PART II
Ring crew personnel prepare the ringside area for the next match as the camera cuts over to Manic and Chico.
Manic: Eddie Phoenix since making his debut has turned many heads Chico. Most people were betting on him to win tonight even with the tough opposition that he had.
Chico: Longfellow could be a big name and Dark Stranger is a great veteran here but Eddie is the real deal!
Manic: Yeah but why would someone like him have to start off by attacking Stranger from behind? Not necessary at all.
Chico: It's winning at all costs Manic. You're acting like Dark Stranger is a nice guy. He's the "Heel from Hell"!
Manic: Touche Chico, touche.
The crowd starts to cheer as Danielle Worley steps into the ring.
Tag Champions "Hollywood Poets" Jive & Swag vs "The Wreckin Crew" Flip & Brute - Tables, Ladders, and Chairs for the Tag Team Championship
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The camera pans around the tables, ladders, and chairs that are set up all around ringside.
Worley: The following contest is the Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the Xtreme Wrestling Federation Tag Team Championship!
"Sleeping All December" by Death Valley Driver cues up over the arena as "The Wreckin Crew" Flip and Brute make their way out.
Worley: Making their way down the aisle at this time are the challengers. From Sandy Fork, Delaware. Weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty pounds. Flip and Brute, The Wreckin Crew!
The Wreckin Crew clap a couple hands at ringside and eye the ladders standing up around them. They both share a glance before looking up at the Tag Team Titles hanging from the rafters. Flip and Brute get in the ring as "Going the Distance" by Cake plays through the arena.
Manic: What are we going to see?
"The Hollywood Poets" Jive and Swag make their way out next along with their manager Slam Master.
Worley: Making their way down the aisle from Hollywood, California. Weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of five hundred and eight pounds. They are the Tag Team Champions. Jive and Swag, the Hollywood Poets!
The Poets are a little put off by the boos crowd before focusing their attention on Flip and Brute. Slam Master points towards the Wreckin Crew as Jive and Swag charge into the ring. Both teams start to brawl immediately as the referee calls for the bell.
Manic: No wasted time here Chico!
Chico: Here we go!
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Jive tosses Brute out the ring and Flip clotheslines Swag out on the opposite side. They approach each other and Flip kicks him in the gut and immediately goes for "Lights Out" (Stone Cold Stunner). Jive pushes him in to the ladder that is standing up near the ropes. The ladder tumbles over and Flip stumbles back around in to Jive who hooks him for the "Open Mic" (Leg Sweep DDT). Flip blocks it and dumps him on his head with a Northern Lights Suplex. Flip bounces back to his feet and starts stomping away at Jive.
Chico: Both men going for their finisher early. Neither man getting it though.
Brute finds Swag on the outside and drops him with a "Black Hole Slam" on the outside and Slam Master comes down the aisle to get a closer look. Brute scoops Swag up and drops his head across the top of the guardrail. Flip tosses Jive through the ropes and comes out after him. Brute sees him and holds his arms behind his back as Flip hits him with a hard right hand. Brute goes to grab him again. Jive kicks him in the thigh and decks Flip with a left hand. Flip covers up and Jive grabs the back of his head and rams him in to the outside post. Jive turns around and takes a hard clothesline from Brute!
Chico: My man Jive eats a mean clothesline there!
Brute goes to scoop him up and Swag starts pouncing on him. Brute shoves him away and goes to pick up Jive again. Jive uppercuts him and Swag hits him with a "Zig Zag" on the outside! Brute goes down hard and The Hollywood Poets see their moment. They roll in the ring and both men go for that ladder and lifts it up. They start climbing and out of nowhere Flip comes in with a "Wreckin Ball" (Springboard Doomsday Device) that takes the ladder and both Hollywood Poets down to the mat! Flip looks really shaken up as he grasps his arm and starts rolling around the ring in pain. Brute starts to pull himself in the ring and he goes right for Jive, kneeing him in the head. Swag comes at him and Brute press slams him to the mat, nearly hitting that ladder.
Chico: My god man! Do you see what's going on out here?
Manic: Flip is absolutely insane, risking his body like that. The Hollywood Poets almost won the match and kept their Tag Titles snug around their waists.
Chico: It was close. The Wreckin Crew still in this, unfortunately I don't know if Flip will get back in this ring as he rolls out here in front of us.
