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Both competitors stand their ground, locked in a stare down as the sound of the ring bell echoes off of the arena walls and subtly fades away. Shade motions for Rob to "Come at me bro," to which his response is to begin pacing around the ring, continuing to stare a hole straight through Shade. Shade likewise begins to pace about the ring, and the two circle each other briefly before moving in for a tie-up. As both wrestlers lunge to meet each other in the archetypical collar-and-elbow tie-up, Rob swings an arm at the last second and clocks Shade straight in the mouth with a stiff forearm smash! The New Yorker is understandably sent reeling by this unusual aggression, figuratively and literally. So much so, that he doesn't have time to shake the cobwebs off before Rob is immediately on him, grabbing and holding him by the clavicle as he administers a series of closed-fist punches to his opponent's forehead! Chapman lets Shade stumble away, briefly turning his gaze on the referee to gauge his reaction. He wasn't being told off for the strikes, most likely because of who his opponent's style and unpredictability. Good. As he turns his sights back on his recuperating adversary, he finds his advance halted by straight knuckles to the abdomen, doubling him over and knocking him back. "Fuck you Charlie Chaplin, that's my shtick!" Shade scolds, mocking Rob's apparent silence whilst glaring vehemently at his immediate tenacity. Rob's subsequent smirk seems to carry the sentiment of 'have it your way', as the two lunge at each other once again, this time actually meeting in a collar-and-elbow tie-up!

The crowd cheers as the two enter the test of strength, with a couple of laughs at Shade's usual insanity dying down quickly.

Ted
"Shade didn't seem to like that much. He's used to Rob trying to go the route of the technician, not brawl with him. Rob's in a very different mindset from what I remember of him."

Joey
"If it means I don't have to listen to him and his repulsive Canadian accent speak words, I'm all for change. I'm also all for Shade punching his skull until it breaks open, leaving Rob in a pool of his own maple syrup-like blood. What can I say? I'm pro-choice."

Ted
"I... I don't think that means what you think it means."

The test of strength, surprisingly, lasts as long as the commentators are able to banter before Chapman manages to gain the upper hand, almost counter-intuitively, allowing Shade to overpower him whilst falling to his knees, effectively using his opponent's momentum to hurl him overhead with a rapid Fireman's Carry takeover. As Shade's back makes contact with the pearly-white canvas, Rob goes with him, maintaining the Fireman's Carry and landing in a bridge pin with a leg hooked and Shade's shoulders touching the canvas! The Master Of Syn is quick to power out, however, not even allowing the official the opportunity to count the pin. Both men are quickly on their feet again, with Shade playing the aggressor, as he charges recklessly towards Chapman. The six-foot-five competitor is taken down briskly as Chapman pulls him into an Arm Drag and promptly bars the arm of his opponent on the mat. That's two for two so far- grappling, and striking where Rob has been able to quickly gain the upper hand. Mind games don't seem to be doing much either... a fact that seems to be repeatedly incensing Shade, and does so once again as he begins growling in response to the pressure accumulating between his shoulder and wrist from the arm lock. The referee moves closer to the action, but refrains from asking the competitors about submitting just yet. That's when the American combatant lets loose with a sudden outburst, swearing voraciously at LionHeart: "No! Fuck your shit! You don't just get to out-wrestle me now that you've punched me in the fucking mouth! Fuck this fucking blasphemy!" Shade's vile curses immediately precede his escape, as the Albany native throws his entire body backwards to blast his opponent's chin with a crude, but effective kick that breaks the hold, and luckily, not Shade's arm. Rob spirals away, clutching at his mouth as Shade gets back to his feet. It's clear that the bi-polar wrestler is seeing red as he once again takes off at Chapman, who leapfrogs his opponent in the nick of time, barely avoiding what would have been a debilitating Spear! The bigger man continues on, barreling into the ropes and rebounding to resume his momentum. Rob sees Shade coming over his shoulder and attempts to leapfrog the New Yorker again, but is taken off guard when Shade stops just shy of him, grabbing his legs out of mid-air, while the rest of him falls and his face smacks against the canvas. Shade's next move is punctuated by a loud roar as he dead-lifts his opponent back up and takes him overhead with a shattering Wheelbarrow Suplex! For a moment, All Is Silent. The ref drops to make the count as Shade holds the maneuver in a bridging pin, only for Rob to kick out on the count of two. But of course... it was far too early for this match to be anywhere near its conclusion.


The crowd cheers more as Rob avoids the spear with an agile maneuver, and there's a distinct POP for the brutal impact of the Wheelbarrow Suplex, but the cheers are quickly drowned out by steady boos, which are again overpowered by cheers as Rob escapes the pin.

