WARFARE - August 17th, 2026 - Printable Version

[size=medium]This is more than an entrance, it’s an arrival..

JR: "Okay so this is the thing. He doesn't blink. Have you noticed that? I've been watching tape on this guy all week and I have not seen him blink one time. That's a predator thing. Sharks do that. Certain reptiles. Guys who've done a lot of ayahuasca do that."

JC: "The Sin Collector, out of Black Creek, Tennessee. Judd Hollow hasn’t been in the XWF long, but he’s already left a trail of broken bodies in his wake!"

JR: "This dude has been here for one pay per view cycle, and he's already one win away from a Number One Contender's match! That's an insane trajectory. That's like fighting your way into a title eliminator off two fights in the regionals."

JC: "OH, THIS CROWD IS COMING UNGLUED!"

The show is quickly interrupted by the sound of a distant synthesizer, followed up by horses neighing and galloping through the dirt. It fades out, leading into the riff of a guitar strumming a fiery tune. There's an inherent electricity building within the air of the arena, culminating as the drums kick in. As they do, the steadfast figure of Scoops McGee comes out from the back, a look of no nonsense etched onto his face as he takes a long look at the crowd and the squared circle.

He nods, steadily walking to the ring and absentmindedly high-fiving any fans stretching out their hands who happen to be right in his way. He makes his way over to ringside, climbing up the steps methodically and stepping onto the ring apron. He saunters about halfway across the apron, taking one last long look at the crowd as they give their reception to the seasoned vet. Scoops stretches his arms out wide, accepting everything they've got to give before stepping into the ring.

Scoops skulks over to his corner, pacing there and doing some small stretches to keep himself warmed up before the match begins.

JR: "This is the loudest I've heard a building all year, and it's for a guy who was wrestling before I could drive."

JC: "Sixty four years old! Former Universal Champion, the reigning King of the Ring, and a man who has bled in every barn, armory and arena between Sioux City and Osaka!"

Judd Hollow
- vs -
Scoops McGee
Winner Earns a Spot in a #1 Contender’s Match for the Universal Title Next Warfare

When the bell rings the two men come to the center, and the size difference is somehow worse in person than it was on the graphic. Judd doesn't circle. He just stands there and lets Scoops look up at him.

Scoops looks up at him for exactly as long as it takes to measure, then cracks him across the jaw with a left forearm.

JC: "AND HE JUST SLAPPED THE TASTE OUT OF HIS MOUTH! No feeling out, no lock up, straight to it!"

Judd's head turns. His body doesn't. He rolls his jaw once, works it side to side, and looks back down at Scoops with an expression that hasn't changed by a single degree.

JR: "That's the worst thing that could've happened. Not for Judd. For Scoops. He just found out that shot doesn't work."

Scoops throws it again. Same arm. Same spot. Judd eats it. Third one, and this time Judd catches the arm at the wrist, holds it up between them like an exhibit, and drives a knee into Scoops' midsection that folds him clean in half!

The crowd noise drops out of the building all at once.

Judd shoves him back into the corner with one hand, sets his feet, and starts working elbows into the side of Scoops' head. Not fast. Deliberate. The referee gets to four before Judd steps off on his own, unbothered, and takes a slow half circle around the ring while the old man tries to find the middle rope.

JC: "And that is the pace, Joe. That is exactly what everyone warned about. He works like he's got all night and no reason to hurry."

JR: "He works like a guy doing a job he's done a hundred times. That's what's freaky about it. There's no adrenaline in it. It's just routine!"

Scoops stands up and fires back quicly with a boot to the gut and a snapmare, and immediately goes to the running boot to the seated man, but Judd is already up before Scoops can plant, and catches him coming in with a knee to the sternum that lifts the veteran onto his toes.

Judd hooks him, walks him to the corner, sits him on the top turnbuckle, and takes a long moment to look at him.

Then he bites him.

JC: "Oh, come on!"

JR: "He's biting his forehead! On live television! That is a hundred percent a real bite, that is not a worked anything, look at the ref!"

The referee is screaming into the side of Judd's head and getting nothing back. Four. Judd releases at four and a half, steps off the middle rope, and Scoops McGee is already wearing a crimson streak down the bridge of his nose.

Judd watches it run for a second. Then he reaches up, drags two fingers through it, and paints it across his own chest.

JR: "Okay. Okay, see, I've done a lot of things. I've been in a lot of rooms. That is the most unsettling thing I have ever watched a human being do to another human being on purpose."

JC: "He says he collects sins. I'm starting to think the man is being literal!"

Judd pulls Scoops off the buckle by the hair and drops him with a sidewalk slam that shakes the ring.

He goes for the cover!

1!

Judd picks the shoulder up himself!

JC: "He broke his own count!"

JR: "Because he doesn't want it yet. That's the read, right? He's not here to win a match at five minutes. He's here to make a point, and the point takes longer!"

