Brotherhood of Bastards
Charlie Nickles
Jenny Myst
Gator
- vs - The Exiles
Sebastian Everett-Bryce
Isaiah King
Betsy Granger
- vs - The House of Hardcore
Scoops McGee
Game Girl
Corey Black Triple Trios Deathmatch
If the Exiles or HoH win, SEB or Scoops respectively get to choose the stipulation for their match at Leap of Faith!
If BoB wins, Charlie Nickles is added to the Universal title match!
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The first frenetic strums of Faith No More's “The Gentle Art of Making Enemies” tears through the arena and the crowd roars to life.
JR: It's been a rare treat these days to see the former King of the XWF, and Seattle sounds excited, Jac!
JC: ‘Excited’ is one way to describe it! They're definitely not cheering, Joe!
JR: Well they're not booing either. They're just making noise. Even you can't begrudge them that.
JC: Make no mistake about it, Kieran King has personally insulted me and trashed my property. For whatever reason, he doesn't like me and he has made it impossible for me to like him. But it's hard to deny facts: Kieran King is a three-time Universal Champion—only XWF Legends Cooper and Jayzon Williamz have held it more.
Jacuinde continues to run through King’s accolades as the man saunters towards the ring.
JC: In years past, he was one of only two men to win both the annual Lord of the Ring battle royal and X-Mas X-Treme tournament. The other man? Arguably the GOAT, Steve Jason.
As Kieran nears the ring, he overhears what Jacuinde is saying and makes his way around the ring towards the commentary table.
JC: More recently, he is a Relentless main eventer who went eighteen months without a loss and became the ONLY person to win back-to-back March Madness tournaments. It's a Hall of Legends career, no matter what you think of the man himself.
Jacuinde finishes, only to see a smug, smirking Kieran King right in front of him.
Kieran King: You forgot to add that I'm the greatest wrestler alive.
JC: Don't push your luck!
King chuckles before nabbing himself a microphone, turning, and sliding into the ring. As he stands, he mouths off once more—not into the mic—in the announcer’s direction.
Kieran King: Greatest wrestler alive.
He smirks again and then turns his attention to the audience.
Kieran King: Butcher and gentlefolk, YA BOI has huffed, he has puffed, and he has blown down the doors to the house. All it took was one well placed strike and whatever pathetic plan The Trillionaires had to keep me out of my… kingdom…
Well goddamn, that still just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?
I may not where a crown but the XWF would do well to remember that my name is very much still ‘King’, and until you can throw people at the Universal Title who I haven't already stomped, then this is very much still MY kingdom.
The entire might of the richest men on this planet couldn't keep me away because this is MY world. They're just tourists in it.
And don't think I haven't noticed the silence of the rest of your would-be heroes with regards to the trials and tribulations I'm being put through! Once this little situation is dealt with, I'm going to be holding ALL of you to account for your sins.
But that is then. And this… is now. So let's have it! Elon, Jeffrey, Zuckerfucker… you've let me in the building. Come and kiss my ring before I start trashing things around again.
Staring at the stage, King awaits the XWF’s majority owners.
He waits.
And then waits some more.
Finally, Kieran lets out a big sigh.
Kieran King: I guess it's time to start throwing my toys.
He eyes the announcer's desk.
Kieran King: Maybe I'll start with Jacuinde's head–
Suddenly…
ODE.
TO.
JOY.
The crowd explodes as Dolly Waters appears on the stage!
JC: Listen to this ovation!
JR: The new President of the National Combat Athletes Collective!
JC: A role she assumed by taking back the XWF Union from Kieran King!
JR: The first person to beat him one-on-one in two and a half years! But at what cost?
Sure enough, there's a noticeable limp in Dolly's walk.
Before she even has a chance to speak though, King cuts both her and her theme music off.
Kieran King: Oh my. Look how the mighty fall! For all her bluster about worker's rights, Dolly Waters is now out here to serve the agenda of the billionaire class! I guess it's true what they say—everybody's got a price!
The crowd quietens a little in confusion. While they weren't buying King's spin on things, they were still wondering what it is that brings Dolly Waters out instead of Elon Musk and co.
Dolly Waters: Enough.
She shakes her head, exasperated with King bullshit.
Dolly Waters: I have spent the past two weeks negotiating over and over again ON YER’ BEHALF so that I could come out here, and the moment that I do, you make me regret it.
King scrunches his face up.
Kieran King: What do you mean?
Dolly Waters: While yer’ out here prattling off about how nobody is fighting for you, I've actually been doing the work and FIGHTING FOR YOU.
This issue between you and the Trillionaires? It's an employment issue! And you are still a union member.
Which means I've gone to bat for you and got the ban they placed on you lifted.
Congratulations, Kieran…
Even though she speaks the truth, Dolly sounds incredibly sarcastic as she speaks.
Dolly Waters: …Yer’ back on the roster.
The crowd rises in response to Dolly’s news.
JC: Why Dolly? Why do you have to always try to do the right thing?
Kieran meanwhile, looks suspicious.
Kieran King: That's a funny response to me beating your ass last week.
Dolly sighs again.
Dolly Waters: It's something you'll never understand. You never wanted the outcome, you just wanted the title; the recognition; the name.
But you're not steering this ship anymore. And I mean it when I say that the union is fer’ everybody—even you.
Problem is, even if the union is fer’ them, sometimes, not everyone is fer’ the union.
I'm starting to wonder if that applies to you.
Kieran King: I'm the entire reason that union was successfully approved!
Dolly Waters: That you are. But after doing a little record keeping, I can't seem to find documentation that yer’ reign as President was running meetings. I can't find evidence of accounting; I can't find evidence of membership communication; I can't find a lot of key information that the union's by-laws—and actually law—require for it to continue. Now, I've fixed all that up on the regulatory end, but it seems like some sort of disciplinary action is required against the former president who almost destroyed the union!
From in the ring, staring down the ramp to where Dolly stands, King squints.
He suspects something is up.
He's also right.
Dolly Waters: So in order to deal with the NCAC’s concerns about yer’ ongoing membership, and in order to deal with the conflict our employee has with yer’ ongoing employment, we've come to an agreement.
Kieran… yer’ going to have to EARN yer’ membership.
And yer’ employment.
Kieran King: I already have. A thousand times over!
Dolly Waters: I thought that might be yer’ response, and so we’re willing to give you something in this process too.
I know how much that loss to me must be eating you up. So I'm gonna give you what you want—a chance for redemption.
And if you win, you get to keep yer’ job.
Suddenly, King begins pacing about the ring.
Kieran King: No! No! No! That's not good enough! I’ll play your fucking game but I don't just want to fight you for MY survival, Dolly! I want to do it for YOURS too! This town ain't big enough for two union presidents!
Dolly Waters: Are you saying… LOSER LEAVES TOWN?
Kieran King: You're goddamn right I am!
Dolly Waters: You heard it here first, folks! A Loser Leaves Town match! And we're going to do it at Leap of Faith!
The crowd pops.
JR: This is huge! Someone is going to be forced out of the XWF for good!
Dolly Waters: Consider it locked in, Kieran. But… just one more thing…
I never said you'd be getting redemption against me.
The entire arena—Kieran, the announcers, the fans—are all confused by that line.
Kieran King: What are you talking about–
The lights die.
And when they return…
ALIAS.
The crowd loses their freaking minds.
Dolly Waters: At Leap of Faith, you get the match you called out for back at March Madness!
Kieran King!
Versus!
ALIAS!
LOSER LEAVES TOWN FOREVER!
Kieran is absolutely incensed, while his opponent stands motionless next to his friend Dolly Waters, staring a hole through King’a very soul.
JC: …Lotta time to make an entrance, huh, Brody.
BG: Shhhhhh, the best part’s coming…
The lights went dark!
The sound of thunder Ker-ACKS throughout the arena!
Over the PA system, a woman laughs…
A Storm…
Is…
COMING
Suddenly, the lights turned blue! Rain falls from the rafters above as Latoya Hixx walks out at the top of the ramp, flexing her muscles!
JC: Here she is! Latoya Hixx!
JR: She and the rest of the Chain Gang were lumberjacks at Anarchy, where John Blade challenged Betsy Granger for the Revolution Title… And even though Latoya wasn’t in the match, John AND the rest of the Chain Gang are BANNED from challenging for the Revolution Title so long as Betsy holds the belt!
JC: That’s gotta especially stick in the craw of Latoya Hixx… One might remember when Betsy made her return to Warfare, Latoya and Betsy dueled all over the arena… and Latoya ended up spearing Betsy off the second floor of the parking garage and through a car parked on the first floor!
JR: It was a no contest, Jacuinde! But Latoya seemed a little extra irritated throughout that affair! That her shot against Betsy was on the line without her competing… AND that Razor, Landerson, and John Blade all seemed unwilling to put the boot to Betsy’s throat in that lumberjack environment!
JC: Well, tonight, the Chain Gang are NOT a team! Latoya and John are two separate competitors, in a triple-threat with one of the best in all of wrestling! Can Latoya get the job done?
The lights return to their default settings as Hixx walks straight down the aisle and she slaps a few hands of wrestling fans!
Hixx climbs up the steel steps, then enters the ring…
The lights dim and she flexes her muscles one final time!
…
The Time is now hit's as he walks out on stage. “The Surgeon of Thug” John Blade talks to the cameraman and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the platform!
JC: John Blade is certainly one of the most unique competitors! When he talks, it’s like nothing else anyone has ever heard!
JR: Are you sure? I kinda feel like his promo this week was a re-run.
JC: Be that as it may, John Blade has a victory over XWF Legend, ‘The Green Machine’ Barney Green! He’s a March Madness Quarterfinalist… in any other match, he might be the most decorated competitor among the field… but tonight, he’s facing a true legend… Can the Surgeon of Thug declare that his time is now once more!
John bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans, hands his Chain to the ref, and waits for his opponent to arrive!
…
The arena lights dim as the bassline to "Blood" begins to rumble around the arena. As the guitar riff hits, so does the lights, revealing Mark "The Dragon" Cross standing, one fist aloft, at the top of the aisle.
JC: MARK ‘THE DRAGON’ CROSS! DId anyone have him returning to the XWF on their bingo card?!?
JR: Was a real shock seeing his name on the card, Jacuinde! But, you can’t get bigger than Mark Cross! Cross has made special appearances in the past in the XWF, but tonight is made a little extra special by the presence of greatness!
JC: Ya gotta figure Mark is the favorite to win this one… but nothing’s guaranteed in the XWF! Will The Dragon have what it takes to slay the competition here?
Receiving recognition from the crowd, he strides purposefully to ringside, taking a moment to survey the scene as he reaches the apron.
…
Only for Blade and Latoya to both start stomping out Cross as he rolls under the bottom rope!
JC: Oh my God! It’s an ambush before the bell has rung!
JR: Looks like the Chain Gang is stomping in the Dragon! Mazel Tov! That’s a big gesture in gang culture!
The official is shocked… but decides to ring the bell!
Latoya Hixx
- vs -
Mark Cross
- vs -
John Blade Triple Threat Match
Cross tries to raise his guard from the mat, but Hixx and Blade both laser-target their strikes on the downed Cross… When Cross covers his face to block Blade’s mounted punches, Hixx drops a knee straight onto his gut!
When Cross tries to burst for the ropes to buy himself a break from the beatdown, Blade catches him with a boot across the heel, tripping him… And Latoya manages a running STOMP to the back of the head, sending Cross back to the mat!
JC: Oh my Gosh! Mark Cross is one of the best to ever run the ropes, but John Blade and Latoya Hixx aren’t even letting him out of the starting block!
JR: Why would they, Jacuinde? They wanna win this match! Letting the dragon even take a breath means you’re gonna get a face full of fire!
Cross, through sheer force of will, manages to muscle himself up to a vertical base, through the onslaught of physical blows from The Storm and The Surgeon of Thug.
As Cross rises, Hixx reels back her arm… AND CHOPS him across the chest! Cross doubles over, shielding his chest…
Only for Blade to follow up the chop with a knee lift to the skull!
JC: The Chain Gang is just too much for The Dragon!
JR: How do you slay a Dragon, Jacuinde? WIth a blade! And a storm!
Blade and Hixx both take Cross by the arms to Irish Whip across the ring…
Cross sprints across the mat…
Blade and Hixx both double-over, looking for a tandem flapjack…
But Cross manages to rotate mid-run, and flip over his opponents!
JC: Oh my GOD! The sheer agility of The Dragon!
Cross backs up into the ropes off the flip, building up a head of steam!
Hixx sets her feet, ready to meet Cross with a counter…
JC: I think Hixx thinks she can out-speed Cross!
Cross sprints forward… mentally calculating the speed he has to travel to bypass a standing Hixx’s defenses…
But behind Hixx, Blade dropkicks Hixx from behind!
Launching her forward into The Dragon! The two knocks heads!
