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Official Posting Rules for this roleplay:

  • Include which segment number you are posting at the top of your post, in the header; this will help us from having to do segments in order, allowing more posts, without waiting on writers who may be slower.
  • This roleplay will be starting backstage during the current Shock N AWE,. Feel encouraged to post backstage antics! Not every IC post needs to be a match. In fact, I don't want it to be that way. So don't make it that way or you're all fired.
  • Don't take your character's placement on the card, position in the tournament, or booking to heart. In the OOC we're all friends. If your character gets upset IC, that's another thing entirely. I'll be doing my best to make sure everyone has a part of the show, especially during PPVs.
  • That being said, I'm going to try to keep the weekly shows at a similar number of segments/length as the opening show.
  • As far as matches go, work them out however you want, as long as the end result follows the booking written down.
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Roderick "Roddy" Quinn







Commentators: Wade Palmer & Kane Zimmerman

Our story is going to pick up during the first Shock N AWE after the SCS PPV. Currently, the crew is arriving at the Moda Center, in Portland Oregon. For the first time in almost six years, the show is going forward without Roddy Quinn's physical presence. Kevin Harrison is now in charge of... everything.

Times are changing around AWE. For some people, this is a godsend. For others? It's a reminder of their own mortality, and that their time in the spotlight may be coming to an end.
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Location: Kevin Harrison's fancy new office
Featuring: Roderick "I got a date" Quinn and Kevin "I'm the Boss?" Harrison
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“Ya know, kid, you and your guys did alright. I wasn’t sure about it at first, but I’m startin’ to think things are in good hands. Good PPV buyrate, best for this time of year we’ve seen in a while. Maybe the Kevin and friends era of AWE won’t be so bad, huh? You just keep doin’ what you’re doin’. I’m gonna be off for a month or two now. I’m sore. You’re in charge, kid. You get the big seat. You three get my office, the one at the headquarters, if ya ever go there, too. Just keep making me money, and call me when you need me.”

To be honest, this was going even better than Kevin could have ever expected. He knew they’d written a good show, but he hadn’t expected it to do so well that Roddy was comfortable leaving the whole show in his hands. Oh, jesus, he was gonna need so much more Red Bull and pizza… And sleep? That was going to be a thing of the past. Maybe he could find some cocaine somewhere. Claire was gonna kill him.

“I’m not surprised you’re sore. You told Caiden to make it as real as possible, and… well, Caiden takes things pretty seriously. You sure you don’t need a doctor? He wailed on you pretty hard with those kendo sticks an —”

“Ah, shut up! I’m fine. I like that kid. He doesn’t hold back, he does what needs to be done; even if that means throwing his boss through a car window, or savagely beating an old man on live television while the crowd goes wild. I rewatched it after, y’know. Damn near brought a tear to my eye. I guess they really like him, huh?” Roddy’s attention drifted from Kevin, as he looked up at the ceiling with a wistful smile on his face. Truthfully, Roddy was a man of the people, and if he needed to sacrifice his own well being to please those people? Then dammit, he would.

“You’re crazy boss. But I guess that’s what happens when you get in your position, huh? Thank you. For trusting me. This is gonna be a revolution.” Kevin’s luck was hitting levels that he thought was only possible if you were a Lightfoot Halfling in D&D. He was being handed the keys to the kingdom — on a trial run, but still! This was it for him. This was the dream.

The AWE was going to be his, at least the part that mattered. Maybe he’d take over the corporate stuff, maybe he wouldn’t; one thing was for sure however, Kevin Harrison and his trusted lads were the undisputed bosses now on the day-to-day operations and what went on people’s televisions. It was a lot of responsibility, and if everything was going to follow Kevin’s trajectory? Then it was going to be a lot of work. Oh man, Claire was gonna kill him… but this was what he’d wanted his whole life! She’d be understanding, he hoped.

