Tara Fenix Charity Cruise - NIGHT TWO!

{Lights go to black, leaving the arena in dark silence for a few moments before the dark, rhythmic pulses of the beginning of "Majesty" starts. He smiles up at the camera, eyes alight with a savage mania before he leaps to his feet, the motion bringing a massive flash as every light in the arena flares. He holds that position for a few moments, fist raised in the air before sprinting down to ringside. He leaps up onto the Apron, vaulting over the top rope and flipping into a roll that carries him to the opposite side of the ring, where he catches himself in the ropes and lounges amongst them almost casually, bobbing his head along with the music.}

BILL DALTON: Dean Harper is the first one to enter the ring tonight, and he is looking to get a big victory tonight. It’s not going to be easy. Two tough competitors in Dylan Black and Cholo, these three men are going to give one hell of a fight.
COLT COLLINS: I LOVE! DEAN! This guy brings everything to the ring each and every time, and no doubt about it, he’s one of the most exciting people to watch! But damn it… I’d be lying if I said, I really just don’t see him winning tonight. Not over Dylan Black. Dylan came to this cruise FIRED UP and READY TO GO!



“A SPECIAL PLACE IN HEEEEEEEE-E-E-E-ELLLLLL!"

The lights flash green as the riffs to Reid Henry’s hit new single hits the PA system, uplifting and electric! The curtains between the wrestling word and gorilla open up and Dylan pushes his way through them! He pauses, posing for the crowd before strolling down the ramp ever so casually.

SETH EVANS: And making his way to the ring, from Boston Massachusetts! Standing at 6'3" and weighing in at 218 pounds, he is “The Messiah of Mayhem,” DYLAAAAAAAAAAN BLAAAAAAAAAACK!

Dylan rolls under the bottom ropes and holds his hands up in the ring, creating a small lightning arc! He gestures in the boos from those in attendance and just gives off the biggest smirk before he slinks into his corner

COLT COLLINS: This is the man! This is the guy that’s going to do it! I bet my paycheck on it, if Dylan does not win tonight, I will put every dollar that Tara has paid me to the charities! EVERY DOLLAR!
BILL DALTON: That’s quite bold of you. Let’s see how that pays off!

The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix begins to play getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever and flashing that million dollar smile. He makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. He jumps up on the apron and after wiping his boots, respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. Some of the fans get into it, specially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He goes to chill in one corner, awaiting the match to start.

BILL DALTON: And here’s Cholo now! He did win a tournament and gain $5 million, so he just does what he wants. I have to say, he has defeated some of the best in the industry, and so I think he’s got a solid shot of winning this one. I really don’t want to place a bet and count out any of these men, but I think Cholo is looking to have a repeat performance and will do quite well tonight.
COLT COLLINS: Not against Dylan Black. That man is a MACHINE!


At the sound of the bell, the trio begin to circle the ring with their heads darting back and forth from one opponent to the next; Dean and Dylan suddenly give each other a nod, and at the same moment, catch Cholo with a kick that causes him to keel over! Both advance and take him over with a double suplex before springing back to their own feet… Dylan is advancing toward Cholo, only to be blindsided by Dean with a forearm into his lower back! Dean holds him around the waist and drives in another forearm, and a third, before finally delivering an elbow and shoving him forward. Cholo, still pretty fresh, is already getting to his feet and Dean goes for a shoot kick against Cholo but Cholo is able to catch it and gets up to his feet to pull Dean in and take him down with a clothesline! Dylan is up, and is met with a clothesline from Cholo!

BILL DALTON: Out of these three men, Cholo may be the shortest but I think he definitely has the most power and he’s putting on display with those powerful clotheslines! And look at how he’s going to work right away--

Cholo snags Dean’s arm and pulls him back to a standing position before firing in with an uppercut that sends him back a few steps.

BILL DALTON: --he’s already going after Dean Harper, a former IWF Men’s World Champion and IWF Hall of Famer, he has been doing nothing but gaining the attention of the industry since he debuted in 2017!
COLT COLLINS: Did you SEE that clothesline! He nearly took his head clear off!

While Cholo is busy with Dean, Dylan is getting back up to his feet but Cholo sees him out of the corner of his eye and takes him down with a running clothesline! That momentary distraction allowed Dean to recover, and just as Cholo turns toward him, Dean charges in and connects with a jumping calf kick that knocks Cholo to the mat! Dylan and Dean are both getting to their feet and they glance at each other before coming to a mutual agreement, again…

COLT COLLINS: Oh, no! Are they on the same page? Are they sharing minds?!
BILL DALTON: It would appear as if they are! Both Dean and Dylan have taken an arm of Cholo and they are forcing him to a standing position, and a double Irish-whip to send Cholo into the corner.

… Cholo collides into the corner, a little bit dazed, and Dean grabs Dylan by the arm to send him toward him with an Irish-whip; however, Dylan reverses it and Dean connects with a running dropkick to Cholo in the corner! Cholo falls to a seated position, and as soon as Dean is out of the way, Dylan is already running in and connects with a dropkick to a seated Cholo! Cholo is clutching his chest and stomach as he falls over, but Dean isn’t having any of it. Dean grabs Cholo by the hair to pull him back up, and Dylan joins him yet again; they trap him in the corner and start alternating shots against him.

BILL DALTON: This wasn’t a handicap match when the bell rang, but it seems that Dylan Black and Dean Harper are working quite well together to take out Cholo before they turn on each other. You have to imagine that this is for charity, and they would want to earn that prize pool, so you know that they’re not going to work together this entire time!
COLT COLLINS: Exactly, Bill! But it helps their odds to take this down to a one-on-one rather than a triple threat! This just isn’t looking good for Cholo! I’m just… wondering how he’s going to get out of this one.

Dean gestures for Dylan to step aside, and Dylan obliges; Dean sails Cholo over with a snapmare and puts him into a chinlock right after. The assigned referee is trying to check on Cholo to see if he would like to give up, but Cholo is shaking his head… Dylan charges against the ropes and comes back with another dropkick that hits its mark against Cholo and also knocks him loose from the chinlock. Dean stands back up and starts stalking Cholo who is rubbing the back of his neck… Dylan stands up behind Dean and joins him in stalking Cholo.

BILL DALTON: They are being smart in eliminating one man, absolutely, because Cholo is a runner-up in the Quagcup Tournament of 2021! He is not affiliated with any company, but that does not mean to take him as a slouch and I think they know that! I think that’s why they are singling him out. Dean grabs a handful of hair again, but-- oh, what?!

In a sudden reversal of events, Dylan takes a shot against Dean as payback from earlier in the match! Dean stumbles forward, and Dylan kicks Cholo back down before charging forward and pressing an attack against Dean with a series of palm strikes, elbows, and jabs; Dean gives up his back to protect his jaw, and Dylan answers with a deadlift German suplex! Dylan is quick to his feet and sees Cholo starting to come-to, and just as he charges for him, Cholo takes him down with a double leg takedown! Cholo immediately mounts over him and begins to drive some forearms and elbows against Dylan’s head and Dylan does his best to bring his arms up to defend himself. After the count of four, Cholo gets up after and picks Dean up as he is trying to get to his feet only to be taken over with a suplex that drives the wind back out of him!

BILL DALTON: That was a textbook suplex! Cholo is starting to get himself rallied. He’s back up to his feet, and he’s taking Dean with him a second time.
COLT COLLINS: And this crowd is FEELING it, Bill!

Cholo, back up to his feet, has Dean in position for a second vertical suplex! But Dean is able to shift his weight and land on his feet behind Cholo, and immediately charges him forward. Cholo tries to hook his arms around the ropes but is a moment too late as Dean rolls him up, and uses all of his weight to try to get a pin fall!

One!
Two!
Cholo is able to power out!

BILL DALTON: The first near fall of the match, and Dean Harper is trying to regain some of that momentum while shifting Cholo’s momentum away from him. Dean wisely takes a glance at Dylan Black, who is starting to recover, but he sees Cholo is the first one to get up.
COLT COLLINS: We need something big here, Bill! Something that’ll take the wind right out of those sails!

As Cholo is getting up, he also backs away from Dean which causes Dean to charge at him! Cholo is able to kneel over and take Dean up and over with a shoulder back toss, but Dean gets an arm on the rope and is able to save himself on the apron; at the same time, Dylan gets to his feet and charges at the ropes just as Cholo is turning around to connect with a clothesline that sends Cholo toppling to the outside of the ring. Dylan quickly goes for a strike at Dean, but Dean counters; Dean fires a few more shots knocking Dylan back a pace before looking behind him to see Cholo getting up… Dean springs to the middle rope and comes back with a moonsault that connects!

COLT COLLINS: OH, BABY! That height!
BILL DALTON: Tremendous insight by Dean Harper! He was caught between Cholo and Dylan Black, and opted to take the fight to Cholo and took him down with a picture perfect standing moonsault!

And with the crowd loving the athleticism shown by Dean Harper, Dean tries to gloat to the crowd of fans and peers--

BILL DALTON: Oh! No! Dylan Black is getting some speed!

