Both men stand opposed to one another as the bell rings out through the arena. Equinox begins to step towards his adversary, but Lord Azazel holds his left hand up in protest of this action, signalling for The Bizarre Maniac to cease in his movement. He does accordingly, perhaps through the magical powers ascribed to that of Lord Azazel or – more likely – through sheer confusion on his part. Still with the south paw raised The Master of Majik peels his Venom-styled mask from his face, revealing the Eye of Horus that adorns his face along with a steely gaze. He throws his mask underarm to his opponent, quickly following after and using the moment of distraction - as Equinox goes to swat the mask away – to bring his forearm into contact with the Hatter’s jaw. This initial blow forces the XWA newcomer to take a step back. His chin is greeted with another forearm strike courtesy of XWA’s resident warlock, and another, then another ultimately backing the daredevil up against the ring ropes. The Heir of Empty Breath forces the point of his elbow up under the chin of his challenger, forcing him to lean into the ropes creating tension among the fibres. He slips his hand round to the back of the exposed wrestler and whips him into the opposing ropes. He lunges with an outstretched arm at the newbie, who ducks underneath having scouted the lariat. Azazel turns on his heels and attempts another lariat but once more the Renegade of Wayward Dreams ducks underneath the wild limb. However, this time round Equinox is the one quick to turn, locking Jakob in a half headlock and falling back as he kicks the Englishman’s foot out from under him in a modified version of the Russian Legsweep. ‘Nox continues through with the backward momentum and rolls through to take a knee in the corner of the ring. Meanwhile The Shining Superstar clutches the back of his head as it’s just been bounced off of the canvas. The Suicidal Superman begins a brief jog before somersaulting, his back landing across the chest of his grounded opponent and driving the air out of Jakob’s lungs. The newcomer is quick to crawl into a cover and hook a leg, but the referee is barely into position to begin the count before Azazel forces his shoulder up.

“Fucking really kid? I mean – Jakob’s done sweet FA to prove himsel’ here in the biz – but after two damned moves you think you’re gonna put away an XWA employee? Ch’yea. Fat fucking chance.”

Both men get to a standing position at roughly the same time, Equinox bringing himself into a fighting stance whereas the magic man looks all together far more casual. The two men circle each other, like two feral dogs about to scrap (or two bikers in every bike gang film ever), Jakob is the first to make a move, attempting to sweep out the younger wrestler’s leg but ‘Nox back-steps out of the way. Both men continue measuring the other whilst circling. Again Jakob steps in attempting this time to grapple the upper body of The Suicidal Superman. His arm is parried away as Equinox swoops in underneath and twists his body around, dragging Jakob by his arm causing him to roll onto the mat on his back. Both men again are quick to their feet and again lord Azazel is caught by a sneaky arm drag bringing once more down to the canvas. The Demon Hunter draws his arm back as he rises again to his feet. He flexes his muscles as he brings the palms and fingers of his dominant hand across the face of his opponent; his silver and black mask taking some of the sting out of the slap, but the disrespect still there. A large portion of the crowd begin to boo, because seriously? Who slaps someone?

“And Azazel with the blatant slap here on Saturday Night Rage. He’s making it perfectly clear he doesn’t respect this young man making his XWA debut.”
“What? That wasn’t a slap, he’s merely high fiving his face!”

Equinox slowly brings his head back round to meet the gaze of he who did sully his honour, but is unceremoniously met with a stiff boot into his gut courtesy of the Most Evil Man in XWA. Jakob grasps the opponent’s head and pulls it with him as he purposely falls backwards, planting the top of Nox’s head into the canvas. He rolls over the body of his laid-out rival, keeping the facelock in place and begins to drag both to their feet. Azazel Irish Whips the Mad Hatter to the turnbuckle, but with blistering speed Equinox mantles up the buckles and flips backward off of the top rope, twisting his body in mid-air as he does. The in-ring veteran in Jakob instinctively takes a step back and reaches up, grabbing the leg of his falling adversary. This inevitably ends with Azazel planting the back of Equinox’s head into the mat with a powerbomb gone wrong. The newcomer remains folded like a deckchair on the canvas, his eyes rolling back in his mask. The Bastard Son smiles as he circles his victim. He pushes on the posterior, forcing him to put pressure on his injured neck and roll through onto his fee. Taking a handful of hair, Jakob brings the groggy wrestler to a, limp but, standing stance. Still with a clump of hair in his fist he extends his free hand out to the side and begins to address the crowd, in the loudest voice he can muster.

“Ladies, Gentlemen and Azazelites. I am Lord Azazel. The Master of Majik and the man that will save you from the tyranny of XWA. Tonight, I present to you my finishing move; Dragon Driver!”

The pompous twat slips an arm underneath the corresponding limbs of the opposition, locking his fingers at the base of (the still out of it) Equinox’s neck. He squats down before hoisting the newbie up into the air. He pops his own hips and relinquishes his lock with one of his arms, in the same movement lifting a leg up and clamping down on the still hooked arm with his now free hand. He uses the downforce of this movement along with the extra body weight to drill the back of the head and neck of his opponent down into the canvas, all the while slipping his leg under the armpit of the loose arm, resulting in a pinning manoeuvre. The monochromatic official drops into position and begins the count before the bells ring out to celebrate Magic’s not-so-glorious victory tonight.