“Just don’t lose me any goddamn money. I’ll be checkin’ in every now and again, and if you need me on-screen, let me know. That Dana chick was a good pick to be the GM, though. I think people will like her. I’m outta here, I got dinner reservations with the wife. Can you believe that? Me. Dinner reservations. It’s been damn near two decades since that happened. Course, this is wife number, uh… Oh, hell, I don’t even know anymore. Hold onto that one you’ve got. She’s a good girl, keeps all the other women from biting each other’s throats out.”

With that, Roddy hung up the phone, and Kevin was left alone in his new ‘office.’ Normally, Roddy Quinn got the biggest room in the arenas that they ran, but starting today? It belonged to Kevin and his boys. When they went to their monthly creative board meetings at the Towers in Connecticut? Kevin and his boys got the big corner office.

Now, he just had to tell his boys…
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Standing behind the stage, Tsunami was getting loose and getting ready to make her debut for her bout tonight. It was against her rival, Death Adder. They’d been feuding for quite some time, and today was marking yet another chapter in their soon-to-be historic feud. Taking a deep breath, she pulled tight on her wrist wrap before hearing her intro music come on.

Running out, Tsunami’s name was displayed on the screen as the pyrotechnics came out. Her run slowed down into a gradual walk, as she greeted the crowd that was cheering on wildly for her. Running over, she gave a couple of high fives to the crowd on one side, before darting over to the other side to give some more high fives. Once she’d given enough high fives, she’d made her way back onto the walkway to finally arrive at the ring.

Slipping through the ropes, she stepped onto the mat and bounced around to get a feel of the mat. Even though she’d been through this rodeo a countless number of times, it still felt natural to her to bounce around. It was going to help her anxiety as her opponent would come in just about now.

As soon as she arrived in the arena, Hana Song ceased to exist for however long it took for her part in the show to end. The car door slammed and from the back of the vehicle emerged only the Death Adder. Backstage she didn’t stop and converse with people apart from the few instances where she discussed spots for any match she was booked in but Adder was someone who preferred to call things on the spot and she’d worked with the women on the roster long enough and well enough to trust that they could keep up with her. A near ten year veteran had seniority in many instances even if backstage their reputation preceeded them.

Tonight she had the distinct honor of opening the show. The first match dictated the energy of the crowd and her match today put her against Tsunami, a comparatively less experienced member of the roster but one who had the backing of the crowd. Two women who could work stiff enough to make people watching at home wince - that sort of match suited Adder well. She’d built her career on it fo-r a reason.

Tsunami’s music was still playing and Tsunami herself was bouncing around the mat as Adder waited in the wings, her boots laced and the black and dark purple material of her top and shorts were ready to catch the light of the arena when she made her trip down to the ring. Back before she was the self-proclaimed boss-ass bitch of the AWE, the serpent in the grass ready to strike, Adder would toss her baseball cap emblazoned with the logo of the Los Angeles Angels or other local, specific sports teams (well before she had her own specific line of merch and serpent based logo) to the crowd. These days she left her cap in the guerilla with the crew making it happen backstage.

And then it happened. The pounding snares and bass of her entrance music and the ensuing boos from the crowd. Of course there were cheers mixed in, but it wouldn’t have been an AWE show if the mere sight of Adder didn’t get the crowd a mixture of excited and worked up. Chants of “Fuck you, Adder” weren’t rare, but after so long she knew how to tune it out and when to play it up. Making her way down the ramp,her black snake-skin jacket flowing and her dark toned outfit still shining in the light, Adder strutted with confident stride and narrowed eyes aimed solely at her newest victim. The boos and the fans trying in vain for a high five didn’t matter; she only saw the ring and who was waiting for in it.

Adder used the steps to get to the apron then entered by stepping through the top and middle ropes, all the while keeping her eyes locked on Tsunami like the predator sizing up her prey. Adder would remain in her corner, staring and smirking until the familiar sound of the bell signaled it was time to strike.

