Shadowlove vs. Niobe Martin
Chris Avery: The fans have been looking forward to this one, we get to see the return of one of the most controversial superstars in AW history, taking on a mainstay here in the current up-and-comers!Billy: It also means I get a bathroom break for the entrances because, for SOME REASON, this dude actually prides himself on an "epic" 9-minute entrance like it's a good thing!
Chris Avery: First, let's bring out the opponent!As the opening of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the arena, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top. Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound.
Ethan Miller: Introducing to the ring from Anaheim, California, weighing in at 125 lbs... She is the "Living Nightmare", NIOBE MARTIN!!!The video on the screen then switches to a video package of Niobe in the ring, flashing and moving in time with the drum beat.
"Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life.."Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides as a blast of pyro goes off on either side of her.
"Dragged you down below...
Down to the devils show...
To be his guest forever...
Peace of mind is less than never.."As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face.
Chris Avery: Niobe Martin has been knocking on the door for months now, and she just needs one credible win to be a real threat here in AW!!
Billy: Alright, it's time for Shadowlove's "epic" "nine-and-a half minute" entrance, so you want anything from the gas station?Billy takes his headset off and walks away.
Chris Avery: ........Can we do that? We're live and on air, and - Oop, the show must go on...
The Epic 9 minute and 30 minute Supermodel Extravaganza begins with the audience throughout the AW arena marking out standing in unison awaiting in anticipation for what is about to be the return of Action Wrestling’s fashion trend of the season.
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog setting the scene as “JUDAS” starts being played LIVE and in living color on the AW stage by Fozzy featuring Thaddeus Franklin King & The Hollywood Elite’s Tabernacle Choir throughout the AW arena.
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, felicitating, narcissistic, politically incorrect, self-righteous, vainglorious, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient and effective apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, appear on the AW stage exuding a great amount of self-confident supermodel energy as they strike an arrogant and conceited supermodel pose that was bar none, second to none, within this cutthroat world of Action Wrestling.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, now turning a little distinguished salt and pepper George Cloony-esque, was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes.
He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather spandex wrestling pants and custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather wrestling boots.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remaining hidden behind her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose.
Her attractive and well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo & Jean Paul Gaultier designed Over The Knee Stiletto Boots.
The audience throughout the arena wildly starts going into a feeding frenzy and begin clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi.
Shadow and T.F.K. does the not-no-secret “Too Sweet'' Hollywood Elite handshake and poses down like Triple H & Shawn Michaels, DX style; with Shadow as Triple H and T.F.K. as Shawn Michaels.
Pyrotechnics explode all around them.
T.F.K. does a Scott Hall style point down towards the AW squared-circle as…
Shadow’s sweet and lovely Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with flirty seductive confidence as Shadow follows a few steps behind her enjoying the view of her attractive and well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin as they make their way towards the squared-circle.
Shadow pushes a few AW fans back and sloberknockers one AW fan in particular that tried to get a little too close to his sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
Ethan Miller: And making his way down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring tonight by "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto, hailing from North East Okayama Prefecture on the border of Hyogo Prefecture, in the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka, Japan, standing 6'4” and weighing in tonight at 235 pounds, here is, the one, the only, "The Handsome Half-breed”, SSSSHHHHAAAADDDDOOOOWWWWLLLLOOOOVVVVEEEE!!!
Shadow slides into the squared-circle like, well, like the slithering snake in the grass that he is while showing off his arrogance at just how mockingly proud he really was to be reappearing in Action Wrestling.
“HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor and outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
Shadow slides a custom-made pair of carbon and tungsten 129/250 C6 Irid Polar Oakley sunglasses on his face like David Caruso in CSI Miami.
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto, with Bushidō catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps, with flirty and seductive confidence, and enters the squared-circle through the second rope in a very highly provocative fashion.
He was standing in the middle of the squared-circle and running his fingers through his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair now turning a little distinguished salt and pepper George Cloony-esque, making his hair perfect, and in super slow motion raises his arms up and straight out to his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, even Jesus wept!
