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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 17:03:41 GMT -5
Before the cameras go LIVE, fans in the arena are treated to a a pre-show matchup. The last of them features Lorelei Pfligersdorffer going up against local star The Suede Fox.
They tieup and Fox goes right to work on the left arm, starting with an arm wringer then slipping right into a top wristlock, taking Lorelei down with a back heel trip. Fox with the wristlock on tight but Lorelei slowly manages to twist out of it on the mat and reverse into an arm wringer of her own, keeping Fox on the canvas. The two trade some basic holds for a few moments until they get back to their feet again. Lorelei tries to shift into an armbar but Fox goes downstairs with a knee to the abdomen! Fox lands some hard forearm strikes then whips Lorelei into the ropes, flooring her with a back elbow to the jaw! Fox stomps her a couple times then drags her onto her feet and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, leading to a 2-count. Lorelei pushes herself up and Fox clamps on a side headlock but Lorelei counters with a backdrop, spiking Fox on the back of her head! Fox staggers back onto her feet but Lorelei catches her with a sunset flip, snagging a quick 2-count! Both women scramble to their feet but Lorelei catches her in a side headlock, taking Fox back down to the canvas again. Lorelei working a very simple match as she maintains the upper hand.
Fox manages to fight her way back onto her feet again, driving her elbow into Lorelei's midsection a few times to break the hold. Fox rushes at the ropes, bouncing back with a springboard toe kick that floors Lorelei! Fox goes for the cover, getting a 2-count only. She drags Lorelei up and lands a couple shots across the back then sets her up for a suplex but Lorelei blocks it! Fox goes for the suplex again but Lorelei blocks a second time then counters into a sloppy-looking suplex of her own! Fox pops up and Lorelei floors her with a back elbow, then bounces off the ropes and lands a glancing blow with a clothesline attempt. Fox stumbles a little and walks right into an inside cradle, getting a 2-count. She hustles back onto her feet but Fox beats her to the punch with a shot to the midsection. Fox whips her into the turnbuckle with some serious velocity then charges in after her but Lorelei gets a foot up into her face! Fox stumbles backwards and Lorelei hops up onto the second rope, connecting with a flying crossbody! Fox pushes herself up quickly but Lorelei hits a jawbreaker that drops her down onto one knee. Lorelei moves fast and scores with a vicious DDT then makes the cover, picking up the 3-count and the win!
Winner: Lorelei
Lorelei rolls off the cover, sitting there on the mat while the fans applaud. Many in the crowd are aware of who she is and show their support as the referee helps her back onto her feet and raises her arm victoriously. Lorelei smiles and gives everyone a wave before she climbs out of the ring and makes her way up the ramp, disappearing backstage.
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A few moments later, the LIVE feed starts rolling and the pay-per-view event begins with the official FULL THROTTLE signature.
The cameras then cut to an elevated shot from inside the arena, giving everyone at home a good look at the screaming masses of wrestling fans in attendance. The crowd is cheering their heart out as some wave signs and XHW merchandise, while others jump up and down and try to attract the camera's attention. It abruptly cuts to a tracking shot following a pair of fireworks flying down from the ceiling straight toward the FULL THROTTLE set, setting off a huge explosion of pyro from both sides of the stage! The sound is deafening inside the arena as we cut to a floor shot of the commentator's table where George, Paige and Kingston are ready to kick off the show!
George Daniels: Welcome everyone, to FULL THROTTLE!
Another big explosion of pyro erupts from the stage, drawing even more cheers from the fans.
George Daniels: Hello everyone, I'm George Daniels and alongside me are my broadcast partners Paige Dailey and John Kingston! And we're coming to you LIVE from the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan where we're going to find out who will become the 2014 Mr and Ms XHW!
John Kingston: Two weeks ago, the General Manager made the announcement that the Ms XHW Finals would be a three-way dance between two former Ms XHW winners and the current undisputed women's champion! There's a lot of bad blood between those three women and it's all gonna come to a head tonight as Dakota Burrows, Ruby Red and Syren compete to become Ms XHW!
George Daniels: On the other side of the coin, we've got four determined men who are all gunning for the chance to become Mr XHW. Alex Homme will go one on one with former Mr XHW Neon in a semi-finals matchup, while Envy takes on Jaime Flawless in the other. And the winners will move on to the finals!
We get a graphic for another match...
Paige Dailey: In addition to that, we've got a street fight between Howell and the recently returned Josh Taylor! These two have been at each other's throats for weeks and tonight, they'll settle the score once and for all!
George Daniels: It's one of the most stacked shows we've had in a long time and it only gets bigger with our main event. It's a triple threat bout with the undisputed championship at stake as the chaotic Mister Jingles defends against "Hellraiser" Mike Hoss and the Baron of Brilliance, Alex Andrews!
John Kingston: What you MEAN to say is, tonight is the night that Alex Andrews adds the crown jewel to his career by becoming the undisputed champion!
Paige Dailey: He'll need to get by two of the most destructive forces in the XHW to do it though!
George Daniels: We've got all that and a whole lot more as Tuesday Night RIOT starts RIGHT NOW!
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There was no music, two women were staring at one another across the ring. Syntessa was in the ring with her opponent, the young and ambitious Chun-Li Cherryblossom. Syntessa was dressed for action, tight crimson wrestling shorts clung to her posterior and her sleeveless crop top and boots were of the exact same color. She was, in a word, perfect. The crimson outfit would have done wonders for anyone… but this was Syntessa Kole. She was Divinity Defined, and she was doing wonders for that outfit. The referee took a look between the two women and then signaled for the bell.
Chun-Li moved first, charging forward to nail a clothesline. Syntessa, however, was no rookie and saw it coming from a mile away. Ducking under the attack, Syntessa stepped back as the rookie rebounded off the ropes. Leaping up into the air Chun-Li was looking for another clothesline but instead she went right into a Dasvidanya! The young talent went down like a ton of bricks and Syntessa went for the cover and picked up the quick three count.
Winner: Syntessa Kole
There was no cheer at first, just silence. The crowd was there, in their seats and ready for a first match of the evening. This, however, hadn’t been a match. The crowd let out a cheer however, as the sound of the General Manager’s theme filled the speakers and Vincent Hubbard stepped through the curtain.
Vincent Hubbard: Syntessa Kole...you know, I was sitting backstage getting my pre-show pedicure when I happened to remember you'd be out here tonight. In fact, you've been in and out of my office so often that people are beginning to talk. Not that I mind that sort of thing but when it comes to business, everyone knows I'm as serious as a heart attack. Which brings me to you, because everyone here knows EXACTLY why you've been out of action these last couple months. Simply put? You pissed all over this company. And I refuse to let you do that again.
The crowd cheered again and Syntessa was in the ring shaking her head at the General Manager. Vincent walked back and forth on the stage for a moment before speaking again.
Vincent Hubbard: HOWEVER...we have made some progress, haven't we? I presented a sizable list of conditions...and you countered them with some of your own. Now we've all had our lawyers all over these contracts and it seems like everything's in order. That is, except for one little problem...I just don't want you here. That’s the truth of it, Syntessa. I gave you every opportunity and you spit it right back in my face! But the powers that be? They're urging me to at least attempt to make this right. Now I'm a man of my word. And you've won your little match here, which means you'll get the Tv time you're due. But with it comes a couple stipulations...
Syntessa was staring at the GM with anger and hatred. She ran her fingers through her lustrous hair and held out her hand for a mic. Vincent, however, spoke quickly.
Vincent Hubbard: No, no...you don't need a mic right now. Because nothing you say will change any of this. You need to understand that even though we're playing ball with each other, I'm the one who makes all this work. So on the next Riot, I'll be out there to make a small announcement. And I suggest you pay close attention, because what I have to say will be directly related to what it is that you'll need to do in order to earn a spot on the main roster. That is what you want, isn't it?
Syntessa’s mic was in her hand now, but apparently it wasn’t on. Vincent just shook his head.
Vincent Hubbard: Be patient, Syntessa. Afterall, you've waited this long right? What's one more week? And don't worry. I promise that the conditions for your return won't be...too ridiculous. I'll see you next week, Synny...
He turned and started to head back through the curtain, but then turned around.
Vincent Hubbard: Oh, and Synny? Have a nice day!
The crowd cheered as the General Manager headed backstage, leaving the livid and luscious Syntessa Kole fuming in the ring...
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"Real American" begins as Lucas Armada steps through the curtain. He throws his arms up to a warm reception from a crowd anxious to see more from this impressive newcomer. Carmen Lewis says:
Carmen Lewis: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Flag Match! To win, one competitor must break the flagpole of his flag on the other.
The camera fades from Lucas to the ring. A Rainbow flag and an American flag hand within arms reach in it's center. We fade back to Armada as Carmen continues.
Carmen Lewis: Coming to the ring first, representing the greatest country in the world... ever... The United States of America. Standing six foot six, weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty five pounds. From Fort Worth, Texas... LUCAS ARMADA!!
Armada throws a fist in the air at the mention of his name as he walks down the ramp. At the same time, red pyros go off on the stage. Followed by white ones, then naturally, followed by blue ones. They continue to go off as Armada rounds the corner and climbs up the ringsteps. Lucas steps into the ring and jumps to the middle turnbuckle of the nearest corner. He plays to the crowd as his music fades and his pyros stop.
"Smaller God" starts and Alexander leaps out from behind the curtain to a loud, but mixed, reception. Raul slowly follows behind him. He smiles that million dollar smile as he crosses back and forth on the stage, playing to the crowd.
Carmen Lewis: And now, representing The LGBT Alliance. From Parts Unknown, but residing in Beverly Hills, California. He is six feet eleven inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds... The Best Looking Man on The XHW Roster... ALEXANDER!!
Alexander blows a kiss to the camera as he slaps high fives on his way down the ramp. Raul simply follows him and keeps his eye on the crowd. The two round the corner to ringside, Raul skips past Alexander. He jaunts up the steps, then sits on the middle rope, holding it open for his boss. Alexander steps into the ring and smiles at Lucas Armada before jumping the middle turnbuckle the nearest corner. Alex throws his arms up and the fans are decidedly louder than they were for Armada. Without losing that trademark smile, Alexander shrugs in Lucas' direction as his music fades.
George Daniels: And here we go, the first match of Full Throttle and we have a Flag Match!
John Kingston: Why, well, that's a little unclear. But here it is.
George Daniels: If you paid attention on XHW.com, John, you'd know that Armada and Alexander have a gentleman's wager.
Paige Dailey: I assume "gentleman" is a term used loosely here?
The ref sends each man to a corner then calls for the bell. Right away, Armada goes for his flag. Alexander catches him with a weak, but effective, spear. Armada rolls away, but Alexander is on top of him. Alex is a flurry of punches as he pummels Lucas into his corner. All it takes is one good block, which Armada manages to get. He follows up with a headbutt that staggers Alexander backward. Armada comes out of the corner and hits a DDT that flips Alexander over onto his back. Lucas reaches up and has a little trouble with the fastening. Alexander uses the busy Armada to steady himself as he gets to his feet. He lands a shot on the back of Armada's neck, but Lucas spins and puts and elbow into Alexander chops. Armada goes right back to the flag.
George Daniels: Lucas Armada is definitely vicious enough for XHW.
John Kingston: Alexander brought a little fight right out of the gate, Armada has his eyes on the prize. You gotta respect that.
Lucas pulls his flag down and turns to bring the pole down on Alexander. Alex rolls away. Lucas tries again, Alex rolls under the bottom rope out of the ring. The fans pop and Alex points to his head. The universal signal for: "HA! Smart! Gotcha!" Armada just smiles and brandishes the flag before motioning Alexander back into the ring. Alexander goes under the ring and pulls out a chair, he fakes sliding in one way, then slides under the rope on the other side of the corner. Alex gets to his back before Armada turns and brings the flag down. Alex blocks it with the chair!
John Kingston: It's like some kind of bizzaro Captain America.
Alexander throws the chair at Armada, it hits him and he drops his flag. Alexander hops up and grabs him, quickly executing an Irish Whip to the ropes. Armada returns and Alexander hits a bicycle kick! Armada goes to the mat, then quickly out under the bottom rope. He regroups for a moment while Alexander goes to unfasten his flag. Armada slaps the apron then slides back in. Alexander stops fiddling with the flag and goes on the defensive. Unfortunately, it isn't fast enough and Armada hits him with a clothesline. The bigger Alexander is staggered, but he doesn't go down. Lucas goes to the corner, he climbs the turnbuckle and quick comes off the top with a flying clothesline. This one puts Alexander to his back. Armada grabs his flag, letting Alexander shake the cobwebs out. He waits as Alex slowly rolls to his stomach. Raul hops onto the apron, Armada turns without a second though and CLOBBERS him with the flag! Raul falls to the ring then to the floor! Armada turns and Alexander is on a knee, Lucas brings the flagpole down. Alexander catches it! There is a brief tug-o-war, Armada pulls hard, Alexander lets go, Armada falls to his rear end! Alex hops up and yanks his flag down! Armada hops to his feet and what follows is the equivalent of a Jedi battle interpretation of The Gay Rights Struggle. Armada and Alexander sword fight around the ring, The American Flag clashing with The Rainbow Flag over and over again. In various visually pleasing ways.
John Kingston: HA! What a way to kick off Full Throttle!
Armada ends it all with a swift kick to Alexander's gut. Alex doubles over and drops his flag. Armada puts his across Alexander's back! Alexander winces in pain as he quickly straightens up. Armada spins then slaps the flag against Alexander's midsection! Alexander holds his ribs as Lucas brings the flag back and delivers a powerful shot to Alexander's forehead! The flag pole snaps! Alexander falls to the mat! The ref calls for the bell!
Winner: Lucas Armada
George Daniels: What a way to start things off! This one was a barnburner!
Paige Dailey: Or a slobberknocker, right? Look, I'll admit, I was impressed. But please don't use made up words.
John Kingston: Alexander has rolled out of the ring and he's approaching us over here guys... Hey, Alexander, what can I do for you?
Alexander grabs a microphone off the table.
John Kingston: Please, help yourself.
"Real American" plays as Armada is about halfway up the ramp. Alexander holds the microphone up to his lips as he walks toward Raul.
Alexander: Lucas... Lucas... Hold on a second.
Armada stops and slowly turns toward the ring. His music fades out.
Alexander: First off, congrats. I should have thought this was one of your matches. That's fine. We put on one Hell of a show, am I right?
Alexander breathes heavily into the mic as the crowd cheers.
Alexander: See? Why don't we go double or nothing... I've got ten grand here, well, Raul has ten grand of mine in his pocket. What do you say you come back to the ring, we make have this guy count the three, but we make it a No DQ match? I know you don't have any pockets in your unitard, but I know you're good for it! C'mon, what have you got to lose?
Armada thinks about it for a moment, Alexander rouse Raul enough to have him hand a wad of cash over. Alexander rolls into the ring and holds the money up, then hands it to the referee. The ref isn't sure what to do.
Alexander: Up and up, see? C'mon!
Armada shrugs his shoulders and turns around Alexander smiles and gets ready. As Armada slides under the bottom rope, the bell rings again!
George Daniels: I'm not sure what just happened, but it looks like we've got an impromptu No DQ match!
Alexander charges and clobbers Armada with the microphone! The THUD, followed by feedback, echoes over the P/A for only a moment. But long enough to pierce the eardrums of everyone in attendance. The mic is cut and Alexander continues to use it as a weapon, holding Armada's head, he brings it down a number of times before releasing Lucas. Armada rolls away, but Alexander throws the microphone at him, then picks up his flag. Alexander waits as Armada gets to his feet, then brings the flag down snapping it over Lucas' head with one brutal shot!
John Kingston: Alexander is getting a little back!
Armada holds the back of his head as he shakes the cobwebs out. Alexander nears him and he drives a shoulder into Alex's midsection. Alexander falls into the corner, Armada hops up and follows him in. He sets Alexander up quickly, then hits Armistice! Lucas drops and hooks Alex's leg. The ref slides in but Armada only gets a two count! Immeditately, Lucas goes to Alex's legs and locks him in Decompression! Alexander fights, the referee checks, but he refuses to tap! Alexander gets up on his hands and starts to walk on them toward the ropes. Armada wrenches down, putting Alex's chest back to the mat. Alexander is close, he reaches and gets a hand on the bottom rope! But there are No DQs! Alexander uses the ropes to pull himself up. Armada can't force him down and Alex uses all his strength to flip Armada to the mat!
Paige Dailey: A show of strength by the former XHW champion!
Alexander has to use the ropes to get his legs back under him but he does. Armada charges back in but Alexander lifts a boot in desperation! Armada goes to his back! Alexander falls into the corner, then starts to climb the turnbuckle. The fans go crazy as Alexander steadies himself on the top, the he flips off! Hitting Armada with his "Dream Big" moonsault. Alexander hooks the leg but only gets two. Alexander stands and Armada grabs him, rolling him up into a School Boy. The ref slaps two and Alexander rolls Armada over. Another two count and Armada flips the tables again, this one doesn't get to two when Alexander flips it back. Another short count and Armada kicks out! The two separate for a moment, get to their feet, then lock up. Armada uses his quickness and gets behind Alexander quickly launching him up with a German suplex. He releases and Alexander sprawls across the mat. Alex is slow to get to his feet, but Lucas doesn't mind helping him up. Armada lands a couple of punches, but Alex blocks the kill shot. Alexander kicks Armada in the gut, then slings him like a rag doll hitting a SICK Ugly Proof powerbomb. An exhausted Alexander drops onto Armada, the ref slides in: One... Two... Three! Armada kicks his shoulder up a millisecond before the final count!
Winner: Alexander
George Daniels: Well Alexander drops a win, then picks it right back up!
Paige Dailey: What just happened here?
John Kingston: A "Gentleman's Wager", right George?
George Daniels: I guess so!
Alexander smiles as he walks backward up the ramp, staring at the frustrated Armada, still in the ring.
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Carmen Lewis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a semi-finals match in the Mr XHW tournament!
The drumbeats and guitar play as the song 'Loaded' is being played. Purple and neon green strobe lights speed through the arena. Neon races out onto the stage in his usually paint covered attire and begins flicking paint about and hopping around and gyrating to the music and spits colored water out into the air.
Carmen Lewis: Introducing first hailing from Los Angeles California… Weighing in at 171 pounds… Neon!
Neon runs to the ring and slides in through the bottom rope and stands up and looks out at the crowd. He runs to the turnbuckle and stands on the top rope and holds up an 'X' with his arms and hops off while running to the other turnbuckle across from him and jumps on the second rope cross legged while holding his arms out.
The lights flicker as "I'm Alive" by Disturbed starts up over the PA system with the line "You'll never take me alive. I'm alive!" The Hardkore Icon steps out through the curtains to thunderous cheers from the fans. Homme walks to each side of the stage and gives his now famous left hand punch into the air.
Carmen Lewis: And his opponent… hailing from Sacramento California and weighing in at 269 pounds… He is The Hardkore Icon… Alex Homme!
Alex slowly walks to the ring before stepping up the steps and into the ring. Homme runs to each turnbuckle and throws his left fist into the air. He hops down and stares across the ring at Neon who is bouncing back and forth on his feet and Alex gives a slight nod to the Rainbow Warrior. The referee points to both men and then signals for the bell.
George Daniels: Oh man is this gonna be a good one. There is the bell and we are ready to roll folks.
John Kingston: And I don’t think we will get much out of Paige in this one since Alex Homme is in the ring.
The bell sounds and Neon sprints across the ring at Alex Homme going for a closeline. Homme ducks out of the way and delivers a thunderous haymaker to the jaw of Neon as he turns around that sends him back into the corner. Alex connects with several punches and then irish whips Neon across the ring into the opposite corner and follows him in but Neon runs up the turnbuckle and backflips over Alex. Neon lands on his feet and dropkicks Homme in the back sending him face first into the top turnbuckle. Neon rolls away as Homme turns around clutching his jaw and Neon rushes back in, leaps up and delivers a body splash on the Hardcore Icon in the corner. Neon then grabs Alex around the neck, runs out and drops him face first into the mat with a bulldog. Neon goes for the cover but Alex kicks out at only 1. Neon quickly gets to his feet and waits as Alex sits up. Neon races towards the ropes and bounces off but Alex quickly gets to his feet and catches Neon coming off with a spinebuster. Alex goes for the cover but only gets a two count. Homme pulls Neon to his feet and drives a fist into his ribs and then an elbow to the side of his head sending him into the ropes. Alex irish whips Neon against the opposite ropes and then drops him face and chest first into the mat with a flapjack. Alex then hops up, bounces off the ropes and drives an elbow into the small of Neon’s back. Alex rolls Neon over and hooks the leg but once again only gets a two count.
George Daniels: Alex Homme is in complete control of this match now after an early flurry from Neon. But it will take more than that to put down the Rainbow Warrior John.
