FIVE STAR TITLE MATCH: NATE COLTON (c) VS. CORAL AVALON
From the backstage area, we go to Vince Howard, standing in the ring, for announcements.
Vince Howard: Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the 5-STAR CHAMPIONSHIP!
There is a raucous ovation from the crowd as the lights slowly fade to black in the T-Mobile Arena, and the first few notes of Monster Siren’s “Real Me” hit the PA system. Cell phone lights drifted in the air like fireflies in the darkness, casting scant illumination on the scene.
A bright light emanates from the back of the stage, casting a silhouette on the stage. Smoke billows at the silhouette’s waist as they stand with their back to the ring, holding a battle standard. Even when the guitars pick up, and the floodlight at the entrance is slowly replaced with a spotlight, Coral Avalon does not move.
The last time the man once known as the Kleptomaniac competed for a championship in a PRIME ring, it was still the middle of the first term of the Obama administration. The professional wrestling landscape was full of vampires and gangsters and vampire gangsters, and there was no room for men like Coral Avalon who made his name on his wrestling talent alone. And so, the Kleptomaniac was no more.
Only the Crownless King stands in Kansas City.
Vince Howard: Introducing first… residing in Seattle, Washington… he weighs in at two hundred and fourteen pounds… he is the CROOOOWNLESS KING! CORAAAAAAAAL! AVALOOOOOOOOOON!!!
Avalon flies a battle standard as simple as he is as he makes his way down to the ring. One with five golden stars emblazoned upon it. His message is clear to the champion and everyone watching him. He’s coming for the 5-Star Championship. No matter what it takes.
Avalon jumps up onto the apron and climbs into the ring, his standard at hand and faux lion-skinned cloak over his body. Leaning the flag against the corner, Coral stands in front of the hard camera and pauses. Then he brings his fists together, sticking out his ring and pinkie fingers.
Nick Stuart: Coral Avalon is a former PRIME Tag Team Champion, but he has never competed for any singles championship in this company before tonight. Is tonight his night, Richard?
Richard Parker: Have you seen Nate Colton? Or, more to the point, Nate Colton’s arms? That man can suplex a bear. A bear on PCP. They made that into a movie, right? PCP Bear?
Nick Stuart: No.
Vince Howard: And his opponent…
The lights of the T-Mobile Arena once again go out.
The fans erupt in anticipation, and soon their energy is rewarded as the PRIMEView springs to life. On a field of white, three words appear
THE
NEXT
DIAMOND
These fade away, replaced by a logo. It’s the letter C in the shape of a diamond, with a smaller N inside. The logo is framed by the name.
NATE
COLTON
A classic rock riff signals the beginning of “Tryin’” by the Eagles, and the Kansas City fans give out a raucous cheer. 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. He also shows off the Five Star Championship, currently secured around his waist.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Nate walks quickly to the ring, stopping periodically to point at groups of cheering fans, or waving his arms to hype up the crowd. There’s just one thing; as he makes his way, alongside the ramp, percussive pyros launch to the sky.
Nick Stuart: Nate Colton is here, and these fans are on their feet!
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 and unfastening the title belt, he makes another appeal to the fans–this time, holding the Five Star Championship high above his head.
He hands the belt to referee Ashley Barlow and heads to his corner, where he stretches against the ropes and mentally prepares for his challenger.
Vince Howard: Hailing from Evansville Indiana…weighing in at two-hundred fifty-five pounds…he is the Next Diamond! He is the PRIME Five Star Champion! He is…NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE! COOOOOOOOOOOOOOLTON!
The music fades. The bombast and smoke ebbs away.
Ashley Barlow calls for the bell.
DING DING
Nick Stuart: And with that…we…are underway.
The vaunted Next Diamond stands for a moment, eyes gazing towards the crowd in the T-Mobile Arena, taking in the atmosphere. Across the ring from him, Avalon’s eyes flick toward pockets of the Kansas City faithful, quickly cracking his neck before lowering himself into a wrestling stance. This…is a wrestling hungry crowd, ready for two of the best pound for pound technicians in the sport to get it on. Know how we know?
LET’S GO COL-TON!
AV-A-LON!
LET’S GO COL-TON!
AV-A-LON!
LET’S GO COL-TON!
AV-A-LON!
The appreciation draws a smirk from the 5 Star Champion, who steadies himself and turns his attention on the Crownless King, who seems drained of all but focus. Avalon, in such a state, appears rather menacing, his fingers spastic in their movements. Colton gets in a wrestling stance of his own, the size discrepancy apparent, and goes for a collar and elbow tie up. Avalon ducks underneath it, stepping forward from the attempt, the movement quick as a hiccup. Nate grabs a handful of air, nearly stumbling in the process, but catches himself, and as he does, turns his head in the direction of his challenger who just happens to have his hands down, turning on his heel, once again getting into his stance.
