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As the toughest SOB, one of XWA's most veteran stars, stands across the squared circle from the newest addition to it's roster, the student of last year's King of Xtreme tournament, the tension in the air is smothering. Each stare one another down, studying their opponent and formulating plans of attack, right up until three sharp chimes interrupt their thoughts and send them hurdling toward one another. They lock horns at the center of the ring, the Icon almost chuckling at the rookie's overestimation of her strength as he shoves her down to the mat with a thunderous rumble. Khideep rolls through, coming up on her feet undeterred. She charges back in toward the former King of Xtreme with a stiff arm extended and aimed for his collarbone, but the experienced Xtreme ducks below, allowing it to fly overhead harmlessly. The newest member from the House of Strife training school allows herself to hit the ropes before doubling back, but the One Man Militia is more than ready as he juts the wing of his boot into her solar plexus, leaving her in prime position for the side headlock he applies. While it thusfar seems that the bombshell has made a grave mistake venturing outside of the divas division, she plants herself firmly, and presses on, swinging her elbow forward into the kidney of her oppressor to no avail. A couple of encores coaxes him to loosen his hold and he steps away before turning back just in time to grab onto a boot thrust toward his midsection. It comes at him with minimal force and the reason why is soon abundantly clear as the opposing limb of the Sumerian Sharpshooter comes raging toward his left temple. With another swift evasion, Xtreme leaves Khideep faced away from himself and takes advantage of the situation, wrapping his arms around her waist before ripping her off of the mat before discarding her over his shoulder. The Mideasterner crashes down upon her shoulders in a heap, the fans cheering on the Icon as he takes down the student of the hated Vladimir Strife.

With his opposition taken down a peg, and handily so, Xtreme exits the ring and flips up the apron. He begins to rummage under the squared circle until he at last pulls out one of it's namesakes to a fresh pop of approval. He extends the legs before setting it upright, possibly hoping to call it a night early on and go into the second round in better condition than the rest of the competitors. The Montana native slips back into the ring with the stage set, coming up behind the foreigner as she at last rises to her feet. He spins her around and she quickly comes up with a sharp knee into the ribcage as if on instinct alone, putting some distance between them. She rushes for the ropes, looking for some familiarity as she bounds into the air and slaps the soles of her boots across the middle rope. As the rope bows and goes taut, she uses the momentum to spin around, coming back toward the center of the ring but finding no target in her sights. She lands upon her feet, panicked, and turns back around to find that Xtreme Icon has followed her lead, springboarding off of the ropes and barreling down upon her with legs straightened. His boots pound into her sternum, knocking her to the mat and driving the wind from her lungs as the former King come to reclaim his throne is given a hero's welcome as he regains his footing. He takes his winded foe by the head and guides her back up to her feet, then quickly takes her by the wrist and flings her toward the ropes. Khideep quickly takes to the air (and the second rope) once more, this time using her returned force to go heels over head in a graceful spin, launching her back elbow-first into the chest of the Icon. Caught off-guard by the student of Strife, the Toughest SOB in XWA pulls himself back up, slightly bewildered by the unexpected tactic. He rushes at Khideep, but she dives out of his path, slipping her boot into it before clapping the other across the back of his knee and toppling him with a drop toe hold.

As it begins to look like Ms. Horn is mounting a comeback, Xtreme rolls out to the ringside once more and under the apron. He comes up with a staple of the business, a steel chair, held firmly in hand but the momentary diversion from the ring was enough to give his opponent an opening. Khideep comes soaring over the top rope and down onto him, a clatter calling out as the weapon is caught between them, before they tumble to the ground before the guardrail. The pair clamor up to hands and knees and begin to crawl away from the suicide dive in opposite directions, Horn making her way up first and leaning against the corner of the railing for a moment's reprieve. She watches carefully as the Icon makes his way back up using the side of the ring, a hunger in her eyes as she waits for the time to strike. Once he lifts his head back up, she's already in motion - one foot pounding across a steel step, the next planting across apron before the throws herself soles forth into the One Man Militia, firing him back into the ringpost. The back of his head rocks off of it with a sickening sound and he claws at the pain in it, kicking his feet on the floor as she kips up to a few cheers from the crowd. Looking over to spot the siding still lifted, Khideep ventures under the ring herself, digging around until she comes up with a choice her opponent is quite familiar with. She raises the barbed-wire wrapped kendo stick high into the air for all to see as he starts to rise back up, taunting the crowd with it. She comes in for the swing as he turns to face her, but the Icon grabs the weapon mid-flight before it can do it's damage and drives a hard right hand to her chin, reclaiming his tool. Khideep stumbles back a pace, but not far enough to escape the reach of the twisted creation as it slams onto the crown of her head and takes the strength from her legs. She scrambles about, catching onto the guardrail and catching two more vicious thwacks across the back as she makes her way up, blood beginning to stain the back of her white top from the fresh tears in her flesh. As she forces herself up, a final slap of the bamboo catches her across the cheek, batting her flat. Xtreme pitches the shinai aside and picks up the fallen foe, dragging her back over to the table before lifting her and rolling her onto the top to a round of applause.

Xtreme wastes little time as he climbs up the steel stairs, grabbing onto the top rope and climbing up further until he's reached the summit. He cautiously balances himself, looking out among the screaming patrons and throwing a taunt to them to pump them up. He faces over toward his opponent and braces himself, but she suddenly takes notice of him and rolls off of the surface, saving her skin. Some jeers come back from the fans, disappointed that they weren't going to see the high risk move they'd gotten onto the edge of their seats for, when the Sumerian Sharpshooter suddenly darts for the squared circle. She presses his palms against the edge of the ring and flips herself upside down, doing a handstand and clapping her ankles around the neck of the Toughest SOB in XWA. Taken aback by the acrobatic and sudden tactic, Xtreme has no time to respond before he's yanked off of the corner and sent barreling toward the table. A thick crunch fills the air as he comes down through the middle of it, prompting the bell to sound out, nearly echoing about the hushed crowd. Khideep falls back into the apron, barely managing to find enough purchase to hold herself up and the referee, himself surprised by the handstand hurricanrana and the all too sudden conclusion to the bout, comes over and raises her arm into the air, the mixed reaction from the crowd lost upon Horn as she smiles and pumps her fist at her successful debut in XWA.

(Sorry, was working on building this up more. It's been a busy week, but I saw Xtreme's post and figured I didn't have to go over the top with it at this point anyhow :/)