Hana Ramierez: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the XWA International Championship!
With Ms. Ramierez’ announcement complete, a string of bells and the loud cry of the trumpets following it raise interest throughout The Phillips Arena. All eyes in the arena are drawn to the entrance ramp as they await the arrival of the white Stretch Lincoln Navigator that emerges from a black curtain leading backstage. A miniature Union Jack flies from both sides of the wide hood and from each corner of the long roof, a light paint job near the rear doors of the vehicle showcasing the flag of the United Kingdom waving in the wind.
Mark Sanction: Ladies and Gentlemen, Mark Sanction here, calling the action solo for the rest night while MadDog prepares for his Main Event match against T.K.
Hana Ramierez: Making his way to the ring first, the champion. Hailing from Manchester, England and weighing in tonight at two hundred and seventy five pounds; he is one half of the XWA Tag Team Champions and the XWA International Champion, Lucas Talbot!
The limousine comes to a stop at the bottom of the ramp and remains still for several long seconds, the fans left starring at the vehicle embroidered with the United Kingdom from end to end. Finally the driver door opens and a man of medium height and build steps forth from the Stretch Navigator, the man easily identifiable by uniform to be the driver moving quickly to the rear of the limousine and opening the door for the occupant seated within. Stepping first to the running board and then door to the floor, Lucas Talbot stares out at the fans filling the American Airlines Arena with a broad grin even as they begin to pummel him with their negativity. Pulling the bowler cap from atop his head with his right hand and allowing the XWA International Championship to slip from his shoulder down to his left, Talbot thrusts his arms out wide; showcasing both himself and his championships, the XWA Tag Team Championship belt draped over his right shoulder, to the worldwide audience.
Mark Sanction: Lucas Talbot has certainly stepped up his game and added to his resume since split from previous ties and "joining forces" with Richard Maxwell, so to say. A dual champion, in all of three weeks.
His ring attire is consistent of his new persona, made up of black tights with the Union Jack flying in the breeze along the backside of his legs, Lucas also dons an expensive looking leather ring jacket to the ring; matching nicely with the bowler hat and the International Championship as he returns them to his head and left shoulder, respectively. Striding confidently toward the squared circle, Lucas keeps a broad smile upon his face as he reaches ringside and ascends the steel steps and enters the ring; Talbot stepping to center ring as “The Song of Success” slowly fades away and he awaits the arrival of his opponent.
Mark Sanction: The key part of this match however, is Drake Dysfunction. Drake has won three big matches straight and it seems that such hard work has certainly been noticed.
Talbot nonchalantly removes his bowler cap and passes it to a technician outside the ring, followed shortly thereafter by his Tag Team Championship belt. As he removes his jacket and tosses it outside the ring as well, the lights in the arena suddenly dim; a sole source of light coming from the entranceway as white smoke begins to billow from the ramp. “Bulls on Parade” by Rage Against The Machine brings a drowning chorus of boos from Drake Dysfunction’s “Peasants” as the man himself, The Demolitionist, steps out from behind the curtain and stands within the curtain of smoke. The stage remains unusually dark however as Dysfunction spreads his legs wide and throws both arms up into the arm with a rock-on symbol displayed by each hand.
COME WIT IT NOW!
Mark Sanction: Wait a second! That's not Drake!
Lucas seems to realize this a moment too late as Trace Demon smiles a broad grin from the ramp as the red pyrotechnics finally give enough light for his face to be seen. Instead, Drake Dysfunction slides into the ring and charges forward; The Demolitionist driving both of his forearms into the back of the International Champion. Talbot is forced forward into the ring ropes by the surprise assault and Drake is quick to continue his sneak attack, driving right hands into unprotected skull of the Englishman. Lucas struggles to fight back and is forced out through the ring ropes to the floor, with Dysfunction following quickly after him as he steps out to the apron.
Mark Sanction: Drake Dysfunction coming out of the gate hard and fast, looking to capitalize on his championship opportunity here tonight. He certainly seems ready to pull out all the stops in order to win the championship!
Leaping just as Talbot returns to his feet, Drake spins himself around in midair and catches the International Champion with a spinning elbow strike to the side of the head. Talbot staggers sideways and drops to one knee, clutching the side of his head as Dysfunction returns to his feet quickly. The Ultimate Deceiver goes right back to work on Talbot as XWA Referee Thomas J Tickles begins to count the ring-out count, Dysfunction driving down vicious fists upon Lucas before pulling him up and tossing him back into the squared circle.
