The two champions stare at each other from across the ring, both energetically waiting for the bell to toll so they can rip into their rival. With both titles on the line and this also being a first round match for the King of Xtreme Tournament, this contest is irrefutably going to be one of the most significant matches for these two wrestlers. The bell-keeper rings the bell and as soon as he does, Shade and Dante Cross burst at each other with Dante securing the upper-hand first by knocking his larger foe down with a mundane clothesline. This doesn't keep Shade down for long though, and he hurriedly returns to his feet. Dante was expecting as much, so he flattens Shade again, but with a dropkick this time, aimed directly at Shade's cranium! "Hell's Pyromaniac" fumbles to the cold, relentless canvas, yet he refuses to stay down. Both wrestlers return to their feet simultaneously when unexpectedly, Samael, who is outside of the ring to support Shade of course, slams his hands on the mat and shouts "COME ON, NIKKI!". Shade looks at him puzzled and mouths to him: "What the fuck are you doing?" and Samael simply shrugs with a bewildered expression on his face. What should have been a support for Shade turned into a distraction, as Dante uses this opportunity to jump onto and then bounce off of the middle rope near Shade, so he can wrap his legs around Shade's head (you pervert) to execute a marvelous springboard Hurricanrana that sends Shade towards the middle of the ring! "The Son of Sin" stands up and superciliously grins at Samael, proceeding with a headshake after. Samael looks enraged, but continues his "COME ON, NIKKI!" chants, with his deep, booming voice.

Ted Cedar: "Can someone explain to me what exactly Samael is doing? Who is Nikki?"

David Michaels: "Some say: Nikki is a revolution. Some would be wrong."

Taking into account that this is a Tables Match, Dante plans on maintaining his assault to wear his opponent down before bringing in tables. He assists Shade up to his feet, just to Irish whip him into a corner. Shade turns so his back collides with the turnbuckles instead, presumably to reduce any damage taken. The Intercontinental Champion measures the LionHeart Champion up and sprints at him. Unfortunately, the arrogant prick doesn't expect Shade to dodge whatever he had in mind, causing Dante to crash into the corner front-first. With a boost of momentum, "The Terror of Death" stands behind Dante and wraps his arms around Dante's waist. With ease, due to Dante being smaller and lighter, Shade lifts Dante up, falls backwards, and releases his grip, executing a release German suplex! Dante hits the mat hard, and Shade loves it, stomping over towards his foe. He returns Dante to his feet, just to put him into a full nelson submission, bridging his back after and lifting him over himself to deliver a sickening full nelson suplex! He once again releases his grip, and sweat continues to build up all over his face. The demented wrestler licks his lips, and from the cheering crowd, decides one more suplex should be enough. Once more, Shade lifts Dante up. This time around, Shade applies a front facelock, hooking Dante's near arm over his shoulder and lifts him as if he's going for a vertical suplex, but Shade surprises everyone, especially Dante, by forcing Dante to turn 180º and switching to a three-quarter facelock, slamming Dante's jaw onto his shoulder to perform his signature "Guaranteed Agony" vertical suplex stunner!

Ted Cedar: "A suplex here, a suplex there... will it ever end?"

David Michaels: "I think it did, Ted."

The immense amount of applause and joy in the arena from seeing Dante tossed around like a cheap play-toy for a dog, encourages Shade to gloat to the audience. He gets close to Dante, who is still lying down on the canvas, and yells at him "SUPLEX CITY, PRICK!". This makes the crowd go even wilder because for some reason, people in attendance love it when wrestlers insult their opponents with cuss words in the middle of matches. But God forbid they're seen whispering to each other BECAUSE THEN WE ALL KNOW IT'S NOT REAL AND THEY'RE TELLING EACH OTHER TO TAKE BUMPS. But anyway. Shade looks to Samael and shouts at him now, this time saying "SAMMY! GET THE TABLES!" and Samael decides to help his friend out by setting up a table on the outside. As "The Behemoth of Destruction" sets the table up, Shade stomps on Dante's right hand continuously to keep him down. Or to break his hand. Shade doesn't give a shit about Dante. After eight stomps, the New York native hoists Dante up and Irish whips him into the ropes. Dante ricochets off and is instantaneously greeted with Shade's boot due to Shade running right after him and performing a thunderous big boot that sends Dante to the outside of the squared circle! Dante bumps into Samael on the way out and Samael accidentally falls onto the table and breaks it. Shade eagerly approaches the referee and tries to convince him that due to a chain reaction of him sending Dante to the outside, causing Samael to break the table, that he is obviously the winner. The official looks 110% done with Shade's crap.

David Michaels: "Now this is a brilliant strategy. He's looking for a chain reaction win."

Ted Cedar: "I don't think that's how a Tables Match works."

Samael groggily stands up off the broken table and notices Shade disputing with the referee. He promptly puts Dante onto the debris and yells at the ref to look. But the official wasn't born yesterday and knows what actually happened. Looks like it's time for Plan B! No, not the emergency contraception to stop a baby from forming. Plan B for Shade & Samael is... to... get... another table set up. How anti-climatic. Shade exits the ring and sets the table up this time while Samael watches Dante intently. Once the table is fully set up and ready to have someone smashed through it, Samael helps Dante up and is thanked with a vicious low blow! Samael falls down because getting your manhood smashed hurts. Like a lot. Shade comes over to attack Dante, but "The Son of Sin" was prepared and smacks Shade across the face with one of the larger table debris pieces. As Shade staggers back, Dante uses the same piece to hit Shade again, and again, and again. With Shade backed up against the table now, Dante drops the wood and delivers a powerful superkick with so much force that it tips the table over with Shade, slamming the side of it into Shade's back. But it's not broken!

