Ted Cedar
"And we welcome you back to XWA: Vendetta, folks. Right now, you're witnessing the beginning stages of a 3-Way Dance consisting of three rather unique XWA Wrestlers!"

First up is the newcomer, Niko L. Genero, the 212-pounder claiming to be from the "top of the world." This individual has instantly become well-liked despite the shortness of his tenure here, but we're not taking anything away from him.

Xtreme Icon, the XWA Hall of Famer who has met Drake Dysfunction before and has come out on the losing end looks to hopefully correct that mistake as he looks to show us why he's been put in the Hall of Fame in the first place. Icon makes the first move once the sound of the bell is heard, motioning towards Drake Dysfunction; the former two-time XWA Intercontinental Champion, who he seems to think has been caught off-guard. Not the case for the former two-time XWA Intercontinental Champ, however, as he catches Icon by surprise with a boot to the gut before locking him in a front chancery. The 212-pounder that is Niko L. Genero then sees an opening. Seeing how Drake is preoccupied at the moment with the Icon himself, he sees THIS as HIS opening to strike. Charging forth is Genero, flying over Icon who has managed to back Drake into the corner while in his precarious state, ultimately catching Drake in the jaw with a Superman Punch of sorts. This rocks Drake, but fortunately, he has the corner to hold himself up, but on the downside, he has released Xtreme Icon. "The Xtreme One" back rolls, ultimately getting to a knee in the center of the ring, watching on as Genero attempts to steal the thunder he has spent a number of years (3, I believe) conjuring up. Icon ain't having that shizz.

Ted Cedar
"This match looks to be SLOBBER KNOCKER of sorts, for it's literally ANYONE'S ball to possess."

Joey Miles
"And surely these three 'xtremists' have the 'ca-jone-eses' to back up the smack they talk here in the X-Dubya-mother fuckin'-A, especially that the Xtreme Icon, who looks to kick some ass here!"

The newest addition to the Vendetta commentary team, Joey Miles, DOES have some sense made here. This is a Triple Threat Match, meaning that it can get out of control at any moment. How, you ask? Well, Joey just told you as did I. Icon ain't having that shizz, so what did he do? He went to the corner where he had his kendo stick resting and picked it up, lifting it with one hand high above his head to a positive ovation from the hardcore XWA fans in attendance who can surely predict what comes next when it comes to a wrestler wielding a weapon. Icon approaches Genero and Dysfunction just as Genero is laying it into Drake Dysfunction with the rapid successions of kicks and punches. As he looks to have this in his favor, however....

BAM!!!!!

Ted Cedar
"Oh sweet mother of gawd. Icon sandwiches BOTH men in that corner!"

Indeed. Icon put his whole body into this one as he stinger splashed Genero into Drake Dysfunction in the corner. Both Genero and Drake look dazed and confused, with Drake feeling worse effects from it. Icon grabs a-hold of Niko Genero and locks him in a front chancery before taking his arm and placing it overhead. A suplex perhaps? The next thing you see is Niko L. Genero leaving his feet as Icon pulls him up into the air, crying out to the heavens as plants him right down onto his spinal column with the suplex. Icon then crawls over to Niko and hooks the leg, only to have what was almost a pin attempt broken up early via a dropkick to the side of Icon's head from Drake Dysfunction. The kick cases Icon to rolls of his opposition as he favors the head, letting us know he's pain. This time, DRAKE takes advantage now, shoving his opposition in Xtreme Icon with his boot just as he's about to get up to a footed base. While Icon makes it to a corner and Drake has his focus mainly on Xtreme Icon, he fails to notice who comes up from behind. He soon finds out as he's forced to do a 180. The next thing he sees is Niko's fist before he blacks out for a second after taking a blatant punch right in-between the eyes. Drake backs up into Xtreme Icon before Niko grabs him by the arm. Before you know it, Drake is whipped to the other corner, however not before he reverses it, whipping Genero instead. Once Genero hits the corner back-first, Drake goes charging towards Genero. Luckily, the man from the top of the world lifts up his boot and Drake metaphorically eats the sole of his boot. Staggering from that shot, Drake can do nothing about Genero wanting to go higher up in this one. In seconds, Genero is seated upon the top turnbuckle, beckoning for Drake to come closer.

Joey Miles
"Where's this guy from again? Top of the fucking food chain or some shit?"

Ted Cedar
"Top of the WORLD, Joey."

Joey Miles
"Fuckin' LAME! My choice is WAY better!"

