A guitar echoes through the arena when suddenly the explosive drums of Andy Rourke blast the PA. The soft, melancholy voice of Stephen Morrissey echoes as Johnny Marr breaks the melody with a powerchord. Alex Legendary stands at the top of the ramp as "How Soon is Now?" plays behind him.

Smith: And here comes some misery.

Brunswick: Legendary is one of the most miserable human beings in PRW and he makes his opponent's day a whole lot worse.

Smith: I wonder what he has in mind?

Alex rolls into the ring and stares at Bob Saget who doesn't dare utter a word. Alex holds out his hand and he hands him a microphone. Bob rolls out of the ring and waits patiently for Alex to finish his announcement. The music stops as Alex holds the mic up to his lips; a trail of boos following him wherever he goes.

Legendary: It's been almost too easy. I remember one of my first matches here, I beat the Godfather.

The crowd cheers at the mention of Vinchenzo's nomenclature.

Legendary: I made him tap with a Texas Cloverleaf; old finisher. I made lots of people tap with that hold but this event was special. At the time, he was the European champion. I beat the European champion and what did I get for my hard work? My tenacity. My pure, unmatched skill?

Alex pauses and looks out the crowd who is still taunting him.

Legendary: I got jack, friggen squat. I beat so many but all I have to show for it is one brief reign as X-Division champion. I don't know if you know this but I can give a rat's ass about the X-Division or it's title. I am too damn good to let myself settle for mediocre when I know what I am capable of. So, here I am. Climbing the ranks of the International title and so far, I've made it to number two. Marcus Falco never showed up and Spardis lost the belt, moving everyone up one spot right after that happened; hardly a surprise because Jason neglected to even show up for our match years ago and that's how I was crowned X-Division champion. It's been far too easy. Three years ago I busted my ass to just get on pay per view. I fought for honor and the prestige of victory and had nothing to show for it. Now I just call out guys who are still ranked on paper and wait here for a minute and poof, title shot is right in my grasp. I didn't do a damn thing and I'm almost the #1 contender of the International title.

Alex pulls the mic away as he shakes his head.

Legendary: Let's make this quick. AleXtreme, just keep on doing whatever the hell it is your doing. Let the ref count you out, let me have the spot and we'll both be happy. But, if you so much as stick your nose through that curtain I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life, drag you back, and start over again.

Alex hands the mic back to Bob Saget.

Brunswick: The challenge has been made.

Smith: I wonder how this is gonna end?

As the brash Alex Legendary awaits AleXtreme’s arrival, the arena lights fail, though everything isn’t engulfed in complete darkness for long. Red lights flash menacingly in unison with the violent guitar chugs of Evile’s “Thrasher.” The Extreme One does not waste any time as he somewhat expeditiously walked down the ramp. As he approached the ring, his music was cut off and the lights returned to normal. He had a mic in his hand and was preparing to speak in it.

AleXtreme- Legendary, you won’t be taking anything from me. I didn’t return just so I could hand off this coveted spot to you. For your brash, arrogant words, I will show you the meaning of a thrashing.

AleXtreme drops the mic and slides under the ropes, surprisingly undisturbed. The Extreme One and his adversary both prepare themselves for what has the potential to be a long bout.

OOC- Quick little something. Good luck.

DING DING DING

Right out of the gate, Legendary tackles Xtreme to the canvas and starts wailing on him with repeated hammer fists to the head and face. AleX does his best to block the shots but enough make it through to cause the number one contender some concern.

Brunswick: AleXtreme actually meets the call of the challenger and Legendary not forgiving him at all.

Smith: Did he just say "thrashing?"

Brunswick: I believe so.

Smith: I say AleXtreme should lose for poor word choice alone.

The referee pulls Legendary off for using the closed fist but Alex corrects him saying he was only using the bottom of his fist: a legal strike. The ref allows it but it's too late as AleXtreme is already back to his feet.

Brunswick: The ref distracting Legendary and AleXtreme is able to get to his feet.

Legendary looks over at the number one contender with an evil gleam in his eye as he smirks and invites Xtreme into a collar-and-elbow tie-up.