She lowers her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes, nodding her approval at such a Magnificent Specimen standing before her while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
She mysteriously conjures up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence in her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
He slowly looks into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home and double raises his eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina, shit-eating grin.
He starts performing a striptease inside of the squared-circle and strips off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale dancer and swings it around his body like a matador in a bullring before throwing the trench-coat outside the squared-circle as it somewhat magically floats into the crowd. His body language said that he was ready for action.
He motions with his hands like the AW World Championship title belt was already perfectly wrapped around his efficient and effective streamlined waist.
And with Bushidō catlike precision, she exits the squared-circle in exactly the same way as she entered. She climbs through the second rope in a very highly provocative fashion and walks down the ringside steps with flirty and seductive confidence and stand sin a very on-guard, very protective, and ever vigilant attack formation outside of the squared-circle.
The audience throughout the arena continues with their feeding frenzy while still clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes, the twin bodyguards, named Kyodai and Shatei, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, appear out of nowhere and stand in a very on-guard, very protective, and ever vigilant attack formation outside of the squared-circle behind her as she concentrates on the action.
She pauses. Then...
She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand.
Then...
She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
The bell rings and both competitors step up to each other as the referee tells them to keep it clean. Shadowlove smirks and looks at Niobe. He mouths some condescending smack talk. Niobe sneers. Shadowlove lumbers towards her, but Niobe shoots in for an amateur takedown attempt, but Shadowlove spins out of it. For a moment, they jockey for position, and then he sweeps her legs from under her, but before he can mount her, she quickly slips out. She attempts to clamp Shadowlove in a facelock, but he spins out of it. Niobe and Shadowlove square off against each other, in a standoff.
Chris Avery: It's started with an exchange of holds, but you can bet that won't end there.Billy (coming back to his seat): Sorry I'm late, the line at the concession stand was terrible, and - Oh, I see Shadowlove just entered the ring, awesome.Niobe fires a flurry of martial arts kicks at Shadowlove, starting with his hamstrings. Shadowlove takes a kick to the midsection, and then Niobe takes Shadowlove down with a leg sweep and then she slaps on a leg grapevine. Shadowlove breaks the hold immediately by getting to the ropes. Niobe lifts Shadowlove up and gives him a dragon whip, then attempting another, and holding onto his leg she lifts him up, and gives him a third dragon whip, hanging onto his leg before trying for a single leg crab. Shadowlove won't let Niobe turn him over, shoving her off. Niobe goes flying into the corner and hits chest first, and she falls back to the mat. Shadowlove axehandles her over the back before she can get up. Shadowlove takes a moment to boot Niobe down and then he sticks his boot on Niobe's throat and begins choking her. He pulls down on the top rope as he pushes down with his boot. The ref warns Shadowlove, but Shadowlove ignores him.
Chris Avery: From what we know of Shadowlove’s past history, he is willing to get dirty and he is willing to get mean. As in, "the ends justify the - "Billy: This dude is SO CONFUSING! "Half supervillain, half superhero", just say you don't want to commit and come on!!Shadowlove starts blowing a kiss to his love, Miyamoto on the outside, but suddenly, static fills the arena, the lights flicker, a familiar wolf-eye comes onto the Tron, and the opening to "Before I Forget" by Slipknot hits on the PA.
Chris Avery: WAIT A MINUTE!!After a few moments pause, with the stage lights continuing to flicker, Downfall comes walking to the stage, dressed in his slashed denim vest and leather pants, AW World Heavyweight Title belt on his shoulder. Shadowlove looks like he's seen a ghost, as Downfall stares down at the ring, pacing around on the stage, back and forth, brimming with unmatched intensity.
Chris Avery: DOWNFALL SAID HE WOULD BE HERE THIS WEEK!Shadowlove's expression darkens, and he points and shouts some choice words at the pacing Downfall, who stops, staring straight into his soul from the ramp, and then Downfall goes down the ramp towards the ring.
