XWA Legends: Minka Carter vs. A.J. Morales - HELLMOUTH MATCH!

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XWA Legends: Minka Carter vs. A.J. Morales - HELLMOUTH MATCH!

Postby RevolutionJones » Sat Nov 10, 2018 12:52 pm

Partnerships In Ruins. Careers in Jeopardy. Everything At Stake.
The Final Show of the Year, It's...

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LIVE! From The Rogers Centre, Toronto, Canada (53,000 Capacity)
Broadcast exclusively on The Xperience!

Theme Song: "Day of Fate (Unmei No Hi English Cover)" - Paolo Cuevas & Ani Djirdjirian

Hellmouth Match!

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Minka Carter vs. A.J. Morales

DEMONS DEMONS DEMONS DEMONS...no more? Though spending some time away from XWA, when she re-emerged it would have seemed Minka Carter had been cured of her condition. But when someone began messing with the lights during A.J. Morales' matches, no one suspected his former nemesis would be behind it. Now that Carter- apparently fighting between two different personalities- has returned and revealed her master plan against Morales, the Revolution looks to get even with the Mistress of the Snake Strike, trapped inside a huge, metal structure called "The Hellmouth".

Last month these two Faced their Demons...this month, can they CONQUER them?



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Deadline for matches is 26th November 2018 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
Voting will start at this time and conclude on 2nd December 2018 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
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Re: XWA Legends: Minka Carter vs. A.J. Morales - HELLMOUTH MATCH!

Postby RevolutionJones » Wed Nov 28, 2018 3:27 am

Issa cowrite

Stay tuned, this match'll be in hopefully in the next couple days
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Re: XWA Legends: Minka Carter vs. A.J. Morales - HELLMOUTH MATCH!

Postby RevolutionJones » Wed Dec 05, 2018 9:29 pm

UPDATE: Day 3! Give it up for day 3! Somehow STILL not 100% done, but it's getting close. Check in soon.

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We return from commercial with “Day of Fate” blasting over the speakers, but the crowd isn’t in their usual spirits. There’s still a certain quiet, a feeling in the air like something’s lost that will never be found again, and considering what just took place a few minutes ago, it’s not hard to see why.

MARK SANCTION:
Welcome back to Legends, everyone.

MATT STEEL:
God, I still can’t believe all that just happened…

SANCTION:
For those just tuning in, this Toronto crowd just witnessed one of the most heartbreaking endings to any match in XWA history, the end of former Supreme XWA Champion Emery Layton’s career at the hands of her own tag partner, Adam Fenric. She, along with Aki Yasuko and Serena Maxwell, are all currently in the care of on-site medical personnel, and it’s safe to say that, even without the stipulations forcing Layton and Yasuko to retire, none of the Runaways will be having another match here or anyplace else anytime soon.

STEEL:
And that’s not even all the careers that have violently ended tonight! Look at the war Archer and Levinator put each other through with their careers on the line! And the bodies haven’t even stopped piling up yet!

SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, this next match may not have any official wagers on it, but make no mistake, A.J. Morales and Minka Carter want to kill each other. And after a year and a half of faction warfare, sneak-attacks, blackmail, and all manner of dirty tactics exchanged, these two are going to get the chance to do it inside…

Cut to a shot from the ringside floor, looking up at the massive steel structure that’s been hanging over the ring the entire night thus far.

SANCTION:
...the Hellmouth.

STEEL:
Or Hell in a Cell, if you’re not a Buffista.

The show’s theme song fades out, replaced by dark, tense strings as the cell slowly lowers down to the floor. Two referees walk down the ramp as all this is happening, ready to lock the door once the competitors are inside.

SANCTION:
The last time we saw this twenty-foot, five-ton monstrosity descend on an XWA ring, this company was an entirely different world. Legends was a May show, the Gladitorial title was still around, Tempest was wrestling in the cell…

STEEL:
One thing that doesn’t change about this stipulation, though, is that things are going to get ugly once these two get inside the ring. You don’t even think about going in there unless it’s too personal to settle things any other way.

The timekeeper rings the bell to help get everyone settled, and Hana Ramierez gives her announcements from that area instead of the ring like usual.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
The following contest is a Hellmouth match scheduled for one fall! The only way to win this match is by pinfall or submission inside the ring.


“Sick Like Me” by In This Moment hits and the crowd boos at Minka Carter’s entrance theme when suddenly, some vampire servants, pretending to be completely weak… come out carrying vials of blood. They slowly walk down the ramp before Minka herself, dressed as Drusilla from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, steps through the curtains.