Ted
"Shade absolutely shatters Rob with a Wheelbarrow Suplex!"

Joey
"Normally, I would tell you to fuck off with your fancy words, but I would actually pay money to see somebody explode like glass upon being suplexed. Shade should make it a point to do that to Rob."

Shade's demeanor changes all-but-instantly; He can't help but gloat over the fact that he just turned the tide of the match early on, with a single, albeit decimating move. A move, that at one time was borrowed from Rob's own arsenal! He doesn't appear upset that Rob kicked out, knowing that control of the match is now in his destructive hands. He's quick to rain a targeted cluster of stomps into the body of Super Xero, causing him to clutch at his chest and generally writhe on the mat. The assault gives Shade some time to plan his proceeding offense a little more thoroughly. Grabbing a handful of Chapman's motley brown hair, he slowly pulls the Haligonian to unwilling feet and proceeds to consecutively slam his fist into Chapman's jaw two times, before letting go of his opponent's hair and delivering a third punch that sends Rob backwards into the ropes. As Shade pursues Rob without delay, the Canadian throws a kick at the body of Hell's Pyromaniac, but Shade simply catches the Canadian's's limb beneath his arm and returns the sentiment with a hard right hand to the gut, doubling him over. Setting Rob's leg back down, Shade proceeds to ram his knee into the mid-section of his rope-dwelling opponent, prompting a count from the referee for Shade to let his opponent out of the ropes. It seemed that the official was going to uphold some semblance of order, after all. Shade shoots the man in the striped shirt a dirty look before turning his sights back on Rob and attempting to send him across the ring into the opposite ropes. As they reach the ring's centre, the Haligonian manages to stop and turn on his heel, reversing the momentum and sending Shade into the ropes instead! With a bit of a hobble at first, Rob takes off into the ropes opposite of Shade, but Shade has far greater momentum (and therefore speed) coming off of the ropes and is able jump straight forward, extending his legs to catch the rebounding Chapman hard in the stomach with a Front Dropkick that causes him to fall forwards, and just enough to the side that he barely avoids losing teeth to the toe of Shade's boot. Shade quickly rolls back to his feet, stalking the Straight Edge Outlaw as he gets to all fours, and grabbing him by the hair yet again, earning some more scorn from the official, which he largely ignores. The beating continues as Shade brings his hand down thrice across the back of Chapman's historically-damaged neck with brutal looking overhead chops; each chop sending resonant shocks of pain lancing down Chapman's spine, and outwards into the tips of his fingers and toes. Shade grins, knowing full-well how contorted Rob's expression must be as he faces the canvas, being chopped at over-and-over like stubborn firewood.


The jeers for Shade continue as he shows a blatant disregard for the rules.

Ted
"Chapman is being brutalized by Shade here... and once Shade gets on a roll, it can sometimes be very difficult, if not impossible to get momentum back in your favour! Though I'm sure, if anyone knows that first-hand, it's Rob Chapman."

Joey
"No shit. Shade's been serving Rob his just desserts for the last six years. And with his last match coming up at the Big Ass Motherfuckin' American Bash, there's no way he's gonna let Rob Chapman of all people get one-up on him "

After a gratuitous serving of hand-powered neck fucking, Shade caps off the offensive onslaught as he takes a hold of Rob's neck in one hand, and the waistline of his tights in the other, powering him up and then right back down across his bent knee with a crushing Rib Breaker! Chapman slowly rolls off of his opponent's extended knee and clutches at his ribs in breathless agony. Shade doesn't bother gloating this time, quickly dropping to the canvas to strike LionHeart directly in the sternum with a Double Axe Handle, before hooking his leg and covering him with a Lateral Press, pinning him for the second time in the match. The official once again drops to count the pin attempt, and once again, Rob gets his shoulder up at the count of two, sending a flicker of frustration across Shade's otherwise focused gaze. He couldn't have gotten just a little closer to three? "Clearly, you haven't sustained enough permanent spinal damage. Let's fix that, shall we?" the New Yorker quips, yanking Rob back to his feet by the hair again, this time standing behind him. Hooking Chapman's arm around his shoulder, Shade brings The Artistic Anomaly up for what appears to be an Back Suplex, only to bring Rob crashing down as his tailbone makes impact with Shade's own bent knee. This time, the pain shoots up Rob's spine rather than down it, and we can see the result as the Canadian visibly cringes and goes stiff. Shade scoffs at his opponent's torment, and grabs his already-wrung neck in an inverted three-quarter facelock, bending it backwards and dropping to a seated position, slamming the base of Rob's spinal cord into his shoulder with a Hangman's Neckbreaker! Rob's head snaps forward and he immediately falls to his back again, cradling his neck as Shade shoves his head to the side and once again covers him with a Lateral Press. The referee drops and begins to count...
"One! Tw-" Rob kicks out even sooner than the last time, much to the chagrin of The Terror of Death! In a fit of frustration, the Astin brother grabs Chapman by his shaggy head and begins to slam the base of his skull against the canvas repeatedly!

