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Hot on of the heels of an ever-arrogant Barbie Summers, Zachary Wake grabbed a mic, then waited eagerly in the gorilla position for his match. Wake quite liked the woman’s work, but her arrogance was nothing compared to what was about to come. Zack looked over to see Roger from sound give him a smile with his unkempt goatee, then pressed a button on his computer, signifying the beginning of Zachary’s theme. Zack smiled back and nodded at the man, then walked out onto the stage. Even beyond the loudness of Zack’s epic theme, the boos were phenomenal. After all, who could forget what Zack did to Winters just two weeks ago? Not only had Caiden just lost the most intense match of his night the previous night for the AWE championship, but Wake stole away his second opportunity the very next day with a low blow.

Wake’s music died down as he stood in the middle of the ramp, and he let the boos continue for a few more seconds before holding the microphone up to his lips. As he opened his mouth to speak, the boos grew louder, and Wake had to stifle a laugh at the reaction he got.
God it was fun to be hated.

[color=ff0000]“As many of you know, two weeks ago I laid out Caiden Winters in the middle of the ring, killing his opportunity at the gold he so obviously works hard for. Now, I understand that you’re upset he lost, what smark doesn't? But the part that I don’t quite understand is that you BOO ME for it. In case all of you have forgotten, I am a tag team champion, and intercontinental champion, and I’ve worked in this business for TEN GODDAMN YEARS. If anyone in this tournament deserves to be here IT’S ME.”[/color] Zack walked down the ramp and up the steel steps, then continued. [color=ff0000]“Caiden Winters was a joke, and tonight, I’ll prove that Thunderbird is no different. After all, if you recall, last week he defeated Sexton with a roll-up pin.”[/color] Zachary laughed as he stepped into the ring. [color=ff0000]“A roll-up, huh? That is quite possibly the cheapest way to pick up a victory. I have no respect for cowards like him.”[/color]

The flurry of boos resumed here with a chant of [color=fff000]“YOU’RE A CHEATER!”[/color] clap clap clapclapclap started up.

The Native American drums started up and A Tribe Called Red’s music came blaring over the speakers throughout the stadium. The fans in the arena were on their feet cheering for the masked hero of the masses. Thunderbird’s last opponent didn’t see the roll up coming, and after locking eyes with Sexton backstage before stepping out, he knew he’d gained an enemy for life. He just did the job he was told. Jon couldn’t help what the writers decide. He stepped out of the curtain and entered down the ramp leading to the ring. 

The fans went nuts. Truth be told Redcrow was a bit nervous. This guy he was facing had twice the experience and was a little bigger. And a damn good heel. However, he looked across the crowd and knew he wasn’t there for the win, he was there for the people. The kid near the front in the Thunderbird mask. The old man in the head dress. Other fans reached out to touch their hero from the sides of the entry ramp and Thunderbird reached out to slap as many hands he could. The kid in the mask up front? Thunderbird got down and shook the kid’s hand and pulled him close for a selfie the child’s mother was taking. The Native didn’t care if he took a beating tonight, he knew that kid would remember this night for the rest of his life. Before Wake could open his mouth again Thunderbird slid into the ring quickly and his opponent dove through the ropes. Then the war dance started from the four sides of the ring ending in the wrestler standing on the second turnbuckle and beating his chest before removing the large head dress. As he did so he felt a double axe handle on his back, being hit from behind, and the ref signaled for the bell. 

Wake wasted no time in gaining the upper hand in this fight. He knew Jon loved his flippy shit, and the first opportunity to do said flippy shit, he would take. Now, with Thunderbird hunched over on the top rope, Zack pointed and laughed. The crowd booed in response. Then, in an attempt to finish the match before it really started, Zack placed his head in between Thunderbird’s legs, setting up the electric chair. Jon managed to use the ropes to keep from getting lifted and in luchador-like fashion he threw the heel out of the ring through the ropes with a head-scissor. As his opponent went to the outside of the ring, Thunderbird stepped back on the top rope and after screaming a battle cry threw himself like a corkscrew at his adversary, who scrambled to his feet only to see a body flying in his general direction. Goddamn lucha-bullshit.

Zack held his hands up to catch his adversary, yet still put on a scared expression to make it appear as if he were cowering in fear. The duo tumbled to the ground, and the crowd popped at the intense move right out of the gate. Without hesitation, Thunderbird sprung up from the ground, seemingly unhurt by the move, and picked up Zack, slamming his head into the barricade a few times for good measure before leading him back to the ring. Zack rolled in and stood up on his knees, dazed as Thunderbird climbed back into the ring.

