ANNA DANIELS vs. NATE COLTON
We return the inside of the MGM Grand Garden Arena as the rock riff of “Tryin'” by the Eagles begins to play.
Nick Stuart: And we are back ringside with more action on this edition of ReVival…up next…this isn’t a pay-per-view card folks…we have Nate Colton taking on Anna Daniels. What a barnburner this should be!
Richard Parker: When you look at these two, there’s a lot of differences. But here, in PRIME, they’re both absolute buzzsaws. Colton has been on quite the roll. Daniels?
Nick Stuart: She’s had a rough road the last two match ups…
Richard Parker: And it’s not getting easier here. But they aren’t one for hanging their head. Hell, when it comes to kicking ass? They’re a victor against Ned Reform and Jacob Mephisto. But the record is clear. It’s what matters. But they have the experience edge. They are more vicious. And for Nate Colton? That’s potential trouble.
Moments later, Nate Colton emerges from the curtain. He holds his arms up high, showing off his blue satin jacket–his family name emblazoned on the back; his first name stitched on the front.
Vince Howard: This match is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, from Evansville Indiana…weighing in at two-hundred fifty-five pounds…NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE! COOOOOOOOOOOOOOLTON!
Nate walks quickly to the ring, making sure to high five any fans who reach toward him. He climbs the steps, ducks between the top and middle ropes, and enters the ring. He heads directly to his corner and undoes his jacket, showing off his gear–white trunks that reach his upper thigh with a blue stripe down the side, white boots with blue trim, white MMA gloves, and blue elbow and knee pads. After handing his jacket to a ring attendant, he makes another appeal to the fans, then stretches in the corner while he mentally prepares for the Multitudes that make up Anna Daniels.
As if on cue, the entire area fades to black, causing the PRIMEates in attendance to steadily come to a hush. After a moment, the beginning guitar notes of Solid Space’s “A Darkness In My Soul” begin. Nothing comes on the PRIME*view to note exactly who is coming out. Suddenly, a spotlight pierces through the dark pointed to the top on the entrance ramp. Anna Daniels stands there, their profile positioned towards the light. They let it wash over them while letting the fans get a good look at the merchandise. Finally, they glance at the ring with a small smirk on their face.
Nick Stuart: The ever dangerous–
Richard Parker: And capitalist–
Nick Stuart: Anna Daniels.
As The Muse takes their time heading to the ring, they wistfully observe the goings on around them as if getting into a certain type of groove that only they can hear. Their strolling sways almost like their dancing from time to time. Their robe and headpiece–once more regal and dazzling artifacts from their homeplanet–are in various stages of disrepair and utter damage. Anna slaps a hand or two, nods a little to those in attendance. Once ringside, they motion for somebody to take the robe and headpiece which when taken nearly make the poor sap fall over.
Vince Howard: And his opponent…from Mount Perdition, Gallifrey! Weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds…they are the TIIIIIIME LORD…AAAAANNNNAAAAAA! DAAAANNNNIIIIIEEEEEELLLLSSSS!
They make their way to the stairs and slink along the apron, wiping their feet before entering the ring. Immediately after, they nearly chase off Timo in a sudden blur of action before smiling yet again. Casually, they stroll to a corner with their head bopping before perching themself onto the top rope laid out like a French girl people like to paint.
DING DING
The bell rings, and even with the size disparity between the two figures in the ring, it would be wrong to assume it is Nate Colton in the role of predator. As the ambiance around them simmers, The Muse tilts their head, expressionless as though they were Michael Myers, staring through the Hoosier before hopping to the canvas. Knowing they have the experience edge (and by just how many decades or centuries, it is hard to say), Colton readies himself in an amateur stance, drawing close. Daniels smirks. With the general theme of October, their mindset draws toward another film reference; Gozer, “The choice is made!” They also get in an amateur stance, and the pair begin to circle, Colton swiping with a gloved hand, Daniels evading and slapping it away, all before Colton works and charges forward, grabbing tight with a collar and elbow tie up, but before he can utilize any muscle, Daniels swings him over with a crisp arm drag which sends Nate across the ring.
Nick Stuart: Nate Colton was looking to utilize his amateur background there, and he got a quick answer to if that may be an advantage or not.
Richard Parker: Say what you will about Anna Daniels, and lots of people have gone to the mattresses saying they’re a damn loon, but what I see is someone unpredictable, someone who changes up their game, someone you have to survive given their skill. They’re like lego blocks.
Nick Stuart: Meaning?
Richard Parker: They can become anything they want to be.