RAMIEREZ:
Introducing first...from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 130 pounds…the Cleopatra of XWA and In Your House...MINKAAAAAAAA CAAAAAARTEEEEEEERRRRRRR!

SANCTION:
What in the hell is this?

Minka lays on the edge of the ring as some of the servants pour their “blood” all over her chest.

STEEL:
This… this has to be one of the most bizarre things I’ve ever seen…

Minka opens her mouth allowing two more servants to pour blood into it, giving her more power as she rolls into the ring. Two of the servants roll in with her, Minka biting one in the neck before throwing him down to the ground and then pulling out a stake and stabbing someone near the chest (under the armpit) before the second servant dramatically fake collapses and fake dies.

SANCTION:
What the hell? Was this a ritual sacrifice to make her stronger? Oh god… I don’t know how A.J. Morales can be prepared for this.

“A’right, stop, stop, hold on, hold on, hold on—”



The familiar voice clip hits the PA, interrupting Minka’s music, and the crowd goes wild even before the theme from Buffy the Vampire Slayer kicks in. As usual, the lighting near the stage turns gold, smoke starts hissing from the fog machines, and A.J. Morales’s highlight reel plays on the XtremeTron, but the Revolution himself is slower to walk through the curtain than usual. When A.J. finally does emerge, he’s not looking like himself. For one, he’s chosen a Buffy-inspired set of gear for the night—a black T-shirt that says “A.J. the Diamond Slayer” instead of the usual plain white one, red leather pants instead of black jeans, a long red duster instead of his usual black jacket—but more importantly, his demeanor is completely different. He’s not playing air guitar, he’s not hyping up the crowd, he’s not swaggering in like he usually would. He just slowly walks out onto the stage, barely cognizant of anything happening around him.

RAMIEREZ:
And her opponent, representing Taylor Promotions...from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 187 pounds...he is the SPW Pride Champion, ACM Mexico City Champion, and one-half of the BGDF Yin Yang Champions...the Rawest Wrestler Alive! The Diamond Slayer! THE REVOLUTION! A! J! MOOOOOOORALEEEEEEES!

SANCTION:
Folks, I’ve been calling A.J. Morales matches since his TV debut in the spring of last year. I’ve seen him win, I’ve seen him lose, I’ve seen him completely relaxed, completely incensed, and almost everything between. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look shocked and demoralized like this before.

STEEL:
And I can understand why—I mean, he just had to watch the woman he’s marrying not even three weeks from now lose her career. But he needs to snap out of this now if he wants any chance at defeating Minka.

As A.J. scans the crowd, 50,000 strong, he looks for something, anything that can help him pull himself together, because the last thing these people need to see is him being too focused on holding back tears to wrestle. But then he looks to the ring and sees Minka waiting for him inside the cell, and something changes in his eyes. The water turns to fire, the haze turns to laser-focus, and he clenches his fists and takes a moment to steel himself before he turns to the nearest camera and holds up his fists for us, showing off the symbols on the ring knuckles of his gloves—a red five-point star with “MORALES” written across the top on the right, an interlocking “E.L.” in silver on the left.

A.J. MORALES:
This one’s for you, cielito.

And just like that, he drops his hands and sprints down the entrance ramp, the cameras trying desperately to keep up with him as he goes. As soon as he’s through the Hellmouth’s door, he reaches into the ring, grabs one of Minka’s vampire servants by the robe, and violently yanks him down from the apron before shoving him out the door. The second one follows soon after, and A.J. pulls out a vial of what appears to be holy water from his duster, showing it to the servants in case they get any ideas about stepping in. Minka does nothing to help them, instead tossing her stake aside and tearing away the lower half of her flowing white dress, revealing matching tights and wrestling boots, as she watches A.J. with contempt.

STEEL:
Well, A.J. seems to have snapped out of it, but I still think Minka is the favorite here. Nobody in XWA has ever had A.J.’s number quite like she has, and combined with how she's been able to manipulate him up to this point, she'll be in better position to crush him, physically and mentally, than anybody else could possibly be in this spot.

SLAM! Before the referees can approach to close the door to the Hellmouth, A.J. does the job himself. While they work on locking it shut with chains and padlocks, A.J. goes around the ring to his corner and starts taking off his jacket and title belts as fast as possible, haphazardly placing them all on the apron and throwing the vial in the pile with it.

Once that’s taken care of, A.J. slides in the ring and charges right at Minka. She rushes to meet him, and in an instant, they’re locked up in the center of the ring, grabbing each other’s collars for leverage while they hockey-punch like maniacs. If the crowd wasn’t back in the mood for wrestling already, then they certainly are now, and they chant the one word that’s followed this rivalry longer than any other...

