Saturday Night Crackdown (9/14/13)

The fans are practically spilling out from behind the barricade. They had been showing up hours before the show even began and had been filling seats ever since. This time there was not even one seat empty and it was only their second show. They as well as a lot of television companies who they had discussed contracts were surprised by the results of the first show. They knew it would be a success, but it was definitely something special when Mackison and Masterson received their first week’s ratings. A countdown appeared on the jumbotron starting at 10 seconds and the fans began chanting the numbers with it. 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Then, the entire arena  got silent for a couple seconds and then…

The entrance to the song came on and then everyone shot to their feet and practically blew the roof off with cheers, then the guitar part hit and the fireworks/pyro started to go off. A shower of sparks from the ground and the bottom of the jumbotron as fireworks went off on the far right and left sides. Then the fireworks went off in machine gun manner going from the stage, down the ramp to the just before the ring, then back up toward the stage. Then, as they reached the stage two big fireworks went off and then the music was heard playing behind the roar of fans.

Frank Roberts: “Hello and welcome to Real Wrestling Federation Saturday Night Crackdown! I’m Frank Roberts”

Steve Richardson: “And I’m Steve Richardson and we’ve got a great show for y’all tonight!”

Frank Roberts: “You aren’t kidding, Steve! First we have two youngsters looking to make a name for themselves.”

Steve Reichardson: “Then, we have RWF’s first Tag TeamMatch, featuring 2 newcomers, both formally employed by UWE and the most intimidating duo in the RWF, The Feared; featuring Slash and Scream.”

Frank Roberts: “Let’s not forget about another debut, Dante Pritchard is going to match-up against Max Cranson who is looking to get revenge on whoever he can for his cheap loss at the hands of William Frost!”

Steve Richardson: “Speaking of Frost, we’ll get to see him square off against The RWF’s giant, Sobek in the second round of the RWF World Heavyweight Championship Tournament second round matches this evening. That also includes a triple threat match as the main event featuring rookie wrestler, Bryan Anderson after a Cinderella story win last week against Scream, and two men who have had much success in the past, Xavier Serikaz and Alexander the Great!”

Frank Roberts: “Now let’s not delay any longer and get to the show!”

A New Day by Adelitas Way begins to play through the P.A. System and the lights above the ramp and ring all turn golden/yellow colored. After the opening guitar part, Alfred Starr steps out from behind the curtain with his arms straight out to the sides from his body, his palms facing up (Randy Orton style) and a smile on his face as he steps out onto the stage, right as the singing begins in the music.

Ring Announcer: “This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 245 lbs, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, Alfred

Staaaarr!”

The fans give a great reaction to him, cheering loudly at the sight of this prospect and 'Future' of the RWF as he calls himself. He

slowly makes his way down the ramp slapping a couple high fives then throwing his arms up again the same way as on the stage as he crosses over to the area in front of the ring. The lights all remaining the yellow/gold colors as he does so. He then makes his way up the steel steps and through the middle and top rope, getting into the ring. Alfred then stands at center ring as all the
lights go off but a single spotlight that shines down on him as he raises his arms once more, then a fountain of sparks shoot up behind him from the apron and down from the lighting posts above the ring. He then heads over to the far turnbuckle and climbs up on it doing the same taunt again as his music fades.

The music begins playing and almost immediately Matt Sydal comes running out from behind the curtain with a smile on his face.

Ring Announcer: “And his opponent, weighing in at 165 pounds! From St. Louis, Missouri! Maaaatt Syyydaaaaal!”

He stops at the edge of the stage and throws his right arm up, his hand showing a peace sign (index and middle fingers up and the rest of his hand closed in a fist) as the fans cheer him on, knowing exactly who this amazing athlete is. He them, throw his left arm up in a peace sign, looking at the fans to his left, then switches back again bringing his arm down and throwing the right arm up again with the peace sign, looking at the fans to his right. He then begins his descent down the ramp moving to the left and slapping high fives to the fans, then moving over to the right as he moves further down the ramp and slaps a few more. He then sets his attention on the ring and charges for it running and sliding in under the bottom rope. He immediately shoots up to his feet and pulls his right arm back like he’s gonna throw a punch, then throws his arm into the air with the peace on it, and brings his
left up to meet it, also showing a peace sign. He then moves over into the corner opposite of Alfred and begins hopping and bouncing around to warm himself up for the match.

The two begin to circle ring, keeping one another in front of each other and the ref has the bell rung. The two superstars make one final circle around the ring before moving into the center to lock up. Thinking quickly, Matt realizes he won’t overpower Starr so he quickly ducks under the grappling arms of Starr and slips in behind him. He quickly pulls Starr back German Suplex style and holds him for a pin. 1…t- but Starr quickly gets out of it, shooting up to his feet, but isn’t quick enough. Sydal locks in a side
headlock and squeezes pressure. Starr uses his strength advantage and begins to push Sydal towards the ropes, perhaps to irish whip him off, but Sydal instead uses the momentum to hit a hip toss on Starr. Sydal then squeezes harder on the side headlock, but Starr would not be bested so easily. Alfred begins to force both men to their feet, and once he does he is able to bounce Sydal off the ropes and irish whip him. Sydal attempts to hold on and possibly hit a bulldog but Starr, holds the ropes causing him to slip off and land on his posterior.

Steve Richardson: “Looks like Sydal’s speed is gonna keep him right up there with Starr.”

Frank Roberts: “He may not have the largest frame, but his smarts and speed are a deadly duo.”

Starr charges in on a sitting Sydal and catches him with asoccerball kick to the back. Sydal lets out a groan in pain then jumps up to  his feet and faces Starr. They both do a semi circle around the ring then, they both go in for the lock up. Sydal once again slides In behind Starr, but this time Alfred is read. Sydal goes for the German Suplex bridge again, but Starr grabs the ropes causing Matt to fall onto his bum. Sydal is ready though and back rolls with the momentum as Starr turns around. Sydal charges and leaps up going for a frankensteiner, but Starr side steps it and tosses him aside. Starr then closes in and as Sydal gets back to his feet Starr hits an Arm Drag. However, instead of going down on his back, Sydal lands with his feet and bridges, holding onto Starr’s arm. But, not for long as Starr uses this to pull Sydal in toward him, then clotheslines him down.

Steve Richardson: “Starr now showing what he’s made of, not allowing Sydal’s speed to overwhelm him.”

Frank Roberts: “I think we’re in for a top tier match here tonight, Steve.”

Steve Richardson: “I couldn’t agree more, Frank.”

Sydal hits the mat hard, and Starr wastes no time, falling and hitting an elbow drop on the chest of Sydal. Matt then rolls once and goes to get up, gets to his knees and is elbow dropped again, right on the lower back, driving him back down into the mat. Sydal responds by quickly rolling a couple times until he falls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and onto his feet. He looks up Starr who doesn’t get cocky at all but remains in a readied stance. Sydal then goes to roll in under the bottom rope, but
immediately gets a baseball slide kick from Starr that sends him right back out. He gets to his feet quickly, his left arm holding his side where the boots connected and he stares at Alfred Starr in the ring.

Steve Richardson: “It appears that Sydal has found himself in quite the situation, Frank.”

Frank Roberts: “It’ll be interesting to see what he tries to do from here.”

Sydal makes his way over to the steel steps and takes the first couple of steps. As he reaches the top one however, Starr charges in and goes for an elbow strike, but Matt ducks quickly so that Starr instead collides chest first with the turnbuckle. Alfred stumbles back a few steps and that’s all Sydal needs, he quickly jumps up landing on the top rope, then leaps off
landing a double knee drop on Starr, catching him with both knees, then as Starr falls back, Sydal keeps the knees in position, landing both knees on the head of Starr. Alfred reels in pain holding his head and Sydal covers. 1…2- but barely gets a two count before Starr kicks out.

Frank Roberts: “Looks like Sydal did it the only way he could, by force!”

Steve Richardson: “You said it, Frank.”

Sydal now raises Starr to a seated position and delivers a hard kick to his back that causes him to cry out and arch his back as he lies down. Matt then, lifts him to a seat position again and goes for another kick, but Starr quickly rolls away, Sydal’s boot barely grazing Starr’s side as he rolls by. Starr is barely able to get to one knee and Sydal charges for him hooking for a DDT then falling back, only there is no collision. Starr manages to hold Sydal above the mat, then hoists him up into the air, using the
momentum of shooting up to his feet to toss Sydal up and off of him. Starr then brings Sydal down, gut first over his knee, then falls back down to a seated position as Sydal writhes in pain, rolling around holding his gut.

Steve Richardson: “Oh my! What impact!”

Frank Roberts: “He’ll be feeling that one in the morning, eh Steve?”

Steve Richardson: “I think he’s feeling it right now, Frank.”

Starr then mounts Sydal and begins throwing right fist after right fist, the crowd counting as he does it. 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10. Starr then gets up off Sydal, bringing him up to his feet as he gets to his. He proceeds to irish whip Sydal, who then rebounds off the ropes and comes charging back. Starr goes for a clothesline, but Sydal ducks it then jumps, springboarding off the ropes then soaring through the air moonsault style, but Starr just steps back and then hits a standing dropkick that completely halts Sydal’s backflip momentum and causes him to land on his back.

Steve Richardson: “Starr telegraphed that one perfectly!”

Frank Roberts: “We’ve heard about this guy, Steve. The worst thing you can do is let him settle in and gain the momentum.”

Starr then forces Sydal to his feet, barely letting him get completely up before hitting a European Uppercut that knocks Sydal right back down. Alfred then lifts him up again and irish whips him across the ring to the turnbuckle. Sydal lands against it back first, then Starr charges. Matt throws both of his boots up, right into the face of Starr, causing him to stumble back holding his mouth. Sydal then, turns and hops up to the top rope and quickly turns around. Alfred then begins to turn and Sydal leaps going for a missile dropkick and connecting with the chest of Alfred Starr, sending him sprawling across the ring mat. Sydal is a little slower to get to his feet this time, but does so and heads over to Starr who is still on the mat holding his chest.

Steve Richardson: “He’s got a lot of heart and ambition to win, I’ll give him that!”

Frank Roberts: “Both of these youngsters do, Steve. They’ve got something to prove to the wrestling world!”

Sydal takes time to regain some stamina as Starr gets up to his hands and knees. Matt then charges for him possible going for a running knee, but Starr rolls to the side, landing in a seated position. Sydal then rebounds off the ropes just a couple feet away and off the rebound hits a devastating kick to Starr’s back. Alfred yells out in pain, the force sending him up into a standing position holding his back. Sydal then rushed forward, catching Starr from behind and hooking him Reverse DDT-style then driving him down into the mat finishing the move. He then covers Starr yet again. 1…2…t- but Starr manages to throw a shoulder into the air.