JC: Whoa! John Blade just basically launched Hixx forward when Cross thought her feet were planted!
JR: A brilliant counter by John Blade, using his partner as a weapon! That’s why he’s a surgeon!
As their skulls collide, Hixx collapses flat on her ass… And Cross looks like he might be knocked out on the mat!
JC: The hardest part of Latoya Hixx is her skull!
Cross tries to shake off cobwebs… palming the mat to get back on his feet…
But Blade sees his moment! He grabs Cross by the skull and lifts him off the mat… up on his shoulders!
Standing beside the ropes!
JC: Oh God! Blade is going to hit his patented Death Valley Driver… And throw Cross over the top rope and outside the ring!
JR: They call him the Surgeon of Thug! And it looks like tonight, he’s going to surically remove 10 to 15 years off Cross’s career!
Blade draws his hand across his face, telling the arena…
YOU
CAN’T
PERCEIVE
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Aaaaaaaand
WHAM!
DEATH VALLEY DRIVER OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Cross lands with a sickening SPLAT to the padded concrete outside the ring!
JC: Oh my God! That was awful! That sounded like a crash test dummy made out of wet meat getting thrown off a roof!
Hixx shoves off the mat, rubbing her skull as Blade pumps his fist, pointing at his wrist, telling the fans his time is IN THE PRESENT!
John turns around, telling Latoya to come with him to keep laying down the beard-
WHAM! When Blade turns around, Latoya catches him with a Bicycle Kick to the skull!
JC: Oh my GOD! Latoya just took John Blade’s skull off! I think she didn’t appreciate getting used like a blunt object by Blade… and she decided to take the blunt side of her boot and knock John Blade’s block off!
JR: Whoa! Blade thought his time was now… but he didn’t see the storm was COMING!
Blade flops on his back looking knocked out…
Cross is outside, trying to force himself up… but he’s too beaten down…
Hixx, rubbing her aching scalp, leans down and hooks Blade’s leg!
The official counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WInner: Latoya Hixx
Hixx sits up and pumps her fist, as the official raises her arm!
JC: Wow! Latoya Hixx pulls a huge win over a March Madness semi-finalist AND a world champion across the wrestling industry!
JR: Some truly strange things happen in the XWF, but Latoya Hixx scoring a win over Mark Cross might just take the cake! A HUGE win for Latoya!
JC: Welcome back to Warfare, wrestling fans! Up next we have a contest that could -like the majority of matches on this GOHOME program- have major implications as we head toward Leap of Faith.
JR: I don’t know how anyone could argue otherwise. We’re about to watch a match up between two of the brightest rising stars in XWF today. Each with an opportunity to show that they can go the distance with the other, in a best 2 out 3 falls match.
The arena lighting dims to black. Pink and silver lightning streak across the screen.
"She went bad
Made her pretty little world turn black
Miss perfect never had a chance
Threw a middle finger up
She's heading to hell anyway"
Twin pink sparkly spotlights hit the entryway as Remi skips out from behind the curtains. She pauses at the top of the ramp, tossing her hair over her shoulder, scanning the screaming audience before her.
JC: And hre comes -arguably- the brightest of those rising stars now, Remi Storm!
JR: High-risk has meant high-reward so far for Remi. Currently undefeated in XWF. She has come from seemingly nowhere and made a major impact already.
JC: And you love to see it!
JR: Listen to these fans! They love to SEE HER!
JC: Relatively green as a pro wrestler, but as you pointed out Joe, Remi Storm has made a big impact already. And we’re all ready to see if that continues here tonight as she positions herself for big opportunities at Leap of Faith.
With a smile, she scampers down towards the ring as the spotlights follow. Once there, she grabs ahold of a post, swinging around it while blowing a kiss to the camera.
She hops up onto the apron and rolls over the top rope. She crosses to the other side, giving a little shimmy dance as she does. She nimbly leaps onto the turnbuckle, lifting both hands over her head and flashing a cocky grin. The spotlights cut out, the lighting strobing pink and silver before returning to normal as Remi steps down onto the mat.
Darkness. Silence. A pause.
"Hey, that your boyfriend?"
"True Believers" by DON BROCO feat. Sam Carter starts as the crowd starts a deafening chorus of boos. A spotlight.
"And that big red flag they waving, it's your choice."
The automatons, bearing their respective symbols on their masks appear, two on either side of the spotlight. X, O, Triangle and Square. A helicopter hovers now. From it comes a ladder that lowers down onto the spotlight, carrying Jordan Penn in his masked Director persona. He descends fully and kneels as his minions follow suit.
"All the true believers, All the true believers, All the true believers..."
"WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
In that moment, he removes his mask as pyro explodes onto the stage behind him. Two other men join the entourage now, Greg Brune and Wallace.
Jordan strides single-mindedly and quickly toward the ring, flanked by his four masked and two unmasked men.
JC: And here he comes, Joe… One-Half of the XWF Tag Team Champions, Jordan Penn.
JR: When it comes to recent results, Jordan has been… up and down. But it doesn’t change the fact about who he is; a man who gets what he wants.
JC: Be it in the head of his brother Sebastian Everette-Bryce, be it a pillar of perhaps the most dangerous faction in the XWF today, say what you will, Jordan Penn is a master at dictating the outcomes of any given situation.
JR: All true, Jack, and it doesn’t change the fact that Remi Storm tonight is going to have to not only deal with Jordan Penn, but with the 6 other men who are escorting him down to ringside tonight. Because when The Director says “Lights. Camer. Action!” the ring becomes his production.
As he reaches the edge of the ring, he surveys the crowd, taking in their boos and letting it fuel him. A wry smile etched across his face, he laughs and looks to his men. The masked men get on all fours and form a human staircase for him. He walks across their backs with purpose and enters the ring. Wallace nods, signaling for the masked men to head backstage. Wallace and Greg Brune take their places on either side of the ring as Jordan mockingly does a pageant wave to the crowd, met with more booing. He flips off the audience in at least three different ways before leaning on the turnbuckle and looking out once more at the crowd and waiting for the match to begin.
Remi Storm
- vs -
Jordan Penn Two Out of Three Falls Match
DING DING DING!
The match begins with the crowd clearly favoring Remi. They’re chanting her name as she crouches forward and shuffles her feet toward Penn.
Penn seems to be inviting her in for a grappling contest, but just as she nears him, the tag team champion gracefully drops and rolls under the bottom rope to the arena floor.
The crowd begins showering him with boos.
Remi throws her hands in the air and then on her hips, while Jordan smirks at her from outside the ring.
He struts around the outside, consulting his entourage, and jawing with random fans.
1!
2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
We get to the 8 count and Penn rolls back in the ring, breaking the count - - -
ONLY TO ROLL RIGHT BACK TO THE FLOOR!
1!
2!!
JC: It seems as if Jordan Peen’s direction for this match is only light and camera right now… no action. And these fans are letting him hear about it.
JR: It’s Christopher Nolan level genius though, Jack! If Remi can’t attack him, how is she ever supposed to win?
3!!!
Remi is beside herself in the center of the ring… literally.
On the outside, just in front of the ramp, Jordan Penn is taunting with his entourage. He notices the look of dismay on Remi’s face and begins an exaggerated mocking of his opponent, balling his fists up near his eyes and pretending to weep.
They all point and laugh at Remi, who has seen more than enough.
She hits the ropes, gets a full head of steam and then- - -
VAULTS OVER THE ROPES WITH A DIVING CROSSBODY TO THE FLOOR - WIPING OUT ALL OF JORDAN’S MEN
JC: What an amazing display of athleticism there by, Remi Storm!
JR: But she just narrowly missed the most important target of all, her opponent!
JC: Well, her opponent just literally pushed his own man, Wallace, in front of him and slipped out of the way.
The crowd gives Remi a huge pop for the display. She starts to push herself up on her arms, but here comes Penn from the side.
He sends an ugly looking boot right into her rides. She flops over, and Penn stays on the attack. Sending stomps to her shoulder, then to the b ack of her spine. Then he snags her up by the hair and sends running head first CRACK- - -INTO THE STEEL RING POST!
Remi ricochettes off of the post and collapses to the floor. All while the crowd continues to rain boos down on Jordan Penn. He slides back in the ring as he hears the count reach
6!!!!!!
He taunts in the center of the ring
7!!!!!!!
JC: With Remi Storm laid out on the floor, Jordan Penn is looking to steal an early fall here in this best 2 out 3 match up.
JR: Brilliant moves here by Penn in the early going. He has completely taken Remi out of this match all while barely lifting a finger- and now- he’s about to score an early victory.
JC: You can call it brilliant if you want, Joe. I call it something else…
8!!!!!!!!
9!!!!!!!!!
1 REMI!!!!!!!!!! 0
THE GUTSY REMI STORM SLIDES BACK IN THE RING RIGHT BEFORE THE COUNT OF TEN - - -AVOIDING TAKING THE CHEAP FALL BY PENN
But Penn doesn’t give her any time to gather herself. He’s striking her as she tries to get to a vertical base. He throws her into the ropes and on the rebound - - -SPINNING BACKFIST - - - THE REMI DUCKS UNDER!
She keeps running, hits the next set of ropes- - -springboards and DROPKICKS PENN RIGHT IN THE FACE!!!
SHE COVERS!!!
1!
2!!
NEARFALL!
Penn just barely kicks out and has an absolute shellshocked expression on his face- meanwhile though- Remi isn’t giving him any breathing room now.
She positions herself over him, and swiftly locks in a TRIANGLE SLEEPER HOLD!
Remi wrenches back as Jordan’s arms flail around. He’s scrambling - desperate to brak free and just luckily grabs ahold of the ring ropes.
“GET HER OFF ME- GET HER OFF ME!” Jordan roars out
The ref steps in and forces a break, to which Remi agrees with little resistance.
But Jordan doesn’t play fair!
He uses the ropes to his advantage, and keeps Remi up in position around his shoulders before she can fully break the hold. He takes off running with her and - - -OUCH! - - - HUGE BUCKLEBOMB FROM PENN!
Remi thrashes into the corner, and falls down onto her rear.
JC: Another devious stunt there by Jordan Penn!
JR: And now he’s like a predator stalking his prey.
Remi is laying on her back now as Penn approaches. Smugly. Strutting. Wiping a dap of blood from his lip with his thumb, sensing that he’s in the drivers seat now - - - MONKEY FLIP - - - THUD!!!!!
Remi lifts her legs and vaults Penn over hear head - - -SENDING HIM SHOULDER FIRST THROUGH THE ROPES AND INTO THE STEEL TURNBUCKLE POST
JC: For a rookie, that was quite the cagey move there by Remi!
BUT SHE’S NOT DONE!
While Jordan is stumbles back away from the turnbuckle - - - REMI ROLLS HIM UP!
SCHOOLBOY
1!
2!!
NEARFALL!!!
Jordan and Remi both pop to their feet.
He charges her with a forearm smash - - -but Remi ducks!
BACKFLIP KICK!!!!
Penn hits the mat, and now Remi makes her way to the turnbuckle… but whats this???
JC: It’s that bastard Wallace up on the apron!
The ref stops what they’re doing and runs over to stop Wallace from entering the ring,
Remi is distracted for just a second, but just long enough for GREG BRUNE TO COME FROM BEHIND REMI AND PUSH HER OFF THE TOP ROPE!
The ref never spotted it and now Remi takes a hard tumble to the canvas. The ref turns around confused as Penn now recovers, lifts Remi and - - - OUCH!
BACKBREAKER TO REMI!
Jordan stumbles up to his feet, and wobbles his way over to the turnbuckle… he climbs up
DIVINGHEADBUTT!!!!!
THAT MISSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Penn’s head whiplashes against the canvass as Remi stands and runs to the ropes.
She hits the first set - - -runs by Penn as he gets to his feet - - - hits the second set
HANDSPRINGS
SATALITE DDT!
JORDAN’S HEAD IS PLANTED INTO THE MAT AGAIN
THE CROWD GOES WILD!
REMI COVERS!
1!
2!!
3!!!
FALLS:
Remi Storm - 1
Jordan Penn - 0
JC: Out of nowhere! Remi Storm has roared back here to score the first fall of this match, Joe!
JR: Give her credit! She’s tenacious. She has a great motor! But is the motor of the rookie built to outlast the genius of Jordan Penn? There’s still a lot of match left!
WAIT!
REMI STORM ISN’T WAITING AROUND OR CATCHING HER BREATH!
SHE KIPUPS TO HER FEET
BOLTS OVER TO THE TURNBUCKLE!
JC: Remi said this week that when she scores that first pinfall, that she was going to look down on Penn and know that she still had more to take! Those words are coming to life right now!
But once again it’s Wallace up on the apron, distracting the ref!
And here comes Greg again from behind - - -BUT THIS TIME REMI ANTICIPATES IT - - - she trunks and HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR ON GREG!
The crowd goes crazy as Remi foils the devious action by Penn’s minions.
