XWA: If You Want Blood - 29/4/2017

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XWA: If You Want Blood - 29/4/2017

Postby DJS » Fri May 05, 2017 7:31 pm

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The Melbourne Cricket Grounds are absolutely huge. Mindnumbingly huge. It actually looks even larger when it's near-empty, though. Don't worry, this isn't the show yet, though. This is right before If You Want Blood gets going. A couple of hours to go until Australians begin to fill this place and cheer their favorites and shower their least-favourites with atrocities. As the technical team go through their last minute checks, we hear bits of wrestlers' entrance themes played in the background, a fella testing mics, a few talking about how they're going to lower the cage later. But right now, we focus in someone else. Adam Fenric, in his gear already and wearing that MAGNIFICENT CAPE he is becoming infamous for, has been stood by for more time than he's wanted to be. Looking around, straight-faced, he stands next to the apron for long enough before he finally pipes up.

ADAM FENRIC:
I still don't see the value in this.

From somewhere, we hear a muffled response at such a speed that you can't really understand it.

???:
Quiet! I'm looking around!

ADAM FENRIC:
No, no, that's not good enough. I'm going to need you to come out.

???:
Yeah, you say that to all the other lads don't you, ya bloody p--

ADAM FENRIC:
I cannot hear you at all.

???:
I said...uh, you know what? Fine. I'll just...fuck's sake...

Now, finally, after hearing movements of big, heavy steel things under the ring, popping her head out from the apron is Emery Layton. She is still wearing her usual beanie hat and jacket, even though we are in Australia and she is most definitely overdressed.

EMERY LAYTON:
I said I'm looking around. We got a big match later on. Tables, ladders and chairs. Best to know what we got to work with, yeah?

ADAM FENRIC:
It's an early hypothesis but I would imagine it'll be tables, ladders and chairs, Emery.

EMERY LAYTON:
Yes, Smart-Arse, but there's more to it! Anyway, you're not helping. You're always going on about strategy and outsmarting people, and here I am doing the leg work while you're just stood there in your cape looking like...

She stops, trying to come up with something witty. Adam looks to his side.

ADAM FENRIC:
Do continue.

EMERY LAYTON:
Like...I really thought I'd have one by the end of this sentence but I don't. Listen, shush a minute okay? I got more important shit on the mind right now. In fact...hang on...I saw a thing...

She goes back under the apron. Adam sits down on the steel-steps to his side for a few seconds until he nearly bumps shoulders with a stagehand who is carrying a large speaker.

STAFF MEMBER:
Watch it, Nosferatu.

EMERY LAYTON:
Aahhh!!

Em pops her head back out again, wide-eyed.

EMERY LAYTON:
Nosferatu! That's a good one! Nice. Ten points to the fella with the speaker over there! See I was just gonna call you "Count".

ADAM FENRIC:
I'm not a Count, though.

EMERY LAYTON:
I dunno, you can be a bit of a Count sometimes...

The staff member just shakes his head as he walks up the ramp.

STAFF MEMBER:
Freaks...

Em slides out from under the ring, with a snarl.

EMERY LAYTON:
Oi! I might be deaf in one ear but I still heard that! Come back down here and say that!

Adam holds her back, dispondent look on his face.

ADAM FENRIC:
Emery, this is wasting time.

EMERY LAYTON:
I ain't afraid of him!

ADAM FENRIC:
Emery.

EMERY LAYTON:
Thinks he's so fucking great just cos he can carry big speakers and walk around like he knows what the fuck he's doing...

ADAM FENRIC:
Emery, if you're just going to insult anyone who happens to pass us because they make derogatory statements, then perhaps we should just go to the back where everyone else is and--

EMERY LAYTON:
Aha! Nah, that's what they want us to do! But you and me, we're a smarter pair of eggs! See when those other teams come out, they're gonna use the ladders, the tables, the chairs around the ring, all set up for them cos they need to be spoonfed like little babies. But you and me? We're ten steps ahead. We know where all the other shit is gonna be kept and what the other shit is! There's a Three Stages of Hell match later tonight, so this place is gonna be laced with shit and I wanna know what we can use before anyone else gets to it. See what I mean? Ten steps ahead!

ADAM FENRIC:
That's...actually quite resourceful.

EMERY LAYTON:
Uh-huh, uh-huh, see?? And I got a list too!

She holds up what appears to be a napkin with scribblings all over it. Adam takes it and looks it up and down, a bit confused.

ADAM FENRIC:
"Four tsp golden rum, four tsp of white rum, one--"

EMERY LAYTON:
Oh shit. Wait, no, turn it over.

She turns it over for him where he can now see the other side.

ADAM FENRIC:
Ah. I see. Well...this provides us with an advantage.

EMERY LAYTON:
Oh yeah...see? Not just a pretty face. Got my shit together this time. And that's not even counting the stuff I put there myself.

Adam looks up.

EMERY LAYTON:
Only a few things. Promise. Pinky promise.

She holds out her pinky finger and Adam just stares at it for a few seconds, completely unsure of what this gesture actually means.

ADAM FENRIC:
Well, I suppose it is a step in the right direction.

Em drops her finger and her hand down.

EMERY LAYTON:
Yep. And you just bring your scary brain-box catch-wrestling shit and we'll be outta here in no time with a win. See? Whoever said we didn't make a good team? They're probably mad.

ADAM FENRIC:
Quite. Did you find anything else before I leave you to go and prepare?

EMERY LAYTON:
Hmm...well there was this.

She holds up a shovel. Adam blinks.

ADAM FENRIC:
Why was that there?

EMERY LAYTON:
I dunno. I asked a few of the fellas over there and they said they always have one "just in case we have to do Shovel Shot again" but I dunno what that means.

ADAM FENRIC:
Interesting.

EMERY LAYTON:
Do you actually mean that?

ADAM FENRIC:
No. I will meet you back here later for our match.

EMERY LAYTON:
Can we catch up before that? I wanna go over the entrance again.

ADAM FENRIC:
No.

EMERY LAYTON:
How about victory drinks after we win?

ADAM FENRIC:
No!

EMERY LAYTON:
Oh come on. That's no fun. You're no fun. All hail Adam Fenric, the Killer of Fun.

ADAM FENRIC:
I do not do this for "fun", Emery. I do this to recover any semblance of a legacy that my family completely obliterated through their actions in order restore their name as something good.

EMERY LAYTON:
I thought you just did this to have an excuse to call people 'stupid' to be honest. Also, I thought you were supposed to be all nice and shit now?

ADAM FENRIC:
No one is nice, Emery. But I will see you later.

And Adam leaves, holding the list, as Em pulls herself up onto the apron and lies across it, putting her hands behind her head.

EMERY LAYTON:
See, Em? You can work with him. Might be the first day he's not looked at me like I'm a complete piece of shit.

Another staff member carrying wires walks by her.

STAFF MEMBER:
Are you really just gonna lie there while we do all of this?

EMERY LAYTON:
Why not? It's my first Supershow and I got a wild night ahead. This might be the only chance I get...

And with that, we fade to...

The BattleZone goes Down Under, it's...
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Broadcast exclusively on The Xperience
LIVE! From Melbourne Cricket Ground, Melbourne, Australia (100, 000 Capacity),

Theme Song: "If You Want Blood (You Got It)" by AC/DC

Pyro! Explosions! Excitement! And all of it in an Australian accent, somehow. Melbourne's Supershow begins with an overwhelming reaction from our Aussie fans as we close in on the Cricket Ground. As per normal, we visit Mark Sanction and Matt Steel first on Play-by-Play and Color commentary respectively.

MARK SANCTION:
Two Out of Three Falls! Tables, Ladders, Chairs! An incredible triple threat and a David vs. Goliath match, ladies and gentlemen welcome to XWA: If You Want Blood, coming to you live from the Melbourne Cricket Grounds for the first time ever! I'm Mark Sanction and joining me as always is my Supershow broadcast collegue Matt Steel and Matt, what a show we've got planned tonight!

MATT STEEL:
Yeah but what's going on with the Supreme XWA Championship? We had a main event planned tonight but that's completely up in the air right now! I have no idea what's happening!

MARK SANCTION:
And neither do I. The powers above have been tight-lipped about the entire thing so fans, we know just as much as you do on this, but apparently co-owner Ace Andrews will be making an announcement in the next few moments.

MATT STEEL:
And as a member of the Survivors, I'm sure Ace will be making a very fair, level-headed decision.

MARK SANCTION:
Ooh...was that a dig against the Survivors?

MATT STEEL:
No. I honestly think it'll be very...fair. And level-headed.

MARK SANCTION:
...Really?

MATT STEEL:
Keep talking to the fans, boy-scout.

MARK SANCTION:
Yes, lots going on tonight, with I'm sure more than a few surprises in store throughout. I'm excited!



The familiar mashup of "Remember the Name" and "Bittersweet Symphony" that signals the arrival of our co-owner begins to play out. Sure enough, Ace Andrews himself comes out to a mixed reaction to start us off. He appears to be holding some sort of velvet bag under his arm, and a smug grin. He looks out, observing the big, Legends-level crowd. All possible due to the money he has been able to put into this place. Marching down the aisle, he passes fans trying to grab at him but brushes them off and avoids them, as if they were monsters in a House of the Dead game.

MARK SANCTION:
And there he is. Ace Andrews with...a bag of some kind?

MATT STEEL:
Apparently so! Hey, I think I know what's in there! Look at the shape of it.

MARK SANCTION:
Yes, yes, all wonderful, but I wonder what Bella Quinn thinks of all of this? She's been silent on the entire situation.

MATT STEEL:
Right. For a change, huh?

MARK SANCTION:
Do you like any of our bosses?

MATT STEEL:
I like Maxwell. I've been asking for a transfer to Massacre for months now, still not heard anything back!

MARK SANCTION:
Well, back on topic, we can only wonder what Ace has to say regarding this whole controversy.

By this point, the music has cut, the fans are cheering or booing as Ace looks out, mic in hand. He raises it to his face.

ACE ANDREWS:
Melbourne, Australia!

Big, dirty, cheap pop.

ACE ANDREWS:
So...we're finally here! XWA: If You Want Blood, live from the Cricket Grounds...and some huge matches. We've got the final of the Tag Team Classic, featuring Tables, Ladders and Chairs!

Cheers! More of them! Hooray!

ACE ANDREWS:
We have the Survivors' very own Diamond Jack Sabbath, a man of whom you have all become acquainted with over the last few months, going head to head with Smith Jones in a two out of three falls match!

Boos for Sabbath, chants of "SMITTY! SMITTY! SMITTY!" from everyone else.

ACE ANDREWS:
But what to do about the main event? What to do about the Supreme XWA Championship? Well...that's a funny story. In this business, you make plans. You can plan until the cows come home. You can even plan FOR the cows coming home, but sometimes, they just don't wanna come back. Sometimes things don't go your way. Tonight, the intention was to have Jerod Barnez...

Mixed reaction for the Supreme XWA Champion.

ACE ANDREWS:
...have Jerod Barnez defend his title against your hometown hero, LJ Summers!

Mad cheering for the ANZAC Warrior. Ace smirks.

ACE ANDREWS:
However, it appears that within the last twenty-four hours of this Supershow, he met with something of an unfortunate accident, involving a baseball bat and a mystery flask, but in the end I am afraid I have to confirm reports that he has been left with a concussion as well as other undesirables that unfortunately means he will NOT be able to compete tonight.

And here's where the boos begin. Chants of "Bullshit!" begin to thunder.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh, great. Show's off to a great start. Thanks, Ace! "Accident", my ass.

Ace raises his mic in the air again.

ACE ANDREWS:
I'm not done! I have more. The situation gets more complicated. Y'see, it was also reported by your little dirty dirt-sheets that Jerod Barnez also suffered a concussion last month at the hands of an attack by Lx-Tim and by the same token as Summers, cannot compete either. That leaves two competitors I had planned for a major main event unable to face one another for our biggest prize. I think this is both a crying shame but also a great opportunity to give the ball to someone that the Survivors have had our eyes on for a long time and have been impressed with. And so, I feel this is a great time to give us something new. I feel this is a great time to present someone with...this.

He opens the velvet bag and pulls out the brand NEW Supreme XWA Championship, holding it in the air.

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ACE ANDREWS:
The winner of our match tonight would have received this new title design, however plans change. Instead, I am going to reward this to a man who proved himself worthy. I am going to award this to someone who could, and should, walk away from Melbourne with EVERY title to his name. Over the last year he has proven he can hang with the best and he can beat the best. He was the WORKHORSE of ELITE and as the main who took out both Barnez and Summers, in an XWA where Survival is important these days, it seems only logical that I award the Supreme XWA Championship...

MARK SANCTION:
Oh God no...

ACE ANDREWS:
To Lx-Tim!

Thunderous, hateful booing for the man named "Worst Villain of 2016" at the Piledriver Awards.

MATT STEEL:
What?!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my God, no! How does this even make any sense? The man viciously attacked two men and now he's being handed the title?!

MATT STEEL:
Wow. Only in the XWA. Y'know, giving two people consecutive concussions can get you suspended in other companies.

MARK SANCTION:
At this rate, our fans are gonna end up filing out. This is insanity. What's gonna happen next?

Ace drapes the title over his shoulder, drinking in the hatred from the crowd.

ACE ANDREWS:
So ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome...your NEW Supreme XWA Champion!



Charisma by Wasp smashes its way through the public announcement system and the one hundred thousand fans in attendance let their voices be heard, emphatically BOOING the Puerto Rican superstar! Appearing on stage adorned Alexander Amosu Bespoke Suit and the Television Championship Belt wrapped firmly around his waist, he places his two forefingers on his lips, kisses them and points out to the crowd with the best shit eating grin he has ever conjured. Right behind him is Grandeza, applauding LX and attempts to hype up the crowd in support for The History Maker.

THIS IS BULLSHIT! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* THIS IS BULLSHIT! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* THIS IS BULLSHIT! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* “THIS IS BULLSHIT! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* “THIS IS BULLSHIT! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* “THIS IS BULLSHIT! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* “THIS IS BULLSHIT! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* “THIS IS BULLSHIT! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!*

MARK SANCTION:
I don’t think they’re wrong with their disgust at what is happening right this very moment! The Melbourne Cricket Ground is housing what is sure to be a dark chapter in the history of XWA, allowing this so called man to be HANDED the Supreme Championship!

MATT STEEL:
Wow! I am in shock myself! I love the guy...but wow.

MARK SANCTION:
He is on his way to extending his legendary Television Championship run to a record seven months and now is adding to his legacy by standing at the very top of the mountain with the Supreme Championship. You can bet he has never felt better in his life...may the Lord have mercy on us.

The Portrait of Greatness saunters down the ramp way with a special swagger in his step, flashing his pearly whites whilst waving and extending high fives to the crowd, only to be greeted with “YOU SUCK” and popcorn thrown in his face! He simply laughs, very hard in fact, because there is nothing that can bring him down from this momentous occasion.

WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE ALL HATE YOU! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP*

MATT STEEL:
I have never ever heard a crowd so vocal on their hatred of wrestler in my life! Holy shit, they’re mad as hell!

MARK SANCTION:
Can you really blame them? Lx-Tim stole another championship plus he robbed the crowd of their favorite son, LJ Summers, a chance to leave his homeland with XWA’s greatest prize.

MATT STEEL:
Well you heard Andrews, there is no else deserving of the belt right now. Especially with both Jerod and Summers out of commission.

MARK SANCTION:
That doesn’t make it right. If Lx-Tim was villainized before, you can only imagine how reviled he will be from today onward.

The Illustration of Innovation walks up the steel steps, approaching the apron and stares at the XWA Supreme Championship Belt with an incredible lusting in his eyes. The Latino can’t seem to stop smiling as he at long last enters the squared circle. Grandeza, seen on the other side enters the ring and continues to applaud his cousin with a teary eyed face. The crowd still will not relent on their resounding hatred, the booing is constant and LX couldn’t give a damn. Trekking toward Ace Andrews. Tim extends his hand out and shakes the hand of the co-owner of XWA, much to the disdain of everyone else in attendance and those in the locker room. Finally, Tim is handed the newly designed Supreme XWA Championship Belt. The History Maker stares at it for a second, before raising the resplendent championship gold high into the air for the whole world to witness.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

MARK SANCTION:
Disgusting! An absolute atrocity we are all witnessing! Look at Grandeza bowing down for his cousin and Andrews applauding that sycophant! This whole start of the show is completely bizarre!

MATT STEEL:
Like it or not Marky boy, Lx-Tim is now our Supreme XWA Champion!

Lx-Tim slings the newly made Supreme XWA Championship Belt over his shoulder and pulls out a microphone with a custom made “LX” emblem designed on it. He looks left and right, looking at the people stare at him with disdain. He bobs his head back and forth, clearly contemplating on what is happening. He shoots his eyes back at the Supreme XWA Championship Belt and…

LX-TIM:
I am the NEEEEEEEW SUPREME XWA CHAMPION!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

LX-TIM:
Hana, come here for a second. Please, come in in the ring. For the whole world I want you to announce me as the Champion so they can digest exactly what is happening at this very special moment!

Hana Ramierez looks at Ace Andrews and he gives her the nod, which causes her to reluctantly step into the ring with microphone in hand. Grandeza stares at her anxiously, pointing his index finger at his ear. Lx-Tim smirks at the gorgeous woman and simply waits to hear exactly what he wants.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Um...ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your NEW Supreme XWA Champion, The History Maker, L! X! TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!”[/color]

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

MARK SANCTION:
Good lord, how long is he going to have us stew out here?

MATT STEEL:
He’s the champion now, he can do whatever he wants!

LX-TIM:
Oh, my sincerest gratitude for you dearest Hana. That was absolutely wonderful to hear. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I, Lx-Tim, am the new Supreme XWA Champion. Not LJ Summers! Not Jerod Barnez! IT’S ME! I AM THE CHAMPION!

WE WANT REFUNDS! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* WE WANT REFUNDS! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* WE WANT REFUNDS! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* WE WANT REFUNDS! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* WE WANT REFUNDS! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!* WE WANT REFUNDS! *CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!*

LX-TIM:
Please, calm down everyone. I have so much I need to say. You see, ever since I was a young kid I dreamed of only one thing: being the Champion. Let me say that again, so you understand the point. I wanted to be THE Champion, not A Champion. The Television Championship Belt I have wrapped around my waist means a great deal to me. I’ve added much needed prestige to this title. I have broken records with this belt. However, it is only deemed XWA’s ‘Silver Prize’. If I wanted to deemed the greatest wrestler, the greatest champion, I needed to hold the greatest prize in the company.

The History Maker raises the Supreme XWA Championship Belt high once again.

LX-TIM:
I needed to have this!

The crowd should be completely gassed by now, but the boos keep on coming. He places the belt back on his shoulder and Grandeza takes out a monogramed “LX” Handkerchief to polish the gold. The History Maker waves him off and he complies to his cousin’s wishes.

LX-TIM:
Let me ask you all something. Do you know what excellence is?

The Puerto Rican pauses for a moment, acting as if he is waiting for an answer.

LX-TIM:
Don’t worry, I know none of you have the faintest clue! You see, excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence, but we rather have those because we have acted rightly. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit. And what is it I repeatedly do? What is it that I do rightly? What precisely is my habit? What is the foundation of being Supreme that has led me to this glorious championship belt I am receiving tonight? Simply put, it’s make history. History shows I repeatedly come out victorious. History displays that I behave rightly be decimating Summers and Barnez! HISTORY continues to paint the portrait that I provide a habit of continuously being the absolute best in my craft! The best on this microphone! The absolute best in this company! The best at everything a human can possibly be! That is why they call me The History Maker! Because I shatter records! Because I accrue accolades and awards! Because I seize Championships! I am the History Maker for all these reasons and more! And now, not only can you recognize me as a true History Maker, but as even one thing more: your TRUE Supreme XWA Champion!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING!

MARK SANCTION:
Never has a man ever been so full of himself…

The History Maker kisses the championship belt and polishes the very spot in which he planted his big wet one to the title. The crowd hisses at the Latino, despising every second he remains on air.



"I'M A MOTHERFUCKING BEAST!"

The arena bursts into cheers as "Beast" hits the PA System; not so much for the man interrupting, but for the fact that Tim was interrupted. The "New Champion" turns to the stage with a look that blends anger and shock into one perfect mix.

MARK SANCTION:
Wait a minute!

MATT STEEL:
Oh shit, things just got interesting.

Jerod Barnez steps out from behind the curtain, with the original Supreme Championship draped over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand. Inside the ring, Ace, Tim and Grandeza stare out at the big man, the two Spanish stars clearly upset. Barnez looks out at the crowd with a smirk on his face and stitches in his head. His music fades out so he can speak.

JEROD BARNEZ:
I said I was gonna be in Melbourne.

Once more, the audience pops big-time. They may not like Jerod, but Tim is widely considered one of the most hated men in wrestling and if Jerod's presence means he might not have a claim to the Supreme Championship, they're very excited to see him. The rightful Supreme Champion makes his way down the ramp.

JEROD BARNEZ:
Just like I did when I said I would beat The Tarmogoyf, I kept my promise. Sorry Timmy, but you're not the Supreme Champion. As long as I'm here, I can defend MY title!

As the fans continue to cheer, Grandeza yells at Ace, questioning how Barnez was allowed to be here and demanding something be done, but Ace ignores him as the co-owner of XWA and Tim continue to watch Jerod, Tim's hand balling up into a fist.

JEROD BARNEZ:
I know the crowd was looking forward to seeing LJ wrestle tonight, but hey, I'm a fighting champion. If I'm not beating LJ Summers, maybe I can beat you.

Jerod points at Tim and the fans roar with cheers of approval. Jerod reaches the bottom of the ramp, where he stands. It's at this point that Ace finally intervenes.

ACE ANDREWS:
Alright, calm down. Tim is already booked to--

JEROD BARNEZ:
Shut - the - FUCK - up!

Ace's eyebrows raise at Jerod's interruption.

JEROD BARNEZ:
I want to fight Lx-Tim - tonight! I don't care if him and his little lap dog are fighting for the tag titles, he made the mistake of pissing me off AGAIN! If he wants to legitimately call himself the Supreme Champion of the XWA, he needs to beat ME! Whether it's this championship on my shoulder or the one in his hands, it belongs to me and he's NEVER gonna own it!

"KICK HIS ASS", the crowd chants, clearly showing that they want Jerod to get his hands on the faux champion. Ace goes to respond to Jerod again, but Tim puts his hand up, insisting on taking this one.

LX-TIM:
You're right. Since you're here, this championship does not belong to me. That's a problem, but it has a very simple solution. You decided to be foolish and show up after what I did to you last month? I guess I'll have to bash your head in further. Tonight, my cousin and I will win the Tag Team Championships and then ... Then I'll make history again, as I hold every damn title this company has at the same time! You're on!

MARK SANCTION:
Woah!

MATT STEEL:
It's happening!

Grandeza looks at Tim, clearly worried about his decision, but Ace shrugs.[/color]

ACE ANDREWS:
Well, if he wants the match, so be it. We have ourselves a main event!

Jerod nods and grins, as the fans cheer heavily at the official announcement of tonight's main event, but Barnez isn't quite satisfied yet.

JEROD BARNEZ:
That's great and everything, yeah, but there's just something else I wanted to add.

Barnez pulls the old Supreme Championship off of his shoulder and places it on the ring apron. He then rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, standing a few feet from Lx-Tim. Ace immediately steps forward, for precaution, but Jerod doesn't go after Tim. Tim does, however, hand the new Supreme Championship to Grandeza, just in case he needs to get his hands dirty right now.

JEROD BARNEZ:
Last month, you tried to mash my brains to nothing with eight consecutive chair shots. You may not have kept track of the number, but I watched the tape back when I finally managed to wake up. That's a lot of times to hit a man with a steel chair and, honestly, it looked like you were having fun. I wanna have fun. So, tonight, when I beat your ass and retain my championship, how about we make it a little more fun? Jerod Barnez, Lx-Tim, Supreme Championship ... Street Fight!

The fans share their approval of this idea with cheers aplenty. Tim stares down the smirking Barnez, knowing he would love nothing more than to take the Television Champion out. But if there's one thing that's more important than anything else to Tim, it's his pride. He thrives off of being the best and making history and he wants to make sure everyone knows it.

LX-TIM:
I accept.

Jerod's smile widens at this response.

JEROD BARNEZ:
Great. I'll see you out there.

Barnez winks at Tim and turns around to leave, but he stops himself.

JEROD BARNEZ:
Oh, right.

He turns back to the other men in the ring.

JEROD BARNEZ:
I'll be taking this.

With a sudden burst, Jerod drops the microphone and rushes forward, drilling Grandeza into the canvas with a ring shaking Gore! He quickly grabs the new Supreme Championship that Grandeza drops and rolls out of the ring, letting out a loud roar while raising it into the air and getting big cheers in return.

MARK SANCTION:
Gore to Grandeza!

Ace and Tim check on Grandeza as Jerod swings back around to the entrance ramp and grabs the old championship off of the apron. Tim turns away from Grandeza and, with anger on his face, stares daggers through Jerod, who raises both championships into the air while he backs up the ramp, "Beast" again playing.

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, Jerod Barnez is here and he's ready to defend the Supreme Championship!"

MATT STEEL:
You know, last month I worried about Tim going too far and pissing Jerod off too much, but I think it's Jerod who just pissed off Tim too much. He's gotta be hurting still, after the beating he received and now, a Street Fight against Tim? He's still the Supreme Champion, but he may not be by the end of the night.

MARK SANCTION:
I'm not Jerod's biggest fan by any means, Matt, but even I hope he gives that egotistical piece of crap the beating he deserves! Tim's been running roughshod over this company for months now and it's about time he's gotten his.

MATT STEEL:
Well, no matter what happens, we know we've got one hell of a fight to look forward to tonight. This is gonna be great!

Jerod continues to back up the ramp with both titles held high, mouthing off at Tim, who stares back, ready to tear into the champion tonight. The segment fades out.

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Re: XWA: If You Want Blood - 29/4/2017

Postby DJS » Fri May 05, 2017 8:10 pm

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Alex Reyn vs. Jayden Crosse vs. A.J Morales



A soft chant begins to spread throughout the area. Starting as a whisper but growing into a chorus as the lights darken while images begin to flicker on the viewers screens. Images of violence, war, and a solitary figure watching it all.

The chanting has grown louder now and the drumbeats of Nightwish’s “Seven Days to the Wolves rise in volume as mist spreads throughout the stadium ghostly images of great heroes and villains forming two parallel lines along the ramp.

The rock part of the song kicks in and thunder roars while fire erupts on the stage, revealing the cowled form of the East Wind Alex Reyn hands outstretched over the flames, he’s shirtless save for an open black cloak with a wolf skull mask. His body covered in ancient symbols and markings that seem almost to glow and move in the firelight.

He begins to walk forward, and the ghostly figures kneel as he approaches them, only to rise up as he passes them. As if more energised. Turning to watch as he walks, himself never breaking eye contact with the ring.


“Howl! Seven days to the wolves
Where will we be when they come?
Seven days to the poison
And a place in heaven
Time drawing near us
They come to take us”


He climbs atop the top rope and for a second, he seems to stumble a bit, but quickly finds his footing and looks out, surveying the arena with an appraising eye as thunder crackles once again.

Coldly, he steps down. Removing the cowl and placing it on the ringpost. Dropping into a low crouch to await his opponent.


MARK SANCTION:
Alex Reyn is a new face here in XWA, and though he lost his debut on Massacre against Austin Carter, he’s certainly making an impression, don’t you think?

MATT STEEL:
I’m just wondering how he’s a new face if you can’t see his face to begin with. How does this guy even wrestle?

MARK SANCTION:
That’s the thing--he kind of doesn’t. This man is untrained, unhinged, and unpredictable when he steps in that ring. He’ll try things most wrestlers won’t even consider doing. And that makes him uniquely dangerous for even the most expert wrestler.