Steve Richardson: “Sydal now gaining the momentum, we may be seeing a finish soon in this high octane match up.”

Sydal wastes no time and runs toward the nearest ropes, leaping and springboarding off of them then doing a corkscrew moonsault toward Starr’s downed body. Alfred manages to roll to the side ending up in a sitting position, and Sydal thinks quick enough to land on his feet. Starr realizes what’s coming next and turns with his hands up, right as Sydal comes in for the soccerball kick on his bruised back. Starr catches the foot and shoots to his feet, using the momentum to toss Sydal up and over him for a back body drop over the top rope, but Sydal manages to slide over him and onto the apron. Starr turns around and Sydal hits him with an elbow shot. Starr stumbles back and Sydal leaps up possibly going for a springboard attack but Starr recovers quicker than expected and charges forward catching Sydal as he goes up, DDT style. Starr then holds him there, rope-hung from the top rope and then pats Sydal’s back twice with his free hand before firmly planting Sydal down to the mat, head first.

Steve Richardson: “My God! What thunderous impact! This one might be over!”

Frank Roberts: “I don’t know many that could kick out of that one, Steve.”

Alfred rolls him over and covers 1…2…th- but Sydal manages to throw his shoulder up, keeping his arm raised to show he still has heart left. The fans are going crazy at the match these two youngsters are putting on. Starr then gets to his feet, sizing up Sydal for a possible Starstruck coming up. Matt slowly starts to come to and shake the fogginess from his mind. He gets to a hands and knees position and then notices Starr and quickly slides out under the bottom rope, falling down to his knees on the outside, as he still hasn’t full regained his equilibrium. Starr however, chases him to the outside and before Sydal can get his hands up, Starr gives him a hard kick to the side that sends Sydal rolling across the floor, yelling out.

Frank Roberts: “Oh, ow! That one hurt me, Steve.”

Starr then lifts Sydal to his feet and charges him forward, attempting to ram him back first into the ring apron, but Sydal somehow summons his strength and leaps up so that he lands on the apron and Starr hits his head off the apron. But, it doesn’t  knock
Starr off enough as he puts both hands together and swings from the side at Sydal’s legs, sweeping them out from under him and causing him to fall forward. Starr then catches him in an awkward position. Sydal’s head is resting chin first on Starr’s left shoulder and his feet are hung up on the apron. Starr shuffles around a few seconds figuring out what to do then smirks as he wraps his left arm over the top of Sydal’s head, then falls down to a sitting position, hitting an apron-hung jawbreaker. Sydal falls to the floor squirming and holding his chin.

Steve Richardson: “What an unorthodox move! This guy has skills for sure!”

Frank Roberts: “We might be seeing a win right here, Steve!”

Starr then lifts Sydal up and rolls him into the ring, rolling in slowly after him. He then pulls Sydal’s legs up as he lays across Matt’s chest. 1…2…thr- but somehow Sydal is able to throw his shoulder up into the air. The fans let out a loud “OOOOOH!” as he manages to get out of it and then the cheers are even louder than before. Starr can’t believe it so he thinks of how he’s going to put Sydal away and then nods as he turns toward the nearest turnbuckle and heads to it. He climbs up to the top of it slowly, then
turns around, only before he can get completely turned around, Sydal had gotten to his feet and charged. Matt leapt up and hit a running enzuigiri to an unsuspecting Starr. Alfred’s body stood there squatting on the top rope for a second, as his eyes glazed over and then he fell straight back, off the top rope and down to the floor below, his head colliding with the steel steps on the way
down and his body laying limp on the ground after. Sydal’s eyes go wide, not intending for this to happen.

Steve Richardson: “Get the EMTs! Someone call the EMTs that boy is hurt!”

Frank Roberts: “Oh my God! That did not look like a good fall, Steve.”

Steve Richardson: “Let’s just hope the poor boy is okay!”

EMTs and refs storm the ring area and surround Alfred Starr’s downed body. Sydal rolling out of the ring to go check on him as well. As they roll Starr over the camera catches a deep gash going from maybe an inch to the right of his right eye all the way back almost to his right ear and blood is pouring out of it.

EMT: “Can you get that thing out of here, this is serious!”

The EMT shouts at the cameraman as they proceed to check up on Starr and the cameraman backs up as the ring announcer steps up.

Ring Announcer: “Alfred Starr is unable to continue, therefore Matt Sydal is your winner!”

Steve Richardson: “That did not look good at all, Frank. I hope he’s okay!”

Frank Roberts: “We all do, Steve. We all do.”

However, there is no celebration. EMTs are now lifting a gauze covered Alfred Starr up onto a stretcher and strapping him in, Sydal watches with a worried look on his face as the camera fades and goes to commercial break.

~Commercial Break~

Steve Richardson: “I think I speak for everyone when I say, Hope you’re okay Starr!”

Frank Roberts: “Yeah, great outing by both men, but you hate to see something like that. We have loved and hated superstars, but everyone hates to see someone go down.”

Steve Richardson: “Now, onto tonight’s most anticipated match as voted by the RWF Universe, The Feared vs UWE Alums, Braxton Carver and Asylum.”

Frank Roberts: “Let’s just hope for no more freak accidents.”

You Only Live Once by Suicide Silence begins to play and the fans jump to their feet knowing what was coming next. The crowd is in uproar and then both Scream and Slash walk out from behind the curtain stopping at the top of the stage, Scream adjusting his right glove with his left hand and Slash moving his arms around, warming them up and the fans practically blow the roof off. 

Ring Announcer: “This Tag Team match-up is schedule for one fall, weighing in at a total of 428 pounds, Theeee Feared!”

Scream then leads the way as they head down the ramp, Scream now adjusting his left glove with his right hand. They then both stop at mid ramp and Slash drops to one knee, stretching his arm out straight down and placing his fist on the ramp, and Slash stands directly behind him, bending his head down and bringing his right hand up to his forehead. Then, their movements almost in unison, Scream slowly bends his arm at the elbow flexing as he does so and Slash pulls his sleek silver hair back over his head. They both finish their taunts at the same time, the fans still going crazy then they both continue down the ramp. Scream walks around to the steel steps and Slash walks forward rolling in under the bottom rope. Scream then walks out to the middle of the apron on the left side of the ring, as Slash runs across to the far side of the ring and rebounds off then, hooking his arms on the ropes and stopping himself. Slash then walks forward into the center of the ring as Scream comes in between the middle and top ropes and ends up right behind Slash. Slash then raises both his hands, together, high above his head as Scream bends down, putting both fists on the ground. Scream then slowly starts to bend back to a standing position raising his arms as he does so, and at the same time almost in unison, Slash brings his fists down with all his might to the mat, colliding with it right as Scream's arms reach their full height. The bright blue flames burst up as the fists hit the mat as normal, but now they are laced with a greenish color. They both then back up to the turnbuckles on the far side of the ring as the thin layer of smoke fills the ring and their music dies down.

When Asylum is ready to enter the arena grows dark and strobe lights begin to flash. A picture of Asylum appears on the jumbotron. A little girl's voice can be heard. She says: “Ring around the roses. My head is full of voices. Asylum! Asylum! You're all gonna die!”



As soon as her voice fades 'Monster' by Skillet begins to play and Asylum appears dressed in white tee, blue hospital pants, and his restraint mask. 

Ring Announcer: “And their first opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds! From Shady Acres Mental Hospital Cell D916! Asylum!”

He slowly walks down the ramp and ignores fans who are trying to get high fives or handshakes. He enters the ring through the second and top rope, circles, goes to the corner that has the best view of the top of the ramp for his opponent if he enters first or whichever he's instructed to if he's second, and then warms up by smacking himself in the head a couple of times.

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant begins to play and Braxton walks in with a cocky smile on his face and his arms straight out to his sides and he wobbles his head a little to the music. 

Ring Announcer: “And his tag team partner for this evening, weighing in at 220 pounds! From Louisville, Kentucky! The Sensation, Braxtonnnn Caaaarverrrr!”

Braxton then stops at the edge of the stage and moves his hands and arms in a way like he’s presenting himself. He starts at his pecs and slowly moves his hands down until they reach his waist looking around at the audience as he does so and yelling “Awwww yeah… You know you love it.” He continues down the ramp pointing at various women and winking, saying things like “hey, eyes up here” then uses the index and middle finger on his right hand to point to both his eyes then he points the two fingers at the women. He also points to himself occasionally, saying “I’m the sensation baby!” He then gets to the ring and slides in through the bottom rope. He then gets up and moves over to the turnbuckle closest to him and points to himself with both thumbs again yelling “Remember! The Sensation baby! Right here!” He then jumps down and walks over to Asylum and offers a high five, Asylum stands there not moving a muscle, glaring at Braxton from behind his restraint mask and then Braxton puts his hand down and moves over to get onto the apron. Asylum grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him back through, then gets on the apron himself. Slash and Scream then discuss something between themselves and Scream gets out onto the apron. 

Slash and Braxton Carver both circle around the ring eyeing one another and the bell is rung signaling the start of the match. The both stop in their respected corners and then move in to grapple in the middle. The hook up in the center of the ring, neither of them able to gain an advantage as they both work on pushing one another back. They stand there pushing for about a minute then Carver turns to his side and raises a knee into the gut of Slash, turning his head to smile at the camera as he does so and says “Oh, my… He’s in trouble” and hits a European Uppercut. Slash’s head snaps back from the momentum, but he quickly recovers and throws an elbow shot at Braxton. Carver feels his mouth with his right hand then looks down at it to make sure there’s not blood then lashes out with a clothesline. Slash ducks underneath it and quickly hits a neckbreaker as Braxton passes by. Both men get up to their feet, but Slash is a little quicker. Slash goes for a running calf kick, but Braxton barrel rolls forward, going right underneath the kick then as Slash tries to get back up, Carver runs him over with a clothesline yelling “Yeah! You like that?!” Slash then springs up to his feet and goes for a spinning leg lariat, but Braxton takes a step back just barely getting out of reach of the kick, then swings a huge boxing haymaker at Slash, who uses his momentum from the spin to launch himself, doing a corkscrew spin in the air and then landing in a squatting defensive stance. Braxton then goes for his picture perfect dropkick, and at the same time Slash goes for a low dropkick and they both miss one another and hit the mat. They quickly get to their feet and face each other and the fans bust out in a cheer at the fast paced exchange.

Steve Richardson: “Slash looking as impressive as always, and the newcomer matching his pace.”