Just when Genero seems to have Drake where he wants him, Drake grabs hold of his boot and literally yanks him off the top turnbuckle, landing on his back on the canvas. Genero doesn't stay on his back for long, though, for Drake grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet in an instant. He whips Genero and Genero goes running....RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK OUT OF NOWHERE FROM XTREME ICON!!! The fans go crazy after seeing this signature move from the Icon and Genero smacks the canvas with his back, looking to be completely out-cold. Drake is stunned by this, looking at a pissed off Xtreme Icon, he places his hand out and opens and closes it, basically telling Drake to bring it the fuck on.

Joey Miles
"Shit just got fucking real, TED! Hit the fan, that shit did! Hit the fucking FAN!"

Drake sprints forwards, going for a clothesline that misses due to Icon ducking it. No matter, he has a plan B; ALL wrestlers have to have a plan B. His back hits the ropes and he comes running off of those ropes. However, this brings on his downfall as Icon takes his hand and latches onto the atoms apple of the former IC Champ. Drake begins gagging out of desperation as Icon prepares him for the ride of lifetime. However when desperation comes, a desperate attempt to escape follows and it shows as Drake rakes the eyes of the Icon. Icon screams in pain following this illegal move, but it releases Drake from the hold. Drake follows this up from behind Icon now that his (Icon) back is turned TO Drake. Drake wraps his arms around the waist and hoists him up into the air before planting him back-first with the German suplex. Drake maintains a bridge for a pin attempt following the German 'plex and the referee makes the count.

Referee
"ONE....TWO!"

While the ref was making the count, on the apron was Niko L. Genero, watching on. He didn't want to take any chances of losing, so he did what he could. With his hands clutched to the top rope, he left his feet and turned in mid-air before landing on the top rope in a seated position, then falling back into a moonsault. The ref stops the count. All the fans and the commentators and ESPECIALLY Drake Dysfunction knowing what happened. Before "The Demolitionist" could escape from the bridge on Icon, Niko dropped right on his midsection, completing the Asai Moonsault. It's here that Niko hooks the leg of "The Dysfunctional One".

Referee
"ONE....TWO..."

And we see Drake Dysfunction get the shoulder up. The referee signifies to Niko that it was indeed a two count and not enough to get him the win. No matter. Niko's not the type of cat to give up. He grabs Dysfunction by the head and pulls him up to a footed base, proceeding to irish whip the competitor into the ropes. Little does Niko know that behind lies in-wait the Hall of Famer, Xtreme Icon, who almost-instantly makes his presence felt by way of a forearm shot to the back of the head. Niko reacts inthe according fashion by darting forwards, falling face-first into the canvas as Drake comes running back after having rebounded off the ropes due to the earlier Irish whip. Dysfunction goes running, having XTREME ICON in his sights now. Icon preps himself for the oncoming competitor, having a trick or two up his imaginary sleeve only serving to be imaginary due to the fact that an actual physical sleeve is not present on his shirt. He stops Drake in his tracks with a boot to the gut that also serves as a way to double him over. Once having him in this position, Icon thrusts the head in-between his thighs, grabbing both arms and underhooking them. We could be seeing the H-Factor here, but it's sadly (for Icon) not the case, for NIKO L. GENERO returns to the fold, clocking the HoFer with a clothesline, almost-literally knocking him out of his footwear. Icon goes down....Niko picks up the "pieces", the pieces being Drake Dysfunction. Dysfunction catches Niko by surprise, catching him in the mouth with a right-hand jab followed by a lefty and then a righty. This combination continues until NIKO blocks a righty, before handing Drake a lefty of his own. Then, as you'd expect, the trade-off between both light heavyweights begin as Drake and Niko fire at each other with a shit-load of fury. The fans cannot help but to get behind both men, chanting "YES's" for Niko and "NO's" for Drake Dysfunction. As the trade-offs continue, both men fail to notice that the Icon has gotten back up to his feet. He seems to be enjoying the trade-off, but now playtime's over. Icon ruins the moment, interjecting himself via a double clothesline to the two individuals, knocking 'em down to the floor.

Joey Miles
"DAMMIT! I WAS HAVING FUN WITH THAT!"

Ted Cedar
"What a session THAT was! It's ANYONE'S ball game, at this point!"

Joey Miles
"This ain't fuckin' BASEBALL! What you watchin' over there, you mother fuckin' SENILE?"

