CECILWORTH FARTHINGTON VS. BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD
The PRIMEview shifts from the ring to the locker rooms, the percussive beat of Trust Me by Brad Fiedel powering through the Greensboro Coliseum sound system. The capacity crowd of over 20,000 rises to their feet as a door explodes open, roaring when they see the Soul of the PRIME, Brandon Youngblood, step through to the other side.
The mood and tenor changes, as inside the Coliseum the stadium lights have dimmed. All attention is paid to the screen, the stride of the Tower of Babel resolute, his expression focused and intense. Even still, his movement is askew, his left arm, a white compression sleeve covering it from wrist to under the shoulder, haphazardly droops.
Nick Stuart: The moment is here. The last second round contest in the Almasy Invitational, and it’s a match up wrestling fans never thought they’d see. A battle out of time.
Richard Parker: The greatest pure grappler and submission wrestler in the HISTORY of the sport, Lord Cecilworth Farthington. The 5 Star Strangler. The figurehead of the most dominant force in all of wrestling…
Nick Stuart: And on the other side…
Richard Parker: A thorn in the side of the Gluemaniti. The only active PRIME competitor that Farthington hasn’t stood in the ring against and broken. A Hall of Famer. The man who has held HIS title more times than anyone. The only man to win the Jewel in the Crown or Almasy TWICE. The Universal face of PRIME, and despite what I may think at times…his place in PRIME is without question. Brandon Youngblood…
He moves, undaunted, through the hallway as it transitions from locker room doors to the backstage, to the metal supports and the black drapery making up the lead to the entrance ramp. Youngblood never wavers, despite the apparent pain etching his face. Every movement seems to cause small agonies.
Nick Stuart: At stake tonight is more than just moving on to the quarterfinals. Cecilworth Farthington carries, into the ring tonight, a bounty on his head. The 5 Star Bounty…and if he loses…not only does his run end…not only is he no longer undefeated in PRIME…but he may well have to defend his prize against Youngblood in the future.
Richard Parker: And if I’m Cecilworth, with that arm? I like my odds.
Ivan Stanislav: Farthington had better thank me later. I’m the one who ruined that arm.
The PRIME Battle of 2022 returns, this time with a true heir.
Over a year of anticipation.
Will it live up?
The things I hope
The failing dream
Has finally got the best of me
I wish that I could be there
I want to be the one to watch you die
The Tower remembers.
Bloodsport (World Domination) by HEALTH. A wall of dominant noise surges through the stadium, an absolutely raucous ovation erupting within the Greensboro Coliseum as Brandon Youngblood appears on the entrance ramp, bathed in flickering red and white lights.
Nick Stuart: And here he is!
Richard Parker: Held together by glue!
There is no pause from Youngblood to soak in his cheers, instead, with purpose, The Last Diamond marches to the ring as best he can manage, his eyes forward. His oppressive scowl of intensity says it all.
Vince Howard: This contest is for one fall and has NOOOOOOOOOO time limit! Introducing first…hailing from Bandera, Texas by way of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada… weighing in at 265 pounds…THE TOOOOOOWER! OF BAAAAAAAABEL! BRAAAAAAAANDON! YOUNGBLOOOOOOOOOD!
One shoulder sways with the bravado of his BMF walk, the other limp, a spotlight lighting his path. The 2022 Wrestler of the Year makes his way down the ramp, his gait swinging him around the stadium floor, to the ring steps. There is no slowdown as his feet pound the steel, stepping between the ropes and exploding upright as best he can. Once inside, he begins pacing around the outside perimeter of the ring, his eyes locking on the entrance.
The lights return, and as they do, the Suplex Daddy readies himself in an amateur stance, his good hand on a thigh, a cutthroat stare in the direction of the oncoming Lord.
Richard Parker: Youngblood’s got that sleeve on his arm. Someone tell the ref to check that sleeve and make sure there’s no foreign objects in it.
Ivan Stanislav: The objects are bad because they are foreign, Richard Parker?
Nick Stuart: Well here we go…
Richard Parker: I love foreign things…
Vince Howard: And his opponent…
The lights in the arena extinguish and a single spotlight appears on the ramp while white fog begins to roll across the entrance way. “Choke” by I Dont Know How But You Found Me begins to play.
Vince Howard: Hailing from Buckinghamshire, England, he also stands at six foot, and weighs in at one-hundred eighty-seven pounds… He’s your Five Star Champion, the Financier of The Glueminati…
Richard Parker: This is the best part.
