District XWA MAIN EVENT: Michael Swift vs The Lynx - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

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District XWA MAIN EVENT: Michael Swift vs The Lynx - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby DJS » Mon Sep 11, 2017 8:10 pm

There will be No Demons Allowed in...
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Broadcast on The Xperience and the Battleground Network
LIVE! From Ticketpro Dome, Johannesburg, South Africa (20,000 Capacity),

Theme Song: "District 9 Main Theme" by Clinton Shorter

The Main Event:
The Supreme XWA Championship!


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Michael Swift vs The Lynx

In his first defence last month, Supreme XWA Champion Michael Swift was victorious, defeating Drake Dysfunction and sending him home without any gold. But this month, Swift faces a much different sort of challenge. The Lynx has racked up victories left, right and center this year, already a former Television and Hardcore Champion, but as per the XWA Top Ten, this will be The Architect of Destruction's first brush with the Supreme XWA Championship.

Two titans will clash in our main event here in Johannesburg. Will Michael Swift once again be victorious? Or is the Nightmare Incarnate destined for a Reign of Terror?


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Deadline for matches is 26th September 2017 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
Voting will start at this time and conclude on 6th October 2017 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
[CST is one hour earlier. GMT is five hours later.]
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Re: District XWA MAIN EVENT: Michael Swift vs The Lynx - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby Fireglow » Wed Sep 27, 2017 1:40 pm

Mark: It is time for the main event of the evening!


Matt: Our Supreme XWA Champion will defends his title against one of his most monstrous opponent’s he will ever face here: The Lynx!


Mark: Not to sell anyone short, but our champion has faced adversity before and has always found a way to win from deep inside himself.


Matt: That’s too hokey storybook for my taste. I’m all about the brute that can channel the supernatural!


The bell rings to tell the match will be starting soon.


Hana: The following match is for the Supreme XWA Championship and scheduled for one fall!


The lights go out completely and the opening organs of Prancing Dad by Prince of Darkness sound throughout the Battlezone. Four separate 'priests' come out with three foot sticks having a jack o'lantern hanging on the top, all four lit with candles. Fog permeates the area and enshrouds the Battlezone. Out comes the new and improved dominate force "The Lynx". He flips the new orange and black cloak back and raises an arm up in the air. He stomps his way down the ramp with the crowd hissing at him. He confronts one person, stares down into his soul, forcing him to sit down out of the pure terror. The Lynx walks up the steel steps and steps over the ropes. He drops down to his knees in the middle of the ring, arms outstretched and looks downward like he was peering down into the abyss. He drives both fists into the mat and fire shoots out of the ring posts. The Nightmare Incarnate then stands up and decides not to remove his cloak and waits for Swift to arrive.


Hana: In the ring first, from the Trenches of the Abyss. He is seven foot one and weighs in three hundred fifty pounds. He is The Lynx!!


Mark: Intimidating as ever The Lynx is. Can he actually get the job done tonight though?


Matt: Of course he can. Just look at his sheer size. Plus he is currently number one on the XWA Top Ten. A smart idea from our head guys if I do say so myself. You don’t get to be number one just resting on your laurels.


Mark: I guess that’s true. But don’t forget who the Champion is and who he has beat to gain and keep that belt.


WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME


The sounds of Hadouken blast through the speakers as the main light begin to dim and the strobe lights flare up in time with beat. From the back, Michael Swift emerges onto the entrance ramp, the crowd roaring a mix of boos and cheers. Swift does a quick view of the crowd before doing a bit of shadow boxing at the top of the ramp.


Hana
Coming to the ring, from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds...


Swift begins to make his way towards the ramp, ducking, weaving, and throwing out little jabs as he moves towards the ring. When he reaches the apron, he reaches up and grabs the second ring rope before pulling himself onto the apron. He steps into the ring from underneath the second rope, cracking his neck once he is inside.


Hana
MICHAEL SWIFT!


Swift does a quick wave to the crowd before walking into the corner, where he hammerfists the top turnbuckle before turning to the center of the ring and leaning upon the turnbuckle.


Mark: The Supreme Champion is looking great tonight! This should be a great main event!


Matt: Yeah, for The Underworld’s Greatest Gift that is. Believe me when I say being against a guy who has one hundred extra pounds you better hope you have a plan.


Mark: I’m sure he does. He has defeated some of the best in the business and you can bet my bottom dollar he will keep this close to the vest.


Lynx and Swift get ready to square off with each other. The referee raises the Supreme XWA Championship belt in the air. The bell rings to begin the match.


The Lynx doesn’t linger like he usually does. This time The Underworld’s Greatest Gift charges directly at Swift and smacks him onto his back with a stiff Shoulder Tackle. Michael rolls back and find his way to his feet after the attack and Lynx is on the prowl. He smells it - the victory that will lead him to being the most dominant force in XWA. Obviously Michael Swift is no pushover and remains steady and doesn’t sweat the small stuff. The Architect of Destruction charges at Swift and immediately falls forward mask first into the mat by way of Drop Toe Hold. Or so everyone thought as The Lynx grabs the tail end of his cloak and curls into it to seemingly disappear into thin air! The crowd gasp and even Swift is surprised by the moment.


Matt: Where on Earth did someone the size of Lynx disappear to like that?


Mark: I have no idea! The Lynx is a huge guy but the supernatural forces he possesses are already in effect!


Swift cautiously walks a side of the ropes and suddenly a pair of hands come out from underneath the apron to grab Swift’s ankles! Michael is powerfully yanked from underneath himself and thrown to the outside floor from all the power of The Lynx! The Nightmare Incarnate bullies his way out through the skirt of the apron and begins to stomp all over Swift. The Underworld’s Greatest Gift pulls Michael up to his feet and tosses him onto the apron and pushes him back into the ring. Grabbing the top rope, Lynx pulls his monstrous body back onto the ring apron and immediately gets popped into the chest with a flurry of Knife Edged strikes.


