XWA Fool's Gold: Michael Swift vs Drake Dysfunction - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

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XWA Fool's Gold: Michael Swift vs Drake Dysfunction - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby DJS » Sat Aug 05, 2017 10:08 pm

Grab your maracas, stick the baggy on and pop down to Madchester for...
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LIVE! From the Etihad Stadium, Manchester, England (55,000 Capacity),

Theme Song: "Fool's Gold" by Stone Roses

Supreme XWA Championship!

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Michael Swift vs. Drake Dysfunction

Two months ago, Michael Swift captured the Supreme XWA Championship after winning the Lord of the Ring tournament last year. Now he defends the title for the first time. His challenger? A returning Gatekeeper. Having lost out to Jerod Barnez back in January, the veteran has been granted a second chance at the championship live in Manchester.

Will he step up to the plate and capture the title that has alluded him? Or is Michael Swift just too good?


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Deadline for matches is 28th AUGUST 2017 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
Voting will start at this time and conclude on 4TH SEPTEMBER 2017 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
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Re: XWA Fool's Gold: Michael Swift vs Drake Dysfunction - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby Michael Swift » Thu Aug 17, 2017 3:06 pm

A large mixtures of sounds fills the Etihad Stadium, the over fifty thousand fans filling the stands, rowdy as can be. Various homemade signs dedicated to the likes of likes of A.J. Morales, Smith Jones, Laurel Anne Hardy, and Austin Carter are held aloft throughout the sea of people, doing their best to get notices. Those in the front row rest against the guardrail, all smiles and cheers as they wait for the second to last match of the night to begin. And above them all, plastered all over the walls, is the XWA Logo of Fool's Gold in all its glory.

Mark Sanction
What a night it has been Matt! Hard to believe it is almost over!


Matt Steel
Damn straight my walking-impaired broadcasting partner!


Mark Sanction
...


Matt Steel
While last month we got to see our Supreme Champion in action, this is his first time actually defending the belt! It should be amazing to see.


Mark Sanction
And don't forget Drake finally getting a chance to prove why he is such a XWA mainstay!


Matt Steel
Who remembers Drake?


The lights go dark, shrouding the building in almost absolute darkness. In response, flashes begin to shine out from the seating areas, phones taking pictures and starting to record. Full on cheers start to ring out, though no music has started, nor has anyone stepped out of the back. Still, they get rowdier and rowdier, knowing exactly who would be coming out next. They shout, they scream, they roar, as if that would get everything ready faster. It starts off wild, but quickly builds into chanting, demanding that the competitors exit the locker rooms and the match finally start.

LISTEN!

Hana Ramirez
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring first..


Mark Sanction
One, what the hell Matt? Two, clearly the fans all do!


Matt Steel
And when have they been right?


As that familiar, violent yell powers through the speakers, the fans pop even louder, the guitars of the XWA “Listen” Remix of Bulls on Parade spurring them on. White smoke billows out, shrouding the top of the ramp, a figure stepping out completely obscured, though those in the arena know exactly who it is. Blue and white strobes begin to flare as the figure looks down at the ground, bouncing a little as he waits, letting the music swell and build. Every second that passes whips the man's fans into a frenzy, those in the standing area jumping and reaching out, despite the fact they are far too far away to reach him.

COME WITH IT NOW!

Hana Ramirez
Weighting in at two hundred fifteenth pounds, from Drakeville, USA, he is The Demolitionist.


Mark Sanction
Like all the time? They were cheering along with you when Swift got the title!


Matt Steel
They got lucky!


Mark Sanction
The doesn't even make sense!


At almost the exact moment Zack's shouts out, the man's arms shoot up into the air, pinkie and index finger extended, the others curled. A perfect silhouette against the smoke, the figure looks up, otherwise unmoving as he stares at the ring, a smile on his face. Dark red flames cut their way through the clouds behind him, pillars of fire trying to reach the rafters, to burn there way to freedom. Yet, all they can do is linger for a few moments before sputtering out.

Hana Ramirez
DRAKE DYSFUNCTION!


Mark Sanction
Anyhow, this is a big opportunity for Drake! Going one on one with Swift for the title!


Matt Steel
In other news the sky is blue!