--just to turn around and Dylan Black dives between the top and middle ropes to connect with a suicide dive against Dean Harper! Dean topples backward into the barricade, and now Dylan Black takes a moment to gloat to the crowd, but not long as he drives a headbutt against Dean. Dean slumps against the barricade, and Dylan turns to deliver a stomp against Cholo before picking him up and slamming his head against the ring apron. He rolls him in and goes for a cover.

One! Dean shakes the cobwebs out and starts moving forward.
Two! Dean reaches under the bottom rope, and just as the arm is coming down for three, Dean pulls him out at the same time that Cholo is able to put a foot on the rope anyway.

COLT COLLINS: Do you see that, Bill?! Dean and Dylan are just exchanging shots with each other!
BILL DALTON: I think… I’m certain that Cholo would have in fact gotten the rope break there without the assist, but in either case, he was smart to conserve that energy from powering himself out with a kick-out. But now we have Dean and Dylan going back and forth outside of the ring which is giving Cholo ample time to catch his breath.

Cholo rolls over onto his side and is just watching the carnage taking place outside of the ring along with all of the fans and peers amongst the crowd; Dylan gains the upper hand with a well-placed elbow to the jaw that sends Dean stumbling backward and saving himself from falling by catching the railing. Dylan looks to press the attack but is met with a stiff kick for his effort. Dean grabs Dylan by the head and hits it against the barricade then starts connecting with his own shots against Dylan who is doing his best to defend himself. A knee from Dylan connects with Dean, and Dylan pulls Dean into a front headlock position before gesturing for the crowd to make a hole.

BILL DALTON: What’s he doing? No. No! Think about this!
COLT COLLINS: I think he has!

Following the instruction of Dylan Black, the surrounding people have moved from the vicinity and Dylan lifts Dean up for a suplex over the barricade! Dylan is leaning against it to have saved himself from falling as Dean is lying down in a bit of pain from hitting an unmatted section.

COLT COLLINS: OH, BABY!
BILL DALTON: Folks, this is a triple threat! There is no count out for this match, but the only rule is that it must end inside of that ring.

Cholo finally comes out from inside of the ring as Dylan is still regaining his bearings from the slugfest that ensued with Dean. Dean has rolled over onto his stomach on the other end of the barricade with several people giving him a pat and encouraging him to dust himself off… Just as Dean is back to a standing position, Cholo charges for Dylan; Dylan is able to duck down and take Cholo over with a shoulder back toss in the direction of Dean! Dean is able to brace himself and CATCHES Cholo before taking him down with a powerbomb!

COLT COLLINS: OH! BABY! Did you see that!
BILL DALTON: How could you miss it? Dean Harper, in the blink of an eye, was able to brace himself for 230 pounds coming at him, CATCH HIM, and drop him for a powerbomb! Now, I do believe that they need to take this action back into the ring for the safety and well-being of our audience…
COLT COLLINS: A number of them are in the business, and know the risk!
BILL DALTON: But this is not their match! Let’s just spill this action back into the ring!

Dylan climbs over the barricade to join the other two, and takes a swing at Dean. Dean counters with a punch but it doesn’t seem to phase Dylan, or the adrenaline is kicking in Dylan, as he drives forward with a headbutt! Both men stagger following the headbutt, but Dylan is the first to recover and fires a back elbow that connects with Dean’s jaw. They start fighting further back through the audience. Security is trying to make a hole through the crowd while Dylan and Dean continue battering each other, but one good strike from Dylan sends Dean staggering back to the crowd until they are near the barricade taking them near the ramp…

BILL DALTON: They’re going further and further, but this match can only end one way! And that is inside of the ring!
COLT COLLINS: I’m just… wondering. Dean is looking for something?

With his back to Dylan, who is starting to close in, Dean takes one of the pumpkins off of the barricade and turns to Dylan and flings it at him as hard as he can! The pumpkin smashes against Dylan with enough force that forces him down, and as he is getting back up, Dean has already sprung forward and connects with a bicycle knee that sends him back down!

COLT COLLINS: He just hit him with a pumpkin!
BILL DALTON: The referee doesn’t know what to do.

Back near the other side, Cholo is starting to get back up but is holding his back. He looks for his adversaries but it’s hard for him to spot them through the crowd; all he can do is go in the direction where the crowd is looking.

Dean is firing away with everything he has at Dylan, and drives a knee to his midsection before setting him up and taking him over with a snap suplex!

BILL DALTON: Colt, that’s on the unprotected deck! That is not an easy landing!
COLT COLLINS: Oh, not at all, Dylan looks like he’s feeling it.

Dylan arches his back in pain and he slowly rolls over onto his stomach to try and push himself back to his feet. Dean is the first one to his feet, and immediately goes toward him to throw a few forearms to keep him staggered...

Cholo is still on his way through the crowd, pushing his way through, until he finally has eyes on his two opponents. Dean still has the upper hand while taking Dylan closer to the barricade by the ramp; Dean gets him against the barricade, only to be met with a reverse elbow that sends Dean staggering away just in the nick of time, and Cholo charges in to connect with a cactus clothesline that sends him and Dylan over the barricade!

BILL DALTON: Dean Harper was just inadvertently saved by an elbow from Dylan that took him out of the line of fire.
COLT COLLINS: And he doesn’t know what just happened!

Dean, holding his jaw, is looking back and forth for a moment then walks to the barricade; on the other side, Cholo is back up, and pulls Dylan with him as he continues the onslaught that Dean had started. Dean climbs up onto the barricade while Dylan and Cholo are fighting… Dylan connects with a palm strike, and Cholo stumbles back and turns around just to be caught with a diving cross body from Dean! BUT CHOLO CATCHES HIM!

COLT COLLINS: No way!

Cholo is able to turn around which is when Dylan advances and connects with a dropkick into Dean Harper, causing Cholo to also tumble over!

BILL DALTON: Dylan is finally able to fire back, and he is looking to generate some momentum. He isn’t giving Dean a moment here.

Dylan grabs Dean by the head and pulls him to his feet before driving down with a headbutt! Dean falls back over Cholo, and Dylan kicks him in the side that sends him tumbling over, then stomps down to Cholo’s stomach; Dylan leans down to grab a handful of Cholo’s hair and stand him up… he circles behind him to connect with a deadlift German Suplex! Dean is starting to get up, but Dylan is already up and spots him; he charges in and delivers a running knee strike! Dean tumbles back toward the barricade and Dylan is still advancing toward him.

BILL DALTON: Dylan is on a mission now! He is going back and forth between both of them.

Dylan reaches down for the LED strip of lights and starts pulling it up, and quickly starts wrapping it around Dean’s neck.

COLT COLLINS: This isn’t a no disqualification, right?
BILL DALTON: It’s not! I wonder if they’re going to disqualify just Dylan from the match? Turn this into a one-on-one! But the referee isn’t currently doing a damn thing about it!

Dylan is pulling on the string of lights tight to deprive Dean of an oxygen flow, as Dean is grasping at the lights to try and loosen the grip; it’s to no avail and he can’t get his fingers between them as Dylan is now dragging Dean to a standing position before slamming his head down onto the barricade, then pulls tight on the lights again! Cholo is getting up and seeing what’s going on, and charges in to connect with a clothesline to Dylan’s back!

BILL DALTON: Cholo makes the save for Dean Harper! Dean is just now trying to pull that from around his neck and regain some oxygen flow.

Dylan has tumbled forward and Cholo gets Dylan with the El Matador! Cholo in full control is squeezing the submission as tight as he can as Dylan is trying to get free from it, Cholo has firm control; Dean is taking this time to regain as the match cannot end outside of the match, he doesn’t have too much concern. Cholo finally flings Dylan to the side in satisfaction then walks toward Dean and extends a hand.

COLT COLLINS: A handshake?

CHOLO: You alright?

Cholo asks Dean, and Dean takes his hand as he nods. Cholo helps him to his feet and looks like he’s about to let go, when he suddenly pulls Dean in to go for a short-arm clothesline! Dean is able to duck underneath and almost runs into the side of the ramp but with a spring in his step, he leaps to the top of it-- he glances behind him to see if Cholo is close enough, and confident with his own ability, comes back with a moonsault for Cholo! He catches Cholo in an inverted headlock, and drops him with a reverse DDT!

COLT COLLINS: Oh, BABY! What a move!
BILL DALTON: It’s still every man for himself in this Halloween opener!

Dylan and Dean get to their feet at about the same time; Dean goes for the barricade to pull another pumpkin and just as he turns, Dylan is striking for a closed punch! Dean gets the pumpkin between them, and Dylan punches a hole right into it; Dylan seems to have his hand stuck in the pumpkin, and Dean uses a bell clap against him then drives a kick forward to his stomach. Dean then moves forward and grabs Dylan by the head to drag him as he circles them back around to the ramp with full intention of taking him back to the ring.

Cholo is back up, stunned, but following en route.

COLT COLLINS: This match is finally coming back!
BILL DALTON: Cholo is trying to catch up, and Dean is charging Dylan forward! He’s going to smash his head right on the apron, and! Dylan stops it!