“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… 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.


MARK SANCTION:
Jayden Crosse has to be coming into this with a chip on his shoulder.

MATT STEEL:
And I don’t blame him if he is. He was on a hot streak going into São Paulo, but after he beat Minka Carter on Massacre, he lost his next two fights, including a Chicago street fight with Austin Carter at Creature From the XWA.

MARK SANCTION:
Let’s see if crossing the Pacific is what it takes for the Crossebow to get back in his groove.



Just let me go, I’m on my own, a rolling stone and I’m in the zone…

As “Rolling Stone” by Falling Reverse hits, the lighting near the entrance turns gold and vapor starts hissing out of the fog machines.

Don’t let me fall, just let me know when we’ll…

A.J. Morales emerges with his head down, his eyes closed, and his fist raised in the air.

...make it…

A.J. opens his eyes and looks up.

LET’S GOOOOO!

A.J. screams the words right on time with the music, bringing his raised fist down so he can start thrashing about and playing air guitar. He keeps this up until the first verse comes in, at which point he starts walking to the ring and giving fist bumps and high-fives to anyone in the crowd who reaches towards him

HANA RAMIEREZ:
From San Francisco, California, weighing in at 187 pounds...The Revolution! A! J! Moraleeeeees!

As the second chorus hits, A.J. climbs onto the apron and vaults himself over the top rope with a somersault. He pops up to his feet and gives a clenched fist salute to the side of the crowd facing the entrance ramp. He repeats this salute on all four sides of the ring, ending with the side facing the hard cam. For this last one, he looks directly into the camera, and after he drops the salute, he mouths “Mírame” before turning to his corner, taking off his jacket, draping it over the ring post, and limbering up for the match.

MARK SANCTION:
And there’s the man who cost Crosse the other match in Brazil. A.J. Morales, in his XWA debut on Massacre, scored a pinfall over Jayden Crosse, and I’m sure he’s thinking he can do it again.

MATT STEEL:
Yeah, but there are so many other factors to take into consideration this time. He’s wrestling on pay-per-view for the first time in his career, which adds a lot of pressure. And he’s got two guys to worry about--one who wants to get even with him, and one who doesn’t fight like anybody else. Let’s hope he didn’t spend all his time calling out people way above him on the card like he did to Diamond Jack Sabbath on Twitter not too long ago, because this young fighter is going to need every ounce of strength and stamina he can get.

MARK SANCTION:
The time for preliminaries is over. It’s time to officially get this show underway!

DING DING DING!-

All three wrestlers begin to circle the ring. Crosse keeps most of his focus on Morales, who’s eyeing Crosse and Reyn with equal suspicion. As for Reyn, it’s harder to tell what he’s up to because of his obscured face.

Crosse charges Morales, who responds in kind. The two lock up and start trying to get knees and punches in on each other, but neither one lands a clean hit.


MARK SANCTION:
And you can sense the animosity right away between these two.

MATT STEEL:
Not exactly the most effective way to start a fight, but sometimes the heat of a budding rivalry makes you forget about proper technique.

Crosse and Morales only break away when Alex Reyn intervenes, tackling Morales out of the lock-up.

MARK SANCTION:
Striking spear by Reyn!

MATT STEEL:
And there’s that untrained style coming into play. Most guys in that situation would sit back and let the other two guys wear each other down, but most guys aren’t Alex Reyn.

Reyn starts to ground-and-pound, but Morales fights his way out of it, evading Reyn’s wild swings and getting back to his feet.

MARK SANCTION:
But as much of an advantage as his unpredictability might give him, it also means he’s got holes in his style that he might not even know he needs to fill.

MATT STEEL:
I’ll say. I know Alex Reyn is a trained martial artist, but clearly, MMA isn’t his main discipline.

Reyn and Morales start trading kicks to the chest and thighs, prompting the crowd to alternately boo and cheer with each blow. Crosse, meanwhile, hangs back in the corner, watching the two go at it.

MARK SANCTION:
And now it’s Morales and Reyn, exchanging shoot kick after shoot kick--meanwhile, Jayden Crosse just kind of hangs back.

MATT STEEL:
Like I said, most guys will take the chance to do something like this if they sense their opponents are wearing each other out. If Jayden Crosse’s plan is to let the fresh meat tenderize each other and then feast on what’s left, then this is exactly what he needs to be doing.

Reyn attempts a shoot kick to the head, and Morales bends back to dodge it.

MARK SANCTION:
Now, wait a minute--

Before Reyn can draw his leg back for a counter, A.J. whips back up and lets loose a kick to the chin, which sends Reyn reeling backwards.

MARK SANCTION:
OH! Superkick by A.J. Morales! Can he seize the--

Reyn leans on the ropes, and Crosse seizes his opportunity, leaving the corner and ambushing Morales with a dropkick.

MATT STEEL:
No, no he can’t.

MARK SANCTION:
Only because Jayden Crosse decided to finally jump back in.

MATT STEEL:
Hey, he saw an opening and he took it. Nothing wrong with that.

With Morales still down, Crosse runs back to the ropes, rebounding off of them and narrowly missing a swipe from Alex Reyn, before leaping into the air and landing back-first on Morales’s stomach, sending Morales rolling out of the ring as he tries to regain his breath.

MARK SANCTION:
And Morales gets a Crosse the Line for his trouble!

MATT STEEL:
Normally, Jayden does this move over the top rope and gets more of a flip, rather than a Fosbury-style high jump, but he worked with the space he had and made an impact. I like it.

Crosse rises to his feet as the crowd boos.

“CROSSEBOW BAYBA--”

Alex Reyn gets off the ropes and hits a basic DDT, interrupting the taunt.

MARK SANCTION:
What was it you were saying about openings?

MATT STEEL:
Hey, I’m a fan of good tactics, no matter who’s using ‘em.
Crosse doesn’t take the interruption too well, and as soon as he gets back to his feet, he jumps up, gets his legs around Reyn, and brings him down to the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
And Crosse responds with a hurricanrana!

Rather than go for the pin, Crosse goes for an armbar, wrenching the East Wind’s arm back.

MATT STEEL:
Now, this is an interesting strategy. The hurricanrana, traditionally, transitions to a specific pin position, but Crosse is switching things up and going for the submission.

MARK SANCTION:
And that could be key to whether Reyn taps out.

The grunts of pain indicate Reyn isn’t handling it too well, but when the ref asks if Reyn wants to submit, Alex violently shakes his head no.

MARK SANCTION:
But it doesn’t look like Reyn wants to!

MATT STEEL:
I don’t blame him. The man’s crazy and he’s got plenty left in the tank.

Crosse starts pulling Reyn away from the ropes and towards the center of the ring. Everything seems to be in the Crossebow’s favor...until A.J. Morales climbs back into the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
Well, it looks like Reyn won’t have to fight it out too long.

The slight pop from the crowd alerts both men as to the Revolution’s return, and before Crosse can react, Morales runs straight ahead and slides right into Jayden’s ribs, breaking the hold.

MARK SANCTION:
And Morales breaks it up!

MATT STEEL:
But was it to keep the match alive, or just because Morales wants to screw over Crosse?

MARK SANCTION:
Does it really matter here?

As all three men get back up, Morales grabs Crosse, Irish whips him into the ropes, and right after Crosse hits the top rope, throat-first, A.J. hits a leaping clothesline and sends Crosse headfirst out of the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
And out goes Crosse!

MATT STEEL:
You’d think he would watch out for that move, considering what happened to him last time.

Turning back to Reyn, Morales stares down his opponent.

“Come on!” says the Revolution. “Show me your game face!”

Reyn flips back his long, stringy hair, revealing...yet more long, stringy hair, with only his blue eyes visible through the tangled mass.

“Does this suffice?” Reyn responds coolly.

MATT STEEL:
Not really.

Morales, unsure how to react, runs in for an elbow smash. He gets it, and with Reyn slightly dazed, Morales shifts angles, throwing elbows and uppercuts to get Reyn into a corner.

MARK SANCTION:
I think A.J. agrees with you!

MATT STEEL:
Well, who in their right mind wouldn’t?

But when Morales decides to try and jump up for a kick to the back of the head, Reyn merely leans back and Morales crashes to the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
Ooh, if that enziguri had connected, A.J. would have had perfect positioning for his finisher, which I’m told is called the Kliq Kliq Boom.

MATT STEEL:
What’s he do, pull out a gun?

MARK SANCTION:
You’ll see...assuming he gets a chance to use it, of course.

Without even looking backwards, Reyn climbs, spider-like, up the ropes to the top turnbuckle.

MARK SANCTION:
And now Alex Reyn ascends the ropes!

MATT STEEL:
How does he even do that without checking behind him?

Before Morales knows what’s happening, Reyn leaps into the air, backflipping before landing square on Morales’s chest and hooking a leg.

MARK SANCTION:
Jesus! What a shooting star press!

The ref gets down for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!


Morales kicks out, but his face reveals confusion that Reyn was even capable of this move. Alex, meanwhile, gets up and circles his opponent, his wide eyes seemingly asking, “Oh, you thought you mastered the air?”

MARK SANCTION:
Let me just emphasize here that the shooting star press is one of the most dangerous moves in professional wrestling--not just for the opponent, but for the person who performs it.

MATT STEEL:
Either Alex Reyn is the luckiest idiot in XWA, or he’s just sent his stock in this company way up, because he nailed that perfectly.

Morales is by no means out of it, however, and as soon as he’s up, he chops Reyn in the chest.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh, but Morales has a response!

MATT STEEL:
Not nearly enough of a response to pay that back, but still.

Morales goes for another flurry of strikes, driving Reyn away from the corner with kicks to the thigh and elbows to the chest until Morales suddenly steps back and goes for a crossbody, bringing Alex down to the mat. The ref starts the count.

1!

Reyn gets a shoulder up, but it seems A.J. was planning for that. He gets up and gets into a three-point stance, much like a football player would at the line of scrimmage.

MARK SANCTION:
For those watching at home, no, we didn’t speed that last sequence up. You just saw that series of strikes happen live courtesy of the XWA’s very own A.J. Morales.

MATT STEEL:
He’s fast, I’ll give him that, but does he think he’s a defensive lineman now?

As soon as Reyn reaches his feet, A.J. launches in Reyn’s direction and repays the earlier spear with one of his own.

MARK SANCTION/MATT STEEL:
Oh!

MARK SANCTION:
I think he just answered your question!

MATT STEEL:
If someone ever asks you why they call it a spear, just show them that and they’ll understand.

Clutching his ribcage, Reyn rolls out of the ring, and just as he does so, Jayden Crosse finally makes his return. The crowd’s anticipation builds in a rising cheer, and the two rivals stare each other down.

MARK SANCTION:
And now, the rematch that Melbourne has been waiting for! Morales and Crosse are alone in the ring, and we may be about to see sparks fly!

MATT STEEL:
Among other things.

Crosse charges Morales, who catches him with an armdrag and brings him down to the mat. Morales races up the top turnbuckle and goes into a crane stance, making two quick kicks with his raised leg before he brings it back down.

MARK SANCTION:
This is it! Kliq Kliq Boom coming up!

Unfortunately for A.J., this time, Crosse isn’t nearly so damaged as he was last time. When Morales goes for the spinning heel kick, Jayden snatches the leg out of the air and slams A.J. to the ground.

MATT STEEL:
Pfffff--AHAHAHAHAHA!

MARK SANCTION:
What’s the matter with you?

Crosse climbs the same corner as A.J. clutches his leg, shaking it out until he feels ready to get back up.

MATT STEEL:
I’m sorry...I...hehehe...that was just too funny to watch. How often do you see a guy get snatched out of the air like that?

MARK SANCTION:
Fair enough. That was a unique maneuver to stay in this match by Jayden Crosse. And now Crosse may be about to respo--

A.J. gets up just as Crosse dives down, looking to bring A.J. down face-first, but A.J. shoves Crosse away, causing Crosse to flip and land on his back.

MARK SANCTION:
Denied! He was going for a Second City Strike, but it seems both of these guys have studied the big hits from their one-on-one match and are finding ways to prevent any repeats.

MATT STEEL:
And I’d argue that if you’re not doing that every time you’re in a rematch with somebody, your chances of winning drastically go down.

As Crosse rolls around in pain, Morales considers his next move.

MARK SANCTION:
Now, let’s see what this self-styled revolutionary has in mind here--

But time doesn’t provide him that luxury, nor does a returning Alex Reyn, who sneaks up on A.J., jumps into the air and brings him backwards to the ground.

MARK SANCTION:
Too late! The East Wind blows in with a jumping inverted DDT!

MATT STEEL:
And that right there is why you can’t afford to slow down for a second when you’re in the ring in a triple threat match. There’s always the possibility of somebody else sneaking up on you and doing something just like that.

Reyn pulls A.J. up to his feet before Irish whipping the Revolution into the corner.

MARK SANCTION:
And now Alex Reyn is in control, wi--

Crosse, still holding his back, but mostly recovered from the miss, tries to capitalize, but Reyn pushes Crosse away.

MATT STEEL:
Uh-oh! Looks like there’s not enough meat to feed this whole pack of wolves!

Crosse looks ready to retaliate, but Reyn simply holds up a hand, signaling Crosse to stand back.


MARK SANCTION:
Wait a minute, what’s he doing here?

Reyn sets Morales’s head against the ringpost, takes a step back, then switches his stance and superkicks Morales, bouncing the Revolution’s head off the post.

MARK SANCTION:
OH MY GOD! Superkicked into the turnbuckle!

MATT STEEL:
It’s brutal, but hey, this show isn’t called If You Want Best Friends.

With Morales now staggering around the ring, Reyn simply steps to the side and gestures an open palm towards Crosse, as if to say, “Have at him.”

MARK SANCTION:
Wait, is Reyn offering A.J. up to Crosse?

Crosse, still suspicious, takes up the offer, hitting a European uppercut to Morales’s jaw.

MARK SANCTION:
I think he is!

Morales stumbles towards Reyn, who roundhouses Morales in the spine.

MARK SANCTION:
No, wait, they’re...they’re toying with him!

Crosse starts to smile as he realizes what this is. He leaps up for an enziguri, hitting with picture-perfect form and sending Morales reeling back towards Reyn.

MARK SANCTION:
They’re just playing hot potato at this point!

MATT STEEL:
I love it! This is the kind of creativity you don’t get to see in a one-on-one match!

Reyn goes for a jumping kick of his own, hitting Morales in the ear.

MARK SANCTION:
And if A.J. Morales doesn’t get out of this soon, he’s gonna look like a potato by the time this match is over!

MATT STEEL:
So? He already looks plenty stupid with that split-color hair.

As the Revolution aimlessly spins, trying to regain his balance as he massages the wounded cartilage, Crosse holds up a finger, as if to say, “Wait, wait, I got something.”

MARK SANCTION:
Hang on now…

MATT STEEL:
This is gonna be good...

He goes into a mockery of a crane stance, screwing up his face and imitating the setup for A.J.’s finisher.

MARK SANCTION:
Is that necessary?

MATT STEEL:
Who cares?

Instead of actually doing a spinning heel kick, however, Crosse drops all pretense and kicks Morales below the belt, sending the Revolution to the floor.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh, come on, that was just low. If Jayden Crosse had pulled this last time he fought Morales, I guarantee that’d be a disqualification.

MATT STEEL:
Hey, it’s a triple threat. The rules are looser here--might as well take advantage of it.

The crowd boos, and Crosse soaks them in, but Alex just stands there, motionless. Crosse gives a thumbs-up to Reyn, as though saying “Good one, huh? Got him!” Reyn continues to stand there.

MARK SANCTION:
But it looks like Alex Reyn doesn’t care!

MATT STEEL:
Or doesn’t know...

Crosse, realizing the gravity of what he’s just done, tries to dive for the pin, but before he can get halfway to the mat, he eats a spear to the face from Reyn.

MARK SANCTION:
And these two have fully turned on each other!

MATT STEEL:
Betrayals! My favorite part of triple threats!

As Morales rolls to the side, escaping the carnage, the Crossebow and the East Wind exchange wild swings at each other’s head and neck area.

MARK SANCTION:
They aren’t even bothering to use techniques anymore! It’s all-out chaos!

MATT STEEL:
Hit ‘im again! Hit ‘im again!

MARK SANCTION:
Hit who, Crosse or Reyn?

MATT STEEL:
Yes.

Eventually, however, Reyn gets the upper hand and sets Crosse up face-down, putting the prone Chicagoan’s arms over one thigh, digging a knee into the back, and wrenching back Crosse’s head and neck.

MARK SANCTION:
Reyn locks in a single-knee camel clutch!

MATT STEEL:
Unorthodox, but hey, if it works, it works.

Using his free arm, Crosse hits Reyn in the side enough times to weaken the hold and force himself free.


MARK SANCTION:
It clearly didn’t that time.

MATT STEEL:
Hey, I never said it was guaranteed.

Reyn stumbles back, barely keeping his balance, but Crosse isn’t in the best shape to capitalize.

MARK SANCTION:
And now a moment of unease! All three men are vulnerable! Who will come to their senses and get a hit in first?

Reyn regains his footing, running backwards into the ropes before rebounding right at Crosse.

MARK SANCTION:
Reyn going for it…

Reyn grabs Crosse, and in one fluid motion, Reyn front-flips and spikes Crosse down headfirst onto the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

MATT STEEL:
I think I just felt the air leaving the room!

MARK SANCTION:
Front flip DDT by Alex Reyn, and Jayden Crosse lands on one of the last things you want breaking your fall!

MATT STEEL:
That was just brutal to watch. My God.

Sensing his opponent’s weakness, Reyn gets up, gets behind Crosse, and puts him in a ¾ facelock.


MARK SANCTION:
And Reyn smells blood!

MATT STEEL:
I’m surprised he doesn’t smell it everywhere he goes, the way he fights.

He jumps up, ready to whip Crosse down at an angle, but Crosse slips out just in the nick of time.

MARK SANCTION:
Wait a minute!

Reyn lands flat on his back, making an impact audible even in the back rows of the arena.

MARK SANCTION:
And Jayden Crosse escapes!

MATT STEEL:
He’s been in this ring for so much of this match, taken some of the nastiest moves both of his opponents have to offer, and yet nobody can put him away! The man’s Houdini, I tell ya!

As Reyn rolls towards the ropes, struggling to climb them, Crosse, worn-down as he is, decides it’s time for some payback and sets up closer to the center of the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
He’s been dancing with trains and getting away throughout this match. But does Jayden Crosse have the strength to run somebody over himself?

He bends both knees to get a lower center of gravity, his teeth gritted, his eyes wide, ready to make the final blow. Meanwhile, behind Crosse, A.J. Morales finally starts to climb back into the ring.

MATT STEEL:
I don’t even think he knows, but it’s time to find out!

As soon as Alex is up enough, Crosse makes his move, sprinting full-tilt towards the ropes. Before the East Wind can react, he takes a knee to the face, sending him tumbling over the top rope.

MARK SANCTION/MATT STEEL:
OH!

MARK SANCTION:
CROSSEBOW STRIKE! CROSSEBOW STRIKE TO REYN! REYN CAN’T STAY IN THE RING!

MATT STEEL:
Uh-oh, he better finish this quick…

MARK SANCTION:
What do you--wait a minute!

As Crosse stretches his arms out, mockingly lapping up the boos of the crowd, he doesn’t notice Morales in the ring behind him. The Revolution kisses the knuckle of his right ring finger and starts running, and the crowd’s boos turn to cheers, confusing Crosse. He turns around…

MARK SANCTION:
Here comes Morales!

WHAM! A.J.’s leaping punch hits Jayden right on the cheek, and the Chicago Crossebow lands squarely on his back.

MARK SANCTION:
SUPERMAN PUNCH BY MORALES!

MATT STEEL:
Somebody call Tempest and tell him he was finally right!

A.J., whether because he’s cashing in on his chance or because he’s just exhausted, drops to his knees and scrambles to make the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

-DING DING DING!-


Ramirez:
And your winner, “The Revolution,” A! J! Mooooooraleeeeees!

MATT STEEL:
What a way to kick this off! Action! Drama! Alliances made and broken! If this is how we’re starting the night, I have a feeling this Australian crowd is gonna get their money’s worth out of this show.

Jayden Crosse slowly rolls out of the ring, dazed and confused.

MARK SANCTION:
But if you’re Jayden Crosse, you have to be asking yourself some serious questions after this. He’s now lost three straight matches, including two in a row to the same guy!

Alex Reyn pulls himself up to his knees using the ring apron. It’s hard to read his obscured face, but his body language conveys a calm, yet intense hostility.

MATT STEEL:
Ehh, I wouldn’t be too worried about that. He gave everything he had, and Alex Reyn threw a wrench in everybody’s plans here. You put a guy who acts like a rabid wolf in the ring with two guys who already don’t like each other, it makes things just happen out of nowhere.

MARK SANCTION:
I don’t know if I’d say rabid. If what we saw at the end of this match was any indication, Alex Reyn does operate by some sort of code. He’s not just dishing out random violence here.

MATT STEEL:
Though he is dishing plenty of violence, that’s for sure.

The referee raises A.J.’s hand in victory, and A.J. makes his usual clenched-fist salute. Once the ref lets him go, the Revolution retrieves his jacket from the steel steps, turns around, and leans back on the barricade, surrounding himself with cheering fans as he catches his breath.

“¡Abuelito!” he shouts, a smile coming over his face as he points into the camera. “¡Este es para ti!”

MARK SANCTION:
Well, one thing is for certain. A.J. Morales has proved his revolution isn’t just talk. He’s now secured wins on TV and on pay-per-view. Somebody in our front offices has to be happy they offered this guy a contract.

MATT STEEL:
I just hope he doesn’t get cocky and start going after people he can’t handle. I understand the whole “justice” thing, but the way he talks about the Survivors...the kid’s gonna be in over his head if he actually tries it.

MARK SANCTION:
We’ve still got plenty of amazing matches left to go tonight, so stay tuned!

We go backstage, where we are joined not by Holly Hunt, who would normally do these interviews. Instead, we are joined by someone much shorter and less blonde. Laura Stark, interviewer from Massacre, stands by with mic in hand. She is smiling, but it is not a normal smile. It is the smile of someone who really doesn't want to be where they are- they're grinning and bearing it. Laura raises the mic to her mouth as she begins to speak.

LAURA STARK:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time...Diamond Jack Sabbath.

We step back to reveal the Innovator of Anarchy, who is currently in his gear and ready for his match with Smith Jones later tonight. He shakes his head, disappointed.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
No.

LAURA STARK:
No?

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Do it the way I told you.

LAURA STARK:
Alright. My guest at this time..."The Beating Heart of the XWA", Diamond Jack Sabbath.

Another pause. He scratches the side of his head.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
No...no, that doesn't sound right. I think its you. You're the problem. Where's Holly?

LAURA STARK:
Holly didn't want to interview you. They had to call me instead.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
And who are you? I've never seen you before in my life.

LAURA STARK:
I'm Laura Stark. I'm the interviewer on Massacre. We met last year.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
I don't remember that. Are you sure you've not made that up? People are terrible liars.

LAURA STARK:
It happened. We met on that episode of Massacre where the Tarmogoyf came out and --

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Okay, bored with this now. Give me the mic.

LAURA STARK:
What...? But I'm trying to--

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Hey...don't test me. I kicked my own wife in the head for all of you to see. What makes you think I wouldn't do the same to you?

Laura stops. Sabbath looks down on her, towering over this five-foot-three young woman. She looks to the side of us, and after a pause where presumably someone has told her that this is probably the best way to avoid complication, she hands the mic to him and leaves us. Jack now turns directly to all of us.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Ladies and gentlemen of the XWA, boys and girls of all ages! The moment you've all waited for has arrived- Diamond Jack Sabbath vs. Smith Jones- two out of three falls! But the biggest part of that is the fact that for the first time since November, I am officially back in the middle of an XWA ring. It's been a bit of a hiatus, yeah, but as you guys in Melbourne are absolutely aware...I've not exactly been out of practice. But that doesn't really mean much, because neither has Smith Jones! Oh, he's been running around trying to claim this place as his own since the moment he resigned with this company. Quite honestly, it's adorable. Unfortunately, adorable isn't gonna make you a winner. You are a mouse in a maze. You've flown too close to the sun, kidda.

He takes a few moments to reflect on his words.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Smith Jones, you're like me in a way. As much as it pains me to say, it's true. You and I share this thing where we want more, constantly. We're never satisfied. We get to one part of the mountain, we've gotta get to the next part. When we get to the next part, we've gotta go further. When we get to the top and it looks like there's nowhere left to go, we're like "great, I have it covered" and we start building something while we're up there so we can stand on it and get higher. Do you understand me, Smith? We conquer and we keep on going, and tonight you wanna conquer the mountain that is Diamond Jack Sabbath. Last time you tried to do that, I beat you. I'm just that guy you can't beat. We all have one, even though we think we don't. The only difference is mine's gone and is never coming back. Just like all of those old men and women who said they'd never go but found something else. But your guy is stood right here talking at you, and trust me when I tell you I am never going away. Never. That's what we in the Survivors do. People wanna oppose us, they wanna take away what we've worked for? Nah. Smith, you're gonna learn that just isn't on. You wanna fly close to the sun? Fine. I will kick you into it and watch you burn.

He begins to step a little closer. Why wait for a close-up when you can move your entire body?

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
But that's fine...you think about your match later tonight. You think about the fact you have to face me. You rock back and forth at the thought of being across the ring from me, wondering what went wrong in life where you somehow found yourself in this position, but me? I'm gonna look to the future. I'm gonna look to where I go after this. Cos I'm not finished after I beat you. No. The Survivors wanted me for a reason. I may have seen the light and joined them but this is a return deal. There is something that needs to be done, and I am the person qualified to do it. When I'm done with Smith Jones, I got someone else on the mind. Someone who had the gall to call themselves the NEW Beating Heart of the XWA. Oh no. Nononono. You don't get to do that. This isn't a challenge, it's a notice of intent. When Smith Jones is out of my way, I'm going to finish the job I started in Brazil and I'm gonna bring down the nuisence that is Laurel Anne Hardy.

He lets this bombshell simmer for a moment. Stepping forwards, he is looking directly into the camera. Basically his entire head is our view. Someone watching this in High Definition could now see just how yellowing his teeth really are.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Smith Jones! It's time, mate. It's time to take the stabilisers off your bike and realise that you can't win. You don't have it in you. You don't have what it takes to destroy the Beating Heart of the XWA. But there's still time. There's still time to turn right around...and Just R--

???:
But of course, there aren't a lot of managers out there right now who focus on newer talent so I thought it'd be a market to capitise on. Gotta keep this business moving on!

???:
Oh yeah, definitely. I'm glad to have the opportunity. It'll be cool to see where we go from here!

???:
Only up, Austin. Only up.

It appears moving so close to us has allowed someone else a walkway behind him. He has been completely interrupted! He's outraged. Who would ever have the balls to do such a thing? Sounded like a guy and a woman. He turns around, and that's when his eyes get so wide they basically look like plates attached to his head. He's absolutely speechless, as neither person pays any attention to him.

AMY TAYLOR:
Okay, I'll get this back to my office in San Diego and see that it's added to my record but congratulations- you are officially the newest client of Taylor Promotions!

AUSTIN CARTER:
Awesome! I got a match soon, better go get prepared.

AMY TAYLOR:
Oh, of course. I gotta speak to some other potential clients so I'm around if you have any more questions. Don't get too hurt out there!

AUSTIN CARTER:
Catch you later.

Austin leaves the scene, glancing at Jack for a few second and only then realising what has just happened. He decides to leave the scene before anything else happens. Jack walks back onto the interview stage, face to face with Amy. She is dressed in business gear, with a bag over her shoulder that she stuffs a piece of paper into very carefully. She looks up to her estranged husband for a few seconds, bemused that he's even stood there. It's like she never knew (she did). She puts on her most pleasant smile and a calm voice.