The Drake-a-holics are practically rabid, freaking out as their hero begins to waltz down the ramp. Finally entering the range of their out stretched hands, Dysfunction holds out his own, giving each and everyone a nice slap of the palm. At the end of the ramp he pauses, giving his battleground a once over before shooting forward, throwing his body under the ropes, sliding into the ring. Within a fraction of a second he is on his feet, darting over to the nearest corner as sparks fly out of the top of the ring posts. Scurrying up the turnbuckles, Drake throws his arms up once more, in the same pose, prompting one more mighty pop!

Mark Sanction
Perhaps you actually have a point. It is kinda obvious to say that this is a big chance. However, this is also a chance to show that despite everything, he still has the heart to win it all in the XWA!


Matt Steel
He is gonna need more than heart to beat Swift Mark. I mean, you have seen him, LX-Tim, The Jester, people Drake has faced and come up short against in the past!


Though the music begins the fade, the building is far from silent, the structure filled with the cheers, the thunderous clapping welcoming the Chicago wrestler across the pond. The Demolitionist gazes out upon all them them, the lights brightening to reveal his smile growing, basking in the approval. It seems never ending, the chants and cheers going on and on for a fan favorite that never quite reached the gold. This was going to be his night, the night he would finally overcome and gain that big singles title win he had been seeking. He knew it, they knew it, The Gatekeeper would finally become the champion.

Mark Sanction
There is still time for him to turn it around though!


Matt Steel
Fanboy.


Hoping of the turnbuckles, Drake begins to pace, crossing the center of the ring, his attention off of the adoring public, instead watching the ramp. The lights begin to dim, finally prompting those in the crowd to quiet down a bit, though only for those waiting their champion to joining the challenger is surveying. Just when it seems like no one will come out, a few light bits of synth make their way through the speakers.

Neon streets lead home
Give me what I need put the meat on my bones
I’ll race you home
You’re always ahead so I follow where your voice is
Whatever your voice is
I just put my faith in you
Feel so true so
Whatever your choice is
Can you feel the
Can you feel the


Hana Ramirez
And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada...


Matt Steel
AND HERE COMES THE CHAMP!


Mark Sanction
I'm the fanboy?


Matt Steel
SHUT UP YOU WILL RUIN THE MOMENT!


Unfamiliar female vocals begin to pulse through the sound system, strobe lights beginning to flash as a figure steps out from behind the curtain, their shoulder draped in the XWA Supreme Championship, the near arm cradling it. The competitors' eyes lock, staring into the others as the “Feel The Fire” by Pluto x ye continues to play, the song almost being overpowered by the fans roaring out. While many think he will lose, that it is Dysfunction's night, they know that the champion will be giving his all, giving everything to try to retain what he earned only two months ago.

Can you feel the fire
In these eyes
Keep me in your sight
Fear the Fire
Taking flight
Running through the night
Keep me safe
I’m here till
Day’s end
Keeping
Fire
Let’s Ignite


Hana Ramirez
...weighting in at two hundred forty pounds, he is your XWA Supreme Champion...


Mark Sanction
Look, I get you like Swift, but to undersell Drake is criminal!


Matt Steel
Oh boohoo, I am just being a realist.


With his eyes still locked on his opponent, the figure starts to head down the ramp, each calculated step done at what would be a relaxing pace for anyone else. Yes, somehow, even with his muscles being loose, the thin line that is his lips unwavering, his brow furled, his eyes staring daggers into his opponent. Fans reach out, a few with longer arms managing to touch him, but the figure pays them no heed, just walking, strolling on down the ramp.

U-under My
Neon Skies
Take my bleeding soul
Wrap it in your hands so it doesn’t get cold
I’ve been alone
But you always lead so I follow where your voice is
Whatever your voice is
I just put my faith in you
Felt so true so
Whatever your choice is
Can you feel the
Can you feel the


Hana Ramirez
MICHAEL SWIFT!


Mark Sanction
That title has only been around for three years. And Drake couldn't take a shot for at least a third of that.


Matt Steel
NO ONE CARES MARK!


Even with his pace, Swift eventually makes it to the end of the ramp, standing tall just before the ring. There is this pause, not unlike that of Drake's few minutes prior, where the Las Vegas wrestler breaks eye contact with his opponent to survey their war zone. It is only a brief moment, just a little up and down before he turns to the steps, just absorbing the world he is about to enter. He marches right on over to the steel steps, taking them up to the apron. Another pause, a deep breath, eyes darting out to the crowd before going under the top rope. There is no explosion, no additional effects, just the lights returning to life as he walks to the center of the ring, his opponent waiting for him. Though the height different is a mere inch, the champion is just so much larger, clearly packing far more muscle mass. This becomes far more noticeable as the pair come face to face, almost pressed against one another.