Once the bell rang, Tsunami bounced on her wrestling shoes masquerading as boots. Today she’d gone with one of her alternate outfits. Gone was the white and red, but in was the black and red. It was fitting, considering how much this feud had consumed her at this point. Circling around her opponent, she was also sizing Adder up. What did she have in store this time? Tsunami was going to have to initiate in order to find out.

Taking a deep breath, Tsunami went in and tied up with Adder. One arm on the neck, and one arm on the elbow. She figured this time around she’d start off grappling. Attacking Adder where she was best. She would’ve never expected it to go this way. Tsunami was aiming to secure a back clinch, where she’d predictably go for a german suplex.

If there was one thing to note about Adder’s offense, other than her seeming aversion to a more mat based style, was that she rarely liked to make the first move. It was harder to have an ‘anywhere striking offense’ if she was the one signaling every move with punches and kicks hitting the air. When Tsunami went for the back clinch, Adder didn’t let the girl get to the lifting phase; this wasn’t her first rodeo. Adder quickly got her left foot behind Tsunami’s left foot to trip the attacker out of the clinch.

Falling victim to Adder’s tripping attempt, Tsunami fell to the mat, but quickly recovered by rolling out of it and standing straight back up. Okay, so it was clear that Adder wasn’t having the clinch today. That was fine, considering that just meant that Tsunami was going to be able to do what she did best. Pulling her leg back, Tsunami rotated her hip to swing her leg at Adder’s midsection. Hopefully that’d knock her off her guard.

Tsunami’s leg struck true with Adder taking the hit to the midsection but remaining undaunted by the task before her. Unfortunately, with the hit came Adder wrapping her hand around Tsunami’s foot, catching her and holding her foot in place. Rather than go immediately into a counter, she took the moment to mock Tsunami; though the cameras didn’t pick it up on audio, she was goading Tsunami with a simple hypothetical question. “You call that a kick?”

“Nah, but I call this a kick.” Tsunami hopped on her singular leg, before hopping up and bringing the leg over to her head to counter Adder’s grasp on her leg.

Adder’s head rocked to the side as the impact loosened her hold on Tsunami’s foot and she herself planted to the mat. The impact on Adder’s head sounded out loud; it was sure not to be the last kick of the match but with the two of them, every strike had a way of sounding like a gunshot. Adder remained on the mat for the inevitable follow-up, doubling as selling the hell out of the enziguri.

Watching the strike collide, Tsunami soon found herself on the floor. Adder was down and out, which meant Tsunami had all the opportunities in the world to capitalize. She had to make a decision and commit to it. Tsunami darted over to Adder’s unconscious body, and turned her over to put her in a pinhold. Hopefully she’d get this pin and end this match early.

The ref only managed a one count before Adder had kicked out. It was cute that Tsunami thought she could end it with a simple kick - that was more within Adder’s wheelhouse. After kicking out Adder needed to keep Tsunami from continuing the offensive, and so kicked towards Tsunami’s knee just to create enough distance for Adder to get back to her feet; and if it managed to knock Tsunami onto her ass then that was just a bonus.

Caught off guard, Adder’s kick caught Tsunami’s knee at just the right spot to knock her on her feet. Falling onto the mat, Tsunami was trying to scramble back up to her feet but her shoes weren’t really having it. It was the perfect time for Adder to capitalize.

Adder was never one to rest on her laurels and took the opening presented to her. More technical sorts might have taken to wearing down limbs or applying pressure, but Adder was nothing if not a creature of physical habit and promptly took to stomping Tsunami. Her feet, her arms, her hands, Adder stomped a circle around Tsunami, stepping away from her target just in order to come at Tsunami’s head with every intention of dropping a knee onto it.

Tsunami felt the wrath of Adder capitalizing on her slip up. Her poor limbs were feeling the pain, but that wasn’t it. That still wasn’t the end of it all. Tsunami wasn’t gonna give up, but she was definitely disoriented after that onslaught. Going up on her knees, she tried crawling to the ropes for safety, but before she could get anywhere, Tsunami took a knee to the head and fell down. Now she was the one down and out for the count.