Slapping away a flying hand, The Lynx takes the palm of his own hand and pushes against Michael to send him rolling on his back a few feet back from his pure strength. Climbing over the top rope, The Supreme XWA Champion is back on his feet and runs forward. Lynx is ready to intercept. Swift will not succumb to his strength as he slides underneath his opponent’s legs and gets to his feet. Lynx turns around to be popped with a Left Leg Low Kick. Next comes in a quick Left Arm Hook Punch followed by a Right Arm Uppercut. At the last moment, comes in the Spinning Back Fist across Lynx’s masked face that sends him staggering back!


Mark: The Champion will not be backing down at all as he takes him on with that HARSH LESSON! Size doesn’t matter as Swift is proving to knock the monster hit after hit.


Matt: He JUST got him on the ropes. Swift may have the advantage now but it won’t take that long until Lynx comes with a return to sender move his own.


The Lynx really doesn’t take that long to respond as he immediately comes right at the Supreme XWA Champion with his ETERNAL REST Spinebuster to rupture his body into pieces! The crowd begins to boo the monster but he doesn’t give a damn to say the least. Tonight is all about The Lynx’s path to becoming the top champion in the company and unseating the incredible Michael Swift to do it. The Nightmare Incarnate lies his big body over his opponent for a pin fall believing his weight and the destructive signature move will be enough to upend the champion.



ONE



TWO



But Michael manages to kick out right after the second count. You can’t see it because of the mask, but The Lynx’s face is cringing up right now that he managed to kick out of his signature attack. He can’t give up after all this time. This is the moment for The Lynx. This is his time now to be the center of the XWA. Pulling Michael up, Swift smashes a Headbutt directly into the masked face of The Lynx! This surprises him as he stumbles back near a turnbuckle. The Supreme Champion sends out a Jab into alternating Uppercut combinations, forcing the gigantic opponent into the corner!


Mark: The Violent Buffalo! The Supreme Champion is smart in striking The Lynx down with everything he is worth to slow the monster down!


Matt: I can’t believe Swift has him on the ropes like this!


Mark: Like I said before and I will say it again. Michael Swift is our Supreme Champion for a reason and he is pulling no punches tonight.


The Lynx is completely disgusted with how things are turning about here. So he suddenly raises his hand in the air and quickly balls in into a fist as if extinguishing the air. The lights go out completely in the arena to show he is up using his powers once again. The lights flicker on and Michael Swift proves to be the wiser, jumping at the opposite turnbuckle where The Lynx is on top of to Dropkick the monster outside the ring! Michael raises his arm to get a cheer from the audience, whereas The Lynx stumbles to find his footing. This isn’t usually Swift’s style but he wants to give the audience a thrill and prove he can do more than just standing strikes against The Nightmare Incarnate. Climbing the turnbuckle, Michael Swift crosses his chest and jumps off the platform, coming down for an Axe Handle, only to be caught by his neck by both hands of The Lynx and get HELLZONE GRENADED down - the Double Handed Sit Out Chokeslam - and finds paydirt. The fans cringe and the referee begins to count.


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


FOUR!!


Mark: That looked brutal! Can Swift recover to not find himself at the mercy of The Lynx!?


Matt: I don’t know there, Matty Ice. Lynx looks like he has this locked down.


The Underwold’s Greatest Gift wastes no time in throwing Swift back into the ring and following right in there with him for the pin. Although it seems an easy pick up for two, the indomitable spirit of Swift won’t allow him to stay down for long as he kicks out nearly right away. This pisses off the monster more than anything as Lynx gets up and goes on a rampage. He lifts the Supreme Champion over his shoulder, running about in the ring and Powerslams Swift right in the middle of the ring! The crowd reacts with ouch faces and Lynx attempts to pin once again.



ONE



And he kicks out again! The Lynx doesn’t know what he needs to do keep his opponent down long enough so he can get the victory to seal his biggest win to date and capture the belt. Lynx pulls up Swift once again and directly punched into his solar plexus to catch him off guard. Swift is once again on the spirited offensive and backs Lynx into a turnbuckle and continues his assault of punches, while the evasive Michael Swift ducks under and moves around every shot that The Nightmare Incarnate sends back at him. The Supreme Champion nails him repeatedly in the masked face, stomach, and basically everywhere possible with punches and kicks, while managing to dodge all of Lynx’s retaliations.


Swift takes a few steps back, then dashes at The Underworld’s Greatest Gift, but The Lynx moves out of the turnbuckle and Swift goes crashing into it. However, this doesn't slow him down at all, as Michael quickly spins around to pop Lynx with a Spinning Heel Kick that causes him to stumble back just slightly enough. The Supreme Champion dashes at Lynx again, this time he leaps into the air and with a Forearm Smash that gets money. The impact causes Lynx to stumble backwards into the turnbuckle again. Swift quickly runs to the ropes and gets all the momentum to hit another Dropkick right into the masked face of his opponent! The crowd is giving big pops for the Supreme Champion and he is feeling all of it. Michael uses the ropes once again, using it to get the speed he needs…and DEATH BY DESIGN Clothesline From Hell takes him down from The Lynx!


Mark: Wow! Swift started building that needed momentum but got stuffed once again!


Matt: It is an early Thanksgiving folks, plenty of stuffing for that Turkey right there! Get ‘em Lynx!