Colton turns, once again going to tie up with the Crownless King, but the challenger merely steps underneath again, this time hopping lightly on his feet before turning around to face off against the 5 Star Champion.
Nick Stuart: We’re going into this contest expecting two men with tremendous respect for each other testing themselves and their ability to grapple. And that looks like what Nate Colton was expecting from the jump–
Richard Parker: And he’s not getting it. And even in that smirk, you can tell he’s getting a little annoyed.
Indeed, there is a little smirk on the face of Colton, even a little shake of the head. And as he goes to face up with Avalon once again, he readies himself in his stance, getting low on his haunches, and as Coral goes to match, there is no attempt at a collar and elbow, but rather, the 5 Star Champion sliding like he would in his amateur days at Indiana University, trying to pick the leg of the Crownless King. He’s successful, getting hold of the leg, but Avalon grabs hold of him on his upperbody and neck, stuffing any sort of takedown attempt by dropping to his own knees with Colton trapped. The Champion tries to use his strength to lift up from the position, but doing so avails his arms in the attempt, and the former Baron Von Blackberry grabs at one of them with both of his hands, using the higher ground, before locking in a side hammerlock, using his shoulder to drive and torque Colton to the canvas. Caught by surprise at how quick the moment happened, The Next Diamond smacks the mat with his free hand before using it to push up, causing a slight jolt that allows him to try and power up and grab at one of Coral’s legs.
Richard Parker: And…the grapplefest is here.
Nick Stuart: Just not in the way I think any of us expected.
Richard Parker: Avalon caught go about this paint by the numbers. Give it the old sporting try. Not if he doesn’t want to end up like FLAMBERGE, like Anna Daniels, like Tony Gamble and Dusk…
Nick Stuart: Like Tyler Adrian Best…
Colton works himself from underneath, using his massive back and position while under Avalon’s grip of the hammerlock to pushing himself to his own knees, then to try and lift the challenger up, but all the happens is Avalon wrenches on the hammerlock and gets Colton back to the canvas. Once more pinned down, there is a growing sense of urgency trickling through the Champion as he realizes his wounded arm is getting torqued on rather heavily. Getting to his knees, he flops to his backside, and before Avalon can settle in behind him, he grabs hold of him and gets his head locked in a leg scissor. Coral quickly pushes up and headstands, his back falling on top of Nate, Ashley Barlow sliding and counting the pin.
ONE
But before it can go further, Colton muscles Avalon up, arms locked around his midsection, bridging upward and looking backslide Coral into a pin, dropping to his knees, only for the Crownless King to slip just a little free, slamming the Champion’s face into the canvas with a bulldog, maintaining the headlock on the ground.
Nick Stuart: Avalon proving himself to be just a step ahead thus far…
Richard Parker: But Colton’s already fighting to get to his feet.
As much as the 5 Star Champion’s neck is getting wrenched, it’s still early, and he still has a majority of his strength. He pushes up, getting to his knees, both hands locking onto Coral’s before getting enough of an opening to pull him over from his position and onto his back, breaking the hold. Colton is the one grabbing a side headlock to the grounded Avalon, but he kicks with his feet, twisting free, only for The Next Diamond to grab hold of waistlock from behind. He tries to wrench Avalon up for a takedown slam, but Coral hooks his foot around the calf of Colton, getting a ¾ facelock, splaying his hips and getting a facelock takeover, once again taking the commanding position. Colton’s shoulders are on the mat, causing official Barlow to once again make the count.
ONE
TWO
Shoulder’s up, with Avalon letting go of the headlock to grab hold of the wrist of Colton’s wounded arm. He looks to wrench on it, but Nate’s able to lock both his hands around the wrist of Avalon, pushing up against the leverage, both men slowly moving to a stand with the pair both in a tie up wristlock. Colton uses his strength and tenacity to force Avalon to the canvas, pinning him to the mat.
ONE
TWO
Avalon kicks with his legs, breaking up the pinfall, the inertia taking him to his side, and as he rises, Colton grabs hold of him with a side headlock, looking to grind him back to the canvas, but the movement is such that Coral is able to force the Champion into the ropes, Ashley Barlow coming in to call for the clean break.
Nick Stuart: Hold for hold wrestling at its finest, exactly what the 5 Star Championship is all about!
They rest against the ropes for a moment, Colton and Avalon now sweating profusely, and as the Champion tries to let go, he is hit with a surprise armdrag.
Richard Parker: That’s what it’s all about too?