AMY TAYLOR:
Oh. I'm sorry. Did I interrupt you? I'm sure you'll get over it. Hell...I'm already over it myself.

After saying the last sentence with particular relish, she walks off with a spring in her step, leaving a speechless, seething Jack, looking quite like, to borrow a phrase from himself, a mouse in a maze.

MARK SANCTION:
What the hell? Amy Taylor is back??

MATT STEEL:
Man, imagine being Jack. You kick your wife in the head and she still comes back three months later. Does she know what she's doing?

MARK SANCTION:
And Austin Carter is her client now? What the hell is going on around here? What's gonna happen next?


(Yeah, try to ignore the content if you can. I just wanted the song. Honest!)

Following our previous segment, for the first time in 2017, "Crush" by Sleigh Bells smashes from the PA system all of a sudden. Those drums make their presence known in a big way, as Melbourne proceed to lose their minds.

MARK SANCTION:
Could it be??

MATT STEEL:
We've already seen ONE boss tonight- looks like we're about to hear from the other one!

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Ladies and gentlemen- please welcome co-owner of the XWA...BELLA QUINN!

Sure enough, the co-owner of the XWA herself- Bella Quinn, makes her way out to the stage. She is in a business suit and holding a microphone, watching as nearly 100,000 fans chant her name loudly and defiantly. "Crush" dies down, as Bella looks out. The scene is a complete contrast to the vile and venom received by Ace Andrews earlier tonight.

MARK SANCTION:
Well if there was ever any doubt as to which side the fans are on...

MATT STEEL:
Shh. I'm gonna have to concentrate here. Bella's the boss but she's quite possibly the Most Scottish Person Ever, so I'm gonna have to listen carefully if I ever wanna know why she's here.

Bella raises the mic.

BELLA QUINN:
Evenin' Melbourne!!

And there go the cheers again! Bella smirks.

BELLA QUINN:
Ah have'nae 'bin around much this year cos while the fuckin' idiot Ace Andrews has 'bin pooshin' his agendas and sendin oot Survivors, ah've had a company tae run! So Ah'm pleased yae's actually remember me!

MATT STEEL:
See what I mean?

BELLA QUINN:
Now, ah've got a bit of an announcement tae make aboot one of our matches later tonight. See Ace has bin tryin' tae make the show all aboot him and his decisions, so now Ah'm gonna have a go. Soon, tonight it's the final match of the Tag Team Classic. Winners would go on to face Drake Dysfunction and Dan Bennett for the Tag Team titles. Except...

She pauses for a few moments, not enjoying the fact she's going to have to say this but at the same time still excited about the possible prospects.

BELLA QUINN:
Ah'm gonnae have tae come clean. Here's the bad news- Dan and Drake haven't been active for a while now. Youse havenae seen 'em since Legends. For various reasons, while ah love both of them and they're great talents, ah have had to grant them both sabbaticals. Dan has a wife and child to look after. Drake has a few things he needs to deal with. As a result, they havenae been able to defend their Tag Team titles and won't be able to until they're both back. Soooo, I've tried to find a way around it but as of right now, the Tag Team titles are vacant.

There is murmur and much hubbub, Bella puts the mic back to her mouth.

BELLA QUINN:
Ah 'wus at 'ma wits end with it for a bit, ah won't lie. But then I had an idea...concerning Tables, Ladders and Chairs.

Suddenly there is a massive cheer. They've figured it out. They know what's coming.

MARK SANCTION:
Ooohhh boy...

BELLA QUINN:
So here's wit ah'm gonnae do- the Tag Team Classic final just got BIGGER! The winner of our TLC match later tonight won't only be the winners of the XWA Tag Team Classic...they will also leave Melbourne as our NEW XWA Tag Team Champions!

MATT STEEL:
Yes!

BELLA QUINN:
Ah thank you for your time. Melbourne, enjoy the rest of the show!

"Crush" starts up once again as Bella leaves, having dropped the bombshell she wanted to drop here tonight.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my God! We're getting new Tag Team Champions tonight! The game just changed in a big way!

MATT STEEL:
Holy shit. And here's another thing- Lx-Tim is in that match, too. He could hypothetically leave with EVERY title in the XWA tonight!

MARK SANCTION:
That doesn't bare thinking about...

MATT STEEL:
This show gets better and better!
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Re: XWA: If You Want Blood - 29/4/2017

Postby DJS » Fri May 05, 2017 9:14 pm

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XWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
The Inner Circle vs. Layton & Fenric vs. Nueva Era Tainos


The Melbourne crowd waits and buzzes in anticipation, as we are shown the battleground wherein our next match will take place. In the midst of all of the big set-pieces and the ring stand chairs, stacked against the barricade. There stand tables, stood tall and probably scared of the fact they're about to get very, very mangled fairly soon. But of course, down the entrance way stand the ladders- some rather averaged sized, and some comically large. All of this of course leading to the ring, where staring down above it all are the XWA Tag Team Championships. If they could laugh evilly, they would. They are about to control the narrative of the coming carnage, all by simply existing. The bell rings to signal our attention.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
The following contest, set for one fall will be a Triple-Team Tables, Ladders and Chairs match, and- as decreed by XWA Co-Owner Bella Quinn- will be for the XWA Tag Team Championships!

Thunderous applause.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh boy...

MATT STEEL:
Things are about to get violent up in here!

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, titles on the line and we've got everything you'd need. We've got ladders up against the barricades and down the entrance walk-way of all shapes and sizes, we've got chairs under the ring and up against the barricades, we've got tables there too, some placed right out here in front of us, all set up and ready.

Matt and Mark look to the tables set up in front of them.

MATT STEEL:
This is a really terrible place to put these. I don't want them anywhere near us. Who do I complain to about this?

MARK SANCTION:
Someone's world is going to come crashing down, and I hazard a guess it's going to be whomever goes through these things.



The lights go down as the first few notes of "Come As You Are" by Nirvana ring out through the arena. When the drums come in and Kurt Cobain's voice begins to echo through the arena, that's when finally light begins to circle as Emery Layton, in her beanie and leather jacket, leads Adam Fenric, in his Victorian-era cloak, out from the curtain to a sea of chearing fans. Her arms are out, her head swaying with her eyes closed, she's completely feeling the moment while Fenric stands by, observing everything around him. After those first few moments, that's where Em begins to slowly strut down the ramp, spinning around as she meets fans along the way while Adam maintains a focused gaze on the ring.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Introducing first- making their way to the ring...Emery Layton! Adam Fenric! LAYTON & FENRIC!

MARK SANCTION:
The most unconventional duo in the XWA make their Supershow debut AS a tag team in this huge match.

MATT STEEL:
The creepy doctor guy and the weird gypsy girl teamed up? Man, Massacre's a crazy show these days. No wonder you get Tempest to do it instead of me.

MARK SANCTION:
And yet in spite their arguing and disagreements with one another, they are united in their desire to take this company by storm, and this could be the match which finally puts both of them on the map!

As they reach the bottom of the ramp, they split off. Adam disposes of the cloak as he pops up onto the apron and into the ring, while Em- as per usual in her entrance- pops up onto the top rope. After a few moments of being up there, the eccentric traveller leaps down from the top rope and into the ring, transitioning from that into probably the most graceful, crisp forward-roll you've ever seen. Once she's in there, she runs to the rope right behind her bouncing off it as she drops to her knees and skids forwards, all while Adam stands by in the corner. Em flips over onto her front and crawls into the corner as Adam begrudgingly moves out of the way. Adam stands while Emery sits in the corner, legs out.



The lights inside the arena go dark as a static crackle blasts out across the speakers. It cuts out immediately, and is replaced by the opening riff of ‘Seizure of Power’. The beat blasts out across the arena as one by one three spotlights light up on the stage, each one illuminating one of the Inner Circle. The first, a green spotlight, shines down upon the intimidating figure of the "Russian Wrecking Ball" Eleric Krause, who stands tall, back straight, as if in an army line up. The second spotlight is crimson and shows the field leader, or ‘underboss’, of the Inner Circle, Trace Demon’s right hand man, the baseball bat wielding Kendo Kasai. Both of them bear their signature entrance masks, hiding their face from the fans.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Making their way to the ring, representing The Survivors...Eleric Krause! Kendo Kasai! THE INNER CIRCLE!

MATT STEEL:
Now HERE'S a team. I've heard amazing things about both of these competitors. My personal pick to win here tonight!

MARK SANCTION:
Hand-picked by XWA Hall of Famer and leader of the Survivors, Trace Demon, the Inner Circle are not a team to be messed with!

The lights in the arena suddenly ignite as a multicoloured pyrotechic display begins to spray up from the stage. The Inner Circle walk through it, making their way down towards the ring. Kasai leads, Eleric Krause taking up the rear. They settle at the bottom of the ring, one by one removing their masks and throwing them aside. Kasai points his bat at the ring Krause climbs up the steel ring steps and through the ropes. Kendo Kasai enters, rolling in under the ropes, taking his place at the centre of his dangerous cohort.



“Avalancha” hits the PA System and Grandeza steps through the curtains. He stands on the arena stage and holds both arms out to his sides, posing while the audience jeers. He makes his way to the ring, walking with confidence, and, upon reaching the end of the ramp, slides in under the bottom rope. Inside the ring, Grandeza walks to the opposing side of the ring and repeats his stage pose.


HANA RAMIEREZ:
Hailing from San Juan, Puerto Rico, standing 6’1 and weighing in at 235lbs, representing Nueva Era Tainos… GRANDEZA!



The titantron turns on to display a Puerto Rican flag flapping in the wind, having the initials L-X-5 appear on the screen. Charisma by Wasp hits the public announcements system as the camera pans around the view the crowd as everything is currently seen in a monochrome setting. Turning toward the stage, everything returns to color to have multi-colored flashing lights shining forth. The Portrait of Greatness escalates onto the top stage with his head looking downward. The crowd boos to finally seeing the Spanish superstar in view.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And his partner, from Brooklyn, New York, standing 6’4 and weighing 240lbs, he is the reigning XWA Television Champion and the XWA Hardcore Champion… LX-TIM!

The History Maker, at this moment, quickly raises both arms to point to the sky as a burst of flames and pyro shoots upward. The brightness accentuates his unique appeal further as he is all arrogantly smiles when looking down to the ring. He treks down the ramp beating his chest and ripping a sign with a negative view on him. LX then runs and slides into the ring as he then jumps to his feet. He beats his chest with a single fist and shouts "I'm simply glorious"! The Brooklyn native decides to ascend a corner turnbuckle, showing all his signature Spread Arms Taunt as the camera moves in for a slow motion moment. The Illustration of Innovation drops down afterward with an overly-confident smile etched on his face on joins his cousin.

MARK SANCTION:
Nueva Era Tainos have an advantage over both teams here. Neither Layton & Fenric nor the Inner Circle have competed in a multi-team environment, whereas Grandeza and Tim actually competed in one to even get to this match! All three teams have such a powerful claim to the top prize in this division, and tonight we'll see who feels they have what it takes!

All three teams stand in their respective corners. They look above them, seeing those titles hanging malevolently above them. Adam looks down. Eleric looks to him. Tim looks down. Eventually it comes to a point where they are all looking to each other, each one itching to make that first move. It's like six people are about to draw their weapons in a huge duel in the old West. The person this is annoying the most is Grandeza. The arrogant younger cousin of Lx-Tim- he's not going to stand around and wait- who'd stop him anyway? So finally the Self-Proclaimed Heart of Pueto Rico goes after the smallest person in the match, Emery Layton as Lx-Tim has no choice but to follow. Adam begins to fight off Tim, Emery and Grandeza tussel and fire hockey-alike right and left hands at one another as Eleric and Kasai bounce into the scene and fire as many fists as they can at anything that moves. Referee Jack Tickles- oh poor Jack, he's got a job tonight- decides this is probably the way it's all going to start, and that's where he signals for...

DING DING!

MARK SANCTION:
And here we go! This one has melted down already!

MATT STEEL:
Aahaha, I love it!

Dragging Emery into the middle of the ring, Grandeza is joined by Tim as Adam battles both Eleric and Kasai in the corner. Tim throws Em into the ropes, and the traveller goes travelling. Jumping off the rope, she comes right back into Nueva Era Tainos' grasp, as the both hook around the back of her neck and grab both sides of her pants, lifting her up high in the air and dropping her onto the mat with an almighty thud. Immediately upon hitting, Grandeza pops right back up, turning right back around and kicking Emery under the apron and out to the floor. That's when Tim turns his attention to Eleric and Kasai. The Inner Circle have now got to the point of essentially taking turns blasting Adam with right hands. Eleric drags Adam out of the corner and lifts him up, draping him over his shoulder. That is until Tim decides to hammer Eleric's back with his forearm, causing the Beast from the East to drop the Plague Doctor onto the ground perhaps a little less hard than he would've liked to previously and with far less force. Turning around, Tim strikes with a hard European uppercut that's so big it reminds Eleric of old country.

MARK SANCTION:
All three teams with such passion, such drive and will to succeed. We have seen the Tag Team division make a resurgence this year, and this could be the match right here that solidifies that.

MATT STEEL:
If they live through it. Not a single table, ladder or chair yet and already they're killing each other!

As Tim and Eleric do battle, Adam rolls under the bottom rope. He's seen his opening. This is the perfect opportunity to drop out of the fighting and converse with Em about how to do this. But...where is she? He looks around and she is nowhere to be found. Perhaps she left him to do the work. Typical. No matter- there's another plan at work in his head. Seeing the opportunity, he snaps to attention as he spies a ladder up against the barricade- gleaming and glistening, daring him to pick it up. And so he gives into temptation, grabbing one side so that he may slide it into the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
You were saying?

MATT STEEL:
Oh boy, here we go! The first ladder is coming out to play. Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to get extreme up in this beoyytcchh!

MARK SANCTION:
Christ. Please never say that again. If you give me nothing else in life, Matt, just give me that one little thing.

The problem Adam notices with the ladder is that the other side begins to float too. He's not that strong surely. It's when the other side begins to move seemingly independently that he looks up finally to see that Kasai is on the other side. Clearly he's had the same idea as him. The two of them look to one another, and there is a silence. A gaze between them. It's like they're daring one another to challenge them. Finally the tug of war begins between Adam Fenric and Kendo Kasai as they pull back and forth. Occupied with one another, they do not notice Grandeza is also on the outside. Rather than join in with their childish little game, Grandeza doesn't really care to have a go. There are ladders everywhere- why that one? Nah. Forget it. He goes after a medium-sized ladder stood tall along the entrance walkway. He takes it down and folds it, holding it as he walks along. In the ring, Tim is currently trading european uppercuts with Eleric. Grandeza reaches the apron where he slides the ladder under the bottom rope and into the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
The first ladder brought into the ring now. Nueva Era Tainos about to get started in a big way here but, wait! Wait! Look!

As soon as he jumps up onto the apron-

--WHAM!--

He feels a pain on his spine. Something big, heavy and painful has just hit him right in the back. He drops off the apron, holding his back. He turns around...it's Emery! Now dropping the steel chair she previously had in her hand, she hooks his neck under her arm and drives his head right into the chair.

MARK SANCTION:
My God, Emery Layton from nowhere making good use of that steel chair! Well, I say 'good'.

MATT STEEL:
Where did she even go?

MARK SANCTION:
I think I saw her roll out from under the ring. Clearly that's where she went when Grandeza kicked her out before. She got her revenge quick, though!

On the inside of the ring Eleric, noticing the ladder on the floor, dodges another right hand from Tim as he ducks under, putting his arms around the Portrait of Greatness' mid-section and guiding him through the air, right over his head, releasing him mid-flight as he comes crashing backfirst into the steel of the ladder.

MARK SANCTION:
Eleric Krause making use of Grandeza's ladder to destroy Tim there with a huge German suplex!

Kasai and Adam have flipped their ladder, they have pulled back and forth, but it's when the Unspoken Terror notices Eleric roll Tim off the ladder and lift it up into the air that he realises his fight is futile right now. They've got it under control- he just needs to ensure they keep it there. So using his side of the ladder, he rushes forward, pushing the whole thing until like a huge battering ram, Adam Fenric is smashed into the side of the barricade, back-first. He drops the ladder, and Adam, leaving him on his own as he scurries off into the ring. Eleric has the ladder set up. The Inner Circle have it covered, as Eleric begins to climb one side of the ladder and Kendo climbs the other, all to much booing.

MARK SANCTION:
Both of them at the same time climbing the ladder here for the first time in this match!

MATT STEEL:
Now that's what I'm talking about! Imagine how pleased Trace Demon and the Survivors will be when they seen how quickly the Inner Circle have captured gold?

MARK SANCTION:
The first attempt to get the titles in this match, will the Inner Circle be successful?

MATT STEEL:
Well look at it this way- if one of them comes off, the other will still be there. This is absolutely genius! I love the Inner Circle!

They climb rung by rung. On the outside, Em's eyes widen. There's no way she can allow this- she's the only one up. It's on her to save this. So quickly she pulls herself into the ring, squatting to her feet as faces the ladder. She pulls down on Kasai like a small child tugging a very tall man's leg. He turns around to see the red-headed nuisance being exactly that and begins to kick backwards. Seeing the pulling isn't working, she begins to smash his back with her fist. When Kendo realises just how close Eleric is to getting the titles, he makes an exception for Emery and jumps down as the two of them begin to fight away. Kendo, looking to end her quickly, fires back and jumps forward with a huge lariat, but he doesn't connect. As soon as he shoots off, Emery falls backwards, her hands touching the floor as she hand-springs back behind him. Kendo turns around, having missed his target, and feels a foot on his chest propelling something up and then another foot smash right into the back of his head. He drops to his knees then finally to the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
Backflip to reverse a lariat into a step-up enziguri from Emery Layton, we've seen that before.

MATT STEEL:
Very pretty but not helping! For goodness sake, she's not changed from when I last saw her wrestle at Legends. She's trying to be flashy and you've got Eleric Krause right now, literally, touching that title! Look at him!

He really is. With one hand on one of the titles, he swats at it like a cat swatting a toy that's being dangled above him as it moves from side to side. The look of panic on Emery's face is a picture. She may have just lost it! Adam's never going to shut up about this. She begins to climb, but suddenly the Ghost of Christmas Five-Minutes-Ago jumps back into frame. Grandeza scuttles under the bottom rope and holds the side of the ladder that Eleric is stood on, pushing down. The Russian Wrecking Ball has no choice- he can feel the ladder going. He could try to pull the titles but he's about to go. Realising this isn't the biggest ladder out there and his fall wouldn't be too bad, he drops down onto his feet as the ladder drops onto it's side, bouncing against the rope. While he stands there, he feels fists clobber away at him, coming from Grandeza. The Inner Circle member pushes Grandeza away, grabbing his face and just shoving it as hard as he can. As he moves forward, he feels arms creep up under his, the hands meeting at his neck. He has no idea what's going on, he's like a turtle on his back, but his shell is human. Suddenly, he's up in the air, being pulled backwards and smashed hard onto his neck, right on that ground. He looks up, and sees Lx-Tim walk away, as his neck feels like it's been run over by a truck.

MARK SANCTION:
Full nelson suplex by Lx-Tim, who is back in this match!

MATT STEEL:
I don't think I've ever seen a triple threat tag match that's been as non-stop as this! This is nuts!

Nueva Eras Tainos stand tall and proud, as Tim kicks Eleric out of the ring, making sure he's as far away as he can possibly be. The Television Champion and could-be Supreme XWA Champion looks around. It's like a jump-scare from an old-school horror movie as Emery, clearly having bounced off those ropes, comes running at Grandeza and Tim. That's where Tim, with ultimate quickness, stops her right in her tracks. She is within inches of Grandeza when she finds herself dropping to the mat, getting stopped with a huge superkick right to her chin that makes everyone wince and the fans even gasp, as she now rolls out of the ring immediately upon impact.

MATT STEEL:
Jeeeeeeeesus Christ, did you hear that?

MARK SANCTION:
We all heard that! Lx-Tim, with one of the most lightning fast superkicks I have ever seen, takes out Emery Layton. THIS is why Nueva Era Tainos are so dangerous, in this match and any. Their ability to improvise no matter what the situation.

MATT STEEL:
And he protected Grandeza in a way too cos it looked like she was going for him. Aw. What a nice guy. I wish I had a cousin like Lx-Tim who'd superkick the shit out of people I don't like, too!

The only thing laying in the ring right now is Kendo Kasai, who is beginning to lift himself up to his feet. Tim looks to Grandeza and orders him out the ring, pointing towards a big block of tables. The younger cousin of Lx-Tim nods and rolls out of the ring, as the Television Champion turns around, awaiting Kasai. The Unspoken Terror reaches his feet finally when the turns around, right into Tim. The TV Champion grabs the top of his head with one hand and then drills him with a European uppercut with the other. By this time, Grandeza has a table, all folded, as he slides it under the bottom rope, to much rejoicing from the XWA faithful here in Melbourne.

"TA-BLES! TA-BLES! TA-BLES! TA-BLES!"

All the while, Adam Fenric slithers along on the outside, not taking his eyes off Grandeza the entire time.[/color]

MATT STEEL:
It's tables time baby!

Grandeza rolls under the bottom rope, now beginning to set the table up. But Kasai isn't just going to take this. He has been hit with two European uppercuts, and it takes the attempt of a third for him to finally block it and say 'no'. Kasai bashes Tim in the face with a forearm, knocking him right back. Tim lifts a leg to try and kick him in the gut, but Kasai catches him, holding it under his arm and holding Tim's right arm over his shoulder. He drags Tim back, the Portrait of Greatness not really able to do very much, and like he's lobbing a sack of potatoes he throws him over his back. The problem for Tim? That ladder from before is still propped up against the ropes and he goes back-first into it, the force of him dropping right into the middle splitting the entire ladder in two!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh My God! Exploder suplex into the ladder from Kendo Kasai!

MATT STEEL:
They can't use that one now!

MARK SANCTION:
Well I guess we're not exactly short on ladders but good grief, imagine how Tim feels after that!

Kasai pulls himself up, Grandeza is stood by. He's got the table set up now in the ring and he's just heard the ladder shatter into little pieces. He turns around and is hit with a rather nasty chop to the chest. He writhes in pain, until Kasai hits him with another one! Grandeza holds his chest. Kasai pulls back for a third but then is hit in the back with a sharp, piercing pain. It's very similar to the one felt by Grandeza on the apron earlier, in fact. That's because it is. He's just been hit with a steel chair, hard. He pivots his body to face his chair-wielding opponent to see those shadowy, creepy eyes of Adam Fenric staring back at him with fury. The Plague Doctor drills him with a second shot, right to the head, and Kasai goes dropping to the ground! Grandeza, still writhing from the pain of the chops, also feels the heat as he's jabbed hard in the mid-section with the chair by Adam Fenric and then smacked over the back. He drops down to his knees then finally onto the floor.

MARK SANCTION:
Adam Fenric going to town using that chair! My goodness!

Now Adam, who is about to go fetch another ladder, sees the risk that could form from having a table set up and he's not about to allow that, but he does want options for later. He folds the table back up and sticks it in the corner now, leaving it there for the time being. Seconds later, he rolls out of the ring and fetches a ladder, once again from the entrance way. Once again, it's not one of the taller ones but he could reach theoritcally if he wanted to get the titles using the one he has. He lifts it up and carries it along until he is stopped by Eleric Krause. The larger Russian man tries to pull the ladder away from Adam and once again the Plague Doctor finds himself in a situation where he is having to fight over a ladder. Eleric, much larger and much stronger than Fenric, pulls the ladder away after shoving Adam back with a kick. When Adam comes back for more, Eleric nudges Adam in the face with the end of the ladder, knocking him back. Eleric goes again, hitting him a second time with the ladder, this time hard enough to knock him down to the floor.

The Russian Wrecking Ball looks down. He looks around. He observes the scene. This is perfect. This is the best opportunity to just completely put Adam Fenric out of this. He has all the tools. If you can imagine this, he is standing currently in that little corner where the ring-steps are, it's closest to the entrance stage. Holding the ladder long-ways, he slowly and carefully places one side on the barricade and then the other side on the apron of the ring. It's like a little bridge. Tapping on it a few times, he makes sure it's sturdy enough to his liking and after a little test- yes! It appears so! He ducks under the ladder and makes his way thoughtfully down the entrance way, running his hands along the tables, he finally picks one up, folding the legs and carrying it. While Adam lies on the floor, Eleric sets up the table right next to the ladder-bridge-thing he's just created. He then goes back for another and sets that up against THAT one! Two tables side-by-side. He makes sure it's all up, it's all ready for him. That's when he grabs Adam Fenric.


MARK SANCTION:
What on earth is Eleric Krause doing? Everyone in the ring is down, you'd think this would be the perfect opportunity but instead he's doing...whatever this is.

MATT STEEL:
The stipulation doesn't alway change the person, Mark! Eleric doesn't just wanna win, he wants to dismantle his opponents. It's his M.O, it's why Trace Demon picked him in the first place! And just imagine how pleased the Survivors would be if he can take out Adam Fenric once and for all!

MARK SANCTION:
I think if that happened, Maxwell would give him the keys to his house, let alone the tag titles...

He drapes Adam over the ladder like last night's washing and steps onto the apron. Turning to see if any of the others have moved yet- which they haven't, sans Tim beginning to stur a little bit and move the bits of ladder that are all over him- he begins to walk along the ladder, slowly and precautiously. Worried murmurs and mutterings abound in Melbourne Cricket Ground as Eleric stands there. Now stood next to Adam, he bends down, wrapping his arms around Adam's mid-section and with raw strength and power he essentially deadlifts him up into the air with a grunt, eventually being able to lift Adam onto his shoulders, facing upwards. He's got him in a Eleric looks down as the crowd begin to get much louder and edgier about this.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh. My. God.

MATT STEEL:
There's no way he's going to attempt this.

MARK SANCTION:
He...he CAN'T do this! Is he seriously going to attempt a Red Square through...through all of those tables?

MATT STEEL:
Mark.

MARK SANCTION:
There's just no way. This man is inhumane! He's sick! He's a sick and twisted animal!

MATT STEEL:
Mark!

MARK SANCTION:
WHAT? ...Oh my...

Adam is aware of all of this going on. He's not unconscious. And because of where he is, he can look up and he can see. Everything's upside down, but he can see the turnbuckle in front of him. That's when his eyes widen with wonderment and a little panic, if we're honest. He shakes his head, as the fans rise from their seats and begin to cheer a little. See Eleric saw that everyone in the ring was down before, but he forgot someone. Someone who rolled out earlier and hasn't been seen since.

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, Emery Layton is currently squatting on the turnbuckle above both of these men and I have no idea what she's going to do.

MATT STEEL:
Don't do it! Whatever it is! Don't even do it!

Adam begins to shake, furiously. Eleric tries to get him back in position, but Adam begins to kick out and punch. But Eleric is also trying not to fall! And so is Adam! Eventually after wriggling enough, Adam drops onto his feet, nearly falling off the ladder as both men feel it wobble. Em, now no longer squatting, stands tall. She's got a mean snarl on her face as she breathes in and out heavily. And Eleric has absolutely no idea yet. She closes her eyes. Deep breath. Emery leaps.

MARK SANCTION & MATT STEEL:
Noooooo!!!!

Adam drops backwards off the ladder as Eleric turns around with absolutely no time to stop the fact that Emery is spinning through the air, right at him, and hooking his neck. She drives him down off that ladder as both Eleric and Emery go crashing through the tables! The fans jump out of their seats and nearly lose their Goddamn minds.

"HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"

MARK SANCTION:
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! SHE'S DONE!

MATT STEEL:
Emery Layton hits the Prikasa on Eleric Krause through not one but TWO tables. Holy shit. Those two just went through TWO tables! I cannot believe what we are seeing here tonight.