If it was any other opponent Adder might have given them the benefit of the doubt and the respect not to go for the pin after the fact. But this wasn’t ‘any other opponent’. This was Tsunami, the frail little girl playing at being some kind of anime hero; unfortunately anime, unlike this, wasn’t real. Adder rolled Tsunami onto her back and went for the cover. Shame it was over so soon, Adder expected a bit more fight. Her mistake.

Opening her eyes, Tsunami was listening to the ref count down. “One…” Tsunami was staying completely still. She couldn’t move. Just waking up from a hit like that was hard enough, now she had to deal with Adder trying to pin her and end it. “Two…” She only had one more count to get out, otherwise it was game over. As the referee raised his hand for the next count, Tsunami felt a wave of energy pulse through her body. She kicked out just in time, rolling away from Adder to catch her breath. She still couldn’t get up, but at least she wasn’t in danger anymore.

So there was fight left in her after all. At the pin escape, Adder gave a mocking clap in Tsunami’s general direction while rising to her feet. Adder wasn’t going to wait for Tsunami to get up, and really there was only one way to prove the point that when Adder knocked you down, you stayed the fuck down. Death Adder crooked her left foot under Tsunami’s chin and lifted, helping Tsunami to her feet. When Tsunami was standing, Adder paused a moment before spinning and raising her left foot on the rotation, aiming to take Tsunami’s head clean off, skipping past the Rattler’s Bite and going for the killshot that was Adder’s Kiss.

Just when things couldn’t have gotten any worse, Adder was gearing up for her finisher. Tsunami would know what was coming better than anyone. That also meant that she had the right move to counter it. Ducking underneath Adder’s leg as it came around, she immediately grabbed a hold of Adder and tried her absolute damndest to go for a belly-to-belly suplex.

Perhaps she’d been a bit too predictable or overzealous in her desire to make a quick example of Tsunami. A rabid dog needed to be put down and Tsunami was a few yaps away from being one of those. Adder’s surprise at Tsunami ducking out of the telegraphed version of the Adder’s Kiss was met with Adder being suplexed and put on her back with a thud on the mat. This dog had some fight left. Good. It made the final blow more satisfying.

Tsunami needed to take advantage of this opportunity as fast as she could. As soon as she landed the suplex, she grabbed at Adder’s leg for the pin. She knew this opportunity wouldn’t last, but it was worth a shot. “Just give up! Save yourself the trouble!” Tsunami shouted, as she tugged on the leg.

Trouble? It was cute how Tsunami thought what she was doing was troublesome for Adder. She would’ve smiled if she wasn’t supposed to be selling and not corpsing. She stayed down for the two count then got her shoulder up, rolling onto her stomach and pushing herself back up to standing. Adder made a bit of a retreat, standing near the ropes and eyeing up Tsunami, beckoning her to bring it further with two fingers.

Was Tsunami going to take up the challenge? Hell yes she was. Tsunami got back into fighting stance and quickly tried to close the distance, opting for a superkick as she shuffled and extended her lead leg far enough to make contact with Adder’s head.

If Adder’s plan had been to stand there and let Tsunami kick her in the head, the superkick would surely have been successful, but as soon as Tsunami made the move to bridge the gap, Adder ducked as the kick whizzed over her head. Crouching down, Adder was in prime position for a trip or a low blow or a simple takedown. What she opted to do instead, was pop right back up after the kick and spew the green ‘venom’ in Tsunami’s face.

Getting a faceful of the deadly green venom in her face, Tsunami covered her face and fell back down to the ground to protect herself from any more of the noxious liquid. How did Tsunami not see this coming? It wasn’t the first time that she had dealt with this. Staying belly-down, Tsunami was yet again rendered incapacitated. She was screaming in agony as she tried to clear her eyes of the stinging venom.