Scoops crawls. Judd lets him get to the ropes, then stands on the back of his neck and leans, and the referee’s count starts again and again gets to four before Judd steps off unbothered.

He hauls Scoops up. Knee. Elbow. Knee. Every one of them landing with the same weight and the same rhythm, like a man splitting wood. Scoops sags into the ropes and Judd puts a forearm across his throat and just holds it there, and the boos come down in sheets.

Judd doesn't hear them. Doesn't tilt his head, doesn't smirk, doesn't spread his arms. Nothing. He looks at the man in front of him and only the man in front of him.

JR: "That's the other thing! He doesn't play to the crowd at all. Not even a little. Most guys, you get that heat, you feed on it, it's a whole feedback loop. This guy is completely sealed off. There's no door in."

JC: "Scoops trying to fire back, forearm, forearm, third one, and Hollow just walks through it and takes his head off with an elbow!"

The elbow drops Scoops face first. Judd flips him over, sits astride his chest, and starts hammering down with the point of the elbow, and by the time the ref drags him off, the streak on Scoops' forehead has become a mask.

Judd stands. He looks down at the mess he's made and something in his face changes, and it is not sympathy. It's appetite.

He drags Scoops to the middle of the ring, plants a boot on his wrist, and stomps the fingers.

JC: "The hand! He is going after the hand, and folks, that is not random. That left arm is the great equalizer for Scoops McGee. That is the Cattle Prod. That is forty years of stiff left forearms and Judd Hollow just tried to take it off him."

JR: "That's fight IQ, though. I hate to say it. That's a guy who watched tape and found the one weapon in the building he can't absorb."

Judd pulls the arm up into a hammerlock, wrenches it, then transitions into a short arm scissor and cranks. The referee drops down and asks. Scoops shakes his head no. Asks again. No. Judd cranks harder and Scoops answers by driving the top of his skull into Judd's jaw. Once. Twice. A third time that separates them entirely.

JC: "HEADBUTTS! He's got nothing else so he's using his head!"

JR: "He's using his head as a hammer while it's actively bleeding. That's a sixty four year old man. My knees hurt watching this."

Both up. Scoops throws the left. Judd blocks it. Scoops throws the right, which nobody was expecting, least of all Judd Hollow, and it catches him flush!

Judd staggers.

The building erupts…

Scoops McGee finds it, and when he finds it, Seattle finds it with him!

Left forearm. Right hand. Left forearm. Judd backs up into the ropes and Scoops keeps coming, ducks the wild elbow, and comes off the far side with a lariat that drops all two hundred and seventy three pounds onto the flat of his back for the first time all night!

JC: "DOWN GOES HOLLOW!"

JR: "That's the one, that's the one! Look at that! He didn't try to out muscle him, he waited until the guy was moving forward and used his own momentum. That's a beautiful piece of business right there."

Scoops doesn't cover. He knows better. He drags Judd up by his hair instead, hooks him, and hits an inverted atomic drop that stands the big man straight up on his toes, and then he steps back and measures.

JC: "He's calling for it. He's calling for the Cattle Prod!"

The short arm comes in and the left forearm comes with it and it catches Judd Hollow flush on the button and drops him into the ropes!

Judd tumbles through the middle and the bottom, out to the floor, and Scoops McGee is already running.

JC: "AMONG WILLOWS! HE HIT IT! SHOULDER TACKLE THROUGH THE ROPES AND HE PUT HIM INTO THE BARRICADE!"

JR: "He launched himself through a set of ropes at a man sixty pounds heavier onto a concrete floor. Sixty four! I want everyone at home to sit with that number for a second."

The ref starts the count. Scoops gets up first, but slower than he wants to, one hand braced on the apron, and the camera catches his chest heaving. He rolls Judd back in at six, follows him, and immediately starts climbing.

JC: "He's going up! We have seen this before, and it usually ends a match!"

Scoops perches on the middle rope, waits for Judd to get to a knee, and leaps.

JC: "PRAIRIE DOG! DIVING BULLDOG, HE CAUGHT ALL OF IT!"

Scoops hooks a leg and makes the cover! The crowd goes nuts as the referee’s hand slaps the mat!

1!

2!!

3- NO!

Judd Hollow's shoulder comes off the mat like it was spring loaded!

JR: “He kicked out!”

JC: After a Caddle Prod, Among Willows, AND a Prairie Dog?!?! I can’t believe what I’m seeing from Judd Hollow here tonight!

Scoops sits back on his heels and looks up at the lights, and you can see the math happening behind his eyes. He picks himself up to his feet, wipes away some of the blood pouring down his face, and then he waits for Judd to rise.

JR: “Scoops is taking a minute to catch his breath here, but if I were him, I wouldn’t be waiting for Judd to get back up! Keep him on the mat!”

JC: “It looks like Scoops’ gas tank may be running low!”

As soon as Judd’s up, Scoops fires the left again and it lands, but it doesn't move Judd the way it did five minutes ago. He fires it again and Judd catches it, and this time when Judd drives the knee in, Scoops doesn't have the base to absorb it.