Ted Cedar: "GOOD GOD! What does it take to break these tables?!"

David Michaels: "A whole lot more, that's what Teddy."

Shade cautiously slumps off the table, grateful that it's not wrecked. But he can't rest for long though, because Dante charges at him with a running knee strike. Down "The Despotic" falls as Dante decides to punish Shade more before ending this match. After all, how dare Shade try to get a cheap win! That's supposed to be Dante's thing! Like plagiarizing writing about wrestling! Only people like Dante do that. For reasons unknown, the Intercontinental Champion decides to raise Shade to his feet and roll him inside the ring. Shade gets on all fours as Dante leisurely stands on the edge of the ring now. He enters through the top and middle rope and as soon as his foot steps down on the mat inside the ring, Shade yells "SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!" and sprints at Dante, colliding with a battering ram headbutt at Dante's chest! Dante goes over the top rope and painfully hits his head against the edge of the table, since it's still on its side. Shade is now looking down at him, smirking and holding the top of his head, while Samael has since recovered and retrieved a trumpet from somewhere. He starts to play, quite terribly, a rendition of "We Will Rock You" by Queen. Shade is concerned as to where Samael pulled the trumpet from.

Ted Cedar: "Did anybody see where Samael even pulled that trumpet from?!"

David Michaels: "It was probably under the ring. It's like a damn vortex under there. You can pull out chairs, tables, ladders, trash cans, gasoline, dildos, sledgehammers, midgets... you could probably also find some used condoms. So a trumpet isn't totally weird."

It's time to end this match! At least, that's what "The Ultimate Synner" believes. He exits the ring and heads over to Dante who is seemingly "drain bamaged" from smacking his head rather ferociously against the edge of the table. Shade moves the table away from Dante, causing Dante to droop down to the floor. The LionHeart Champion then turns the table up-right so it's standing up properly. After that, he grabs Dante to lift him up, except Dante reacts with a kick to Shade's groin! Wow, two different low-blow attacks by Dante tonight? What a cheap cheater. With rage in his eyes, Dante wants to return the favor of his massive headache to Shade, so he grabs Shade by his semi-lengthy hair and slams Shade down against the edge of the ring, the back of his head first. He does this once more until he then decides to slam the back of Shade's head against the steel post! Samael has now changed his trumpet song to letting out a sour note each time "The Son of Sin" slams Shade's head on something. Dante finishes his beating by tossing Shade into the steel steps and then turning towards Samael, shouting at him to "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

David Michaels: "Very bad move on Dante's part. He shouldn't get involved with Samael, and should focus on his actual opponent."

Ted Cedar: "This is just going to end badly. Samael is out here for support. It's not like they're teaming up on Dante or anything."

Samael looks utterly offended; he's just playing some nice music. Dante marches over to him with a look of malice. It's quite funny, honestly. Dante is five-feet ten-inches tall and Samael is literally a foot taller than him. So to Samael, this midget is trying to be threatening and he finds the whole thing adorable. Until Dante unpredictably grabs the trumpet out of Samael's hands and slaps Samael's face with it. The audience members nearby shout at Dante "YOU FUCKED UP!" and indeed he did, because Samael turns his head back and stares at Dante with a bloodied nose. He wraps his colossal hands around Dante's throat, much to the objection of the arbitrator, but because there's no-disqualification, Samael can do whatever he wants. "Hell's Gatekeeper" lifts Dante up with a two-handed chokelift and then faces the audience, seemingly to complete a chokeslam, but Dante begins to strike Samael's chest with his knees, then he counters by locking his arms around Samael's head. Now in control, he swings back and manages to pull off a dominant DDT to Samael! Dante looks over at Shade who is still down and he wants to take Samael out of the equation so he can win this match. He returns to his feet and grabs a steel chair from under the ring, smacking it down against Samael's knees repeatedly, all the while keeping his eyes on Shade.

Ted Cedar: "This is the sadistic, arrogant side of Dante. Imagine if he wins. He'll gloat endlessly about defeating two wrestlers."

David Michaels: "Even though one wasn't in the match officially."

Finishing his chair bombardment on Samael's knees, Dante throws the chair down in frustration. He turns his attention to his actual opponent once more. He finds it funny that Shade hasn't moved sinc... WAIT A MINUTE! SHADE MUST BE LAYING A TRAP BY ACTING LIKE A POSSUM PLAYING DEAD! Oh, he's a tricky one. Dante plays along and heads on over to Shade, grabbing Shade by his hair once more. Dante was right (for once in his life) and Shade openly swings his arms towards Dante's face, trying to get a punch in. But "The Son of Sin" catches Shade's fist and twists it, keeping control of the match. He then knees Shade's abdomen and lifts him up into a powerbomb-esque position. He begins to drop Shade, then with brute force, Dante falls back and lifts his knees to execute his brutal signature "Hell Bound" powerbomb onto the knees! Shade remains motionless and it seems as if the end is near, because all Dante has to do now is slam Shade through a table. It shouldn't be too hard at this point. The Intercontinental Champion hoists his foe up to his feet, sensing victory. He takes a quick look at Samael and notices he's still recovering on the floor. He marches over to the table with Shade in hand and lays Shade onto the table. He wants to end this match in style: with his finishing move. Dante steps onto the side of the ring and mounts the turnbuckle, positioning and aligning himself perfectly with Shade and the table. Without any fear, he leaps off and performs his finishing "Crucifixion" 540º corkscrew senton bomb!!! But Shade rolls off in the knick of time, causing Dante to crash and burn through the table!