There was nothing quite like seeing the fruits of labor come to pass, and watching Tsunami writhe on the mat as another victim of the venomous spit of the Death Adder brought about a dark grin from the still-standing aggressor. Adder took her time in walking towards the screaming Tsunami, but she kneeled down to rub salt in the wound with something equally as venomous as her sting: her words. “Is this what your ‘sensei’ taught you? How to scream?” To drive the point home, Adder was rather aggressively poking Tsunami’s shoulder, like a bully smacking a wimpy child around.

Tsunami’s thrashing calmed down as Adder closed in. It wasn’t smart to back a dog into a corner. Adder was right, Tsunami’s sensei didn’t teach her to cry on the ground like a little bitch. However, he did teach her how to do the next move. As Adder came down closer, Tsunami snatched Adder’s arm and turned around to reverse the position into a fujiwara armbar. “This, is what my sensei taught me!”

The look of confidence that had been all over Adder’s face had gone in an instant and with it came the shock and pain of the sudden armbar. In one fell swoop it was Adder that was face down, her arm being wrenched and worked while her free hand was balling and unballing a fist. The momentum was shifting away from Adder, and that was causing her to wince.

Pulling just a bit to cause some more damage to Adder, Tsunami then let go of the armbar. The tides had turned in favor of Tsunami, and she was looking to capitalize and make the most out of it. Spinning around to the other side of Adder, she slipped two hands underneath Adder’s midsection, squatting down to set up a gutwrench suplex.

Adder was still reeling from the shock and the armbar that by the time the hands went around her midsection she was already being lifted in the suplex, her feet flailing as they left the ground of the mat until she was turned ass-over-front and dropped onto her back, hitting the mat hard with the suplex.

This had to be it! Tsunami could taste the end. It was within her grasp as long as she kept this up. Jumping on Adder, she proceeded to beat her down and do some serious harm ground and pound style. Adder still needed to be softened up, but Tsunami knew this was the best way to do it.

Adder could hear the crowd voice their approval at the turn of events as she was now on the defensive as blow after blow bore down on her like the fist of an angry god. She had one option and that was to make Tsunami pause in her assault, which would only happen if...Adder reached out and grabbed the lower rope with a hand, causing the referee to step in and caution Tsunami. It was a cheap tactic, but wherewithal and ring awareness was a vital skill.

Unbeknownst to Tsunami, in the middle of her beatdown of Adder, Adder had managed to reach out to the rope and actually touch it. The ref had to step in and pull Tsunami off of her beatdown. At first she was confused, but then she realized that Adder was close enough to touch the rope and have them break. Still, she wasn’t about to admit that it was her fault. “Are you fucking kidding me, ref?” Tsunami protested, as they were stood back up. Sighing, once the ref let them go at it again, Tsunami soon determined that it was time to really end this match once and for all. Tsunami was getting ready to pull off one of her finishers.

With the assault ended for the moment, Adder didn’t take the time to get to her feet or even strike back; she instead took the moment while Tsunami was distracted with the ref to pull herself under the ropes and out of the ring, landing on the floor with an ungraceful drop. No matter what Tsunami planned to do next, Adder at least knew that she couldn’t be pinned on the outside of the ring, Adder would use that to her advantage.

Huh. For someone with so much confidence she sure had the gall to back down when things were getting hairy. Tsunami didn’t mind, though. She had more than enough in her arsenal to deal with Adder outside of the ring. She figured she was softening up real good, considering that she had actually retreated. It was like a snake to retreat when they got hurt. Staring Adder down, Tsunami made her way to the closest apron to her. It was clear what was coming next. Climbing up to the top. Tsunami only looked down at Adder, before looking at the crowd and raising her hands to pump them up. This was it. If Tsunami hit this… then it was definitely game over for Adder.