Frank Roberts: “I really like the new guys attitude. He’s great and he knows it!”

Braxton puts a smirk on his face and looks at Slash “C’mon. Let’s see what you got small fry” he says trying to taunt Slash into attacking him. Slash stands there with a calm look on his face, then Carver puts his hand up and wiggles his fingers “Let’s do it, test of strength. Unless you’re scared.” Slash replies by hitting a high kick on Braxton’s hand to knock it away. Carver shakes his hand and gives Slash a dirty look, then balls up the fist on that same hand throws a heavy punch toward Slash. Slash just ducks down, avoiding the punch then grabs Braxton’s right leg with both his arms and lifts him straight up, then falls back flapjack style, causing Carver’s face to bounce off the turnbuckle. Slash then rolls forward to clear distance between himself and Braxton and turns around. Carver is using the ropes to get to his feet, and holding his chin/mouth with his free hand, still facing the turnbuckle. Slash then charges in and hits a running dropkick, causing Carver to go chest and head first off the cornerpost. He then falls to his back, still holding the same area and Slash covers. 1…2…- but Carver throws his shoulder up and rolls out under the bottom rope shaking his head.

Frank Roberts: “Looks like Braxton Carver needs a break.”

Steve Richardson: “The Sensation is quickly learning why Scream and Slash are called The Feared.”

Carver continues to shake his head now yelling “No! No, that’s not how it’s gonna work” as he walks around the outside of the ring, Slash keeping an eye on him. Carver then slides in under the ropes on his team’s side of the ring just long enough to slap Asylum’s hand, tagging him in then rolls back out. Asylum looks down at him with fire in his eyes and then turns back to Slash and climbs in through the middle and top rope. 

Steve Richardson: “Looks like Braxton decided it’s time for a break.”

Frank Roberts: “Now we get to see what the monster, Asylum has up his sleeve.”

Asylum wastes no time and marches toward Slash who stands his ground. He immediately throws a punch from the right, which Slash easily ducks under, but Asylum’s left hand lashes out quicker than expect and latches itself around Slash’s neck. Then, while holding Slash by the neck, pushes him back against the turnbuckle and begins throwing right hand punches into the gut of Slash. He hits 3 and then gets hit from the side, by a punch from Scream on the apron. Asylum let’s go of Slash and reaches out and grabs Scream by the throat. Scream looks down at Asylum’s arm and then back up at him, and Asylum throws a right punch hitting Scream in the mask. The thud of a fist hitting a steel door is heard, but Asylum doesn’t even flinch. He throws two more punches and then gets one back to his own head. 

Steve Richardson: “He’s hitting the mask, and not even flinching.”

Frank Roberts: “He truly is a monster. Does he not feel pain?!”

Asylum is then stopped when he is hit with a chopblock from behind, Slash throwing his shoulder into the back of Asylum’s knee. Asylum lands on his back and rolls over, then immediately gets to his feet and Slash slaps a tag on Scream, who leaps into the ring up and over the top rope. Scream and Slash each grab one of Asylum’s arms and irish whip him across the ring. He rebounds and comes running back and then lets out a roar as he goes for a double clothesline however both arms are caught, his left by Scream and his right by Slash, they then each hook him and hit a double arm drag, slamming him down on the mat. They then both stomp on his gut, causing him to sit up and then Scream spins and delivers a kick to the chest of Asylum at the same time as Slash spins and hits a kick to the back, crushing Asylum between their two kicks. 

Steve Richardson: “Oh wow, not even a monster can walk away from that without hurting.”

Frank Roberts: “Definitely seeing some of the fluent tag team chemistry we’ve heard about from these two.”

Slash then gets out onto the apron and Scream covers Asylum 1…t- but Asylum kicks out quickly. Scream then gets Asylum up to his feet and hits a left hand punch to the ribs of Asylum, then a right to the other side, then turns around and runs to the ropes, and rebounds. Coming off the rebound Scream leaps up possibly going for a diving clothesline, but Asylum turns and moves forward so that he is moving with Scream’s momentum and grabs him bulldog catching him under his arm and landing with him bulldog style. Scream starts to get to his feet but Asylum puts both hands together and clubs him over the back double axe handle style, from his knees. He repeats this over and over until Scream stops trying to get up and then Asylum forces Scream to his feet. He gives Scream a kick to the gut and then hooks him suplex style. Scream starts to struggle and kick at the legs and gut area of Asylum only to be shut down with a huge back elbow strike, Asylum releasing the hold to do so, the elbow hitting Scream dead in the chest. Asylum then kicks Scream in the gut again, this time wasting no time to raise him suplex style. Once he has Scream up he holds him upside down in the air.

Steve Richarson: “Asylum showing off some strength here with that Stalled Suplex.”

Frank Roberts: “He appears to have taken control of Scream, by force.”

After about 10 seconds of holding him in the air, Asylum then falls down suplex style and Scream arches hi s back in pain. Asylum then covers him 1…2- but barely gets the two count before Scream throws his shoulder up. Asylum then raises Scream to his feet and holds him DDT style, dragging him in this position over to his corner and out of nowhere, with a cocky smirk, Braxton tags himself in. He climbs in through the ropes and looks at Asylum “I got it from here, champ.” He then winks at Asylum who just stands there with a death glare, clearly frustrated.

Steve Richardson: “Correct me if I’m wrong, Frank, but it appears that Asylum is becoming very frustrated with that partner of his.”

Frank Roberts: “I couldn’t agree more, Steve. If I were him I would just let Asylum do his thing and get out of the way.”

Braxton then walks over to Asylum who is still holding Scream DDT style and gives a sharp kick to the ribs of the bent over Scream, who grunts in pain. Braxton then lifts the legs of Scream so that he is held completely in the air and Braxton signals for a tag team move, but with a furious glare, Asylum just drops Scream from the hold. With the motion of falling forward, Scream uses the momentum and flips Braxton with him. They both land on their backs, but the fresh Braxton Carver gets up, Scream barely up to his knees yet. Braxton then hits an elbow drop on Scream’s chest and shoots back to his feet. “That’s not all folks!” he yells as he drops down hitting another one. He then holds up his index finger on his left hand and looks out to the crowd “one more baby, watch this one!” he then leaps up into the air and lands the final elbow drop and covers Scream. 1..2.- but Scream again kicks out of the cover. Braxton looks at the ref, clearly frustrated but then turns his attention back to Scream. He then backs up starting to measure Scream to possibly put him away with The Sensation (RKO). He squats down low with a smile on his face taking in huffs of air more rapidly only to get smacked on the back of the head from behind.

Steve Richardson: “Slash coming in with a distraction to save his teammate.”

Braxton turns to Slash who stands there with a calm look on his face and points to him “You wanna hit me? You think you’re allowed to touch me” he then turns to the crowd, pointing his thumb at Slash “Psh… this guy…” he then turns and with the momentum unleashes a slap that nearly knocks Slash off the ropes. Slash slowly turns his head back toward Braxton. “Yeah, did ya like that one? Scary boy.” Slash then nods his head and this just seems to make Carver angrier as he reels back for another slap, only to have his arm caught. He tries to pull it free but can’t and is then spun around and hit with a Reverse STO all in one fluid motion. He holds his head trying to roll away, but Scream quickly makes the tag and Slash leaps up, springboarding off the top rope and landing in a barrel roll on the other side of Braxton. 

Frank Roberts: “Uh-oh! Braxton Carver is in trouble now. And Asylum doesn’t seem to care too much.”

Steve Richardson: “Nope, I think Asylum is about fed up with Braxton.”

Braxton looks back and forth between Slash and Scream rapidly and then tries crawling for the ropes to get out, but they each grab one of his legs. They then both lift him up, each holding him by a leg, and set him on his feet. Scream then grabs him spinebuster style, picks him up, turns around and slams him in the center of the ring, planting him with authority and not even a second later, Slash was coming off the top rope with a flipping senton and landing with his leg across Braxton’s chest. Scream then rolls under the bottom rope and Slash covers 1…2..-but Carver kicks out at about two and a half. Asylum stands on the apron almost with a smile on his face from behind the restraint mask. 

Frank Roberts: “Is Asylum… Smiling?”

Steve Richardson: “I can’t exactly tell, Frank but he very well may be. He didn’t seem too happy with Braxton’s actions thus far.”

Slash lifts Braxton to his feet and irish whips him, on the rebound Carver attempts a running lariat but Slash ducks under it and Braxton goes running by. He rebounds again and this time is caught almost immediately with a back elbow to the chest/neck area, that sends Carver back down to the mat hard. Slash then tags in Scream and then awaits Carver to get completely to his feet, with fire burning in his eyes. As Carver gets up, Slash hoists him up onto his shoulders and then drops him down gutbuster style. Carver stands up from the blow holding his gut in pain and then Scream comes from behind and leaps up, putting both knees against Carver’s back and pulling back on his head possibly looking for a backstabber, but Carver manages to grab the ropes and Scream falls to his back. Carver then, as quick as he can charges over to Asylum and tags him in and drops out of the ring and lies down on the outside.

Steve Richardson: “I think Braxton did his homework and it saved him there.”

Frank Roberts: “That’s right, according to our notes The Feared were setting up for their finisher known as Mutilation. Luckily Braxton was able to escape it or this match would be over.”

Asylum gets into the ring shaking his and Scream moves in on him as Slash moves out onto the apron. Asylum starts to approach Scream who then stops and starts to back up, putting his hands up as if to say “please don’t”. Asylum smiles behind his mask, his eyes filled with bloodlust as he closes the distance between himself and Scream.

Frank Roberts: “Is Scream actually afraid of Asylum?”

Steve Richardson: “It looks like that may be the case, Frank.”

Right as Asylum backs Scream into his own corner, Scream sneaks his hand through the middle and top rope and makes the tag and then Asylum crushes him against the turnbuckle with a body splash. 

Steve Richardson: “It was a trick! And I don’t think Asylum noticed the tag!” 

Asylum then smacks Scream’s head back against the turnbuckle a couple times before tossing him forward so that he is laying, sprawled out in front of the turnbuckle. Asylum then gets up to the second rope only to get a high kick to the head from Slash on the apron. Asylum stands there a little dazed from it, but still standing, but not for long as Slash backs up and then charges in and hits an enzuigiri, hitting Asylum with his left leg so that Asylum just falls backward into the ring, missing Scream and falling to his back. Slash then quickly climbs to the top rope and Asylum makes his way to his feet. Slash then leaps, hooking his legs around Asylum’s head and going for a hurracarana, but Asylum has other plans. He squats down and uses the leverage and his arm strength to stop Slash dead in his tracks, then in one fluid motion pulls him back up so that he is in a powerbomb position then plants him firmly to the mat powerbomb style and drops down for the cover.

