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Subject: M4. Rob Chapman vs. Razor Xtreme Sun Nov 16, 2014 10:03 am
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Subject: Re: M4. Rob Chapman vs. Razor Xtreme Sat Nov 22, 2014 5:50 pm
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Subject: Re: M4. Rob Chapman vs. Razor Xtreme Sun Nov 23, 2014 2:08 am
We return from commercial break to a sight that's been highly anticipated. Standing in the ring are two of XWA's finest; The Greatest Of All Time, Razor Xtreme, and the current XWA Intercontinental Champion, Rob Chapman. To say that these two dislike each other is an understatement. As the introductions commence, Chapman can be seen up close staring a burning hole through the ever-confident, smirking Razor, who simply cracks his knuckles. Both likely remembering their previous encounter, which ended in a disqualification after Razor's decision to blatantly choke the life out of Chapman. Though Chapman got a measure of revenge against the former XWA Champion by getting the win over Razor with his own finishing move, he's now got the opportunity to really give Razor a piece of his mind. But will it be enough to stop Xtreme? Or just slow him down? There's no Danny, nor Shade present tonight to alter the outcome of this battle.
DING DING DING
A tad predictably, the choleric Canadian explodes out of the corner towards his arrogant adversary, whereas Razor stays right where he's standing. As Chapman closes in, Razor quickly braces off of the top ropes and puts his feet up to stop his opponent, only to be surprised when Chapman stops dead just out of his range, forcing Razor to land awkwardly back on his feet, where he becomes the recipient of a hard kick to the gut! And another! And another! Viciously, Chapman begins to stomp Razor against the corner, showing shades of the great Stone Cold Steve Austin as he forcibly sits his adversary down and continues to stop a mudhole in him! As RX is finally seated in the corner, the Intercontinental Champion quickly switches up his attack, and begins throwing hard knees into the no-longer-grinning face of his enemy. If he had his way, that face would be bloody by the end of the night. Several knees later, Rob changes up his method of attack once more. Grasping a handful of Xtreme's greasy black hair, he hauls the Los Angeles native straight back to his feet, hooking a tattoo-sleeved arm around his head in position for a Suplex! Hauling the haggard grappler off of the ground, he turns and uses the ropes to bounce Razor upward... but instead of connecting with a Slingshot Suplex, he hurls RX straight over his shoulder, sending him flipping face-first into the canvas with a modified Alley-Oop! Razor's face and chest strike the mat hard, causing him to bounce back up to his knees, where he stalls for a few seconds before flopping almost-lifelessly onto his back. Chapman has already used the ropes to propel himself toward his grounded opponent, and he captivates the capacity crowd with a quick and critical Standing Shooting Star Splash, flattening Xtreme beneath him and staying atop for the pinfall attempt! The official slides over to count, only for Razor to instinctively lift his shoulder off the mat at a count of two!
|CEDAR| "Beautiful Standing Shooting Star Press by Rob Chapman! He's off like a cannon right out of the starting gate, taking it to Razor Xtreme!"
|MILES| "You're fucking right he is! And that's what you've got to do to a guy like Razor! Razor is near-fucking infallible in the ring! Overwhelming him, if that's even possible, is the only way to go!"
Agitated, but not overly surprised, Super Xero presses on, grabbing Razor's head in one hand, and his arm in the other, and hoisting his assailant back to his feet. Yet again, he hooks the arm of RX around his own neck in a Suplex fashion, before delivering a series of stiff knee strikes to the chest! Each concurrent strike knocks more and more breath out of Razor's body- causing more and more pain, erupting from his sternum- until finally, it ends. Not mercifully, though; quite the contrary, as the Straight Edge Outlaw hooks Razor up, and takes him over with a beautiful Vertical Suplex, capped off with a Float-over! Rather than pin the gasping gladiator, however, Chapman decides to continue spreading pain through as much as Razor's body as he can by applying a modified Chickenwing hold to his opponent, bending RX's arm agonizingly behind his head. Wanting to permanently erase the arrogant smirk from his face, replacing it with his current expression of bitter pain.
|CEDAR| "And that Chickenwing is in deep! Chapman's got his arm locked firmly to the ground."
|MILES| "Ain't no thang, Theodore!"