Icon screams to the crowd, getting them hyped and shit as Drake and Niko make it to their feet. Icon turns around, the innovator of the H-Factor getting clobbered with a double clothesline. Drake and Niko seem to be working together, but the idea of that happening is quickly deemed as falsified as Drake leaves his feet, swinging his leg before he catches the side of Niko's head, the smacking sound of Drake's foot meeting Niko's head is audacious. The entire crowd heard the impact of that standing enzuiguri that sends Niko to the floor. Drake promptly stays on top of his offense, reaching down and picking up Niko, pulling him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Niko, still being rocked from that enzuiguri, does nothing to counter this next move as Drake spins him out of the fireman's carry, making him do a facebuster, completing the D-5. The fans are raucous here tonight after young one "eats" the canvas. Before Drake can do anything else, here comes Xtreme Icon ruin his short-lived mini-celebration. The self-proclaimed "Toughest Hall of Famer in the XWA" catches Drake by surprise, locking in his patented finisher the Tazzmission. However, this standing variation leads to him hoisting Drake off his feet and sending him backwards with the Tazzmissionplex. Drake lands on the back of his head hard, and you know it must hurt like a bitch with how he's favoring the neck and screaming out. Xtreme Icon then looks down upon the downed Niko L. Genero and then the figurative light bulb goes off over his head. He instantly drops down over Niko and hooks the leg.

Referee
"ONE....TWO...THR-"

Ted Cedar
"Kickout from NIKO! The match still goes on! Icon has to do more to win this."

Indeed he does, and he's looking to do just that. As he rests on his knees, Icon sees Niko attempting to get to his feet, shaking off some of the affects he got from hitting the canvas via the D-5 maneuver. Icon then decides to stand to his feet and back away from Niko, spacing himself out from his opposition before he backs up into the corner and crouches slightly.

Joey Miles
"Either he's about to take a fucking shit or he's going for a spear...."

Ted Cedar
"I'm gonna go with the spear..."

Icon twiddles his fingers in front of his face as Edge would before HIS spear. Niko is just about able to get to his feet, with help from the ropes but he's able to get up nonetheless. When he DOES turn around to face Icon and Icon goes running, he's instantly stopped in his tracks once he sees Drake motioning. He can do nothing but feel a few fillings in his teeth come loose as he falls victim to the Dysfunction Kick. Icon goes down back-first onto the canvas, looking to be out-cold. Drake turns his attention to Niko, whom he sets up for the D-4 as he staggers into him. However, Niko starts elbowing him hard in the side of the head, getting out of this predicament before following up with a surprise Hurricanrana. Drake naturally rolls onto his back, hitting the canvas hard, but the hurricanrana does it's job of disorienting it's opponent even though they're able to get up afterwards. As Drake gets up, he's become easy prey for the man who's now rebounding off the ring ropes and running towards him. Next thing you know, Niko's lifting his leg and thrusting the boot into Dysfunction's face with the Running Big Boot that sends Drake down onto the canvas. While Drake is down, favoring his face from that shot from the boot, Niko's still on the move, rebounding off the ropes again, this time leaping into the air and ultimately landing on Drake's chest with the Double Foot Stomp that causes Drake to forcefully and unwillingly exhale. From there, Niko hooks the leg.

Referee
"ONE....TWO...TH-"

Drake gets the shoulder up. From there, Niko jumps from his knees to his feet, pulling Drake's upper body off the mat and putting him in a seated position. Niko then makes his stance before taking the leg and swinging it before having it collide with the chest of the "Demolitionist". He repeats the frictional process again, each kick becoming faster in sequence and harder in impact. After the 6th kick, Genero cries out a battle cry, screaming "THIS ONE GUY...." before clocking him with the Buzzsaw Kick. This looks to put Drake to sleep right away as he simply goes limp, dropping his upper frame back down on the canvas. Niko then points towards the corner, looking at every side of the venue where there are fans present, hearing their supporting cheers as he hints at officially ending it. He first makes his way over to the nearest corner and begins the short-ass journey to the top turnbuckle. Once there, he maintains his balance, slowly elevating himself from the perched position until he's standing tall on the turnbuckle, the majority of the XWA symbolically standing with him as they get out of their seats. Right there and then, however, Niko suddenly loses his balance, ultimately crotching himself on the turnbuckle. This occurs due to the fact that XTREME ICON has tripped him up, clipping his legs from the front. From here, bloody mouth and all, Icon ascends to the level that Niko L. Genero is at, and "XWA's Peculiar Pariah" is in trouble.

Ted Cedar
"Icon caught him there! I believe he was about to hit a high-flying move on Drake Dysfunction to possibly end this match, bu that certainly isn't the case here. The Hall of Famer has thwarted Niko's attempt."

