The scene opens back, right after ‘Learning With Professor Logan.’ In the center of the ring, are two starts, standing on either side. In between both of them, was Worley, holding the mic and hand, bringing it slowly to her lips, and spoke through the mic, ready for the next match.
Worley: This first match, will be a debut in the careers of both of these men. Standing on the right, Curtis Young!
The crowd lightly pops, while the man who took the name, step forward, and swung his arms up in the air, jumping from side-to-side.
Worley: And, his opponent, standing right in front of him, this is Trevor Fitzroy!
Once again, the crowd pops. Worley stands down, as the man in front of Young, steps forward, and accepts the cheer. The bell sounds.
Wells: And that was the bell. This match is now on its way.
Young steps forward, both men now hunched over somewhat, rolling around the ring. It would look somewhat like a college wrestling match. But no one made the first mood. Young, was cocky, he kept his right arm extended, and kept smacking the side of the head of Trevor. Neither of them really pulling any real moves for a few minutes, the crowd begun to grow restless, when the two hooked up, the first move being in control by Fitzroy, a hip toss to the mat.
Wells: A good hip-toss there by Trevor Fitzroy!
Star: Well, something had to start this match. So at this moment, I would call any move good.
Not recovering immediately after the blow, Fitz went on the move again, landing by the head of Young, and takes him into a strong headlock, slamming the top, and bottom of his head into the mat. Somewhat positioning his legs around him, wrapping them strongly around his waist, and pushed down, while pulling up with the headlock.
Star: Fitzroy is back on it again, and is pulling out a good combo set.
Young somewhat suffers, but then builds strength, through the fans. He begun to smack the mat, and broke his head from the hold. He thrusted his body hardly forward, and slammed back down onto it, with an elbow, causing Fitzroy to loose grip of him with the legs, now Young was back to his feet, and had begun sending a few boots into his ribs.
Wells: Nice escape there by Young. It looks like these two rookies might actually have something worth offering.
Young helps him to his feet, and slams a forearm into his neck, sending the back stumbling back, holding where it hit. Young once more ran in, and speared the man, the impact was hard, the smacking echoing throughout the arena. As he went for the pin.
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-----2!-----
-----KICKOUT!-----
Wells: And he’s saved, by a last minute kick out!
Young is already back up to his feet again, and he leans forward, and sits Trevor up, and sends a drop kick into his back, swiftly. He switches to another pin.
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-----KICKOUT!-----
Star: Not much of a pin there, kicked out after the one count.
Young, is back up again, but begun to look mad. He ran to the ropes, and once he came back to the laying down body of Fitzroy, he landed a hard, impacting leg drop to his leg, making his whole body seem to spasm. And yet, goes for another pin, once more, the ref slides to the count.
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-----2!-----
-----KICKOUT!
Wells: Another kick out, but this one made it to the two count. Almost there.
Star: That leg drop was landed perfectly, I couldn’t see how anyone would get up after that hard blow.
Getting back to his feet, Young kept getting worse. This time, he picked Trevor up to his feet, and landed him into a power bomb, that rattled the mat, the man looked dead, but yet, Young picked him up once more, this time, with a hard scoop slam. He had the ability to end in anytime he wanted, but it looks as he wanted to make sure he was able to.
Wells: Come on, now end it. You know you have him where you want it right now.
Star: He’s gotta make sure. The last attempts have only been getting kicked out of. So what do you expect? He’s new, and getting frustrated.
Young goes back at it, and just at that instance, the lights go black. Nothing can be seen at all. Then, at the Titan Tron, an image is shown, of a demented Hall-Way. The image has been curled. It was an Asylum way, poorly kept, and held all kinds of inhabitance. One came of view, and it was the old face, of Jax Meridius. Standing in front of the camera.
Jax Meridius: XWF, you had better fear for all you have. Because, I am coming, Jax is making a return, and I don’t plan on leaving anyone as a survivor.
The image fades out, two the two men laying face-down into the mat. Both men, have blood coming from their heads, and a chair is left by the ring. It has the letters [Jax Meridius] in blood, written.
Wells: Oh my god, what just happened here? Did Jax do this?
Star: Apparently so.
The bell sounds.