Singles Match

ONI: Winnipeg Rematch

Ken Kaze vs. Sylo

The following contest was going to be a rematch of sorts from the most recent pay per view event, One Night In: Winnipeg. The fans were on the edge of their seats, awaiting for the two men scheduled to compete in the match to make their entrances.

DOOMSDAY JESUS

KEN KAZE

“Doomsday Jesus” by Black Label Society resounded throughout the Exposition Park in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania as the sold-out audience took to their feet. The cheers were enormous. The lights had vanished as emerald green strobe lights pierced the darkness. Golden yellow and blinding white pyrotechnics burst from the stage and rafters. The curtain jerked to the side as the Hero of Hardcore emerged from the back, hands raised in the air. Normally, George the Trashcan would have accompanied him, but since his mysterious disappearance last week, it was not to be.

Kaze didn’t seem to be in the happiest of moods, but he still attempted to put on a façade of cheerfulness in front of the live audience. It was obvious he was hurting inside. Who wouldn’t be hurt if their best friend had mysterious vanished only seconds after they had conversed with them?

Kaze slid into the ring and simply leaned in a corner, obviously too heartbroken to perform his usual in-ring antics.

A Perfect Circle’s “Pet.” A song that once struck fear into the hearts of men because they knew what it signaled. However, that very same song seemed to have become hollow, and lost its meaning. The former Superbeast, Sylo, had deserted all that he had gained, and yet he still seemed to fall into a sweet oblivion. The blue flames shot across the stage, and yet they had seemed to lose their glorious magnitude. Sylo came out donning the sleeveless black hoodie, which was pulled over his eyes. Even they had seemed to lose their glow.

Sylo slowly paced down the ramp, toward the ring, and it was apparent that the intensity was gone. He climbed in slowly, stepped over the top rope, and took the hoodie off to lackadaisically stare at his opponent for the evening.

Veteran Jolt Wrestling Official, Kim “Korean Warrior” Jin Gui was going to administrate the following contest. He checked on both combatants to insure that they were ready to commence the match-up. Ken, with an unusual arrogant smirk amongst his face, nodded in response. Sylo replied with a half-hearted growl. The match was ready to begin as Kim signaled for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

“Didn’t learn your lesson at the ONI, eh?” Kaze queried as he approached the center of the ring. “Sure, for those couple of weeks you held me captive, I was a weak little twat. But when you approached me face to face, you didn’t stand much of a chance. I guess the Superbeast is nothing more than the Hypebeast. People actually thought you were going to destroy me, Sylo – AARRGGGHH!”

THUD.

Obviously annoyed with the monologue, Sylo sent Kaze to the canvas with a stiff-armed clothesline. However, Jolt’s Resident Moron was as resilient as ever and had promptly nipped up to his feet. Sylo swung precisely for a second clothesline attempt, but the temporarily smarter Ken rolled under to follow up with a rear waistlock. The Superbeast swung with a back right elbow, but caught nothing but air as Ken ducked it. A second elbow flew back, but it missed its target again as Ken ducked once more.

Rapidly releasing the rear waistlock, Ken executed a moonsault dropkick into the small of his foe’s back. Landing on his feet, the Hero of Hardcore realized his maneuver had no affect on the Bloodlust Machine whatsoever.

As Sylo made an about face, an expression of “Uh oh!” overwhelmed Kaze’s face. A gigantic boot came shoveling toward his face, but Sylo had only committed half-heartedly. This, inevitably, was countered by a second roll through as Ken popped up behind his opponent for a second time.

It was obvious Sylo’s heart wasn’t fully in this match. Sure, he wanted vengeance and redemption of his loss at the pay per view, but the loss itself had had such a devastating influence on him as a whole, his wrestling ability was mediocre at best. The rage of intensity and the fire in his eyes he contained before had been lost and snuffed, respectively.

The newly acclaimed Doomsday Jesus was rebounding from the ropes as he charged toward his opponent from behind. A spear attempt later, and he found himself rolling on the canvas, clutching at his shoulder in pain. Sylo was still standing, and had acted as if only a mere mosquito had taken a bite out of his back.

