Creature From The XWA - 25/03/2017

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Creature From The XWA - 25/03/2017

Postby DJS » Sat Apr 01, 2017 1:19 am

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A blank, lifeless screen bursts to life, as horrifying lightning-filled skies display in greyscale, while Harrowing Music plays! It's like we've been transported back to a 1930-50s era B-movie! A voiceover begins to tell us the state of affairs. His voice is the nearest thing XWA could probably find to Orson Welles.

It came from a land far BEYOND BELIEF!

Screeeecchh!! Cut to a screaming woman!

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It cannot be BARGINED WITH!

Everything is out of control- we cut to a crowd of people, completely terrified by whatever it is they've seen-

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It cannot be STOPPED!

There is silence and darkness until the voice tells us...

And now...it wants GOLD!

That's when we see him. The monster himself. The Eater of Days. The Tarmagoyf...

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The XWA World Domination Tour Begins.

You can run, but you CANNOT HIDE from the...

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Broadcast exclusively on The Xperience
LIVE! From Ibirapuera, Sao Paulo, Brazil (20,000 Capacity)

Theme Song: "Freaks" by Timmy Trumpet & Savage

And we cut suddenly to the inside of the arena. With an auditorium of fans twenty-thousand strong, XWA's first ever show in Brazil is bursting with energy and excitement, as pyro explodes from the entrance stage. As always we are joined by Mark Sanction on play-by-play and Matt Steel on color commentary.

MARK SANCTION:
Monsters! Warriors! Champions! All of them are here tonight as the XWA hails from Sao Paulo, Brazil for the first time ever! Welcome to Creature from the XWA, I am Mark Sanction and joining me is Matt Steel for what I'm sure will be an epic night for the ages!

MATT STEEL:
You got that right, Mark. I'm pretty excited, and so are all of these Brazilian fans here at Ibirapuera. Hope I pronounced that right.

MARK SANCTION:
I think you did. And you and these fans have every right to be excited- we've got a STACKED show for you all tonight! The Supreme XWA Championship WILL be on the line later tonight as Jerod Barnez looks to continue his dominance as he goes one on one with the Eater of Days, the Tarmagoyf, perhaps his hardest test yet.

MATT STEEL:
And not just that, how about Smith Jones going at it with Laurel Anne Hardy later tonight? I hope you like how this arena looks post-Hardy/Jones, because once that's over, this place isn't gonna be in one piece any more!

MARK SANCTION:
But before all of that, we start the show off with an explosive Fatal Four Way between some of our brightest young stars. This'll be nothing short of incredible!

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Alex Krull vs. Giovanni Bianchi vs. OOKAMI no Chi vs. The Lynx

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following is our first match of the night... this is a four-way match, set for one fall!

The lights go out completely and the opening organs of "Prancing Dad" by Prince of Darkness sound throughout Ibirapuera Auditorium, and while many of the fans boo the impending arrival of the heartless monster known as The Lynx, more cheer for the fact that after a month's delay, Creature from the XWA is finally here!

MARK SANCTION:
We start off with four competitors with mixed fortunes here in XWA. All of them could do with a big win to move forward, to get on that path to establishing themselves alongside the Barnezes and the Swifts, the Hardys and the Joneses.

Four separate priests come out wielding three-foot sticks, each with a jack o'lantern hanging on the top, all four lit with candles. Fog permeates the area and enshrouds the arena. Out comes the new and improved dominant 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, staring down into his soul, forcing him to sit down out of the pure terror.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Introducing first...

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.

HANA RAMIEREZ: From The Trenches of the Abyss, weighing three hundred and fifty pounds, The Architect of Destruction... THEEE.. LYYYYNX!

He drives both fists into the mat and fire shoots out of the ring posts. He then stands up, ready to waste away any opponent coming down that should get in his way, as the sparks die down. So too do the boos, replaced by a fair degree of cheers as "Dawn of Victory" by Rhapsody of Fire squeals its way on the public announcement system. Giovanni Bianchi walks in backwards with his arms stretched out as if he was spreading wings.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And his first opponent...

He dramatically turns around and pumps his fist in excitement, generating more cheers. Bianchi runs down high-fiving the fans on the way and jumps atop the apron. He raises his arm up in the air and then enters the ring. In the middle of the ring, he drops to one knee and presses his two forefingers against his lips. Then he touches his mother’s name on the necklace and points it up to the sky.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
From Naples, Italy, weighing two hundred and eighty pounds, The Technical Titan... GIIIOVAAAANIII... BIAAAANCHIIII!

He rises up to his feet, then quickly spins in case The Lynx is going to start this thing early. No, the behemoth is just waiting... for now. As Giovanni backs into his corner, eyes kept fixed on his opponent already out here with him, the PA flares with the momentary cresendo that heralds the second movement of Tool's "Disgustipated". Crimson light spills across the entrance, and into it steps OOKAMI no Chi wearing an expression of generalised misanthropy beneath a half-face layer of paint stylised into a snarling wolf design. She glances around the auditorium for a moment, then begins to stalk towards the ring.

This.
Is.
Necessary.
This.
Is.
Necessary.

Life
Feeds on
Life
Feeds on
Life
Feeds on
Life
Feeds on
This.
Is.
Necessary.


The niece of TPW legend Jun Ikeda ignores any hands that might be stretching out towards as she heads for the ring. From about twenty feet away, she starts picking up speed rapidly until she's sprinting, and she dives under the bottom rope then spins up to her feet and heads straight for the closest corner. Once at the top she takes in the scene, head snapping back and forth as she looks at different parts of the arena. Then, once she's satisfied, she just hops straight back down.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
From Ashiya, Japan, weighing one hundred and sixty pounds... The Moonlit Hunter... OOOKAMIIIII... NOOOOO CHIII!

OOKAMI briefly shakes all her limbs out while bouncing up and down on her heels, then backs into her corner and leans against the ropes with nonchalant body language but a belligerent expression.

MARK SANCTION:
What a disturbing sight on Massacre not long ago, as OOKAMI no Chi, one of the most popular fan favourites in the Battlezone, seemingly snapped and got herself disqualified against Adam Fenric. I'd been hoping it was just momentary frustration, but...

MATT STEEL:
New music, new look in her eyes... looks like it wasn't.

The lights go out again, obscuring the whole arena. The crowd cameras flashing at a distance seem like fireflies dancing to the music as it starts up. It is then that deep phantasmagorical voices singing in Norwegian “Algir-Stien Klarnar” sound around the whole arena and when the first drum sounds hit the PA system fire come out lighting up the way to the ring.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And finally!

Alex and Kristine Krull stand at the top of the ramp. He stares at the crowd with an angry look on his face, breathing in the energy while she looks at them with disdain.

MATT STEEL:
You think Krull is named after the film?

MARK SANCTION:
What film?

MATT STEEL:
Oh my god, have you not seen Krull? You philistine. It's the pinnacle of 80s action fantasy.

MARK SANCTION:
It's not the one with Sean Connery in a mankini, is it?

MATT STEEL:
NO, SANCTION, IT IS NOT THE ONE WITH SEAN CONNERY IN A MANKINI. That's Zardoz. Which is also pretty good, actually.

MARK SANCTION:
I... fine, if you say so.

After a few seconds the Krulls start to walk down the ramp slowly with fury in their eyes. The chants of "você não pode lutar" can be heard all around. Kristine's holding a microphone on her hand ready to tell her husband how to proceed; meanwhile, Alex seems to not care about the chants coming from the crowd focusing only on the ring in front of them.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Making his way to the ring, accompanied by his wife Kristine Krull...

When the song slows down for a second the Viking pauses just at the end of the ramp.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
From Oslo, Norway, weighing two hundred and eighty-five pounds... he is The Viking... ALEEEEEX... KRUUUUULLLLL!

When the song resumes Krull continues walking up the stairs onto the ring apron. Holding the middle rope down and lifting the top rope, Alex lets Kristine enter first before going under the top rope himself. The Viking lifts his right arm in the air while he paces around the ring, when he finishes he stares towards the entrance while the Valkyrie turns around facing the crowd and says with an angry voice.

KRISTINE KRULL:
Break them!

When she's done talking he snaps his neck and punches both fists together while she exits the ring. The Lynx stares intently at Alex; Giovanni glances from one to the other and back again expectantly; OOKAMI sinks back, looking like she really ought to be picking her teeth.

MARK SANCTION:
Three giants. Three monsters.

MATT STEEL:
Two of those overlapping. This should be nice and nasty.

DING DING DING!

Giovanni clasps his fingers and rolls his wrists, shifting his weight in anticipation of the challenge ahead of him. The eager youngster glances from Krull to OOKAMI, and then to Lynx.

A demonic tyrant from the underworld, a giant imbued with arcane darkness.

A Viking berserker, born and bred for nothing but combat.

A feral wolf, a primal predator with blood-stinking breath crystallising in the icy air in front of her.

Well, he didn't come to XWA for an easy time, did he?


MATT STEEL:
The look on Bianchi's face shows it all. He's in for a rough night.

MARK SANCTION:
I'm sure he's up to it, though!

The Lynx cracks his fingers, wondering which of the morsels before him will be the first to throw their life away by trying to fight him. OOKAMi, for the first time in her XWA career and possibly her life, hangs back against her corner, observing; her body language is casual, but her eyes scan between the three prey within her hunting range.

The Viking Krull has little time for such contemplation. He ignores both Bianchi and Ikeda entirely, instead striding forward and gesturing to The Lynx, beckoning The Underworld's Greatest Gift toward him. OOKAMI just watches, but understandably slighted by this disrespect, Giovanni launches himself at Alex! The Italian heavyweight crashes into his Norwegian counterpart with a thundercrack of an elbow strike, and concurrently, OOKAMI no Chi flies towards The Lynx, driving both feet into his knee with a low dropkick. Lynx grabs for her and she ducks through his legs then starts swiping at his hamstrings with malicious kicks. On the other side of the ring, Krull cracks Bianchi with a right cross in retaliation for that elbow shot. As the two big men go into a slugfest, the even bigger one spins to chase The Winter Wolf, to cease her kicks and dispose of her in favour of a more satisfying sacrifice in The Viking.


MARK SANCTION:
The Lynx and OOKAMI no Chi both predators. I'd venture to say they both consider themselves alpha predators.

MATT STEEL:
How many wrestlers do you think don't consider themselves alpha predators or are bent on becoming one?

Giovanni jockeys Krull into the corner, manhandling the Scandinavian beast like few ever have. But Alex spins round and drives him back against the buckles himself, and throws in a succession of blows to the body and head - knees, elbows, forearms, a European uppercut, all capped off with a discus double axe handle that damn near snaps Bianchi's spine against the buckle pads. The Norwegian Fighting Machine backs out a few paces, then rushes in a with a bicycle kick aimed squarely at Giovanni's head - but the Technical Titan uses the ropes to drag himself aside from it, leaving Alex's foot to get hung up on the top rope! Giovanni picks out Alex's other ankle, driving him down against the mat back-first, and he starts laying in strikes of his own as he straddles.

MARK SANCTION:
It's a brave competitor who gets into a striking battle with Alex Krull. Then again, Giovanni Bianchi is a brave competitor, and he's looking to live up to the heroic legacy of his family. A win over his three brutal opponents tonight would definitely be a huge step in that direction.

Elsewhere, OOKAMI's been plugging away at The Lynx's vertical base, using her speed to stay ahead of his gigantic claws - until he manages to grab a fistful of her shoulder-length hair, yank her damn near off her feet and shove her down face-first into the canvas. After bouncing her head up and down a couple of times he peels her up and throws her across his shoulders - not lifts, throws - then cranks her over his skyscraper of a trapezius with a spine-crunching backbreaker rack, all before crushing her backwards with a Samoan drop!

MATT STEEL:
That's the problem with speed when strength finally gets the shot in!

As OOKAMI tiwtches and splutters, The Lynx turns away from her and crosses over to where Giovanni is mounted on Alex, the two men smashing each other with punches. The Lynx yanks Bianchi up off Krull, smacks him in the jaw with a chop, then clasps the Napoli native around one shoulder and swings him right over the top rope, sending him crashing to ringside!

MATT STEEL:
Jesus fucking Christ!

MARK SANCTION:
Okay, ladies and gentlemen, as you can see Giovanni Bianchi is HUGE! A good six and a half feet tall at least, closer to three hundred pounds than two fifty, and The Lynx just launched him over the ropes like he was a cruiserweight!

KRISTINE KRULL:
Alex! Destroy him... for now.

The Lynx turns to Kristine Krull as she speaks, searching for the source of the sound. Alex takes immediate advantage of that, swinging his forearm up under The Lynx's legs - not for any sneakiness value, simply to cause the maximum possible amount pain. As The Lynx grunts and drops to a knee, Alex rises to meet him, smashing him with a European uppercut, then dragging him into a front clutch. His wife grins sadistically from ringside as The Viking, with a guttural scream, drags The Lynx off the mat!

MARK SANCTION:
As strong as The Lynx is, he's in there with not one but two people capable of lifting him himself with relative ease! He hasn't had to deal with that since his rivalry with The Tarmogoyf.

The Lynx scratches at Alex's wrist but it's not enough to stop Krull from hoisting the giant into the air, and then throwing him down across his knee! The chokebreaker sends shards of pain jagging through The Lynx's spine and kidneys. Alex shoves him down and makes the first pin attempt of the match...

ONE!

TWO!


The Lynx throws the 285lb Alex clean into the air! As luck would have it, OOKAMI was leaping down from the top rope with a double stomp at just that moment, spiking both feet into Alex and sending him crashing back on top of The Lynx. The much quicker Winter Wolf is the first up from the tangle. She snaps Krull's head around with a sharp kick to the ear, then falls stop The Lync shooting in a machine gun burst of punches with her middle knuckle extended, all going right into his eye socket, trying to open something up. She rakes her claws across the eyehole of his mask, then spits right at his iris before going back to the knuckle jabs.

MARK SANCTION:
Yeah... this is definitely not the fun-loving OOKAMI we've come to know over the last year.

MATT STEEL:
A reminder that monsters don't have to be seven feet tall and three hundred pounds...

The Lynx roars and throws OOKAMI aside; she scrabbles round on all fours, moving much like her lupine namesake, then rushes back at him. One could almost picture rabid foam trailing behind her. But the wolf doesn't connect with The Lynx, as Krull smashes her off course with a precision knee strike to her head! As she rolls aside Krull drops onto The Lynx and goes for punches of his own, these ones slower but heavy as wrecking balls. But The Lynx, enraged by OOKAMI literally spitting in his eye, grabs Alex around the shoulders and yanks him down into a headbutt between the eyes! As Alex rolls aside, The Lynx follows through on top of him and keeps up the assault with more headbutts.

MATT STEEL:
Three horror movie villains here. This is like Freddie vs Jason vs Alien!

Maybe... but there's one person in the match Matt hasn't accounted for! A big cheer goes up as Giovanni springs in with a sliding knee strike to The Lynx!

MARK SANCTION:
FINISCILO!

The Nightmare Incarnate rolls over and over, rubbing his head, as Giovanni drags Alex up and lifts him into a front facelock. He hoists the superheavyweight into the air, legs quivering, then drops him with a vertical suplex! Bianchi keeps the hold on though, kicking his legs around to roll over and drag Alex back to his feet.

MARK SANCTION:
And showing why he's called The Technical Titan there!

With a grunt of effort, Giovanni flips Alex into the air again - right as OOKAMI crashes into his midsection with a spear! The top-heavy tower goes down hard, all three bouncing apart from each other. OOKAMI kips up - and despite being visibly winded with a face as red as the Norwegian flag, Alex rises up close to drop her with a spear of his own.

OOKAMI leaps aside, and the spear ploughs into The Lynx instead! Alex, left kneeling on top of the biggest man in the match, shrugs. But only for a second as OOKAMI swings a boot into the back of his head, then leaps into the ropes to fly over both of them and crash into the rising Giovanni with a springboard moonsault. She stomps him in the head, then treats Alex to a low kitchen sink (to howls of objection from Kristine at ringside), then stamps on The Lynx's throat.


MARK SANCTION:
Jesus, OOKAMI's snapped again!

OOKAMI lets forth one of her trademark howls, then claws at The Lynx's face once again. She stomps on each opponent's head one more time, drops across Alex with a flurry of headbutts across his brow, and then flings herself on top of Giovanni with a leaping elbow drop to the heart.

MATT STEEL:
She's psycho! She's just beating the hell out of whoever she sees first... and I like what I'm seeing!

MARK SANCTION:
Of course you do. I, for one, am extremely disappointed in her.

A sick grin overtakes OOKAMI's face and she quickly bails the ring. The three men inside it all approach varying stages of recovery - but just a few seconds later Noriko Ikeda's back on the scene with a steel chair in her hand! She smashes it across the skull of Alex Krull, then of The Lynx, then of Giovanni Bianchi. One more swipe to Alex's face, then she wraps the chair around The Lynx's wrist before stomping on it with both hands!

And then, after pushing her hair back off her face, she snatches up the bent chair and drops from the ring!


MATT STEEL:
What the...?

OOKAMI backs away up the entranceway surveying the carnage she's caused, looking fairly pleased with herself.

MATT STEEL:
She not gonna pin, or what?

MARK SANCTION:
It looks like she's throwing the match!

MATT STEEL:
Now why the hell would she do that!?

MARK SANCTION:
I have no idea...

Nor do the fans. Nor, indeed, does anyone but Ikeda herself... and maybe not even her. She ignores the obscenities coming at her from Kristine Krull as she sets up the chair on the stage and simply sits down in it, staring over into the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
Wow. I don't know what to say.

In the ring, Giovanni slowly pulls himself on top of Alex, not quite having clocked what's going on. The referee drops to count...

ONE!

TWO!


Alex thrusts an arm into the air with authority! Giovanni shakes his head and rolls on top of The Lynx instead.

ONE!

TWO!


The Lynx launches his superheavyweight opponent right off him!

MATT STEEL:
JESUS! I believe that thing really isn't human!

Giovanni rises to one shaky knee, gesturing to the Paulista fans for their support, which they're more than happy to provide, showering him with chants of BI-AN-CHI! BI-AN-CHI!. he drags The Lynx up across his shoulders... The Lynx blocks it, sandbagging, and drops to his feet. He cracks Giovanni with a headbutt and begins to lock him into a straightjacket.

MARK SANCTION:
WRITING ON THE WALL!

But Giovanni twists out, hoists The Lynx up across his shoulders again, and drops him into a Death Valley driver!

MARK SANCTION:
NO! POMPEII!

The fans are fully behind the young Italian as he covers the gargantua once again...

ONE!

Krull drags Bianchi up from behind, lifts him into a vertical suplex, holding the 280-pounder up for a good few impressive seconds, and then twists him down into a jackhammer! The Axe Breaker drives all of the air from Bianchi's body, and Alex hooks the legs.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here is your winner... The Viking... ALEX! KRULL!

On the stage OOKAMI stands up, having been watching this exchange intently, and she takes her leave as "Algir-Stien Klarnar" hits.

MARK SANCTION:
I'm speechless. Shockingly strange behaviour from OOKAMI no Chi, but the upshot is, it's The Norwegian Fighting Machine Alex Krull who's leaving with the win tonight!

Kristine slides in to check on her husband, but he insists he's fine as he poses triumphantly, declaring his dominance to the fans. And for a few moments, we fade out to...

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”I’M A MOTHERFUCKING BEAST!”