The Architect of Destruction is livid and has had about enough of the Supreme Champion. Tonight the belt belongs to him and he wants to prove it, so he decides to do something he rarely often resorts to doing. Exiting over the top rope, he slowly climbs the turnbuckle and settles his enormous body at the very top. He does a cut throat taunt and the crowd begins to boo. He jumps off into a Frog Splash...and Swift moves out of the way in time! The fans begin cheering and looks at Lynx who appears like Wily Coyote planted down in the ground after a failed attempt in catching the roadrunner. Michael makes his move and knows he needs to wear his monster of an opponent down even further but doing it the smart Swift way he normally does. WHAT BAR IS LYNX!? The Fujiwara Armbar is snapped on and Lynx is shaking about in pain. The fans are riled up and are chanting for Lynx to tap tap tap!


Mark: Swift has the submission hold locked in and Lynx is in peril!


Matt: Don’t do it Lynx! Don’t give in to the pain!


Mark: Nice to see you are such an impartial person there, Matt…


The Nightmare Incarnate is having a nightmare situation of his own and is clawing outward looking to get the bottom rope. Extending his enormous frame outward, his long reach manages to allow him to take hold and the referee tells Swift he needs to release the hold. He does so and Swift gets up and is pumped up with the crowd right behind him. The Lynx slowly pushes himself up and is now consumed with absolute rage and anger. He gets up to where Michael is about to pursue and gets clocked with a Big Boot directly to the side of his head! Swift collapses and Lynx is immediate to what he needs to do. Picking up Swift upside down position, he jumps around in a three hundred sixty degree angle to Piledrive the Supreme Champion into the mat! The Doomsday Scenario has come to take him down and secure the Supreme Championship!





ONE








TWO





TH…



And to shock The Lynx, Swift kicks out of his finisher at the very last possible second! The crowd is going crazy and the monster bangs his arms into the mat in frustration. He can’t believe it. He just can’t believe it. What will it take to bring down the Supreme Champion? The Lynx goes for a pin once again....



ONE




TW…





And he kicks out once again!


Mark: The absolute miracle that is Michael Swift! There is just no quit in him!


Matt: I am in disbelief that he can take moves like that and come out with his brains in full function! Or maybe it isn’t since he decided to stay in the fight!


The Lynx clearly didn’t get all of it with the pure raw power as his arm was still affected by that Fujiwara Armbar that Swift used on him. The Architect of Destruction gets back to his feet, still angry at the fact that this supposed ‘little man’ either keeps kicking out or getting the drop on him. Pulling Swift back to his feet, he whips Michael to a corner turnbuckle and everything goes accordingly. The Lynx charges like a ram at Swift and Michael sidesteps to grab The Lynx by the back and waist line to toss the monster shoulder first right into the steel post!, Michael gets on the ring apron and drives their head into the ring post with a Running Single Leg High Knee which is a CRITICAL HIT! The finishing blow causes Lynx to whiplash his body back to the inside area of the ring where he is slumping sideways. Swift take the opportunity for a pin fall.


ONE





TWO





I don’t think so as The Lynx BARELY edges the unharmed shoulder upward to get himself out of the pin fall. The crowd is buzzing and can’t believe after the move Swift didn’t find himself a successfully defensed championship match.


Mark: Can you believe that?


Matt: You thought only Michael Swift had resilience? The Lynx will rise and show all what for!


Both slowly begin to rise to their feet and it seems like a punching festival is about to begin. Instead, a knee from The Lynx comes into Swift’s midsection and knocks the air out of his body. The desperate monster grabs the back of his opponent’s head and rushes him to the turnbuckle to start slamming his forehead directly into it. The referee tries to stop The Lynx from continuous attacks from the smashes, but he just won’t stop as he has gone mad with rage! Swift’s forehead is red and on course to start bleeding, but the referee tells if Lynx doesn’t stop he will disqualify him. He stops only once again flip Michael upside down and attempt the dreaded finisher one more time. He jumps and turns three hundred sixty degrees once again, this time getting all of it and then some for the Piledriving DOOMSDAY SCENARIO to knock Michael out hopefully for good! In comes in the pin and…





ONE






TWO








THREE



The bell rings to end the match!


Mark: No way!


Matt: NEW CHAMPION!


Hana: Here is your winner and NEW Supreme XWA Champion.......The Lynx!
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Re: District XWA MAIN EVENT: Michael Swift vs The Lynx - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby Michael Swift » Thu Sep 28, 2017 9:26 am

The arena lights flair, showing the sold out crowd setting back in their seating, ready for the final match of the night. The air fills with the the mixed sounds of talking, shouts and cheers, the noise from the consumption of food and drink, and hype music, blending into some loud senseless amalgamation. Though the fans are grateful for the reprieve, the chance to get some refreshments and relieve themselves, they are still brimming with excitement, eyes still glistening as they await the for the match event to begin. Several even waves signs above their heads, mixtures of catchphrases and kind words for their favorites XWA wrestlers on display.

Mark Sanction
It has been a hell of a night here in District XWA, but all good things must come to an end!


Matt Steel
Not quite yet Mark, we still have the biggest match of the night!


Mark Sanction
I was getting there Matt!


Matt Steel
Bullshit.


Mark Sanction
How could I forget the Supreme Title match? I was just trying to have some showmanship!


Matt Steel
You can keep trying to cover, but I am onto to you Mark!


In an instant the lights cut out, shrouding the faces filling the crowd in darkness, as the first few haunting organ strokes of “Prancing Dad' leaks its way through the speakers, overpowering all other sounds that dare to linger. As guitar begins to take the forefront of the twisted song, four men in robes emerge from the back, massive two handed sticks adorn with pumpkin vomiting out thick purple fog, completely drowning the ramp as its top layer whips skywards, coating the rest of the arena in its eerie and evil presence.

