XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Diamond Jack Sabbath vs. Chris Novak- DJS OPEN CHALLENGE!

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XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Diamond Jack Sabbath vs. Chris Novak- DJS OPEN CHALLENGE!

Postby DJS » Sun Apr 03, 2016 3:08 pm

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DJS Open Challenge!

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Diamond Jack Sabbath vs. Chris Novak

The DJS Open Challenge is back! Diamond Jack Sabbath, the malevolent Beating Heart of the XWA, has returned after his hellacious injury at the hands of Catastrophe. But tonight, challenging him is a man who he knows very well. Chris Novak, the Madman from Manchester, steps into the ring one on one with the Innovator of Anarchy in a match some might say has been years in the making.

Sabbath and Novak go head to head live in Mexico!


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Re: XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Diamond Jack Sabbath vs. Chris Novak- DJS OPEN CHALLENGE!

Postby DJS » Mon Apr 11, 2016 12:16 am

People forget how difficult wrestling really is sometimes.

Athletes put their bodies on the line, all in aid of a dream. They rise or they fall- there is never any in-between. Some of them do it because they're driven, others because they're honestly a bit mad and need a pass time. Some of them...both of those reasons. Two such people have occupied the hallways and rings of the XWA for nearly five years now. Born so close and yet raised so differently. Opposite roads, but the same destination.

A madman from Manchester has thrown down the glove. The Open Challenge begins now.


HANA RAMIEREZ:
The following contest is set for one fall, and is the DJS Open Challenge!

A surge of electricity sparks through the fans hearts and minds, a match they've anticipated with intrigue and wonder now officially coming into play.



The Heavy's "Short Change Hero" bursts to life from the PA system, as everyone looks to the top of the stairs in the middle section of the Mexico City Arena, to see the triumphant Chris Novak, as usual wearing his Manchester United shirt. Looking out into the Mexican fan-base, he paces down the steps, bumping hands with fans on his way down.


HANA RAMIEREZ:
Introducing first, from Manchester, England- weighing 150 Ibs...the Madman from Manchester- CHRIS! NNNNNOOOOOOVAAKKKKK!

Reaching the front row by this point, with a fire in his eyes he jumps the barricade, climbs up onto commentary desk, taking off his shirt and holding it proudly.

MATT STEEL:
What the...hey! HEY! Get the hell offa here! You're gonna knock over my Pepsi.

MARK SANCTION:
It's his thing. Leave him to it! I think it's cool!

MATT STEEL:
How come Chris Novak can jump on here and do what he likes while someone like Bella Quinn just never does? Did my luck run out at some point? Did I--ughh!! Agghh! What is it? It burns! Get it off me!

Drop! Hearing Steel's comments, the Manchester United shirt finds it's self being dumped on top of Matt Steel's head like a court case on top of the FA. But now having had his little moment of fun, Novak has rolled into the ring. Shaking out his arms, the Grand Marshal of the Insane Army has no further time for jokes. This battle has been widely touted as the biggest in Novak's career. His shot. And he's not going to let anyone steal it from him. He's ready like he never has been for anything else. With every moment, his heart is beating faster and faster. His pulse is racing.

And speaking of beating hearts...



White lights flicker in time with the drums of "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown, and images of Diamond Jack Sabbath performing various moves he's famous for display themselves on the Titantron, to some cheering from those who support him and impassioned booing from those who detest him. As the song kicks in, the Innovator of Anarchy himself makes his way through the curtain followed by his haplessly loyal wife, Amy Taylor. He paces up and down the stage, surveying his audience for tonight with his hands thrown out, majestically.


MATT STEEL:
Heeeeerree's Jack!

He gives a big grin as the cheering continues then begins to make his way down the ramp with a very self-assured and confident walk. But what makes this different tonight is his entrance gear. Not the spiked leather jacket of norm, nor any of his merchandise given to him by the marketing team to go and shill. He's told them to shove it up their arse tonight. No, instead he's wearing a football shirt. Not a pronounced fan of the sport, but tonight he's sending a little message, and once Novak notices it if his eyebrow could be raised any higher it'd be on the Moon surrounded by Selenites. Because tonight, Sabbath's sporting a lovely shirt. All nice and bright and...blue.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh come on.

MATT STEEL:
What? I'm sorry, what am I missing?

MARK SANCTION:
Well you see Manchester has two football clubs. Manchester United and Manchester City. Lets just say they're not exatly the best of friends. A clear message sent from Sabbath to Novak here. Same side of the pond. Different sides.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Making his way to the ring- being accompanied by Amy Taylor...from Salford, Manchester, weighing 240 Ibs, he is the Beating Heart of the XWA...DIIIIAAAAAMMMOOONNNDDDD JAAAAACCCCCKKKK SSSAAAAABBBBBAAAATTTHHH!!!!

