Hana Ramierez stands in the far corner of the ring, holding a microphone proudly up to her mouth ready to announce the next match up.
Hana Ramierez: "The following Hardcore Invitation No Holds Bard match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the vacant XWA Hardcore Championship. Introducing first, hailing from West-Linn, Oregon making his XWA debut, ladies and gentlemen... KRYPTOOOOPS."
"Y'ALL WANNA SINGLE SAY FUCK THAT..."
KoRn's "Y'all Wanna Single" plays throughout the arena for the first time in XWA and the fans look on waiting the arrival of XWA's newest superstar.
The lights in the arena dim. A blood red light illuminates the arena as KoRn continues to blare from the PA system. After a few, suspenseful moments, the curtain is swiped away and out steps the ever-so mysterious Kryptops.
The debuting superstar is seen wearing casual wrestling gear, black boots with matching black and red designed wrestling trucks, but what sticks out the most about him is his unique face painting. His chest and lower mandible are painted to resemble that of an growling demon's mouth. The rest of his face and shoulders are various shades of black and red paint. Kryptops however, brought some goods with him; a trashcan filled with various weapons.
Mark Sanction: "This Kryptops is no joke, Matt. I had the pleasure of watching him compete a few years ago outside of the XWA and he possess a lot of talent. Surely this kid has potential to climb his way to the very top of our business"
Matt Steel: "That may be so, but look at this freak... I mean c'mon! What's with face paint? The only people I know who faint their faces are clowns and little kids, Mark. The only problem I'm having is trying to figure out which category this guy falls under."
Slowly, Kryptops saunters towards the squared-circle. Upon reaching the ring, Kryptops drops the can and easily jumps up to the ring apron. He uses the top rope to springboard himself into the ring, tucking in midair and rolling across his back straight into a crawling position. Kryptops creepily crawls his way across the length of the ring, until reacing the far corner and squats down in it, his arms spread out across the middle rope as he stares up at the entrance ramp away the arrival of his adversaries.
Hana Ramierez: "Introducing next, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-two pounds, hailing from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia... please welcome El Conejo a Dos!!"
Remembering the man who put up a valiant fight against the Lethal Lackeen, Emery Layton, the fans pay their respects in the form of an applause. "Burning for you" by Blue Oyster Cult plays and the Luchador makes his way towards the ring, energetically high-fiving and greeting as many fans on his way to the ring- his cape floating on down behind him he does so.
Matt Steel: "Explain to me why he is here, Mark. The last time we saw him he got pinned: one, two, three. All of the sudden here he is fighting for out Hardcore Championship... doesn't make a damn bit of sense to me."
Mark Sanction: "Matt, it's all about wins and loses. Even though he didn't get the win, he still shows a lot of toughness and proves to a lot of people that he deserves to be here. Lets see how he fairs in a hardcore situation."
Matt Steel: "Lets be real here. He lost to a, well he lost a girl last time we saw him Mark, he has no right being here right now. If he couldn't beat her, how do you think he's going to survive a match with two other wrestlers, while being hit with weapons!?"
El Conejo does a superman slide into the ring and marches to the top rope. He listens to the fans sing his song and removes his cape before jumping down and making the corner across from his preceding opponent.
Hana Ramierez: "Ladies and gentlemen, from Las Vegas, Nevada.. weighing in a two-hundred and twenty-five pounds, Robert Hope!!"
Remember Robert from his earlier stint in XWA, the fans let out of collective wave of jeers. Robert staggers out from behind the black curtain, letting it run across him rather than simply move it out of his way. With an expression of distaste on his face, Hope saunters down the entrance way, muttering and snapping inaudible insults at the fans as he closes in on the ring.
Matt Steel: "I'm going to call it now. Robert Hope is out next Hardcore Champion. He's got the right attitude to win, especially in a match like this. If I was El Conejo I'd walk my ass back up that ramp and pack my bags, kid doesn't stand a chance. Kryptops... Kryptops can stay I wanna see what Hope does to your man here, Mark."
Robert rolls under the bottom rope lazily and pushes himself up to his feet.
With all three competitors now in the ring, the referee calls for the bell.
The three Hardcore Champion hopefuls begin to circle around the squared circle. As they draw closer and closer together the trio grows more and more wary of one another.
