"Second Sucks" by A Day to Remember plays and out walks Toa with the towel, drenched in blood, wrapped around his neck. He is staring down on the ground and listening to the boos and cheers coming from the fans.
"FIGHT"
Salvatore Pellegrino: This next contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from the Isle of Samoa, weighing in at 280 pounds, "Samoan Executioner" TO'A!
Once he hears the opening line, he starts walking down the ramp, still not showing his face. When he walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, he throws the towel on the ground and does a battle cry.
The lights all go out and "Miseria Cantare" by AFI starts as a single spotlight shines on the entrance as Damien Steele is standing in the entrance hair in front of his face as at the 45 second mark of the song. Damien flips his hair back and starts to walk down to the ring, as the words of the song start.
LOVE... YOUR HATE...
Salvatore Pellegrino: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Steve Corman, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 221 pounds, "The Vicious One" DAMIEN STEELE!
Damien Steele makes no connection to any fans that might be throwing insults his way, almost as if he is only focused on the ring, and more specifically his opponent.
YOUR... FAITH LOST...
Steele reaches the ring as he walks around to the steps.
YOU... ARE NOW...
Damien waits at the bottom of the steps keeping his eyes on his opponent.
ONE... OF US...
A wicked smile comes across his face as the words of the song repeat again just a little bit faster this time.
LOVE... YOUR HATE... YOUR... FAITH LOST... YOU... ARE NOW... ONE... OF US...
Steele takes one step up the steps, still keeping his eyes locked on his opponent till he reaches the top step and wipes his feet before entering the ring never taking his eyes off his opponent.
SINGLES MATCH w/
The showdown between ex-Shooter siblings “The Vicious One” Damien Steele and “The Samoan Executioner” TO’A flares up immediately. TO’A manages to snap off a Scoop Powerslam combined with a Crucifix Armbar. Being Steele’s cornerman, Steve Corman casually pushes the northern bottom rope by stretching out his arms. This allows Damien just enough leverage for him to break the hold while avoiding referee detection. TO’A maintains his grip until the referee counts 4. Without hesitation, he slashes his throat at Corman before connecting with a gigantic Gargoyle Suplex. Steele tries shaking the cobwebs out of his cranium while “The Icon” starts jaw-jacking with “The Samoan Executioner.” Damien Steele rolls onto the northern ring apron and pulls off a Slingshot Stunner to a distracted TO’A. With his opponent charging, “The Vicious One” scores with a Pele Kick to TO’A’s temple before hitting a Fisherman’s DDT/Cradle pinning combination. “The Samoan Executioner” does not have the wherewithal to kick out before 2. Damien goes for an Inverted Frankensteiner, but gets trapped in a brutal Muscle Buster by his opponent. TO’A tries for a cover, but Corman decides to lay TO’A’s right boot on the western bottom rope as the referee notices in between counting 2 and 3. Steele rolls back to the northern ring apron, clutching it as the referee moves TO’A away. While the official is merely performing his assigned duties, he inadvertently is assisting Damien as “The Vicious One” springboards off and connects with a Clothesline. Steele doubles down with a Springboard Moonsault utilizing the southern-facing top rope. He tries for the trifecta with a Springboard Knee Strike off the eastern-facing top rope, but gets snatched up in a Samoan Drop. “The Samoan Executioner” then performs another throat slash prior to attempting to apply a Coquina Clutch. “The Vicious One” gets enough bearings to bust out an Asai DDT as well as his patented Looney Stomp from an eastern direction. TO’A’s practically unconscious at this point when Steve Corman tells Steele to hit the 2nd City Sleeper. “The Samoan Executioner” is the one who’s head must feel like it’s been struck by a guillotine after colliding with Damien’s right knee and shin. “The Vicious One” Damien Steele makes the cover.
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3!
Salvatore Pellegrino: Here is your winner, DAMIEN STEELE!
Mike Vincent: Damien wins, but not without some help from Steve Corman.
Cole Haywood: Being a Steve Corman Guy has its perks. What did Damien ever get by being a Shooter?
Chris Pierce: I'm gonna have to agree with Cole here. Steve Corman will elevate Damien Steele.
"Miseria Cantare" plays through out the arena as Steve Corman enters the ring and raises Damien's hand, with his foot planted firmly on TO'A's chest.
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We cut to an undisclosed location. Zoey Mathews-Mitchell walks into frame.
Zoey Mathews-Mitchell: From day one our mission has been the same. Capture the AXW Tag Team Championships. But the mission is not over.
