Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is for a single fall, and will be held under Pure Rules regulations…
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As his song kicks into gear with guitar and drums, white lights flash and pulse all around the arena. Triple X walks down the ramp with purpose, eyes forward. He ignores the fans. Their boos and jeers. He gets to the ring and hits the apron, facing the hard cam. When the music hits the chorus, he throws his hands up in the air forming an X, before entering the ring and either pacing whilst staring at the entrance ramp, waiting on the Eurasian champion.
Connor: This young man has established a mean streak wider than anyone in the company. He’s certainly got Titus’ attention last week. The Eurasian champion demanded this match to teach Triple X a lesson in humility.
Cohen: The only person that going to be humiliated here tonight Cat, is Titus. He’s never faced anyone like Triple X for the past two years. This man doesn’t care about respect, or honor, or being fair. He only wants to hurt people. And he’s probably going to hurt Titus again here tonight.
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Titus comes out to the stage. He looks around and salutes the crowd as they cheer him. They are solidly behind him tonight. He lifts his belt up, and walks down the ramp. He climbs into the ring and does his point. He turns around and eyes his opponent.
Connor: The Pure Rules match is Titus' home. He knows that Triple X can't out grapple him. He has every advantage here. Experience, skill, drive, and a reason to win.
Cohen: Exactly, Cat. Triple X has the entire deck stacked against him here tonight.
With both men in the center of the ring, the referee explains the rules. No closed fists. 3 rope breaks per man. A 20 count on the outside. Titus puts his pride aside and extends his hand. Triple X scoffs, and slaps it away.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Titus and Triple X immediately lock up, with Titus getting the upper hand, quickly taking X to the mat with an arm drag. He applies an arm bar, but X recovers and reserves the hold into a hammerlock. Titus tries to recover, but he’s pushed hard from behind into the top turnbuckle. With Titus stunned, the slightly smaller man continues his assault, pummeling the Eurasian champion with stiff kicks. A spinning roundhouse kick sends Titus reeling, forcing him to grab onto the middle turn buckle to keep himself from collapsing. X continues the assault, brutalizing the champ with stiff kicks to the body, until the referee breaks up the hold. The ref forces Triple X to step away from the corner, giving Titus a little bit of a reprieve. Triple X charges forward, but Titus immediately grabs him, and slams him up against the turnbuckle. He begins assaulting him with European uppercuts. Each one finding its mark; slowly eating away at X’s strength. After the fifth strike, the referee intervenes and stops him. Titus puts his hands up, and takes a step back, but as quick as a cat he’s back on the attack. He grabs X in a headlock, and flips him down to the mat. The champ really has the hold clamped on, as the smaller man struggles to free himself, burning energy in the process. Triple X gets to a knee, and then to his feet. He pushes Titus forward towards the turnbuckle, but he stops himself by grabbing the ropes. Triple X grabs his arms from behind, and takes him over with a release Tiger suplex. Triple X is in control.
Connor: After a quick back and forth struggle, Triple X gains the upper hand. This match is Titus’ bread and butter. So, it’s odd to see him at a disadvantage so early.
Cohen: Triple X doesn’t care what type of match that he’s in. The only thing he cares about is hurting Titus. Badly.
Knowing that trying to out grapple Titus would be a bad idea, X sticks to his strengths and begins unloading on the larger man with stiff kicks to the body. He rears back and kicks Titus in the face, dropping him. He measures the Eurasian champion, runs and springboards off the second rope. He plants Titus with a tornado DDT. He makes a cover…
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But Titus quickly kicks out. Triple X grabs him and applies a front face lock, hooks his arm, and tries to lift him up, but Titus blocks the maneuver. He counters and takes X over with a vertical suplex. He lifts Triple X to his feet and applies a front face lock of his own, before driving his knee upwards into his opponent’s ribs. He repeats the maneuver, and X is stunned. Titus grabs him by the waist, and takes him over with a Northern Lights suplex. Titus bridges and goes for a pin…
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But Triple X gets his shoulder up. Titus quickly jumps on his opponent, grabs his arm and wrenches it back, while pinning him chest first onto the mat. Titus grabs Triple X’s left arm and drives his knee into it, causing the smaller man to grab his shoulder in pain. Titus grabs his arm and twists it, before kicking Triple X in the shoulder. Titus rears back and kicks Triple X again in the shoulder with stiff kick. He leaps forward like a jaguar, grapping Triple X arm, before dropping to a seated position. His legs drive X to the mat as Titus has him trapped in an inverted cross arm breaker! Titus screams at him to tap, but Triple X begins to crawl towards to nearby rope. Reaching out with his foot, he taps it, causing the referee to break the hold. He informs X that he now has two rope breaks left.
Connor: Titus did a lot of damage with that arm breaker. That seems to be his game plan; target Triple X’s shoulder.
Cohen: He should have targeted his knees. Would make it more difficult for X to pull off all those flippy moves that he does. Titus must be slipping in his old age.
