them high in tribute to the man who is about to come to the ring. The lights turn off and the only light is sparks of the sparklers. Out steps Jimmy, TK’s long time confidant… looking in awe at the size of the venue.

Through the smoke steps Thunder Knuckles, both of the Anarchy Tag Team titles around his waist, shining under the sparks like stolen treasures. His smirk isn’t just arrogant, it’s insulting. He bobs his head to the beat, not because he’s feeling the music, but because he knows he is the music.

TODD: For the second time, in as many nights, Thunder Knuckles is tasked with defending championship gold here at Relentless. Last night, he lost the Revolution Championship to XXXVI, and now he’s faced with the daunting challenge of defending tag team gold without his tag team partner. One has to wonder why TK can still some jovial, so confident in a moment like this.

The crowd boos, so he slows down just to make them wait, sauntering past the midgets. He doesn’t even glance at them. Why would he? They’re here for him.

Sliding into the ring, he springs to his feet in one smooth move, back turned to the camera on purpose, because he knows the shot is better without seeing his face. He raises his right fist high, not as a salute, but as a statement to everyone in the back.

And then it happens, like a final insult, counterfeit XBUX rain from the rafters, every one of them plastered with his smug grin. The crowd tears into each other for the fake money while TK stands perfectly still, basking in the madness that he’s caused.

Anarchy Tag Team Championship Them No Good Bastards Thunder Knuckles - vs - Corporate Titans 1 Team Collab/2K

The bell rings and Thias Watts emerges from the corner of the Corporate Titans, he cracks his knuckles and then his neck as he steps toward TK and Jimmy. TK just smiles and steps through the ropes, letting Jimmy get the first shot at some action.

TODD: Interesting move here by TK, Bama, you’d think he’d want to come charging out of the gates here to protect his tag titles.

BAMA: Like him or not, TK is a Bastard, Toddy, baby. Right now, I believe he’s playing a game of self preservation.

Jimmy’s face runs white with fear as he turns back from TK to face Thias Watts who is now towering over him. Jimmy throws an awkward looking punch right at Watt’s mid section, but Thias catches his fist easily, twists his arm around into a lock and then delivers a big boot to the back of Jimmy’s head. He flattens out on the ring mat, and appears unconscious already.

On the ring apron, TK sighs as Thias puts a boot on Jimmy’s chest.

1!


2!!


TK steps through the ropes and shoves Thias in the back, breaking the fall. Thais turns around to attack TK, but the ref is already between them, moving TK back onto the apron. Thais sends a few threatening taunts at TK who just waves them away. Meanwhile, Jimmy is finally starting to stir up to his feet… but he’s given a hand!

Thias gorilla presses him up and unceremoniously drops him on the mat. Jimmy thrashes around on the mat, and is given no time to breathe before Thias has him again. He jerks Jimmy up by the head, and lifts him with two hands around his throat. Thais isn’t even looking at Jimmy, instead, he’s staring across the ring directly into TK's eyes, screaming at him.

“YOU’RE GONNA’ GET YOUR BOY MURKED, THUNDY!”

TK again just waves it off, leaning over the ropes like he doesn’t care.

There's a snap, and SLAM

Thias transitioning the lifting double hand choke into a sit-out bomb. Thias Watts plants Jimmy into the mat with that sit-out choke bomb and doesn’t even flinch. He sits there for a moment, breathing steady, while Jimmy lies flat on the canvas like a bug on a windshield.

TODD: That could’ve ended right there, Bama. Jimmy looks like a man who’s just been struck by lightning.

BAMA: More like thunder, baby — seven-foot-three, three hundred plus pounds of it!

Thias yanks Jimmy up by his shirt collar, dragging him across the mat with one hand like a sack of flour. He tags in Mr. Oz, and the arena groans with dread.

Oz steps over the rope with snake-like fluidity for a man his size. He scoops Jimmy with no resistance, squats twice for fun, then press-slams him damn near into the rafters before letting go.