Steve Richardson: “A powerbomb! With authority!”

Frank Roberts: “Slash might not be kicking out of that one.”

1…2…th- but Slash manages to throw his arm up and stop the count, the crowd yelling “OOOOH!” at the close call. Asylum then gets to his feet with no argument and lifts Slash up as well, then wraps his arms around Slash’s waist and hoists him high into the air in a bear hug!

Frank Roberts: “That does not look comfortable at all!”

Steve Richardson: “Ya think, Frank? I think it looks like a hug from a teddy bear…” 

He squeezes harder and harder each time on the bearhug, Slash refuses to give up though. Slash then realizes they are close the rope and reaches out blindly and somehow manages to secure his hand around the top rope. The ref starts to count, but only gets to two as Asylum rushes forward and causes Slash’s hand to break loose and then begins squeezing in again.

Steve Richardson: “Oh no! He’s at center ring, nowhere to go!”

Frank Roberts: “And I don’t think he’ll be able to overpower Asylum! This doesn’t look good!”

Slash then hits a bell clap that seems to daze Asylum for a moment, but he quickly shakes the cobwebs out of his mind and goes back to squeezing, only to receive another bell clap and another and another and ends up letting go of the hold. Slash is finally dropped, but is forced to one knee as his back is in bad shape and Asylum knocks him to his back with a ferocious headbutt. He then smiles behind the mask as he awaits Slash to get to his feet his fists clinching and un-clinching as he feels the end near.

Frank Roberts: “Asylum looking for something big here. This might be it, Steve!”

Slash then stumbles to his feet and Asylum shoves him toward the ropes. Slash rebounds and Asylum leaps up looking to finish the Shock Treatment with a dropkick, but Slash somehow has the strength to hook his arms and hold the ropes stopping him from rebounding back to Asylum, who crashes down to the mat. Asylum quickly looks to get to his feet and try again, but as he gets to one knee, he is stuck with a deadly roundhouse kick from the side. His head wobbles as his body slowly tips to the side and then Asylum drops and the fans go crazy. Scream then gets back to his apron as Slash rolls Asylum onto his back and covers 1…2…th- but the monster would not go down as he completely sits up, throwing Slash forward and off of him. Both men then get to their feet but you can tell Asylum is really off as he throws a punch and completely misses to the right of Slash, who doesn’t even move. 

Steve Richardson: “That kick really knocked off Asylum’s equilibrium, he can’t even see straight right now!”

Slash then drops down to both knees and reels back with both arms, firing both palms forward and connecting with The Scrape (double palms to the gut). Asylum drops to his knees holding his gut and then Slash charges for the ropes and rebounds. He charges back and leaps up doing a scissors kick motion and then corkscrewing after his foot connects, adding extra momentum to it and sending Asylum face down into the mat, finishing The Gash (Corkscrew Axekick). 

Frank Roberts: “Wow what impact!”

Steve Richardson: “There’s no way he’s getting out of that one, Frank! No way!”

Slash then rolls Asylum over for the cover 1…2…thr- but somehow, someway Asylum manages to throw his arm up and break the count as the crowd lets out an even louder “OOOOOH!” 

Steve Richardson: “He kicked out! The monster will not go down! He kicked out!”

Slash’s eyes show a little bit of anger as he brings his right hand up to his forehead and the slicks his silver hair back over the top of his head and then turns to Scream. With the crowd going absolutely berserk he makes the tag and they close in on Asylum. Slash hoists the woozy Asylum up onto his shoulders and then tosses him off hitting the gutbuster. Asylum can barely stop himself from falling over and then backs up right into Scream who leaps up going for the backstabber, but somehow Asylum remains standing!

Steve Richardson: “Scream, looking for the backstabber and somehow Asylum is holding him in the air!”

Frank Roberts: “What strength! After going through all this he still has the power to hold Scream’s entire weight on just his head, neck and back!”

Asylum stumbles around, somehow holding Scream on his back, Scream in the backstabber position. Asylum manages to make it over to his side of the ring and reaches out for the tag, but receives nothing. He looks over to see that Braxton had jumped down and was shaking his head saying “I want no part of that. Sorry man! No way!” 

Frank Roberts: “Braxton left him there! He jumped off the apron and left him!”

Steve Richardson: “What a chicken! He left his partner there to get attacked!”

Asylum’s eyes then turn to pure fury, but soon after close as Scream finally pulls him over and completes the backstabber! Scream then holds Asylum on top of him, in the backstabber position and Slash runs to the nearest ropes to Scream and Asylum and springboards off of them, then lands knee first on the chest of Asylum, smashing him in between the two pairs of knees. 

Steve Richardson: “There it is folks! They call that Mutilation!”

Frank Roberts: “My God! No one could kick out of that one, Steve. No one.”

Scream then rolls Asylum’s body off of him and covers 1…2…3! 

Ring Announcer: “And the winners of the match by pinfall! Scream and Slash, Theee Feeeeaaared!” 

You Only Live Once by Suicide Silence plays as Scream and Slash roll out of the bottom rope at the same time and then walk down the ramp looking straight ahead the entire way. Then at the stage they turn around and both raise their arms getting a HUGE pop from the fans as they back away through the curtain. 

Steve Richardson: “A good outing by The Feared, but I still think it would’ve been different if Braxton didn’t leave his partner!”

The music then cuts and Braxton Carver is backing down the ramp with a mic as Asylum starts to get up in the ring.

Braxton Carver: “Now Asylum, I want you to know there’s no hard feelings for losing the match for us. I forgive you, so I’m sure you can find it in your corroded heart to figure The Sensa-“

He is cut off when the lights all go completely off leaving the entire ring area in pitch black. After a couple seconds the lights come on and Braxton begins looking around, the ring now empty. He then turns to the stage to see a very angry Asylum who’s shoulders are rising and falling with great intensity from the heavy breathing. Braxton puts his hands up as if he’s saying “please don’t” and then puts the mic up.

Braxton Carver: “Now c’mon big guy, we can talk about this.”

Asylum starts marching towards Braxton who starts to back away. 

Braxton Carver: “Asylum, man c’mon. It was just a fluke loss we c-“ 

He is cut off after throwing the mic at Asylum and turning around to run, but stumbles and that’s all the time Asylum needs. He grabs Carver by the back of the neck and bashes it off the barricade, then again then again, before tossing him out off the ramp and into the area in front of the ring. Braxton turns and starts crawling backwards trying to get away, but Asylum charges for him and Spears Carver, while he was in a seated position, completely flattening him to the floor. Asylum then gets to his feet and lets out a roar, his head looking straight up as he does it and his arms up as well. He then slowly lowers his head down to Braxton and grabs him, lifting him to his feet. Asylum then grabs him by the throat and pulls him close and says in an almost growling tone “Thanks for forgiving me” and then pushes him back by his throat causing Braxton to bounce off the ring apron back first, and then Asylum hits a dropkick on him, that sends him right back into the apron and then down to the ground, finishing the Shock Treatment (Throws opponent into the ropes and then dropkicks them in the). 

Steve Richardson: “My God! Asylum nearly destroying Braxton Carver!”

Frank Roberts: “Security needs to get down here and stop this!”

The camera then goes to commercial break as security begins to come out, and Asylum backs away up the ramp, laughing, his eyes never leaving Braxton Carver.

~Commercial Break~

Steve Richardson: “We’ve already received word that Braxton Carver sustained no injuries after the attack from Asylum, just a little banged up.”

Frank Roberts: “And as soon as we hear back on Alfred Starr we will let all of you know.”

The dark gothic style music begins to play through sound system, and the fans wait with anxiety to see who this could be the entrance for. Then a crazed looking man walks out, his hair ratty, a series of leatherbelts strapped around his head, and his eyes wide. 

Ring Announcer: “This match is set for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 283 pounds! Dante Priiiiiiiitchard!”

He gets a mixed reaction, although the fans aren’t sure what to think of the newcomer, they hadn’t even heard of his arrival to the RWF. He hobbles his way down the ramp, his head darting from left to right, as if the fans screams were startling him. He then reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, then power walks around the perimeter, his hand never leaving the top rope as he does so then he stops at the far turnbuckle and waits for his opponent. 

The lights go out and an eerie music box starts to play, slowly distorting till the guitars begin to play heavy and loud. As the song plays, the lyrics "I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home" The lights turn on to see Max Cranson in the middle of the ring holding his left fist up in the air, just above his head. 

Ring Announcer: “And his opponent, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Seattle, Washington! Maaax Craaaaaansooonnn!” 

He then turns and heads to a turnbuckle climbing up and raising the left fist in the air again, then pointing both thumbs at himself and shouting things to the fans before turning and jumping down in one fluid motion. He does a couple warm up bounces, eyeing Dante and then , the ref has the bell rung and the match is underway.

The two men move to center ring and lock up, neither of them able to gain ground. They both stand there for moments but neither of them able to push the other, and finally Max gets one step in, and then begins to take another but gets a thumb to the eye from Dante.

Steve Richardson: “Oh c’mon! This early! Ring the damn bell, ref!”

Frank Roberts: “What? It’s strategy, Steve. Relax!”

Dante wastes no time at all as he hits a Russian Leg Sweep right after the eye poke and covers. 1…- but the ref doesn’t even reach 2 before the kickout. Dante then transitions right into a headlock, kneeling right behind Max as he squeezes down on the head. You can see the blood filling Max’s face as the pressure is on and then he manages to get to a seated position. The fans all start clapping to get the momentum up and he then gets up to one knee and fires an elbow into the gut of Dante, but he doesn’t let go. Cranson then fires another, and another and then is hit with a hard right from Pritchard. He then runs back and rebounds off the ropes then comes back and hits a running knee to the ribs of Cranson that sends him sprawling across the ring in pain. Dante then covers him 1…- but again Max refuses to be put away so early. 

Frank Roberts: “So far, Dante Pritchard is appearing very impressive against the excellent superstar Max Cranson.”

Steve Richardson: “Yeah, a cheap shot can make anyone look good, Frank.”

Dante lifts Max to his feet and then irish whips him, Max however holds on and instead irish whips Dante. Off the rebound Max ducks down preparing to hit a back body drop, but instead gets a running DDT courtesy of Pritchard, who immediately covers.

Steve Richardson: “My God! What a DDT!”

Frank Roberts: “I’m starting to really like this guy! What impact!”