Icon places the arm of Niko L. Genero over his head, prepping for a super plex perhaps. However, the fighting spirit of young Niko here sees Xtreme Icon take a raincheck on this move as we see Mr. Genero pummel the lung area with his fist before grabbing him by the head and giving him a solid but effective headbutt that sees Icon fall backwards, avalanching down onto the canvas back-first. Icon's in pain here but remains motionless, which gives Niko the opportunity to dish out what he was previously gonna dish out on DRAKE DYSFUNCTION. Speaking of the former 2x Intercontinental Champion, as Niko stands high and tall on the turnbuckle again, we see Drake move in with cat-like agility, leaping up to the top turnbuckle and applying the set-up to the D-4 on "The Baked Bohemian". Once Drake has this applied, in quick sequential action, we see both men go airborne, Drake taking Niko for a ride as both men rotate in mid-air, Drake performing a moonsault and Niko following along with a front sault. Ultimately, both men land on the canvas, Niko crash-landing on his back, having just been hit with the D-4 avalanche-style.

Ted Cedar
"Good god!!!!!"

Joey Miles
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!"

The fans begin chanting "HOLY SHIT!" over and over again while the small minority chant "XWA!" Drake and Niko lay in a heap, both men on their backs, inhaling and exhaling heavily. Meanwhile, Icon slowly crawls over to one of the men, having witnessed what went down and now-seeing the opportunity to have this win in the bag. With the toughest son of a bitch in the Xtreme Wrestling Association ever-being the toughest opportunist in XWA history, we see him go for the cover and Ryu Sanu perform the count.

Referee
"ONE....TWO...TH-"

DRAKE DYSFUNCTION kicks out! Xtreme Icon doesn't stop and mope, though. He then crawls over to the OTHER guy in this match, hopping to NOT get the same result he just got as he covers Niko now.

Referee
"ONE....TWO...THREE?"

NO!

The referee stops the count and Xtreme Icon is baffled at first, but then Ryu Sanu points out the reason why this match is continuing.

Ted Cedar
"How the hell did he get his foot on the bottom rope? That's hella ring awareness by the young Niko L. Genero!!!"

Icon puts on his "Aww! COME ON!" face, moaning and groaning as he gets to a footed base. Looking over to his side now, he sees Drake Dysfunction picking himself up, provided now that he's a major bullseye that Icon can hit. "The One Man Montana Militia" measures up Drake Dysfunction. Drake staggeringly turns around and gets a boot to the gut for his troubles. He now finds himself as a victim as Xtreme Icon calls for the H-Factor. The man hooks one arm, but before he can hook the other one, Drake spins out from underneath him and then in one fluid motion grabs the head of the Icon in a three-quarter facelock. However, the Icon has been in this predicament enough times to know when to escape, so he shoves off Drake Dysfunction, preventing him from possibly hitting the Dysfunctional Hell. Drake turns around and starts for Icon, but the Montana native boots Dysfunction in the gut AGAIN, tucking him underneath AGAIN, going for the H-Factor.....AGAIN!!! He gets to underhook BOTH arms this time, but the next thing that happens definitely catches Xtreme Icon by surprise THIS time. Drake musters up the strength to hoist the 240 pounder up into the air and overhead, planting him down on the mat. With both of Icon's arms now-trapped behind his back, Drake maintains his weight on the Icon as this proves to be a variation of a pin attempt. Ryu Sanu quickly does his job.

Referee
"ONE....TWO..."

Ted Cedar
"Oh man! He saves the match-up!"

Indeed. One must have thought that Drake could have stolen one here, but in came NIKO GENERO to make the save by stomping on the gut of "The Dysfunctional One" as a way of breaking the pin attempt. The chain wrestler grabs the head of "The Demolitionist" and locks it in a front chancery in the center of the ring, calling for the Threedom of the Mind. However, before he can do anything, his eyes widen as he sees an oncoming and po'd Xtreme Icon. Niko manages to boot Icon in the gut and then locks on a front chancery on HIM. Now both Drake Dysfunction AND Xtreme Icon are in terrible predicaments....and it ends with both their heads hitting spiking the mat.

Joey Miles
"Double fucking WHAMMY with that Double DDT! Niko's the man, now!"