White sparklers begin spraying into the air and a smirking Farthington appears in the fog engulfed spotlight, his face just above the ‘Dusk’ level cloud.
Vince Howard: CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECILWORTH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTHINGTON!
Farthington begins his approach down the ramp, the smirk fades and a stern glare replaces it as he begins walking down to the ring. Youngblood is in the ring staring up the ramp, and Farthington has locked on.
Richard Parker: This is it, this is the main event of the second round.
Nick Stuart: You’re right Richard. This is IT. The main event of the second round of the Almasy, and the winner of this match will join Cancer Jiles, Jared Sykes, Coral Avalon, Chandler Tsonda, Jonathan-Christopher Hall, Kerry Kuroyama, and the man that is waiting for them in the second round.
Farthington and Youngblood haven’t blinked yet as Farthington walks up the steps and goes under the middle rope. He takes off his black hoodie, and resumes the stare down with Youngblood as Timo begins to pat him down.
Richard Parker: Hayes Hanlon.
Nick Stuart: Two time Universal Champion, former Five Star Champion, the newest member of the Gluminati… Hayes Hanlon.
Richard Parker: I have goosebumps thinking about it.
Nick Stuart: I don’t think these two have stopped trying to stare a hole through the other since Farthington appeared through that cloud.
Richard Parker: I haven’t taken my eyes off of him either…
Timo brings the two men together in the center of the ring and goes over instructions. The words “when I say let go, you let go,” are clearly heard over the microphone on the camera, and both men just smirk. Timo begins to walk back towards the ropes and Cecilworth Farthington holds his left arm out to shake Brandon Youngblood’s hand.
Richard Parker: What a gentleman.
Ivan Stanislav: Never trust a capitalist, Richard Parker. You take that hand and snap it off.
Farthington smiles at Youngblood who takes a step forward getting close to Farthington and takes his hand. Youngblood clearly has a good grip but Farthington maintains a smile, he reaches his right arm out and gives Youngblood’s sleeved left arm a good squeeze and shake.
Nick Stuart: This cannot go well…
Youngblood’s grip loosens and the two step away, Youngblood snarling and Farthington smirking. Timo calls for the bell.
Richard Parker: Surprisingly well…
Ivan Stanislav: It will not last, Richard Parker. Brandon Youngblood is a snake and Cecilworth Farthington is Englishman. One and the same.
DING DING
Youngblood explodes across the ring, and shoots after Farthington’s left leg, keeping his left arm and shoulder tucked under Farthington’s waist. Farthington sprawls, stopping Youngblood’s momentum, but the larger Youngblood takes the opportunity and slides around Farthington’s waist taking his back. Youngblood tries to lift from the waistlock but Farthington is ramming his entire arm into Youngblood’s left shoulder.
Nick Stuart: We’re starting fast here tonight.
Youngblood winces and it’s enough for Farthington to rip at Youngblood’s hands and remove himself from the former Universal Champion’s grip. Farthington manages to get himself turned around, but Youngblood is already rampaging forward and he delivers an absolutely toe curling knife edge chop across the chest of Cecilworth Farthington. Lord Farthington stumbles backwards into the corner, Farthington’s back barely touches the turnbuckle and he shoves himself out of the corner and pastes Youngblood under the chin with a european uppercut.
Richard Parker: Nice shot Farthy!
Nick Stuart: Did you just call him what Fontaine calls him?
Richard Parker: Joe’s in the fan club, it’s fine.
Youngblood takes a dazed step back, but catches the following up Farthington with another knife edge across the chest that drops him to the canvas in a heap. Farthington grabs his chest and rolls onto his stomach kicking his feet. Youngblood pounces down onto Farthington but Farthington’s hips are like lightning and he whips around and spins Youngblood to the ground looking for an armbar.
Richard Parker: He was playing possum!
Ivan Stanislav: We call that playing English in Russia.
Youngblood to Farthington’s shock dives through the attempt while managing to keep his arm clutched in tight to his side. Youngblood ungracefully lands his somersault and pirouettes around, he is immediately caught with an absolutely indignant slap in the face from Cecilworth Farthington.
Nick Stuart: Oh…
Youngblood’s like a bull and charges forward from his kneeling position to take Farthington to his back. Farthington manages to wrap his legs around Youngblood and keep him inside of a closed guard, Youngblood lunges in with his left arm, using it to sweep away Farthington’s hand and looking for a way to clear a path for a right. Cecilworth strikes and tries to fold the injured arm back behind Youngblood with a kimura but Youngblood manages to land a right elbow that allows him to pull his left arm free of Farthington’s clutches. Timo smacks the mat.