Jimmy freefalls chest-first onto the top rope, bouncing violently back into Oz’s waiting arms. BOOM!

A thunderous Double A Spinebuster!!!!

It leaves him spread out on the mat

Oz doesn’t cover.

Instead, he straddles Jimmy’s chest, leans down, and slides two fingers across his lips, whispering: “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” before jamming his hand down his throat.

The grotesque “I Failed You” mandible claw has Jimmy gagging, legs kicking like he’s drowning.

TK leans on the ropes, one arm draped, yawning. He doesn’t move an inch. The crowd boos furiously.

Luckily, Jimmy’s arm flails back and slaps against the ropes.

The ref finally forces Oz to break, but Jimmy’s body jerks in aftershocks, his chest heaving.

Oz laughs and waltzes back over to his partner. Thias tags back in. The two Titans whip Jimmy into the ropes and obliterate him with a double big boot, nearly decapitating him.

Jimmy lands awkwardly, head bouncing.

Thias covers with one hand.


1!








2!!




TK strolls in, nudges Thias with his boot, and walks back to his corner.

The giant’s face flushes red.

He rises and points across the ring, bellowing: “STEP IN, COWARD!”

TK cups a hand to his ear, mock-listening, then waves him off, mouthing, “Not my problem.”

TODD: TK’s strategy is clear — he’s letting Jimmy take the punishment while conserving himself. But how much more can Jimmy even take?

BAMA: That’s the joke, Toddy. Jimmy never could take it!


Thias hoists Jimmy like a doll and gorilla presses him overhead with one hand. He parades him around, eyes locked on TK, screaming: “WATCH THIS!” Then drops him stomach-first across the top rope. Jimmy ricochets back into the ring, limp.

Oz tags back, vaults the ropes with surprising speed, and nails a Pele kick right to Jimmy’s temple. The smaller man crumples.

Oz doesn’t stop—he peels Jimmy up, holding him aloft like a rag, then drills him with a sextuple German suplex. The crowd counts along, groaning louder with each impact:

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!!

FIVE!!!!!

SIX!!!!!!

Jimmy lies twisted, barely twitching.

TODD: Someone stop this! Jimmy’s neck could be snapped!

BAMA: Call it what it is, baby, this is an execution.

Oz drags him to the ropes, tags Thias. The big man lumbers in, charges the corner with a 3rd Ward Drop: splash-crush into tombstone slam.

Jimmy folds like a paper crane.

Cover!!!!

1!






2!!


TK sighs and lazily drops an elbow on Thias’ back.

The crowd explodes in boos.

Thias leaps up, frothing, but the ref corrals him.

TK just blows a kiss to the nearest heckler.

Meanwhile, Oz drags Jimmy’s carcass outside. HE SLINGS HIM INTO THE STEEEL STEPS!!!

Jimmy rag dolls, flipping over and landing in a heap.

Oz follows with a running big boot that nearly sends Jimmy into the first row. Fans scatter as Jimmy slumps against the barricade, face pale.

Oz drags him up again, apologizing the whole way.

“I’m sorry… you don’t belong here…”

before hoisting him and spinebustering him through the announce table!

The crowd erupts in a holy-shit chant as Todd and Bama leap up from their seats.

TODD: Right here in front of us! Jimmy might be finished for good!

BAMA: Forget finished, baby. He’s gonna need a GoFundMe after this!

Oz tosses Jimmy’s broken body back in the ring. Thias covers!!!

1!




2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






TK casually steps in, places a finger on Thias’ shoulder, and breaks it.

The boos shake the rafters.

TK rolls his eyes, and finally grabs Jimmy by the arm, dragging him a few feet away from Thias.

“You want me, big boy? Let him make the tag then.” TK shouts, as he steps back onto the apron

Finally, Jimmy crawls, bloody-lipped, toward TK. The crowd chants desperately:

“TAG! TAG! TAG!”