Ted Cedar: "OHH! THAT HAD TO HAVE HURT!"

David Michaels: "I've taken a lot of crap in my career. But nothing that stupid. Why'd you have to go for something complex? Just slam him through the table!"

Shade stands up celebrating! He's won the match! Dante went through the table! He limps over to the timekeeper (who hasn't even rung the bell, nor has the ring announcer said anything) and takes both of the belts, entering the ring immediately after. He expects the mediator to raise his hand in victory... but the official informs Shade that the match isn't over yet and that he's a huge dumbass. (He didn't really say that, but that's how Shade feels right now). The manic wrestler drops the belts, disappointed significantly and too exhausted to bicker with the ref. As Dante squirms in the debris, Shade notices Samael getting up too, having trouble standing. Well if Dante went through the table, he should be exceedingly injured so Shade can finish this effortlessly. He exits the squared circle and sets another table up near Dante. The New York native grabs Dante and places Dante's head on the table with the rest of his body kind of just slouching there. Shade is about to friggin' kill Dante because he friggin' jumps onto the edge of the ring and friggin' jumps off, looking to hit a double foot stomp but Dante slouches down completely to dodge it! Clearly, Shade didn't think that through. Annnnnd now he's through the table himself. Good job, Shade.

David Michaels: "Seriously! Just lift them up and slam them. It doesn't have to be anything intricate or fancy!"

Ted Cedar: "Well I think Shade was trying to put Dante out on an injury..."

Both bodies lay in the debris. Kind of. Shade's body is more in the debris than Dante's body is. But whatever. Samael heads on over to help Shade up. After all, it's not like he hurt himself TOO badly. But Samael wants to be sure. He helps his friend up and gets him away from Dante so Shade can have a breather before resuming this match. Unfortunately, this also gives Dante the chance to rest up. "The Terror of Death" can't lose his momentum now, so he pushes Samael off (not in a mean way because he doesn't want to hurt Sammy's feelings). He reaches Dante again and picks up him, but Dante punches him in the face! The crowd boos. Shade hits back! The crowd cheers. This is a common tactic in wrestling to get the crowd to go "YAY!... BOO!... YAY!... BOO!..." and so forth. Dante wins the little, pathetic boxing match though. He follows up by displaying pure strength in lifting Shade up over his shoulders in a fireman's carry position. Then, facing Samael, Dante waves one hand in front of his face and shouts "AND HIS NAME IS DANTE CROSS!" before sending Shade down onto the broken table fragments with a fireman's carry takeover! Good lord, he really is one of the most hated wrestlers on the planet.

David Michaels: "This just in: Dante Cross knows his name."

Ted Cedar: "I'm so proud of him."

Pain and suffering is all that Shade's feeling right now, hoping he doesn't get any friggin' splinters. Dante heads over to another side of the ring, away from Shade and Samael, to set up yet another table. Samael does the same thing on his side of the ring, although he ends up stacking two tables up together. What does he think this is? Table Jenga®? Meanwhile, Shade just lays there. Dante quickly returns to Shade to grab him, but Samael surprises "The Son of Sin" with a tackle. Dante hits the floor hard as Samael tries to encourage Shade to get up. Samael doesn't want to send Dante through the table himself. Either Shade has to do it or they do it together, because if Samael did it, Dante would bitch and complain. Samael picks his much smaller and lighter opposition up and puts him a tight bear hug to exhaust Dante's energy. The submission puts so much pressure onto Dante that he begins to tap out but it sucks to be him because there's no tapping out in a match like this. The LionHeart Champion starts to return to his feet and Samael looks at him and nods, then jerks his head towards the tables. A sickening smile comes across Shade's face.

David Michaels: "I knew this would happen. Dante's arrogance caused Samael to get involved fully and now Dante is screwed."

Ted Cedar: "Well typically that happens to egomaniacs."

Samael continues his hold as Dante is practically lifeless right now. With Dante preoccupied, "The Ultimate Synner" looks under the ring for something and pulls out a red gasoline canister. He begins to walk towards the table contraption that his friend set up. Just to pour the gasoline all over the bottom table. Then reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a lighter. After all, Shade is a pyromaniac. Why wouldn't he carry around a lighter in his pocket? It only makes sense, to be honest. With the table burning, Shade signals Samael to come on over. Samael awkwardly walks with Dante (still in the bear hug) over to the tables and Shade. Shade whispers something into Samael's ear and Samael smirks. Whatever Shade just said, clearly Samael loves it. Shade enters the ring as Samael positions himself between the ring and tables. Shade circles around the ring, trying to get the crowd pumped as he tries to stretch this match out a little longer. It's not like there's a word count to this script or anything. Samael switches his bear hug maneuver to a powerbomb-pose, holding a damn near unconscious Dante up in the air. It's also worth noting that Samael is facing the tables. The LionHeart Champion bounces up and down and exhales loudly before sprinting in the direction that Samael and Dante are in and he leaps in between the top and middle ropes, connecting with a suicide dive / spear as Samael also throws Dante down with a powerbomb!!! Dante crashes and burns (literally) through the two tables thanks to the amazing double-team attack!

DING DING DING!

Ted Cedar: "OH MY GOD!"