Judd goes back to work, and now it's worse, because now there's rage in it. He stomps the head. He stomps it again. He grabs the corner of Scoops' mouth with a finger and hooks it and pulls, standing over him, and the camera cuts away while the ref counts four.

JR: "Okay he's fishhooking him, that's, no, that's, I had that done to me in training exactly one time and I quit that gym!"

JC: "The referee has warned him four separate times tonight. Four. And I don't believe Judd Hollow has heard one word of it. At some point, the referee may have to consider a disqualification here! Scoops is just being put through the ringer of dirty tricks!"

JR: “Disqualify Judd Hollow?! Maybe if the referee has a death wish he’ll do that!”

Judd is off the rails now. He pulls Scoops up and throws him into the corner and charges, full speed, all of it, no measurement, and Scoops McGee moves.

Judd goes shoulder first into the ring post!

JC: "AND THERE IT IS! That's the flaw! He got greedy and Scoops made him pay for it!"

JR: "That's the thing about rage, man. It's the best fuel and the worst steering."

Scoops staggers him out of the corner, ducks under, and hooks him from behind. The crowd knows the setup and comes to its feet in one motion!

JC: "He's going for the Big Scoop! Sixty four years old, sixty pounds down, and he is going to try to lift Judd Hollow!"

Scoops scoops the leg. He gets him up. The building is deafening!

He gets him up…but it is not clean.

The elevation isn't there.

The hips aren't under it.

Everyone in the arena can see it and Scoops McGee can feel it, and he drops it anyway because the alternative is not dropping it all!

JC: "THE BIG SCOOP! SCOOP SLAM PILEDRIVER, HE HIT IT!"

Scoops covers!

1!

2!!

3- NO!

KICK OUT!

JC: "SCOOPS JUST WON! SCOOPS JUST WON! Wait…..NO! NO, HE GOT OUT!"

JR: "He didn't get all of it. Did you see that? He couldn't get the hips under, so the guy landed on the shoulder instead of the neck. That's the sixty pounds. That's exactly the sixty pounds we talked about ninety minutes ago."

Climate Pledge Arena goes silent in a way that hurts to listen to.

Scoops McGee gets to his knees. His face is unrecognizable under the red. His chest is going like a bellows. He looks at Judd Hollow lying there, then he looks at his own hands, and then he does the thing that has defined his entire career, which is get up anyway.

He drags Judd to his feet. He gets him doubled over. He reaches down for the waist.

JC: "He's going for the Dynamite Bomb! He’s digging deep!"

Scoops pulls.

Nothing moves.

He pulls again, everything he has left, veins standing out on his neck, and Judd Hollow does not leave the ground.

Then, Judd Hollow straightens up out of the powerbomb position like a man standing up from a chair.

And he grabs Scoops McGee by the wrist.

[white]JC: "Wrist control. Oh no. Joe, we have seen what comes next."

JR: "Don't. Don't do it!"

Judd steps back and rips him in, and the old man comes across the ring with no ability left to stop himself, and Judd Hollow meets him halfway with a knee that lands so flush the sound reaches the top of the building before the replay does.

JC: "THE BLACK CREEK BAPTISM! RIPCORD KNEE! HE TURNED HIS LIGHTS OUT!"

Scoops folds up and lands on his side and does not move. Judd rolls him over with a boot, kneels down, and lays an arm across him.

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

JC: "KICKOUT! HE KICKED OUT! SCOOPS McGEE KICKED OUT OF THE BAPTISM!"

JR: "How? How? That was clean, that was a clean knee, that connects with the jaw and there's no version of that where you're conscious. That is a knockout shot! That's a stoppage in any other combat sport on the planet!"

Judd Hollow looks at the referee. Not angry. Curious. He holds up three fingers and the referee holds up two back, and for the first time all night something crosses the Sin Collector's face that could be described as interest.

He stands. He drags Scoops up by the arm, both of them, because there is nothing holding the old man up anymore. He ducks under and gets him across the shoulders.

JC: "He's got him up. He's got him up and he's running!"

Judd sprints. Three steps, four, all two hundred and seventy three pounds of him building speed with a sixty four year old man lying across his shoulders, and then he drops!

He drops and he drives Scoops McGee spine first across both raised knees while the momentum keeps going, and the impact snaps the veteran's whole body like a bent branch!

JC: "DEVIL'S HOLLOW! RUNNING POWERBOMB LUNGBLOWER! HE MAY HAVE BROKEN HIM IN HALF!"

JR: "That's a spinal injury. I'm not joking. That's not a wrestling move, that's an orthopedic emergency! This one’s over!"

Judd makes the cover!

1!

2!!

3- NO!

SCOOPS SURVIVES!

HE GETS A SHOULDER UP!

JC: "NO! NOOOO! HE KICKED OUT AGAIN! SCOOPS McGEE KICKED OUT OF DEVIL'S HOLLOW!"