But Wallace still has the ref’s full attention, and now the masked men on the outside start pounding on Remi.
Punches.
Kicks.
One even hits an inverted atomic drop.
And another sends her head into the turnbuckle post for the second time tonight.
JC: This is ridiculous, Joe! This match should be over
JR: Ewww, gross! Remi is bleeding everywhere now too!
The masked men roll the incapacitated Remi back into the ring to a smiling Jordan Penn.
He lays on her for the pinfall just as Wallace leaves the ref alone.
1!
JC:Such a cheap fall here
2!!
3 - NOOOOOOOOOO - FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!!!!!!!
Jordan nearly leaps off the pinfall to scream at the ref.
The ref motions to Remi’s foot, and makes his case clear for stopping the pinfall.
This pisses Penn off, who shoves the ref down and then snatches the bleeding Remi up by the hair again.
He puts her in position, about to deliver a big move - when the rebounding ref gets in the middle of the exchange, shoving Penn back and raising a finger. Threatening to disqualify him.
Penn yells back in the ref’s face - but in that moment - Remi recovers and comes over the top with yet another backflip kick to Penn’s temple.
Penns crumbles to the mat, and now Remi is headed back to the turnbuckle… BUT IT’S WALLACE AGAIN ON THE APRON
The ref moves over to stop him
BUT BEFORE HE EVEN GETS THERE - - -REMI CLOBBERS WALLACE WITH AN ATTACK - - -BLASTING PENN’S ACCOMPLICE TO THE FLOOR!
THE CROWD IS TIRRING.
ROARING
REMI STEADIES HER LEGS
CLIMBS THE TOP ROPE AND SIZES UP PENN….
TWISTED
TEMPEST!!!!!
The inverted phoenix splash is executed with precision!
She looks the leg!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FALLS:
Remi Storm - 2
Jordan Penn - 0
Winner: Remi Storm
The arena goes dark as Parkway Drive’s “Crushed” growls to life through the speakers. The low, distorted riff reverberates through the building, and the crowd erupts in anticipation. Red lights pulse in time with the bass, casting the arena in a steady, heartbeat-like glow. Smoke begins to pour from the stage, rising into the air as the tron shows hourglasses spilling sand and statues shattering.
Through the haze, Ken Davison steps forward.
He pauses at the top of the ramp, head bowed, letting the moment breathe. Then, slowly, he lifts his arms outward into his cruciform pose. The crowd swells, rising to their feet, chanting his name as the red light frames him like something carved from myth rather than flesh.
Ring Announcer: “From Baltimore, Maryland… weighing in at two hundred and twenty-four pounds… ‘Godly’ Ken Davison!”
Ken lowers his arms and begins his march down the ramp, each step measured, deliberate, in sync with the pounding drums. His expression is calm, focused, and unshaken. Fans lean over the barricade, reaching for him, and he brushes fingertips with them as he passes, brief contact that feels more ritual than celebration.
JC: There he is! ‘Godly’ Ken Davidson! The man who beat XWF Legend Centurion at his own anniversary show!
JR: One of the best to ever do it, Jacuinde! Ken Davidson has dominated the sport of wrestling everywhere that he’s gone! And he’s about to add one more company to that resume of dominance! The XWF!
JC: He was very impressive against a fellow legend of the game like Centurion! But, tonight, he’s got a very different challenge! Younger… greener… but with an almost limitless capacity to climb! Can Davidson handle one of the most unique challenger on the XWF roster?
At ringside, he stops.
Ken looks out over the crowd for a moment, taking them in, not with pride, but with quiet certainty. Then, without breaking that composure, he turns and slams his palm against the apron with a sharp crack that cuts through the music.
He climbs the steps and steps through the ropes with precise, practiced intent.
At the center of the ring, Ken spreads his arms wide once more, commanding the space without saying a word. The red lights wash over him as the noise crescendos. Then he drops to one knee, presses his fist into the mat, and rises again, standing tall, eyes forward, ready.
…
The lights dim. A low, almost imperceptible hum of static rolls through the speakers. The crowd murmurs, unsure if this is intentional or a tech glitch.
A single cold white spotlight snaps on, not centered on the stage but slightly off to the left, like production missed their cue or Rowan Vance wasn’t where they expected him to be.
Then the unmistakable bassline of “Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads kicks in.
The crowd reacts instantly, some cheering, some laughing at the unexpected choice, all of them paying attention.
Rowan Vance steps into the light.
Hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted. Expression unreadable, like he’s listening to something only he can hear.
He doesn’t pose, he just starts walking. Slow, steady, deliberate. Sometimes a hand will come out to slap fives or fist bump those in the crowd.
Every few steps, he glances over his shoulder, not dramatically, just a subtle, instinctive check, like he heard a footstep behind him.
The spotlight follows him, but always a fraction of a second late, giving the whole thing a slightly off‑kilter, uncanny rhythm.
JC: There he is! Rowan Vance! The Pride and Joy of Harper’s Ferry! He’d gone undefeated his first few weeks as an XWF star!
JR: And then Remi Storm knocked his block off and tapped him out!
JC: Remi and Rowan are both new to the XWF, but together they stole the show and put on what some might argue to be the match of the night! And Rowan isn’t getting a week off following his first defeat… ‘Godly’ Ken Davidson might be one of the biggest names to come to the XWF this year!
JR: Rowan better pack himself a sack lunch for this one.!
JC: Cuz he’s got his work cut out for him, Joe?
JR: Yes, but also, he’s from West Virginia, so I assume his family can’t afford to buy lunch.
As he reaches the ramp, the lighting shifts: a faint blue haze rolls across the stage, giving him a silhouette that looks almost doubled, like someone is walking just behind him.
The crowd can’t tell if it’s a trick of the lights or something else.
Rowan reaches ringside. He pauses as the chorus hits that jittery, staccato vocal rhythm.
He still doesn’t position himself for photo opportunities, doesn’t smirk, just stops, his head turning slightly like he’s trying to locate a sound in the rafters.
Then he slides under the bottom rope with the same quiet, fluid motion he does everything else… As he stands, the arena lights flicker, just once.
Not enough to scream “supernatural.” Just enough to make the audience shift in their seats. Rowan doesn’t react, he’s used to it.
He walks to his corner, leans back against the turnbuckles, and waits, hands still in his pockets, eyes scanning the arena like he’s cataloguing every noise, every movement, every pattern.
Across the ring, Rowan Vance stood with his shoulders loose and his jaw tight, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. His eyes never stopped moving. Not at the crowd. Not at the referee. At Ken Davison’s hands. His hips. The angle of his stance.
Opposite him, Godly Ken Davison barely moved at all.
The veteran simply rolled his neck once and stared at Rowan with the expression of a priest preparing a confession booth.
JC: “You can feel the tension in this building already. Rowan Vance knows this is the biggest test of his young career.”
JR: “Yeah, and this dude across from him is a killer, man. Ken Davidson’s one of those old-school veterans that doesn’t waste movement. Everything means something.”
DING DING
‘Godly’ Ken Davidson
- vs -
Rowan Vance Singles Match
Rowan cautiously circled first.
Ken didn’t.
That alone made Rowan narrow his eyes.
The rookie extended a hand for a collar-and-elbow tie-up—
—but the instant Rowan stepped in, Ken subtly shifted his lead foot backward.
Rowan immediately aborted the lock-up and backed away, resuming circling
A tiny smirk crossed Ken’s lips.
JC: …What the hell was that just now, Joe?
JR: Ken was trying to bait Rowan into a counter grapple immediately. Rowan realized he was stepping into a setup and stepped back to re-assess.
JC: …Huh! It is very dangerous to get into any kind of grapple with a man with three decades of experience in the ring like the Godly One… Rowan Vance taking this opportunity to rethink his approach…
Rowan exhaled through his nose and nodded to himself. No panic. Just processing.
He circled again, slower now. Deliberate…
Ken cranks his neck side to side, before stepping forward, offering the lock-up first.
Rowan leans forward, ready to lock up….
Their hands connected—
—and immediately Ken twisted into a standing wristlock, torquing the arm with brutal precision.
JR: And the first sequence has Davidson in control! How will a rookie like Vance respond?
JC: Vance is young but he never stops thinking about the sport… never stops re-tooling and improving his processes… this will be a true test of his mettle against a longtime veteran like Davidson!
Rowan’s face pinched sharply from the pressure, but instead of fighting the hold directly, he dipped his shoulder and rolled through forward, twisting into a reversal of his own, resetting the pair back to a collar-and-elbow…
Before Rowan manages to follow that transition into a hammerlock, pressing chest-to-back against the veteran.
The crowd applauded the smooth transition.
Ken’s face hardened with irritation at being controlled by someone this inexperienced. He reached backward, trapped Rowan’s fingers, then violently spun through into a snap standing switch before muscling Rowan down to the mat with a grinding rear waistlock takedown.
Rowan hit hard.
Ken leaned his weight into the rookie’s spine.
JC: Beautiful chain wrestling from both men.”
JR: But you feel the difference in strength immediately. Rowan’s wiry and elusive, but Ken’s got the strength AND the technique advantage from his decades of experience!
Rowan’s jaw clenched as Ken’s forearm dug across his mouth. He planted his palms against the canvas, trying to create leverage.
Ken saw the shift instantly.
And smiled.
The veteran abruptly released the waistlock and slapped Rowan hard across the back of the head.
The crowd gave an audible oooh.
JC: My, oh my! Not much injury there except to Vance’s pride… and maybe to the chances they’ll be able to get a beer and talk shop after the match…
JR: Ohhhh, that’s veteran stuff. That’s psychological warfare right there!
Rowan froze for half a second on all fours.
Then slowly looked back over his shoulder.
Ken simply gestured at him to… Come on.
Rowan stood carefully.
His expression didn’t change much, but his breathing deepened slightly.
JC: If Ken was hoping to throw Rowan off his game, Rowan looks like he’s still patiently attacking, still palming the fortress that is Davidson’s grappling technique for potential weaknesses!
JR: Newsflash, Jacuinde! There are none!
The two circled again.
This time Rowan shot low unexpectedly, grabbing a single leg.
Ken’s eyes widened for the first time as Rowan rolled through into the “Crossroads of Harpers Ferry,” twisting the leg and dragging the veteran into a grounded elbow barrage.
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
The crowd starts to buzz with surprise and excitement!
JC: Wow! It’s looking like Vance has the vet right where Vance wants him!
Ken covered up immediately, raising his guard, absorbing the blows against his forearms before angrily extending his palms to Rowan away with both hands.
Rowan popped back to his feet fast, eager to chase back in to resume the assault…
—and walked directly into a vicious dragon screw leg whip.
The torque spun Rowan inside out.
He clutched at his knee instantly.
Ken sat up slowly, glaring now.
No more amusement.
JC: Pure veteran instinct on display from Davidson!
JOE ROGAN: Thirty years on top of the wrestling world, baby! Rowan got aggressive one time and Ken punished the exact limb he needed to punish. He shut down the rookie before he even really got started!
Ken rose methodically and grabbed the damaged leg.
Rowan immediately scooted backward toward the ropes.
Ken followed.
No wasted motion.
No hesitation.
He stomped directly onto the inside of Rowan’s thigh.
Rowan grimaced hard and grabbed the ropes.
ONE!
TWO
Ken clinches the hold… If anything, after Rowan grabs the ropes, Davidson looks like he’s trying to apply **increased** torque!
JR: The Godly One is as wily as they come! He knows he has a five-count and he’s using every bit of it to physically punish Rowan Vance!
THREE!
FOUR!
F-
Ken backed off cleanly just after four….
But not before leaning down and quietly saying something directly into Rowan’s ear.
Rowan’s expression changed instantly.
The rookie’s eyes narrowed.
JC: I don’t know what was said there…
JR: Probably just describing how he personally wished Mrs. Mama Vance a Happy Mother’s Day down in her trailer park in Harper’s Ferry!
Rowan pulled himself up using the ropes.[/white]
Ken immediately rushed him—
—but Rowan reacted instinctively.
DROPKICK.
The shot blasted Ken square in the chest and sent him backward into the ropes.
The crowd erupted.
Rowan kipped halfway up before the damaged knee buckled underneath him.
That hesitation cost him.
Ken surged forward immediately with a running shoulderbreaker, wrenching Rowan’s arm violently on impact.
Rowan screamed out and rolled across the canvas clutching his shoulder.
Ken sat up breathing heavier now, frustration beginning to seep through his composure.
JC: Wow! Incredible recovery by the Godly One! He tanked through that dropkick… It clearly hurt, but when Davidson saw that ripple of pain shoot through Vance’s knee, it was like a reflex kicked in to follow up and deliver the pain!
JR: That’s the thing about Ken Davidson. Once he smells weakness, he becomes a shark.
The veteran’s face twisted with grim focus now. No arrogance. Just intent.