By now, Sabbath has reached the bottom of the stage, consistently pointing to his shirt. Novak shakes his head. DJS slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He finds and jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle peering out into the live crowd for a good few seconds, breathing in that pre-match excitement in the air.

MATT STEEL:
Well I for one think Man United is a dumb name anyway. Sounds like a gay pride thing. Man City sounds...also like quite a gay place to live.

MARK SANCTION:
Don't be immature.

MATT STEEL:
Hey, listen, if the people from there can attract someone who looks even slightly like Amy Taylor then I'm all for it.

Looking out into the crowd, he points right into the middle of that ring waggling his finger, telling anyone who'll listen that it belongs to him, that it's his, that no one else could even think to rule it the way he does. Especially not Novak. While up there, he takes off his Manchester City home shirt and throws it down to Amy, but not before showing it to Novak one more time with a wink and a thumbs up. Hopping down off the turnbuckle, Jack turns around and bounces up and down a few times before remaining perfectly still as he peers across the ring. Right into Novak's eyes. The time for joking has ended. It's time to get serious, because he's staring into the eyes of a man who can only think about how much he wants to defeat him. Just one little second. Just one more thing...and he's done.

Shinedown quiets down as Novak and Sabbath stare daggers into each other's eyes. There's no need to even tell these guys the rules, because they know so well. They have flown the flag for the XWA ever since it came back. For XWA purists, this is as big as it gets.


DING DING!

And that's it. We begin, as the two bounce around the ring. All it'll take is for the other man to make some sort of move for this to get going, but they both need to be the first to get in there. After a few seconds of deliberate stalling, finally they burst to life and smash into the middle of the ring with a tie-up that surprisingly doesn't make a gigantic crator in the middle of the entire Earth with it's fury. Because that's how important it is. This can change the entire course of the match...and it appears the first person to get any sort of upper hand is the much larger and heavier DJS, who catches Novak by surprise with a wrist lock, tearing Novak's tie-up apart like paper and locking his arm behind his back. After a few moments of Novak struggling, Sabbath literally pushes him to the ground, front first with an allmighty bang.

Novak looks back up, and the Innovator of Anarchy is smiling, holding his arms out. Like he's the big old bully of the schoolyard, pushing the little guy into the mud. Every bully gets his, though. Some day. One day. The fans are not happy with this, though, voicing their opinion incredibly loudly. Novak stands right back up, beckoning Sabbath for another attempt. And the Innovator of Anarchy obliges, once again hitting him with another tie-up. Novak and Sabbath fight and fight, but once again, Jack pushes him right back down. And he is loving it! He's stood around one more time, lapping up the “asshole” chants.


MATT STEEL:
Clearly Mexico City has picked a side here, and it's NOT Sabbath.

MARK SANCTION:
Understandably so. This isn't even atheticism or wrestling, this is Sabbath going out of his way to mess with him. Because he's a dick, and that's how he is.

And having got back to his feet one more time, Novak stands there. He's initially hesitant...but one more time, he asks for that tie-up. Unbelieveable! Sabbath actually has to ask him if he's sure. He clocks the crowd, pointing to him like he's found a little dog that wants to play! In fact, he even crouches down for him.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh come on, this is humiliating.

MATT STEEL:
Sabbath playing the mind games here. He's having fun haha I love it Markle!

MARK SANCTION:
Don't you ever call me that again. And this isn't fun. This is patronising.

Jack gets back up off his knees and beckons Novak in. He goes to apply that tie-up and does Novak oblige? No he does not! As Jack reaches out, Novak literally slips down onto the floor, grabbing Sabbath's leg and flipping him over into a very tight rollup!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh Novak. NOVAK! OH MY GOD!

Sabbath flails and the fans jump out of their seats as the ref counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--
Closer than Sabbath would've liked!

Sabbath kicks out, but his eyes are wider. He's breathing heavily, he's snapping a look over to Amy, who shakes her head. She knew this would happen. Why wouldn't it? Novak now beckons Jack back up, to a massive amount of cheers. Sabbath looks up, and he's staring into the eyes of a man who came into this company after a year off and beat the absolute crap out of the biggest monster in Catastrophe...and he will treat him with respect.


MARK SANCTION:
Novak with a near fall! We're barely two minutes in and Novak takes Sabbath down with a near fall! Novak getting his own back!

MATT STEEL:
Jack looks damn shaken! He looks like he's seen the scariest ghost of all time. Didn't rely on this being a part of the show, did he?

MARK SANCTION:
Well that's the problem, Jack's treating this like a show like he always does. And he can't! That is Chris Novak, and he will not be treated like a joke. Get ready, folks. Any ideas you had about this one coming in are about to take a fucking nosedive.