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


Mark Sanction
Whatever Matt, I am not gonna ar-


Matt Steel
JUST LOOK AT THIS MAN! OR SHOULD I SAY MONSTER!


The priests take their place along the obscured walkway, awaiting with baited breaths. Piercing through the fog cover comes a shadow, a giant mass of flesh hidden behind an orange and white mask, cloak draping their over seven foot frame. They linger there, the eyes behind the cloths glazing out into the crowd, staring into their wide eyes as they sweep over them. With a single flick of their shoulder, the cloak billows back, revealing the muscular body that was hidden underneath, signaling his march towards the ring. Each massive footstep pushes to fog to the side, cutting brief holes of clarity before they are swallowed once more.

Hana Ramirez
...from The Trenches of the Abyss, weighting in at three hundred fifty pounds, he is Nightmare Incarnate...


Mark Sanction
He is quit-


Matt Steel
HOT DAMN! HE LOOKS LIKE HE IS ABOUT READY TO SPLIT A MAN IN TWO!


One of the fans at ring must be filled with bravery because while his peers can only stare in awe at the giant, he rears back, cup in hand for the briefest of moments, before letting it fly, the red plastic container soaring through the air before crashing right into the monstrous wrestler's temple. The clear liquid side douses their head, white parts of the headpiece becoming almost fully see through as it seeps deeper and deeper. A smirk grows on the XWA fan's face, turning to shout at the red of the crowd as he holds his arm up into the air, pointing down at himself as he seeks approval for his actions.

Hana Ramirez
THE LYNX!


Mark Sanction
And he just found one!


Matt Steel
KICK HIS ASS LYNX!


But when he turns around, he has come face to face with three fifty pounds of The Lynx. The Nightmare Incarnate towers over this young adult, chest rising and failing in a rhythmic pattern, right at their face level, so close is almost slams right into it. With hoards of fans standing to his sides and to his back, there is no place to run, no place to back down too, only able to look up at The Underworld's Greatest Gift's head lowers, so close the air being expelled from his nose blowing all over the fan's face. Eyes finally turning into those of his peers, the man's legs begin to tremble, quiver under the sheer pressure being exerted upon him. Trying to back up, all he can do is bump against another group, arms wildly pushing against them, trying to push them back so he can be free. Slowly, ever so slowly The Lynx reaches out an arm, grabbing the man's t-shirt collar, lifting them up and towards them, facing an unmoving glare of pure vile hatred.

Mark Sanction
At this rate we aren't even going to get a match!


Matt Steel
Wait...shit you're right! PULL BACK LYNX! HE ISN'T WORTH IT!


Two members of security rush from beside the ramp, shouting at The Lynx, trying their best to separate him from the fan. While burly men themselves, they look like dwarfs next to the behemoth of a man, who finally takes his attention off of his victim to glare at the poor fools just trying to do their jobs. Releasing the rattling sack of bones from his hands, the Nightmare Incarnate turns, his tree sized leg taking an earth shaking step towards those who dare to stand in his way. That is all he has time for, as the synth from “Feel the Fire” blares out of the speakers, the vocals following soon after.

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...


Mark Sanction
JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!


Matt Steel
Please, Swift isn't going to try to save anyone, he just assumed The Lynx was already in the ring.


As strobes begin to flash, a man emerges from the back, the Supreme XWA Championship slung over his shoulder. While The Lynx attention is drawn to this new presence, the man looks past them, right at the ring. Fans begin to cheer, shaking off a bit of the overwhelming presence of The Underworld's Greatest Gift, and more than glad to cheer against him. Louder and louder the music swells as the champion just stands there, seemingly off in his own world.

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
That may be true Matt, but that doesn't change the fac-


Matt Steel
Have I told you how excited for this match I am?


Having enough of this, The Lynx starts marching right back up the ramp, ready to start this match well before the bell. As if in response, the champion begins descending down the ramp on his own, a steady pace. The Underworld's Greatest Gift steps right in the direct path of the man, wildfire in his eyes as he watches them get closer and closer. Towering over the figure with the belt, he extends his arms to his sides, threatening to consume entire aisle. Yet, the figure keeps walking, still looking through the giant monster ready to pounce.

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
The Lynx is a man on a mission!


Matt Steel
Like, i know we saw these two face off at XWA On A Boat, but that match was crazy! And up until the end could have gone either way, who knows how round two is gonna work out!


Swift doesn't miss a beat, despite his smaller size walking down the ramp. As he comes up on The Lynx, he doesn't even react, his shoulder crashing into the behemoth's chest. Caught off guard by the sheer lack of fear, The Nightmare Incarnate's body turns a bit, just enough for the champion to walk on past. The sheer disbelief coursing through The Lynx is perhaps the only thing that saves Swift, the giant man's eyes widening, just staring at the champion's back as they reach the apron and walk up the steps. Stopping just by the ropes, the Las Vegas wrestler glances back before jerking his head towards the ring, beckoning the beast to follow before slipping under the top rope. Disbelief burning away, being replaced with sheer furry, surging forward, storming after his opponent. As the champions rises his belt on high, The Underworld's Greatest gift pulls himself into the ring, heaving his massive frame onto the canvas.

Mark Sanction
Swift must be confident despite your claims!


Matt Steel
I mean, Swift has always had a winner's mindset. He didn't come here, over the bodies of everyone he has ever beaten, through the fire and the flames, to just roll over and die because his opponent is some kinda freak of nature. No, he is going to meet them head on!