Leland Alexander steps into frame.
Leland Alexander: This is only the beginning. Now is the "hard part" as many would say.
Malcolm M. Mitchell steps up.
Malcolm M. Mitchell: Now we have to hold onto the titles, but it won't be hard for us. We're the best damn team this company has to offer.
Velvet Valentine walks up.
Velvet Valentine: Apart from being the best, there's another thing that separates us from the rest of the teams here. There's one...
Malcolm M. Mitchell: ...Two...
Leland Alexander: ...Three...
Zoey Mathews-Mitchell: ...Four of us. Everyone else only has two people.
Malcolm M. Mitchell: With strength in numbers, there will be no stopping us.
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Jen Brunelli: This next contest scheduled for one fall, is a Brother vs. Brother Grudge Match!
The opening beat of "Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli blares out as the crowd goes in a frenzy, hyped to see the arrival of "The World Warrior" The cameras focused on the countdown clock shown in the titantron while we hear a voice say, "Ultranumb"
"THREE. THREe, THRee, THree,Three
"TWO, TWO., two two
ONE"
"YOU WANT IT ALL RIGHT NOW"
The lights starts to flicker before coming back to normal as Justin Wyndham(wearing his new "Pure Fighter" t-shirt) comes out with a determined look on his face, motivated to finally getting his hand on his brother. He bends down on both knees and looks at his imaginary "watch" before getting up and doing the cut throat sign.
Jen Brunelli: Introducing first, from Cloverleaf, Texas, weighing in at 210 pounds, "The World Warrior" JUSTIN WYNDHAM!
He then gets up before running down to the ring in full speed. Once he enters the ring, he goes to the nearest turnbuckle(not even doing his signature headbang to the turnbuckles) and looks directly at the entrance stage, impatiently waiting for the arrival of Fredrick Wyndham
Mike Vincent: Look at the determination on Justin's face. He skipped his head banging routine of his entrance and he's ready for a fight.
Cole Haywood: I'm glad he skipped that part. He looks stupid every time he slams his head repeatedly on the turnbuckle.
Chris Pierce: We're about to see an awesome and perhaps brutal battle between two brothers. This has been building up for months. Hell, some say this has been building up for years since their childhood.
The opening drum beat of "Mene (We don't feel anything)" by Brand New plays as Fredrick Wyndham appears to the chorus of boos from the fans. When we hear the guitar riff, he looks up at the sky, closing his eyes and his arms wide spread as if he's soaking up the reaction coming from the fans. Once the lyrics are heard, he looks around the arena, analyzing the crowd with disgust. He then taunts at his brother before tapping at his imaginary watch and does the cutthroat sign while yelling, "IT'S TIME TO DESTROY YOU BROTHER." Pyro comes out after he does the pose.
Jen Brunelli: And his opponent, from Cloverleaf, Texas, weighing in at 265 pounds, "Most Known Unknown" FREDRICK WYNDHAM!
Mike Vincent: Look at the audacity of Fredrick Wyndham, taunting his brother and even doing his pose in presence of Justin.
Cole Haywood: I love it when he does that. Fredrick is so much cooler than his younger brother. I hope he kicks his ass and teaches him a lesson!
Chris Pierce: Fredrick is overly confident going in this match.
Fredrick smirks before making his way to the ring. He doesn’t care about the fans jeering him as his eyes are fixated on his brother. However, Justin dives off the top turnbuckle and hits Fredrick with a diving crossbody!
Mike Vincent: Justin is wasting no time. He desperately wants to get his hands on his brother!
Cole Haywood: Hey that's not fair! Attacking him from the outside like a damn coward! The match hasn't even started yet.
Chris Pierce: I don't think Justin cares.
Justin starts clobbering at Fredrick at ringside while Freddy defensively tries to block his shots. After Justin was done hammering away at Freddy, Justin takes off his t-shirt before using it to choke Fredrick. Usually a calm collected pure wrestler, we haven't seen this vicious side of Justin ever before as he ignores the referee's plead for the two to get to the ring so that they can officially start the match. Justin then tosses his t-shirt to a lucky fan before picking up Fredrick. Justin attempts to irish whip Fredrick to the barricade, but Fredrick reverses it and sends Justin to the barricade instead. Fredrick stomps a mudhole on his brother, Steve Austin style, as Justin is trapped between the Barricade and Fredrick's foot. Fredrick even gives Justin the two flipping birds before ending it with a running knee to the jaw. The crowd cringes at the impact of the move but Fredrick is not done yet as he gets Justin to his feet and reverse suplexes Justin's torso to the barricade. With Justin's body dangling on the barricade, Fredrick hits clubbing blows on Justin's back before grappling the head of his brother. Fredrick takes a moment to soak in the reaction from the fans before he DDTS him to the floor!