John Kingston: Damn right George. Paige, you ok down there?
Paige Dailey: Shhh!
John Kingston: I think she may need a bib George.
Homme pulls Neon up by his hair and tosses him into the corner. Alex hops up onto the second turnbuckle and begins raining down punches to Neon’s temple. The crowd begins counting along with the XHW Hall of Famer but as he reaches eight Neon hooks both his arms underneath Alex and walks a few steps out and drives Homme into the mat with a powerbomb. Neon collapses down to his hands and knees as he tries to gain his bearings. He then crawls over quickly and hooks Alex’s leg for the pin but Alex gets a shoulder up at two. Neon pulls Homme up to a seated position, backs up a few steps and races back at him and dropkicks him in the face. Neon then rolls back to his feet, bounces off the ropes and delivers a double leg drop across Alex’s ribs. He goes for another quick cover but again only gets a two count. Neon makes his way over to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He looks out at the sold out crowd, leaps into the air and delivers the Neon Bomb on Alex Homme! He lays back and hooks the leg but Alex just gets a shoulder up at the last possible moment!
Paige Dailey: YES!
John Kingston: Jesus Christ woman. You scared the hell out of me!
George Daniels: A kickout from Alex Homme at the last possible moment! But can he recover enough to get back in this match?
Neon holds three fingers up at the referee but the referee waves him off and holds up two. Neon gets to his feet and pulls Alex up. He goes for a Destiny Destroyer but Homme pushes him off and into the ropes and catches him coming off with a Gorilla Press Slam. Alex falls to his knees and tries to catch his breath as Neon rolls away holding his back in agony. Alex uses the ropes to get back to his feet and walks over to Neon. He pulls Neon to his feet and hooks him up in a front face lock. Alex grins out at the crowd and hoists Neon into the air and drives him hard into the mat with Homme Time! He hooks the leg as soon as the move connects but Neon kicks out at 2 and three quarters. Homme pounds the mat in frustration and picks Neon up by his hair. He irish whips him into the corner and races in behind him but once again Neon runs up the corner. This time Homme manages to stop himself but Neon leaps off the top rope and crashes into Homme with the Will O’ Wisp! Both men lay on the mat and the referee begins a standing ten count.
George Daniels: Both men are down in this battle and one has to wonder if either man will have anything left for the finals!
Paige Daily: Come on Alex!
The referee continues the count as te crowd wills both men to get back up! Neon rolls onto his stomach and slowly pushes himself up onto all fours, breaking the referee's count at 8. He gets back to his feet, clutching his lower back as he reaches down to drag Homme back up again. Neon lands a couple quick right hands then delivers some knife-edged chops to the chest, forcing Homme back against the ropes. Neon goes for an irish whip but Homme reverses him into the ropes instead, catching him with a thunderous powerslam off of the rebound! Homme immediately hooks the leg for the cover, but Neon gets the shoulder up at 2! Alex grabs him by the hair and drags him onto his feet, driving a knee into his gut. He pulls Neon into position for Homme Sweet Homme but Neon slips loose and drops down behind him! Homme spins around and Neon goes downstairs with a low dropkick to the leg, putting Alex down on one knee! Neon instantly gets up a head of steam, bouncing off the ropes with the Kataclysm Kickz, taking Homme's head off!
John Kingston: HERE COMES THE BOOM!
Paige Dailey: Noo!
Neon goes for the cover, hooking the leg high and tight and he gets the 3-count!
Winner: Neon
Neon's music hits as he rolls off the cover, moving all the way into the corner. The crowd cheers as he looks around, that strange smile of his already beginning to spread across his face.
George Daniels: And with that kick, Neon has catapulted himself straight into the finals! We might be looking at a repeat after all!
John Kingston: I can't believe it! He just beat Alex freakin' Homme!
Neon gets back to his feet with the help of the referee, who immediately raises his arm in the air! The fans cheer as Neon climbs the turnbuckle, celebrating his huge win while the replays of the finish are shown up on the jumbotron.
George Daniels: Neon moves on to the finals but the question is, who will he face?
Paige Dailey: The feel good answer would be a match against his own partner, Jaime Flawless...but I think Envy's going to be the one to get there.
George Daniels: Either way, Neon's got the win in one match already tonight but he'll need to do it again if he wants to repeat as Mr XHW.
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The bell rings, Envy begins to circle. Not in a hurry to touch... it... Flawless circles as well. Envy takes a step foreword for the lock-up, but Jaime steps back, out of reach. Envy wags a finger playfully. Flawless charges in, Envy readies for a shot, Jaime stops short. He drops to the mat puts his fingers into Envy's throat! Envy falls to it's back! Jaime hops up and goes to the ropes, he comes back and Envy stays on the mat. Jaime hops over it and comes back a second time, Envy catches it with a powerslam. It doesn't seem to phase Jaime. Flawless rolls out of it and comes back with a jumping elbow! Envy is staggered, Jaime goes to the ropes, comes back and catches Envy with a roll up!
George Daniels: Flawless looks to end this early.
The ref barely makes it to two before Envy frees itself. Jaime charges it once again, but Envy catches him with a DDT. Envy picks Flawless up, once on his feet Jaime knocks Envy's hands away. Flawless slaps Envy then delivers a forearm shiver. Envy is staggered again, again Jaime goes to the ropes. Jaime comes back, but Envy tosses him into the air and lets him free fall to the mat. Flawless is quick to his feet, but Envy puts him down with a quick shot to the throat. Envy drapes itself on top of Jaime Flawless, pinning his arms to the mat. Slowly and seductively, it runs a finger down Flawless' struggling face. When that finger reaches his chin, it's balled into a fist. A fist that comes down onto Jaime's face repeatedly. Satisfied, Envy stands and pulls Flawless up with it. Envy slings Jaime into the corner, the follows him and hits him with a running bicycle kick! Flawless falls dazed to the side, Envy hops on the middle turnbuckle to play for the crowd.
Paige Dailey: It disturbs me.
John Kingston: It probably shouldn't mess around too long.
Flawless reaches up and hooks Envy's legs, pulling it off the rope onto it's back for a cover with a THUD! The ref slides in but Flawless only gets two! Envy gets to a knee and Jamie runs up it for a Shining Wizard! The kick lands with a sick slap and Envy falls to it's side. Flawless stalks over Envy, deciding what to do. Jaime takes half-a-second too long and Envy grabs his ankle, pulling him to the mat. Envy keeps the ankle and vines it's legs into Jaime's putting Flawless in an ankle-lock.
Paige Dailey: Jaime Flawless starts to take advantage, but a momentary lapse puts him in a painful hold!
Flawless cries out, the ref checks on him. He refuses to give up. Jaime struggles against and even tries to strike Envy, to no avail. Jaime realizes all he can do is tap or try to get to the ropes. Jaime opts for the latter. Flawless drags Envy behind him, showcasing amazing strength and fortitude as he pulls himself and opponent toward the ropes. Envy pulls him back just a little, locking the hold in tighter. Jaime isn't deterred. With clenched fists and wincing teeth he punches the mat in pain and frustration. Again the ref checks, again Jaime refuses to tap. Jaime pulls a little closer, again Envy pulls him just a little further away. This time though, when Jaime reaches with all his might, he's able to get his fingertips around the bottom rope. The ref tells Envy to break the hold, but Envy keeps it locked in. The ref begins to count he gets to five when Envy releases. The ref briefly separates the two, allowing Flawless to get back to his feet. There is a slight limp to Jaimes step as he begins to circle once more and the ref gives Envy the all clear.
George Daniels: The look on Flawless' face says it all. He knows how close he just came to elimination from this tournament, he doesn't seem like he's going to let that happen again.
John Kingston: Well that little limp says it all too, George. And it says the opposite of what you said.
Paige Dailey: Very articulate, John.
John Kingston: Thank you.
Flawless fakes a shot at Envy's leg, causing it to sprawl and fall on it's face. It hops back up quickly, shaking it's head. Most likely out of embarrassment, with no holes in Envy's mask, one couldn't tell. Flawless delivers a couple of kicks to Envy's legs, taking advantage of it's moment of lost focus. Jamie spins and puts the exclamation on things with a Bionic Elbow. Envy goes to the mat and Flawless' arms go in the air, accompanied with what could be the biggest pop in the Tokyo Dome thus far tonight. Envy starts to stand and Flawless falls back for a quick spring off the ropes to hit Envy with a wicked swinging neckbreaker. Flawless hops up and briefly favors his ankle before pulling Envy back to it's feet by it's mask. Jaime sends Envy across the ring, Envy sling back and Flawless hits a Jaime Driver! Flawless covers, the ref slides in, he slaps one... two... RAUL PULLS THE REF OUT UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!
John Kingston: There it is! Classic!
Jaime jumps up, visibly angry. He shouts over the top rope at Raul as the ref berates him on the floor. Raul puts his hands up, rattling off a string of inaudible apologies to the official. The ref eventually lets him go with a warning and the cameras cut to the ring. Flawless turns from shouting at Raul to find Envy standing. Envy grabs Rauls nipples and twisssssts! Jaime Flawless lets out a wail that can be heard in China. Envy walks Flawless to a corner, fingers still clamped on Jaime's nipples. When Flawless' back hits the turnbuckle, the pain in his eyes turns to sheer rage. Flawless swings madly, clobbering the sides of Envy's head. He's stopped with a quick knee to his groin. Envy releases Jaime's nipples and steps away from the corner, turning it it's heel, it barrels back in. At the last moment, Envy turns and thrusts its rear end into Flawless' midsection with all the momentum it had built. The air is almost visibly pushed from Flawless' lungs as Envy begins to grind it's butt into Flawless. Satisfied, Envy struts out of the corner, allowing Jaime to fall to a seated position. Envy vogues in the center of the ring for a moment, the points at Lana Monroe. Lana looks around then points at herself, arching an inquisitive brow. Envy nods it's head and starts to saunter to Flawless' corner.
George Daniels: Uh oh.
Paige Dailey: Well... Maybe not.
Flawless, still a little groggy, pulls himself up and dives at Envy. Throwing his forearm up into it's crotch with a VICIOUS low blow. Male or female, it really wouldn't matter. Flawless' blow was mighty and his aim was true, grabbing it's nether regions, Envy collapses to the mat. The referee warns Flawless, Jaime accepts the warning professionally, knowing he earned his yellow card. The camera quickly catch Lana breathing an uneasy sigh of relief before cutting back to Flawless hefting Envy off the mat. Snap vertical suplex and Jaime floats over for a cover, once again, only getting two. Flawless stands and drops and elbow onto Envy, then another, then another, he winds up and tries to hit a big one, but Envy rolls under the bottom rope. Nobody's home when, Flawless hits the mat hard. Raul steps up and has a few words with Envy, leaving it with a small satin bag. Envy dips it's hand into the bag, then drops it and rolls back into the ring as the ref hits four.
George Daniels: What was that?
John Kingston: What was what?
Flawless is there in a flash, delivering forearms, walking Envy into the corner. Raul hops onto the apron and starts shouting at the ref. The ref turns to address the issue and Envy throws glitter into Jaime's face!
John Kingston: OH, that... Looks like glitter.
Flawless staggers backward, blinded. Envy steps up and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over so it can hit Get Some! Envy lays in a very awkward position on top of Flawless, headbutting Jaime's package as the ref slides in to slap one... two... thr- NO!
George Daniels: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
Envy stands up, shaking it's head. Flawless' real trouble getting to his feet is sight. He's still trying to wipe the glitter out of his eyes! Envy shoots in and grabs Jaime's leg attempting to lock up the same ankle he did earlier in the match. It's unclear if this is an intentional move or not, but Flawless falls in an awkward fashion. He manages to shake Envy free, kick it in the face and push it out of the ring with one strange motion. Envy slides out under the bottom rope and hits Raul. Raul falls backward into the barricade, knocking him silly. Envy immediately goes to check on him, after a moment, Envy turns back to the ring. It's just in time to get hit with a baseball slide by Jaime Flawless. Envy is kicked back into Raul. Envy bounces off it's valet, staggering foreword. Flawless uses the top rope and slings himself over landing a crossbody on top of Envy! The Tokyo Dome goes crazy! Flawless hops up and continues to wipe glitter from his eyes. Envy uses Flawless' tights to pull itself to it's feet. Flawless lays in a couple of crossfaces, but Envy continues to pull itself up. Envy wraps its arms around Flawless' shoulders, Jaime tries to elbow it in the kidney, but that doesn't detract it. Envy pulls Jaime's head close enough to nearly kiss it, before pulling him down for a facebreaker. Envy uses the apron to pull itself into the ring, then rolls right back out, resetting the count. Envy shoves Flawless up into the ring.
John Kingston: The end is near! I can feel it!
George Daniels: Don't count Flawless out so soon, John.
Envy picks up Flawless and throws him into a corner. Envy staggers over and positions Flawless' legs over the ropes. After a few steps back, Envy charges foreword and hits Jaime with a Vicious Vasectomy! The Tokyo done is a chorus of boos as Envy pulls Jaime out of the corner, then begins to mount the turnbuckles. Lana Monroe starts slapping the apron as the crowd begins to stomp along. The fanfare is heard by the stunned Flawless. He clenches a fist before planting his hands and pushing himself off the mat. The cheering and stomping crescendos as Envy reaches the top turnbuckle and Flawless gets to his feet. Envy turns and is met with forearm to the head by Flawless, on the middle turnbuckle. Jaime continues to clobber Envy as he positions himself, then grabs Envy and comes off with a top rope Simply Flawless! Envy lands motionless in the middle of the ring. The fans are going crazy. Jaime signals for it, then locks in a Flawless Four! The ref comes in to check on Envy. He lifts Envy's arm... It drops. He lifts it again... It drops. He lifts it a third time... It drops! The Tokyo Dome explodes and the ref calls for the bell.
Winner: Jaime Flawless
George Daniels: And Jaime Flawless moves on to the next round of Mister XHW!
John Kingston: This was a tough one, but I knew it the whole time!
Paige Dailey: I have to admit, Envy is no slouch.
George Daniels: Envy has proven these past few week that he - rather - it is quite a formidable competitor. But, tonight Jaime Flawless advances!
Paige Dailey: The next round, that's that real test. This was a physical match, both of these competitors gave it everything they had. The question is, what does Jaime have left? The guy is on fire though, so who knows what is going to happen!
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As Full Throttle carries on in the epicness of wrestling prowess, the cameras cut back stage to Hilda Luitgard, putting ice on her sister Lorelei's jaw, to reduce the swelling from her first ever under contract match. Lorelei beamed with pride as she took hold of the ice pack.
Lorelei: I did good, jah!?
Her words coming out in that slow and slightly slurred kind of way that was special to people with autism.
Succubus- You did wonderful, leibling. And as long as you keep working hard at it, you could become one of the greatest ringen the XHW has to offer.
Hilda said as she stood and walked to the vanity, to grab a small tube of cream, to conceal the bruise that was forming on Lori's chin.
Succubus- But maybe you should try to guard your face a bit more. We don't want you turning into a black and blue mosaic. You'll also have to train more, that Backdrop was very sloppy. You want to hurt your opponents. Not kill them.
She said as she came back over, moving Lori's hand and the ice pack, before applying the cream.
Lorelei: Do I have to?
Succubus- Jah, you do!
She said as she finished placing the last of the concealer on Lori's chin. She looked her square in the eye.
Succubus- Being a ringer isn't just fun and games, Lorelei. I told you that when you asked me to start training you. I expect you to take this as seriously as you do your drawing and piano lessons. Do I make myself clear?
Lori looked up at her with doe eyes, before nodding slowly.
Succubus- Gut. Now, go get dressed.
She said, shooing Lorelei off before the cameras cut back to ringside.
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Carmen Lewis: The following contest is a Street Fight scheduled for one fall!
Carmen Lewis: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Eva McQueen, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 235 pounds…HOWELL!
The opening rifts of “This Fire Burns” by Killswitch Engage shake the foundation of the Tokyo Dome as Eva McQueen emerges from the curtain. Immediately behind her follows Howell he stops at the top of the ramp with his head down. The crowd wildly boos, but no attention is paid towards it. Suddenly, like a trance he snaps his head back up and begins to walk to the ring like an expressionless fighter ready for anything to come his way. Howell climbs up onto the apron and holds up the second rope for Eva to enter the ring, and he once again follows in behind her. He then rests against the turnbuckle as he and Eva talk one last time about the match plan.
Carmen Lewis: And his opponent…hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 212 pounds…JOSH TAYLOR!
“Back From Cali” hits and Josh Taylor makes his way out onto the stage with the roar of those in attendance. He makes his way down to the ring, slapping a few hands as he does so. He leaps up onto the ring apron and looks into the crowd, which gets him another big ovation. He jumps over the ropes and looks squarely at Howell as he heads to the opposite corner of the ring, waiting for this match to get underway.
George Daniels: Here is a match that has been building for quite some time now. After weeks of antagonizing by Howell, Josh Taylor had enough and accepted the challenge here tonight.
Paige Dailey: Remember George, he was the one who was going to make the challenge before Howell AGAIN attacked him from behind.
John Kingston: You can use whatever revisionist history you want Paige but the fact is it was Howell who threw out the challenge and THAT is why we are about to witness a Street Fight tonight…NO RULES BABY! Even you can’t deny that Howell has a certain advantage in a match like this.
Paige Dailey: Of course he does, and I even admitted that last Riot.
George Daniels: No matter who has what advantage here tonight this is sure to be a physical affair with neither of these two men having any love…or like for that matter of each other.
There is the bell and both men walk to the center of the ring. They are only inches from each other and come nose to nose as Howell starts talking and yelling right into Josh Taylor’s face. Taylor pushes Howell away from him, and Howell retaliates with a hard slap to the side of the jaw. Taylor turns away for a second with a smile, and then immediately charges at Howell…leaping into the air he lands a Lou Thesz Press. With Taylor mounted on top he reigns down lefts and rights to the jaw, cheek, and temple on Howell, who uses all of his might to throw Taylor off him and uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Taylor rushes in again, but this time is caught by Howell. Josh pounds on Howell neck and upper back as he is being held up tightly around his waist, but the effects of the shots on Howell are minimal. With Taylor lifted in the air he charges into the corner and slams him spines first into the turnbuckle. Almost mimicking Taylor’s ground and pound technique, Howell bashes him repeatedly with lefts and rights to the face. He then climbs up to the second turnbuckle and lays down shot after shot to Taylor’s head. Josh is able to block a few of the shots though and sinks to the mat, allowing him to exit the ring. Howell drops down from the turnbuckle, but before he can exit the ring Taylor makes a quick move by pulling Howell’s legs out from under him and slamming him groin first into the steel ring post. While Howell holds his jewels in tremendous pain, Taylor wraps his legs up and slaps on a figure four leg lock around the ring post. Howell sits up and begins to scream out in agony with all of Taylor’s weight on the lower portion of his legs, putting all of the pressure on Howell’s quads and hamstrings.
George Daniels: An old school move here by Josh Taylor that was made famous by Bret “Hitman” Hart.
John Kingston: That’s an illegal move George! The referees needs to break this up!
Paige Dailey: You’ve got selective memory John, not more than two minutes ago you said how this Street Fight favored Howell because there were no rules!
George Daniels: She’s right John, and if Howell tapped out here it would be over.
Taylors continues applying the hold and puts even more pressure on as Howell uses the ropes to attempt to get leverage. He uses his leg strength to lift Taylor up into the air and slam him down to the floor, and while some damage is done the hold is still applied. From out of nowhere is Eva McQueen wielding a steel chair. She swings it wildly and lands a shot to the chest of Taylor, which is enough to get him to release the hold. Howell grabs his legs, writhing in pain in the ring as Taylor slowly gets to his feet, and staring a hole through Eva who begins to back pedal. He slowly saunters towards her as she continues to backup, turning into almost a cat and mouse game between the two. Eventually he gets close enough to her to grab the chair away. Before anything else can happen, Howell rolls out of the ring behind Taylor and nails a forearm to the back of the head, causing the chair to fall to the ground. Howell then grabs Taylor by the back of the head and whips him face first into the steel ring post. The impact dazes Taylor who is out on his feet, so Howell follows up by whipping him head and shoulder first into the steel ring steps. He was thrown in so hard that the steps moved about a foot off of the ring. This gives Howell a chance to rest for a moment as he leans onto the ring apron and shakes out his legs trying to get some feeling back into them. He then slowly limps over towards Taylor, picking him up by the hair and placing him up against the guardrail, delivering shot after shot to the body and face. The shots continue as they begin to drift away from the ringside area and up the ramp towards the stage. Once they make it up to the top Howell picks up Taylor onto his shoulders and looks to be setting him up for his finisher. Before he can do anything else Taylor fights back with elbows to the jaw which allows him to escape and then a boot to the gut. He places Howell’s head between his legs and tries to pick him up for a pile driver but it’s blocked. Howell drops to his knees and hits a low blow on Taylor. The tables have turned now as Howell gets back up and sets Taylor up for his own pile driver on the stage. His attempt is also blocked though, and Taylor is able to back body drop Howell off the stage and he drops eight feet below with a hard fall on the concrete floor.