The fans are greeted with a very sudden out-burst as Busta Rhymes’ verse in the Southpaw Remix of “Beast” begins. Out behind the curtain comes Jerod Barnez, with his Supreme Championship hanging from his left shoulder. Jerod’s not quite dressed to wrestle just yet, as his main event title defense isn’t for a good while still. He’s sporting black jeans, sneakers, a Dearly Beheaded t-shirt and a leather jacket, all along with his signature grin.

MATT STEEL:
Hell yeah, we’re gonna get some words from the Supreme Champ!

MARK SANCTION:
Tonight, Jerod’s going to be defending his Supreme Championship against The Tarmogoyf. The Tarmogoyf’s manager, Bob, the Confidant, and Jerod recently had a heated exchange on Twitter where Bob claimed that his monster will be the next Supreme Champion and that didn’t sit too well with the current Supreme Champion.

MATT STEEL:
Why would you wanna piss off Jerod? Granted, if you’ve got The Tarmogoyf as your client, you can go around pissing off pretty much anyone you want, but pissing off Jerod is still a very bad idea.

The champion makes his way to the ring as the audience showers him with boos that he simply ignores, opting out of his usual tactic of trash talking right back to the fans.

MARK SANCTION:
You have to admit, Matt, that Jerod seems to be taking The Tarmogoyf very lightly, if that clash on Twitter is any indication.

MATT STEEL:
Yeah, for once I’ll actually agree with you. He is taking The Tarmogoyf far too lightly. But, on the flip side, Bob was talking to Jerod as if he would be no match for his beast and it would be a cakewalk to get the title. You definitely don’t do that with a man like Jerod. Hopefully, he hasn’t gotten the thought that this will be an easy fight into The Tarmogoyf’s head. These two should BOTH be taking this extremely seriously.

Jerod enters the ring, through the middle and top ropes, and walks across it, demanding a microphone from somebody at ringside. Hana Ramierez is the one who hands him a microphone, which Jerod grabs with authority and turns to the audience. His music dies down, as do the boos, although they’re a lot slower to go.

JEROD BARNEZ:
Last month, I was disrespected by this company and Bella Quinn, when my first title defense was booked against Drake Dysfunction. After the show, I asked - quite politely - that I be shown a bit more respect when it comes to choosing my future title defenses. Now, tonight, I take on The Tarmogoyf.

The boos are brought right back as the audience isn’t very fond of XWA’s residentially monster either.

JEROD BARNEZ:
It’s really bad when even these idiots realize how dumb that decision is. The Tarmogoyf? Yeah, he’s big. He’s a ‘monster’ as this Bob guy will never shut the fuck up about. That doesn’t make him good. That doesn’t make him worthy. Last year, when I beat Razer, I talked about the differences between him and I. We’re both big guys, we’re both powerful, but he’s a fighter. He throws fists. I’m a wrestler. The same can be said of this guy. He’s just a big, slow ape of a man. We’re almost the exact same size, but can he leap over the top rope? Can he do a picture perfect Moonsault? Yes, he’s strong, but I’m stronger. I’m faster. I know how to WRESTLE. I’ve already proven that being big and bad isn’t enough to beat me when I took this title from Razer. Apparently, it’s not much for The Tarmogoyf to beat many, as a matter of fact. Who, exactly, has he beaten here? A couple of losers we never saw before? Garland Lynx? Another big guy who can’t do anything I can do. Simply put, this is a disgrace to me and this is a disgrace to my championship.

Jerod closes his eyes and shakes his head, sighing internally.

JEROD BARNEZ:
But, you know, I guess it’s not all bad. It does give me a chance to put this ‘monster’ in his place. His confidant had the stupidity to try to intimidate me. He’s not afraid to ‘poke the bear’, as he put it. I’m not a bear. Bears aren’t smart. They’re just big animals that try to maul their prey to death. The Tarmogoyf is a bear. Sure, if you’re not smart enough to bring a gun when you go hunting bears, you’ll get torn apart. Myself? I have a gun. It’s in the form of my wrestling ability. You didn’t poke the bear, Bobby. You pissed off a very smart beast. Mix that in with the fact that, apparently, I need to start murdering some fucking people to get the respect I deserve around here and your monster isn’t in a very good position. This isn’t an opportunity for him, it’s a sacrifice. Goyf, I want you to demand an apology from your confidant. He’s not the one that’s gonna suffer for what he’s said. While you’re at it, get an apology from whoever decided this match was a good idea for booking it. But make sure to do that before the bell rings, because you’re not gonna get a chance afterwards.

The champion grins.

JEROD BARNEZ:
Now, before I go to the back to strap up my boots, I have two other quick statements I need to make. First, Laurel - maybe I didn’t make myself clear after Unstoppable. I wasn’t just criticizing you. I was warning you. You don’t care about the grand prize of this company? Fine. But don’t act like my superior until you prove it. And the only way you can prove it is by fighting me, not Alice Harris, not Richard Maxwell, not Ace Andrews. You want to spend your time ‘stopping them’? Go for it. But until you beat ME, you are not my superior.

Jerod pauses briefly after this, giving a moment to let what he just said sink in to everyone. It’s clear he wants to fight Laurel and he wants the whole world to know it - especially Laurel.

JEROD BARNEZ:
And that leaves the Lord of the Ring. You will not be taking the Supreme Championship home in Japan, no matter who is in your way, because I’m the one that’s gonna be in your fucking way. I’ll be honest, Mikey, I like you. Take that as a big ass compliment, because I don’t like many people. You’re not a loud mouth. You’re not like every other person who hasn’t done a damn thing to prove they’re better than me, yet keep saying they are. You’re confident you’ll win the Supreme Championship in a few months, that’s good. If you think you’re gonna lose, you’re fucked from the beginning. But you don’t make unwarranted claims. You prefer to let your talking be made in the ring. I like that. But don’t think for a second that this means I won’t hesitate to tear you apart. After I beat The Tarmogoyf, and then take out whoever I need to take out in Chile and Australia, I’ll see you in Japan. And then, after that, I’ll see my next challenger over the ocean. Nobody is beating me - nobody. I’m gonna tear through the entire roster until there’s no one left to challenge me. And then, after that ... I’ll do it all over again.

With that, Jerod nonchalantly drops his microphone and exits the ring, “Beast” begin to play again as he does so.

MARK SANCTION:
Arrogant as ever, but Jerod is determined to keep his championship for a long, long time. Will he be able to get past the monster that is The Tarmogoyf tonight, though?

MATT STEEL:
My money’s on Jerod, but it’s gonna be a lot tougher than he thinks. He’ll definitely have to earn this win tonight, but that’s what Jerod does - he earns it.

The show fades out to the next segment as Jerod coldly makes his way up the ramp.

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The XWA Tag Team Classic tournament- EXCLUSIVE to XWA Massacre!


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Austin Carter vs. Jayden Crosse

HANA RAMIEREZ:
The following match is a Chicago Street Fight, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…



Blue lights flicker as the beginning of Black by Sevendust begins to play in through the sound systems. Smoke overwhelms the stage as the intro of the song rings out.

“VOICES CALL, THEY CALL OUT MY NAME, MY NAME, MY NAME”

The camera’s pan to Austin Carter emerging from the bottom of the stage via platform, as cheers from the crowd being to fill the arena. Carter steps out onto the stage, turning around so the crowd can see his backside.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
From Chicago, Illinois… Weighing in at 205 lbs… He is "The Windy City Daredevil"... AAUUUSSTTINNN CARRTEERR!

”WELL, BOY LET ME TELL YA, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’VE SEEN.”

Pyrotechnics go off as he spreads both his arms making peace signs with his hands, as if his body were a cross.

”THEY SAY A DEVIL LIVES IN MY SOUL.
I PROMISE NOT TO LET HIM TAKE CONTROL.”


He proceeds to walk to the edge of the ring - he stops and begins to jump and shake his head and proceeds to walk to the steel steps and run up them. He then walks on the apron almost to the other turnbuckle and walks backwards, back to the other. He enters the ring climbing to the nearest turnbuckle, lifting both arms taunting his audience with peace signs. His music fades as he jumps down and walks to the corner nearest the announce table, hopping on to sit on the turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent.



“Oblivion” by Leiny hits the PA system, but the crowd overpowers the music with boos, as Jayden Crosse steps out to the ring, looking like his usual smug self.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois... Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… He is the “The Chicago Crossebow”... JAYDEEEEEEN CROSSE!

Jayden arrogantly smirks, seeming very full of himself, and makes a “I Can’t Hear You” taunt with his hand, leaning towards the audience who respond with even more boos that can be heard by the deaf, before raising his fists and yelling loudly like a warrior who is about to go into battle.

Crosse proudly walks down the ramp, like a model strutting on the catwalk, before entering the ring, facing down his rival for tonight. As the music fades, Crosse slowly enters the ring to begin the matchup.

The crowd in Brazil is highly vocal on who they are going for in the bout to come:


“Lets go Carter!” Clap. Clap. Clapclapclap. “Lets go Carter!” Clap. Clap. Clapclapclap..

DING DING DING!

MARK SANCTION:
And here we go… Austin Carter. Jayden Crosse. The battle of Chicago, here in Brazil!

Crosse and Carter move closer towards each other in an intense stare down between both men. Crosse offers up his hand to his fellow Chicagoan for a handshake before going forward with the matchup. Carter accepts as the two shake hands, Crosse aggressively swats Carter’s hand, releasing the hold. Both men circle each other in the ring just before locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Jayden’s left arm goes over Carter’s shoulder, as he grabs hold of Carter’s right. Up and over his head, Crosse hangs on to the arm as Carter rolls forwards, sliding back for a backflip. Carter, now reverses the hold, grabbing Crosse’s arm. Up and over the head, Carter wrenches the arm. Now placing it behind his opponent, Carter transitions to a headlock, using the snapmare to take down Crosse. Whilst still in the headlock, Crosse uses his legs to bring Carter’s person all the way down to the canvas. This action releases the hold and ends the exchange for the moment, as both men are up to their feet catching a breath. The crowd acknowledging the exchange with simple claps and woos.

MARK SANCTION:
Crosse coming out of a win, overcoming both Alex Krull and Drake Dysfunction. Austin Carter coming from two tough losses, both from the Television champion, LX-Tim.

MATT STEEL:
Easily, Crosse has an advantage in this match, but seeing Carter’s will and determination during those previous match and seeing how close he’s been to winning those matches, I’d be wrong to count him out.

A crowd member calls Carter’s attention as he lets out a smile and signals peace signs to the fan. After the interaction, Carter puts his sole focus on Crosse, once again the two circle the ring. Appearing to go for another collar-and-elbow tie up, Crosse quickly hugs the back of Carter, Carter quickly reverses it doing the exact same move. Crosse breaks apart the hold by forcibly releasing the clinch of Carter’s hands. Crosse keeps hold of the left arm of Carter, pushing down on his shoulder. Carter helplessly goes towards the ropes and then towards the corner, to try to relieve pressure on his shoulder. In the corner, Referee Samson calls for a break between the two men. Once they break, Crosse slaps the chest of Carter and backs away for a moment of cockiness as he lifts both arms, pointing to the sky:

“CROSSEBOW BAY BAY!”

Carter gets out of the corner and high fives Crosse as he taunts lifting both his arms, forming peace signs on both hands. Annoyed by the interruption of his “greatness”, Crosse gut kicks Carter into the corner and begins to stomp at his opponent causing Carter to be seated in the corner. Referee Samson begins to count but Crosse is quick to get into his face as Samson has word for the competitor:

“Back up! Back out of the corner!”

MARK SANCTION:
Jayden Crosse and Kirk Samson having some words. It seems like Crosse not afraid to break rules.

MATT STEEL:
I don’t think he ever has been, and I don’t think he even cares.

Crosse returns to his opponent, grabbing his arm, he irish whips Carter into the opposite corner. Crosse rushes in for a body splash but Carter is one step ahead as he escapes the corner before getting hit. Carter then runs and rebounds off the ropes meeting Crosse in the middle with a hurricanrana. Carter, slamming the mat before getting up to his feet. He returns to Crosse grabbing him by his head, Crosse pushes Carter off but Carter comes right back with a kick to the shin, followed by another and another. Carter then irish whips Crosse towards the ropes, leapfrogging when Crosse rebounded. As Crosse hit the other ropes, Carter met him with a spinning wheel kick.

MARK SANCTION:
And… That is what you see every week on Massacre and live events, if you like watching on TV you’ll love watching it LIVE.

MATT STEEL:
Are you done with your little plug? There’s still a match going on, jeez.

Carter, grabbing Crosse’s arm again, putting behind the back then transitioning to the head. Switching from his left to his right arm, he sweeps the leg, keeping his intertwined with Crosse’s. Carter lifts his arms up and places his hands together for make a prayer sign. He bridges backwards to reach over their head and locks their arms around the opponent's head.

MARK SANCTION:
Muta Lock applied here by Austin Carter.

“No! No!”

Crosse brings Carter's hands to his mouth, he bites his left hand to release the hold. Carter goes to his knees, shaking the bitten hand. Crosse brings Carter’s head up between his arms as he clutches his hands together, he hits Carter with a cheap elbow shot, the impact brings Carter to the nearest corner. Crosse repeats his action, bringing Carter’s head between his arms with his hands held together. Carter turns, now Crosse is in the corner, Carter shoulder blocks Crosse into the corner. He backs away from his opponent, obeying the referee, Carter returns for a swift kick to Crosse’s side as he is knocked out of the corner. Crosse now his knees, Carter pushes his torso back. Grabbing hold of his leg, Carter twists in the air, intertwining with Crosse’s left leg for the leg breaker.

“AHGH!”

Crosse tries to push Carter off but he's pushed back down to the mat. Carter grabs hold of the left leg, pushing in towards the torso, but Crosse pushes him off with both legs. Carter again returns to his opponent, grabbing his head. Before Carter could do anything, Crosse answers back with a jawbreaker, sending Carter once again towards the nearest corner. Crosse runs towards the corner…

MARK SANCTION:
Crosse following in...

SMACK!

MARK SANCTION:
And.. Carter elusive!

Carter stops the further assault with a kick to the head, Carter now up on the top rope, but Crosse is up and pushes him off as Carter hits his head on the apron coming down from the elevated position. Crosse who's still in the ring stays on his knees, smiling at the crowd. Rolling to the outside now, he motions for the crowd to move away from the guardrail. He grabs hold of Carter’s tights and neck, going to throw him over the railing…

MARK SANCTION:
Jayden Crosse is gonna look to pitch Austin Carter into the crowd..

Change of plans.

Crosse tosses Carter back into the ring, siking out the audience, he belly laughs. Crosse walks to the apron, looking under it, he comes up with a kendo stick. Sliding into the ring to meet a crawling Carter, Crosse wastes no time swinging away, strucking Carter to the ground. Crosse sets up the stick as if it were a bat, doing the usual routine of a batter in a baseball game before swinging for the ball, he move the stick around to insure he’s in his right position. He waits for Carter to goes to his knees. Once he does, Crosse strikes the head with power.


MARK SANCTION:
Shot to the head! He might want to try to give Carter a concussion here.

MATT STEEL:
Well look at it this way… It wouldn’t be his first.

Carter falls flat onto the mat face first, Crosse rolling him over for the cover:

ONE…
TW- KICKOUT!


MARK SANCTION:
Not enough to put away the Daredevil.

MATT STEEL:
Surprisingly…

Crosse sits Carter up, he pulls Carter back, ramming his knee on his back. Crosse pulls Carter again, performing the previous move. Crosse then runs towards the ropes, rebounding as he runs to the opposite ropes. He walks from the ropes and drops down, wrapping his arm around Carter's neck, pressing the biceps against one side of the neck and the inner bone of the forearm against the other side. The neck is squeezed inside the arm very tightly. Carter begins to fade out as the crowd cheers him on.

“Clap… Clap… Clap… Clapclapclapclap… Full applause.”

With the crowd behind him, Carter gains the strength to turn to his knees, slowly getting to his feet, Carter elbows his way out of the hold. Carter then strikes Crosse with kicks to the side of his leg. Crosse answers back with a clothesline, but Carter dodges it with a matrix type back bend. Crosse turns to face Carter only to lose a bit of saliva dude to a quick enziguri. Crosse down on the mat, Carter on his hands and knees, Carter slams on the mat getting back to his feet.

MARK SANCTION:
Carter on the comeback trail here! Getting pumped up, finding that inner strength.

Crosse is up, leaning on the ropes as Carter kicks his leg’s side yet again. Carter catching his breath, shoulder blocks Crosse’s knee, sending him to lean on another set of ropes. Carter grabs his arm, irish whipping him to the opposite side. Crosse reverses as he irish whips Carter to the other side, Carter comes back with the shoulder block. Crosse quick to get to his feet but Carter is quick to attack with a dropkick. Crosse then rolls out of the ring, holding and shaking his head. Carter runs to a side of the ring, ricocheting off the ropes. He runs to the opposite side jumping over the top rope, rotating in the air, he falls onto Crosse below. Carter is on his knees after his flight, arms wide open.

MARK SANCTION:
There is a reason he is called the Windy City Daredevil...

Carter is up to his feet returning to Crosse, lifting him from the strands of his hair. He grabs hold of Crosse’s arm, pulling him towards the steel steps. Crosse reverses it, sending Carter shoulder-first into the steps. Crosse proceeds to mount himself onto Carter's chest and throw punches towards the head area. Crosse gets off of his opponent, now heading to look under the ring, he grabs a chair. Crosse sets up the chair as if someone were to sit on it. Carter uses the barricade to get to his feet, he turns to face Crosse, unknowing of what's to come. Crosse runs onto the chair, leaping off it, performing a strike with the backside of his calf. This sends both men over the barricade and into the Brazilian crowd.

MARK SANCTION:
One-man poetry in motion by Jayden Crosse, sending both men over the barricade.

MATT STEEL:
Who does this guy think he is? Evel Knievel?

Carter crawls away from his opponent, shaking his head as Crosse follows in pursuit. Crosse walks over his body, slapping Carter’s head during the crawling. Crosse stops, lifting his arms as boos descend from the people around him. Crosse grabs hold on Carter’s tights and strands of his hair, he tosses him across the ground. Crosse walks to Carter, he lifts him to all fours. Crosse jumps, going for a knee drop…

He misses.

Carter moved out of the way, leaving Crosse to smash him knee on the concrete. Carter is slow to get to his feet, going to all fours before getting to a vertical base. Carter grabs hold of Crosse’s neck, walking him back towards the barricade. He tosses his opponent over the barrier as Carter climbs over to follow. Crosse rolls onto his knees, Carter grabs him once more, sending Crosse into the ring. Carter climbs onto the apron, he bounces onto the ropes, jumping forward off it with legs apart. He straddles Crosse's shoulders, while using the momentum to snap off a hurricanrana. Carter is on his knees, pumping his hands to the beat of the audience’s applause. Next. Carter rushes towards the corner, climbing up the top rope as Crosse is laid out on the canvas. Carter jumps forward from an elevated position and presses knees to chest, executes a backflip in mid-air, and lands on his oppo… ACE CRUSHER!


MARK SANCTION:
Jayden Crosse with the Second City Strike!

MATT STEEL:
Which version was that?

Crosse crawls on top of Carter for the cover:

ONE…

TWO…

THR- NO!


MARK SANCTION:
I have to tell you, Matt. I’ve seen enough matches to know that the heart of this kid is undeniable. The fact that he is able to kick out of that… Wow!

Crosse sits up, pushing back his hair. His face in disbelief, he thought the match was won. Crosse gets to his feet, walking to a corner, he waits for Carter to get up. Crosse begins to stomp the canvas. As Carter gets to his feet and turns to face his opponent, Crosse charges at him. He jumps up and kicks forward with both feet in a pedalling motion with their knee raised, going for the head…

MARK SANCTION:
Crosse is looking to finish things up in this one.