Brunswick: Should AleX meet Legendary's challenge he would have absolutely no chance of getting the upper hand; Legendary is too damn smart. Xtreme's best bet would be to stick and move.

Smith: "Stick and move." Funny, that's what all your neighbors call visiting your mom.

Brunswick: How about you spice it up a little? As much as my mother gets laid, according to you, she must be sore. How about giving my Granny Fran a go at the countless black men, mailmen, horses, and you?

Smith: You just burned yourself!

Brunswick: And?

Smith: And in turn it has burned me because now I've got nothing.

Brunswick: So can you focus on the match?

Smith: I guess.

Xtreme sizes up Legendary and decides he wants to try his luck. He and The Epic lock up, Legendary hooks AleX's right arm under his left and clutches his opposite wrist with his free hand. Whatever he has in mind does not come to fruition as Xtreme manages to bale Legendary over with a hip toss! Legendary sits up stunned.

Brunswick: AleXtreme gets the best of Legendary on that exchange and Alex looks pissed.

Xtreme, not aware of his opponent's technical prowess, applies a reverse chinlock on Legendary.

Brunswick: Legendary on the defensive; not a familiar place for him. Let's see if he can out-wit the big man.

Xtreme wrenches in the hold seemingly unopposed by the challenger. The Epic sits there, thinking, as blood is being cut off from his brain by the forearm and tricep of his opponent. Suddenly, Alex reaches back and grabs Xtreme's arm right above his wrist and pulls on some skin; testing its elasticity but for what. Satisfied, Alex wipes his taped wrist into the blade of AleXtreme's forearm, grabs onto the dried limb underneath his chin, tucks his elbow into his side and turns his wrist: dragging skin, muscle, and bone with it. Not only does the move force Xtreme's arm to turn but his hand also opens; allowing Legendary to escape.

Smith: Folks, this is one for the record books. Alex Legendary just used Tiger Claw technique to escape the hold.

Xtreme looks perplexed and stunned, turning to the ref and just checking to see if what Legendary could possibly be illegal. The referee allows it on the grounds of uncertainty. Xtreme shrugs and meets his opponent in the middle of the ring. Alex steps in and holds his fist out in front of AleXtreme. AleX slaps the hand away with minimal effort but allows Legendary to grab ahold of the striking hand with his free hand. Alex pushes AleX's own hand towards his chest; naturally bending the arm. With his now recoiled free arm, Legendary forces the back of his elbow up on the underside of AleXtreme's arm. Using his forearm, The Epic forces AleXtreme over but Xtreme manages to roll through with all limbs in tact.

Brunswick: Legendary keeping the very old school momentum going by using a Tai Chi grappling technique nearly successfully on AleXtreme.

Smith: That's just the nature of this match. AleXtreme, painfully new school with convoluted, unnecessarily dangerous, WTF offense while Alex Legendary is using Kung Fu grappling techniques that date back before Christ.

The larger man in the contest, AleXtreme seems hesitant to engage the consummate grappler. Xtreme and Legendary circle one another. Xtreme begins to pick up speed as does Legendary, the two practically running after one another until Xtreme breaks from the circle and hits the ropes. Alex drops down as Xtreme comes off the rebound, the larger AleX leaps over his opponent, turns, and drives his elbow into Legendary's lower back. Keeping the pressure on, Xtreme mounts The Epic's back and pulls up on his chin in a Camel Clutch variant before swinging his right arm back and smashing Alex's face with a crossface. He winds up again and repeats the strike with the same effectiveness.

Brunswick: AleXtreme taking it to his fellow Chicagoan.

Smith: You'd think these guys would get along better.

Brunswick: That would be the case but Chicago is a city divided. Some people are Cubs fans and others just hate the White Sox.