The crowd screams with joy!

JR: "That shoulder came up at two and nine tenths and I want to know why. I want somebody to explain to me why. He's got nothing left. There's nothing in the tank, there's nothing in the arms, he can't see out of one eye. What is that? What is that made of?"

JC: "Forty years, Joe. That's what that's made of!"

And now, finally, Judd Hollow loses it.

He comes up off the mat fast, faster than he has moved all night, and he grabs the referee by the shirt and points down at the body and screams something into the referee's face that the censors do not catch in time. Judd turns in a full circle, hands laced behind his head, and for one moment the methodical thing is gone entirely and there is just a man in a rage in the middle of a ring.

When Judd turns around Scoops McGee is on one knee. Both hands on the middle rope, blood running off his chin onto the canvas, and he is trying to stand up, and he is going to keep trying to stand up, because that is the only thing left that he knows how to do.

Judd Hollow walks over and pulls him the rest of the way to his feet.

Then he hooks both arms, doubles him over, and lifts him straight up into the air.

JC: "He's got him up! Powerbomb position!"

JR: "No. No, look at the hands. Look at where the hands are. He's not hooking the legs. HE'S NOT HOOKING THE LEGS."

Judd Hollow does not throw him forward.

He sits.

Scoops McGee comes down almost vertical, folded, the crown of his head and the back of his shoulders taking every ounce of it, as the ring makes a sickening crunching sound.

JC: "THE LAST RIDE HOME."

Judd puts one hand on the chest.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Winner: Judd Hollow

JC: Folks, this was supposed to be a triple-threat match with Samael Dyson’s Television Title on the line… but as we saw earlier, Samael Dyson was injured, allegedly attacked by Judd Hollow!

JR: And that reduces our competitors to two! And, so long as one of these two pins or submits the other, we’re looking at a new Television champion!

“Hollywood” by Motionless in White starts pumping through the arena.

“It’s always on the weekend, like neon in the night, when Hollywood is bleeding it never seems to die.”

A movie trailer announcer voice comes on.

Ladies and gentlemen. The Man…has come home.

The lights flicker. One firework shoots from the top of the arena down to the stage. Boom! A man appears, wearing a black hoodie and black leather pants with blue flames at the bottom. A spotlight shines on him as he lifts his head and pulls back the hood to reveal...

'Mr. Amazing' Vincent Jamison

JC: There he is! Vincent Jamison! Mister Amazing himself!

JR: After fourteen years gone, the Amazing One has come home to the XWF and it feels… Amazing!

JC: Mr. Amazing has been a former XWF Tag Team champion. And he pinned XWF Legend Lee Stone!

JR: But he faces a wholly unique challenge tonight! Can Mr. Amazing turn back the clock and be as amazing as we’ve seen him in the past!

Mr. Amazing sports black Ray Ban shades over his eyes, which themselves are coated in face paint, red on the right eye, blue on the left. He walks to the ring with purpose and swagger as he slaps hands with people in the crowd. He hands his sun glasses off to a kid before climbing onto the ring apron.

He takes off the hoodie and hands it off to the ring crew. He tests the top rope's tightness with a tug before using it to flip over the top rope, landing feet first in the ring.

"Sometimes the ones you trust most are the ones twisting the knife (twisting the knife)
So we keep running and we're running 'til our hearts explode
We're living like we're dying, but we're still hollow
So love me like I'm already your enemy"

He takes in the crowd's cheers as he looks around the arena.

"And just when you think you're at the top of the chain
Someone comes around and puts you back in your place
The hunter and hunted are one in the same"

Mr. Amazing climbs a turnbuckle and raises his arms over his head in an X shape. Pyro ignites from the remaining three ring posts.

"'Cause everybody's somebody's, somebody's prey
Everybody's somebody's prey!"

Vincent moves to the center of the ring and awaits the start of the match.

…

The unsettling opening of Rok Nardin’s “Bad Blood” cranks up over the speakers. Fog rises from the aisle, staying at shin level. Through the haze steps Malachi Graves. He’s clad in his reverend attire yet does not appear as relaxed and focused as he would when escorting Judd Hollow to the ring.

He looks anxious, perhaps a little worried. From behind him comes Garisha. Her eyes are wild and bulging; everyone can see it despite her long dark hair being a mess and concealing portions of her face. She’s clad in simple attire. Conservative. Leaving nothing for the perverted minds in the stands and watching on TV to latch onto.

JC: Garisha looked absolutely dominant in her debut match last Warfare against John Black!

JR: And when her… colleague? Fellow Malachi Graves follower? When Judd Hollow lost to Dyson last Warfare via injection shenanigans, she enlisted a doctor to make her immune to that serum that put Hollow down last Warfare!

JC: Barring some shocking twist, Dyson is out so the likelihood of serum-shenanigans is low… but never zero! It looks like the only thing standing in Garisha’s way from championship gold is Mr. Amazing!