“Hypebeast, huh? You can’t even capitalize on my mistakes, you midget bastard. Get up and fight me like a man. One on one, mother f[BEEP!]ker. Polar’s not here to intervene this time, and I can begin to dismantle you from the get go.”

Taking heed to Sylo’s calling, Ken made his way to his feet. He instantly responded with a double leg takedown attempt, but a club to the back from Sylo’s massive forearm brought the Hardcore Moron to his knees. A second immense forearm blow was made to take advantage of the opportunity. Sylo brought his opponent into the air after the standing headscissors, and dropped Ken to the mat with a powerbomb.

Keyword: dropped. Sylo didn’t use much means of force to drive Ken into the canvas as he normally would have. His heart was out of this match and he just wanted to pick up the win as soon as possible. Thus, he proceeded with the lateral press as referee Kim Jin Gui came into position.

One.

TWO!

The Hero of Hardcore’s shoulder rose from the mat, efficient enough to break the pin attempt. Sylo brought himself to a vertical basis. He bent over to lift Kaze up by his hair as well. Sylo slammed Ken into the mat with a scoop slam, and jogged toward the set of ropes. On the return, he leapt into the air before driving his enormous knees into the sternum of his enemy. This drove out every ounce of oxygen in the lungs of Kaze as his body jolted up instantly, gasping for air.

Sylo slammed a vicious kick into the ribs of his nemesis, causing Ken to roll toward the nearest corner. He sat up and pulled himself into the corner, propped against the turnbuckles, resting as much as possible. However, his rest break would soon come to an end as a mammoth-sized boot was rammed into his throat with a forceful thrust. Unfortunately for him, the mammoth-sized boot did not retreat, but instead continued to press forward to proceed to choke him out.

Asphyxiation.

Referee Kim Jin Gui was slow to make the proper five count, but nonetheless started it.

One.

. . .

Two.

. . .

THREE.

. . .

FOUR!

. . .

FIVE!

That was it! The match was over. Winner by disqualification: Ken Kaze. Sylo could care less at this point whether or not he received the win or not. Sure, the win would have been lovely and would have been content with him. However, as long as his dominance flourished brightly and the fact remained he had not been defeated by that puny twat, the Superbeast was happy.

Conversely, the match was actually not over. If you knew the Korean Warrior’s swindling behavior, there was no way he’d end a match over a simple disobeyed chokehold. Hell, if Kim was still wrestling to this day, he’d milk the chokehold for all it was worth himself. He simply shrugged and didn’t bother to pull Sylo away. Then again, what human being in their right state of mind would even attempt to pry Sylo away from his prey?

The Superbeast eventually relinquished his chokehold as Ken immediately grasped his throat in agonizing pain, sucking in as much air as possible. The carbon dioxide had filled his lungs to their maximum capacities and were ready to burst. He was lucky his entire chest didn’t explode as Sylo slammed a fierce knee strike his way. Naturally, one knee strike wasn’t enough as the Bloodlust Machine slung a second. Of course, everyone knows third time’s a charm, and in this scenario, the phrase fit appropriately, as Sylo shoved a third knee strike into his rival’s sternum.

Ken was still wheezing and panting, desperately trying to catch his breath. As Sylo relented on his assault to absorb the jeers coming his way, his opponent had pulled himself up to his feet with use of the ropes. Propped against the corner, Ken began to re-strategize his offense for Sylo. Obviously, going toe to toe with the Big Blue Machine was out of the question. He would rely on his superior, adept agility and speed.

And the first step to all of this was going up to the top rope. As Ken ascended, the jeers in the arena transformed into cheers. They were ready to see Kaze take the advantage of the match, especially with the suicidal tactic that he was probably about to perform. Ken crouched in wait, knowing Sylo would soon acknowledge the change of the reaction of the crowd and turn around to advance on his opponent. And Sylo had done just that. As he turned around, an average human sized blur was detected in his peripheral vision.