1…2…- but Max again throws his shoulder up. Pritchard yet again, wasting no time as he brings Max up to his feet. He then gives Max a kick to the gut causing him to bend over and then tries to lift him, possibly going for a powerbomb or piledriver, but Max’s feet barely get off the ground, as he holds the tights of Dante to keep himself on the ground. Dante tries again, but only to get the same effect and then Max pulls Dante’s legs out from under him, causing him to fall to his back.

Steve Richardson: “Cranson looking to possibly mount an offensive here and take control of the match.”

Max holds the legs after taking down Dante and then begins to spin. After one rotation, Dante’s body comes up off the mat and Max just continues to spin. He completes 1 spin, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and keeps on spinning Dante round and round and the fans start to cheer.

Steve Richardson: “What does Max have planned here!”

Frank Roberts: “Ha ha! Just keep on spinning him Max! Get ‘em nice and dizzy!”

After a few more seconds of spinning Dante, Max finally lets him go, causing him to hit the mat with a crash, but he quickly gets back to his feet. Max closes in on him and Dante swings wildly, but misses cause of the dizziness and Max counters with a huge uppercut. Pritchard stumbles back from the blow and rebounds off the ropes and then charges forward going for a clothesline, that Max barely has to move to dodge and Dante goes sailing by. 

Frank Roberts: “Ya see, Steve? He’s too dizzy, now is Max’s time to shine!”

Steve Richardson: “Yes, Frank. I see. Spinning tends to make people dizzy.”

Dante then turns around to try and attack again but is met with a huge superkick from Max that drops him to his back.

Frank Roberts: “Woah! What a hit!”

Steve Richardson: “He might be out cold from that one, Frank!”

Max then covers Dante 1…2…- but Dante kicks out at about two and a half to preserve the match. Max gets up and runs to the nearest ropes and jumps up, springboarding off and hitting a body splash where he covers again 1…2…- but Dante once again, kicks out at two and a half. Max gets up and gets in the refs face a little saying “Don’t be afraid to hit that 3 ref. Any day now!” and then turns his focus back to Dante who is now starting to stir a little. He grabs Dante by the hair and starts to force him up to his feet only to get a punch to the gut. He returns the favor and punches Dante in the head, only to get another punch to the gut right back. This time Pritchard follows it with an uppercut as he gets to his feet, to knock Max to his back. He quickly gets to his feet, but Dante is waiting and then hits a scoop slam on him and immediately heads to the nearest ropes and rebounds off only to have Max slide out under the bottom ropes and look up at him, moving his index finger back and forth and saying “No, no, no, not today.” 

Steve Richardson: “Max now looking to slow the match down, as well as Dante’s momentum.”

Dante then goes after him climbing through the ropes to get out to the outside, but as he bends over to do so Cranson returns the favor from earlier and gives him a poke to the eye that causes Dante to stumble back. 

Frank Roberts: “I love it! Returning the favor from before!”

Steve Richardson: “It’s called sportsmanship, Frank! Neither of these men have it!”

Max then slides in under the ropes and gets up, immediately running to the opposite side of the ring and rebounding off the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, Dante’s back being turned, but somehow he ducks under it and Max goes sailing by in front of him. Cranson then rebounds off the ropes and out of nowhere, Pritchard hits a powerslam and covers Cranson. 1…2…t- but Cranson still has some gas left and won’t be put down that easily. 

Steve Richardson: “Things are starting to heat up, Frank!”

Dante decides play time is over and picks Max up off the ground, powerslam style and holds him up and then falls back and launches Max over head going for a fallaway slam, but somehow Max manages to land on his feet. He stumbles back from the momentum of being tossed uses it to rebound off the ropes and charge for Dante who just happens to turn around in time to see Max’s boot going for another superkick, but Dante catches it then pulls the leg towards him, causing Max to fall to his back. Dante, still holding onto the legs, then pushes Max’s legs forward, as If he is trying to touch Max’s boots to his own head, and forces Max to back roll ending up in a kneeling, hunched over position. Dante then hoists Max up piledriver style, his eyes going wide as he looks left, then right and leaps up, finishing the spike piledriver!

Steve Richardson: “What impact! Max will not be returning from that one!”

Frank Roberts: “Yeah, he put up a strong fight but man what an impact!”

Dante then kneels down and hooks Max’s leg for the pin 1…2…thr- but somehow Max manages to put his boot up on the bottom rope and the ref notices. Dante looks at the ref with anger on his face and begins smacking himself on the head repeatedly. He then, gets to his feet, dragging Max up with him and then stuff Max’s head between his legs. He then pounds his head a few times, the fans all clapping along with his pounding and then wraps his arms around Max’s waist and hoists himself up powerbomb style, but Max manages to slip over his shoulder and land behind him. Max then charges back and rebounds off the ropes and right as Dante turns around Max hits the Spear! 

Steve Richardson: “Out of nowhere! He has it if he can make the cover!”

Max however just lays there holding his neck, regaining some energy. After a few seconds, the fans going crazy at this point, Max starts to get to his feet and Dante stirs a little holding his gut. Cranson is finally up and Dante is still only in a kneeling position, trying to get to the ropes to help pull himself up. Max however has other ideas, however as he reaches Dante, he gets another thumb to the eye.

Steve Richardson: “Oh, now c’mon! Disqualify that man!” 

Dante then gets up and as he does so, grabs Max around the front of his waist with one arm and hoists him up then drops down sidewalk slam style and covers. 1…2…th- but Max again kicks out the fans letting out an “OOOOH!” at the close count. Dante now going into a frenzy as he gets to his feet smacking his head and then awaits Max to get to his feet. Cranson slowly but surely gets to his feet and right as he gets up, Dante hoists him up in a rock bottom style, spinning with him as he picks him up, but again Cranson somehow escapes the finisher, slipping out as Dante spun. However, he looks like he’s about to guillotine himself on the ropes!

Steve Richardson: “Cranson counters yet again, but this looks like it might put him back into Dante’s clutches!”

Frank Roberts: “Dante’s got em on the run!”

Max somehow manages to land with his feet on the second rope and grabs the top with his hands to hold balance, then springboards off and hit a UFO (springboard Superkick) out of nowhere! The fans erupt with cheers after the high impact move. Cranson lays there on his back for a few seconds, then springs up and lands on his feet feeling the momentum. Dante is still dazed, but Max moves right past his body, not bother with a cover and grabs both oh his legs on either side and begins to spin, getting Dante airborn.

Steve Richardson: “He makes a comeback and instead of going for the pin, he does this again?”

Frank Roberts: “Steve, I’m surprised at you. You didn’t read his full report!”

Steve Richardson: “What in the hell are you talkin’ about Frank.”

Frank Roberts: “Just watch and see."

Max then starts to spin faster and faster, getting Dante higher and higher off the ground then when Dante is practically horizontal in the air with Max’s chest, Cranson adjusts so that Dante’s legs are no longer under his arms but over them, then brings Dante down hard with a thunderous crash landing sitout powerbomb style!

Steve Richardson: “My God! Driven right down on the spine!”

Frank Roberts: “He calls that the Atomic Driver and that is a notch in the win column for Max Cranson."

Max immediately shoots up knowing he’s got the win and roars to the crowd throwing his hand up but then something weird happens. He begins looking around as if he’s lost something. He turns to face the announce table, then looks around outside the ring, up the entrance ramp, and even over the audience. “Where are you Frost?! I can hear you laughing!! Where are you hiding! You won’t get away from me!!” Cranson yells from the ring, walking up to the ropes closest to the entrance ramp and hanging over them as he yells.

Frank Roberts: “What the heck is he doing?! He has the win and he’s standing there screaming for… For William Frost?! What is this?”

Steve Richardson: “I think Mr. Frost got into Max’s head with that chair attack last week and now it’s effecting him in the ring.”

Max shakes his head realizing it must’ve all been in his head and turns around only to get hoisted into the air rock bottom style, spun 180 degrees (just enough to be facing the opposite direction) and slammed down on his back with authority, by Dante Pritchard.

Frank Roberts: “Woah! Straight To Hell!”

Steve Richardson gives him a dirty look and Frank explains himself.

Frank Roberts: “That’s what he calls his finisher, Steve.”

Steve nods after, understanding now.

Steve Richardson: “and with authority! Now the mind games are gonna cost him here.”

Frank Roberts: “Wow… and he was that close to victory!”

Dante then covers him 1…2…3! And gets the victory. 

Ring Announcer: “And the winner of the match, by pinfall, Daaaanteee Priiiiitchard!”

The same gothic music he came in to begins playing and Dante sits there holding Max in the pinfall style for about 10 more seconds before finally getting up off of him. He stands there looking down at Max and petting his hair for a few more seconds, then finally drops down and rolls out under the bottom rope and marches off down the ramp and to the back ignoring everyone else. The camera then switches back to Max in the ring who is holding the back of his neck with a furious look on his face. He then mumbles “Frost, you’re gonna pay” under his breath as the camera goes to commercial break.

~Commercial Break~

The music begins to play and a shower of sparks begins to fall down on and shoot up from the stage area, the sparks being golden and red colored. These run for a couple seconds then Sobek comes walking out and slows down as he passes through the sparks, stopping in the center and slowly raises his arms until they are completely outstretched straight up in the air. 

Ring Announcer: “This match is scheduled for one fall and is Match 1 of the Semi-Finals in the RWF Heavyweight Championship Tournament! Introducing first, weighing in at 326 pounds! From Desouk, Egypt! Sssssssooooobek!”

While he did that, he also raised his head so that he is looking straight up. After a couple seconds of holding the pose he then drops his arms back to his side and sets his sights on the ring. He walks down the ramp giving off an aura that he is high and mighty, kind of tipping his head up toward the ceiling. He then reaches the ring and walks over to the steel steps, then slowly walks up them and goes over the top rope on the apron. Upon reaching the ring he walks to the center and stands there looking down at the ring. He then slowly starts to raise his hands again, gold and red sparks shoot out of the apron as he does it. Then right as they reach there fully outstretched point he throws them down with the upmost authority and the sparks shut off, and black flames shoot up from each of the turnbuckles and the music fades out. 

The techno sound at the beginning of Insomniac by Capture the Crown begins to play through the P.A. system and the fans get to their feet, knowing exactly who was coming out. As the guitar part hits and the music’s intensity picks up , William walks out from behind the curtain. 

Ring Announcer: “And his opponent, weighing in at 236 pounds! From Platinum, Alaska! William Froooooost!”