Jack pulls himself back up to his feet. A little petrified if truth be told, as he reaches his balance one more time. He was just nearly pinned two minutes into a match, and not only did Amy see it...but everyone saw it. It's recorded too, so now people will see it for the rest of time. Everyone will come back to this moment and see how Sabbath nearly lost in two minutes after doing his best to royally take the piss out of his opponent. Never again. The war begins now. As Novak and Sabbath both sort of put their hands up, they connect like two little jigssaw pieces. It's a test of strength. Both men pushing to be the best. Eventually it is Sabbath and his fury that allows him to trip Novak up and pin both of his shoulders to the ground.

ONE!

TWO!


Novak gets an arm up. Sabbath pushes it right back down for yet another.

ONE!

TWO!


And Novak gets the other arm up this time. Using his legs, he uses a great amount of strength in pushing Jack up. So much so that Jack actually flies forwards, all of this still with the arms interlocked. Novakr rolls backwards, and now appears to be in the exact same spot Jack was in before with both shoulders on the ground.

ONE!

TWO!


Jack counters by kicking Novak backwards, right into the corner. As Jack gets back up, Novak is prepared and retreats from the corner. Jack, upon reaching his feet goes for a wild clothesline lariat, but Novak ducks under and hits him with a firey right hand, a hellacious kick in the gut and then finishes with a big old throat thrust knocking Jack right down to the ground.

MARK SANCTION:
Chris Novak in control of this match in the early going here.

He's not down for long. Being rather helpfully assisted by Novak, Jack is pulled up to his feet. Catching the Crown Jewel with a side headlock, he pulls him back into the ropes with him and pushes him right off into the opposite rope. Jack goes running, and once he bounces off, Novak's waiting. But this time, in mirror of earlier events, Novak narrowly misses a clothesline as Jack dodges his way out of it and runs to the opposite rope. Novak turns around and Sabbath's on his way back, taking him down with a quick shoulder block. Running to the other rope, noticing Novak is getting back up, which is fine because a shoulder tackle never really does and real damage, Sabbath hops back in with a forearm smash, knocking both himself and Novak to the ground.

Once Sabbath gets back up, he drags him into the corner, looking to rain some punches down on him. And so he does. Jack literally grabs the back of Novak's head with his right arm and using his left, he smashes his fist right into the face of the Madman from Manchester. And then he does it again. Heavy punch after heavy punch, stings the face of Novak enough to daze him. After anothe left hand, Sabbath thinks he has this in his command. He grabs Novak and without a seconds' though he whips him from one corner towards the other. What Novak proved to him at the start of this match, even last month, was that he has something called “heart”. Rest-holds can be broken. Moves can be reversed. Heart cannot be broken or reversed- as long as it exists, so will he, in this match. And that is something very, very dangerous for Jack.

Turning ever so slightly, as Novak props up into the opposite corner, Jack goes running along to go and smash him in the face with with a huge splash. Novak's smart, though. He's been doing this long enough to know when one of those is coming. Like Sabbath, he done this for so long, and he has it scouted. As Jack leaps, Novak puts both legs out and Sabbath comes crashing down into a corner dropkick, much to the delight of the fans currently bearing witness to this. When Jack falls back, he drops down on one knee, not facing Novak. While he has his back to him, Novak climbs to the top rope slowly, rung by rung, keeping his eye on Sabbath. As the Lord of Diamonds reaches his feet, Novak sees his opening and jumps down from the top rope. Jack's still got his back to Novak. He takes that leap of faith, his knee out in front and blast Jack right in the back of the head. Even the crowd winces, as Jack drops to his front. The world around him is spinning.


MARK SANCTION:
Holy mother of God!

MATT STEEL:
If Novak's strategy in this one turns out to be “aim for the head”, he may have just given himself the perfect opener to do so. Flying knee to the head is sure to rattle your cage. Even I felt that!

And now Novak, seeing his opportunity rolls Sabbath over. For a few seconds, he can see Amy Taylor's horrified face staring back at him. But that's not gonna be enough to stop him. This is his match. His night. He will win. But will he do it right now? Only one way to find out. He hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

T—
No!

It was close, it was enough to rattle Jack and leave him now trying to focus with all of these lights in his eyes but not enough to put him away this early. Novak backs away, noticing Jack is about to get back up. So he prepares. He hunches over. He readies himself. Jack is so rattled that he has that weird feeling where he thinks his nose is bleeding, it feels like it is, but it's not at all. No matter, he turns but Novak's been waiting. All he's been doing is waiting. Jack turns, right into the beginnings of a move he's felt before and never wants to feel again. He can't afford to right now. Novak kicks Jack in the gut and tries to put Jack's arm over his shoulder because that was nearly a fall right there, and now all he needs is one more thing. Just One More Thing. But one more thing isn't something we're gonna get just yet, unfortunately. Jack pushes him away, and with every fiber of his being right now, as Novak comes back Sabbath absolutely explodes with a huge bicycle kick that takes him down.