Desperately, Razor begins to use the rest of his body- namely his feet- to begin pushing himself across the ring, sliding precariously toward the ropes in the hope of achieving a break. The whole while, Chapman keeps the arm locked firmly; it was pretty obvious he wasn't going to get the submission here, but until the hold had been on long enough that Razor would start going numb to the pain, he could keep it locked on securely. That time never comes, though; as XWA's Saviour draws near to the ropes. Not willing to give Razor the satisfaction of a reprieve, Chapman relinquishes the hold and immediately rewards Razor's efforts with a very stiff Elbow smash between the eyes! The move visibly knocks RX loopy, as his body sort of flops down to the canvas in a lifeless manner. With his feet now beneath him, Rob rises ever-so-slightly into a crouch and pulls Xtreme back towards the center of the ring. Sitting his pliable opponent up, Chapman proceeds to grip beneath Razor's chin, with both hands locked solidly together, and begins to yank backwards on the head of the Californian, whilst simultaneously driving a knee in between his shoulder blades, keeping RX firmly grounded with a Chin Lock! Razor emits an unwilling roar of pain as his injury lances up and down his spine like an electric shock. He reaches feverishly upwards, almost rhetorically, as his hands ball into fists before unfurling into a claw-shape. The discomfort on his face matching his erratic body-language.
|CEDAR| "Rob's doing a good job at keeping Razor grounded so far, and that's exactly what he needs to do. He needs to keep Razor off his feet, and on the defensive. Razor is a hell of a technical wrestler, but it doesn't do any good when you find yourself in hold after hold!"
|MILES| "Since when is Chapman a fucking submission machine though? He's got like one signature hold. Nigga doesn't even use the fucking Sharpshooter, and Canadians are supposed to be born knowing how to do that shit!"
Rob remains focused on his task; showing little emotion as he continues to damage his opponent's spine and neck, cranking back on Razor's head. For a man widely hailed as THE best, it's hardly fathomable to see Razor Xtreme fail at getting out of the starting gate. And yet, so far, Chapman has kept the former XWA Champion completely shut down, and left him devoid of any offence. It's a self-centric version of this realization that seems to snap RX back to reality, as he begins to bring his hands together. Reaching for his opponent's skull and grabbing handfuls of his matted, dark hair. As the referee, watching closely, scolds Razor for his particularly desperate attempt to counter out of the hold, Chapman forces Xtreme to relinquish his grasp anyway, removing his knee from the space between his opponent's shoulders and standing up, only to bring it back down with considerable force into his opponent's spine, filling the Californian with a jarring, searing pain. This tactic continues for several moments; every time Razor tries to break free of the hold, another one of Chapman's devastating knees is driven into the apex of his spine. Only after four more of these rapid, debilitating knee-butts does Razor once again take a handful of his opponent's scraggly hair; yanking hatefully on Chapman's epidermis, and giving himself just enough room to fight back as he throws his already-bent body backwards, delivering a knee of his own right between Chapman's eyes! Then another! And another! The third time's the charm, as both men give up their position. Rob stumbles backward, clutching at his forehead in a momentary daze. Xtreme clambers wearily to his feet, ignoring a rampant pain shooting all throughout his torso as he forces himself to stand and charge directly at his oppressor, looking for- BAM! Chapman swings his arm with concussive force, smashing Razor upside the head with his bicep and turning the former XWA Champion inside out! What a sickening Lariat!
|MILES| "Crucified Christ-fuck! Razor just took that like a fucking Samoan!"
|CEDAR| "I thought Razor was bout turn it around, but it looks like he got turned around instead!"
Razor appears to be on the verge of suffering a seizure as Chapman scrambles over to him and shoves him flat against the canvas, covering him in a Lateral Press, minus a hook of the leg. The referee drops to count the pin, but once again, Razor's veteran instincts enable him to kick out at a count of two! With a particularly loud F-Bomb, Chapman grits his teeth and rises back up off of his opponent's body. For the first time in the match, he doesn't immediately follow up with a new attack. It seems that he's no longer thinking two steps ahead. As he rakes a shaking hand through motley, dark hair, he takes a deep breath and allows the seething anger on his face to be replaced by an emotionless, machine-like calm. Narrowing his eyes and focusing on the continued destruction of Razor Xtreme. Leaning down, he brings his mangled opponent up to a crouched base, and places Razor's head between his legs in a familiar powerbomb setup. Wrapping his arms around his opponent's mid-section, he lifts RX onto his shoulders with a mighty heave! Xtreme is far from out of it, however, and he catches Rob off guard with a fierce, protective Headbutt! Rob begins to back up toward the ropes, struggling to keep his opponent's mass in position as Razor blasts him with another headbutt, and then finally, a disrespectful slap! Almost at the ropes, The Y2X Superstar realizes that Chapman plans to dump him out of the ring and immediately throws himself backwards to execute a Hurricanrana on his heavier opponent! However, Razor fails to create enough momentum to take Chapman over with the move. This, in combination with his considerable height, allows Rob to walk right over Razor's hanging upper body and sit down on his spine to apply a Boston Crab! Shocked, Razor lets out a yelp of agony as his spine is once again bent entirely the wrong way; thankfully, their proximity to the ropes allows Razor to claw his way- a short distance- to the bottom rope, which he grasps firmly. Chapman keeps the hold locked on as the referee calls for the break, beginning a count that threatens to see the Intercontinental Champion disqualified if he doesn't release the hold! One! Does Chapman care about winning at this point, or does he just want to hurt Razor? Two! It may be the latter, as he gives Razor's legs a yank, trying to pull them right out of their sockets! Three! Chapman begins to think rationally again; already holding one loss in recent weeks to Akira Kobayashi is more than enough for him. He releases the hold as he comes to the realization that a pinfall over Razor Xtreme is worth far more than any short-lived satisfaction.
