OOC: Hey Will, if this post-match interaction misrepresents your character, let me know and we'll get mod permission to wipe it from canon. Good luck!
An exciting edition of Massacre is going to kick off its last hour with the semi-main event, pitting Luis against Erik Holland.
Hana Ramierez: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, the winner earns an XWA Television Title opportunity at a later time.
The lights vanish. The crowd is on their feet, wondering what is going on.
PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS FEARFUL OF SOMETHING THEY DONT UNDERSTAND
THE NEXT STEP IN EVOLUTION IS A MACHINE
A MACHINE THAT CAN THINK [AND] FEEL
SURVIVING...IS [ALL] THAT WILL MATTER]
After a few long moments, a pulsating and punishing salvo of Fear Factory's guitars and drums assault every one of our senses, with strobe lights blazing in time in red and white. We can see the silhouette of Erik Holland on the top of the stage, pacing back and forth, shaking his head, arguing with himself, tugging at his hair, generally just working himself and the crowd into a frenzy before he stomps toward the ring at an accelerated pace.
Refuse to give me a life extension
Sever mortality from existence
Disconnect the chains of fate
Disrupt and disobey
The strobes stop and explode into a cacophony of red and white searchlights as Erik Holland is seen fully now, yelling about what violent things he's going to do as he bounces from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, pinging off the crowd like a pinball.
What you thought was your human redemption
Waking up to engines of destruction
Disconnect and circuit break
Impulse to eliminate
He arrives at ringside and circles the ring one and a half times before jumping on the apron facing the hard camera, staring out to the vast expanse in a crouch before he ducks through the ropes into the ring. Heading to one turnbuckle, he hops up on the second rope and throws his arms out to welcome the roars of the crowd.
I AM A WEAPON OF HUMAN DESIGN
Erik is now seen slumping in the corner, back against the second pad and ass on the mat, glowering up at the camera from behind his entrance mask. He reaches up and peels the mask off, yelling something we can't hear over the music and cheering at the cameraman before he slings the mask into the crowd and pulls himself up onto his feet with help from the ropes, ready to begin the match.
The punishing opening passage of Converge's killer track "A Single Tear" rips out from the arena's PA system, and accompanying the opening guitar shredding and drum pounding is a burst of pyro from the top of the stage. As the loud pop from the stage pyro reverberates throughout the Battle Zone, Luis Jacinto races through the curtain and jumps through the smoke, visibly excited to demonstrate his worth in the ring. He begins headbanging to his hardcore opening theme until Jacob Bannon's punishing vocals bellow out a poetic lyrical masterpiece about his worldview changing with the birth of his child, a story mirrored by the competitor who uses his song. With this cue he vigorously skips down to the ring, slapping some of the fans' hands along the way.
Hana Ramierez: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at 195 pounds, Luis Jacinto!
A final sprint allows him to effortlessly slide into the ring, his youth visible as he leaps back onto his feet and throws his shirt into the crowd. With his emotions pouring out, he heads to the corner to settle down and prepare for his next fight.
Both athletes stand in their respective corners, two different tales told through two different facial expressions: Erik Holland, a man who has made an immediate impact on the world of pro wrestling with only a few years of experience under his belt and isn’t accustomed to failure sports an intense focus upon his visage while Luis, a hometown favorite in the Battle Zone, seems to have a hint of apprehension in his expression. However, the overall aura he radiates is one of determination and willingness to sacrifice everything for this potential title opportunity.
Mark Sanction: Our penultimate contest this evening pits two contrasting combatants against each other for a shot at the prestigious XWA Television Championship. How do these two stack up to each other, Tempest?
Tempest: Both of these guys love to get into wild brawls, it’s their specialty. Luis is smaller and can use his body as a high flying weapon, a trait he will have to utilize against the extreme power of his adversary.
Mark Sanction: Let us also remember that Luis was trained by a man of similar stature and style so despite the physical disparity between the two wrestlers, Luis has nearly a decade of experience against men like Erik.
Ding Ding Ding!