“DEMONS! DEMONS! DEMONS! DEMONS!...”

STEEL:
What the hell is the timekeeper waiting for? The match is already going, ring the damn bell!

-DING DING DING!-

Minka escapes the vicious cycle by raking the eyes of A.J., and he doubles over as the crowd boos Minka for cheating to get the upper hand. Minka responds with a jawbreaker taking A.J. down to the mat. Smirking, she drops down for a quick cover.


1

2

Kickout!

Minka isn’t fazed as she clasps on a sleeper hold, pulling A.J. up with her. A.J. tries to elbow himself out of the hold, but Minka immediately throws down A.J., causing him to land spine first on the mat. Minka cackles with glee as she toys with A.J.

SANCTION:
Whatever split-personality issues Minka was having before—assuming you buy that it genuinely is a split personality—they appear to be gone. She’s in sicko mode tonight, and if A.J. doesn’t stop her, he’ll be out like a light for a week.

A.J. gets to his hands and knees, but Minka kicks him around the ring to keep him grounded. Then, she allows her adversary to stand, only for her to kick him in the gut and drop him with a swinging neckbreaker. Minka hisses at A.J. as she turns him over to make another cover….


1

2

Kickout!!!

STEEL:
Smart strategy by Minka going for these early covers, but it’s going to take a lot more than that to keep A.J. down.

Minka is far from pleased and she directs her attention to the side of the cage. She rolls out of the ring and demands something from one of the vampire servants, who hands her a crowbar. She slithers back in the ring watching A.J. stand up. He does so and she takes a swing right at his head with the crowbar, only for A.J. to duck underneath it and sweep the leg, Mortal Kombat-style, sending Minka facedown to the mat.

SANCTION:
Let’s see if he can take advantage of this opening...

A.J. quickly gets up and grabs Minka’s legs, bending them both back and crossing them in seeming preparation for a Muta lock. But instead of stepping through to complete that part of the hold, he abruptly lifts her legs higher and slams them down, then spits on Minka with clear disdain.

SANCTION:
And now Morales, sending a message with that technique, or lack of it.

STEEL:
One of A.J.’s biggest mistakes last year was trying to show up Minka by getting way more technical in certain spots than he normally would. At least this time he’s learning, even if it might backfire by pissing her off even more.

Continuing with that theme, A.J. starts mercilessly stomping all over Minka, not particularly caring where it lands as long as it gets her somewhere. He then leans forward into a standing elbow drop on Minka’s back and turns her over so she’s face-up, presumably to go for a cover. But instead, he gets back up and starts running towards the opposite side of the ring...

SANCTION:
What’s he thinking here?

As A.J. hits the ropes and starts running back, Minka, for a fraction of a second, gets this look on her face like she has no idea where she is or how she got here. But she doesn’t get much time to ponder it, as A.J. launches into a backflip and crashes down right on top of Minka!

SANCTION:
Standing shooting star press, Jesus Christ!

A.J. hooks the leg for his first cover of the night...

ONE!

TWO—

Minka kicks out just shy of a nearfall, but that doesn’t throw A.J. off for a second. He grabs her by the wrist and lifts her up off the mat...THWACK! A shoot kick to the back. He maintains wrist control, pulls her up a little more...THWACK! There’s another! He keeps it going, forcing her up a few inches more before every THWACK! and keeping her too busy dealing with her disorientation to think of a counter. Once Minka’s in a standing position, A.J. pushes her away, still holding onto that wrist, and pulls her in for a ripcord lariat. It staggers her, and she stumbles back a half-step, trying not to fall, but A.J. doesn’t exactly give her room to breathe. Instead, he goes into a boxing stance and lets his killer instinct take over, setting off a rapid-fire combo of lefts and rights to the face.

STEEL:
See, this is why boxing trainers always emphasize drilling the old 1-2 combo. Get good enough at it, and you can pull something like this off.

As the combo keeps going, A.J. goes for a seeming left hook, only to swipe at Minka’s eye in retaliation for the one she pulled on him earlier. He follows with a right hook, then an actual left hook, before stepping back and making an exaggerated windup…

STEEL:
Quit showin’ off and finish it already!

A.J. rushes in for an uppercut, and Minka, in desperation, counters A.J.’s offense with a low blow, drawing boos from the fans as Minka revels in their reaction. A.J. crumples down to the mat and Minka decides to torture him some more as she locks in a rearnaked choke. A.J. striggles some with the move as he tries to reach for the ropes, but he’s a bit too far. Minka tightens the hold to try to choke him out, but her adversary is far from done as with one desperate lunge, he’s able to grab the bottom rope. Minka reluctantly breaks the hold, but she slithers out of the ring and digs under the apron for a weapon to use. She smirks as she pulls out a trash can. Rolling it back in the ring, she does the same as A.J. begins to stir. Minka is wise enough to knee him in the gut and give him a cutter, sending him face first into the trash can. Minka confidently turns over A.J. and makes the cover…


1…

2....