ONE!
Richard Parker: Oh c’mon! He’s just resting!
Farthington shifts a shoulder up as Youngblood ponders what to do next from his kneeling position. He tries to sweep away Farthington’s hands again but Farthington goes for the arm right away.
Nick Stuart: It’s like sticking a bloody arm in a starving piranha tank.
Richard Parker: Or a bear trap…
Ivan Stanislav: Excuse me, Richard?
Youngblood pulls his arm back away from Farthington leaving the two men back at the same standstill. Youngblood goes in with his right arm first, but as Youngblood tries to posture up and throw the left hand, Farthington slips his feet underneath Youngblood’s thighs and uses Youngblood’s momentum to rip his base out from under him. Youngblood’s left handed blow connects but he cringes and Cecilworth manages to roll the baseless Youngblood off and onto his side sending the two men into a scramble.
Nick Stuart: Incredible grappling from both men.
Ivan Stanislav: I have grappled better…
The two race back to their feet, both men breathing heavily and sweating from the effort. Farthington pushes his now sweat soaked hair from his face as Youngblood wipes his hands on his singlet. They explode again.
Richard Parker: We– OH!
The two men collide, Youngblood swings a violently intentioned right hand at Cecilworth who manages to slip to the side letting the blow glance off of his face, Farthington fires a forearm into Youngblood’s face but Brandon slips his injured arm into the way of the blow, letting it lose most of its force glancing off his own forearm. Another right hand flies and Farthington backs away into the ropes, he springs off at Youngblood and throws a lariat that solidly thuds Youngblood across the chest. The Pariah roars in Farthington’s face and smashes his chest as Farthington hits the ropes again.
Nick Stuart: SUPLEX!
Farthington comes back for a european uppercut attempt this time, but Youngblood slips behind him and wraps Farthington into a german suplex, Youngblood tossing Farthington over his right shoulder. Farthington hits the canvas and grabs at the back of his neck as Youngblood lumbers his way back to his feet. The Tower of Babel snarls down at Farthington and stalks in again. Youngblood reaches down with his right arm and yanks Farthington to his feet.
Nick Stuart: Youngblood has bad intentions for Cecilworth Farthington.
Richard Parker: Yeah, Timo, he’s got bad intentions! Tell Brandon he needs better intentions!
Youngblood sends Farthington into the ropes, Youngblood takes a big swing for a right armed lariat as Farthington comes back and ducks under. Youngblood uses the momentum and continues forward running the ropes, Youngblood pulls back for a big right handed lariat swing, but Farthington gets his foot up just in time and kicks Youngblood in the left shoulder. Youngblood grimaces, dropping to a knee and Farthington is all over him.
Richard Parker: YES! GET HIM!
First a standing double ax handle to the back of Youngblood’s head, as Youngblood yanks his head up Farthington smashes him with a forearm across the orbital bone, and then a standing knee to the face slumps Youngblood into a seated position. Farthington goes to the ropes and comes back with a slapping penalty kick across Youngblood’s chest. Youngblood clutches at his chest as Farthington sits him up for a second time and launches himself to the ropes.
Nick Stuart: Oh… Farthington is looking to humiliate Brandon Youngblood here…
Richard Parker: BREAK HIS NOSE LIKE PHIL DID! DO IT FOR PHIL!
Cecilworth pulls back with everything and swings for Youngblood’s face but Brandon lunges forward and takes the shot to his right shoulder instead of his face. He yanks himself towards Farthington, wrapping him up, then lifting him up and over the top for a thunderous Exploder suplex.
Nick Stuart: I think Farthington just bounced.
Ivan Stanislav: I would bounce Farthington much higher, Nick Stuart.
Richard Parker: OW-OW-OW! NO!
Farthington collides neck first with the canvas and crumples to the mat while Youngblood lays on the mat breathing heavily. Timo checks on Farthington first, and then walks over to Youngblood.
Nick Stuart: This is a very physical encounter.
Youngblood nods and crawls over towards Farthington and drapes his arm across Farthington’s chest. Timo begins to count.
ONE!
TWO!
Farthington throws his shoulder into the air.
Richard Parker: Youngblood had to know that wasn’t going to do it.
Nick Stuart: I think he just wanted two more seconds of air without Timo starting a five count.