Niko belts out a scream of courage and of intensity as he gets the fans riled up and on his side for sure. He summons BOTH men to his feet, whichever man is to be the unlucky one up first. It looks like it's the Hall of Famer as Niko sprints forwards and knocks Icon off his feet by driving his knee dead in the face with the Flying Knee Smash. Icon's down and it looks like things are on in Niko's favor....until he turns around, that is. Why do I say that? Because once Niko DOES turn around, he's met with a Roundhouse Kick to the face, and ode to the one and only Chuck Norris, if you will. Before Niko hits the ground, he's grabbed by the head and tucked underneath Dysfunction. Drake then grabs him by the waist and flips him upwards, Niko now laying on the right shoulder before being turned around and driving down and driven into the mat with a spike DDT!

Ted Cedar
"The Dysfunctional Disaster! Dysfunctional Disaster by Drake Dysfunction!!!"

Following getting DDT'd, Niko gets turned onto his back and Drake hooks the leg.

Referee
"ONE....TWO...THREE!!!!"

DING DING DING!!!

Laura Watts
"Here is your winner.....DRAKE DYSFUNCTION!!!"

The ref's hand falls down for the third and final time in this match just as Xtreme Icon was going to save the match-up, but it's already too late. Drake Dysfunction grabs Icon by the head and tucks HIM underneath before flipping HIM up onto the shoulder now, and to a chorus of booing fans, Drake hits Xtreme Icon with the Dysfunctional Disaster as well, having flipped him and planted him downwards with a DDT. Dysfunction stands tall over Niko and Icon now as the referee raises the hand of the victor. After a few seconds, Drake snatches his hand away from the referee and calls for a mic. He receives one after a stagehand had entered the ring to give him one. He raises the mic to his lips.

Ted Cedar
"I think he has something to say."

Joey Miles
"No shit, boss!"

Drake Dysfunction
"Why so hostile, fans? I DID say these men were going to get a dose of Dysfunctional Disaster didn't I?"

The fans still boo him

Drake Dysfunction
"I made good on my promise tonight....and whether it be the next Vendetta, Cyberslam, or the Vendetta after that, I'll make good on another promise: D-Volution? JHalc, I'm coming for my title and nothing you can do or say will stop me....and David Michaels?"

Small pop for the cowboy.

Drake Dysfunction
"...keep that world title warm for me, will ya?"

He winks at the camera before dropping the mic and leaving the ring through the ropes, then walking up the ramp.

Ted Cedar
"Did he....did he just challenge D-Volution for their individual titles?"

Joey Miles
"Hell of a statement this guy just made. He's fucking serious, Ted."

Ding Ding Ding!

The bell rings and Drake Dysfunction goes right for Xtreme Icon with something to prove, flying past Niko Genero  with a forearm smash, knocking the crowd favourite Icon into the corner behind him.   Determined to make a statement, Drake unleashes a stiff chop to Icon’s chest, amplified throughout the arena before Drake wrangles Icon by the neck and storms him right past Genero and against the ring ropes, as if Niko wasn’t even there or worse, that he was hardly a threat at all.  Willing to let it go this time, Niko watches on with his hands on his hops as Drake presses Icon for an irish-whip, only to lay waste to the Hall Of Famer’s chest with another punishing chop and Icon grits his teeth and seethes intensely in reaction, glaring Drake in the eye as Dysfunction pulls his palm back for chop number three, however Niko cuts in on this dance to grab Drake and force him into the corner, unleashing his a knife-edge  chop of his own which rivals, if not surpasses Drake’s level of ferocity, Drake’s legs kicking upward dramatically behind the blow.  Icon has recovered and with bad intentions, shoving Niko aside for a vicious chop of his own, Icon taking a step back to Niko, implying “After you” and Genero willingly obliges, brutalising Drake’s chest with another chop and Drake jumps backwards in surprise and howls dramatically, the chop-off begins.


Ted Cedar
“Chop for chop, both Niko and Icon are working together here, doing a real number on Drake!”

Joey Miles
“You think that’s impressive, lets wait until they start playin butt bongo and really gay it up!”

Ted Cedar
“Let’s not!”

Joey Miles
“Copa cabanas, get it?!”


Drake’s chest turning beet-red as the chops fly from both sides, Genero matching Xtreme Icon chop for chop, showing he can hang with the XWA heavyweight. Both Niko and Icon taking an arm of Dysfunction each and slinging him across the ring and at the ring ropes for an irish-whip, and Drake bounces back into double elbows to the face, thrilling the crowd and now the Xtreme/Genero show comes to an end as Niko sets his attentions to blasting Icon in the face with a forearm, tumbling Icon backwards with another delivery.  As passionate as Niko is through his punches, Icon is a fighter, coming back to both block and clock Niko in the typical fashion, working Genero into a temporary daze before flinging him through the air with a low altitude snap suplex, no sooner than Icon had performed the feat, Drake is back to club Icon from behind and throw him recklessly aside, booting Niko in the face with a stiff kick before picking him up across his shoulders and the crowd rise for a possible D-5, thrown into revolution but Genero has too many options and too much agility just yet, landing knees bent on the mat behind Drake, before blasting Drake between the eyes with a backflip kick!