Chris Avery: Things have really gotten intense between Shadowlove and Downfall on social media this week, the arrival of the AW World Champion has turned this into a powder keg!!Shadowlove points and shouts at Downfall, who pointedly ignores him as he walks around the ring, then he stops directly in front of Shadowlove's manager, Miss Miyamoto; Miyamoto begins berating Downfall, very aggressively getting in his face. Downfall takes it for a second, and the seething, just under the surface aggression of Downfall almost makes for a tense second where it looks as if he might snap on her, but he stops, and he puts a palm an inch away from her face and tells her, basically, to talk to the hand. Miyamoto, outraged, continues to point and shout at him. Downfall shoves past her, walking by her, and now Miyamoto is more pissed. She grabs Downfall by the arm, turning him around, and now, she palms him in the face and shoves him. Downfall grins, and looks down. Then, he looks at Shadowlove, who is screaming at him not to touch Miyamoto. Downfall leans down to Miyamoto, getting directly in her face, and flinching at her, making her jump back. Shadowlove is fuming, shouting at him to get in the ring and face him. While this has happened, Niobe nips up to her feet and as Shadowlove gets up, she takes him down with a leg lariat. Niobe hits a standing shooting star press on the prone Shadowlove, then covers.
Chris Avery: The arrival of the AW World Champion has set Shadowlove so off guard that Niobe nearly took advantage!!The referee: One...
Two... kickout!Shadowlove throws his shoulder up perhaps on instinct, but also perhaps out of sheer adrenaline from Niobe forcing his heart to work extra hard this early in the match, and he looks at Miyamoto in shock. Shadowlove tries to kick start that heart by pounding the mat as he gets back to his feet, only to be immediately greeted by Niobe leaping up with a clean enziguiri. To this crowd's (and, definitely, Downfall's) utter delight Shadowlove becomes stupefied before falling like an oak through the middle ropes and to the floor, Niobe pulling out all the stops. As Shadowlove tumbles, the crowd is completely behind Niobe, who takes this moment to do devil horns and sticking her tongue out brattishly. Shadowlove recovers, looking discombobulated as he tries to bring himself up from the floor while clutching the ring lip, and he spots Downfall, over to one side, who gives him a mocking golf clap. Now, Shadowlove snarls, and goes to step towards Downfall, but Downfall steps back, holding his hands up innocently, and the referee yells at them both. Downfall responds by saying "Hey man, I'm not even here!"
Chris Avery: Downfall playing mind games with one of the people named in the Six-Man Hell in A Cell.Billy: I've always hated the over-used cliche of "mind games" in wrestling, but Downfall is clearly having some Bugs Bunny-level of fucking with Shadowlove here.Shadowlove turns just in time to be caught by an explosive suicide dive through the ropes from Niobe, wiping them both out. Miyamoto's hands go to her face in horror. Meanwhile, Downfall's face splits in a humungous grin and he shouts "Go head, girl!!" in encouragement to Niobe. Niobe, a bit confused and perturbed by Downfall, eyeballs him suspiciously as she gets to her feet. Downfall, sarcastically, gives her a thumbs up. Niobe goes to lift Shadowlove up but Shadowlove cuts her off with a stiff European uppercut. Shadowlove takes a few steps away as he rubs his chin, and then, staring at Downfall, he angrily starts stomping on Niobe on the outside. He lifts her up, and whips her, as hard as he can, into the steel ring steps, hard enough that Niobe hits with a loud bang. Niobe hits shoulder first and cries out in pain.
Chris Avery: I think the presence of someone he has such disdain for might be filling Shadowlove with the type of fury that bulls see when a matador flares their cape.
Shadowlove, snarling, gains a head of steam, not even letting Niobe start getting to her feet, and he charges in, kicking her head against the steel steps and running into her with a loud crash! Niobe falls over, stunned, and Shadow stumbles away, shakes his knee out from the impact of booting her into the steel steps. He lifts a lifeless Niobe up and rolls her into the ring, then motions to Downfall that he's next. He covers Niobe...