George Daniels: That was a hellacious fall by Howell. His body just bounced off the concrete.
Paige Dailey: Both of these men have taken a lot of damage so far, and I am not sure how much longer their bodies will hold out at the rate of this punishment.
John Kingston: Don’t worry about it, Howell has got him right where he wants him!
Taylor crawls down off the stage and onto the floor below where Howell is still lying flat on his back. He gets Howell back up to his feet and kicks him in the gut. Taylor places Howell’s head under his armpit and picks him up for Perfectly Taylored but Howell is somehow able to fight out of it and land on his feet. He immediately kicks Taylor in the back of the knees causing him to hunch over where Howell catches him and drops him with an inverted DDT. Howell gets up to his feet after bouncing the back of Taylor’s head off the concrete. He lays the boots to the face and head of Taylor to continue the damage he has done on that area of the body. He stops for a moment noticing exactly where he is, and walks over to the pyrotechnic table that is situated next to them. The men in the position scramble as he comes their way and he picks up one of the vacant steel chairs that they were seated on. He folds the chair and walks back over to Taylor. Aiming the point of the chair he drops it directly on his ribs and continues the assault targeting those same ribs and the back. Howell then turns toward the crowd and holds up the chair which causes the crowd to reign down boos on him. He smiles at that reaction and turns back towards Taylor, holding the chair in position and signaling for him to get up for one last vicious shot. When Taylor eventually makes it to his feet Howell charges, but Taylor sidesteps and as Howell turns back around Josh hits a dropkick which sends the chair back into Howell’s face. Like Taylor earlier, Howell is stumbling around now out on his feet after that shot, which gives Taylor the time to pick up the steel chair himself. When Howell turns back around he is met with a sickening shot to the head that sends him down in a heap. After weeks Josh Taylor was finally able to deliver a chair shot similar to what Howell would constantly land on him in various sneak attacks. The chair hit flush and causes a gash above Howell’s left eye as the blood starts to trickle its way out. Taylor looks down at Howell’s lifeless body with a smile of his own and then heads over to the vacant pyro table and throws everything off it onto the floor. He then walks back over towards Howell, picking him up, and then lays him down across the table. With Howell out Taylor goes into the crowd and walks up each row until he is able to get to the balcony level that is about twenty feet up into the air. Taylor gets to the very edge and looks down, as he is standing right over the table that Howell is laid out on. He raises his arms into the air and leaps off…landing down twenty feet below right on top of Howell’s body, crashing through the table.
George Daniels: OH MY GOD! JOSH TAYLOR MIGHT HAVE JUST KILLED HOWELL WITH THAT SPLASH FROM TWENTY FEET IN THE AIR!
John Kingston: NOOOOOOO! DAMNIT NO!
Paige Dailey: Josh Taylor is no high flyer but he is pulling out all the stops tonight…that was unbelievable!
George Daniels: It looks like Howell was right…he HAS brought out the old Josh Taylor again.
Howell is not moving and Taylor barely is as he crawls over and puts one arm over Howell for the pin. The referee just stands there as Taylor looks up towards him. He reminds him that this isn’t falls count anywhere match and needs to get him back into the ring for a pinfall. Taylor holds his ribs in pain from the chair shots earlier and his awkward landing as he gets back up to his feet. With Howell still out he picks him out, even though it takes a lot more than usual out of him since he is complete dead weight now. Taylor slings him over his shoulder and walks back towards the ring and then rolls Howell under the bottom rope. Taylor then hops up onto the apron and gets into the ring. Instead of making the pin right here he wants to make sure there is no getting back up. He picks Howell up and this time successful delivered Perfectly Taylored and hooks the leg for the pin. 1…2…KICKOUT!
George Daniels: Howell kicked out of Perfectly Taylored! I did NOT see that happening.
John Kingston: Like I said earlier…he’s got him right where he wants him!
Paige Dailey: Whatever you have to tell yourself John, but I have to give Howell credit where credit is due, I thought it was over…especially with the damage done after going through that table.
John Kingston: Taylor will have to kill him to keep him down.
Josh can’t believe that he didn’t get a three count. He argues with the referee for a moment and rubs his hands over his face with a little bit of frustration. Then he goes back on the attack picking a dazed Howell up and placing him against the ropes. After a few shots to the jaw Taylor runs to the opposite ropes and then back, but Howell ducks a clothesline and drops Taylor over the top…but he lands on the apron! Howell turns around to only be kicked in the gut. Josh then goes for a sunset flip over the top on Howell but what a counter…Howell catches him in the air and places him up on his shoulders and drops Taylor to the mat squarely on his head with Comatose and then makes an immediate cover. 1…2…KICKOUT!
John Kingston: NO! THAT WAS A THREE! Slow count there…Hubbard must have been in this ref’s ear before the match!
Paige Dailey: It was the same speed he just counted for Taylor. You are so annoying.
George Daniels: Both men have now kicked out of each other’s finishing maneuver. It seems like it is going to take an act of God to keep either one of these two down.
Instead of going after the official for the count, Howell rolls out of the ring and lifts up the apron looking for a few itemss. He pulls out a table, a ladder, and a Singapore cane…the first two he slides into the ring, but he holds onto the cane as he makes his way back over towards Taylor. He holds the cane high in the air but the downed Taylor quickly grabs Howell’s ankle and brings him to the ground with an Ankle Lock being applied. Howell scratches and claws and does what he can until he reaches the ropes. The referee doesn’t stop the hold as again this is a Street Fight with no rules, and Taylor pulls Howell off the ropes and drags him into the center of the ring, putting even more torque on the ankle by the second. Only moments before Taylor is able to drop down and grapevine the leg, Howell makes on last ditch effort with to roll which throws Taylor off of him and against the ropes. As Taylor comes off the ropes and back towards Howell he is able to swing the cane he is still holding and meet Taylor right in the injured ribs from earlier. Howell is able to get back to his feet, not putting much pressure on his right ankle that was just worked on and blasts Taylor repeatedly with Singapore cane shots to the ribs, chest, and back. Howell is about to take another swing but the blood from his cut starts to run into his eyes. As he wipes the blood out Josh Taylor surprises Howell and rolls him up for a cover, 1…2…SMACK! Just as the referee was about to count to three Howell hit Taylor right between the eyes with the cane. The cane has been damaged as much as Taylor with it splitting in half after that shot. Howell once again rolls out of the ring and picks up the steel chair that was used earlier by Eva McQueen. He rolls back in, waiting once again for Taylor to get back up so he can finish him. Josh uses the ropes to get back up to his feet as his knees are still buckling from that last shot he took. As he turns around Howell charges towards him, but Taylor certainly has those chair shots scouted as he ducks again and Howell swings wildly hitting the ropes, which causes the chair to bounce back and blast Howell in the face. The chair drops to the mat and Taylor reacts quickly as he kicks Howell in the gut and plants him face first onto the chair with a DDT. Knowing even that won’t get him a victory Taylor looks at the other objects sitting in the ring and decides to use them. First he picks up the ladder and set it in the middle of the ring and follows that with the table he sets up right in front of the ladder. It looks clear as to what he is planning to do as he picks Howell back up and places him on top of the table like he did earlier. The crowd rises to their feet as Taylor begins to climb rung by rung up the ladder making his way to the top. As this is happening Eva McQueen gets up onto the ring apron and begins to yell, which catches the attention of the referee and Josh Taylor. The referee goes over to get her down as Taylor continues to watch what is going on. This allows Howell the time to roll off of the table and reach into his trunks, pulling out some sort of foreign object.
George Daniels: It looked like Josh Taylor was about to end things until Eva McQueen got involved again and now Howell has something, but I can’t quite make out what it is.
John Kingston: It doesn’t matter what it is George, because EVERYTHING is legal in this match.
Howell begins to climb up the opposite side of the ladder, which is closest to the table. Taylor’s focus is back and he catches Howell right before he is at eye level and takes the first shot with a right hand to the temple. Howell responds back with one of his own and these two continue to trade blows at the top of the ladder for about twenty seconds until Taylor seems to be getting the best of it. He gets one last hard shot in which dazes Howell as he begins to fall over…but he catches himself barely holding on before he does. With his free hand he brings the object into view, which happens to be a lighter along with some lighter paper. He is able to spark it, which allows him to shoot a fireball out and catch Taylor right in the eyes.
George Daniels: WHAT THE HELL?! DID HE JUST GET TAYLOR WITH A FIREBALL?!
Paige Dailey: I haven’t seen someone do that for ages.
John Kingston: FINISH HIM HOWELL!
The fireball causes a temporary blindness for Taylor and he hunches over as he tries to cover his eyes. As he does Howell is able to pull Taylor over the top of the ladder and onto his shoulders. Having Taylor secured he leaps off the ladder and hits Comatose through the table below. Howell hooks the leg and makes the cover, 1…2…3! The referee signals for the bell.
Winner: Howell
John Kingston: YESSSS!!! ANOTHER ONE FOR THE GOOD GUYS!
George Daniels: It looks like there has been a car crash in the ring, and after all that Howell has come out on top.
Paige Dailey: I’m not really sure there is a true winner after the punishment that both of them took.
John Kingston: That is where you’re wrong Paige! There is a TRUE winner, and it’s the guy getting his hand raised in the ring! Prestige once again reigns supreme!
As Kingston says it, Howell has his hand raised by the official and immediately drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He is met with a very happy Eva McQueen who gives him a towel to help wipe the blood off of his face. He puts one arm around her as a crutch as he limps to the back, holding his other arm up high in the air. While that is going on trainers hit the ring and look over Josh Taylor, mainly concerned with his eyes and face area that was affected by the fireball.
Paige Dailey: Lets hope that no serious damage was done there.
George Daniels: We can only hope Paige.
John Kingston: Who cares? He lost! Why are you concerning yourself with him when Howell just proved himself here tonight?!
George Daniels: There is no doubt that was an impressive win by Howell, and the fact that either one of them can stand after the damage the two of them inflicted on each other.
Taylor sits up with the trainers around him after they used chemicals to help wash out his eyes. They roll him out of the ring with a towel placed over his head to continue protecting the area. Two of the trainers placed on each side help Taylor get to the back as the crowd gives him a standing ovation for his efforts tonight.
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Folllowing a promo for Superbrawl the camera did a sweep over the screaming fans of the Tokyo Dome. It panned around to the ring and the imposing steel structure that hung above the ring. That steel would be descending to lock the next two combatants inside the ring together, and the crowd was rabid with anticipation. The camera held on that wicked steel structure for a moment longer before cutting to a hype video.
The video was a montage of recent events, cutting from one scene to another in a perfect illustration of the epic battle the two men had. The scenes were overlaid with Atreyu’s “Eclipsed by Me” and had inserted voice over from the many harsh words the men had exchanged over the past several months.
Leon Washington: Here's a guy who coulda been a world champ by now. A guy that shoulda had a lengthy run as x-core champ somewhere along the way, cause the man can go just that damn hard inside the ring, ain't no denyin' that.
The Scourge: EVERY FUCKING STEP OF THE WAY, I've stood in your fucking shadow. Not because I belonged there. No. Certainly not because I worked harder. No... it wasn't that. Truth is Leon... all these years later I still can't figure out why it is that management handed everything to you, and left me out in the rain.
The crowd relived the moment that The Scourge appeared as the referee in Leon’s match, costing him his place in the Mr. XHW tournament. A short loop was played of The Scourge laying in to Leon with that vicious three corded whip. It cut to The Scourge sacrificing his spot in the Mr. XHW tournament and the pairs battle through the lobby of the AsiaWorld-Arena.
Leon Washington: I don’t give a damn what he came back to do! He messed up the moment he decided to call ME out!
On screen there were highlights of the pair’s match in February. Leon hits Scourge with a Brooklyn Bustah but Scourge won’t stay down, stumbling up to his feet and directly into a Brooklyn Press! Leon rains down vicious punches as his voice comes once more overlays the track.
Leon Washington: I want his ass out there, so I can pay him back for the landslide of bullshit he's been sendin' my way the last couple months an teach him once an for all that he's fuckin' wit' the wrong man in Leon Washington!
The montage now featuired The Scourge, laying chair shot after chair shot into the face of Leon. A sharp edit and The Scourge delivers a Turning Point that put Leon through the announcers table. Another jump cut and The Living Weapon is shown in ring in triumph as his voice now overlays the scenes on the screen.
The Scourge: That's right Leon... I hate you. With every fiber of my soul, I loathe you. So at Riot, I won't just beat you... No Leon, beating you isn't enough for me. In front of all those cheering fans, not just in the arena but on worldwide television... I'll demoralize you, and I'll hurt you. I'll drag the match out minute by excruciating minute, and show all of your beloved "People" just how much of a joke you are.
Leon Washington: He wants to be the one to come out here in fronta the whole world an say he did what nobody else could, an put the People's Champ outta the game for good!
The scene transitions to Leon standing tall, he’s in full swagger and showing why he’s the People’s Champion. A rough edit again as the face of The Scourge flashes on the screen for an instant. One might not even be sure they saw it, but it’s then that The Scourge is shown on screen in the garb of a camera man, beating Leon with a camera.
The Scourge: The fact is Leon... none of it matters. Your endurance? Your toughness? NONE OF IT MATTERS!
Another shot of that steel cage, this time in stark black and white. Leon’s voice is over the track again as the camera spins a slow circle around that terrifying apparatus of destruction.
Leon Washington: I want his ass inside a steel cage! Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Once that steels clanks down, this bitch belongs to the People's Champ!
Another quick cut, and Leon is once more shown hitting a Brooklyn Bustah! Then a quick package of images. First the fans all wearing his merchandise, then Leon signing autographs and posing for photographs. Leon down holding the hand of a wheel chair bound young woman, both of them with their fists in the air in defiant pride.
Leon Washington: It kills you to see me out there amongst the people, to see them embrace me the way they do! You were right when you said I was a symbol for a lotta people. I have done everything I can to live up to that ideal an be the kinda guy that the common man can look up to. I've earned everythin' I've got by bein' the exact opposite of you.
The video cut to the Scourge standing in the ring, nose to nose with Leon on the most recent edition of Riot.
The Scourge: Once that cage is locked in place around the ring... it's on. Two men will walk in to that ring, but only one is walking out. Last. Man. Standing.
The next package of images was staredowns between the two, from backstage, to the ring. Two titans, eyes filled with hatred attempting to kill each other with only a gaze.
Leon Washington: I ain't afraid of you, Scourge! Never have been, never will be. My name is Leon Washington an I fear no man but God. You damn well better believe it. I will never fear another man inside those ropes...
The Scourge: There's so much that you fear Leon, and it all revolves around me. The fact is, you're not a comic book superhero. You're not some stalwart knight in a gleaming suit of armor. You're simply a man... and you're afraid. You’ll cover it up with big talk. You will shine with your trademark bravado and the People will cheer! Yet inside, in the darkest corner of your heart… you’re trembling.
On screen The Scourge is slamming his hand into the mat.
The video package showed Leon pushing himself to his feet, staggering around to face The Scourge. The Scourge sprang to his feet, charging forward into a leaping punch that nailed Leon right between the eyes. The punch impact looped once, twice, three times. Then a jump cut to The Scourge with Leon hoisted above his head, tossing him out of the ring to the steel and concrete. A slow motion playback of Leon hitting the ground as The Scourge’s voice overlayed the track.
The Scourge: Heroes fall Leon... Each and every one of them
The video transitioned again, to Leon Washington standing in his recent promo, head held high in spite of his injury.
Leon Washington: I never put myself up on that ivory pedestal. They did. Cause I've made a career off of standin' up to jackasses just like you! I've made a career of takin' the best shots you can throw at me, only to come back stronger than ever! I don't care if I gotta hobble out there on one leg, I don't care if it hurts every single time I take a breath. I don't care what I gotta go through, it won't stop me from gettin' face to face with your ass at Full Throttle
The Scourge: For years you’ve been a figurehead of this company Leon! For years management has fawned all over you as you’ve risen through the ranks. So be it Leon. Cling to your ivory pedestal, I will tear it down around you, and I will lay your lifeless body across it’s broken stones.
There was another transition, again of these two titans standing forehead to forehead. Their expressions are of pure hatred, and their muscles in the necks and foreheads stand taut. They are ready for battle. The fades slowly out as both men are heard in overlapping tracks.
 
Both Men: At Full Throttle...Only the strongest will survive…
The video package ended, cutting back to the three commentators who were nodding their heads solemnly.
George Daniels: I couldn’t have said it any better myself. These two men hate each other, and tonight they’re locked inside a steel cage for a Last Man Standing match.
Paige Dailey: This has been a confrontation years in the making George and now they have a chance to settle it all here on Full Throttle.
John Kingston: The past few months have been, at times, hard to watch and I can guarantee that tonight will be one for the ages.
Sirens roared through the Tokyo Dome and the crowd went wild. Their cheers were deafening as the capacity crowd greeted their hero.
”Time to bring it on back to Brooklyn!”
Leon stepped through the curtain and threw his fists into the air, the crowd popping even more. He charged down the ramp at full sprint, sliding in to the ring and popping to his feet. He once more threw both hands into the air, before tossing his cap and t-shirt out in to the crowd.
George Daniels: A huge reaction from this capacity crowd tonight for that man right there, The Pride of New York… Leon Washington!
Paige Dailey: These people love him, and tonight you know that they are firmly in his corner.
John Kingston: Unfortunately for him though, the crowd is in the stands and it’s Leon Washington who will be locked inside the cage with The Living Weapon.
George Daniels: That may be true John, but this crowd will be cheering for Leon every step of the way, and he’s shown us time and time again that with the crowd behind him… he can do anything.
Leon was on the turnbuckle now, staring up at the ramp defiantly. He glanced up for a moment at the heavy steel cage that was suspended above his head, before once more facing the ramp. He kept his eyes locked on that curtain even as the lights went out and the heartbeat drums began to thud over the arena’s PA system.
The pitch black was cut by the appearance of a beating human heart on the screen, which beat in time with the drum of the music, each pump being punctuated by a flashing strobe lights. The camera cut back to Leon, whose expression was unwavering. The seconds marched on until finally the Scourge stepped through the curtain. White smoke swirled around his feet as he moved slowly down the ramp. His eyes were locked on Washington’s, as he deliberately moved down the ramp. It was slow progress, measured and deliberate. The crowd was howling it’s disapproval, but they were ignored by the imposing man who stalked down the ramp.
The face of The Scourge was adorned with an evil grin, as he slowly lifted his eyes to the cage. The crowd was continuing to spew hate, but Leon stood on the turnbuckle like a statue, stoically enduring the ridiculously long entrance of his opponent. Two minutes passed and The Scourge finally hit the bottom of the ramp, the crowd by now having died out in their boos. The Scourge looked first at the cage, then at the referee who sat atop a raised chair, similar to that of a tennis linesman. From here the referee would perform his only job in this match, to count one of these men out.
Finally The Scourge turned his attention back to Leon, grinning once more as he began to slowly ascend the steel stairs. He stepped into the center of the ring and raised his hand and clenched it into a fist. His eyes and Leon’s were adhered to one another, but the crowd could see the heart on the screen begin to flutter and spasm as the organ on the music track began to build. Then the organ cut sharply and the heart exploded. Red sparks erupted all around the arena and rained down over the crowd and the ring. The music faded out as the lights slowly returned to normal. Leon stepped down off the turnbuckle as the grating noise began, heralding the cage’s descent to the ring.
George Daniels: Here we go folks, as soon as that cage is locked into place there will be no escape for these two men.
Paige Dailey: It’s kill or be killed in there George.
John Kingston: They’re stuck in there, from now until the moment that one of them can’t answer a ten count, and given who these two men are? We could be in for a long one.
George Daniels: That’s right John, there is no time limit here. There are no pins and there are no submissions. The only way this match can end is when one of these men cannot continue. God help them.
The cage clinked into place and attendants scrambled forward to ensure that it was locked in. Once they were clear the referee stood and signaled for the bell, getting the match officially under way.
The two men circled one another for a moment before stepping in and locking up in a collar tie. They pushed each other back and forth for a moment and then The Scourge powered through, tossing Leon into the corner. Leon’s back smashed hard into the turnbuckle but didn’t drop, instead charging ahead into a leaping shoulder tackle. The Scourge went down hard and Leon was right on top of him, delivering a flurry of hard punches to the face and skull of his hated rival. The Scourge finally powered free, shoving Leon back and rolling to his knees. Leon wasn’t about to let his opponent have any chance at gaining momentum. As the Scourge pushed his way up to a vertical base Leon nailed him with a running bulldog.