Joey Miles
“That;s number eight nine in the Karma Sutra manual, fuckface! Hahahaha!!!”

Ted Cedar
“Niko L. Genero hits an amazing innovation, some kind of pele enzuigiri combination!”

Joey Miles
“Some kind of whaaat? I can do one of those in my pool and senton my balls!”


The dull and distinct knock is drowned out in cheers of surprise from the raucous Texas crowd, as Niko barely finds his feet on the mat before Xtreme Icon bulldozes a wayward Drake to the mat in a double leg, looking for the punches however the clever Drake continues rolling Icon up in the momentum to come out on top, sitting on Icon with a leg-hooked pin.  “1…2..” Not to be, with Icon kicking out full of fire.  All three men rise to their feet and stand poised, Niko speaking for everyone when he jokes “Let’s try this again shall we?” and the crowd laugh.  All three men shift around the ring, much more seriously now and this time around, Drake doesn’t take his eye off Niko, who doesn’t take his eye off Drake either, but who’s watching Xtreme Icon, who blasts both Genero and Dysfunction at once with a running dropkick, one boot each, knocking the formation apart like billiard balls on the break!  Of the two men tumbling across the mat, Drake finds his feet first and pursues the Hall Of Famer, Icon, grabbing at him but the slightly shorter Icon is an elusive one, and trips Drake on his face with a drop-toe, Genero charges at them both but Icon practically defies gravity with a nip-up Arm drag and Niko is thrust back across the mats, the impressive move costing the fraction of time Icon needed to see Drake  coming, as Drake ploughs Icon in the face with an early, but necessary DRAKE KICK right into Icon’s skull.
Ted Cedar
“DRAKE KICK!!”

Joey Miles
“Yeaaah son… fucked his ass up!!!”


The impact is tremendous and Xtreme Icon lethargically drops to the mat, leaving Drake and Niko together in the ring as the active competitors, and both men shift from boot to boot, trading steeled stares, charging and clashing in the centre of the ring with a ferocious collar and elbow impact!  Niko quickly surprises his veteran opponent into a side headlock, their bodies bending the ring-ropes as they push back on them but Drake is able to thrust Niko forward with a shove and into a continuous sprint at the opposing set of ropes, not waiting for Niko and in fact intercepting Genero with a handspring from the ropes behind him to deliver a hi-impact enzuigiri, making contact with Niko’s cheekbone, which audibly cracks.  Genero hits the mat dead centre of the ring, Drake springs into a standing shooting star press yet Niko rolls to safety, leaving Drake to fall flat on his stomach, Genero nips up, looking to dropkick Drake while he’s down however Drake lifts from the mat with a push-up, impressively saving himself,


Joey Miles
“The hell was that. this aint yoga dickhead!… FOUL!”

Ted Cedar
“You are really getting on my…”

Joey Miles
“Ah shut your dickhole, Ted!”


already on his feet before Niko to grab him at the wrist and sling him for an irish-whip, Genero counters with a reversal irish-whip of his own, Drake counters Niko’s counter, skipping upon the top rope perfectly with a nimble leap, springboarding back with a Plancha but Niko catches him up with a Canadian backbreaker rack, spinning him into a Shoulderbreaker however Drake will not be denied, stamping down on both boots to rear back and grab Drakes knee from beneath him and stretch Niko out, heaving him up with the knee still in his possession to slam it across the mat!  Drake parades around Niko dusting off his palms with a smirk and the crowd applaud the action, as Genero and Dysfunction keep them entertained in Icon’s absence.  Speaking of Icon, the Hall Of Famer stirs on the ringside, but back to Drake, only Drake, scooping Niko only to put him right back where he came from with a stiff scoop slam, Niko’s body arching as he curls and Drake fingers Nikos head and neck, pulling him upon his feet before setting him up for a suplex lift however Genero resists the throw with a hook of his leg around Drake’s, and pops Drake to the mat with a snap swinging Neckbreaker!


Joey Miles
“God, I love El Generico!”


For no reason, Niko Genero huddles in the corner, and wishes himself away to a happy place.