He hooked Rowan for a vertical suplex—
—but Rowan suddenly slipped free behind him.
The crowd came alive.
Ken turned—
STEP-UP ENZIGURI.
CRACK.
Ken stumbled sideways.
Rowan saw the opening.
His eyes widened with urgency.
He sprinted toward the ropes—
SPRINGBOARD CUTTER—
NO.
Ken shoved him away midair.
Rowan crashed hard onto his back.
The veteran immediately lunged forward and trapped the legs.
CLOVERLEAF.
The torque folded Rowan in half.
The rookie screamed and clawed at the canvas as Ken sat deep into the hold.
JC: Davidson has him trapped! And that cloverleaf is applying a monstrous amount of torque on Vance’s knee! This could be the end of the match!
JR: This could be the end of Rowan Vance’s CAREER, Jacuinde!
Rowan’s hands shook as he reached.
Not for the ropes.
For Ken’s ankle.
Ken realized it a second too late.
Rowan yanked hard and twisted into a small package counter.
ONE—
TWO—
KEN KICKED OUT. He backwards rolls out of the small package!
…Rowan clocks it as Ken remains on his feet, before charging Vance… Vance from the mat goes for a…
SUPERKICK!
…
NO!
Vance slips under! Davidson’s boot sails by… He spins around back toward Van-
PATTERN BREAKER.
…
NO!
Rowan intercepted Ken’s attempted kick mid-motion with the sudden counter-superkick.
Ken staggered.
The crowd exploded.
Rowan’s breathing became frantic now. Hope. Momentum. Desperation.
Ken charges in for a desperation lariat…
But, Rowan hooks him again, going for a…
BACKSLIDE!
JR: Vance knows he can’t beat Davidson straight-up! He’s trying to steal this one!
Davidson’s shoulder are pressed against the mat! The official drops!
But before he can even count one, Davidson rolls backwards onto his feet…
….
But Rowan scoops forward, cinching him in a front facelock while Davidson’s still got a knee on the mat!
JC: What a read by Rowan! He picked up how Ken recovered from that first roll-up and turned that window Davidson was rolling into an opening to exploit! That’s what makes Rowan so dangerous! He never stops calculating!
Rowan hooked Ken instantly—
SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX—
BRIDGE.
JC: He got ALL of that one! Davidson’s skull hit the mat HARD!
JR: Just you wait, Ken’s about to turn this one around!
ONE—
TWO—
THREE!
JR: WHAT?!?
Winner: Rowan Vance
With the count of three, the victor rolls off, breathing heavily.
Rowan comes up off the mat, clutching his knee… before raising a fist to the crowd in victory!
JC: What a feather in the cap of a promising young athlete like Rowan Vance! Davidson is no slouch, he’s been a multi-time world champion in top-tier wrestling organizations around the globe! This just goes to show how elite the XWF’s talent pool is! That anyone can beat anyone on any given night!
JR: It’s a fluke and a travesty is what it is, Jacuinde! The Godly One just let this one out of his sight and Rowan Vance illegitimately… look, the kid got lucky! And I guarantee Ken Davidson will correct the score next time they met!
JC: I guarantee to you, Joe! If Ken lays down the challenge to a young man like Rowan Vance, Vance is going to accept that challenge eagerly!
The camera drone sweeps across the masses that make up just a fraction of the XWF universe. Signs curse out Charlie Nickles and the Brotherhood. Others mock the weakness of the Exiles and other fan favourites. The camera focuses on one that has a cut out of Dickie Watson, praising his charming aloofness.
“GIMME DICKIE”
JR: Ladies and gentlemen, this one has been brewing ALL week long. Two men with very different views of professional wrestling are about to CRASH.
JC: Different views? These two just spen the entire week calling each other frauds. Trauma exhibits.
JR: ...Yeah they already hate each other. Doesn’t help that they have whole factions behind them.
The lights die without warning. Not a fade, but a full blackout that sucks the air out of the arena like the calm before a fire. Then, a strobing light, lime green, flares beneath the metal of the floor. Another, quicker and sharper. A third, holding longer now. Long enough for the crowd to catch a glimpse of the static forming on the screen overhead.
The distorted bass of “DEATHLIST” by Code: Pandorum and GHØSTKID blares across the arena’s speaker system low, grinding and industrial. It doesn't start like music, but more like a warning. Like the hum of something broken beneath concrete.The speakers rattle, and with them the crowd begins to stir as the opening continues to play, rhythmic and angry. Noise from the crowd rolls through like a cold draft in a sealed room, a few cheers, a few chants. But mostly unease.
"Do I love you? Or do I hate you?
Can I trust you without failing you?
Gonna tell you what the secret is...
You're number one on my DEATHLIST."
Whispered, the lyric doesn't rise above the crowd but cuts under it, precise and personal. The music drops out completely, not a fade, and not a glitch, just the same as the lights as they die out entirely. But then, detonation as the bass slams back in without warning, twisted and violent, louder than before. Strobe lights erupt in a manic wash of toxic green, casting sharp, flickering shadows across the sate. It's disorienting, like a spotlight wielded as a weapon. Motionless in that moment, Dickie Watson stands framed in light. No grand pose, no war cry, hair falling in his face and shoulders loose like man who doesn't need to prove he belongs here -- he already knows he does.
He holds this, eyes floating over everyone, and then moves a beat later. Not with urgency, not with showmanship. Just steps forward like the rest of the world is moving slower than him. He doesn't look to the sides, doesn't soak it in. He's not here for the moment, he's here for the thrill. Every movement is precise, like a blade being unsheathed. Quiet, measured. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, eyes still glancing off to the side, turning his head slightly to acknowledge fans and enemies alike. At the barricade, he reaches out and slaps a few hands not necessarily out of respect, but more of obligation. These are the people who kept him alive for so long, and what he does this for.
“Ladies and gentlemen this match is set for one-fall! Introducing first, claiming London, England as his home…. And representing the House of Hardcore - he is Dickie Watson!”
He rounds the corner to right, bypasses the steps, and jumps, both feet hitting the apron in one clean lift. Without grabbing the ropes, without pause, he slings himself over the top and lands near the dead center of the ring, bent knees taking the brunt of his leap.
JC: Former Universal Champ and arguably one of the most dangerous men in XWF…
JR: An according to Mr Hayes, a Hot Topic mannequin with unresolved abandonment issues.
He circles the ring once, loose-limbed, cracking his neck slightly, and stops. Near the far corner, he crouches with his elbows on his knees, fingers dangling inbetween as his music fades.
The opening riff to "Song for the Dead" by Queens of the Stone Age kicks in. At the 37 second mark, the name "Asher Hayes" blares through the PA system, and Asher appears on the stage, wearing a long leather jacket, his face full of focus. He bows down for a few moments before standing up straight, throwing both fists in the air, before making his way towards the ring.
“It's late enough to go driving
And see what's mine
Life's the study of dying
How to do it right"
He makes his way down the ramp as the reaction of the crowd rains down upon him. He walks up the ring steps and climbs to the top turnbuckle, lifting both fists into the air, slinging the jacket off his shoulders, simply looking at the crowd before dropping down and running to the opposite side.
“You're a holy roller
If you bettin' to lose
If you're hanging around
I'm holding the noose"
He stands, once again, on the top rope. His expression remains focused as he looks toward the ceiling, before dropping down, removing his jacket and handing his belongings to the ref.
JR: And here comes the man who believes this generation took his blueprint and turned it into some kinda parody.
JC: Well… He’s not wrong about some of it, I guess?
"Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Come a little bit closer
And get untied
In a hearse rolling over
Just a track in the line
Fuck it..."
Asher then leans into the corner, before glaring down Watson with a smile on his face.
Dickie doesn’t blink.
The bell rings.
And immediately Dickie explodes out from his crouched position straight into an arm drag.
Hayes grimaces as his back hits the mat before bouncing back up onto his feet.
Another arm drag, again Hayes is back up on his feet.
JR: Dickie’s not stopping!
Watson drops him to the mat with a dropkick to the knees. Followed up by a quick thrust of his palm into Haye’s jaw.
Asher drops to the mat but before Dickie can capitalize, rolls himself out of the ring to regroup.
Dickie eyes glint with malice as he charges the ropes.
JC: Too fast from Watson!
Asher Hayes grabs the top rope, releasing it just in time to smack into Dickie’s face, throwing the man back into the ring.
JR: Veteran awareness by Hayes!
Asher drags him outside from the bottom rope and immediately whips him hard into the outside barricade.
JC: Cool violence from Asher!
Asher grabs Dickie by the jaw and starts yelling into his face. “You done doing circus tricks, Watson?” His eyes scream with a sick glee. Dickie spits at his boots. Asher grimaces before whipping back into the ring.
Dickie scrambles to his feet before hitting the ropes again, he meets Asher just as the Veteran enters the ring. He leaps into the air. CAUGHT by Hayes. Maneuevered midair by Watson.
JC: TILT-A-WHIRL DDT WHAT DEXTERITY!
Hayes’ head bounces off the mat hard, and Dickie quickly transitions into a deep basement drop kick. He follows up with quick kicks to the body and thighs taking Hayes to his back.
JR: And he ain’t done yet!
Dickie extends his arms out and leaps into the air, flipping beautifully into a standing shooting star press. PIN!
1!!!
2!!!!
Asher kicks out! Dickie is back onto his feet, back at the ropes he leaps. Watson springboards beautifully -
JC: LARIAT MID-AIR BY HAYES!
Dickie folds inside out and crumples to the mat. The crowd explodes into a deep OOOOOH.
JR: That’s what Hayes has been talking about all week!
JC: Nearly took the former champs head off.
Asher slows the pace down immediately, methodical in his attacks. He pulls Dickie into a hammerlock, resting to catch his own breath. A painful knee presses against Watson’s spine, he grins his forearm beneath his opponents jaw.
JR: Asher’s talking to him!
“All movement, all flash… No substance.”
Dickie claws towards the ropes, only for Asher to drag him back.
“You don’t KNOW this business, kid.”
Dickie finally slips free and manages to cling to the ropes. Asher wrenches back the hold a little harder until the ref breaks them up. He sticks his hands in the air and backs off with a shit-eating grin on his face. Dickie slowly pulls himself up against the ropes. Haye’s charges forward-
JC: PELE KICK FROM WATSON!
Both men are stunned, wobbling at the feet. Dickie musters his strength and rushes in straight into a SPINEBUSTER!
Asher floats straight into his Dream Killer submission and Dickie screams out.
JR: Hayes is targeting everything tonight! Neck, shoulders, lower back.
JC: Because if Watson can’t move, he can’t fight.
Dickie barely manages to scrap the ropes, Asher refuses to break against till he’s forced to. He lets out a deep chuckle, dropping to a squat in mockery of Dickie. He lets his opponent slowly rise to his feet to see him.
Dickie flips him off.
The two clash in the center of the ring, classic elbow-and-collar-tie-up. Hayes overpowers the smaller man, taking him to one corner of the ring, only for Dickie to slip under the hold and catch him a drop toe-hold. Haye’s face bounces off the top turnbuckle and before he can catch himself - Dickie is throwing hard strikes, less finesse at Asher.
Forearms come smashing down to the back of Asher. Chops to the side of the face.
A speedy roundhouse kick.
Asher laughs again as he eats the last one.
Dickie only hits him harder.
JC: There it is! Hayes is getting what he wanted!
JR: Watson seems to be fighting emotional!
Dickie springs to the apron, leaps onto the third rope - SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT!
The crowd goes wild as both man land hard on the mat. Dickie rolls to the corner of the ring, uses the ropes to aid him and finds his way to the top rope.
JR: Looking like he’s tryna end it!
JC: HAYES MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!
Dickie violently crashes into the mat, grabbing his ribs in pain. The crowd groans a lot with him. Asher doesn’t capitalize immediately, instead he just points and mocks Dickie to the crowd. SEE.
Dickie sees it and slams his fists into the mat. He fires a wild strike from the mat, catches Hayes by the ankle and dropping him. Dickie mounts the man and starts raining a flurry of punches from above.
He pushes himself off Hayes and starts stopping at the man, shoulders, knees, ribs.
JR: Watson is on fire!
JC: He’s sick of all of Haye’s mocking.
Dickie hoists Hayes up onto his feet and whips him hard into the corner buckle. Dickie crouches and tries to hoist Asher onto his shoulders for a buckle bomb - Hayes racks at his eyes forcing Watson to let the big man go. Hayes pushes himself off from the corner and charges at dickie.
JC: SUPERKICK FROM DICKIE!
JR: NO!
Asher ducks under the kick, wraps an arm around Dickie’s torso and flings him back into the turnbuckle with a FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX!
Asher, with a smile on his face, pulls Hayes back from the carnage of the turnbuckle and into a pin.
1!!!
2!!!
“I got a bone to pick!”
KICK OUT BY DICKIE!
JR: What’s he doing out here!