Despite holding his arm straight up, the belt is hoisted only a little higher than the full height of The Nightmare Incarnate, somehow making Swift look even smaller. Still, this doesn't phase the champion, his eyes staring right into The Lynx's, as if to defy their presence. The blood of the giant man boils, trembling as his fists open and close, eyes marching in fierceness. Walking forward, Tickles shouts at the pair, all while signaling that he needs the title. Swift lowers the belt, letting the old man take it and turn away, leaving the two wrestlers to stare at each other.

Mark Sanction
You are sure right about that Matt! Like, you brought up his crazy journey, but just think, only two years ago Swift wasn't even on any company's radar!


Matt Steel
Then in his first year? Lord of the Ring! Next year? XWA Supreme champion!


Slowly, Swift's hand raises up, balled into a fist, holding it aloft between the two men. For a moment, all of The Lynx's shaking, his tensing of muscles, his wild breathing stops as he look at this offer of sportsmanship. The crowd is roaring, telling Swift to not do this, that it can only end poorly, but the champion persists, refusing to let the voices of others hinder his principles. He had made it here this way, he had no plans of changing now, not for them or anyone. And if there were consequences? So be it, he would take them all.

Mark Sanction
And he has done it all while being perfectly sportsmanlike!


Matt Steel
Literally the only terrible thing about him. I swear he thinks of himself as some sort of samurai.


With a swing of his thick, tree like arm, The Lynx slams his forearm right into the side of the champion's skull, sending them flying towards the ropes! Tickles turns just in time to eyes Swift's body drapes over the top ropes, his legs kicking against the mat as they to keep him stable. Eyes growing wide, the old referee throws the belt outside the ring, the attendant on the outside diving to catch the gold as Tickles starts waving his arm, rushing over to the action far faster than his body seems able too!

DING DING DING

Mark Sanction
What a cheap shot!


Matt Steel
HELL YES!


Not that The Lynx needed any indicator to continue his assault. The massive, three hundred fifty pound monster damn near explodes towards the champion, each step threatening to leave dent in the mat. His thick, calloused fingers reach out, entwining themselves in Swift's short hair as they grasp onto his skull, pulling back with a back roar. Legs still unsteady, the Las Vegas wrestler is wrenched backwards, crashing into the mat, skull bouncing off the canvas. Crunching up, Swift tries to cover his head, but the behemoth is already bending over, reaching down to wrap his hand around the throat!

Mark Sanction
First that forearm to the side of the head, now a mat slam from The Lynx!


Matt Steel
This is what people need to do! You can't beat Swift at his game, so make him play yours!


Hoisting the champion up like he is weightless, The Lynx stares at his prey, watching them flail their legs in a desperate attempt to find ground. The shouts of the referee fall on deaf ears, as do the crowds boos, the monster too focused, too ready to cause pain. Yet, the fire in Swift's eyes have not gone out, and stare back at The Underworld's Greatest Gift, only causing the latter to fill with furry. As if to defy the challenger, the Las Vegas wrestler's leg shoots forward, smacking against the masked man's ribs, though the damage seems nonexistant.

Mark Sanction
I can't believe you are exci-oh my god...


Matt Steel
Just look at the strength of The Lynx! Swift is like putty! If you know, putty kicked you in the ribs!


Rage surges through The Lynx, fingers trying their hardest to form a fist despite the muscles in their way. As the airway continue to constrict, to deny any oxygen entry, the champion shaky hands start to grasp at The Underworld's Greatest Gift's wrist, his face slowly turning a shade of red. Yet still, he grits his teeth, refusing to let even the small ounce of his suffering escape his lips. A leg rears back again, swinging it once more into the mouth of flesh that is his opponent, causing it to ripple as another smack rings out. Still, the effect is the same, the giant unmoving in the face of punishment.

ONE

Mark Sanction
It just doesn't matter, look at The Lynx just take those kicks!


Matt Steel
This is what raw power can get you Mark!


Tickles begins his count, having been unsuccessful getting through to The Lynx that such a tactic was clearly against the rules. At the very moment the numbers escapes the aging referee's mouth, The Underworld's Greatest Gift finally reacts, throwing the Swift to the mat, making the whole ring shudder, his whole body reverbing off the canvas. Boos rain down from the crowd, but The Underworld's Greatest Gift seems impervious to them, eyes transfixed on his prone foe, a seer forming under the wet cloth that hides his face.

Mark Sanction
CHOKESLAM!


Matt Steel
Are we going to have a new champion right now?


Swift's whole body tries to suck in as much air as it can, hands gingerly touch the thick red print lining his jugular, eyes damn near budging out of his skull. This brief reprieve doesn't last long though, as his behemoth of an opponent reaches down, a meaty hand looking to continue its work now that the count had reset. Kicking his lower body up, the champion wraps his legs around the limb, his arms clamping down on the wrist, dragging The Lynx down as he pushes against the elbow, midsection pushing against it, trying to hyper extend the ligament!

Mark Sanction
The Lynx is looking for= Armbar! Swift with an armbar!


Matt Steel
A momentary lapse of judgement from The Lynx! Can never count the champion out this early!


Having been brought to his knees, The Underworld's Greatest Gift roars out, the two hundred forty pound mass attaching onto his arm doing everything it can to keep him there. As his veins budge and pain surges throughout his body, The Lynx's legs scrambles against the mat, trying to get some sort of footing. Despite the position not being ideal, the champion rears back, making the most of this chance, taking his shot at just snapping the arm and ending this match right here! The crowd is rallying, hoping that they can give Swift the strength he needs, just enough to power him through!

Mark Sanction
You were literally just saying how we could have a new champion. Like, you even like Swift, so I don't understand why you wou-


Matt Steel
Showmanship Mark, showmanship!