It was the poor predator who let the prey get away, but it was the well fed one that lulled their target to the point where they thought they had the upper hand. Adder was making quite the effort of showing her struggle to get to her feet while Tsunami was taking her time climbing to the top. All she had to do was wait for Tsunami to jump…

When the jump came, Adder sprung up, revealing the hard steel of the trashcan lid she had been concealing just out of sight, pulled out from under the ring as she exited it. As Tsunami came down, Adder swung up, the trash can lid colliding with Tsunami and the sound of flesh on steel ringing out like a gun. As the bell sounded for the end of the match, Adder simply smiled as the shock of it was starting to set in for the crowd.

Preparing to go for the jump, the opportunity was now. Tsunami had to take it now. Preparing a flying triangle, the crowd was on its feet as Tsunami got ready to jump, Much to her surprise, though, Adder had something in store for her that she’d never expect. As she leapt onto Adder, she revealed a garbage can lid that was acting as a shield for her. Tsunami knew what was going to be happening.

Colliding with the shield, Tsunami bounced off like a rubber ball and launched into a barrier at a shockingly high speed. The force of the collision was enough to disorient Tsunami. She grabbed her shoulder, wincing from the injuries she’d sustained from the event.

The match was already over and while Tsunami had technically won, Adder was the one getting the last laugh as she watched the look of pain on Tsunami’s face. Adder’s work was not done. Not so long as Tsunami was still breathing. With trash lid still in hand, Adder struck again, slamming it against Tsunami’s back to the angry roaring of the crowd and their raucous boos. The match was over. There were no longer any rules, and there was no one to stop her.

Feeling the round piece of metal collide with her back, Tsunami cried out in pain. There was no point in putting up any more attack. She lied down, no longer wanting to deal with the pain despite her technical victory. Officially, she won, but it was about as hollow of a victory as the Battle of Coral Sea.
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It took only a minute after Death Adder and Tsunami were separated and shuffled back to the locker room for the lights in the arena to go dark once more, and the rhythmic Latin drums of the Iron Bull's entrance music to hit the speakers. The arena went silent for but a moment just before the guitar was set to kick in, with the spotlight emerging on one Marco Rivera, who seemed to simply appear on the entrance ramp.

Marco never made a show of his entrances. He simply made a steady march down the ramp with a look of steady determination in his eyes and a water bottle in his hands. It allowed him time to think. Why was a match featuring two stalwarts of the company, one of them the newly crowned champion, no less, so low on the card?

He stopped for a moment at the bottom of the ramp to glance at the crowd before climbing the ring steps and wiping his boots on the apron before swinging himself into the squared circle. It was a very old fashioned thing to do. Perhaps it was one of the very few traditions of lucha libre he still kept to. He made one pass on a turnbuckle before he began his usual stretching exercise in the corner, with his music cutting out not long after.

As the lights went out in the Monda Center, the ruckus crowd erupted into a wave of jeers and boos. As the sultry saxophone began to play through the speakers and the dry ice permeated across the stage, a silhouette emerged, shrouded in darkness. The lights flickered blue and purple as lasers scanned face of the new AWE champion. Gethin broke away from the retro wave light effects just in time for them to turn blood red and brighter, fully illuminating his chiselled out of stone physique. The entire entrance was designed to evoke fear and discomfort on those viewing it. He was a killer, there had to be no question. Gripping his new title by his side, The Ogre made the slow deliberate walk to the ring, his eyes locked on tonight’s prey.

Marco was a journeyman. He was a great worker, who could get a good match out of anyone really. Tonight he was being used to make the new champ look strong. Gethin truly appreciated it. He would make sure to shake his hand after the segment was over. Sliding into the ring, The Human Torture Device held his gold aloft as the crowd rained down its opinion.

Marco was probably one of the few men on the roster who had the sheer bullheaded determination and lack of fear to look the Welsh Dragon in the eye and not be intimidated. He'd seen his fair share of lethal killers before. It wasn't until Gethin had entered the ring, when he was only a few feet away from him, raising the AWE Heavyweight Championship into the air, that Marco broke eye contact.