David Michaels: "Well hot damn."

As the ringside help scrabble to help out with fire extinguishers, Samael enters the ring with Shade. Shade is given both belts as Samael hoists him up onto his shoulders.

Laura Watts: "Your winner of this match and STILL the LionHeart Champion AND the NEWWW Intercontinental Champion... SHAAADEEE!"

David Michaels: "She left out that he also advances in the King of Xtreme Tournament. But, y'know. Who cares?"

Following his coming up short in the Million Dollar Chamber at Revolutionary Wars 7, the Son of Sin is set to defend his Intercontinental Championship in the first round of the annual King of Xtreme tournament. His opponent for the night is a man he has not faced in some time, a man simply known as “The Despotic” Shade. After a hellish battle in the Million Dollar Chamber against a rogues gallery of XWA's most demented characters, the Son of Sin has no easy test now as the pyromaniac Shade is sure to put up a fight as his own Lionheart Championship is likewise on the line tonight. A lot is at stake in this match. Either man could win big or lose it all. It's only a matter of who sends the other into the unforgiving slate of wood first in this tables match for the Intercontinental Championship, the Lionheart Championship, and a spot in the second round of the King of Xtreme tournament.

Ted Cedar: Lots of explosive action has been on display tonight XWA Universe as we kick off the first round of the annual King of Xtreme tournament on Vendetta 117, and this next match up is going to be no different as we have the “Son of Sin” Dante Cross going up against “The Ultimate Synner” Shade in a Tables Match where not one, but two XWA titles are on the line in this contest. The XWA Intercontinental and XWA Lionheart belts are both in contention in this first round of the King of Xtreme tournament.

David Michaels: Ted I can't stress enough how much this match would mean to both men to come away victorious here tonight. Shade has a lot of momentum going into this match following a victory over former Intercontinental Champion Greg Samuel for the Lionheart title at Revolutionary Wars and looks to continue that tonight against Dante Cross. The Son of Sin on the other hand lost his match in the unforgiving Million Dollar Chamber and looks to get back on track as he defends and contends for the Intercontinental and Lionheart titles respectively.

Ted Cedar: Dante Cross is a man who has been wrestling a long time but has been plagued with what many feel is inconsistency. He's been in the ring with the best of 'em--

David Michaels: Not me.

Ted Cedars: He's been in the ring with the best of 'em and come out on top as many a times as he has not. Yet though he stumbled at Revolutionary Wars, Dante Cross continues to move forward and now looks contend for the honor of being known as the 2015 King of Xtreme here tonight against Shade. That match starts right now.

The bell has sounded for both men to come out of their corners and begin the match. Dante Cross rises from his crouching position in his corner, pulling on the middle ropes to bring himself up and into a standing position, while Shade carries about a determined demeanor as he steps forward to the middle of the ring to commence the action in this tables match for a lot of gold. The fans in the arena have never truly understood how to perceive the “Despotic” Shade. Questions abound as to if he is a man of the people or a man of and for himself. Tonight though, many fans simply cheer for him as the only other alternative is the Son of Sin Dante Cross and aside from his pockets of faithfuls, there is no love for this man in this arena of thousands strong. The two competitors step forward to one another and Dante Cross still has his Intercontinental belt around his waist, with the referee motioning for it's removal. Dante waves the referee away as he steps towards Shade in the center of the ring, then steps back. The Son of Sin backsteps and motions towards ringside until a microphone is brought to his waiting hands before he returns to the middle of the ring and stands before Shade. The look he bears his opponent for the night is one of disgust and resentment.

Dante Cross: This past Sunday I faced five other men in the Million Dollar Chamber. Just a mere few days ago I put my body on the line for a chance to call myself the Million Dollar Champion. And not but a day later did I get the call in the dead of night from management. They tell me, 'Dante, the King of Xtreme tournament is coming up and we need you in there. We need you to compete, but you've been taking it easy, you've been holding a title uncontested'. They tell me I'll have to defend it in the first round of the King of Xtreme tournament. I put my body on the line for this company. I've come out here week in week out and given all I have for this company. [Dante looks Shade up and down and says slowly] And they give me this. [Cross removes the Intercontinental belt] The Lionheart title, a holdout from a company long since forgotten except in the minds of the fools who wrestled in it's ring, against one of the most heavily contested belts in XWA history...

Dante stares long at the golden championship he has raised to his face—and swings it at the head of the “Despotic” Shade! The Lionheart champion dodges the attempted weapon strike, but is not so quick the second time around as the Son of Sin strikes true upon swiveling around for another go.

Ted Cedar: Cross is the noticeably quicker of the two in this match.

David Michaels: Something, somethings, cats, something, something.

With Shade out on the mat, the Son of Sin mounts his opponent, holds the back of his head with one hand and goes to town with a series of vicious Forearm Strikes with the other, pummeling the face of the Lionheart champion. Amid the strikes, Shade seems to regain his wits about him and raises his hands to block the incoming hailstorm of shots from Dante Cross. From his back, Shade knocks away a strike from Dante and sends up a swift but hard right to the chin of the Son of Sin that recoils Cross long enough for Shade to push him off and away, allowing the Despotic to bring himself to a standing position. Cross meanwhile has rolled backwards and from a kneeling position, rolls forward and out of the roll springs at Shade to take him down to the mat with a Rolling Lariat. Shade's head hits the mat and the Despotic brings his hands to the back of his head. Dante Cross stomps said head and gives another stomp for good measure. Shade rolls onto his front and the Son of Sin takes the left arm of Shade, twists it in wrenching form, and pulls it outwards with a snap as he jams his foot right in the man's face. Shade rolls away holding his arm as Dante saunters about the ring looking rather pleased with himself in these early moments. Dante goes back to Shade as the latter is beginning to rise and puts his hands on the man's head to bring him back to a standing position, but Shade comes out with a hard punch to the ribs of the Son of Sin and another that doubles Dante over as he holds his midsection. Shade rises and the look about him is that of a pot ready to boil over. The cheap shot at the start of this match can not be sitting well with the Despotic one. With Cross still doubled over, Shade takes the man's arm and whips him with great force to the ropes. Cross bounces off the ropes and comes back with momentum, right into the waiting arms of Shade as he takes Cross up and over with a Powerslam to the mat. Cross' back arches up from the impact there.