However, all their roars do is the exact opposite, The Lynx fighting even harder, his free arm pushing off the mat. Though the weight distance is great, Swift's constant torquing of his limb makes The Underworld's Greatest Gift slow, so very slow. First pushing off the mat, then sliding the sole of his foot against the canvas, to getting to one knee. But finally, despite the boos being thrown his way, The Lynx stands, the champion still grapevining his arm. With a mighty, primal roar he raises the thick limb into the air, ready to slam down the Las Vegas wrestler once again!

Mark Sanction
You are impossibl-LOOK AT THAT STRENGTH!


Matt Steel
FACT, THE LYNX IS BAR NONE THE STRONGEST MAN ON THE ROSTER! I DON'T KNOW THE STATS TO BACK THAT UP BUT JUST LOOK AT THIS SHIT!


But before the behemoth of a wrestler can show his dominance, Swift's legs release, and the champion rolls forward, still grabbing onto the wrist for dear life. Arcing through the air, the crowd gasps in surprise as he actually manages to land on his feet, using his sheet momentum to yank, one could almost say fall forward, the three hundred fifty pounds of muscles flipping over him, crashing down to the mat! The Lynx can't even believe it, laying there sprawled out as Swift begins to pull himself up, breathing heavy but still fighting!

Mark Sanction
Ippon Seoi Nage!


Matt Steel
THAT WAS SO COOL I WON'T MAKE FUN OF YOUR MOON SPEECH!


Taking a step forward, the champion's leg arcs out, blasting the side of the prone wrestler's skull, cranium whipping to the side, almost crashing into his shoulder as a thunderous smacking sound rings out. Even this giant, this monster of a man has to reach up, hands clutching at the point of impact, feeling the wave of pain course through their entire existence! The crowd begins to cheer again, though it falls on deaf ears, Swift completely engrossed with the match while The Lynx can only hear the sounds of his brain bouncing around an empty cavern.

Mark Sanction
And here comes the champion! Just listen to those kicks!


Matt Steel
Strikes are one of those things Swift just does so well! And after that power display, he is going to need them.


Not even stopping to breath, Swift throws himself towards the ropes, the thick cables tensing up before launching him back at his prone foe. With the extra momentum carrying him, the champion throws his lower body forward, driving his heels right into The Underworld's Greatest Gift's arm, all two hundred forty pounds just drilling in. The giant doesn't scream, but cradles the limb as he rolls, trying to escape further punishment. However, there is only one really safe place, only one direction he can bring his body, and that is under the lower rope, causing his three hundred fifty pound frame to crash to the ground below, landing right on the arm itself!

Mark Sanction
Baseball slide!


Matt Steel
Buh bye Lynx!


Cheers ring out as the three hundred fifty pounds of flesh roll about on the mat, the crowd calling for blood. Just inside the ring, Swift rises to a single knee, gingerly touching at his throat, wincing a little as his fingers brush against his bruised flesh. Tickles rushes over to the ropes, taking a curtsy glance down at The Underworld's Greatest Gift, confirming that they can still continue before throwing his hand into the air, shouting out at an impressive volume for someone so old.

ONE

Mark Sanction
I don't really know if this is to Swift advantage.


Matt Steel
I mean, if The Lynx gets counted out, that is game over.


TWO

The foul behemoth isn't ready to quit, pushing off the cold hard mats that attempt to pad the thick concrete underneath them. Despite the damage being dealt, he doesn't shutter, doesn't wavier as he begins to power himself to his feet, like a true monster. Fire burning with him, he turns over to the ropes, ready to climb back into the battlefield. Before he can do so, he spots the champion, just staring down, right into his eyes. It isn't fear that holds the monster there, but his own festering rage, the overwhelming hatred boiling within him, the desire to inflict harm coursing through his mind.

THREE

Mark Sanction
Yeah, but Swift doesn't chase people on the outside. So really all he is doing is giving The Lynx some time to catch his breath.


Matt Steel
Well, he should stop doing that.


FOUR

Tickles' shouting snaps The Lynx back to realities, breaking the images of violence and torture that race throughout mind. Reaching up, his massive hand wraps around the middle rope, hoisting his colossal frame onto the apron, making it buckle a bit under the sudden influx of weight. Another little pause, as if the Nightmare Incarnate is bracing for an assault that isn't coming, Swift just watching from across the ring, having stood up the moment the giant man began returning to the match. Realizing that the champion is choosing to wait, The Lynx finally steps through the ropes.

Mark Sanction
It is kinda core to who Swi-


Exploding across the ring, Swift is a blur, arm arcing upwards, balled fist shooting forward, catching The Lynx right on his nose.

Mark Sanction
CAN IT BE?!


The three hundred fifty pound giant moves like a statue, but that doesn't stop the champion's other arm from arcing up, knuckles digging right into the giant's floating ribs.

Matt Steel
VIOLENT BUFFALO!


Still, The Underworld's Greatest Gift doesn't even flinch, the comparatively tiny hand seemingly bouncing off the layer of flesh that covers the bone/ The first hand arcs up this time, slamming into the rib on the other side!

Mark Sanction
Just look at thos-


This one forces The Lynx back a bit, his thick body not being invincible. Pressing forward the champion rears back another hand, swinging it upwards one more time. This time however, before those knuckles can find their new home, The Underworld's Greatest Gift's own arm swings, that tree like limb blasting Swift right on the side of the skull, sending him sprawling to the mat. The crowd gasps, their cheers almost dying immediately as the champion's legs buckle, unable to stand against the raw strength of his foe. Looking down on the crumpled heap before him, the behemoth raises a foot, placing it upon the chest. Tickles drops down, slamming a hand against the mat.

Mark Sanction
A...a forearm from The Lynx just destroys Swift...


ONE

T-

Life surges through the Las Vegas wrestler, arm shooting up and slamming into the giant's knee, forcing the leg off of him.