As the bells chimes reverberate throughout The Battle Zone, this high-stakes athletic contest has begun. To Luis, this signifies that he should cautiously approach the center of the ring for a traditional start. However, for Holland this symbolizes a cage door opening to allow his inner animal to be unleashed once more; The President of the Badd Breed ferociously vacates his corner with his fists cocked and paces expeditiously over to Luis, who is in essence trapped on his half of the ring. This realization quickly dawns upon the Chicago native as he retraces his steps back toward the turnbuckle, jiving left and right in the hopes that he can find an escape route to the center of the squared circle around his gargantuan foe. Holland merely sways his upper body to and fro to match Luis’ movements, effectively blocking off all exits.
Tempest: Imagine a dude who is this big, this strong trapping you in the corner with his shocking agility? There’s a reason I retired from active competition and having to go toe to toe with men like this was one of them!
With Luis now literally backed into a corner, he was in the crosshairs of the fast approaching Holland who, with his impressive reach, swings wildly at his opponent’s head with a right hook. Jacinto craftily ducks out of harm’s way, causing the leviathan to spin out with his back on the turnbuckle. Luis capitalizes on this role reversal by sending a flurry of rights and lefts into Gilgamesh’s abdomen. Holland is taken aback with just how much impact these attacks have so he encompasses Luis’ entire face with his massive hand and pushes the nuisance off with one mighty shove. The hometown hero falls backward with a somersault, gracefully landing on his feet before he decides to continue his suffocating offensive approach by darting back toward Erik, ramming him with a Corner Shoulder Tackle! The Haunted doubles over from this collision, his eyes now on level with Luis’ as the pitbull-like competitor maintains an overbearing attack with rapid-fire Forearm Strikes to his adversary’s temple.
Mark Sanction: Amazingly, Luis is outpacing one of the best brawlers in the world today in a slugfest! Luis is showcasing tenacity unlike anything we’ve ever seen before.
Holland begins to slump downward as a result of this bombardment but he puts a surcease to it by again shoving his foe away; he did not benefit from a leverage advantage and settled for simply pushing Luis backward. This does nothing to deter the Chicagoan as he once more runs forward, leaping into the air and driving a Front-Facing Flying Dropkick to Holland’s skull, forcing the powerful figure to fall into a seated position against the corner. Luis rolls out back onto a vertical base, grabs the ropes and begins to mercilessly blitz him with indiscriminately-aimed Mudhole Stomps. Some of these thunderous strikes berate Holland’s face and others connect with his chest, leading to Erik’s massive frame to droop down into a protective fetal position. Luis persists against this lackluster guarding technique but the referee, who had already begun a five count, reaches four, forcing the referee to physically separate Luis from his victim to avoid an early and frankly disappointing disqualification ending. Jacinto excitedly paces to the middle of the ring, pumping his hand into the air and getting the audience to pop.
Tempest: I wouldn’t celebrate this early if I were Luis…
The young man’s celebratory mood descends promptly into one of bewilderment as he rededicates his attention to Holland who is already up onto one knee as if nothing happened, the only difference being his countenance now sports a mean scowl. Luis, with trepidation invading his otherwise calm and confident semblance, tentatively approaches his disadvantaged challenger and fires off a few Right Hands to his cheekbone. Holland is seemingly unaffected by this attack for he wraps his hand around Luis’ throat, squatting back to a vertical base and launching Luis around into the turnbuckle. Turnabout is fair play for this behemoth as he delivers a Swinging Gut Punch to his diminutive competitor, forcing the air out of him. He loads his fist up and strikes once more with a Gut Punch with such force that Luis’ boby propels skyward before landing in a doubled over pose in the corner. Holland’s sadistic nature swells to the surface as a sick smile spreads across his visage before performing an Earth-shattering Knife-Edge Chop to Luis’ bare chest. The audience winces as the sound of Luis’ flesh being lit up is too much for many to bear. The near ten year veteran falls to his knees, his breathing made difficult by Holland’s attack.