The crowd boos Shade ferociously for his attitude and the subsequent temper tantrum following Rob's kick out!

Ted
"I'm amazed and almost appalled at what the referee is letting Shade get away with here! He just wants to hurt Rob by any means necessary!"

Joey
"Good! Rob's the one who decided he wanted to fight instead of wrestle when he smoked Shade right in the fucking mouth! He deserves whatever he gets from this point on!"

With his opponent's brains freshly scrambled, XWA's resident bipolar-pyromaniac practically rips him from the canvas and forces Rob to an awkward-at-best vertical base, grasping his arm and whipping him towards the ropes with all the grace of Michelle Bachman. As Chapman goes stumbling into the ropes, he finds a little more grace as he bounds back towards Shade, who looks poised to meet his oncoming opponent. Just before Chapman reaches his adversary, the Albany native ducks low, looking to take Rob over with a Back Body Drop, but instead, Rob latches onto Shade's body and rolls over him, landing on his feet with his back turned to his long-time rival. Shade turns as quickly as he can, but it's just quick enough to see Rob's twisting, upside down body at head level- "Don't Blink", Shade! The Artistic Anomaly nails him right in the face with with the heel of his boot as he performs a standing Whisper In The Wind! Shade topples to the canvas as he's caught, clutching at his mouth and trying to regain his sense of direction, whilst Rob lays on his back beside him, panting in hopes to be the first one to catch his breath.


The volume of the crowd rises significantly following the display of impressive athleticism and daring by Chapman!

Ted
"Don't blink or you'll miss it! Incredible kick by Chapman, defying gravity itself!"

Joey
"Jesus Christ, you fucking mark! Remind me to keep at least fifty feet away from your inflated ass if if LX-Tim ever comes back."

Neither man has long to get their bearings, as Shade has no intention of letting Rob build momentum, and chooses to shorten his reprieve as soon as he's shaken the cobwebs off. Shade rolls over and begins to push himself up onto all fours, whilst the Haligonian haggardly sits up and catches a glance at his opponent's predicament. He quickly pushes himself to his feet and takes off shakily into the ropes. It's a familiar sight to old fans, as he rebounds toward his opponent and extends his leg in an attempt to take Shade's head off with a savage Yakuza Kick, but the famed Headshot never comes as Shade rolls out of the way and Rob skids off balance, turning as he falls to catch himself on his hands and knees. He pushes himself up quickly, only to drop back down, narrowly avoiding a whip-like Kesagiri Chop from The Terror Of Death. Again, Chapman pops up quickly, and blasts Shade as quickly as he can with a standing round kick to the ribs, causing him to stagger. the drug free competitor sees his opportunity and goes for it, firing off repeated, precision kicks to the ribs of his opponent. Each one slowly pushing more and more air out of the New Yorker's lungs. A sharp Toe Kick to the stomach doubles him over, and Rob grabs his wrist, wrenching it and yanking to send Shade toward the ropes, but in mid-step, Shade plants his boot down, halting his momentum and spins to un-wrench his arm. Shade returns the favour as he nails Chapman hard enough in the stomach with the toe of his boot to make a lesser man vomit, before pulling him into a tight Front Facelock and dropping him straight on his skull with a nasty DDT! Chapman lands in a stalled headstand before falling to one side. Shade sees the Canadian's eyes glaze over and hurriedly covers him with an arm across the chest, cuing the official to drop and count the pin fall once again.
"One! Two..." Two is as far as the referee gets, before Chapman powers out of his pinning predicament!

The capacity crowd has once again been stifled as Shade shuts down their silent protagonist, but a kick out from the Canadian gives them hope, and another reason to cheer!

Ted
"Kickout by Chapman. That was a stiff looking DDT by Shade. He is absolutely not playing around anymore."

Joey
"About time, I've been waiting to see him fucking cream this cunt again for a long time. And if there's anyone who knows more about creaming cunts than me, it's Shade."

Ted
"Your analysis never ceases to sicken me, partner."