The Scourge’s face bounced off the canvas with a thud, and Brooklyn’s finest was right there again, dragging The Scourge to his feet. Hauling him to the ropes by the hair, Leon began to smash Scourge’s face against the cage. One, two, three hard smashes of face to steel. The Scourge was reeling as Leon slammed him hard once more, and then stepped back, waiting. The Scourge turned around, still trying to get his bearings and Leon was right there… Brooklyn Bustah! The crowd popped loudly as Leon pointed to the fallen figure of his opponent, and the referee began counting.
Paige Dailey: Leon is like a man possessed, and it’s hard to tell that he was grievously injured not that long ago.
George Daniels: He’s certainly in control of this match right now Paige, and the referee is at five, we could see this one over sooner than we thought!
...six
Back in the ring The Scourge had pulled himself up the ropes and the referee stopped counting. Leon rushed forward again, hitting a clothesline that nearly took Scourge’s head off, then reached down and dragged Scourge to his feet once more. With a spin, Leon whipped Scourge against the ropes. The Scourge came forward fast, looking to counter with a clothesline but Leon ducked. Scourge went off the other ropes and Leon caught him, spinning him around into a vicious spinebuster! Leon rolled to his feet again, throwing both of his hands in the air to another monstrous pop from the crowd! The referee once more started counting as The Scourge lay there.
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The Scourge was on his knees now, pushing himself up shakily. As the referee hit six, Scourge slumped forward again.
Paige Dailey: The Scourge is really getting manhandled in there tonight.
John Kingston: He’s not out of this yet Paige.
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The Scourge somehow managed to find his feet, stumbling around the cage. The referee waved off the count and Leon shook his head. The People’s Champion stepped backward, using the ropes to gain momentum and charged forward again… right into a spear from The Scourge!
George Daniels: HUGE COUNTER BY THE SCOURGE!
John Kingston: He’s still in it, what a spear!
The Scourge had gained a bit of breathing room with that counter, but Leon was far from finished. At barely a two count both men were on their feet again, and Leon began to lay punches in to the still woozy Scourge. Scourge was pushed back towards the cage with each punch and Leon nailed a wicked right that sent Scourge spinning, face first into the cage and to the ground. The referee began to count but Leon waved him off. Reaching down to drag The Scourge up. Leon once more began to bash The Scourge against the cage.
John Kingston: Now this is just uncalled for!
Paige Dailey: What are you talking about? After everything that has gone on for the past several months, how can you even say that?! Leon is just getting a little bit of payback, and leaving a lasting impression on the Scourge.
A fifth hard smash against the cage and Leon dragged him back, and whipped Scourge hard into the corner. Scourge hit the corner and sunk down. Leon looked out over the crowd, drawing another pop as The People’s Champ stalked his foe. The Scourge was pushing himself to his feet as Leon drove a kick into his stomach. The air whooshed from The Scourge’s lungs as Leon continued to lay kick after kick. The crowd was counting the stomps out loud, with Leon finally stepping away at ten. Reaching down he grabbed The Scourge and hauled him up, stepping back after setting up for another Brooklyn Bustah! Another kick the stomach and Leon went for the Bustah! but somehow The Scourge caught him! Leon was dangling just above the mat and The Scourge powered him up in a rear waistlock. Leon’s legs thrashed wildly but Scourge got him up, and brought him down in a Turning Point! The crowd howled in dismay and the commentary team was going nuts as The referee began to count for both men.
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Both men had rolled to their knees and were pushing themselves up as the referee hit the halfway mark.
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Leon was up, leaning in one corner and grimacing. The referee hit 9, but Scourge was also on his feet! The two men had the entire ring between them, staring at each other, each leaning back on a turnbuckle and trying to catch their breath. They shared a hate filled look for a moment, and then charged again. Scourge ducked Leon’s swing, both men spun around, Leon ducked the next swing. Again they turned to face each other, Leon swung and Scourge took the hit square in the face. Scourge stumbled back, coming forward with a punch of his own. Leon dropped to one knee, and then surged forward into a double leg tackle. The Scourge rolled back with the tackle, a reverse somersault that put him on top of the People’s Champion! Scourge began to lay vicious punches in to the face of Leon, hard fast blows that crunched off Leon’s face. Leon’s head lolled wildly and The Scourge pushed free, throwing both arms wide in a roar of triumph as the referee began to count once more.
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The referee crested the midpoint, but Leon was dragging himself up by the ropes, breaking the count at 7. The Scourge grinned and slammed his fist to the mat, stalking Leon who stumbled off the ropes and into a “Broken Pedestal!” The fans howled in anger as the referee started to count again. At six Leon was on his knees, and Scourge took one look out over the crowd, seeing through the cage the desperation on their faces. Hearing the hope in their voices as the crowd chanted for Leon to get to his feet. With an evil chuckle the Living Weapon stepped forward and hauled Leon up, breaking the count on his own. Leon stumbled a bit, and threw a wild punch. Scourge ducked under it and caught Leon in the rear waistlock, nailing the Turning Point! Leon’s body bounced off the mat hard, and The Scourge stood. Looking over at the referee he shook his head, and again dragged Leon to his feet.
The Scourge looked down at his balled fist, and with one hand still gripping the back of Leon’s head surged forward. That punch took Leon right between the eyes, as did the next one. The third’s aim was hindered by Leon’s head lolling about on his shoulders, and instead caught the People’s Champion right in the nose. A stomach churning crunch sounded, and a bright fountain of crimson erupted from Leon’s likely shattered nose. The Scourge grinned and stooped low, hoisting Leon up on his shoulder like a rag doll. With the People’s Champion above his head in a military press, The Scourge stepped around the ring for a moment before hurling Leon into the wall of the cage.
Leon bounced off the unforgiving steel, and collapsed to the floor of the ring. The Scourge turned to the ring and raised his chin. The referee sighed and began to count.
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The Scourge turned his back on Leon, grinning broadly and once more thrusting his arms out wide in a triumphant roar. The referee continued to count.
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The crowd began to cheer, and The Scourge spun around, his eyes wild. Leon was forcing his way to his feet. Dragging himself up by the ropes slowly. The referee counted out 8, and Leon slumped low again. The crowd continued to chant LEON! LEON! LEON! and the referee called out 9!
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John Kingston: It’s over! The Scourge has truly cast Leon down off that pedestal!
George Daniels: NO! NO! HE’S UP!
John Kingston: WHAT?! HOW IN THE HELL!?
The referee was waving off the count as Leon managed to drag himself to his feet. The Scourge was staring incredulously at the Hero of the People. That man who would just not die. Leon’s face was a mask of crimson, and he wobbled about on shaky legs but he slowly lifted his hands to a fighting pose and beckoned The Scourge on. The Scourge grinned broadly, a vicious sadistic expression of hatred and charged forward. Again the pair locked up, attempting to overpower the other.
Leon broke the lockup with a raised knee to Scourge’s stomach, and Scourge stumbled back. Leon went for the Brooklyn Bustah again, but Scourge shoved hard on The People’s Champion, messing up the positioning. The Scourge then caught the side headlock, attempting to go for the Turning Point again, but Leon managed to break free. Both men were still leaving everything they had on the line, doing everything they could to win.
Leon charged again, ducking Scourge’s swing and using the ropes to launch into a shoulder block but Scourge caught him! Huge elevation spinning sit out spinebuster. Both men would receive a five count after that exchange, but somehow they both came to their feet. Another flurry of blows and then a back and forth exchange of cage smashes. This match was devolving into a slugfest quickly, these two men with no other goal than to end the other.
Scourge smashed Leon against the cage, and then Leon reciprocated. Once, twice, three times they repeated this and then Leon managed to get a foot on the ropes, halting one smash from the Scourge. A hard elbow to Scourge’s face and Scourge dropped to one knee. The Scourge pushed himself up, and Leon caught him with a boot to the gut! Brooklyn Bustah! Scourge flopped to the mat and the referee began to count.
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The five count, Leon’s People were cheering madly. Their champion had done it, it seemed. Leon turned to face the crowd and threw both hands in the air.
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Leon’s face had tears in it. He’d done it, his greatest challenge, his greatest enemy was vanquished.
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Any moment now the referee would count 10, and the match would end. Leon’s head raised slowly. There was no ten count. The crowd’s tone had changed, The Scourge was on his feet. Leon turned around slowly…. BROKEN PEDESTAL from the Scourge! Leon slumped to the mat, and The Scourge stood over him, staring down as the referee counted.
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Leon raised himself up on his arms, trying to get to his knees.
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The crowd was chanting loudly. LEON! LEON! LEON! The face of The Scourge was filled with hate, as he watched Leon. The referee called 8 and Leon pushed up… and his arms gave out. He slumped back to the mat and the crowd cried out in anguish.
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Winner: The Scourge
John Kingston: HE’S DONE IT! The Scourge has done it! Leon washington lays on the broken stones of his ivory pedestal! The Scourge has shown everyone that he is the best! All heroes fall, and tonight The Scourge has shown that he is indeed the strongest and only the strongest will survive!
There was no further comment from the other members of the color team. The camera panned over the fallen body of Leon Washington once more, before fixing itself on The Scourge who stood in triumph over the body of his hated rival.
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Carmen Lewis: Ladies and gentlemen, FULL THROTTLE continues with our next contest, which is for the UNITED STATES and X-CORE CHAMPIONSHIPS!
Carmen Lewis: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown...standing 6-foot-8 and weighing in at 350 pounds...he is the reigning and defending X-CORE CHAMPION...this is "The Monster" ABYSS!
The eerie sound of Abyss' music filters through the speakers as half of the arena lights go dark while the other half cut to a deep red hue. A few seconds later Abyss made his way through the curtain and onto the stage. His hands lifted to claw at his mask and through his hair while he approached the top of the ramp, and he stretched both arms out wide as bright white flames ignite from both sides of the stage, bathing the arena in crimson and fire!
George Daniels: And here comes the monster!
John Kingston: When he won the X-Core Title two weeks ago, he changed the entire landscape of this match! Because now, there's a near-7-foot monster running around out there, looking to rip everybody apart!
Abyss makes his way down the ramp and climbs up into the ring, throwing his arms wide again then he stops and crosses one arm over the other in front of his chest. He looks up at the title belts hanging overhead then turns his attention to the stage, ready for action.
Carmen Lewis: Introducing next, from London, Ontario...standing 5-foot-8 and weighing in at 150 pounds...he is the reigning and defending UNITED STATES CHAMPION...this is H.P.STER!
Seconds later, HPSter makes his way out alongside the stage, eventually climbing up onto the ramp as he continues to make his way towards ringside. He comes to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, staring up into the ring as Abyss awaits him.
George Daniels: HPSter putting on the brakes outside the ring and I don't blame him. He's giving up one foot and two-hundred pounds to Abyss!
Paige Dailey: He'll have to get in there sometime!
John Kingston: I'd just let him have the belt. No need to get your career ended by some giant psychopath...
Carmen Lewis: Introducing next, from Cape May, New Jersey...standing 6-foot-1 and weighing in at 213 pounds...this is LUKE SIMMONDS!
A laser light show gets underway to the tune and beat of “We Are Not Good People” by Bloc Party as Luke Simmonds bounds through the curtain with barely containable energy and enthusiasm. He spends only a token amount of time pumping up the fans from the top of the ramp before swiftly trotting to the ring, high-fiving fans along the way before springing up onto the ring apron and, almost immediately, bounding over the ropes.
George Daniels: Always a bundle of energy, Luke Simmonds looks to be in tremendous shape tonight and he'll need to be. He's got one heck of a tall order ahead of him tonight if he wants to leave the Tokyo Dome as champion.
Paige Dailey: Maybe even DOUBLE champion.
He hops up to the second turnbuckle of all four corners stoking and soaking in the crowd reaction. With this task complete, the high-flyer bounces on the balls of his feet in the middle of the ring as he looks back and forth between Abyss and HPSter.
Carmen Lewis: Introducing next, from Chicago, Illinois...standing 6-foot-8 and weighing in at 275 pounds...this is "SICK" NICK HAVOC!
"Matter of Time" by Hellyeah hits the speakers, there is a large explosion on the stage. "Sick" Nick Havoc breaks out in a dead sprint through the flames toward the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, hopping quickly to his feet and onto the nearest turnbuckle. Havoc throws his arms into the air before bringing them to his side and flexing his chest and biceps. Havoc drops to the mat and begins to pace back and forth on his side of the ring. Throwing punches in the air and slapping himself as he locks eyes with Abyss.
John Kingston: Nick Havoc striking out on his own, looking to earn singles gold for the first time in his XHW career!
Abyss takes a few steps forward, keeping his stare but Havoc isn't about to back down. Havoc talks a little trash, staying right in Abyss' face.
Carmen Lewis: Introducing next, from Battle Creek, Michigan...standing 6-feet and weighing in at 228 pounds...this is ROB VAN DAM!
The crowd pops huge as RVD makes his way out from the back onto the stage. He stops at the top of the ramp, smiling to the crowd as he does his trademark "ROB VAN DAM" taunt, getting another big pop. He heads down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on both sides as he approaches the ring then slides in underneath the bottom rope.
George Daniels: A major show of support for Van Dam as he steps into the ring. And like always, RVD showing nothing but pure confidence as he looks each and every one in the ring straight in the eye!
Paige Dailey: RVD will have to fly high if he wants to come away with gold tonight.
John Kingston: Somehow, I don't think that'll be a problem for him, he's already half way there!
RVD eyes all four of the men in the ring then looks out at the crowd and does his "ROB VAN DAM" taunt a second time, followed by a leaping spin kick for added effect. RVD then hops up onto the turnbuckle, motioning to himself again while the fans cheer him on.
Carmen Lewis: And finally, from New York City...standing 6-foot-1 and weighing in at 225 pounds...this is SAM JOSEPH!
plays overhead as Joseph comes out from the back wearing a T- Shirt and his wrestling gear. He power walks to the ring, he gets to the apron and does a power jump and then steps into the ring. He stretches and checks his wrist tape and looks up at the title belts hanging overhead.
George Daniels: All six competitors are in the ring together and this one is going to be an absolute car crash.
John Kingston: Six men in the ring at the same time with TWO title belts hanging overhead!
George Daniels: The referee's ready to go and he signals for the bell, AND WE'RE UNDERWAY!
As soon as the bell sounds, everyone charges at each other in an explosion of aggression! Everyone's throwing punches and kicks all over the ring for the first couple minutes until the numbers begin to thin out, while Abyss and Nick Havoc pummel everything that moves. RVD's the last one to hold on but a headbutt from Abyss sends him stumbling back against the ropes, where a HUGE clothesline from Havoc knocks him over the top rope to the floor outside! Havoc spins around and we get a standoff between the two largest men in the matchup. Havoc's mouth is already running as he gets right in the monster's face but Abyss strikes first, catching him with a series of heavy right hands! Abyss drives him back into the corner then goes for an irish whip but Havoc reverses it, sending the monster crashing into the far turnbuckle! He staggers out of the corner and walks right into a running big boot! Havoc's in control but Luke Simmonds scampers up the turnbuckle and grabs the cable, quickly starting to make his way towards the belts. Havoc spots him and he starts up the corner after him. Sam and HP continue brawling on the outside but RVD hops up onto the apron, his eyes on the prize above. Luke continues to make his way towards the gold with Havoc closing in from behind. Havoc reaches out and snags Luke's ankle, trying to yank him loose! Luke kicks at him a couple times, eventually landing a glancing blow that knocks Havoc off the cable and crashing to the mat!
George Daniels: Havoc suffering a hard crash landing and Luke Simmonds has a clear path to the titles!
Paige Dailey: This thing could be over already!
Luke's still swinging from the cable and he tries to kicks his legs back up again but RVD seizes the moment, flying back into the ring with a springboard karate kick that nails Simmonds and sends him falling to the canvas as well! RVD gets to his feet but he's met with a hard clothesline from Abyss! The monster goes on a warpath, punishing RVD and Simmonds with some right hand knockdowns. Sam Joseph slides into the ring behind him, catching the big man by surprise with a running axehandle to the back! Sam lands several fast shots but Abyss shrugs them all off until HP joins in, connecting with some quick punches to the monster as well. RVD and Luke quickly join in as all four men hammer away on Abyss, working together to eventually dump the monster over the top rope to the concrete floor on the outside! Across the ring, Havoc gets back up but HP and Luke hit a double clothesline, knocking him to the outside as well! The fans cheer as the remaining men in the ring quickly spread out to all four corners, each of them scrambling up the turnbuckles and onto the cables, making a play for the gold!
John Kingston: Can those cables hold all four of those guys at the same time?
George Daniels: We're about to find out, because all four of them have their sights set on becoming champion!
HP moves along the quickest and gets within reach of the belts first. He reaches out and barely gets his fingertips on one of them when he's suddenly caught with a stiff kick from RVD! The two trade blows for a couple seconds but Sam and Luke soon join the fray high above the center of the ring. HP's barely hanging onto the cable with his feet dangling while RVD hits a couple quick elbows to the side of Simmonds' face. RVD manages to turn around on the cable, using those powerful kicks to loosen Simmonds' grip, eventually landing a kick to the face that sends him falling down to the canvas below! RVD eyes the title and reaches for the gold but Sam delivers a couple hard shots to the ribs, moving in from behind. They struggle on the cables for a few seconds until RVD gets the upper hand with a couple heavy kicks to the ribs. Sam looks like he's in trouble but he catches RVD's leg and yanks him off the cable with him, bringing Van Dam down into the mother of all reverse atomic drops in the center of the ring! RVD rolls away in complete agony, rolling out of the ring and flopping onto the concrete outside! Meanwhile, Sam clutches his knee on the mat. High above, HP is still hanging on the cables and he tries to regain his grip but he's forced to drop down to the mat, landing safely on his feet. HP stomps Sam a couple times then drags him up and delivers a quick snap suplex!
George Daniels: A beautiful snap suplex on Sam Joseph and H.P.Ster is keen on retaining that US title of his, no matter what it takes!
John Kingston: Speaking of any means necessary, I think Rob Van Dam might be dead on the outside of the ring right now. He hasn't moved a muscle since he dropped to the floor, except for a little quivering here and there...
George Daniels: After what happened to him, what the heck do you expect?! You saw that drop, that's about fifteen feet in the air!
Paige Dailey: Jeez, you think he popped one?
HP gets to his feet and Nick Havoc is all over him, landing several clubbing shots across the back followed by a vicious scoop slam near the ropes. Havoc holds onto the top rope, stomping HP repeatedly before he snatches him back onto his feet again and slams his face into the nearby turnbuckle! Havoc's got HP trapped in the corner, connecting with a brutal boxing combination followed by a vicious haymaker! HP slumps down in the corner and Havoc starts to climb the turnbuckle but Sam grabs him from behind, dragging him back down. Sam delivers some knife-edged chops to the chest, working Havoc over against the ropes. Sam goes for an irish whip but Havoc reverses it, sending him into the ropes instead. Havoc misses with a clothesline attempt but he catches Sam with a back elbow off the rebound, knocking him through the ropes onto the ring apron! Havoc goes after him but Luke grabs him from behind, scoring with an inverted facelock elbow drop! Luke gets back to his feet and he hustles to the corner, quickly heading up the turnbuckles again. But on the outside, Abyss shoves the timekeeper to the floor and grabs his steel chair, tossing it over the ropes and into the ring! The crowd is loud but they quickly become deafening as Abyss looks under the ring, pulling out the infamous black bag!
John Kingston: Uh-oh. I think we're about to crank this match up a few more notches...
George Daniels: Abyss bringing some weaponry into the match but he's wasting time! Luke Simmonds is already on the cable and he's making his way towards those championship titles!
Luke makes his way hand-over-hand toward the belts but Abyss slides into the ring and grabs the steel chair. Luke spots him and he picks his legs up, trying to stay out of the monster's 'strike zone' as Abyss swings the chair at him a couple times! Luke goes for the belt but he hangs just a little too low and Abyss cracks him in the hip with the steel chair! Simmonds holds on for dear life, reaching out for the belts again but Abyss lands a thunderous chairshot right on his spine, sending him crashing back to the mat! Abyss then turns the chair on Nick Havoc, laying him out with a hard shot across the back! He then drives the edge of the chair into Sam's abdomen, then brings the chair down across his back with another violent shot! HP's the last one left standing and he ducks the chairshot from Abyss, quickly bouncing off the ropes and landing a running dropkick that staggers the monster! HP hits another dropkick that sends him stumbling back against the ropes and HP quickly moves in, going to work with some more chops across the chest. HP snaps off a couple right hands but Abyss buries a knee into his gut then hoists him onto his shoulders, brutalizing him with the 'Shock Treatment'! Abyss gets back to his feet then looks up at the gold, heading for the corner.
George Daniels: Is this really about to happen?
Paige Dailey: Can he even make it across the cable?