The Beast of Silent Hill hooks his arms under Luis’, effortlessly lifting him to his feet before securing a tight front waistlock around his incapacitated foe. He then propels the relatively small Luis backward with his ungodly strength by performing an unreal Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Luis’ momentum going into the mat throws him back onto his knees as he lets out a pained, guttural cry. The audience is astonished by this brutal display of strength and gasps collectively, unsure if what they just witnessed was reality.
Mark Sanction: Oh my goodness! Luis’ body went halfway across the ring with that one! Tell me Tempest, what is it like to be manhandled in this way? What does it do to you physically and mentally?
Tempest: Listen Mark, I’ve had my share of beatings in my life but I’ve NEVER been tossed around like that! I can’t begin to imagine what Luis’ feeling.
Indeed, what Luis is feeling may be incomprehensible but Holland is prepared to showcase an entirely new level of savagery to get the title opportunity he so craves to add to his already impressive collection; he contemplates this as he towers over his knelt opponent, methodically deciding what his next punishment should be. With so many hurtful options on his plate, he chooses to grab Luis by the arm before launching him toward the rope with an Irish Whip that started from a grounded position, quite possibly the first instance of this in pro wrestling history! On his return trip. Luis is met with a swift lift into almost a scoop slam position before Holland drops himself to the mat, executing a picture perfect Scoop Powerslam, a monstrous thud radiating out from the area of impact. The Leader of the Badd Breed smoothly transitions into a lateral press with an outside leg hook for the win.
The gutsy Chicago native thrusts his shoulder off of the mat, but The Man Known as Gilgamesh simply continues with his onslaught as he hooks a rear waistlock on his prone opponent. He then squats back to his feet while deadlifting the near 200 pound frame of his adversary as if it were a stuffed animal of the same size, a feat that takes the crowd’s breath away. With bad intentions, it appears as though the manhandling will continue as Erik Holland tries to toss Luis’ body yet again but the Latinx wrestler instinctively wraps his right leg around Holland’s, blocking what was sure to be a German Suplex. He is desperate to escape his doomful predicament so he sends a few elbows backward that glance the side of Erik’s head enough to temporarily stun him before flipping forward in a victory roll attempt. This is all for naught, however, as Holland keeps the waistlock applied even with Luis struggling to finish his rotation near the ground. The 6’6 wrestler lifts Luis with a wheelbarrow before turning his body toward the nearest set of ropes and executing a Wheelbarrow Stun Gun with Luis’ midsection being the target.
Mark Sanction: Luis just can’t seem to get anything going here, Holland is just too good, too physical.
Tempest: I agree, Luis is going to have to get some offense going if he’s...oh no, Holland is going for the early finish!
As Tempest belts this line out, Erik Holland fluidly puts Luis on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, ready to finish this contest off with his ruthless Toxic Avenger move. Luis instantly recognizes the danger of this position and flails his body, eventually squirming his way off of Holland’s shoulders to his rear. The massive athlete attempts to maintain control as he turns around with a spinning back fist but alas, Luis’ smaller stature finally benefits him as he’s able to duck out of the way just in time. He responds to Holland’s missed attack by firing off a jawbreaking Right Hook that catches the colossal competitor off guard. Luis proceeds to throw another bomb of more devastating proportions that hits him right on his cheekbone before absolutely decking him with one final Right Hook to his temple that sends him reeling toward the center of the ring.
Tempest: Even in my prime I don’t think I could trade blows with a guy like Holland! Luis is truly a gifted fighter.
The smaller of the two TV title aspirants dashes toward the far side of the ring, utilizing the elastic properties of the ropes to pick up massive momentum upon rebound. Holland is still shaking off the cobwebs from the vicious blow to the side of his head when he bears witness to the steam-powered locomotive that is Luis charging forward with insane velocity. He is unable to react properly as Luis leaps into the air, burying a Busaiku Knee deep into the chest of Holland, the impact of which causes the 6’6 competitor to tumble hard onto the mat; Luis also falls, though obviously not with the impact of his fellow combatant. The audience is surprised that Luis was able to chop the huge tree down but they truly come alight as Luis performs a kip-up and pumps himself up in a most-muscular pose. His enthusiasm dies down a bit as Holland is already trying to regain a seated position, clutching at his chest while doing so, but he mitigates this by striking Holland’s face with a Front Kick right down the middle. As Erik clenches his face in a supine position, Luis concludes this energetic burst offense by performing a high bar jump with an unreal zenith. He comes down with a ruthless Double Stomp to Holland’s barely-covered face, causing the giant competitor to let out an agonizingly gruesome growl and to roll to the safety of the outside of the ring.