Kickout!!!

Minka slams the mat in frustration and covers again, hooking the leg.


1…

2…

Kickout!!!

Minka is relentless, covering again, this time hooking both legs!


1…

2…

Kickout!!!

CARTER:
JUST DIE ALREADY!!!

Minka climbs to the top rope, desperate to put A.J. away. She wastes no time going for a moonsault, but A.J. blocks it!!! As she clutches her stomach, trying to get the air back in her lungs, A.J. kips up to his feet and looks down on his opponent with a mocking grin on his face.

MORALES:
WHAT IN THE FUCK WAS THAT, KANYE?

Without even waiting for her to answer, A.J. darts to the same corner Minka just came down from, scaling it with ease, and as he raises his fist to steady himself, the crowd starts building up anticipation…

STEEL:
Wow, A.J., are you mad because Minka did your move better than you ever could? Childish.

Morales finally launches off into a moonsault of his own, twisting in midair before he finally comes crashing down on her with a loud THUD! and immediately hooks the leg. The audience barely has time to react before the ref starts counting...

ONE!

TWO!

THR—


She kicks out!

SANCTION:
Not enough, but still, we haven’t seen Morales do a corkscrew Lantern’s Flight since last Legends! That was insane!

STEEL:
He’s annoying as hell sometimes, but you can’t deny that A.J. is one of the most skilled high-flyers in the world of professional wrestling.

A.J. quickly gets up, hooks his arms behind Minka’s elbows, and uses that leverage to drag Minka back to her feet before she’s ready.

SANCTION:
And now Morales might be thinking double chickenwing here…

As it turns out, though, he’s just thinking he needs to restrain Minka from preventing a knee to the spine, after which he lets her drop to her knees and slaps the back of her head.

MORALES:
C’mon, pendeja, keep up with me!
A.J. gives her a lazy-looking kick to the ribcage, more to provoke her than anything, before he goes off to run the ropes. As he rebounds, Minka rises to her feet, catching his running lariat and redirecting him with an Irish whip. A.J. rebounds off the second rope, leaps back—POW! A.J. hits her right in the mouth with a clothesline!

SANCTION:
And a pendulum El DiaBlade by Morales!

STEEL:
Is it just me, or was that a lot like that Babooshka lariat Emery throws—er, used to throw?

Either way, A.J. goes right for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

THR—


No, Minka kicks out! A.J. looks frustrated for a half-second, but he soon shakes it off and starts a quick ground-and-pound, just to keep Minka dazed. From there, he rolls out of the ring and starts digging around underneath the ring skirt, where he eventually finds a table. He pulls it out, setting it up fairly quickly, then climbs back in the ring, looking for a suplex to take her closer to the ropes. Minka blocks A.J.’s move with yet another desperate low blow from behind. The crowd boos as Minka takes great pleasure in A.J.’s pain. A.J. crumples to the mat again as Minka rolls out of the ring. She reaches under the apron, pulling out a large, Santa sized garbage bag and rolls it into the ring. However, there are no Christmas presents in this bag as the audience is about to find out as she pulls out a trash can lid and immediately smacks him between the shoulders causing him to fall flat on the mat. Minka isn’t done as she pulls out a lead pipe wrapped in barbwire and begins to strangle A.J. with it as she applies a camel clutch.

CARTER:
DIE!!! DIE!!! DIIIIIIE!!!!!!

A.J. however, doesn’t die. He fires a few desperate punches and begins to show some strength, but Minka instead breaks the camel clutch, uses the pipe to pull him up and then nails him with a Russian legsweep driving the pipe into the throat. Minka immediately hooks the leg for the cover….


1…

2…

KICKOUT!!!

Minka gets frustrated, but she crawls back to her bag of weapons. She pulls out a stuffed toy platypus. Her eyes light up and she immediately becomes distracted, falling to her knees, hugging and petting the toy as if it were the real thing. While she’s fawning over this stuffed animal, A.J. slowly rises. A.J. approaches Minka and stops frozen in his tracks, befuddled by what he’s seeing, before charging her. However, Minka stymies him by throwing the stuffed platypus in his face, staggering him long enough to drop him with a swinging neckbreaker!

CARTER:
WHY DID YOU MAKE ME DO THAT???

Minka drops to her knees, cradling the stuffed platypus.