Matt Steel
Swift, buddy, it might have been better to just stay down.


Yet, this seems perfectly acceptable for The Lynx, more chances for him to inflict pain. Bending over, a single arm goes down, fingers caging themselves around the champion's skull, his massive palm practically covering their entire face. Almost effortless the two hundred forty pounds of Swift gets peeled off of the canvas, dragging it to its feet. With just a flick of his wrist, the Nightmare Incarnate sends Swift hurling towards the ropes!

Mark Sanction
I guess manhandling someone is what you do when you are as big as The Lynx...


Matt Steel
Let be real, it is what any of us would do.


The ropes tighten as the heavyweight wrestler slams into them, doing everything in their power to keep him contained in the ring. But that means only one thing, as the thick strains of entwined fibers snap back into place, just hurling Swift back at his foe. He doesn't even try to fight back, his eyelids heavy as he crashes into The Lynx's shoulder, the smack sound ringing out as he ragdolls through the air, landing down to the mat again. His arms shake as he tries to lift himself, but finds a foot pressing down upon his back, three hundred fifty pounds making sure that would never happen.

Mark Sanction
I really don't agr-ouch...


Matt Steel
oomph, shoulder-blocked for days!


Arms buckling, body being pressed against the mat, Swift grits his teeth, all while trying to will himself to continue. At the very same moment, The Lynx begins to shift his weight, looking to increase the pressure he is putting on the champion! Tickles begins shouting, looking at the Las Vegas wrestler to see if he still wants to stay in this match! Refusing to keep up here, Swift reaches out, fingers wrapping themselves around the lowest rope, causing the aging referee to change his focus and begin shouting at The Underworld's Greatest Gift!

ONE

Mark Sanction
The Lynx is just crushing Swift!


Matt Steel
How much longer can the champion hang on?


The behemoth doesn't budge, glaring down at his victim, ignoring the crowd, the referee, the entire world. The anger bubbling within him threatens to consume him in his quest to break his opponent. His heel digs in deep, trying to rip through flesh, drill its way deep to Swift's core. The boos rain down, trying to put any sort of pressure on the challenger, stop him from keeping with his cruel acts. Tickles shouts and screams, wanting to be sure the monster knows what he is doing, what will happen if he doesn't stop this madness.

TWO

Mark Sanction
He just needs to hold out!


Matt Steel
Oh yeah, that is it. Super easy, it is like drinking...or breathing...and other easy things. That is totally what this is. Has my sarcasm gone through yet? I can't tell with how often you stay stupid things.


Swift can't keep this up. His hand is on the rope but he can feel his insides being pressurized. He needs to do something, anything, or the rope won't save him. Through sheer willpower, his near leg moves, coiling in front of The Lynx's. Letting out all the pain, all the fire burning with him, the champion roar, energy flowing through him as he twists, his other leg arcing as his slide out from under his foe, arching his heel into the back of their knee. Like an old oak getting cut down, The Lynx collapses forward, neck getting caught on the second rope!

Mark Sanction
I am just sa-WHAT A TAKEDOWN!


Matt Steel
WAY TO GO CHAMP!


The adrenaline continues coursing throughout the champion, letting him rise up, breathing heavy, shoulders sagging, but radiating intensity. With propose he strides forward, grabbing his giant opponent's arm and wrenching to the middle of the ring. Locking it in an L shape behind their back, he latches onto their wrist, torquing their shoulder as he lifts the trapped limb on high! The crowd knows what comes next, and roar out their unanimous approval, feeling the match drawing to a close. Either The Lynx taps, or his arm breaks, and they honestly sound like they are salivating for the latter!

Mark Sanction
THIS IS IT!


Matt Steel
Looks like this victory has Some Assembly Requi-


The lights cut out, shrouding the world in darkness. There are a few shrieks, and plenty of wild shouts as no one in attendance knows what it going on. Almost as quickly as they died out, the lights return, but the ring has not stayed the same. No, instead, The Lynx is standing on the top rope, the ring ropes not only supporting his three hundred fifty pounds, but the two hundred forty being held aloft in his hands, the champion dangling from them by his throat! There just enough time for everyone to get the horrifying realization of what is happening before The Underworld's Greatest Gift throws his body forward!

Mark Sanction
SUPER HELLZONE GRENADE!


Matt Steel
HOLY SHIT!


The whole ring shutters as Swift is just drilled into the mat, the top ropes snapping free, whipping about freely. Paying this no heed, the behemoth reaches down, playing his palms right on Swift's chest!

ONE

TWO

THRE-

No! The champion just manages to throw a shoulder up right before Tickles can hit the canvas for a third time!

Mark Sanction
UNBELIEVABLE!


Matt Steel
I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD!


But that doesn't mean Swift is out of the woods yet, The Lynx standing up while the Las Vegas wrestler clutches his arms against his chest, trying to breath normally. Reaching down a massive hand, the Nightmare Incarnate once more gets just a handful of Swift's hair, hoisting them up. For a moment, the smaller wrestler finds his skull between the challenger's legs, their other giant arm getting reach to wrap around his waist.

Mark Sanction
It looks like that only delayed the end though...


Matt Steel
Hard fought from The Lynx, I look forward too his long rei-


Like the last bit of oil, something burns within Swift, something that pushes him to not let his happen. Wrenching his head free, a knee shoots up, just catching the behemoth's gut. More by surprise than anything, The Lynx bends forward, easily letting the champion hook his arm around theirs, clasping at the back of their neck. Every muscle strains itself, burning everything they have as they lift up the giant, hoisting him onto the shoulders, just in time for the body to twist, just spiking The Underworld's Greatest Gift into the mat! The crowd roars out as Tickles drops down, the champion's weary body having already drop down onto his foe's stomach!