MATT STEEL:
Thank God! It feels as if this match has been going on for years… Wait a minute!

No!

MARK SANCTION:
Welcome to Brazil, Motherfucker!

MATT STEEL:
Mark, you and I both know that is not the proper name.

Carter was quick to react, kicking Crosse in the chin. Crosse goes to fall but Carter catches, applying a front facelock. Carter then pushes off the mat with his legs to flip Crosse and drive him onto the top of their head.

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MARK SANCTION:
The Windy City Thrill! The Windy City Thrill! Carter is going for the cover!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!


DING DING DING!

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here is your winner… AAUUUSSTTINNN CARRTEERR!

MARK SANCTION:
The battle of Chicago is over and the daredevil is the one who reigns supreme!

MATT STEEL:
I doubted him, not gonna lie. Kid’s got heart, I'll give him that.

Carter rolls out of the ring after having his hand held high. He greets fans on his way up the ramp, just before disappearing to the backstage area as the next segment begins.
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Re: Creature From The XWA (25/03/2017)

Postby DJS » Sat Apr 01, 2017 2:16 am

We move backwards from what appears to be the Sydney Opera House. The sky is blue and the sun is beaming, as light bounces off the water. Next to the harbour, we see a man we've not seen in two months. He is considerably more tanned than he was last time we saw him, but no different in any other way. He leans against a small metal bannister, overseeing some boats and seagulls flying around. And then, once he notices us, he turns and smiles, uttering his first words.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Hi.

Sniffing in the sea air, he removes his sunglasses and pins them on the front of his collar.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Diamond Jack Sabbath here- Innovator of Anarchy, Beating Heart of the XWA, you may have heard of me- and I'm here in Australia. No, I did not want to come to Brazil. Also, given the location of our next Supershow "If You Want Blood", you would think I'd be in Melbourne but I'm actually here in Sydney, because it's a much nicer city. I have spent the last two months in Melbourne and it's a dump. It has a stadium and a bridge- that's about it. Sick of the sight of it.

He places his hands in his pockets now, his smile dropping as he stands up to face us.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Obviously, this is the first time you guys have seen me since I was suspended from the XWA back in January, which I have had lifed. The campaign to have me reinstated has been ridiculous. But I'm back now, I'm released from the shackles that have held me and I've decided to go out of my way and speak directly to you lot, because look what's happened since I left! Look how absolutely mad everything gets when I'm not around. Look at how many people have started to run around and say that the place belongs to them because they knew I wasn't around to counter them. It's an absolute travesty! But y'know what they say- while the cat's away and all that.

Now he shakes his head, letting out a small breath from his nostril.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
It all goes back to the original reason I joined the Survivors. I'm the longest-tenured wrestler on the current roster, and for some reason that means people assume I'm on my way out and once they realised I'm not, they turned feral and tried to push me out. Someone recently said that I was "throwing down my crown", but I don't remember ever saying that. When have you ever heard Diamond Jack Sabbath say that? Oh go on, have a really good think. You've never heard me say that. The fact is you need me to be here. Imagine an XWA without Diamond Jack Sabbath. Seriously- try it. Everything you'd be missing out on. All the things I'd done, completely gone. No...you can't. Because you need me. I am a crucial part of this company. THE crucial part. All ever do is create moments and keep this place moving forward, and for that I'm the villain?

No.

He stops for a moment to think about how he wants to make his next point. He "hmm"s, he hesitates, he scratches the side of his head until suddenly Jack launches in with--

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Lets say you're a kid and you're on a big, open beach. People keep coming and going, but you're always there and one day, you build a sandcastle. A load of kids come over and just because they're on the same beach as you, they say it's there's now. Do you take that? No, you tell them straight, and that's where I am right now. Laurel Anne Hardy can come along and talk about how she's the new Beating Heart of the XWA. Is she? No, and as long as I breathe she never will be, because she doesn't have that same symbiotic relationship with this place as I do. She can try, but she doesn't get it. And neither did...

Abruptly, he pauses. His expression is one of seriousness now. He closes his eyes, realising the can of worms he's about to open.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Neither did Amy. Oh yeah, we'll go down that road, too. Everyone had something to say about what I did to my poor estranged wife Amy Taylor, despite her completely provoking me. I spent the last month as the Most Hated Man in the entire company. Amy was supposed to be the one person who had my back no matter what I did. She stuck with me through everything, supported me through everything, but I knew she was just waiting for me to pack it in here. She was waiting for the day where it'd just be me and her. So when some new guys come along trying to claim the place as their own, was she with me? Nah, she warned me off them. She accused me of being "intimidated". But Diamond Jack Sabbath backs down to no one, and she had to learn that. I don't back down to them, I don't back down to her and I certainly don't back down to Smith Jones.

Of all the people in the world who wanted me back in the XWA, it was him the most, doing his 'kid badgering his parents for a toy' routine. "Oh please mum, please can I have it, oh pleasepleasepleaseplease!" I'm surprised you didn't end up promising to do your homework every night for a year just to get the sodding match!

He wipes his forehead of the sweat that he's getting from being so fired up and the obnoxiously sunny Australian weather, but uses this to slow himself down.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Y'know, everyone's talking about this big Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath rematch in a month's time and how epic it's going to be and how back-and-forth it's gonna be. Two-out-of-Three-Falls- Smith picks one fall's stipulation, I pick one. Smith says he's picked his stipulation- good for him. I've picked mine too, but I'll show you mine if you show me yours. But wait- there's more! Because then the fans- who always make "the BEST decision"- pick the last fall's stipulation but don't waste your time or think too hard about that cos it won't get there. I'm going to beat Smith Jones again, just like the first time, because he just isn't on my level. He can do the best impression of someone who is that he likes, but he isn't there. He will never reach that. Smith, you will try to beat me because you need to justify why you're gonna be Supreme XWA Champion this year and I'm going to beat you because I'm sick of you. I'm sick of your neediness. I'm sick of your presumtiousness. I'm sick of your constant hassling. And the fact I've had to look as your face as often as I have in my life offends me too.

He moves in closer.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
So at If You Want Blood, I'm not just going to punch it in and pin you once, I'm going to do it twice. You're gonna be the example that people use in the future when people ask the question "why don't you mess around with Diamond Jack Sabbath?", because that is all you were ever put on this Earth to be, Smith. That's all you'll ever be.

He begins to speak a little softer and a bit slower, as he gets as close to us as he can without his entire head being out of our view.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
But until then, do what you always do and pretend that you're anywhere near my level. Face off with Laurel Anne Hardy and have a good little match with her, but I'll be doing my thing and doing it really bloody well. The next time you see me, I'll be stood across the ring from you. If you want this, you've got it, and I'll make you regret every single moment of your life where you've ever thought "I can beat him." Because read my lips loud and clear- Smith Jones, you cannot beat me.

It's my world. It's my XWA and next month, I'm gonna prove to you all that I'm keeping it.

And with that, he walks off, out of view, as we fade back to the arena.

MARK SANCTION:
Well ladies and gentlemen, that was of course Diamond Jack Sabbath who, as you just heard, will face off against Smith Jones next month in a Two-Out-Of-Three-Falls match.

MATT STEEL:
I don't like Smith's chances. Already, I think he's in way over his head. Sabbath is one of the best in the world, legitimately.

MARK SANCTION:
And so is Smith Jones.

MATT STEEL:
Either way, I think we're all in agreement that match is going to be absolutely insane.

MARK SANCTION:
What a night it has been Matt, and we are not even half way through!

MATT STEEL:
That is right Mark, first that fatal four way, then the street fight? Tonight has been filled with action, and that was only the start of it!

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LJ Summers vs. Michael Swift

The lights die out all at once, shrouding the arena in complete darkness, the audience waiting with bated breath. For a bit, the camera just pans over the crowd, show casing the full Ibirapuera stadium. Eventually, the view settles on the entrance ramp, only the sound of the audience fidgeting in union filling the air. That is, until the the sound of guitar rings out, throwing damn near everyone into a fervor! While the simple riff repeats over and over, the crowd starts to vocalize in an poor attempt to match the build up of “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC. It starts off quiet, but quickly gets louder and louder as more fans join in.

THUNDER!

MARK SANCTION:
Can you hear that Matt? The sound of twenty thousand XWA fans getting ready for The Thunder From Down Under!

MATT STEEL:
We haven't seen this kid in single actions for months, they might want to calm down a bit.

The drums start to course through the speakers, riling up the crowd even more. Almost everyone is standing in order to full partake in the joy of the song, and a surprising amount shout along. Still yet, the arena is under the cover of darkness, the only light coming form the smartphones littering the stadium. The song plays and plays, riling up the crowd more and more. They don't all the words, in fact far from it, but the raw energy of the song, the electrifying voice of Brian Johnson singing out powers them, inspires them to try their best to sing along.

You've been...

THUNDERSTRUCK!


MARK SANCTION:
Just listen to them! Everyone is on their feet!

MATT STEEL:
Do we really need to sit through all of this? I mean, it is a good song, but I am here for wrestling.

MARK SANCTION:
Please, if this was Jerod or Goyf or any of your favorites you would be telling me to sit down and shut up.

MATT STEEL:
First off, I don't play favorit-

MARK SANCTION:
Oh what is this bullshi-

MATT STEEL:
Hey, I don't go around interrupting yo-

MARK SANCTION:
WHAT?

MATT STEEL:
I correct yo-

MARK SANCTION:
Oh that makes it so much better!

MATT STEEL:
I am just sa-

At long last, a lightning bolt shoots from the rafters, striking right at the top of the ramp. Despite the covering absorbing the electricity, those near can still feel the force of the impact, their eyes wide open in awe. The spot smokes slightly at first, but soon it thickens as more and more billows out. There is whispering in Portuguese that can barely be picked up by a few of the cameras.

Went down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to the Texas, yeah Texas
And we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules, played all the fools
Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds


MARK SANCTION:
You know what, fuck you, I am gonna listen to the music and the fans and cheer for who I think is going to walk out on top tonight.

MATT STEEL:
Wait, you think Summers is going to win?

At long last, a figure can be seen in the cloud, muscular and tall. He stands there as everyone just behind the wall of thick smoke cheers out to him, letting the music wash over him. Finally, at another surge in the intensity of the music, he struts forward. The man wears blue tights, the southern cross running down the side of each flag. On his back is the Australian flag, flowing back like a cape. For a moment he stand there, looking out at the sea of people cheering, cheering for him. Spreading his arms wide, he lets out a thunderous roar, his body quivering at the raw expulsion of noise.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, making their way to the ring first...

MARK SANCTION:
Yes Matt, I do. Let me guess, that is wrong too.

MATT STEEL:
I mean, that is the norm.

With his arms still out stretched, the man begins to march down the ramp, plenty of those lining the aisle reaching out in an attempt to touch him. The way this man attracts attention, it would be easy to miss the two other shapes in the smoke behind him. But when the titian of a man marches out in only his black trunks and pair of black boots, it is hard to miss him. Somehow towering over the man actually wrestling tonight and built like a tank, this grizzly rushes over to just behind his friend and tag partner. Flanking the two is a blond woman, almost every bit of skin exposed from her black dress being covered in intricate tattoos. This herd soon finds themselves standing just outside of the ring, posing in front of it for a moment.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
...from Melbourne, Australia, weighting in at two hundred eighty five pounds, he is the The Southern Star...

MARK SANCTION:
Whatever, here comes Summers!

MATT STEEL:
wait, who the fuck is that?

MARK SANCTION:
Levinator? Summers tag team partner?

MATT STEEL:
What? No Mark. The woman!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh, Skyla! Yeah, she is Summers manager. From the same island as-

MATT STEEL:
Oh my god Mark, no one cares where she is from, just that she is here.

The man out in front separates off from the pack, slowly ascending the steel steps, taking each one a single step at a time. All the while the crowd is still cheering and sounding out “THUNDER!” as the giant of a man ends up on the apron. With a shrug of his shoulders, the flag falls into the waiting hands of his tag team partner and his manager. He doesn't just step into the ring, no, he grabs onto the top rope and leaps over it, an impressive feat for a man of his size. However, he doesn't even act as if this is anything special, just circling the ring as the crowd rains down their applause.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
LJ SUMMERS!

MARK SANCTION:
Anyhow, Summers is coming back after a hiatus. Before that he was in the hunt for the Television Title!

MATT STEEL:
Oh yeah. Then Tim beat the shit out of him right?

MARK SANCTION:
Beat him Matt. Summers put up one hell of a fight.

LJ Summers lets out another mighty roar, right from the diaphragm as the music starts to die, a smile formed on his face, no doubt incredibly grateful for the reception of the Brazilian fans. However, he can't only thank them, and looks over to his friend in Levinator and manager in Skyla LaLo, giving them both a view of his toothy grin. He was going to win tonight and make them proud, he knows it.

WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME

MATT STEEL:
Ah, and here comes the man who will beat the shit out of Summers tonight!

MARK SANCTION:
Just like he was gonna beat the shit out of Smith?

MATT STEEL:
You can't win them all, but with Swift's challenge for Baka Gaijin and his taking off next show, he is going to build up all the momentum he can!

Strobe lights begin to flash as the bass powers through the speakers, as the man who looks to deny Summers his single resurgence slowly makes his way onto the entrance ramp. While there are plenty of cheers, it pales in comparison to those for The Oceanic Suplex Machine, not that he seems to care much. No, he just stand there in his blue fighter shorts, his matching eyes trained on his opponent. And The Thunder From Down Under is more than glad to lock eyes, not a single bit for fear showing on his face.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And his opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada...

MARK SANCTION:
That doesn't mean he is going to win.

MATT STEEL:
Well yeah, but look at it like this, Swift has only lost three times in the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance. The first was to Kahlan. Second was to Adam Fenric. Third was to Smith Jones. What do these three have in common?

MARK SANCTION:
Literally nothing.

MATT STEEL:
They aren't from Australia!

Finally, the man starts to march down the ramp, his eyes completely unwavering, as if already sizing up his opponent. The walk is slow, measured even, the entire way not even looking to see the fans who once more reach out. Soon, he finds himself at ring side, just in front of the four hundred pound behemoth Levinator and the much smaller Skylo. For the first time, the man's eyes shift, looking right at the bear of a man. After a few tense moments, he moves towards the steps, though his eyes still remained trained on the wrestling legend.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
...weighting in at two hundred forty pounds, he is your Lord of the Ring...

MARK SANCTION:
...That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. And the fact that every time we cast together I have to say that is painful.

MATT STEEL:
Hey man, I don't make the facts.

In order to get into the ring, the man has to wrench his eyes from Levinator, and looking back at Summers as he slips under the second rope. The Australian into the ring locks eyes with him, watching as the man finally takes his time to acknowledge the crowd, waving out to them. However, this little bit of attention is fleeting, looking right back at LJ.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
MICHAEL SWIFT!

MARK SANCTION:
Look, I am not saying that Swift isn't good, but take a moment and look at Summers. The crowd loves him, he has people in his corner to support him. Swift has his talent and nothing else here tonight.

MATT STEEL:
Swift doesn't need anything else. He is gonna take Mr. Superbrawl Winner's face and pound it into jelly.

For the first time in a while, it isn't Swift who is the tallest in the ring. While not being dwarfed by his Australian opponent, Summers has a clear few inches on the Lord of the Ring, enough so he has to look up slightly to lock eyes. Meanwhile the ANZAC Warrior glances downward, a sly smirk on his face as he size up his opponent. While the two inches and forty five pounds difference might cause pause to many, Swift is unshaken. In fact, the Lord of the Ring raises up a closed first, holding it out int the space between the two wrestlers.

MARK SANCTION:
I really think you are underestimating Summers here. Look at the size difference.

MATT STEEL:
What about it?

MARK SANCTION:
You point out how Swift is bigger than most of the roster all the time!

MATT STEEL:
To accentuate that on top of his skills, he has reach advantages.

The ANZAC Warrior eyes shift to the balled up fist, just hanging in the air in front of him. The little smirk that was on his face growing into a full fledged smile, before the man from Australia extends his own fist, tapping it against Swift's. Both men, and head off to their respective corners, Summer planting his back against his, while Swift lifts his arm up and drops it against the top turnbuckle.

DING DING DING!

By the time Summers has step out of his corner, Swift has already bounded across the ring, a fist arching through the air, crashing into the side of The Oceanic Suplex Machine's skull, leaving a nice red mark. The force of the blow couple with LJ being completely off guard forces the big man right against the turnbuckle, arms up to protect his face from further assault.

MARK SANCTION:
Swift with a big right hook!

MATT STEEL:
Oh no, look at Swift. He is in so much trouble.

MARK SANCTION:
Because the opening seconds of a match are all that matters.

But that doesn't stop the Lord of the Ring, arms shooting out and clasping just behind the neck of his opponent. Pulling himself in tight, Swift's leg thrusts up and forward, slamming knee first into the solar-plexus of Summers. The big man's mouth opens as the air in his lungs is violently expelled, little bits of spit accompanying it. The crowd immediately starts rallying behind Summer, mostly in chants of his last name, though occasional bits of Portuguese encouragement can be heard, trying to will The ANZAC Warrior to fight his way free. Leading in these chants is Skyla, the worry on her face plain as day, though still trying to support LJ in whatever way she could. The bear of a man standing next to her however, is strangely silent, just scowling as he watches.

MARK SANCTION:
A big knee from Swift just rocks Summers!

MATT STEEL:
This is why size matters less for Swift, he is just going to close and strike until his opponent drops.

Swift rears his leg back again, looking to once more get some leverage. However, when his foot pushes off the ground, Summers shoves forward with his might. While Swift might be able to bare it normally, with one foot in the air he goes falling back, crashing to the mat. It isn't for long, as the Lord of the Ring almost immediately rolls back, rising once more to his feet. There is only enough time for The Thunder From Down Under to take a step towards the center of the ring. It can only be a step though, because Swift is charging right back in, not allowing Summers any breathing room.

MARK SANCTION:
And Summers pushes himself free BUT SWIFT ROLLS TO HIS FEET!

MATT STEEL:
LJ can be as strong as he wants, but that won't matter if Swift denies him the ability to fight back!

The Lord of the Ring's arm arches though the air once more, this time tucking in a bit, the point of his elbow slicing its way across the forehead of LJ Summers, crushing its way past the forearms the Australian throws up in an attempt to protect him along the way. The big man recoils, his head violently whipping away from the strike, seemingly a bit groggy from the blunt force impact. In an attempt to escape the corner, Summers tries to dart along the ring rope, but with a single step to the side Swift places himself between The Oceanic Suplex Machine and freedom.

MARK SANCTION:
What an elbow!

MATT STEEL:
And Swift continues to put the pressure on, what can Summers do to save himself?

Once again the Las Vegas looks to press his advantage, getting ready to take another swing to the face of his opponent. However, Summers has other plans. With a surge of adrenaline, The ANZAC Warrior smashes both of his palms into the chest of Swift, sending the Lord of the Ring to the mat once more. While Swift manages to roll back to his feet, this time he is greeted by two hundred eighty five pounds exploding out of the corner, spinning before wrapping a tree trunk sized arm across his throat, the sickening sound of muscle obliterating soft flesh filling the arena. The crowd goes wild, and Skyla looks like the weight of the world has been lifted from her shoulders, the biggest grin upon her face.

MARK SANCTION:
Thunderstruck! Summers powers out and hits a Thunderstruck!

MATT STEEL:
Oh wow I felt that from here.

Swift's body crumples to the mat, and Summers wastes no time dropping to his knees and hooking the leg!