He knew it was a non-title match. Everyone knew it was a non-title match. But Gethin Rhys currently had what every wrestler in the AWE killed themselves on a nightly basis trying to get. Before the referee signaled for the bell, Marco approached Gethin very closely, nodded at the title in question, and backed away into his own corner in anticipation. No words. Just body language. He knew that Gethin knew what he was saying.

Gethin handed his belt over to the red and put in his gum shield. He cracked his neck as he glared intently at Marco. ”Time to retire, old man” As the bell rings, Gethin immediately took off running and rushed Marco into the corner with a high knee strike to the chest. He follows with several slaps to the head and neck and finally a spinning back fist straight to the jaw, dropping Marco to the floor. Of course being the two professionals they were, Gethin and Marco never touched each other and the Iron Bull’s selling of the assault was brilliant.

The vicious new heavyweight champion dove atop his opponent and fired downwards with a series of palm strikes, showcasing the martial arts style he had become quite well known for. Gethin jumped off of Marco and stood above him. ”This is supposed to be my challenge? PATHETIC!”

Marco barely had enough time after the bell to raise his hands in a mostly vain effort to block a knee strike before he found himself on the ground. He didn't immediately rise back up to his feet to rush the Welsh Dragon either. Rather, he pulled himself back up with the turnbuckles, looking out into the sea that was the crowd. Time to retire, huh?

Marco didn't respond to any of Gethin's goading. He wasn't the kind of competitor to lose his composure at such things. Instead, he turned around and delivered a knife edged chop to Gethin's exposed chest with as much force as he could get behind it. It was probably a little stiffer than needed, but the sound that reverberated throughout the ring was music to Marco's ears. He continued until the two were in the center of the ring and grabbed Gethin into a collar and elbow tie up.

"Alright, how do you want to do this? It's your call."

Time to see what the new champion could do.

The chops stung like a motherfucker but Gethin wasn’t going to complain. He was a very stiff worker himself, it made everything just that little bit more real and the fans would buy into it that much more. ”Stay competitive. Get your moves in, I’ll get a few in and then take over for the finish. Let’s show them you’ve still got some fight in you” Of course this was going off script. The Cardiff Psycho was supposed to go straight in with a squash and look dominant. Yet there was still a way to do that and let the fans know that Marco still had a great run in him. Gethin has a great amount of respect for the Iron Bull and so did the fans, they had just forgotten it.

Leaping in the air, The Ogre brought the Bull down chest first across his knees in a lung blower before transitioning into a cattle mutilation double underhook hold, padding out the match run time. ”Have a think if you want the headbutt spot towards the end” The Brutal Artists headbutt spot was dangerous. You had to be a brave soul to accept it hence why he always asked first. He legit crushed his skull against your skull and often drew blood. Normally he’d save it for bigger matches but he felt Marco deserved a moment to show his toughness.

Gethin broke the submission and got to his feet, still holding onto one of Marco’s arms. He started kicking him with pinpoint accuracy directed at his joints. ”Reverse”

Marco did as Gethin instructed and rose his own foot to block the Welshman's incoming kick with one of his own. The following forearm to the jaw freed Marco's other hand from the Dragon's grip and nearly turned the man around on his feet. Marco contemplated Gethin's words while he hooked one of his opponent's arms over his shoulder to set up his signature Gloria powerslam. The headbutt spot was one of the rarest in the company, and for good reason; crashing skulls together wasn't exactly a very good way to prolong a career, but damned if it didn't make a match seem larger than life. It wasn't what creative had called for when they pitched the match, but if Gethin was willing to do Marco that sort of favor, who was he to say no? He lifted Gethin into the air for a split second before slamming him back down and hooking his outside leg. It couldn't of been more than thirty seconds before his mind had been made.

"Just make sure to give me a signal."

The Ogre rolled out of the cover, a look of shock on his face. How could this old mutt get a two count on him. That wouldn’t happen again. As Marco pulled Gethin back to his feet, the Welshman struck him in the throat with a palm strike, creating some space between them. He followed this with combination stiff strokes, left palm to the face, right palm to the face, spinning back fist, low kick to the shin and a rising knee strike to the jaw. Gethin pulled the Bull into a tight headlock before lifting him up and with one swift elation bringing him back down to the mat with a twisting brainbuster.