Mark Sanction: I’m in disbelief, Luis has actually forced Holland to retreat! He is using his entire body as a weapon and I truly believe this is the strategy he’ll have to employ to be successful in this match.
Tempest I don’t care how big you are, you still need to breathe and see so if he can break his nose and swell his eye, Luis is going on to compete for the TV title!
Holland’s huge hand is still nursing his hurt facial features as small trickles of blood start leaking out, though he is recuperating quickly, evidenced by him pushing himself back to a vertical standpoint already. Luis was disheartened to see his efforts bear little fruit but he was determined to fight on; he places himself outside of the ring on the apron, poised to strike and facing Holland’s back. As the leviathan competitor turns around, he is greeted by Luis performing an Apron-Run Cannonball Senton, but his brawn is too mighty for the Chicago native as he catches him mid-flight! He holds him in sort of a piledriver position for a few seconds, letting the blood pool in his brain and to contemplate what was about to happen before slamming him shoulder-first into the edge of the ring! The audiences winces and turns away at this barbaric sight, but Holland holds onto his opponent; Erik walks closer to the barricade before tossing his 200 pound foe like a sack of potatoes into guardrail with no regard for his well being.
Mark Sanction: What a display of resilience and ferocity from this XWA newcomer! Luis seems to be taking one step forward and two steps backward at every juncture of this match!
Gilgamesh paused his onslaught only to once again grasp at his injured nose, the pain now challenging his thresholds. Nonetheless, he is a tough competitor and decides to ignore the pulsating of his face to work over his opponent some more; he grabs Luis, who is against the barricade at this point, and lifts him up by the hair at a deliberate pace, a distressed expression written upon his countenance. The Haunted gets right into Luis’ face to shout, “You wanna break my nose, huh? What if I break yours?!” which leads to a wicked Forearm Smash targeted intentionally at Luis’ nose. The underdog holds his face after the walloping blow but leaves his chest open to a razor-sharp Knife Edge Chop, the fans closest to Luis feeling the sweat that flies off his chest. The President of the Badd Breed then cocks his fist back, winding up for a finishing blow. However, Luis possesses the wherewithal to move his head out of harm’s way, Holland’s fist almost reaching the frightened audience members just behind. Luis exploits this clumsy positioning by hooking his arms around Holland’s neck before dropping this knees, executing a Jawbreaker with the crown of his skull. This ostensibly dazes the exceptionally large man, which naturally leads to a quick pursuit on Luis’ part; however, he reveals that he’s feigned this disorientation by smoothly transitioning into a rear waistlock, his remarkable agility catching Luis completely off guard. He chucks Luis backward with a sick Release German Suplex as he intended to earlier, though the stakes were raised significantly as Luis’ neck and upper back crash horribly onto the largely-unprotected concrete floor!
Mark Sanction and Tempest: Holy Shi-
Mark Sanction: Excuse us, but perhaps we’ve just witnessed a damn murder!
Holland sports a repugnant smirk signifying satisfaction at his actions but seems far from finished; he stalks Luis before hearing a very loud “nine” being shouted out and realizes it’s from the referee: he and Luis are about to get counted out! The behemoth races to the ring and slides under the ropes, effectively saving himself the match and claiming victory - or so it would seem. As the referee’s hands go to signal a ten count, Holland surrounds the official’s arm with his mighty grasp and glares at him before standing tall over the tiny individual. He shouts at him, “Don’t you dare count to ten! I’m going to win this match my may, and that means no count outs! Do you understand?” With the fear of God placed in him, he nervously nods in agreement, prompting Holland to roll back out onto ringside.