Just as Dean is trying to smash Dylan’s head against the barricade, Dylan gets his pumpkin-covered hand in the way to prevent it; Dylan hits the pumpkin up afterward to connect with Dean’s head then finally shakes it loose… He smashes Dean’s head against the apron and rolls him into the ring. Dean rolls through and is back to his feet shaking the cobwebs out rather quickly. Cholo sees Dylan starting to climb up onto the apron, and opts to slide in! At the same moment, Dean seizes the perfect moment and as Dylan’s neck is on level with the middle rope, he kicks the middle rope into his neck!

BILL DALTON: Impeccable timing! But Cholo is inside the ring and looking to take the fight to Dean, and Dylan is clinging to his neck.

Inside of the ring, Cholo fires for a Clothesline From Hell--

COLT COLLINS: He may just-- NO!

--Dean ducks, and springs off the ropes to hit Cholo with UP IS DOWN! Dylan is recovering outside of the ring. Dean goes for the cover:

One!
Dylan spots what is happening and slides into the ring.
TWO!
Dylan isn’t able to get to his feet, but just launches himself forward for a double axe handle smash!
TH-- DYLAN BREAKS IT UP!

BILL DALTON: A close call! These men have all had a great deal of punishment!

Dylan and Dean both get to their feet at the same time, but Dylan catches him with DISASTERPIECE! Dean falls backwards, flat on his back, and Dylan falls over him to go for the cover:

One!
Cholo is looking over.
TWO!
Cholo gets up to a knee.
TH-- CHOLO HITS AN ELBOW ON DYLAN!

Cholo now gets to his feet and pulls Dylan up with him and gets him back into an El Matador! Dylan is resisting the urge to tap; about fifteen seconds into the hold, Dean Harper is finally starting to get up… Cholo is wise to it, and now lifts Dylan up and slams him down with his finishing move so that he can focus on Dean Harper! Dean stands up just as he sees Cholo coming and DANCE THE SPIRAL!

COLT COLLINS: OH! BABY! THAT KICK! DEAN HARPER HITS IT OUT OF NOWHERE!

As Cholo collapses to the ground, Dean Harper falls on top of him and barely manages to hook the leg:

One!
Dylan Black is still hurt; down, but is looking over and starting to move toward them.
TWO!
Dylan reaches a hand for Dean’s foot.
THREE!!!

Not fast enough! The bell sounds!

SETH EVANS: Your winner! BY! WAY! OF! PIN! FALL! DEAN! HARPER!

BILL DALTON: What a fight! What an opener! These three men took this fight, used pumpkins, used our LED lights, and I’m sure had there been more available use, it would’ve been carnage! But they made due! Dylan Black looks disappointed that he didn’t make it, but Dean stands victorious in the center of the ring!

Colt Collins: And here we have it...a match I’ve been waiting for all night.

Bill Dalton: This is a NCW rewind match. We get to see two men who made their mark on this business with the now closed NCW brand. It had attempts to bring it back but it’s legacy is mostly attached to the Imperial Wrestling Federation.

Colt Collins: Rumor has it that Adam and Angel don’t like each other very much. How much of that is for sure and how much is that is just legit loathing?

Bill Dalton: I don’t really like to dig into the personal lives of the wrestlers here. Both of these men are here for charity and I think that should be the focus.

Colt Collins: Right. And what charity will these two men donate to? It’s not clear. That might just be keeping the lid on what these men truly care about or it might be because no charity wants to be associated with either of these men.

Bill Dalton: I don’t think that’s something we should be discussing. Let’s focus on what these men bring to the table.

Colt Collins: You’re so boring.

Bill Dalton: Blake is a Brutal striker with a mind toward dissecting his opponents, generally targeting a specific body part the entire match mixed with his supreme technical skills and high flyer he can be a hard man to beat.

Colt Collins: Plus he’s got the face paint thing.

Bill Dalton: Adam on the other hand is an extreme powerhouse with some technical backing. He is something to be seen in the ring. He got the nickname King of NCW for a reason.

Colt Collins: The other guy is called God though so like...

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen...Standing 6’1’’ weighing in at 228 pounds… Angel “God” Blake!


{ All the lights in the arena go out as words blaze aKnite the Imperitron. }

Blessed are the wicked who are healed by my hands.

{ The opening notes of the orchestra version of Gateways begins to play as flames erupt aKnite the stage like napalm. Slowly Angel Blake begins to rise from within the flames with his arms outstretched wearing a long black coat with the birthdate of his grandson embroidered on the back. Angel throws his arms up in the air as the metal version of Gateways really kicks into gear. Flames erupt all the way down the stage and ignite the ring posts as well as the lyrics finally kick in. }

The core principle of freedom
Is the only notion to obey
The formula of evolution and sin
Leading the way

{ Angel steps out of the flames looBlake over to the crowd with a terrible grin before looBlake toward the ring. He scowls as he begins to walk, flames erupting behind him with every step. Angel finally reaches the ring, lifting his coat to walk up the steps. He stops on the apron and looks out toward the crowd as the song blasts. Blake throws his arms out and his head back as the arena lights go up to a blinding level. Blake turns and steps into the ring with confidence heading over to the far corner. The chorus comes back around as Angel stands up on the second turnbuckle and Knitees his arms over his head in an X. Blake hops down and turns his back to the corner and waits in the ring for the match to begin. }

Colt Collins: I got chills there.

Bill Dalton: Angel does love to make an entrance.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen… standing at 6’6’’ and weighing in at 265 pounds.. ADAM KNITE!

{The lights in the arena go out as the only glimmer of light is from the nCw-tron flashing the name of Adam Knite as Trade yourself In by Shinedown begins to play. Adam steps out and the strobe lights begin flashing on and off as the fans begin to boo wildly. Adam makes his way to the ring as the lights come back on playing to the fans the entire way, he slides under th bottom rope and after playing to the crowd some more waits for the start of the match.}

Colt Collins: Oh baby...THERE HE IS!

Bill Dalton: You have a favorite going into this match.

Colt Collins: Love him or hate him, Adam Knite knows how to put on a show.

{Adam hops off the turnbuckle, turning to the ref shaking his hand, before staring at Angel Blake as the two get nose to nose. The ref signals for the bell. Barely a moment passes before Angel strikes Adam Knite in the face! Adam takes a couple feet back and slips out of the ring!}


Colt Collins: What the hell?!

Bill Dalton: Angel Blake has been waiting too long for this I reckon.

{Angel slides out of the ring, looking at Adam who is clutching his head, Angel hits him with a Tara's Wings, a Lifting double arm ddt onto the deck of the ship. The ref is counting and Angel slides back into the ring, pacing like a shark.}

Colt Collins: Angel Blake tried to murder Adam Knite!

Bill Dalton: Don’t be dramatic.

{Adam finally gets to his feet and rolls into the ring, as Angel reaches over the top rope grabbing Adam by his hair. Adam leaps to the apron to prevent Angel from causing him any bald spots. Knite throws a jab knocking Angel back. Adam quickly leaps to the top rope, springboarding off. But Angel is ready, punching Adam midair right in the gut taking the taller man crashing down to his knees. Angel quickly squares up, throwing hard strikes aiming from the small cut he created on Adam’s head earlier. Adam staggers to his feet, trying to get away from Angel who isn’t letting up. Angel gets Adam in the corner, throwing a knee into Knite’s gut, before throwing a solid right that causes Adam’s legs to go noodle as he falls onto the ground.}

Colt Collins: And it’s been nothing but Angel Blake from the start!

Bill Dalton: He’s been waiting years to get his hands on Adam, and he’s gonna make every strike count!

{Adam looks completely out of it, as Angel hammers away venting out his frustrations with Knite. The Ref eventually steps in between the two, as Angel looking a bit annoyed, slides out the ring, reaching under the apron he pulls out a steel chair. Adam grabs onto the ref lifting himself back to his feet as Knite rushes forward throwing himself over the ropes at Angel who looks up just quickly enough to crack the chair across the side and back of Adam Knite throwing him off to the side a bit crashing onto the ring apron. Angel looks around, then back at the chair, proud of himself as he raises it in the air. Bringing it across the side of Adam with a vicious thud as the chair immediately bends slightly. He raises it up again, as Adam tries to defend himself as Angel brings it down with another vicious thud.}

Colt Collins: Jesus christ, each thud of that chair I feel myself cringing a little more and more.

Bill Dalton: This has been a night of brutality, and this match was going to be no exception.

{Angel throws the chair down hitting Adam with it once more, as he looks around, before kneeling under the apron once more, grabbing one of the ring tech’s toolboxes, he grabs a pair of bolt cutters.}


Bill Dalton: I don’t like the look of that.

{Adam is staggering a bit in the corner, as the ref is checking on him. Adam grabs onto the ref’s shirt telling him he’s fine, with a typical psychotic smile. Angel turns. The ref backs off a bit as Adam staggers to his feet, Angel tosses the bolt cutters onto the apron as he throws a hard right as Adam who staggers backward into the ring. Adam bounces off, coming out with whatever fire he has left, catching Angel with a forearm staggering his opponent. Angel grabs the bolt cutters, hitting Adam in the forearm with ‘em as Adam clutches his hand. Angel brings the bolt cutters down on his left ring finger.}

Colt Collins: God No!

Bill Dalton: REF STOP THIS!