CARTER:
I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…

Minka puts down the stuffed animal and gets extremely angry.

CARTER:
SAVE… THE PLATYPUS!!!!

Minka has had enough at this point, as being “forced” to “hurt the platypus” has driven her off the deep end and leads her into applying the Cleopatra Clutch!

CARTER:
THIS IS FOR MAKING ME HURT THE PLATYPUS!!! DEMON!!!

SANCTION:
This match just keeps getting weirder, but make no mistake, the Cleopatra Clutch is an absolutely deadly maneuver.

STEEL:
And if she’d used the barbed wire pipe at a different angle earlier and gotten the barbs to stick in his throat, this’d probably literally kill him!

A.J., desperate to escape, balls his free hand into a fist and starts hammering down on Minka’s wrist, loosening her grip until he can finally slip his other arm free. Once he has that, he grabs Minka by the ankles and forces his way out of the bodyscissors. He looks around, sees the platypus again, and...picks it up by the tail?

SANCTION:
Oh, don’t tell me he’s gonna go along with this!

STEEL:
Why wouldn’t he? The platypus doesn’t get enough appreciation.

A.J. turns back to Minka and starts dangling the platypus in front of her.

CARTER:
NOOOOOOO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

A.J.’s grin goes from mischievous to absolutely shit-eating as he pulls the platypus back a little.

MORALES:
Oh, I’m sorry, is this yours?

CARTER:
STOP HURTING HIM! GIVE IT BACK!

Minka gets up and starts reaching for the stuffed toy, but A.J. pulls it back. She reaches again, and this time, A.J. flings it over her head and out of the ring with one hand while grabbing her wrist with the other.

SANCTION:
Waitwaitwait—-

Before Minka realizes what’s happening, A.J. shoves her away with his free hand, leaps at her with a slingbla—NO! WAIT! He locks in the chokehold and applies the bodyscissors! They’re both on the ground!

SANCTION:
THE LETHAL PROTECTOR IS LOCKED IN!

Her vision quickly fading, and with no angle she can think of to get out, Minka does the only thing she can think of and shifts her body weight to force A.J.’s shoulders onto the mat for a cover.

ONE!

T—

A.J. lets go of the hold to kick out, and before he can lock it back in, Minka turns around and decks him with an elbow to the jaw. She starts rising to her feet, and A.J. quickly pops up with an uppercut in retaliation. Before long, they’re both on their feet.

CARTER:
DEMON!
Minka elbows A.J. across the cheek, but A.J. stands resolute.

MORALES:
DEMON!

He hits right back with an elbow of his own, to similar effect.

CARTER:
SHUT UP, YOU’RE THE DEMON!

She elbows him again.

MORALES:
BITCH, I AIN’T NO DEMON, I’M THE FUCKIN’ SLAYERRRR!

A.J. tries to superkick Minka, but she sees it coming, catches his leg, then twists him down with a dragon screw. Wasting little time, she steps out onto the apron…

STEEL:
This is why you don’t yell the names of your moves like an anime character.

SANCTION:
Carter looking to go high-risk!

Minka vaults herself up to the top rope, then leaps off looking for a clothesline. But A.J. sees it coming, and he backflips away from Minka, then leaps up and turns himself upside down with an arcing kick that knocks Minka right out of the air.

SANCTION:
And Morales rolls the ball into a Golden Goal! My God, what a counter!

A.J. quickly crawls over and throws himself into position for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THRE—NO!


A.J. sits up after the pinfall and grabs Minka by the hair, pulling her up as he stands. But, Minka comes back with some elbows fighting back a bit. There’s a couple of punches exchanged before Minka comes back to rake the eyes of A.J.. Minka runs away, toward the corner, but A.J. is in pursuit. She’s able to get to the top rope, but A.J. joins her there and starts firing away punches. Minka fights back, but A.J. isn’t giving her an inch as they fight on the second rope.

SANCTION:
You could cut this tension with a knife here! Who’s gonna get the advantage?

A.J. punches Minka in the gut, and she bends over, right into position. If A.J. wanted to, he could hit a spiraling belly-to-belly superplex right here, just like he did in South Africa last year, and it’d probably be every bit as devastating for her now as it was then.

But A.J. doesn’t feel like doing that. What he does feel like doing, as it turns out, is lifting Minka up onto his shoulder, climbing to the top rope, and flinging her out of the ring entirely.

SANCTION:
Ohmygo—

CLANNNNG—THUNK! She hits the Hellmouth’s walls sideways, and from there, it’s a straight hard drop to the floor.