Mark Sanction
You are impossible!


Matt Steel
Impossibly right!


Mark Sanction
That doesn't even make sense!


As the music dies out, Swift's hand grasps his title, hoisting it off of his shoulder and into the air, the golden belt at the tip of his reach, on display for everyone in the arena. Despite this however, Drake refuses to waver, glancing slightly up so he can match the champion gaze. If he were to back down here, then getting this shot would be meaningless. No, this means nothing if he cowers, if he breaks. The weight of the world may rest on his shoulders, but he has the strength to hold it. He won't run, not now, not ever.

Matt Steel
What doesn't make sense is you underselling Swift! Look at him!


Mark Sanction
It isn't like Drake is backing down! And size isn't everything!


Matt Steel
Yeah, but it is the only option Drake has!


Mark Sanction
Drake is an accomplished mat wrestler! And has an aerial game Swift doesn't have!


Matt Steel
PSSSHHHHH!


While Swift seems more than content to just leave the title just hanging there, Sampson needs to get the show on the road. With a roll of his eyes, the referee taps the champion on the shoulder, trying to get their attention. They don't turn their head, but the arm lowers all the same, passing the belt onto the stout man. With the title in his hands, Kirk heads on over to place the top championship in the XWA outside of the ring, the pair staying almost perfectly still as they wait.

Mark Sanction
Did...did you just "psh" me?


Matt Steel
Are you still talking?


Being the referee that he is, Sampson doesn't even bother come back over, instead just shouting that the two need to head to their corners. Instead over, Drake takes a step back, lifting up a closed fist to about chest level. The sudden role reversal has Swift's eyes widening, though they quickly soften, a smile growing as he brings up one of his own, tapping their knuckles against one another. Both men give quick nods to each other, turning around and heading to their respective corners, the champion dropping his fist onto the top turnbuckle, the pad violently vibrating.

DING DING DING

As the ringing of the bell signals the start of the match, both wrestler take their first steps towards the center of the canvas. Compacting his upper body, Swift leans forward a bit, head staying behind his arms. Drake's form is a bit looser, arms more out stretched, his body more upright in general as the pair begin to circle. It is the The Demolitionist who makes the first move, his leading arm reaching out, fingers spreading as they try to grab the champion's. However, before they can close, there is a thwap , as the Las Vegas wrestler's arm shoots forward, crashing just under Dysfunction's cheek.

Mark Sanction
They are starting to circle, each trying to figure out their first mov-Drake looking for the lock-SWIFT WITH A JAB!


Matt Steel
See, first blow is already Swift. Game over man, game over!


Skull whipping back, Drake tries to stabilize, but finds the champion's cocked leg lifting up, putting the ball of their foot on his chest. Before the challenger can dig in deep, the legs extends, sending him flying back, crashing into the turnbuckles.

Mark Sanction
Then that push kick!


Matt Steel
What is Drake going to be able to do against Swift's pressure?


Eyes going wide, Drake tries to pull himself from the corner, only to find the champion smashing their elbow against the side of his skull with an earth shattering SMACK. His head twists to the side, trying to absorb some of the blow, but judging by the jelly legs, it isn't helping much. The shouts from the crowd are a mixtures of boos from the massive amount of Drake-a-holics, and thunderous cheers from those who just want to see violence!

Mark Sanction
Elbow! Swift with that elbow!


Matt Steel
Looks like Drake isn't gonna be able to pull off that "aerial" game you are so proud of!


Heading curling up, Drake covers the vulnerable appendage with his arms, mind racing with ways to pull himself out of his predicament. He isn't getting any breathing room however, as Swift rear leg shoots forward, curving so the tip of his knee can slam into the ribs of the challenger, forcing air out of their lungs and spittle out of their mouth, keeling them over from the sheer force.

Mark Sanction
You migh-Knee strike!


Matt Steel
Swift is just completely overwhelmin-


But before he can crash to the mat, life surges throughout Drake, brow furling as he pushes off the turnbuckles, driving his shoulders right into the champion's gut! Taking the wind right out of Swift's sails, the pair crash down to the canvas! There is a huge pop from those in the stands, roaring to see Drake take it to the champion! On sheer instinct, Swift's arms go up, legs trying to wrap themselves around the challenger, but Dysfunction is already moving, trying to slip forward, to continue his momentum enough, to gain control of the most important match of his career.