JC: Isaiah King! After their vicious attack on Penn, Hayes and Myst last week - King looks like he’s out for more.
Isaiah King stands by the top of the ramp with cool composure. He paces at the top of the stage and signals for them to continue fighting. Asher glares at him, enough to take his eyes off of Dickie who wiggles free from him.
Asher slides out of the ring, jabbing fingers at Isaiah, demanding he mind his own business.
Dickie bounds off the ropes, leaps through the second and third and hits Hayes with a picture perfect suicide dive, wiping Asher ribs first into the barricade.
JR: Caught him lackin!
Isaiah signals for Asher to keep his eyes on his opponent.
Dickie’s momentum surges now, he picks Asher back up and whips him back into the ring. A quick combination of a poisonrana, a meteora and stiff springboard dropkick sends Asher back into the mat.
ONEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
THR—-
NO!!
Asher kicks out once again! Dickie sits up furious, pissed that Haye’s kicked out, pissed that Isaiah is out messing with his match, pissed that this isn’t over yet.
Dickie climbs again, perching himself lithely on the third rope.
JR: This is danger territory!
JC: Dickie must be in a world of pain too
Asher stirs and looks up, eyes scanning and catching on Isaiah’s pacing frame once again. Dickie launches at that exact moment.
MISSILE DROP KICK!
The crowd roars. Dickie slams more furious forerms into Hayes before getting up and readying himself by the corner. Hayes pulls himself up to his feet and Dickie charges at him.
JR: SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR!
Isaiah stops pacing and just watches. Hayes hurries into a pin.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR—-NO!!!
JC: LAST SECOND KICKOUT BY WATSON!
Asher looks stunned, then angry, then desperate as his eyes go wide. He slams his own fists into the mat before rolling up and heading up top himself. Slowly and painfully.
Isaiah starts pacing down the ramp towards the ring.
JR: This could end it right here!
Isaiah: You don’t heal from some falls.
His voice is quiet but loud enough to catch Haye’s attention. A tingle runs through his spine. Asher pauses, the tiniest hesitation. Dickie springs to his feet, climbs the ropes like a leopard.
AVALANCHE SPANISH FLY!!!
JC: THAT WAS INSANE! HE’S GONE STRAIGHT TO THE PIN!!
ONEE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!
THRE-NOO!!
JC: How did Asher survive that crazy fall?
JR: PURE TENACITY FROM THE VETERAN!
Dickie runs his hands through his hair in frustration. Then with a grunt he moves to the corner. His feet stomp in the corner. Asher spits out a wad of blood before pulling himself up to his knees.
RISE
TO
GLORY!!!
JC: Another pin!!
ONEE!!!
NO!!!
JR: No! Haye’s foot is on the rope! What ring awareness by the veteran!
Dickie sits against the ropes, exhausted - his eyes flick from Hayes to the ref to Isaiah midway up the ramp. He takes in a deep breath and musters up his strength again.
He pulls himself to his feet and drags Hayes up to his feet as well. He hooks Haye’s arm around his neck and throws him back into a suplex. Dickie holds on and transitions into a f- No! Haye’s slips through, reverses the hold and lifts Dickie into a FALCON ARROW.
Isaiah: Watch your back Hayes!
NO REVERSAL MIDAIR!
Dickie lands on his feet and whips a forearm into Haye’s neck, MODIFIED-
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREEE!!!!
Winner by Pinfall: Dickie Watson
Isaiah King claps as Dickie’s music hits, turning his back to the ring and leaving him to celebrate.
JR: Job done for Dickie Watson!
JC: And it looks like for Isaiah King too! There’s going to be a price to pay for this, for sure!
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JC: Up next, we have the Television Championship on the line!
JR: I’ve been looking forward to this one since last week, Jackie. Korvayne was brutalized at the hands of Bobby Bourbon, let’s see what she has lined up for payback!
Her ring music plays and she is appalled by the reaction the fans give her as she heads to the ring, and she spends a lot of needless time arguing with the fans. Eventually she gets in the ring, does her artsy pose, and bows though the fans don't deserve it.
JC: What is this?
JR: Oh damn it, Korvayne had a plan.
From the back, an army of simps all trot out. Wheezing at the very motion of walking from one place to another, all in worship of their queen, they form a line at the entrance ramp as a cage actually lowers from the ceiling, surrounding the ring.
JC: Korvayne has herself in that cage, I guess to protect her as she sets up her simps to deal with Bourbon first!
JR: There might not even be a match, this is low, the fans are absolutely livid!
JC: Not to mention, Bobby Bourbon hasn’t been seen in the arena all night!
The lights dim.
A spotlight shines all the way up in the nosebleeds of the Climate Pledge Arena.
Way up in the cheap seats, we see Bobby Bourbon seated among the fans so rabid they just wanted to be there but couldn’t afford the astronomical prices of ringside seats.
Bobby stands up, waves to the fans he’d been watching Warfare along with in section 225, and begins walking down the steps of the upper concourse, through sections 125 and 126, slapping hands with fans as he does. The spotlight follows him as he gets to the railing of the upper concourse.
JC: It’s Bobby Bourbon, he’s here!
JR: He is, he’s just been enjoying the show as a fan the whole time!
The simps all point and look as Bobby attaches a rope to the edge of the upper concourse, and leaps, bypassing the suite level and belaying to the lower concourse!!
Bobby removes the harness he’d been wearing for the stunt, and raises his arms at 45 degree angles.
The fans are absolutely exploding as Bobby climbs onto the railing at the top of the seats, and flips forward, being caught by the fans who then crowd serf Bobby all the way to the arena floor itself!
It’s there that a gigachad appears with a chair, and it rocks Bobby right in the spine with the weapon!
JC: Oh, damn it!
JR: Jackie, Bobby’s in for a long night and this match isn’t even underway!
Bobby drops to all fours from the shock of the blow, and the gigachad again raises the chair, striking Bourbon on the spine.
The gigachad again raises the chair…
Bobby with a low blow to the gigachad!
It drops the chair immediately, and Bobby collects himself and stands.
Dinosaur Extinctor onto the gigachad!
Bobby looks onward towards the ring, the two dozen or so simps scrambling to intercept him.
JR: This is why you don’t enter through the crowd, Jackie, Bobby Bourbon is suffering for it!
Six simps assault Bobby at once, and Bobby begins to hold his ground, throwing rights and lefts at the simps as they come. A few more arrive, and the sheer numbers take over.
Bobby is slammed in the back with a hefty corpulent forearm.
Bobby is smashed in the jaw with a wild haymaker.
Bobby is once again hit with a chair, and he drops to the ground. Simps begin stomping on him en masse.
The umpteen simps have their way, stomping and pummeling on Bobby as he lies on the ground.
They eventually lift him to his feet and start dragging him to the ringside area.
They dump him over the barricade. Two simps who waited behind, or simply were too out of shape to climb the barricade out into the crowd, held open a door to the cage.
JC: They’re throwing Bourbon into that cage.
JR: I guess so no outside interference occurs?
JC: No more outside interference.
Bobby is rolled into the ring, the cage still surrounding it. The referee shrugs, allowing the cage.
Korvayne remains stationary in the corner, laughing at Bobby’s limp body on the mat.
The fans begin booing to the highest octave.
JR: Can you hear that?
JC: These fans deserved a real match here, this is a travesty.
JR: All Korvayne has to do is, well, nothing for fifteen minutes now, Bobby is down!
Bobby’s hand reaches out, as though he was about to bring himself to his feet.
Korvayne approaches him, stomping on his outstretched hand.
She then stomps his shoulder.
Then she delivers a soccer kick to Bobby’s prone body.
She twirls around, laughing with glee in her weird, way too bassy laugh that’s very offputting.
A simp runs up to the side of the cage, and hands something to Korvayne.
A cheese grater.
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Korvayne parades the cheese grater around the ring, holding it as high as she can.
From corner to corner, along the ropes, she sneers and yells insults at the crowd, incensing them.
She approaches Bobby, still on the mat.
She kneels, placing a knee in the small of Bobby’s back while grabbing a handful of his hair.
She pulls back on his scalp, wrenching his spine, and holds the cheese grater up, the glint of the stainless steel contrasting with the lifeless Bourbon.
She goes to use the cheese grater on Bourbon’s forehead…
NO!
She starts laughing her big ole’ train whistle of a laugh.
Korvayne stands back up, points to the cheese grater, and tosses it aside.
JR: Korvayne would never deign to do something so brutal, Jackie!
JC: Fuck you, JR, Korvayne orchestrated a mugging here tonight!
A local ad for the at one business you’ve heard of but you have to drive past a sketchy neighborhood to get to plays.
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JC: This is shocking, JR, I didn’t expect all this.
JR: I have a name, you know, but Korvayne has literally just been waiting out the clock, Bourbon is wiped out!
Korvayne is seated atop the cage, pointing at Bobby, the guffaws and hyucks coming aplenty from on high.
Bobby is slow to begin rising to his feet.
Korvayne beckons for him to do it.
JC: Korvayne is sick.
JR: She remembers that beating last week at the hands of Bobby, can you imagine what that would do to you if you had to face him?
JC: She’s a pure narcissist is what she is, a cruel narcissist.
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Bobby slowly rises to his feet as the crowd chants his name.
[n]*LET’S GO BOBBY!*
*KORVAYNE SUCKS!*
*LET’S GO BOBBY!*
*KORVAYNE SUCKS!*
*LET’S GO BOBBY!*
*KORVAYNE SUCKS!*[/b]
Korvayne snarls as she brings herself to her feet, stalking Bobby like a vulture.
Bobby stands, still dazed.
JC: Bourbon is on his feet but I swear, he doesn’t know where he is.
JR: The referee should stop this.
JC: He can’t, due to the time limit constriction, the referee was instructed not to!
Korvayne rises and dives at Bobby, planting him with a huge flying cross body from the top of the cage!
Bobby is pasted to the mat!
NO!
Bobby rolls through, and back to his feet, cradling Korvayne!
Bobby rushes the cage wall, and splats Korvayne between himself and it!
Bobby pivots and plants Korvayne!
JC: HONESTLY BRUTAL FROM BOBBY BOURBON!
JR: It was literally too!
Bobby stays on top of Korvayne for the pin!
The referee starts to give instruction to Bobby!
JR: There’s no pinfalls here in the Television Championship match tonight, Jackie!
JC: This is first blood only, I bet Korvayne wishes she used that cheese grater earlier!
The simps, fed up with the fact Bobby got a measure of offense in, rush the ring.
They open the door, and bottleneck trying to enter the ring.
One simp finally gets between the ropes, and Bobby catches him with a Richter Spike!
Another two simps enter, and Bobby grabs both their heads and brings them in for a noggin knocker, sending them careening in opposite directions.
Three simps enter, and one after the other, Bobby chucks them to the other side of the ring with Big Boy Tosses!
A very, very, very obese simp enters, wheezing.
Bobby cracks his neck.
The obese simp waddles towards Bobby, his legs obviously chafing from the sheer amount of girth and probably gout each had.
The obese simp flips Bobby off!
Bobby’s head tilts ever so slightly to his right.
The obese simp laughs.
Bobby punts him in the gut, which was, to be fair, both a large target and low hanging fruit.
Bobby plants his head between his legs, then hoists him.
JR: JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST!
JC: THAT SIMP HAS TO WEIGH NEARLY SIX HUNDRED POUNDS!
Bobby charges the side of the cage!
BOBBYBOMB THROUGH THE CAGE!
A whole section of cage wall crashes outward towards the entrance ramp as the wrecking ball shaped human with a hard-on for Korvayne is used as such, also pinning down and trapping a remainder of the simps!
Bobby turns.
He’s caught squarely in the jaw by a Picasso Punch!
Korvayne catches herself as Bobby spills out of the ring, onto the collapsed cage wall!
Korvayne sneers as she catches her breath, Bobby once again knocked senseless.
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Korvayne hops to the arena floor, and drags Bobby’s body to the edge of the collapsed cage wall.
She slaps him across the face.
A sadistic smile crawls across her jaw.
She throws another slap…
No, Bobby blocks!
Bobby rolls off the cage wall, and onto the floor, landing with a thud.
Korvayne laughs even harder at Bobby, for whom the struggle is real.
Korvayne rolls Bobby over, and stomps on his chest.
Again, she stomps.
A third time…
Except Bobby has something in his right hand.
He brings the cheese grater up and carves into Korvayne’s shin.
A trickle of blood emerges!
WINNER AND NEW XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION:
BOBBY BOURBON!
JC: And just like that, Bobby with some razor sharp thinking!
JR: Don’t you ever make a pun again.
JC: I guarantee nothing.
Korvayne recoils in horror, calling for medics and officials to look at the scrape she just got as Bobby slowly brings himself to his feet on the outside. The referee hands him the Television Title Belt as he leans back, the fans patting his back the entire time.