The face stared down at his opponent, then reached to pick him up, being stopped as his legs were pulled away from underneath him, and hitting the mat hard. Not to be caught off guard Thunderbird kicked up at the heel who was still low to the ground and connected to the side of his face before springing up from his back like martial artists often do. The crowd lit up and using their momentum Jon ran and hit the ropes coming back at Wake with a knee strike to the head. He grabbed him up from the ground and sent him into a totem pole suplex. If the crowd could see under the sky blue mask they’d see that smile that gets Jon Redcrow in everyone’s good graces. It was a completely different atmosphere than the Japanese circuit he’d began in. He picked Wake up again and whipped him to the ropes. Thunderbird went for a clothesline, and the heel ducked and came off the ropes with with an explosive clothesline, turning the tide of the battle.

Zachary looked down at Jon and laughed, before getting down in one knee, grabbing a handful of hair, and lifting it up before bashing The Native’s head back down with a fist directly to the nose. Wake repeated twice more before the referee forced Wake’s hand off of Thunderbird’s hair. As Wake stood up once more, then stomped a black boot onto Thunderbird’s face. Methodically, Zack paced around Thunderbird in a circle, stomping on several more limbs, before once more yanking The Native to his feet by his hair.

Wake then kicked Redcrow in the gut, and lifted him up into a stalling suplex, leaving him in the air for a good seven or so seconds before letting his opponent crash down onto the ground. Quickly after getting up, Zack grabbed both of Thunderbird’s legs and folded him overlocking in a vicious Liontamer. Jon’s back was arched such that his face was being smooshed against the ground, and his legs were up above . No cresent expect the moon could rival it, and even then the liontamer would put up a pretty damn good fight. Thunderbird struggled on the floor arms flailing to touch anything. Hit Wake, grab a rope, it didn’t matter, ‘cause it HURT. Zachary only continued to apply pressure, arching The Native’s back further and further.

Even if this was a work, the pain was sure as hell real for Jon. Nevertheless, the hold continued. Zachary looked down, then quietly said. “I’ll lift up, curl up and get out of the hold.” And though Jon was too busy practically being tortured, he heard the message. Zack then looked up, and shouted into the crowd. “YOU DON’T DESERVE THIS!” Whether he was talking to the crowd or Thunderbird, it didn’t matter, because as he did, Zack took some of the pressure off of the liontamer, allowing Jon to push up with his hand and duck his head underneath himself, then launched up into the air, grabbed Zachary’s shoulders, and leant backwards, flipping Zack over the top of him. Zack took the monkey flip well, soaring through the air, then crashing into the mat with a flat back.

Redcrow took the opportunity to climb back to his feet, using the ropes as to assist himself. As he got up, now leaning against the ropes, Zack ran full blast at him, attempting to connect a clothesline. Thunderbird, however, had a different idea. He ducked down and pushed up on Wake’s chest launching him over the top rope, with Wake landing on the apron. As Zack was flying overhead, Jon said to him: “Springboard dropkick.” Zack grabbed with both hands onto the rope, preventing himself from falling onto the hard ground below. He acted groggy, and to an extent, he was. Rassilin’ really takes it outta you. Thunderbird looked at Wake, looked at the turnbuckle, then quickly looked at the crowd, who cheered in anticipation. Thunderbird ran at the ropes perpendicular to the ones Zack was at, jumped on them, then leapt off towards Wake feet first, crashing into him with a vicious dropkick.

Zack took the kick and, with both its force and a little jump from him, he flew backwards, crashing back first into the announcer’s table. Zack dropped to his knees in pain and grasped him back, then made a show to hobble pain to the ring and roll in ever so slowly. Thunderbird wasted no time getting back in the attack, stomping on Zack once before stepping out onto the apron and up onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd started to stand up, take out phones, cheer, chant, and wait in anticipation for Wake to stumble to his feet. Wake obliged, doing the old “turn around slowly while dazed” action, then ate a big dropkick as The Bird soared through the sky. Zack fell onto his back, then rolled further backwards so he flipped around onto his stomach, in the centre of the ring. Jon got up onto his knees and pounced onto Wake, before grabbing Wake’s arm, trapping it in between his legs, and tugging on Wake’s chin, locking in a disgustingly beautiful Crossface. Wake waved his free hand around in desperation, holding close to the ground to make it appear as if it were going to tap, before going back to waving it around.

Even though the babyface had his finisher locked in in the centre of the ring, boos started coming from all directions. Thunderbird looked around, confused, only to see the Sexellence of Sexecution come running down the entrance ramp, equipped with a chair and all. The referee approached the Lovely One, who had jumped up onto the apron, trying to get the ref to let him get into the ring. The ref only responded by pointing at the locker rooms and shouting at Sexton’s face to leave.

This was it. Zack’s opportunity. Granted, they had all planned out the spot beforehand, but it still felt like it was an opportunity Wake would have taken in real life. “You gotta seize opportunity by the balls and never let go.” At least, that was how Zachary was always taught it.