ONE

TW-


Life return to Swift as he throws a shoulder up, though Summer rolls away before the Las Vegas wrestler can catch his arm.

MARK SANCTION:
Almost gets a two off of that move alone!

Both men rush to their feet, but it is the Australian who is up first. Taking advantage of his quick rise, Summers takes Swift's back, placing his head under the armpit of the smaller wrestler. Almost effortlessly The Oceanic Suplex Machine lifts the Lord of the Ring into the air, stalling for a moment! But that moment is all that Swift needs, his legs jerking down as he twists his body. Thrown off balance by the sudden shift in weight, there is nothing Summers can do to stop himself from get flip over onto his back, crashing into the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
Summers looks for a back suplex but Swift counters with a headlock takedown!

MATT STEEL:
See, even if Summers takes an inch, Swift will just cut him off once again!

Swift latches his hands together, keeping LJ's skull trapped in the nook of his arm. The big man starts to struggle and flail, trying to escape the hold, but in this disadvantageous position, even his raw power fails to free him. It doesn't help that as the big man struggles, the Las Vegas wrestler tightens his grip, making sure his prey can't break out. With no warning, one of Swift's legs curls inwards, the tip of his knee ramming into the crown of Summer's head.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my god that knee strike!

MATT STEEL:
You can hear the crowd not liking that one, but can't deny that Swift is using an effective option. If he keeps focusing that skull, LJ might just get knocked out.

The blow only drives The ANZAC Warrior to struggle further, trying to find some way to leverage his superior strength to his advantage. At first he tries to push against the jaw of Swift with his thick arms, but when that doesn't work, he lets out a mighty roar and curls a leg of his own. The Lord of the Ring's whole body shutters as the knee crashes into his back, his hands finally forced apart.

MARK SANCTION:
But Summers fights back! Just listen to the crowd now!

MATT STEEL:
For now Mark, but if Swift could almost end the match with tha-

MARK SANCTION:
What are you talking about, there was still plenty of fight left in both of them!

The Thunder From Down Under sits up, trying to rise to his feet as fast as possible. His opponent, sporting a nice new patch of red on his back, beings to follow suit, knowing that he needs to keep the pressure, that if he gives Summers even an inch, the giant will not hesitate to crush him with the raw difference in strength. However, the Lord of the Ring is moving just a tad bit too slow, and the second he turns to face LJ, he get greeted with clamped hands to the top of his skull.

MARK SANCTION:
What a Polish hammer!

MATT STEEL:
It looks like Summers is powering back, but for how long?

The strike causes Swift's knees to buckle, but he refuses to fall back to the mat. Instead, the Las Vegas wrestler throws his upper body forward, weakly wrappings his arms around the waist of Summers, trying to stabilize himself. The sudden influx of weight pressing against LJ doesn't even make him budge, standing there tall, looking over his opponent. After a mere moment, he leans forward, wrapping his arms around the waist of Swift, letting out a roar as he lifts the smaller wrestler into the air!

MARK SANCTION:
Swift is feeling the power difference now, and look at that belly to belly lift!

MATT STEEL:
I'll give give him credit, he does have power here.

While he struggles, the best he can, there is little Swift can do to stop The Oceanic Suplex Machine from falling back, driving the Lord of the Ring into the mat. Clutching the base of his spine, Swift tries to roll away, not wanting to be caught by another suplex from The ANZAC Warrior. On the outside, Skyla is going nuts, slapping the apron and yelling out encouragement! Summers springs to his feet, filled with energy as he roars out again, which only riles up the crowd further! Like a hawk, the Australian's eyes then dart over to the Lord of the Ring, grabbing onto the ring ropes in an attempt to pull himself up. With purpose in every step, The Thunder From Down Under stomps his way over, grabbing onto Swift's skull and dragging him to his feet.

MARK SANCTION:
The whole arena is frothing at the mouth Matt! Listen to them cheer!

MATT STEEL:
That might get into a normal wrestler's head, but Swift has proven in his bouts with Ookami that he won't break from that.

The Lord of the Ring tries to shove his way free, but the two hundred eighty five pounds of Australian muscle barely moves. In fact, his only movements seem to be in the exact opposite direction from what Swift was trying for, crushing the smaller wrestler against the ropes. Suddenly, LJ grabs onto the wrist of the Las Vegas wrestler and pulls back, launching him towards the other side of the ring. However, Summers has no intention of releasing his opponent's arm, instead pulling him back in, arm arcing through the air, on a direct collision course with Swift's skull!

MARK SANCTION:
Short-arm clo-

However, the limb only catches air, as the Lord of the Ring ducks forward, letting it just gaze his neck hair. The momentum keeps him moving forward, until the arm still held by Summers collides against the Australian's chest, causing him to swing around the back. With perfect timing, Swift jumps up, his free arm making its way across the throat of LJ as the other wrenches itself free, letting the Las Vegas wrestler complete his rotation. Even with the difference in strength, Summers finds himself falling back, crashing into the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
Monster Hunter! Swift hits the Monster Hunter!

MATT STEEL:
LJ's arm clips the hair on Swift's neck, but you can't keep our Lord of the Ring down for long!

The second the Lord of the Ring's feet touch the ground, he takes off full sprint towards the edge of the ring. All two hundred forty pounds of Swift rebound off of the ropes, launching him back towards his slowly rising opponent. Poor Summers doesn't even get a chance to spot the smaller wrestler before he throws himself into the air, turn one eighty degrees and driving his heel into the jaw of the Australian man. Instantly LJ's legs turn to jello, causing Skyla to gasp, trying to cover her mouth as she watches her man twitch a little. The crowd is not pleased by this, and they are more than glad to voice their displeasure as Swift drops down and hooks the leg.

MARK SANCTION:
What a rolling sole kick!

MATT STEEL:
SUMMERS IS OUT! SUMMERS IS OUT!

ONE

T-


MATT STEEL:
WHAT?

On sheer instinct Swift rolls off of Summers, looking at the four hundred pounds of Australian legend that has taken a step towards the ring, his face dangerously close to the ropes. The bear of a man known only as Levinator smirks as he looks straight into the eyes of Lord of the Ring. Staring back, the Lord of the Ring's face contorts, brow furling and lips sneering.

MATT STEEL:
THIS IS BULLSHIT! KICK THE OLD MAN OUT OF THE ARENA!

MARK SANCTION:
Matt, if the roles were reversed right now, you would be justifying this. You were even generous to him in his match at Untouchables!

MATT STEEL:
THAT WAS BEFORE HE WAS A DIRTY CHEATER!

Summers starts to stir, clutching at his starting to swell jaw. Seeing that his friend is okay, the giant slowly takes a step back, keeping his eyes trained on the clearly agitated Swift. With the big distraction out of the way, the Lord of the Ring rises up, looking at the sitting LJ. Not wanting to waste any time, he steps forward, letting a leg arch out and crash onto the back of the ANZAC warrior, leaving a nice red mark in the shape of a shin. Summers shouts out in pain, his eyes wrenching shut as the rest of his body recoils. The crowd begins to rally once more, having seen its success earlier in the match.

MARK SANCTION:
With the pin interrupted, Swift is taking to just kicking Summers now!

MATT STEEL:
Hey, whatever works.

Blocking out the distraction of the audience, Swift rears back his leg once more before letting it fly. This time however, Summers' hand shoots out, grabbing onto the limb. With gritted teeth, The Thunder From Down Under begins to stand, all while the Lord of the Ring tries to squirm his leg free. No luck on that end though, as LJ's grip holds tight. Instead, The Oceanic Suplex Machine pulls the Las Vegas wrestler in, sticking his head under the smaller wrestler's arm, and wrapping his arms around the chest. With a mighty roar, Summers falls back, hurling Swift overhead!

MARK SANCTION:
T-bone suplex from the resident Oceanic Suplex Machine!

MATT STEEL:
That he wouldn't have gotten if now for his cheating friend!

MARK SANCTION:
You don't actually know that. You understand that right?

Crashing down upon the mat shoulders first, the Lord of the Ring skids a bit. His jaw clenches, but he still pulls himself up, just in time to see Summers heading right towards him. The large Australian leaps forward and peddles one leg, the other following behind it. With little other option, Swift throws his weight to the side, letting the foot of The ANZAC Warrior whiz just past his face.

MARK SANCTION:
Summers looks for the Cadel Evans Special, but Swift just manages to avoid it!

MATT STEEL:
I would have been so mad if Levinator's little interference costed Swift his face.

The Las Vegas wrestler wastes no time in lifting an arm up, trapping Summer's leg upon his shoulder. Rising to his full height, Swift clasps his hands behind the neck of his opponent. The Lord of the Ring tries to throw LJ over his head, but The Oceanic Suplex Machine, reaches out and grabs the top rope, the leverage keeping him planted on the ground.

MARK SANCTION:
It looks like Swift is trying for a capture suplex, but Summers has the ropes!

MATT STEEL:
Come on Swift, there is no way you let that stop you!

Summers turns so his still hanging leg is in front of him. Bending it, The ANZAC Warrior manages to trap the skull of the Lord of the Ring in the nook behind his knee. Slowly, ever so slowly, LJ puts weight down on Swift's neck, just more and more, until the Las Vegas wrestler's knees start to buckle, his grip slipping free. Letting out a roar, Summers forces the Lord of the Ring to a knee, ripping free from the hold Swift had. The near arm of the smaller wrestler still loosely grabs to The Thunder From Down Under's shoulder, giving LJ an idea. The Australian man grapevines his arms around Swift's, wrenching it as the Lord of the Ring screams out in pain.

MARK SANCTION:
It doesn't look like he can, as Summers just uses his raw strength to force Swift down to the mat...and lock a modified armbar!

MATT STEEL:
And he is just threatening to tear that arm out of the socket!

Skyla begins to scream out in joy, the angle of the hold denying the Lord of the Ring from reaching the ropes. She knows that her man has this, that in this very moment he will break the man who has a mere two months to cash his shot for the Supreme XWA Championship, and it more than glad to inform the world of it. The crowd begin to chant, letting their desire to see the big man win be known. And with his passing second, each shriek of excitement, each chant against him, Swift's face contorts in pain. He doesn't want to scream out, to share just how each moment the hold threatens to snap his arm like a twig is affecting him. However, he can't last forever, and through his grimacing lips begins to escapes slight whispers of pain.

MARK SANCTION:
Thinking of switching picks now Matt.

MATT STEEL:
On the one hand, I hate being wrong. On the other, siding with you. It is a tough call.

MARK SANCTION:
Really? You can just possibly admit you may be wrong?

MATT STEEL:
Hey, match isn't over yet, your words, not mine.

MARK SANCTION:
Of course.

The Las Vegas wrestler's head begins to sag downwards, eyes shutting. Jack Tickles kneels down beside him, asking if he is ready to submit. The Lord of the Ring shakes his head no, but the sounds from him are turning into full on screams of agony. His free hand meekly slaps at the Australian, trying to loosen the hold in whatever way he can. This only spurs Summers to tighten the hold, letting out his own triumphant roar. Suddenly, Swift rolls his body, his free arm garbing on the other as the Las Vegas wrestler throws himself to the mat. The influx of weight sends Summers flipping forward, landing on his back!

MARK SANCTION:
Well, this hold seems to b-Swift breaks free with an arm drag of some kind!

MATT STEEL:
See!

Summers rolls through, right on back to his feet, though clutching at his arm. Seeing this, Swift charges forward, right at the back of the Australian man. In one fluid motion he wraps his arms around the waste of LJ and hoists him up and over his head! The only ring shakes as The Thunder From Down Under crashes into the mat shoulders first!

MARK SANCTION:
Swift with a German suplex!

But Swift isn't letting go, rolling back to his feet and dragging Summers with him. Again the Las Vegas wrestler lifts his opponent up and drives him back into the mat!

MARK SANCTION:
And a second suplex!

The Lord of the Ring is clearly far from down, rolling to his feet once again. The ragdoll that Summers' body has become is lifted as well, held in an upright position. Swift lets out a roar as he goes to lift his opponent once again, but this time the Australian doesn't budge. The Las Vegas wrestler is starting to breath heavy, letting off the pressure for just a moment. But a moment is all The Oceanic Suplex Machine needs, coming to life by ripping the hands from around his waist and spinning around Swift!

MARK SANCTION:
And he goes for the hat trick but NO!

MATT STEEL:
Is Summers going to counter?

The larger wrestler now has his arms wrapped around the Lord of the Ring's waist, looking to return much of the punishment inflicted upon him. Sensing danger, Swift leans forward, fighting the big man for every inch that he lifts. The doesn't stop Summers from trying, rising the Las Vegas wrestler higher with every moment that passes. That is, until Swift reaches out and grabs the leg of his opponent, almost desperately wrapping his arms around it. Ripping himself free of the Australian's grasp, the Lord of the Ring's whole body rolls into place, slamming Summers down face first to the mat as he grapevines the leg.

MARK SANCTION:
Summers looks for a German suplex of his own, but Swift is fighting the whole way...and manages to get himself a kneebar!

MATT STEEL:
What a counter! This is what made Swift Lord of the Ring, just an incredible amount of versatility!

The big Australian roars out in pain as Swift uses his entire body to attempt to hyper extend the knee. Tickles is once more beside the duo, this time asking The ANZAC Warrior is he is ready to throw in the towel. Though his teeth are gritted, though he is in so much pain, all it takes is one look out to the crowd for him to bellow out no. Though Skyla looks horrified, she is tells him with a shaky voice that he can do this. That there is no one stronger.

MATT STEEL:
So are you throwing in the towel now Mark?

MARK SANCTION:
What?

MATT STEEL:
No way Summers finds a way out of this one! It is either tap or break here.

MARK SANCTION:
I was only saying that perhaps you shouldn't cou-

MATT STEEL:
No, you were attacking my cho-wait, what is happening?

While the whole arena is at his back, he knows he needs to find an answer fast. Each passing second threatens to see his leg snapped in two at the hands of the Lord of the Ring. Slowly, ever so slowly, the larger wrestler begins to rotate his body, trying to get on his back. Realizing what his opponent is up too, Swift begins to struggle, trying to shift his weight to put more strain upon The Thunder From Down Under. However, the difference in strength is too great, and soon Summers is able to fully rotate.

MATT STEEL:

No no no no...

MARK SANCTION:
I think Summers is countering...

MATT STEEL:
Can't be, there is no way he can be this aware with out damaged his head has been.

The Australian is now on his back, and the Lord of the Ring is still clings to the leg, though now he is working against gravity. The smaller wrestler tries to shift his weight, to continue the moment to roll back off, but all it takes with Summers extending an arm to stuff that attempt. Slowly The Under From Down Under starts to sit up, continuing to just out power the Lord of the Ring, just pushing straight through the legs keeping him down. Realizing what is happening, Swift tries to reposition his hands, try for a different submission, but it is a little too late, as Summers take a hold of a leg and starts to stand.

MARK SANCTION:
I mean, that is clearly what is happening.

MATT STEEL:
Bullshit!

MARK SANCTION:
It wasn't like he was choking him out. The blows to the head hurt, but Summers has fighting spirit!

MATT STEEL:
Oh cut out that touchy feely crap.

Swift tries to pull himself away as the Australian rises, but he finds himself unable to make it anywhere closer to the ropes. Summers lifts his far leg and turns, practically sitting upon the captured limb. From there, the larger wrestler tucks Swift's tibia under his armpit, forcing the leg into a hooked shape. The Lord of the Ring's face wracks with pain as LJ leans back, focusing all the pressure on the lower back. Tickles has to have a change of tune, look at the Las Vegas wrestler and trying to see if he is ready to turn in.

MARK SANCTION:
That touchy feely crap lets Summers lock in a single leg Boston Crab.

MATT STEEL:
No, his stupid, thick skull managed to throw Swift slightly off his game!

MARK SANCTION:
Really. That is your excuse?

MATT STEEL:
I DON'T MAKE THE FACTS MARK!

MARK SANCTION:
What are you even talking about now. That isn't a fact at all.

MATT STEEL:
HE IS FROM AN ISLAND RIGHT? HE HAS A SAMOAN SKULL!

MARK SANCTION:
That is both actually racist and horribly wrong. Australia isn't anywhere near Samoa!

But despite Skyla roaring, Levinator smirk on the outside, despite the crowd begging for the tap in their native tongue, despite being trapped in the center of the ring, Swift refuses to quit here. No, he tries to push his upper body off the ground, no matter how difficult it is with the added two hundred eighty five pounds of weight trying to keep him there. Summers does his best to lower his weight, but finds himself unable to do so, rising up inch by inch. Suddenly, Swift's free leg contracts before shooting out, catch The Thunder From Down Under right behind the knee. The big man slips, and two wrestler fall into a heap of mangled legs.

MARK SANCTION:
And even if it wa-Swift takes down Summers with a big kick to the leg!

MATT STEEL:
BUT SWIFT PREVAILS AGAINST ALL ODDS!

MARK SANCTION:
Match isn't over yet Matt.

One can almost hear Skyla's heart rating as she watches the two just lay there, her eyes widening as she does her best to control her breathing. The Seventh Wonder of the World's smirk has turned sour, scowling at the sight of his apprentice and friend. The crowd whispers, looking at two men just lay there, only their rising chests showing that they are still among the living.

MARK SANCTION:
Just look at the carnage that kick caused. And right into the leg that was trapped in that kneebar too.

MATT STEEL:
It was a good call, though the damage might has already been done.

MARK SANCTION:
I see you have come back to the land of the sa...almost sane.

Tickles kneels down checking on both competitors, needing to know if there want to continue, or if their bodies are giving out. There is a collective sigh of relief from all in attendance as Summers lungs heave and his spits on his defiant will to fight on. With that, Tickles turns to the Las Vegas wrestler, who grits his teeth, his eyes opening to reveal the fire still burning within them. While he too speaks his answer, Tickles has already pulled back, knowing that look from years in the business.

MARK SANCTION:
It does look like both men will continue this match.

MATT STEEL:
Such a fire burning in both wrestlers. Shame that Swift is going to overcome!

MARK SANCTION:
...They are on basically even footing!

It is Swift who is the first to try to lift themselves up, rolling onto his stomach in an attempt push off the mat. However, his arms by themselves are being far too inefficient, and instead he stretches one out, starting to pull himself across the mat. Summers starts to stir during this, his massive form starting to sit up, no matter how slowly. As the two men race to reestablish their position, the crowd start to rally, shouting out in Portuguese to their favored wrestler. Skyla starts to beat the mat, pleading with Summers to stand, to fight while his opponent could not.

MARK SANCTION:
And Summers still has the support of his squad!

MATT STEEL:
And? Unless they jump in and sucker punch Swift, that won't matter.

Still, even with the crowd and woman at his back, all the Australian could do is pull himself to a knee as the Lord of the Ring reaches the ropes. Swift glances back, locking eyes for a moment with The Thunder From Down Under, and there is a pause, a beat, before the Las Vegas wrestler grabs the ropes and starts pulling himself up. Something surges in LJ, and he powers to his feet, marching right on towards Swift. However, by the time he reaches the Lord of the Ring, the smaller wrestler has already pulled himself to his though, though he still leans on the ropes for support. The Oceanic Suplex Machine reaches out and grabs Swift's wrist, but the Las Vegas wrestler arcs his hooked arm through the air, the point of his elbow cutting across Summers' skull.

MARK SANCTION:
Both men up now and WHAT AN ELBOW!