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.Downfall bursts out laughing so hard that Shadowlove sits up with gritted teeth. Aggressively, Shadowlove gets to his feet, grabbing his opponent by the hair and lifting her up. Shadowlove plants Niobe on her back with a scoop slam. Shadowlove lifts Niobe and powers her down with a snap suplex, and then hangs on to her head as he drags her back up and nails a side suplex. Finally, Shadowlove drops an elbow across her back, locking in a rear chinlock. The ref checks on Niobe, who flails her arms around in the air. Shadowlove drops his rear down on Niobe's lower back. Niobe is pulled up, and Shadowlove gives her a gutwrench suplex. He covers.
The ref: One...
Two... kickout.Downfall leans against the apron, and looks into the camera as if in commentary that this is a hell of a contest. In the ring, Shadowlove grips Niobe and locks her in a guillotine chokehold. Niobe's arm flails. Shadowlove grinds it in, using his longer legs to coil around the smaller woman. Niobe refuses to give up, rocking back and forth, so Shadowlove simply releases the hold. Shadowlove then lifts Niobe, hitting a double underhook backbreaker. Shadowlove lifts Niobe up, and begins peppering her with right hands, backing his smaller opponent up to the ropes. Niobe ducks a right and sweeps in and gives him a kick to the hamstring, then another, and another. She tries for one more, but Shadowlove grabs her foot and flings her around in a circle. Niobe, dazed, pulls herself up on the ropes. Shadowlove tells her to come on. Niobe ducks under Shadowlove's outstretched hands and gives him a forearm shot to the mouth, then she lights up his legs with a few kicks, including a straight stomp right on the knee. Martin rests for a moment, then gets to her feet, pulling Shadowlove up. Niobe clubs Shadowlove over the back several times, and then Shadowlove fights back by flinging an elbow into his midsection. Shadowlove starts getting to his feet as he lays a few rights and elbows into the face of Niobe, but Niobe cuts him off with a knee to the gut. Niobe grips his head and takes him down with a reverse neckbreaker. Niobe drops an elbow across his chest, then several more. She starts to go for a cover, but pulls off. She lifts Shadowlove up, and whips him to the ropes. She swings for a clothesline, but Shadowlove ducks. Shadowlove turns around, right into a knee to the midsection from Niobe, who then plants Shadowlove with a facebuster. Niobe applies a rear chinlock submission to Shadowlove as she wraps his legs around Shadowlove's midsection in a body scissors. Shadowlove flails his arms, but Niobe has the hold in tightly. Shadowlove screams "No!" and continues flailing his arms and trying to reach for the ropes. Niobe keeps her legs firmly grapevined, and the chinlock in place.
Chris Avery: Can Shadowlove get out from between Niobe's legs?!Billy: There's a lot to unpack in what you just said, but I think if Downfall heard that, he'd -Shadowlove looks to be starting to fade. The ref holds his limp hand up, once, twice... on the third time his hand stays in the air as Shadowlove starts getting his second wind. Shadowlove screams with effort as he pushes Niobe's legs apart, and slowly starts making his way to his feet. Finally, Shadowlove is on his feet, and he flings an elbow back into Niobe's midsection, then does it again, and again, trying to make Niobe loosen the hold. Shadowlove starts to break free and run off the ropes, but before he can, Niobe grips him by the hair and dashes his head down to the mat with force. Niobe covers.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout!Shadowlove gets to one knee, as Niobe boots him down a little. Suddenly, Shadowlove comes out with a European uppercut that nearly knocks her head off. Shadowlove gets to his feet, limping a bit. Shadowlove turns Niobe around and clubs her over the back. He hooks her head and lifts her up into a vertical suplex. He holds on for a moment, stalling and turning her around as he holds her up in the air in a display of strength, before bringing her crashing down to the mat. Shadowlove rests, then sees Niobe has rolled over to play rope-a-dope by hanging under the bottom ropes. Shadowlove's face is deadly serious as he paces around, staring at her, and then looking at Downfall, who simply has his arms folded, stoically. Shadowlove makes a motion that it's OVER, and he lifts Niobe up on his shoulders, in fireman's carry. He begins turning Niobe around again, and again, spinning her in place as he turns her around and around in an airplane spin, before making about five or six revolutions, and turning in into a Death Valley Driver, and turning THAT into a small package, with a handful of tights and foot on the ropes.