|CEDAR| "Chapman with a Boston Crab here; and he's back to groundng the self proclaimed Savior of XWA. I thought he might have been imitating the Xtreme Walls at first, but we'd be seeing the move at a higher angle if it were. Just a really well-executed counter!"
|MILES| "Okay, seriously, who the fuck taught Rob submission shit?! Razor's getting stretched out like a cunt during childbirth!"
Razor remains momentarily cradled to the bottom rope as Chapman releases his legs and steps up off of him. Shaking his head as he takes a step away. Grateful, the Los Angeles native takes a deep breath in the midst of his reprieve... only for that to be all the break he gets, as Rob grabs a hold of his ankle and rips him away from the top rope! Grabbing Razor's head in both of his hands, The War Sniper brings his opponent back to a brief vertical base before scooping him up, and delivering him to the canvas with a Scoop Slam. A Scoop Slam that aligns him adjacently with a nearby corner of the ring! Chapman walks briskly toward that corner of the ring, and the already-electric crowd turns up the volume as Rob begins to climb the ropes with his back to his foe! Breathing heavily, Razor watches with despair as Chapman ascends to the top rope. As the camera zooms in on the fallen title contender, it's almost as if we can hear the thoughts of XWA's Saviour, and the silent cries of 'Move, body! Move! With a deep breath, Chapman takes a leap of faith as he catapults himself off of the top rope, getting incredible air as he executes a short-range back flip, coming down toward... nobody! There's nobody home as LionHeart collides catastrophically with the cold, hard canvas! A noise, almost like a hiccup, escapes Rob as the air is knocked out of him, and he lays writhing and gasping on the canvas. Not even three feet away, just out of reach, lies the cringing body of Razor Xtreme. And with both men down, a smarmy smirk forms on the face of the former XWA Champion. Leave it to the angry guy to make a mistake in a big way.
|CEDAR| "Oh no!"
|MILES| "Fuck, Rob's dead."
|CEDAR| "Razor rolled out of the way, and now he's got a chance to capitalize!"
Both men remain down for a long moment. But just as the referee looks like he's going to begin to count for a double knockout, Rob is the first to rise. Staggering, and using the ropes for assistance, albeit, but the first to rise. Meanwhile, Razor makes it up to all fours... and keeps his eyes on his opponent as he crawls toward him in a predatory manner. Just as Rob lets go of the top rope to stand unassisted, Razor reaches between his legs, wrapping an arm around Chapman's thigh, and pulls him down to the canvas with a School Boy Roll-up pin! The referee drops to make the count, but Rob manages to get the shoulder up right on two! There's still fight in the angry Canadian! Razor and Rob find their feet at the same time, this time, and find themselves trading punches back and forth in the center of the ring! It's here that Rob's striking power and experience becomes evident; his well-placed and less-tired punches begin to get the better of Razor's offence, and he lands a series of fists to his opponent's jaw in quick succession! Hastily, Chapman rears his hand back and swings for the fences with a Haymaker, but The Highest Level has his opponent's attack scouted and ducks incoming blow, causing a momentous Chapman to spin three-hundred-and-sixty degrees around. As he comes out of the rotation, his momentum his ended abruptly by a hard kick to the stomach by Razor Xtreme, who proceeds to reign Super Xero in by the waist, lifting him, and dropping him 'tailbone' first across his knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop! A particular part of the male anatomy is 'inadvertently' harmed here, and quite obviously so. So much, so, that Razor holds Chapman in place and then does the move again, crushing Rob's 'tailbone' a second time! And then, a third time, for good measure! This time, it's Razor hooking the arm of his opponent around his neck, as he hoists Rob's two-hundred-forty pound frame up for a Vertical Suplex, before spinning around rapidly and bringing him right back down on his neck and spine with a beautiful Falcon Arrow! Razor aptly hooks his opponent's legs in a pinning predicament, and the referee moves in to count, but Chapman powerfully explodes out of the pin at a count of two! Rob's getting his second wind already?! No way, no how! Rising to his feet, the tattooed tyrant begins defacing his opponent's battle-hardened visage with downright ugly Stomps! Kicking away at Chapman's face and chest with a vehement, and indignant, and focused fury!
|MILES| "Well, if he wasn't dead before, Razor going all American History X here'll fucking do the job."
|CEDAR| "And you just know every one of those stomps is harder than the last! Razor Xtreme is one pissed off wrestler!"
