Odin Balfore vs. James Freedom
Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is your main event!! Introducing first, he weighs in at 225 lbs... he is the AW United States Champion... JAMES FREEDOM!!
A real American theme song plays and then the American Flag comes over the big screen then slowly the words rise for your President of Pro Wrestling appear on the screen and then the lights dim a little as red white and blue flashing lights appear around the arena and then it goes completely dark as the red white and blue spotlight falls on stage and James Freedom starts to rise on a platform dressed in his ring gear with his hands behind his back. The big screen continues with more words on it that says a true American hero James Freedom and then fireworks go off as he steps off the platform and make his way down the ramp and waves gracefully at the fans.
As he continues down the ramp he takes a moment to take a selfie with a fan holding a sign that says the USA is number one. He then kisses a baby on the forehead and then a thumbs up to the parents. He gives a confident smile as he make way down the ramp and then walks up the steel steps and steps inside the ring. He climbs up the top turnbuckle and gives a salute to the fans before stepping down and waiting for the match to start.
Chris Avery: I cannot tell if we're supposed to think this man is incredibly cheesy and sincere or if he's, like, winking at us, but nobody can ever doubt his..... patriotic fervor.
Billy: What are you talking about, in this day and age, anyone who wears an American flag on their clothes obviously has good intentions! Even more so if their bumper sticker shows Calvin peeing on the word communism or something!
Adilene Floyd: And his opponent... weighing in at 400 lbs... he is ONE HALF of the AW Tag Team Champions... ODIN BALFORE!!
“ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.
Chris Avery: This is going to be a hell of a clash between champions, as Freedom and his unlikely partner, Jonny Cedrone, have won the right to face Odin and his partner, Corey Black, for the AW Tag Team titles!
Billy: But this is just a one on one, and I didn't get a memo about their partners being at ringside... are we just gonna see which title is better right now?
Chris Avery: Odin Balfore is a former World, US and TV champion in his own right! Freedom is the current, reigning US champ! It's gonna be a hell of a main event!!
Billy: I'm sold already!!
The crowd reacts as the bells sounds and both competitors stand on opposite sides of the ring. Feeding off their energy, Freedom turns to them and holds a fist up to the crowd, trying to get a modest pop. However, the new character is so taken by appealing to the audience that Odin levels him with a shot to the back of the head. Freedom stumbles forward into the ropes, and Odin doesn't even give him a chance to get his outer shirt off, swiping it over his back and continuing to pummel the chest and face with short right hands. It's an ugly tactic, but it is effective in catching Freedom off guard. Shaken, Freedom holds himself up with the ropes. The referee intervenes, trying to push himself between Freedom and the bulk of Odin Balfore. Finally, Odin backs up a few steps, the referee asks for the clean break which he's given. Odin calls Freedom out to the center of the ring. Freedom comes forward, still smarting from the shots to the head, and this time he doesn't wait for the slower moving big man, he clamps on, with Freedom latching on to a side head lock. Odin powers out of it, throwing Freedom off to the mat. Freedom looks up with a sorely perturbed expression as he realizes the mountain he's going to have to climb. But again, Odin is slower on the go because of his bulk, so Freedom gets between those giant reaching hands and gives with some quick strikes. Odin's head snaps to the side a few times, but the receipt for this is that Odin rakes the eyes of Freedom, cutting off his offensive flurry. Odin's punches are sloppier than Freedom's sharp precision strikes. His massive ham fists thud against Freedom's face, the smacking of flesh on flesh loud and sickening. An elbow to the bridge of the nose dazes Freedom long enough to let Odin find his feet again before hoisting the challenger to his feet. Odin headbutts Freedom and whips him off the ring, chasing after his opponent and on the rebound striking with a big boot that drops Freedom like a bag of shit. The apparent Medal of Honor falls to his back, but, with the will of the American people and the power of the founding fathers to feed off of, Freedom is back on his feet in seconds, fighting through the throbbing pain in his face and locking up with the All-Father.
Chris Avery: You have to figure Freedom's had his bell rung here, but he's still scrappy and tough, coming straight for the 400-pounder.
Billy: Because truly American heroes have a never-say-quit attitude that gets them through the hard times! USA! USA!
Chris Avery: ......I think Odin's from Norway or something.