The top rope hurricanrana had sent Sylo head over heels (or would it be heels over head, seeing as he was already standing, thus already being “head over heels”?) and to the mat. The crowd broke into pandemonium at the maneuver as Ken was back up to his feet. He charged into the ropes almost immediately. On his return, he vaulted toward Sylo into the air with a running, standing shooting star press. Alas, nobody was home, as Sylo had sat up instantly, just in the nick of time. Thus, Ken crashed to the mat with a thud face first.

The boos rained in as it seemed the Resident Moron’s advantage was gone before it even started. Sylo was up to his feet and was aiding his opposition to his feet as well. An elbow smash to the face sent Ken reeling, but Sylo clasped onto Ken’s hair with his left hand. A second right elbow smash caught Ken in the face and busted his nose wide open. Sylo smirked at the sight of blood streaming down his adversary’s face. The third elbow smash definitely didn’t help Ken any, and the concluding straight right punch only aided in injuring him worse.

Ken dropped to the canvas with the force of the punch and rolled to the outside of the ring. His face was cupped in his hands as he tended to his fresh crimson mask. Sylo stepped over the top rope onto the ring apron, and dropped down to the outside. However, he dropped to the outside after nailing Kaze with a clubbing forearm to the back.

Ken began to crawl on the outside mats, his hands groping underneath the squared circle aimlessly. He decided he needed to take this match to the next level. It was time to take this contest to the extreme. His hand shot out instantly from beneath the ring and swung at his opponent’s face rapidly. A kendo stick was gripped in the hands of the Hero of Hardcore, and he had just cracked Sylo in the face with it.

Inside of the ring, referee Kim Jin Gui merely shrugged before taking a seat upon one of the top turnbuckles, enjoying the match with the rest of the crowd. He never appreciated the officials intervening in his matches in the past, and he was sure Kaze and Sylo wouldn’t appreciate it either.

Ken pushed himself up to his feet with use of the kendo stick and drove it into the right ankle of Sylo. The Superbeast had naturally weak ankles, as Ken had found out two weeks ago at the ONI in Winnipeg. The Bloodlust Machine dropped to a knee almost without delay. A second sickening kendo stick shot to the left ankle of Sylo sent the behemoth to the ground, clutching at his ankles whilst rolling around.

The Doomsday Jesus had rolled back into the ring. With kendo stick still in hand, he peered over the top rope awaiting for his archenemy to pull himself up to his feet. As Sylo regained a vertical basis with use of the barricade, Ken charged the opposite set of ropes. On the return, Ken stepped up to the top rope with use of the middle rope and vaulted into the heavens. On his descent from grace, he placed the kendo stick underneath his legs just below his ankles. He landed upon the shoulders of the Superbeast in true rana fashion, using the kendo stick to hook around behind Sylo’s neck. With the amount of momentum from his leap, Sylo once more somersaulted into the air from the kendo stick-aided hurricanrana!

Uproar had taken over the arena as Sylo flew back first into the ring apron, slumping onto his head. Ken stood up to his feet, raising the kendo stick high above his head before releasing it, allowing it to drop to the ground. The audience loved it when wrestlers performed at their peak wrestling ability. But they loved it even more when they decided to put it all on the line, and risk their own health to damage their opposition. That was what upgraded the true men of the profession from wrestlers to gladiators.

To maintain the pace of the match-up, Ken stood atop the guardrail, much to the liking of the crowd. He somersaulted into the air, connecting with corkscrew senton splash onto the prone Sylo. He let out a monotonous groan as the impact point of Kaze was primarily focused onto Sylo’s sternum, causing him to lose his breath for a second. The Hardcore Retard was back to his feet, and was approaching Clippie Da Clown.

“Get outta the chair, Queerbo the Clown.”

SLAP!

Clippie had slapped Ken right across the face with his infamous expired stick of kielbasa. The crowd loved this as Ken’s head remained sideways.

“Take it,” Clippie replied as he genuinely handed Ken the steel chair.

“Thanks,” Ken said before releasing a smile. He winked at Clippie before walking away, once again approaching Sylo.