Shade slams an angry fist off of the mat as he rolls off of his opponent, lurching to his feet and glaring contemptuously at the cringing Canadian on the canvas. Reaching down, he forcefully removes his opponent from the the ring floor and sends him packing into the farthest corner of the ring with the most powerful Irish Whip he can manage! Chapman's body goes hurdling straight at the turnbuckle; he manages to turn around at the last moment to avoid smashing his face off of the top of the post, only to slam spine first against the turnbuckles so hard that it blurs his vision! Shade is immediate in his followup, and Rob regains his vision just in time to avoid a Body Avalanche by swinging his foot up to boot the oncoming Shade right in the skull! The unexpected counter causes Shade to drop straight to the mat, landing hard on his knees as he clutches at his throbbing cranium. Shaking the cobwebs out, LionHeart stumbles out of the corner and yanks Shade to his feet, hastily attempting to Irish Whip the emotionally unstable competitor into the opposing corner of the ring. He very quickly finds the momentum shifted as Shade stands his ground and then pulls him back, lifting him straight off the ground into a seated-type position and throwing him straight at the turnbuckle like a dart! The Canadian collides hard with the ring corner, smashing his forehead off the top of the post, and his chest against the turnbuckles themselves whilst landing seated on the second rope! He remains in that position for a few seconds before falling backwards, with his feet still caught up on the second rope, as the back of his head smacks off of the canvas. Shade stares at his prone opponent, visibly tiring. His brow furrows into a glare aimed at his opponent, and he shakes his head in disapproval as he walks over toward the former 2WWF Champion, taking a hold of his wrists and lifting his upper body up off of the mat. The referee is on Shade almost immediately to let Rob go while he's in the ropes, receiving a defiant glare in return. Not letting himself be intimidated, the referee begins to count towards five, warning Shade to let go of his opponent or be disqualified. Shade continues to stare a burning hole straight through the official's soul as the count rises.
"One! Two! Three! Four!" As the referee reaches four, The Ultimate Synner quickly turns back to his opponent and swiftly brings his foot up, slamming it straight into Chapman's face as he lets him go, driving the back of Rob's head into the canvas with a nasty, inverted variation of his signature Rope Hung Curbstomp, usually accompanied by his equally signature roar of FUCKING BLASPHEMY! Chapman looks absolutely obliterated after the attack, but rather than seek to pin the Haligonian, as he's done so many times in this match, the agitated native of Albany makes his way toward the ring's edge and demands a microphone from Laura Watts. Reluctantly, the ring announcer offers one out, which the bi-polar pyromaniac snatches from her before stomping back across the ring to where his opponent lay, only just beginning to move. Trying to pull his legs free .

There is a mixture of cheers and jeers, with a large number of fans giving Shade a POP for the innovative and equally brutal move, but many jeering at Shade due to his disregard for the rules!

Joey
"Fuck yeah! How's that for some FUCKING BLASPHEMY, Theodore?!"

Ted
"Damn! Shade could easily have broken any number of facial bones with that stomp!"

As Shade looms over him with microphone in hand, the Straight Edge Outlaw slowly tries to find a means to stand, managing to pull himself out of the corner. "Yeah, go ahead Robbie! Get up! Get the fuck up like you keep doin! As many times as your fucking so-called Lion Heart will let you before it fucking gives out! Because if I have to kill you to beat you, I'LL FUCKING DO IT. This is MY MOMENT! The end of MY CAREER is right there on the FUCKING HORIZON! And I won't allow you the FUCKING BLASPHEMY of getting to ride off into the sunset while I lay here staring at the GOD DAMNED LIGHTS! You do NOT! GET! TO! WIN!" screams a now-clearly manic Shade who then throws the now-useless microphone at the canvas, where it's quickly disposed of by the referee. By now, Rob's managed to work his way up to his knees with the assistance of the ropes. Shade immediately lurches forward to pummel the skull and neck of his opponent with repeated punches, Chapman only hanging on thanks to having an arm slung around the middle rope. Proceeding the punches are knees- repeating and vicious, as this savage beating dolled out by The Master Of Syn is in whole. Shade finally issues a ceasefire after a prolonged beating, taking a step back and observing his battered opponent's actions. After several shaky seconds, the Nova Scotian somehow begins to straighten up, reaching for the top rope to pull himself up the rest of the way. Shade growls loudly at his seemingly unkillable opponent and takes off into the ropes behind him like a roaring cannonball. He ricochets back and charges straight at his adversary, looking to take the action to the outside with a Cactus Clothesline, but Rob manages to duck down just before his opponent can reach him, catching Shade in a Back Body Drop! Mustering as much strength as he can, he hurls Shade over his head, but the ring-savvy New Yorker is able to grab the top rope with both hands, saving himself from a nasty spill and quickly standing back up on the apron behind his opponent! Before Rob can think to turn around, Hell's Pyromaniac hooks both hands around the Haligonian's jaw, pulling backwards on his head with a modification of his signature "Eternal Rest" Chinlock! Like before, the referee begins to count Shade out for utilizing the ring ropes against his opponent. This time, his count ends and three- not because Shade chooses to let go, but because the endangered Canadian swings wild with a back elbow strike that clocks the Astin brother right in the nose! Then a second, and a third! Shade barely catches himself with one hand on the top rope as Rob's third elbow strike hits hard enough to stagger him. He quickly begins to wish that he hadn't as Chapman clutches his opponent in a three-quarter facelock from across the ropes. As simple as it would be for Chapman to drop down and deliver a modified Jawbreaker to his opponent, he opts to go a different, more theatrical route. Squatting down as much as he can with a hold of his opponent's head, he kicks up and off of the ground with all of the force his brutalized body can exert, launching himself into a back flip over the top rope- "FUCK! -as he pulls both himself and Shade down to the floor with a breathtaking Asai DDT!