Like Rob earlier, Razor wisely chooses to variate his tactic before it becomes too predictable, and inevitably ceases his rain of stomps in order to lift the Halifax native back to his feet in a prone position. With his opponent's back to him, he grabs Chapman's head and bends it uncomfortably backward, putting calculated pressure on his spine as he waits for just the right moment; just the right angle to drop down to a seated position, smashing his opponent's head off of his shoulder with a sickening Neckbreaker! Whipping around, The Greatest Of All Time looks to uphold his moniker as he meticulously takes a hold of Rob's skull with one hand, and uses the other to batter it with vicious, downward elbow spikes, in a distorted reflection of Dusty Rhodes famous Bionic Elbow. Following a trifecta of attacks, Xtreme drops to a knee and wraps his arm around the head and neck of his capricious challenger, securing a Sleeper Hold on the wavering warrior. Frantically, Rob claws at the bicep currently compressing his larynx, but it doesn't get him anywhere; Razor's stance and position of leverage keep Chapman from being able to brute-force his way out of the hold with only a mere sixteen pounds of difference in mass. They remain on the ground for a long-while- Rob occasionally succeeding in prying just enough of his opposer's arm off of him to steal a breath (much to RX's chagrin), but not truly free himself. As desperation and the need for air begin to set in, Rob, much like Razor earlier, begins reaching up and trying to grab his adversary's head. Eventually, he succeeds; working fast, Rob gets his feet beneath him and begins to bridge himself up; just enough to position his head beneath Razor's chin, and drop back down to the canvas with a Jawbreaker! Razor's teeth are forcibly driven together, as his mouth is both literally and figuratively shut by Chapman's counter, and the shock of the move causes him to break the hold on his enemy, stumbling away! Clutching at his maw, he appears not to see as Chapman rises back to his feet.
|CEDAR| "A jawbreaker gets him out of that tight spot! Chapman's back on his feet!"
|MILES| "Shit, I think Razor's about to get fucking Samoan'd again."
Shaking the cobwebs out as best he can, Rob quickly aims to follow up as he charges headlong at his opponent, only for RX to meet him half-way, grabbing him in a front-waistlock and using Chapman's momentum to hurl him with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Rob lands hard on his back as Razor goes down with him, only for the Rated Y2X Superstar to roll over onto all fours, sizing up his opponent with a sneer. As Rob rolls toward the ropes, utilizing them to get back to his feet, Razor slinks toward Chapman like the slippery snake that he is, ascending with bad intentions as he meets the risen Chapman near the ring corner! With a punch to the gut, Xtreme is able to double over the Intercontinental Champion, and he quickly hooks Chapman's arm around his neck in a Backdrop fashion. With a heave, Razor lifts Rob up and drops him groin-first across the top rope! Chapman clutches grievously at the pained part of his body as Razor shakes his head in disapproval. Wearing a wicked grin that mocks his opponent's tenacity. With an innocent-looking shrug, Razor's next course of action is to propel himself into the adjacent ropes as he leaves his opponent hanging- literally, suspended across the top rope- before rebounding with critical velocity and leaping up high, where he grabs his opponent's head and brings him back down into the ring with a high-impact neckbreaker! The strange angle of the move sees Super Xero land parallel to those same ropes, and allows Razor to rise back up quickly, running the ropes from the opposite side and bounding back, where he delivers a crushing knee-drop to Chapman's skull! Razor scrambles for the pinfall, grabbing Rob's legs and hooking them away from the ropes, folding him in half as the referee drops to make the count. One! Two! Th- Kickout! Only a near-fall!
|MILES| "If not for the fact that Razor just tried to pin Rob off of a Neckbreaker, I might have almost thought that was it."
|CEDAR| "Innovative move by Razor Xtreme, but it doesn't get the three count!"
Chapman's kickout seems to instil some frustration in The Greatest Of All Time, as we see him questioning the ref and demanding an explanation. Taking his eyes off of Chapman, he fails to notice the Intercontinental Champion rolling out of the ring to catch his breath. Or does he? Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, he spies Rob standing outside of the ring with his head down, and immediately abandons the current argument. Taking off into the opposite ropes, he bounds back just as Rob looks up to come flying through the ropes toward The War Machine, crushing him with a Suicide Dive that sends them both careening into the barricade! A short lived round of applause circulates before the crowd returns to their obvious favour. With both men momentarily down, the referee begins counting them both out for being outside of the ring. One! Two! Three...
|CEDAR| "Suicide Dive by Razor Xtreme! Both men are down!"