Tempest: Well how about that? Holland wants to keep fighting and doesn’t want silly little “rules” coming into play. I agree, let these two go at it until one of them collapses and can’t fight anymore!
The Haunted’s Bushido was far too strong to take a victory on a mere technicality; he wants to incontrovertibly earn his title opportunity like he has for the countless straps he’s wrapped around his waist over the past few years. He calmly strolls over toward Luis, who is still writhing on the floor, his hands covering his neck. Gilgamesh casts a long shadow over the younger competitor as he doubles over and positions himself in a way that mirrors a Jackknife Cover. However, Holland showcases his tremendous power and deadlifts Jacinto into a powerbomb pose! He turns attention back to the guardrail, dropping the poor Chicago native’s frame with a Powerbomb onto the top of the barricade! A sickening cry belched from his vocal cords, agony written across his visage and the audience, though astounded by this feat of strength, is growing weary of seeing their hometown hero manhandled in this manner. Thus, Holland pushes them further to the brink by lifting Luis back onto his shoulders, ready for another drop onto the floor to complete his signature Move From Another World. Luis’ instincts kick in at this moment for despite the unimaginable misery he’s feeling, another powerbomb could damn well end his career; he fights back by sending a few Right Hands to the aggressor’s face to briefly disable his advances. Just like Billy Kidman, you don’t go for a powerbomb on Luis Jacinto for the Chicano foils any powerbomb aspirations by falling backward and performing a picture-perfect Hurricanrana, dropping the massive husk of his opponent to the ground below.
Mark Sanction: At this rate, these two are going to be wrestling each other forever! Their fighting spirits are just too strong!
Immense radiating pain encompasses nearly the entirety of Luis’ upper body but he wills himself back to a vertical stance, knowing full well the battle wasn’t over just yet. He locks on to Erik who is already on his knees, albeit a bit loopy from the previous counter. He sprints toward him and smashes into his chest with a Low Spear, snapping his body onto the floor! After barreling over the inhuman combatant, Luis scrambles to his feet and slides into the ring in a futile attempt to break the count. Once he reaches the safety of the inside of the ring, he’s surprised to see the referee isn’t counting at all! His bewilderment turns to dismay upon this realization and begs the confused referee to begin counting, a request he reluctantly obliges. Too little too late though for Holland has already begun recovering and eventually grabs the ropes to use as a fulcrum. Luis’ confidence wavers slightly but he attempts to regain it by performing a Baseball Slide to knock Holland back but inadvertently restarts the ref’s count. Luis throws caution to the wind and chases after his imposing opponent.
Mark Sanction: Perhaps Luis is looking for a countout victory at this juncture; Tempest, what merits does a strategy like this have?
Tempest: Well this might be the only way Luis can actually take down this huge threat so I say go for it! You can immortalize yourself in XWA history kid!
As Luis approaches, Holland’s anger flares up and he turns around to deliver a sinister Overhead Chop to Luis’ already beaten chest, the sound echoing throughout the Battle Zone. He then grabs Luis by the shoulders, holding him in place to receive a simple but effective Headbutt that sends the younger wrestler backpedaling toward the ring post. Erik also feels the effects of this skull-on-skull collision and shakes his head before going back on the hunt. However, he is met with an acute Toe Kick to his well-developed abdomen, the larger athlete folding over as he clutches his midsection. Luis uses this newfound leverage to lock his arm around Holland’s head before sending the crown of his cranium right into the metal turnpost! He falls to one knee, supporting himself on the corner of the ring so as not to slump down further; this is prime positioning for Luis as the Chicago brawler sends a few Forearm Smashes into Holland’s jaw. The Monster of Silent Hill put a surcease to his offensive by squeezing in an Elbow that backs Luis up for long enough to regain a vertical base.
Tempest: The action has devolved into a bar room brawl! These are the reasons I don’t regret ending my in-ring career and going behind the booth. These two are tearing the Battle Zone down tonight and a title isn’t up for grabs! Imagine how it’ll be when the stakes are higher on the next edition of Massacre.