The move very quickly leads to a chorusing of two familiar, summarizing words, chanted in due repetition. "Holy shit! Holy shit!

Ted
"GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! Rob showing some shades of the recently departed Dominik Diveraz with that death-defying move straight over the top rope and to the floor! Both men are down on the outside and I'm not sure if either of them are getting back up!"

Joey
"If this ends in a double count out, somebody is getting fucked in the cunt!"

Both competitors are understandably immobilized after Chapman's desperation maneuver, and it's hard to tell which one of them is worse for wear. Shade came down on his head from several feet above the floor, but Rob's entire, weary body fell from his entire body height above the top rope. Shade's little manic episode is certainly over, however. Both competitors lay writhing and twitching as the referee begins to mount another count that threatens to disqualify one or both of them! The somewhat drawn-out counts of one, two, and three fall on deaf ears, as both their cognitive processes have likely been interrupted by a loud ringing, as if a flashbang was just set off. As the referee reaches a count of four, Rob snaps back to reality, and slowly begins to push himself to a trembling vertical base. His sole thought and intention seems to be on survival, even more so than victory in his re-debut. With Shade, it's an entirely different monster. it's the end, and his defiance of it. His defiance and his refusal to go out looking like anything less than The Terror Of Death! As the referee reaches a count of six, Rob manages to slide into the ring, Still laying down as the referee reaches a count of seven and Shade begins to realize where he is and what's going on. Fighting the pain, he scrambles to his feet at the count of eight, clutching the back of his head. As Shade makes his way back towards the ring, The Artistic Anomaly does the first thing he's done in this match that isn't fueled by survival instinct and slides out of the ring to meet his opponent head on! The official is forced to restart his count, begrudgingly, as Chapman begins to slam his fist repeatedly into Shade's forehead! The Ultimate Synner doesn't take this lying down, though, and returns the sentiment, exchanging punches with his opponent as it matures into a fully-fledged brawl on the outside! The official seems to be taking this count a bit slower, and as they reach a count of three, Rob's offense is halted abruptly as one of Shade's strikes makes contact with the Canadian's throat, causing him to stumble back as he attempts to catch his breath. Shade is on him immediately, as he rips one of Chapman's hands away from his throat and brings his arm up, locking it behind his head. Everyone in the arena knows what that means- and as Shade rears his fist back like he's getting ready to fire a bow, Rob, too, knows what it means. He tries to shake himself free, but the arrow that is Shade's fist makes contact with knockout force against his pectorals! The Astin Specialty, Temporary Death! But he continues to hold Rob in place after connecting with his signature Heart Punch, and the reasoning becomes all too clear as he slams his fist into his opponent's chest yet again! And again! And then a fourth time, and a fifth!


The crowd is understandably shocked by the absolutely sickening Heart Punches from Shade, and while some cheer with each successive strike, the boos become overwhelming after the third straight shot until Shade is once again being rained upon with hatred from the capacity crowd.

Ted
"Good god almighty! Just one Heart Punch is enough to stop a man's heart! Shade could kill him! Somebody needs to stop this!"

Joey
"He fucking said he was gonna do it if he had to! Chapman should have let Shade pin him when he had the chance to get off easy!"