Mark Sanction: Certainly a new vicious side to Drake Dysfunction ever since he’s begun teaming up with Trace Demon. I don’t think we’ve ever seen Drake come out of the gate so violently.
Drake Dysfunction slaps hands with Trace Demon as Dysfunction’s tag team partner strides down the ramp, The Demolitionist sliding into the ring to continue his assault on Lucas Talbot. Drake steps up to Lucas as Britain’s Great Terror rises up to one knee, the challenger driving another stiff shot down across Talbot’s shoulder blades even as Lucas pushes his way up to his vertical base. Dysfunction doesn’t seem concerned as Talbot rises to his full height, standing a full three inches taller than The Giver of Proper Execution. Instead, Drake simply throws his next strike, catching Lucas square in the jaw just before Talbot steps back in and drives a powerful knee into the midsection of his opponent. The strike doubles Drake over for a moment and Lucas takes advantage by thrusting Dysfunction away towards the ring ropes, The Cult of Tomorrow member rolling over the ropes and eliciting a gasp from the fans in attendance as he comes to a sudden halt.
Mark Sanction: Good lord! Drake sent over the top rope and his ankle just got caught up in the top and middle rope! He’s hanging there helpless!
But whilst everyone else looks concerned over Drake wellbeing, Lucas Talbot shows Dysfunction no sympathy. Stepping over to the ring ropes where The Demolitionist hangs, Talbot goes right to work on the trapped and exposed ankle as he begins to twist it and yank it violently. Trace Demon quickly steps around the ring, shouting at the referee to force Talbot away so they can release Drake from the ropes as Dysfunction screams in agony. The high tension of the ropes crushing his ankle mixed with the vicious twisting of the joint cause Drake to cry out louder and louder as Lucas continues to work on the ankle without mercy. Even when Tickles begins counting for a disqualification count, the International Champion milks the count to four and a half before he steps back; if only for a moment.
Mark Sanction: Lucas Talbot certainly showing no mercy on Drake now, especially after being ambushed right off the start of this match. He’s going to make Dysfunction pay now!
The referee steps in to try and free Dysfunction from the ropes but Talbot exits the ring quickly and drops to the floor; Tickles attention drawn away from Drake as Lucas and Trace come nearly face to face. The official warns Demon not to touch Talbot and The King of Demons slowly complies, backing away form the Englishman and granting Lucas the opening to drive a powerful right hand into the side of Drake’s skull. Dysfunction sways from the strike and his ankle racked more within the ropes, The Giver of Proper Execution unable to fight back as Talbot steps forward again; Lucas driving a powerful boot into the side of the skull. Trace Demon steps back in once again, drawing Lucas’ attention just long enough for Tickles to manage to release Drake from the ring ropes; Dysfunction dropping onto the apron with his shoulder blades before falling to the floor and clutching at his ankle.
Mark Sanction: Thank god that the referee managed to free Drake from those ropes, but you have to think that damage may have been done. He’s clutching that ankle and you have to believe that the ankle could very well be broken. Add that to the vicious shots to the skull, Drake isn’t looking in such a bright position any longer.
Lucas and Trace continue to stare each other down as Tickles finally begins the ring-out count, The King of Demons and The International Champion hardly afraid of the other. But Talbot has a point to prove towards Trace Demon, reaching down and pulling Drake shakily to his feet; The Englishman pushes Drake backward before yanking on the challenger’s left arm and pulling him straight into a heavy clothesline that drives The Demolitionist to the floor. Talbot turns back to Trace and tosses him a sinister grin before moving back to the squared circle, Lucas rolling into the ring and back out again to restart Tickles ring-out count.
Mark Sanction: Lucas Talbot and Trace Demon just starring one another down. Neither of these men will give an inch to the other, and I think if Drake’s title match wouldn’t be forfeit here, Trace might just step up and clock Lucas.
Drake struggles to pull himself up to his feet amidst the staredown but his ankle continually gives out on him, Dysfunction stuck on one knee as Talbot grabs him around the neck and tosses him forcefully into the ring. Drake rolls a few times into the squared circle as Talbot continues to smirk at Trace Demon before the International Champion finally steps away and re-enters the ring once again, rising to his feet and going right after Drake as he drives a powerful boot into the face of The Demolitionist. Currently in a seated position, the back of Drake’s skull is driven hard into the canvas; Lucas following up the powerful kick with an elbow drop right into the heart of the challenger. The air is driven from Drake’s lungs as all of Lucas’ two hundred and seventy five pounds slams onto his chest, Talbot smirking as he returns to his feet in an instant and drops the elbow once again into the heart.