David Michaels: One thing Dante Cross needs to watch out for in this match is an angry Shade, and that looks to be what we're near to getting in this match if Dante keeps up with his showboating. Right now though, Shade just powered Dante into the mat and the Son of Sin could be thinking about a visit to a chiropractor tomorrow.

As the Son of Sin lays on his back down on the mat, Shade decides to continue the assault and comes down with a Diving Elbow, but the Son of Sin rolls out of the way—yet Shade spins around mid-fall and catches Dante in the back of the head with a Back Elbow. Cross brings his hands to his head to hold it, while Shade takes ahold of him and pulls the Son of Sin to his feet. Dante allows Shade to bring him back upright, but quickly gives the Despotic an Eye Poke to get away. The Son of Sin runs to the ropes and quickly hops onto the ropes to come off with a Crossbody, right into the waiting arms of Shade who takes a few steps back from the impact of their bodies colliding but maintains his grasp on the Son of Sin. Before Dante can know what's what, Shade has the Son of Sin in a Bear Hug and is squeezing the life out of the Intercontinental Champion. The Lionheart Champion has 45 pounds of pure muscle on the 205lb Dante Cross and he is utilizing all of it to lock in the hug, squeezing the life out of the Son of Sin. With a pop of his hips and a great heave, it is little work as Shade turns Dante Cross upside down and sets him in position for a Muscle Buster. He takes a few steps back, a few steps that allow Dante, with all his ring awareness, to reach for the ropes and wrangle out of the hold. In clumsy fashion, the Son of Sin scrambles out of the hold and onto the ring apron. He doesn't stay there long as Shade goes down with a Low Dropkick taking the legs out from under the Son of Sin, Cross' head hitting the side of the ring and he spills onto the ringside area.

Shade makes his way to the outside and follows the Son of Sin, who is now shown to be crawling on hands and knees away from the Despotic. Shade bends down to bring Dante to his feet, but the Son of Sin grabs Shade and pulls him around, sending him hurtling into the steel steps at ringside. Cross springs to his feet, showing he wasn't as hurt as he let on there, and goes under the ring, coming back out with a table that he proceeds to set up at ringside.

Ted Cedar: Oh boy, the tables are now in play here. Things are about to get interesting.

David Michaels: Oh this is a tables match? I honestly forgot for a second. Speaking of being forgotten...

Taking his sweet time setting up the table, Dante Cross failed to notice Shade gather himself up and return to the ring. He remains oblivious until the Ultimate Synner comes flying through the ropes in one of the near rare occasions of such and slams into Dante Cross with a Suicide Dive that catches Cross off guard and sends him smashing into the table he just set up.

Ted Cedar: Cross looks like he caught the bad side of that table from that dive by Shade.

David Michaels: Is there a bad side of the table? I know there's a cool side of the pillow.

Dante holds his side after being caught between the ribs with the table. Shade doesn't let up as he begins sending haymakers to the head of Dante Cross, slumping him backwards on the table. Shade pulls him off though as he takes the Son of Sin by the trunks and wraps his arm around the man's neck to bring Dante up for a Suplex.

David Michaels: Shade looking to end this in a very simple, and need I say bland way.

Shade has his back to the table and makes to fall backwards and suplex Dante through the table, but Dante, ever the wiggly sort, brings his knee downwards and strikes Shade on the top of the head, stunning the Lionheart champion long enough for Dante to wriggle free and land atop the table. Before Shade can turn around, Dante leaps and sends a crisp Dropkick to the back of the head of Shade. The latter stumbles forward and for a moment slumps against the side of the ring before rolling in and gather himself before Dante can continue an attack. Dante follows him to the ring, getting onto the ring apron and making to go through the middle rope, but Shade comes from the side with a Running Knee that Cross barely avoids, the Son of Sin holding the middle rope as he brings his upper body back out of the ring and in fluid succession, drops low and performs a Legsweep under the bottom rope, taking the legs out from under the Despotic. With Shade on his back, Dante hurries into the ring and as his opponent begins to rise into a sitting position, Dante sends a resounding kick to the chest of Shade and another follows in quick succession, and another as Dante Cross lets loose a trio of stiff shots to the chest of Shade. A devilish grin coming across the face of Dante, the Son of Sin lets out a yell and looks to 'power up' for another devastating kick, swinging his leg at Shade, only for it to be caught by the Despotic. Surprise replaces the grin of Cross' face as Shade takes hold of the leg and proceeds to perform a Dragon Screw Legwhip, slamming Cross to the mat with a twist of the leg. Shade keeps a hold on the leg and from his knees, twists himself around Dante's leg in the process for another snapping Dragon Screw that forces an involuntary cry from the lips of Dante Cross. Though not a technical wrestler by any stretch of the word, Shade knows how to deliver pain, and he shows it here as he turns Dante onto his front, takes the affected right leg of the Savior, presses his own shin onto the back of Cross' thigh, brings Dante's leg backwards over his leg at an angle, and squats, placing all of his weight on the angled right leg of Dante Cross in a move that is obviously not for the betterment of the Son of Sin.