MATT STEEL:
HOLY SHIT SUMMERS IS BUSTED RIGHT OPEN!
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Re: Creature From The XWA (25/03/2017)

Postby DJS » Sat Apr 01, 2017 3:24 am

Red fluid starts to trickle down the face of the Australian as he rears back, releasing his opponent to clutch at his skull. Pushing off the ropes, Swift clasps his hands together behind the neck of The ANZAC Warrior, his forearms trapping Summers' beside his head, before driving a knee right into his stomach. It looks like LJ wants to collapse again, but is being held up by the Lord of the Ring.

MARK SANCTION:
And another knee, just like at the start of this match.

MATT STEEL:
Swift's strikes are some of the best in all of the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance. Seriously, name one better?

Swift lets his leg land in front, steadying himself before letting the other shoot up, crashing into the same spot as other. Spit flies out of the Australian's mouth as the air is forcibly expelled from his lungs.

MARK SANCTION:
Another knee! This might be it!

MATT STEEL:
I can't see LJ escaping this one.

Once more Swift drops his foot in front, using it to anchor his weight before releasing the hold he had on LJ. Before the large man can fully crumble, the Lord of the Ring lets a hooked arm fly, knuckles smashing into The Thunder From Down Under's jaw.

MARK SANCTION:
Swift really wants to make sure Summers doesn't kick out. Just look at that right hook!

MATT STEEL:
So crisp, so clean.

Skyla is mortified, her eyes wide as she stares at Summers sprawled out on the mat. Levinator is biting his tongue, but still can't hide the anger bubbling inside of him. The crowd is clearly unhappy to see their favorite in this ring bleeding and broken, letting the Las Vegas wrestler know with their boos. Swift on the other hand, just blocks them all out, drops to his knees, and draping his body over his opponent.

ONE

TWO

THR-


There is a surge of life in Summers, the Australian wrestler's eyes snapping back open as he throws his shoulder up. The fans all cheer out almost simultaneously, though Skyla and Levinator know that Summers isn't out of the woods yet.

MARK SANCTION:
No way!

MATT STEEL:
...stupid fighting spirit bullshit...

Though he is breathing hard, Swift doesn't look dismayed that his opponent kicked out. No, he is too busy grabbing the Australian's arm, dragging him back onto his feet. Clearly woozy, Summers tries to push the Lord of the Ring away, bust just ends up leaning against him. Makes it all the easier for the Las Vegas wrestler to place his head under the arm of LJ. In one sudden move, Swift wraps an arm around the waist of his opponent, arcing back, flipping the Australian giant right on over him.

MARK SANCTION:
Northern lights suplex from Swift.

MATT STEEL:
Just pin him again!

The mat buckles on the impact, and Summers bounces a bit. His massive frame has little drips of blood on it, his forehead still draining itself from the earlier elbow. Swift isn't too much better in that regard, his back having blood smeared across it from rubbing against the mat. More deep breathing as the Lord of the Ring grabs his opponent by the arm, dragging him up once again. This time, Swift drops to a knee, putting his head to the side of Summers, wrapping arms around him before lifting up. For a moment, the Australian just dangles over the Las Vegas wrestler's shoulder, but that is enough time for Swift to have his near arm wrap around LJ's skull, the other grabbing his feet. Throwing his legs out from under him, the Lord of the Ring drops to a seated position, driving The ANZAC Warrior neck first into the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
Kryptonite krunch!

MATT STEEL:
PIN HIM!

Swift looks to go for the pin, but before he can even lay himself over the Australian, Summers juts an arm straight up. It doesn't knock the Lord of the Ring away, but keeps him from being able to force The Oceanic Suplex Machine's shoulders against the mat. Still, the Las Vegas wrestler tries to force his opponent's shoulder to the mat, the muscular limbs constantly getting in his way. Suddenly, Swift grabs the nearest around, wrapping his own around it. Placing his legs across the Australian's torso, he leans back, trying to bring the trapped limb with him. Summers must have foreseen this though, and uses his free arm to grasp his wrist. Even with his whole body working with him, the Lord of the Ring can't out power The Thunder From Down Under.

MARK SANCTION:
Swift goes for the pin, but Summers isn't having any of th-SWIFT IS GOING FOR AN ARMBAR!

MATT STEEL:
Ugh, Summers has his hands clasped though. He can't just force this.

The Las Vegas wrestler isn't letting go however, still trying to rip the arm free. Knowing that he can use this to his advantage, Summers rolls with Swift, letting the Lord of the Ring rest back against the mat, while the larger wrestler is on his knees. With a mighty roar, The Thunder From Down Under starts to rise up, lifting Swift clean off the mat. Sensing danger, the Lord of the Ring lets go of his opponent, dropping back down, managing to land on one knee. Suddenly, one of the Las Vegas wrestler's arms shoots out between the legs of the Australian wrestler, the other wrap behind his neck. A quick pull sees Summers flip right on over the shoulders of Swift.

MARK SANCTION:
You might just be right for once Matt! Summers is look to get a powerbomb here an-and Swift manages to reverse this counter into a fireman's carry takeover!

MATT STEEL:
Yes!

Somehow LJ rolls through however, fiery determination in his eyes. He doesn't even look back as he takes off towards the ropes, rebounding off of them on a collision course with the Lord of the Ring. Swift has stood up already through, and right as the Australian would run him down, steps out to the side a bit, letting his arm catch Summers across the chest. Using the larger wrestler's momentum, he turns, hoisting The Oceanic Suplex Machine into the air before falling forward, slamming his opponent right into the mat. Swift's free hand reaches out and grabs onto the other, trying to squeeze LJ's neck in between his own shoulder and the Lord of the Ring's bicep.

MARK SANCTION:
Summers rolls through, and hits the ropes...BUT HEAVY RAIN! SWIFT CATCHES HIM WIHT THE HEAVY RAIN!

MATT STEEL:
IT ISN”T QUITE A PIN BUT I WILL TAKE IT!

MARK SANCTION:
That sideslam into arm triangle choke is just brutal Matt.

MATT STEEL:
And with all the work Swift has done on LJ's head, there is no way we don't just see him pass out here!

Swift curls his knees up underneath him, trying to keep his body in as tight a ball as possible. He knows how strong Summers is now, and he needs all the center of mass he can if he wants to choke him out here. The Lord of the Ring's muscles start to get tenser and tenser, constricting the neck of the Australian wrestler. However, try as he might, LJ still has the fire in his eyes. The whole arena roars with cheers as slowly, ever so slowly, Summers begins to rises. Perhaps it is instinct that keeps Swift hanging onto his opponent, something telling him that his opponent might pass out soon, but the more and more The ANZAC Warrior stands, the more unlikely that seems.

MARK SANCTION:
Look at that power from Summers!

MATT STEEL:
Jesus, how does this man still have energy?

Summers begins to use his free arm to push against the Las Vegas wrestler, trying to create some sort of space. Breaking the hold, Swift takes a swing at the Australian skull, trying to make the crimson mask even more colorful. The Thunder From Down Under is having none of that however, letting his arm shoot up, catching the blow upon it. Swift's other hand is already moving, but LJ barrels forward, driving his shoulder into the Las Vegas wrestler.

MARK SANCTION:
Swift finally lets go to take a shot, but Summers blocks it!

MATT STEEL:
And then slams Swift with his shoulder!

Swift takes a step back, recoiling from the forceful blow. This momentary pause is all Summers needs, grabbing the wrist of the Lord of the Ring and launching him towards the corner. Colliding with the turnbuckle, Swift just stumbles back... until two hundred eighty five pounds came crashing down upon his back, crushing him against the lightly padded metal.

MARK SANCTION:
Canberra Clash!

MATT STEEL:
...dear lord in heaven...

MARK SANCTION:
Are...are you praying?

MATT STEEL:
...maybe...

With the air exiting his lungs, Swift flops to his back. He is looking off into the distance, clearly not quite sure of where he is. The big man from Australia looks at the turnbuckles before looking out into the crowd, who roar with approval. A smile slowly cross his face before he looks down at Skyla, who flashes him one of her own. His eyes then trail over to Levinator, his friend, mentor, and tag team partner. The stone faced man gives him a nod of approval, which kicks Summers right into action. He takes a step onto the first rope, breathing a little heavy, and his leg clearly a little sore. Still, he manages to make the next step before turning to face the still downed Lord of the Ring. He gives a moment to take a deep breath before launching himself off the ropes!

MARK SANCTION:
Greetings From Asgard!

MATT STEEL:
I...I don't think I can watch any more.

The skull of the Australian wrestler crashes into Swift's, causing both men to flail. The cut on the forehead of Summers gushes fresh blood once again, but plenty if now covering the face of the Lord of the Ring. With little time to think of pain, LJ, throws himself over Swift.

ONE

TWO

THRE-


NO! The Lord of the Ring powers a shoulder up, one hand still clutching his head.

MARK SANCTION:
HE GOT IT!

MATT STEEL:
NO!

MARK SANCTION:
Got ya, Swift kicked out again.

Summers looks disappointed for a fraction of a second, but knows if he lets himself get caught in his own head this match is over. He rises to his feet, letting out an earthshaking roar before waiting, watching as Swift stirs about. The Lord of the Ring is on his stomach...his knees...his feet. Just as Swift turns to face, LJ moves forward, looking to launch the Las Vegas wrestler into the air! There is a burst of speed from the smaller wrestler, darting forward, letting his arm reach up and latch onto the back of the Australian wrestler's neck. It is The ANZAC Warrior who gets hoisted up, resting across the shoulders of Swift a mere fraction of a second before the Lord of the Ring twists his way back to the mat. All two hundred eighty five pounds of Summers come crashing down at high speeds, the fire in his eyes finally dimming as Swift crawls across him.


MARK SANCTION:
Here we go, Summers going for the Thund-MASS EFFECT!

MATT STEEL:
HE HIT IT! THAT IS IT! GAME OVER MAN!

ONE

TWO

THREE


MARK SANCTION:
AND SWIFT WITH THE MASS EFFECT SEALS THE DEAL!

MATT STEEL:
I won't lie, Summers impressed me, and my faith waived, but the victory belongs to the one and only Lord of the Ring!

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And the winner of this match...MICHAEL SWIFT!

Swift gingerly stands up as Skyla rushes into the ring, coming to check upon Summers. Jack walks over to lift the arm up the Lord of the Ring into the air as some mixed reactions fill the air. Clearly sad that Summers didn't walk away with the win, some still try to treat the Las Vegas wrestler with respect. Swift doesn't seemed too bothered though, as he soon drops his arm and makes his way to the back.

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XWA: If You Want Blood - LIVE from Melbourne, Australia!
April 2017


The lights go pitch black as the slow, brooding organ of Ozzy Osbourne's Mr. Crowley starts up. Slowly, a green laser light begins to strobe around the stage, as a man of Dominican descent – The Confidant – walks out with a mic and a fedora pulled down over his sunglass-laden eyes. Once at the centre of the stage, the man stops, suddenly throwing his head back, his face now in plain sight to see. He flashes a wry grin just as the lyric starts...

Mr Crowley, what went on in your head?
Oh Mr Crowley, did you talk with the dead?
Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic...with the thrill of it all...


Just as it picks up, The Confidant motions with his free hand to cut it, choosing to finish walking the aisle to only the sounds of the Battlezone's frenzied crowd escort him to the ring. Not like the fan favourite kind of frenzied cheers, just like the excited frenzy for people at a live wrestling show. Once at the bottom of the aisle, The Confidant smoothly glides under the bottom rope like a fresh slice of buttered toast. Uncharacteristically, he is without the presence of his monster, the Eater of Souls and Days of the Battlezone - The Tarmogoyf. The lights return to normal.

BOB, THE CONFIDENT:
Eh....eh, eh. My name, my name is Bob, the Confidant...the translator and, eh eh, negotiator for the next, Supreme Champion...of the Battlezone.

MARK SANCTION:
I'm so not used to seeing Bob alone.

MATT STEEL:
If all you're doing is talking, you don't need to bring your client so much. But what if Jerod is lurking the Battlezone, and wanted to take him out?

MARK SANCTION:
So, protection? I don't know if you've seen, but Bob is capable of defending himself...

MATT STEEL:
Against Jerod? I don't think so.

BOB, THE CONFIDENT:
Tonight, right here at...eh, eh eh, the, aptly named...Creature From the XWA...you will witness, the ascension. You will witness...pain. Tonight, for the first time since, eh eh eh...Legends. The Eater of Souls and Days returns to the Battlezone. Your monster, the one, the only, The TAAARRRMMOOOGGOOOOYYYYYFFFFF...steps into, this a-ha, ring. My monster, opposing sides of the mainstay of the XWA - Jerod Barnez - and there will, a-ha, be carnage. Malice. Destruction. It will not, eh eh eh, be pretty. It will not, be technical.

But it will be, to determine the King of Xtreme. The Lord of the Manor. The Ruler of the Battleground. Ladies, and, gentlemen. A-ha. What I present to you, is one man who believes he is the best. And one monster who seeks to prove he is...eh, eh eh...better, than the best!

Tonight, at this most honourable show of the Battlezone, Creature from the XWA. Two warriors step into our battle pit.

The Tarmogoyf.
Jerod Barnez.

And only one warrior, in the end, can be, a-ha, declared the Ruler. The One True Lord of the Battlezone. Only one combatant could be...

Supreme. Champion.

The camera cuts to the stage area as the lights black out, once more being replaced by the green laser light strobe. Ozzy's Mr. Crowley picks up in mid song as a slow-lift elevator platform rises up. Only the silhouette of The Tarmogoyf being visible to the crowd until the platform comes to a complete stop. The man monster walks forward - it is this moment he and all of his size, his aura, presence even, projects itself unto the Battlezone. Stunned oohs and awes took over the Battlezone at the sight of the XWA's Creature. Dressed not to compete, but in a ceremonial gear of some sort (similar to this image). The music fades. The creature has a mic...

MARK SANCTION:
Whoa, a rare message from our monster!

THE TARMAGOYF:
TESTIMONIO NACIDO ESTA NOCHE. A mi ascenso ¡TESTIGO A LA ASCENSIÓN DEL TARMOGOYF AL SILLÓN DEL SUPREMO CAMPEÓN! POR OCHO MESES, EL TARMOGOYF HA ESPERADO. SAT IDLY BY, PERO AQUÍ AQUÍ. LA CRIATURA DEL XWA - EL TIEMPO DE ESPERAR ESTÁ HECHO!

EL TARMOGOYF ESTABLECE MORTAL JEROD. EL TARMOGOYF SE CONVERTIRÁ EN TU REGULADOR DE LA BATTLEZONE.

The Tarmogoyf throws down the microphone on the aisle way, emphatically.

BOB, THE CONFIDENT:
My monster says...

"BARE WITNESS TONIGHT. TO MY RISE. WITNESS TO THE ASCENSION OF THE TARMOGOYF TO THE SEAT OF SUPREME CHAMPION! FOR EIGHT MONTHS, THE TARMOGOYF HAS WAITED. SAT IDLY BY, BUT RIGHT HERE. THE CREATURE FROM THE XWA - THE TIME FOR WAITING IS DONE!"

THE TARMOGOYF WILL CRUSH MORTAL JEROD. THE TARMOGOYF WILL BECOME YOUR RULER OF THE BATTLEZONE.

Jerod...Battlezone faithful. You all, a-ha, have been warned. It starts...TONIGHT!

The Confidant sets the mic down in the ring in the ring, as Mr. Crowley starts up one last time to play the iconic duo out.

MARK SANCTION:
This is going to be an EPIC encounter!

MATT STEEL:
I don't even know if the Battlezone can contain these two...but we're about to find out!

Moments from the next match we cut backstage to Laurel Anne Hardy, all ready to go, glitter warpaint in place and the Hardcore Champion fastened around her midriff. Her body language is overflowing with energy, yet her expression is pensive.

LAUREL ANNE HARDY:
It's been fourteen months since I lost a match in XWA, unless you count Alex Krull takin' this from me under 24/7 rules.

And she slaps the faceplate of the title around her waist.

LAUREL ANNE HARDY:
It's been twenty-five months since I lost without any bullshit interference involved. More than two years since anyone categorically got the better of me in an XWA ring.

She takes a deep breath.

LAUREL ANNE HARDY:
That person... the last person to outwrestle me... was Smith Jones. Smith is the one an' only unanswered loss on my XWA record. Krull took the Hardcore title from me; I got it back from him later the same night. Axle Aomori beat me. In the rematch, I put that right. Razer's got two wins over me, which don't sit too well with me - I won the Winner Takes All match with Jericho Shaw, but in both our singles matches, Razer's name was the one in the W column. Course, both those matches were tainted, the first one by cheatin' an' one of own dear co-owners; the second, by interference from The Survivors. Me an' Razer never have settled it. Until we do, if we ever do, I ain't willin' to say he ever beat me properly. Smith Jones... Smith, he beat me properly. I know that the biggest argument against my position as the ace of XWA is summed up in two words, an' those words are his name.

She takes a slow breath through her nose, eyes closing for a moment, then exhales steadily.

LAUREL ANNE HARDY:
The only clean, unanswered loss I have in XWA. Tonight... tonight I get to answer it.

This isn't said with bravado but with grim determination. She swallows slightly, and as sheh stares at the camera with her head slightly lowered, all kinds of things dance in her grey eyes - beautiful, horrible, impossible, tempestuous things. She smiles, almost imperceptibly.

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Smith Jones vs. Laurel Anne Hardy

The fans explode as an increasingly familiar haunting double piano note repeats throughout the arena, as "Waiting For The End" by Linkin Park hits the speakers. All of the lights in the arena blast to full white and every corner of the arena is lit up. Smith Jones walks out onto the stage dressed to compete in his trademark all white boots, pads, and trunks. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks out across the XWA fanbase, true blue as far as the eye can see. He's met with cheering and applause, and he can't prevent the grin that emerges on his face at the sight and sound of it.

MARK SANCTION:
Back again after his return match at Untouchable, with a victory over the reigning Lord of the Ring, Michael Swift - and what a war that was.

MATT STEEL:
No kidding. It's been two months and I'd still be surprised if Smith was at 100% yet.

Jones stays at the top of the ramp and raises his fist high above his head. He looks straight up at the ceiling above him for a moment and then closes his eyes. He listens to the roar of the crowd and he is filled with momentary peace. Smith opens his fist above him, spreading his fingers and letting go of something invisible. Smith strides confidently down to ringside and mounts the steel ring steps. He wipes his feet before parting the ropes and taking centre. He stands with his back to the corner and steels himself for another mat war.

MARK SANCTION:
What a special match this is. As we heard, a rematch over two years in the making. But since Smith Jones was last in XWA - and since he beat his opponent - she's risen to become arguably XWA's key franchise player.

MATT STEEL:
Unless you ask her herself in which case there's no argument...

MARK SANCTION:
Nobody's ever denied she has a hell of an ego. But when you ended Jericho Shaw's two year undefeated streak, unified all of XWA's titles into the Supreme Championship, ended Whisper's career, defeated Trace Demon at Legends and were voted by the fans XWA's Hero of the Year... well, maybe she's earned her ego.

MATT STEEL:
I ain't arguing that. But Smith Jones is a former Lord of the Ring and Television Champion, and he was around the World Championship a lot. He's earned his ego too.

The man himself paces back and forth, shaking his limbs out and checking on his wrist tape. Suddenly a huge cheer goes up from the stands as psychedelic multicoloured lights start strobing, almost drowning out the opening oscillations of USS's "Yin Yang". Things gradually begin to settle... then the clamour resumes, doubled, as all at once lights flash on the stage, the single siren sounds, and Laurel Anne Hardy leaps into view! She spins and bounces around wildly, drawing in and directing the energy, the Five Star Match Machine and the audience hyping each other up into symbiotic fervour; the Hardcore Championship bounces around her waist, a miniature disco ball reflecting the strobes of her entrance display. As the verse begins she skips down the aisle slapping outstretched hands.