Hesitation gets the best of both El Conejo a Dos and his face-painted counterpart, Kryptops, as the Las Vegas native jumps into action first. Robert clubs the smallest of the trio with a wild forearm that Kryptops reeling a few steps. Sneakily, El Conejo looked to capitalize but is greeted with a boot to the midsection for his troubles. With the masked man hunkered over gripping his midsection, Robert places a hand on the back of his head and tosses him headfirst out of the ring between the middle and top rope. The crowd in the immediate vicinity pop in excitement as the Luchadore crashes to the outside and rolls violently into the base of the protective guard rail. Back in the ring, the two debutantes are engaging in a brawl of back-to-back right and left hands, but this is a battle that is proven to be futile for the lightest of the three athletes, as Robert Hopes gains the upper-hand after sending Kryptops into the corner with a thunderous European Uppercut.
Matt Steel: "I told you Hope would be the favorite here. While the clown and luchadork were too chicken-shit to do anything, Hope jumped on both of them and already has them both in a serious amount of trouble."
Mark Sanction: "It's certainly too early to be counting anybody out of this match up, but yes, Hope is looking really good in the early-going."
Kryptops staggers out of the corner just a few feet but is shoved right back against the three pads by his larger foe. Hope presses against Kryptops' chin with his left hand and stretches the West Linn native across the top turnbuckle before violently thrashing an open palm across Kryptops' bare chest, sending shock waves throughout the Megasport Arena.
Matt Steel: "Wow! Did you hear the sound of that, I'm going to bet the make-up on his chest isn't helping him any. He's going to be feeling that for a couple of days, I can guarantee that."
Kryptops hunkers over in the corner, grasping his reddened chest with both hands. Hope looks to follow-up with another maneuver, but Kryptops stops his adversary with a powerful elbow to the midriff, doubling Robert over. Seizing an opportunity to turn things around, Kryptops leaves no time for Hope to counter and explodes out of the corner. Kryptops jumps in the air while wrapping an arm around Hopes head. Before gravity catches up to the warrior, Kryptops twists and turns both himself Hope towards the ceiling. Together the duo come crashing to the canvas, Robert's neck snapping violently over Kryptops shoulder as they do. With great urgency Kryptops bolts to his feet and then begins to climb up to the top rope. Kryptops looks into the sea of fans, smiles while looking down on Robert, who is left licking his wounds and then holds his arms out in the air, garnering an applaud from the audience.
Mark Sanction: "Kryptops is starting to really turn the tide here. Hope had the early upper-hand, but Kryptops was able to turn it around with that beautiful neckbreaker. Lets see what he's setting Robert up for now."
Matt Steel: "I don't get it, he has Robert Hope in a little bit of trouble and instead of capitalizing, he's showing off to the crowd. I got news for him, they aren't going to win him this match."
Mark Sanction: "He's doing nothing wrong, Matt. He's entertaining the fans, that's what they paid money for."
Matt Steel: "No, they paid their money to see the best athletes in the world wrestling. They didn't pay to see some circus act like Kryptops stand on the top ropes with his hands in the air like an idiot."
Kryptops' expression is soon to change, however, as he hears a commotion to his left. El Conejo a Dos has made it back to a vertical base and is in hot pursuit. Kryptops squats down on the top turnbuckle, grabs the ropes next to him for support, but his efforts to stay grounded are to no avail. ECD jumps up on the ring apron, places his hand on Kryptops' rear end and launches him off of the top rope, sending him straight towards the crowd. Kryptops, like a bird trying to fly for the first time, waves his arms helplessly in the air on his descent before crashing head first into the security gate. The fans gasp at the sight of the painted face cracking off the steel; some fans with weaker stomachs even hide their eyes not wanting to see such anguish.
Mark Sanction: "Jesus H. Christ! His head nearly split in half like a egg! I hate to say it, but I think we can count this guy out already. That was one hell of a fall."
Matt Steel: "See! he was playing around instead of taking care of business and paid for it. That's what he gets for trying to show off!"
El Conejo doesn't skip a beat and is quick to take Kryptops' perch on the top rope, only instead, he has his back facing his downed adversary and is looking directly into the sea of cheering fans. Conejo stands tall, uses his arms to balance himself on the precarious perch, checks over his shoulder to make sure Hope is still grounded before tossing himself backward into the air, completing a backflip in the process. As he embarks on his aerial strike, Robert who has appeared to have been playing possum and rolls out of the ring, landing on his feet outside of the squared circle. El Conejo, on the other hand, lands much more violently. All two-hundred and fifteen pounds of the Australian Luchador comes crashing down on the canvas where Hope once was, his head bouncing like a basketball on the mat and he immediately begins to flop around the ring as shock waves of pain flow throughout his entire body.