Ted Cedar: Shade showing a bit of wrestling know-how as he works the leg.

David Michaels: If this was a normal match, Dante Cross would be tapping right now.

Indeed he already is, as he slams his fist into the mat in frustration. This frustration becomes desperation as he struggles to reach the ropes. He finally is able, pulling the weight of Shade with him, and wrapping himself around the ropes, forcing Shade to discontinue the hold, though the damage was already good and done as Dante holds the right leg, very much in pain. Shade attempts to grab Dante, but with his good leg, Dante kicks him away, but Shade comes back, grabs the right leg, and pulls Dante from the ropes. Dante rolls backwards and away and as Shade steps forward, Dante desperately brings his right leg up for a side kick, which is easily avoided by Shade, but the Son of Sin has already begun to come around in a spin for another kick, the Return to Sin Kick. The slight step off needed from the right foot to complete the spin caused Cross to falter due to the earlier assault on the leg and knee area, but he is still able to come up with the second kick, stumbling Shade and sending the Despotic to his knees stunned. Dante takes the time to roll out of the ring and looks underneath to gather up a second table. He turns around to bring it into the ring, but as he turns, Shade comes out with a Baseball Slide sending Dante into the rails at ringside. Dante holds onto the railing for support as Shade draws near. The Despotic comes forward, right into a kick from Dante aimed at his balls. Shade pops up almost comically, but goes down hard, holding the package between his legs as the fans throughout the arena boo and jeer Dante, showing their disapproval of such tactics. That signature grin of fiendish joy bears itself on the lips of the Son of Sin as he shakes his head, unhindered by the thoughts of the fans, and grabs Shade, leading him forward til he rams Shade's skull right into the ring post, the succeeding sound seeming very much like that of a bell ringing. Shade makes to bring his hand up and rise, attempting to pull himself up using the ring apron, but he simply slumps back down against the ringside. Meanwhile, Dante Cross is having some fan interaction at ringside.

Ted Cedar: There just isn't room for this when there is so much at stake.

David Michaels: Room? Ted there's a lot of room. There's rooms in the back I'm sure no one's been into in forever before me and...some people earlier tonight. What there isn't is time. Ted, this show is only two hours, and we still have a main event to get to. I couldn't find a park so I'm on the meter, we need to see some damn tables break soon.

At ringside, Dante is giving the fans their money's worth as he looks to be having a row with a young fan in a Caleb Spires t-shirt and the lad's father, both of whom seem very adamant about not handing over their chair to the Son of Sin when asked. Dante had directed his earlier comments to the son and the father now looks near to climbing the railing and making this a triple threat and many of the fans around them may well join the melee at the rate Dante Cross is riling them up. Security begins to edge closer, preparing for the worst in case the fans attempted to swarm the XWA superstar. It comes to it that Dante pushes the boy away and yanks his chair out from under him, which does not sit well with anyone in the stands. Chair in hand, he turns around and swivels out of the way to avoid a Running Big Boot by Shade that hits the father instead. Before Shade can do anything save for look surprised, Dante slams the side of the chair into the knee of Shade before he can pull it from over the railing, and smashes Shade in the face with the chair as well. The Lionheart champion falls to the floor and the Son of Sin ascends the railing and makes to spring into the air for a Shooting Star Press, but his leg gives way mid-move and he comes crashing down onto Shade with an improperly executed Shooting Star. Damage still done to his opponent, though not as much as he's have preferred, Dante hobbles away towards the table he hadn't had time to set up earlier.

Ted Cedar: Dante is really favoring that right leg since the hurting Shade put on it earlier in this match. We wondered how it'd effect the tone of this match and sure enough Dante Cross is not performing at 100 percent.

Dante takes the still flattened table and props it against the side of the ring. Shade is nearly to his feet as Dante comes from behind, pulls him around, and whips the Despotic to the slanted table, but Shade holds onto Cross' hand and reverses the whip, sending Dante instead straight to the table. The Son of Sin speeds towards the table and steps once—twice—he runs up the table and flips backwards into a Moonsault and before Shade knows what hit him, he's been caught with the DDC! Shade's head slams hard into the arena floor as Dante drops him back with the moonsault inverted DDT.

David Michaels: After getting his skull smashed into the ring post Shade can't be doing well after another attack to his head.

As if reading Michaels' mind, Dante proceeds to mount Shade and deliver a series of Forearm Strikes to the skull of Shade with such flurry and disregard to form, that he seems more of a madman than wrestler. He finally lets up on the strikes and pushes Shade away, rising and taking a moment to soak in the cries of discontent from the XWA fanbase. He goes over to the fans at ringside who are still very much angry at his actions earlier in this match. His taunting of the fans unknowingly allows Shade time to crawl to the chair in which Dante's fan discourse began with and proceed to slam said chair into the back of the Son of Sin.

David Michaels: That look of pain on Dante's face right now brings tears of joy to the eyes of children in starving countries.