Titus lifts Triple X to his feet and hits another European uppercut. He runs and bounces off the ropes and floors the smaller man with a spinning heel kick. Titus grabs X’s arm and wrenches it backwards as he drives his elbow into his shoulder. Triple X tries to retaliate, but Titus counters by jumping up and driving his full weight down in a seated position across his arm and shoulder. The Eurasian champion applies a hammerlock, and whips Triple X shoulder first into the adjacent turnbuckle. He grabs X’s face and pushes it into the top turnbuckle, while feigning to punch him in the face with a closed fist, but nails him with a forearm blow to the chest. The referee gives Titus a verbal warning about the fist, and as he moves to continue his assault, Triple X cuts him off with a knee lift to the gut. He grabs the larger man and quickly sends him head first into the bottom turnbuckle with a reverse STO. With Titus stunned, Triple X measures him. He runs, bounces off the ropes, and comes charging in with a running dropkick to Titus’ back. Titus turns his body and slumps down onto the canvas, as Triple X stands and measures him again. He runs and bounces off the ropes again, hitting Titus in the face and chest with another running dropkick! He pulls Titus out of the corner by his legs and drops into a cover…
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But Titus kicks out! Triple X slams his fist onto the mat in frustration, but doesn’t completely loose his cool. He lifts Titus to his feet and take him over with a snapmare. He runs, bounces off the adjacent ropes, and kicks Titus in the head. X makes the cutthroat gesture with his thumb and climbs to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Titus to get to his feet. The Eurasian champion, still groggy from the kick to the head, doesn’t see his opponent lying in wait. The smaller man jumps and nails the
Zero Hour, planting Titus into the canvas with a wicked tornado reverse STO! He makes another cover…
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But Titus places his foot on the nearby ropes. The referee separates the two men, and informs Titus that he has two breaks left.
Connor: What a move by Triple X! But Titus was right there by the ropes. And now both men have used a rope break.
Cohen: Triple X is a striker; not a grappler. It took a lot of guts to come in here and face off against Titus at home, knowing that he’s at a disadvantage.
Connor: Where was his guts when Triple X blindsided Titus with a chair at Ascension Anarchy?
Cohen: Blindsided? That’s nonsense, Cat. Triple X was merely bidding his time and chose his opportunity to strike wisely. It shows how smart he is.
Triple X drags Titus to his feet, and nails him with a forearm shot to the chest. The larger man staggers back against the ropes before charging forward with a forearm shot of his own. Triple X fires back with a forearm smash to the face, and the crowd is clearly against him. Titus responds in kind, and the two have a volley going. Suddenly, X lets loose with a primal roar, and charges forward. Using his forward momentum, he pushes forward and launches Titus out of the ring, and over the top rope with a massive Cactus clothesline. The smaller man skins the cat, flipping himself over the top rope, before measuring Titus on the outside. He runs, bounces off the adjacent ropes, and leaps over the top rope with a suicide dive. The impact of the maneuver causes Titus to go crashing into the barricade behind him. Triple X rights himself and immediately restarts his assault, he grabs the larger man and tries to whip him into the steel stairs, but Titus counters and sends Triple X hurtling back first into the steel! With a cry of rage, Titus picks up his foe and whips him hard shoulder first into the barricade behind them. The referee is already halfway to 10.
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Titus doesn’t let up for a single second. He continuously pummels Triple X with forearm shots to the face. He grabs Triple X by the hair, and tries to whip him shoulder first into the turnbuckle, but Triple X counters, sending the Eurasian champion crashing face first into the steel. Titus is stunned. He drops to a knee, reeling from the force of the blow. Triple X measures, him and reels back on his right leg. He lunges forward, looking to hit the
Rated X Superkick, but Titus has it well scouted and ducks out of the way. The referee has passed the count of 10.
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Titus kicks Triple X in the gut, and delivers the
Tit Drop on the outside! The replays show Triple X’s head bouncing off the mat, as Titus rolls back into the ring, as the referee continues to count. He’s halfway to 20, and X is still motionless on the floor.
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Triple X begins to stir, and slowly makes it to his feet. On instinct, he makes a bee-line for the ring.
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And barely beats the count. Titus looks stunned.
Connor: Both men are on the outside now, thanks to that huge clothesline and dive by Triple X! This match has broken down into a hardcore brawl. Most unbecoming of a pure rules match.
Cohen: There’s nothing in the Pure Rules match regulations about not slamming your opponent against the steel steps. Or the turnbuckle post. Or the barricade. Those are stationary objects that just so happened to be in the way.
Connor: The ref counted all the way to 19, and Triple X just barely beat the count. Titus can’t believe it.
He lifts Triple X to his feet, and applies a front face lock. He drops the smaller man with a swinging neckbreaker! With his opponent in place, Titus signals for the end. He quickly scales the top rope, and stands on the top, motioning to the fans. He launches himself from the top, twisting and contorting in the air. He performs the
Red Comet, but Triple X rolls out of the way at the last second! Titus crashes hard elbow first into the canvas. Triple X stands and measures the Eurasian champion with a wild look in his eyes. He leaps forward and blasts him in the face with the
X Rated Superkick, and covers him!