Before Holland could mount any further attacks, he notices the referee’s count has restarted so he scowls and points to the official, barking, “What did I tell you about counting?” The referee ultimately gives up on the idea of counting the two competitors out as Holland refocuses on the task at hand; Luis capitalizes on the minor distraction and strikes Holland’s jaw with another stiff Right Hook. This time, however, Holland isn’t dazed and responds with a huge Right Swing of his own that dizzies Luis a bit but doesn’t deter him from responding with another Right Hook, second verse same as the first. The two fighters continue this dangerous exchange, each connecting shot making the live audience more raucous and engaged with the action. Finally, the advantage seems to go with Holland as he blocks one of Luis’ attacks and hits him with a slightly disrespectful Open-Palm Strike to his face. Gilgamesh roars out to Luis, “Is that all you got?!” before the fiery Chicago native returns the favor by performing a Front Kick to Holland’s knee! He succumbs to the strike as he bends his knee slightly to alleviate the pressure, but Luis continues on by delivering what amounts to a Stomp to the knee cap! He executes one more for good measure which sends the gargantuan Gilgamesh to one knee.
Mark Sanction: Is this the winning formula? Take a man out by the legs and his offense is virtually cut to zero!
Luis becomes cognizant of the golden opportunity before him and doesn’t want to spoil it by going for some more strikes; rather, the Chicano from Chicago backs up a bit before darting forward with what appears to be a Seated Senton, though once he arrives at his target, he performs a compact backward rotation, managing to execute a tight Faceplant Hurricanrana, an oft-forgotten and rarely performed gem of his moveset! Holland’s skull bounces off the mat below which has absolutely no give. Luis desperately crawls over the chassis of his subhuman opponent en route to the ring, where he pulls himself up by the apronskirt. He slides in and once again finds the in-ring official isn’t counting, much to his dismay. However, he abandons the idea as he now wants to beat Holland with no excuses and completely on his own merits.
Tempest: Both Luis and Erik have taken a hellacious beating tonight and I now I don’t think either would want a countout victory anyway.
Mark Sanction: I agree with you there part - oh my, Erik Holland is somehow already responsive and attempting to get to his feet on the outside! Will anything bring this behemoth down for good?
Indeed, Erik Holland’s inhuman endurance surfaces as he begins to shakily regain his footing, though he is still quite groggy from Luis’ last maneuver; his eyesight is blurry and a heavy ringing iss in his ear. In fact, the only sounds he can hear are these thuds that lowered in volume but started picking back up a second or two later. These were in fact Luis’ footsteps as he ricocheted off the far ropes, ready for an all-out aerial assault. Holland’s senses return just in time to behold Luis diving through the middle and top ropes, meeting him with his signature Suicide Forearm Smash! Both individuals are carried by the wave of momentum and careen back into the barricade, but both somehow stay on their feet. Luis is initially baffled that he didn’t take down Holland but he regains focus fast as he shoves The Haunted, who limply staggers toward the ring. Luis then grabs Holland’s huge tree-trunk leg and gets him enough onto the apron to roll him in. The high-risk fighter then gets onto the aprop himself, pointing at his forearm to signal to the crowd that he’s going to end this match once and for all.
Tempest: Luis’ risk-taking style has been conducive of success thus far, will it continue to pay dividends after this one though?
Holland falteringly regains his standing base, though quite clearly haze still clouded his brain. This left the wobbly giant wide open for Luis to grab the top rope and acrobatically springboard himself up before vaulting off of the ropes and into the direction of his opponent. Somehow, someway, Holland regained cognizance at the precise moment before his imminent demise and countered by sidestepping his incoming foe, proceeding to fly skyward and complete his reversal with his trademark Plan 9 From Outer Space punch! The crowd gasped and went silent as Erik’s fist so perfectly connected with the side of Luis’ skull, completely derailing his forward momentum and allowing for gravity to do the rest; Luis fell limp onto the canvas, knocked out cleanly by the unforeseen attack. However, Holland was unable to take advantage for he’d landed with his right leg, thus all of his weight fell onto his injured knee and he collapsed to the mat.