Shade finally shoves the hopefully-still LionHeart to the floor as hard as he can and scrambles to get back in the ring, looking down at his opponent, who appears to be weakly seizuring, with a wicked grin, listening to the hateful jeers of the crowd and the ascending count of the now-resentful referee, the same way one might listen to classical music. The scene somewhat resembles a "Continue?" screen from an old video game...and as the count rises higher, it looks more and more like Shade's going to get his second count-out victory in two weeks. At the count of eight, however, Rob begins to shakily clamber to a vertical base on the outside. Looks like Chapman's not out of coins just yet. Shade watches with equal parts shock and rage as Rob slowly makes his way to the apron and rolls himself in under the bottom rope just in time to evade a match-ending count of ten. As the near-lifeless competitor lays on his back, staring into the lights, his view is interrupted by his opponent's menacing snarl. Furiously, The Terror Of Death leaps straight onto Rob's chest feet-first, crushing his opponent's ravaged body with a Double Stomp! Chapman's body barely reacts as it's crushed beneath Shade's boot soles... and so, the Albany native is quick to drop down and cover Rob for another pinning attempt. Surely this must be it? The official drops down with the same thought, as he begins to count.
"One! Two! Thr-" but he stops his count abruptly as he sees Chapman's foot resting on the bottom rope! Shade looks to the official, and then to Chapman with utter disbelief. And then... begins to laugh? A nervous laughter, to be sure. What is it gonna take?

Even the fans think it to be the end of the match, chanting out the numbers along with the referee as he counts the pin, only to be pleasantly surprised as Chapman kicks out, letting loose with a loud POP for the former 2WWF Champ!

Ted
"The look on Shade's face says exactly what he's thinking! 'What do I have to do to end this?' I'm not sure how Rob is finding it in him to keep going, but I think it's safe to say he's running on fumes now!"

Joey
"Unfortunately, he's a resilient little fucker... but Shade is Shade! He's got this shit."

Shade once again finds himself shaking his head as he uses the ropes to pull himself to a footed base, before anger seeps into his expression once again. He mercilessly rips Chapman's body from the canvas, dragging him towards the center of the ring before lifting him into a doubled over state, thrusting Rob's head between his legs and wrapping both arms around his waist. "Okay Rob, you proved your fucking point... and now it ends!" Shade growls bitterly, showcasing his raw power as he lifts Rob straight onto his shoulders in position for a Crucifix Powerbomb! He begins to parade around the ring with the Straight Edge Outlaw suspended up on his shoulders, but realization soon sets in and Rob begins to try and escape Shade's clutches. He begins to wriggle free, but just as it looks like he's about to escape- "NOPE!"  -Shade slides his grip down Rob's arms to hook them behind his own head, then leans forward, trapping the Canadian in a torturous Gory Stretch! This more than anything quickly rouses Chapman from his half-dead state as his expression shifts to one of pure pain, having his entire body stretched out across Shade's shoulders. He tries to hold in the sound of his agony, but Shade begins to hop, cracking Rob's back and successfully producing a scream from the otherwise silent competitor! He hops again, trying to crack Rob's back and get a submission, but submissions aren't exactly Shade's strong suit, which becomes evident as another attempt at cracking Rob's back causes Chapman's arms to slip free from not being secured properly, and the Canadian lands on his feet behind Shade, immediately scrambling away from his opponent. Shade realizes his mistake and hastily turns around, taking charge at his opponent, but Rob looks up just in time, and with a guttural roar, extends his arm and dives headlong at Shade to connect with an absolutely decimating Lariat that ends with both competitors laying immobile on the now-sweat-stained canvas!


The crowd gives Chapman another loud POP as he turns Shade inside-out with a stiff Lariat!

Ted
"Talk about an absolute cessation of movement! That Lariat was brutal! Where did Rob even find the strength for that?!"

Joey
"That's a fucking one hit wonder, Ted, because that's all Rob's been in this match! Every time Rob hits Shade with something, Shade gives it back tenfold, and this'll be no different! Mark my words!"

Both men lay spread-eagle on the ring floor, completely enervated from this brutal match; Shade, finally worn out from giving everything he's got to shut his opponent down, and Rob, from defying Shade's intentions and soldiering on despite receiving an absolute ass-kicking at the hands of The Ultimate Synner. And somehow, yet unsurprisingly, it's LionHeart who begins to show the first signs of life, rising in spite of his condition and once again defying punishment's throes as he takes off into the far ropes. The sight of Shade on all fours predicts exactly what's coming next, as the Nova Scotian bounds back with a vengeance and sends the sole of his boot searing right across the cheek of Hell's Pyromaniac, his body spinning involuntarily out of control and skidding to a halt like a car that's just been t-boned!


Some of the crowd underscores the impact with a chorus of"HEADSHOT!"[/b], even without Rob's usual call of "BOOM" that preceded these new days of silence. Those who don't partake in the chant still cheer loudly for the excellently executed kick.