“Did he just wink at me?” Clippie questioned himself in disbelief. “Nah, he didn’t . . . or did he? Bah, forget it.”

Meanwhile, Sylo had made it to all fours as Ken had left him to . . . well, himself. Realizing this, Ken began to charge the steel steps positioned between him and his foe, and vaulted from them before crash-landing onto the back of Sylo, sandwiching the chair between the both of them. Kaze clutched at his gut as Sylo tended to his back, both men feeling the effects from the desperation maneuver.

Ken was the first to his feet, naturally, as he was the man in control, and lifted Sylo up by his hair. Ken rolled Sylo into the ring as best he could, and followed suit himself – not before grabbing a hold of that beneficial kendo stick, of course. Ken strategically placed Sylo’s legs onto the bottom rope. He raised the kendo stick into the air, looked out to the crowd, and yelled in excitement, asking for the fans’ approval. The resounding cheers responded naturally as he brought the kendo stick down with a swift axe chop to Sylo’s right ankle.

The Hero of Hardcore followed this up with several more kendo stick shots to the right ankle, before throwing the deadly weapon into the crowd and unleashing a barrage of stomps to the injured ankle. He grasped a hold of the top rope for more leverage as he continued the assault onto Sylo’s ankle. Referee Kim Jin Gui took notice to Ken grabbing a hold of the top rope, and wasted no time to begin the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

For some odd reason, Kim had finally decided to take control over this match and reassert his authority. More than likely, just for the sake of saying, “Hey, don’t forget, I control this match.”

Not wanting to lose by disqualification, Ken had released the top rope and walked away from the injured Sylo. The behemoth was groaning in pain as he tried to reach toward his ankle, but he was too weak. He just laid there on the mat, his feet resting upon the bottom rope. However, a top rope guillotine leg drop to the injured ankle from Kaze was enough for Sylo to recoil, finally pulling his ankles toward him, balled up in a temporary fetal position.

Ken kicked Sylo in the face as hard as he could before dragging the monster into the center of the ring. He kicked Sylo over onto his stomach and seized his injured right ankle. He dropped to the mat whilst applying a leglock, but he also executed an ankle lock! Sylo’s groans of pain heightened in volume as he was surely about to tap out. The strategic breaking down of his ankle from Ken, coupled with the fact Sylo’s ankles were naturally weak, was enough to force him into submission. However, Sylo would never tap out. If it meant he had to suffer a broken ankle, so be it. It’d heal eventually.

And suddenly, an epiphany had coursed through Kaze’s mind. Sylo wasn’t going to tap out; he’d never tap out, Ken realized. Thus, the excruciating ankle lock to Sylo was released. Kaze found himself on his feet as he doubled over to pull Sylo up as well. The Superbeast hobbled on his feet as the Hero of Hardcore forced him into the ropes, before Irish whipping him into the parallel set of ropes. As Sylo staggered back towards Ken, he looked to behead the insane moron with a clothesline, but it was ducked and countered with a drop toehold.

However, the drop toehold wasn’t released as he reached up and applied a rear chinlock from behind. The two combatants were dead center in the ring, and Sylo had no means of escape. Of course, that was until he realized that he actually did have a means of escape. His brute force.

Mustering every ounce of raw strength in his body, the Three Faces of Sin in the flesh overpowered Ken as Sylo’s leg broke free from the formerly applied toehold. Reaching up with his hands, he grasped onto his opponent’s wrists before heaving his enemy overhead.

The Resident Moron didn’t spend too much time on his back, as he nipped up to his feet nimbly, turning around to see Sylo struggling to stay on his feet. Kaze slowly approached the vehement monster. As Sylo lunged forward at his prey, hoping for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, Ken dropped to the mat, catching his rival with a second drop toehold. This time, however, he arched backward, applying an inverted rear chinlock. In other words, it was practically a modified STF submission hold.