He had the same face paint as before, black around his eyes and two lines of black coming up from both the left and right corners of his mouth to make it look like he’s smiling all the time. He is also wearing a green button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and purple pin striped suit pants with suspenders that go up over his shoulders and black dress shoes on his feet. But, he’s not alone, he is holding “The Gift” a dented steel chair with those very words spray painted in black on the seat part of it. He walks out with a slight smirk on his face, occasionally mumbling things under his breath. Upon reaching the ring area he takes a right turn and places the chair up against the barricade and then turns to Sobek and points his left index finger at the chair and says “Hope you don’t mind my guest.” Sobek shows now emotion standing with his arms crossed as William rolls in under the bottom rope and quickly gets on the turnbuckle to his right, sitting Indian style atop it, facing in towards the center of the ring. He stares at Sobek for a few seconds then nods to the mental question he just asked himself and says “Yes… Yes, you most definitely need… A Gift” and then giggles. The ref then has the bell rung and the match is underway, and William just remains atop the turnbuckle with a smile. 

Sobek stands there with his arms crossed, not falling for the trick and William shrugs and hops down. Sobek moves in to meet him at center ring, and then William stops right in front of him and puts up his index finger as if to say “one second” and then points down at his shoe, showing that it’s untied. Sobek then shakes his head and crosses his arms, and William bends down as if he’s going to tie it then charges forward and hits a shoulderblock to the front of Sobek’s knee, causing him to fall forward, slamming down on the map and immediately grabbing his leg. 

Steve Richardson: “That sneaky little… What’s the need for all these cheap shots?!”

Frank Roberts: “William is just a smart man, he sees the oversized opponent and does what he has to, to put himself in the driver’s seat.”

William then jumps onto Sobek and puts both his hands around the neck of Sobek choking him. He holds for a 4 count before letting go, then goes right back to it. He chokes for another 4 count and then gets a warning from the ref. William then brings Sobek up to a sitting position and then backs up a couple steps, before charging in and spinning around hitting a leaping back elbow into the head of Sobek and then covering him 1…2- but barely gets a two count before the cover is broken. William however, continues to play it smart, keeping Sobek grounded. He lifts him up to a sitting position once again and then stands behind him and brings his elbow down repeated between Sobeks’ neck and shoulder. He hits it 7 times and then stops and stands up to his full height and turns away looking out at the crowd and giggling before turning back and in one fluid motion hits a hard soccerball kick to Sobek’s back. 

Frank Roberts: “William definitely playing it smart, not letting Sobek get loose for a second.”

Steve Richardson: “Yeah I wonder how he could’ve got such an advantage over the much bigger Sobek… Oh yeah, he cheated!”

William now puts his knee right between the shoulders of Sobek and pulls back on his head, driving the knee into his back. Sobek reaches behind trying to push Williams head away only to have Frost headbutt Sobek’s hands smashing his fingers against his own head. William then pulls back even harder on the head, applying more pressure to the neck and back and the ref begins to ask Sobek if he wants to give, but Sobek says nothing. After a few more seconds of enduring this Sobek throws his arm back, his hand clinched in a fist, and connects right to the side of William’s face, knocking him over to the side.

Steve Richardson: “What a shot!”

Frank Roberts: “That’s gonna leave a mark!”

Sobek then wastes no time as he gets to his knees and puts both of his hands around William’s neck now and gets up to his feet. He then lifts William from the ground completely into the air and high above his hand, holding him by the neck with both hands. Sobek holds him there, the beady eyes of his mask staring into the eyes of William, but William doesn’t seem to be fighting it. This seems to just anger Sobek as he charges forward and tosses William back first into the turnbuckle. William cries out and stumbles forward, only to get lifted sidewalk slam style and slammed down over the knee of Sobek, who finishes the pendulum backbreaker. William arches his back on the mat, trying to put less pressure on his back and then Sobek comes flying in hitting a running leg drop across Frost’s chest then covers him. 1…2.- but William kicks out just after the 2 count. 

Steve Richardson: “I don’t think there’s a more painful looking move than the backbreaker, Frank.”

Frank Roberts: “You got a point, Steve. Between that and the piledriver, I don’t think any moves can compare in the painful looking department.”

Sobek then forces William up into a sitting position, then throws his around the chin of William, sort of like a headlock/chokehold sort of deal, then lifts him up to a standing position, still holding him from behind in the same way. Sobek then proceeds to lift him up, possibly looking for the Constrictor hold, but William telegraphs it and throws a right elbow back with all his might, connecting right below the ribs of the big man, and causes him to bend over in pain. 

Steve Richardson: “Youch! Frost, strategically hitting right below the ribcage in that sensitive area!”

William then turns and grabs both of Sobek’s arms and hooks them under his armpits and starts headbutting Sobek repeatedly. After the first 4 Sobek is clearly knocked for a loop but William continues for another 5 more. He then wobbles his a head a little with a smile on his face and lets go of Sobek’s arms, but they do not drop, instead Sobek grabs underneath William’s arms and launches him up into the air, then as he comes down, he catches him on his shoulders then falls back and lands a Samoan drop out of nowhere! However, he is too loopy from the headbutts to cover and stumbles back, falling down into a sitting position.

Steve Richardson: “Sobek somehow managing to summon the strength to hit a devastating Samoan drop, over 7 feet in the air then slammed back down, but Sobek is still loopy!”

Frank Roberts: “Frost killed a lot of brain cells with those headbutts, Steve. That’s gonna be effecting Sobek the rest of the match!”

Sobek eventually gets to his feet, shaking his head trying to clear whatever haze was left by those headbutts and Frost is now up to his knees. Sobek however doesn’t let him have a chance, charging and catching William with a big boot and knocking him down to the mat holding his mouth and chin.

Steve Richardson: “It looked like Frost may have gotten his hands up in time to block most of the impact, but he’s showing signs that he got a face full of boot.”

Frank Roberts: “Yeah, something’s fishy here, Steve.”

The camera on the outside of the ring moves around so that it can get a look at William’s face and as it passes by, you clearly see William take his hands off his face and smile at the camera, he then gives it a wink and covers his face back up as Sobek grabs him and starts to pull him to his feet.

Steve Richardson: “Was that a wink?! He’s faking it! Watch out, Sobek!”

Frank Roberts: “Ha ha! This is great! He’s walking right into the trap!”

Sobek gets William to his feet and spins him around, possibly going for an electric chair, only to get a back kick from William that hits him low in the abdomen just above the waist. Sobek holds his gut, but doesn’t fall, then William takes a step almost as if he’s delivering a super kick and hits another hard kick to the gut of Sobek, dropping him to one knee, holding his gut. William takes two slow steps away from Sobek cracking his neck from side to side then turns around and charges and almost in an instant, his knee was colliding with the skull of the big man, as he finished the shining wizard!

Steve Richardson: “My God! A knock out shot by William Frost!”

Frank Roberts: “Yeah this one doesn’t have much left in it, William’s got em!”

William then, slowly gets Sobek up into a kneeling position and locks in a side headlock facing out away from Sobek so that he is kinda holding him bulldog style. He then looks around and once he makes eye contact with the ref he points to him and says “You better watch… You better or you’re next” the ref’s eyes go wide and he nods as the crowds’ cheers get louder and then right as William kicks his foot forward to finish hitting “The Gift” the lights go out.

Steve Richardson: “What in the hell is going on here?”

Frank Roberts: “Hey, technicians. Get the lights back on!”

After a couple seconds the lights come back on. The ref is knocked down laying on his stomach near a corner, Sobek is still laying there nursing the side of his head and now William Frost is sprawled out in the ring and standing over him is Max Cranson. Cranson is just staring down at him with fury in his eyes, his shoulders rising and falling with intensity showing how much anger he has. Then, the lights go out again!

Steve Richardson: “Do you think Cranson has someone fiddling with the lights for him? What the hell is going on!”

The lights come back on again and now Cranson is nowhere to be seen, all three men are still in the ring and then after a couple seconds, the lights go out again.

Frank Roberts: “Why isn’t security taking care of this. Someone needs to take control of this match-up!”

The lights come back on again and now Cranson is standing over William with his own dented chair, the words “The Gift” spray-painted across the seat part of it. Cranson raises it over his head, but Frost quickly rolls out under the bottom rope. Cranson smacks the mat with the chair in anger and then drops down and rolls after him. Frost heads to the steel steps and is down behind them as if he’s hiding, messing with something and Cranson goes charging for him. Then as he gets close, Frost turns around so the steel steps are behind him and kicks out backwards, causing the steps to come free and slide off right into Cranson as he reaches them, causing him to flip over them holding his leg. 

Steve Richardson: “Frost has turned the tides! Frost has turned the tides!”

Frank Roberts: “He may be crazy, but man that guy is smart.”

Frost then does a motion like he’s dusting his hands off then, rolls back into the ring only to be met with a huge charging boot from Sobek. It catches him right across the side of his face as he’s getting up and sends him down to the mat, his body going limp.

Frank Roberts: “But, now the smarts are for nothing. He’s out cold.”

Steve Richardson: “Frost goes out like a light! What a shot!”

Sobek then starts to roll Frost over for the cover but instead lifts him up off the ground, shaking his head after noticing the ref is just now getting up.

Steve Richardson: “Evil intentions in the eyes of Sobek!”

Frank Roberts: “But, he’s already out cold. What more does Sobek need to do?”

Sobek then hoists the dead body up into a crucifix powerbomb style, as the ref finally gets to his feet, and then finishes off the Egyptian Conniption (See Sobek’s profile page for the move) and then finally hooks Frost’s leg for the 1…2…3! 

Ring Announcer: “The winner of this match by Pinfall, Sobek!”

Sobek’s music begins to play but he remains crouched over Frost. He then reaches down and opens Frost’s eyes himself and begins to stare into them with the beady red eyes on his mask only to be smacked over the back of head with a kendo stick. Cranson stands there angrily as Sobek rolls away under the ring and backs up down the entrance ramp holding the back of his head. 

Steve Richardson: “Now why the hell did he do that? Why is Cranson getting involved in this match”

The ring bell starts going off over and over, but Cranson ignores it as he stands over Frost looking down at him. Cranson then holds his kendo stick up so that you can read the spray-painted words on it “Boomstick” and then he raises it high above his head and the fans start to boo.

Frank Roberts: “Cranson must be getting revenge for that cheap shot last week with a little weapon of his own.”

Steve Richardson: “Well someone better stop him, before he hurts somebody!”

Cranson then brings it down right over the chest of Frost who starts wriggling around trying to dodge the next blow as Cranson brings it down again. William then tries rolling away only to get struck on the back. Cranson swings again and again, smacking William’s back each time, not stopping until he’s hit William 12 times across the back, and the kendo stick finally starts to splinter as it breaks.