Mark Sanction
Takedown by Drake!


Matt Steel
WHAT!


Still, the champions fights, tightening his grip as he reaches up, arm wrapping behind The Demolitionist's neck, hugging them in tight. Like a constrictor he starts to work, trying to use his free arm to reach around, to grab onto something so he could seal Drake's fate. Yet, Dysfunction's eyes burn with a fire, and he roars out, one arm slamming right into Swift's solar plexus, the other driving elbow first into the near thigh. With his shoulders getting thrown back down to the mat, there is little the Las Vegas wrestler can do to stop the Chicago native from taking a seat upon his chest.

Mark Sanction
Drake digging deep like he has done his entire career!


Matt Steel
A temporary setback, Swift will get out of this... Swiftly.


Scooping up the champion's skull with one arm, Drake lets his free hand fly, knuckles impacting with Swift's skull! It is not a deep strike, but enough to cause the La Vegas wrestler's head to jerk back.

Mark Sanction
I actually hate you.


Matt Steel
Oh c'mon, that was good!


His hands raise, but not fast enough, Drake's fist pulling back slightly before coming back in again! Once more the blow lacks power, but the speed is there, the almost wild flailing doing some damage as Kirk starts to count.

ONE

Mark Sanction
Drake trying to rearrange Swift's face with those punches!


This doesn't seem to stop Dysfunction however, who brings that arm back a third time, fire in his eyes as he slams into right into Swift's face again!

TWO

Matt Steel
It is one hell of a flurry but Swift will preserve!


And again!

THREE

Mark Sanction
Just look at him go!


And again!

FOUR

Matt Steel
Who can sto-


But just as the count escapes Sampson's lips, Swift surges to life, the small scrapes and swelling bumps that have sprung up on his face being no deterrent. Arms wrapping behind the neck of of Drake, the champion yanks down,driving his forehead right into the bridge of the challenger's nose with a crunch! Falling back, hands covering his face, Drake begins to assess his damages, little bits of red liquid slipping through the cracks between his fingers.

Matt Steel
OH DAMN!


Mark Sanction
Oh wow...


Matt Steel
WHAT A HEADBUTT!


Kirk winces as he rushes on over to Drake, his hand lightly tapping them on the shoulder while asking if they are okay. The Chicago wrestler however, doesn't seem to hear, watching as the champion scrambles up to their feet. Both wrestler's chest rise and fall as they breath, trying to stay in control of their own bodies. Not even glancing over, Dysfunction gives a nod, standing back up, letting his hands drop to the side so the streams of blood that run from his nostrils can be seen by everyone. A few in attendance gasp, but most are roaring out, ready to see more.

Mark Sanction
You are right there Matt, but look at Drake! He is still willing to fight!


Matt Steel
You mean he has a deathwish. For all those punches, it was Swift drawing first blood!


Both wrestlers start to circle once again, Drake looking for that opening, that chance to get one back at the champion, while Swift looks to deny him any opportunity to try. Something catches The Demolitionist's eye, and he shoots forward, arms outstretched, grasping as the Las Vegas wrestler. All he finds is air, Swift pushing in, dropping his upper body so he can slip around Drake, his own arms wrapped around their waist. With a roar the larger wrestler falls back, hoisting the challenger into the air, shaking the ring as they get driven back down to the canvas.

Mark Sanction
German suplex!


Matt Steel
ONETWOTHREETHISISOVER!


Yet, Swift doesn't release his grasp, bridging his body to attempt a pin!

ON-

With one fluid motion, Drake drives an elbow into the champion's wrist, rolling through to his feet.

Mark Sanction
Not yet Matt!


Matt Steel
Boo Kirk! Slow count!


Feeling the goosebumps on his skin, Swift rolls over, eyes wide as it dawns on him that he is far too late. All he can do is try to brace himself as Drake's shin makes impact with the side of his head. His skulls whips to the side, almost crashing into his own shoulder, flopping down upon the mat while the challenger takes off towards the ropes.

Mark Sanction
You have praised Kirk multiple tim-Look at that kick from Drake!


Matt Steel
And you root for this guy? That was vile!