JC: An absolutely incredible showing by Bobby Bourbon tonight! An-... wait a second!
As Bobby receives his fan back pats for a well-fought title victory…
Korvayne dives through the ropes, just as the cage wall rising above the ring!
FLYING PICASSO PUNCH KNOCKS BOBBY SKULL-FIRST AGAINST THE RAILING!
JC: oh my! Korvayne may have lost the match, but it looks like she’s in the mood to even the score after that almost-career-ending beatdown last Warfare!
Bobby collides hard against the railing, rubbing his aching scalp… but Korvayne doesn’t let up. A fan in the front row tries to start a Let’s Go, Bobby chant and Korvayne SPITS in his face!
JC: I’ve heard of spitting mad, but Korvayne is like a rabid animal right now!
JR: Korvayne almost had her career ended by Bobby’s attack last Warfare, Joe! Her ability to create *and* infuriate! Taking an artist’s life is one thing, taking her medium? Unforgivable!
Korvayne grips Bobby by the back of the skull before he’s even risen to his knees and rips him back into the ring and under the bottom rope!
Bobby, clearly critically hurt from that attack, shoves up to his knees slowly… As Korvayne reaches into her tights and retrieves…
A sculptor’s chisel!
JC: …Ohhhhh, I don’t like this!
Bobby turns around, raising his guard, anticipating another fist…
SCHINK! Korvayne drives the scalpel across Bobby’s forehead! A trail of blood streaks down his face!
JC: HOLY SHIT!
Bobby, caught off-guard by this burst of violence, covers his face with his hands, reflexively trying to stop the bleeding…
But Korvayne grabs him by the back of the head and in one fell swoop, DRIVES her knee into his forehead! It’s gushing now!
JC: What the hell is this maniac doing?!?
JR: Korvayne didn’t spill the first blood tonight, but she’s gonna spill the most memorable blood!
Bobby drops back to his knees… As Korvayne wraps her mitts around his skull…
X-FACTOR! Driving Bourbon’s skull against the mat! A huge red splatter of blood hits the mat under him!
But Korvayne isn’t done yet… She grabs Bobby’s skull from off the mat… and carefully, precisely picks it up off the mat, and drags it above the splatter in a straight line.
JC: …What the fuck is she doing?
JR: Korvayne is using Bobby’s blood like paint! And his skull like a brush!
Korv drags Bobby’s skull against the mat… creating a VISCERAL, DEEP RED exclamation point.
She then forcibly rolls Bobby to the other side of the ring… Blood dripping from his skull…
As she drags his head further along the mat…
Eventually drawing out…
A
R
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JC: …Korvayne is insane.
JR: Korvayne! Is! GENIUS!
Finally, her vision realized, Korvayne lets Bobby’s skull out of her grip…
Bobby is on his knees…
Until she backs into the ropes….
Bounces off…
Leaps through the air!
CURB STOMP! Driving Bobby’s skull back into the mat!
YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
Finally, Korvayne leans down to the trickle of blood from her shin, presses it against her thumb…
And draws a K next to Bobby’s broken body!
JC: …She’s… she’s signing the havoc she just wrought tonight on Bobby Bourbon!
JR: Of course she signed it! It’s her masterpiece!
The image of Korvayne turning and bowing to the crowd is the last thing…
Before we cut to commercial.
The opening riff of Gardenia plays and as the drums kick in Gator walks out onto the stage and examines the crowd, with a nose flick he beats his chest three times before walking down the ramp with his head held high and climbs the steps stopping at the turnbuckles to look around at the crowd once more before wiping his feet on the apron and entering the ring and relaxing in his corner.
"Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment plays as Jenny Myst makes her way to the ring.
The lights drop hard.
A low pink glow bleeds across the arena as the opening pulse of “Sex Metal Barbie” hits—industrial, predatory, unmistakable. The crowd reaction swells immediately, a mix of boos, awe, and uneasy anticipation, because everyone knows what that song means.
Then she steps through the curtain.
Jenny Myst doesn’t rush. She arrives.
Leather gleams under the lights as she pauses at the top of the ramp, chin tilted slightly upward, eyes scanning the crowd like she’s counting debts. The X-Division Championship, Mortimer, rests over her shoulder—not displayed, not flaunted—carried like a weapon she’s already used tonight. Her expression is calm, almost bored, but there’s cruelty sitting just beneath it, coiled and patient.
On the second beat drop, she rolls her shoulders and starts down the ramp with deliberate, confident strides. Each step syncs with the rhythm—measured, heavy, inevitable. She ignores the fans reaching out, the insults, the chants. Their noise doesn’t register. This isn’t their moment. It’s hers.
Halfway down, Jenny stops.
She turns slowly, eyes locking with the hard camera, and smirks—not playful, not charming, but sharp. A reminder. She lifts Mortimer just enough for the gold to catch the light, mouthing a few words only the camera gets: mine. Then she lets the title fall back against her shoulder like it belongs there… because it does.
At ringside, she wipes her boots on the apron with exaggerated care before stepping up, climbing through the ropes with smooth precision. No wasted movement. No nerves. Inside the ring, she walks straight to the center, turning once more as the music continues to snarl through the arena.
Jenny Myst raises the title high—not for the crowd, but for her opponent—eyes cold, posture relaxed, utterly in control.
The music fades.
And suddenly, the ring feels smaller.
‘Bullet With A Name’ echoes through the PA system as Charlie Nickles grins on his way to the ring. He looks ready for war as he ignores the chorus of boos the fans eagerly launch his way. He rolls into the ring, calling Gator and Jenny together as BoB talks strategy one last time before their match.
“Now, who’s ready to be baptized into a new era of entertainment?!”
The lights go out in the arena as the voice calls out its query. A moment later, bright, twinkling lights like stars scatter across the building.
“Rome wasn’t built in a day
You gotta climb a little higher,
To the top of the display,
Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
The starlight intensifies as a figure rises from beneath the platform, her back to the crowd, head down. The song continues to echo throughout the arena, electric and intense. Her blonde hair is tied into a tight shark-braid that swings back and forth as she bounces from foot to foot.
“If you want it, just take it,
The world's yours, don’t waste it,
Go make the stars align, to shine-”
The rising platform levels to the arena floor in unison with the beat drop to the song.
“BRIGHTER!”
As the word echoes through the arena, an explosion of sparkling pyrotechnics go off as Betsy Granger throws out her arms, revealing a blue chiffon robe lit with bright stars.
“Brighter than the heavens in the skies above,
(oooh oooh)
You’ll be,
BRIGHTER!"
Twirling gracefully to face the crowd, she points skyward as the lights in the arena flood back on. Betsy bounces twice before half-running, half-skipping down the ramp towards the ring.
"Going supernova, all the eyes look up
(at you, at you)
BRIGHTER!”
The song switches to an instrumental break as she does one complete circuit around the ring. Throwing off her cape on the announcer's table, she dashes towards the ring and jumps onto the apron in a one clean move. Using her momentum, she bounces clean over the top rope and spins on her toes to the center of the ring, arms out wide. As she comes to a stop, the music swells, and the crowd joins in like a devoted choir, just the same as the song itself.
“BRIIIIIIIIIGHTEEEEERRRRRRR”
Betsy grins widely and bounces from foot to foot, ready for the fight.
“Martin had a dream…”
The beat drops like a hammer as the crowd goes wild. The stans in the stands bop up and down to the iconic Sweatpants beat while rapping along to Kendrick’s Backseat Freestyle verse. The mashup highlights both how similar and dysfunctional this pairing is.
White-hot strobes flash, timed perfectly to every thump of the bass. There’s no warm up, The Exiles are approaching and everyone knows it.
“All my life, I want money and power
Respect my mind or die from lead shower”
The screen glitches to life, a black background with a grey logo and some words:
“The Exiles
Not a choice, a sentence.”
Two spotlights snap on from opposite ends of the stage, on the left: Sebastian Everett-Bryce, dressed in a long black coat. His chin tilts upwards slightly, a wry smile pastered on it - hiding his disdain for this situation. He adjusts the arms on his coat mid-stride, as he makes his way down to the ring. The shining tag-belt glimmers from his waist.
On the right: Isaiah King, no cape or theatrics, simply a weathered grey leather jacket over some wrestling tights and boxing boots. He glances at the name on the screen and shows visible disgust.
“Gadamn I feel amazin’”
They converge halfway down the way but don’t acknowledge each other, not a glance or a nod.
The crowd’s noise is deafening - divided and rowdy. Some bounce to the beat, others boo like they’re watching two egos that deserve to eat each other alive.
As the two get to the ring, Isaiah slides through the bottom ropes while SEB makes his way to the stairs for a more graceful entry. They both make their way to the centre of the ring, faces cracking at the discomfort before shifting to accommodate the other.
Isaiah lifts a fist into the air while Sebastian spreads his coat to draw attention to the other half as their theme slowly comes to a quiet.
The lights in the arena fade slowly to black. The opening tones of "I Would Die 4 U" by Prince and The Revolution blast from the PA, sending the crowd to their feet. They scream out the lyrics as Corey Black emerges from the back, walking out onto the stage with intent, bathed in a white light while purple ones circle the arena. He is wearing a hooded dark denim vest that has metal band patches all over it and a large Pantheon logo back patch. Corey stands at the top of the ramp, looking out into the frenzy of dancing and singing attendees, nodding his approval. He makes his way down the ramp, taking his time to survey the landscape around him and get himself a good look at the ring before him. As he reaches it, Corey simply waits for his partners, staring daggers at both Charlie and SEB in the meantime.
Helix Nebula by Anamanaguchi blasts as colored lights in beat to the rhythm pass over the roaring crowd. When the beat kicks in Game Girl rushes out to the crowd and waves with her one good arm before walking down the ramp and stops besides Corey at the foot of the ramp.
The show is quickly interrupted by the sound of a distant synthesizer, followed up by horses neighing and galloping through the dirt. It fades out, leading into the riff of a guitar strumming a fiery tune. There's an inherent electricity building within the air of the arena, culminating as the drums kick in. As they do, the steadfast figure of Scoops McGee comes out from the back, a look of no nonsense etched onto his face as he takes a long look at the crowd and the squared circle.
He nods, steadily walking to the ring and absentmindedly high-fiving any fans stretching out their hands who happen to be right in his way. He makes his way over to ringside, nodding at both Corey and Game Girl beside him. The House of Hardcore enter into the ring as one combined unit, forcing the ring to carve around them as they walk across the center of the canvas, before making their way into their own respective corner.
Brotherhood of Bastards
Charlie Nickles
Jenny Myst
Gator
- vs - The Exiles
Sebastian Everett-Bryce
Isaiah King
Betsy Granger
- vs - The House of Hardcore
Scoops McGee
Game Girl
Corey Black Triple Trios Deathmatch
If the Exiles or HoH win, SEB or Scoops respectively get to choose the stipulation for their match at Leap of Faith!
If BoB wins, Charlie Nickles is added to the Universal title match!
As the bell rings, all Hell finally breaks loose. Each of the team sprints out of their respective corners, each of them finding a man (or woman) to try and beat!
Jenny Myst quickly finds herself getting overwhelmed by both women she has history with between Game Girl and Betsy Granger as she has to slip out of the ring with both girls hot on her trail!
Corey Black makes a beeline straight for SEB and Charlie, but he gets cut off at the pass by Gator, and Isaiah King looks to try and take a quick shot at them both!
And in the center of the ring, SEB, Charlie Nickles and Scoops McGee all get themselves into a three-way slugfest!
JC: We’re not even thirty seconds into this match, Joe, and it’s already absolute pandemonium!
JR: Tell me something I don’t know, Jack! Though I think everyone and their mothers would have predicted that this got turned into a bloodbath right at the start here! Each and every one of these nine men and women hate each other!
JC: And that surely isn’t going to bode well for how the rest of this match goes down…
Charlie quickly shoves Scoops back, causing him to inadvertently bump into Isaiah King from behind as King shoots a back elbow right towards Scoops’ dome! But in turn, Charlie leaves himself open to a superkick from SEB!
A superkick that sends Charlie flying right out of the ring!
Charlie gets nearly rushed down by the incoming GG and Betsy, but manages to come to just in time to shove a flying GG right into the barricade! She lands hard against the steel as her body contorts in agony!
JC: Game Girl not even having a chance to properly respond there! She’s only working with one arm right about now!
JR: That just makes her slim pickings for the Nickleman, though.
Jenny sees over her shoulder Game Girl getting taken out, which gives her a moment of time to try and crawl under the ring! But Betsy’s right there as she’s got Myst right by the ankle! She drags her right out…
BUT JENNY’S GOT A KENDO STICK!
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
JC: Did you hear that kendo stick shot, Joe?!
JR: I think you could hear that one up in the nosebleeds, Jack!
Betsy recoils as Myst grins, going on the attack with that kendo stick! Betsy quickly retreats, but Charlie is right there behind her to cut her off with a clubbing blow to the back! Betsy staggers forward and cracks Jenny with a roundhouse, but Jenny retaliates with another kendo stick shot to the side!