SANCTION/STEEL:
OHHHHHHHHH!
A.J. looks up, out at the crowd, and holds up his index finger as if to say, “This isn’t over yet.” And sure enough, when he goes into a crane stance and kicks the air a couple times, it’s clear to the entire arena what’s coming next.

SANCTION:
Matt, you don’t think he’s actually gonna—

STEEL:
Mark, if you have to ask that question, you don’t know A.J. at all.

Of course, Minka is still on her hands and knees and facing away from A.J., so she has no idea he’s lurking over her. When she finally claws back up to her feet, she doesn’t see him leap from the top rope to the Hellmouth wall, and when the clatter of him rebounding off finally gets her to turn around...WHAPOW! She takes a spinning heel kick right to the face! Down goes Minka! Morales lands flat-out on the mat a split-second later!

STEEL:
WHAT THE FUCK?!

SANCTION:
DIIIIAAAAAMOOOOOOOND KILLEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!

For a few seconds, Slayer and Demon lie on the floor, both recovering from the pain and exhaustion they’ve put themselves through. It’s been go-go-go for so long that neither one’s really had the chance to breathe, and it shows. The crowd, meanwhile, gets all the space they need to scream their feelings out.

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!...”

With no count from the referee to mark the passage of time, A.J. finally stirs after what feels like forever and realizes he needs to capitalize here. As fast as he can, he grabs Minka by the back of her shirt, pulls her up, slots her in under the bottom rope, and makes the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—NOOOOOOO!

SANCTION:
SHE KICKED OUT! SHE KICKED OUT!

A.J.’s eyes go wide, his jaw drops, and he sits up to start arguing the call.

STEEL:
Gotta be quicker than that if you want the pin, A.J.!

SANCTION:
That’s the kick that ended Jack Sabbath’s career, and Minka just kicked out!

Minka slowly sits up, laughing her head off, and takes advantage of A.J.’s distraction to clock him from behind with a forearm. She dishes out a few more, then gets up, spreads her arms wide to the crowd, and soaks in the boos while her hooded servants kneel in worship

CARTER:
MY CONQUEST OF THIS WORLD IS INEVITABLE!

More booing, and Minka laps it up before turning her gaze back to A.J.

CARTER:
YOU CAN’T SAVE IT ANY MORE THAN YOU COULD SAVE EMERY!

Minka keeps on laughing like a maniac, but the way A.J. looks up at her, it’s clear she’s just pressed the absolute worst button on his keyboard of emotions. His lips curl into a sneer, his eyebrows furrow, and if his eyes could turn solid black, they probably would. He shakes with anger, his breaths getting heavier, until finally...

MORALES:
GRAAAAAAH!

Like a jaguar from a cage, A.J. pounces, laying Minka out with his patented spear the 94 Blitz. But instead of going for a cover, A.J. just starts losing his shit and punching Minka in the face, screaming at her the entire time.

MORALES:
STUPID—FUCKING—PSYCHO—SELLOUT—TRAITOR—DEMON! DEMON!! DEMON!!!

A.J. keeps punching and punching, screaming “DEMON!” like it’s some kind of psychotic mantra...but then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees that stake from the start of the match. He stops and stares at it, transfixed, and the burning anger in him seems to shift temperatures. He leaves Minka where she is and goes over to it…

SANCTION:
Uhh...is A.J. OK there?

STEEL:
People don’t get that pissed off and then suddenly go calm like that unless something's seriously snapped inside their brain. This is gonna get ugly fast.

A.J. picks up the stake, looks at it, feels the bottom of it...oh, hey, this is pretty flat. He puts it down on the mat, steps back, and sure enough, it stays upright. He smiles to himself ever so slightly, and then he turns back towards Minka, who’s just now getting up to her feet again. Minka tries to rush him, but he just knees her in the stomach, causing her to double over. He grabs her by the jaw, pulls her up so she’s looking right into his eyes. She doesn’t see the fire from before, only ice, and he coldly tilts his head to the side...

MORALES:
Bored now.

He grabs her by the hair, strafes around so she’s directly in front of the stake, then forces her into powerbomb position, lifts her up, and lets her hang upside down from his shoulders.

SANCTION:
Oh my God, he’s gonna kill her!

STEEL:
He’s gonna get them both impaled with that thing if he’s not careful!

The crowd flares up with noise, but they have no idea how to take what they’re seeing. A.J., on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants to take, namely one step through with his left foot, restraining Minka’s arm.

SANCTION:
For Christ’s sakes, A.J., you’re better than this! Don’t do it!

A.J. steps through with the other foot, ready to take the plunge. However, at the last second, Minka counters with a headscissors, taking A.J. over the stake and back down to the mat. A.J. staggers to his knees, but Minka drops him with a shining wizard to take him down.