Thias stomps the mat, stalking him. Jimmy stretches his trembling arm—slaps TK’s hand.

The arena erupts in applause for the man they’re continuously booing.

TK saunters in, finally showing life.

He ducks a Thias clothesline, and fires a superkick to the knee!

The big man drops to one leg! 

TK rebounds from the ropes and hits a superkick to the jaw!

Thias wobbles, but quick;ly gains his footing again.

TK hits the ropes again, running in for an attack, but he has to duck under another clothesline.

TK plants his feet and

RIGHT JAB

RIGHT JAB

RIGHT JAB

HE ROLLS HIS FIST TOGETHER AND…





SPINNING LEFT HAYMAKER TO THIAS’ TEMPLE!





Watts tumbles back into the corner and now…

TK launches into him, smashes double knees into his chest!!

Oz charges in.

TK sidesteps - - -POCKET SAND!

The grit blinds Oz, who staggers clawing his eyes.

TODD: Oh come on!

BAMA: Hey, that’s Bastard ingenuity, baby!

TK hooks Oz into an Alabama Slam. The 326-pounder bounces violently. TK cinches in a Sharpshooter, wrenching back with all his weight on Oz who isn’t even the legal man!

Oz screams, pounding the mat.

But Thias breaks it with a clubbing forearm!!!

The Titans regroup, clotheslining TK down.

They set up for a tandem powerbomb, hauling him aloft. TK rakes Oz’s eyes mid-air, slips free, then nails Thias with a running DDT!!!!


TK covers Thias.

1!




2!!




Oz drags him off!!!!!

Oz wrenches TK’s arm around and walks him over to the turnbuckle. Oz scoots up to the top on his rear, stands, and then begins walking the top rope with all of the grace of a 300 pound trapeze artist… HE’S ABOUT TO LAUNCH OFF WITH HIS DIVING REVERSE STO


BUT TK THRASHES, AND SLIPS FREE AT THE LAST SECOND!

He shoves Oz crotch-first onto the top rope!!!!

The crowd howls. TK hits a superkick that sends Oz tumbling to the floor.

But before he can even begin to celebrat, he turns right around into Thias’ waiting palm!

Thias grabs TK by the throat

CHOKESLAM!!!!


COVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1!




2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



JIMMY!!!


Somehow, barely alive, he collapses on top of the pile to break up the pin!

The crowd actually cheers the sheer audacity.

Thias hauls Jimmy up, screaming: “YOU’RE DEAD, BOY!”

He sets for another tombstone, but TK springs in, low-bridges him! The giant topples over the ropes, crashing outside.

Oz re-enters, furious, wiping grit from his eyes. He lunges for TK, but TK ducks, boots him in the gut, spikes him with a DDT. The big man rolls out!

Thias hauls himself back up, limping. TK circles, measuring him. The crowd buzzes, sensing the kill.

Thias swings wild.

TK ducks, boots him, hooks his head— BUT THIAS POWERS THE TWO THEM BACK TO HIS CORNER!

Oz is back on the apron and tags himself on his partner’s shoulder!

He scales the tops rope, and just as soon as Thias pushes TK away…


DIVING HURRICANRANA FROM OZ!


HE COVERS


1!





2!!





KICKOUT BY TK!!!

Oz wipes grit from his eyes, shaking his head, lips peeled back into a snarl.

He rises to his feet and steps away from TK with deliberate menace, shoulders rolling, veins bulging. The crowd rises instinctively, sensing that something big is about to unfold.

Thunder Knuckles staggers back up, and meets him mid-ring. No smirk. No swagger. Just clenched fists and a Bastard’s glare.

BAM!

Oz strikes first with a clubbing forearm. TK reels.
BAM!


Another. TK drops to a knee.


BAM!


A third, and TK folds to all fours.

Oz raises his arms and roars, the boos cascading down.