Abyss reaches the top rope and gingerly grabs the cable, slowly-but-steadily making his way towards the title belts. The crowd is getting louder but there's nobody in position to stop the monster as he inches his way closer to the gold! The big man gets within reach and stretches his arm out for the belts but RVD's up on the top rope. He dives right at Abyss, hitting the big man with a flying crossbody that takes them both down hard! RVD gets up slowly but quickly bounces off the ropes, coming right back with 'Rolling Thunder' right onto Abyss! RVD pushes himself back up but he's hit from behind with a double axehandle from Sam Joseph! RVD drops down to one knee and Sam moves into position, connecting with the Ruthless Bullet that plants Van Dam right on his skull! Sam barely gets back to his feet when Havoc nails him from behind, pummeling him with several heavy shots. Havoc using those HUGE right hands to punish him but Sam grabs Havoc by the waistband, dropping down and jerking Havoc through the ropes and all the way to the concrete outside! Sam pushes himself back up and he immediately starts up the turnbuckle and grabs onto the cable overhead...
George Daniels: Sam Joseph with a clear path to the gold but HPSter and Luke Simmonds are hot on his tail!
Sam makes his way along the cable to the middle of the ring but Simmonds manages to close the gap behind him. Sam reaches for the belts and gets his fingertips on them when Luke catches him with a stiff kick to the ribs! Sam hooks his arm over the cable for more leverage while Luke gets in close, landing a couple quick bodyblows. HP moves in from the opposite side while Sam fires off a couple back elbows that almost knock Simmonds loose. HP goes for the belts but Sam gets both feet up and kicks him in the abdomen! Sam trying to fight off both men until HP grabs hold of one of his feet. He struggles to free himself and kicks at HP with his free leg, knocking him loose from the cable! HP falls towards the mat but he drags Sam down with him as both men crash from 15 feet above!
George Daniels: HPSter and Sam Joseph just crashed and burned hard!
Paige Dailey: Luke Simmonds is up there all by himself!
Luke hurries along the cable to the middle where the belts are. He starts to unhook the gold and he pulls loose the x-core championship, getting a HUGE pop from the crowd! Luke goes for the other title but he loses his grip and drops to the canvas, clutching the title belt close to his chest!
Paige Dailey: WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMP!
Winner of the X-Core Championship: Luke Simmonds
George Daniels: Simmonds just came down hard but he's still got the title belt in his hands!
Luke rolls over and starts to push himself back up but Havoc grabs him from behind, slinging him around and into the corner shoulder-first! Luke stumbles out of the corner clutching his shoulder and he walks right into a shot to the gut from Havoc, setting him up for Brain Damage! Simmonds is out and Havoc kicks his x-core title out of the ring and onto the floor. Havoc starts toward the corner but HP drills him with a shot to the back! HP forces the big man into the corner and lands some snapping punches to the face but Havoc shoves him back, then nails him with a HUGE big boot to the face! Havoc then starts up the turnbuckles and grabs onto the cable at the top. He swings out from the corner and begins making his way towards the last belt left - the US title.
John Kingston: Here we go! Nick Havoc's headed for the gold and there's not a thing that can stop him!
George Daniels: Abyss is back on his feet again but Havoc's almost made it to the gold...
John Kingston: HURRY! HURRY! Get over there before that freak figures out what's going on!
Havoc's legs are hanging within reach and Abyss manages to grab hold of his ankle! Havoc struggles and he kicks free and keeps on going for the belt! Abyss grabs hold of him again, this time putting his full weight into it to slow Nick down! Havoc struggles to maintain his grip but he's forced to let go and he drops down to the mat, landing on his feet and stumbling into the ropes. Havoc immediately charges at Abyss but the monster's ready for him, catching him with the Blackhole Slam!
George Daniels: Blackhole Slam from the monster! And Nick Havoc just got planted into the canvas hard!
Abyss gets back on his feet and he heads for the corner, grabbing the infamous black bag. He rips the bag open and dumps the contents - shards of broken glass - all over the center of the ring! The crowd noise gets even louder as Abyss tosses the bag out of the ring and takes aim at his next victim but he gets leveled by a missile dropkick from Sam Joseph, knocking the monster head over heels! Sam goes on the attack with some knife-edged chops to the chest, wearing Abyss down enough for a standing dropkick that knocks him through the ropes and out onto the apron. Abyss gets back onto his feet and Sam's got the steel chair in hand and he takes a swing but Abyss blocks it! Abyss jerks the chair out of Sam's hand but RVD comes in from out of nowhere, connecting with the 'Van Daminator' that sends Abyss flying off the apron and onto the concrete floor! RVD gets back on his feet and Sam goes after him with the chair this time but he misses the mark, leaving himself open for a 'Van Daminator' that drops Sam instantly!
Paige Dailey: BOOM! Van Daminator from out of nowhere!
George Daniels: Van Dam firing on all cylinders right now and he's cleaning house with the help of some steel!
RVD leans back against the ropes, pulling himself together before he jumps up onto the top rope and jumps to grab hold of the cable above. He moves slowly, still hurting bad from earlier but he makes steady progress towards the US title. The crowd are on their feet, watching with anticipation as RVD inches closer but he's forced to stop because of the pain. Meanwhile, Simmonds is back up in the ring. He starts climbing the turnbuckle in the corner but HP grabs his ankle and jerks him off the turnbuckle to the canvas! Luke staggers back onto his feet and HP goes downstairs with a shot to the gut, then goes for Tall, Grande, Venti but Luke slips loose and drops behind him! HP throws a wild back elbow but misses the mark and Luke catches him with a backdrop! Luke gets back to his feet but RVD's on the move again. Simmonds doesn't have time to think, he simply acts as he hops out onto the apron and goes for a springboard. Luke dives at RVD with a flying forearm but RVD kicks his legs and swings out of the way at the last second, leaving Simmonds to crash right into the referee!
John Kingston: He just took out the referee!
George Daniels: Simmonds with the costly miss and he nailed the referee with the flying forearm instead!
RVD's left all alone on the cable and he starts moving towards the belt again. The fans start getting louder as he reaches the title, slowly unhooking the belt and pulling it against his chest!
George Daniels: And we've got a new United States champion!
A second referee comes running from the back, heading toward the ring while RVD hangs precariously from the cable with the belt in hand. But Nick Havoc comes in with the steel chair, nailing RVD in the back with a hard chairshot! Havoc's standing right in the middle of the broken glass as he grabs RVD's feet and he jerks him loose from the cable, bringing RVD crashing down right onto the broken glass!
George Daniels: GOOD GOD! RVD just landed in the glass!
Paige Dailey: Van Dam had the title in his grasp but Havoc just ripped him to shreds with that glass!
The crowd gasps as RVD howls in agony, writhing on the mat! Havoc immediately goes after the belt and RVD tries to hang on but Havoc rips the belt out of his grasp, stumbling back into the turnbuckle!
George Daniels: HEY! That belongs to Van Dam, you can't do that!
John Kingston: YES!
The second referee comes sliding into the ring and he quickly assesses the situation, seeing Havoc clutching the US title in the corner and the referee calls for the bell!
Winner of the United States Championship: "Sick" Nick Havoc
George Daniels: What?! NO! Not like this!
John Kingston: YES! NEW CHAMPION!
George Daniels: That's not right! That belt ought to be Van Dam's, he's the one that pulled it loose! Not Nick Havoc!
"Matter of Time" by Hellyeah hits as Havoc rolls out of the ring, taking the blood-stained US title with him! The crowd boos as Havoc makes his way around the ring, passing several broken bodies that are strewn out all over the place. Havoc finally reaches the ramp, stumbling along the way and dropping down onto the metal surface. Spent and sporting a bit of glass and some of RVD's blood on his arm, Havoc takes a moment to pull himself together and he smiles while holding the title belt in the air!
John Kingston: We've got two new champions tonight! And while I'm not sure about the x-core title, the US championship is right where it belongs and that's with "Sick" Nick Havoc!
George Daniels: In what was one hell of a match, Luke Simmonds will leave as the new x-core champion! But Rob Van Dam ought to be a champion right now as well!
Paige Dailey: I don't think Van Dam's in position to do much of anything right now, not after that crash landing a few moments ago!
On the other side of the ringside area, Luke Simmonds is slumped against the barricade on the floor, barely able to hold onto his championship belt. The fans pop loud when they spot him up on the jumbotron but when Havoc's image comes back up, the cheers turn into boos all over again...
George Daniels: The crowd's letting Havoc know exactly what they think of him right now and in my opinion, he deserves every bit of it.
John Kingston: But that doesn't change the fact that we've got two, count 'em TWO new champions!
George Daniels: For better or worse, your new champions are Luke Simmonds and "Sick" Nick Havoc.
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Carmen Lewis: The Following Contest is the Three Stages of Hell Match! The first fall is a standard one fall match. The second fall is an X-Core Rules match and the third fall if it is necessary is a Steel Cage Match!
"The Wicker Man" by Iron Maiden hits and Parliament makes his way out on to the stage. He raises both arms into the air as red and blue pyros go off above him.
Carmen Lewis: Introducing first from Nottingham, England… Weighing in at 246 pounds… Parliament!
Parliament hops back and forth on the stage as the pyros continue before letting out a scream. He walks to the ring paying no attention to the crowd and rolls under the bottom rope and stares up at the stage awaiting J.T. Cash.
“Enemy” by Sevendust begins playing a huge silver pyro erupts over the stage. The crowd explodes as J.T. Cash walks out onto the stage wearing a XHW hoodie with the hood up over his head. He glares down at the ring where Parliament is returning his gaze.
Carmen Lewis: And his opponent from Las Vegas, Nevada… weighing in at 225 pounds… J.T. Cash!
Cash walks down the ramp never taking his eyes off Parliament. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and removes his hoody tossing it into the crowd. Cash rolls his shoulders and slides into the ring which prompts Parliament to charge him and both men begin exchanging punches as the crowd erupts and the referee signals for the bell.
George Daniels: And here we go! The first fall is a straight up match. You win by pinfall, submission, countout, or disqualification.
John Kingston: Yeah and this is the match that Parliament is obviously the favorite in.
Paige Dailey: You’re acting like Cash has never won a match that wasn’t X-Core Rules.
Cash backs Parliament up with right hands into the ropes. He then fires Parliament into the opposite ropes and catches him coming off with a back body drop. Parliament hits the mat back first and raises up clutching his back. Cash runs and bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Parliament in the face. Cash slides over into a mounted position and rains down on Parliament with rights and lefts. Cash hops up, bounces off the ropes, and drives an elbow into the chest of Parliament. Cash goes for a cover but Parliament kicks out at two. Cash lifts Parliament to his feet and whips him into the ropes and catches him with a back elbow to the jaw sending Parliament back to the mat. Parliament scrambles back to his feet and goes for a lariat but Cash ducks under it. Cash bounces off the ropes, leaps into the air and connects with a flying closeline. Cash goes for another cover and once again Parliament kicks out at two. Cash stands up and moves over to the corner. Cash pushes himself up onto the second rope and leaps off driving an elbow into the heart of Parliament. Parliament rolls away clutching his chest and rolls outside the ring. Parliament leans against the guardrail trying to regain his bearings but as he turns back to the ring Cash comes flying between the second and third ropes into him sending Parliament crashing into the guardrail and to the floor.
George Daniels: Suicide Dive by J.T. Cash and he is all over Parliament here early on!
John Kingston: He should be disqualified for that!
Cash pulls himself back up and smiles out at the crowd. He picks up Parliament and rolls him back into the ring and follows him. Cash pulls Parliament up and irish whips him into the ropes. Parliament bounces off and ducks under Cash’s closeline attempt, locks in a waist lock and drills Cash with a thunderous release german suplex. Parliament slowly gets to his feet and leans against the ropes catching his breath. A sneer spreads across his face as he looks down at his hated rival and he begins stomping away at Cash. The referee steps in as he pushes his boot down across Cash’s throat choking him. Parliament breaks the choke at 4 before he is disqualified and pulls Cash up by his hair. He lifts him up in a standing vertical suplex position before letting the blood rush to his head as he holds him up. He taunts the crowd which brings on a roar of boos before he finally slams Cash down in the center of the ring. Parliament floats over into a pin attempt but Cash kicks out at two. Parliament raises up to his knees and clutches Cash’s head in one hand as he rains down quick punches to his forehead. Parliament stands up and bounces off the ropes before leaping up and driving his knee into Cash’s head. Cash rolls away holding his forehead and gets to the ropes. He starts to pull himself up but Parliament is already there and stomps him back down to the mat. Parliament then drags Cash back over to the center of the ring and locks him in a seated rear chinlock. Parliament puts all his weight down on the back of Cash’s neck and wrenches in as much torque as he can produce.
George Daniels: Parliament has taken over this match completely and that spells trouble for JT Cash.
John Kingston: Britain’s greatest export is proving why he is the superior athlete and not just a flash in the pan like Cash!
Paige Daily: You just called a former XHW Undisputed Champion a flash in the pan?
Cash rolls to his side to relieve some of the pressure from his neck and then raises up to his knees. Cash drives an elbow into the ribs of Parliament and then delivers another. Cash delivers a thunderous third elbow to Parliament’s mid-section which breaks his grip and Cash runs into the opposite ropes, bounces off, but is met with a huge overhead belly to belly suplex from Parliament. Cash writhes in pain as Parliament climbs back to his feet. He races over and hooks Cash’s far leg but Cash just manages to get a shoulder up. Parliament slaps the mat in frustration and pulls Cash up by his ears. He shoves Cash into the corner and follows him in with a shoulder thrust to Cash’s ribs and then lifts him onto the top rope. Parliament climbs up to the second rope and drives a forearm to the jaw of Cash and drapes his legs over the top rope. Parliament steps up to the top rope and positions Cash in a powerbomb position. He tries lifting Cash up but Cash grabs a hold of the top rope blocking the move. Parliament clubs the back of Cash but Cash retaliates with a punch to Parliament’s ribs and then delivers a second and a third. Cash stands up on the top rope and shoves Parliament off sending him crashing to the mat. Cash then leaps off and delivers The Cash Vault onto Parliament!
George Daniels: Cash Vault! Cash Vault! Come on kid, cover him!
Cash and Parliament lay on the mat and after a few seconds Cash crawls over and drapes an arm over Parliament. The referee counts 1…2…Thr… Parliament just gets a shoulder up! Cash looks up with a complete look of shock as the crowd lets out a huge gasp! Cash hooks Parliament’s leg but still only gets a two count. He pulls Parliament up and drives several right hands into his jaw and whips him into the ropes. Parliament bounces off but as he comes back Cash telegraphs a back body drop and is greeted with a kick to the face which stands him up and then huge haymaker that spins him all the way around. Parliament then kicks him in the gut and lifts him up. He gets ready to deliver The Book but Cash rains down a few right hands and then drills Parliament with The Generation Gap! Cash bridges it with a pinning attempt and the referee counts! 1…2…3!
Winner of the First Fall: JT Cash
George Daniels: Oh my god! The First fall goes to J.T. Cash
John Kingston: That was a fast count! It had to be!
Paige Daily: Like hell it was John! Cash gets the first fall and now it’s on to the second one. X-Core Rules!
The referee orders Cash back over to a corner and allows Parliament a one minute recovery period. Parliament sits up and looks over at Cash with a shocker look on his face. He slams his fist into the mat and looks over at Cash with pure hatred in his eyes and Cash’s only response is a smile. The referee signals for the bell to sound as Parliament gets to his feet and Cash charges but Parliament ducks out of the ring. He moves around to the announce table and grabs a microphone.
Parliament: This whole damn thing is rigged! Cash there is no damn way you could have beaten me in a straight up match! And now it’s on to this barbaric X-Core Rules malarkey! Well I call foul. I will not be forced to participate in this atrocity of a match! This is over!
Parliament tosses the microphone down and begins walking around the ring to the ramp. No sooner does he make it to the ramp though and he is greeted with a flying body splash over the ropes onto him by J.T. Cash. The crowd erupts as Cash rolls back to his feet and begins stomping away on Parliament!
John Kingston: What the hell is this?! Parliament said this match was over and he gets assaulted by Cash and the referee is not even intervening!
Cash hops up and looks down at Parliament. He looks out over the crowd and a smile spreads slowly across his face. Cash rushes over to the ring and digs under it before emerging holding a kendo stick. Parliament gets back to his feet but is sent back to the ground screaming as Cash cracks the stick across his back. Cash then drives the stick down across Parliament over and over again and the crowd begins counting along with it. The count stops at 13 as the stick is no more than splinters and bamboo thread. Parliament is writhing in pain and his back is bleeding from several places. Cash drops the stick and pulls Parliament up. He whips him shoulder first into the steel steps. Parliament is seated in front of the steps as Cash charges him but Parliament hops up and grabs Cash, lifts him up while turning and drives him down back first across the steps with a spinebuster. Cash rolls off the steps to the ground as Parliament props himself up on the steps. He clutches his back as he walks around the steps to where Cash is laying. Parliament stares down at Cash and shakes his head. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. Parliament sets it up there on the outside and picks up Cash. He positions himself in front of the table and then T-Bone Suplexes Cash through the table! Parliament stands up and looks over at the crowd at ringside and laughs. “So this is wrestling eh? You like this? We’ll see if you still feel the same way after I destroy your hero,” Parliament says and the fans erupt in boos. Parliament reaches back under the ring and removes a trash can filled with fluorescent light tubes. Parliament slides the whole thing under the bottom rope and then reaches back under the ring and pulls out a very large ladder. He slides the ladder under the bottom rope and then moves over to Cash and pulls him up. He smashes Cash face first into the ring post and throws him into the ring under the bottom rope. Cash rolls a few times before laying motionless in the ring as Parliament slides in after him. He pulls one of the light tubes out of the trash can and examines it in his hand. Parliament shakes his head and then reaches down with his other hand and pulls Cash up by the hair of his head. J.T. Cash stands before Parliament still out of it from the suplex through the table and Parliament rears back with the light tube. Parliament swings the tube at his head but Cash ducks underneath it causing Parliament to turn even more and Cash grabs him in a rear waist lock and delivers a thunderous german suplex which causes Parliament to drop the light tube. Cash rolls over to the ropes and uses them to get back to his feet. Parliament slowly rises up as well but is met with a super kick that sends him back down onto the light tube shattering it under his back. The crowd erupts in cheers as Parliament rolls around in pain and Cash moves over to the ladder and leans it up in the corner.
George Daniels: This match has taken a very violent turn. Now Cash is setting up a ladder in the corner and we all have to be thinking he has very bad intentions for that ladder.
John Kingston: Parliament does not deserve this. He didn’t even want to continue!
Cash walks over to Parliament and delivers a kick to the side of his face before pulling him to his feet. He points to the ladder which gains a pop from the crowd and he irish whips Parliament towards the ladder but Parliament reverses it pulling Cash into his arms. Parliament locks his hands around Cash and throws him over his head with another overhead belly to belly suplex but this time into the ladder! The crowd lets out a huge “OH!” as Cash smashes back first into the ladder and then falls to the mat. Both men lay motionless on the mat for a few seconds until Parliament finally rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up to all fours. He crawls over and rolls Cash onto his back and covers him. The referee counts 1…2…Kickout by Cash. Parliament raises up and looks down at Cash with an expression of pure shock. Parliament then grabs a light tube from the trash can and waits as Cash raises up to his knees and Parliament smashes it across his forehead! Cash falls to his back and Parliament covers him again but Cash once again kicks out at two! Parliament jumps back to his feet and angrily grabs the ladder and pulls it out to the center of the ring and lays it down. He picks up Cash and pulls him over in front of the ladder. Parliament goes for a Northern Lights Suplex onto the ladder but Cash blocks it with a knee to Parliament’s ribs. Cash drives another knee into Parliament’s midsection and then shoves Parliament into the corner. Cash charges in and leaps up smashing a knee into the chin of Parliament and then stands on the second rope and rains down several punches to his temple as the eagerly counts along. As they reach eight Parliament grabs Cash by the legs and walks out away from the corner with Cash in a powerbomb position and delivers The Book!
George Daniels: Oh God he hit him with The Book!
Paige Daily: What an upset this would be if he can pin Cash here in an X-Core Rules Match!