AleXtreme finishes his flurry of crossfaces and gets off of Legendary; who seems ill prepared for this match. Xtreme stands over Legendary's head as he lies face down. Alex hooks Xtreme's ankle; shoulder-to-shin and the spine of the forearm against the all-too-vulnerable Achilles Tendon of AleXtreme. Legendary holds on to the ankle while Xtreme just seems to be annoyed. The Epic posts to a knee as he holds on to the leg. AleX clubs Legendary across the back but Alex still holds onto the non-painful-yet-restricting hold. Xtreme turns to the ref, whom he asks to make sense of Legendary's actions. The ref doesn't provide an answer but Legendary does as drives forward against Xtreme's knee joint and takes the larger man down. Alex ducks his head under The Extreme One's free leg and sits up; forcing The Revolution to flip onto his stomach. Legendary quickly kicks his raised leg over AleX's body; pivoting on the knee and cinching in the Half Crab.

Brunswick: Nice Half Crab applied by Legendary. Hopefully he can get some momentum going.

Legendary pulls back on the hold, adding pressure to the trapped tendon. Xtreme tries to fight the hold but Legendary has it in too tight. Suddenly, Alex kicks his leg back over and traps The Extreme One's leg in a toe hold. He turns his body so he's facing his trapped opponent and lays across AleXtreme's back; twisting the knee and applying pressure to the toe hold.

Brunswick: An original toe hold applied by Alex Legendary. And Dr. Wrestling might be making house calls!

Smith: Wow, that was lame.

Xtreme lays on the canvas with the toe hold applied. While uncomfortable, the pain is bearable but still taxing on his knee joint. Acting quickly, AleXtreme posts up on his hands; arching his back. He begins to crawl towards the ropes when suddenly he feels a sharp pain in his ribs: Legendary's foot. Legendary holds The Revolution's leg in place with his right arm as he uses his right leg to kick AleXtreme in the ribs. Legendary gets a handful of shots in before AleX tucks his arms in to his sides to block the shots. Looking for a new opening, Legendary modifies the toe hold. He crosses his legs so his right knee is against the back of AleXtreme's respective limb. He sits up and Xtreme's trapped foot is against Alex's shoulder. Not wasting any time, Legendary lays in repeated slaps to the exposed thigh of AleXtreme. AleX turns, exposing his front, and allows Legendary to bear hug the trapped thigh. All at once, Legendary lays back and compresses Xtreme's leg. He lets out a yelp as the Russian Calf Crush is complete.

Brunswick: Alex Legendary demonstrating a Sambo technique. A paralyzing hold that compresses the calf and the hamstring while tearing the ligaments of the knee and stretching the quad. Amazing he was even able to get it on outside of a half-guard.

Impressive as it is, it's a beast and is tearing the leg of AleXtreme apart from the inside out. The ref asks if he wants to submit but the number one contender says no. Too busy to stop him, Xtreme sees this as a dire opportunity to get to the ropes and force a break. With his free leg and arms, he scoots himself towards the ropes. A difficult enough task with an added 220 plus pounds on your leg, the weight in question here is also inflicting major amounts of pain. AleX crawls on his ass with abandon, with every inch comes his freedom. He crawls until finally he can reach out and grab the bottom rope: breaking the hold.

Brunswick: AleXtreme earning his freedom there. That Calf Crush is a killer and he earned every inch he crawled.

Legendary lets go and rolls backwards to his knees before standing. AleXtreme is not that lucky and needs the ropes to assist him. He stands, putting the brunt of his weight on his left leg, and beckons Legendary over. Alex grins as he circles to The Revolution's right; practically licking his chops as he eyes the weakened stem of his opponent.

Brunswick: Not good. Alex Legendary has just picked the limb.

Smith: Oh, I remember this. He would pick a part of the body to focus most of his attention on and proceed to detach it.

AleX backs away from Legendary, holding onto the ropes for support. The ref stands between them as legally, AleXtreme can't participate in the action. Legendary asks the ref to intervene in order to keep the action going. He obliges, turning towards the larger AleX and telling him to fight. The distraction proves itself as Legendary pulls the unsuspecting AleXtreme out of the ring by his hurt leg. The Extreme One does not fall as he steps onto the arena floor but The Epic still has hold of his weakened leg. He traps his foot underneath his arm and pulls him towards the barricade. AleX obliges only to find his footing and not find himself on his back. Legendary stops right in front of the barrier and gives AleXtreme the finger. Xtreme takes a few wild swings but none connect to the other wrestler. Legendary snaps back and twists, sending AleXtreme's knee into the barricade with a Dragon Screw!