Flip rolled out of the ring and Brute tries picking the ladder up. Jive comes up and starts kicking away at the big man's thighs and legs. He kicks him hard in the abs and Brute grabs him by the neck and picks him up and drops him with the "World's Strongest Slam"! The crowd pops as he nails his finisher and eyes the Tag Team Titles.
Chico: Could this be their moment? Brute lays Jive out with that slam and that's all she wrote?
Brute starts to mount the ladder and gets a few rungs up. Out of nowhere Swag hits a high dropkick and Brute falls right off the ladder.
Manic: You see how high he got? What precision!
Swag looks down at his partner and tries to get Jive back in it but decides to go for the Tag Titles himself. He starts to mount the ladder and begins to climb it. He gets nearly half way up there when Flip comes out of nowhere and drills him in the back with a chair! The crowd cheers as Swag falls to the canvas and Flip starts beating him repeatedly with the steel chair! Flip even drops the chair on his neck and starts applying pressure to the point that Swag is choking. Jive starts to get to his knees and Flip drills him in the back with a steel chair. Flip starts to talk to his partner Brute and hands him the chair. Flip slides out of the ring and grabs another chair and slides back in the ring with it. Jive starts to stumble to his feet and they go for a "Con Chair To". Jive ducks and they slam chairs and drop the chairs instantly. Brute still got a grip and swings for Jive and Jive sweeps his leg out from under him. Swag jumps on Flip's back and they both stumble over the top rope and fall hard to the outside! Jive goes up top and goes for that Missile Dropkick. Brute sideswipes him and Jive crashes and burns.
Chico: This is pure insanity! These tag teams sacrificing their bodies for that gold baby.
Manic: The best two tag teams in the business. These four guys are willing to earn it tonight here in this TLC match, a lot at stake!
Brute picks up the ladder and folds it up and starts smashing it on Jive who is laid out in the ring. Brute bashes him with this thing a couple times as Flip and Swag tussle on the outside. Flip goes to whip him in to the guardrail. Swag reverses it and Flip's back smacks off it! Swag comes running in and hits a nice flying clothesline that takes Flip off his feet. Swag goes under the ring and starts to pull out a table. The fans immediately pop!
Crowd: We want tables! We want tables!
Manic: Here we go now.
Swag pulls the table out and sets it up on the outside. Flip starts to get to a knee and Swag chops him a couple times. Swag lays Flip on the table and pulls himself up on the apron. The fans start to cheer as he actually decides to start mounting the turnbuckle now. He climbs all the way up top and looks to be going for some high risk move when Brute trips him up out of nowhere and crotches him. The fans boo as Brute then picks the ladder up and drills Swag in the head and Swag just falls all the way down to the outside and looks to be hurting pretty bad from that fall. Brute turns his attention back to Jive who dropkicks Brute from the side and forces him to drop the ladder. Jive then comes up and hits him with a Shining Wizard, he pauses to set up for the bulldog and Brute lifts him up out of nowhere and dumps him to the outside. Brute goes to set up the ladder in the middle of the ring and he begins to climb for those Tag Team Championship belts.
Chico: Brute, going to become a four time Tag Team Champion here tonight!
Manic: Are we going to see history?
Jive slides back in the ring and goes to grab his foot. Brute tries to kick him away. Jive pulls and pulls at his leg. Brute somehow wiggles away and pushes Jive down with his boot. Brute continues his climb for the Wreckin' Crew when Jive picks up one of those steel chairs and smashes Brute in the back with it! He smacks him again with it and Brute finally falls down off the ladder. Brute tries to grab it off of him. Jive starts to let go and drills him with a Van Daminator out of nowhere! Brute collapses and Jive sees his opportunity. He looks up at the titles and starts to climb the ladder slowly.
Chico: Your boys about to climb that ladder and retain their gold.
Manic: Jive's almost there!
Brute reaches up, with blood trickling down his face, pulls Jive down by the leg and catches him with a devastating Spine Buster in mid-air! Both men go down. Jive takes the brunt of the punishment there. Flip starts to pull Swag up on the outside apron and he's looking down at that table and suddenly the fans in "Friends Arena" rise to their feet. Flip goes to pick Swag up for a Powerbomb. Swag goes to wrap his legs around Flip for a Hurricanrana attempt. However, Flip catches him and drops him through the table with a Sit-out Powerbomb and the crowd goes bizerk!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Manic: What a maneuver!
Chico: Oh my god! Lights out on that one! I don't know if either man is getting up after that.