Swift's chest rises and falls, stirring him a little, though far from enough. No, it won't save him, Drake is already on his way, throwing himself off of the ropes for some extra momentum. Just as he is about to crash into his prone opponent, Dysfunction leaps into the air, tucking his legs in before gravity pulls him back down. Like a meter crashing from the sky, the knees of the challenger drive themselves into the champion's ribs, trying to crush them against the mat below. The blow returns some life to the Las Vegas wrestler, enough flail and clutch at his side.

Mark Sanction
What are you ev-Double knee drop!


Matt Steel
Just look at this punk go!


Mark Sanction
You usually cheer this stuff!


Matt Steel
How dare you imply I would stoop to cheering this...this!


Being spurred on by the blow inflicted upon him, Swift reaches out an arm, grabbing the bottom rung to begin peeling himself off the mat. While it isn't slow, the pace is controlled, eyes forward as he just focuses on getting himself up. Once on those feet however, he turns, looking to track down his opponent... only for Drake to slam into his stomach like a missile, shoulder trying to go right through the solar plexus. However, Dysfunction will have to settle for both men returning to the mat, champion underneath him, once more sprawled out.

Mark Sanction
Demolitionist's Edge!


Matt Steel
Fight Swift fight!


ONE

TW-

But it still isn't enough, Swift throwing an arm into the sky, breaking the pin!

Mark Sanction
Kick out by Swift!


Matt Steel
Keep it up champ!


That is more than fine for Drake though, taking a page from Swift's own playbook and using their momentum to roll them all the way over, easily taking the back. Like a worm the champion squirms under the challenger, doing everything in his power to buck them from his back. Alas, this doesn't stop The Demolitionist from wrapping one arm around the Las Vegas wrestler's throat, the other finding a home pressed right on the back of his neck, locking together to begin cutting off blood flow to the brain.

Mark Sanction
Right into that rear naked choke! Swift isn't out of hot water yet!


Matt Steel
That hold is incredibly dangerous! Should be outlawed!


Thinking fast, Swift arm shoots up, grabs the wrist of the arm around his throat, yanking it down with authority. Eyes going wide, Drake tries to reestablish the hold, but before he can lift his hand band, the Las Vegas wrestler twists underneath him, bringing the two face to face. Kirk drops down to start the count, but doesn't even get to really start before Swift twists again, slipping a bit out from under the Chicago wrestler as he turns back to his stomach, arm arcing around and wrapping itself around their skull!

Mark Sanction
Swift managing to roll it into a side headlock!


Matt Steel
Just look at that talent! Lets go champ!


Pulling his legs out from under his opponent, Swift begins to rise to his feet, arm still compressing that skull of Drakes. However, it isn't just the champion who is getting up, but the trapped challenger as well. His arms are grasping, trying to pry the limb trying his skull, eyes clutched shut as the constant pressure makes it harder and harder for him to think. Suddenly, both arms wrap themselves around Swift's waist, Drakes lifting up and throwing himself back, taking the champion with him! Far from agile enough to flip his way out of this, Swift does his best to brace himself before getting driven into the mat on the base of his neck!

Mark Sanction
Why are you so bla-Drake counters into a back suplex!


Matt Steel
Okay, that was actually kind of impressive, but that has been the only thing!


Curled over, heels adjacent to his skull, Swift is almost unmoving, still breath, arms twitching a little. This position makes it easy for Drake to roll over him, back to their feet, heaving the champion into the air a second time! Once more those shoulders crash down upon the canvas, causing it to shutter as the shock absorption tries to stay strong. The crowd is on their feet at the offense of Dysfunction, those Drake-a-holics in full force, willing the challenger on in his assault.

Mark Sanction
Then into a German suplex! Drake is just going to town!


Matt Steel
He is actually managing to manhandle Swift!


Again, Drake rolls over his foe, still having his arms locked around their waist. His opponent may be heavier than himself, but sheer adrenaline is powering him through, hoisting them up a third time! This time however, he doesn't manage to get them over, as they throw their body weight forward, leaving the challenger stumbling for just a moment, the champion completely perpendicular to the Chicago wrestler. That is all Swift needs though, and he curls his body down, arms wrapping around on of Dysfunction's legs, his own pressing down upon their body, bring them down to the mat!

Mark Sanction
Another Germ-no way! Kneebar!


Matt Steel
BUT THIS IS WHY SWIFT IS CHAMP! Look at him not only weather the storm, but turn it into a chance at victory!