Brunswick: A Dragon Screw into the barricade and AleXtreme's knee just bent sideways as it hit the guard rail!

Smith: If he was smart, he would give up at the first chance Legendary gives him.

Alex looks over at AleXtreme who is holding his knee and grimacing. He gets up off the floor and rolls into the ring, leaving AleXtreme outside with the remaining count which is at 6. But then he rolls back outside of the ring, refreshing the 10 count. Legendary goes over to the time keeper's table and grabs a chair; AleXtreme is climbing the guard rail. Legendary waits behind AleXtreme as the ref continues the count, now at 4. AleXtreme gets to a vertical base again putting slight weight on his right leg. With that, Legendary pounces, lunging at AleXtreme's weakened leg and driving the top of the steel chair into it with a modified chop block!

Brunswick: Chop block with the steel chair! AleXtreme is not looking so great anymore.

Smith: If I were him, I would just stay down.

Brunswick: If you were him, you would be 6'6" and would weigh 275 lbs of muscle.

Smith: You're right, if I was him I wouldn't even be here, I would be picking chicks up at the gym.

The smaller grappler smiles as he lays the chair down, the count at 7. Without hesitation he applies a Stretch Muffler on AleXtreme's right leg; racking it across his shoulders like a fireman's carry. He drags The Revolution over towards the chair and drops back; driving the kneecap into the seat of the chair with a modified leg breaker.

Brunswick: Legendary with another amazing move. He executed a Samoan Drop on AleXtreme's leg right into the chair.

Smith: If that leg isn't broken not only would I be surprised, I'd be disappointed in Legendary for not breaking it. He's done everything short of shooting it.

Legendary gets up with the count at nine and slides in only to once again refresh the count by rolling back out to the floor. Half the crowd urging Legendary to continue his systematic destruction of AleXtreme while the other half has had their bloodlust satisfied and is now getting squeamish. Legendary wastes no time picking AleXtreme up in a front facelock and dragging him over to the guard rail once again; this time stepping into the crowd. Security clears the first two rows while the other half get out of the way of their own volition as Alex walks down the first row; the other Alex in tow with only his head hanging over the guard rail and his torso at ringside. Once in the middle of the row, Alex kicks some chairs back for some room and begins to back up with AleXtreme still tied up. AleX starts to climb the guard rail but gets halted by Legendary's stop. AleXtreme hangs over the ground with his feet being held by the rail and his head by Alex Legendary when suddenly The Epic falls backwards onto the open chairs; driving AleXtreme's face into the seat of the chair next to the one Legendary himself is casually seated. The crowd roars at the display of violence by the number two contender as he looks over at the ring; the ref holds up five fingers. Legendary looks at The Revolution and stands up, casually walking to the rail and hopping back over. He walks to the ring and rolls in, this time staying in and letting the ref continue his count uninterrupted; the count is at seven.

Countout at Seven
Ref reply

A crazed fan enters the ring as Mitch raises his hand to count nine, wearing an AleXtreme T-shirt.

Fan: Hey Legendary, suck my shit!

The fan proceeds to do pelvic thrusts in the direction of his target, only moments before Legendary kicks the poor fool in the jaw. Mitch steps in front of Alex to prevent the superstar from destroying the poor man anymore than his kick had already as security works quickly to pull the fan from the ring.

Meanwhile, AleXtreme manages to pull himself over the barricade and roll his way back into the ring before Mitch has a chance to continue his count.