As massive and strong as Odin is he digs his heels into the mat as Freedom uses his lower base to push Odin from the gut. Stumbling back towards the corner, Odin stamps the ground with both feet for momentum and hoists Freedom into the air by the shoulders, turning and slamming him into the corner Raising his great opened hand high above his head he brings it down hard across the chest of Freedom with an open hand slap, drawing an "OOOOOOOH" from the crowd in sympathy. This happens about four more times, with Odin drawing a hand high above and back and bringing it down, Smack, "Oooooooh", smack, "Ooooooooh" in response.
Chris Avery: Those hits resound through the arena, it sounds like a gun shot every time.
The referee makes his first call of the match, stepping up to Odin and calling the All-Father off of the assault in the corner. He raises his hands in trademark heel style, pleading his innocence before glancing at Freedom and winding up for a haymaker. Spying the incoming shot, Freedom ducks and bolts forward, but as Odin lunges forward he stops and delivers a startlingly accurate roundhouse kick to his opponent, the tree trunk leg of his thudding against Freedom's already stinging chest and knocking the opponent to the mat. Freedom, gasping, holds his chest, gritting his teeth, and pulls himself up on all fours. Odin backs Freedom up against the ropes before shooting him across the ring, Freedom bounces off the ropes into a military press by Odin. Odin holds Freedom up in the air before driving him into the mat with a military press slam! Freedom bounces up off the mat, holding his chest, and back into the ropes where he's sent over the top rope and out to the floor with a clothesline! The crowd pops as Odin ignores the referee and heads out to the floor after Freedom.
Chris Avery: Odin's taking it to the floor!
Odin picks Freedom up before whipping him into the security railing. The crowd pops as Odin hammers Freedom with a right hand before taking him by the hair where he looks to drive him face first into the steel steps. However, just before he hits, Freedom puts on the breaks using his hands before jabbing Odin in the ribs with a elbow to the ribs. Freedom then countering and sending Odin face first into the steps to a pop from the crowd. Freedom tries to lift the big man up, but Odin's 400-lb bulk is like trying to lift actual sand bags. Freedom responds by clubbing Odin across the back and keeping Odin in a prone state. Freedom slides into the ring breaking the referee's count before rolling back out to the floor to a louder pop from the crowd. Running a short lap around the ring to gather momentum, the hardcore brawler comes in as Odin is resting on the apron and Freedom PLOWS into him with a devastating drive by kick. Odin falls onto his back in the aisle.
Chris Avery: Freedom has done it, Freedom has gotten Odin off his feet!
Billy: Yeah, but they're out in the aisle, neither one of them can win it out there!
Freedom reaches down picking Odin up off the floor, but Odin meets him with a throat thrust uppercut. Freedom stumbles away, choking and holding his throat. The big man has a stern look on his face as he punches Freedom in the back of the head again, before scooping him up over his shoulder where he charges towards a ring post. Odin's movement seems as slow, deliberate and ultimately doomed as the Hinderberg, but Freedom is able to wiggle his legs and push off the powerslam position, falling behind Odin's back. Freedom uses all his strength to push Odin on, continuing his momentum, sending Odin left shoulder off the ring post! Odin hits and falls back with an explosive yell, and Freedom falls into the aisle, but lifts a triumphant arm and smiles.
Chris Avery: And again, Freedom has caused Odin some major damage!
Billy: Well, obviously, you don't get elected The President by being a slouch!
Chris Avery: Have we... Like, The President of, what exactly?
Billy: I just assumed there was a fair, balanced primary system and we all voted along party platforms, what? Usually I'm the one reading too deeply into things.
Rolling in and out again to break up the ten-count, Freedom, turns back to Odin, stomping away at his body. Freedom lifts Odin up, clamping a front facelock and muscling the big man's carcass up. Odin suddenly breaks free with elbow shots to the gut, and then a savage headbutt from the All-Father makes Freedom stumble away several steps, and Odin, shaking his wounded arm out, snarls and stalks after him, grabbing Freedom by the back of the hair and walking him around the ring toward the announcers table.
Billy: Do you ever get that feeling like in Jurassic Park movies when a herd of dinosaurs is coming their way?
Chris Avery: My friend, I suggest we adjourn.
Freedom breaks free of the hold and grabs the arm, dashing it against the announce table, the arm that had just collided with steel. Odin holds his wing and yells painfully after this move. Freedom gives him a kick to Odin's not inconsiderable gut. Freedom looks to slam Odin into the announcers table only to have Odin put on the breaks, he drives a elbow to the midsection of Freedom before turning the tables and sending Freedom bouncing head first off the announcers table. Odin takes excess camera cable, against the referee's stern yet apparently useless warnings, before wrapping it around the throat of Freedom!