All I all I all I really really really wanna say
Is what the fuck today
All I all I all I really really really wanna do
Is grind up next to you
All evergreen
No histamine


Hardy climbs up the outside of the corner...

All I all I all I really really really wanna do
Is zag along with you


...as the beat falls away and the pre-chorus chords stab in, she drops into a deep stage bow then sags like a puppet with its strings cut...

...in time with the chorus she flings herself upright!


I got infinite ammunition
Comin' out the yin yang!
(Woo!)


Arms spread wide, white teeth breaking through the warpaint on her face as she lets out a bloodcurdling battlecry, a halo of camera light flaring all around her.

I got limitless stealth positions
Extract the champion


Her long black hair swings around as she headbangs furiously for a couple of seconds; then she drops to a straddle and smacks the top of the ringpost with both palms, before backflipping into the ring.

Extract the champion!

Smith steps forwards, jawing, Laurel meets him with her predatory grin, licking one tooth. They come face to face then both back out a few steps as Hana takes centre stage.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Senhoras e senhores... the following match is set for one fall!

The fans go ballistic with cheers. Hana smiles and waits until they die down.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
To my left, from Toronto, Canada, weighing two hundred and twenty-nine pounds... SMITH! JOOOOONNNEESSS!

MORE CHEERS! Smith turns to the camera and raises a fist, bellowing proudly.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And to my right, his opponent... from Rhyl, Wales, weighing one hundred and forty-nine pounds... she is the reigning XWA Hardcore Champion, LAUREL! ANNE! HAAAARRRDAAAYYY!

EVEN MORE CHEERS! Laurel rips her title from her waist and raises it to the sky, then takes a deep bow.

MARK SANCTION:
Here we go. Two competitors known for epic matches and creative violence.

As Hana leaves the ring, Smith and Laurel bump fists in a show of respect despite their previous confrontation.

MARK SANCTION:
Some friendly-ish banter between them on social media in the weeks leading up to this one, making it clear they consider themselves allies in the fight against The Survivors - but tonight that all goes out the window!

DING DING DING!

Laurel and Smith lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring. They circle around for a moment, the audience baying in rabid anticipation for arguably XWA's two top fan favourites doing battle. The stronger Smith naturally gains the advantage in their clinch, but as he begins to push her back, Laurel suddenly drops through the lock-up and tries to roll Smith off his feet with a throw akin to a seoi nage. Jones throws a foot back to spread his base out and block the move; Laurel kicks her legs around and whips her ankles into his with a drop toehold! She quickly slides up to his upper body and cinches in a grounded side headlock.

MARK SANCTION:
Shades of how their match back in 2015 opened, but this time, Laurel played on what she'd learned of Smith in the past to bait him in!

MATT STEEL:
Now how the hell do you remember the opening minute to a match from two years ago?

MARK SANCTION:
I rewatched that match this week, Matt, knowing it might inform the motivations of Jones and Hardy in this one.

MATT STEEL:
...you friggin' nerd.

MARK SANCTION:
No, I'm a professional.

MATT STEEL:
Same same.

MARK SANCTION:
I'm not surprised you can't tell the difference.

Laurel tightens the hold, but Smith's escaped from more headlocks in his time than Matt Steel's escaped from the bedroom windows. Jones twists his body sideways; Laurel bridges up in an attempt to keep the hold applied, but he plants both hands against her midsection and tears himself free. He winces as the pressure of the headlock scrapes across his face, but it doesn't slow him down in his next move of snapping her arms together behind her neck in a fast full nelson. Hardy bridges out a second time, trying to slip free, but Smith has the favourable positioning and he jumps up to a squat, then launches her overhead in a deadlift basement dragon suplex!

MATT STEEL:
Damn son! Suplex Smitty can find a throw from anywhere!

The swell of noise from the fans echoes Matt's shock. Hardy lands across the back of her neck, making her grimace. From his low, awkward angle of execution, Smith can't hold the bridge, but even so he quickly flips round and pushes her into a lateral press before she can get her bearings back.

ONE!

Laurel kicks out. Undeterred, Smith nails her with a European uppercut before dragging her up, manhandling her into a front butterfly as he does. He goes for another suplex; Laurel thrusts a leg back and sandbags as hard as she can. Smith grits his teeth and lifts again. Her bare feet claw at the canvas but he succeeds in pulling her a good couple of inches clear from the mat - but no further! She kicks her legs, thrashing for purchase on something, anything, while dragging her centre of gravity down as low as possible. Sensing that the butterfly suplex ain't happening, Smith smoothly transitions around her, keeping one arm clasped and twisting under it to drag her up into a hammerlock. He stomps the back of her ankle, and starts trying to force her down to one knee. But Laurel drops further, into a sitout position; the strain on her arm is evident in the expression on her reddened face, but she fights through it, spinning onto her front to pull the hammerlock out into a wristlock of her own. Then she twists round again and crawls backwards through Smith's legs!

MARK SANCTION:
Shades of the Russ Abbot Special, one of the classic tricks of British wrestling!

Smith immediately throws his free elbow back, but Laurel's not there. She's stayed low, and uses his trapped arm to flip him right off his feet and down into a pumphandle driver! He pulls his ankles in tight while pressing her own across his upper arms...

ONE!

TWO!


Jones powers out with authority, throwing Hardy aside! Laurel kips up and uses her momentum to throw herself forward into a koppu kick that swipes Smith back to his hands and knees just as he's rising, but when Laurel comes in with a low dropkick aimed at his head, he manages to roll away in time to leave her to crash land on the canvas. Wasting no time, he dives across her, grabbing her legs and rolling into a cover.

ONE!

TWO!


No, she pushes out of it. Jones is back on her instantly, rolling her onto her front this time and dragging her head up for a camel clutch. But Hardy spins onto her back before he can get it locked in and brings both her feet up in a squat before shoving them out into Smith's buttocks, pushing him off her. He halts his momentum and turns; she leaps back to her feet. They end up coming face to face simultaneously and the fans pop wildly, but there's neither acknowledgement of this nor pause from either of them, so engrossed are they in one another. Hardy leaps into a dropkick which Smith throws aside. He leans down to grab her, but Laurel rolls back in a toe kick that catches him across the jaw. Still bearing her weight on her shoulders, she backrolls further and clamps her feet around his neck! She throws herself up onto her hands, but before she can execute a rana or headscissors throw, Jones drags her right off the mat and throws her up for a powerbomb! Laurel kicks off his chest and tries to turn it into a sitout facebuster, but Smith throws her off him. She lands on her feet and ducks the roaring elbow he comes in with, wrapping up his exposed trailing arm, and she trips him as she throws herself back into an armtrapped complete shot! She shoves him onto his back, heels scrabbling at the mat, and hooks a leg.

ONE!

TWO!


Kickout, still with enough force to throw her right off him. This time, her return to her feet is slower, and she has to brace a hand on her knee for balance as she huffs in a couple of quick deep breaths. Smith meanwhile is back up as quickly as he can be, but he's rubbing his nose where it connected with the canvas, and his face bears a rather pained expression.

MARK SANCTION:
Lots of chain wrestling from this one so far, lots of counter wrestling, but that doesn't mean they've been lenient on each other. The toll is evident.

MATT STEEL:
They're both coming into this with everything to prove. Smith Jones made his big return with all the fanfare in the world but Michael Swift gave him one hell of a welcome back party, and Smith's realised the game's only got even tougher since he was last here. As for Laurel, she's been running around calling herself "The Final Boss of XWA" and even "The New Beating Heart of the XWA" - but guys like Jerod Barnez and Diamond Jack Sabbath have been saying she ain't earned it. If she loses tonight, she might just prove them right.

MARK SANCTION:
It's certainly lent this match a unique character. Technical yet brutal, as they each try to live up to their claim of being the very best in XWA.

As she gets vertical again and shakes off her breathlessness, Laurel kisses the index and middle fingers of her left hand. She holds it up for the Paulistan crowd with a wink, then pounces forward swinging a capoeira kick at Smith's head! The Brazilian fans holler, thrilled to see Their Favourite Wrestlers' Favourite Wrestler's use of their country's native martial art. Unfortunately it's not to be, as Smith backsteps out of the way of the arc of Laurel's foot. But Hardy doubles down on the strikes, leaping into the air to throw another kick towards Smith! He backs out of the way of that one too, but it's clear he can't keep doing so faster than she can dance towards him. So he changes tack entirely, dropping to his back as she rushes towards him, and skilfully flipping her head over heels with a monkey flip! As soon as she lands she arches back out, spasming. Smith takes that as a good sign and dives on top of her with a big stomp, doubling her over and extracting a scorched-sounding cough from her throat.

MARK SANCTION:
There's definite respect between these two, but does that just mean they'll go to even further lengths than usual in pursuit of the victory?

MATT STEEL:
You say that like either of them are in the habit of holding back often in the first place.

MARK SANCTION:
Fair point, and the impacts of this match show why they're two of our top stars, to be honest. They're both very, very good at hurting people, and I don't mean that in a trite way. They have a gift for knowing when, where and how to place a strike or wrench a hold to maximise the damage it does. Of course, both of them are capable of shocking sadism too, as I'm sure anyone can attest who saw Smith's years-long feud with Brytain Rollins and the ordeals they put each other through.

MATT STEEL:
Or all of Laurel's trophies... James Ronie's eye, Alexander StarrZoë's ribcage, Whisper's kneecap...

MARK SANCTION:
Similar records here in XWA, too. Twenty wins, seven losses and one draw for Jones. Eighteen wins, four losses and two draws for Hardy - not counting her 24/7 title defences. That puts Hardy at the slightly higher win percentage, although of course one of those losses - as she noted right before the match - was to Jones.

Perhaps memories of that same match are playing on Smith's mind as he flips Laurel onto her front and drags her legs up into a Boston crab, knowing first hand what she's capable of with full mobility and just a scrap of separation. He roars as he leans back, cranking his arms hard enough that it seems like he's going to pop her shins right out of her knees and her knees out of her femurs! Laurel's multicoloured, glitter-painted fingernails claw into the weave of the mat's canvas as she tries to drag herself free, the bloodlust of the fans filling her ears. She stretches out an arm towards the bottom rope, straining so hard she might just pop her arm bones out of their sockets too, but it's no good as her fingertips are still a good two feet at least from the cable!

MARK SANCTION:
We've never seen Laurel Anne Hardy tap out - will we witness a first here in São Paulo!?

The referee asks her the same question. She shakes her head, then winces regretfully as the motion of it sends more jolts of pain shooting through her spinal column. Smith rolls back even further, so that he's sitting on her kidneys, pressing her stomach to the mat!

MARK SANCTION:
Even for someone as flexible as her, even with her famed pain threshold, that has to be torturous!

MATT STEEL:
I don't think we're going to see her tap out tonight, but I think we might see Smith break her back!

So hard is Jones pulling back on her that the pain of the muscle strain is written across his own face too. So much so that eventually, his arm gives out and he's forced to drop her leg! He quickly stands up, shaking the limb out, pacing a little over the limp and unmoving form of his opponent. He flexes a couple of times, tests the hand by balling a fist, then drops to one knee and rolls Laurel over for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-


SHE RIPPLES A SHOULDER SIDEWAYS! Smith just blinks as he sits up, utterly stunned. Only for a moment, though, as he lifts her to her feet - well, no, because her feet are dangling uselessly. She's only remotely close to upright because Smith is cradling her. Her cinches in a front facelock, pauses to look around at the fans, and then lifts her up vertical...

MARK SANCTION:
BRAINBUSTER! The move he beat her with two years ago!

...she over-rotates to come down behind him, capitalising on a slight twitch in that arm! But the impact on her ankles sends shockwaves ricocheting into her barely-functional legs, and she skids onto her behind. Smith spins around to bury a boot in the back of her skull. Her upper half flops forward, but Smith prises it back up as he grabs around her head with both hands, and then as he jerks her backwards, drills both patellas into her cranium!

MATT STEEL:
And now the Point of Controversy!

MARK SANCTION:
A basement version, not as much impact or leverage as usual, but still surely enough at this point!

Jones apparently thinks so too as he covers her...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-


NO!

MATT STEEL:
OH MY GOD! How did she kick out of that!?

The fans in attendance are stunned into silence, but one person who is not silent is Smith Jones, as he yells that he's done. He rips Laurel from the mat and swings her into a whiplash-inducing neckbreaker, then while she writhes in pain holding the back of her head with both hands, he backs into the corner and hoists himself up to the middle rope, then points down at her, two index fingers extended like the barrels of rifles. Despite their love for the woman they voted 2016's Hero of the Year, the fans cheer for the gift of Gravitas they are about to receive. Smith can't help but smile, still slightly overwhelmed by the fact he's been embraced as a hero his own self since he returned to the Battlezone. As clambers up to all fours, Smith dives off, his knee aimed squarely at the back of her neck -

- ONLY TO GET NOTHING BUT CANVAS as she rolls aside! A short, strangled bark escapes his lips as his kneecap crashes into the mat, and he sinks back in a slumped kneeling position. Laurel cracks a low back thrust kick right between his eyes to send his head lolling, but her own legs - still lacking feeling from that Boston crab - give way immediately thereafter.


MATT STEEL:
Hardy buys herself some more time, but she can't use it!

MARK SANCTION:
Better than taking that vicious knee drop to the back of her head!

Despite the big blows to his knee and skull in rapid succession, Smith is still the first back into the fray, and as he leaps across Laurel he twists around her flailing arm to wheel her down into a magistral cradle!

ONE!

TWO!


She pushes herself free and whips her legs around him to roll him back into a crucifix pin!

ONE!

Jones throws Hardy away, leaving them both prone and facing each other. Both rush to their feet as they lock eyes; their gazes break simultaneously as they both swing into roaring elbows, and they clobber one another in the jawbones as they collide! They both pause for a moment before toppling backwards, apart from each other. The crowd breaks into a chant:

VAMOS, LAUREL! VAMOS, SMITTY! VAMOS, LAUREL! VAMOS, SMITTY!

It couldn't exactly be called duelling, as many - maybe even the majority - of the fans are yelling for both fighters. Slowly, Smith drags himself to the ropes to clear his head while Laurel leans forward on her haunches, glassy-eyed, attempting to massage some feeling back into her legs.

MARK SANCTION:
Last time these two got to this point in a match, they ended up going to the outside...

MATT STEEL:
...and our desk got totalled.

MARK SANCTION:
See, I knew you'd remember their first match.

MATT STEEL:
Oh, I remember it fine. Just not every detail like you. Also, our desk gets totalled a shitload.

MARK SANCTION:
Well, yeah, that it does.

Smith lifts himself all the way upright and starts to move towards Laurel... then pauses. He stops halfway across the ring from her and stands doubled over with his palms on his knees, scouting her, waiting for her to come to him. She's not too keen to comply; once she's back on her feet too she tests her weight on her heels before slowly starting to walk in a sideways circle around him. Their eyes never leave each other as he starts to mirror her movement.

MARK SANCTION: Intelligent fighters both. Smith, I'd venture, maybe a little moreso, but Laurel perhaps a bit more resistant both physically and mentally.

MATT STEEL: Both known for being aggressive but both good counter-wrestlers when they need to be, too. You get the feeling they both want the other one to be the first one to make a move?

MARK SANCTION:
Definitely.

This becomes even more clear as the two battle-bruised competitors slowly circle around each other, exchanging loaded smirks, neither willing to do any more than the odd short lunge forward - just a couple of inches - to gauge their opponent's reaction.

MARK SANCTION:
As we noted way back, they've both got so much at stake here. They've both called themselves the very best in XWA - but only one of them can prove it tonight. They're both in this position of needing the win for the sake of their very reputations, but so does their opponent, and they each know the opponent is insanely dangerous at the best of times.

MATT STEEL:
They both kinda backed themselves into the same corner, huh?

MARK SANCTION:
It's like a game of chess where the pieces are chainsaws.

In the end, the first to make that move is Hardy. The self-professed New Beating Heart of the XWA pounces forward and rolls behind Smith; as Smith turns he's already jumping back out of range of her twisting overhead kick. Smiling slightly at having been thinking a move ahead of her, Smith comes back with a big stomp to her. But she clamps around his leg with all four limbs and rolls him down onto his back; before she can lock in a submission hold he spins round and yanks his leg free. She flies up on top of him and, echoing the opening of the match, goes for the side headlock.

MATT STEEL:
Back to the well... not sure about this...

MARK SANCTION:
She's baiting him again.

So she is, and what's more, Smith knows it! Instead of escaping the same way he did earlier, he pushes himself up to one knee. Laurel starts to let go but before she can fully disengage Smith throws himself up further and swings her down into a sidewalk slam! From there it's a trivial matter to transition into a cover:

ONE!

TWO!


Kickout from Hardy. She starts to roll away, but Smith stops her. He makes a grab at her; she pushes back into a handstand, into a V-kick, slotting her feet either side of his head and flipping him off his feet with a headscissors throw! He scrambles to his feet desperately - she scrambles to hers faster and comes in with a Legitimate Haafu Businesswoman Kick aimed at his head, but he pushes forward and meets her with an elbow shot to the dome instead! She sags limply, arms dangling; Jones presses the advantage with a European uppercut, but before he connects, Laurel swings herself down and brings her foot up in a capoeira kick to his temple!

MARK SANCTION:
THIS TIME IT HITS!

The fans shriek in delight as the capoeira kick connects, having been denied the sight earlier. Sweat and spit rain from Smith's face as all the tension flees his body. Laurel rubs her ankle for a second, sucking in air through gritted teeth, then pushes Smith flat.

ONE!

TWO!


He shoves her off! They grab at each other, each trying to lift the other; Laurel wheels her arms around to push Smith's off her and takes a big step forward to bury her forehead between his eyes. The crack of it echoes around Auditório Ibirapuera. Laurel shakes her head slightly, while Smith scowls and shudders.

MARK SANCTION: Looks like Hardy felt that one too.

MATT STEEL:
Not as much as Smith Jones though!

Laurel wraps Smith down into a small package...

O-

HE ROLLS THROUGH AND HAULS HER UP! He shifts her in front properly and launches her over his head with a belly to belly suplex! She rolls away, not to escape but simply because the landing came with so much momentum. Smith gives chase after her on his hands and knees. As she comes to a rest he dives across her with a senton flip, then turns and covers...

ONE!

TWO!

THR-


She twists onto her side.

MARK SANCTION:
Smith hardly known as a flier beyond the odd diving moonsault or missile dropkick, but going for a senton right there!

MATT STEEL:
That's how much these two are pushing each other! Still not enough, though...

Smith doesn't bother sharing in the shock of everyone else. He has work to do. He grabs Laurel by the hair and drags her to her feet, sets in a double underhook, then throws her back right into the turnbuckles!

MARK SANCTION:
SLEEP PARALYSIS!

After bouncing nastily she seems to hang on the buckle pads for a moment, against the laws of physics, then half crumbles, half slithers to the mat. Smith goes for another pin...

ONE!

TWO!


The count stops. Smith frowns and turns to the referee demanding to know why, and the official points at Laurel's foot hooked over the bottom rope.

MARK SANCTION:
That headbutt still possibly dazing Smith Jones, as he didn't drag Hardy away from the ropes, and she was able to get the rope break.

Feeling the effects of the match, Smith hauls Laurel towards the centre of the ring and starts to muscle her into a crossface chickenwing! The fans jump up - well, the few not already on their feet - as Smith begins to set in The System! Knowing full well the danger she's in which wakes her right up better than any coffee, Laurel desperately tries to break free, hammering on his arms and thrashing her legs.