MARK SANCTION:
Good lord. No one home for One More Thing and Jack hits him with a bicycle kick to take down Chris Novak.

MATT STEEL:
That kick absolutely stank of “get off me I need to recover for a very long time”. Pure desperation right there.

Matt Steel speaks the truth. Lying back on the ropes for a few moments, the back of Jack's head is throbbing and he's hurting really bad. Novak, in the backround, holds his mouth. He crawls along until he can get to a rope that he can use to crawl up to his feet again. The two men are hurting, or at least beginning to, but there's more to come and they both realise this. Eventually Sabbath and Novak one more time decide to go for a tie-up. A proper one, this time. No bollocks. No silly oneupsmanship. And within seconds, they're both in there. Tyin' it up. Eventually it is Jack who gets the upper hand, the first legitimate upper hand he's managed to get so far. Applying a side-headlock, Sabbath pulls Novak over the top of him and rests him onto the floor. It's not a gentle rest by any means. He's got that headlock locked in there and Novak on the floor. Jack Tickles, referee extraordinaire, runs to the other side to check if Novak is still in this. Which he is, he's just more inconvenienced by this than anything else. Not generally known for technical prowess, Novak realises that it's gonna be the only thing that helps him get out of this right now. Raising his leg up, he catches Jack's head like a paid of pliers and moves them down, right away until he can untighten the hold. Sabbath, distracted by the risk of having himself decapitated by Chris Novak's legs, slowly releases the hold.

Novak keeps those head scissors locked in, though. Sabbath is sort of stuck, a bit here. But he's got the makings of a plan. A vague idea. It's how he gets there that he cannot fathom. Like a turtle rolling on his shell, Jack goes right and left, enough to be able to get his arm under Novak's leg. Once under there, he begins to put both legs up in the air, wiggling away. Now he's like a turtle again, but in the opposite, rocking back and forth. He could get to a rope but they're too far away so instead, with one massive backwards rock, he rolls backwards. He is now on his knees. In the time between rolling and reaching his knees. He'd managed to catch Novak's other leg. Now withNovak's legs essentially draped over his shoulders, he very gingerly lifts Novak up until he is essentially just sat there piggy-backing the on-his-knees Sabbath. The fans begin to murmur and cheer, as they slowly realise what's happening.


MARK SANCTION:
Oh my....

MATT STEEL:
Never one to try a straightforward tactic, is he?

It continues on, as Sabbath as slow as he can, lifts him up using only his strength. The fans present in the front row applaud. Even with how little they like Sabbath, how wary they are of him, this is atheticism at it's best and takes a hell of a lot to do. It's actually taking Jack more than you'd think. He'd still a little dazed from the knee to the head, as you would be. He is now stood with Novak on his shoulders. The Madman from Manchester has absolutely nowhere to go. Neither does Jack. Unfortunately, someone's gotta take that plunge. With the fury of a thousand men, he smashes to the ground, back first, taking Novak with him in an insane plummet to the mat. The impact can be heard all around the ring. They probably heard it in the back.

MARK SANCTION:
OH MY GOD! Diamond Jack Sabbath with an electric chair reversal there!

MATT STEEL:
That looks like it took some doing, definitely. But was it even enough?

Jack, seeing his opportunity, hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

T--
Not enough for Novak.

Clearly a little befuddled as to how Novak was able to kick out of that (neglecting, of course, that it just wasn't enough to beat someone like Chris Novak), he pulls Novak back to his feet. When Novak gets there, he is met with a massive European Uppercut. But he refuses to stay down. He refuses to let that be enough. In fact, mirroring Sabbath, again, he hits him right back with his own European Uppercut. And it repeats, as Sabbath retaliates with his own- much to the disgust of the fans, who boo this. When Novak hits him back, there's a cheer. A boo for the return. A cheer for the uppercut. They boo the next one from Sabbath. This carries on until Sabbath gets another one in before Novak can, and another one. Doubling back, he knocks the dazed Novak down with a clothesline. Novak, gets back up mere moments later and is met with another one. When he returns from that one, he is met with a kick to the side. Then to his other side. Catching Novak's forearm, he pulls him across the ring and fires him towards the ropes. Novak is savvy enough to know where this is going, because he knows Sabbath. He's been here this entire time, in the background, and he knows that this sequence Jack's initiating right now is what he used to do before prepping the Crown Kick. But he won't fall for that one.

So when he reaches the ropes, using that spring in his step that he uses to do the lionsault every time he comes out here, he jumps up on the ropes and as Sabbath's running towards him with his own menouveur, he flips back over him with the gracefulness of an acrobatic swan. When DJS turns around, Novak's there like a shadow and drills him with a massive dropkick. In fact, it's so massive and devistating that it knocks Sabbath right over the top rope and to the outside in front of the barricade.