For a moment Drake flails, arms flying wild as he feels Swift trying to snap his knee like a twig. But the panic only lasts a moment before instinct takes over, thousands upon thousands of hours practicing causing his body to just how it needs. He rolls to his back, knee bending against the champion the entire time, trying to buy some time before it can snap. The champion feels this and tries to expedite the hold, to outpower Drake, but they are already sitting up, grabbing onto his near knee. With a yank, Dysfunction get some space to twist his body, pulling his limb free!

Mark Sanction
Drake finding his way out, slipping out of Swift's hold.


Matt Steel
I guess he is a better mat technician than I gave him credit for, won't be able to do anything with it though!


Swift tries to scramble up, but Drakes still has a clamp on his knee, their other hand starting to grab his ankle. He may realize what his happening, but it to too late to stop his opponent, their legs now wrapping around his, arms positioning to twist his ankle like a cap on a kid's soda. Eyes wrench themselves shut as pain surges through the champion, every atom in his body screaming at him to fix it. He knows how fragile that joint truly is, just how quickly it end his career if he didn't stop it. But if he tapped here, it would be giving up everything he worked for.

Mark Sanction
Heel hook! Drake gets a heel hook!


Matt Steel
...damn it...


Pushing his lower body up, Swift twists, putting on hand on his opponent's ankle to hold them in place as he rotates his hips around, relieving some of that pressure. Now it is Drake's turn to panic, knowing that his opponent is mere moments from getting out. Instead of giving the champion time to get priority, The Demolitionist lets go, starting to scramble. Not quick enough however, the Las Vegas wrestler throwing themselves on him, grabbing his arm as they press down on him!

Mark Sanction
Yet Swift manages to get free!


Matt Steel
Cause he is an expert, and look, he is already going to town on Drake!


Slipping to the side, Swift's legs come to rest across the chest of his opponent, trapping their arm, once again trying to hyper extend a limb! The upper body pulls back, the middle shoving up right against the elbow, bring it closer and closer to just snapping right off. The pain that the Las Vegas wrestler felt now flows through Drake, every muscle straining to stave off defeat. Lifting his lower body, the challenger starts to roll back, bringing the champion with him. This gets him to his knees, while Swift is left facing the mat, still straddling that arm, refusing to let it go!

Mark Sanction
Cross armbar! Cross armbar!


Matt Steel
SNAP IT SWIFT!


Fine by Drake, if Swift wasn't gonna let go, he would make him regret it. It is slower than he would like, no doubt due to the man clinging to his arm who weights thirty pounds more than me, but The Demolitionist begins to rise, pulling the champion up with him! Inch by inch, he gets closer to fully standing, the Drake-a-holics starting to rally, to cheer him on! He gets up, but doesn't stop there, hoisting Swift up, holding him a few inches above the mat. There is a pause, a beat where both men seem frozen in time, before Drake drops to his knees, slamming the Las Vegas wrestler neck first into the mat!

Mark Sanction
Just look at that counter! Just slamming Swift down!


Matt Steel
Where is he finding this strength?


Still the champion clings to the limb, trying to out power Drake, but the challenger is digging deep. Though his body seem heavy, chest swelling with every breath, teeth grinding against one another, his eyes are burning with an endless fire. Once more he drags himself to his feel, and begins to rise again! However, Swift's legs slide themselves off of Dysfunction while one arm shoots up, hooking around The Demolitionist's neck, rolling him onto his shoulders in one fluid motion!

Mark Sanction
Small package!


ONE

TWO

THR-

No! Drake kicks out!

Mark Sanction
So close!


Matt Steel
Another slow count! BOO KIRK BOO!


The momentum put the challenger on his stomach, giving the champion time to slide over his back, wrapping arms around his waist, and pulling up. It is far from easy, muscles bulging as they dead-lift over two hundred pounds off the mat, but lacking the weight disadvantage is nicely assisting him, able to get right to his feet. Drake's limbs flail and flail, trying to free himself, but nothing he does stops Swift from falling back, just slamming the Chicago wrestler right on his back, the whole ringing shaking from the impact!

Mark Sanction
Gut wrench suplex from Swift!


Matt Steel
Good capitalizing though! Not letting that BIAS refereeing get to the champ!