Chris Avery: THE SHADOW SHAKE, RATTLE & ROCK'N' ROLLA!! Into a pin!!Billy: That is such a long, convoluted sequence of moves that somehow flowed together, I'm glad I was able to visualize that accurately and I can only hope it made sense to the folks watching it at home!Chris Avery: Well it HAPPENED! And he turned it into a pin! And he's got the tights and the ropes!The referee, not seeing the grabbing the tights, or the ropes, drops down for the cover!
The referee: One...
Two...
Thre -
Downfall reaches up and pulls the ropes hard enough to dislodge Shadowlove's hand, throwing him off balance!
The referee looks up, seeing Downfall standing by, and accusing him of interfering. Downfall yells back at the ref, saying are you BLIND, he had his hand on the ropes. Shadowlove pops up, complaining and stomping his foot, shouting at the referee to get Downfall out of here, red-faced and apopletic with outrage and lowkey pissed that Downfall stopped his cheating. The referee, attending to Downfall, makes the AW World Champion step back, and he holds his hands up innocently, turning around, and coming face to face with Miss Miyamoto. Downfall and Miyamoto exchange some choice words. They get face-to-face, arguing belligerently... and then, Miyamoto hauls off and SLAPS Downfall, harsh enough to leave a handprint on his face! Downfall's head swivels back like a Terminator, and he locks eyes with Miyamoto. She hauls back, going to do it again, and Downfalll catches her wrist in his hand. Miyamoto's eyes open up wide as she senses that she really messed up... and then, Downfall grabs her and pulls her down into a Lebell Lock on the outside!
Chris Avery: BAD WOLF!! DOWNFALL WAS PROVOKED INTO STRIKING WITH THE BAD WOLF TO MISS MIYAMOTO!!Billy: HEY, I CAN JUSTIFY THIS JUST FINE, SHE PUT HER HANDS ON HIM FIRST, AND SHE'S APPARENTLY A TRAINED WRESTLER!Shadowlove, seeing Downfall putting the Bad Wolf on Miss Miyamoto, flips out, throwing his hands in the air and snarling, and he tries to get out of the ring but the referee stops him, holding him back. Shadowlove and the referee get chest to chest, Shadowlove trying to intimidate him. The referee stops him, warning him he will throw this match out. Shadowlove, incensed and pissed off, tries to push past him nonetheless. Shadowlove doesn't see Niobe coming behind him, pushing him into the ropes and rolling them both backwards into an O'Connor roll. The referee doesn't see it, either. Miyamoto was screaming, shrieking, and tapping out on the aisle, and Downfall releases the hold, savagely kneeling over her and his chest heaving. Niobe, however, has Shadowlove rolled up tight, and the crowd gleefully counts instead... "ONE, TWO... THREE!!" The referee finally looks back, noticing, and cursing, slides in...
The referee: One...
Two...
Th- Kickout!Chris Avery: If the referee's attention hadn't been on Miyamoto and Downfall on the outside, he might not have missed that pin!!Billy: Man, Downfall is going to be so upset that his actions ended up helping Shadowlove do anything!Shadow starts pulling himself up on all fours, holding his chest. Then Niobe quickly takes his head off with a buzzsaw kick. Niobe paces around, holding her back, and Shadowlove once again gets to a crouched position, as Niobe comes running in and gives him a low doublefooted dropkick to the side of the head. Niobe goes for a cover.