Parliament hooks the leg for the pin and the referee counts 1…2… Thre…Kickout by Cash! Parliament rolls off of Cash and leans against the ropes staring down at him in disbelief. The crowd begins chanting Cash’s name over and over but Parliament responds by furiously stomping away at Cash. He picks him up and yanks him over to the ladder. Parliament makes a throat cutting motion and lifts him up for a powerbomb but Cash floats over and rolls up Parliament for a pin. The referee counts but Parliament just manages to get a shoulder up at two. Both men rise to their feet and Parliament goes for a kick but Cash catches it, and closelines Parliament down. Parliament bounces back up but is met with another closeline and then as he gets back up is met with a third. Cash then picks Parliament up and kicks him in the gut and drills him face first into the mat with a ddt. He goes for a cover but once again Parliament kicks out at two. Cash sits up and looks out at the crowd with blood all over his face from the light bulb shot and points at the ladder. The crowd erupts in cheers as Cash stands up and reaches down to pick up Parliament. As he bends down Parliament reaches up and rolls him up in a small package. The referee counts 1…2…Kicout by Cash! Parliament stands up but falls back down to one knee as Cash struggles back to his feet as well. Cash hammers a right hand across Parliament’s jaw and Parliament responds with a punch to the gut of Cash. Cash fires another right hand and Parliament gets back to both feet as he drives another punch to Cash’s ribs. Cash goes for yet another right hand but Parliament ducks under it, locks in a half nelson and delivers a half nelson suplex sending Cash head first onto the ladder! Parliament then pulls Cash back to his feet, lifts him up, and delivers The Book for a second time! Parliament covers Cash and the referee counts. 1…2…3!
Winner of the Second Fall: Parliament
George Daniels: Good God! It took a suplex on a ladder and a second Book but Parliament wins the second fall! And we saw an extreme side of Parliament in that one John.
John Kingston: Be careful what you wish for George. That is the lesson that is sinking into the brain of J.T. Cash right now.
Paige Dailey: And now it is time for the third and deciding fall… The Steel Cage Match! The only way to win is by escaping the cage through the door or climbing over the top rope or by pinfall.
George Daniels: Hey! The ladder and the light bulbs are still in the ring!
Parliament stands up and grins big at Cash as the cage begins lowering down around the ring. The cage finally is in place and the referee signals for the bell. Cash still has yet to move and Parliament walks over and just puts his foot down on the chest of Cash. He raises both arms into the air as the referee counts and the crowd boos. 1…2… and Cash breaks up the pinfall by grabbing Parliament’s ankle and tossing him to the mat. Cash hangs on and locks in The Vegas Stretch! Parliament screams out in pain as Cash wrenches in the hold.
John Kingston: What the hell is Cash doing? There are no submissions in this match!
George Daniels: I think this is beyond winning the match John. Cash is trying to end Parliament!
Paige Dailey: Plus Parliament can’t stop Cash from climbing out if he can’t walk.
Parliament crawls towards the light tubes but falls back to the mat as Cash rears back with even more pressure. Parliament stretches out his arms towards the light tubes but they are still out of reach. Cash’s blood covered face twists as he uses every bit of leverage and strength he has left trying to torture Parliament. Parliament crawls a few more inches and gets his hand on a light tube. He swings back over his body and smashes it across the back of Cash’s head. Cash falls forward clutching his head as Parliament rolls away in pain. Both men lay in heaps as the crowd begins chanting “XHW! XHW!” over and over. Parliament tries to get to his feet but his legs give out and he slumps against the ropes. Cash gets to his feet and blood pours from his head as he charges Parliament. He rains down a flurry of punches and kicks driving Parliament down to the mat causing the crowd to explode. He picks Parliament up and smashes him head first into the cage and then pulls him across to the other side and tosses him face first into the cage wall. Parliament falls in between the ropes and the cage and Cash, using his foot, grinds Parliament’s face into the cage. Blood begins pouring from a cut above his left eye and trickles down into his teeth as he yells out in pain. Cash pulls Parliament away from the cage by his boot and goes for The Vegas Stretch once again but Parliament pushes him away with an upkick to the jaw. Cash comes back and goes for an elbow drop but Parliament rolls out of the way. Parliament pulls himself up to his feet and Cash gets up and runs towards him but Parliament sidesteps and tosses him face first into the wall. Cash crumples to the mat and Parliament begins trying to climb the cage wall. Parliament makes it a few feet up but his legs keep giving out on him. As he struggles up the cage J.T. Cash gets to his feet and grabs a light tube. He walks over and smashes it over the back of Parliament causing him to drop down and crotch himself on the top rope. Cash then dropkicks him in the side of the head causing his head to bounce off the cage! Parliament crumples down to the mat and Cash falls across him for the pin but Parliament kicks out at two!
George Daniels: Another kickout by Parliament! What a war!
John Kingston: This is inhumane. Parliament is only trying to help this company and instead of being rewarded he is being forced to compete in this barbaric match! Look at him! He is bleeding and beaten to a pulp. I hope the fans are happy!
Paige Dailey: From the sound of them I think they are.
Cash gets to his feet and stomps down on Parliament before climbing to the top rope and begins ascending the cage. Parliament rolls over onto his stomach and pulls himself up using the ropes. He then climbs up to the top rope and grabs Cash’s foot. Cash slips down the cage a bit and Parliament drives a forearm across Cash’s back before pulling him down onto the top rope as well. Both men begin exchanging punches but Cash finally gets the upper hand. He then leaps up, wraps his legs around the neck of Parliament and delivers The Generation Gap off the top rope down to the mat!
George Daniels: The Generation Gap from the top rope! Dear God!
Paige Dailey: That took just as much out of Cash though George.
George Daniels: Both men are down! What is it going to take to end this?!
Moments tick off the clock and Cash is the first to stir, clawing his way towards Parliament and throwing an arm across his chest! The referee drops down to make the cover but Parliament gets the shoulder up at the last second! Cash can't believe it! He crawls to the corner, using the ropes to help pull himself back onto his feet. The crowd starts to cheer and Cash is feeding off them, starting to feel the adrenaline pumping as he turns towards Parliament. JT picks him up and delivers a trio of hard right hands to the face, then slings Parliament around and slams his face into the steel cage! Parliament stumbles around and JT floors him with another right hand! Parliament gets back to his feet and Cash scores with a big time scoop slam! JT quickly heads to the corner, climbing up to the top turnbuckle. He looks up at the top of the cage and the crowd roars, wanting him to go for the escape but then Cash looks back down at Parliament on the canvas...
Paige Dailey: GO FOR IT!
George Daniels: Cash is up on the top rope and I think he's thinking of putting the exclamation point on this one!
Parliament is still down and JT dives off the top rope with the Cash Vault - but Parliament moves out of the way! JT hits the canvas in a violent crash and Parliament springs into action, stacking Cash up onto his shoulders! The referee goes for the count and JT tries to kick out but Parliament has a handful of tights, holding him in place to secure the 3-count!
Winner of the Final Fall: Parliament
John Kingston: HE DID IT! PARLIAMENT HAS DEFEATED JT CASH!
George Daniels: He had the man by the tights! Come on!
John Kingston: I didn't see it! I didn't see a thing except the referee count the 3 and award Parliament the win!
Parliament falls to the mat, almost collapsing as it were. His music starts to blare through the arena while the crowd boos venomously! JT Cash writhes on the mat, still in a world of pain as the referee kneels down to check him over.
George Daniels: JT Cash missed with the Cash Vault and he came down hard on the mat, potentially seriously injuring himself in the process! But Parliament STILL using the tights for the unfair advantage!
Paige Dailey: There's no rules inside the steel cage, George. And like it or not, Parliament picked up a huge win tonight and that may have just put him in title contention!
John Kingston: The bottom line? ENGLAND PREVAILS.
Parliament's on his feet, slowly exiting the cage with the help of a couple officials and he's got his hand raised in the air!
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George Daniels: Well I can say without a shadow of a doubt that Full Throttle has been one of the greatest nights…
“This Fire Burns” hits interrupting George Daniels mid-sentence. Howell makes his way out from the back…his face black and blue and bandaged above his eye, showing the scars of his brutal encounter with Josh Taylor earlier in the night.
John Kingston: There he is ladies and gentlemen! One of the true up-and-comers in this business as he once again proved tonight against Josh Taylor!
Paige Taylor: He looks a bit worse for wear and I wonder what he is doing coming out here right now…as far as I can tell this wasn’t scheduled.
John Kingston: He’s Howell…Mr. Unpredictable, so he can do whatever the hell he wants!
George Daniels: I’m also wondering what his agenda is for coming out here right now, but I guess that is what he’ll tell us.
He slowly makes his way towards the ring with a severe limp, and even though he is in obvious pain he has a smile glued to his face after everything that has happened tonight. He uses the steps to get onto the ring apron and walks into the middle of the ring, holding his arms up into the air at the displeasure of the Japanese contingent. He is given a microphone from Carmen Lewis and he begins to address everyone in attendance and the rest of the world watching.
Howell: Awww, what’s wrong Tokyo? Did you not like how I destroyed one of your heroes tonight? Or is it that you finally realized just like last time, Josh Taylor is going to tuck his tail between his legs and go sit on his couch and get fat again for another four years?
The crowd once again voices its displeasure towards Howell, and he continues to just eat up the negative reactions.
Howell: While I am over the moon right now even though I am barely able to feel my face or lower limbs, I didn’t come out here to gloat about tonight…or at least it wasn’t the ONLY reason I came out here. The thing is, earlier this week I was confronted once again by the so-called “Ruthless Hitman” Sam Joseph. You know, the guy I spent my first three months in the XHW beating up on. Clearly he’s back in make believe land on his little “Greatest of All-Time” trip, which he actually thinks is true…most likely because of all the times I’ve given him a concussion. Never has someone been using such an overused line been quite the fraud that he is. I mean look at him…with two title belts for the taking here earlier tonight he ONCE AGAIN comes up short in a big situation. In a match where he didn’t even deserve to be part of and only was because he is buddy buddy with our corrupt General Manager, Ol’ Mother Hubbard. This is the guy who week after week tried to do whatever he could to bait me so I would give him another shot after I beat him fair and square in the middle of the ring at Battle of New York. Nothing was going to get me to fall for his games, and I proved that when I took him out of commission for two months to make sure of it. Now he’s back to his old tricks, and quite frankly I’m fucking sick and damn tired of it. This has got to end…and if Joseph is man enough, we are going to END IT next Tuesday night on Riot!
Howell looks into the camera and begins to speak again, like he is looking right into Sam’s eyes.
Howell: You’ve been the one asking for it…so if you’re still man enough get the hell out here and listen to my proposal I’ve got for you!
Almost immediately after his last word comes out “The World Belongs to Me” by My Darkest Days hits. Sam Joseph makes his way out, also limping after the match he had earlier tonight. The Japanese crowd gives their former protégé a nice ovation. Joseph is about to begin speaking into his mic, but Howell cuts him off before he can even start.
Howell: NO! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR FUCKING VOICE! Well…at least not until I’m done laying out my challenge. Frankly I’m sick and tired of hearing the garbage and propaganda that spews out of your mouth each and every week. You try to act like some sort of hero to these people and it’s sickening. It’s almost as sickening as you pretending to be some big time star…well, the only star out of the two people standing out here is ME! You want to prove me wrong on that Sammy? Well prove it on Riot…Howell vs Sam Joseph!
The crowd erupts in cheers and Sam Joseph nods his head in agreement showing that he does indeed want it. Howell continues.
Howell: But wait, there’s more. I’m not just going to step into the ring with you after all this time for nothing. Like I’ve said before, you aren’t worth the time of day for me to even get my hands dirty…except for one thing that’d make it worth it to get my hands on you. And that would be, YOUR CAREER! You put IT on the line against me, and you’ve got your match!
The shocking stipulation by Howell is presented and the camera pans back to Sam Joseph, who continues to stare into the ring at Howell from his position on the stage. He shows no emotion one way or another as he contemplates what was just presented to him. After about ten seconds in thought he responds.
Sam Joseph: You’re on…
Joseph pauses for a moment as he accepts what Howell has put forward and continues again.
Sam Joseph: But, if you want me to put my career on the line against you Howell it isn’t going to be just like that. You want me to put something up…then you ALSO have to put something up against me, and no…not your career.
Sam looks towards the crowd as they sit in silence and back at Howell again.
Sam Joseph: Putting my career on the line is fine because I’m confident in my abilities regardless of the setback I had earlier tonight. The thing is…I want to be a champion, and what better way to do that than to have a guaranteed title shot. Howell…you happen to have one that you gained from your performance in the All or Nothing Battle Royal, and I want it! If YOU put your banked X-Core Title shot on the line against my career…well then, YOU’VE GOT A DEAL! I mean…unless you are just too much of a PUSSY to accept!
The crowd gives an “ohhhh” as Sam Joseph once again takes a shot at Howell’s manhood…something he has done many times before. Clearly once again he is using one of his baiting tactics. We go back towards Howell in the ring, who walks over to the ropes closest to the ramp and leans over.
Howell: Your career vs my banked X-Core title shot. You really aren’t in the position to negotiate little man…but, you know what? Fuck it. I know I am going to DESTROY YOU next Riot so…IT’S A DEAL!
The crowd goes nuts as the match becomes official between the two men and the stakes could not be any higher.
Howell: You better prepare yourself Joseph. The legacy you’ve tried to build…it all ENDS next Tuesday night. Your career will be down in flames thanks to me! I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true…
“This Fire Burns” hits once again as Howell drops the microphone and continues to bark towards Sam Joseph, who smiles standing on the ramp as he finally gets his rematch. Joseph turns around and exits through the back as Howell leaves the ring and limps up towards the stage as he raises his arms up into the air, getting one last unwelcoming greeting from Japan as he exits and begins his preparation to rid the XHW of one of his mortal enemies in just over one week.
George Daniels: That was a HUGE announcement! Next Riot, Howell puts his banked X-Core title opportunity on the line and Sam Joseph puts his career on the line.
Paige Dailey: Both men taking a risk, but one is much more than the other there.
John Kingston: Bye bye Sam Joseph. He asked for it and now Howell will finish him!
George Daniels: I can’t believe that it came to this just to see a re-match between these two men, but at least it is going to happen now, though under some pretty extreme circumstances. Another huge reason to tune into Riot next Tuesday night!
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“Like Ashes On a Wasteland” began to play and the swirl of gold lights filled the Tokyo doming, heralding the arrival of the Diva Destroyer. Syren was was set for action, dressed in a dark blue ensemble that was quite striking… or would have been if the murderous look in her eyes hadn’t stolen any hint of beauty from her amazonian face. She stalked down toward the ring like a hungry tiger, stepping up the steel stairs and taking her place in her corner and watching the ramp with anticipation. The crowd, which had barely acknowledged the entrance of the Diva Destroyer went wild as the Covergirl’s theme, “Roar” began to play.
Paige Dailey: There she is! My pick for this year’s Ms. XHW, Dakota Burrows!
To say Dakota strut to the ring would have put it mildly. She, in true Covergirl faction, floated down the ramp. She was dressed in her finest ring gear and ready for action. She was not all the way to the ring, when her music was rudely interrupted by a wicked little laugh and the sultry beats of “Ooh La La” hit the speakers. Dakota spun on her heel, staring up the ramp in anger. The minx herself appeared atop the ramp, dressed in skin tight, glistening latex. Dakota stared daggers up at her, but Ruby simply smiled. That sickeningly sweet, deviously wicked grin and continued her descent to the ring. One hip at a time the Malicious Minx approached, carrying her Undisputed Women’s Title belt over her shoulder but then Dakota charged! A hard clothesline was forthcoming and put the Women’s Champ on her back!
Paige Dailey: Dakota nailing Ruby!
John Kingston: I’d love to nail both of them!
Paige Dailey: Pervert…
John Kingston: Guilty as charged Paige.
Syren just looked on at her competition, this match not yet underway and already her competitors tearing at each other. Ruby had hit the steel ramp hard and the pair had begun to tussle, rolling their way down the ramp to right in front of the ring. The gorgeous pair of women came to their feet and began to exhange a flurry of slaps and chick kicks. The referee looked on helplessly, unable to start the match as not all three competitors had entered the ring. Syren glared at her opponents, as Ruby caught Dakota in a side headlock. Ruby wrenched on the head of Dakota, but then Syren charged! A look of bewildered shock crossed Ruby’s face for an instant as Syren dove through the ropes, nailing both the other women with a huge flying clothesline!
All three went down hard, but Dakota got the worst of it. With both of her opponents coming down on top of her the Covergirl was barely moving. Syren came up first, grabbing both Ruby and Dakota by the hair and tossing them unceremoniously under the ropes and into the ring. She then slid under the ropes herself and the referee signaled for the bell, officially starting the match.
Syren was in control from the start, having capitalized with that huge clothesline. Ruby was coming to her feet slowly and Syren was right there. Dominatrix right away, the Malicious Minx bouncing off the mat hard. However, the champ was able to roll to the ropes. Syren turned her attention then to Dakota, pulling the Covergirl to her feet and nailing a short armed lariat that would have made a gorilla’s head spin.
Paige Dailey: The Diva Destroyer in full force tonight, absolutely owning this match!
George Daniels: She wants this, and is out to remind everyone exactly who she is.
Syren went for the cover, but Ruby had somehow managed to get to her feet and broke it up at two. Syren smashed her fist to the canvas, standing up and turning her attention to the Champion. Ruby slapped the face of the Diva Destroyer hard, and Syren backed up slowly. Reaching her hand up to touch her cheek she shook her head and lunged forward with another clothesline attempt. Ruby saw it coming though, and ducked to the side, Syren instead crashing in to Dakota as she struggled to her feet. Ruby then tried for a school girl roll up on Syren, but Syren wouldn’t go backward, instead planting herself right in Ruby’s…. ample, chest.
The referee got a two count before the Malicious Minx managed to squirm free. Rolling clear of the ring she stared up at the Dvia Destroyer who just stared back at her with confident eyes. The two women stared at each other for a long moment, the tension absolutely palpable. A tension that was shattered as Dakota smashed a forearm into Syren’s back. Syren pitched forward and bounced off the ropes, spinning around into a DDT from the Cover Girl! Ruby was back in the ring, and she and Dakota exchanged a long look… before turning shoulder to shoulder and both laying kicks into the Diva Destroyer!
Paige Dailey: I think these two women just defined frenemies!
George Daniels: It’s an elimination match up, strange alliances are bound to happen, and right now Ruby and Dakota are taking it to Syren!
Syren was in trouble, as both women were now united in purpose against her. Heavy kicks and stomps rained down on her legs and midsection. She fought back hard, trying to gain her feet but a swinging neckbreaker from Dakota put the Diva Destroyer down hard. Ruby capitalized quickly, locking in her Latex Leglock! Dakota took one look at Ruby and then dropped down, a hard elbow to Syren’s sternum. Back up she came, and then a second elbow. Then a third, all while Ruby kept the submission locked in. Dakota then dropped down and went for a cover as Syren fought against the submission.
1…
2…
3..!
First Elimination: Syren
Ruby released the leglock and rolled away, Dakota hopping to her feet. Syren crawled from the ring slowly, staring up at both of the other women before storming to the back. Back in the ring the Cover Girl and the Latex Lady locked eyes, and it was Ruby who charged first. She was going for a Lou Thesz press, but Dakota caught her, spinning it around into a wicked Goldrush! Dakota went for the cover. trying to put the Women’s Champion away!
1…
2…
...kickout!
Dakota slapped the canvas in frustration and then hopped to her feet. Reaching down she dragged Ruby up be the hair. A hard chop across the generous bosom of Ruby was quickly followed by a second, a third, and then a fourth. Ruby stumbled back against the ropes but rebounded, ducking a clothesline, back off the ropes a second time, and one more ducking a clothesline. Dakota went to her knees with that one, and as Ruby bounced off the opposite ropes again it lined Dakota up perfectly for Seeing Red! Dakota hit the mat hard and Ruby hooked the leg.
1…
2…
3…!
Winner and the 2014 Ms XHW: Ruby Red
John Kingston: Sweet mother, she did it! The Red Queen has shown that not only is she the champion, she is indeed the Queen of the XHW!
George Kingston: She's certainly had a hell of a career already, and with less than a year in the company she's already on her way to being a legend. Congratulations to this year's Ms. XHW, Ruby Red!
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Carmen Lewis: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the MR XHW FINALS!
Carmen Lewis: Introducing first...standing 5-foot-8 and weighing in at 190 pounds...this is "Captain Hero" JAIME FLAWLESS!
Jaime makes his way through the curtain after his music starts, chin upraised in cocky arrogance despite showing the effects from his match earlier in the night. His arms raise halfway, reaching out toward the fans as he heads down the ramp with a confident look on his face...
George Daniels: This could be his night! This could be the night he trades in his 'Captain Hero' moniker for the title of Mr XHW!
John Kingston: You just know he paid her off to say that! Ugh!
George Daniels: Flawless had a tremendous matchup earlier this evening, just barely able to survive Envy's onslaught! Now he's set to face his own partner in a match that just might steal this entire show!
Jaime rolls into the ring and quickly gets to his feet, stretching his arms out again while the fans continue to cheer him on. Jaime heads to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, standing high above it aall as his music fades out...
Carmen Lewis: And his opponent...standing 5-foot-7 and weighing in at 171 pounds...this is "The Rainbow Warrior" NEON!
The drumbeats and guitar play as the song 'Loaded' is being played. Purple and neon green strobe lights speed through the arena. Neon is seen running out from the entrance in his usually paint covered attire and begins flicking paint about and hopping around and jirating to the music and spits colored water out into the air. Neon breaks into a sprint and heads down the ramp, quickly hopping up onto the apron and climbing the other side of the turnbuckle to come face to face with Flawless above the ring!