He looks down at TK like he’s already finished.

But TK slams a fist to the mat, shoving himself upright.

A right hand snaps Oz’s jaw.

Another.

A wild left hook.

TK’s head jerks from an Oz counterpunch, but he answers with a forearm of his own.

Soon they’re nose-to-nose, trading bombs like human wrecking balls.

The crowd counts each shot.

ONE!

Oz forearm.

TWO!

TK right hand.

THREE!

Oz uppercut.

FOUR!

TK left hook.

Neither man gives an inch.

Oz suddenly headbutts him, a sickening crack that sends sweat flying!

TK stumbles, but rebounds with a superkick to the ribs!

Oz doubles over.

TK hits the ropes… superkick to the jaw!

Oz stumbles but refuses to fall.

They collide mid-ring with a double lariat. Both drop like felled trees.

TODD: This isn’t wrestling anymore, Bama, this is a war!

BAMA: You’re damn right, baby. A Bastard and a Titan beatin’ each other raw!

They crawl back to their feet, eyes glassy but burning. Oz snatches TK and hauls him high into the air  - - - DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX, squatting once, twice, three times.

He slams TK down with thunder. Cover.

1!








2!!!!!!






KICKOUT!!!!!!

Oz snarls, slapping the mat.

He scoops TK again - - - GORILLA PRESS!!!!!

He parades him around like a trophy, then hurls him spine-first into the corner. TK bounces out into a spinebuster. Another cover.

1!







2!!!!!!!!












TK kicks out again!!!!!


Oz smacks his own chest, pointing down at TK.

“STAY DOWN!”

TK spits blood, then flips him the middle finger.

The crowd explodes.

Oz charges just as TK stands.

But TK ducks, rebounds - - - superkick to the knee!

The Titan staggers.

TK rebounds again - - - another superkick to the jaw!

Oz stumbles. TK launches off the ropes one more time and delivers a flying elbow smash right between the eyes. Oz finally drops to one knee.

TK doesn’t hesitate - - - he gets the big man’s legs onto his shoulder and spikes him with an Alabama Slam!!!!!

Oz arches in agony, clutching his back.


Cover!

1!







2!!!!!!








Kickout!!!!

Both men are gasping, dripping sweat. TK wipes his mouth, tasting iron, then pounds the mat. He drags Oz up — BUT OZ EXPLODES INTO HIM WITH A STRIKING SPEAR THAT TURNS TK INSIDE OUT!!!


Cover!


1!



2!!!!!!!



TK kicks out!!!!!!

Oz pounds his fists against the mat, again, but then drags TK to his feet, and hooks TK into position for his Boone Bomb.


He lifts - - - BUT TK WRIGGLES FREE AND SLIPS BEHIND OZ, SPIKING HIS HEAD ONTO THE MAT WITH A DESPERATION DDT!!!

Both men lie flat, chests heaving, the crowd chanting

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

They rise again.

Oz swings wild  - - -  TK ducks, locks the waist - - - tries for a German suplex but Oz elbows free.

Oz hoists TK into the air, looking for another powerbomb - - - but TK counters mid-lift into a hurried hurricanrana! The crowd gasps at the Bastard’s agility.

Oz pops back up, stunned!!!

TK meets him with a flurry of right hands, elbows, and a headbutt. Oz answers with a big boot that staggers TK back into the ropes.

TK rebounds, ducking another clothesline, springboards off the middle rope - - - springboard clothesline!

Both collapse again, sprawled out on the mat!!!!

TODD: They’re tearing each other apart, Bama! Neither man wants to blink!

BAMA: This is Bastard grit against Titan rage, baby, and it’s beautiful!

Both crawl up slowly, sweat dripping into their eyes. Oz is first, grabbing TK by the throat. He lifts for a chokeslam - - -but TK rakes the eyes, drops behind, and shoves him chest-first into the turnbuckle.