Cole Haywood: Ohhh what a sick DDT!
Mike Vincent: The match still hasn't started yet!
Fredrick then grabs a Pibb Xtra from a ginger fan. The fan starts arguing with Fredrick and Fredrick feints a punch before laughing at the fan's face. Security guards separate the two, making sure no further incident occurs as Fredrick dumps the content of the drink on Justin's face while mocking him. Fredrick picks up Justin and guides him to the ring, as the match finally starts.
Chris Pierce: About time the match officially starts.
BROTHER VS. BROTHER Fredrick points and laughs at his downed younger brother, while screaming, "You deserved this brother! You had it coming!" Suddenly Justin explodes and spears Fredrick off his feet. Justin starts hammering at his brother just like he did before getting up. Pouring the drink on Justin's face must have helped Justin regain consciousness. Fredrick gets up, baffled at the fighting spirit of Justin as Justin immediately hits him with a Peace Out(Spinning Capoeira kick). Fredrick gets up again and Justin hits him with another Peace Out. Fredrick gets up once more, not learning from his mistake, and this time Justin hits him with the Suicide Blonde(Leg Lariat). Emotions are running high as Justin runs to the turnbuckle and does the cutthroat sign. He screams at his brother to get up before diving off the turnbuckle, looking for the missile dropkick, but Fredrick counters it with a powerbomb! Fredrick pins Justin, but only gets a two count.
From there, Fredrick did the automatic disrespect, preforming some of International Anti Xtremists(Justin's stable in XPW) moves! He hits Justin with Kia Tamura's Trip to Japan (Samoan Drop and then he runs to the rope and hits a running Corkscrew neckbreaker when his opponent is on his hands and knees, trying to get up), Toa-Plex(German suplex followed into a dragon suplex and finished with an X-Plex)and High Class Strike(Superman Punch), obviously Charles Williams' famous signature move. Fredrick taunts the crowd even more, signalling that there's one more member of the IAX that he hasn't stolen from. Justin groggily and defiantly gets up from Fredrick's beatdown, only to be locked into a move seems all to familiar to him: Tyler Wolfe's Choke on This(Million Dollar Dream) submission! The crowd tries to will the World Warrior, but each passing seconds it feels like Justin is fading away as Fredrick is begging him to tapout or pass out. Slowly but surely, Justin's eyes start to close shut as the referee checks up on him and does the routine drop the arm.
Suddenly a bolt of adrenaline strikes Justin Wyndham after the referee was about to drop his arm the third time. Justin gets on a vertical base as Fredrick repeatedly shakes his head in disbelief. Justin then executes the jawbreaker before struggling to get to his feet. As Fredrick gets up, Justin does a tribute of his own...KILL THE LIGHTS(brutal kick to the face with the heel of his shoe jabs into the side of his opponent head)! A move he got from the legendary female wrestler and his best friend Darkness!
However Fredrick(purposely or not) rolls out of the ring before Justin can pin him!! Unbelievable as Justin struggles to regain his breathe and composure as Fredrick is knocked out from the outside. Few seconds has passed and Justin feels like he's ready to go as he slides out of the ring, ignoring the referee's orders and starts attacking Fredrick from the outside. The referee doesn't even bother counting the men outside as Justin picks up Fredrick, but Fredrick breaks out of Justin's grip and jabs at Justin. We have a back and forth brawl as the brothers duke it out from the outside while ignoring the referee's order. Suddenly Fredrick cheaply eye rakes, causing the crowd to boo the hell out of him. Fredrick seems to enjoy this as he tosses Justin right on the Spanish announcing table. Then a light bulb popped in the mind of Fredrick as he decides to redecorate the announcing table, taking out the table cover and monitors. Fredrick then positions Justin for the Last ride powerbomb, but Justin slips out of it and hits Fredrick with the Kenka Kick, which makes Fredrick teeter to the Spanish announcing table, but somehow Fredrick manages to still be on his feet. Justin then hits him with the WORLD MOST WANTED Superkick!!And this time Fredrick lands on top of the table. Suddenly we see a wicked smile on Justin's face as he realizes the position that his brother is in. Justin then enters back in the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle. He soaks in the cheers from the fans before diving off, looking for the EL FENIX(Phoenix Splash)..............