Youngblood slowly gets up to his knees and then up to his feet. Farthington follows him, using the ropes for leverage to yank himself up. Youngblood comes in with another skin tingling knife edge chop, and then another that sends Farthington stomping away with two gigantic red marks across his chest. Youngblood catches Farthington and spins him around, locking him into a collar and elbow tie-up. Youngblood throws Farthington backwards into the corner. Cecilworth’s back connects with the turnbuckle and Youngblood flies in right after with a short arm clothesline.
Nick Stuart: Farthington’s in rough shape, and Youngblood is all over him.
Youngblood pulls Farthington out of the corner and tries to take him over with a belly to belly, but Farthington manages to grab the ropes as the two men spin around. Youngblood tries to readjust his grip to yank Farthington over, but Cecilworth ducks under and whips Youngblood to the ground by his left arm with a short arm drag. Youngblood lands and Farthington instantly wrenches back on the left arm of Youngblood as hard as he can. He keeps Youngblood’s left arm in his grasp and pushes downwards on Youngblood’s left shoulder. He moves his knee forward and pins the shoulder to the mat while Farthington begins to contort higher up The Tower of Babel’s arm.
Richard Parker: It’s like being in the ring with a porcupine, Nick. Everything you do, he has some way out.
Ivan Stanislav: You know, Richard, if I were in this match I would have won already. But I had to go win Universal Title, so we have to waste our time here…
Youngblood shouts and grabs at Farthington’s hand. Cecilworth slides his knee across Youngblood’s collarbone to the other shoulder, he lets go of the left arm and sets his eyes on a different prize shifting his entire body. He plants one hand on Youngblood’s right shoulder, the other on his right elbow. He lifts himself up into the air and crashes down with a knee into Youngblood’s arm. He lifts himself up again and crashes back down a second time.
Nick Stuart: Farthington is trying to break Youngblood’s other arm…
Richard Parker: If this works, he’s a genius, Nick.
Farthington smirks and gets to his feet, he stomps on Youngblood’s right arm, once, twice, and a third time. Youngblood yanks his arm in finally and begins to roll to his feet. Farthington comes in and kicks him in the left shoulder causing Youngblood to grimace and slide himself backwards towards the ropes, he hooks his arm around the bottom rope just as Farthington bends down to grab Youngblood.
Nick Stuart: Smart wrestling.
Ivan Stanislav: I hate to say this, Nick, but I am inclined to agree…
Timo shouts at Farthington who backs away smirking with his hands up, Youngblood pulls himself to his feet on the ropes and Farthington flashes in underneath Timo’s arms with a kick to the midsection. He grabs the bald man by the back of the head and marches him down the ropes and slams his skull into the top turnbuckle. Youngblood turns around dazed and Farthington fires off a big chop to Youngblood’s chest. Farthington grabs Youngblood’s right arm and hooks it around the top rope, he steps back and kicks him as hard as he can in the right shoulder.
Richard Parker: I told you, Youngblood’s in there wrestling Tesla.
Ivan Stanislav: Did you know old Nikola was practically a communist? And before you make any smart mouthed jokes, no, I was not alive when he was around.
The Financier takes a few steps back this time to the center of the ring, he rushes forward and sticks his foot out again, but Youngblood rolls down the ropes and Farthington smashes thigh first into the top turnbuckle. Youngblood grabs Farthington with his right arm and yanks him out of the corner, he whips him across the ring as hard as he can and Farthington smashes into the turnbuckle face first.
Nick Stuart: Big power, and great resilience shown by Youngblood.
Youngblood roars in from behind and crashes into the back of Farthington with a short arm clothesline to the back of the head. The Financier slumps and Youngblood drives Farthington’s face into the top turnbuckle once, twice, three times before spinning The Five Star Champion around. Farthington slumps onto the middle turnbuckle and Youngblood picks him up, setting him up onto the top rope. The Pariah steps up to the middle rope and locks Farthington in a front face lock.
Richard Parker: Oh… oh no…
Youngblood grabs Farthington by the tights and leans backwards pulling Farthington up and over his right shoulder, dropping Lord Farthington onto his skull and the back of his neck from the middle rope with a brainbuster. Farthington shakes like he was being electrocuted.
Nick Stuart: BRAINBUSTER! AVALANCHE BRAINBUSTER!
Richard Parker: Oh no…. Oh… oh… oh no… (more weird unintelligible mouth noises)…
Ivan Stanislav: I do not know this language…
After being hit with a stun gun, Farthington lies there blank eyed staring up into the lights. Clearly, nobody is home and Farthington is busy in his own mind finding out about money stores with his dearest friend Max Kael. The Diamond of The ReVival era spins over and plants a knee across Farthington’s chest, grabbing a leg.