Chris Avery: I'm not sure how smart it is for Freedom to play into the strong suit of Odin! Odin is a fighter!
Odin removes the cable from Freedom's throat before tossing him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Odin slides in after Freedom where he pushes him down to the ring in a choking maneuver, also dashing him against the mat. The referee, just happy they're in the ring for crying out loud, now begins counting Odin out for disqualification. One... two... three... four... Odin releases the choke hold before getting to his feet where he's admonished by the referee. Odin pays him little heed as he relentlessly goes back to Freedom, his mind on nothing but dishing out pain. Odin reaches down picking Freedom up off the mat before whipping him across the ring, Freedom bounces off the ropes ducking under a harsh lariat attempt... Odin spins around into a picture perfect dropkick by Freedom. Freedom quickly makes the cover hooking the near leg.
Chris Avery: Remember what this is all about! Both Odin and Freedom want to build momentum heading into the match for the Tag titles!!
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout
Freedom scrambles back up and repositions himself, charging back to Odin, but Odin is on one knee and rising up to meet him with a stone right hand punch that just drops Freedom. Freedom's head lolls around in a circle and he falls back, then crumples to his side. Convinced the President is out for the count, Odin uses his boot to shift him onto his back where the giant comes to rest on his torso as the referee makes the count.
Chris Avery: One foot on the chest, the ultimate act of disrespect.
The ref: One...
Two... kickout.
Freedom wisely kicks out by twisting to the side causing Odin to lose his footing, allowing him to hook his leg and as he continues to roll away pulls it from under him tripping him up onto his ass. Dropping his leg he carries on under the ropes until he pops up onto his feet at ringside and without missing a beat the President pulls himself straight back up onto the apron, and as Odin gets to one knee, he springboards off the top rope and executes a hurricanrana that drives the All-Father's skull into the hard section of canvas near the ropes. Without hesitation Freedom goes for the cover.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.
Freedom is back on his feet instantly and climbs the turnbuckles closest to him, perched on the top as Odin rises once again only for the Freedom to leap at him, arm extended, and in one beautifully fluid motion executes a massive tornado DDT. Getting vertical fast Freedom hits the ropes and on the rebound connects with a senton across the chest, capitalizing on that by shifting onto his side and locking his legs around Odin's throat, squeezing for dear life. Odin tries to shimmy out of the hold, and upon feeling Freedom's knees crushing his windpipe goes into panic mode, kicking at the mat and gasping for air while grabbing a leg in each hand and trying to pry them apart with more struggle than he'd like. Tightening his grip around his ankles he soon has full control and with the Medal of Honor winner rolling and thrashing to get away, the giant gets to his feet and maneuvers him onto his back, before lifting that huge boot once again and delivering shot after shot to Freedom's stomach.
Chris Avery: Now he's putting the boots to Freedom and by God he's gonna break those arms if he doesn't move them out the way!
Billy: Better broken arms than internal hemorrhaging if you ask me. Especially if it's Odin's doing!
Gazing into the crowd and looking out for the wayward Jonny Cedrone, who, again, we weren't told was gonna be out here or anything, Odin pulls his legs into position for an excruciating single leg Boston crab and crouches down for maximum effect. The effect of a giant man with a hundred pounds of muscle extra relative to Sweet Baby James on his knee and back is instantly recognizable; Freedom screams and wails like a banshee and begins flailing his arms. The referee moves in and drops down with eyes on Freedom as he claws at the canvas to get to the ropes quickly. Odin barely budges as he pulls and pulls, and to add insult to injury the All-Father rises to standing once again and begins parading around the ring with the current United States champion, dangling from his grip with the submission still locked in.
Chris Avery: Freedom is writhing in pain! He looks like he may tap out at any moment!!
Several long seconds pass by in the hold, as Freedom has to bite down on his knuckle to keep his hand from tapping out (and himself, from screaming). Odin bears all of his mass down, such a simple yet effective way to cause pain to the lower back. the referee stays at his back continually asking him if he's done. Shaking his head rapidly in response, Freedom racks his brains for an out and as his head flops down his eyes lock onto the answer. Odin promptly screams in agony as rapid-fire punches are delivered to his Achilles tendons, and almost instantly Freedom finds himself thrown to the mat allowing him time to skitter between Odin's legs before getting up and turning to face the giant who limps over to the corner leaning all his weight on the ropes. With Odin hurting in the corner Freedom sizes up his target and charges forward, not noticing the big man's head is bowed facing the hard cam. All it takes is a bend of the knee and Freedom's intended shoulder block aimed at the almost certainly bruised ankle of Odin becomes a suicide sprint face first into an open sole which results in Freedom laid out on the mat clutching his head in a painful daze. Odin then grabs Freedom with both hands around his neck and hauls him straight up in a deadlift, an impressive showing of power to fling the 225-lb Freedom from a supine position to up in the air, and he catches him from the double hand choke into a pop-up powerbomb position, and smashes him into the mat, all done smoothly and fluidly!