The referee: One...
Two...
Three... Kickout!Niobe curses, slapping the mat in frustration and urgency, looking around at the rabid crowd. Downfall is shouting at her, telling her to finish his ass. Sensing her window is closing, she waits for Shadowlove to get to his feet, and then doubles Shadowlove over with a spinning back kick to the midsection, then she hits the spinning enziguri that is her comeback special, aka the True Nightmare! She covers.
Chris Avery: TRUE NIGHTMARE connects and wowza Shadowlove looks out of it!The ref: One...
Two...
Three - Kickout!Niobe slowly gets to her feet, and gives Shadowlove a few kicks. She goes over, sensing that she needs to close the deal, and sets herself, going for a shooting star press to finish the job. But, as Niobe finally is able to set herself, and looks over at Shadow, Miyamoto pulling herself up like a drowning woman on the apron and shrieks for her love to get up. Niobe tries to fly off, going for Phantasm Horror, but she plunges down like a comet coming to earth with brutal, final speed... and she hits, breastbone first, on Shadow's upraised shins, and bounces off, falling to the side as Shadowlove blocked. Niobe contorts and rolls around on the mat in a burst of sudden pain. A winded Shadowlove then lifts Niobe up and plants her with an Implant DDT, too desperate for any of the usual theatrics. A winded Shadowlove sinks down, and covers Niobe.
Chris Avery: THE DARK GIFT!Billy: Niobe was so close!!Showing the strain of the grueling match, Shadowlove pins Niobe...
The referee: One...
Two...
Three!!Ding Ding Ding
Ethan Miller: Here is your winner...... SHADOWLOVE!!"Her Strut" by Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band hits on the PA, and an exhausted, red-faced Shadowlove rolls off, holding his ribs and selling the grueling sprint of a match he's just had, while Miyamoto, gingerly, cradling her arm, rolls in to comfort her lover. Downfall stares at both of them, a pissed-off expression on his face.
Chris Avery: A much-needed win for Shadowlove tonight, and he really did stick it to Downfall, who's been calling him out all week. But you can definitely see the tension in both competitors as they lock eyes.Shadowlove continues staring at Downfall, and he protectively puts his body in front of Miss Miyamoto's as he stands in front of her, and then they move towards the ropes, exiting the ring. Downfall chews over this for a second, and then he picks up the AW World Title belt from the apron, then he paces over and snatches a mic from the timekeeper.
Downfall: Now hold on just a minute there, because we have some business to conduct Shadow, you little bitch.Snarling, Downfall climbs up on the apron. Shadowlove says nothing that the mic wants to pick up (our censors would thank him for that) but he does mouth some threatening words. Downfall holds the World Title belt in one hand as he stands in the ring.
Downfall: Before we begin, I'm setting the record straight. The official story, is that I skipped Clash last week, because we were in Torture's hometown; And I didn't want to run into the birthday boy backstage, because I have heat with management. And it's true, I've been vocal on social media. I've shat on Brady Bolt for booking the main event of Final Chapter, and my title defenses, giving it credence of some kind of audience participation when I've already stipulated that any time that I lose a match with the AW World Championship on the line, I will walk away into the sunset and it will be my last match. The narrative is, that I'm anti-management, anti-Torture, anti-AW because of that. And that.......He pauses, weighing it, as if maybe there are some truths, but after his pause, he speaks, plainly and bluntly;
Downfall: Isn't true. I didn't skip the premiere of Clash because I didn't want to see Torture, or because I would have Brawl Outed against Brady Bolt. I didn't forgo the first episode of Clash in 2024, because I was being a primadonna, OR because I believe there's conspiracies against me; No. That is Tatiana Jolee shit, believing the GM's or Torture are stacking the deck. But what I do believe... is that they were wrong. They were wrong to include a variety of triple threats, six-mans, and ladder multi-mans on the poll when there wasn't a viable option for a singles match against the people who are ACTUALLY ranked contenders, or former champions who are OWED a
FAIR
ONE ON ONE
REMATCH
Instead of being shoved in the middle of a fucking six or seven man ladder, Hell in the Cell, barbed-wire cage hoobajoob. That the people who've WORKED all year to get their title shots are locked in the same as idiots like you, and thus, presented on par with, those who did absolutely nothing to get here, who simply walked out on a stage and had their name announced. How someone who has to win a contendership through being named WRESTLER OF THE YEAR is given the same consideration as an idiot who was named on a poll.