MARK SANCTION:
DAMMIT! We are seeing human beings DESTROY other human beings! Good God in heaven, We are seeing people, real living people, annihilate one another! THIS is insanity!

MATT STEEL:
This isn't ballet, Mark! This is the XWA. This is what we're all about and don't you ever forget it!

Eleric and Emery lie in a heap. Neither one moves, but the ladder stays put. Adam sits against the corner of the barricade, in about as much shock as us but with a damn-sight more pain. He's not going anywhere for a while and he knows it. So now we shift our attention back to the ring. There are currently three people in this match now. Nueva Eras Tainos and Kendo Kasai. While Grandeza is waiting in the wings for his moment to strike, Lx Tim, as mentioned before, was stirring earlier and by this point has reached a situation where he can lift himself up. He uses the ropes as aid, as Kendo Kasai pursues him immediately upon noticing this. Grabbing Tim's head, he whips him across the ring into the ropes immediately facing him. As he waits for Tim to come running back, the Portrait of Greatness ducks under his arm as Kendo swings for a lariat of some sort. Tim goes running into the other ropes opposite, ducking under. As Kasai misses the lariat, he finds himself spinning due to the power he put into it, which under normal circumstances would've had Tim's head off of his body, probably orbiting the earth now and knocking out a satalite on the way. Instead, Kasai turns around and immediately meets Lx-Tim's rather large boot, smashing him in the face. He drops to the mat.

MATT STEEL:
BOOM HEADSHOT!

MARK SANCTION:
A tribute to Rob Chapman, a stable-mate from ELITE, being displayed at the expense of Kendo Kasai, but will that be enough to put him away long enough to get those Tag Team Championships?

MATT STEEL:
I have no idea, Mark. I don't know what's gonna put these guys away anymore. They're superhuman! They can't be stopped!

Tim rolls out of the ring to fetch a ladder. He steps over the rubble and broken bodies of Em and Eleric, as he approaches the entrance way. He's forgetting the stuff around the ring. He's going straight for the big-guns. As mentioned, both times anyone has gone for a ladder, they've picked the medium-sized one but not Tim. Oh no. He thinks about it, but it's that massive, comically large one stood towering over the rest of them that gets him, so he takes that one and brings it down to the ring with him.

MATT STEEL:
That is a BIG ladder.

MARK SANCTION:
Trust Lx-Tim to go for the biggest, most obnoxious ladder of the lot. What other possible use could anyone have for that thing anyway?

MATT STEEL:
Well sometimes, when you're as talented and as willing to win as Lx-Tim, regular ladders won't do because your ceiling is just so high.

While our play-by-play sits in stunned silence due to that joke, Tim pushes the ladder under the bottom rope and into the ring, where Grandeza is more than helpful. As Tim gets in, Grandeza lifts it up himself and sets it up in the middle of the ring, moving it ever so slightly to make sure it is slap-bang in the middle of the ring and under the titles. Now, with it in perfect position, he begins to climb the large ladder, step by step. Tim grabs a rung from the ladder they totalled earlier and holds it, as it seems like the entire world begins to boo.

MATT STEEL:
Well, looks like I was wrong. I shouldn't have picked the Inner Circle! Lx-Tim and Grandeza are the top dogs, the top tag team in this entire company!

MARK SANCTION:
Look at Tim holding that ladder ring. It's like he's patrolling, making sure no one can get past. Can he even use that?

MATT STEEL:
Well it's Tables, Ladders and Chairs and that is part of a ladder but even then, who's gonna stop him, really?

MARK SANCTION:
Nueva Era Tainos about to win it right here in Melbourne...

MATT STEEL:
Whoawhoawhoawhoa!

Sliding in under the bottom rope all of a sudden is Adam Fenric. His partner may not be all there yet, but he's back in this at least. Tim swings the rung of the ladder as Grandeza continues to climb further and further up that long, horrifyingly high ladder but Adam ducks under, running into the rope immediately facing him. As Tim turns around, Adam bounces off the middle rope and takes him down with a springboard dropkick. The Portrait of Greatness crashes to the ground, as Adam climbs the other side of the ladder.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no. This is about to get mad.

MATT STEEL:
As if it wasn't already!

Kasai, previously down on the floor, looks up to see a representative from either enemy team climbing the ladder. Both are climbing very slowly and very carefully, having taken a lot of damage in this one. That's when the Unspoken Nightmare has an unspoken idea. He rolls out of the ring, running to the entrance way.

MARK SANCTION:
Kendo Kasai now with plans of his own. I worry as to what those plans are...

Along the entrance way, as mentioned before, there are ladders both big and small. Kendo goes for a ladder that is of equal height to the one in the ring, folding it up and carrying it with a sense of urgency, sliding it under the bottom rope and following in afterwards. Once he reaches his feet, he begins to set up the other ladder right next to it, earning a mixed reception for the member of the Survivors. He begins to climb up directly next to Adam Fenric.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh God.

MATT STEEL:
Aahhh, genius!

MARK SANCTION:
A representative of each team is now going for the titles, and this thing is reaching fever pitch, ladies and gentlemen!

MATT STEEL:
Wait, wait- Tim's back in this now!

On the other side of Kendo, Tim- who was recently taken down briefly with a springboard dropkick from Adam- begins to climb up at an equally urgent pace. By this point, all four are up the top of the ladder. They are looking down as they battle in the clouds, with only gold swinging above them. They are almost eye-level with the cheap seats. Adam punches away at Grandeza but then Kendo punches him, but then Tim punches him, it's all madness and pandemonium right now. But there is something else happening right now behind all of this. While they all fight and try to grab either title as they swing by, someone has moved. Climbing into the ring and crawling along comes a beaten, Eleric Krause, who's crawl turns into a stagger as he pulls himself up using the ropes. We now see he has a large cut down the side of his face, where the blood has dripped out all over him.

MARK SANCTION:
My God, he's still alive. What will it take to put away the Inner Circle?

MATT STEEL:
What's it gonna take to put away any of these people? I'm beginning to think that if we had a nuclear blast, these guys would survive and still be going for that contract!

MARK SANCTION:
All competitors so desperate, so eager to prove they are the top Tag Team in the XWA. I have never seen this level of determination in so many people at one time in the same ring. This is insanity.

And it's about to get more insane. Eleric looks around and spies something forgotten about earlier- there's a big old table still sat, propped up against the corner, unused and unloved. The Russian Wrecking Ball pulls that table out of the corner, looking up towards Tim, as he carries it. Kendo and Tim are still fighting one another at the top of the ladder, as Kendo smashes Tim's head onto the roof of the ladder. Eleric opens one leg, he opens the other, and then stands the table up, right directly behind Tim.

MARK SANCTION:
Look at this now- Eleric Krause setting up a table right behind Lx-Tim. If he falls back, he falls into hell!

MATT STEEL:
That's genius! All Kasai has to do is knock him off the ladder and he's in Splintersville!

Eleric rushes around to the other side, and begins to climb both ladders in between Kasai and Adam, punching away at the Plague Doctor. Grabbing the back of his trunks, Eleric pulls Adam down to the ground. When Adam is facing him, he kicks him in the gut and hooks his arms, pulling him overhead and dropping him backfirst onto the mat, into the debris of the ladder that Tim found himself destroyed in earlier. Eleric pulls himself up to his feet again and begins to climb the ladder in place of Adam. The Inner Circle are now side-by-side, battling Nueva Era Tainos.

MARK SANCTION:
A BRUTAL double-underhook suplex from Eleric Krause, who has been an absolute machine in this match!

MATT STEEL:
Everyone has! Seriously everyone. But looks like this is gonna come down to Nueva Era Tainos and the Inner Circle here.

MARK SANCTION:
I wouldn't be too sure...

While all of this goes on, the fans begin to cheer as they have noticed something on the outside. Or rather, someone. Peering over the apron like Woody seeing Buzz for the first time is Emery- slow, pained, with blood as red as her hair all over her face and dripping all over her gear. She kicks debris of the table she fell into out of the way. As a chant for Emery Layton begins to gain steam, she finds herself becoming more and more fired up, breathing heavily. Her fists are shaking, and she's feeling it!

MARK SANCTION:
Emery Layton is back in the game!

MATT STEEL:
She looks like she fell into hell and the Devil spat her back out for making a noise. Look at how screwed up she looks!

Smashing her hands down on the barricades three times, she's got a second wind running through her body as she looks to everyone fighting in the skies. So she turns to her side. She turns to that ladder Eleric propped up earlier. It's small, it's what she needs. She pulls it down off the apron and the barricade, and drags it across, beginning to set it up from the outside. Once it's up, she looks to her left and to her right. She wants someone, she is begging for an excuse not to do it. And yet...she has to. She's got to do it. She has the need to do this. If she never wins this match, she wants to be the one they remember. That's when she decides to climb the ladder.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my God, Emery what the hell are you doing?

MATT STEEL:
The girl's insane! She's absolutely insane! After everything that's happened, she's doing this?

Emery climbs up to the very top of the ladder, beginning to have regrets. But only slightly. She can see everyone else fighting away up there. She has them all in one place. For the second time in this match, Emery Layton makes a terrifying jump, screaming as she defies gravity, passing over the top rope as she kicks out both of her legs.

MARK SANCTION:
OH MY GOD!

What happens next is sort of similar to dominoes, except with more bodies from the sky and one-hundred percent more chaos. Emery's missle dropkick collides with the left-most ladder. This causes both Tim and Kendo to lose balance, as they both drop- Kasai onto the mat and Tim narrowly missing going through the table that Eleric set up only a few moments before. But not only that, the left-most ladder is directly next to the other ladder, and falls on it's side, falling into the other ladder, occupied by Eleric and Grandeza, but because of the angle at which they fall, they don't drop into the ring. They go flying over the top rope, towards where the announcers team are, right into the tables mentioned at the very top of this match, as wood and destruction fly everywhere. The entire thing leads the crowd to jump entirely out of their seats, absolutely screaming.

MATT STEEL:
OH! MY! FUCKING! GOD!

MARK SANCTION:
STOP the damn match for God's sake! STOP it ALL!

MATT STEEL:
Why? WHY would you stop something as glorious as this, Mark? EVERYONE is down! There is not a competitor left standing, and Melbourne has come unglued! THIS is the XWA! THIS is what we're all about!

"This is Awesome!" *clap!* *clap!* *clapclapclap!* "This is Awesome!" *clap!* *clap!* *clapclapclap!*

Bodies everywhere. Inside the ring. Outside the ring. Through tables, through ladders. There is not a single person moving right now. Or at least not in any meaningful way. This goes on for quite a few moments. EMTs begin to flock to Eleric and Grandeza, who lie in a pile of table bits. Meanwhile, in the ring. Kendo Kasai turns onto his front very carefully and very groggily. He cannot stop. He's got absolutely no desire to stop. Tonight, the Inner Circle will walk out winners and it'll be down to him. He is determined. Finally after pushing himself up, with his legs extended he maintains his balance after a few moments of nearly losing it.

MARK SANCTION:
Jesus Christ. What's it gonna take? What is it going to take?

MATT STEEL:
They're like Terminators, these guys. They absolutely do not stop. Imagine just how much his body is hurting right now. And yet here he is, powering through it.

There are still two ladders in the ring, as there were earlier. Not a single person is moving except for Kendo Kasai. He looks around to make sure that no one is gonna make any sudden movements. Seeing his opportunity, he grabs the nearest of the two ladders and pulls it up, erecting it and beginning to climb. It's a very laboured climb. Moments like this are where a wrestler can really feel just how heavy they are. Rung by rung, step by step, ever so slowly.

MARK SANCTION:
Kasai going for gold now, and I can see no single competitor that's gonna be able to stop him on their own.

While Kasai crawls up that ladder like slowed-down footage of a snake, Emery Layton begins to crawl towards the rope, using it to pull herself up very, very slowly until her legs buckle and she falls backwards. She is looking upwards, seeing only the lights surrounding the championships, hanging mockingly above the ring as Kasai ascends. Rocking back and forth, she sits up, only to stumble and fall right back down again on her side, right next to the debris of the ladder that was destroyed earlier.

MARK SANCTION:
Emery struggling to even stand, and I am in complete and utter shock that she is even able to make the attempt.

MATT STEEL:
For all the shit I give her, this girl just doesn't give up, even after everything she's been through. She can barely stand right now.

After a few moments, she pushes herself up very slowly after turning onto her front, using her knees and her feet to propel her up. She steps back a few inches, trying to regain her footing until, finally, she's stood. She's dizzy and unable to process what's going on properly, but this is the best she can handle. Nearly tripping over Tim, she goes over to the other ladder. The ladder that's just stood neck and neck with the one Kasai is climbing. Now Emery begins to climb up herself. In this very moment, it is the hardest single thing she has ever had to do. It's literally a race between Emery and Kasai as to who is going to grab that case, and right now the Unspoken Horror is winning. He is higher up, he is closer than Em, who nearly trips as she closes in on the middle rung. She is half-way there. The big problem? Kasai has reached the top. He's there now. He's literally got his hand on the side plate.

MARK SANCTION:
Kasai is holding a title!

MATT STEEL:
The Inner Circle may have managed to pull this off!

MARK SANCTION:
Wait- no!

MATT STEEL:
No? What do you mean no--oohh...Oh Dear God.

What Kasai hasn't noticed is the cheering. What he didn't pay attention to in his focused attempt to get to the top of this before Emery was the people cheering. Perhaps for him? No. Cheering for something else. He's not been the only one climbing his ladder. Pulling himself up right behind him, like a spider in a web, is a very, very battered and angry Adam Fenric. When reaching the ladder's very top, right behind Kasai, he uses the ladder by his side to crawl over him. There's no way Em gets up there on her own without assistance- she's flown through tables, she's flown through the air. She loses the whole thing for both of them if Adam does nothing. He knows this. It's in his best interests right now. So he continues, in spite of his body absolutely killing him.He pulls an unsuspecting Kasai's arms backwards. The Inner Circle member begins to panic slightly, as Adam bunches his Kendo's arms together

MATT STEEL:
Adam Fenric crawling seemingly from nowhere but...there's no way...

MARK SANCTION:
How is he even...?

MATT STEEL:
Look at this! Look at Adam Fenric go!

In a very careful but fluid moment, Adam has Kendo trapped, as he rolls over. He dangles himself over the other side of the ladder, locking him firmly in and never letting go for any single reason that could ever exist. All the while Emery's still climbing.

MARK SANCTION:
"Goodbye Cruel World" up a ladder! Oh my God!

MATT STEEL:
Em's still climbing, though!

MARK SANCTION:
And Kasai's trapped! Adam's successfully trapped Kasai up the top of a ladder with Goodbye Cruel World, keeping Kasai from getting those belts or even moving! Look at them, they're doing this up against the steel in mid-air. I have never seen the likes of this in any ladder match!

MATT STEEL:
Hang about, here comes Tim...

MARK SANCTION:
Oh Good grief this thing never ends.

Emery reaches the very top, finally. Still in the ring from earlier, a groggy Tim begins to climb up the ladder on the opposite side of Em. He's the only member of his team left, as is Kendo of his. He's got to be the person to salvage this. Meanwhile, Adam begins to feel his grip slipping but it looks as though all active competitors are up the ladders- again- in some form.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh God. Not this again. Come on Emery. Come on Emery!

The Worst of the Pavees looks over to see Adam keeping Kasai at bay and she knows it's now or never. Reaching out and trying very, very hard not to think about how far the fall would be, Emery reaches over. She's not got a lot of time.

Tim is coming.

Adam is slipping.

With both hands, Emery lunges forward and, after nearly losing her balance, she has her fingers on one of the titles. With her other hand, she reaches up to that hook.

Tim's two rungs away.

Every single part of her body is absolutely destroyed and battered but she has to keep going. Finally Tim reaches the top, grabbing the back of Emery's head and hitting her with a hard European uppercut. Emery falls down a few rungs, her entire body burning.


MARK SANCTION:
Whoa, whoa!

MATT STEEL:
Welp, thanks for coming Em. You tried but you know how it is- back to the chase, darling.

Tim grabs the top of her head, right by her hair, and turns her to face him. He tells her how she's nothing compared to him. How he's excellence in human form and she's some low-life scum who shouldn't be here. He hits her with a second European uppercut, which almost makes Em lose her balance.

MATT STEEL:
Tim is about to go away winner. If he can do this AND beat Barnez later, he leaves as Supreme, Television, Hardcore AND Tag Team Champion all in one night. He will be THE Champion of Everything.

MARK SANCTION:
That is a thought that scarcely bares thinking about. Don't say things like that, Matt!

Every sense is telling her to fall and just take it. But Adam's slipping, he's in pain, and Emery has literally climbed up too far to allow that. She has sacrificed too much and fought too hard to just 'take it'. Tim can't win this. He can't have his moment. So Emery blocks a third and final attempt to uppercut her by moving back, weaving out of the way when she rams her shoulder into Tim's midsection, stopping him in his tracks. Kasai tries to move himself on the other ladder, which drags them both to the very edge of it. They're mere seconds from falling and Adam knows it. Even if he lets go he falls. Em hits Tim with a stiff forearm, keeping him off her for just a few seconds.

MATT STEEL:
And Emery fighting back now, every competitor in a precarious position here.

Em reaches behind her. Stuck down the back of her pants and poking out is what appears to be a ladder rung.

MARK SANCTION:
But wait...what's this? Where the hell did she get that?

MATT STEEL:
Do we want to know?

MARK SANCTION:
Oh hang on, is that from the smashed ladder? She must have picked it up a few minutes ago when she was stumbling around!

Taking Tim completely by surprise, she takes the rung swings wildly and smashes the Nueva Era Tainos member in the jaw with such force that even she nearly falls off the ladder. Tim, however, loses his grip after taking the hit and falls backwards off the ladder, into the abyss, where he comes crashing down. But he doesn't just crash- oh no. He goes into the exact thing he's avoided this entire time. He goes crashing into hell. He goes crashing right into the table set up earlier by Eleric!

MARK SANCTION:
And Lx-Tim finally, FINALLY, goes through that table!

Emery reaches up. There is no one to stop her. The crowd is cheering wildly. She has blood, lights and sweat getting in her eyes.Throwing the rung she just used to beat Tim, it plummets to the ground as Em reaches up. Adam finally completely loses his footing as he and Kasai go plummeting almost as quickly as the rung did. With a thought in her head of nothing but just "go for it", Em reaches out and unbuckles the first title, releasing it from the hook to snatch it for herself and then does the same for the other belt! It's like flipped on the 'cheer' switch as soon as she holds it, though. The place goes nuts!

MARK SANCTION:
SHE DID IT!

The bell rings. Cobain sings.

MATT STEEL:
Sweet mother of Jesus, they did it. I don't know how, but they managed to pull it off.

MARK SANCTION:
LAYTON & FENRIC WIN IT! LAYTON AND FENRIC!

Melbourne continues to go insane as Emery holds the titles in utter disbelief, but still feeling that rush of adrenaline. Nine years ago she was a girl with no future and a family who had no intention of her being something and now here she is. Champion. She tries to fight the tears...but you wouldn't be able to in that situation, would you, really?

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here are your winners and...NEEEEEEEEWWWW XWA Tag Team Champions- LAYTON & FENRIC!

Sitting on the ladder as "Come As You Are" plays out, Emery lifts a title up in the air. They did it. Adam looks up to Emery, who holds the titles and he very wearily turns onto his side, taking a moment to spit out the blood he's felt circling around in his mouth for quite a bit now. Em slowly climbs down to the mat, holding both belts. With blood and tears streaming down her face, she can barely even stand and has to lean up against the middle rope as she holds out the belt for him. Adam fires back an expression of relief, nodding as he pulls himself up carefully with assistance from that same rope. Honestly, he's just glad they emerged victorious, but good grief does he hurt.

MARK SANCTION:
Emery is overcome with emotion, and to be honest I don't blame her. A hard-fought match from every single team. I'll be damned if they didn't give it their all tonight.

MATT STEEL:
Utter carnage even before the bell even rung and it continued from start to finish. The Tag Team division has arrived, ladies and gentlemen. You'll all be talking about where you were during Tables, Ladder & Chairs in Melbourne. I think we just saw an instant classic.

MARK SANCTION:
But it's official, Layton & Fenric are your new XWA Tag Team Champions if their reign is anything like their performance tonight, the division is gonna have a mammoth task on their hands. Don't go anywhere, folks. The night isn't over by a long-shot!

As the segment closes, we fade out on the shot of Layton & Fenric, hurting like hell but with their titles raised in the air. It doesn't matter whether they've made enemies along the way. A pair of losers who had no business being a tag team proved everyone wrong. An Irish traveller and an Austrian prodigy rule the world, and right now they are so very alive.

MATT STEEL:
What an awesome match we just saw right there, and of course we're not done yet. Lots of matches still left to come.

MARK SANCTION:
That's right, including the Two out of Three Falls match between Smith Jones and the Survivors' own Diamond Jack Sabbath later tonight!

MATT STEEL:
Yeah. To the surprise of absolutely no one, Jack had something to say earlier, but the trash-talk hasn't just been verbal. Before this match occurred, Smith Jones had this to say on Twitter...

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MARK SANCTION:
Hell of a promise from both men. This extremely bitter rivalry, fighting in a rematch over two years in the making, comes to ahead tonight. Stay with us as we come to you live from Melbourne!

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Re: XWA: If You Want Blood - 29/4/2017

Postby DJS » Fri May 05, 2017 9:59 pm

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Austin Carter vs. The Lynx

The lights go out completely and the opening organs of Prancing Dad by Prince of Darkness sound throughout the Battlezone. Four separate 'priests' come out with three foot sticks having a jack o'lantern hanging on the top, all four lit with candles. Fog permeates the area and enshrouds the Battlezone. Out comes the new and improved dominate force "The Lynx". He flips the new orange and black cloak back and raises an arm up in the air. He stomps his way down the ramp with the crowd hissing at him. He confronts one person, stares down into his soul, forcing him to sit down out of the pure terror. The Lynx walks up the steel steps and steps over the ropes. He drops down to his knees in the middle of the ring, arms outstretched and looks downward like he was peering down into the abyss. He drives both fists into the mat and fire shoots out of the ring posts. He then stands up, ready to waste away any opponent coming down that should get in his way.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Coming to the ring first from the Trenches of the Abyss. Here comes The LYYYYYYYNX!

MARK SANCTION:
Scary competition here tonight as The Lynx is set to face off against the high flying Austin Carter! Whoever comes out of this one will have all the momentum they can handle.

MATT STEEL:
Are you kidding? The Lynx is going to destroy that kid to nothingness! I hate to be Carter right now.



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.

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

Pyrotechnics go off as he brings his arms up, striking his chest twice. Afterwards, 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 to strike his chest two times then spreading his arm wide with peace signs in both hands like a cross. 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 looks at The Lynx.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Introducing the opponent from Chicago, Illinois. He is Aaaaaaaustin Caaaaaarteeeeeeeer!

MARK SANCTION:
And the happy go lucky kid Austin Carter has arrived! Tonight is a real test for The Windy City Daredevil to see if he can defeat him in a one one capacity. If you remember, he eliminated Lynx in a triple threat although he failed to win that match as well.

MATT STEEL:
Well even more reason to be afraid of The Lynx. He’s going to rip his head off for sure!

Austin hops down and the bell rings to begin the match!

The terrifying Lynx broods over in his corner staring at Carter with his cold dead eyes and unnerves The Windy City Daredevil. Austin knows he needs to be wary and not be headstrong against such a massive opponent. Both man and monster are at a stand still, the crowd getting restless waiting for something to happen. Carter gives an ‘ah fuck it’ attitude and charges at The Lynx showing all how much of a daredevil he is. He Dropkicks The Lynx into the corner, getting up and smacking several low to mid level kicks to the shins and thighs of his massive enemy. The Architect of Destruction keeps taking it until moments later he decides to simply shove Austin, which makes Carter fall on his back and roll to his feet with his eyes showing all the surprise out there. Carter musters the courage to charge again and gets a Big Boot to the face because of it! The Nightmare Incarnate grapples his smaller opponent, putting him into a Double Underhook position and knees away at his face. After his starting attack, The Lynx falls back and slams Carter down hard with the Butterfly Suplex! The Underworld’s Greatest Gift seats his opponent up, placing Austin into a Headlock as he sits on a single knee. Carter struggles and struggles, using his legs to push himself up and attempts to get out of the hold. Lynx switches the hold into a Half Nelson and lifts Austin into the sky, slinging Austin over and slamming down hard with another version of a Suplex!


MARK SANCTION:
Half Nelson Suplex by The Lynx! The Architect of Destruction is using his skills in combination with his power to put Carter down, an interesting way on attacking that is different from what he usually does.

MATT STEEL:
You mean like slaughter the opponent until they can’t move? Yeah. Cooooompletely different!

The Lynx gets to his feet, grabbing Austin by the neck and lifting him up with a single hand showing off his monstrous strength. Carter smacks The Nightmare Incarnate’s hand away and returns to kicking at the tree trunk legs of his monstrous opponent. The Lynx begins to get wobbly and Austin knows this. Carter once again uses a Dropkick, this time at the left knee to get the mammoth down to a kneeling position. Austin rises up and places The Lynx in a Front Facelock and reclines, DDT’ing The Lynx’s masked face directly into the mat! The crowd cheers and Austin feels very proud of himself, on his knees showing a peace sign showing love to all his fans. The Lynx sits up and looks directly into the face of The Windy City Daredevil! Austin’s face turns pale and The Underworld’s Greatest Gift grabs Austin by the neck once again. Slowly standing up The Lynx lifts Carter into the air and Chokeslams Carter into dust! The Lynx covers: One! Tw...no good! The Nightmare Incarnate grabs a handfull of hair and positions his head between his huge thighs. He lifts Carter up onto his shoulders about to Powerbomb, but when he throws down Carter wraps his legs tight enough and uses the momentum of the throw to Hurricanrana Lynx down on his back!

MARK SANCTION:
How smart is Austin!? Bet you weren’t expecting such thinking on the part of Austin, were you Matt?

MATT STEEL:
I admit it when I’m wrong...and I’m still not wrong! The Lynx is going to pound him into next Tuesday, you’ll see!

Carter speedily gets to his feet and backflips, landing directly on top on The Lynx: Chicago Air Standing Moonsault! He looks to press down for the pin, but he doesn’t get the chance as The Nightmare Incarnate shoves Austin into the air and over to the side landing right on his stomach! The lights go out in the whole arena for just a couple seconds and flash back on with The Lynx no longer in the area he was located. Austin looks left and right, but the crowd keep pointing at one direction trying to tell him where he is. Austin turns around too late, The Lynx is flying from the top corner turnbuckle and hits a killer Tomahawk Chop right into The Windy City Daredevil’s forehead!

MATT STEEL:
What the hell? Supernatural powers are at work yet again!

MARK SANCTION:
I might actually be with you right there. A big guy like that going unnoticed to the turnbuckle in a matter of seconds is pretty crazy! Then again, so is magical beings so I’m at a loss!

The Lynx tugs at the bottom of his mask to make sure it’s on tight and begins to stomp at the legs of his opponent. He continues to dig his massive soles into Carter’s knees to slow him down and Austin reacts to the attack, yelling in pain from each attack. The Underworld’s Greatest Gift stops, grabbing the left left and seats himself to wrap his own legs around it. He cinches in a Leg Lock and begins to twist and pull, Carter screaming out and dramatically flittering around not knowing what to do. The Nightmare Incarnate lets out a guttural yell, his way of telling Austin to just tap out and give in. That isn’t Carter’s style and The Windy City Daredevil uses his elbows to inch over to the ropes. Stretching his arm out as far he he can, the tips of his fingers manage to clasp onto the bottom rope to break the hold! The referee informs The Lynx must let go, but the monster is far from letting such prey escape his clutches. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! The Lynx let’s go so the five count doesn’t come shouted out, saving himself from being disqualified from their match. The Lynx lifts Austin to his feet, whipping him into the corner turnbuckle. Backing up he then runs forward looking for a Shoulder Thrust, but Carter move out of the way in time to send him into the steel post! Austin runs his arm underneath Lynx’s leg, using his whole body to push forward and bring him down into a School Boy pin.