MARK SANCTION:
Chris Novak on an absolute roll here tonight in Mexico City!

MATT STEEL:
This is so back and forth it's unreal.

But it's not over yet. Sabbath, using the aid of the barricade, pulls himself back up very very slowly. He's groggy and having serious issues trying to focus. He can't see anything straight. He can hear. That's pretty okay. For example, those fans to the right of him are cheering for something. He knows that. On the left, he can't really see it properly but he can hear the approach of something very quick. Hey, isn't the ring on his left? Isn't Novak in the ring? He's...and then he figures it out. He looks to Amy, who knows what he's thinking and she seems to be in agreement. Very loud agreement. Very loud and sweary agreement. And with that, he jumps forwards. But someone else was jumping forwards too. Right through the middle of the ropes.

--CRASH!!--

Novak, as a result of Sabbath's dodging, goes face first into the barricade. The fans are in state of shock. Both competitors are in a state of pain.

MARK SANCTION:
SUICIDE DIVE GOES WRONG AS NOVAK ALMOST CRASHES INTO OUR FANS HERE!

MATT STEEL:
They call it a suicide dive for a reason, Mark. Mostly, it's reasons quite like that.

MARK SANCTION:
They're both on the outside, in a heap, and this referee is counting down!

MATT STEEL:
He won't be counting for long, though. Sabbath looks like he's up.

Sabbath uses the barricade to limp along the wall, and looks down at the mangled mess that has become of Chris Novak. He grabs the leader of the Insane Army and pull him back up to his feet. Seeing his opportunity, he pushes him right back into the ring and follows along. Once they're both in there, Sabbath hooks the leg...

ONE!

TWO!

T—
Not enough!

Chris Novak refuses to let Sabbath beat him like this. Kicking out again, he finds himself being dragged to his feet by Diamond Jack Sabbath. And he wants to do something about it. He so, very much wants to. But he's hurting. So the most he can do right now is to not give up just yet. But that's difficult to do, understandably, when Diamond Jack Sabbath lifts you up for a Belly to Belly suplex and smashes you into the mat, throwing you halfway across the ring. The rope is near him, and Sabbath is taking a moment to catch his breath. Novak grabs the middle rope. His back hurts so much, but he has to keep going. Using that middle rope, he pulls himself up to his feet. Struggling and groggy, he's still there. But so is Sabbath again. And he grabs him from behind this time, but instead of a belly-to-belly, we go all efficient and European with a huge German suplex, knocking Novak back to the mat. But all he needs is the right opening. All he needs is the right moment. Just one more thing should do it.

So Chris Novak gets back up because Chris Novak does not give in.

Jack, disillusioned, grabs Novak again. Clearly the suplexes aren't enough here. His own moves aren't even good enough. So he uses someone elses. Flinging the body of Novak into the ropes, the Madman from Manchester with the refusal to go out without a fight, but once he comes back he meets with a move that he knows. A move he's met at least once before in his career. One that he did not get up from.


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MARK SANCTION:
Was...was that Wonder No More?

MATT STEEL:
A shout out to former star Dan Bennett there?

Dan Bennett's finisher, performed by a desperate DJS, leaves Novak in a heap. Last time, it was one of the contributing factors that cut him down permenantly. Ode to Rated X locked in afterwards, Novak tapped and then finally that was it.

But Chris Novak gets back up because Chris Novak does not give in.

Absolutely knackered, losing the ability to focus more and more with every move, but he manages to stand on his own two feet yet again. And Diamond Jack Sabbath, nor this crowd can believe it. There are cheers, applause, but he's stood there. In the flesh.


MARK SANCTION:
The punishment he's taking, and he's still standing right back up. Win or lose, this is a message to the roster that Chris Novak stays down for no man.

Skating behind the Madman from Manchester, he waits for waits for him to turn around. When he does, Sabbath sweeps the leg and grabs both of Novak's. Putting his own inbetween them and wrapping them around his own, holding them under his arm, Sabbath turns and locks it in. Novak writhes in pain, as Sabbath locks him into a terrifying sharpshooter.

MATT STEEL:
Sharpshooter! Lets see Chris Novak try and scurry out of this...

He has a ref on his ear asking him if he submits, he has a rattling pain all around his cranium from the failed suicide dive. He has Jack locking in a sharpshooter, a move he has not locked in for a very long time. He could submit right now. But that would be silly. He's not going to do that. There is a rope, but it might just be a few inches too far away from him than he'd like. But it sits there. Mocking him. “Hello, I'm the bottom rope, come and grab me to save your skin”, it says, probably. And the only way to call it's bluff? By grabbing it.