{Before the ref can react, Adam shoves his thumb into the eye of Angel Blake, who immediately staggers backward holding his face. Adam tosses the bolt cutters as far as he can, before charging forward hitting Angel in the back with a dropkick, sending Blake shoulder first into the steel ring steps, which fly apart in the impact. Adam falls backward grabbing onto the ring post trying to keep himself upright. Bruises are already forming on his back and side, a small trail of blood leaking from the shot he took at the beginning of the match. Angel gets to his feet, as Adam charges looking to splash Blake into the floor. But Blake catches Adam in his arms, throwing him into the cell wall with a Belly-to-belly suplex! Knite slams into the cell, as he falls to the ground landing on his neck awkwardly. Angel slowly picks himself back up, rotating his arm where his shoulder was slammed into the steps, as he slides into the ring. Glancing at the ref, who goes to check on Adam.}

Colt Collins: Just when you think that Knite has a momentum shift, Angel Blake puts him in his place.

Bill Dalton: This has been a brutal beating of Adam Knite.

{The ref checks on Adam, who shoves at him, refusing to give up. Angel shakes his head leaning in the corner as Adam grabs onto the ropes. Picking himself up, he staggers forward into the ring as The ref follows. Angel steps out, grabbing Adam by the head, before sending a hard right hand into the face of Adam Knite who staggers backward, as Angel hits him with a hard left jab lifting Adam off his feet. Blake grabs Knite by the shoulders, sending a knee into the champ’s gut, before shoving him backward into the ropes. Angel looks to take Adam’s head off with the final tilt, but Adam ducks the clothesline, charging forward he leaps onto the top rope, before launching himself onto the floor!}

Colt Collins: Adam Knite is auditioning for Spiderman!

{Crashing into Angel Blake who was going to try and reverse it into a move with the momentum, but Adam wraps his arm around Blake’s head and turns it into Falling Tornado DDT! Planting Angel headfirst into the ring! Adam quickly goes for the pinfall, as The ref slides around to count the fall!}

The ref: One…!

{Angel Blake throws his shoulder up immediately, as Adam grabs his own hair, looking exhausted.}

The ref: One! One!

Adam Knite: Can you even count?!

The ref: Watch it.

Adam Knite: I know! I know! You’re doing your best, I’m just really frustrated!

Colt Collins: The first pin attempt by the king, but Angel makes a strong statement kicking out at one after Adam gets his first real bit off offense in.

Bill Dalton: And the back and forth between The ref, Adam better watch himself…

{Angel rolls away while Adam is arguing with The ref, as he slips out of the ring checking his shoulder, and his head where Adam implanted the DDT. Blake tries to shake it off, and regain his process. But Adam sees this, shoving The ref out of the way and Adam dives through the ropes legs first hitting Angel in the side of the shoulder knocking him to the floor!}

Colt Collins: What...What the hell?

{ Adam grabs himself a steel chair, looking for a little payback. Folding the chair up, Adam doesn’t hold back as he hits Angel Blake square in the head with an unprotected chair shot! Angel’s body flails a bit, but he grabs onto the apron enough so his neck doesn’t move too much. Adam sends another sickening shot with the steel chair. Adam takes a few steps back,as the ref goes to check on Angel, but Adam throws the chair into the head of Angel Blake, followed by a dropkick! Sending Angel Blake crashing backwards into the ring apron, as he clutches at his throat and head, rolling around in pain. The ref quickly checks on Angel.}

Colt Collins: I...thought Adam was going to try to take Angel’s head off.

Bill Dalton: Adam has the momentum he wanted, and Angel has to be hurt…

{Adam drops to a knee, as he begins to laugh maniacally. Angel rolls into the ring, trying to put space between himself and Adam, as he is in a complete daze now. The ref tries to back Adam up, but Adam points at Angel not wanting to give up his momentum. Adam staggers over to Angel, but Angel rises up with a hard right hand to the gut of Adam Knite, who immediately hits his knees clutching his stomach. Angel pulls back and strikes across the skull of Adam Knite and delivers the Divine Wrath! Knite crumbles down to the mat now, and Angel takes a deep breath, slamming himself in the face as he crawls over to Adam throwing an arm over the shorter man for a pin attempt. The ref slides down to count it.}

The ref: One...two…

{Adam throws his arm up, like he’s trying to grab the ceiling. Angel rolls over, clutching his head as he slowly sits up, rolling over to the ring ropes pulling himself up.}

Colt Collins: Angel Blake isn’t out of the fight yet, both men are not walking out of this match the same.

Bill Dalton: The pursuit of bragging rights is a deadly advance. They’ll be lucky to walk out of the arena on their own power.

{Angel staggers forward, still seeing stars as Adam rolls over to his stomach, pushing himself to his knees. Angel throws a hard kick catching Adam right in the ribcage, before stepping on the back of Adam’s head driving his face into the ring mat. Angel rubs his boot on the back of Adam’s head, smashing his face hard into the ground. Adam flails a bit, feeling the cartilage in his nose beginning to give way, as he reaches up with his hand around Angel’s ankle forcing it up just enough to slip out of his boot, rolling out of the ring. Adam puts the distance to catch his breath. Angel takes the same time, as the two men keep their eyes locked on one another as trickles of blood run down Adam’s nose, as Angel’s face is starting to bruise up from the unprotected chair shots.}

Colt Collins: You can cut the tension with a knife, the two warriors staring each other down.

Bill Dalton: How much more do they have to give?

{Both men look at each other, Adam stalking the outside for a moment before sliding back in. Angel swings again, Adam immediately ducking under and springboarding off the ropes for a moonsault that catches Angel flush on the body! Knite immediately shifts backwards and rains down a barrage of fists on Angel, who finds it his own turn to shove off an assailant. The two get back to their feet, Angel going for another Divine Wrath! No! Knite ducks the shot, hooks the arms, and nails the Muscle Buster! Angel bowls forward, and Knite quickly covers him with a double leg cradle as The ref drops to count!

ONE! TWO! THR—Angel kicks out again! Knite leaps to his feet, ready to get in The ref’s face again, but waves it off, grunting in frustration and laying a kick into the bottom rope as he walks towards the corner.}

Bill Dalton: Angel Blake showing some resiliency there, kicking out right after being dumped straight on his head!

Colt Collins: Neither of these men wants to admit defeat to the other. Neither of them wants to concede that they couldn’t get the job done. This is about pride as much as it is a showcase.

{Knite beckons Angel to his feet, shouting at him with a bloodthirsty glint in his eye. He bounces on the soles of his feet, readying as Angel gets his knee underneath him, and charges in, looking for the Perfect Plex! Angel swats him to the side, forcing himself to his feet, and hits the ropes on the rebound, looking for the Divine Punishment! Knite ducks this time, catching Angel as he turns with a kick to the gut! No! Angel catches it! Knite counters right back, delivering a bicycle kick to Angel’s chest! Angel stumbles into the ropes, and Knite takes a step back before roaring in to nail the PERFECT DARK! NO! Angel COUNTERS IT Divine Justice! Knite BOUNCES TO HIS FEET AND TRIES AGAIN! ANOTHER Divine Justice! Adam staggers back into the corner, and Angel roars in with a huge elbow shot, scooping up Knite as he staggers out for a Snake Eyes! Knite bounces off the top turnbuckle, and Angel hits the ropes one more time, finally nailing the GENOCIDE KICK and turning Adam head over heels! Angel covers!

ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Angel nods again, frustration evident on his own face, but he remains focused, carefully dragging Adam to his feet.}

Bill Dalton: Angel said he’d defeat Adam here, he’s going to do his best to bring it to life.

Colt Collins: I think Knite would rather die than lose, and after what happened earlier Angel’s clearly all too ready to return the favor!

{Angel sneers at Knite’s bloodied visage as he drags him up to his feet one more time, shaking his head before leaping to deliver the cutter that sets up the In the Name of the Lord ! NO! Knite snares Angel in a rear waistlock, powering him over with a huge German suplex! When the two crash to the mat, though, Knite doesn’t let go, shaking his head as he pulls Angel up for another one! The ref watches in bewilderment as Adam struggles back to his feet, having to dig deep after the abuse he’s suffered to deliver a third German suplex! Knite bridges!

ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT AGAIN! Knite stalks around the ring, stomping frustratedly, and walks back over to Angel, dragging his thumb across his throat.}

Bill Dalton: Knite is calling for the killshot!

{Adam loads Angel up in a powerbomb position, trying to lift him into place to deliver the Falling Gutwrench Powerbomb! Angel hooks his arms under Knite’s knees, however, blocking the lift for the lethal move. Knite hammers away on his shoulderblades, delivering blow after blow that buckle and wither the lord as he stubbornly tries to fight. After about six shots, Knite goes to lift Angel again, managing to get him up into a traditional powerbomb position. As he goes to drop him, though, Angel manages to push off and land behind Adam, grabbing his head and delivering a neckbreaker! Angel wastes no time, hauling Knite up to his feet and hooking one arm, then the other into position for the Last Gasp ! NO! Knite snaps his arms free and scores a double-leg takedown, standing over Angel holding his legs! through Angel’s legs, crossing them. As Knite goes to turn Angel over, Angel pops his hips and yanks his legs back, tripping Knite onto his back. Angel pushes himself to his feet, quickly grabbing Knite’s leg and dropping an elbow into the crook of the leg! He spins to his feet, delivering a second, then a third, before pulling up Knite and casually scooping him into a half nelson backbreaker! Knite convulses on the mat, and Angel keeps the arm hooked, spinning through and hooking both arms for a quick Divine Justice! The deadly finishing move drives Knite’s head into the canvas, and Angel covers, exhausted!

ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! Adam Knite KICKS OUT AT THE LAST MINUTE! Angel looks to The ref in disbelief, asking for confirmation on the count, and The ref nods, flashing two fingers. Angel sighs, nodding back in reluctant agreement before he stands up, hauling Knite along with him.}

Colt Collins: This is a charity cruise! This is a rematch of the ages!

Bill Dalton: Well, it looks like Angel Blake is planning on making it tw—OH!

{As bill’s interrupted, Knite shoots a low blow between Angel’s legs, doubling him over. The ref shouts at Knite for the shortcut, but Knite doesn’t seem to care. He backs up, letting Angel double over, and runs in, drilling him across the side of the face with the KNITES OF THE ROUND! Angel sprawls across the mat, twitching, and Knite covers, hooking Angel’s leg tight as he can and kicking his feet against the mat!

ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Knite springs to his feet, shaking his head like a madman, and beckons him up again, but this time as Angel reaches his knee he’s smashed in the side of the head by a vicious superkick!}

Bill Dalton: PERFECT DARK! OH NO!

Colt Collins: Oh baby!

{Knite covers again, hooking both legs!

ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! ANOTHER KICKOUT JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! Knite leaps to his feet, shouting at the ref and debating the count again. The ref shakes his head, miming his cadence, and Knite mimes a faster cadence, pointing at Angel and shouting. The ref shakes his head, pointing back to Angel and telling Knite to get back into the fight. Knite shoves The ref in frustration before turning away, and The ref grabs Knite’s shoulder. Adam throws his hand off, glaring daggers into The ref, and cocks a fist back. The ref, weary though he is from the night’s events, sticks his chin out, almost daring Knite to throw. Something in Adam’s eyes relents, though, and he lowers his fist, turning back...INTO THE DEADLIGHTS FROM Angel Blake! Angel COVERS!

ONE! TWO! THRE—Knite THROWS THE SHOULDER UP DEFINITELY!}

Bill Dalton: The heart of Adam Knite! The determination! Love him or hate him, he is NOT going down without a fight!

Colt Collins: He’s certainly making a game of it, Bill!

--Draw--

{Angel moves off but Adam with a sprint of fire hits Angel with a KNITES OF THE ROUND!}

Bill Dalton: Oh this could be it folks!

Colt Collins: Oh baby!

{Adam staggers slightly, goes to a knee and then falls on the mat.}

Bill Dalton: ...Did Adam Knite run out of gas?

Colt Collins: He can’t do that, can he?

{the ref begins the count
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10!
The bell is rung, no contest as neither can finish the match!}

Bill Dalton: I think this will be up to Tara to see which charity gets the funds.

Colt Collins: Wild.

Bill Dalton: Here we have a tag team match with mixed gender.
Colt Collins: It’s not the first match to have men fighting women but it will at least be fun to watch. Not that the other wasn’t also fun. Just got sibling stuff in it.
Bill Dalton: Dig up. Please.

{ The arena goes pitch black as the sound of a pack of wolves howls hauntingly can be heard over the speakers.}

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

{The picture of a pair of glowing golden wolf eyes appears out of the darkness (on the Taratron).}

“I am a.. Warrior.
I will never stop.
Yeah!”

{The lights begin to flash with the music and standing in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in what appears to be Norse tribal attire made of Wolf pelts. A black and grey wolf pelt wrapped around her shoulders and held in place by a silver chain connected via 2 wolves heads. Covering her face is a Wolf mask as golden blonde hair spills down her back in various braids decorated with beads and other “trinkets”. She’s wearing a pair of black leather pants that clings to every curve, a pair of knee-high black heeled boots with fur around the top. Clinging to her upper-body is a black leather corset with various buckles, fur and spikes.}

“Sometimes I feel like I’m falling.”

{Black Feathers start to fall all around her as she stands and sways slightly in the center of the stage.}

“So fast from the sky.
From the weight of my life.
Sometimes I feel like I’m hunted.”

{The woman raises her head up and looks as if she’s stretching/popping her neck and rolling her hands into fists.}

“Attack me with knives.
Cut me up in the night.”

{At the next verse, she lifts her head up and lets out what could only be considered a battle cry.}

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a.. Warrior.
I will never stop.”

{As the lights brighten the arena, everyone now sees that she’s surrounded by a group of both men and women dressed much like herself. Two of which held the chains to very large black wolves.}

“What doesn’t kill me,
Makes me stronger.
I am the Wolf.
I am the Hunter.
I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

{She then pushes away from where she stands and starts down the ramp towards the ring. The man and woman holding the two wolves follow behind her. The Wolves following.}

“No, I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
I leave behind all the lies.
I taught myself to survive.

I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a.. Warrior.
I will never stop.”

{She comes to a stop as she reaches the end of the ramp and stands before the ring.. In silence.}

“What doesn’t kill me,
Makes me stronger.
I am the Wolf.
I am the Hunter.”

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a…”

{As the drums begin to beat over the speakers, she then climbs onto the apron and slips between the ropes.}

“I am a…”

{She moves to the middle of the ring and takes a stance.}

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

{She then raises her fist up into the air.}

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.
I am a.. Warrior
I will never stop.
What doesn’t kill me,
Makes me stronger.
I am the Wolf
I am the Hunter.”

“I am a.. Warrior.
I walk with the Gods.”

{She then raises both arms up, throws her head back and lets out another battle cry.}

“YEAH!”
{By the time the song ends, she's standing in the center of the ring ready to do battle.}

SETH EVANS: First, Weighing in at 140 pounds, standing at 5’10’’ hailing from Baton Rouge, LA…VALKYRIE!

Colt Collins: Valkyrie has a total vibe that she could kill you and I am into it.
Bill Dalton: Valkyrie fights in Fight NYC and Project Honor

Booming voice over the speakers: “Brought to you by Dru Brew; for all your boozy cannabis needs, it’s Dru Brew, sit down and cast a spell, Dru Brew, now Hex Free! Heeeeeeeeere’s THE PROPHET!”

{The arena lights dimmed, colorful strobe lights started to shift from reds to purples to blues as smoke began to fill the arena. Once the curtain moved, that lithe frame silhouetted by the pyrotechnics; the music grew louder, beginning to thrum. A good beat. Rock. The crowd danced. They cheered! They went wild when the spotlight hit her. Tara’s Charity Cruise would never be the same!}

“So won’t you come and play with me?”

{Ring gear was tight. Black pants, painted on her toned legs, that slid down into those knee high boots. Each beat took Dru closer to the ring. Stopping only briefly to flirt with the people. Waving to fans and friends. Tossing those long locks over her shoulder, she spun with the rhythm of the music. More smoke slithered around her, fading the colorful stage lights.}

“I’m a freak and you know it...”

{She danced down the ramp, wiggling to the beat. While this woman was fierce, she was also ice cold. This entrance just oozed the power she possessed. From fun-loving to blood-shed; she had it all. She was it all. She was the total package, which is why she was signed. FIGHT!NYC was painted clearly across her chest, just above the well known Dru Brew logo on her ripped tank top. Chorus began to pound on the speakers, Dru knew what to do. She waltzed by the announcers table and sat her sexy ass down for a moment, before….}

“I can be good. But I can be bad. You think these names would be making me sad, but it don’t bother me...”

{She jumped onto the table, hyping the crowd up as she raised her arms above her head, shaking to the song, hips swaying left and right. Toned abs glistened in the foggy lights. The arena erupted in screams! The chant “Prophet” resumed, as the men in the crowd began to whistle, hell, even the women tried to catch her eye. She knelt down, grinning, flashing those platinum fangs to Colt Collins as she ran her nails down his cheek before throwing his head back and she performed a backflip, perfectly executed, off the announcers table. Bill Dalton, clearly intrigued, had nothing to say.}

Dru was feisty. Dru was sexy. Dru was a titan. She was Fight! NYC’s Bareknuckle champion for a reason!

“I’m a freak and you know it. I’m a freak, don’t I show it. I’m a freak and I own it.”

{The camera panned closer to her, she winked and blew a kiss to the fans at home. Touching her hand above her breast, over her heart, before she swayed a little more. The song was pounding. The beat pushing her. Those crystal blue eyes locked on the ring. Her home. And she gave one more wink to the camera before she licked her lips and pulled herself up into the ring. Swinging one muscled leg over the top rope. As the rest of her body followed suit, like a predator, she climbed the corner turnbuckle returning to hyping the crowd.}

{This was her element. This was her dream. This was who she was. She was The Prophet, and she dominated the ring. Anyone who stood toe to toe with her, knew exactly how violent she was. How deadly. How lethal. }

“I’m a Freak.”