As the count rises higher, both men slowly start to stand. Xtreme is the first to his feet, at a count of six, whilst Chapman only manages to get himself up to all fours. But rather than be deterred by the time limit, Razor chooses to reset it, rolling back into the ring, only to roll right out and restart the official's count. As Rob finally staggers to his feet at a count of two, RX rewards his efforts by shoving him into the barricade spine-first! Ironically, the barricade also keeps him from falling back to the floor, and it's to his detriment, as Razor grabs a hold of Rob's arm to execute a short-distance Irish whip right into the ring apron! Clutching his lumbar in aggravation, Chapman stumbles away from the ring apron, unable to catch Razor as the Californian slips around him and pivots straight into a Rear Waistlock. "Up ya go!" taunts Razor, wearing a sadistic grin as he powers Chapman up and attempts to German Suplex him straight into the ring apron! As Chapman sails through the air, however, he somehow finds the wherewithal to reach up; his hands fasten around middle rope just before Razor releases him, and leaves Rob hanging! Quickly realizing the utter lack of an earth shattering kaboom Razor turns around, only to eat the toe of Chapman's boot, as Rob kicks him back into the barricade! With impressive strength and agility, Rob proceeds to pull himself up and over the ropes, 'Skinning the Cat' a-la Shawn Michaels! Furious, Razor quickly hops up onto the apron, only to be blasted by a hard elbow butt from a rejuvenated Chapman that nearly sends him back down to the floor! Grabbing the head of the Rated Y2X Superstar, Rob proceeds to hook his opponent's arm over his head and lift Xtreme back into the ring with a Vertical Suplex! Briefly suspending the lighter competitor in the air, Chapman turns Razor into position for a Falcon Arrow before simply throwing him across the ring, sending him crashing back-first into the canvas! At the same time, however, Chapman falls to his knees, once again clutching at his aching lower back. Has the damage been done by Razor Xtreme? With both men down, I think it's safe to say the damage has been done substantially to each of them.
|CEDAR| "And Rob just throws Razor across the ring like a bag of cement! What distance!"
|MILES| "... who the fuck throws bags of cement?"
Both men stay down for several seconds, relishing the pain coursing through their bodies. There was no glory to be had for either man following the outcome of this contest. This was a fight for sport. A fight to get the anger out of their systems. And probably a fight for Thomas Barnez's enjoyment. And yet... in spite of that knowledge, they both choose to press on. Slowly rising to a knee before attaining a vertical base. Competitive spirit, and in Rob's case, quite possibly hatred are the fuels for this fire. Rob is the first to his feet by a margin, and he's right on Razor, grabbing and wrenching the arm of the Greatest Of All Time, delivering a quick flurry of Elbow smashes to the forehead, before sending Razor into the ropes with a powerful Irish Whip! At the same time, Rob himself takes off into the opposite ropes, bounding back and attempting to flatten the former XWA Champion with another Lariat. But Xtreme, ever-the-veteran, ducks underneath of his opponent's outstretched arm and continues on into the next set of ropes. Having missed his attack, Rob does the same. As the two warriors rebound toward one another, each of them leaves their feet; the ensuing collision is akin to a car crash as both Rob and Razor leap into Cross Body blocks; their torsos collide at high speed in mid-air- their ribcages wrap around each other's like mangled, twisted steel- and then, both men drop like stones to the waiting canvas below, evidently spent in their assaults as the referee is forced to begin a double knockout count!
|CEDAR| "Oh, God! Those two just met on a high impact collision course! Either one of them could have broken ribs after that!"
|MILES| "I'm sorry... I'm still stuck on 'throwing bags of cement'. Just what the fuck Theodore? Not even William Regal would do that shit, and he' s the manliest fucking man there is."