Shade throws the chair away and leads the Son of Sin by the hair over to the table properly set up beside the ring. He rolls the Son of Sin onto the table and ascends the turnbuckle from the outside. He gives a slap of his elbow and signals an Elbow Drop to end this, but as he does, Dante takes hold of the bottom rope and pulls himself into the ring. Shade turns on the top rope to dive down onto Cross, but Dante the quicker of the two, hurries forward and splits the legs of Shade, causing him to fall from the ropes and spilling in a heap in the corner of the ring. Dante backs away slowly, uncertainty coming upon his face as his eyes begin to dart about the ring. They rest on a nearby turnbuckle.

Ted Cedar: What—what the hell is Dante Cross doing?!

David Michaels: He's defacing private property is what he's doing.

Dante pulls off the padding of the middle turnbuckle and proceeds to yank off the turnbuckle hook, against the protests of the referee who can do nothing to stop him. He was so busy with the hook he forgot about Shade, and the latter comes forward from behind to catch Cross by surprise. He does, and Cross swings around with the turnbuckle hook in hand and it hits—the referee! Shade ducked out of the way but the referee was not as lucky, the metal hook striking the man in the side of the head and putting him to sleep. Dante and Shade look down at the referee and then back at one another. Dante twirls the ring post hook in his hand, that grin playing once more across his face as he advances on Shade. The Lionheart champion takes a few steps back as Dante continues to advance, until the Son of Sin rushes forward with the hook in hand, and Shade drops back and brings up his legs to catch Dante as he leaps and as Shade falls onto his back, he pushes his legs up and sends Dante up and over the top rope and spinning onto the ringside area. Shade follows the Son of Sin out and looks down as Dante holds his back and midsection, both having taken a beating in this match, well, a lot of Dante having been affected in this match. He then looks at the table and goes under the ring, coming up with..a can of kerosene.

David Michaels: Thats—that's real lighter fluid Ted! That pyromaniac's trying to make us all burn!

Shade props up the second table and proceeds to spread the kerosene about it generously. He then reaches into his pocket and comes up with a lighter—he'd been planning this all along! The flames that come forth are a sight to behold and indeed Shade himself back away a step. He is then pulled around by Dante Cross, which catches him by surprise as he was so mesmerised by the flames allowing the Son of Sin to take Shade's head and lead him forward as the Son of Sin runs up the ringpost from the outside and proceeds to perform Sliced Bread and send Shade through the unburning table. As Cross comes off the ringpost Shade brings his hands up and places them upon the back of the Son of Sin and once Cross is in the air, Shade heaves upwards, sends Dante into the air and leaps away, putting Dante into freefall! Dante flails in the air and Dante Cross goes through the table! The Son of Sin has gone crashing through the table and lies in the heap of broken wood holding his head and neck. Shade searching around for the referee til he remembers he is in the ring. Shade leaps onto the ring apron frantically, calling for the referee to wake up. Meanwhile, Dante struggles to his feet and joins him on the ring apron, but he's brought someone along. Shade looks over and gets Mr. Turnbuckle Hook right to the side of his skull. Shade is out on his feet, his hand still grasping the rope just barely as he teeters on the ring apron, the flaming table just a few feet away. Dante pulls Shade forward and gets him in an underhook, lifts him up off the ring apron and swings around with Shade in his grasp, dropping down through the flaming table as he hits LOST CAUSE (underhook spike piledriver).

Ted Cedar: Oh my gawd! Somebody call an ambulance! Damnit!

Fire extinguishers are quick to smolder the flames about the two men, but niether man comes out completely unscathed. Dante crawls away from the smoldering mess of charred wood and foam as the referee comes to and makes his way to the edge of the ring. He spots Dante crawling away while Shade remains motionless in the wreckage of the table and holding his head, still reeling from the turnbuckle strike, he calls for the bell.

Laura Watts: Your winner, advancing into the next round of the King of Xtreme and your NEW Lionheart Champion and STILL Intercontinental Champion...DAAANTTEEE CROSSSS!!!

The Son of Sin has stopped crawling. In fact, he's stopped moving.

@Darth Dante

@Batman

I used this site to calculate the words: https://wordcounter.net/

My post (WITH COMMENTARY): 3,355 Words
My post (WITHOUT COMMENTARY): 2,968 Words.

Dante's post (WITH COMMENTARY & HIS LITTLE PROMO): 4,474 Words.
Dante's post (WITHOUT COMMENTARY & HIS LITTLE PROMO): 3,553 Words.

So Dante, I don't know how you calculate that I went over the limit by 600 words. I didn't even reach the limit; I was 32 words under it. You, however, went over the limit by 553. Which is a fairly significant amount because that means you went over by roughly 18.5%. And technically, if I was grading this match myself (but for obvious reasons I can't) I would also incorporate your little promo into it because to me it's not classified as "commentary". You literally cut a promo in the middle of the match. But that's Razor's decision to make.

I brought up you going over 500+ words to Razor, not to disqualify you, but to inform Razor to incorporate that in his decision. This is literally part of the conversation that me and Razor had:

Me: "Yeah. I know this because I was checking to see if he cheated. Lol"

Razor: "Jesus christ. Last time I ever book you one on one goddammit"

Me: "Why?

Razor: "You two are both so dramatic"

Me: "What? You what m8? Dafuq I do?"

Razor: "I have never had this problem in a match before. Only you two facing each other could cause this. Well, I'm not gonna DQ him for it, that'd be stupid. I am, however gonna have to ask him to edit a few things around, which means grading gonna take even longer. How much did he go over?"