ONE!
TWO!
….
………..
………………….
…………………………
………………………………..
………………………………………..
THR-……………………………………………..
KICKOUT!
Richard Parker: Thank Hoyt he’s not dead. Thank Hoyt he’s not dead.
Nick Stuart: Farthington’s still in this!
Youngblood smirks and gets to his feet. Farthington begins to roll around on the canvas clutching at his neck. Brandon Youngblood stalks over to Farthington and reaches down to grab him. He pulls him up by the back of the neck, half dragging Farthington to his feet. Youngblood pulls back and delivers a knife edge chop to Farthington’s chest that drops Farthington to his knees. Youngblood bends down and pulls him up to his feet again. He leans back again and comes forward with another chop, Farthington ducks under and comes back up with a european uppercut.
Richard Parker: He’s still fighting! Let’s go Farthy! C’mon Ivan!?
Nick Stuart: I don’t think that’s a good…
Ivan Stanislav: COME ON FARTHINGTON! GRIND UP THAT BROKEN DIAMOND!!! DYAAHAAHAA!! (massive feedback ensues)
Farthington with another quick shot that gets Youngblood to turn enough that the left shoulder is exposed. Farthington lashes out, a double ax handle across the top of the collar bone, another one, and another, finally Youngblood drops to his knees. Farthington kicks the shoulder again, and again.
Nick Stuart: Farthington still using that shoulder to stop Youngblood in his tracks.
Cecilworth places his foot on Youngblood’s left shoulder and shoves it down to the mat. Farthington walks over and twists his heel on Youngblood’s left shoulder. He steps to Youngblood’s head and spins all the way around, bringing his left leg to bear on Youngblood’s right shoulder.
Nick Stuart: Another big blow for Farthington.
Cecilworth takes the same position, this time driving his right forearm across Youngblood’s face, and with his left arm still on Youngblood’s elbow, he lifts himself up, and crashes back down on Youngblood’s right shoulder. Farthington grinds his right forearm into Youngblood’s face, and lifts himself up again, he comes crashing down with another knee across the right shoulder. The Five Star Champion sits Youngblood up and tries to wrap his arms around Youngblood’s neck. Youngblood scrambles away from Farthington, his right arm now being held tight to his side like his left.
Nick Stuart: Lot’s of pain tonight for Brandon Youngblood, Farthington is a technical marvel in that ring.
Farthington rubs his neck, and looks back at Youngblood. The two collide again. Collar and elbow tie-up, Farthington reverses to Youngblood’s back, he tries for an arm wrench but Youngblood reverses and wrenches Farthington. Cecilworth rolls forward, untwisting his arm and then tries to step between Youngblood’s legs for a judo throw, but Brandon won’t go over, he grabs Farthington around the waist. He barely lifts him up over the right shoulder and dumps Farthington onto his head and the back of his neck with the highest angle Randallplex he can muster.
Richard Parker: NO! NO!
Nick Stuart: I don’t know if he got all of it, but my God…
Timo slides over as Youngblood hooks a leg.
ONE!
TWO!
……
……………..
……………………….
…………………………….
………………………………..
…………………………………..
………………………………………….
………………………………………………………
……………………………………………………………….
THR-……………………………………………………………………………..
………………………………………………………………………………
Farthington throws his shoulder up!
Nick Stuart: I think Richard Parker might have had a heart attack.
Richard Parker: (Brown paper bag breathing noises)
Youngblood gets up holding his right shoulder and grimacing in pain. He looks over at Timo who shakes his head no. Youngblood nods his head with determination and looks back over towards Farthington who is still on the mat staring up at the lights. He walks over and gingerly reaches down with his left arm and starts to pull Farthington up but grimaces, he lets him down and reaches down with his right. He doesn’t stop the pained expression as he drags Farthington back to his feet. Youngblood leans back and comes forward with a knife edge chop, and while Farthington staggers backward, Youngblood walks away holding his shoulder as well.
Nick Stuart: Brandon Youngblood’s in a lot of pain here folks…
Ivan Stanislav: I think I could watch these two beat stuffing out of each other all night, Nick!