George Daniels: Neon climbing up to Jaime's level, perhaps his way of telling him "I'm just as good at this as you are, pal"..!
Paige Dailey: This guy went through a freaking war earlier tonight against Alex Homme and somehow, he pulled off a HUGE upset to reach the finals!
George Daniels: Shades of last year when Neon overcame the odds, defeating BOTH Leon Washington and North Starr to become the 2013 Mr XHW! And he could repeat here tonight but first, he'll need to beat the Flawless one!
Jaime and Neon stare at each other at the top. Moments pass until finally Jaime cracks a smirk and nods, prompting Neon to do the same. Flawless drops down to the mat and backs off while Neon climbs over the top, dropping down from the top rope. The referee checks with both men, giving them last minute instructions then turns to signal for the opening bell...
The bell sounds and both competitors come to the center of the ring, sharing a nod and a respectful fist-bump before they back off and start to circle. They come together for a tieup and Jaime goes to work with the side headlock, dropping Neon down to one knee. Jaime holds on tight but Neon struggles back onto his feet and twists out of the hold, quickly taking Flawless down with an inside cradle! The referee counts 2 but Jaime just BARELY kicks out at the last second! Neon pops back onto his feet, staring at Flawless with a smile while Jaime looks back wide-eyed, realizing it was almost over just like that...
George Daniels: I think Jaime's beside himself right at the moment.
Paige Dailey: He just saw it all slip away right before his very eyes!
Jaime gets back up and they start to circle again. They tieup a second time and Jaime takes Neon down with a quick arm wringer, moving right into an armbar. Neon struggles but Flawless leans into it, keeping him down on one knee. Jaime stays in close but Neon still able to push himself back up and he twists his way loose, reversing it with an arm wringer of his own. But this time Jaime reverses it right back and shifts into a backslide, pulling Neon down onto his shoulders! The referee makes the count and Neon manages to kick loose just before the 3-count! Both men are back up and they share a quick smirk before starting to circle once again...
George Daniels: A little tit for tat that time and Flawless showing him that he's every bit as good as his partner.
They circle yet again and come together for a tieup but this time Neon goes downstairs with a kick to the gut, followed by a couple hard right hands to the face! He backs Jaime up against the ropes then snaps off some knife-edged chops to the chest but Jaime quickly reverses him against the ropes, landing several chops of his own! Neon fires right back and they start trading chops back and forth in the center of the ring. The crowd is behind both men as they battle for the upper hand but Jaime looks to have more behind his chops, stringing several unanswered blows together before he fires Neon hard into the turnbuckle! Jaime charges in after him but Neon gets both feet up into his face, sending Flawless stumbling backwards. Neon quickly hops up onto the second rope and leaps into a missile dropkick but Jaime ducks out of the way, leaving Neon to crash and burn on the canvas! Jaime scrambles to make the cover but Neon gets the shoulder up at 2!
George Daniels: A quick 2-count that time and Flawless immediately goes right back work, looking to keep Neon grounded!
Paige Dailey: You keep him on the mat like that and you effectively cut Neon's offense in half!
Neon sits up but Jaime applies the side headlock, quickly muscling him back down to the mat. Neon struggles in the hold, trying to fight his way out of the predicament and Flaweless continues to bear down on him. Neon gets a little leverage and slips loose, countering into a hammerlock! Jaime struggles this time and fights his way to his feet, quickly countering into a hammerlock of his own. Neon counters right back but Jaime catches him with a back elbow to the side of the face, knocking him back against the ropes! Jaime rushes him and Neon surprises him with a back body drop, sending Flawless over the top rope but he comes down on his feet on the apron! Jaime drills Neon with a hard forearm shot and Neon comes right back with a jumping enziguri, knocking Flawless off the apron and to the concrete floor! Jaime pushes himself back up but he's hurting. He uses the barricade to balance himself then turns toward the ring in time to see Neon come sailing over the top rope with a rolling senton! Both men are down on the outside and the crowd is going wild!
John Kingston: The kid's gotta be nuts! I'd have just stayed in the ring and let him get counted out!
George Daniels: Neon doesn't want to win it that way! He wants to do it the same way he won it last year, by putting his opponent down for the 3-count inside the ring!
John Kingston: Well he's not gonna do it out there!
Neon's first to his feet and he tags Flawless with a couple hard shots. Jaime fires back with a pair of stiff chops across the chest and we've got a brawl on the outside. Jaime strings together three sizzling chops in a row but Neon buries a knee into his gut then shuts him down with a sitout jawbreaker! Flawless is down but Neon hurt himself on the landing. He drags Flawless up and slams his face onto the ring apron then fires him back into the ring again. The referee goes to check on him briefly while Neon drops down to a knee and looks underneath the ring, hauling a large metal ladder out! Neon picks the ladder up and sets it up on the apron but Jaime surprises him with a baseball slide, knocking it right back into Neon's face! Flawless rolls out of the ring and he drags Neon to his feet, landing a couple forearm shots. Jaime pummels Neon around the ring toward the bottom of the ramp and Neon puts on the brakes, firing off a couple quick punches of his own but Flawless blocks, quickly stunning him with a headbutt! Neon stumbles partway up the ramp and Jaime's right behind him, landing a couple clubbing blows before he sets Neon up and delivers a snap suplex onto the metal ramp! Neon's writhing in pain while Jaime pushes himself back onto his feet. He reaches down and grabs Neon by the hair, hauling him back onto his feet again and he lands a couple stiff kicks to the midsection then drags Neon down the ramp to ringside. Jaime hits a couple shots across the back then slings Neon around, hiptossing him right into the steel steps!
George Daniels: Hiptoss into the steel stairs and I think Neon might be broken in half after that landing! He bent his spine in a really bad angle and he's down on the floor in a lot of pain right now!
Paige Dailey: These two are supposed to be partners but they're tearing each other apart!
John Kingston: Partners don't matter when Mr XHW is on the line! You do whatever you've gotta do to win it, even if that means putting your own teammate in a wheel chair!
The referee slides out of the ring and immediately goes to check on Neon, who's clearly in a lot of pain on the floor. Meanwhile, Jaime picks the ladder up off the floor and he shoves it into the ring then rolls in after it. Jaime drags the ladder to the corner and leans it back against the turnbuckle then turns and rolls back to the outside again. Neon's still down on the concrete and Flawless herds the official out of the way, slowly pulling Neon back to his feet and firing him into the ring under the bottom rope. Jaime rolls in after him and makes the cover, getting a 2-count only! Flawless makes the cover again and hooks the leg this time, getting another 2-count before Neon kicks out! Jaime looks on in disbelief but quickly pushes himself up again. After a couple punishing minutes, Flawless goes for the Jaime Driver but Neon slips loose and drops down behind him! He hits a hard shot across the back then goes for a backdrop but Jaime rolls through, quickly countering with a russian legsweep. Jaime immediately gets up a head of steam, nearly taking Neon's head clean off with a shining wizard! He makes the cover again but Neon gets the shoulder up at 2!
George Daniels: Another nearfall and it may just be a matter of time now. Neon's taken an unbelievable beating tonight and it looks like he might just be running out of gas at this point.
Paige Dailey: They're both showing serious fatigue right now but Flawless has the upper hand. He's been forcing Neon to wrestle HIS kind of match and it's clearly taking its toll.
He stomps Neon a couple times then picks him up and slams his face into the turnbuckle. Flawless points across the ring at the ladder then goes for the irish whip, firing Neon toward the corner but he puts the brakes on at the last second! Jaime charges in after him and Neon ducks out of the way, causing Flawless to crash into the ladder instead! He stumbles backwards and Neon hits a double-leg takedown, quickly swinging Jaime into position for a sling-shot, sending Flawless face-first into the ladder a second time! Jaime slumps against the ladder, slowly pushing himself off and he staggers around to face Neon but the Rainbow Warrior goes downstairs with a boot to the gut then uses the ladder as a stepping stone, taking Flawless down with a Will-O-Wisp! Neon makes the cover but Jaime kicks out at 2! Neon rolls away wearily, showing signs of frustration as he pulls himself up again. He hits a trio of clubbing blows across the back then sets him up for the Destiny Destroyer but Jaime twists loose, driving a knee into his gut. Flawless comes right back with the 'Gold Card Member' but he misses the neckbreaker and Neon shoves him into the ladder hard! Flawless stumbles out of the corner, turning right into a Destiny Destroyer! Both men go down and Neon's too spent to follow through with the cover...
George Daniels: Destiny Destroyer! Neon hits the Destiny Destroyer but he's unable to capitalize on it!
Paige Dailey: LISTEN TO THIS CROWD! THEY'RE GOING ABSOLUTELY NUTS RIGHT NOW!
The fans are erupting loud enough to practically shake the arena, as dueling "LET'S GO NE-ON" and "JAI-ME FLAW-LESS" chants threaten to drown even the commentators out! Both men are laid out on the mat with the official checking them both over. Neon's the first to show signs of life, slowly rolling over onto his stomach. He crawls towards Jaime and throws an arm across his chest! The referee counts to 2 and Flawless kicks out, sending another wave of cheers through the arena!
George Daniels: Kickout by Flawless! This match will continue!
Neon slow getting back to his feet but he pushes himself up somehow, stumbling against the ring ropes. He steadies himself then grabs Jaime, starting to pull him back to his feet but Jaime explodes up with a shot to the midsection and he hits That's Flawless! Jaime scrambles to make the cover and he hooks the leg! The referee drops down to make the count but Neon gets the shoulder up before the 3!
Paige Dailey: HE KICKED OUT!
George Daniels: I don't believe it!
Jaime jumps to his feet, getting right in the referee's face! He can't believe it was just 2! The officials shakes his head and holds up two fingers and Flawless slumps down onto his knees, staring up at the referee pleadingly! Jaime slams his fist down on the several times, venting his frustration while Neon slowly rolls away, trying to pull himself together. Jaime scurries across the mat and goes for the cover again, getting a 2-count before Neon kicks out! Jaime covers him again leading to yet another 2-count! He makes the cover again and hooks both legs but Neon STILL manages to kickout and Jaime slams his fist on the mat again!
George Daniels: Flawless can't believe it! No matter what he does, he just can't seem to put Neon away!
Jaime pushes himself back up, regrouping before he heads to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Neon's already up to one knee and pushes himself up just as Jaime comes off the top rope, connecting with 'Flawlessly Savage' to the back of the skull! Neon's down but Jaime drags him back up and into a backdrop near the ropes. Flawless is building momentum as he makes his way across the ring and grabs the ladder from out of the corner, getting another big pop from the capacity crowd...
John Kingston: Why is the referee letting this go on?! They've been using that ladder repeatedly!
George Daniels: The referee's been giving these two all the leeway they need in this one! WE MUST HAVE A WINNER TONIGHT!
Jaime lays the ladder across the top ropes in the corner, making sure it's steady before he turns around and starts dragging Neon toward the ropes and out onto the ring apron. Jaime drags Neon into position and lifts him up, setting him across the ladder. He grabs Neon by the head and pulls him partway off the ladder into a hangman's position and he goes for the Decappuccino but Neon manages to slide off the ladder at the last second, shoving him away! Jaime spins around and charges at him but Neon drops to the mat as Flawless runs right into the ladder! Neon grabs him by the arm and drags him out into the middle of the ring, then starts up the turnbuckle. He takes aim and dives off the top, soaring across the ring and connecting with the 'Neon Bomb' onto Flawless! Neon gets back onto his feet and he slumps back against the ropes, using them to stay standing while he waves Flawless back up! Jaime's holding his ribs as he manages to push himself back up and Neon comes in with a kick to the gut, doubling him over. Neon goes for the Destiny Destroyer but Flawless slips loose and pulls him down with a quick rollup, getting a CLOSE 2-count!
George Daniels: 2-count only!
John Kingston: Come on, THAT WAS A THREE AND YOU KNOW IT!
Jaime beats Neon to his feet, connecting with a shot to the abdomen. Flawless drags him in for Simply Flawless but Neon lands on his feet instead, quickly going downstairs with a dropkick to his knee! Jaime goes down to one knee and Neon bounces off the ropes, coming back with the Kataclysm Kickz but Jaime ducks out of the way! Neon scrambles to get to his feet and he rushes right back at him and Jaime catches him with an inside cradle! Neon struggles to kickout but Flawless holds him with everything he's got as the referee makes the count, picking up the stunning victory!
Winner and the 2014 MR XHW: Jaime Flawless
George Daniels: HE DID IT! FLAWLESS HAS WON MR XHW!
The crowd roars as Jaime's music hits. Flawless releases the hold and just lays there sprawled out on the mat, physically spent and hurting all over. But that didn't matter to him because he won and was the new Mr XHW!
George Daniels: After two huge matches - one of which was against the previous Mr XHW winner - Jaime Flawless has overcome hellacious odds to earn the title of the 2014 Mr XHW! What a performance from this guy here tonight!
Paige Dailey: And also a tremendous showing from Neon, who fought hard to reach the finals against his own tag team partner. But tonight just wasn't his night as Jaime Flawless has shown the entire world what he's really capable of!
John Kingston: The guy's gonna be impossible to live with now! If you thought he was a loudmouth before, it's gonna be twice as bad now!
George Daniels: After what he's accomplished here tonight, he's earned it!
Lana Monroe comes rushing down the ramp to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope as the referee helps Jaime back onto his feet again. She runs over and gives him a great big hug, celebrating his victory with him while the referee raises his arm in the air! Jaime climbs the nearby turnbuckle and raises both arms in the air, soaking in the cheers of the crowd as the stage erupts in a sea of white pyro!
George Daniels: What a match...these two have really raised the bar and I honestly don't know how anything can follow these two...
John Kingston: I know three men that are certainly going to try.
George Daniels: Well for now, it's Jaime Flawless' moment. And Neon's back on his feet, what's going to happen..?
Neon leans back against the ropes, looking wearily at Flawless as he climbs down off the turnbuckle. The music gradually fades out as Jaime comes face to face with Neon and they stare at each other for a moment until Neon extends his hand. Jaime starts to smile and he takes the handshake, pulling his partner in for a hug and the crowd cheers! Neon then grabs Jaime's wrist and raises his arm again!
George Daniels: That's what we want to see! What a show of sportsmanship between these two men!
Neon turns and climbs out of the ring, leaving Jaime to his moment. Jaime's music hits again and he continues his celebration, going from corner to corner and raising his arms high in the air triumphantly...
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Carmen Lewis: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our MAIN EVENT of the evening! It's a triple threat match, scheduled for one fall...and is for the UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP!
Carmen Lewis: Introducing first..from Chicago, Illinois...standing 6-foot-10 and weighing in at 298 pounds...this is the "Hellraiser" MIKE HOSS!
Pillars of flame explode out of the sides of stage as Hoss storms through the curtains, a grim expression spread across his face as he comes to a stop at the top of the ramp. A number of boos erupt from the fans but the cameras still catch sight of a number of pro-Hellraiser signs scattered throughout the crowd. Hoss starts down the ramp, making his way around ringside and eventually climbing into the ring. He glares at the referee, scaring the official off to the far side of the ring then turns his attention to the stage entrance.
George Daniels: Intimidation tactics from the Hellraiser. But I'm not sure how well those will work against his two opponents.
John Kingston: Are you kidding me? I might get the heck outta here the moment the champion makes his way out from the back!
George Daniels: The Hellraiser's definitely got his work cut out for him here tonight. But Mike Hoss has proven he's more than capable of rising to the challenge in big match situations like this.
The music eventually fades out but Hoss is still pacing back and forth intently in the middle of the ring.
Carmen Lewis: Introducing next...from Memphis, Tennessee...standing 6-foot-2 and weighing in at 233 pounds...this is "The Showstealer" ALEX ANDREWS!
The lights dim as "Countdown" by Dangerkids hits and the lights turn the arena gold as they begin to slowly flash. Alex walks out onto the stage with his trademark red leather coat and black leather pants as he turns slowly on the stage extending his arms. The waterfall of golden sparks falls behind him as he poses for the admiration of his minions whether its really there or not. He turns again and pumps his right arm in triumph and slowly walks down the ramp stopping to pose for the minions if they have a camera out. He slides under the bottom rope upon his arrival to the ring and runs to the opposite corner hopping on to the second rope and posing for the millions of minions around the world.
George Daniels: Could you possibly find a more confident challenger than this man right here? He's in there against two of the most physically dominant men on the roster and he's already acting like he's got it in the bag!
John Kingston: He's found success in every major situation he's come across and tonight, my money says he's leaving Tokyo as the new undisputed champion!
Andrews drops back down to the mat, his eyes locked on Mike Hoss in the far corner. The referee steps in between them, trying to keep things civil for the time being while the music gradually fades out.
Carmen Lewis: And their opponent...from Parts Unknown...standing 6-foot-1 and weighing in at 237 pounds...he is the reigning and defending XHW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION...this is MISTER JINGLES!
The arena lights go dark, then cut to a purple hue that bathes the fans and the ring. Jingles makes his way through the entrance and out onto the stage, followed closely by Eddie Wallace carrying the clown's undisputed title belt over his shoulder. Mister Jingles lumbers down the ramp, cutting his eyes to the crowd maybe once as he reaches ringside. Eddie takes his place on the outside, reluctantly handing the title belt over to the referee while the champion sloppily rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He immediately scoots back into the corner where he remains crouched down, his eyes darting back and forth between his two challengers...
George Daniels: Notice how the mood changes INSTANTLY the moment Mister Jingles makes his way out here.
Paige Dailey: Yeah but he's a marked man right now. He's got two guys looking to put him down and rip that belt out of his hands.
George Daniels: Well we're about to find out if they've got what it takes.
The referee gives each man a good look at the championship title then holds it high overhead, getting a loud pop from the capacity crowd! The referee hands the title to the ring announcer on the outside then checks with all three competitors again before he looks at the timekeeper and signals him to ring the bell.
Right off the bat, the Hellraiser took a step forward and cuts loose with a HUGE haymaker to the referee!
George Daniels: What the hell was that?!
John Kingston: He just clocked the referee!
The Hellraiser charges across the ring, nailing Andrews with a vicious right hand and he drives him back into the turnbuckle! Hoss opens up with some heavy duty right hands then goes downstairs with a big knee to the abdomen, followed by a double axehandle across the back! Hoss slings Andrews around and over the top rope, sending him crashing to the concrete floor on the outside! Hoss quickly spins around and eyes the champion - who hasn't made a move out of the corner yet - and Mike lifts both hands, waving the clown in for a fight. Mister Jingles starts out of the corner but Hoss doesn't wait for him, going in on him with a couple hard right hands and we've got a slugfest inside the ring! Jingles pummels the Hellraiser with a flurry of rights and lefts while Hoss smashes him with several big haymakers! Hoss starts to get the upper hand but Jingles catches him with a glancing low blow. He goes for an irish whip and Mike Hoss reverses the champ into the ropes instead. Hoss misses with a clothesline attempt but he takes a hard step, nailing the clown with a stiff back elbow off the rebound! Jingles is already pushing himself up when Hoss pulls him into position and he spikes the champ with a devastating powerbomb! Mister Jingles is shook up and Hoss rolls to the outside, going up underneath the ring in search of something.
Paige Dailey: What's he doing now, he should be trying to get the pin!
John Kingston: HOW?! There's no referee!
George Daniels: The Hellraiser's on the outside and he...uh-oh, I think he's got a steel chair...
Hoss pulls two steel chairs out then hauls a table out from underneath the ring. The crowd pops loudly as Hoss picks the table up and slides it into the ring. Hoss then heads around ringside, sending Eddie Wallace scrambling for safety with a glare. Alex is back on his feet and starting to climb back into the ring but Hoss nails him from behind with a clubbing blow, leaving him sprawled out across the floor again! Hoss rolls back into the ring and he stomps the champ a few times, then went to grab the table. Hoss sets the table up in the corner, leaning it back against the turnbuckle then he turns and glares at Mister Jingles, who's already pushing himself back onto his feet. The Hellraiser delivers some clubbing shots across the back, just beating the champ down through pure force with blow after blow. Alex slides back into the ring, keeping behind Hoss while he continues to pummel the champ. Hoss drags him towards the table in the corner and sets him up for a powerbomb but Alex strikes, connecting with a running axehandle to the back of the skull! Alex peppers Hoss with some hard shots then takes him up and over with a german suplex, driving the Hellraiser head-first through the table!
George Daniels: German suplex from the Showstealer and they just obliterated that table!
