As the bell rings out, the three competitors stare one another down, each waiting for the next to make a move. The brash, Middle-Eastern rookie breaks the stalemate, darting for the larger of her opponents. She leaps into Niko, knocking him back into the corner before beginning to pelt him with a series of hard blows to the bodies as the Baked Bohemian covers his head, unable to initially bring himself to strike a woman. The Intercontinental champion has no such qualms, however, taking Khideep by the hair and whipping her back, slamming the newcomer's lumbar down across his thigh and sending her rolling off to the outskirts of the ring. Niko, freed from his moral dilemma, comes out of the corner, firing away with a hard stiff kick to the midsection of the Son of Sin that sees him reeling back, nearly doubled over. Genero tosses himself back into the ropes, bounding off of them and rushing at the wounded Dante before leaping into the air, his patella jutted out before him and positioned for the jaw of the champion. Cross avoids the knee smash at the last moment, stepping out of the way. He grabs his opponent about the waist as he passes and pulls him back, rolling The Head up and pressing his shoulders to the mat in the hopes of calling it a night early.
A count of one can be heard from the official before Dante is flung forth from the still fresh Genero and into the ropes. He throws and arm over the top one, clinging to it before turning back to meet Niko. The Wayward Wanderer has wasted no time pulling himself back to, though, and slams into Cross with an outstretched arm, his force carrying both of them over the rope and down to ringside with a haphazard flop. The fans cry out with approval for this, happy to see Dante get nearly decapitated by the hard clothesline. The pair slowly gather themselves, getting back up to a vertical base. Once they have, Niko throws the first punch, catching Dante across the jawline before taking one on the lips. They exchange blows a couple of more times before something catches their attention out of the corner of their eyes. A human missile darts across the squared circle, their sights setting upon it just as it comes flying over the top rope. Horn recklessly throws herself into the men and causing them to collapse into a heap. She scrambles out from it, getting a mixed reaction from the Nova Scotia crowd and makes her way to the guardrail, grabbing onto it as she makes her way up to her feet. Dante and Niko are a bit slower to stir, but the Sumerian Sharpshooter has knocked the wind from herself amidst the suicide dive and the time taken to recover affords them the time to get up without interruption.
Khideep rushes Niko once more, the face side stepping her as his instincts still stop him from hurting a member of the fairer sex. As she slips past him, Dante drops down, slipping a foot in front of her and another behind, tripping the femme fatale and sending her face first into the steel steps with a sickening thud that garners a wince from the front row.
Getting back to his base to admire his handiwork, Dante is grabbed amid the chaos by his still standing rival and spun around before being shoved back into the ring. Niko climbs onto the apron and looks over the middle-eastern rookie, hands held tightly over her throbbing visage. The distraction betrays him, as the Son of Sin careens into him, slamming his shoulder into the solar plexus of The Baked Bohemian. He quickly rises to his height and takes Genero by the head, tucking it under his arm. He reciprocates the action, draping Niko's arm over his own shoulder before reaching over the ropes and grabbing the lip of his tights. He takes a second to garner his strength and then rips him off of the edge of the ring, crashing back down in the middle of the canvas with a thunderous report. With Niko supine in the middle of the ring and Khideep just now looking to get an uneasy leg under her, the champion wastes no time as he climbs the turnbuckles in hopes of hitting the Deadliest Moonsault Evermore. He flings himself backward, but notices to his alarm that Genero has begun to move just as he's left his perch. Cross aborts the mission, landing on his feet where his opponent lay just moments prior. The Head, having made his way back to his feet and seeing this turn of events, leaps onto the middle rope, baring down his weight before letting it throw him back. He spins around in midair, raising his arm high above him. As he nears Dante, he swings it down with all of his might, batting him to the mat with a force that shakes the ring. Having leveled his opponent with the springboard flying lariat, The Wayward Wanderer takes his place high atop the turnpost, balancing himself steadily as he looks down upon the dazed Dante.
The crowd goes wild, calling Niko's name again and again to cheer him on as he gets ready to nail the Smoked and blaze a victory for himself. He jumps from the top, putting his feet together to target all of his weight down onto one spot - which happens to be the chest of the Intercontinental Champion. As the slam down, compressing the torso of the Son of Sin and driving the oxygen from his lungs, a boot shoots up from the side courtesy of the trainee of last year's King of Xtreme, who has gathered herself and slipped back into the ring during all of this. The Sting catches XWA's Peculiar Pariah just behind the ear and sends him down to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Khideep drops down onto Dante, seizing the moment without a second spared, and hooks his leg. The referee slips into position and slaps the mat.
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The bell rings out as the foreign femme rolls out under the bottom rope, a sly grin across her face at her stolen victory.
((Sorry that it's a bit short, I have been sick the past few weeks and ended up kind of speed-writing tonight to get in what I could before the deadline.))
Subject: M2.) Niko L. Genero vs. Khideep Horn vs. Dante Cross 
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