SANCTION:
And Carter averts disaster, but I don’t think that’s gonna be enough for Morales here.

STEEL:
That man has gone off the fucking deep end. And in theory, I like him embracing that instead of trying to play to the fans, but if he’s gonna do it like this...

Minka sees the stake on the mat and has a sick smirk on her face as she picks it up.

STEEL:
Wait, wait, what’s thi—

A.J. gets to his knees and Minka goes to stab him right in the face, but A.J. blocks it by grabbing her wrists.

SANCTION:
OH MY GOD, NO!

The pair struggle for a bit, but Minka is still able to dig the stake in and drag it across A.J.’s forehead, with the stake slicing him open. A.J. rolls away in pain and something appears to come over Minka as her eyes widen in shock at what she just did and drops the stake…

SANCTION:
Jesus Christ, who told these two to stab each other? This is a wrestling match!

STEEL:
That’s EXACTLY why A.J. never shoulda tried to impale Minka like that. One, Derrick Jedi does that move better, but more importantly, when you escalate the violence like that in this type of match, that is a free pass for the other wrestler to do the same thing to you. A.J. talks about “energy” so much, he should know this already.

A.J., on the other hand, sees this and rolls his eyes. Really? This act again? He didn’t buy it last time, so why the hell would he now? Actually...now that he thinks of it, why should he care why she’s doing it? All it really is is a golden opportunity for payback, and with Minka off in her own head


[A.J. retreats, charges a Liberator-with-stake]
NO!!!! Minka counters with the SNAKE STRIKE!!!!! Minka cackles out loud, the crowd confused as she was looking very remorseful just moments ago.

CARTER:
YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR THE HEART, YOU STUPID BITCH! HAHAHAHAH!

Minka drops down, confidently making the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—WHAT?!



CARTER:
FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!!

A.J.

[PUNCH PUNCH PUnch, ohhhh fuck, A.J. can’t delay the sell anymore]
[Both down]

[Minka gets up first and does her thing]
[Set up for the snake venom…]

But just before she can toss the venom in his face, a hand reaches in and restrain her—not A.J.’s, not the referee’s, but Minka’s.

As the crowd goes into shock and confusion, Minka grits her teeth, anguish in her eyes, holding onto her left wrist with all the strength she can muster, and with one step at a time, moving like there’s a windstorm trying to push her in the opposite direction, she forces herself to the edge of the ring, lets her arms hang over the edge of the apron...and drops the bottle.

KSSSSSH! The glass breaks, and the venom spills out all over the apron and onto the floor.

Minka stumbles away, still holding onto that hand, before she looks around and realizes all the hooded .

CARTER:
GET OUT!


CARTER:
GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!!!



CARTER:
YOU DON’T CONTROL ME! I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS!

Minka wanders back towards the center of the ring, and as A.J. watches her, holding a turnbuckle pad he undid to his forehead to try and stop the bleeding, the epiphany hits him all at once. All this time, ever since these arguments with herself started, A.J. thought it was another layer of her act. But now he knows the old Minka, the one who was here when he first showed up, is in there somewhere...

CARTER:
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

...and if he’d gone through with what he wanted to do just a minute ago, he wouldn’t have truly conquered the demon. He’d have taken her only chance at redemption away, and in the process, he would have let his own demons turn him into everything he’s supposed to stand against.

But maybe, just maybe, he can still make this right.

A.J. grabs the ropes and slowly pulls himself to his feet, approaching Minka as she keeps wandering, but not getting too close just yet.

MORALES:
Oh my God...Minka, I’m so sorry…

Minka finally looks up at A.J., pain and desperation in her eyes.

CARTER:
Please...help me...

A.J. looks around, not quite sure what to do or say.

CARTER:
PLEEEEASE!

Minka starts clutching her head in agony, and A.J. recognizes what’s happening in her head. There’s a war up there for control, and neither he nor Minka can afford the wrong side winning.

MORALES:
I only know one way, but...

A.J. approaches Minka cautiously, and when he gets close enough...

MORALES:
Bacon!

SMACK! He chops Minka right in the chest, and the crowd lets out a loud “WOOOO!” She doesn’t fall, or react all that much, really.

STEEL:
Wait, what the hell is he doing now?

A.J. winds up again...

MORALES:
Dallas Cowboys!

SMACK! Another “WOOOO!” from the crowd. Minka’s still not responding.

SANCTION:
I think...I think he’s trying to bring out the demon!

STEEL:
What?! Is he crazy?

A.J. winds up a third chop...

MORALES:
Emery’s better than you!