ONE!

TWO!


MATT STEEL:
The Lynx kicks out! Austin better watch his ass because he doesn’t want to piss off The Lynx more than he already has!

MARK SANCTION:
By that logic he should just lie down and let himself get pinned.

MATT STEEL:
That would be smart of him!

The Lynx rises up to his knees pissed off, but is Superkicked *Welcome to Chicago, Motherfucker* right in the mask to send him onto his back! Carter exits out onto the apron and climbs the corner turnbuckle, believing he can put The Lynx away for good with one great move. The Nightmare Incarnate lies down not moving, allowing The Windy City Daredevil to believe he can pull it off. Austin crosses his chest and jumps off, rolling out his world famous Chicago Star Press and hits nothing but the mat! The Lynx moves away right before it and Austin lies there writhing, regretting his attempt to put the monster away at that time. The Underworld’s Greatest Gift wraps his huge arms around Austin’s waist, lifting him up like a raggedy anne doll and squashes Carter into the mat with an explosive Gutwrench Powerbomb!

MARK SANCTION:
Tragedy strikes for Austin. He went for the Chicago Star Press, the very same move that eliminated The Lynx in their last encounter. This time he didn’t fare too well with it.

MATT STEEL:
I’ll say! Carter decided to piss into the wind and was surprised it flew back in his face! He should have known better!

He really should have known better, but the exhilaration and the competition got his head not on straight enough to keep him on the narrow path. Now The Lynx is ready to play with his latest victim, connecting several Leg Drops across the neck of his opponent. The Nightmare Incarnate yanks The Windy City Daredevil to his feet and positions him into Front Facelock and hooks the leg, winding back and capping everything off with a Fisherman’s Suplex and bridging it for a surprising pin! One! TWO! Kickout! Austin’s resilience won’t allow him to be taking an L in that loss column and The Lynx is not liking this fact. Again he yanks Austin up and has him bending forward, smacking hard Axe Handles across Austin’s back. The Lynx Irish whips his opponent across the ring and upon returning goes for a Clothesline that Carter ducks. The monster from the Trenches rotates to look at Carter, whom returns to kicking form to chop the big guy down to size. He manages to get Lynx kneeling again and Carter once more attempts a leg attack, however The Lynx slaps it away and grabs him by the neck once more! Austin jumps up and Dropsaults The Lynx onto his back, allowing him to get up as fast as he can. Carter knows that The Lynx is going to attempt some psychological horror into his head by sitting up, so he sets himself up and runs forward upon seeing it to land a Step Up Enzuigiri across the skull!

MARK SANCTION:
G’nite, Irene! The whole continent heard that hit!

MATT STEEL:
Did you really have to say something like that? Don’t embarrass yourself mate!

The Lynx digs into his pocket and takes out what looks to be a white pellet. He tosses it into the mat and a deep fog enshrouds the whole ring. The commentary team and all the fans look just as confused as Austin, who looks to see where The Lynx disappeared to now. He kicks away into the fog, hoping to find some kind of connection to a body part. Carter begins to feel the nerves hit and just as the fog starts to clear, a pair of hands come from underneath and drags him right out of the ring! He is lifted up and Spinebustered *Eternal Rest* down into the outside floor and the fans boo not liking that the fan favorite got taken down by the monster. Once the referee can see again, he looks and sees both men outside of the ring where Austin is getting shoved against the barricade. One! Two! Three! The Lynx lifts his boot and misses, hitting the top of the barricade having it shift a tad. Carter slides back into the ring, knowing his best bet is staying on the safe side and fighting later because a slugfest in anyway would not bode well for him. The Lynx climbs the apron and walks over the top rope and Austin swoops in, jumping as high as he possibly can, raising a single leg, crashing his knee into the masked face of his opponent!

MARK SANCTION:
Cardiac Unrest! The Lynx may be finished!

MATT STEEL:
Some crazy mystical stuff going on but Austin might be the real magician tonight if he can divine a win tonight!

Carter is more than happy that he connected his finishing move, but The Lynx smartly wraps his arms around the bottom rope much to the chagrin of The Windy City Daredevil. He definitely would like to drag The Lynx away, but three hundred fifty pounds wrapped around a bottom rope just isn’t happening. The crowd boos not liking the fact that The Lynx is using this sound strategy to not get pinned. Austin backs away taking a quick breath as The Nightmare Incarnate uses the ropes to pull himself up and keep an arm wrapped under one so he doesn’t get attacked. Finally letting go, Austin charges in with a Cross Body attack and gets caught, soon getting slung onto his shoulder and Powerslammed into the mat! Austin aches and The Lynx looks for another Leg Drop, but Carter rolls out of the way. Carter begins to get desperate. He needs to down his opponent right away else he’ll end up as The Lynx’s next meal. Carter exits to the apron and jumps onto the top rope, spring boards off into a Senton and gets caught once again. This time it might be fatal, The Architect of Destruction spins out three hundred sixty degrees and Piledrives Carter harder than he has hit anyone! *The Doomsday Scenario* is complete and The Lynx covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


The bell rings to end the match!

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here is your winner: THE LYYYYYYYYYYYYNX!

MARK SANCTION:
Tough luck for Austin. The Lynx didn’t dominate but he did get the win over a very credible star tonight.

MATT STEEL:
The Lynx is a huge monster. I’m surprised Austin put up a fight, but in the end you either get beaten by the monster or mauled by one. The Lynx adds a good win to his record tonight.

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The lights cut off in the arena, leaving nothing but cell phone flashes and overall confusion in the area. The titantron cuts on revealing a message in giant letters that reads “I am chosen”. The image fades and we are greeted with an unfamiliar face in the XWA wrestling scene, the face of current RWK superstar and independent stud Michael Kelly and his fiance Adeline La Roux. The two appear to be what looks like the backstage area of the arena. This close-up sees Adeline draping her arms over Michael, placing her head on his chest whilst closing her eyes. Michael dons a smile out of sheer happiness towards the love of his life. This smile quickly turns to a cocky grin as he faces his attention to the camera.

MICHAEL KELLY:
I could just do this whole vignette thing..... But I'd rather talk to you guys directly.

Adeline lets go of Michael, as they quickly lock hands and rush to gorilla, closing the curtains behind them. The video fades almost instantly as the titantron goes back to black.



As the bass drops, Michael bursts through the curtains. He begins to loosen up his tie on the ramp, as he looks up towards the ceiling, pointing his index fingers up in the air, and bringing his arms down signaling his gun taunt towards the crowd. The smirk on Michael's face tells a tale of oozing confidence, as he turns around with his back facing the crowd. His longtime friend and fiance Adeline La Roux walks through the curtain with a giant grin on her face. She walks over to Michael and drapes her arms around his neck. The two then lock hands and head around the ring to the bell keeper. He grabs a microphone from the bell keep, climbing up the stairs and holding down the rope for La Roux to enter first. La Roux and Kelly enter the ring and Kelly addresses the crowd.

MICHAEL KELLY:
Yes yes, it's true.. I've finally come to save you people from the savagery and the blood. I've come to save you from the classless and the talent-less. Most importantly, I've come to save you people.... From yourselves. You see, you guys n' gals don't know what you want. You may think you want gore, and extreme. Hell ya' probably do want it, but at when we get down to the nitty gritty it's not about what you people want. It's about what you people need, and what you need is someone to teach you the ways of sophistication. What you need is a person to be a role model in you and your children's lives. What you need is a beacon of light, a man to drag you out of your sweaty, stinky, pit-stains you'd like to call lives and enlighten you on to better and easier way of living.

That's where I come in. You see, I was brought in and given this generous contract to bring this company on to brighter pastures. So starting now, I'm beginning a new era. A new way of doing things. A way of doing things in a less barbaric fashion. A more technical, wrestling-oriented way of life is what I'm promoting here guys. And if you don't like what I'm selling then I suggest you take your soft drinks, you take your popcorn that you've been stuffing your face with, and you get the hell out of my presence. I don't need you here, but what I do need right now is the attention of everyone in that locker room. As regards to whomever my first opponent may be, it is fate that you will fall in the outcome of our match. No matter the opponent, the end result will be the same: The chosen one reigning supreme over his opponent. The reason for that is because my true destiny is for my name to be said amongst the legends of this business. Your destiny? It will be halted when met with my Desti-Knee.

This is my time, this is my era, and I do things my way. The right way. Ta Ta and goodnight.

Michael throws the mic in the air and as his theme hits, he holds the ropes down for Adeline to exit the ring. The couple walk up the ramp and exit through the curtains.

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Diamond Jack Sabbath vs. Smith Jones

As we enter the final hour of XWA: If You Want Blood, the fans are absolutely bustling with excitement as we close in on the final two matches of the show. Some matches tonight have been on the horizon for a month, some for several months, but this next match? Two whole years. The bell rings to signal the attention of Melbourne Cricket Grounds as Hana Ramierez stands by.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
The following contest will be a TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS match!

And cue huge cheers from the fans.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
The first fall will be a White Leather Strap Match! When the second fall begins, Falls Count Anywhere! Then, if the match goes to a third and final fall, the stipulation will change once again, and this time...it will be Last Man Standing!

MARK SANCTION:
Here we go, folks. Strap yourselves in, it's time to wage war!

MATT STEEL:
Every single one of those stipulations has the potential to be violent and I absolutely love it!

The lights go out, and the fans cheer- anticipation running through their bodies. Suddenly...



White lights flicker in time with the drums of "No More Heroes" by The Stranglers, and images of Diamond Jack Sabbath performing various moves he's famous for display themselves on the Titantron, to impassioned booing from those who detest him. As the song kicks in, the Innovator of Anarchy himself makes his way through the curtain. He paces up and down the stage, surveying his audience for tonight with his hands thrown out, majestically, then begins to make his way down the ramp with a very self-assured and confident walk.


HANA RAMIEREZ:
Introducing first, making his way to the ring- from Salford, Manchester, weighing 240Ibs, representing The Survivors...he is the Beating Heart of the XWA...DIAMOND JACK SABBATH!

MARK SANCTION:
For the first time since Legends in November, Diamond Jack Sabbath is competing inside an XWA ring. After being suspended back in January for assaulting Amy Taylor on live television, it's an absolute miracle for him that he's even able to be here.

MATT STEEL:
Yeah but Smith Jones came back because he wanted Sabbath in the middle of that ring. Of all the people campaigning for Jack's suspension to be lifted, none were more vocal than Jones and by God he got it. Look at the Innovator of Anarchy- he looks like he hasn't missed a step.

Yet more booing ensues as the Crown Jewel's presence is announced. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He finds and jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle peering out into the live crowd for a good few seconds, breathing in that pre-match excitement in the air. Looking out into the crowd, he points right into the middle of that ring waggling his finger, telling us at the top of his voice that it belongs to him, that it's his, that no one else could even think to rule it the way he does. While up there, he takes off his spiked, black leather jacket and throws it down to the outside. Hopping down off the turnbuckle, Jack cracks his neck into place and prepares himself for the match both mentally and physically, shaking his arms and legs out to loosen them. He's ready to go to war tonight.

MARK SANCTION:
Well if you've been following Sabbath, you'll know he hasn't been out of practice, becoming very familiar with Melbourne over the last few months.

MATT STEEL:
But that's elsewhere. This is XWA. This is Diamond Jack Sabbath's world, as far as he's concerned. He built it, and with the Survivors he feels he is trying to preserve it from people like Smith Jones.

The Strangers' anthem plays out, as Sabbath puts in his mouthguard. He as he paces back and forwards in his corner, the chanting begins.

"SMITTY! SMITTY! SMITTY! SMITTY!"

MARK SANCTION:
The Australian XWA faithful eagerly awaiting the arrival of Sabbath's opponent here...



That 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.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds, there is only one SMITH JONES!!!

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:
In spite of the vicious attack last month at the hands of the Survivors, Smith Jones' return has been, quite honestly, an absolute smashing success.

MATT STEEL:
But imagine if he can keep that going and defeat Diamond Jack Sabbath tonight. The end of Smith's last run ended with Jack and the old Sabbath Regime screwing him over in a Last Man Standing match. Now, tonight, he has the chance to get his revenge and ascend to that Supreme XWA Championship picture.

MARK SANCTION:
And I have no doubt in my mind that he's gonna bring it.

The music ends, and we are left with nothing but the cheers and anticipation of nearly a hundred-thousand fans. On one side of the ring, Smith stands ready, having just entered the ring. On the other stands Sabbath. He cracks his neck, a smirk on his face as he looks Smith dead in the eye. There is absolutely no turning back for either man now, and they both know it. They know it even more as the lights begin to go down, only the flashing of a few spotlights around a lowering steel cage, approaching slowly like the passage of time. Referee Jack Tickles stands by, holding the white strap that both men will have to keep on for this first fall. As it gets lower and lower, the match hasn't even begun and the fans are chanting[/color] "This is Awesome."

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen watching at home, I wish I could describe the atmosphere in the Cricket Grounds right now but even as a play-by-play announcer with over a decade of experience, I feel no words I can say will do it justice.

MATT STEEL:
Damn right. No two ways about it, this is one of the most hotly-anticipated rematches in XWA history, one that some thought we would never, ever see, and it all starts in that Steel Cage.

As the cage gets lower and lower, Sabbath cannot contain himself. He is pacing around in his corner, back and forth, beckoning the cage down. It seems he literally cannot keep still. Smith stands patient. Unmoving. While he stands there, Tickles approaches with his end of the white strap. Smith holds his wrist out, as the senior referee fastens him in.

MARK SANCTION:
Have you ever seen Sabbath so fired up?

MATT STEEL:
This one is interesting for him and it's interesting for Smith, too. Last time these guys faced, DJS hadn't wrestled a match on a huge scale for well over a year and it showed. This time, he's just come out of what some consider as the best year of his XWA career as far as in-ring work goes. Diamond Jack Sabbath is in the absolute best shape of his career and that's what Smith will have to deal with tonight.

MARK SANCTION:
Yes but Smith Jones didn't sit on his ass for two years while Jack did all that. He travelled the world. He won titles where ever he went. He was incredible last time he was here but as we've seen in the last two months, he's honed his craft even more, all to get to this moment. Ladies and gentlemen, if you wanna talk about rivalries, if you wanna talk about people improving in spite of one another, it doesn't get any bigger than this. We are in for a classic.

Tickles now walks over to Sabbath, who finally stands still and holds his hand out. As that cage reaches its destination and staff check it over, Tickles applies the strap to Sabbath's wrist. The Innovator of Anarchy begins to lasso it around his wrist and hold it. With Smith and Jack now joined together, that's when the pissing contest begins. As soon as Tickles has checked it over and made sure Jack's all locked in, the member of the Survivors uses the grip he has on the strap and pulls forward, pulling Smith a few steps out of the corner, to much negativity from the crowd. Jack raises an arm up in the air, triumphantly. That is until he is pulled a few steps forward himself by a retaliating Smith Jones, which prompts a cheer from Melbourne. Annoyed, Sabbath storms forwards, yelling as many expletives as he can fit into five seconds of shouting as Smith also walks into the middle of the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no. Oh noo...

MATT STEEL:
The battle of the egos has begun already! This could blow up pretty quick!

The roof nearly jumps off the Cricket Grounds until Tickles- not wanting to start the match yet until the cage has been checked- rushes between the two men and separates them, sending them both to their corners. The fans aren't pleased, they boo their little hearts out, but Tickles has a job to do. Jack walks back to his corner and he nearly reaches it before he spins right back around on his heel as he sees Tickles trail off. The Survivors member thunders across the ring towards Smith. The Winter Warrior hears the vibrations of the mat get closer and closer and turns around to see Sabbath running at him. The pair of them grab the back of each other's heads and begin to immediately clobber one another with right hands as Tickles rushes forward, trying to pull them apart but the fans can't get enough of it!

MATT STEEL:
And it's ON!

MARK SANCTION:
The bell hasn't even rung yet!

MATT STEEL:
What use is a bell when you got two guys who hate each other THIS much?!

Tickles looks out as the people preparing the cage finish up quickly. On the outside the door to the cage is shut tight and Tickles, looking to the two men punching ten different types of crap out of each other, signals for the bell.

DING DING!

As the bell rings, Sabbath breaks off and reaches down for Smith's thighs, pulling him up and ramming him into the turnbuckle. He grabs the middle rope at either side of Smith, essentially trapping him in the corner and begins to ram his shoulder into Smith's mid-section. He does it once, he does it twice, he does it three times. A fourth time is enough for Jack to grab the back of Smith's head and drag him back out of the corner. Jack leads Smith along, but the latter is not one to be lead. Smith now grabs the back of Sabbath's head, and pulls him into the corner now. Jack's back-first up against the corner when suddenly he feels a sharp, piercing pain on his chest, as he's smacked with three knife-edge chops in quick succession. Finally, after delaying for a few seconds and pulling back for optimum effect, he smacks DJS with a huge fourth chop. The Crown Jewel's chest feels as though it's burning, as he walks forwards, and dropping to one knee, holding the top rope in one hand and his chest in the other.

MARK SANCTION:
We are back and forth so far in this match as Smith Jones and Diamond Jack Sabbath go full force in the first fall here.

MATT STEEL:
The vile and venom in every single shot these guys just took at each other is absolutely remarkable. I'm shocked they even made it to this match without tearing each other apart beforehand.

b]Using the strap to once again, he grabs a huge chuck of it and pulls him directly into his grasp. Once he's got him, he wraps his arms around his midsection as the Innovator of Anarchy faces him and throws him overhead with a huge belly-to-belly suplex. But is he done? Oh no. Jack, absolutely feeling like something has just punched him right in the pit of his stomach, pulls himself back up again, but once again finds himself being pulled across by Smith Jones, only this time the Winter Warrior is holding from behind, but still has his arms around his mid-section. Once again, Jack finds himself travelling backwards through the air, landing directly on the mat back-first. [/b]

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones is absolutely going to town on Diamond Jack Sabbath here, and you have to imagine how good this must finally feel for him.

MATT STEEL:
How long, Mark? How long do you think Jones has thought about finally putting Sabbath through this much pain?

Smith Jones pulls Diamond Jack Sabbath back up once again, because he is still not done. Grabbing the strap and tying it around his wrist for a better grip, he holds on with his other hand and, like he's got a wild horse on a leadrope, he drags Jack forwards and then spins, throwing the Innovator of Anarchy face-first into a wall of the cage with an almighty smack that echoes throughout the arena. Jack falls back, holding his face in absolute agony, but he doesn't get much chance to really address the pain as he is pulled once again and thrown head-first into another wall of the cage in the exact same way! Sabbath drops to the mat, holding his face in agony as Smith stops to acknowledge the cheering Melbourne fans.

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones completely dominating Diamond Jack Sabbath here!

MATT STEEL:
He's putting the strap-match-within-a-cage-match stipulation to excellent use, it has to be said. But then it is a match that he invented!

After a few seconds' delay, he holds Jack's head and guides him back to his feet once more. Holding his forearm now, he tosses him across the ring and into the ropes. Jack is hurting and annoyed, which is a terrible combination that will almost certainly lead to something bad. Jack comes running back from that rope and Smith's foot is already in the air, currently level with Jack's own face. The Innovator has to think incredibly fast in order to avoid colliding face-first with boot. As he gets within two inches of the foot, the drops down in a mix of reflex and panic, sliding under Smith's foot and right behind him. Jones drops his leg, not really getting a lot of time to react. As he does, thats when Jack realises the power he has over this situation now. That strap is coming to him and is in-between Smith's legs right now. Jack currently has a clump of it in his hand. The entire thing plays out in a matter of seconds, as Smith feels his entire arm pulled backwards through the middle of his legs. Smith has one arm up in the air, which Jack hooks under his own arm as he comes in closer and in one sudden motion, he pulls Smith down with him as he very abruptly drops onto his knee and brings Smith's back down onto his knee very sharply. Spinning the strap back out, Sabbath stands and smiles, putting his hands out and welcoming in the (not very) warm reception from the fans.

MARK SANCTION:
God. Look at him. Gloating.

MATT STEEL:
He's very pleased. And so he should be- I would be too! Expert reversal from Diamond Jack Sabbath, who takes control of this match back with an iron fist.

MARK SANCTION:
We could very well have just seen the turning point of this first fall with that backbreaker variant, there.

Sabbath finishes his self-indulgent pandering to the sheer lack of fans he has, as he drags Smith back up to his feet. The Winter Warrior's back is in absolute agony, not that Sabbath is in any way deterred by this, and nor is he. He has to keep going, but it's difficult to do so right now, especially when Sabbath is pulling to forwards using the strap. Jack pulls him very forcefully and very angrily, sticking his foot out towards Smith's gut as he comes running in. Smith drops backwards, feeling the pain on both sides now. He doesn't drop fully onto the floor, not while he's in Sabbath's grip, he just kind of ends up squatting in place with his arm extended. The Innovator of Anarchy pulls him back up again in exactly the same way and this time he lets his shin do the talking as Smith's chest comes into direct contact with Jack's kickpad. And hard.

MARK SANCTION:
And Sabbath with those stiff kicks now.

MATT STEEL:
Look at the way Jack is working away at Smith's mid-section here. First he gets him with a backbreaker and now he's chipping away at the front. He's making life super difficult for Smith here.

Smith pulls himself to his feet and feels Jack's hand behind his head once again. With Jack's other arm, the Innovator of Anarchy smashes into Smith with a very hard European Uppercut, knocking Smith back a few steps and being so big that even the fans feel like they've been hit in the face. A second attempt falls on deaf ears though, Sabbath lunges forward but Smith weaves his head out of the way and hits back with a hard forearm. Jack retaliates with another european uppercut and before Smith can fire back with anything else, Sabbath throws him into the rope right behind him. He turns, allowing Smith to bounce off the rope and come back to him. While Sabbath swings for a lariat, Smith decides to play the Beating Heart at his own game and ducks under, instead running across to the rope right in front. When Sabbath turns, he is met with a huge roaring elbow, chopping him down to the ground like the biggest tree in the forrest.

MARK SANCTION:
Roaring elbow from Smith Jones now!

MATT STEEL:
This match has been back and forth so far, and I love it for that very reason!

MARK SANCTION:
And Smith now, looking to score the first fall in this two out of three falls match!

Smith drops to the mat to make the first cover and Tickles drops to his knees to make that count-

ONE!

TWO!!

TH--
Sabbath lifts a shoulder.

Smith rolls his eyes, pulling Jack up by the back of his head again. Both men reach their feet with varying degrees of damage. While he has Sabbath at his command, he looks around. There is a door over there that he could easily use if he wanted to escape the cage but he could climb over. The problem with that is the exact reason Jack hasn't tried it either- the other guy could easily pull you back down and make your fall just that bit worse and go for a pin. And then you could probably squeeze in another pin after that if it was bad enough. Totally terrible idea. Both of them know it, neither is gonna do it. Smith instead elects to pull Sabbath in and wrap his arms around his mid-section. As he begins to drag himself over to the wall of the cage, his back facing the steel, it becomes very apparent what he's about to try and do.

MARK SANCTION:
Uh oh.

MATT STEEL:
Smith Jones about to Take It Home here, and what a great time to do it in a cage!

But Sabbath's not out of this. He's taken as much of a beating as Smith here and he knows how the Winter Warrior works. Putting his hand in the little gap between his midsection and Smith's own grip, he begins to dig away at Smith's fingers. Jones tries to keep his grip, but Sabbath begins to ball his hand up into a fist and use that to break the hold, his knuckles scraping against Smith's hands. Eventually the grip is broken when Sabbath moves his wrist down through Smith's hands and moves his entire forearm upwards. He then captures Smith's wrist and throws him right behind him into the opposite rope. Smith comes running back. Sabbath's ready for him. The Innovator of Anarchy catches his leg with one arm and his side with the other, picking him up and spinning him a hundred and eighty degrees until he drops him back-first onto the mat with an almighty bang. He stands back up, a little rocked but not enough that he can't hold his arms out to the booing fans.

MARK SANCTION:
Sabbath turns it around!

MATT STEEL:
That looked like a variation of Dan Bennett's "Wonder No More" finishing move. Still calling out one of the two people to ever beat Jack at Legends, even when he's not here.

MARK SANCTION:
But will it be enough? Will that spinebuster be enough to set Jack on the path of winning this fall?

Jack turns, looking over his shoulder, as he slides down onto the mat, pulling Smith further towards him like a spider with a fly, as he hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!


Smith kicks out at two. Sabbath looks to Tickles to confirm. The referee nods. It was most certainly not a three. The Diamond King slowly reaches his feet, still slightly perturbed after all these years that Dan Bennett could pull that move off to great results while he's never been able to. Not to worry, though. He has another ace up his sleeve that always works. But if only there were a way to make everyone aware of Smith is about to face. Oh, wait...there is! Sabbath turns, and like times gone by he begins to stamp both feet at the same time on the mat, a few seconds apart.

MATT STEEL:
Wait, no. It's too early for this, surely?

MARK SANCTION:
Sabbath seems to be signalling for the Crown Kick, we've seen this many times before, but will it count? Will Sabbath be able to hit it?

Smith begins to stand, but he's not an idiot. He's studied Jack. He knows the sound when Sabbath is about to go for a Crown Kick with overwhelming fanfare. His ego is his downfall. Smith turns around, knowing full well what's about to happen to him and as Sabbath brings the leg to the side of Smith's head, the former Lord of the Ring catches it as it reaches his shoulder and keeps it up there. Jack's on one leg! Smith wraps his arms around Sabbath's mid-section, and in a fluid movement, he throws him over-head and crushing him into the mat as the fans go nuts!

MARK SANCTION:
An expert reversal from Smith Jones now! Reversing the Crown Kick into a brilliant capture suplex there!

MATT STEEL:
Oh, he knew exactly what was coming and he had Sabbath's number immediately.

MARK SANCTION:
And to be honest, Sabbath made it pretty obvious where it was going, too.

MATT STEEL:
He clearly wanted all of us to know, too. That's the problem.

Sabbath holds his back in agony as he rolls over onto his front, trying to catch his breath during this little break in action. As he crawls along the mat, Smith looks behind him. The turnbuckle is nice and near to him and he's got Sabbath crawling along the ground. The moment is perfect. Sabbath reaches his knees before he falls right back down onto his front, holding his mid-section and beginning to breathe quite heavily.

MARK SANCTION:
We are still in the first fall and it looks like this has taken a lot out of Sabbath already.

MATT STEEL:
Well yeah, he's been suplexed, he's been thrown, he's been outsmarted and outwrestled. I mean I recognise the talent he has, it's hard to argue that, but Smith Jones has controlled the narrative here. Everything he's tried, Smith has had an answer for. I wouldn't be surprised if he's been watching Sabbath matches in preparation.

Smith travels backwards, taking huge strides until his back hits the turnbuckle. Not taking his eyes off Sabbath for a minute, Smith steps up to the second rope. Sabbath doesn't move. He tries, but he can't. He truly, truly can't.

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones possibly going for Gravitas here. We've seen this out of him before.

MATT STEEL:
Yeah but look at Jack. He's going nowhere.

MARK SANCTION:
He does seem to be hurt pretty badly. I think possibly he may have landed on his neck or the back of his head or something during that capture suplex.

MATT STEEL:
And he landed on his head during his match with DGX at last year's Legends, too. Could be that.