Nick Stuart: Colton is shaking his arm, loosening his wrist, on a single knee. His path to this match up has been impressive. Dusk. Tony Gamble. You have two of PRIME’s most accomplished there. And then you get FLAMBERGE, who is a literal house of fire–
Richard Parker: A sword on fire.
Nick Stuart: –and here he is, Anna Daniels, and while they might have lost to Jacob Mephisto at UltraViolence, was that the All Father winning or merely surviving?
Richard Parker: A big sword that’s on fire.
Nick Stuart: Daniels, emotionless, standing there, looking ready for another volley–
Richard Parker: That’s French. And has swagger.
Colton finally gets back to his feet, and the pair once again begin circling, this time, with Daniels being the aggressor, looking to pick the leg, but Nate grabs hold of her neck with a facelock, wrenching on the hold, dancing on leg, only for Daniels to step through and hook the back of his heel and send him to his back. The Multitudes also goes for a ride in the process, with the second generation Colton maintaining his facelock, but they are in more of a float over rather than a DDT, and as there is a scramble when the two hit the canvas, Nate shoots for a double leg, only for Daniels to sprawl. A sharp elbow to his spine later, Colton tries to rise, smothered in the thighs of The Time Lord and the vice grip they have around the sides of his neck. This might be something that a weirdo with a nuzzle fetish might be into (in truth, a lot of folks in PRIME would probably want The Multitudes to crush their head like a watermelon in this position), but for the Hoosier, as he struggles with the blood cutting from his head, all he can do is press his hands into the canvas and force himself upward, lifting Daniels from the canvas awkwardly, their legs trying to find their footing, only for Nate to finally get the upperhand with a wild hip toss, which leads to The Time Lord springing back to their feet and getting hit with a shoulder block.
Nick Stuart: It took pure midwestern muscle to get out of that predicament. You can see it in Colton’s eyes, the grips, the holds of Anna Daniels, he wasn’t prepared for them.
Richard Parker: They’re giving up tremendous size. Of course you aren’t going to expect it. But Daniels is dangerous. They are scary. They have wins over BOTH Anglo Luchador AND Rezin. Intense and 5 Star Champions. That’s not a mistake. How close were they months ago to being the number one contender for the Universal Championship?
Nick Stuart: Nobody is arguing their skill–
Richard Parker: They’re a ticking time bomb. And when they explode? You’re going to remember where you were at that moment. Because there might be no stopping them.
Nick Stuart: Colton standing over Daniels here, looking down toward them. Wait…is he…
Richard Parker: What is he doing?
Nick Stuart: He’s extending his hand to them.
Richard Parker: Why?
Nick Stuart: Sportsmanship?
For those wondering, Colton’s extending of his hand has nothing to do with chivalry, nothing to do with empathy. In the current world of PRIME, perhaps the gesture is the most shocking thing of all. What it really is about is wanting to get right back into the thick of it, hold for hold. Someone their size, putting him in complete danger? In a weird way, it’s thrilling, and he wants to test himself against that as much as he wants to win. And when Daniels takes it, there is a surge of cheers that run through the crowd, though they quickly kip up, and fire off a HEAVY muay thai kick to the head of Colton.
Richard Parker: Damn midwestern folly is more like it!
Colton crumbles to his knees, grabbing his head. Most times, this would be where the fans would boo. Timo, wincing from the blast, wonders if he should step in. Daniels, for their part, pushes Nate’s hands away, looking down at him.
Anna Daniels: Nothing personal, Evansville.
They then wallop him across his broad chest with a knifing thigh kick, leaving an imprint. He rocks back, but before he slumps to the canvas, he balls his fists, sits up, and demands another.
They oblige.
Richard Parker: Um…what is he…
Nick Stuart: OH! Another bone rattling kick!
Richard Parker: He’s asking for another–
Nick Stuart: Daniels with another vicious kick to the chest of Nate Colton!
Richard Parker: –it sounds like they’re smashing a damn cherry tree!
Nick Stuart: Another kick–
Richard Parker: Colton caught that one!
Nick Stuart: Daniels looking for an enziguri–
Richard Parker: And Colton ducks it!
Nick Stuart: Daniels trying to scramble away–
Richard Parker: Colton grabs hold of them–
Nick Stuart: Back suplex!
Richard Parker: Spoke too soon!
Nick Stuart: Oh wow! Daniels landed on their feet!
Richard Parker: And they’re both tying up again!
On the quick tie up, The Time Lord grabs the quick advantage with a side headlock. The grip is like a vice, and as Colton tries fighting out of this, Daniels snaps him back to the canvas with unrepentant ferocity with a side headlock takeover. However, they can’t maintain the hold for long, with Colton wrestling the pair back to their feet, lifting Daniels up and slinging her off his head and onto the canvas with a push. Another quick scramble, this time from Daniels, and this time, Nate Colton grabs hold of The Muse and slings them over with side headlock takeover, only for Daniels to move and get a headscissor on the Hoosier, and within moments, the two are back to their feet,circling each other now with extended hands, grabbing hold for a knuckle lock. The second the lock up, Daniels drops to the canvas.