So Novak begins to crawl, ever so slowly. His entire body is hurting. And that does not matter in the slightest to him. He's going make the sharpshooter his bitch. Inch by inch, it feels like chipping away for a thousand years at a diamond wall, but every little helps when it comes to getting out of submissions. All Jack keeps doing is yelling, shouting, demanding Novak tap out. So Chris continues to crawl. And continues to literally use the tiny, miniscule creases in the mat created by the wear and tear of the night's former matches. He scratches, he claws. He makes so many attempts, that Sabbath starts to notice he is now several inches away from where he was. And so, he stands up and drags Novak right past the original spot. All he can see is those ropes suddenly growing further and further away. If they had arms, they'd be waving him off. And Novak is right back at square one. He's almost ready to give up, until he realises what he's been through in the past. He realises the struggles he's had over the last few years.

The sharpshooter is the worst thing in the world. It hurts, it keeps its grasp on you until you stop it. It squishes your being until you say “no, I give in. What is the point anymore?” and you stop believing. But it's only the worst thing in the world at this very moment. There have been worse things, and guess what? He's still here. He's always still here, because that's what he does, and these fans love him for that.

And that's why he has to get up off his arse right now and grab that rope.

He crawls forwards more and more. Sabbath leans back even further in a last ditch effort to put some more pain on. Novak is crawling with such a huge drive in him that Jack actually cannot stop it. Several minutes pass, a huge “NO-VAK” chant fills this arena as they watch him crawl and crawl, scratching to victory. Crawling out of his own private hell.

How long will he have to keep doing this? Why can't everything just stop hurting for one minute while he does this?

Putting his hand out, he realises it's within reach. But it's still not there just yet. The very tip of his finger is about three inches away from touching it, but that's not good enough. And he holds his arm out. And he makes one, final, risky jump. And Chris Novak grabs the rope. Because Chris Novak refuses to give in. Diamond Wall be broken.

And the entire place erupts.


MARK SANCTION:
He did it! He grabbed the rope! And now, Diamond Jack Sabbath has to break the hold.

MATT STEEL:
I thought he had him there, Sanction. I think for a moment we all did. I'm not normally a fan of Chris Novak, but he is taking some punishment in this one. Ever since he hit that barricade, he's been fighting off everything. I gotta give it to him, he does quite easy.

The referee tell Sabbath to break the hold, and in disbelief, the Innovator of Anarchy breaks that hold. His open challenge. Sabbath's ego trip, his proclamation of being the best of all time, telling people he believed to be less than him, has lead him to this match. And in this match, Chris Novak is- to his mind- completely taking him to school on how to be couragious and relentless. He is showing him what it is to be man. And once again, he watches in absolute disbelief. Novak, the guy who came in with the tag team all those years ago, who fought in the Faction War, who beat Blake Jones for the Hardcore title to save his career many moons ago, is still here and still standing. But he won't be soon. So far, with Novak getting up from every move, the one constant is that each time Sabbath has actually hit the move. There's only one move left for him to try. To end it. As Novak turns back around, Sabbath lifts the leg and everyone knows what's coming. He wants to put a full stop on this.

MARK SANCTION:
Crown Ki—oh, OHH!

Sabbath lifts but, Novak ducks under! And it's a moment that hits everyone with absolute shock. No one sees it coming. Not Novak, not the fans, and definitely not Sabbath. Kicked in the gut, head on his shoulder, Novak gets what he feels he needs. One. More. Thing!

Novak falls right to the floor.

Sabbath falls right to the floor.

But the fans leap right out of their seats in absolute fits of craziness.


MARK SANCTION:
One More Thing! Novak scores with One More Thing!

MATT STEEL:
Both men are down, Sanction! God knows where we go with this now.

Novak, having crawled enough in this match, makes his way over to the downed DJS now and puts one arm over him. Having taken punishment enough, Novak deems this the most suitable moment. It took a long time to finally get Jack into this position, and he's going to take it. It's going to be enough. He can feel it. One more thing was all he needed...

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--
AND SABBATH KICKS OUT.

...But it'll take one more thing than One More Thing to end this match. Novak rolls off the pinning position, and the two men lie there. A few moments to breathe. The Madman from Manchester gets an idea. He knows it'll take one more thing. And One More Thing was not that one more thing. He flips onto his front, and drags himself ever so forcefully to his feet. Sabbath is only slightly moving too. But that's good. That's okay, so long as Novak gets enough time to prep. He waits off into the corner, using the rope to almost charge himself. Anyone familiar with the XWA's history may recognise where this is going.

MATT STEEL:
Is he...?

MARK SANCTION:
I think he might be trying for it, Matt. But we haven't seen him do this since...uh, guys...I think we're about to see the move that defeated Blake Jones.