MATT STEEL:
Can he get it locked in!?

He's got one leg clamped around her waist. The other's kicking on the mat, driving both himself and Hardy around in circles. Laurel's rolling back and forth until at last she tears herself free! Moving faster than Smith, she drills her heels into his face with a standing basement dropkick. His neck snaps around - until she swings a knee into it, then grabs it and yanks him down into a European uppercut!

MARK SANCTION:
Punctum, and a Battlegrounds Uppercut!

She slides in a butterfly of her own, and throws herself back dragging Smith down onto her rising knee throat-first!

MATT STEEL:
And The Winter Garden Photograph! Which, I don't get that name at all, but whatever.

MARK SANCTION:
Whatever you want to call it, it's another blow to Jones' neck!

Laurel manhandles Smith into a cradle pin...

ONE!

He powers out. Smitty rushes to his feet but Laurel's there to meet him with another capoeira kick, a knee to the gut, and then a fisherman lift! Working quickly to take advantage of Smith's off balance stance before he can plant his two hundred and twenty-nine pounds down firm, she lifts him off his feet and flips him upside down, driving her knees in between his shoulderblades as she drives him down into Party Hardy: The Melancholy of Sunday Afternoon! Another cover attempt follows, her muscles straining to keep Jones pinned down.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-


HE FLINGS HIMSELF FREE! They both kip up. Laurel cracks Smith in the chin with an uppercut... just as he does the same thing to her! They both collapse down, into each other at first before bouncing apart. The ref checks first on Jones, then on Hardy... then throws up both hands with a single finger extended!

ONE!

The fans boo vociferously, furious at the very suggestion this might end by countout, but the referee can't do anything about it!

Anything, that is, except keep counting.


TWO!

A shower of empty cups and snack packets rains down into the ring!

MATT STEEL:
Man, we talked about how much they both needed to win this... we never even considered that it might end in a draw!

THREE!

Laurel rolls onto her front, shivering slightly. Smith is flat on his back, his chest going up and down like a trampoline.

FOUR!

MARK SANCTION:
They're both tough as nails. I'm sure they'll be back up before we hit the ten count.

FIVE!

Suddenly, all eyes turn to the stage, prompted by a sound cutting over the noise of the fans.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

The referee pauses, his hands halfway up to administer the SIX!, as he - like everyone else in the room minus the two weary combatants washing the canvas with their sweat - takes in the sight of Diamond Jack Sabbath swaggering down to the ring and slowly, sarcastically, applauding.

MARK SANCTION:
Wow. He showed up last time Jones and Hardy fought too...

DJS slows up, taking his sweet time to reach the ringside area. He's grinning the most shit-eating grin you have ever seen in your life.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH
Such heart. Ah.

YES, WE HAVE SARCASM IN STOCK.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH
And they do it all for you people.

He gestures around at the fans, who are doing their very best to suffocate him in boos. It's not working. It's just making him even more powerful!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH
They want to come into MY house, THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT!?, and try to take over? No. Whether you people cheer me or boo me really is immaterial. Either way this IS MY HOUSE and IT IS MINE to do with as I see fit!

Someone shouts that Jack was supposed to be in Melbourne.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH
I took a trip. Sue me.

He gives one last look towards Hardy and Jones, then snaps his fingers and points to the ring like he was in a restaurant calling a waiter. On cue, Serena Maxwell and Raine of War Enforcement slide into the ring and start beating the holy fucking snot out of both wrestlers with lengths of wood!

MARK SANCTION:
WHAT THE HELL!? Why did Sabbath feel the need to interrupt this!?

MATT STEEL:
Because both Laurel and Smith have been insulting and challenging him for months. Duh.

MARK SANCTION:
I know, but... urgh, I shouldn't even be surprised.

The scheduled competitors try to fight back, but against the fresh team, it's a hopeless situation...

...until EMERY LAYTON sprints from the back! The Natural Ones, Russ Lehman and Anson Orlandelli, are with her, and despite her recent turn to the dark side, OOKAMI no Chi who is still Laurel's friend after all!

Yes, Emery sprints out of from the back - RIGHT INTO A LARIAT THAT FLIPS HER UPSIDE-DOWN! Jack smiles and nods at Vrag, who proceeds to launch Emery right off the ramp and into the front rows, while the rest of Catastrophe - Alice Harris, Venym and Nemisys - ambush OOKAMI and The Natural Ones and start stomping the hell out of them. In the ring, meanwhile, Raine kerb stomps Smith's face into one length of wood while Serena drives Laurel's into the other with a double stomp to the back of her head. As the fan favourites roll onto their backs we can see they're both busted open, rosettes of blood and splinters on their foreheads. Diamond Jack Sabbath enters the ring at last, still taking his time regally - XWA is his kingdom, after all. He gestures to his henchmen to lift Jones and Hardy up, and Raine and Maxwell oblige. DJS hops from foot to foot as War Enforcement hustle Smith and Laurel together in tandem full nelsons - then Jack unleashes a spinning roundhouse that smashes across both of their faces!


MARK SANCTION:
A CROWN KICK TO BOTH OF THEM!

Raine and Serena shove the heroes down, leaving splatters of blood on the canvas, and they fall in line behind Jack as he dusts his hands and nods to the camera.

MARK SANCTION:
I guess this one's no contest.

MATT STEEL:
From where I'm sitting, Mark, I'd say the winners of this one are The Survivors.

Suddenly a thought overtakes Serena and she grabs the referee by the shirt, and shoves him to his hands and knees. Then she places a boot on Laurel's chest.

SERENA MAXWELL:
Count.

The referee doesn't want to, but one step in his direction from Raine quickly changes his mind.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


Hana stammers, but nevertheless speaks:

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Ladies and gentlemen, your new XWA Hardcore Champion... SERENA MAXWELL!

The Stranglers' "No More Heroes" hits the speakers as more trash rains down into the ring. The three representatives of The Survivors ignore it as they exchange nods with Catastrophe, watching from the stage. Serena snatches the Hardcore Championship belt from the referee and slings it over her shoulder as she, Raine and Diamond Jack Sabbath pose over the broken, bleeding bodies of Smith Jones and Laurel Anne Hardy.
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Re: Creature From The XWA (25/03/2017)

Postby DJS » Sat Apr 01, 2017 4:06 am

After a short and rather panic-filled break, we go to the XWA announcers desk as Mark Sanction and Matt Steel are there and ready for us.

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back. Obviously we are all still in shock after the terrifying attack from the Survivors, prematurely ending the match between Smith Jones and Laurel Anne Hardy only a few moments ago.

MATT STEEL:
I mean...we shouldn't be. Hardy and Jones are right at the top of the group's wanted list. It was bound to happen. But not only that, we have a new Hardcore Champion now, too!

MARK SANCTION:
But, XWA fans, fear not. We are not intimidated by the actions displayed by the Survivors and as such the show must go on. We've just seen a title change, but could we see another in our Main Event of the evening. Jerod Barnez, Supreme XWA Champion, defends against the monstrous Tarmogoyf!

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SUPREME XWA CHAMPIONSHIP:
Jerod Barnez vs. The Tarmogoyf


HANA RAMIEREZ:
Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening! The following match is scheduled for a one-fall and it is for the XWA Supreme Championship!

The fans cheer for the upcoming match as the lights go pitch black in the arena and Ozzy Osbourne’s “Mr. Crowley begins to play. A green strobe light begins to go off around the stage as Bob, the Confidant walks out from behind the curtain with a microphone in hand and a fedora pulled down, over his sunglass-covered eyes. Once he reaches the center of the stage, Bob stops, quickly popping his head back up and showing his face clearly. As the lyrics to the song begin, Bob pulls the microphone to his lips.

BOB, THE CONFIDENT
Introducing, standing six foot six and weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds, being accompanied to the ring by ... your’s truly, ha ha ha ... and hailing from the Verdant Catabombs ... The Tarmogoyf!

Following Bob’s daunting introduction, a platform slowly rises onto the stage from beneath. As it peaks, the camera zooms in and a bright flash of green illuminates the monster that is known as The Tarmogoyf. The monstrosity of a wrestler looks around, before turning his eyes to his translator, who points to the squared circle, proceeding to ball his pointed hand into a fist. The Tarmogoyf nods and the two make their way to the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
I gotta say, Matt, I’m very excited right now. We’re about to witness two behemoths tear into one another.

MATT STEEL:
Absolutely. It’s no secret that Bob’s been very active on Twitter, regarding this match. He’s confident - no name pun - that The Tarmogoyf’s leaving this one with the title and Jerod’s definitely taken some exception to that. I mean, he did say Jerod is a fluke champion. I’d be pretty pissed about that, too.

MARK SANCTION:
Jerod is a lot of things - and many of them, negative - but not a fluke. His win over Rob at Legends was very well deserved and this won’t be an easy fight. But it is hard to argue Bob’s confidence, with a monster like The Tarmogoyf.

As they reach the ring, Bob remains at its side while the man-monster pulls himself onto the apron and enters the ring. He grabs the ropes from inside and shakes them violently, readying himself for the huge encounter that’s about to happen. The Goyf heads to the center of the ring and turns to Bob, pointing at him. In response, The Confidant drops to a knee, in his usual pre-match theatric, seemingly presenting his creature with an offering that The Goyf points up. He then points to the ceiling while his music fades and the lights return to normal. The fans, with a brief moment of relative silence, take the opportunity to react with their thoughts of The Tarmogoyf; most booing the monster, but a small section actually cheering him. Their window to be heard is short and it’s taken away with a very quick, very loud sentence.

I’M A MOTHERFUCKING BEAST!

Jerod Barnez pops through the curtain as “Beast plays, holding his left hand high in a fist and his right hand high with the Supreme Championship clenched in it.

MARK SANCTION:
And here comes the champion.

Jerod keeps his hands up until the shouts of being a ‘motherfucking beast’ are heard again, when he drops the championship onto his shoulder, grins and begins his march to the ring.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And his opponent, hailing from Detroit, Michigan, standing six feet, six inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and ninety-one pounds, he is the first ever two-time XWA Supreme Champion, ‘Supreme’ Jerod Barnez!

MARK SANCTION:
While I do think Bob’s been fairly underselling Jerod’s ability, there’s no denying to me that Jerod is underselling The Tarmogoyf. This is a man - if we can call him that - who was able to beat down Diamond Jack Sabbath to the point of stoppage. These two need to expect the best out of each other tonight, because they’re both very dangerous.

MATT STEEL:
No doubt about that. I just wanna see these two go at it. Somebody’s getting hurt tonight. Hell, with these two fighting, maybe everybody’s getting hurt.

As Jerod struts down the ramp, he holds onto his shoulder-draped championship with one hand and nonchalantly waves a middle finger at the crowd with the other, garnering more boos in his direction. Once he reaches the ring, the champion walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the middle and top ropes. He briefly shoots a glare over at The Tarmogoyf, who stands as intense as ever, and then one to Bob, before turning to the nearest corner of the ring and ascending to the middle rope, where he raises his fist and championship once more, continuing to smirk arrogantly as he does so. The Supreme Champion hops back down to the canvas and takes off his sunglasses, which he tosses over his shoulder, out of the ring. His music dies down and Jerod hands the Supreme Championship over to XWA’s senior official, Jack Tickles. The referee lifts the grand prize of XWA into the air and shows it off to all members of the audience before passing it along to Hana, who exits the ring and takes it to ringside. Jack looks at both competitors, making sure they’re ready to begin and then he calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

MARK SANCTION:
Here we go!

As soon as the match is underway, The Tarmogoyf bursts across the ring, sprinting at Jerod with speed and bulldozing him straight back into the corner! The audience lights up with cheers at the sudden burst of offense and The Goyf begins pounding away at the champion with cornered punches. Jack tries to break it up, but he’s unable to pull the monster off of Jerod. He does, however, provide just enough space to allow Jerod to squeeze his way out of the corner and straight through the ropes, hopping out of the ring for an early breather. Figuring Jack will keep The Goyf in the ring, Jerod takes a few steps away to recuperate. Jack does, indeed, try to keep the monster in the ring, but The Tarmogoyf shows his lack of care for the official by shoving him away with such force that he goes dropping onto his back. Normally, that’d be a clear disqualification, but Jack knows nobody wants to see this match end this quick or like that. The Goyf exits the ring and meets Jerod on the outside, where the two begin exchanging punches, much to the fans’ delight! They’re out-of-ring brawl pulls them towards the commentary table, which Goyf slams Jerod’s head off of, forcing him to groggily stumble for a moment. He then rips the cover off of the table and yanks the television monitors out as well!

MATT STEEL:
Well, that didn’t take long. I’m just gonna go ahead and scoot over, here.

MARK SANCTION:
The referee’s giving these two some serious leeway, given that this is the main event, but we might already be losing our table!

As Matt gets as far away from the table as his headset’s wire will allow him, Goyf turns his attention back to Jerod, but the Supreme Champion fights back as he nails his opposition with a hard-hitting Lariat! This Lariat would take down many, but the beast of a being that is The Tarmogoyf stays standing, albeit a tad disoriented. Jerod uses this opportunity to pound his foe’s head in with punch after punch, each one slowly drooping The Goyf more and more onto the commentary table until his upper back is lying on top of it. As Jack yells for the two to get back into the ring, occasionally counting because he does have a job to do, but he really doesn’t want this to end in a count out, Jerod pulls himself on top of the table! The audience roars in approval.

MARK SANCTION:
Yeah, moving’s probably a good idea.

Mark gets help from Hana to get him and his wheelchair moved away from the immediate surroundings of the table. Meanwhile, the champion pulls his opponent up onto the chair with him and places The Goyf’s head directly between his legs, perhaps looking for a Powerbomb through the table! Bob rushes over, but Jack notices this and warns him not to get involved, before going back to yelling at Jerod to bring it back in the ring. As The Confidant looks on, Jerod gets ready to lift The Goyf, but he fights back! The Goyf hits Jerod with repeated punches to the side of his ribs, forcing Jerod to release his grip and allowing the challenger to stand up. He instantly knees Barnez in the mid-section and places Jerod’s head between his legs - The Goyf now being the one preparing a Powerbomb! The fans cheer as The Goyf lifts Jerod onto his shoulders, but his Powerbomb isn’t aimed at the table itself. Instead, The Goyf turns with Jerod on his shoulders and he forcefully launches the champion off of the table, sending him crashing to the very thinly-padded floor with a huge throw! The fans burst into huge cheers for the move.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my God! The Tarmogoyf just Powerbombed the champion all the way to the floor! Yeah, there’s padding, but that sure as hell isn’t enough to stop the damage Jerod just took there!

MATT STEEL:
Getting thrown off our announce table by somebody with that much power might as well be getting chucked off the Empire State Building.

The Goyf drops down off of the table as Bob applauds him on his job so far. He grabs Jerod and pulls him up, pushing him into the ring under the bottom rope and following in afterwards, looking for an immediate pin to capitalize on that huge Powerbomb.

ONE!

Jerod kicks out almost instantly after the count of one! While Bob and The Tarmogoyf weren’t likely expecting Jerod to go down quite that easily, it’s clear they’re shocked - especially Bob - that he was able to kick out so quickly. Nevertheless, The Goyf is not ready to slow down. He gets back to his feet and pries his opponent up, nailing him with a few clubbing blows as he does so. He then picks Jerod up onto his shoulder and carries him to the nearest corner of the ring where he places Jerod in a seated position on the top rope. He grabs the champion by the air with one hand and, while ignoring Jack’s demands to let go of Jerod’s hair, he nails Barnez with a few punches to the face, until Jerod strikes back with a hard kick to the face of his adversary! The Goyf stumbles backwards from the sudden strike, allowing Jerod enough time to move. He stands up on the middle rope and turns himself around. With beautiful athleticism and agility, Jerod leaps onto the top rope and springs off of, soaring through the air with a graceful Double Jump Moonsault - all the way until he’s caught, Oklahoma Slam-style, on The Goyf’s shoulder! The strength of the monster impresses even the most hate-filled fans and The Goyf follows this up by running forward and tossing Jerod off of his shoulder, face-first into the top turnbuckle! Jerod stumbles onto his feet after the toss, but he stumbles straight into the grasp of The Goyf again, who applies a Half Nelson and proceeds to flip Jerod backwards, with a Suplex, dropping the champion right on his head!

MARK SANCTION: Jerod is known for his God-like strength, but this monster is proving to be just as strong, if not stronger! He just caught the near 300 pound man, tossed him into the top rope and then Suplexed him like it was nothing!

MATT STEEL: Not to mention, that Half Nelson Suplex spiked Jerod right on his head. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Jerod’s getting manhandled right now.

The Tarmogoyf again goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!


Slower this time, but Jerod still gets his shoulder up to keep the chances of retaining his title alive! The progress made with the time it took Jerod to kick out appears to please The Goyf, but he continues to stay on the attack. He gets back to his feet and presses the sole of his boot against Jerod’s throat, blatantly choking him in front of the referee! Jack counts to five, but The Goyf doesn’t stop, knowing the official won’t disqualify him yet due to the importance of the match. Jack does try to physically pull The Tarmogoyf off of Jerod, but it’s obviously to no avail. It isn’t until the monster wants to be done with this choke that he finally is. He turns away from Jerod and raises both hands into the air, as if to tell the audience to marvel at the destruction of Jerod that he’s caused. The fans give a mixed reaction, with most of the cheers coming from the fans whom intensely dislike the champion. What The Goyf doesn’t realize, just as well as Bob, is that Jerod is getting up during this moment. He’s holding his throat and choking, but he’s getting up. Bob notices Barnez just as The Goyf is going to turn back to him, but by then, it’s too late. The champion drills his opponent into the canvas with as much force as he can muster, planting him with his finishing maneuver, the Gore! The audience responds with cheers and boos mixed together, but loud.

MATT STEEL:
Oh shit, Gore!

MARK SANCTION:
The Gore! Where the hell did that come from?!

This time, it’s Jerod going for the cover. The Confidant quickly pulls himself onto the apron to try to distract the official, but Jack doesn’t even notice him before going for the count.

ONE!

TWO!


TH--But The Tarmogoyf kicks out at two and a half, much to Bob’s relief! Even the audience cheers for the kick out.

MARK SANCTION:
The Tarmogoyf kicked out of the Gore!

Bob stays on the apron, seemingly recovering from the mini-heart attack he just had at the thought of The Goyf potentially losing this match. As he spends too long focusing on that, however, he doesn’t see that Jerod’s noticed him. Just as Bob goes to look up and see what’s happening now, he’s drilled right off of the apron as Jerod dives through the middle and top ropes, crashing to the floor outside of the ring with The Confidant to land a huge Suicide Gore! The fans burst into cheers as, even though The Tarmogoyf appears to be the favorite in this match, the same can’t be said for his translator.

MARK SANCTION:
Jerod Gored Bob! He Gored The Confidant right off the Goddamn apron!

MATT STEEL:
I know Jerod’s been wanting to do that for weeks now, but damn! I didn’t think he’d put himself at risk that much to go after Bob! Let’s face it, Bob may be broken in half right now, but that dive hurt Jerod too!

On the outside of the ring, Jerod is slow to get back to his feet, but he gradually gets up. Meanwhile, inside the ring, The Tarmogoyf is getting up as well, but he only makes it to a knee, seeming too damaged from the Gore to get up any further. However, as Jerod pulls himself onto the apron, it’s clear The Goyf isn’t in that position because he’s too hurt to get back up properly. He transitions into a three-point stance and, as Jerod enters the ring, licks his lips. Just as the champion takes a step forward, he’s met with a tremendously stiff Lariat - The Tarmogoyf’s finishing blow, the Doom Blade!