Thunderbird released his hold on Wake and began to walk over to Sexton Love, but was stopped in his tracks as he, just like Caiden Winters two weeks before, got smashed in the groin with a cheating fist. He lurched over onto his hands and knees, then collapsed onto the ground. Zachary only smiled at Sexton as the Lovely One dropped off the apron and told the ref to get back to work. Zack pounced onto Thunderbird and hooked one leg, staring and nodding at Sexton with a grimace as the ref got down to pin.

[color=ffffff]“One…”[/color] The ref started counting. The crowd got up on their feet, aggravated by what was going down. Sexton laughed and bowed towards the ring as he backed away up the ramp.

[color=ffffff]“Two…”[/color] Boos flooded the arena.

[color=ffffff]“Th-”[/color] The ref was cut off. The boos were cut off and Sexton was stopped in his tracks as Redcrow’s hand flew up into the air, his shoulder getting off the mat. Cheer upon cheer, chant upon chant rose in number and volume, and Zachary Wake could only sit up in disbelief and look down at his opponent, the man who just kicked out of a low blow.

Sexton walked back over to ringside, astonished by what happened. Zack slowly stood up, turning to the referee. [color=ff0000] “Are you freaking kidding me?! Did you not see that? Are you blind or something? That was three, shoulders down, end of story!”[/color] Zack slapped his hands together three times, making sure to get all up in the referee’s face as he yelled and complained.
[color=ffffff]“Give me a break, Wake. You’re luckily I didn’t see what happened while I was arguing with Sexton or you might not have been allowed that pin at all.”[/color] Thunderbird slowly started to rise to his feet, using the ropes to assist himself.
[color=ff0000]“EXCUSE ME? Did you just accuse me of cheating?! Some official you are, ya crapshoot!”[/color] Jon quickly exploded out of the corner he was in, curling an arm in between Wake’s legs and pulling him backwards into a rollup.

The referee jumped down and quickly counted to two, but Wake stuck a shoulder up and rolled backwards out of the pin before that final number could be said. Immediately, the two wrestlers stood up, and locked up in the centre of the ring. Both knew that if they gave up now, there would be no more AWE Championship for them. Their dream was as good as gone.

Thunderbird overpowered Wake and began to push him to the ground. At first, the heel resisted, but quickly stopped and dropped to one knee. He then took one hand and hooked it under Redcrow’s left leg and yanked, pulling the hero to the ground. Thunderbird was quick to respond, getting onto his knees and striking with a blunt, brute of a forearm, sending Wake reeling. The crowd cheered as the bird boy stood up, marching forward with a series of sickening strikes. Punches, chops, knees, you name it. It was comeback time baby. A palm strike knocked Wake onto the ropes and Redcrow pressed him backwards then pulled an arm, sending Wake to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.

As Zack ran the ropes, he looked down at ringside where Sexton Love was chatting up a lovely looking lady. The Lovely One exchanged a nod with his heel friend, and it was decided. Time to finish this thing off. Wake ate Thunderbird’s clothesline and hit the ground hard, and crawled over to a corner, but more specifically a corner where the referee stood, making sure everything was going down smoothly. Heh. Sexton caught the ref’s attention with some snarky, probably sexist remark, and Zach positioned himself in front of the referee, standing weakly on his feet.

Redcrow let out a yell, getting the crowd riled up, and ran full throttle at Wake. He leapt up into the air and tucked up his legs, then shot them out like bullets from the gun that was his body. A beautiful dropkick that would have lead to a sweet, sweet victory - if it weren’t for Zack dropping down and ducking out of the way. Those beautiful feet crashed into the referee, and pushed the poor guy back. The ref’s head bounced off the turnbuckle, and true to form, was out cold. Thunderbird stood there, shocked at what had just transpired. Zack crawled over to an adjacent corner, grinning at Thunderbird. He’d gotten away with this filthy way of battle. Again.

Redcrow was done with this shit, and his expression showed it. Zack’s smile slowly turned to a look of fear as the birdboy marched over to him. Luckily for Wake, however, a third wrestler entered the ring. Boos ensued as the crowd realised what was about to go down. “Boy, you better learn to watch your behind!” Sexton Love proceeded to thrust at the air as he waited for the One They Call Bird to turn and face him. And as soon as the bird did, he head met a new best friend - a chair. Sexton made sure the strike was a big wallop straight down the middle. Jon’s head nearly retreated into his spine.

Thunderbird staggered backwards, almost collapsing to the ground, but being caught by a head in between his legs. Zachary Wake lifted up, raising a limp, barely conscious Jon Redcrow up into the air on his shoulders. Sexton laughed at the sight, and simply said: “Drop him.” Zack pushed up and sent Thunderbird forwards, executing a picture perfect Electric Chair Facebuster. Sexton slid out of the ring, and Zachary Wake covered Thunderbird just as the referee regained consciousness. A simple one, two and three, and the match was over. Wake’s music hit once more, and he stood valiantly over his opponent. Zack looked over at the Sexellence of Sexecution, nodded respectfully at him, and left. Once more, dirty tactics secured Zachary Wake a victory.