Switching positions instantly, Gethin wrapped Marco’s arm up in a vice with his strong legs and grabbed his opponents hand. He manipulates the joints and bent them into directions they shouldn’t go with a Jim Breaks special before holding a single finger up to his lips to shush the crowd. Without any further warning, the psycho killer pulled the journeyman’s fingers apart as the snap was heard across the area.

”Get your signatures, then we’ll go home”

Marco let out a guttural yell and writhed in pain as he felt the bones in his fingers snap. He could do little more than flail his legs and, in the split second of opportunity before his opponent applied an armbar, use his free hand to clasp his fingers together to prevent his captured limb from being fully extended. It was hell on his newly broken fingers, and he frantically rolled himself into the Dragon's grasp to get his feet firmly planted into the mat. All in all it took nearly ten seconds for him to get a vertical base, but once he had, Marco inhaled and used all the might he could muster to lift Gethin into the air and slam him back to the ground with as much force as he could get out of what was essentially a deadlift powerbomb.

The maneuver had freed his arm, but rather than create space, the Bull brought Gethin up one more time, instead positioning the new champion in a fireman's carry. He looked into the sea of the crowd for a split second to let the Welshman prepare, and subsequently flipped the man over, driving his adversary's neck into his own knee.

He could hear the crowd swelling at his comeback, but Marco didn't waste any time before hitting the ropes in front of his now seated opposition and delivering a sliding lariat straight to his throat. It was a sudden flurry of offense they no doubt hadn't expected from a wrestler like the Iron Bull. At least, not on the show directly after a pay-per-view.

The onslaught would continue for a number of minutes afterwards. In fact, the bull rush involved Marco throwing nearly everything he had at the Ogre. Suplexes. Strike exchanges. Even a top rope hurricanrana. But Gethin always seemed to force himself to kick out or get a shoulder up through sheer force of will. Marco was frustrated, and everyone in the arena could tell just by the look on his face. They were edging closer and closer to a time limit draw, and there was nothing more disheartening than an inconclusive finish.

Now, with the two of them sprawled out in the center of the ring, the Bull grabbed his opponent by the hair to help bring him to his feet.

"Let's show these people just how much of a killer you can be."

”You got it. Headbutt”

Gethin allowed the veteran chance to prepare before going in for the shot. There was no need to hush the crowd to get the desired effect. The clash of skulls was loud enough to be heard throughout the arena. Marco crashed down to the sweat soaked mat clutching his forehead while the AWE champion stood in a light daze. As a single line of blood began to drop down his face, Gethin turned to the hard camera and grinned from ear to ear, the blood trickling down onto his mouth guard. He let out a guttural howl of satisfaction as the crowd began to chant;

YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!

Seizing the moment, the Welsh striker shoved his fingers into the roof of the Latin hero’s mouth and began dragging him across the ring and into the corner. Slamming Marco’s head against the bottom turnbuckle, Gethin followed it with multiple kicks to the head and chest of his opponent. Sprinting to the opposite corner, the killer growled as he set off again like an unstoppable juggernaut and booted The Iron Bull in the chest with a PK.

The Ogre did not relent as he pulled Marco to his feet and blasted him quickly with a snap German suplex. Keeping hold of the waistock, the champ repeated the move another two times before releasing him on the third lift. Spinning on his palm, Gethin did not let up the pace; driving Rivera into the ropes and hooking his arm around the top one. Without any wasted movement, Rhys continued to overwhelm his opponent with a rapid side elbows to his temple before pulling him free of his entanglement and picking him up on his shoulders. It was time to end this. The Ogre positioned Marco downwards and slotted his head between his knees before he leapt into the air, span and dropped down with the kneeling reverse piledriver known to the world as Hollow Point 87.

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