{Once the song ended, and the lights went pitch; Dru howled in the darkness. The sound so jarring, so haunting.. It sent chills down even the veteran’s spines. The smoke began to clear. The lights came up, and Dru was in the center of the ring. This was her territory. No One would take it from her.}


SETH EVANS: And her teammate, weighing in at 135 pounds, standing at 5’9’’ hailing from New York, New York …Druscilla White!

Colt Collins: I’m gonna be honest… I think that’s my favorite entrance so far.

Bill Dalton: Druscilla is a one of a kind talent, I’ll give you that.

Ring Announcer: And in the other team...

{ The lights go out and the snow steady beat of New Divide by Linkin Park plays and the crowd gives a good cheer for Warren Kane as he emerges from behind the curtains wearing a simple leather jacket, with his hands at his hips and a smile on his face. He then heads towards the ring, stopping to touch hands with members of the crowd before stopping in front of the ring. Closes his eyes, takes a breath before jumping up onto the apron, climbing the turnbuckle on the outside and raising his arms in the air getting a positive reaction from the crowd. The music dies down and the lights return to normal as he drops into the ring.}

SETH EVANS: Weighing in at 205 pounds, standing at 6’1’’ hailing from London, England…Warren Kane!

Colt Collins: Warren has been having a little difficult time on the cruise.
Bill Dalton: I don’t think we are allowed to comment on the segments.
Colt Collins: My point stands.

{Lights dim as the opening riffs to Shoot to Thrill hit, and flashes of white light begin to pulse along with the music as it picks up pace. The stage fills with dry ice as Dawn steps out from backstage, smiling maniacally and rocking out to the music. She points to the crowd and tries to get them pumped up. When the chorus hits, she raises her fists in the air as she lets out a shout of excitement punctuated by a blast of simple white pyro around her. She holds that pose until the second iteration of "Shoot to Thrill" in the chorus, at which point she charges into the ring and slides in, spinning with the momentum to her feet as she urges the crowd to get to their feet and rock along with her. After a few moments she will settle into her corner.}

SETH EVANS: And his teammate, weighing in at 125 pounds, standing at 5’4’’ hailing from Salem, Mass ...Dawn Halliwell!

Colt Collins: Dawn had some pretty intense things to say leading up to this match. Think that’ll backfire?
Bill Dalton: I’m sure Valkyrie and Druscilla won't be affected by some name calling.


{As all people go to their respective corners there is a discussion on who will start the match. Valkyrie stands in the ring first which causes Dawn and Warren to do a quick paper rock scissors. Warren loses and Dawn pats him on the shoulder before going outside the ropes and waiting.}

Colt Collins: Interesting start to the match.
Bill Dalton: Warren has never fought a woman in the ring. He likely wanted to take some more time to warm up to the fact.

{As soon as the bell rings Warren springs out of his corner hitting Valkyrie with a Pele kick to the face, knocking the girl against the turnbuckle. He grabs Valkyrie and drags her out of the corner before Druscilla can tag herself in. He drops Valkyrie in the center of the ring.}

Colt Collins: Warren is doing well for never fighting a girl before.
Bill Dalton: One of Warren’s strengths is his speed.

{Warren picks Valkyrie up and hits her with a Tilt-a-whirl Back Breaker followed by a implant DDT!}

Colt Collins: Really not holding back here.
Bill Dalton: He seems pretty focused. But Valkyrie is going to need a lot more brought to bear to go down.

{Warren goes for the pin
1
Valkyrie kicks out as Druscilla leaps out of her corner and hits Warren with a superkick to the shoulder before going back to her corner.}

Colt Collins: A save from Druscilla? Not that Valkyrie needed it.
Bill Dalton: Druscilla and Valkyrie are as close as can be. They are here for one another no matter what.

{Dawn shouts support from the sidelines as Warren drops a Snapmare onto Valkyrie. Druscilla watches but doesn’t seem destressed.}

Bill Dalton: Druscilla came in for the same early in the match but that appears to have just been a brief support and not because she doesn’t believe in Valkyrie’s abilities in the ring.

{Warren goes for the pin.

1…
KICK OUT}

Colt Collins: Warren seems to want to end this match quick.
Bill Dalton: It’s not surprising given his history.

{Rising up from the mat Valkyrie glares at Warren who smiles at her. Valkyrie tries to go for a suplex but Warren dodges out of the way, hitting her with a Saving Grace.}

Colt Collins: The crowd is enjoying this.
Bill Dalton: Can you blame them?

{Warren tries going to the pin to catch a kick to the chest sending him back slightly. Valkyrie leaps off the mat and starts hitting Warren with a flurry of punches sending him into the corner with a loud thud almost knocking Dawn off the apron. As the ref yells at Valkyrie to back off Dawn managed to lift herself back up looking pissed off. She looks to Warren, a quick moment before tagging in.}

Bill Dalton: It’ll be interesting to see how things change with the change in partners.

{While Valkyrie distracted with the referee, Warren slips out to the apron quietly, Dawn stepping in and cracking her neck. Valkyrie turns around, jumping back a step as she sees the change in opponent. Dawn waves at her, wiggling her fingers with a smirk on her face. Valkyrie charges, swinging wildly, and Nate smoothly rolls under the strike, coming up and nailing a beautiful dropkick! Valkyrie ends up driven back into the corner, and Dawn hooks one of her arms, winding up and hurling the older woman back into the center of the ring with a huge biel toss! Valkyrie bounces to her feet, clutching her back, and charges again, only to end up on the receiving end of the Lacrymosa swinging spike ddt! Dawn quickly drops into the pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}

Bill Dalton: What athleticism from Dawn Halliwell! What incredible form!
Colt Collins: Valkyrie could be playing with her food.
Bill Dalton: Entirely possible.

{Dawn cracks her neck, stalking Valkyrie to the center of the ring and taking a moment to bask in the crowd’s cheers before hauling her opponent back to her feet. Dawn cracks Valkyrie in the jaw with an open-handed slap, grabbing her arm and torquing it into an arm-bar Valkyrie struggles briefly but grabs the bottom rope and Dawn releases the hold with slight dejection. Valkyrie quickly reaches up and rakes Dawn’s eyes.}

Colt Collins: You have to respect the resourcefulness of Valkyrie there, getting out of a dangerous situation.
Bill Dalton: That resourcefulness is one of her highlights.
Colt Collins: I literally just said that.

{ Valkyrie takes advantage of the opening to stagger to her corner, tagging in her sister Druscilla. Druscilla slips between the ropes, cracking her knuckles, and immediately charges, nailing a huge forearm to the back of Dawn’s shoulder. Dawn is bowled over, clutching at her shoulder, and Druscilla stomps away furiously at her knee before the referee steps in, shoving her back. Druscilla takes a few steps back, hands up defensively, but bulls past the ref again to land another stomp before grabbing Dawn’s arm and twisting it into a wristlock, dragging her to her feet and towards the other’s corner. The crowd shouts at Druscilla but she ignores them, tagging in Valkyrie. Druscilla steps to the apron, still holding Dawn’s arm, and Valkyrie slingshots in, delivering an overhand chop to the shoulder! Dawn clutches at her arm again, stumbling back, and Valkyrie snapmares her from behind, immediately locking in a half nelson chinlock on the bad shoulder!}

Colt Collins: And here’s where the familial bond of the other team comes into play. It’s hard to overcome that level of strategy.

Bill Dalton: ] Let’s not discount the Kids are alright here. They have been working on becoming a team since their father passed and you really have to admire the effort they have here.

{ Valkyrie wrenches on the hold, bearing all of her weight down on the bad shoulder joint. Warren shouts encouragement from the apron, and Valkyrie bears down on the hold almost in response, staring straight into Warren. Warren looks like he’s about to enter the ring, but pauses halfway through the ropes, getting a glint in his eye and shaking his head. Warren taps out a beat to War Pigs on the mat that seems to trigger Dawn to begin struggling to her feet, unable to keep a grin from her own face even through the pain.}

Bill Dalton: Knowing how to motivate your tag team partner is an important part of any match.
Colt Collins: You would think not letting your tag partner get messed up would be more important.
Bill Dalton: ] Colt, do you ever get out of your little bubble and actually take into account how matches work?
Colt Collins: Why would I? It’s comfortable in here. I just like matching the fights.

{Dawn struggles to her feet, using her free arm to elbow back into Valkyrie’s gut. She nails a second elbow, loosening Valkyrie ‘s grip, then a third, then a fourth. Valkyrie releases his grip on Dawn, clutching her stomach, and Nate shakes out her arm, wincing. Valkyrie recovers quickly, though, and goes for another wild swing which Dawn barely sidesteps, reaching back and hooking Valkyrie for a neckbreaker which she spins out into a DDT! Both women crash to the canvas, Valkyrie clutching her neck and Dawn her arm as their partners reach for the tag! Both women slowly roll to their stomach, inching towards their corners, and Druscilla’s long arms allow her to tag in first...BUT DAWN DOUBLES HER FEET UNDERNEATH HERSELF AND SPRINGS FORWARD TO TAG IN WARREN KANE AS THE CROWD GOES WILD!}

Bill Dalton: ] HERE WE GO!
Colt Collins: Oh no, both look heated up.