One! Two! Three! The official's count is chorused in unison by the capacity crowd overlooking both fallen fighters, rendered immobile by pain. As the count climbs higher, so too do the chances of this match ending without a winner. It's at a risky count of six that Razor Xtreme first begins to rise. Followed closely by Rob Chapman just before a count of seven. Though Razor is the first up, he's the slower-moving of the two. Chapman's heavier body likely dealt a tad more damage at that velocity than Razor's, and the former Champion is clearly feeling it. Cradling his ribcage with a single arm whilst pushing himself up with the other. He can't quite get to his feet. Chapman, on the other hand, seems to ignore the pain as he uses both hands to push himself to a vertical base by a dangerous count of nine. How he can ignore it is beyond comprehension; half of his torso seems to be existing as an angry, bright red welt. Capillaries busted all over. He brings the referee's count to an abrupt end for Razor as he grabs the Angelino by the head and proceeds to ram that already-battered midsection with visceral knee strikes, as if his aim were to cave his ribs right in! The knees are only a prelude, though; Razor lets out a defiant, but pain-wracked yell as Rob proceeds to wrap both arms around Xtreme's midsection and lift him up with a Gutwrench! Though Chapman's thoughts appear to be 'Suplex', Razor's thoughts appear to be more along the lines of 'Fuck that', as he executes a maneuver that is equal parts grace and desperation; throwing his momentum to the side, the end result almost appears to be a no-handed cartwheel, wrapping his arms around Chapman's stomach as he reverses the momentum and lands on his feet, whilst Rob's body is flipped upside down, suspended frighteningly above the mat by his opponent! Gasps escape the fans as Razor jumps straight up, seeming to hang in the air for a seconds or two before plummeting to the canvas, driving his opponent's head straight into the ground with a Reverse Piledriver!
|CEDAR| "GOOD GOD, FIRE THUNDER!"
|MILES| "Jesus!"
RX himself flops to the canvas, and it takes him a moment to get back to the Intercontinental Champion to cover him! The official slides in to count! One! Two! Thre- KICKOUT! "FUCKING WHAT?!" screams Razor, completely taken aback by this turn of events! He turns to look at Chapman with furious disapproval as he sits up, before turning his eyes on the referee who holds up the motion to affirm the two count. "No! That was three! That was fucking three!" Razor debates.
|CEDAR| "I can't believe that wasn't it right there! That was one hell of a counter by Razor Xtreme! Razor can't even believe it"
He continues to argue with the referee for a moment before turning his scathing gaze on the gasping, sprawled body of his opponent. "That's it! I'm fucking done with you!" yells The Highest Level, who proceeds to grab Rob by the head and drag him towards the corner of the ring. Bludgeoning his face with an angered stomp before turning towards the corner itself. The fans react with a mix of both cheers and boos; there's anticipation for what's next just as much as there is disdain for Razor and the idea of his ego being stroked by a victory here tonight. Razor's movement is something between a saunter and a hobble as he makes his way out onto the apron and clambers up the ropes with an almost-painful slowness. And it's just as painful that Chapman isn't moving yet. As Razor begins to step up onto the very top rope with one foot, we see the first glimmer of hope for Chapman; the Bluenoser slowly rolls onto his stomach, giving Razor his back. With one foot up top, Razor slowly brings his other foot up, fighting to keep his balance as Rob pushes himself up to all fours... and then stops. Laying like that. Very prone, and very much at risk of having his back broken. Realizing it, Razor takes a brief moment to show boat, raising his arms high above his head, and signalling for his signature Elbow Drop from up high! It's now that Chapman springs to life, managing to push himself up just enough to grab the top rope and pull it down, causing Razor to lose his footing and drop straight down onto the turnbuckle! As Razor lands groin-first, his face freezes in a silent expression of shocked agony! Seconds later, Chapman slowly begins to rise again, using the ropes to pull himself up. As he reaches his feet, he goes straight to work. Rather sluggishly, Chapman flips Razor's legs over the top rope so that he's seated properly... and then begins to ascend. Cheers fill the arena as Rob makes his way up to the second rope and smashes Razor across the face with a hard punch for good measure. Hooking RX's inked bicep around the back of his neck, the crowd intensifies in anticipation for the incoming Superplex! But as he gets Razor onto his feet... The Rated Y2X Superstar begins to fight back battering Rob's searing body with shots of his own! Rob begins to teeter, but before the Canadian can fall, Xtreme fully secures his arm around his adversary's head and leaps from the top rope, swinging around Chapman's body and dropping him head first with an Elevated Tornado DDT! Rob lands atop his head and bounces straight onto his back as Razor skids across the mat! Both men are down again!
|CEDAR| "That's it! That's gotta be it!"
|MILES| "Rob's fucking dead! Holy shit!"