Sabbath stays totally still as Tickles rushes down, noticing something is off about this. He drops onto his knees, trying to communicate with an unmoving Jack. Smith hops down off the second rope, but as he approaches Jack, Tickles holds his hand out, telling him to stay back. There is murmur and slight bemusement amongst the XWA faithful.

MARK SANCTION:
Something is wrong here, folks.

MATT STEEL:
We knew what we were getting here. Anything can happen in a two-out-of-three falls match.

Smith is left no choice but to stand, and watch as Sabbath is checked over by Tickles. He asks a series of questions and Jack cannot answer, instead electing to nod or shake his head. Tickles turns to a man outside and demands that someone come in here. It seems Jack has told him something about his condition that concerns Tickles. He may have got all of the suplex and THEN some. He may not be able to go on.

The lying bastard.

As soon as Tickles and Smith have turned their back to him, watching a small, plump fellow in a white shirt run around the ring, he realises something that no one else seems to have kept in mind - the strap is STILL attached. The fans scream as Sabbath, having used this entire time to recover from the suplex, kips up like an acrobat and pulls an unsuspecting Smith across to him with the strap where --WHAM!!-- he clocks Smith in the side of the head with a ferocious, fury-filled Crown Kick!


MARK SANCTION:
CROWN KICK!

MATT STEEL:
Holy shit, give the man an Oscar. That had even ME going!

MARK SANCTION:
Give him a kick up the ass, more like! What the hell was that??

Smith drops to the ground and Sabbath uses this moment to stamp violently and bitterly on Jones' head with the bottom of his foot. Over and over again, a livid snarl on his face as he does something he has envisioned for so long. Like he's seen a bug on Smith's forehead and he wants to squish it, and squish it good, he keeps on stamping down.

MARK SANCTION:
Jack with a cheap attack, now. What a slimy, cowardly, no-good creep...

MATT STEEL:
No honor amongst theives, and as far as Jack's concerned, Smith Jones has stolen the spotlight here in XWA.

Tickles calls off the paramedic, appalled as Sabbath now drops down onto his front and hooks the leg while Sabbath smiles, hearing the boos come rolling on in. Tickles has no choice. The match is still going.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!


MARK SANCTION:
NO!

The boos are deafening as Sabbath stands up, holding his arms out and smiling. Hana Ramierez, as full of distain as she is right now, raises a mic to her mouth.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Winner of the first fall...DIAMOND JACK SABBATH!

MARK SANCTION:
WHAT? When did he do that? He completely cheap-shotted him and now he walks away with the first fall in his pocket!

MATT STEEL:
That's the law of the jungle- do what you can to get that W.

MARK SANCTION:
But he played everyone!

MATT STEEL:
Man, it's Diamond Jack Sabbath. What did you expect? This guy hasn't played fair in a long time.
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Re: XWA: If You Want Blood - 29/4/2017

Postby DJS » Fri May 05, 2017 10:54 pm

Jack turns to Tickles, holding his wrist in front of him and screaming, no, demanding he release him from the strap, and he do it right now. Tickles, with the little key, scrambles and nearly drops the thing until he finally locks it in and turns, releasing Jack from his prison. Smith wipes his mouth, scanning for blood, as he sits up in the corner and Tickles unhooks him. He smelled a rat. He should've listened to instinct. He won't let that rat keeping running. He can't. But then, ominiously, they both hear it. As they take a pause in the action, the cage that has kept them both trapped so far in this match begins to lift back into the sky, ascending from whence it came. As it goes up, Sabbath cannot contain himself and storms toward Smith. The Winter Warrior is immediately ready for him, and it's almost a mirror of the beginning of the match as the two of them trade vicious, hateful right hands with one another in the corner.

MARK SANCTION:
Sabbath and Jones trading blows again as we start our second fall, which will be Falls Count Anywhere!

As Jack hits another right hand, Smith blocks as quickly as he can with his own right hand and circles, placing Sabbath's arms under his own, in what's basically a boxer's illegal tie-up. Jack tries to wriggle out of it, but to no avail. And even if he tries, Smith makes quick work of him and hits out with a huge headbutt that sounds like a brick being dropped on the floor at full-pelt. He releases the tie-up and lets Jack just fall backwards into the mat. Even Smith feels the pain. But he pushes through it. He can't let Jack get a moment of offense. He just lost the match that HE picked. He can't lose a second time in a row. He has no intention of doing so. Lifting Jack back up to the mat by his ears, he rips him across the ring and throws him back first, into the corner, and he makes sure he's not far behind when he does. Smith Jones works on Diamond Jack Sabbath in the corner, hitting him with forearm after forearm. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Stepping back a few inches, he holds back his arm and, with a charge of sorts, he fires with a roaring elbow. In fact, it's such a roaring elbow, you'd think a lion just came into the arena and roared. He smacks Sabbath upside the ear with the elbow, the power from which causing the Crown Jewel to drop down into the corner.

MARK SANCTION:
And Smith Jones is coming to fight, as we get into this second fall here.

He's not down there for long, though. Smith grabs Sabbath by the forearm and flings him into the ropes opposite himself. Jack is aware of the fact he's running into the rope. He's aware when he comes bouncing off the middle. He can't stop it. He can't even stop it when he comes running back into the middle of the ring, right into the area occupied by Smith and unlike before, he is not quick enough to reverse when Smith whacks him with both feet, the pair of them tumbling to the mat. Sabbath sits on his side, holding his jaw in pain, as Smith pulls himself back up, fists shaking and pacing around the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones is FEELING it!

MATT STEEL:
Well look at it like this- he's not gonna let Sabbath steal a win again. As he shouldn't! The thing this and the possible next fall share in common is how important they are. They're absolutely crucial. If Sabbath wins, it's all over. No Last Man Standing necessary. Smith can't allow that. He HAS to win this if he wants to defeat Jack tonight.

Sabbath shakes the cobwebs, but it's not long before he's being picked up once again by Smith. The Winter Warrior has more sinister ideas for the Crown Jewel, as he once again throws him into the ropes but this time Jack's a bit more weary. Running back towards the ropes, as Smith goes for another, much bigger roaring elbow, Sabbath ducks under and runs into the opposide rope. Smith Jones turns around, and is hit with a running dropkick of Sabbath's own, leaving Melbourne stunned!

MARK SANCTION:
Diamond Jack Sabbath with a dropkick! Not often I say THAT one...

MATT STEEL:
This purely a case of "anything you can do", right here.

MARK SANCTION:
That's been the entire feud! That's the entire point behind why these guys are doing the terrible things they're doing to each other. These are two guys absolutely determined to be seen as The Guy to Beat in XWA.

Sabbath drags himself back up to his feet, feeling the pain rush through his body. He pulls the back of Smith's trunks towards him, wrapping his arms around Smith's mid-section when lifts him overhead and plants him, shoulders-first, on the mat, his tip-toes the only thing to support him.

MARK SANCTION:
Sabbath with a nice bridging German there, looks like he's going for a cover...

Tickles makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!!


And it's not enough as Smith bounces out of the pinning predicament, his entire body dropping to the mat. Sabbath crawls to a nearby rope, using it to pull him back up to his feet very slowly and groggily. Taking a moment for break, he stands and breathes in the air of the Cricket Grounds. The biggest crowd so far this year, and they're cheering Smith over him. Suddenly, he feels the sensation of someone grabbing his wrist, leading him away from the ring and then throwing him full-pelt back at the ropes. But instead of bouncing against the ropes and coming back, as we've come to expect, Smith does something different. Not even two seconds after, he's clotheslined Sabbath over the top rope, the Crown Jewel tumbling to the outside. He's still stood, but he's admittedly quite groggy and not a hundred percent aware of where he is. Smith knows exactly where he is, though. He doesn't take his eyes off him, as he begins to climb up the ropes, facing the outside.

MARK SANCTION:
The action coming to the outside now, and I have no idea what Smith is looking to do here.

MATT STEEL:
Whatever it is, it can't be good! I don't like this!

Smith pulls himself up until he's on the top rope, looking straight down. He has to pick his moment. He has to wait for his spot to reveal it's self. As Sabbath turns, completely unaware of where Smith actually is, Jones knows this is it. Now or never. He can't turn back, especially when you're flying through the air. So he does, he turns and jumps, falling backwards and rotating in the air. His legs go up and then come down as his body collides with Sabbath's. He's completely taken him out. The fans go ballistic.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my God!

MATT STEEL:
VISUAL MUSIC to the OUTSIDE from Smith Jones! Good lord, he's relentless!

Both men lie on the ground, conscious enough to know what just happened and also aching enough to know what just happened. Smith begins to crawl, very slowly towards Sabbath as he puts one arm over him. Tickles runs to the outside. He is required.

MARK SANCTION:
And now Smith attempting to end this! Don't forget, it's falls count anywhere- he can pin him on the outside if he wants!

Tickles drops to the outside and onto his knees as he begins...

ONE!

TWO!!


And Sabbath kicks out before three, desperate. Smith crawls towards the barricade, putting his hand right over it and using it to pull himself up to his feet. Sabbath stays exactly where he is, so very still. He's looking up and those lights are ever so bright. Smith bends down and hooks Sabbath's head under his arm, pulling him up using that and grabbing his trunks for leverage. Standing him up, Smith places his head on the back of Jack's head, walking him along on the outside until he bounces Jack's head off the top of the barricade, the Crown Jewel's head banging against the steel as he stumbles along, stopping only as he trips over the steel-steps. He's on his knees in the corner, holding his head in pain until he looks up. That's when he notices them. That's when everyone notices them. In the front row, obviously having some V.I.P seats of some sort, stands Kelly Fury. She is joined by Craig Anderson. Kelsey Spencer. Gordon Fury. That's when Jack sees red and realises who he's out here in front of.

MATT STEEL:
Jack really doesn't seem to like those guys in the front row.

MARK SANCTION:
For those of you unaware, those are members of Melbourne-based promotion In Your House Wrestling Federation, where Diamond Jack Sabbath has made a considerable mark since the beginning of this year.

MATT STEEL:
So when he's talking about "going off to Melbourne..."

MARK SANCTION:
Uh-huh.

MATT STEEL:
Hey, don't you think that orange-headed girl looks like--

MARK SANCTION:
No, Matt!

MATT STEEL:
I'm just saying, you put them side by side--

MARK SANCTION:
No! Quiet.

As Sabbath sees them, he remembers the absolutely disgusting conspiracy he's been the victim of. They don't think he's good enough down there. They think he's a crackpot who shouldn't be listened to. But they're wrong. They're ALL wrong! To him, they're just like everyone else. To him, they're just like Smith Jones. And he wants to send them packing back to IYH with something to tell Champion Angelica Layne about before he faces her at Dawn of the Immortals. As Smith approaches, he picks Sabbath up and with absolute rage in his eyes, Sabbath breaks the grip, hitting Smith with a hard forearm smash to the side of the head, and then hooks his head under his arm, driving Smith's head right down onto the corner of the steel steps that Jack just fell into! The loud thud sound is heard by everyone nearby, even so much that Kelsey lets out an "oh gosh!" and covers her mouth.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my Goodness!

MATT STEEL:
Did you hear the clang as Smith hit those steps? Good God in heaven!

Sabbath, also having fallen back-first onto the steps, pulls himself up with a defiance to let the pain get to him. He stands, as everyone seems to notice the guys from town, and an audible chant of "In Your House! In Your House!". Jack smiles, as he turns to them and then looks to the XWA logo emblazened on the apron. His response to the "In Your House" chants?

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
YES YOU ARE, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!

After following up with what's, quite honestly, the laugh of a pantomime villain, he now drops down onto his knees and hooks the leg as Tickles makes his appearance to count the cover. Sabbath's big, epic moment is about to come!

ONE!

TWO!


And Smith kicks out!

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones still in this!

Sabbath kneels down, brushing his brow. That was to be his big, glorious moment of triumph, but no such luck. He looks down to Smith, who's head is now busted open from the top of his forehead after colliding with the corner of the steps. Blood pours down Smith's face as Sabbath pulls himself up to his feet and leads Smith with him around the ring towards the announcer's desk. Jack places Smith up against the apron, keeping him there for the time being while he turns to Mark and Matt and smiles.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh darn.

MATT STEEL:
No, Jack. Please. We're just announcers!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh yeah, sure, that'll stop him. He kicked his own damn wife in the head on worldwide television, but he won't hurt us, because "we're just announcers."

Walking with purpose towards the table, he picks up the cover which is emblazened with the XWA logo and throws it to the side. He follows up by getting rid of both monitors, throwing them to the floor. He then taps the table, nodding to his adoring fans that don't exist, with that sick and twisted smile.

MATT STEEL:
We're safe!

MARK SANCTION:
No we're not! Shades of the last time Diamond Jack Sabbath and Smith Jones faced off here! The only difference is Rose isn't here to join us and Jack is very much in control of the situation.

And he looks to demonstrate that exact sentiment, Sabbath grabs the wrist of Smith and pulls him across to the table. He has evil intentions. He's going to make him feel the pain, just like Jones did to him over two years ago in the same position. Except, no he isn't. Smith is seeing red, and it's not just the blood in his eyes. As Sabbath tries to pack Smith onto the table, the former Lord of the Ring blocks the entire thing by just shoving both of his hands onto the table and pushing back. He elbows Sabbath in the ribs and then grabs his head with both hands, ramming him right down onto the top of the table. Sabbath stumbles for a moment and Smith repeats the process, this time perhaps a little harder as he grits his teeth. Letting go as Sabbath comes back up, Smith looks around and notices the monitors that Jack just threw to the side. As Sabbath remains rocked, Smith swipes a monitor and lifts it up. Sabbath turns around and BANG! Smith smacks him over the head with the monitor, knocking him to the ground as whatever was just broadcasting on it fizzles out and leaves the screen.

MARK SANCTION:
Sabbath gets smashed with that monitor!

MATT STEEL:
I'm just glad our table didn't get destroyed this time!

MARK SANCTION:
Hey, it's second fall. There's still time, man.

MATT STEEL:
Don't tell me that!

Sabbath holds his head in agony as Smith throws the monitor to the side. As we close in on Jack, we realise that he is now also busted open. The blood trickles down his face as Smith moves backwards, looking to perhaps his some sort of running dropkick, but Sabbath gets up before he can. He's hurting, his head is burning and he is angry. Sabbath is livid. Smith has moved, his back against the corner of the ring. Like a spoiled child, Jack swings his leg looking for a Crown Kick but that's when Smith ducks under as quickly as he can and Sabbath kicks the steel at full angry power, letting out a huge scream of pain as he limps in place. He can feel that horrible sensation as his eyes begin to water with just how painful it is.

MATT STEEL:
Sweet mother of God! Sabbath just Crown Kicked the ring post thanks to a quick aversion from Smith Jones!

MARK SANCTION:
And it may have done some permenant damage.

MATT STEEL:
Yeah, but they're not exactly gonna rush to his aid after that Academy Award winning performance earlier, are they? If we're being honest here, Sabbath really...shot himself in the foot.

MARK SANCTION:
...Seriously? Oh the smugness in your voice. You're actually proud of that. I can't believe you.

As Sabbath hobbles around, Smith has circled Jack, facing his back as he jumps up onto the apron. Jack has nowhere to go. He can't run away. He can't do very much of anything. Smith backs up, his arm on the top rope as he measures his distance. As Sabbath writhes in the pain, Smith runs gingerly across the apron. Once he's close enough, he pounces off the apron and sticks his knee out, hitting Jack in the back of the head and knocking the Innovator of Anarchy to the ground.

MARK SANCTION:
Gravitas! Smith Jones hits Gravitas from the apron!

Rolling Sabbath over onto his back, Smith hooks the leg and Tickles starts that all important count of --

ONE!

TWO!!

THR--
Noo!

Sabbath manages to kick out, in spite of the pain running through his body. Smith has to make sure with Tickles whether that was, indeed, a two, to which Tickles confirms. The numbers don't lie, and they spell trouble. Frustrated, Smith lifts Sabbath back to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring, following behind. Tickles quickly enters as the action appears to be going back into the squared circle. Smith uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, as Sabbath rolls onto his front and places his knuckles and working foot on the ground, trying to push himself up. Smith does not have the patience to wait for him, as evident from when he walks over to him and picks the member of the Survivors up to his feet by his chin. He keeps his hand on his chin and moves it to the side of his neck, as he uses his other arm to grab Sabbath's leg and pick him up, holding him sideways for a little moment until he throws him overhead and onto his back, flipping like a giant pancake.

MARK SANCTION:
A fallaway slam from Smith Jones, as the match is back firmly in his pocket. We knew how back and forth this would be, but I don't think any of us expected it to be THIS back and forth!

MATT STEEL:
Neither person wants to leave tonight saying "I lost to him". It could be anyone's last match at anytime in this industry. You don't want that on your conscience for the rest of your life if you're as proud as these two guys here.

Smith moves as Sabbath lies, back to the mat. As the crowd begins to chant his name, Smitty leaves the mat in favor of the apron, scaling the turnbuckle with his eyes firmly on Jack. But the Innovator of Anarchy refuses to die. Pulling himself ever so gently to his feet, remembering one of them is quite injured, he slowly begins to stand. When he turns, Smith- who had a Frog Splash in mind, rather athletically jumps over Jack to avoid him possibly moving out of the way.

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones electing not to jump there, smart move as Sabbath gets back into this once again.

Dropping onto his feet like a cat, Smith turns around. That's when it happens!

*SMACK!*

Melbourne is incredulous as Jack uses his good leg to Crown Kick Smith in the head, dropping down to the floor with his other as he loses balance. Smith Jones goes dropping to the floor!

MATT STEEL:
CROWN KICK!

MARK SANCTION:
No! Dammit!

MATT STEEL:
A Crown Kick from out of absolute thin air!

Sabbath rolls over onto his front, putting an arm over Smith. The Winter Warrior is unmoving as Tickles makes the count!

ONE!

MARK SANCTION:
Not this way! Please God not this way!

TWO!

THRE--
Smith Jones kicks out!

MARK SANCTION:
YESSS!!

Sabbath's face is an absolute picture. For the first time in years, someone has actually managed to do it. Someone just kicked out of the Crown Kick. He knows its significance. The fans know its significance. It's absolutely unbelievable to him, and to the screaming, ever-so-loud Australian fans.

MARK SANCTION:
He actually KICKED OUT after taking a Crown Kick! My God! Who can say they've done that?

Sabbath, once again, pulls himself to his feet very slowly, having to do it basically limb-by-limb due to the damage he's taken. Limping to the corner, he uses the rope to guide him into the corner, waiting. He's not taking a single eye off Smith, who now begins to pull himself up from the ground. Jack waits, patiently. Perhaps it's the first time in his life he's ever been this patient. But he wants another go. No one kicks out of the Crown Kick.

No one except Smith Jones. History just become unkinder. Time to rewrite it.

Smith is on his feet finally, when he uses an old Sabbath trick. Jack's in the left corner nearest the announcer's desk. That means Smith is facing the entrance stage. Big. Got lots of lights. Has a long ramp...and a screen displaying all the action. Smith takes a glance. A very subtle glance- more subtle than Jack's ever been able to manage with this- as he notices Jack behind him. He's got a plan. He turns right around, and Jack's pleased as he swings the leg. Smith's fallen into the trap. But Jack's trap is part of Smith's trap here. As Sabbath lifts the leg, Smith ducks under waiting until the force of the kick swings Jack around. When the Diamond King's back is facing Smith's front, he grabs under his arms and throws him backwards, keeping the grip on him and going up onto his tip-toes as Jack hits the floor. He hooks Jack's leg while his shoulders are pinned to the mat.


MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones lands an amazing Dragon suplex, and now he makes another attempt to get a win in this brutal match-up!

MATT STEEL:
It's the only fall he can do it in, he's gonna have to do something that works.

ONE!

TWO!!


THR--

And Sabbath kicks out. Smith deflates like a bouncy castle as he flips onto his front. Sabbath flips onto his front, too, albeit moving slower than Smith. Jack is on his knees, as is Smith. The Innovator of Anarchy and the Winter Warrior begin to trade forearm blows. One big, sluggish one from Sabbath is met with a quick but heavy one from Smith. As they begin to pull themselves up, they are literally using the other person's body for leverage as they stand. Jack grabs the back of Smith's head and hits with a forearm smash.

"BOO!"

Smith wobbles a little...but then hits back with his own.

"YEAH!"

Jack's leg twitches as he shakes the cobwebs. He's about to go...he's about to...but then he doesn't and he hits Smith with another forearm.

"BOO!"

Smith nearly loses his balance. He nearly forgets where he is. But then he hears those fans, cheering him on. He can't let them down. He can't let down the XWA. So here comes another...

"YEAH!"

MARK SANCTION:
They are taking each other apart right now.

MATT STEEL:
I'm gonna cry. I want them to fight forever. I really, really do. THIS is what the XWA is all about, right here!

Sabbath's leg begins to go, his leg twitches and he's dropping. He's nearly dropping. A few more inches and his knee with will be on the ground.

Going...going...

BANG.

Another Crown Kick.

Smith Jones falls to the ground!


MARK SANCTION:
ANOTHER Crown Kick!

MATT STEEL:
Holy SHIT! That's it. He's over. He's done. Call Smitty a cab or an ambulance.

Sabbath drops right down with Smith, as he crawls over. He just wants it to end. He just wants to be done so, so much.

ONE!

TWO!!

THR---


And Smith Jones fucking kicks out. The Cricket Grounds are full of anything but crickets.

MATT STEEL:
You HAVE to be kidding me...

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones is HERE, ladies and gentlemen! Smith Jones is alive and well!

MATT STEEL:
But what's it even gonna take? This is absolute insanity!

Sabbath's actual tears of frustration cannot be seen through the blood. He wants to go home. He wants the entire sorry saga to end, but he wants to be winner. If Smith wins this fall, that doesn't happen. He goes to hell. Jack rises to his feet as quickly as he can manage. And that is to say he rises to his feet, pretty slowly. Smith, resilent and probably not born with the capability of giving up, stands slowly himself. He is sort of having to push himself up limb by limb, much like Jack before. Sabbath holds onto the leaking blood fountain that is his forehead as he waits. Crown Kicks one and two didn't work, but he knows all it's gonna take is one more. Third time is a charm. He has to believe it. He HAS to.

MARK SANCTION:
Jones and Sabbath back up again, and I don't know how much more punishment these two can possibly take.

MATT STEEL:
I actually agree. If this goes to Last Man Standing, it's not looking good for either of them.

As Smith Jones reaches his feet, Diamond Jack Sabbath with a snarl and a shout, swings his leg as hard as he can. But this time there is no Crown Kick. It does not pan out how Jack envisioned in the slighted. As he swings the leg, Smith ducks under and grabs Jack's face with both hands from behind, falling backwards as he raises his knees up and impales the back of Jack's neck on them! The Crown Jewel falls to the ground immediately, as Melbourne gives a very loud stamp of approval.

MARK SANCTION:
Point of Controversy from Smith Jones!

MATT STEEL:
But will it be enough? Will this keep Smith Jones in the match?

Both men are lying in absolute heaps on the floor, husks of the men they were at the beginning of the match. Smith rolls over and puts one hand over Sabbath's shoulders. Tickles makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!


MARK SANCTION:
YEESS!!

MATT STEEL:
And just like that, Smith Jones is STILL in this match!

Hana Ramierez stands from the little corner she's been hiding in this entire time, raising a mic.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Winner of the SECOND fall...SMITH JONES!

MARK SANCTION:
One fall to each, folks! Now it's Last Man Standing.

MATT STEEL:
What's interesting to me is that both guys won the match the other guy picked. It just goes to show just how well they planned for one another here. But we're in the final fall. There MUST be a winner. There is absolutely no turning back. It really IS Last Man Standing.

Both men are on the mat, showing a serious inability to move. Smith has moved off Sabbath, but he's lying there and so is his opponent. Unmoving. Tickles' eyes move between the pair of them. He has to make the call.

ONE!

And so he begins to count. Usually for guys in this condition, the count beginning is enough to stir them. But still, neither guy moves.

TWO!

And still, neither man moves. Diamond Jack Sabbath closes his eyes. Those lights are so bright. Those fans are so loud. And he's in pain. It's the reason he does this. The reason he loves it. He doesn't want this moment, this very moment in time, to end. And yet the count will continue. The world will move on no matter how much he tries to fight it. He's a man who joined the Survivors to wage a war with time it's self and he must continue to fight. So he turns onto his side.

THREE!

Smith Jones lies in wait. He's battered. He's bruised. But he has battled so hard and fought the man he's had on his mind for two years. His quest for vengeance and his quest to prove to everyone that HE is the top star in this company has kept him going, and will continue to do so as we move into this fall. He has no quit. He has no fear. If you're looking for your next "Guy", he's right here. And while he's here, he turns onto his side.

FOUR!

The two of them kneel before one another, both on their knees and bleeding profusely. As they look to one another, they cannot help but be almost personally offended by the fact that the other one is even still in this. That's when Sabbath, with angry grimace on his face, grabs the top of Smith's head and smashes him with a forearm to the face. Smith drops backwards, but comes back up like a see-saw, grabbing the back of Sabbath's head and hitting him with a European uppercut. The two of them begin to stand, their heads on each other's shoulder, using each other for leverage.

MARK SANCTION:
The last time these two met, the final match of Smith Jones last run, the match was a Last Man Standing match. We have come full circle after two years in the making and my God it's been a match so far.

As they reach their feet, like a pair of magnets they repell as Smith hits a second European uppercut on Sabbath. He falls back, but luckily for him as he does, his back makes direct contact with the top rope, bouncing back up. When he comes back up, he immediately throws a kick to the gut and grabs Smith's head with both hands like he's carrying a ball. He considers throwing him into the corner but...ah, what's the use? He'll only get out anyway. He's managed to do that twice. Old tactics don't work any more. Surprise is the only way he'll win this one. So instead, he lifts him up- rather astoundingly given his condition- spinning him and draping him over one shoulder, his legs dangling over his back. Whatever Sabbath was planning, it doesn't matter. Smith breaks Sabbath's grip. He acts as quickly as he possibly can, spinning Jack around as he wraps his arms around Jack's mid-section and drags him towards the corner Jack just avoided. Like a shot, he throws Jack overhead, back-first into the turnbuckle!

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones Takes It Home one more time!

MATT STEEL:
But is he ACTUALLY taking it home here?

MARK SANCTION:
I don't know, Matt. I don't know what will stop these men. This match has been absolutely insane and I don't know what it's gonna take to stop it.

Sabbath lies in a heap as Smith uses rope-assistance to pull himself back up and Tickles begins that count. Jack doesn't register the count. He knows it's going on but in a way, he can't keep track of it. He's too busy trying to fight the pain. He's too busy trying to get himself back up to his feet. Smith leans on the ropes, trying not to fall himself. Jack finally rolls over by the count of "Five". Now, he uses the ropes as assistance, using them to pull himself back up, slowly and carefully.

MARK SANCTION:
And Jack returns to the match after a five count there.

MATT STEEL:
Well this is HIS match. This is how he beats his nemeses. Jack Hazard fell because DJS managed to keep him down for ten. Smith Jones fell because DJS...well, he had help. But here, DJS doesn't have that. Razer and Bella Quinn are not going to appear from nowhere to lend a hand.

Once he's in a standing position, Smith's right back on him. Pulling him across the ring, he throws Jack into the ropes. The Beating Heart of the XWA goes running. Smith is ready, he's got that neckbreaker on the mind and he's gonna break that neck all good and proper. Except he's not. Sabbath comes running back and grabs Smith's forearm, now throwing him into the ropes! When Smith comes back, Jack's ready, as he puts both arms around Smith's gut and lifts him in the air, rotating a-hundred-and-eighty degrees and planting the Winter Warrior back-first onto the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
Spinning side-slam from Diamond Jack Sabbath!

MATT STEEL:
That'll have rocked 'im. Will it put him away though?