{Warren immediately leaps to the top rope, Diving Lariat in with a massive clothesline that takes Druscilla almost halfway across the ring to drop! He rolls to his feet, popping up with the shortarm clothesline to knock Valkyrie off the apron, and spins back around on his heels to face Druscilla again! Drucilla swings with a right and Warren blocks it, quickly hitting a leaping enzuigiri! Druscilla stumbles back into the ropes, bouncing back into a right jab, followed by a left hook. Druscilla nails a low kick, following up with a spinning backfist, and takes a moment to let out a loud sound before whirling and leveling Warren with a discus clothesline! Druscilla drops into a cover! ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT!}

Bill Dalton: Druscilla ROLLING with that tag, and it almost paid off with a win!
Colt Collins: she’s got a lot of energy, I’ll admit that, but it’s going to take more than a few big moves to put down the other team.

{Druscilla looks over to the corner, shouting to Valkyrie, who nods and reaches out her hand. Druscilla hauls Warren back to his feet, dragging him over to the all female team’s corner, and tags in Valkyrie. Valkyrie steps between the ropes, looking at Druscilla for a moment, and both women step back, teeing off on warren with a double stunner! Warren’s rocked, and Valkyrie quickly doubles him over with a spin kick to the gut, hooking him into suplex position. She lifts Warren up, and sitting out to spike Jeb’s head into the canvas! Valkyrie follows with a Gungnir. Valkyrie covers, hooking the leg! ONE! Two! KICKOUT!}

Bill Dalton: A close call!

{Valkyrie gets up and hits Warren with a spear into the ring post. She follows this up with a back kick. She drags Warren from the corner and hits him with a Swinging Neckbreaker. She then goes to Druscilla and tags her in.}

Colt Collins: Nice.
Bill Dalton: Druscilla and Valkyrie like to bring the pain. It could be guessed that by hurting Warren they are causing pain to Dawn on the other side as well.

{Druscilla launches out of her corner with a double leg takedown, driving Warren down to the mat before unloading with a barrage of palm strikes and elbows, attempting to swarm through Warren’s guard with sheer volume. Druscilla leans to one side, squeezing in to crush Warren’s ribs as she continues her assault, controlling with her leg muscles and core. Warren slips and blocks just enough shots to hook an arm, rolling with the motion and sweeping guard before rolling to the side, breathing heavily. As both of them reach their feet, Druscilla advances on Warren, but Warren hits Druscilla with a sudden, beautiful leaping enzuigiri, staggering her backwards into the ropes. As he lands, Warren touches his shoulder, testing it before grabbing Druscilla’s wrist and yanking her in with a short arm clothesline, but clearly winces and holds his arm a little as she hits the mat.}

Colt Collins: Warren’s shoulder seems to be bothering him.
Bill Dalton: Hopefully it doesn’t deter him.

{As he shakes his arm out, Warren turns around, finding himself stopped short by a swift kick to the gut. Druscilla looks to the corner, flipping the bird to Dawn before snapping off a Stunner that shoots Warren upright before crumpling him to the mat! Upon seeing their father’s finishing move invoked so spitefully, Dawn leans over the ropes, screaming obscenities at her and practically frothing at the mouth for a chance to get involved. Smirking, Druscilla picked Warren up and hit him with a Bayou Playboy. Warren lets out a sound of pain, favoring his arm again. Druscilla keeps coming, focusing on that arm with kicks and strikes, each one seemingly more vicious than the last. As she pauses to taunt Dawn again, though, Warren kicks up his own foot and whips it down and back into Druscilla’s kneecap, earning a cry of pain and loosening her grip just enough for Warren to yank free and tumble forward into his team’s corner. Dawn uses this opportunity to tag herself in.}

Colt Collins: and now we have Dawn in the match.
Bill Dalton: Be interesting to see how this goes.

{Dawn hits Druscilla with a Muay Thai Knees followed quickly by an Lacrymosa. Dawn barely pauses before hitting Druscilla with a Ride the Lightning. As soon as Druscilla gets up he tries to go for a Cajun Magic knocking Dawn back.}

Colt Collins: I’m pretty sure the Kids are not alright here.
Bill Dalton: Druscilla and Valkyrie certainly have the upper hand here.

{Druscilla picks Dawn up and hits her with ODINN’S CALL, laying Dawn back on the mat. Druscilla goes over and tags Valkyrie in, she backs up and hits Dawn with a VALKYRIE’S VENGEANCE.}

Colt Collins: They are just taking Dawn apart.
Bill Dalton: things aren’t looking good here.

{Valkyrie goes for the pin
1
2
3!!}

SETH EVANS: And your winners… Druscilla and Valkyrie!

BILL DALTON: What a match, Colt! Warren and Dawn put up one hell of a fight, but there's just too much momentum going for Druscilla and Valkyrie that carried them to this victory! 

"If It Bleeds" by Poppy comes out through the area's speakers. Viewers in the nearby pool cheer. Not because they like Biggs but because they are on a Cruise watching people wrestle. You can't rightfully boo anything at this point of luxury… No Booing!

Biggs with white sunglasses and a white leather jacket to match steps out from one of the deck doors. His animal print tights were white printed as he twirls and basks in the clear skies and energy of the Cruise. His wife, Chelsea clapping at a short distance behind him, remains in place as her Husband heads to the ring.

Seth Evans: From Seattle, Washington and representing Mainstream Wrestling! The Current Mainstream United States Champion! BIGGS!!

The cheap pop of a wrestler being in a ring, on a Cruise Ship while people were naked on a Sun Deck or relaxing in a Pool with a Martini. They cheered.

Bill Dalton: Biggs is a Veteran of the Sport! Returned to the ring a few years ago now and has done some great things over there at Mainstream Wrestling!

Colt Collins: He's a Champion! He must be doing something right!

Biggs removes his sunglasses and pulls off his matching leather jacket as he steps up the ring stairs. Walking along the apron, he climbs the outside turnbuckles before leaping over the ropes, into the ring. Bouncing around as he slaps the Mainstream United States Title firmly wrapped around his waist.

Colt Collins: Those pants alone make him a Rockstar!

The horns at the start of "Ready or Not" by the Fugees came through one speaker, faded and came through in another speaker. As Lauren Hill came in with the opening chorus, the fans began to cheer. As the beat drops and Wyclef Jean begins rapping, Jason Cashe steps out from a crowded group of people in the standing area.

Seth Evans: Also representing Mainstream Wrestling! He comes to us from Houston, Texas by way of Decatur, Georgia.. Jason. CASHE!

Stopping at ringside, Cashe and Biggs lock eyes. Smiling at his opponent, Cashe leaps up onto the apron. Landing on one knee, he pulls up to his feet and already he can be seen mouthing off in the direction of Biggs.

Bill Dalton: These two used to be friends. For years actually! A mutual respect built back in 2012.

Colt Collins: No shit? They don't look like friends..

Bill Dalton: From what I've read, after Biggs returned to the ring. He accused Jason Cashe of being a bad friend and cost him his Heavyweight Championship in Mainstream.

Colt Collins: That sounds like he was the bad friend..

Bill Dalton: They have fought twice now. Biggs won the first match and refused to fight Cashe a second time. Until Cashe broke into Biggs home and burned thousands of dollars worth of collectables and invaluable memorabilia from Biggs' career.

Colt Collins: Geez..

Bill Dalton: Biggs gave him a second match. They messed each other up but Cashe won. That was almost 8 months ago now.. This is the tiebreaker.

Colt Collins: Oh Boy! That makes this a whole lot more interesting!!


Now in the ring, Cashe points over at Biggs' wife and waves at her. Of course this angers Biggs as he aggressively unbuckles his Title from his waist and hands it to the referee. Cashe giving Biggs a smile as he backs into the corner nearby. The referee takes the belt to Seth Evans and calls for the bell.

Bill Dalton: And off we go!

Biggs starts approaching Cashe from across the ring. They were exchanging words yet again. Cashe with his back against the turnbuckle pads, remains there as Biggs gets close. Snapping out, Cashe catches Biggs with a snap Jab to the mouth. Biggs explodes with an overhand punch! Cashe throws a wide hook as he shoots out the corner but Biggs crashes a middle kick to his midsection. Cashe falls back against the turnbuckles as Biggs begins working him over with shots. Chops, Clubbing Fists and a jumping Knee just as Cashe bends over to cover up.

Grabbing hold of Cashe, Biggs steps away from the corner and launches Cashe with a tossing Hip Toss! The crowd popped a bit as Cashe was a bit bigger and Biggs was showing his aggression. Sliding against the canvas, Cashe scurries to his feet as Biggs rushes towards him. From a sprinter's stance Cashe erupts and crushes Biggs with a rocketing Left Arm Clothesline!

Colt Collins: Good Golly! He damn near took Biggs' head off!!

Bill Dalton: Jason Cashe compares himself to a Dog. He fights like one!

Almost on cue, Jason Cashe drops down, putting Biggs in a side headlock on the ring canvas. Leaning in and biting Biggs across the bridge of his nose! The referee steps in, shoving at Cashe and begins the count to disqualify him.