JR: But that’s a huge obstacle! Can Garisha get the job done?!

Beside her arrives Dr. Glen. His eyes are focused intently on her, never straying as they head toward the ring. He says stuff to Garisha and Malachi. When they get to the ring steps, Malachi pulls her in close, hugging her. He then places his hands on her shoulders and says things not picked up by the camera.

He then motions up the stairs and she lets out a roar, jetting up the steps in a blur and entering the ring like a woman possessed.

The referee raises the Television Championship overhead one final time before handing it off to the ringside official.

Jacuinde Castillo: “Ladies and gentlemen, after the unfortunate injury to Television Champion Samael Dyson earlier tonight, we are down to the two remaining challengers! Fifteen minutes on the clock! Whoever wins this match leaves here as the XWF Television Champion!”

Joe Rogan: “And this is a completely different fight now, Jacuinde. No Dyson. No Insignificants. No bullshit. It's just Vincent Jamison and Garisha.”

His expression is serious, almost surprisingly calm. He rolls his shoulders once, takes a slow breath through his nose, and watches Garisha from across the ring rather than rushing toward her.

JC: After fourteen years away, Jamison knows better than to sprint blindly into danger.

JR: Get ready, though, Jacuinde! Cuz when he starts zipping around the ring, shit gets amazing real quick!

The bell rings.

XWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Samael Dyson ©
- vs -
‘Mr. Amazing’ Vincent Jamison
- vs -
Garisha
15 Minute Time Limit

15:00

14:59

14:59

Vincent Jamison immediately brings both hands up.

Garisha doesn't move.

Her head is slightly lowered. Her arms hang loose at her sides. Her eyes remain fixed on Vincent.

Vincent's lips curl into a tiny, confident smile.

He slowly circles to his left.

Garisha's nostrils flare.

She follows him without moving her feet at first, her head tracking him with eerie precision. Then her shoulders turn, her eyes never leaving his.

Jacuinde: “Look at the difference in demeanor here. Vincent is trying to establish a rhythm. Garisha is just... staring at him.”

Rogan: “Yeah. She's staring at him like he's dinner.”

Vincent's smile disappears.

He recognizes that she's not playing along with the usual opening dance. His eyebrows draw together as he studies her stance.

He steps forward, entering her guard.

Garisha's eyes narrow.

Vincent suddenly shoots in, reaching for a collar-and-elbow tie-up.

Garisha's expression flashes with surprise.

Her arms snap upward.

The two collide.

Vincent immediately feels the difference.

His eyes widen as Garisha's hands clamp around his shoulders with shocking force. His jaw tightens, his feet digging into the canvas as he tries to establish leverage.

Garisha's lips pull back into a faint, almost feral grin.

She leans forward.

And shoves him backward.

Vincent's boots skid across the canvas.

He catches himself before reaching the ropes, blinking rapidly as he looks down at his own feet.

Rogan: “Oh.”

Jacuinde: “Vincent Jamison just got moved several feet backward!”

Rogan: “Yeah. That's not technique. That's horsepower.”

Vincent exhales through his nose.

His expression hardens.

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13:44
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Jamison nods once, almost to himself.

Then he raises both hands again.

This time, he approaches more cautiously.

Garisha's shoulders lower.

Her eyes follow his hands.

Vincent suddenly changes levels, hooking Garisha's leg while wrapping his arm around her waist.

Garisha's eyes widen.

She throws her weight backward.

Vincent's face twists with determination as he tries to finish the takedown.

Garisha's fingernails curl into Vincent's skin.

She refuses to go.

JC: So far this feels less like a wrestling match and more a man trying to wrangle a bear with rabies!

Vincent grits his teeth.

He adjusts his grip, steps around her hip, and uses his leverage to finally dump her onto her back.

Garisha's head smacks the canvas.

Her eyes immediately snap open.

Vincent rises quickly.

A flash of satisfaction crosses his face.

He points toward his own head.

JC: “That's veteran wrestling right there! Jamison recognized that he can't match Garisha's raw strength and immediately changed the equation!”

JR: “Exactly. He's not trying to win a bench press contest.”

Vincent dives for a quick cover.

Garisha's expression remains blank.

ONE!

Garisha’s shoulder explodes off the canvas.

Vincent's eyes widen.

12:29
12:28
12:27

He scrambles backward.

Garisha rolls onto one knee.

Vincent's expression changes again, this time into concentration.

He steps behind her.

Garisha's head tilts.

Vincent wraps both arms around her waist.

He pulls.

Garisha's eyes flash with irritation.

Vincent tries a German suplex.

Garisha plants both feet.

Vincent's face contorts as he strains.

Garisha slowly begins straightening.

Vincent's eyes widen.

He knows he's losing the leverage battle.

He quickly releases the waistlock.

Garisha spins around.

Her expression is suddenly furious.

She charges.

Vincent's eyes widen in alarm.

He drops his shoulder.

Garisha's clothesline whistles over his head.