Once more moments plays its part, Drake rolling to a seated position, eyes wrenched shut as he roars out in par, his lower face covered in drying crimson. Swift on the other hand, powers to his feet, chest starting to heave, breaths becoming uneven as he grabs the back of the challenger's skull, pulling them up. On his feet, Drake begins to stumble, swaying from side to side as the champion circles, planning something. However, just as he reaches out, ready to begin the offense anew, the Chicago wrestler darts back, just out of reach, turning to the side. From there he throws a leg forward, blasting the champion right in the nose with a crunch!

Mark Sanction
You have defended Kirk time and tim-Dysfunction Kick!


Matt Steel
Did you hear that? He may have hurt Swift!


Swift clutches at his face as he spins around, crossed arms resting on the top rope. Little driblets of red liquid leak from between his fingers, staining his hands red. Drake knows what his happening, a little grin growing on his face, his hand coming up to gingerly touch the side of his own nose, the appendage swelling, though the bleeding as long since stopped. It is hard not to be smug, getting a bit of payback. No time to gloat though, every second counts.

Mark Sanction
Swift is now bleeding bad, Drake finally getting that pay back!


Matt Steel
Just completely barbaric!


Shooting forward, Drake wraps his arms around the champion's waist, lifting up with all his might. What he hasn't seen however, is Swift's legs hooking themselves around the lowest rope, denying the challenger the ability to actually get him up into the air. Taking the chance provided by The Demolitionist's struggle, the Las Vegas wrestler throws an elbow back, just managing to clip the nose. That is all that is needed, the flow beginning again, those crimson streams trickling down past the challenger's lips. And with the return of blood, comes the return of pain, Drake whips his head back, clutching at the point of impact, eyes watering.

Mark Sanction
Drake trying to suplex Swift, but he holds the ropes!


Matt Steel
Good job cham-OH DAMN!


Mark Sanction
Back elbow!


Matt Steel
YOU GET YOUR REVENGE!


Ripping himself free of the entwined fibers, Swift throws himself at his foe, grabbing their wrist and yanking on it, hurling them where he just came from. They strain, tightening up as they fight to contain the wrestler, finally just launching him towards the center of the ring. The champion drops low, jutting his palms just under the challenger's ribs, launching them into the air. Turning around, he waits for all two hundred fifteenth pounds to land on his shoulder before falling to the mat, driving them shoulders and neck into the canvas.

Mark Sanction
Right into the Reverse Polarity!


Matt Steel
IT IS OVER!


Drake's body is almost motionless, just collapsing flat against the white fabric. Hooking the leg, Swift sprawls his back across them, looking to the sky.

ONE

TWO

THR-

The fire flares up again, Drake's eyes snapping open as he pushes Swift off of him.

Mark Sanction
NOT YET! DRAKE IS STILL ALIVE!


Tilting his head to the side, the champion goes to glance at his foe, only to be greeted with a pair of knuckles crashing into his face, whipping it to the side. Though he is wheezing, chest rapidly expanding, blood pouring down his face, Drake has already risen to one knee, his now crimson stained fist held out right where his opponent's skull used to be. Chants start to ring out again, crowd support fully behind the long time fan favorite. Each voice, each person behind The Demolitionist adding fuel to the fire within him. While the champion scrambles around on the mat, Drake powers up to his vertical base, looking out at the fans, the Drake-a-holics before pointing to the turnbuckles. This whips the already excited bunch into a frenzy, giving Dysfunction the strength he needs to stumble on over to the ring posts, grabbing onto the corner ropes to steady himself.

Mark Sanction
And that move got Drake back his second wind! First a punch to the face, now he is looking to finish this!


Matt Steel
What is he doing?


Taking a step on up bottom buckle, Drake takes a deep breath. The distance it so small, but he is so worn, so worked over. But would that stop him? No, he couldn't let it. He would scale this post and take down his foe. He rises up to the second buckle, mere moments from the top perch. It is so close, just right there, but he needs to pause, to breath. Still, he pulls up his body, getting on top of that top rope, turning to face the center of the ring. And there he is, Drake's opponent, still laying there, face gushing red liquid from the damaged nose. Perfect, exactly where Dysfunction needs him, he just needs to extend his knees now. This gets him to his full height, towering over the champion, taking that last big deep breath before throwing himself to the air. As he flies, his legs duck in, body flipping back while still keeping his trajectory going forward, crashing down on his foe, squishing them right against the canvas like a fly with no wings. Feeling his ribs get compressed, crushed, Swift roars out, eyes wrenching shut, making him easy prey for Drake to roll over, and hook his legs.