1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Cashe stops biting. Letting Biggs go, Cashe rolls away but it is Biggs who gets to his feet first. Angry from being bitten, he pelts Cashe with a HUGE uppercut Palm Thrust! Cashe stumbles back a single step, wobbly. He shoots forward and blasts Biggs with a slap across the face. Hitting him so hard that Cashe's hand was left on Biggs' cheek. Cocking back and throwing a second shot, Cashe comes in wide, Biggs side kicks at Cashe's left knee. He drops to a knee as his foot falls back and out from under him. Biggs snatches him by the head and plants him with a DDT!

Sweeping his legs around, Biggs gets to his feet with ease. He jogs and hits the ropes, on the return, he hits a senton across Cashe's back. Rolling right back to his feet off the Senton, Biggs throws his arms out as the audience claps for the sequence.

Bill Dalton: Biggs is doing a fine job controlling the pace of this match. He has taken a few shots but he is a General in the ring!

Colt Collins: Do you think anyone from the Sun Deck will come streaking by?

Bill Dalton: I.. I have no idea, what would make you even think about that?

Colt Collins: They are naked? Why aren't you thinking about that?

Stomping at Jason Cashe as he tries to get up. Biggs doesn't let up any. Cashe rolls away, Biggs moves in and kicks him again. Finally, Cashe just slides out of the ropes to the outside of the ring. Holding his chest where the last kick caught him, he doesn't see Biggs racing away from him, hitting the far ropes. As he turns and does see Biggs, Cashe throws himself backwards as Biggs flies through the ropes with a Suicide Dive. Hitting nothing but air until he meets the ringside floor, Biggs takes a big spill.

Colt Collins: Oh Boy! He missed that one!

In a hurry, Jason Cashe gets up. He peels Biggs off the floor, shoving his head between his legs, grabbing around Biggs' waist, Cashe lifts and quickly spikes him head first into the floor with a piledriver!

Bill Dalton: Ouch! That's a stinger!

Colt Collins: You can say THAT again!

Bill Dalton: Ouch! That's a stinger!

Slapping the ground as Cashe shoves Biggs' limp body away. He gets up and pulls Biggs up with him. Cashe whips Biggs with force, sending him shouldering into the steel stairs at the corner. The two layers of stairs blow apart as Biggs slumps over the bottom layer's surface. Stepping on the first layer, Cashe pulls Biggs up, showing that he was going to Piledrive him over the steel stairs. Biggs pulls away and falls back out of Cashe's reach. A smile forms on Cashe's face.

The referee, making the official count, reaches 7. Cashe rolls in and out of the ring to restart the count. As Biggs crawls to the railing near the standing crowd of people, Cashe comes in with a stomp to the back of Biggs head. He essentially face plants into the floor as Cashe rips him up to his feet. Again, Cashe whips Biggs, sending him against the side of the ring, he hits hard against his side. Cashe barrels into him with a clubbing forearm, slumping Biggs.

Colt Collins: Cashe is bullying Biggs on the outside! It all started when Biggs missed that dive thingy..

Bill Dalton: Suicide Dive.

Colt Collins: What?! There are Hotlines for that.. Why would anyone name a Move after it? That's morbid!

Bill Dalton: How did you get this job again?

Colt Collins: I'm ALL Personality!

Grinding his forearm against Biggs' face, Jason Cashe was talking shit to him, almost whispering in his ear. Stepping away from Biggs, Cashe rips him from the apron and sends him with ANOTHER Irish Whip but Biggs reverses it, sending Cashe with the Irish Whip. Cashe launches at the steel railing but catches it in front of him, he shoots back and catches Biggs with a Back Elbow. Biggs is knocked into a standing daze. Cashe turns to face him, pulls him into a Suplex and lifts Biggs up into the air before falling back and dropping Biggs back first across the railing! Members of the audience gasp as Cashe falls in front of the railing and looks up to see Biggs arching into a slump off the railing, his voice screams out as the pain fills him spine first.

Colt Collins: Daaaaaaamn!

Bill Dalton: That could paralyze someone! Jason Cashe just doesn't care about his or his opponent's well being! Did you see his Mainstream match against AJ Knight?! Geezus!

Crawling to the ring, Cashe kept his eyes on Biggs. Almost with a look of concern in his stare, he still gets up and rolls into the ring. Signaling for the referee to continue counting. He does so after pausing for dramatic effect.

4, 5, 6.. The count grows. Biggs was still piled up on himself in the standing crowd. People were kneeled around him, checking on him. Cashe shakes his head, doesn't like it. He climbs back out of the ring, resetting the count. Getting over to the railing, Cashe reaches over and down, grabbing Biggs. Pulling him up, Cashe goes to Suplex him back to ringside! Biggs shoots a punch to Cashe's ribs. Cashe lifts again, gets Biggs to ringside but drops him onto his feet. Biggs snaps Cashe up and over, slapping him onto the ringside floor with his own Suplex. Minus the railing across the spine. Fans pop!

Bill Dalton: Well done Biggs! Well done!

Biggs was to his feet but the grimace on his face showed he was in pain. Cashe more surprised than anything gets up and meets a Toe Kick to the gut. Biggs grabs him into a front headlock but transfers to Cashe's side, lifting him with a Back Body Drop and dropping him stiffly over the ring apron! Biggs take a pinch of pain that jolts through him but Cashe was feeling a little bit as well now. Silverlining.

Able to roll into the ring, Cashe cursed loud enough to be heard on audio. As Biggs crawls or rather, drags himself under the bottom ropes. He uses the ropes to get to his feet. Cashe rushes in at Biggs but the "DiOGee" is lifted in a pop up! Biggs goes to throw a knee as Cashe falls from the pop up but the knee catches Cashe to the groin, right into the danglers!

Like his legs were non-existent, Cashe lands on the canvas. His on his private parts as his knees buckled together. Biggs holds his hands up, telling the referee that it was an accident.

Bill Dalton: I don't think Biggs meant to connect to Jason's balls…

Colt Collins: I felt that! I'm sure our lovely Host, Tara Fenix is feeling that as well! He ain't gonna be using that thing on Night Three!

Bill Dalton: It's a good thing he has a vasectomy! That will prevent you from reproducing otherwise!

Colt Collins: How.. How do you know he's had a vasectomy?

Bill Dalton: I know things.

Colt Collins: Ooohhh kay…

As the referee checks on Cashe and Cashe was rolling back and forth with both hands cupped to his manhood. Biggs waves him off and stumbles towards the corner. Looking to maybe hit his Frog Splash, as he ducks to step out onto the apron, a weird walking Cashe gets up and rushes in, hitting Biggs in the back with an Axe Handle. Pulling him back into the ring, Cashe turns and shoves Biggs into the corner. Snapping jabbing him before crashing into him with a short armed clothesline. Stepping back, Cashe sneaks an Uppercut that catches Biggs flush up under his chin. He slumps into the corner.

Turning from Biggs, Cashe puts distance between himself and his opponent in the corner. Jumping in place, Cashe widens his stance and jumps again. His hand adjusting his junk as if trying to get something to drop, it clearly wasn't comfortable. But as Biggs begins to stir from the corner, Cashe changes his focus and rushes at Biggs.

Biggs snaps sideways, catching Cashe with a sudden Superkick! Cashe's spit flies into the air as he goes ridgid. Biggs grabs Cashe and runs him to the ropes, throwing him over the top. Cashe lands on the apron. Biggs hurries to the turnbuckles and begins to climb as Cashe gets up on his feet. The "DiOGee" hurries along the apron and shoves Biggs as he reaches the top. Sending him to the ring floor on his left side. Cashe slumps over the top of the corner, his hand again reaching and adjusting his 'belongings'.

Colt Collins: Maybe he popped one! Can you pop a nut?

Bill Dalton: I'm not responding to that..

Colt Collins: I'm saying, maybe he busted a nu… Aahhh I see what you mean! Hahaha Oh Boy!

Pulling himself up the outside turnbuckle, Jason Cashe sees Biggs get to his feet. He watches him burst up onto the ring apron. Cashe even tried to throw a punch but Biggs ran through it as he ascended the opposite outside turnbuckle, grabbing Cashe and shooting himself backwards, bringing Cashe with him into a backflip off the top ropes! They soar into a CLEAN Spanish Fly that Biggs calls "Zero Gravity" that crashes and lands to the ringside floor! They come apart in the explosion!

Colt Collins: Whaaaaaaaat!!!

Bill Dalton: An amazing Spanish Fly off the top ropes to the outside floor! These two just are not here to do anything but break the other!

The wrestlers in attendance, their families, friends or fans who paid a lot of money towards Charity to see these matches rock the boat with chants of Holy Shit! The referee forgot all about the count! As he gets back to it, he reaches 6, 7..

Biggs and Cashe both groggily shove up. Using each other as they rise. Biggs swings a wide right, Cashe ducks and side steps Biggs, leaping up behind him, hitting his Jumping Neckbreaker he calls "Under The Influence"!

8…

9….

The referee hesitates but neither man has gotten up or moved.

10! He signals for the bell! Seth Evans grabs a microphone and makes the decision official.

Seth Evans: Due to neither man returning to the ring within the official count, this match has been called. Double Countout!

Among the commotion of the audience. Some chanted for a restart while others finally Booed. You see both Chelsea and Tara Fenix hurry to the ring. Tara checking on Cashe as Chelsea kneels next to Biggs.