Vincent immediately pivots.

Garisha turns.

Vincent's face is determined.

He surges forward.

SUPERKICK!

Garisha's head snaps backward.

The crowd erupts.

Garisha staggers.

Vincent's eyes widen at the opening.

He doesn't hesitate.

He charges.

Garisha's face twists with rage.

She turns directly into him.

Vincent lowers his shoulder.

SPEAR!

The impact folds Garisha in half.

She crashes to the mat.

Vincent immediately hooks both legs.

Jacuinde: “SPEAR! Vincent Jamison found the opening!”

Rogan: “That's what experience gets you. He didn't admire it. He went straight for the cover.”

ONE!

TWO!

Garisha kicks out.

11:14
11:13
11:12

Vincent's expression changes from confidence to disbelief.

He sits upright.

Garisha remains on her back.

Vincent shakes his head.

He looks toward the referee.

Then back at Garisha.

His eyebrows rise.

JR: “She's tough.”

JC: “Vincent Jamison thought that might have been enough! Jamison’s gotta be wondering how he’s gonna put her down in fifteen minutes!”

JR: “Hey, I just thought’ve something! If neither of these two pin or submit each other before the time limit, does Dyson retain the belt?”

JC: “I hope we don’t find out!”

Vincent pushes himself upright.

His expression becomes increasingly competitive.

He grabs Garisha by the wrist.

Garisha's eyes open.

Vincent pulls.

Garisha's body slides across the canvas.

Vincent raises his boot.

His face tightens with intent.

AXE KICK!

Garisha rolls away.

Vincent's boot slams into the canvas.

Vincent's face flashes with frustration.

He turns.

Garisha is already standing.

Vincent's eyes widen.

Garisha's face is expressionless.

Then her nostrils flare.

Her shoulders rise.

Her hands curl into fists.

Vincent takes one involuntary step backward.

Garisha charges.

Vincent's face tightens.

He ducks.

Garisha hits the ropes.

Vincent turns with her.

Garisha rebounds.

Vincent braces.

Garisha's eyes lock onto him.

LARIAT!

Vincent's head snaps sideways.

His body flips almost completely over before crashing onto the canvas.

Rogan: “GOOD LORD!”

Jacuinde: “Vincent Jamison nearly got decapitated!”

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9:48
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Garisha stands over him.

Her chest heaves.

Her face is twisted with anger.

She reaches down.

Vincent's eyes widen.

He immediately rolls away.

Garisha's fingers close around empty air.

Vincent scrambles toward the ropes.

Garisha follows.

Vincent grabs the top rope.

Garisha grabs his ankle.

Vincent's face twists with alarm.

He kicks.

Garisha catches his boot.

Vincent's eyes widen further.

Garisha yanks.

Vincent's body slides underneath the bottom rope.

Garisha's expression turns frustrated.

She steps through the ropes.

The referee immediately begins counting.

ONE!

TWO!

JC: “Garisha needs to be careful! She's starting to let that rage get the better of her!”

JR: “Double countout! Normally that could lead to a draw, but that’s another way Dyson could retain the belt!”

JC: “Joe, please, I need to believe Dyson is going to lose the belt tonight, you’re gonna give me a heart attack with all these ways he could keep it.”

Garisha ignores the referee… The referee grows concerned and loses the count, chasing after her…

Vincent is on his knees beside the apron.

His face is pained, but his eyes are calculating.

He sees Garisha coming.

A tiny smile appears.

He slams his forearm upward.

Garisha's chin snaps back.

Vincent immediately grabs the ropes and pulls himself upright.

Garisha's eyes burn.

Vincent's expression turns confident.

He drives a knee into her stomach.

Garisha doubles over.

Vincent grabs her.

His face shows renewed determination.

He hooks her head.

DDT!

Garisha's forehead crashes against the floor beside the ring.

The crowd gasps.

Vincent rolls back onto his feet.

He looks down.

Garisha isn't moving.

Vincent's chest rises and falls heavily.

JR: That’s what I’m talking about! That’s the man they call Mr. Amazing!

He looks toward the crowd.

He spreads his arms.

JC: “Vincent Jamison is feeling it now!”

JR: “That's the old-school veteran coming out. He's realizing he can beat her if he stops trying to overpower her.”

The official has the wherewithal to start the count he should have been delivering this time…

THREE!

FOUR!

Vincent's expression suddenly changes.

He grabs Garisha by the wrist.

Garisha's eyes snap open.

Vincent pulls her upward.

Garisha's face is dazed.

Vincent drags her toward the ring.

He shoves her underneath the bottom rope.

Then he slides in behind her.

JC: Phew. This match continues!

JR: But the clock keeps ticking!

6:47
6:46
6:45

Vincent gets to his feet.

Garisha remains on all fours.

Vincent's face is focused.

He grabs her around the waist.

Garisha's expression changes.

Her lips curl upward.

Vincent doesn't notice.

He pulls.

Garisha's legs straighten.