Slowly, Xtreme crawls across the mat and drapes an arm over Chapman's chest, motioning with his other arm for the referee to count the pin before lurching forward and sprawling himself across his opponent's chest. The referee obliges him, dropping to count once again! One! Two! Thr- Kickout! Rob gets the shoulder up again, but just barely! Too tired to rebuke the referee's count this time, Razor simply rolls over and stares up at the lights. As clichéd as the expression is, there's no doubt that the phrase: 'What do I have to do?' is running through the mind of the former XWA Champion right now, as he turns his head to look at Chapman, muttering something indecipherable, and likely explicit before looking back up at the lights. For the second time, the referee begins his double knockout count. It's a count of four before either man stirs; this time, Rob's the one slowly getting to his feet first. Only at a knee by a count of six, XWA's Saviour finds it in him to get up far more quickly. As he rises to a footed base, he sees his opening and captures it immediately, stepping up off of Chapman's bent knee and cracking the back of the Intercontinental Champion's head with an Enzuigiri! Rob's stance falters and he crumbles to the canvas, face-down. Razor himself remains on the mat for another moment before finding it in him to get back to his feet. Tottering toward his rival, he grasps Chapman by the hair once more, lifting the man they call LionHeart up to a folded vertical base. That's when it happens; Chapman grabs Razor by the backs of his knees and quickly flips him into a Double Leg Takedown; before he even has time to think, Rob is flipping over him, still holding onto Razor's legs as he bridges himself in a Jackknife Pin! The referee, too, is swept up in the moment and doesn't realize for a split-second that he needs to be counting the pin! Dropping quickly, he starts his count, only for Razor to break the pin just shy of three as he punches the back of Rob's knee out from under him! The Intercontinental Champion falls to the side before hobbling back to his feet, but he's not the first one to rise! Incensed, Xtreme returns to a vertical base and charges at the crouching challenger, only to be pulled into a Small Package Pin by Chapman! Rob does his best to keep Razor's body compressed, but it's not enough to contain the Greatest Of All Time as he powers out of the pin again, just shy of a three count!
|MILES| "Okay, maybe Rob's not dead, but his fucking career's going to be if he thinks he can actually win a match with a Small Package. "
|CEDAR| "I don't know about that; that came damn close, Joey!"
"This is awesome!" Chants the crowd, grateful to be getting their money's worth tonight! This time, both wrestlers are up in a flash, running on pure adrenaline! Razor takes charge once again, hurdling at Chapman, only to get the Canadian's boot lodged firmly in his gut from a hard kick! The impact of the strike doubles the Angelino over, and Rob is quick to capitalize! For the second time tonight, Rob places Razor's head between his legs in a very impending setup; there's no hesitation from the Intercontinental Champion this time, though, as he wraps his arms firmly around Xtreme's mid-section and powers him up onto his shoulders, delivering him to the canvas in record time with an absolutely brutal Snap Powerbomb that folds Razor's body in half! Super Xero falls to his knees as he hooks his opponent's leg, confident of his Powerbomb being the decider. This time, the referee springs into action right on time, sliding toward the competitors from afar and counting the pin! One! Two! Thr- No! Razor Xtreme kicks out just shy of a three count! Despite being blown away by his opponent's longevity, Rob doesn't stop. The realization's come that any time spent gawking will result in more time for Razor to recover, and less chance of him picking up the win. Rising to his aching feet, Chapman grabs a hold of an arm and a leg, dragging Razor's body across the ring toward the nearest corner. Is Chapman gonna go high risk again? Can he chance it? He's going to! Turning toward the crowd, Rob begins to ascend the turnbuckle once more. Climbing tiredly up the ropes, until he reaches the top. For the second time tonight, Chapman takes a leap of faith... soaring through the air as he achieves incredible height, gradually flipping backwards until he bears down on his opponent, belly-to-belly... and lands it! Razor is flattened by an absolutely crushing Moonsault from Rob Chapman! The Intercontinental Champion stays there, draped across the chest of his opponent as the official once again counts the pin! "One! Two! Thr-" The referee taps a third time, but stops his count abruptly as he catches something out of the corner of his eye. Razor's foot is on the bottom rope!
|CEDAR| "So close but so far! Razor hangs on by a thread!"
|MILES| "I think that's honestly the first time I've ever seen Rob hit his Moonsault on anyone. Why'd it have to be Razor?!"
Seeing that Razor's foot is on the rope, Rob clutches at his head in grief over such a rookie mistake! He looks like he's about to tear his hair out, before abruptly remembering not to give XWA's Saviour anymore of a reprieve. Rising dutifully back to his feet, he drags the grounded RX across the mat with him. Lifting the Xtreme one by his head, Rob positions himself behind Razor, poised to end this match with one of his most devastating attacks; the Inverted Northern Lights Bomb known as the Caesura! Wrapping an arm around Razor's neck, Rob hoists The Highest Level up off of the ground- but before he can drop RX on his head, Razor makes a last ditch effort, swinging his leg back and kicking Chapman right in the face! The Artistic Anomaly drops Razor almost-harmlessly and the stumbles backwards into the ropes! He aimlessly rebounds in a daze toward Xtreme, who's able to hoist him up into a Fireman's Carry position! A vengeful Razor begins spewing hatred as he suspends Rob's body above the canvas, preparing to finish him off with The Razor's Edge! "This is it! You can't fucking hang with the likes of me, asshole!" As he hoists Rob up, Chapman seems to be reaching; just as Razor throws his knee high to deliver his finishing maneuver... Rob catches his leg! Landing on his feet, Rob twists to the side, taking Razor down with a perfectly-placed Dragon Screw leg whip! The simple, but effective move is enough to keep Razor down just long enough for Rob to find his feet again. As Razor stands, clutching at his hamstring, he hobbles straight into Rob's waiting arms, as we see Rob lift Razor into a fireman's carry! Could we see Razor fall to his own move again?! "Get on my level!" Rob taunts, insulting Razor right back as he tosses the Rated Y2X Superstar off of his shoulders and drills him right in the face with a High Knee! The Razor's Edge connects on Razor Xtreme! Razor is out cold as he hits the ground!