Smith lies on his back, the lights infecting his eyes as Tickles begins to count him out. He can hear the count. He's aware of it. And by God, he can't let that thing beat him. Slowly, he begins to rock onto his side as Sabbath uses this time as a breather. Smith hears the number "four" when he finally gets onto his knees and climbs back up to land of the living. Jack cannot believe it, as the fans cheer and clap. Smith turns around to Sabbath and the two begin trading blows once again, only this time Smith is the winner of the fight after three very hard, very straight right hands. Jack falls back a few steps, having been sufficiently pummelled by Smith. The former Lord of the Ring grabs Sabbath's forearm and throws him full-power into the corner. Jack's back smashes right into the turnbuckles, but he doesn't move. He'd like to, but he hasn't it in him. Everything hurts right now. There isn't a limb in his body that wouldn't be telling him "please no more" if they could speak. With Jack in the corner, Smith's got an idea. Something to put Jack away for good. There's no way he could fight this off. He approaches corner, grabbing both of Jack's thighs and lifts him into a sitting position on the top rope.

MARK SANCTION:
Uh oh.

MATT STEEL:
What is Smith doing?

With Jack up on the top rope, Smith pulls himself onto the middle rope and hooks Jack's head under his arm. He then hooks his arm over the back of his neck. He's got the grip, he just needs to move now. Pulling Jack up as he moves to the top rope, the entire arena gets a little edgy. Considering the conditions of both men, there isn't a person in the entire Cricket Ground who doesn't see this as massively dangerous. Smith has Sabbath stood on top of the turnbuckle with him. He closes his eyes, as he begins to lift Jack but...no. Jack hooks his leg around the back of Smith's. He can't lift him. Smith responds by hitting Jack several times in the side with three very hard fists. Something about this works as Sabbath's leg immediately moves back to where it was. But Jack's only prolonged it. Smith's right back to where he was. Sabbath's aware of the predicament he's in, and knows he can't simply jump down and run away. He can't bullshit his way out of this one. Either way, he's going to fall. He just has to accept it.

MARK SANCTION:
I don't like the look of this. It could be bad news for both these guys here. I think I know what he wants to do, but for God's sake Smith, think of your career. You've gone past the point of 'wrestling a match' now, you're both fighting for survival. Think of your body for Christ's sake!

Smith closes his eyes. Holds his breath. Counts to three.

Sabbath closes his eyes. Holds his breath. Counts to three.

Deep breath from Smith. He grabs Sabbath's the top of trunks and he lifts him up, falling backwards. Except Jack doesn't just fall flat on his back, exactly. As they're up in the air, Sabbath uses every fibre of his being to turn back and dead-weight himself on Smith, falling on him like a sack of potatoes as the two come crashing down off the top rope. As they go falling, the fans explode from their seats like there were motion-detected springs involved.


MATT STEEL:
OH MY GOD!

MARK SANCTION:
BOTH men fall from the sky here! Somehow Diamond Jack Sabbath seemed to just drop himself onto Smith Jones in mid-air. Absolute insanity, ladies and gentlemen. Absolute. Insanity.

MATT STEEL:
But now they're both down, and the ref's counting. So whoever gets up first and sticks around after "ten", right?

MARK SANCTION:
That's how we're doing this.

MATT STEEL:
What if neither of them get up after a count of ten?

MARK SANCTION:
Lets hope it doesn't get to that point.

Tickles looks between the pair of them and he's right back at square one of this fall. Neither guy is standing. Both are completely down and he is given the unfortunate task- officiator of the silence.

ONE!

He begins that count. He looks down. There is no movement from either. He straightens his collar.

TWO!

Still nothing. He looks out to Mark and Matt. The latter shrugs and raises his hands up. He can't help him.

THREE!

Smith Jones opens his eyes, blinded by the lights above him. He holds his head, the cut that's been spewing blood for the last while.

FOUR!

Diamond Jack Sabbath holds the back of his neck. He doesn't move. He tries, but he can't. He truly, truly can't. And this time, it's real. There is no ruse. He's hurting. But he has to fight it. He has to win. He has to be the Last Man Standing.

FIVE!

There is growing concern on the faces of everyone in the Cricket Grounds. There are chants for Smith Jones smattered in between the murmurs of worried fans.

SIX!

Finally Smith Jones begins to crawl. Slowly but surely, he begins to crawl towards the rope. On the other side of the ring, so does Diamond Jack Sabbath. The Beating Heart of the XWA holds the back of his neck in one hand and crawls with the other.

SEVEN!

MARK SANCTION:
We're at seven and neither man has made a significant stride to get to their feet.

MATT STEEL:
They're both beaten, they're both battered. They've taken each other to the limit in this one.

EIGHT!

Sabbath looks around to see Smith pulling himself up, and he grits his teeth. Smith feels Jack's gaze and looks right back, pulling himself up just a little quicker. Even competitive in getting up. That's the point they've reached. After all this time...they still hate each other.

NINE!

MATT STEEL:
Oh shit!

The fans are louder, they're cheering for who they want to see get back up. Tickles watching, practically biting his nails in nervous energy in between every count he does. Jack, on nothing more than pure adrenaline and a Pavlovian response to near-loss, propells himself up, pushing himself off the rope. Smith puts one foot in front to pull himself up. But he's so heavy. He's so beaten. His mind wants to win. His will is to beat Diamond Jack Sabbath. But his body and his injuries...

In a moment that leaves everyone completely and utterly shocked, Smith Jones drops right on the "T" of...


TEN!

...And Diamond Jack Sabbath drops to the mat shortly after. All he wanted was that Ten. He has nothing left for any more.[/color]

MATT STEEL:
Sabbath wins!

Tickles signals the timekeeper, and the bell is rung. Hana Ramierez stands, mic in hand.[/b]

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here is your winner...DIAMOND JACK SABBATH!

"No More Heroes" by the Stranglers makes a reappearance as Diamond Jack Sabbath is declared winner. Smith Jones rolls over, sitting in the corner of the ring, breathing heavily while Sabbath lies on the mat. He's done. He is so, so done.

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, I don't think I have ever seen a match so intense, so angry, so bitter in all my years as a play-by-play analyst. Everything was competitive from the minute they laid eyes on each other. I think we have just seen an instant classic.

MATT STEEL:
I almost thought we wouldn't get this match but with everything that's happened with Sabbath and Jones in the last few months, I'm glad we did. Diamond Jack Sabbath...I dunno how he did it, but he pulled it out of his ass tonight. He was sneaky, he was crafty, he was skilled and he was dangerous.

MARK SANCTION:
But of course not to take away from Smith Jones. That guy had Sabbath scouted at almost every turn. It took Sabbath being a...well, a cheap-shotting bastard to beat him first time, in this last fall it took Smith being already physically done and Sabbath's timing for him to win. Were these stipulations in different orders tonight, I bet we'd have a different outcome. I see this match really getting eyes on Smith Jones as a main event-level competitor again. If I were Barnez or Tim, I'd keep a note of this match. It's not gonna be long before Smith Jones comes a-knockin'.

MATT STEEL:
Speaking of which, don't go anywhere ladies and gentlemen, because our main event is coming up shortly. Lx-Tim and Jerod Barnez battle for the Supreme XWA Championship, and it is live...NEXT!

We close on the shot of Diamond Jack Sabbath pulling himself into the bottom rope. He's only slightly aware of what's just happened. What he does know is that he's beaten Smith Jones after four months of endless bickering and challenging one another. He's defeated him, somehow. Someway. Where he goes next remains to be seen. After the injuries picked up tonight, both obvious and NOT obvious, it may be a long time before we see the Beating Heart back in an XWA ring. One thing is for certain- the Survivors will most definitely be pleased. Tonight, they triumph.

MARK SANCTION:
An absolute classic ladies and gentlemen, but before we get into our main event we wanna take you guys to this past week on Massacre, where we saw the return of one Minka Carter...

MATT STEEL:
Oh yeah, I heard about this!

MARK SANCTION:
Yes, Minka returned to the XWA with what appeared to be a new attitude and was victorious but the real story here was...well, lets take a look at exactly what went down after the match took place...

Zzzzzaaaaaaappppp! The XWA logo slides past the screen, changing our view. We are now in Melbourne Showgrounds, rather than the Cricket Grounds.

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Minka grabs Rebecca in a sleeper hold again as she pulls her up. She squints her eyes, annoyed by Rebecca’s resilience. She loosens the sleeper hold a bit, giving herself a free hand. It’s with this free hand that she literally claws at Rebecca’s face, digging her nails as much as she can in the vicinity of Rebecca’s eye sockets. Rebecca immediately starts yelling out, which draws the referee’s attention.

MARK SANCTION:
What is she doing?

TEMPEST:
Okay… who traded places with Minka Carter?

The referee sees the clawing happening and begins to make a five count.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

FOUR!!!


Minka lets go and the referee gets in her face about what she just did. Rebecca stumbles backward, staying upright but holding her face. Minka shows no mercy brushing by the referee and nailing Rebecca with a shining wizard. Rebecca doesn’t go down, so Minka steps back and then darts right back toward her nailing a vicious Busaiku knee right into the jaw. Rebecca falls flat on her back right on the mat. Minka stands above her and sees that Rebecca’s eyes have rolled back in her head a bit. This sight causes Minka to smile as she drops down and hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!


HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here is your winner… MINKA CARTER!!!!

Minka kneels above Rebecca after getting the pinfall, smirking with satisfaction. Some of the crowd is booing her, albeit faintly, for dashing Rebecca’s XWA contract hopes.

MARK SANCTION:
Rebecca Singleton put up a fight and there’s no doubt she’ll be on a global stage someday, but Minka Carter was extremely impressive in her return.

TEMPEST:
Indeed she was! It’s almost as if her sabbatical from XWA reawakened her.

MARK SANCTION:
Although, it should be pointed out that she did so many things in that match that were considered unusual for her. There was no need to claw Rebecca in the eyes and she was getting increasingly frustrated that she didn’t finish her off as quick as she wanted.

TEMPEST:
Maybe Minka Carter is done playing nice?!?!?!

Minka fully stands up, with the referee still having her hand raised. He lets it go and just when the referee is about to love, Minka kicks him from behind with a low blow!

MARK SANCTION:
HEY!!! What the hell was that for?!?!

TEMPEST:
...yeah, Minka Carter is done playing nice.

Minka then focuses her attention on a knocked out Rebecca Singleton. She walks toward her, picks her up from the mat, applies a full nelson and drives her into the mat with a full nelson facebuster!!! Minka turns her over and pounces on her, unleashing a flurry of right hands right to the face.

MARK SANCTION:
What in the world is she doing? What is happening here?

Minka applies a double chickenwing which she uses to pull Rebecca up. This is only so she could flatten her with a lifting double underhook facebuster slam. Minka slides out of the ring and spots a fan dangling an Australian flag. She snatches it from the fan and walks inside the ring with it, laying it down on the mat. Minka goes to a corner, ripping off a turnbuckle pad. After that, she grabs Rebecca again and drags her to the corner constantly bashing her head into the exposed steel again and again as the boos start growing louder.

MARK SANCTION:
Someone has to stop this!

After Minka is finished in the corner, she violently tosses the Australian native out of the ring. She exits the ring herself, taking the flag with her. She then applies a camel clutch on Rebecca, wrapping the flag around her throat. After choking her out with the flag for a half minute, she stands up, dragging Rebecca along with her. The flag is still wrapped around Rebecca’s throat as she’s dragged to the steel steps. Minka drives her into the edge of the steel steps with a forward Russian legsweep, immediately causing the Melbourne native to bleed profusely. Minka spots Rebecca’s father in the stands, giving him a sick, angry glare before she drops down and applies a rearnaked choke to Rebecca with the flag wrapped around her throat.

MARK SANCTION:
This is sick! This is absolutely sick! Minka is choking out this poor girl in her own hometown, with her own flag, in front of her own father! He’s a recovering cancer patient, damn it!

TEMPEST:
I’m speechless! What do I even say to this?

After continuing to choke her out a little bit longer, security comes down the ramp to finally pry Minka off of Rebecca. Minka hears some boos that are continuing to increase in volume. Once she stands up, she backs up the ramp, laughing to herself and enjoying what she just did.

TEMPEST:
This is so out of character for Minka, it’s bizarre!

MARK SANCTION:
It’s sick, Tempest, it’s absolutely sick. Out of character or not and I have every reason to believe this isn’t out of character at all.

TEMPEST:
You might be right. Is this a message to the entire XWA roster?

MARK SANCTION:
It very well could be. What a tragedy! A local girl has a chance to earn an XWA contract in front of her own father, recovering from cancer, and instead, she gets absolutely destroyed by Minka Carter.

EMT’s quickly come down to surround Rebecca Singleton as her father hops the barricade to be right there with her. Minka by this point has backed up through the curtains, out of sight.

MARK SANCTION:
I hope it all works out for their family. Thoughts and prayers go out to them. I don’t know what got into Minka Carter, but I’ll tell you one thing fans, this is NOT what the XWA is supposed to be about.

TEMPEST:
No, not at all. No place in the sport for that.

MARK SANCTION:
But why? Why did Minka do this? What kind of message was she trying to send here? We’ll be right back fans. We apologize for what you just saw.


ZZZZaaaappp! And we're back in the Cricketgrounds. Mark is solemn, while Matt is in much higher spirits.

MARK SANCTION:
We do not have an update at this moment on the condition of Rebecca but it's definitely not looking good, and Minka has definitely come under fire from both the lockerroom and fans for her actions.

MATT STEEL:
What...?

MARK SANCTION:
What? What's 'what'? Minka savagely destroyed that poor girl.

MATT STEEL:
Yeah, well I say it's about damn time one of these 'happy to be here' rookies showed some gumption. I for one look forward to what Minka does next.

MARK SANCTION:
That sounds like something the Survivors would say.

MATT STEEL:
Shut up. This business is hard and you have to be vicious to survi-- to make it. Wake up and face reality, Mark.

MARK SANCTION:
Anyway, we've got a job to do...
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Re: XWA: If You Want Blood - 29/4/2017

Postby DJS » Fri May 05, 2017 11:55 pm

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SUPREME XWA CHAMPIONSHIP:
Lx-Tim vs. Jerod Barnez


Carnage. That is to be expected of tonight’s war. Yes, a war. It may be billed as a match for the Supreme XWA Championship, but between the two combatants of the main event they are going to do nothing short of annihilating one another. The atmosphere is clearly beyond electric, simply because tonight the fans bear witness to possibly the final chapter of the Tim versus Jerod saga. The Puerto Rican Elite versus The Supreme One, a title card that should excite anyone that pays half attention to the shows.

MARK SANCTION:
This is If You Want Blood at the Melbourne Cricket Ground here in Australia and the main event is about to be on the way!

MATT STEEL:
This crowd is restless! We have had a hell of a show, but soon we are about to have quite possibly the bloodiest and most brutal match of the night as Lx-Tim squares up with Jerod Barnez.

MARK SANCTION:
Squaring up might be the understatement of the year. These guys might just kill one another tonight! Lx-Tim has been more than a thorn in the side of Jerod. At Creature of the XWA, that brash Latino beyond dismantled Jerod and it seemed like he left him for dead. It is a miracle that Jerod is not only still around to fight another day, but able bodied to defend his championship belt that was almost pilfered by the Latino’s antics.

MATT STEEL:
To think Andrews actually declared Lx-Tim as the Supreme XWA Champion. Then it went all up in smoke thanks to Barnez not staying down! You bet your ass LX is going to bring the heat and then some to Jerod.

MARK SANCTION:
Likewise Jerod will do the same. There isn’t any rest for the wicked and tonight blood will be spilled…

HANA RAMIEREZ:
The following match is our main event of the evening and it is a Street Fight for the XWA Supreme Championship!

The crowd is absolutely ecstatic! Enormous cheers nearly blow the roof off the arena and they simply can’t wait for the match to begin!

HANA RAMIEREZ:
In this match, there will be no disqualifications or count-outs. Pinfalls and submissions can't be broken up by either superstar grabbing the ropes. Even though the competitors are allowed to fight on the outside of the ring, pinfalls and submissions must occur inside the ring. The first person to pin or submit his opponent will be declared as the XWA Supreme Champion!

MARK SANCTION:
This match as all of the makings of a classic and these two can set the new bar here in XWA. And I'm not talking about the Hershey's Cookies and Cream bar either!

MATT STEEL:
Huh, I just got an odd sense of deja vu. But yeah, totally agree with your sentiment. Let's get this started already!



At that very moment, the titantron turns on to display a Puerto Rican flag flapping in the wind, having the initials L-X-5 appear on the screen. Charisma by WASP hits the public announcement system as the camera pans around the view the crowd as everything is currently seen in a monochrome setting. Turning toward the stage, everything returns to color to have multi-colored flashing lights shining forth. The Portrait of Greatness escalates onto the top stage with his head looking downward. The crowd emphatically boos to finally seeing the Spanish superstar in view. The History Maker, at this moment, quickly raises both arms to point to the sky as a burst of flames and pyro shoots upward.

“LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS! LX SUCKS!”

MARK SANCTION:
The Australian crowd are definitely not hiding their feelings toward the Puerto Rican star!

MATT STEEL:
I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even hear them right now. Look at that focus on his face right now!

MARK SANCTION:
Well he had a match earlier with Grandeza for the Tag Team Championship Belts. With how everything turned out, it seems his cousin might be too hurt to even be out here in a supporting role for Lx-Tim.

MATT STEEL:
You mean we might get to see just a match with Lx-Tim that doesn’t have interference?! I don’t believe that crap for a second!

MARK SANCTION:
It's not only that. In an exclusive backstage interview yet to be aired, Lx-Tim mentioned that in order to shut up Jerod for good he is going to beat Jerod himself all on his own. I'm not one to believe everything this guy says, but he appeared all too serious about it.

MATT STEEL:
Well saying it is one thing. Doing is completely another.

MARK SANCTION:
Only time will tell. Tonight, he is absolutely got his mind set to the task. This is the biggest match of his career here in XWA. If he can defeat Jerod tonight, he will keep his namesake true and place himself right into the history books to be put up there with the XWA greats!

Right now there are no arrogant smiles. No tearing up signs or hissing at the fans who have nothing but disdain for him. HIs intentions are clear: win the Supreme XWA Championship and prove himself the absolute best in the business. The History Maker takes his time walking toward the squared circle and the camera catches close shots of the cuts and bruises he received from his earlier bout. Even with all the things that appear painful, Tim doesn’t wince once and actually appears to be in fighting form. Walking up the steel steps, he simply enters through the ropes and enters the four cornered coliseum. This warrior is ready for battle and he simply extends his hands out with a “Come out and bring it” type of taunt.

MATT STEEL:
Tim doesn’t look like he’s going to dick around tonight. There is legitimately something scary about what we're seeing right now.

MARK SANCTION:
I concur. He is generally more relaxed and aloof when in making his entrance inside the ring. Like he is putting a show on for himself, except this time he just seems in a rush to get Jerod out here.

MATT STEEL:
That seems like a mistake. Wanting a guy like Barnez as soon as possible after having a match like Tim had earlier? I love the guy, but he might as well call ahead to a hospital right now.

MARK SANCTION:
I wouldn’t sell Tim too short, although I agree he shouldn’t be in a hurry for this Street Fight to start.



"I'M A MOTHERFUCKING BEAST!"

MATT STEEL:
Too late! He’s heeeeeeere!

As Busta Rhymes' verse in the Southpaw Remix of "Beast" begins, Jerod Barnez pops out from behind the curtain with his left hand held high in a fist and his right hand holding the newly designed XWA Supreme Championship up. Sporting his in-ring attire and a pair of black sunglasses, Jerod stands at the top of the stage, keeping his hands up for a few seconds, until the yells of being a motherfucking beast are heard again, before putting the championship on his shoulder, as a grin comes across his face. "The Descendant of a God" begins his march to the ring, while he bobs his head along to the music. The camera closes up in a shot to his waist, where the older designed Supreme XWA Championship Belt is located.

MARK SANCTION:
Tim is going to have his hand more than full tonight! Quite possibly the most dominating force in XWA history. He only has one loss to his name and Jerod has already beaten Lx-Tim in a match. Let’s not also forget that Jerod also won his first Supreme XWA Championship in a Street Fight match as well. He defeated Razer at XWA’s On A Pole to ascend to the top of the mountain. It’s safe to say he likes being at the top and plans on staying there a very long time.This is a true uphill battle for Tim tonight!

MATT STEEL:
Damn man, sounds like you’re not giving Tim enough credit in possibly winning tonight. Don’t forget Tim is one of the major contributing factors that caused Jerod to lose his first Supreme Championship in the first place. On top of that, he has remained the one constant top threat in bringing Jerod down to Earth like he has many times by splattering his face into a pile of mush!

MARK SANCTION:
All of that is true. Tim has been and is a major threat to Jerod, possibly the biggest one since Rob Chapman. Be that as it may, Lx-Tim is the one that needs to prove that he belongs at the top of the card. Only way to do that is to actually truly defeat Barnez to become Champion. Then and only then can myself and many fans here in Melbourne recognize him as a great.

As Jerod makes his way down the ramp, he tends to focus on the ring, but he occasionally point at fans who are wearing his merchandise. Once reaching the ring, Barnez walks up the steel steps and then enters through the middle and top ropes. Inside, he heads to the nearest corner of the ring and ascends to the middle rope, proceeding to raise his fist and championship once more, still smirking arrogantly as he does so. Barnez drops back down to the canvas and takes off his sunglasses, nonchalantly tossing them out of the ring, never to wear that specific pair again. He hands the main championship belt to Jack J. Tickles, the referee of tonight’s Street Fight. Barnez detaches the older Supreme Championship Belt and places it on the apron, before rising back over and staring the Puerto Rican with a scowl on his face. Both men close in on one another, chesting up and Tickles immediately comes in between them imploring them to hold off just one more minute.

"LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!”

MATT STEEL:
We’re about to see some fireworks! The fans can’t wait any longer and neither can I!

MARK SANCTION:
You got that right! The Supreme Championship Street Fight is about to go off!

Lx-Tim and Jerod continue to go chest to chest, now pushing one another and getting more intense with each push. Security rushes in and help Jack out, since proper introductions still need to be made. Jerod shrugs them off and heads to his corner and Tim does the same. Security slowly exits and Hana struts to the middle of the ring, microphone at the ready.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Introducing first the challenger, coming all the way from Brooklyn, New York. He weighs in tonight at two hundred forty pounds. He is the longest reigning Television Champion in history and current Hardcore Champion, The History Maker, L! X! TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!!!!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And the opponent is the defending Champion, coming all the way from Detroit, Michigan. He weighs in tonight at two hundred ninety one pounds and is a two time Supreme XWA Champion. He is the current reigning XWA Supreme Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, he is Supreme Jeeeroooooood Barneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Hana exits the ring and Jack J. Tickles raises the Supreme XWA Championship Belt high into the air for the competitors and all the fans to see. Handing it off so the timekeeper can gain possession of it, he returns and looks back and forth ensuring both men are ready to start.


MATT STEEL:
It’s finally about to begin! Let’s do this!

MARK SANCTION:
Do this we shall! Melbourne and fans around the world. If You Want Blood...you will get some now!

Both Lx-Tim and Jerod acknowledge Jack, so with that being concluded he signals to the time keeper. The bell rings thrice to start the Street Fight!

There is absolutely no elegance in the opening ceremony of battle between these two athletes, for once they hear that metallic bell struck, they are a pair of rampaging bulls powering through one another with utmost aggression. Jerod vociferously rains down viscerally brutal strikes into the Puerto Rican’s jaw, whereas Lx-Tim retaliates with wild fists into the cheek of his adversary. Nothing but unbridled anger and unbending hatred to decimate one another fuels these two and both are continuing to plow their resentment of the other into each of their faces. Jerod unfurls a monstrous right hand, however The HIstory Maker implements his martial arts technique to block and redirect the strike away from his body. Once the fist flies away, the Brooklynite winds around with his leg going faster than the wings of a hummingbird and the high octane Roundhouse Kick rocks Jerod like a hurricane. The infamous shit eating smirk finally eeks onto Tim’s face, displaying a form of satisfaction on getting the initial big attack in their war with one another. The arrogance begins to swell within his body and he instinctively charges toward the Supreme XWA Champion. Next thing Tim knows, he is hoisted high into the air and Barnez maliciously slaps the Latino down with a Double A Spinebuster that shakes the whole ring! The Descendant of a God immediately mounts himself atop LX and buries furious blunt Elbows into his rival’s forehead. Moments to minutes are expelled from Tim’s life with each Elbow thundering against his cranial structure and Jerod’s eyes are overfilled with the purpose of having the show’s namesake ring true. The crowd absolutely EXPLODES with cheers from each connected attack, finally witnessing LX getting some form of comeuppance at this particular juncture. Tim keeps attempting to cover himself, however Jerod’s dominating power continues to get the best of him and continues to see stars above his head from the blows.


MARK SANCTION:
Jerod is letting all his frustrations out and LX is at last paying the price! This is what happens when you poke the beast, Tim!

MATT STEEL:
This is what we’ve come to expect. These two beating the piss out of each other. Only now Jerod is on top of Tim and the world. The Latino needs to get his ass into gear and use that clever mind of his if he plans on taking Jerod down.

Moments of anguish like this need to be rectified immediately and LX realizes this, so the Puerto Rican starts biting down on something in his mouth. In an instant, The Portrait of Greatness disgustingly spews his infamous “Luminaire” Poison Mist into his adversary’s pupils, forcing the beastly Supreme Champion to roll off and tend to his face in aggravation and agony! The Puerto Rican starlet places his hand on his forehead, wiping away the sweat and ensures himself he isn’t bleeding from the assault. Running his fingers through his hair, the fuming Latino waste no time in snatching up his prone positioned foe to his feet, before using all his strength to lift and cascade backwards, crushing Jerod’s backside with a punishing German Suplex. He doesn’t release the attack, instead the longest reigning Television Champion keeps hold of his adversary and stirs to his feet with nemesis in tow. Placing Jerod into a Full Nelson, LX continues the punishment and pummels the backside once more by way of a sickening Dragon Suplex! His signature “Logro de Coronación” is close to being finalized, with a single Suplex left in the great attack trilogy. The crowd resoundingly boos Tim and his cocky smile returns when rising back to his feet with Jerod in hand. Barnez is enraged and swiftly directs his leg backward and savagely strikes LX square between the legs, fending him off with a smile gone as quick as it came! Tim cups himself in dire straits and once he lands on the perspiration filled canvas, LX intelligently rolls out of the squared circle to recuperate. The unforgiving Supreme Champion isn’t going to allow the Puerto Rican any such luxury, thus he hits the ropes and ricochets forward with great speed. Once Jerod’s hands touch the top rope, he leaps overhead and barrels through The Illustration of Innovation with his whole body, bullying him over like a runaway freight train!

MARK SANCTION:
Topé con Giro! Jerod executed that Suicide Senton to perfection! Tim isn’t getting any breaks tonight.

MATT STEEL:
Goodness gracious great balls of what the fuck! Those Suplexes and the Mist looked like they didn’t slow Jerod down at all! That guy really is a beast. Lx-Tim need to concoct a new strategy to take down someone as imposing like Barnez.

