The following contest is set for one fall!
Rammstein's "Sonne" counts up to ten before the emphatic pulse of the drums begins to boom through the arena. Acting upon the obvious cue, the former citizen of the British Isles emerges from behind the curtain which separates the locker rooms from that of the main arena. He stands on the stage with his arms spread in a "V" above his head, with the palms of his hands facing outward. He basks in the glow of the arena lighting that shines down upon him. Sharply he brings his arms down to his side and locks his focus on the ring, which stands just a few metres away from him down the entrance ramp. He makes his way slowly down from the stage to the main entrance ramp, pausing with each deliberate step before continuing onto the next one. He walks down the walkway with fans on both sides of him cheering and jeering, a couple of them simply trying to lean into the view of the camera then smile and wave at those watching in the comfort of their houses.
Ladies and gentlemen! Making his way to the ring, hailing from Azazelandria, formerly of the United Kingdom... he weighed in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds! The Morningstar... JAAAAKOOOB AAAAZZZZAAAAZZZEEEEEELL!!!!
The Warlock continues his march to the ring. He does half a lap of the ring before jumping up onto the apron and catching on to the top rope with one hand. He pulls himself up to a standing position and turns his body to face out to the crowd and the announce team. The Sunlight Warrior turns his head, his warm stare scanning the arena. Whilst he does this he also unbuttons his black leather duster and flings it open revealing his now on sale for $23 "PRAISE IT" muscle vest, complete with reflective sun motif. Jakob leans back into the ropes and pushes his crotch forward as he raises both his hands to the heavens and once again 'praises the sun'. The Shining Superstar removes his duster and throws it to a ring side assistant before doing the same with the half mask that adorns his face. He enters the ring between the top and middle rope and quickly enters his corner, letting the referee to a quick weapon check before Armads enters the match. The referee for the match checks the wrist tape of Azazel and the boots but finds nothing before demanding to check the pocket of Jakob's sole kneepad. Azazel sighs before raising his leg for the official to examine. The monochromatic arbiter unzips the pocket but finds nothing as Azazel continues to wave at the ringside fans. He begins to rotate his neck and stretch out his arms, eager to get on with tonight's contest.
Introducing his opponent, from Wichita, Kansas, weighing in at 284 lbs, Armads!
As the music blares through the loudspeaker, Armads walks out the entranceway, clutching his head as if his head hurts. Halfway down the ramp, he falls to his knees and starts trembling. Quickly however, he jumps to his feet and rushes into the ring. He gets some quick stretches in before getting into his stance.
Both men looking to get their first win here in XWA.
Yeah, they’re both similar in one other aspect, the fans cheer them despite them being horrible role models!
Will you stop?
With the bell, the two fighters begin by staring at one another. This ends when Jakob gets into position for a test of strength. Armads has a look of confusion, but decides to try it anyway. But before they can lock hands, Jakob quickly stomps on Armads’s toes. With Armads distracted, Jakob hits a snap suplex before applying a headlock. When Armads tries to get up, Jakob responds by hitting a russian leg sweep. Jakob hits a quick leg drop and goes for a pin.
Unable to end the match quickly, Jakob picks up Armads and throws him into a corner. After a few quick kicks to the midsection, Jakob produced a series of playing cards. Before Jakob could start the chops however, Armads grabs his wrist. Now in control, Armads hits a few punches to Jakob’s face before hitting a vicious lariat. Armads then goes to hit a leg drop, but Jakob was able to get out of the way. Seeing his opportunity, Jakob stomps Armads’s leg before applying a figure four leglock. Screeching in pain, Armads is able to grasp the bottom rope, forcing Jakob to release the hold. Jakob goes to grab Armads, but it’s reversed in a flapjack into the top rope. After setting Jakob up in the perfect position, Armads climbs to the second ropes and hits a corner slingshot splash and goes for the pin.
Armads now picks up Jakob, but Jakob quickly grabs Armads and hits a Sun Burn. After a short rest, Jakob climbs up to the top rope. Once he’s perched up, Jakob goes for a Solar Flare, only to land on the knees of Armads. Both competitors slowly get to their feet, with Armads still favoring his right leg. Jakob knows this, and immediately dropkicks that leg. Armads tries to stand, but Jakob chop blocks the bad leg to put him back down. Jakob now applies a Boston Crab to further the damage. The hold doesn’t last long as Armads uses his good leg to throw Jakob off. Jakob runs back to try and keep the momentum in his favor, but Armads just gives a belly to belly suplex. Armads picks Jakob back up to give two more belly to belly suplexes and finishes with a release powerbomb.
Frustrated, Armads grabs Jakob to continue the fight, but Jakob punches him in the bad leg. Now up, Jakob hits his own flapjack on the top rope and follows it up with a boot to the gut. With Armads in position, Jakob hits a leapfrog body guillotine and follows it up with a Mindfuck. With the opponent down, Jakob taunts Armads with a Praise the Sun! and applies a spinning toe hold. Armads is screeching in agony, but is able to reach up and grab Jakob’s hair while punching him. This causes Jakob to release the hold, allowing Armads to hit a Samoan drop. Jakob gets to his feet quickly however, and seizes the opportunity to apply a Bitter Suite. The damage to his leg forces Armads down to one knee, keeping him stuck in this submission. After three minutes of being stuck in this choke, Armads looks to be passed out, forcing the referee to check. Tommy lifts up Armads arm, only for it to fall. He does so again, only for the same result to occur. The third time however, Armads is able to keep the arm up. In a burst of strength, Armads stands up and hits a spinebuster to get out of the hold. Jakob is back up quickly however, refusing to let victory slip past his fingers after being so close. Once Armads is up, Jakob runs, looking for a Deathspell Omega. Armads, in desperation, counters the knee with a bicycle kick with the bad leg. The look of pain is clear on Armads face, but he fights through it, picking Jakob up and grabbing his head in a vice. While Jakob struggles to get out of the hold, Armads hits the Skull Smash.
Here’s your winner, Armads!
Armads get to his feet, still favoring his right leg. Tommy raises Armads’s arm, signifying the winner of this bout.
Armads able to squeeze out a victory after having his leg damaged through the whole match.
An impressive debut for the maniac, but that was just the beginning. Let’s see how he’s like in a few months.
Armads sees Jakob slowly getting back up. Armads goes up to Jakob and the two look each other in the eyes. Then, Jakob extends a hand, which Armads quickly accepts and the two shake hands. Following this, Jakob quickly exits the ring, letting Armads have his moment of glory.
A grand show of sportsmanship by Jakob, giving the respect that he felt Armads deserved.
Bah, what’s respect going to matter, Jakob still lost.
Armads stands in the ring for a few more moments, a look of pure elation on his face as he drinks in the cheers. After that, he exits the ring, limping his way to the back.