Oz staggers backward. TK catches him, spins  - - - DDT!

He doesn’t cover, instead he turns almost instinuctually to his corner, looking for a tag… but all he sees is poor Jimmy lying there still, half dead.

“Fuck.” TK mouths

The crowd is deafening.

Oz groggily rises, staggering. TK lines him up. But before he can strike, Oz makes a diving tag to his corner!!!


NOW THIAS WATTS STORMS BACK IN!!!

The seven-footer barrels across the ring, roaring.

He swings at TK, but TK ducks.

Thias’ momentum sends him into the ropes, and hurling back across the ring… SMASHING HIM CHEST FIRST INTO OZ JUST AS HE STANDS! THE TWO TITANS COLLDIDING LIKE SEMI TRUCKS ON THE FREEWAY!

Thais looks at his partner with concern, staggered for a moment…



LOW BLOW FROM TK! THE REF DIDN’T SEE IT!


Thais cripples over, and TK grabs his leg, then grapes the ankle!!


THUNDERSTRIKE!


The DDT spikes the giant right onto his heel, grotesque torque snapping his ankle. Thias howls, then collapses flat.

Oz lunges to break it, but TK throws another fist full of sand in Oz’s eyes, and rolls Thias over!

1!





2!!!!!






3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WINNER AND STILL ANARCHY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THUNDER KNUCKLES

Counterfeit XBUX rains from the ceiling as TK kneels mid-ring, both Anarchy Tag belts clutched to his chest, Jimmy draped half-conscious at his side.

TODD: Against two monsters, against all logic, Them No Good Bastards retain!

BAMA: That’s Bastard wrestling, baby. Jimmy’s a corpse, TK’s a crook, and somehow… they’re still champs!

The Titans fume outside, Oz pounding the barricade, Thias clutching his ankle. Inside, TK lifts Jimmy’s limp arm in mock victory, then mouths into the camera: “Bastards forever.”

Jimmy tries to reach for one of the tag titles, but TK slaps his hand away and drops his partner to the mat.

TK scales the turnbuckle, both championships hoisted high into the muggy Miami night!

TODD: What an amazing second night of this Relentless weekend! Folks, we’ll see you tom-

Lights out. Then on the X-Tron, a masked figure appears:



Masked figure: For the uninitiated, call me The Director. For Mr. Knuckles, look behind you.

TK turns around, only to be hit in the face with the Revolution title from the man who took it from him...XXXVI! XXXVI threatens to hit Jimmy with it too, but Jimmy begs him not to. He pleads, and when XXXVI threatens him again, he runs backstage!

Todd: Jimmy! What a coward!

Bama: I don't know about all that, but who is this Director guy? What's his connection with XXXVI?

Todd: I think he's the puppet master, Bama! He's pulling the strings.

The Director: XXXVI, my weapon. You've taken his title, now take his pride. Make. Him. Hurt.

TK starts to get up, but XXXVI smacks him across the face with the Revolution title again! XXXVI lays the title over the former champion's chest. He climbs onto the barricade, runs and leaps, double stomp onto the title laid over TK! XXXVI reclaims what he won last night and lifts the title high as Thunder Knuckles coughs and sputters out blood on the ramp below. "Gods" by Sleep Token plays as the new Revolution champion bows in prayer over TK and makes his way to the back.



Todd: What a message from the new Revolution champion to the former champion tonight, along with the Director.

Bama: It just makes me sick, Toddrick. Someone needs to help that man.

Todd: Well, folks, we promise you that this is not the end of the battle between TK and XXXVI… But it is the end of Relentless Night 2! We’ll see you tomorrow for the final, EXPLOSIVE NIGHT of Relentless!

THANKS TO OUR MATCH WRITERS “Bashmaster” Barry Masterson Peter Principle Liam Desmond SEGMENT WRITERS Peter Principle XXXVI AND EVERYONE WHO RP’D