Mark Sanction
SHOOTING STAR PRESS!


ONE

TWO

THRE-

Not yet, Swift rips his legs free, tossing his shoulder up just before Kirk can slap down his hand.

Mark Sanction
BUT IT STILL ISN'T ENOUGH!


Matt Steel
SWIFT NEED MY ENERGY! SWIFT! SWIFT! SWIFT!


Left just sitting there, Drake buries his forehead in his palms, absolutely flabbergasted. He had thrown so much, yet the champion was just like him, never staying down. He had been so close, so very close, but it wasn't enough...but he knew what would be. Reaching over, Drake grabs onto Swift's skull, bringing both men to their feet. Only one is standing tall however, as the Las Vegas wrestler is bent over, head trapped between the challenger's legs. The crowd knows what is coming and roars out as the Chicago wrestler leans over, arms wrapping around Swift before lifting them face up on his shoulder!

Mark Sanction
Could it be?


Matt Steel
SWIFT! SWIFT! SWIFT!


Mark Sanction
Would you shut up?


Just as Drake is about to twist the champion off his shoulder, Swift slips down his back. Both men whip around, but it is the Las Vegas wrestler who is thinking fast, throwing a leg right into Dysfunction's ribs! The challenger stumbles, giving the champion time to dart in, grabbing Drake's arm and twisting it behind their back, his own looping around it, latching on while wrenching the joint! Face twisted in pain, Drake screams out, but finds never that silenced as Swift's knee enters his gut, lifting those legs off the mat, flipping them both over, hold still locked in tight!

Mark Sanction
This is it, Drake going for the D-2 BUT SWIFT GETS FREE!


Matt Steel
SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED!


Drake struggles and flails, fighting every moment, every second. He can't just give up, can't just quit. But he knows what will happen if he doesn't tap here, if he doesn't bow out now. The arm gets torqued further and further, Swift showing no mercy, ready to rip that arm right off. If he doesn't quit now, doesn't throw in that towel, he might never wrestle again. Bowing his head, fighting back tears, Drake's hand slams against the mat repeatedly.

Hana Ramirez
And the winner of this match, by submission...


Mark Sanction
Well, it was close, but in the end Drake had to give up or lose his arm.


Matt Steel
WOOT WOOT WOOT!


Mark Sanction
Seriously? We get that match and you immediately start acting like this?


Matt Steel
WHO THE BEST? SWIFT IS!


Hana Ramirez
MICHAEL SWIFT!


“Feel The Fire” begins to play again, Swift letting go and standing up, legs not quite steady, but enough to keep him on his feet. Rising a fist up to the sky, he is surprised with applause. Those here may have wanted Drake, but not a single person seems to bare ill will for the champion, bringing a smile to the wrestler's face. Kirk hands him the belt, which he puts on his shoulder, ready to walk out of the ring.

Mark Sanction
At least Swift is more humble than you are.


Matt Steel
Please, I called this match from the start!


Mark Sanction
There was multiple times that Drake was fractions of a second away from winning this match!


Matt Steel
And yet, he didn't!


However, before he can do so, he stops, glancing over at Drake, who just sits there, looking down at the canvas, another chance slipping through his fingers. Taking a deep breath, Swift marches on up, holding out a hand. The challenger looks up, staring at the outstretched appendage. Slowly, ever so slowly he takes it, letting himself be pulled up, arm held high as the crowd cheers.

Mark Sanction
Swift seems to disagree with you.


Matt Steel
Yeah, well, Swift is a fighter, not a genius.


With only the main event match left on the card, the pair get escorted out, those in the standing area reaching out to touch the XWA Superstars as they pass to the back, each stumbling their own way there.
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Re: XWA Fool's Gold: Michael Swift vs Drake Dysfunction - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby Dysfunctional » Tue Aug 29, 2017 11:03 pm

Gonna post this a little late. Busy putting finishing touches on my match. As I write this, I'm headed to the hospital to visit my dad. He's fine but he might have to lose his gallbladder. I'll keep you guys posted
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Re: XWA Fool's Gold: Michael Swift vs Drake Dysfunction - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby DJS » Sat Sep 02, 2017 2:28 pm

Okie doke.

I've been messaged by Drake, he's not gonna be able to show.

Therefore the winner and STILL Supreme XWA Champion...MICHAEL SWIFT!
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