Brute is slowly getting to his feet as Jive gets to his knees and tries to stop Brute from climbing the ladder. Brute picks him up and goes for the "World's Strongest Slam". Jive elbows his way out of it and Brute can't get a grip. Jive suddenly counters out of it and drops him with an "Open Mic" on a steel chair! The crowd is stunned as all four men are down. They are stirring in Solna, Stockholm as the defending champs, the Hollywood Poets try to outlast the three time champions, the Wreckin Crew. Jive is first to react and he starts to climb the ladder. Flip starts to show signs of life on the outside as he pulls himself through the rubble. Jive is making his climb up to the Tag Team Titles and he's only a couple feet away. Flip starts pulling himself up on the apron as Brute appears to be out of it completely.
Chico: Can he get up there before Flip gets in the ring?
Manic: I think the Tag Team Champions are walking out of here with their titles!
Jive pulls himself to the top of the ladder and gets his fingers on one of the belts. He then reaches up and the fans are all on their feet as he grabs the Tag Team Championship belts and pulls them down to win this TLC match. The referee calls for the bell.
Manic: What a match!
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"Going the Distance" plays over the arena as Danielle Worley is standing by.
Worley: The winners of this match and STILL Tag Team Champions, Jive and Swag, the Hollywood Poets!
Winner by Belt Retrieval: "Hollywood Poets" Jive & Swag
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Jive works his way over to the ropes to peak out at his friend who is laid out still from taking that table spot. Slam Master is checking on his team. Flip crawls in the ring and falls flat right before a steel chair. Brute is rolled over on his back now, blood covering some of his face and he looks beat. Jive hands the Tag Team Titles to Slam Master for a second and gets out of the ring to tend to his friend. Flip looks down at a steel chair and picks it up. He shakes his head disappointed as he throws the chair down and the crowd gives a standing ovation to both tag teams.
Manic: Jive told everyone that they were not going to be defined by this match but I think he may be wrong on that.
Chico: I think BOTH of these teams just defined who they are tonight!
Jive gets Swag to his feet and he smiles cockily while he grabs the Tag Team Championship belts from Slam Master and hands one to Swag who can barely hold his arm up. Jive holds his up with him proudly and they exit up the aisle with Jive eye balling the Wreckin' Crew the entire time. Flip waits for his friend Brute to get to a knee and realize what just happened. Blood covering Brute's face as he snaps his head up towards the aisle and sees Jive walking away with his Tag Title high in the air.
Crowd: That was awesome! That was awesome!
Brute and Flip shake it off as the camera cuts to an ad for Xtreme Wrestling Federation's next Pay Per View.
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- Coming Soon -
From the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida
"The end is the beginning is the end."
Xtreme Wrestling Federation Presents "Xtreme Battle Zone" LIVE on Pay Per View
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Chris Falkenyork vs Robert Mastro
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"Stone" by Alice in Chains begins to play as the fans get on their feet. The Elite insignia hits the big screen as Chris Falkenyork comes out with a smile on his face. He points at his shirt and smiles.
Falkenyork: My shirt rules!
Worley: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is schedule for one fall. Introducing first, representing The Elite, Chris Falkenyork!
Falkenyork slides into the ring and extends his arms confidently. His music is cut off as "Loner" by Black Sabbath begins to play. Robert Mastro makes his way out looking determined.
Worley: And his opponent representing The Resistance, The Real Mercy Killer, Robert Mastro!
Mastro wastes no time getting in the ring and staring at York. York stands his ground as the referee signals for the bell to ring.
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York circles Mastro to start up and immediately grabs the leg and gets a quick takedown. York hits a left and a right before Mastro pushes him off. Mastro gets to his feet and swings a big clothesline. York ducks under and fires a hard chop. Mastro swings a big right but York evades as he walks back.
Chico: York showing his speed advantage early on.
Manic: Mastro is getting angry. You wouldn’t like him when he gets angry.
Mastro charges at York who side steps and hits him with another chop. Mastro is furious as he charges after York who slides under the top rope to the outside. Mastro follows after him and slides out and he gets hit with a hard running clothesline. York proceeds to stomp down on Mastro who is stunned.
Chico: Mastro hit the back of his head when he landed. You can see he is visibly dazed.
York picks up Mastro by the head and slams him against the protective rail. Mastro bounces off and lands on his knees as he holds his head. York stands in front of him and smiles.
Falkenyork: Come on, big boy! I’m standing right here!
Mastro looks up and gets hit by a running knee by York as he drops down to the canvas. York slides into the ring and motions for the ref to count. The referee look at Mastro and begins the count. 1… 2… 3…. 4….