Chris Avery: STORM BREAKER!!
Now Odin feels his strength ebbing, knowing he has to get this done and the President put away so he can roll into the Tag title match relatively fresh. Odin dives in for a cover...
The referee: One...
Two...
Thre - Kickout!
Odin sits up, shouting in anger, and he lays a few punches to the forehead of Freedom while he's still down on the mat. Odin jaw-jacks at the referee, telling him to kiss his ass, before he slowly makes his way to his feet... he goes to lift Freedom, but Freedom counters with a double knee facebuster! Where is he getting this from, we have no idea! Freedom, blinking as if he's stunned, himself, nonetheless hooks both massive legs of the All-Father.
Chris Avery: Freedom pulling out moves we haven't seen before!
Billy: This man won the US title amid one of the toughest challenges at Battlefield! I have no doubt he's got skills we've never even thought of, that's why they awarded him the Medal of Honor!!
Chris Avery: Okay but actual Medals of Honor are awarded BY the President, to soldiers who save the life of -
The crowd shouting along with the referee's count drowns Avery's nitpicking out!
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Thre- Kickout!
Odin kicks out with authority, sending Freedom flying over the referee into the ropes. Freedom rolls back to his butt, staring in shock and reacting to getting tossed, but not letting that stop him. For his part, the All-Father also tries gritting his teeth and pushing himself up, and as he gets to all fours, Odin looks ahead and curses under his breath at the sight of Freedom charging at him... Odin rises to meet him with a swing but Freedom keeps going forward into the ropes, and Odin turns right around, as Freedom comes back to meet him and decks him with a CLOTHESLINE from HELL!! Odin totters, taking a step back and looking wobbly, but does not fall! With the giant stunned and teetering Freedom goes on the attack with a kick-punch combo working from the ankles up the legs to the kidneys, making Odin's drunken stumble and attempt to stay on his feet even more pronounced... and then, James runs off the ropes AGAIN, and nails a SECOND clothesline from HELL!! This time, the follow through knocks Odin over!
Chris Avery: Multiple strikes! Kicks to the downstairs! And TWO PRIDE OF AMERICAS!!
Freedom goes for the pin!
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Three - Kickout!!
Chris Avery: HOHHH MY GGOD!!
Billy: SHIT FIRE!!
Chris Avery: ODIN IS STILL IN THIS!!
Again the giant kicks out, and again, a slightly manic Freedom is waiting for him, as he stumbles to his feet. His eyes are unfocused and a sheen of sweat glistens over his features, and Odin has a cut on his lip that has bled into a diluted salty stain across his jaw and beard. Apart from a few stray curls matted to his forehead the President looks haunted by his opponent's lasting durability. Odin stumbles forward with his mitts up ready to throw down, but the ache in his kidneys pulls his guard down and causes him to wobble back into the corner. Freedom doesn't need an invitation, and again charges at the corner, leaping and spinning in the air to bring a discus elbow home to the giant's temple. Odin dodges at the last second however, turning and slamming a massive open hand into Freedom's back and driving him chest-first into the top turnbuckle. Freedom lets out an explosive yell and holds his chest as he stumbles out, and then Freedom is caught in a spinebuster position and simply CRUSHED with a carry-over high-angle spinebuster! Odin sits on his knees from the spinebuster position, and lets out a monstrous roar. Freedom looks like a cartoon character that's been flattened into a two-dimensional sheet. Now it's Odin's turn to hook a leg for a pin.
Chris Avery: ENFORCER!! ODIN JUST PUT FREEDOM'S SPINE RIGHT THROUGH THE DAMN PINE!!
The referee and the crowd: One.....
Two...
Three - Kickout!
Chris Avery: Can you believe this??
Billy: I deny this is reality!!
Chris Avery: Both of these men have put so much pride at stake! So much of themselves, as they wanna be the one to take a vital win back to their teammate!! But only one man can walk out of this, and only one team is walking away with the gold! And they both know it!!