Me: "He went over by 500 words. It was like 553 or 533. I was just pointing it out. I'm not saying DQ him. Just take that into consideration when you vote. So don't DQ him. Also I'm not dramatic. He cheated against me before and was still bitching he should have won. So fuck him. I'm being fair by saying don't DQ him."

Razor: "I know, I'm still gonna make him edit his post though. So, he says that you went over 600 words. He said he didn't care but now he does."

Me: "Tell him to learn to count. Commentary doesn't count."

Razor: "Ok i'll tell him that it's without commentary only. I assumed he knew that alread"

Me: "I'll take screenshots when I get home too. Got no time for his bitchass."

(Instead of screenshots, there's the website I used. Copy and paste the things yourselves if you don't believe me.)

Razor: "Ok. Well I'm going to wait for you two to figure this out together."

Me: "Uh... I already said 'Don't DQ him. Just keep that in mind.' How do you want me work this out with him? Lmao."

And now we're here! So... there. I seriously don't know how you got that I was over 600 words, when even with commentary I wasn't lmfao.

DQ them both for menstruating over all of it. Then give me a bye week to make up for the empty slot

Maybe I'm wrong here, but that post wasn't a very good way of proving that you're not being dramatic.

Caleb wrote:

Maybe I'm wrong here, but that post wasn't a very good way of proving that you're not being dramatic.

1) I checked Dante's post to see if he cheated since he cheated against me before. That's when I discovered he included 500+ words over. That's where this thing started.

2) Literally laying out the facts here. The main problem here is that there isn't a rule established about going over the word limit. What's the point in word limits if someone goes over them, y'know? It wouldn't matter if it was a few words or whatever. But, again, calculating it out, it's 500+ which is 18.5% more.

3) Literally said Razor did not need to DQ him. I wanted Razor to keep in mind that Dante went over is all, in a "Dante had a good post, but would it have been as good if Dante didn't write well over the limit?" - Something like that.

Now if you mean me doing it privately, then no. Because this involves myself, Dante, Razor, and Justin since Justin is another GM. So this way everything is said here, in one topic, for each person to see, and we don't have to constantly keep group messaging everyone. Because by the time one party reads it, there may be 5 more messages, y'know? So instead of reading a bunch of group messages, again, it's all here.

I've since edited my match. I will say though, nigga if you were miffed about 53 words over or even 553 you are being petty as fuck. Word limits are there mainly so as to say "Hey, this is where it should be or around here", so people wouldn't write 10,000 word posts and greatly dwarf a 3,000 to 4,500 word post.

If it had been the other way around I wouldn't have given much thought to you posting over the limit because it wasn't as if you'd have done like 6,000 against my lesser amount. With what you wrote you should have been confident enough in your match to just let it lie but whatever.

(Razor don't delete this when I've had to deal with Myke's bitching this whole time)

Also--Myke wtf are you talking about I cheated?!

Since you have a major incapability of reading, let me quote what I said and put it in nice big letters for you.

"What's the point in word limits if someone goes over them, y'know? It wouldn't matter if it was a few words or whatever. But, again, calculating it out, it's 500+ which is 18.5% more."

So that's not me being petty. If you went over by 53 words, I wouldn't have said anything. Even 100 words or whatever. BUT WHEN YOU WRITE 500+ WORDS IN A MATCH THAT HAS A LIMIT OF 3000, I WILL SAY SOMETHING BECAUSE THAT MEANS YOU ENDED UP WRITING AN ADDITIONAL ONE-SIXTH OF THE MATCH. AND ONCE MORE:

IT IS NOT LIKE I EVER TOLD RAZOR TO DQ YOU. I TOLD HIM TO KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN HE VOTED IN THE MATCH.

Bitching would be going to Razor and saying "DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS." No. I wanted him to FAIRLY KEEP YOU GOING OVER THE LIMIT IN MIND. That is all. I never expected him to go to you and tell you to decrease it or anything. I never even wanted him to do that. All I wanted was for him to vote on it fairly and not think that the two matches were equal in length. And now, since it's blown up so much, now we (as the GM Team) can address what happens to those who DO go over.

Also, you cheated in this post:
https://xwauniverse.forumotion.com/t3167-4-dante-cross-vs-shade

Remember? It was painfully obvious when you had people like "Sandy Ravage" and "J.L." and making Shade do things that just made no fucking sense.

You can not plagiarize your own work. In this sense, one would be considered a cheater if they purposely used the work of another and passed it off as their own. In the case you mentioned, to work off of my past work is not cheating--lazy perhaps. Now if I used someone else's match then yeah. Hell, I still have all of my matches on my computer; no one can claim I stole someone else's work if that were the case.

"You can not plagiarize your own work"

From the XWA Fed Rules topic:

Quote :

5. This should go without saying, but plagiarism is strictly forbidden. Anyone caught copying the work of another writer in any form is subject to the disciplinary system outlined below. Exceptional occurrences of this rule being broken are grounds for immediate termination at the discretion of the staff. It should be noted that the plagiarism rule also goes for recycling your own work. If you are found to be copying old material, it will be treated the same as plagiarism. The point of the e-fed is to create new material, not repost something done in the past.

Different site and pretty sure that rule was put in place after my fiasco

I hate to add into everything, but Abdel is actually right, Dante.

https://xwauniverse.forumotion.com/t3905-xwa-fed-rules

The last edit was in 2013..

Mistakes happen though, so maybe we could all just consider it a lesson learned and let Razor go on and judge this and let go of any hostilities remaining?

Sure. Just ready to move along.