Mark Sanction
MASS EFFECT!


ONE

TWO

THREE!

Hana Ramirez
And the winner of this match and still your XWA Supreme Champion...
MICHAEL SWIFT!


Mark Sanction
HE DID IT!


Matt Steel
HE FUCKING DID IT!


Mark Sanction
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS NIGHT HAS BEEN AMAZING! GOOD NIGHT!


Once more “Feel The Fire” blasts through the speakers as the pile of limbs just lay there, each rising and falling as they breath. Tickles rushes over to the ropes...well, the two that are left, and retrieves the belt. By the time he turns around, Swift is already pulling himself to his feet, a smile still on his face. Soon, his prize is back in his hands, and the scene fades out, the show ending on his wide grin.
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Re: District XWA MAIN EVENT: Michael Swift vs The Lynx - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby DJS » Thu Sep 28, 2017 10:42 am

This match is now open for VOTING!

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VOTING DEADLINE: 6TH OCTOBER 2017

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Re: [VOTE] District XWA MAIN EVENT: Michael Swift vs The Lynx - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby RevolutionJones » Fri Oct 06, 2017 9:37 pm

The Lynx
You've got a strong match here, with a great sense of pacing. I love how the attacks gradually get more and more intense at just the right speed, building up the suspense and the toughness on display until they're just throwing the biggest guns they have at each other. Speaking of big guns, this match used the "kicking out of finishers" trope better than certain actual wrestling matches I've seen lately, especially by virtue of having them both kick out and therefore protecting both moves' value while still making Lynx and Swift look like some of the toughest SOBs on the roster. My main issues here are with the formatting. This is the kind of match that could really use some font coloring to keep everything from running together, and the choice to capitalize the name of every single move mentioned, even regular strikes that don't have wrestler-specific nicknames for them. Al that said, give yourself a hand for this one.

Michael Swift
As usual, a great performance in pretty much all respects from you here. The action feels visceral, the commentary's back-and-forth enhances the match, and the big spots hit just the right notes at all the right times to deserve all the attention they get. Plus, the pre-match segment where the Lynx chokes out a fan and Swift just enters and walks on by anyway provided, for me at least, the best individual moment out of either of these submissions because it brought out compelling sides of both characters without having to point to them and spell out every letter. Even if I had no idea who these people were, I feel like I would know, by the time that bit's over with and they're both in the ring, that Michael Swift is a fighting champion who lives for the challenge and doesn't try to run from a tough opponent, and that the Lynx is an absolute monster who'll stop at nothing to get what he wants, but he's also levelheaded enough not to lose focus and get distracted by something petty on the way to the big prize. With that as a base, the way the action unfolds plays into this information perfectly.

And my final vote goes to...Michael Swift! Mad props to both of you for bringing your A-game and making this really feel like a clash of titans. No matter who comes out the winner here, they'll absolutely deserve it.
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Re: [VOTE] District XWA MAIN EVENT: Michael Swift vs The Lynx - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby styg » Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:10 am

The Lynx
When it comes to supernatural elements, I'm not a fan unless they're presented in such a way that they could be special effects, sleight of hand, etc, and I feel like you cut it really fine with the disappearing act at the start. You know what though, "extinguishing the air" is a wonderful expression. The Lynx's determination to be champion comes across really well, and while he's always intense, this feels a step above normal for him, showing that this really is a huge match. Generally this strikes a pretty good balance of conveying The Lynx as a monster while keeping Swift competitive. Swift's put into a bit more of a facey role than we're used to seeing from him, but that's fairly justified by the circumstance; that said, I don't really see Swift acting in an underdog way even when a match makes him into one, and I did feel that in places this simply was more about how much The Lynx can dish out than how they approach each other. Regardless, it was a good piece overall but I have one huge, huge criticism which is the abruptness of the ending. After so much of the match story being about The Lynx's quest for the title, not seeing his reaction when he finally wins was a real dampener.

Also, as a piece of general feedback, there were a few matters of consistency; tightening up those will help the whole overall piece flow better. For example, the inconsistency in things like this:
Hana
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Hana: (words)
Michael Swift
Great stuff with the opening, with The Lynx showing his aura and dominance and then he and Michael colliding on the entranceway. Even though this match doesn't have much personal backstory to it, that was an effective way to get right to some intensity while keeping in line with both characters' established personalities. Obviously things have to take a slight lull to get the action into the ring, but you handle that smartly, and get right back to the intensity, quickly turning what was initially a standalone affair into a personal battle. Swift having so much control early is a gambit and I won't lie, as it went on I was feeling like it was a little too one-sided; fortunately, you have Lynx pull back and pretty much destroy Swift for a bit, preserving the monster's mystique while still keeping things fairly even overall and showing off Michael's tenacity and skill. The ending just kinda came out of nowhere though. Swift snatching the surprise victory is a great idea, but as presented here felt a little too random to really have a huge impact. Also, vary up the nicknames a bit! For a while you use "The Underworld's Greatest Gift" in almost every paragraph, dude! :lol:

VERDICT
Great work from The Lynx who continues to improve at a hell of a pace. But I'm afraid this one still has to go to Michael Swift from me. I'd have liked to see a bit more from the final act with The Lynx's shine lasting a bit longer, and Swift's sudden win meaning more as such, but even so it was a well balanced match with a great structural grounding. Good job from both of you.
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Re: [VOTE] District XWA MAIN EVENT: Michael Swift vs The Lynx - SUPREME XWA TITLE!

Postby DJS » Sat Oct 07, 2017 10:17 am

Your winner and STILL Supreme XWA Champion: Michael Swift!

Great effort, you guys. Awesome main event.
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