Odin can't believe the slippery Freedom kicked out of that. Odin shouts at the referee, telling him that was three. Odin looms over our official, getting more heated, and throwing his arms out in anger, and for several moment he berates the official; Finally, Odin has enough, turning back to pick up Freedom, but receiving a thumb to the eyes, another weaselly cheating move from the master. Odin turns around, scrubbing at his eyes and howling in rage. Freedom clubs him over the back, and he attempts to hook him for a front facelock cutter, aka a diamond cutter. As he does this, he taunts the crowd, however, Odin forcefully shoves him off, with enough force that Freedom goes pinwheeling head over feet over the top rope to the outside.
Chris Avery: Freedom is calling for an Executive Order!
Billy: Oooof, vetoed.
Odin is still stumbling around in the ring, however, holding his eyes. He takes a few wild, half-handed swings with his free hand to try and hit any opponent that may be taking advantage in his blindness, but Freedom is still on the outside. However, as Freedom IS on the outside, watching this with a giddy sort of comprehension, he goes over to the timekeepers table, and begins yanking items up and telling people to move.
Chris Avery: Wait a minute, Odin is still blinded, he can't see where he is!
Freedom has taken a steel chair from the timekeepers area and also his United States title belt. He holds the belt in a huddled sort of hiding manner against his side, but he lifts the chair with his free hand like he's brandishing a weapon as he marches back to the ring. He enters the ring, as Odin, still blinking and holding his eyes wide open, has his back to him. However, he enters the ring holding up the chair, which the referee sees plain as day. Nuh uh, buddy, not happening, says the official who takes the chair straightaway and turns around to dispose of it. This is what the wily Freedom wanted though, as the ref is taking his time making sure the chair is nowhere in the equation, Freedom extracts the title from where he has clasped in the crook of his elbow and he readies it, waiting for Odin to turn around as he prepares to run forward and smash the US title belt into Odin's face. However, as Freedom charges forward and Odin turns, it goes awry as Odin sees him coming, having recovered his vision, and he lets out an enraged bellow and deadlifts Freedom up into a jack knife powerbomb! The belt flies out of Freedom's hands as he hits.
Chris Avery: THE MARK OF ODIN!!
Odin takes a short breather before dropping down for the cover. However he notices a few moments later that the referee isn't counting, but that's because the referee has taken a few extra moments to pick up the US title belt he found and similarly make sure it's not in the ringside area, giving it back to the timekeeper. This, however, is time that could have been spent counting, and Odin shouts at him in a peeved manner. The ref finally notices, and he comes over to make a count.
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Three- Kickout!
Odin yells at the referee to get it together and slaps his hands together to show him how to actually do his job. Odin goes to lift Freedom up but Freedom rolls him into an inside cradle.
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Three - Kickout!
Chris Avery: This has been one of the closest main events we've had to call for some time!
Odin kicks out with force, and again Freedom slithers out of his grasp as the big man gets into a crouch recovering from the pin, looking over at Freedom with his eyes blazing. Losing hold of his temper, Odin charges at Freedom, who has pulled himself up on the ring apron. Freedom meets his charge by grabbing Odin's hair and snapping him down as he drops off the apron, however, and Odin is hung up throat first on the top rope. Odin flings back, flailing his arm and coughing and choking as Freedom, satisfied by his tactic paying off, slides back into the ring, coiled and ready. Then, he grabs hold of Odin successfully hits the Diamond cutter, this time not taking time to taunt.
Chris Avery: EXECUTIVE ORDER CONNECTS THIS TIME!! THIS COULD BE IT!
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Three - Odin gets his foot on the rope!!
Freedom, all of his energy spent, slumps off to one side, holding his head in his hands... and both men are down, taking several moments to recuperate their energy.
Chris Avery: Come on, you've gotta get back in this thing!
Freedom pulls himself to his feet, as does Odin. Freedom looks pissed! He boots Odin in the gut and double underhooks the arms.
Billy: AMERICAN JUSTICE!
Chris Avery: NO! Backdrop by Odin!
Freedom lands hard on his back, and staggers to his feet. Odin grabs Freedom around the throat! He hits the Chokeslam Backbreaker!
Billy: RAGNAROK!
One…
Two…
Freedom’s foot is on the bottom rope!
THREE!! - Odin sweeps it away!
Billy: WHAT?!
Chris Avery: Odin Balfore HIT Ragnarok! BUT James Freedom appeared to get a foot on the bottom rope, but the official never saw it, and Odin swept it away AFTER the three count!
Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner…Odin Balfore!
Odin collects his Tag Team Championship belt and exits the ring from in celebration, as James Freedom pleads with the official, letting them know he had his foot on the bottom rope.