Richard Parker: What the…are their hands tender or?
Nick Stuart: Oh! Daniels kicking at that left hand, still with the right in the grip, and now they’re rolling over–
Richard Parker: Oh wow that’s beautifully executed!
Nick Stuart: Daniels to their feet, wristlock still in hand, key lock! Key lock on Nate Colton! And he’s reaching for her head to get something but he can’t! Oh look at how they’re wrenching that hold!
Richard Parker: He’s in real trouble now!
Perhaps more than anyone would have thought.
Nick Stuart: Wait, are they–
Richard Parker: The swagger of Anna Daniels! They’re going for a cobra clutch!
Perhaps it is swagger. For the Colton’s this is THEIR bloodline. THEIR hold. The Multitudes know what they are doing. Dark Side of The Moon: Remastered. There’s just one problem; Nate Colton has trained for this one move more than any other. It’s almost unfair, when you’ve had a lifetime of siblings trying to slap the hold on you. As Daniels tries to wrench Colton into the clutch, he drops to his knees, tossing them over his shoulder. They scramble to their feet, only to get caught when they rise.
Nick Stuart: Spinebuster! Spinebuster by Colton!
Richard Parker: The ring is shaking from that thing!
Nick Stuart: Oh he’s getting hold of their legs…Boston Crab! Oh Colton with the Boston Crab and he’s sitting deep with it!
Richard Parker: Daniels bending like a pretzel!
Nick Stuart: Timo is there, ready if they want to submit–
Richard Parker: The ropes! Daniels lunges for the ropes!
Nick Stuart: Oh wow! Ring positioning might have been the only thing that saved Anna Daniels there! Are we going to be looking at that attempt at the Cobra Clutch…the Colton Clutch…as a turning point?
Colton releases the hold, and as he does, he waits for Daniels to get to their feet, using the ropes, pulling themselves up. Grabbing hold with an irish whip, Colton looks to catch The Time Lord on the rebound, but all he gets? A spike hurricanrana. Colton stumbles after his head collides with the canvas, but all he ends up doing is getting caught with a muay thai knee to the head. And after he falls, Daniels grabs hold for the pin.
ONE
TWO
THR–KICKOUT!
Still smarting from the crab, Daniels grabs at their lower back, rising up and hitting a boot to the back of the head of the rising Colton. Staggered, they grab hold of him, swinging him around will grabbing onto his arm.
Nick Stuart: Sombras Que Corta! Sombras Que Corta!
Richard Parker: Oh man Colton is on the ropes!
The showcase between the two wrestlers is getting more frantic, and Daniel is putting together a volley of offense that is sure to take them over the top. Groggy, Colton tries to stand up, only for Daniels to seize on the opportunity.
Nick Stuart: Tiger suplex! Anna Daniels just tiger suplexed Nate Colton! Cover!
ONE
TWO
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE-KICKOUT!
Survival instinct. It’s all Nate Colton has right now. And as The Multitudes that make up Anna Daniels pounce, they’re more than ready to get back on the winning track. Colton can taste the loss coming, knowing there’s very little he can do. He rises to meet his fate.
Nick Stuart: Daniels charging in–
Perhaps this dealer wants a king kong style lariat, to splatter the young Hoosier. Whatever the case, about that accepting his fate? Colton puts his forearms up, blocking the lariat attempt. The collision is a splatter, and both have to step back. A moment of staggering. Colton charges in, his hands quick to grab onto a Colton Clutch!
Nick Stuart: OH! COLTON CLUTCH SUPLEX! COLTON CLUTCH SUPLEX!
Richard Parker: IN SURVIVAL MODE!
Nick Stuart: COVER!
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING
Vince Howard: Your winner…by pinfall…NAAAAAAAAAAATE! COOOOOOOOOOOOLTON!
Daniels kicks out what would be the four count. Perhaps more from disorientation than the blow of the move. Grabbing their head, they look over at young Nate Colton, having already rolled off the pin. He’s on his knees, looking over at his opponent. Breathing heavy, he nods his head to them.
Nate Colton: Got lucky…you’re damn good.
Perhaps his acknowledgment is enough to cool the flames of anger in losing here. She nods back at him, as the fans cheer.
Nick Stuart: Oh man…these two…when they get the gas going…
Richard Parker: If that’s a sample, then I’m sold. Give me a damn buffet of that.