Once again, the two were dead center in the ring. Sylo began to groan in pain, frustrated at his opposition’s quick counteroffensive tactics. Things definitely weren’t going to plan in the eyes of the Superbeast. This was supposed to be a squash. After all, Ken Kaze was lucky to defeat the Bloodlust Machine at the ONI. He was going to prove this tonight.

No matter what submission hold Ken would apply, Sylo wasn’t going to tap. It just wasn’t in the cards tonight for Kaze to win by submission. He would have to pin Sylo for a second time. Of course, this didn’t seem like a big deal in the mind of Ken. He had done it two weeks ago. How was this match any different?

The modified STF was released as Ken sprung to his feet immediately. Sylo pushed up to all fours, rolling his neck in an attempt to rid himself from the stiffness he suffered from. Nevertheless, his limbs collapsed from underneath him as Ken executed a springboard asai moonsault from the second rope. Continuing his advantage, the self-proclaimed Doomsday Jesus dragged Sylo over to a nearby corner.

Rolling out of the ring, Ken latched onto his foe’s legs and wrapped them around the pole. No one knew what he had in mind, but they knew it wouldn’t be good for the monstrous fiend. He simply yanked on Sylo’s legs, smashing his gonads against the steel pole.

OOOOHHH!

Referee Kim Jin Gui had every right to disqualify the Hardcore Hero at this moment, but the Korean Warrior loved to watch cheap tactics himself. Ken followed the babymaker destructive maneuver by shaping his arch nemesis’ legs into a figure four. The fans went ballistic as everyone knew what to expect.

FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK AROUND THE STEEL POST!

“AAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!” was the bellicose roar emitted from Sylo. “YOU F[BEEP!]KING S[BEEP!]T, KAZE!”

The veteran official loved to watch cheap tactics and turn his head whenever the opportunity presented itself, but this was an outright blatant illegal assault. He began the five count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

The figure four leglock was released in order to break the five count.

“All right, I’m going to start the ten count now. Take this back into the ring,” the Korean Warrior informed Kaze.

Sliding into the ring, the Hero of Hardcore pulled Sylo up to his knees in the corner. A moonsault dropkick to the face was efficient to knock the big man backwards, causing him to slump lifelessly in the corner.

Ken raised his arms in celebration, smelling victory moments away. As he proceeded to continue his relentless assault, a hand reached out to grab him by the throat.

A hand of a madman.

A hand of THE madman.

Sylo’s hand.

Ken immediately began to hammer away on Sylo’s arm as the behemoth stood to his feet. Backing Kaze into the center of the ring, it was obvious Sylo was ready to plant him with a chokeslam from Hell. Ken was raised about ten feet into the air, light bulbs flashing around the arena. This was possibly it. This could be the end. A vicious chokeslam to end Kaze’s fluke advantage. The fans were even supporting the end, it seemed. As ironic as it was, they were on their feet, ready to watch Sylo become victorious.

And their cheers raised to new heights as Sylo dropped to his knees, releasing his clutches around Ken’s throat.

“Bloodshot” Bruce Vale.

HE was the sole reason the audience took a new reaction to Sylo. They were cheering because Vale was storming through the sea of people. And as he hopped the barricade, slid into the ring, a steel chair was drilled into Sylo’s right knee.

Last week, Bruce Vale had proclaimed he would be coming after Sylo. Tonight, he proved he was a man of his word.

The bell rung to signify the end of the match, as this was more than enough for the Korean Warrior to call the match. Sure, he didn’t mind illegal moves here and there, but when a third party was introduced into the match in the form of a steel chair, it just wasn’t fair.

“Pet” by A Perfect Circle played over the public announce system, concluding the fact that Sylo had won by disqualification. Confused by the events transpiring before his eyes, Ken Kaze simply rolled out of the ring, storming up the ramp into the back. He knew the match was over, and assumed Sylo had won, but what the hell was this newcomer interfering in his match for? It didn’t particularly bother him that much at the moment, all he wanted to do was get away from the carnage that was about to take place inside of the ring.

Winner: Sylo via disqualification (“Bloodshot” Bruce Vale interfered and attacked Sylo with a steel chair)

Time: 16:32