Mark Sanction: This is a serious bad position for Drake to find himself in. Yes, he had the advantage early on, but now he’s going head to head with Lucas at his finest. Lucas not only stands taller than Drake by three inches, but he also weighs almost sixty pounds more than him.
Rolling over onto his stomach, Drake struggles to drag himself to the ring ropes and hopefully put some space between himself and the International Champion. Lucas Talbot has no intention of allowing such a thing however, stepping down hard upon the injured ankle and eliciting another massive howl of pain from Dysfunction. Releasing the ankle and grasping Drake around the head, Lucas hauls The Giver of Proper Execution to his feet; Dysfunction hardly able to stand on his injured ankle and only managing to remain on his feet due to Talbot’s grip upon him. Showing his strength advantage over Drake, Lucas scoops Dysfunction up onto his shoulder and begins to slowly parade around the ring with the challenger on his shoulder; Talbot smiling broadly until he turns toward the original corner and finds Trace Demon standing on the ring steps.
Mark Sanction: Lucas Talbot simply toying with Drake at this point, not really taking this championship match seriously at all anymore. He didn’t seem to take it seriously until Trace Demon… Speaking of whom, Trace is climbing the ring steps. This could get intense.
Locking eyes with Trace Demon once again, Lucas drops Drake from his shoulder to the canvas and steps in towards the corner Demon resides just outside of. The King of Demons and The International Champion stare down again, the two competitors completely silent as they size each other up; the match completely forgotten to both as they seem ready to do battle at this very moment.
Mark Sanction: You have to believe that for Lucas Talbot, Trace Demon poses as one of Canada’s finest competitors. With Lucas looking to prove England’s dominance over all other countries, Trace Demon is the perfect man to want to face. Trace, on the other hand, is a completely mystery as always.
The only man who doesn’t seem to forget about the match however, is Drake Dysfunction; the challenger looking to capitalize on the distraction provided unintentionally by his tag team partner. Dysfunction stumbles up behind Talbot and locks Lucas up in a full nelson before the Englishman can react or stop it. But the size and strength advantage of the International Champion and the refusal within Lucas to be embarrassed in front of Trace Demon, Talbot steps forward and blocks the front sweep The Demolitionist had hoped to execute in lieu of hitting his finisher maneuver. Instead, Talbot sweeps his own leg back and lunges backwards; driving Drake into the canvas with a modified “English” leg sweep. With his eyes immediately returning to Trace Demon as he sits up, Lucas grabs Drake around the head and drags the challenger back to his feet as he too rises.
Mark Sanction: Drake wanted to capitalize, but with his injured ankle and the sheer size advantage working against him, I’m not really sure that he can. He’s just had some really sour luck tonight and I’m not sure how much longer he’ll last.
Shoving Drake back into the ropes to his left, Lucas flashes one last stern glance at Trace Demon before he dashes to the ring ropes behind him; Talbot hitting the ropes and charging back with a head full of steam as Dysfunction staggers forward on his bum ankle. Still in a daze from his head crashing against the canvas moments ago, Drake doesn’t have the wherewithal to get himself out of the way of the Running High-Impact Lariat and is driven to the canvas with tremendous force. Talbot rolls himself around and locks eyes with Trace Demon once again as Tickles slides in quickly for the cover, The Phillips Arena conflicted as they watch Talbot go for the victory.
Hana Ramierez: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL XWA International Champion, Lucas Talbot!
Talbot remains atop Drake even as the bell rings, no smile upon his face as his eyes remain locked upon Trace Demon; The King of Demons climbing the last step and climbing through the ring ropes as Lucas climbs back to his vertical base. “The Song of Success” begins to play throughout The Phillips Arena but still Talbot shows no pleased signs of victory, The International Champion coming face to face once more with Trace Demon.
Mark Sanction: That Lariat, the cover, and the win. A valiant try on the part of Drake Dysfunction, but some horrible luck has just ruined his luck and his winning streak. I think the bigger story however, is what do these continued staredowns with Trace Demon mean? Is there a match in the future between these two? What a match that would be!
Handed his International Championship by Thomas J Tickles, Lucas Talbot finally turns away from Trace Demon and moves to the ring ropes. Talbot doesn’t look back as he steps through the ring ropes and drops down to the floor, though he does finally turn his attention back to the ring as he begins to make his way up the ramp. The Englishman’s eyes are cold and focused, but as he backs his way up the ramp, a smile smirk plants itself upon the face of Lucas Talbot. See you soon, Trace Demon.