Matt Steel: "Robert doesn't have to even work for this title. Kryptops and Conejo are handing it to him on a silver platter. They are playing games in there and you can't do that with a guy like Hope!"
Mark Sanction: "Oh what do you know? These guys are putting it all on the line in there. Plus, it's still early in the match and you know as well as I that there is still a lot to go. Anything can happen."
A sadistic smile creeps across the face of the Sick One as he looks at the two bodies laid out around him. As the two continue to writhe around in pain, Hope begins to concoct a plan to make sure he maintains the upper-hand in this Hardcore Invitational; he'd be damned if he lets these two guys stop him from procuring his first XWA Championship. Hope travels over to Kryptops, grabs a fistful of his short-brown hair then violently jerks the debutante to his feet and throws him underneath the bottom rope- into the ring.
The sadistic Robert Hope travels over to the bottom of the entrance ramp, grabs the trash can Kryptops brought with him and throws the can and its contents into the ring, spilling out some of the goods it held inside. Robert slides into the ring and immediately begins to rummage through the can like a rat inside of a dumpster, looking for anything that could help him out. Another menacing smile grows across the deranged one's face as he pulls out a coil of barbed wire.
Mark Sanction: "What is he up to. I'm sure he doesn't have good intentions with that barbed wire!"
Matt Steel: "I don't know what his plans are with that, but I can tell you one thing: I bet it doesn't involve climbing to the top rope and posing for pictures!"
Hope spins on his heels and turns towards El Conejo a Dos, who is sluggishly dragging himself towards the ropes in hopes that he could use them to aid himself up to his feet. Hope has other plans and begins to march menacingly over to his crippled foe. As ECD reaches for the bottom rope Hope straddles the Luchador like a cowboy and wraps the barbed wire tightly around his throat. Agonizing screams bleed out from ECD's gaping mouth as tiny holes are dug into his neck. The fans gasp in astonishment as they watch the mask man cry in agony. Conejo's instincts tell him to grab the bottom rope, but the ref is there only to tell him that he must quit if he wants Robert to release the sadistic submission hold.
Mark Sanction: "My God! What a sickening submission hold. El Conejo's is bleeding from the neck, I've never seen something like this in my life."
Matt Steel: "That's what I'm talking about. Now that's some good old fashioned hardcore wrestling. You have to be ruthless and do whatever it takes to beat your opponent, because it not they're going to do it to you first."
This entices Robert to pull back on the barbed wire even more, thus adding a new level of pain to ECD has he contorts his spine in a God-awful degree that no man should have to ever endure. "Quit you son of a bitch! Quit! I'll rip your fucking head off!" Robert yells frantically at his foe, spit flying from his mouth as he does-so, landing among the small pull of blood that has formed beneath the resilient Australian.
Amidst the chaos he's created, Robert has failed to keep an eye on the third participant and is caught off guard with a running knee aimed right at his temple. The blast is enough to send Robert straight through the ropes and down to the ringside area, where he crashes with a loud thud on impact.
Conejo's hands immediately go from the ropes to his bloodied neck as he sucks in a huge breath.
Kryptops bends down, not to attack his foe, but instead to procure the bloody coil of barbed wire. The West Linn Fighter holds the barbed wire over his head and earns a light pop from the audience who Kryptops has seemingly won over in the short amount of time he's been in action.
The Face-Painted Warrior holds on end of the barbed wire in his right hand and begins to wrap his own arm in the wire, his face grimacing at his self-inflicted pain. With the barbed wire secured around the length of his arm, Kryptops steps a few feet away from his foe and waves his arm up towards the ceiling impatiently waiting for ECD to climb to a vertical base.
With the help of the ring ropes, El Conejo a Dos finally pulls himself to a stand, though he is still very much unaware of Kryptops who is stalking him, predator-like from behind. The fans urge the fan favorite not to turn around, but alas, their plead falls on deaf ears and the masked man spins right into a vicious clothesline, the barbed wire piercing his already tendered throat even more.