Ted
"What a vicious kick! Like a war sniper is Chapman, delivering that Yakuza Kick with deadly precision and tremendous stopping power!

Joey
"Yeah, so precise it only took him two tries to hit it! LEARN HOW TO NO SCOPE, FAGGOT!"

The Canadian is quick to cover the compromised competitor's carcass, and the referee slides in to count what is only Rob's second pin attempt in this contest.
"One! Two!" the official hollers, going no further as Shade kicks out so aggressively that he rolls himself right onto his stomach! Rob sits in surprise for a brief moment, taken aback by the amount of fight Shade just displayed after taking two very hard shots to the head. He shakes it off swiftly and pivots around, climbing on top of Shade's back in a mount position and inflicting even further punishment as he delivers vicious, repeating elbow strikes to the back of Shade's head! The referee hesitates for a moment, approaching but remaining silent... possibly allowing Rob a moment of retribution for the unsolicited, repeated Heart Punches by Shade earlier that could have very easily sent Rob into cardiac arrest. But a moment is all he gets, as the referee eventually tells Chapman that's enough and warns the Straight Edge Outlaw to stop, or suffer a disqualification. The Canadian shoots the referee a frigid stare before complying with his instructions and standing up off of Shade's body. But his attack doesn't end there. Making the most of the window provided by Shade's scrambled braincells, Chapman pulls The Ultimate Synner up to his knees, delivering two crushing knee strikes to his forehead before bringing him up just a little further, and thrusting Shade's rattled skull between his legs in a position he found himself in a short time ago. Rob, however, isn't thinking powerbomb- arguably much worse, as he lifts Shade's entire body up parallel to his own, before sitting down and crunching Shade's neck beneath his own body weight with a seismic Piledriver!

The piledriver scores a surprisingly loud POP from the crowd, though a couple of jeers accompany it from some retarded smarks who seem to think this automatically makes Rob a heel.

Ted
"Bah gawd! Rob Chapman with the Piledriver! The move banned 'round-the-world, and with good reason! That move has broken a lot of necks over the years! Infamously, however-"

Joey
"FUCKING BLASPHEMY! GO BACK TO THE TUNDRA FROM WHENCE YOU CAME, CANADIAN CRETIN! AND TAKE YOUR BULLSHIT PILEDRIVER WITH YOU!"

Ted
"... however, the Piledriver is not banned in the XWA, which my broadcast partner seems to have selectively forgotten."

Again, Rob attempts to cover the fallen pyromaniac with a Lateral Press, but as the referee's count reaches two, Shade finds it in him to get his shoulder off of the canvas, though it lacks the gusto of his previous kickout. Progress. Chapman feels the momentum finally beginning to swing in his direction and quickly moves to capitalize on it. Taking a hold of Shade's hair (turnabout is fair play, right?), the Haligonian drags him over a little more, towards the corner of the ring, then walks over Shade and backs into the corner, watching the Astin brother intently with grim determination. As Shade begins to rise up from the off-white canvas, Rob hoists himself up onto the second rope, marking Shade's position as he prepares to take off. The Master Of Syn finally makes it to his feet, and Rob dives straight at him, latching on with an arm around his neck whilst swinging his body a hundred-and-eighty degrees, but the Diving Tornado DDT is denied as Shade displays unexpected resilience and stands his ground! Thinking very quickly, Rob keeps his arm wrapped around Shade's head and swings his legs back up, wraps them around his fellow-combatant's mid-section in a Body Scissors to apply a Guillotine Choke! Rob Chapman has the Fade-2-Black locked in on Shade! Shade begins to panic just a little, knowing full-well how quickly this hold can end a match, and responds by charging at the opposite turnbuckle like an enraged bull, driving Rob spine-first into the corner yet again, breaking free of the choke hold!  Rob's expression is one of shock as the air is driven forcefully out of his lungs, with the burning pain that accompanies that intensified even further as the Albany native begins to flatten Chapman's mid-section with repeated shoulder thrusts in the corner! Rob's body bends and shifts unnaturally around the turnbuckles, filling the space between them as Shade resumes where he left off in assaulting his opponent's torso! After a half-dozen or-so strikes in sequence to the abdomen of The Artistic Anomaly, Shade relents and takes a moment to back away from the corner, cradling his neck and rolling it until it cracks, bringing him some spinal relief. Chapman, meanwhile, lays exhausted against the corner, only held on his feet by the ring ropes that his arms have fallen around. Gasping for breath in an attempt to re-fill his lungs with life-giving oxygen.And as exhausted as he is, Shade sees this out of the corner of his eyes and refuses to allow Rob that reprieve. Anger overcomes weariness, and Shade Intensifies Rob's plight as he turns back around to slam the toe of his boot into Rob's stomach, as Rob let's out a sort of gagging sound in response. Quite possibly dry heaving.