|MILES| "Fuck! Not twice in a row!"
|CEDAR| "Twice in a row, Joey! Rob may just beat Razor with The Razor's Edge again! And this time, there's no Danny OR Shade around for Razor to blame!"
Rob practically dives into the pin as he hooks Razor's leg in a proper Lateral Press! One! TwoTh- Razor wakes up and throws his shoulder off of the mat with as much strength as he can muster! Chapman is beside himself; unable to believe that Razor just kicked out! He tries to stand back up to follow up... but, suddenly, it feels like his legs are made of lead. The steady aches pulsing throughout his entire body are beginning to catch up with him. For a moment, he's frozen as is. Unable to move, against his best wishes. Eventually, he snaps out of it, and Xtreme hasn't so much as moved a muscle. Chapman is visibly shaken by this, though. It had been a long time since someone had done that to him. Razor was on the verge of shutting down the LionHeart Exhausted, Chapman barely wills himself to stand again. Glaring bitterly at Razor as he saunters over to the Californian and grabs him by the head. Slowly lifting the dead weight that is Razor Xtreme up to his knees. It's then that Razor finds that last ditch burst of strength; that last drop of fuel, as he rips Chapman's legs out from under him with a Double Leg Takedown, dropping the Intercontinental Champion on his back, and rising as he holds Rob's calves beneath his arms. The crowd begins to cheer loudly, only to shift immediately to a deafening BOO, realizing that Xtreme looks to be setting Rob up for the Xtreme Walls!
|CEDAR| "Xtreme Walls! Razor's going for the Xtreme Walls!"
And so it is, as Razor begins trying to turn his squirming, fighting opponent over onto his back to secure the spine-destroying hold! RX shifts from side to side as Rob fiercely tries to fight off the hold! Razor can't quite get Rob turned over, but Rob can't seem to shake The Highest Level off of him! That's when it happens; as Razor attempts to switch the direction one more time, shifting to try and turn Rob over, Chapman shows unbelievable upper body strength and balance... as he pulls his entire upper body up, sitting up in Razor's arms and smashing him between the eyes with a stiff Elbow! Rob falls onto his back; Razor hasn't quite let go, but he's slouched forward, enabling Chapman to hit him with another elbow! And another! The fourth time gets it done, as Razor finally drops Chapman's legs and stumbles away, turning around and just barely catching himself with one hand, whilst the other clutches at his forehead. Rob sits up, massaging the muscles in his thigh in an attempt to get some motion going. Some sort of feeling. Anything! It comes. Rising to wobbly legs, Chapman stumbles towards Razor and hooks that arm around the former Champion's neck one more time. With his free arm, he scoops the Xtreme one up one more time, before turning and dumping Razor right on his head with the Caesura! The Inverted Northern Lights Bomb connects! This time, Razor goes OUT! Rob forces himself up to his knees, and then onto Razor's fallen body as the referee drops to count the pin! Rob looks on with just as much anticipation as the capacity crowd, not sure if he can handle another kickout! One! Two! Three! The referee calls for the bell as Radiohead's "Climbing Up The Walls begins to blare out of the P.A. system! This match is finally at it's end!
|LAURA WATTS| "Ladies and Gentlemen... the winner of the match is... Rob Chapman!"
|CEDAR| "My god, that's it! Rob's done it with the Caesura!"
|MILES| "Holy fuck! That match! Just... FUCK! For a fucking singles match, that was brutal!"
Rob gets to his knees, and that's about as high as he can rise as the official raises his arm, and then begins to check on him, and Razor, one after the other. Eventually, Rob finds his feet, and makes a hasty exit from the ring. Grabbing his title from the timekeeper's table, he slings it over his shoulder and makes his way up the entrance ramp with a fist raised high. Unable to believe that he's just beaten the number one contender for the XWA Championship. With that realization setting in... XWA cuts to the next segment.
Subject: M4. Rob Chapman vs. Razor Xtreme 