SEB TAKES OUT CHARLIE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!
Back inside the ring, Corey Black looks to try and give as good as he’s getting against both Isaiah King and Gator. Corey looks to try and throw a knee to Gator’s gut, but he catches the knee! He twists and turns Corey into a Dragon Screw, trying to put a target on that same knee!
He doesn’t get very far though as Isaiah comes out of nowhere to clock Gator on the back of his skull with an enzuigiri!
Zay looks for the follow-up, but Scoops is right there with a lighttube-
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
GLASS SHARDS AND SMOKE GOES EVERYWHERE AS ISAIAH KING GETS DOMED!
JC: You wanna talk about deathmatch staples, folks, that’s about as textbook as it gets! Scoops bringing out some of the old classics there!
JR: Didn’t take long for the weapons to start coming out here, did it?
Gator comes towards Scoops, with a glass shard in his hand! Scoops ducks past the incoming swipe of the shard, boots Gator in the gut, grabs him by the wrist-
CATTLE PROD!
NO!
GATOR SHOVES THE SHARD RIGHT IN SCOOPS’ JAW!
BLOOD GUSHES EVERYWHERE AS SCOOPS STAGGERS BACK, STUNNED!
BUT HE ROARS AS HE LAUNCHES HIS HEAD FORWARD TO CRACK GATOR RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!
GATOR STAGGERS BACKWARDS RIGHT INTO COREY BLACK’S GRASP! HE CINCHES IN A HALF-NELSON BEFORE THROWING HIM BACKWARDS INTO A SUPLEX!
Corey drags himself back up to his feet, a quick moment between House of Hardcore members as he checks on Scoops! The Uni champ nods along, but the moment is cut short as Charlie Nickles hops right on the apron!
Corey doesn’t even hesitate! He rushes forward with a head of steam, looking to take Charlie’s head off-
BUT CHARLIE TUGS THE TOP ROPE DOWN!
AND COREY GETS CAUGHT IN THE ROPES! HIS NECK GETS ENSNARED BETWEEN THE TOP AND THE MIDDLE ROPE AS THE FANS GASP!
JC: NO! NO WAY! THEY’RE GOING TOO FAR ALREADY! COREY BLACK IS GETTING HANGED IN THE ROPES AND COULD DIE LIKE THAT!
JR: He’s gotta be careful, Jack! You rush in towards the Nickleman, he’s gonna play your own mind against you! He’s just gotta try and find a way out of there!
Scoops quickly rushes forward to his friend’s aid, but he’s cut off by Jenny Myst sneaking her way back into the ring and taking Scoops down with a Lou Thesz Press! Punches in bunches come raining down on him as he’s forced to cover up to protect himself and his cut that widens with every successive hit!
And that leaves Charlie Nickels right on the apron, delivering the boots to Corey Black as he tries not to suffocate himself! Charlie cackles, slapping Corey across the face as he has to fight to stay alive!
BUT GAME GIRL GRABS CHARLIE BY THE ANKLE AND TUGS HIM DOWN! CHARLIE’S BACK HITS THE APRON AS HE FALLS DOWN!
JC: That type of impact could paralyze you! Though I guess desperate times call for desperate measures!
Jenny looks up from her putting the beatdown on Scoops only for Isaiah King to drill her with a DISCUS PUNCH!
JC: BUT ISAIAH KING MANAGES TO COME OUT OF NOWHERE TO DELIVER A ROYAL VERDICT!
JR: Might have saved Scoops with that blow there!
Jenny falls into a heap as Scoops rolls his way to the outside, but Game Girl quickly finds her footing as she grins! She hops into the ring, reaching into her bag of tricks to pull out her trusty hammer!
GG quickly goes to bonk Zay with the hammer, but he backpedals away! GG throws the hammer - Zay ducks - GG reaches out as Zay stands - IT CLOBBERS HIM RIGHT IN THE BACK! AND GG GRABS A HOLD OF HER HAMMER AS SHE CLOBBERS HIM RIGHT ON THE SKULL!
JR: Woof… you can just hear the critical hit sound from here.
JC: Isaiah King is stunned, but he’s still not going down, folks!
King ROARS in GG’s face, but she responds by swinging around with the hammer in her grasp! Isaiah’s body gets caught on the head of the hammer as he spins around with her, eyes widened as he’s going for a ride! Game Girl spins to win…
BUT BETSY GRANGER SLITHERS INTO THE RING TO CLOBBER GAME GIRL RIGHT IN THE KNEE WITH A CROWBAR!
GG buckles under her own weight, Isaiah landing his way in the corner as he’s seeing stars! Betsy doesn’t hesitate as she grabs GG tight and PLANTS HER DOWN WITH A SNAPMARE DRIVER! RIGHT ON THE SHARDS OF THE LIGHTTUBE FROM EARLIER!
JC: That’s Betsy’s Galactic Advantage right there! Game Girl’s lucky if this isn’t Game Over for her!
JR: You think she’s got an extra life hidden somewhere?
JC: She’ll still need to power up somehow…
Betsy rolls GG over to go for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
GATOR DRAGS BETSY OUTSIDE THE RING BY THE ANKLE!
JC: Narrow save there!
Gator clocks Betsy with a spinning backfist that knocks her absolutely loopy! Jenny Myst is there to follow up with a dropkick to take her down, and Charlie Nickels is right there to direct traffic! He puts the boots to Betsy as he orders Gator and Jenny to take out a table and set it up together at ringside!
JC: You can feel the evil intentions just radiating from BoB right about now…
JR: That’s the power of teamwork for you, Jack. Every team’s got it here.
Charlie is about to get Betsy lifted up high for a triple powerbomb through the table! The fans begin to murmur in horror-
COREY BLACK COMES OUT OF NOWHERE TO HIT A V-TRIGGER ON CHARLIE!
CHARLIE’S EYES DAMN NEAR ROLL INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AS HE SLUMPS BACKWARDS!
GATOR AND MYST SET THEIR SIGHTS ON HIM ONLY FOR SEB TO COME IN AND HIT GATOR FROM BEHIND WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!
MYST QUICKLY ESCAPES AS BETSY IS RELEASED!
A moment of peace goes by…
BEFORE COREY BLASTS SEB WITH A BACKDROP DRIVER FROM BEHIND!
JC: SEB just landed right on his neck from that backdrop driver!
JR: SEB and Corey… man, they’ve got a history a mile long, and probably bumpier than one. Two friends that went and turned at each other’s throats.
Corey is about to continue the hurting on both SEB and Charlie when Betsy comes to the rescue! She leaps right off the apron to wrap Corey up and plant him with a Tornado DDT!
Back inside the ring, Isaiah King has got a hammer to try and counter Game Girl’s own! The two are swinging at each other with reckless abandon, the head of King’s sledgehammer clashing and colliding with GG’s own as sparks dance around the ringside area!
Jenny Myst slithers into the ring, looking to try and attack GG from behind! That’s all the opening GG needs to turn on the spot and bonk her right on the head as she stumbles back to the corner!
But that in turn only leaves her open for Isaiah to slam the hammer right into GG’s back! GG crumbles down right into a heap! Another hammer shot to the back as her down on all fours as she has to let go of her hammer!
Isaiah scoops GG up onto his shoulders!
MODIFIED USHIGOROSHI!
JC: Game Girl with a nasty knee right to the face after that Lonely Road! Isaiah King got all of it!
JR: Looks like King can’t try and go for the cover off of that, though!
Jenny Myst is right there! Tilt-a-whirl headscissors takes Isaiah right down! He quickly gets back up only for Jenny to drill him with a forearm!
And another!
And another!
Isaiah gets put back into the ropes now! Jenny takes him by the back of the head… drives him down on the mat…
AND LITERALLY SLIDES HIM DOWN ACROSS THE RING AND UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!
WHERE ISAIAH KING GETS SLINGSHOT INTO THE TABLE SET UP AT RINGSIDE!
JC: I’d HATE to take that move, Joe! You can get mat burns streaking all the way up and down your torso and your legs with that! Isaiah King’s gonna be feeling that in the morning, I promise you!
JR: Smart thinking by Jenny, though. She knows she can’t properly lift the bigger and bulkier Isaiah King, so instead she uses all that sweat and oil to slide him across instead? It’s genius!
Jenny takes a moment to admire her work…
…but it’s a moment she takes too long on.
⇧ ⇩ ⇩ ⇧ ⇧ A
A bright flash shoots across the ring behind Jenny as the fans pop like crazy! Jenny’s eyes widen as she knows what’s coming next-
WHAM! A palm strike right to the spine makes Jenny stagger! She turns around only to see Game Girl right on top of her still!
Kick! Kick! High kick! Jumping uppercut! Atomic Headbutt! Spear Step-
Jenny sidesteps it! Game Girl launches herself through the ropes, but grabs onto the middle rope in time to save her! GG comes back through the ropes as Jenny grabs the nearest weapon available to her!
CRACK!
HUGE BONK WITH GG’S OWN WARHAMMER!
JC: How strong do you think that thing even is?!
JR: No idea, but I’m amazed Jenny can even hold it! …Video game logic?
JC: Video game logic.
Myst continues to clobber GG inside the ring with the hammer as the duo of Betsy and SEB stare daggers at her! They slowly get on the apron, forcing Myst to take notice. She holds onto her hammer tight, leery at taking a two-on-one…
But Gator slides right into the ring for the assist! He stands right beside Jenny, while also unfurling a pouch he’s got in his hands! He pours it out…
AND THE FANS POP FOR THUMBTACKS!
JC: Folks… if you’re squeamish, I’d like to recommend you take a few minutes to turn the show off, because it’s not going to be pretty for whoever lands in those.
JR: I think I felt myself shiver a bit when Gator pulled those out…
SEB AND BETSY ROLL INTO THE RING!
BETSY STARTS TRADING SHOTS WITH GATOR IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
SEB DUCKS A HAMMER SHOT FROM MYST AS HE RUNS THE ROPES!
SUPERKICK TO MYST!
IT STAGGERS HER AND FORCES HER TO DROP THE HAMMER, BUT IT DOES NOT MAKE HER FALL!
SEB ANGLES HIMSELF TO KEEP HIMSELF AWAY FROM THE TACKS AS HE LIFTS JENNY UP! LOOKING FOR A DRAGON SUPLEX TO LAUNCH HER INTO THE TACKS!
BUT AS SHE’S IN THE AIR, GATOR MANAGES TO GRAB ONTO HER AND PULL HER AWAY INTO SAFETY!
The fans boo as their moment was denied from them! Betsy thumps Gator in the back of the head to stagger him, but Jenny reaches over and thumbs her right in the eye!
SEB comes over to the rescue! Question Mark kick incoming!
CAUGHT BY GATOR!
SEB kicks him off!
Gator staggers back but rushes right back in!
SEB boots Gator right in the gut! DDT opportunity- NO! Gator twists right out!
Now it’s Gator booting SEB in the gut! Goes behind! Another backdrop driver-!
SEB backflips out! The fans are waiting with baited breath to see who falls into the tacks!
Jenny Irish Whips Betsy into a corner! Gator turns and desperately pushes SEB right into the same corner, forcing the two to hit each other and be sandwiched!
Gator quickly seizes his opportunity as he rushes in with a VERY APE ELBOW STRIKE! RIGHT TO SEBASTIAN’S DOME!
AND SEB TAKES A TUMBLE INTO THE THUMBTACKS!
JC: AH! It’s hard to watch! You can see the blood leaking from the tacks already as SEB writhes!
JR: Feels like every single team tonight is trying their best to bring it, but at what cost?
Gator slinks back, satisfied…
BUT HE CAN’T REMAIN THAT WAY FOR LONG!
BECAUSE SCOOPS MCGEE COMES IN FROM THE OUTSIDE TO POSITION HIMSELF ON THE TOP ROPE!
JENNY POINTS TOWARDS GATOR TO LET HIM KNOW!
BUT HE’S TOO LATE TO TURN!
SCOOPS HITS A PRAIRIE DOG TO SEND GATOR THROUGH MOST OF THE OTHER THUMBTACKS!
JC: THE UNIVERSAL CHAMP JUST PICKED HIS SPOT!
JR: He evened the odds in a heartbeat!
Jenny is right on top of Scoops now, but he’s right there to meet her! The two briefly exchange strikes for a minute as Scoops grabs her right by the wrist! The fans buzz as it looks like a Cattle Prod is coming!
Jenny ducks! Runs the ropes!
Leaps for another Lou Thesz Press!
But Scoops catches her mid-air and hits her with an inverted Atomic Drop! Jenny winces as Scoops grabs her up, before dropping her down with a Scoop Slam right on top of Gator! Both teammates wince at the impact!
Scoops can’t follow up though, because Betsy is locking eyes with him!