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But Titus kicks out again! Triple X slams his fists into the canvas, now visibly frustrated. He slowly Titus to his feet, and applies a front face lock of his own. He hooks his arm, and tries to lift Titus up, but the larger man blocks the would-be maneuver, and suddenly rolls Triple X onto his back with an inside cradle! He makes a pin of his own…
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But Triple X kicks out. Titus is on his feet first. He catches X off guard with a knee strike to the gut, before dropping his weight onto his arm. He turns his body, and locks in a cross armbar. Triple X has nowhere to go! Titus wrenches in the hold, as X screams in agony. His left shoulder having taken a lot of abuse the whole match. Triple X does the only thing he can do, and slowly begins to crawl towards the ropes. It takes all his strength, but he manages to touch the bottom rope with his foot. The referee forces Titus to relinquish the hold. He reluctantly obliges, as the official informs the smaller man that he now has one rope break left. Titus lifts his opponent to his feet, and clubs him across the chest with a forearm blow. He backs his opponent up against the ropes, and chops him hard across the chest. Triple X slumps down, as Titus takes a step back. He screams at Triple X to hit him, as the smaller man obliges, rushing in with a forearm shot to the face, which staggers the Eurasian champion. Titus fires back with a European uppercut. Triple X responds with a slap to the man’s chest, before suckering Titus with a closed fist punch to the face. Titus stops and looks at his opponent in disbelief, as Triple X taunts him. The ref gives him a warning. Titus smiles, before hitting X with another European uppercut. He grabs the smaller man in a headlock, and turns his body so that the referee can’t see him. Titus clocks X in the face with a closed fist of his own, sending the man reeling back.
Connor: What a show of disrespect by Triple X, hitting Titus in the face so blatantly.
Cohen: Disrespect? What about Titus, hitting Triple X with a closed fist behind the referee’s back? That man should be disqualified.
Connor: Now Triple X has just one rope break remaining.
Titus follows this up with another forearm blow to the chest, and Triple X is on one knee know. Titus grabs him, and whips him into the adjacent ropes. Triple X staggers back, straight into a sleeper hold! Titus has the maneuver locked in tight, and Triple X has nowhere to go. He staggers towards the rope, but Titus pulls him back towards the center of the ring. In desperation, Triple X stumbles back a few steps, before turning his body and running backwards as fast as he can, pushing Titus’ body towards the ropes. Titus’ body hits the ropes, but X’s added momentum carries them both up and over the top, dumping both onto the floor. The referee assesses the situation, and determines that neither man used a rope break in that instance.
Connor: What a counter by Triple X to the sleeper hold, using his momentum to send both him and Titus to the floor.
Cohen: I’m tell you. Triple X is going to win because he’s simply smarter than Titus.
Connor: It appears that the referee is not going to count that as a rope break for either man.
Both men are down for the count, as the referee begins to count. Several seconds pass. Both men begin to stir, as the referee is now almost to 10.
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Triple stands, and rolls back into the ring first, with Titus right behind him. Triple X nails his larger foe with a forearm blow to the face, before leaping up and blasting him in the chest with a dropkick. Titus flies backwards into the turnbuckle, as Triple X kips up. He grabs Titus in a side headlock, and flips him forward. He applies a sleeper of his own, trying to beat Titus at his own game. Titus knows how to counter this, and flips his opponent forward, rolling himself out of the hold. Titus delivers another European uppercut, which causes X to stagger backwards into the turnbuckle. The Eurasian champion follows him in with a diving European uppercut, and Triple X is stunned. Titus applies a front face lock and runs forward, dragging Triple X with him. He nails a running Bulldog, driving Triple X face first into the canvas. Titus gets to his feet with fire in his eyes. He motions to the crowd that the end is nigh. He measures his opponent, as Triple X gets to his feet. Titus kicks him in gut and rears back, looking for the
Tit Drop. Triple X has this scouted and ducks out of the way of Titus’ leg, and nails him with another drop kick. Exhausted and nearly out of options, Triple X rears back and punches Titus in the face with another closed fist! The referee docks Triple X his last rope break, as the X-Rated Superstar measures Titus with madness in his eyes. He runs, bounces off the ropes, and blasts Titus down with the
Project X! The sound of the claymore kick echoes through the arena, as Triple X makes the cover…
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Harrys: Here is your winner of the match by pin fall, Triple X!
Connor: So, after all of that, Triple X cheated to win. He punched him in the face, and then hit the Project X.
Cohen: Were you expecting Triple X to play fair, Cat? Titus chose this match because he wanted to put Triple X at a disadvantage, and it backfired on him.
Connor: That’s twice now that Triple X has beaten Titus.
Cohen: If I were Titus, I’d be scared. I’d be scared because that man right there spells the end for the EurAvison era.
The referee raises Triple X’s hand in victory, as Titus rolls out of the ring. He looks up in shock as the Rated-X Superstar taunts him. He points down towards the Eurasian champion and makes a gesture around his waist.