Vincent lifts.

Garisha's eyes widen with sudden fury.

Vincent's face strains.

He gets her completely off the mat.

GERMAN SUPLEX!

Garisha lands hard.

Vincent maintains the grip.

He rolls through.

Garisha's eyes widen.

Vincent lifts again.

SECOND GERMAN!

The crowd reacts louder.

Vincent keeps the waistlock.

His face is now almost manic with determination.

JR: “He's chaining them together! This is classic Mr. Amazing!”

Vincent lifts a third time.

Garisha's eyes suddenly go cold.

Her hands shoot backward.

She catches Vincent's wrists.

Vincent's face flashes with confusion.

Garisha violently throws her head backward.

BUCKSHOT HEADBUTT!

Vincent's nose snaps backward.

He releases her.

His hands fly to his face.

Garisha rolls onto her knees.

Her breathing is heavy.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

She looks at the blood on it.

Her expression changes.

Something inside her seems to click.

JC: “Oh, no. Look at those moon-yellow eyes!”

JR: “That's the look of a predator that smells blood.”

Vincent slowly lowers his hands.

His eyes are watering.

He blinks.

He sees Garisha kneeling several feet away.

His expression shifts from pain to confusion.

Garisha looks up.

Her face is almost completely blank.

Then she smiles.

Vincent's smile disappears.

Garisha lunges.

Vincent braces.

Garisha crashes into him.

Her arms wrap around his torso.

Vincent's eyes widen.

Garisha squeezes.

Vincent's face contorts.

She lifts him off the ground.

JC: “BEAR HUG!”

4:58
4:57
4:56

Vincent's boots kick helplessly.

Garisha's expression becomes increasingly furious.

She begins violently jerking him from side to side.

Vincent's body ragdolls.

JR: “SHE'S THROWING HIM AROUND!”

Vincent's face twists with pain.

He tries to pry her arms apart.

Garisha squeezes harder.

Vincent's eyes bulge.

His hands claw at her wrists.

Garisha growls directly into his ear.

She jerks him violently again.

With all the might he can muster, Jamison throws his body weight to the side!

And Garisha and he wind up against the ropes!

The official moves to break it up!

JC: Great veteran awareness by Vincent Jamison!

JR: But did you see Garisha’s strength! Vincent couldn’t have escaped her grip with the jaws of life!

The crowd roars.

At the count of four, Garisha releases him.

Vincent collapses onto his knees.

3:50
3:49
3:48

Jamison coughs.

His face is pale.

Garisha charges.

Vincent' throws himself sideways.

Garisha misses.

She hits the ropes.

Vincent rolls to his feet.

His expression changes.

The fear gives way to instinct.

He turns toward her.

Garisha rebounds.

Vincent steps forward.

He hooks her.

His face becomes fiercely determined.

SPINEBUSTER!

Garisha crashes onto the canvas.

JC: That might have done it! We might have a new Television champion!

Vincent immediately drops on top of her.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOOOOOO! Garisha kicks out.

Vincent's face is stunned.

He sits up.

Garisha remains on the canvas.

Vincent looks toward the clock on the X-Tron!

2:55
2:54
2:53

He wipes blood from beneath his nose.

His expression hardens.

Then he looks down at Garisha.

Garisha slowly rolls onto her side.

Her eyes flutter.

Vincent's breathing is ragged, but his posture straightens.

The old confidence returns to his face.

He slaps his own chest.

“Come on!”

Garisha's brow furrows.

She begins pushing herself up.

Vincent backs toward the corner.

His eyes remain locked on her.

His fists clench.

He knows exactly what he wants.

JC: “Vincent Jamison is backing into the corner! What's he got in mind?”

JR: “Something amazing, Jacuinde!”

Garisha reaches one knee.

Vincent's expression tightens.

He suddenly bursts forward.

And Garisha comes to life charging at him!

But Jamison, zipping like a superhero, dips into a forward roll!

Garisha sails past! She kicks off the corner, looking to keep building speed!

But Jamison stops on a dime!

Garisha charges…

RIGHT INTO AN AMAZING SUPERKICK!

Garisha's head snaps violently backward.

Her eyes roll.

Her body goes limp.

She collapses flat onto the canvas.

The crowd erupts.

Vincent's face explodes with excitement.

He throws both fists into the air.

JC: “SUPERKICK! GARISHA IS DOWN!”

JR: “HE CAUGHT HER! HE CAUGHT HER CLEAN!”

Vincent looks toward the clock.

1:58
1:57
1:56

His expression changes from excitement to absolute urgency.

He scrambles toward the ropes.

He climbs.

Garisha doesn't move.

Vincent's eyes are burning with determination.

He stands on the top turnbuckle.

He looks down.

Garisha is sprawled in the center of the ring.

Vincent's face becomes almost serene.

JC: After fourteen years away, after all the doubt, after everyone wondering whether Mr. Amazing still had anything left—

This is his moment. This is AMAZING!