Steve Richardson: “Stop him! He’s snapped! He’s broken loose and he won’t quit!”

Cranson then gets down in William’s face and yells “How’d you like my gift William? Huh?! How’d you like MY gift?!” William then lifts head just enough to look Cranson in the eye then starts laughing in his face. After a few seconds of it, he just stops then spits into Cranson’s face, the split laced with blood showing the true extent to the beating William has received. Cranson then loses it and hits William over and over across the back until the kendo stick breaks. Cranson then lifts William into a sitting position and puts his knee onto Frost’s back and puts the stick around Williams throat and begins pulling back on it, choking William and at the same time, grinding that knee into Frost’s back. William starts to struggle around causing Cranson to lose grip, so Cranson begins moving the broken stick in a sawing motion across Frost’s neck, the splinter pieces of wood grinding against him and he finally utters a cry of pain, and Cranson lets go. “You wanted pain! You got!” Cranson then picks up the top half of his kendo stick and drops down out of the ring and walks away up the ramp, his music playing as he does so, his eyes never leaving the ring and the seen goes to commercial break.

~Commercial Break~

Steve Richardson: “What a hellacious beating we just saw put on Frost after he is screwed out of win.”

Frank Roberts: “Yeah, it appears all hell has broken loose in the matches here at RWF tonight, still now word on the young star, Alfred Starr.”

Steve Richardson: “We can only hope he’s okay, as we begin the next match, our main event.”

The Mighty Fall by Fallout Boy begins to play through the P.A. system. After the slow beginning the music picks up and the singing begins and out walks Bryan Anderson to a much bigger pop than last week. 

Ring Announcer: “Tonight’s Main Event is set for one fall and is a triple threat match AND the final match in the Semi-Finals of the RWF Championship Tournament! Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds! From Las Vegas, Nevada! Bryyyyyan Annnnnderson!”

After a great match against Scream he managed to pick up the win and had definitely won over a lot of respect from the fans. He rose his arms upon reaching the edge of the stage and looked around the arena as the fans cheered him on, a smile finding its way onto his face. He then proceeded down the ramp slapping a few high fives from either side before running and sliding in under the bottom rope. He immediately gets to his feet and walks to the turnbuckle immediately to his right, raising both hands. The cheers echoing through the arena, as he jumps down and heads to the opposite turnbuckle and repeats the same. He then jumps down and turns to face the entrance ramp as his music fades.

The music begins blasting through the speaks and the fans jump to their feet. Despite how arrogant he may come off at times, these fans absolutely love Alexander the Great. He steps out from behind the curtain wearing his old Greek Chestplate. This time he also has a Greek helmet on his head. He steps out with his arms at his side and a smirk on his face. 

Ring Announcer: “And his first opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds! From St. Louis, Missouri! Alexander the Greeeeeaaaat!”

He gets out to the stage and puts his arms out to the sides and twists them back and forth a couple times before flexing as he folds them inward at the elbow. He then drops his arms and continues down the ramp. He begins pointing at various fans to his left naming each of them off one at a time. “Not worthy.” He then goes to the next fan “Not worthy.” Then, the next “Not worthy.” He does this a couple more times and then turns to the right side and does it to two more fans and then gets to one that’s holding a sign high above his head. The sign reads “Not Worthy” and Alexander the Great nods his head pointing to the sign, then turns to the camera and says “Smart Man” before moving on to get to the ring. He eyes the rookie Bryan Anderson while doing some warm up bounces. Alexander shakes his head, with a look of pure amusement on his face, and slight annoyance. He then reaches with his left hand, underneath his right arm pit, and unlatches the hook on his chestplate, and repeats the action down by his wait. ATG proceeds, sliding the chestplate off and setting it against the barricade, then removes his helmet and drops it by the armor. He follows it up by doing a few warm up bounces then jumps up onto the ring apron, a burst of pyro going off from each of the ring posts as he lands on the aprong. Alexander proceeds to get in the ring through the middle rope and walks to the back right ringpost and awaits the final opponent. 

" There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part. You can't even passively take part. And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus and you've got to make it stop. "

Ring Announcer: “And the final opponent in the match, weighing in at 215 pounds! From Saint Paul, Minnesota! Xaaaaaaaaaaavier Serikaaaazzz!”

Wretches and Kings by Linkin Park is heard throughout the blackened arena as spot lights circle the arena and stop on one spot in the crowd as a red X is shown on the crowd. Xavier makes his way down to the ring with the crowd chanting " Serikaz! " as he makes his way to the barricade Xavier jumps the gate and walks up the cold steel steps then climbs through the ring ropes. The continuous chants of " Serikaz " overpower anything else audible. Xavier just stands in the ring taking it all in as he awaits the bell. 

The three men all eye each other, each doing there only little warm up routine to calm themselves and then, the ref has the bell rung and the match is underway! 

Steve Richardson: “Here we go folks! That main event! Triple Threat! The winner of the match gets to fight for the RWF Heavyweight Championship at Fall Brawl!”

Frank Roberts: “Let’s get this thing underway!” 

They all stand still for a moment, looking back and forth between one another and then Serikaz makes eyes contact with Anderson and motions to double team Alexander who stands there in a readied stance. Anderson nods in agreement then turns to Alexander and begins closing in. Alexander backs into his corner and prepares for the worst and then Xavier goes charging in and hits a step up enzuigiri, blind siding Bryan Anderson and sending him down. Xavier gets right back to his feet and gives a soccerball kick to Anderson, then another, then another. Anderson yells out as he gets up and starts crawling back away from Xavier and Alexander the Great just crosses his arm, and watches with a smirk.

Steve Richardson: “Well, the match starts off with a blindside by Xavier as he requests teamwork from Anderson then turns on him, and Alexander has pulled out some popcorn and is just enjoying the show.”

Frank Roberts: “I love it! Let the others break each other down and then clean up.”

Xavier then brings Anderson to his feet and gives him a stiff kick to the chest that forces him back against the turnbuckle. He then runs in and hits a lariat on him crushing him against the corner, but Anderson manages to hold the top ropes and keep standing. Xavier then shrugs and wipes his nose with his thumb bruce lee style, then with a slight smile he runs in, runs up Anderson’s body and then back flips off, kicking him right underneath the chin as he does so. Xavier then lands on his feet as Anderson drops to his stomach on the mat and the fans go ballistic. Xavier then turns to face Alexander who completely flattens him with a lariat, Serikaz practically cartwheeling through the air before hitting the mat hard. 

Frank Roberts: “I think that was the biggest clothesline I’ve ever seen, Steve.”

Steve Richardson: “I know it’s only one move done on Serikaz, but that might be it!”

Alexander then kneels down and covers Serikaz 1…2…t- but Serikaz throws a shoulder up showing he can’t be beat that easily. Alexander rolls his eyes and lifts up Serikaz to a sitting position only to throw his head back down against the mat. Serikaz grunting in pain after his head collides with the mat. Alexander then runs to the nearest ropes and jumps up, springboarding off and going for a moonsault, but Xavier has enough awareness to roll in toward the ropes. Alexander quickly adjusts and lands on his feet, staggering back a bit but ultimately landing. He then moves in toward Serikaz who rolls again moving out to the apron. Alexander then, runs the possible outcomes through his head and moves in bending as if he’s gonna grab Serikaz, who then throws a sneaky kick in through the middle ropes, but Alex was never planning to grab him. Alexander leans back to a standing position dodging the kick then delivers a low dropkick himself that sends Serikaz to the outside floor. However, Xavier manages to hold himself in the air, by the bottom rope and Alexander doesn’t know as he sets his attention on Bryan Anderson who is using the ropes to get to his feet.

Steve Richardson: “Xavier showing great awareness and athleticism as he somehow manages to hold onto the ropes even after that knockout of a clothesline.”

Frank Roberts: “He’s definitely proving to be impressive so far.”

Alexander charges in from across the ring and leaps up, smashing Anderson against the turnbuckle and then slowly climbing off of him, grabbing him by the back of the head and then throwing him out onto the open mat. Anderson lands in a laying position and Alex heads top rope. Alexander then looks back one last time, not noticing Xavier pulling himself back in using just his arms, up and over the top rope and back into the ring. Alexander then leaps going for a moonsault on Anderson’s downed body only to be hit in mid air as he makes his backflip round, right in the chest with a wheel kick from Xavier. He then lands improperly cause of the hit and smashes down hard on his back off to the side of Anderson’s body.

Frank Roberts: “Woah! And out of nowhere Serikaz is back in control.”

Steve Richardson: “Took him right out of mid-air with that kick, Frank!”

Xavier then covers Alexander 1…2…t- but Alexanders shows resiliency as well throwing his bulky shoulder up into the air. Xavier quickly gets to his feet and gives Alexander a swift kick to the ribs, he grunts but it just seems to anger him, and he quickly gets to his feet and brings up his arms as if he’s in a fighting stance.

Steve Richardson: “Looks like Alexander wants to square off with Xavier here.”

Xavier throws a spinning heel quick Alex’s way, but Alex puts both hands up in an “x” to block it, then throws out a right jab that catches the jaw of Serikaz causing him to take a step back. Alexander then smirks as he takes a step forward then throw a right jab, the Serikaz ducks, but then Alex follows up with a left hook. Serikaz rolls out of the way, narrowly dodging the attack and Alexander closes in. Xavier then leaps up going for a dropkick, and Alexander ducks down under the legs then catches them, causing Xavier to fall down onto his stomach. Alex then lets the legs go and climbs onto Xavier’s back, bringing his head back and punching it with his right hand. He holds it in position with his left hand and dishes out two more crushing punches before Xavier slides through his legs, shoots up to his feet and hits a dropkick to the back of Alexander that sends him forward into the corner where Anderson is now standing. Alexander stumbles right into a running knee from Anderson that catches him in the gut, and sends him flipping over the knee, holding his gut as he lands on the mat.

Frank Roberts: “Anderson finally comes back to life showing what he’s made of!”

Steve Richardson: “You can never count this kid out, he’s really something!”

Anderson then runs at Serikaz and goes for a charging headbutt, but gets caught DDT style, but before Xavier can get anything extra going, he is flipped over and hit with a northern lights suplex. Anderson then turns back to Alexander who is slowly getting up and gives him a kick to the gut, before hoisting him up scoop slam style. However, Alexander would have none of this slow paced phoney and quickly slides over his shoulder and in behind him, lifting him german suplex style and tossing him overhead. However, Anderson has something to prove as he sticks a nice landing after the backflip and then as Alexander turns around, he cleans up with a big roundhouse kick. Alexander staggers over to the turnbuckle before falling down into a seated position. Anderson then turns to see Xavier slowly getting up, so he runs over and leaps up, landing with both knees on Xavier’s back. Anderson rolls forward off the blow and gets to his feet and Serikax rolls over onto his back and arches it trying to take some of the pain off and protect it at the same time.