Mark Sanction: An UNBELIEVABLE counter looks to be Luis’ end - but wait! He landed on that bad knee of his! A fortuitous development for the hometown hero.
Holland hits his leg a couple of times in absolute frustration, seeing as how he was unable to avail himself from his truly remarkable counter. He sluggishly rolls over, performing a arm-drape cover as the referee dives down into position.
To the delight of the audience in attendance, this match will continue! A gutsy and courageous shoulder lifted itself up with fervor, giving life to Luis in this contest but creating an angry Gilgamesh in the process. A heated Erik Holland pushes through his knee pain, lifting himself back onto stable footing while also dragging Luis’ lifeless husk up. He follows up by carefully lifting Luis into a fireman’s carry position once more in a manner that didn’t exacerbate his knee condition; The Chicago native’s body hangs listlessly as Holland attempts to put a nail in this coffin of a match.
Tempest: It’s been a wild ride but if he hits this, and I don’t see how he can’t, this will all be over!
Erik Holland lets out a mighty battle cry to pump himself up before tossing Luis’ body over, trying to hit his infamous Toxic Avenger. However, due to improperly balancing his body for fear of his knee giving out, Luis, on instinct alone, is able to shift his body weight to his side, causing him to start falling in the same direction Holland is facing. He miraculously hooks a cravate around Erik’s neck upon his descent and manages to fall into a seated position, spectacularly and effectively countering his finishing maneuver with a Stunner! Like the name implies, Holland is absolutely stunned, an empty expression upon his visage as he remains on his hands and knees.
Mark Sanction: Good God, The President of the Badd Breed has been reduced to a servant with that unbelievable counter! Is this the end of his reign of terror in the world of pro wrestling?
Luis restores his standing position and looks out to the audience who is astounded by the display before them. They are cheering nonstop for their homegrown talent and Luis acknowledges their support with a throttling of his head. He squares his downed foe up before running to the opposite set of ropes. He ricochets off of them, the anticipation in the arena becomes nearly too much to handle. He arrives at his destination and steps up using Holland’s muscular shoulders to a ridiculous vertical apex. Upon reaching this he brings his knee all the way up to his chest before coming down and smashing the back of Holland’s head with a Running Curb Stomp! Gilgamesh’s face is mercilessly driven into the canvas and then bounces off, his body landing in the ideal supine position. Luis is exhausted and thus unable to properly hook the leg so he goes for a back press for the victory.
Ding Ding Ding!
Luis’ hardcore theme blasts through the speakers as the audience erupts in cheers! Luis pops up and pops off, having overcome one of the hardest obstacles to ever stand in his path.
Hana Ramierez: Here is your winner by way of pinfall, Luis Jacinto!
Luis’ celebration continues as Erik Holland recuperates in time to see Luis standing tall over him, literally and metaphorically. He is beyond heated and uses this rage to get back to his feet to confront his victorious opponent. His song fades as an intense staredown ensues.
Tempest: He has nothing to be ashamed of, he took Luis to the limit but the hometown guy had just enough to get the job done.
Luis timidly sticks his hand out for a handshake and Holland seems receptive as he also puts his hand out. Their hands meet and the handshake is official, but Holland suddenly pushes Luis into the corner, hand still clasped. He gets face to face with the #1 contender and speaks with an intimidating tone, “This time you got lucky, but if you win that title in a couple of weeks, I will be coming for you and I will strip you of the strap. I have your number.” Holland releases his grip and backs off, eventually rolling out of the ring and leaving Luis to bask in the moment. His music starts and his unwavering confidence is allowed to subside in place of genuine joy.
Mark Sanction: Luis was able to overcome this momentous challenge but he faces an even greater threat for the title on the next edition of Massacre. Will the Cinderella story continue for this kid or is the storybook ending just a myth.
With Sanction’s closing statements, we go to the final commercial break of the evening before the match that will determine Luis’ title opponent.