He spreads his arms.

The crowd rises.

JC: “AMAZING SPLASH!”

JR: “HERE WE GO!”

Vincent leaps.

Garisha's eyes suddenly snap open.

Her face contorts.

AMAZING SPLASH!

…

No!

At the absolute last possible instant, she rolls away.

Vincent's eyes widen in midair.

He realizes he's going to miss.

His body twists instinctively.

He tucks his shoulder.

Instead of crashing chest-first onto the canvas, Vincent rotates through the landing, hitting the mat on his back and immediately rolling with the momentum.

The crowd gasps.

Then erupts.

JC: “HE ROLLED THROUGH!”

JR: “OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT'S WHY THEY CALL HIM MR. AMAZING!”

Vincent pops back onto his feet.

His face is stunned.

He spins around.

His expression changes.

Garisha is already standing.

Her eyes are wild.

Her shoulders are hunched.

Her arms hang loosely at her sides.

She looks like something that has just been awakened.

Vincent's mouth drops open.

He takes one step backward.

Garisha's expression suddenly hardens.

Her entire body coils.

Vincent's eyes widen.

He barely has time to raise his hands.

Garisha POUNCES.

She explodes forward like a cannon shot.

Her entire body leaves the canvas.

POUNCE!

Garisha crashes into Vincent with such force that his feet leave the mat before his back violently slams against it.

The ring shakes.

Vincent's eyes go wide.

His mouth opens in shock.

Garisha drives through him and keeps him pinned against the canvas with sheer momentum.

JC: “POUNCE! POOUNCE! POOUNCE!”

JR: “SHE JUST RAN THROUGH HIM!”

0:09
0:08
0:07

Garisha's face is twisted into an animalistic snarl.

She hooks both legs.

Vincent's face is frozen in disbelief.

The referee drops.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Winner and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW XWF Television Champion: Garisha

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd explodes.

Garisha immediately rolls away.

She sits upright.

Her chest heaves.

Her eyes remain fixed on Vincent.

The referee grabs the Television Championship.

JC: “GARISHA HAS DONE IT! GARISHA HAS PINNED MR. AMAZING! GARISHA IS THE NEW XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION!”

JR: “What a fight! Vincent Jamison came within inches of pulling off the comeback of the year, but Garisha just wouldn't stay down!”

JC: “What a return for Vincent Jamison! What a victory for Garisha! And what a fifteen minutes we have just witnessed!”

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The cameras swept across the arena as the noise grew louder, it was indeed Main Event time. There was no championship hanging on the line, but for Remi Storm, the stakes were higher than a million dollar bet on your favorite sports book app. If Remi could somehow defeat SEB tonight, she would punch her ticket to Relentless and earn the opportunity to challenge him for the Universal Championship.

Tig Collins stood in the center of the ring, microphone raised.

Tig Collins: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

JR: A lot on the line right now, should Remington Storm defeat the Universal Champion tonight, she will get a chance to fight Sebastian Everett-Bryce again at Relentless!

JC: Yeah, and that match would then be for the biggest prize in XWF the Universal Championship. This is a big opportunity for Remi…

The arena lighting suddenly dropped to black.

Pink and silver lightning flashed across the screens as the opening of Dead Posey’s “She Went Bad” blasted through the speakers.

She went bad…
Made her pretty little world turn black…
Miss perfect never had a chance…
Threw a middle finger up…
She’s going to hell anyway…

Twin pink spotlights landed upon the entranceway, and Remington Storm skipped through the curtain to an enormous reception. She stopped at the top of the ramp, tossing her hair over her medically taped shoulder before flashing that familiar mischievous grin.

Tig Collins: Introducing first, from Wellesley, Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred seventeen pounds… Reminnnnnnngtoooooon Stoooooorrrm!

With a smile, she scampers down towards the ring as the spotlights follow. Once there, she grabs ahold of a post, swinging around with a slight wince of pain while blowing a kiss to the camera.

JR: You can see the excitement all over Remington Storm tonight, but she better keep those emotions under control. This is the biggest opportunity of her young career.

JC: Excitement is exactly what Sebastian Everett-Bryce wants, Joe. He want Remi to get ahead of herself. If she makes that mistake against SEB, he’ll tie her into a knot and send you home in a shoebox.

JR: I do know one thing, she better watch the audience and the fans more closely after the week she’s had!

She hops up onto the apron and rolls over the top rope. She crosses to the other side, giving a little shimmy dance as she does. She nimbly leaps onto the turnbuckle, lifting both hands over her head and flashing a cocky grin. The spotlights cut out, the lighting strobing pink and silver before returning to normal as Remi steps down onto the mat. She then swings her shoulder in wide circles, trying to work the kinks out of it from being ran down earlier in the week.

Sirens pierced through the building.

Tig Collins: And her opponent… He is the XWF Universal Champion…

The lights in the arena cut out entirely, and the fans begin to buzz. The darkness holds for a moment before…

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