Steve Richardson: “Anderson is really rolling now, keeping both men grounded!”

Frank Roberts: “This young kid has heart and it’s gonna take him a long way!”

Anderson then climbs to the top rope closest to Xavier and raises his arm, the crowd going wild, he then stands preparing for the falling headbutt, only to have Alex run across the ring and hit the ropes. Anderson then falls down onto the turnbuckle, man parts first, and holds himself, yelling out in pain. He leans forward to get some pressure off his hurting stuff only to get kicked right under the chin by Xavier, who is now back up to his feet. Anderson’s head flings back, but his body remains in a sitting position atop the turnbuckle. Xavier eyes then light up as he sees the perfect opportunity, he quickly turns Anderson around so that he’s sitting on the top rope with his back facing towards the inside of the ring, and then Xavier climbs up onto the top rope behind him. Serikaz then let’s go of the ropes with his hands and stands completely to his feet, then jumping up, wrapping his legs around the head of Bryan Anderson and backflipping off the turnbuckle throwing Anderson down onto his stomach on the mat, and finishing the leaping poisoned frankensteiner and the crowd goes into a frenzy!

Steve Richardson: “What a move by the very impressive Xavier Serikaz!”

Frank Roberts: “I’ve never seen a move like that, Steve! Wow!”

Xavier then covers Anderson after rolling him over 1…2…th- but the pinfall is stopped by Alexander the great who dives in with a double axe handle. Serikaz then back rolls and gets to his feet as fast as he can, and swings a spinning heel kick at Alexander, but Alex jumps back, then back rolls and gets to his feet as well. Using the spinning momentum Serikaz continues with another spin this time stretching out his arm as he comes around and smokes Alexander across the face with a spinning back fist. Alexander’s head snaps to the right, and then he slowly turns back to Xavier and smirks. “Let me show you how it’s done” he says as he does a spin himself and throws out a Spinning back fist, only to have Xavier do a backflip, going under the spinning back fist as he does so. He then charges forward and does a front flip, going for a koppu kick but Alexander the Great widens his stance for more leverage and catches Xavier’s foot causing him to fall to his back. 

Steve Richardson: “I have to say, I don’t like Alexander’s cocky attitude, but when it comes to technical wrestling, he does NOT make a mistake.”

Frank Roberts: “The Great, Steve.”

Steve Richardson: “Excuse me?”

Frank Roberts: “You said Alexander and forgot to add, The Great.”

Steve just rolls his eyes and we go back to the match where we see Alexander grab Xavier’s foot in a DDT style then starts to apply pressure and bend it in, Achilles lock style. Xavier, being smart knows to counter this by not allowing Alex to bend it back so he quickly gets up to his feet, Alexander still holding his foot. Alexander then smirks, as everything goes according to plan, and as soon as Xavier gets to his feet, he lets go of his foot and puts his right hand on Xavier’s chest then kicks his foot forward. Alexander then sings his foot behind Xavier’s legs and sweeps them both off the ground and then pushes down with his right hand slamming Xavier down and finishing the Judo Takedown. Alexander then immediately hooks Xavier’s leg 1…2…th- but Xavier manages to throw a shoulder up breaking the count. 

Steve Richardson: “Alexander… the Great… Not making a single mistake so far and looks like he’s about to end things.”

Frank Roberts: “He’s just… Great!”

Alexander then starts to pull Xavier up to his feet again. He gets Serikaz up to his knees and feels a kick to the side of his calf. He looks down and Sees Anderson in a seated position, reeling back for another kick. He swings the kick but Alexander just lifts his foot and the kick sails underneath, then he brings the foot down hard in a stomping manner and smashes Anderson’s leg underneath. Anderson yells out, and starts to scoot back and Alexander turns back to Xavier, only to get another kick to the side of his calf. He then gets annoyed look on his face as he turns to Bryan Anderson, then gets a kick to the gut from Xavier causing him to bend over, and then both Anderson and Xavier throw kicks up and hit Alexander in the head causing him to fall back to the mat. 

Steve Richardson: “Some unexpected teamwork from Xavier Serikaz and Bryan Anderson to take down Alexander the Great!”

Frank Roberts: “Well, they know they can’t beat him one on one!”

Xavier and Anderson then both get up to their feet and lift Alex up and each kick him in the gut. Xavier then turns to Anderson and mumbles something and they both throw a knee up catching Alex in the head, causing him to stumble back into the ropes. He rebounds off of them and takes a couple step forward and then both Anderson and Xavier spin and both throw out spinning roundhouse kicks and smash Alex’s head between their legs. He slowly drops to his knees and then down to his stomach and Xavier nods and turns to get a handshake from Anderson only to see Bryan charging back at him after rebounding off the ropes. Anderson goes for what looks like a shining wizard, but Xavier just manages to side step it, falling in the process and throws Bryan by. Anderson rebounds off the ropes however, keeping his cool and then hits a running dropkick to the side of Xavier, sending him rolling across the ring holding his side. 

Steve Richardson: “Although the underdog in this match, Anderson manages to stay alive somehow!”

Frank Roberts: “He does have some resiliency to him. I’ll give him that.”

Anderson then runs over to Xavier and rolls him onto his side then starts dropping knees left and right then once he’s done he stands up and roars to get the crowd pumped. He then lifts Xavier up and onto his shoulders and yells, then takes a couple steps and does a rolling samoan drop, crushing Xavier’s ribs and back yet again. Anderson then turns around to make the cover and sees Alexander up to his feet, using the ropes to hold himself up. Anderson then thinks for a second and charges in to knock Alexander over the ropes, but Alex ducks down pulling the top rope as he does so. Anderson flies over the top rope but somehow hangs on. Alexander looks back and sees but acts like he doesn’t stumbling around as Anderson gets to his feet, then as he does the final movement pulling himself to his feet on the apron, Alexander had spun and then delivers a devastating Spinning Back Fist, the thud of the hit echoing through the crowd and Anderson falls to the outside, his body hitting the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Frank Roberts: “What a shot! Nothing less than expected for Alexander the Great!”

Steve Richardson: “Yeah but, what’s the point if Anderson fell to the outside?"

Alexander then turns back to Xavier who comes running at him and goes for the Koppu Kick and this time hits it causing Alexander to stumble back against the turnbuckle. The crowd starts going nuts, sensing the end is coming and Xavier is on top. Xavier then runs in and throws out a lariat, crushing Alexander against the turnbuckle. Alexander doesn’t fall but starts to stumble forward, then Xavier keeps him off balance by irish whipping him, but Alexander somehow reverses it and instead irish whips Xavier. However, Serikaz is also ready and immediately handsprings forward, bouncing his legs off the ropes, then as he comes back to his feet he leaps up doing a backflip and lands on Alex DDT style. He then rotates around going for a tornado DDT and then lands it!

Steve Richardson: “Woah! Serikaz flying around luchador-style then landing what looked like a handspring backflip tornado ddt, correct me if I’m wrong.”

Frank Roberts: “No, no Steve. You’re the expert here.”

Xavier then covers Alexander 1…2…thr- but Alexander manages to kick out somehow, the crowd yelling “OOOOOH!” as he does so. Xavier wastes no time arguing though realizing his chance and he lifts Alex up to his feet, then immediately kicks him in the gut and turns his back to Alexander then hooks both of Alex’s arms possibly looking for the X Breaker (Vertabreaker) but, Alexander has the strength to instead lift Xavier up and flipping him over his back as he goes from bending over to standing. However, Xavier lands on his feet, facing Alexander’s back. He then charges forward pushing Alexander forward, across the ring and into the turnbuckle chest first. Giving no time for Alexander to stumble back and he quickly lifts him back suplex stlye onto the top rope and then climbs up and once at the top he raises his arm causing the fans to erupt so loud you can’t even hear the commentary over them. Alexander thinks quickly, his thought swirling around in a vortex as he sifts through the cobwebs in his mind for a thought and then he remembers Anderson's assault on Xavier's ribs and although it's a longshot, he tries. Alex leans forward then throws his head back, catching the ribs of Xavier. He yelled out in pain holding on with one arm, trying not to fall back onto the mat, but only able to use one arm, the other holding his ribs in pain. Alex then reaches back and pushes both of Xavier’s feet, but since Xavier is holding on he is able to land on his feet, but immediately bends down cause his ribs are hurting.

Frank Roberts: “Looks like Xavier is really hurting.”

Steve Richardson: “You said it Frank, although Anderson may be out, he did enough damage in the match to make a difference.”

Alexander then spins around to face Xavier, still sitting atop the top rope and then grabs Xavier and lifts his head enough to hook him DDT style, then leaps off spinning around and planting Xavier with a tornado DDT this time, however Alex does not let go after the landing and reaches around with his free arm locking in his infamous Anaconda Guillotine!

Steve Richardson: “That’s the guillotine! The guillotine we’ve all heard so much about!”

Frank Roberts: “Hopefully Xavier remembers, the more you struggle the tighter the hold gets.”

Xavier starts to fight it at first but feels the hold tightening and stops. He stands perfectly still trying to think of a way to get out. He starts to fade, then starts reaching out with his hands and feet looking for a rope to grab onto. Xavier never feels the ropes so he grabs Alex’s right arm with both of his and starts trying to pull it off with all his might. Xavier then drops to one knee and his strength starts to weaken. He keeps fighting, even tries lifting Alexander up trying to maybe slam his way out and then when he can’t escape, he feels his legs starting to give out so he taps out!

Steve Richardson: “Alexander the Great gets it! Xavier taps!”

Frank Roberts: “There it is! That’s why he’s The Great!”

Ring Announcer: “And the winner of the match by submission, Alexander The Greeeeeaaat!”

The fans all begin chanting “Not Wor-thy! Not Wor-thy!” as his music begins and he stands in the ring, somehow managing to put a smirk on his face after that hellacious match. He then drops down and rolls out of the ring and begins walking down the ramp, about halfway down the ramp he turns around and gives the fans what they want. He points to one and mumble “not worthy.” And they all yell it with him. He then turns to one on his right and points again saying it a little louder this time “Not worthy” and the fans yell it with him. He then points to another one on the right and says it a little louder “Not Worthy” and the fans scream it with him. He repeats it until he’s finally yelling it along with the fans and the camera goes black, the show ending on this glorious sight. 

~Show Ends~

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