Manic: Looks like York wants a quick night at the office.
Chico: Too bad for him the XWF doesn’t pay for napping.
Manic: They don’t?
Mastro is slowly getting up as the referee continues. 5…. 6…. 7… Mastro makes it to his feet as York is seen running in the ring. He dives over the top rope into a crossbody right into Mastro. Mastro catches him in mid-air as the fans pop.
Chico: Oh wow! Mastro is stronger than I thought!
Manic: Must be hitting the gym extra hard lately.
Mastro drives York back first into the ring post before dropping him to the ground. Mastro looks around as a sick smile grows on his face. He looks down at York as the referee motions both men to return to the ring. Mastro grabs York by the hair and drives his head into the post before tossing him into the ring.
York is in trouble as Mastro enters the ring and drops a big elbow drop on York and pins 1… 2… kickout. Mastro applies a chinlock as York tries to fight back.
Chico: The pace has come to a crawl which can only benefit Mastro.
Manic: I wouldn’t try to outwrestle York if I was Mastro.
Mastro lets go of the chin lock and proceeds to ground and pound with his elbows to the head of York. York slips out and gets some distance. Mastro gets up and walks right into a dropkick that sends him into the turnbuckle. York charges and drives an elbow to the mid-section pushing Mastro between the second and third rope. York gets some distance and charges once more and hits a beautiful shining wizard in the corner.
The crowd gasps at the sick thud as Mastro drops down lifeless on the mat. York looks around confidently and gets booed by the fans. He shakes his head and proceeds to climb the third rope. York gets up and points at the sign up in the rafter that says BFF arena.
Falkenyork: This is for you buddy!
York leaps into a big splash and catches Mastro across the mid-section. He hooks the leg as the referee counts. 1… 2…. Kickout! York is stunned as the referee raises his hand showing two fingers.
Chico: York thought he had him there!
York yells at the referee to do his job before shaking his head in frustration. He grabs Mastro by the hair who quickly hooks him with a roll up, 1… 2…. Kickout! York gets to his feet first and hits Mastro with a big right. Mastro absorbs it as he gets to his feet and York hits him with another right followed by a left. Mastro fires a big right of his own and York goes down. He quickly gets up and Mastro whips him into the corner and charges right after him with the Fat Express.
The fans cheer as York falls down in a sitting position and Mastro looks around. He nods as he charges and drives his knee right into York’s face. York falls face down as the crowd erupts with anticipation. Mastro gets up and signals for the end.
Manic: Here comes the cradle piledriver! York is done!
Mastro picks up York by the hair and sets him up for the piledriver. York sandbags him and lands on his feet. Mastro picks York up in a tombstone position as the fans pop loudly. York slips out and lands behind Mastro as he hooks him around the waist and drops him with a German suplex. The crowd gets to their feet as York holds on, lifts Mastro up and drops him a second time. York lifts him a third time and Mastro breaks his grip and hits a knee to the midsection.
Mastro picks up York again for the cradle piledriver. York slips out and picks up Mastro up on his shoulders and drops him with the Go to Sleep. York immediately covers Mastro as he hooks the leg, 1… 2… 3!
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Chico: And just like that it is over!
"Stone" by Alice in Chains plays as Danielle announces the winner.
Worley: The winner of this match… Chris Falkenyork!
Winner by Pinfall: Chris Falkenyork
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The referee goes to raise York’s arm but he pulls it away. He grabs his shirt and puts it on as he signals to it and then raises his hand.
Manic: I guess it’s fitting the best friend in the world picks up the big win at the Friends Arena, Chico.
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Nita Spankee is backstage with "The Wonderful" Blaze Rodriguez who is sporting expensive shades and a wonderful looking jacket.
Nita: Now in just a moment you will be going out there to defend your Xtreme Title against "The Modern Day Monster" Rage.
Blaze: That's right.
Blaze chomps his gum and seems like he's too cool to stand still
Nita: Aren't you afraid of getting in the ring with him? I mean, he reigned for eleven months as the World Champion last year.
Blaze: Afraid? Why would I be afraid of Rage? Huh? Especially when I have, super healing powers.
Nita: Super healing powers?
Blaze: That's right! Wait, you didn't know?
Nita: You do?
Blaze: I sure do! There's a lot of things you don't know about me Nita. Come on Nita, touch my bicep.
Blaze extends his arm out as Nita looks a little too excited. Nita touches Blaze's bicep with a smile on her face.