SMACK! “WOOOO!” Still nothing, and A.J. looks around like he can’t believe what’s happening.

MORALES:
Uhh...fuckin’...

He stops to think of something, anything that might set the demon off, and finally, he gets an idea.

MORALES:
Parker Abrams!

A.J. moves to chop Minka again, but she suddenly spits in his eyes, stalling him a bit… and then she grabs his head and drives him into the mat with an STO.

CARTER:
YOU WILL NEVER BE FREE… WEAK… HUMAN… BITCH!!!

Minka then proceeds to reach into her big bag of weapons one last time, pulling out a light tube. A.J. gets up and Minka shatters it over his spine before connecting with a double knee backbreaker! Minka covers again!


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2

KICKOUT!!!

A.J. himself looks like he has no idea how he just did that, and as he presses his hand against his back to try and stifle the pain, Minka starts clutching her own hair in frustration.

CARTER:
WHY WON’T YOU DIE???

Minka goes back to the weapons bag and pulls out a kendo stick, but when she goes back and swings it down at A.J., he rolls to the side and avoids it, then grabs the stick, wrenches it away, and swings it at her legs, causing her to fall over. He swings at her a few more times, still not getting up, before he just tosses the stick aside and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH—KICKOUT!

In a fit of rage, the demon gets up, grabs A.J. by the hair, and Irish whips him towards his own corner. He crashes in there back-first and slides down, and as Minka drops to one knee and pays the cost of that surge, A.J. realizes where he is. He turns over, sees his duster, and starts reaching in there for something that just might do the trick...

Just as he turns back to face Minka with the vial he needs, she starts running at him, looking to throw an elbow. Without even thinking, he forces himself to kip up to his feet, and—BAM!

SANCTION:
FUCKIN’ SLAYERRRR!

The superkick hits Minka right in the jaw, and as she reels back, A.J. takes that holy water and swings the vial at her, splashing holy water all over her face. She immediately reels from it, screaming in pain, immediately putting her hands up to shield herself.

CARTER:
MY EYES!!!!! MY EYYYYYYYYES!!!!!!!!!

Minka, completely blinded, staggers around the ring, and as A.J. comes down off the apron and starts looking around, he sees it. The table from earlier, the one that’s just been sitting there for however long not getting broken. He looks down at his left hand, clenched into a fist, and then at Minka, then the table, the fist, Minka, table, fist...wait a minute! That’s it! He kisses his fiancée’s initials on his left ring knuckle and backs up until he’s at the Hellmouth’s wall, bracing himself for the risk he’s about to take…

SANCTION:
Wait, wait, wait...is he thinking THAT move?

STEEL:
You mean the Raynmaker? He hasn’t even tried for that since—oh...OH...

As soon as he thinks Minka’s in the right spot, he takes off, running right towards the table. He leaps up onto it with one jump, switches directions as he makes a second to the top rope, then he leaps off that, reaches as far as he can for Minka’s neck, and...

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For a moment, Minka whips back up and stands up straight, but then her eyes roll back in her head, she goes limp, and with a THUD! heard and felt even in the back rows of the upper deck, the demon falls back and hits the canvas.

SANCTION:
PRIKASAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Whatever Matt Steel’s response is, we don’t quite hear it, but we do hear him slam his headset on the desk and start yelling in clear disbelief. Even louder is the Toronto crowd, a good chunk of whom stand up and start going crazy. And all the while, A.J. slowly crawls over and lays an arm across Minka...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

-DING DING DING!-

It’s over.

RAMIEREZ:
And your winner, by pinfall…THE REVOLUTION! A! J! MOOOOOORALEEEEEES!

A.J. rolls off of Minka, and once again, it’s just the Slayer and whatever’s left of the demon lying there on the canvas, covered in blood, while “Reverse This Curse” by Escape the Fate blasts over the PA and the Hellmouth slowly rises back up to the ceiling. Matt Steel, meanwhile, finally puts his headset back on.

STEEL:
That was...I mean, Christ, that might have been the bloodiest match of the year!

SANCTION:
Well, we were promised a war. We were promised an apocalypse. But I don’t think anybody expected this rivalry to end in an exorcism.

[A.J. needs help getting out]

Minka groggily rises, still feeling some of the sting in her eyes. She realizes where she is, and she does her best to try to stand up. She’s able to get up, but immediately stumbles to her knees. Medical help comes out for her. She tries her best to reject it, trying to stand up again. However, she collapses to the mat, causing the EMT’s to scramble and call for a stretcher. Minka is unresponsive as she’s loaded onto the stretcher and wheeled up the ramp, as the fans even start cheering for her.
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