JC: I don’t think either Scoops nor Betsy forgot how their Universal title match went down last Warfare…
JR: Betsy looks like she’s ready for seconds right about now!
Betsy shoots herself forward into a lariat that takes both her and Scoops right out of the ring! The two continue to brawl on the outside as SEB begins to stir and come back to his feet inside of the ring!
SEB yanked Jenny Myst up by the wrist, the arena buzzing as he pointed toward the heavens. Jenny stumbled on spaghetti legs, dazed and glassy-eyed after the last exchange, but SEB gave her no room to recover. He marched her toward the corner and climbed with her in tow.
For one second, everything stood still.
Then SEB launched backward.
INTO A MARKHAM MISSILE RIGHT ON THE REMAINS OF THE THUMBTACKS!
The Spider Suplex detonated with sickening force as Jenny folded through the air and SPIKED into the canvas, the ring shaking beneath them both. The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and horrified gasps while Jenny rolled instinctively away from the impact, her body operating on pure instinct. She tumbled across the mat and somehow staggered back to her feet, wobbling like a newborn deer, eyes unfocused and arms dangling at her sides.
Sebastian was already moving towards her!
The former champion exploded off the ropes, springing high into the air with terrifying grace before flipping through the sky. The moonsault diving headbutt crashed directly into Jenny’s chest and jaw with pinpoint brutality!
JR: HOLY SHIT! HE CAUGHT HER CLEAN!
JC: Talk about a crash landing! I’m not sure if Jenny Myst is getting up from that!
SEB remained sprawled across Jenny for a moment after impact, breathing heavily, his expression completely emotionless while the crowd came unglued around him.
Sebastian covered her for the pin!
1!
2!!
GATOR BREAKS IT UP!
He stomps Sebastian in the back of the head! Then, he lifts him up by the scruff of his neck:
Before irish-whipping him straight over the top rope!
Sebastian’s body bounces off the ringside apron-
Before falling hard to the outside!
Gator looks down at Jenny: but he doesn’t help her up. Instead, he hits the ropes opposite the ones he threw Sebastian over-
Bounces off them-
Then sprints across the ring-
SUICIDE DIVE OVER THE TOP ROPE!
RIGHT ATOP SEBASTIAN!
Both men hit the floor, collapsing on impact!
JR: Well that’s one way to handle an Emperor!
JC: Gator’s an XWF legend for a reason, Joe! He can hang with the best of them, and he’s showing us again tonight!
SEB and Gator are throwing BOMBS on the outside now!
Right hands from Gator! European uppercuts from SEB! Gator ROCKS him with a headbutt and grabs him by the throat, dragging Sebastian toward the announce desk!
JC: Oh no, don’t do this! They had better not be coming this way!
JR: We’re getting front row seats for the action!
Gator starts clearing monitors off the table with both hands, snarling at the crowd while Sebastian tries to fight free. The fans are buzzing because everybody knows Gator is looking for something ugly here.
Gator hooks SEB up-
Gator lifts him high-
BUT SEB DROPS DOWN BEHIND HIM!
Sharp elbow to the jaw!
Another!
SEB grabs the waist!
Gator throws wild back elbows trying to break free but Sebastian hangs on with a vicegrip!
SEB digs deep and DEADLIFTS Gator off the ground!
WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!
The entire desk EXPLODES into splinters and broken monitors as both men crash through it in a heap! Joe and Jacquinde’s papers fly everywhere!
JC: MY GOD! HE JUST BROKE GATOR IN HALF RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!
JR: That jackass just spilled my coffee!
JC: You’re the one who called these front-row seats, Joe!
SEB rolls out of the wreckage clutching his neck and ribs while Gator lays buried in the shattered remains of the table, barely moving!
The camera switches to show the ringside area leading to the entrance ramp, where Betsy Granger has Scoops McGee rocked on the outside—she’s been all over him, fists snapping his head back, opening him up and leaving him busted wide. Scoops is bleeding now, stumbling backward against the barricade as Betsy keeps pressing, not giving him a second to breathe.
JR: Betsy Granger is getting revenge for that championship match!
JC: And then some! She’s not letting Scoops get away from her this time!
Betsy charges in again—
INTO A BIG right hand from Scoops!
Out of nowhere!
Betsy wobbles!
Scoops shakes the cobwebs, blood dripping from his face now, and his expression flips from survival mode to pure violence. Betsy swings again—
Scoops catches her!
He hoists her up in one clean motion! And he begins to run across the ringside area-!
DYNAMITE BOMB ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! THE POWERBOMB COMPLETELY DEMOLISHES THE GUARDRAIL!
JC: JESUS! SCOOPS JUST CRACKED BETSY IN HALF!
JR: …pause.
JC: Knock it off, Joe! This is serious! He might have just broken her spine!
Betsy is SPIKED hard off the ground and bounces limp on impact, completely knocked out cold as Scoops falls back against the barricade, breathing heavy, blood still running down his face.
The crowd erupts as ringside officials immediately rush toward Betsy while Scoops just stands there staring down at her, chest heaving, barely steady after surviving her earlier assault.
SEB sees it immediately.
Betsy crumpled on the floor outside. Scoops McGee standing over her, blood still on his face, the aftermath of the Dynamite Bomb sinking in.
Something inside Sebastian snaps.
JC: Scoops might’ve gone too far here! He’s completely enraged Sebastian!
JR: Cracking someone else’s girlfriend in half tends to have that effect!
He sprints full speed down and SLAMS into Scoops before Scoops even has time to fully turn around!
RIGHTS AND LEFTS! SEB is unloading on him against the barricade, driving him back into the edge of the crowd! Fans in the front row are jumping up, screaming, loving every second of the chaos erupting right in front of them!
Scoops shoves off the barricade, trying to create space, shaking the cobwebs—
He swings wide!
CADDLE PROD!
Short-arm forearm coming in to blast SEB—
NO! SEB slips it at the last second!
Scoops spins through the miss—
AND DRILLS HIS OWN ARM FULL FORCE INTO THE RING POST!
JR: OH MY GOD! The champion just cattle-prodded himself into the ring post!
Scoops yells out in pain, clutching his arm as SEB immediately snatches him from behind!
Nightfall!
Sleeper Hold cinched in tight!
JR: There’s no getting out of that hold! Sebastian has Scoops right where he wants him now, and there’s nothing the champion can do about it!
JC: I hate to even ask this, Joe: but could this be a preview of what’s going to happen at Leap of Faith?! Scoops doesn’t have a choice! He might just have to tap!
SEB drops his weight and DRAGS Scoops down to the floor, grapevining the body and squeezing with everything he’s got!
Scoops fights for a second, reaching out, legs kicking, trying to find anything to grab onto—but it’s fading fast.
The crowd is on their feet as Scoops’ resistance slows… stops completely… and then…..
GAME GIRL FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING, MAKING THE SAVE OUT OF NOWHERE!
Sebastian is forced to release the hold as Game Girl’s entire frame drops upon him and Scoops!
JC: Game Girl went aerial to save that boah!
JR: She came flying in out of NOWHERE! That’s some video game shit!
JC: But remember, she won’t be there at Leap of Faith to help Scoops!
Game Girl, Scoops, and Sebastian transform into a pile of wreckage outside the ring! With blood, mangled limbs, and electric glitching!
But back inside the ring-
Corey Black and Isaiah King both managed to make their way back inside the ropes! Corey manages to catch Isaiah with a huge SUPERKICK!
Isaiah staggers!
Corey doesn’t waste a second—he’s up top FAST!
FROG SPLASH!
CRASHES down!
Corey hooks Isaiah’s leg!
JC: While everyone else is being turned to minced meat outside the ring, Corey Black is taking advantage of this opportunity to try and end it!
JR: That’s why he’s the King of the Wrestlers! And Isaiah’s finding out firsthand that a prince can’t overcome a King!
1!
2!!
3- NO!!!
ISAIAH KICKS OUT!
JC: Think again, Joe! Isaiah still has life!
JR: But for how much longer can he survive in there?!
The crowd explodes as Corey sits up in disbelief, shaking his head, trying to stay on him.
Isaiah rolls to his knees, fighting through it now—slow at first, then building momentum! He starts firing back with shots to the body, then a big right hand! Corey stumbles! Isaiah comes alive with a burst, rocking Corey back into the ropes!
Isaiah charges—
NO!
COREY BLACK CUTS HIM IN HALF WITH A RUNNING LARIAT!
Isaiah gets FLIPPED INSIDE OUT on impact!
The crowd gasps as Isaiah lands hard and Corey immediately dives on him for the cover!
1!
2!!
SEB breaks it up!
JR: How the hell did Sebastian get there in time?! Game Girl and Scoops are still comatose at ring side!
JC: Sebastian might just be a super-human, Joe! There’s a reason he had one of the longest championship reigns of all time!
Sebastian Everett-Bryce somehow storms into the ring and DRAGS Corey off with raw force, smashing forearms into his back and knocking him away from the pin! The crowd erupts as SEB stands over both men, eyes locked in, refusing to let the match end right there.
SEB then snatches Corey Black from behind and LAUNCHES him with The Conquest! German Suplex folds Corey in half and Sebastian rolls right through without wasting a second!
The crowd roars as SEB drags Corey up again and HURLS him backward with a RELEASE Turnbuckle German Suplex! Corey crashes high into the buckles and collapses into a seated position in the corner!
SEB sprints forward!
STANDING MOONSAULT KICK INTO THE CORNER!
Corey’s head snaps back off the impact and the fans are losing their minds because they know what’s coming next!
JC: Watch out for the Empire Kick here, Joe! It’s what Seb’s looking for!
JR: Corey’s going to feel this in the morning!
SEB backs into the opposite corner, measuring him like a sniper. Corey barely stumbles out of the turnbuckles before—
BANG!
EMPIRE KICK RIGHT TO THE FACE!
Corey gets TURNED INSIDE OUT!
SEB hooks the leg!
1!
2!!
3—NO!!!
CHARLIE NICKLES DIVES INTO THE FRAME AND BREAKS IT UP!
The crowd explodes as Nickles tackles Sebastian, saving the match at the absolute last possible second!
JC: Charlie Nickles makes the save! He’s not ready for this match to end!
JR: Of course he’s not! He has the most to lose out of anyone here tonight! Because if he loses this match, he loses a spot in the main event at Leap of Faith!
Charlie is on Sebastian like a rabid dog, biting and scratching him as he breaks up the pin! Charlie tries to grab Sebastian by the head and bite his nose off: but Sebastian thinks fast! He fires off a swift forearm to Charlie’s nose, bloodying it!
The Nickleman stumbles off Sebastian, backing up as he brings a hand up to his dislocated nose. Charlie sneers as Sebastian scrambles to his feet.
JC: The sight of his own blood is amping Charlie up! He’s staring at Sebastian with murderous intent!
JR: Charlie thinks Sebastian is the one who put his sister in the hospital: and now, it looks like Charlie’s trying to get EVEN MORE revenge! As if March Madness wasn’t enough!
Then, Charlie charges forward!
Charlie Nickles aims a wild clothesline at Sebastian: but Sebastian ducks beneath it-
Before somehow finding a way to lock in the Nightfall on Charlie Nickles!
JC: THIS IS IT! HE JUST CAUGHT CHARLIE NICKLES IN THE NIGHTFALL!
JR: THERE’S NOWHERE FOR CHARLIE TO GO! NO ONE LEFT TO HELP HIM! HE HAS TO TAP!
As Charlie starts to fade, Isaiah staggers to his feet before bouncing off the ropes and catching the bewildered Sebastian and his prey in a guillotine choke, driving them both down, but only striking Charlie’s head into the mat! Sebastian bounces back, lands on the ropes and stares in shock as Isaiah rolls Charlie up for a pin!
JC: BEDTIME SURPRISE! The Exiles are on top of their game tonight!
JR: There’s no getting up after that!
1!
BUT SCOOPS SLIDES INTO THE RING WITH A STEEL CHAIR! HE’S HEADING RIGHT FOR ISAIAH!
2!!
SCOOPS RAISES THE CHAIR-
EMPIRE KICK! SEBASTIAN STOPS SCOOPS! THE STEELCHAIR SLAMS INTO HIS FACE!
3!!!
Winners: THE EXILES!
JC: Talk about a main event that was as dangerous as it was exciting! The Exiles got a HUGE win together on the road to Leap of Faith!
JR: They’re standing tall over both the House of Hardcore and BoB! From where I’m standing, Jack, that might be a prelude of what’s to come in two weeks’ time!
Betsy limps her way to the ring, locking eyes with Sebastian as the two embrace in the center of the ring! Isaiah grins as they both raise his hands, and the three partners celebrate together as Warfare draws to a close!
THANKS TO OUR MATCH WRITERS
Peter Principle
Isaiah King
Bobby Bourbon
Liam Desmond
'Big' Dick Lichter
'Bashmaster' Barry Masterson
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