Justin connects...on the table!!! Fredrick rolled out of the way in the last minute and Justin crashed hard on the table and it explodes. The crowd chants, "Holy.."(well you know what they are chanting!) as Fredrick barely dodged a bullet. Fredrick groggily picks up the unconscious body of Justin and rolls him to the ring. Fredrick gingerly climbs up the turnbuckle and dives off, looking to hit his brother's own finisher El Fenix..and he connects right on the torso of Justin. Fredrick pins his brother for the three count and the crowd realize that it might be over
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FREDRICK BREAKS UP HIS OWN PIN!
Mike Vincent: What is Fredrick doing?!
Cole Haywood: He's not done punishing Justin yet!
Fredrick smiles evilly and does the cutthroat sign before getting Justin to his feet. He screams out loud, "THIS IS YOUR END BROTHER!" before hitting his rare finisher ZERO CONSEQUENCES(Burning Hammer). The crowd cringes at the impact of the move and it looks like Justin's neck landed awkwardly hard on the mat. To add more insult to injury, Fredrick pins Justin with one foot while raising his hands in victory. 1....2......3. It's over!
Salvatore Pellegrino: Here's your winner, FREDRIC-
Fredrick rolls out of the ring and snatches the microphone from Salvatore as the crowd gives him huge heat.
Fredrick Wyndham: Here is your winner and the only Wyndham worth noticing and left standing...THE MOST KNOWN UNKNOWN...FREDRICK WYNDHAM!!!
Fredrick takes a second to bask in his glory as the crowd keeps booing him.
Fredrick Wyndham: Listen up fuckers because I got something to get off my chest.
Mike Vincent: Uh oh.
Fredrick Wyndham: Tonight wasn't just about defeating my brother, my own flesh and blood...oh no. Tonight was about proving a point. Tonight was about making a statement. Tonight was about making history and cementing my legacy as The Destroyer of Your Heroes. Ever since I came to this fucking company, I haven't gotten the respect that I damn well deserved. I heard the rumors and the chatters and the fucking basement dwellers stating that I..I'm not the man that I used to be. That I'm "overrated" or that I'm "lost in the shuffle" here in AXW. They say that, "nobody cares about Fredrick anymore! He's old news." When I stabbed my brother in the back, it wasn't just about personal reasons. Oh no, it was more of that. I'm fucking tired of you ignoramuses not acknowledging who the hell I am and it sickens me that each and every night that I'm pushed aside for inferior wrestlers like Crash Jackson, David Slayton, Steve Corman, Duncan Aries and of course my brother Justin Wyndham. When I was signed to AXW, I was promised that I will be the star of this godforsaken fed and yet they broke their promises when the higher ups decided on promoting garbage instead of quality that was staring at their face. And people wonder why AXW closed down in the first place or why they are desperate for a partnership with BWF. These idiots at the top don't know shit about giving the fans what they want. Love me or hate me, but you people should know that I'm the one that brings butts to seats and I'm the one that brings ratings and dollar signs. I'M THE TRUE STAR OF THE WRESTLING BUSINESS!
Fredrick Wyndham: With my contract here in AXW expiring and a certain company opening their doors again, I realized that there should only be one Wyndham in AXW and congrats brother, you will be the one rotting here in this hellhole. Because right now, I'm officially announcing that I'M LEAVING AXW AND GOING TO P...W...FUCKING.....R!!!!!!
The whole arena is shocked to hear the news as Fredrick has a huge grin on his face before continuing his rant.
Fredrick Wyndham: Say what you want about the toothless cousin fucking rednecks, but at least they were smart enough to realize that I'm the biggest fucking deal in pro wrestling today unlike you ungrateful ingrates and unlike you fuckers at least they treated me as a star. Say what you want about the emo pot smoking ginger BJ Jones, but at least he didn't allow personal beliefs get away with business and cared about creating the best product while pleasing his idiotic fans. Luke Mathews doesn't give a shit about the wrestlers or their fans as evidently shown on Twitter and yet you bastards keep throwing money at the man who literally has the moniker, "no fucks given" and is a selfish ass clown. You people make me sick. You hate me huh? You hate the fact that I speak the truth? You hate everything that I stand for? Great. Go ahead. Keep booing. Enjoy this moment because this is the last time you will ever see me again. I got the victory that I wanted so there's one thing there's left to say.... I QUIT!
Fredrick tosses the microphone away, leaving the arena in shock.