In that, I can see exactly why Tatiana has such gripes, why she'd believe that Torture is stacking the decks against her.
But it's not because I believe he's out to get me. I've proven I'm the best money-maker he has. No. I just believe it was yet another bad call in a litany of them, and it's indicative of the flaws in the process. Because that's wrong, no matter how you slice it. And the simple fact is, that this has happened to me twice since I've been World Champion, where returning names are just thrown in the main event without having to work for it. And That, Shadow, is why I'm calling you out about it. Because you cheese your face in the dish, because you fucking benefit from a flawed premise more than any man here. Admit it.Shadowlove and Miyamoto glare at Downfall. Downfall stands across from them, holding the World Title belt up.
Downfall: You say, "I'm just ranting and raving, and bitching and moaning", when I am giving credible, logical and pointed analysis that YOU DO NOT FUCKING BELONG HERE. And I promise you this it is not sour grapes, I could care less whether you are here, or not, but it makes me absolutely fucking sick that you are given a title shot by a simple, stupid, loaded vote on a poll when I had to WIN A TOURNAMENT for this. So that's where we stand, Shadowlove. I'm standing, right in your face, and telling you you don't deserve shit. And now we get to the meat of this. I can't remove you from this match. Management claim they're "bound" by the results of the poll, when the poll was rigged from the very start. But even if I can't kick you out and get a singles match against someone who deserves it; Even if I can't remove you as an option for the six-man roster, even though just last week, Roman Gunn was able to challenge Dake Ken Junior and take his spot... I'm still calling you out. Because I will do this the direct way.Downfall stands his ground, pointing his finger like the barrel of a gun at Shadowlove.
Downfall: I will beat you so mercilessly that you won't MAKE it to the January pay-per-view.Shadowlove steps forward, aggressively, talking trash and badmouthing Downfall, and now Miyamoto holds him by his chest.
Downfall: I challenge you, on Clash, versus me, one-on-one, none of this extraneous bullshit you use as a crutch. No Miyamoto. No nameless Japanese henchmen. Step your fucking game up, face me like the man you aren't.He laughs.
Downfall: And I'll sweeten the deal, since you're so fond of telling the world when you defeated some United States Champion in a non-title match that gained you nothing; NAME YOUR STIPULATION! Drop another "ether" on me on Paramount+, give me any stakes you want!Defiantly, he raises the World Title belt in the air with his free hand, his eyes burning a hole into Shadowlove's.
Downfall: But I'll tell you my stakes and my terms, I'm going to snap your fucking arm and get you medically not cleared to compete. And when I win, and Shadow, I'm going to win... I'm naming my terms, and they are simple. You will have to admit I am a better man than you.He pauses, and he walks toward Shadowlove and Miyamoto, who tense up, as if readying for a fight. Downfall just smiles.
Downfall: Ball's in your court. Show me what you're made of, "Handsome Half-Breed". Because I call it like I see it, half supervillain, half superhero.He hurls the last syllables out like an epithet, a slur.
Downfall: All BITCH.He flips the mic in the air, letting it bounce of Shadowlove's shoulder, and before Shadowlove can take a swing at him he exits the ring, standing on the outside, and he holds the World Title belt and sets it on his shoulder. Shadowlove, who wasn't given a chance to rebut him, snarls at him, gripping the top rope and shaking with visible outrage, as Miyamoto tries to talk to him. Downfall smiles at him, knowing he's gotten a reaction, and walks up the ramp, holding his hands in the air.