Mark Sanction: "What innovation from Kryptops! That was a devastating clothesline. I got to tell you, I do no envy El Conejo a Dos here, he has really taken a beating in the early going; he'll have a lot to come back from."
Matt Steel: "Looks like Kryptops has learned a thing or two from Robert Hope. Doing whatever is necessary to gain the upper hand, but if I were Kryptops I'd focus more of my attention on Hope- wouldn't want to allow him time to recover."
Mark Sanction: "I'm not too sure Robert's going to be getting up from that anytime soon, he should just focus on trying to put away Conejo."
As El Conejo a Dos flops to the canvas Kryptops circles out of ECD's sight and begins setting up another attack. Slowly, El Conejo fights through the pain and begins working back up to his feet. Kryptops charges, his barbed wire arm extended out for another brutal clothesline, but the Australian will not be fooled a second time. Putting his ring craft on display, El Conejo ducks the assault and rolls underneath of Kryptops' arm and reaches between legs. With the momentum from the forward roll Conejo drags Kryptops down to the mat and rolling him up for a pin. The ref swiftly jumps into action and begins pounding away on the canvas.
Matt Steel: "Oh what an amazing game plan, Conejo... Get beat up for five minutes and then try to pin your opponent after offering no offense. Real smart, I'm sure that works all the time."
Mark Sanction: "Would you know it off? Don't be so naive, we've seen it done before. He saw an oprotuniry and he went for it. It's much better than taking another strike to the throat with that barbed wire."
Before the three count Kryptops kicks up and throws his adversary off of him, prolonging his stay in title contention. Both wrestlers scurry to their feet and lunge at each other, Kryptops fails to connect with another clothesline and allows Conejo to take his back. Before he has time to fight out of the body lock, Kryptops is lifted off of his feet and dropped back on his shoulders and neck with a thunderous German Suplex. Dos holds on to his opponent's waist and fights Kryptops back up to his feet where he throws him back for a second Suplex, this one even more devastating than the last. With his head ringing, Kryptops begins to fight El Conejo's hands trying his best to break the grip, but he is unsuccessful as ECD works back to his feet and reclines backwards for a third time, this time tossing his smaller foe over head and releasing his grip willingly. Kryptops goes flying through the air, completing a flip only to land face-first on the canvas with such force that all four corners of ring shake on impact.
Like a dog to a fresh bowl of its favorite food, El Conejo crawls over to his foe on all fours and quickly hooks his leg hoping to become the new Hardcore Champion.
Just in the nick of time, Kryptops throws his arm into the air and rotates on his shoulder blades breaking the pin fall. The crowd let out a collective sigh as they had thought ECD had just won the match. Disappointed but far from discouraged, Dos pushes himself to a vertical base and begins to plan his next attack.
Mark Sanction: "Oh, a near fall from Conejo. I thought it was done there, I haven't heard three louder German Suplexes like that in I don't know how long Beautifully done there from Conejo."
Having formulated a plan, ECD grabs the empty aluminum trash can and drags it across the ring to his writhing opponent. A crawling Kryptops is flipped onto his back with a rib-crunching soccer kick to the chest. ECD steps on Kryptops' open hand, pinning it to the mat and lifts the trash can over his head with both hands before slamming it viciously onto Kryptops' barbed wire arm, pressing the spikes deeper and deeper into his skin. Even the sick sound of metal hitting bone repeatedly isn't enough to drown out the sound of Kryptops' ear-piercing screams and El Conejo shows absolutely no mercy for his foe and continues to pound away at Kryptops' arm until the trash can is damn near bent in half.
Mark Sanction: "We're seeing the dark side of Conejo now! He is showing no mercy to his opponent."
Matt Steel: "Good for him. I didn't think he had it in him, but he still has to keep an eye out for Hope!"
After deciding enough damage has been done Conejo chucks the contorted trash can to the side and drops to his knees, hooking a leg, looking to become the new Hardcore Champion.
Not one to be discouraged by a kickout, ECD pushes himself up and begins to drag Kryptops to his feet by the scruff of his neck. The Australian grabs his foe's left hand then presses him back into the ropes and Irish Whips his face-painted opponent across the ring where he bounces off the opposing set of ropes.