MATT STEEL:
A tribute to our old commentary team partner Rose, I think we're about to see Novak attempt the Kiss from a Rose!

And soon everyone in the arena is pretty aware of what's about to happen. They recognise this. They've seen all the old footage on the Xperience! As Sabbath reaches his feet, the Grand Marshal legs it forwards, but before he can even raise his knee...

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MARK SANCTION:
Nooooo!!

MATT STEEL:
Crown Kick! It's all over! It's all over for Chris Novak!

And the two drop to the floor. Novak's cranium throbs and aches and pains. Sabbath In a scene not too disimilar from what we saw earlier, Sabbath hooks the leg...

ONE!

TWO!


NOVAK KICKS OUT!

MARK SANCTION:
Yeeeeess!

Novak gets the shoulder up, and Sabbath dips his face into the mat. He looks to Amy, who looks back at him with a look of quiet disbelief. And it's not at the fact this is happening. It's Sabbath actually winning it that she's not quite sure on. Jack looks to Novak, shaking his head and placing his palm over it. Novak was in his own personal hell during that sharpshooter but this one is Sabbath's. The idea that he absolutely, positively, completely cannot win. No matter what he tries, Novak keeps coming back. Sabbath used to call himself the Man Who Comes Back. And that's the truth he's realised tonight. Because he has always seen himself as “unbreakable”. It's why he calls himself Diamond Jack Sabbath, that entire concept. But he knows in his own mind that's only a story. It's something he tells others. It is to sell himself as much as it is to frighten people around him. And when he looks at Novak, he sees something else. When he looks at Novak, he sees someone who cannot be broken.

He sees himself. As he thinks he really is.

Standing back up, he has to take a few moments to think. To plan. Limping along, he rolls out the ring and stands there. He needs to reconsider his approach. How do you stop the man who won't stop? That which does not die? Novak, in the ring, uses the ropes once again almost as rungs to climb up. He's making his way back up, but Sabbath is preoccupied. The ref counts Sabbath up from one to ten, right now he's at about three. That should be enough. Novak is climbing, still. Sabbath paces up and down, his dillemia still in his mind. But he's unaware completely of what is happening around him.


MARK SANCTION:
Diamond Jack Sabbath taking a few moments to breathe, out the ring again in this match.

MATT STEEL:
But what's Novak doing? He needs to be concerned about that. Both guys are groggy as hell, but as long as Novak is alive he's gonna keep going.

MARK SANCTION:
You make a great point on him not paying attention to Novak.

MATT STEEL:
I aways make great points. I'm a genius.

MARK SANCTION:
Well, no, look at Novak. Seriously. Physically look at him. You're missing it, Matt.

Novak has climbed up to his feet using the ropes. But he's still climbing. He's climbing up the ropes. Rung by rung, he's in the corner, standing on those turnbuckles and Jack is completely unaware. Slightly shakey but altogether determined to take him out, Novak stands right at the very top.

MARK SANCTION:
No...no don't do this, Chris.

MATT STEEL:
Do it!

MARK SANCTION:
No! He's on the outside, don't do this while you're in the state you are...

Jack is still not looking, but when he turns around. Novak is ready. He missed something before, he won't do it again. He defeated monsters in past battles. He fears nothing. He leaps through the air, flipping forwards so that he plummets down on his back, landing right on Sabbath on the outside! The Innovator of Anarchy smacks the back of his head off the ring-steps with an almight clang. Both guys lie in a heap, as the back of Sabbath's head bleeds out. A concerned Amy Taylor runs right over to him.

MARK SANCTION:
Dear lord! This is absolute carnage. This is sickening carnage on the outside of the ring!

MATT STEEL:
I swear, if I didn't know how much these guys love to take it to the limit, I'd say they're dead right about now.

But they're not. Novak crawls along. They're both making their best attempts to get back up, but to varying levels of success. But Sabbath has one thing that Novak doesn't. Sabbath has someone whos been there to help him all match, who's slightly doubted him ever since Novak escaped the sharpshooter. That person is Amy Taylor. Knowing how to pull Sabbath aftering doing it so many times, there's a countdown running against them, currently at SEVEN, as the referee continues to count both guys as they stick around outside the ring. Novak drapes himself over the ring apron, doing his best to get back into the ring. Sabbath's head bleeds profusely, dripping down over his hair and face as he looks down. Stitches will be needed later. Stitches can wait. There's a match to survive.

Amy pulls the Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling up, putting his arm around her shoulders and gently rolling him under the ring. Sabbath is actually no better off in the ring than he was out of it, still lying there in a state of constant bleed. Novak scales the apron and crawls back in himself. The countdown has stopped.