Alex crawls out from under the Hellraiser and what's left of the now-destroyed table and quickly gets back onto his feet. He turns his attention to the champ and grabs Jingles by the hair, hauling him back onto his feet. Alex hooks Jingles' arms and he connects with the Checkmate! The clown is down and Alex goes for the cover, hooking the leg high and tight but the referee's still down! Andrews slaps three counts a couple times over before standing, frustrated. Hoss is shaking the cobwebs out and Andrews decides to go to work on him. A running kick to the chops puts the Hellraiser down to his back once more. Andrews drops onto him and laying in right hands. Andrews, after a few moments of this, is finally satisfied. He stands quickly, throwing his arms in the air, receiving a mixed reaction from his "minions". Alex turns and Jingles lunges! Andrews goes to his back and the crowd gets on its feet!
Paige Dailey: Never turn your back on Jingles!
Jingles delivers several solid shots, then rolls off. Sliding out of the ring, he holds his head and tries to regain what little composure he has. Andrews is left dazed on the mat. The Hellraiser sits straight up and The Tokyo Dome explodes! Blood trickles down Hoss' face, past gnashed teeth, as he climbs to his feet. His eyes are zeroed in on Alex Andrews, the fans add a steady stomping to their cheering as Hoss nears his target. The electricty of the crowd is felt as the stomping gets faster and faster with each stalking step. So many fans are in on it, they overpower the sound of those cheering for Mister Jingles as he climbs to the top turnbuckle from the apron. The Hellraiser doesn't see the clown as he begins to steady himself. Instead, he only sees the vulnerable Alex Andrews. As the fans explode for the prospective carnage, Hoss hefts Andrews to his feet. Jingles dives off the top, but The Hellraiser grabs Alex and pulls him in front of him! Jingles NAILS Andrews with a flying headbutt! Hoss steps clear of the collision and grabs Jingles. The Hellraiser pulls him up and puts a right hand to his jaw. Jingles takes it. Hoss throws a left, it's blocked! Jingles hits a quick elbow shot, then jumps onto Hoss wrapping his legs around The Hellraiser's massive torso. With his hands around Hoss' throat, Jingles begins to squeeze and bite down on Hoss' forehead! The Hellraiser stomps frantically back and forth around the ring!
John Kingston: Somebody get that off of him! The last time he took a chunk out his head!
Paige Dailey: I REALLY hope that doesn't happen again. GRR-OSS!
Hoss turns Jingles' back toward the corner then barrels in as fast as he can. Jingles shakes, but doesn't let go. Hoss backs out, then tries again. He still can't shake the clown. Backing out again, Hoss turns toward the other corner. The Hellraiser sprints toward it, but Andrews comes off the mat with a clothesline into the back of Mister Jingles! Hoss and Jingles hit the mat! Andrews rolls to the ropes, then uses them to get to his feet, determination painted all over his face.
George Daniels: Alex Andrews kills two birds with one stone! This kid has been impressive.
Paige Dailey: Andrews is impressive every time he steps into an XHW ring, George. That isn't news. What I will say is, this kid is hungry. Look at his face! He wants to be champion and he knows he's close to doing just that!
John Kingston: Those two guys on the mat may have something to say about that.
Paige Dailey: I'm sure they do, but they're not doing much talking knocked silly in the middle of the ring.
John Kingston: Touché.
Hoss slides out under the bottom rope, Andrews goes in for Jingles. Andrews locks That's Insane on The Undisputed Champion. Jingles struggles, the ref stays unconscious, The Hellraiser goes under the ring. Jingles struggles, but as the camera closes in, a smile is clearly plastered across The Champ's face. The Hellraiser rummages under the ring, the pulls out what seems to be a table at first... But then he flips it over. It's a long piece of wood with barbed wire stapled to it. The wire was still practically rolled, it was pulled and stapled across the board as haphazzardly as possible. Most likely by some tech at the behest of The Hellraiser moments before the match. Hoss slides the board into the ring, Andrews sees it clearly. Hoss dips back in, Wallace decides to make a move. Grabbing The Undisputed Title off the timekeeper's table, Wallace charges Hoss. The Hellraiser turns and CLOBBERS Wallace with a clothesline. Wallace is out cold! Without hesitation, Hoss goes back under the ring. He tosses a chair over the top rope, then another, and another. The last one comes so close to Andrews and Jingles that Andrews releases the hold just in time for a chair to plop onto the head of a fallen Mister Jingles.
John Kingston: To borrow from a legend in our field, guys... It looks like business is about to pick up!
Andrews quickly grabs a chair as Hoss slides back into the ring. Alex charges, swinging for Hoss who rolls away in the nick of time! Hoss rolls to his feet and goes to the ropes. He slings back toward Andrews, who is brandishing his chair - ready to strike. Hoss stops short and leans back, letting Andrews swing and miss a second time. Alex can't recover fast enough and he eats a big boot! Andrews falls NEXT TO the barbed wire. The Hellraisr throws a fist in the air, he thought his aim was better. The ref starts to come to, Hoss delivers a stiff kick to the back of his head. The ref goes back down. Hoss turns in time to get his with a quick chairshot to the gut by Andrews. Alex uses the chair to get to his feet before bringing it down on Hoss' back. Jingles starts to get to his feet, Andrews stomps over and pops him with the chair. Hoss stands straight, holding his back. Andrews charges and BLASTS him with the chair. Andrews' aim is better, Hoss falls into the barbed wire!
George Daniels: Alex Andrews makes sure it all backfires!
Hoss is having a hard time rolling off the wire. The camera catches him using his fingers to pull barbs from his shoulder, his skin stretching just enough before the metal pops out and the blood oozes forth. Hoss manages to sit up, but with another POP! Andrews puts him back down! Jingles gets to a knee, with a gallop and an underhand swing... POP! Andrews lifts the chair high in the air, the only one standing in the center of the ring! The Minions go crazy, the rest of the crowd boos their faces off!
John Kingston: I gotta be honest, I'd showboat a little too... Putting Hoss and Jingles down, essentially beating them at their own game? It's worth a celebration.
George Daniels: But I'm sure you'd agree, John. You can't celebrate too long!
Paige Dailey: Case in point...
Hoss is struggling, but he's standing. The barbed wire is coming with him. Barbs stuck in to spots of his back that he can't reach hold strong as staples pop from board. Hoss stands, but he hasn't left the corner yet. Andrews takes a couple of steps and winds up, Hoss ducks. The chair hits the top turnbuckle and The Hellraiser fires off the punches! Right hand, right hand, right hand, big boot! Andrews is on his back. Hoss grabs a hold of a the wire and yanks hard, pulling it out of his back and causing what's left to slinky back onto the board. The Hellraiser pulls the board up and leans it in the corner, like the table before. A groggy Mister Jingles is on his feet, shaking his head. Hoss stomps over and hefts him up, getting him in position for a fallaway slam. Jingles starts to hammer elbows into the back of Hoss' head, Hoss lets go! Jingles lands on his feet and lays in the shots. After a couple of quick hands land flush, Jingles goes to the ropes and comes back with a swinging neck breaker. Andrews is on a knee, Jingles hops up and charges him. Andrews stands, an attempted kick by Jingles whiffs. Andrews swings, but Jingles blocks. Jingles swings, Andrews blocks. Andrews throws a knee into Jingles' gut, Jingles doubles over and Andrews hits a DDT! Andrews gets to his feet and turns, Hoss grabs him by the throat! Hoss lifts Andrews off the ground, kicking and fighting. Holding him by the throat and back, Hoss walks Andrews to the corner. The barbed wire waits as Hoss approaches. Andrews starts to struggle harder, Hoss is forced to chokeslam him in front of his intended destination. Andrews winces and holds his back before sliding from the ring.
George Daniels: Smart move by Andrews, getting out to regroup after a devastating Chokeslam by Mike Hoss.
Andrews is shaking his head, Hoss motions from the ring for Andrews to get back in. Alex gives him the finger then waves him off. Hoss goes to the ropes on the other side of the ring. Andrews looks at the camera, then shouts: No! This is ridiculous! No! He shakes his head and turns to walk away, he doesn't get far... THE HELLRAISER DIVES OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TACKLES ANDREWS TO THE FLOOR!
George Daniels: OH MY GOODNESS! Andrews wanted to walk away, The Hellraiser says: "No!"
John Kingston: That was insane!
Hoss and Andrews lay on the floor next to the ring. The fans in The Tokyo Dome are going crazy, just when you thought they couldn't get louder... Jingles hops to his feet, scanning the cheering masses. They light up for The Undisputed Champion. Jingles' head darts around inquisitively, as is his nature. He smiles, almost understanding the ovation. A droplet of blood streaks down his fading white makeup. He slings it to the mat with the sweat in his hair before zeroing in on the recovering Hellraiser. Jingles goes to the ropes as Hoss gets to his feet. The Hellraiser takes a step toward the ring and Jingles hits him with a baseball slide! Hoss is propelled backward into the barricade! Hoss slides to a seated position, the wind taken clean out of him. At this moment, the cameras get a good shot of the bloody mess The Hellraiser has become. His face is covered in crimson, red streaks around his midsection and shoulders - and up the bottoms of both his arms - showcase only the visible barbed wire wounds. When the cameras cut back to the ring, Mister Jingles has pushed the barbed wire to the side, it lays near the center of the ring now, wire-side-up. Jingles is perched on the top rope, sizing up Alex Andrews. When Andrews gets to his groggy feet, Jingles flies! Jingles lands on Andrews and rides him down. The Champ is already in a mounted position when the two hit the floor. Jingles lays in a few lefts and rights, then rolls off Andrews. Jingles zeroes in on Hoss, deciding to hop up and charge the former champion. A split second before impact, Hoss rolls away, Jingles' chest hits the barricade! Jingles falls to his back. Hoss stands and drops and elbow into Jingles' sternum. The Clown actually cries out! Hoss stands and gets ready to drop another, but is tackled through the barricade! Andrews rips and tears at The Hellraiser in the front row. After landing several shots, The Hellraiser blocks one away and follows up with a headbutt that allows him to separate.
John Kingston: And without any official, this has just turned into a brawl outside of the ring!
George Daniels: The Hellraiser said he wanted a fight, he said Andrews and Jingles would be in his element, he made sure that happened right off the bat!
Hoss picks up a chair, closes it and throws it at Andrews. Andrews knocks it away. The second chair, however, Alex wasn't expecting. It hits him hard in the head, with the edge. Andrews goes to a knee, holding his forehead. Hoss tries to capitalize, but Mister Jingles runs off what's left of the barricade and hits Hoss with an elbow that clears out another section of chairs! The fans scatter like cheering cockroaches! Jingles wastes no time, he locks The Laughing Man onto Hoss. The Hellraiser struggles all he can, but eventually his arms go limp. Jingles still doesn't release the hold. Andrews grabs a chair and makes his way to the scene, security clears a path in front of him. Alex brings the hammer down right away. Jingles releases and rolls away, Hoss takes the brunt of the shot. Andrews tosses the chair away as Jingles charges. The Champ leaps, but Andrews showcases his quickness and weaves away. Alex smiles lifting his hands and using his fingers to beg Jingles on. The Champ is more than happy to comply, turning and going for another charge. Andrews weaves away again. Minions pop off, but the boos begin to take them over. Andrews just laughs it off as he and Jingles begin to circle around the downed Hellraiser. Andrews fakes the first move and Jingles hops onto the barricade! It starts to give way and Jingles is forced to dive early. Andrews catches him and quickly turns The Champ to get him vertical. With Jingles in a suplex position, Andrews attempts a brainbuster... But Jingles twists and lands on his feet, keeping hold of Alex's head! Jingles quickly nails an Insanity Edge! Jingles hops up and the crowd pops! Jingles picks up Andrews and throws him back toward the ring. Alex hits the apron and falls. When Jingles turns to, presumably, do the same thing to Hoss? The Hellraiser comes off the floor with a clothesline. The Champ anticipates it and manages to duck. Hoss grabs him as he fall foreword and rolls Jingles up, knowing well that he can't pin him outside the ring - with no ref - he uses the opportunity to sling himself to his feet. He doesn't stay there long. Coming up awkwardly, Hoss leans too far foreword and hit caught in the face with Andrews' boot. Intentional or not, the shot puts Hoss to his back. Andrews climbs into the ring, Jingles grabs a chair and stomps toward Hoss. Jingles sets the chair up on its, in front of Hoss' face. In the ring, Andrews goes to the ropes. Eddie Wallace hops onto the apron and hits Andrews with a chair before he can sling back!
George Daniels: And Wallace is awake.
Eddie slides under the bottom rope, heading right for the ref. He shakes the man violently as the cameras cut to ringside. Jingle charges and Baseball slides into the chair! The Champ hops to his feet and rolls into the ring. Wallace is still trying to rouse the ref, Jingles doesn't care. He makes his way to Andrews and picks him up, Jingles slings Alex into the ropes. The Champ leans over, telegraphing. Andrews stops short, kicks Jingles in the face, then quickly hooks his arms... Alex lifts and turns slighty... Checkmate onto the barbed wire!
George Daniels: Oh my God...
Andrews covers out of sheer instinct. It's unclear if he realizes he too is laying on top of the barbed wire. Wallace finally manages to rouse the ref, then quickly starts pointing toward the sound of impact behind him. The ref gets to his knees then falls foreword to slap the count. Wallace turns and realizes Andrews is covering Jingles! The camera pulls in on the referee as he slaps one.. two... WALLACE HITS THE REF WITH A CHAIR!
John Kingston: HA! I love it! He woke him up, then put him back out!
George Daniels: He didn't have a choice, Alex Andrews had it right there! Instead, he picks up a near-fall.
Andrews falls back, resting on his hands, off the barbed wire. Little specks of red dot Andrews' midsection, the part of him not on top of Mister Jingles. Jingles struggles to get off the wire. He winces in pain as Wallace helps pull the barbs out. Andrews just lets it happen, catching his breath. After a few moments, Wallace is taken out from behind! Hoss barrels in with a clothesline that sends Wallace out the other side of the ring, back to the floor. Andrews rolls away then scrambles to his feet. He makes a move foreword, but Andrews is tired. His move is sloppy. Hoss grabs him by the throat. Jingles hops up! Hoss grabs Jingles by the throat. The Hellraiser's wild eyes and grinding teeth are seen through the gore decorating his face. The Hellraiser lifts them both into the air, but - as if on cue - Jingles and Andrews grab Hoss' head and shift their weight. They turn a would-be double chokeslam into a double DDT, onto the barbed wire! Hoss rolls off as fast as he can, long tufts of his hair are left behind. He has to pull a strand from his eyebrow to get off entirely. Hoss holds his head and rolls on the mat, kicking his feet. Jingles grabs Andrews and slings him into the nearest corner. Andrews hits and slides to a seated position. Jingles looks at the board, looks at the barbed wire, then picks it up. Stomping to the corner opposite Andrews, Jingles sets the board up. He runs back toward Andrews, hitting a sit-out dropkick to keep Alex down. Jingles slings himself up, then pulls up Andrews. With one motion, The Champ yanks Andrews from the floor, then slings him across to the other corner! Andrews hits the barbed wire! Luckily, he's able to turn himself so his back hits. But still, the damage is done. The board bends, but it doesn't break. Andrews writhes in pain as he tries frantically to free himself. Jingles charges, Andrews sidesteps, JINGLES GOES HEAD-FIRST THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE! The Champ hits the ringpost with his head and falls backward into the splinters of the board. The wire is practically wrapped around The Clown now. Andrews looks to follow up, but he's hit with a quick boot from Hoss. Andrews collapses against the ropes, The Hellraiser grabs the top rope and gives it a yank, sending Andrews to his back! Hoss shoves Jingles out of the way enough to climb the turnbuckle. Before he does, Hoss grabs a free strand of Barbed Wire. The fans go crazy as Hoss mounts the turnbuckles, stopping to steady himself on the top. The get even louder when they see him start to wrap the barbed wire around his arm.
John Kingston: No B-S, no Insiders, no color commentary. Honest opinion, I think we've come to the end of this one. Listen to these people, I think they know it too.
George Daniels: Look at the violence, look at the brutality, look at the carnage... This wasn't even a No DQ match! Blood and chairs and tables and barbed wire, frankly, this should have ended long ago. Could we see a new Champion here? Well, we're about to find out.
Hoss has the wire wrapped around his whole forearm. With the wrapped hand, he points at Andrews. The crowd puts punctuation on a gesture by shouting a nearly-unanimous: "YOU!!" Andrews doesn't even notice. He struggles, but staggers up to a standing position. Blood drips down Hoss' arm, to his fist. When he dives off the top rope, he throws his arm out and slings crimson all over the canvas. Hoss hits Andrews with a barbed wire wrapped Death From Above! Andrews holds his head as he tries to roll away. Hoss chases him, dropping to his knees next to Andrews - who was still on his back. Alex grabs the bottom rope, trying to pull himself up. But Hoss attacks him, using his barbed wire-wrapped forearm to grind into Alex's head! Blood begins to trickle from Alex's forehead, down his face, to the mat. Andrews cries out in pain, this only brings a smile to Hoss' face. Behind them, Jingles is showing signs of life. Hoss pulls his arm away, only for a moment, to survey the damage... Of which there was a little bit. Alex's face wasn't nearly as bloody as his or Jingles' but Andrews couldn't be accused of not shedding anything at all, not by a long shot. The lacerations, made by Hoss, were visible and all along his hair line. There were a could punctures and scratches around his neck and chin - where the clothesline landed. Hoss rears back to gouge deep but - from the floor - Eddie Wallace swings a chair straight up! POP! Hit lands square on The Hellraiser. Hoss staggers up to his feet, Andrews rolls out under the bottom rope, Wallace slides back in. Jingles pulls himself up, he lumbers punch drunk toward Hoss. An equally groggy Hellraiser throws a punch. Jingles takes it and sways, but doesn't fall. Hoss rears back for another, Wallace pops him on the back with another chair. The Hellraiser straightens up as he winces, Jingles kicks him in the midsection, then hits Insanity Edge! Jingles rolls himself on top of Hoss, nothing left in his tank. Wallace drags the ref to them, slaps the man to near-consciousness, then practically lifts his arm to slap: one... two... three!
Winner and STILL XHW Undisputed Champion: Mister Jingles
George Daniels: And our Champion retains, but at what cost?
John Kingston: That was one Hell of a battle, George. All three of these men were taken to the limit and beyond, at least one of them has been pushed to places they've never been, but when it's all said and done? The only one surviving a brutal display like this is the nut-ball. Lo and behold, the nut-ball retains.
Paige Dailey: Don't take this away from him John-
John Kingston: Not in a million years, but look at this... Hoss knocked out the ref first thing, FIRST THING. It was a gamble, one that almost paid off for him. But he said it best when he said: "I entertain, but I'm not an entertainer. I'm crazy, but I'm not a lunatic." It takes a lunatic to go the distance in a free-for-all like this, Paige. Alex Andrews isn't a lunatic, that's for sure. He's cold and calculating at times, sure. But a loony toon? No. The moment The Hellraiser dropped the ref, Mister Jingles got an advantage. Period.
Paige Dailey: So are you saying Hoss handed the title back to Jingles?
John Kingston: No. But he took a gamble, just like Andrews did - several times. It was a gamble - or a series of them - they both lost. Now I'm looking foreword to a repeat, or something similar, at The Granmammy of'em all, Superbrawl!
George Daniels: That's right, John. Mister Jingles will be our champion - as it stands - going into Superbrawl!
Paige Dailey: Well, expect Eddie Wallace to make sure his feelings are known on the future of The Undisputed Championship, especially when the match will be at the biggest show of the year.
George Daniels: Well, that's it for Full Throttle. As always it's been our honest and sincere pleasure, thank you for spending your Sunday night with us. We'll see you next week on Riot and next month, at the biggest show on The XHW Calendar, the always eventful event, the spectacle that is: Superbrawl! One last word of congratulations to all our winners and champions tonight, and again, thanks for joining us. I'm George Daniels, this is John Kingston and Paige Dailey... Goodnight everybody!
The cameras cut to ringside to see Andrews on his hands and knees, glaring at the small puddle of blood collecting under his face. Andrews has more visible bruises than lacerations, but that doesn't mean a damn thing. Dried and wet-drying streaks of blood run down his face from his forehead. He punches the mat covering the floor in total frustration before the camera cuts to Hoss. The Hellraiser pulls himself up, only to drop back to a knee. Hoss is a disgustingly bloody mess as he hangs his head and coughs before spitting a loog across the ring. On the stage at the top of the ramp now is the equally bloody and disgusting Mister Jingles. He's having trouble standing straight, relying on Wallace to hold him up. Jingles seems to have taken one of the worst beatings of his career, fighting hard and using a little nudge from Wallace to keep his title. With Eddie's free hand, he hold The Undisputed Title, seeing Hoss look up at the two of them, Wallace cracks a sadistic grin and lifts the title high. The image of a beaten, bleeding and punch-drunk Jingles being held upright by Eddie Wallace as Wallace hoists the belt is the last thing we see. The production stand fades into the corner of the screen before the whole image fades to the XHW logo...
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