The cheers that build up as a result of the Fade-2-Black are quickly silenced by Shade's escape, and replaced by boos as Shade begins pummeling him in the corner.

Joey
"That's it, Shade! Finish this Cananigger!"

Ted
"I'm not sure how much more abuse Rob's body can take. Shade put an abrupt end to Rob's comeback, and it may, sadly, be the end for Chapman, in his XWA return! I think that Fade-2-Black was his last chance!"

Somehow, Rob manages to keep from falling down after that sickening kick to the stomach, which turns out to be exactly what The Ultimate Synner needs, as he grabs Rob by the legs and hoists him up onto the top rope! It takes only a few seconds for him to hook Rob's legs around the top rope, before reaching up to apply a three-quarter facelock and step out, stretching Rob out for his finishing Rope Hung Stunner, the SYN Drive! But now, much like Shade when he had the Fade-2-Black applied, Rob panics. He's eaten this move on a number of occasions... most memorably, when he was beaten for the LionHeart title for the very first time by Shade. Harrowed memories come flooding back, incensing the former 2WWF Champion as he begins to slam his fist against the side of Shade's head as hard as he can from this awkward position. The attack gives him just enough time to free his feet, and he drops down on his feet behind The Master Of Syn Shade attempts to drop down anyway, looking for a regular Stunner, but Rob wraps his arms around his opponent's waist and locks his hands together, effectively sandbagging the Albany native. For the third and possibly final time, the otherwise-silent Chapman unleashes a furious roar as he lifts Shade to, and then right off of his feet, throwing his body backwards with a German Suplex that drives the back of Shade's head straight into the bottom turnbuckle! As Shade remains on the ropes, the referee begins to count towards a disqualification, which Rob doesn't realize until the count exceeds three! Scrambling at a count of four, Rob immediately rolls Shade over, maintaining the waistlock as he lifts him back to his feet! Could the Straight Edge Outlaw be looking for another Suplex? As both men reach their feet again, Rob relinquishes the rear waistlock and changes his grip, hooking one arm around Shade's clavicle, and the other underneath of his inside leg before lifting him up and falling to the side, dropping Shade right on his neck with an utterly nasty Inverted Northern Lights Bomb!


The audience practically erupts in cheers as Rob lands the absolutely devastating move and looks poised for victory!

Ted
"My god what an impact! Shade just got decimated by Rob Chapman!"

Joey
"YOU FUCKING SHUT YOUR FAT, REDNECK, CUM GUZZLING WHORE MOUTH! IT IS NOT GOING DOWN LIKE THIS!"

Ted
"I think it is, Joey! It is going down like this!"

Shade's body completely crumbles upon impact, and he ceases moving the instant he hits the ground. Rob finally covers Shade in a lateral press, making sure to fully hook his leg as the crowd counts along with the referee. "One! Two! Three!" the official yells loudly. Even in defeat, Shade shows signs of life by kicking out of the pin just after a count of three, but it's too little, too late. The unsettling ambiance of "Motherless Child" begins to flood the arena once again as the referee moves to check on both competitors, raising Rob's arm a moment later.


The crowd begins cheering gratefully for the match they've just witnessed, and this is only the beginning of the show! There's a card full of excitement to come yet!

Laura Watts
"Here is your winner by pinfall... Rob Chapman!"

Joey
"FAHKING BULLSHIT!"

Ted
"That's it! Rob Chapman is victorious in his return against Shade, but not without taking one hell of a beating! I don't think either man has anything to be ashamed of tonight!"

Joey can be heard tossing down his headset and storming off somewhere, but the camera remains focused on the ring. After raising his fist up high in victory, Chapman turns his gaze toward the very uncomfortable-looking Shade, giving him an apparently-understanding nod before turning his back and leaving the ring, making his way up the entrance ramp and through the curtain without a single word or a look back.

Ted
"We've got to take a commercial break, and I've unfortunately got to go and find my broadcast partner. We'll be right back, folks! Azrael versus C5 Ion is next!"


(Good luck Myke! Had a ton of fun with this once I was finally able to get into the swing of writing.)

(PS. Haligonian is the legit, albeit kinda retarded word for somebody who is living in / from Halifax. And it's fewer words than "Halifax native" Razz )
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I'd like to request an extension for Myke, if he chooses to use it. He ended up having to stay late at work and has less time to post because of it. He may just tell me to fuck off, though, in which case, carry on Funny
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