Youngblood rubs his arm and goes back towards Farthington, he reaches back and sends another chop across Farthington’s welted, bruised, and now slightly bleeding chest. Youngblood grimaces again but Farthington stumbles backwards into the corner. Brandon comes forward and once again sets Farthington up onto the top rope. He climbs up to the middle rope and Farthington begins to respond. First a weak punch to the shoulder, but it’s enough to pause The Diamond, and then another, this one more fierce. Finally a forearm to the left shoulder followed by another. Youngblood stumbles off the middle rope but Farthington holds the left arm. He steps up onto the top rope and jumps off, bringing his arm crashing down across Youngblood’s left shoulder.
Richard Parker: So much joint violence…
Farthington stumbles to the far corner and breathes deeply while Youngblood holds his left shoulder on the mat.
Nick Stuart: I think he’s grimacing because it hurts for him to support his left arm with his right arm.
Richard Parker: That’s an entirely different kind of pain.
Farthington stumbles across the ring as Youngblood is on all fours and getting to his feet, Farthington sweeps his right arm out from under him and Youngblood’s left arm gives out sending his face crashing into the mat. Farthington smashes Youngblood with a kick to the back of the shoulders, and then begins wailing away with double ax handles, pulling all the way back and swinging down as hard as he can on both shoulder blades. Youngblood manages to get to a kneeling position and bull rushes Farthington backwards into the corner.
Nick Stuart: No waistlock for Youngblood, or an attempt at a leg there.
Youngblood leans back and fires a shoulder into Farthington’s midsection, he pauses grimacing at the camera. He pulls back again and fires the right shoulder forward again. He pauses, Farthington drapes himself across his back. Youngblood collects himself for a moment before sitting up right and causing Farthington to whip backwards in the corner. He comes forward with a headbutt.
Nick Stuart: Oh…
Ivan Stanislav: There you go. When fancy holds give out, it comes down to who can hit the other the hardest! Hit him harder!!
Farthington clutches at his head as Youngblood comes back with a small cut across the top of his forehead. Blood begins to pour down the side of Youngblood’s face, but he tries to straighten up Farthington again.
Nick Stuart: Timo might want to stop this…
Richard Parker: I… I… yeah someone stop this…
Ivan Stanislav: Nyet! Let them kill each other!
Youngblood lunges forward again, but Farthington slams him in the left shoulder with a right hand. Youngblood stumbles backwards and turns away from Farthington. The Financier takes advantage springing onto Youngblood’s back.
Nick Stuart: That’s not where Youngblood wants to be!
Farthington rides Youngblood to the canvas, and Youngblood scrambles to a seated position. Cecilworth tries to slide his arm around Youngblood’s neck, but Youngblood manages to keep his chin down. Farthington switches his grip and targets Youngblood’s left arm with his, while keeping the right arm across Youngblood’s chin. He pulls the left arm back, locking it back with his leg. He rips at Youngblood’s chin again, but the right arm is enough to keep the hand away.
Nick Stuart: Youngblood’s shoulder is at a real bad angle here…
Farthington drives his chin into the back of Youngblood’s right shoulder as hard as he can while ripping at Youngblood’s hand with his own right hand. Farthington gets his right leg around Youngblood’s right arm and pulls it back tight, squeezing Youngblood’s arms with his thighs.
Ivan Stanislav: Uh oh…
Richard Parker: Oh my Hoyt…
Farthington finally gets the hand in under the neck and locks in It’s A Tarp! Brandon Youngblood instantly taps out on his foot but Farthington keeps the hold on.
DING DING DING
Farthington lets go of the neck but keeps squeezing Youngblood’s arms backwards for a few extra seconds as Vince Howard and Timo rush over to remove Farthington.
Vince Howard: And your winner by submission…
Farthington lets go and immediately collapses to the canvas holding his neck, his chest heaving.
Vince Howard: CECILWORTH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTHINGTON!
“Choke” begins to blare as Farthington rolls towards Howard, gets to his knees to have his arm raised and falls back down. Youngblood is breathing heavily and rolling around on the canvas. Youngblood rolls his way out of the ring and begins to storm up the ramp as Farthington finally makes it over to the corner. He rolls out of the ring, and the camera zooms in on Farthington’s face for our show close.
Richard Parker: What a match… what a match…
Nick Stuart: Absolutely incredible encounter here… if Youngblood is 100% going into that who knows how it goes… but wow… just wow… And now Farthington has to take on fellow Gluminati member Hayes Hanlon!
Ivan Stanislav: It was somewhat fun, gentlemen. Now I go back to Russia.
Farthington flashes a little smile and we…
FADE
TO
RINGSIDE?