Legendary was infuriated with the officiating referee in the contest. He allowed The Thrasher the necessary temporal interval in which to recover and regain his bearings in the match. Nonetheless, the battle was still commencing, and Legendary still had to dismantle his massive adversary in order to gain the precious number one contender’s spot for the coveted PRW International Championship. The Man with Strength Beyond Strength had thus far tolerated extreme humiliation by his diminutive opponent. With extraordinarily escalating levels of hatred coursing through AleXtreme’s veins, retribution was in order. The casually attired AleXtreme poised himself for an assault. The Epic still believed he possessed a psychological advantage over his foe and was fooled into thinking that the toughness shown in The Revolution’s semblance was merely a façade. Legendary demanded for the referee to move out of the way as he had interfered with plans throughout the duration of the contest. Immediately, the official complied. Alex approached his gargantuan opponent with minimal caution. All the while, The Extreme One did not budge. He simply stood still like a statue with calculated eyes. Now within a mere two feet’s proximity from The Thrasher, AleXtreme suddenly lunges in the direction of his fellow Chicago native like a hungry lion who’s cage door had been left open. A Clothesline that appeared to have to power to decapitate upon impact narrowly whizzed by Legendary’s head. Luckily, Alex had an extremely instinctual and reactionary nature. The behemoth was temporarily immobilized from the confusion, leaving Alex to think of a counter extemporaneously.

Legendary expeditiously latched onto both sides of The Extreme One’s cranium and pulled down, utilizing every measure of weight his anatomical frame possessed. Fortunately, it was enough force to topple the massive AleXtreme. As the back of The Thrasher’s skull bounced off of the canvas, the successful execution of an improvised Sitout Rear Mat Slam was indicated. Despite violently being driven into the mat, The Thrasher’s unyielding endurance was becoming an obvious factor as he nearly instantaneously began to roll over, a position more suited for supporting himself back to a vertical stance. Legendary was nearly flabbergasted at how The Thrasher could recuperate so easily and persist so effortlessly. Still, this astonishment did not distract The Epic from his goal. Almost as promptly as The Extreme One rolled his body over, Alex reacted. The Man with Strength Beyond Strength nearly managed to get himself on his hands and knees before Legendary was positioning AleXtreme’s limbs for another deadly submission maneuver. The Thrasher’s arm was quickly wrapped around his neck, unwillingly, of course. Alex then wrapped his legs around The Thrasher’s upper body. He then applied pressure and a very menacing Triangle Choke was locked in. The torturous submission hold felt excruciating as it crushed his larynx. Yet, he could not allow himself to be submissive. In spite of the unimaginable pain, he would endure until physically impossible to resist.

Josh- The Thrasher is at the mercy of this relentless man!

Doug- Legendary is out here to prove his dominance once more by capturing this prestigious title. You can’t blame him.

The ruthless hold Legendary had applied seemed inescapable and indescribably tormenting. AleXtreme’s weakened cries only displayed a fraction of the agony he experienced. Legendary’s outstanding submission tactics and technical abilities seemed to surpass the majority of those in the locker room. If The Extreme One were to escape his predicament, he would have to utilize his strengths to counter Legendary’s. Soon after pondering this, The Thrasher had devised a plan to reverse the situation. Being on his knees, he struggled with a desperate sense of urgency to move forward into a crouching position. Once poised in said stance, he showcased his uncanny power and began to lift Legendary’s entire structure off of the ground. Every audience member in the arena was astounded that such a feat could be accomplished. After the slow hoisting process had been completed, Legendary realized he was in the early stages of a Powerbomb attempt. Yet, despite possessing this knowledge, he was powerless to stop it. Though Legendary threw various Right Hooks to The Thrasher’s skull, it was all in vain as The Man with Strength Beyond Strength exploited his immeasurable puissance and slammed Legendary’s spine onto the battlefield with a Powerbomb!

Doug- Holy shit, that was amazing!

Josh- Admittedly, I must agree.

Without regard for Legendary’s well-being, The Thrasher immediately mounted himself over his fallen victim much like an animal who has wounded prey. He proceeded to grab onto Legendary’s flowing locks with his left hand firmly and balled his right hand into a tightened fist. He proceeded to mercilessly ravaged Alex’s face with a bestial barrage of Right Hooks. The depraved, maniacal AleXtreme exerted a primordial war cry to accompany each strike that connected with Legendary’s face. The Thrasher, after 10 separate strikes, ceased his animalistic onslaught. The inhuman ability to cause another individual suffering was something a professional wrestler had to become accustomed to in order to survive. One must thoroughly introspect oneself and remove all traces of morality.