When Kryptops draws close enough, the masked man swiftly throws his left boot high into the air catching Kryptops right in the jaw. The sound of El Conejo a Dos' boot cracking against his opponent's face reverberates deafeningly throughout the arena. The West-Linn native, who now resembles that of a shooting victim, falls backwards having just had his lights knockout- his arms and legs spread out in opposing directions like the points on a compass.
Mark Sanction: "That's it! That's it, Matt!! This one is over, Conejo just took Kryptops' head clear off of his shoulders with that JackRabbit! All he's gotta do is cover him and the Hardcore Title is his for the taking!"
Overjoyed having just landed his finishing move the JackRabbit, El Conejo a Dos lets out a victory roar before dropping to his knees and hooking one of Kryptops' leg as the referee swoops down to do his job.
The fans begin ecstatically cheering at what is sure to be an inevitable victory for ECD.
The crowd's roars grow even louder as the victory is that much closer for the fan favorite.
The crowd's mood makes a complete one-eighty as El Conejo has just been pulled out of the ring by the third man, Robert Hope. Knowing damn well what's going on, ECD spins on his heels as soon as they touch the outside and he swings a right hand at Robert. Anticipating the strike, Robert blocks with his left and instinctively counters with a boot between the legs. Without skipping a beat, Hope tucks ECD's masked head underneath his armpit and reclines, nailing ECD's head against the outside floor- connecting with a devastatingly, beautiful Spike DDT. Hope however, instead of having faith in his own offense, climbs into the ring and hooks Kryptops' leg, trying to take advantage of ECD's finishing move.
Mark Sanction: "No! What a damn shame! Robert Hope is about to steal the win from Conejo."
Matt Steel: "Would you get your head out of your ass, Mark? He's not stealing anything, this is Conejo's fault for being a damn idiot and wasting time with an early celebration. Should have pinned Kryptops as soon as he dropped him, end of story. He's got nobody else to blame but himself."
Kryptops to the surprise of the 14,000 fans in the arena kicks out.
Hope is in disbelief and like every asshole before him to not get an expected three count, he takes it up with the referee. "What are you, stupid!?" Hope shoves the referee into the corner and begins yelling in his face even more, repeatedly holding up three fingers into the zebra-clad officials face, who just repeating "he kicked out, what do you want me to do?" over and over.
Matt Steel: "That count did seem a little slow if you ask me, Mark."
Growing annoyed with the ref, Hope scoffs and walks away back towards Kryptops. He picks him up, signals with a cut-throat gesture that it's over and locks Kryptops' in a front headlock. Slowly, the Hardcore Champion HOPEful, begins to spin and inverts the maneuver into a neckbreaker position. Hope stalls for a second and holds his hand in the air as if victory has already been award to him- which is something he immediately regrets as his downfall.
The quick second of hesitation is all Kryptops would need to spin out the hold and escape from what could have surely been defeat. Hope, seething with anger, spins around to face Kryptops who leaps into the air, turns his back to Hope while grabbing a hold of his head with the same arm he has barbed wired. At this point, Kryptops allows gravity to run its course and the two crash down the canvas with a resounding thud. On impact Hope's head is spiked with unforgiving carelessness into the canvas and he's knocked out cold by the Leaping Cutting, a move Kryptops coins as KryKryKry, a finisher that has won him countless of matches in the past.
Wasting no time, Kryptops rolls Robert over, hooks the leg and waits for the official's count.
Mark Sanction: "Kryptops! We have a new Hardcore Champion ladies and gentlemen! If you didn't know his name before, you surely know it now. What a performance. Kryptops is the real deal and I'm sure we're going to be seeing a lot of him in the near future."
Matt Steel: "I'll give credit where credit is due, Mark. Kryptops did hell of a job capitalizing and the KryKryKry was lightning fast, nobody saw that coming, especially Robert Hope. With that said, put those two in a singles match and I'm not sure we have the same outcome."
Hana Ramierez: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW XWA Hardcore Champion, KRYPTOOOPS!"
Kryptops gets the pinfall! His music hits the PA system for the second time tonight, as only and winner's would. Two lifeless bodies sounds him as he stands tall with his hands held in the air. The crowd is going bananas as the man they are only seeing for the first time in the XWA is being handed the Hardcore Championship. Kryptops runs from corner to corner, climbing the second turnbuckle of each and holds his new prize overhead, earning an ovation each time he does. Holding the belt against his chest, Kryptops drops the canvas, rolls out of the ring and makes his way back to the locker room where the real celebration is going to take place.