MARK SANCTION:
The Doom Blade! Jesus Christ, they’re hitting each other with their best shots all at once!

MATT STEEL:
Shit, we may have a new champ!

The audience excitedly cheers as The Goyf goes for the pin, desperately wanting Jerod to be dethroned. They count along with the official.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE
--But the match continues as Jerod just barely gets his shoulder up in time to prevent the match-ending count! The Goyf’s eyes widen as the monstrosity of a being freaks out, having been sure he was going to win there.

MARK SANCTION:
Jerod kicked out and the man-monster is livid!

The man-monster stomps down on Jerod over and over, letting out all of his anger at once as he tears into the champion. Once he’s done stomping apart Barnez, he continues his assault by picking Jerod up off of the canvas and putting him in position for a Powerbomb, similar to the one he sent Jerod flying off of the commentary table with earlier. Again showcasing his terrifying strength, The Goyf lifts Jerod onto his shoulders practically effortlessly, although his anger does seem to help his strength at the moment, and he drills the champion into the canvas with a big Powerbomb!

MARK SANCTION:
Brutal Powerbomb!

Most would go for a pin attempt after a powerful move such as that, but The Tarmogoyf is seeing red. He picks Jerod up again and, much-like he just did, he sets up for another Powerbomb! The man-monster pulls Jerod onto his shoulders and successfully lands the second Powerbomb in a row!

MATT STEEL:
Fuck, a second one!

And still, no pin attempt. Rather, it seems like a good idea to go for another Powerbomb, in The Goyf’s mind. He, once more, picks Jerod up and lifts him onto his shoulders. This time, he drops the champion to the canvas with the most devastating Powerbomb of them all, shaking the canvas wildly from the impact! The fans cheer for the big outburst of angered offense from The Goyf and the damage it’s doing to Jerod.

MARK SANCTION:
He’s lost it! The Tarmogoyf has lost it!

The big man momentarily stares down at Jerod, appearing to finally be calming down, but it doesn’t last long. He STILL opts out of going for a pin attempt and pulls Jerod back into position again, placing Jerod’s head between his legs for what appears to be a FOURTH Powerbomb attempt. What Jerod’s in for is a lot more dangerous, however. He lifts Jerod off of the canvas, but keeps him suspended upside-down - The Tarmogoyf is looking for his ultimate move. The fans let out a mixed reaction as The Goyf holds Jerod in position for the Piledriver that he calls the Night’s Whisper!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no, not this! This is the move that put Diamond Jack Sabbath down!

MATT STEEL:
If he lands this, I don’t think even Jerod is gonna be able to kick out!

It’s clear just how angry The Tarmogoyf is at the moment, likely from a mixture of Jerod’s resiliency and the fact that he attacked his Confidant, and the situation is very dangerous for the champion. Fortunately for Jerod, he’s not an idiot and he knows exactly how much trouble he’s in right now. As such, Jerod frantically fights back, trying to free himself from his opponent’s grasp by wildly kicking his feet into The Goyf’s head! After a few kicks, this does the trick and The Goyf’s grip is loosened enough for Jerod to drop out of position. He lands on his feet and stumbles backwards a little bit, but he’s not exactly getting out of this predicament unscathed. The Tarmogoyf bursts forward and drills the Supreme Champion directly in the nose with a vicious Big Boot that forces blood to fly from Barnez’s nostrils and drops him in the process!

MATT STEEL:
Goddamn!

MARK SANCTION:
Jerod escaped the danger of the Night’s Whisper, but that Big Boot may have just broken his damn nose!

With the audience again cheering wildly, The Goyf goes for another pin attempt, looking to end this once and for all.

ONE!

TWO!

THR
--Yet Jerod still kicks out! The Tarmogoyf gets back to his feet quickly, but he takes a moment to assess the situation. He looks out of the ring for Bob and notices he’s still down from the earlier Gore. He then looks around the ring and the man-monster gets a crazy idea. He exits the ring, onto the apron and, from the apron, begins ascending the ropes! The fans cheer in excitement as he climbs.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no, is he going to the top rope?

MATT STEEL:
He is, Mark! The Tarmogoyf is going to the top rope!

MARK SANCTION:
This can’t end well for anyone involved.

Eventually, The Goyf makes it to the top rope and it’s very obvious he’s not comfortable up there. He stumbles a little bit, but he takes a moment to make sure his balance is right. He then looks down at Jerod in the ring. Fans look on in awe at the sight of the big monster standing so high. It’s almost as if time is standing still at this moment, but things move very quickly, very shortly. Getting a huge wave of adrenaline and fighting through the pain, Jerod quickly jumps back to his feet and he darts up the ropes, meeting The Goyf at the top and bringing him back down with him, landing a massive Avalanche Belly-to-Belly Suplex! The shaking from the Powerbombs earlier are nothing in comparison to how hard the canvas bounces from this impact, as Jerod’s adrenaline fades out with the landing and the two men are down with the fans on their feet, cheering and chanting, “holy shit!

MARK SANCTION:
JEROD JUST THREW THE TARMOGOYF OFF THE TOP GODDAMN ROPE!

MATT STEEL:
How the hell is the ring still standing?!

Both men are down, but the audience stays on their feet, cheering loudly. The electricity is pumping through everyone in the arena right now. Slowly, very slowly, both men eventually begin to get up, as the crowd continues to cheer and shout. Jack has completely abandoned any thought of attempting a double count, because he’s not about to be the most hated man in the XWA for ending this that way. Nevertheless, the two beasts make it back to their feet and the fight consumes. Jerod is first to strike, hitting The Goyf with a punch to the jaw that garners a mixed reaction from the fans, mostly consisting of boos. The Goyf slowly responds with a punch of his own, getting a mixed reaction that was made primarily of cheers. The two exchange these shots, seemingly having a hard time standing after each one, but staying up. The punches eventually change, however, with Jerod spinning into a Discus Punch! The hit nearly drops the man-monster, but he stays up and responds with a brutally hard knee strike to Barnez’s ribcage, causing him to stumble a foot away, in pain. He continues to fight through it and he shoots back at The Tarmogoyf, hitting him with a hard open-palm right-handed strike. He follows that up with a similar strike from his left hand, before hitting him with the tip of his right elbow. He then spins backwards, and cracks the challenger in the face with that same elbow in the form of a spinning back elbow strike and finishes the combination by spinning back around into a Discus Lariat that hits so hard, but is unable to drop The Tarmogoyf!

MARK SANCTION:
Jesus, how did The Tarmogoyf not fall from that?!

Jerod knees The Goyf in his stomach, doubling him over. He then places The Goyf’s head between his legs, perhaps again setting up for yet another Powerbomb in this battle.

MATT STEEL:
And here comes more heavy lifting. How does Jerod still have the strength for this?

Jerod showcases his strength by lifting the huge man onto his shoulders, although he struggles just a bit to get him up there with all of the damage he’s taken in this match. Instead of instantly dropping The Goyf, Jerod opts for another plan. He runs forward and tosses the challenger off of his shoulders, sending his upper back hitting hard against the top turnbuckle with a Buckle Bomb! Somehow, The Goyf stays standing!

MARK SANCTION:
Right into the turnbuckle, but the beast is still standing! Wait--Jerod’s running!

As the man-monster stumbles dizzily out of the corner, but stays on his feet, Barnez runs across the ring. He rebounds off of the ropes to gain as much speed and momentum as possible before meeting The Goyf in the center of the ring with one of the most powerful Gores of his career! The audience erupts into a huge reaction of mixed cheers and boos as Jerod finally takes The Goyf down.

MARK SANCTION:
Gore! Another Gore!

Jerod drapes himself over The Tarmogoyf, just barely hooking his leg with what power he has left.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!


“Beast" hits as the audience continues their mixed reaction with heavy boos for Jerod’s victory and cheers for the match they just witnessed.

MARK SANCTION:
Jerod retains in one hell of a match!

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here is your winner, and STILL the XWA Supreme Champion, Jerod Barnez!

As the official heads out of the ring to get Jerod’s championship, the champion forces himself back to his feet.

MATT STEEL:
The music says it all, Mark. Jerod is a motherfucking beast. You have to be to beast to beat a monster like The Tarmogoyf in a match like we just witnessed.

MARK SANCTION:
This has got to be one of Jerod’s most impressive wins here, in the XWA. The Tarmogoyf put up one hell of a fight, but Jerod took everything that was thrown at him, including a possibly broken nose, and came out on top.

MATT STEEL:
I have a feeling it’s gonna be a long time before someone takes that title away from him.

Jack hands the Supreme Championship over to Jerod, who takes it with force, but he doesn’t seem set on simply raising his title in victory. He demands that the official fetch him a microphone. Jack does as requested and exits the ring, getting a microphone from ringside.

MARK SANCTION:
What, is he gonna talk now? Of course, instead of just savoring the big win, he’s gotta open his big mouth and remind everyone of why they hate him.

MATT STEEL:
Speak for yourself, I wanna hear what he’s got to say!

As soon as Jack enters the ring and begins to hold the microphone out to Jerod, the champion snatches it away very quickly. With the Supreme Championship on his shoulder, an exhausted, out-of-breath Jerod shouts into the microphone.

JEROD BARNEZ:
Cut the music!

His music fades out almost instantly following this loud request. The audience picks up a bit once the music is gone, mixing cheers and boos once more with some excited about what Jerod has to say and others knowing it’s going to be something douchey. Still exhausted, Jerod speaks into the microphone, breathing heavily into it as he does so.

JEROD BARNEZ:
Ever since I won this championship for the second time - a feat not done by anyone else - I have been repeatedly disrespected by my peers and the management of this company. Bella Quinn just carelessly throws me into matches against opponents who aren’t worthy to lace up my boots, other wrestlers make claims that they’re the best when I’m the only one holding the proof. THIS proof!

Jerod motions to the championship on his shoulder as he says that.

JEROD BARNEZ:
How much do they need to keep trying to diminish this championship and what it means, huh? It isn’t some bullshit ‘prize’ given out to the losers of this industry who aren’t good enough to fight the biggest fights, like the Hardcore Championship. I don’t need weapons to prove that I’m the best and this championship shows that. But still, I hear it over and over, all the worthless sacks of shit in this industry claiming to be the best without doing a damn thing to prove it. Laurel Anne Hardy is one thing, but that fucking guy -“

The champion points out of the ring at Bob, who’s sitting, leaned against the barricade, still recovering from the Gore he took earlier.

JEROD BARNEZ:
You call me a fluke champion. You come at me as if it was determined from day one that your guy would beat me. You treat me as if I’m nothing more than an obstacle. Well, look where your guy is now. He’s on the fucking GROUND, where he belongs!

Fans boo as Jerod points down at The Tarmogoyf.

JEROD BARNEZ:
With nothing - no proof at all - you claimed your guy to be superior to me and, just like everyone expected, I put him down! Yeah, I’m hurting. Yeah, I’m bleeding. It was a hard fight, but it was still a fight that I won and he lost. And you know the pain you’re feeling right now from when I Gored your ass? Remember that the next time you even think about putting my name in your mouth. I won’t drill you into the ground next time, I’ll rip you in fucking half!

The audience’s reaction to this is a bit more neutral, with the heavy amount of disdain the fans have for Bob.

JEROD BARNEZ:
So, tonight, I proved once again that I am the best in this company, yeah? I mean, it sure as hell looks that way to me, but I have no doubt there will be more idiots thinking otherwise despite the proof that I just put right in front of their faces. But let’s not focus on what I just did. Let’s focus on what I’m doing next. Next, I go to Australia and I murder whoever is put in front of me there. After that, Japan, where I take out Michael Swift and conti--

Jerod’s speech is abruptly interrupted by a very unexpected source. Héroes del Silencio’s “Avalancha hits the PA System as one half of Nueva Era Tainos, Grandeza, steps onto the stage. Grandeza is dressed casually and doesn’t have a microphone, but he stands atop the stage, looking down the ramp, into the ring, at Jerod, with a grin. Jerod’s confused, as the audience appears to be as well.

MARK SANCTION:
What the hell is this guy doing here?

MATT STEEL:
I have no idea.

MARK SANCTION:
For those of you who don’t keep up with Massacre, this is Grandeza, the cousin of Lx-Tim. The two of them were eliminated from an ongoing tag team tournament at our most recent episode of Massacre, but I have no clue what business he would have with Jerod.

By now, The Tarmogoyf has rolled out of the ring and is being checked on by Bob. Grandeza’s music stops playing, but he doesn’t do anything. He just continues to grin from the ramp, further confusing and annoying Jerod.

JEROD BARNEZ:
What? What the fuck do you want? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of in the middle of someth--“

Jerod stops his sentence mid-word due to a sudden burst of cheers and boos from the audience. Not knowing what they’re reacting to, he quickly tries to turn around to see and he’s instantly blinded with a poison mist shot from the mouth of Lx-Tim!

MARK SANCTION:
Now Tim’s here! What the hell is going on?!

MATT STEEL:
Tim and Jerod had some problems last year, beginning with the formation of ELITE and the attack on Thomas Barnez. I don’t know why Tim’s going after Jerod now, but the champ’s in serious trouble!

With Jerod temporarily blinded, Tim attacks with strikes all over his body. Meanwhile, Grandeza runs down the ramp as fast as he can to help. He slides into the ring and the two of them continue to beat down Jerod together. The audience is loud, but mixed, with their reaction as the Supreme Champion is dismantled following a hard fought match.

MARK SANCTION:
Come on, somebody stop this! I don’t care for the jackass myself, but there’s no need for this, especially after the great match we just witnessed!

Looking to put an end to this, the official tries to break things up. Grandeza quickly snaps to him and gets in Jack’s face, keeping him at bay while Tim continues to hit Jerod. The champion begins to fight back, however, as he responds to Tim’s shots with some punches of his own, quickly taking control of the fight and dropping Tim with a combination of hits! Grandeza turns away from the official to see what’s happening, but he doesn’t get any time to react as he’s immediately drilled into the canvas with a huge Gore!

MARK SANCTION:
Gore! Jerod just Gored Grandeza!

Jerod stomps on Grandeza few times before dropping to his knees and bashing Lx-Tim’s cousin over the head with punch after punch! The hard and fast strikes from Jerod don’t take long to draw blood, but the sight of the blood doesn’t force Barnez to ease up at all! The audience is now cheering heavily at the fight, but their cheers come to a screeching halt as Jerod is drilled, all of a sudden, in the back of the head with his own championship, by Tim! The championship shot, which came in the form of Tim speeding across the ring and putting all of his weight into it, drops Barnez to the canvas.

MARK SANCTION:
And Tim hits Jerod in the back of the head with his own title! Damnit, what the hell is happening right now?!

Tim drops the title and takes a brief moment to check on Grandeza, who appears to be out cold, with blood covering his face. He shrugs it off, more concerned with Jerod right now. The Television Champion attacks Jerod with stomps, aimed directly at the back of his head, where the championship hit. Jack, again, tries to break it up, but this time Tim pushes the official away and then rushes at him with a huge Lariat!

MARK SANCTION:
This is getting out of hand!

Tim turns back to Jerod and sees him stirring, but in pain. He jumps out of the ring and lifts up the ring skirt, pulling a steel chair out from beneath it. With chair in hand, Tim reenters the ring and waits for his prey to reach his feet. Once Jerod finally manages to stand, a feat very difficult for him to accomplish after this beat down and a match with The Tarmogoyf, he’s put right back down with a huge, unprotected chair shot to the forehead! The sound of steel meeting flesh echoes throughout the arena, garnering a cringe from various fans.

MARK SANCTION:
Jesus Christ, that chair shot was heard all the way back in America!

MATT STEEL:
Jerod’s a beast, but Goddamn, there’s only so much anyone can take.

Tim is far from done, however. Jerod slowly rolls onto his side, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, and Tim takes this opportunity to upgrade the dent in the steel chair to the seat coming completely off its hinges as he repeatedly slams the chair over the side of Jerod’s head as many times as he can and as fast as he can before it breaks off! Some members of the crowd are silent, unsure of how to react at the violence they’re seeing right now.

MATT STEEL:
Fuck! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone swing a chair so brutally before.

Tim drops the legs of the chair, which were all that was left in his grasp. He turns toward Grandeza, who’s still out, and then looks at the referee, also still out. Finally, Tim turns his focus to Jerod again, who lies, limp, on the canvas. Tim backs up, not to get away from Jerod, but to create running room.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no, what now?

Tim kneels down slightly, waiting for Jerod to move. The champion, despite all signs saying that he should just stay down, refuses to do so. He tries, with every bit of life left in him, to get back to his feet, but he can only get as far as all fours before ...

SMACK!

MARK SANCTION:
The Footnote! Tim just punted Jerod’s damn head in!

MATT STEEL:
He’s gotta have a concussion by now!

The impact of the punt caused Jerod to flip onto his back, as he seemingly fades in and out of consciousness. And yet, Tim is still not done. He backs away from the champion for a second time and kneels down again, waiting once more.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no, not another one. Don’t do another one!

Tim waits patiently for Jerod to move again. His calm demeanor, in a moment like this, is very unsettling. Most would appear very energized and animated while putting out a beat-down like this, but Tim simply kneels there, calmly watching Jerod struggle to get back up. Once the time is opportune again, though, he springs right back into action and Jerod is hit with the second Footnote in a row!

MARK SANCTION:
Why isn’t anyone stopping this?!

MATT STEEL:
The only people who would have enough power to stop Tim right now are other wrestlers and Jerod hasn’t exactly been too friendly with them.

By now, Tim’s boots and pant legs are covered in Jerod’s blood, some from his nose that was busted open earlier by The Tarmogoyf, some from his head that was cut by the many chair shots and some from the punts themselves, causing blood to spit out from Jerod’s mouth and lips. You would think now Tim has finally done enough to get whatever point he’s trying to get across, but you’d only think that if you don’t know Lx-Tim. The Television Champion backs away, yet again. This time, instead of kneeling down, he reaches back with both hands and grabs the top rope, leaning forward while he holds himself up that way, stretching, but also keeping himself pumped. Jerod, somehow, continues to move, but he’s getting slower by the second. Instead of trying to push himself off of the ground on his own, he desperately grabs onto the ropes to help pull himself up. Tim lets him get up higher than he did before, as Jerod reaches the middle rope, shaking while he struggles to pull himself up. And then, Tim attacks again. He rushes forward, but this time, he doesn’t punt Jerod. Instead, he opts for a different kick.BOOM! the Television Champion shouts, as he connects with a savage kick to the side of Jerod’s head, forcing him to violently smack off of the ropes and ricochet to the canvas.

Headshot!

MARK SANCTION:
And Tim with the Headshot, the signature move of Rob Chapman! It was Rob who started this whole damn thing with Jerod in the first place, months back.

MATT STEEL:
Man, this is bad. Jerod’s bleeding. He isn’t moving.

The Television Champion looks at the downed Supreme Champion with a cold smirk on his face. His whole career was defined by two words; history maker. That moniker was earned everywhere he went, even in XWA, but he always strives to build to it. His wrestling ability has earned him tremendous respect, but he doesn’t want anything less than to be considered this industry’s greatest and tonight, in XWA’s trip to Brazil, he took down the one man who has XWA’s greatest prize. Tim kneels down and picks that very title - the Supreme Championship - up off of the canvas from where he tossed it after bashing it over its owner’s head. “The Portrait of Greatness holds it in his hands and stares at it. The audience, by now, is mostly silent, watching as Tim stands in a ring shared with two bloody men and a broken chair. Finally, to give the viewers one last beautiful sight before the show ends, Tim raises the Supreme Championship into the air. Creature From The XWA fades out.

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