As The Thrasher regained a vertical base, the effects of the adrenaline were diminishing. He noticed this as he felt the discomfort of his possibly injured leg return. He sluggishly limped to the turnbuckle and rested on it. While doing so, he also stared at the wreckage he had caused in the center of the squared circle. Legendary was virtually static. Traces of a viscous, sanguine fluid were also evident on the side of Legendary’s countenance. After the savage pummeling he received, it would be miraculous if he hadn’t bled. As The Extreme One rejuvenated in the corner, breathing fairly heavily, he finally noticed Legendary was beginning to stir. Alex almost leisurely began to drag himself back to a vertical standpoint. The ramifications of The Thrasher’s blitzkrieg were evident. Legendary, with his back turned to his foe, was unaware of the danger that lurked behind him as he found a way back onto both feet. As he slowly rotated into the contrariwise direction, a battle-posed AleXtreme dashed towards the former X-Division Champion. By the time Alex realized the precipice of the situation he was in, he could not avert it. His reactionary time had temporarily attenuated. The Thrasher smashed his shoulder into Legendary’s abdomen extraordinarily harshly and knocked Alex to the ground with a sickening thud. The vicious Spear seemed to be immensely successful. Grueling torment emanated from his ribs as loud cries of anguish were released from his vocal cords. Legendary’s torture was AleXtreme’s sick, perverse fetish. A twisted smile appeared on The Thrasher’s visage as he witnessed the carnage.

Josh- My GOD, that spear was absolutely brutal!

This abnormal fixation with violence and degeneracy had always been the sole cause of The Thrasher’s success, and it seemed to be the same way in the match he was involved in. The inhumane barbarisms committed by the ruthless AleXtreme had immobilized a very lively Alex Legendary. He was completely debilitated and most of his arsenal was unusable. The Thrasher, not yet satisfied with his bloodlust, decided to roll to the outside of the ring. Once there, he lifted the apron and proceeded to dig for buried treasure. Through a stockpile of weaponry, The Extreme One emerged with a Gulf Club. Many wondered why such an object would be there, but among the other bizarre weapons that have been removed from the area, it wasn’t as strange in comparison. The Revolution slid back into the ring with intentions of maltreatment. He slowly limped towards his opponent, who by that time, was beginning to get on his hands and knees. The Thrasher pondered letting Legendary entreat desperately in order for forgiveness, but that thought soon passed through AleXtreme’s mind as ludicrous. As the Man with Strength Beyond Strength drew near, he prepared the Club in his hands to attack. Waiting no longer, The Thrasher struck the shoulders of Legendary’s shoulders with a Golf Club Shot. Barbarically, The Thrasher continues to assault Legendary with two more Golf Club Shots to his adversary’s spine.

Doug- This is becoming a really good match to watch!

AleXtreme tossed the Gold Club aside and rapidly proceeded to play the one-upmanship game. He dove onto the mat and draped Legendary’s arm over his shoulders. Once this task was completed, The Thrasher locked his hands around Legendary’s jaw. A painful South Boarder Stretch was savagely applied. Immediately, AleXtreme made certain he had optimum leverage so that he could apply more pressure. Legendary screamed from the absolute agony. His shoulder was being unnaturally contorted and could possibly hyperextend if the submission hold was applied for any long duration of time. Urgently, Alex scrambled through his thoughts for a solution, but his ideas were jumbled up from the immense suffering his anatomic body was experiencing. Could Legendary find some way to counter The Thrasher and his sinister submission, or had AleXtreme clenched his #1 Contender’s spot?

OOC- Submission attempt.

Legendary posts up on his forearm and rolls out to the side before throwing a few choice shots to the face of AleXtreme; breaking the hold. Immediately, Legendary rolls out of the ring and takes the mic away from Bob Saget.

Legendary: Fine, you know what? Screw it. I would have won already had you not had one of your sack jockeys interfere on your behalf. You can keep your spot you fucking baby. I'm still number two, I'm still in line. You can suck a fucking nut. And by the way, I hope your knee is all better by Sunday. Because you've got one bum knee and five guys looking to make sure your ass doesn't make it to Superbattle. Count me, I'm out of here!

Mitch starts the count as Legendary walks out of the match. No music, no pyro, he just leaves. By the count of ten, Alex is already out.

OOC: I'll explain in the Discussion board, you know the thread.