The Supreme XWA Champion closes in on the Puerto Rican, placing him in a Front Facelock whilst pulling him upward, pumping out merciless Knee Strikes into Tim’s abdomen one after another. Jerod grits his teeth, seething with embroiling rage and ravages the Latino, snapping back to fiercely drive Tim’s head into the ground! The crowd belts out a large POP and continue to cheer. Jerod is upright and ready to use the rules of the match to his disposal, thus rummaging underneath the squared circle to pull out a Kendo Stick! The Descendant of a God raises the weapon high into the air, garnering a great cheering response from the crowd. Tonight, this opening weapon’s intentions is a tool for more than just mere brutality or it’s own sake. It is a starting beacon of redemption for all the wrongs caused by the dastardly Puerto Rican star. Jerod’s wipes away any beads of sweat from his forehead, winds up and strikes down only for Lx-Tim to roll out of the way in time! Tim scrambles to his knees, stumbling to his feet with Barnez following close behind him. Years of experience and instincts prove to be with Tim, violently launching a Superkick the precise moment Jerod begins the initial swing-back for momentum with the Kendo Stick. Jerod staggers backwards but keeps a tight grip on the Kendo Stick ensuring LX doesn’t gain a leg up on him. The Puerto Rican gains a breath, heaving the oxygen in and out and analyzes the situation. Tim recognizes in order to avoid getting struck with the Kendo Stick, he needs to be intelligent about how he goes about his attack. He can’t just play fast and loose, since every blow and breathe matter in a match at this level. The Presentation of Devastation darts toward Jerod with an arrogant smirk on his face. In the exact moment, Jerod swings forehead but Tim immediately slides underneath the second before the Kendo’s momentum swung toward him. Barnez is surprised to say the least, not realizing what stratagem LX is employing. Turning around, the wily Latino bewilders his adversary, leaping upward to spike his foe by means of a superb Reverso STO! Although one might think this is enough, the Puerto Rican has more delicacies on the silver platter for him to put on display. The History Maker keeps his grubby mitts on the Supreme Champion and hooks his far leg across the neck of his foe. Tim weaves his hands behind Jerod’s head, having one arm pass over their own leg and the other under. The Crown Jewel shines brightly this moment by pulling backwards with his arms and pushes forward with his leg, causing enormous pressure to have Barnez writhe in the overbearing pain!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

MARK SANCTION:
Perfectly executed Koji Clutch by Lx-Tim! What a smart way to go about everything. This is the kind of thinking that puts you at the level of the Supreme Championship match.

MATT STEEL:
Hell yeah it is! Tim is making sure he doesn’t suffer anymore pain he can avoid, especially since the pain from the Tag match is probably still plaguing him. Doing so not only ensure he didn’t become attacked, but he ensnared Jerod to put him in that sweet Submission move to wear and tear him down!

MARK SANCTION:
Lx-Tim can’t seal the championship win from the outside of the ring. If he wants to make Jerod tap, it will have to be within the confines of the squared circle. I wonder how long he’ll keep this hold up.

The Puerto Rican athlete keeps applying the pressure and Jerod is definitely feeling the pangs of distress permeating through him. The Australian crowd are not happy that LX now has the upper hand and they are letting him hear it with their incessant booing. Jerod grimaces in torment from the Koji Clutch and contemplates a way to get out of his current predicament. Barnez realizes in his suffering that the best approach is a simple, albeit ‘Tim-esque’ tactic. Bending his forearm closest to Tim, he moves it toward the Latino’s face and uses his thumb and forefinger to grotesquely gouge his eyes! Tim attempts to sway his head back further, but the claws are dug in too deep, therefore LX releases the Koji Clutch and tends to his eyes. The Supreme XWA Champion is quite worse for wear, but makes his play by grabbing the Kendo Stick and sluggishly clambering to a vertical base. The Puerto Rican rises to his feet and gets horrifically struck against the forehead with the Kendo Stick, officially making him the first to be busted wide open as blood trickles out of the affected area! One hundred thousand strong cheer loud as they possibly can, vocal chords shrilling out with glee from Tim bleeding right before their very eyes. Storming right behind LX, Jerod wraps the Stick underneath the Brooklynite’s neck, before falling back in a Hardcore Russian Leg Sweep that slaps the Spanish star down as if he was being crushed down by the hand of God! Jerod finally feels relieved and appears for the first time to be having fun. Barnez triumphantly raises his arms up, prompting a big cheer from the fans. The Detroit native takes his time, stomping down at Lx-Tim’s legs to ensure slow down. Pulling Tim upward, desperation keys in and The History Maker belts out a Knife Edged Chop across the larynx of his adversary! The uphill battle continues for the New York native, following up the chop with an onslaught of European Uppercuts and finishing him off with a Dropkick squarely in the chest, causing Jerod to tumble over the steel steps and roll over to the security barricade. The Portrait of Greatness darts forth, propelling forward with a Shoulder looking to pummel his way through. Jerod maneuver out in the nick of time, meaning LX hits nothing but barricade on impact. The longest reigning Television Champion is out of sorts, clearly not himself and seems dazed from the landing. Pulling himself up by using the barricade, he turns around gets decimated through the barricade like a hot knife through butter with a colossal Gore by Barnez!

MARK SANCTION:
Gore! Gore! GOOOOOOOOOORE!

MATT STEEL:
You freakin’ said it all, Mark! Holy crap that looked brutal as hell!

LET’S GO JEROD, LET’S GO! *CLAP CLAP CLAP!* LET’S GO JEROD, LET’S GO! *CLAP CLAP CLAP!* LET’S GO JEROD, LET’S GO! *CLAP CLAP CLAP!* LET’S GO JEROD, LET’S GO! *CLAP CLAP CLAP.

The Australian crowd is frantically cheering and hollering in support of Jerod, more elated than ever that Lx-Tim just got squashed like a bug! The Puerto Rican appears lifeless and Jerod is shaking off the cobwebs, pulling the pieces of himself back together and looking at his downed foe. Jerod now smirks, realizing that vengeance is definitely going his way. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he walks to the squared circle and pulls out items from underneath the ring. The Descendant of a God pulls out a pair of Steel Chairs and tosses them into the ring. There is a dark foreboding in the face of the champion, his steely eyes gazing upon his battered rival with devilish intent. Lx-Tim finally shows some sign of life, however there is nothing he can do to change his current fate. In the clutches of Barnez, he exercises his great strength to lift Tim upward in a Military Press and walks toward the four cornered Coliseum. In one fluid motion, Jerod throws LX over the ropes and into the ring and a big cheer sounds throughout Melbourne. Jerod slides into the squared circle, ready for finality so he can continue is dominance as Supreme XWA Champion. If you think The History Maker’s goose is cooked, you really don’t know the resilience of the Puerto Rican superstar. Digging into his tights, he slides something into or onto his hands that are just out of the camera’s sight. Rising to a knee, LX is towered over by his dominating counterpart and has wields a Steel Chair with deadly purpose. MESSATSU! A Brass Knuckled added Shoryuken Uppercut strikes up against the chin of Jerod! Barnez plummets sideways, gazing upon the lights and his vision is so blurred the different colors come together to resemble close to Aurora Borealis. The Australian fans conjure up all the boos, where Lx-Tim immediately attempts the cover to seal the deal!

ONE!

TWO!!!!!

TH...
KICKOUT!

MARK SANCTION:
That was a close call for Jerod! Lx-Tim legitimately may have found himself the new Supreme Champion right there.

MATT STEEL:
You can’t count Tim out at anytime. He seems to always have some kind of plan or exit strategy at the least opportune moments.

Lx-Tim scraps the Brass Knuckles in favor for something more of a poetic justice, the true option befitting the stature of the Puerto Rican. Siezing a Steel Chair, The History Maker hovers over his adversary with a scowl and stares daggers through his foe. The cold devious demeanor of the Latino flushes into one of anger unhinged, unraveling an impactful Chair Shot across the sternum of Jerod! Barnez’s back arches up in woe, but Lx-Tim isn’t one to relent, which causes him to deliver yet another vicious Chair Shot across the chest! The crowd boos nonstop and Lx-Tim continues to barbarically slam the chair across Jerod’s body again and again until eight strikes have been reached, the precise number he attained on Jerod at Creature of the XWA. An evil grin is affixed on his face and The Presentation of Devastation lands one more savage chair shot for good luck, before covering Jerod once more!

ONE!

TWO!!!!!!

THR-
NOOO!

MARK SANCTION:
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any closer!

MATT STEEL:
How the hell did he kick out of that!?

MARK SANCTION:
That is the perseverance that Supreme Championships are built on!

LIE DOWN, PENDEJO” screams the hot headed Latino, clearly aggravated beyond belief that Jerod just won’t stay down. The small hairs on his arms are standing up and a chill runs up his spine. Tim’s eye twitches and LX begins to just wail on each limb with Steel Chair. Tossing the chair to the side, The History Maker pulls up the reigning Supreme Champion and positions him into a Front Chancery, before lifting him vertically into the air. The Descendant of a God’s displays his impeccable resolve, wriggling free and dropping behind Tim to wrap his muscular arms around the Latino’s waist. Jerod has been battered and tattered by the Steel Chair across his body, but his determination and perseverance remain prevalent as he falls back and strikes gold by planting the Puerto Rican down with a fantastically powerful German Suplex! The Portrait of Greatness languidly escalates to his knees, taking in heavy breaths after taking a huge attack from the powerful Supreme Champion. Jerod mirrors this with heavy breaths of his own, regaining some composure and vitality after all that has occurred. Both stare their own brand of fury at one another, before rising up and rotating at the same time to take each other out with an equally great Discus Lariat that gets both men landing on their backsides! Both lie supine with their chest heaving up and down, fatigue being the detriment for both men.

MARK SANCTION:
This Supreme Championship Street Fight is taking it's toll on our competitors. I have a feeling this is only the tip of the iceberg though!

MATT STEEL:
No doubt about it. Both men have proven in the past they can go beyond their own personal limits and I see that happening tonight.

Referee Jack J. Tickles can only wait patiently for both men to show that they can continue on, which both prove being able bodied to do so. They simultaneously escalate to a footed base, where Lx-Tim and Jerod reach nose to nose against one another. The History Maker pelts Jerod with a ferocious Haymaker, cuing a “BOOOOOOOO” from the fans in the Melbourne Cricket Grounds. Jerod retaliates with a stiff right hand, prompting the “YAAAAAAAAY” from the fans and Tim follows up with another Haymaker that gets blocked. Jerod isn’t one to drag out these exchanges and uses his head as a battering ram to smash Tim’s face in with extreme prejudice! The Supreme XWA Champion chases the staggering Puerto Rican, grabbing him by the arm and Irish Whips him clear across the ring. Rebounding from the ropes, LX returns and ducks an incoming Clothesline, before flipping back to execute a stunning Pele Kick into the forehead of his turning adversary. The New York native is determined to get that Championship around his waist and is not thinking as sharply as usual. The Brooklynite hastily storms forward and eats a kick directly into his midsection that doubles him over. Next thing he knows, he is atop Jerod’s shoulders staring out at the bloodthirsty crowd. Barnez rushes forward to a corner turnbuckle with optimum acceleration, angrily Powerbombing The Portrait of Greatness into the turnbuckle!

MARK SANCTION:
Vintage Jerod right there! Barnez just keeps getting one over Tim, which is something I don’t think the Puerto Rican expected tonight.

MATT STEEL:
I have to say Tim may have someone that is more than his equal. There is a reason Jerod is a proven winner. He is tough as nails and a beast that can’t be tamed. I love Lx-Tim but he’s starting to show he may just be a bit out of his depth now.

IT’S OVER, MOTHERFUCKER” bellows the Supreme XWA Champion with great confidence, positioning himself over to the parallel turnbuckle. Jerod positions himself in a three point stance, staring intently at the prone body of the Puerto Rican starlet. Groggy and beaten, The History Maker appears to be all but done at this point in time. Turning around, Barnez charges forward like a bull on parade, ready to tear through him like tissue paper. LX is suddenly seen smiling and falls back snatching Jerod’s heat seeking missile of a Gore with a countering Double Knee Facebreaker! The crowd boos loudly that it isn’t over and Tim lies on his back chuckling to himself. The Puerto Rican kips up to his feet and takes a bow, exclaiming “DID YOU REALLY THINK I BE TAKEN DOWN SO EASILY”!? ‘LX SUCKS’ chants can be heard throughout all of Melbourne, whilst The Portrait of Greatness baptizes his adversary’s face with a slew of painful Elbow Drops. Pulling Jerod upward, Barnez counters The Illustration of Innovation by means of a Sit Out Jawbreaker that send him reeling. Jerod isn’t one that likes to be taken for a fool and he rampages through the Latino, slashing him down with a Tornado Clothesline that turns the New York native inside out! La Leyenda Española lies on his back, clutching himself in the pain received compliments from the Supreme XWA Champion. Barnez grabs one of the the Steel Chairs and is ready to gain some comeuppance for the chair attacks previously administered. Jerod turns around and a swift Jumping Savate Kick drives the chair into his face to floor him into the sweat infested canvas. The History Maker grabs the chair and places it on the side of Jerod, before putting his arms underneath the Jerod’s arms and grabs his legs by the knees. Lx-Tim clambers to a footed base, lifting The Descendant of a God until he is upside down and fiercely drops downward, obliterating Jerod’s head into the Steel Chair!

MARK SANCTION:
That was the Koro Driver!! I was not expecting Tim to use such a maneuver!

MATT STEEL:
The what!?

MARK SANCTION:
It was his former Elite stablemate Sean Young’s Package Piledriver aptly named The Koro Driver. Lx-Tim is reaching into the pockets of others to get some assistance tonight.

MATT STEEL:
Oh right, that asshole...Holy hell! Is Jerod actually bleeding right now!?

Blood is at long last seeping from the temple of the Supreme XWA Champion and Lx-Tim’s blood lust is somewhat satiated. Reaching into his knee pad, the Puerto Rican pulls out his trademark Mystery Flask and the crowd chant “YOU SUCK” at the Latino. He simply chuckles and blows the crowd a kiss, eliciting an immediate chorus of boos from the fans and he relishes every second of their distaste. Opening the lid, he pours its contents onto his hand to reveal: Salt. Lifting straight out of the Salt Bae meme playbook, Tim places his boot onto Jerod’s throat and trickles it down into the open wound and Barnez screams out in unequivocal misery. Ready to lay waste to his adversary, Tim slips the flask back in his knee pad and goes to grab the second steel chair to malevolently smack it across Jerod’s chest and leaves it atop of him. Exiting out onto the apron, The Portrait of Greatness ascends the corner turnbuckle and reaches it’s zenith. LX points to all the fans in attendance, riling them up just for the fun of getting a rise out of the crowd. The Latin Extremist jumps off, lifting both his legs into his chest and descends about to crush Barnez with his infamous Double Stomp, however Jerod rolls away with moments to spare! Tim rolls forward and fluidly rises to his feet, whereas the Detroit native closes in and clocks LX’s face with a lightning quick Discus Elbow with excellent authority! Staggering backwards obliviously, The History Maker backside hits the ropes, forcing him to stumble forward. Meanwhile, Jerod gain his umpteenth wind and sails across the squared circle, slicing through the Puerto Rican with another monstrous Gore to cut him down to ribbons! Barnez hooks the leg and lies against Tim’s body with his hand in the air, putting up a single digit finger alongside each count!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!!!!

THREE
……NO WAY!

MARK SANCTION:
I can’t believe it! I can’t freakin’ believe it! Can we get a replay of that!?

MATT STEEL:
What in the name of Ace Andrews just happened!? He really kicked out in time!?

The replay appears on screen showing Tim’s shoulder popping up, right before Referee Jack J. Tickles was just less than an inch of counting three and somehow caught it.

MARK SANCTION:
Wow! Huge respect for Jack J. Tickles, our senior referee for catching that in time. There goes to show Lx-Tim will actually do everything humanly and inhumanly possible to become Supreme XWA Champion. Folks at home, I hope you realize tonight isn’t about technical athleticism. It’s about the brutality, the mayhem and the championship! Lx-Tim and Barnez has a foundation of hatred for one another and they are doing all they can to waste one another to have their hand on the greatest prize here in our illustrious company.

MATT STEEL:
I still can’t believe Tim kicked out of that Gore! Someone better call Nintendo, because that guy has more lives than fuckin’ Mario!

This is a moment of indescribable disbelief for Jerod. Barnez buries his face into his hands, pondering how LX located the strength to break out of the pinning predicament. A feeling of uncertainty washed over the Supreme XWA Champion, who stirs upward and ensures it truly wasn’t a three count. Despite Lx-Tim managing to pop out of the pin, the Puerto Rican looks like hell and appears to be at a near state of unconsciousness. Jerod starts seething at the teeth and gives an icy stare down at the bruised Brooklynite, contemplating his next maneuver that can devastate LX enough to attain victory. An idea formulates in the bruiser’s mind and Jerod begins implementing machinations to use. Snatching his adversary by his head, Barnez positions Tim’s head between his legs and spreads his arms apart, causing the crowd to belt out a large pop! The Australian fans recognize the Spread Arms taunt. The fanatics know the position all too well. Lx-Tim’s infamous Destiny Destroyer Flipping Piledriver is nigh, however it will be utilized by the very man whose destiny is meant to be destroyed. Ready to flip forward, The History Maker suddenly surges with energy and flips Barnez overhead with all his might to send Jerod onto his back. The Illustration of Innovation bullets opposite Barnez’s body, using the ropes to rebound and gain more speed toward his adversary. Jerod seats himself up attempting to rise up to his feet, however The History Maker rushes in driving his soles into the bloodied forehead whilst shouting “BOOM”! “HEADSHOT”! The Running Yakuza Kick’s momentum causes Jerod to roll out on the apron and fall onto the outside floor. Tim collapses to his knees and onto the bottom rope, beads of sweat and blood mixed together pouring from his face as he stretches his arms out in disbelief himself that he can’t complete a pin after he actually managed to connect the attack.

MARK SANCTION:
The tribute move to his former Elite member, the former Supreme Champion Rob Chapman, sent Jerod flying more than Tim initially thought it would and thus can’t capitalize! What a tough break for the Puerto Rican star.

MATT STEEL:
On the plus side, this will give Lx-Tim the time to regain his composure and stamina. These guys hit unbelievably hard, but there won’t be much power in them if they don’t have the energy behind the attacks.

MARK SANCTION:
That’s true. In a war between these two, every strike and move counts in this Supreme Championship match. The belt is the highest prize here and they will need everything they’ve got to either keep or win the strap.

La Leyenda Española’s chest heaves rapidly, breathing in heavy breaths and his body is trembling from fatigue and slight blood loss. The New York native rolls out of the squared circle, sauntering toward Jerod and spits down at him with disgust. The Latin Extremist decides it best in continuing to bring the pain, pulling The Supreme One upward and driving multiple cruel Knee Lifts into his adversary’s abdomen. Jerod lets out an an incredible scream. One of a high volume, a sound of unfathomable rancor and unmistakable rage. It’s distinction displays Barnez insist on bringing the fight and he wraps his massive arms around Tim’s body, shuffling his legs and charges toward the apron to tackle Tim’s back against the apron. The History Maker winces in pain, whilst Jerod continues his tirade of fury, striking massive blows into Tim’s bloodied wound to expel more of the blood to creep out creating more of a crimson mask on the Puerto Rican. The Illustration of Innovation retaliates, increasing the enmity between him and his combatant by nefariously raking his foe’s retinas to fend him away, before cracking Jerod’s skull with a boisterous Enzuigiri! Wanting to plow Jerod to smithereens in a spectacular fashion, the Hardcore Champion climbs the apron, entering the squared circle and starts ascending the corner turnbuckle. Once he reaches the top, The Descendant of a God climbs the apron simultaneously massaging the side of his head to ease the pain. Ascending the turnbuckle himself, the Puerto Rican rocks Jerod with sinister closed fisted punches and Barnez champs through it. Barnez blasts Tim’s nose with a headbutt, nearly breaking it and causing him to bleed through the nostrils in the process. Affixed in a daze, Jerod positions the Latino in a Front Chancery, lifting Tim vertically into the air. The Supreme XWA Champion swoops backwards seemingly taking The History Maker for a Superplex, but carries it over and buries Tim’s head into the outside floor with a calamitous Brainbuster!

MARK SANCTION:
Detroitplex! Jerod is truly a fighting champion as he continues to plow Lx-Tim with everything he has in the tank!

MATT STEEL:
Be that as it may, Lx-Tim can’t be pinned out there! Jerod needs to get Tim in the middle of that ring fast or else that prevailing spirit he has will keep him in the hunt.

During the time Barnez and Lx-Tim lie on the outside floor recovering from their fatigue, the amplification of the crowds volume is exponentially getting higher. Barnez is the first to stir, scaling upward to his knees and shaking off the cobwebs. Jerod reaches a footed base and stands on spaghetti legs, clearly the battle is taking it’s toll on the Supreme XWA Champion. Grabbing his nemesis by the waist, he deadlifts Lx-Tim upward and German Suplexes LX with amazing vigor and vim. The Brooklynite flops back like a slinky and appears to be all but defeated. Jerod waste no time in tossing Tim onto the apron, pushing him before climbing onto the apron. The survival instincts kick in and LX rolls out to the closest apron away from Jerod and The Supreme XWA Champion rolls his eyes in annoyance. The History Maker sluggishly rises to his knees, using the ropes to get to his feet whilst Jerod storms forward with his fist cocked back and loaded with the brass knuckles that Tim scrapped earlier in the match. Jerod launches his fist forward and Tim ducks underneath, going between the ropes to shove his shoulder into the midsection of his nemesis. Jerod lunges forward and Tim using the top rope to jet overhead, flipping over Barnez attempting to Sunset Flip his adversary into a pin. The Supreme One falls back, however rolls afterward and gets to his feet with ease to afterward Dropkick Tim directly in the chest. The Descendant of a God cocks his Brass fitted fist back and Lx-Tim rises to his feet and to the occasion, jutting his leg outward and connecting a fleet-footed Superkick! The Puerto Rican’s adrenaline is at an all time high, smelling blood in the water and grapples Jerod to position him onto uneven shoulders by way of Fireman’s Carry. Lx-Tim steadies himself, afterward expelling all his energy, throwing Barnez overhead and onto the loaded knee pad to nearly decapitate his adversary! The History Maker can’t believe it, he actually pulled the maneuver off. With a lateral press and a hook of the leg, the foggy eyed Puerto Rican listens to each hand struck upon the crimson encrusted canvas in hopes salvation toward supremacy can officially be claimed.

ONE!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEE-------
WHOOOOOOA!

MARK SANCTION:
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? Jerod kicked out! Jerod kicked out!

MATT STEEL:
The Champion just got out by the skin of his teeth!

MARK SANCTION:
You got that right! Lx-Tim almost defeated Barnez the same way Rob Chapman claimed his win over Jerod! The Go To Sleep maneuver used by former stablemate Ace Acid almost came through for him. Tim is bringing all of Elite into this match one way or another, but Jerod’s spirit of a fighting champion just won’t allow him to stay down!

MATT STEEL:
Barnez is one tough son of a bitch! He keeps showing us all why the man is a two time Supreme Champion. It isn’t just his strength or his attitude, it’s also his ability to stay in the fight no matter what happens. What a hell of a match so far!

"LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS! LET’S GO JEROD! LX SUCKS!"

The Australian crowd is positively restless since these two individual superstars continue packing all the heat in their arsenals and others. Lx-Tim’s eyes glaze over and he reflects over everything that has occurred. The deep thought rattles through his head while the fans berate his name, although he couldn’t care less even if he was paying attention to them. His head droops off to the side, breathing oxygen faster than an asthmatic inhales their albuterol. Suddenly, he sees it. The former object of his affections. The Supreme Championship belt of the older design that Barnez carried with him. Clawing his way over, The History Maker stretches his arms outward and gains a hold of the belt. It’s heavier than he remembered, but he imagines it must be the suffering and blood loss affecting him. Sluggishly escalating to a vertical base, his face wells up with aggravation and determination. “Get up, stupido” LX frustratingly screams, hoping to coax Barnez in making a mistake all the while holding the belt ready to destroy his foe. Tim is in complete shock, Jerod actually takes the bait and he rushes forward with belt thrusting forward and POW! The Portrait of Greatness is dropped like a bad habit, for Jerod unrestrainedly smashes the Brass fitted fist across Tim’s skull! The crowd bursts out in unanimous cheers, Barnez being heralded a hero in lynching the Latino down into the canvas. Tossing the Brass Knuckles to the side, Jerod drags Lx-Tim’s bruised body away and places him horizontally on his back facing the turnbuckle. Barnez knows he has almost reached the apex of the Street Fight, all he needs to do is put Tim down for good. The Descendant of a God treks to the turnbuckle, jumping onto the second rope and uses it to hop onto the top, before magnificently Moonsaulting onto Tim...or at least he thought he would as the Puerto Rican somehow rolls away in time! Boos rain down heavy and The History Maker is flustered, scrambling to his feet knowing that things can actually go his way. Barnez clutches his midsection, feeling the affects of the missed Moonsault but knows he can’t dawdle. In the blink of an eye, Lx-Tim lunges out with arms stretched snatching Jerod to savagely Cutter Barnez down onto the older Supreme Championship Belt in the way former Elite member Mark Storey would do! The crowd is distraught from viewing the MAS maneuver executed in success and they don’t want to see what they think they might be witnessing. Lx-Tim scrambles to his feet, running his fingers through his hair and shuffling to the farthest corner. The Puerto Rican stomps his foot into the perspiration filled canvas, adrenaline pumping and tension rising whilst staring down at the XWA Supreme Champion. The crowd are at the edge of their seats, hoping something...anything can halt what is about to happen. The Portrait of Greatness books it and with everything within him, annihilates Jerod with his finishing “Footnote” Punt Kick, causing Barnez to look like he blacked out! Jerod's head protrudes sideways, almost like it's escaping from his shoulders and blood trickles from his forehead. Now there isn’t anything to stop Tim from mounting atop with lateral press. A simple hook of the leg and the Puerto Rican's legs are quivering, all hopes weighing in on this pin fall attempt.

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



DING DING DING!


MARK SANCTION:
NO WAY! IT’S OVER! IT’S ACTUALLY OVER! I can’t believe we are about to hear this…

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Supreme XWA Champion, The History Maker, L! X! TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MATT STEEL:
Jerod has officially been dethroned! XWA has a new Supreme Champion and his name is Lx-Tim! Unbelievable match!

MARK SANCTION:
Sometimes opportunity just knocks on your door and you seize it the way Lx-Tim just did. After everything that has happened, Tim actually did the unthinkable and handed Jerod his second loss in his career to become the champion. What a heck of a night! I still can't believe it!

MATT STEEL:
Believe it, Marky boy! Lx-Tim is our new Supreme XWA Champion! What a historical night!

Charisma by WASP pumps out of the public announcement system and Jack J. Tickles comes in with the latest designed Supreme XWA Championship belt, handing it to the Puerto Rican starlet. The greatest prize in the company is actually in his clutches and he drops to his knees, tearing up and holding it close to his chest. All the scheming, plotting and effort bore its fruits and the result is Lx-Tim adding his name in the history books. The crowd begins chanting “THIS IS BULLSHIT!”, meanwhile Jerod remains lifeless on the canvas. Tim’s wicked smile appears on his face and his cousin Grandeza is now seen on stage with bandages wrapped around his midsection. Grandeza continues applauding and Tim can’t stop laughing, cuing the crowd to boo harder than ever have in their lives! The Portrait of Greatness grabs the other Supreme Championship belt from underneath his arch rival’s head and lays it atop Barnez. “This belt is a relic of the past, just like you” whispers the Puerto Rican into his unconscious foe’s ear. Lx-Tim gets to his feet, raising his Supreme XWA Championship Belt high into the air. “This belt belongs to the new era! MY ERA!” proclaims the Puerto Rican, prompting the crowd to boo and chant “WE ALL HATE YOU”! Lx-Tim eats it all up, drink everything in along with the moment, before dropping down and rolling out of the squared circle. Tim walks up the ramp and is greeted with a hug from his cousin, celebrating the fact that Tim actually managed to do something no one believed he could do. The camera focuses on Jerod, who still isn’t moving. If You Want Blood has proven to be a historical turning point in the careers of Lx-Tim and Jerod Barnez. Where it goes from here is anyone’s guess, but tonight’s show has come to it’s close.

This is Lx-Tim’s world now...and everyone else is simply living in it.


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