They lie there, probably as uncomfortable as any wrestler can be. There is a polite round of applause once both men reach the ring, too. These fans, appreciative of the risks these men are taking. Both to prove a point. Sabbath to prove that he's one of the greatest of all time, just like every one of these matches in the Open Challenge. Novak to prove that he's a threat that you need to take seriously. A threat to everyone.

As Sabbath pulls himself up, leaving the big red blood stain in the ring, he notices Chris Novak still on his way up. Novak turns around into a left hand. Novak fires back with a right hand. For the second time in this match, Novak and Sabbath exchange blows. But this one is not like the other. This is the fight of two people who cannot stop. An insatiable need to stay in this. A right from Novak, a left from Sabbath, a rig—a left from Sabbath, another left, as Novak stands dazed, Sabbath bleeds into the mat but his brain is still working. He can see the moment and he's going to take it. With all the power he has left, he blasts Novak- the man he underestimated and slightly bullied coming into this- with the Second Crown Kick of the evening. The Madman falls.


MARK SANCTION:
Another one! Another Crown Kick! A second one!

MATT STEEL:
I...I can't even call if this will actually help. I can't predict this.

Jack drops to his knees and tirely hooks the leg...and as he does, he utters one word. He mouths one small, tiny word- “Please.” He is literally begging Chris Novak to stay down. The referee counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--
No!

Jack places his head in his hands, completely in disbelief. If he had the energy left, he'd cry. No matter of whether thats manly or not, that's how he feels right now. Where is it? Where is the end? He asks himself all of these questions. Every time he pins someone and they kick out, he doubts himself a little bit more, and this man has kicked out SIX times. As he stands back up, Novak follows him. Again, unable to stop. But now, he's grabbing Jack's tights in a last ditch effort to pull himself up.

And all the while, he's staring daggers into the eyes of Sabbath. And Jack looks back down at him. Novak raises his hand...and beckons him, just like he did at the start of the match. And to follow, to add insult to injury –SMACK-- he clocks Jack with a right hand. Sabbath doubles back, and glares at Novak. And it only takes a fit of rage for Sabbath to double back even more, and crack Novak right in the ear with a thunderous- and THIRD- Crown Kick, his boot connecting right with Novak's ear. Chris falls to the ground one more time.


MARK SANCTION:
Good lord. A THIRD Crown Kick? This is...I'm speechless at the relentless nature of Novak throughout this.

Jack drops down with Novak, and hooks that leg. Amy Taylor crosses her fingers. The crowd goes absolutely bananas, as the referee drops to the floor.

ONE!

TWO!

...

THREE!


And the bell rings, signalling the end of this bout. Both men lie there, looking completely lifeless. The crowd in attendance, regardless of who won, rise from their seats and give a standing ovation to the Man Who Comes Back and the Man Who Won't Stop. Amy rushes into the ring, more happy that it's all over than anything else.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here is your winner...DIAAAMMOOONDDD JACCKKK SAAAAAABBBBBAAAAATHHHHHH!!

Using her as a ladder, he rises to his feet incredibly slowly and shakily. And once again in complete belief. But this time it's not because Novak kicked out. Rather, its that he didn't. As “Sound of Madness” sounds out, Sabbath stands there, bleeding profusely...all because of Chris Novak.

MATT STEEL:
Good lord. I...just, good lord.

MARK SANCTION:
Regardless of who won, let it be known that it took THREE Crown Kicks and SEVEN pin falls to put away Chris Novak. And even then, how long would it have been before Sabbath fell too? If this isn't a reason to take Novak seriously, I dunno what is.

Sabbath, still slightly sketchy that what he's seeing is real and not an elaborate hallucination and he's now actually been beat so hard he's in a coma, stands raking in the duelling “D-J-S” and “Thank You No-vak” chants. The Madman from Manchester has made his way to his feet yet again, using the ropes. Jack stands watch. As the two look over to each other...Jack extends the hand. Not for a tie-up. Not for test of strength. For a handshake. He underestimated Chris Novak and got taken to the limit, and for that he has his respect. And Novak accepts it! Raising Novak's arm, he shows him off to this crowd who are all well aware of what Novak did.

MARK SANCTION:
A show of respect from Diamond Jack Sabbath here. That was one hell of a match.

MATT STEEL:
Well he “took the piss”, to use one of his phrases, out of Novak at the start of this and Chris in return showed him that he's not easily defeated. I'm speechless. What a brilliant match that was right there.

And on the words of Matt Steel, the DJS Open Challenge lives on for another month. This may have been DJS' victory, but this was Chris Novak's match.
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Re: XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Diamond Jack Sabbath vs. Chris Novak- DJS OPEN CHALLENGE!

Postby DJS » Thu Apr 21, 2016 5:12 pm

So Novak has made me aware that he isn't showing- which is fine. He has his reasons. I would, however, like some feedback on this if possible, guys.
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