Nate Colton rises from the quick armdrag, the joy seemingly drained from his expression, eyes intently staring at his challenger. If he is expecting for there to be a knowing smirk or a nod of acknowledgment, he receives none, the Crownless King nonplussed as he looks to be ready for the next volley.
Nick Stuart: While this has been a sporting contest so far, there seems to be a bit of an edge nobody would have expected starting to come to the surface.
Richard Parker: And why wouldn’t it? Avalon knows this is his one chance. His one shot. Maybe his last real chance at winning major singles gold in PRIME.
Nick Stuart: I don’t know if this is his one chance–
Richard Parker: Get serious for a moment here. Coral Avalon is a wrestling transient. He’s more known for wearing some horrifying mask that looks like it’s straight out of the Last Of Us on HBO. A good tag team wrestler. Someone who seemed to have all the potential in the world, but the sand is running out of the hourglass. And…then there’s the reports about his wrestling school having issues.
Nick Stuart: Through no fault of his own…
Richard Parker: And it doesn’t matter. He’s also an expecting father. You think just showing up and giving Nate Colton a good match is going to put food on the table? Yeah, he can go elsewhere, do what he does in Japan. This is his chance to do something nobody thinks is possible. This is his chance to do what nobody else has managed to do; pin or submit Nate Colton in a PRIME ring. And nobody really thinks he can do it.
Nick Stuart: If nobody thought that, he wouldn’t be in this match. If nobody thought that at Colossus, he wouldn’t have beaten GREAT SCOTT–
Richard Parker: Nate Colton, whatever I may think of him, whatever people might think of him…he’s a phenom in the sport of wrestling. A walking billboard. He’s what Coral Avalon SHOULD have been all those years ago, be it in Action! Wrestling, the Squared Circle…hell…PRIME…and if you don’t think that weighs on his mind, you haven’t been paying attention here.
Nick Stuart: I think you’re reading WAY too deeply into things you WANT to be there…
Richard Parker: Yeah? And if it’s like you are thinking, Nick, then Coral should be a happy little worker bee, give Colton a strong outing so he can get his legs underneath him, and then he can deal with the big fish…like Cecilworth Farthington. And the little Blackberry will go rah rah rah the whole way.
Colton rises, cracking his neck. After he does, he extends his arm above his head, calling for a Greco-roman knuckle lock. The rising roar of the crowd does little to stir Avalon, but seeing a challenge, he locks hands with The Next Diamond. Both men are now shoulder to shoulder, but before Colton can exert his strength, Avalon swings his foot up and breaks the left knuckle lock. Colton does the same with the right. FINALLY, the two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, and the Champion hits a massive hiptoss that rattles the ring. Avalon scrambles back to his feet, The Next Diamond ready with another collar and elbow tie up, using the discombobulation to get a hammerlock of his own.
Nick Stuart: The height on that hiptoss playing a factor.
He wrenches up on the hold, nearly jerking Avalon off his feet. Coral begins pacing around the ring, slapping at his trapped arm socket with his free hand, leading Nate around in a circle, his hand reaching up at the head of the Champion, grabbing on and dropping immediately to his backside, crushing Colton with a jawbreaker with the top of his head.
Nick Stuart: OH! What a reversal!
Richard Parker: That was stiff enough to bust some chiclets.
Nate grabs for his jaw, nearly falling down, only dropping to a single knee before ricocheting back to a standing position, cradling the lower jaw. Coral tries to tie together Colton’s hands and go for another armdrag, but out of instinct, like Hercules, Colton hits him with another MASSIVE hiptoss.
Richard Parker: You can’t give Colton an inch. Not a millimeter. Not an anything. Nothing. He’s strong. He’s quick. His base is great. And he has a grit and determination we saw in more than flashes against Tyler Best, in the Murder Royal, in so many match ups against PRIME’s elite…
Colton charges at the downed Crownless King, grabbing onto him with a side headlock, his mouth moving, not saying anything, trying to deal with the jolt the jaw received. His arms are like vices, grinding against the head of Avalon, with Coral trying to get himself out of the predicament, only to get planted with a side headlock takeover, pinning him to the canvas.
ONE
TWO
Avalon is able to escape with the use of his legs scissoring the head of Colton, pulling him over to break the grip. Colton once again tries to bridge, but Coral lets go, sending his heel into the arching abs of the Champion, all before nipping up to his feet and looking to hit Nate on the rise.
But not just hit him with anything.
Nick Stuart: RHONGOMYNIAD–
Richard Parker: Colton ducks it–
Nick Stuart: Avalon off the ropes and going for it–
THHHHHHWACK
Richard Parker: OH HOYT!
Nick Stuart: COLTON with a FIERCE double axe handle on the caroming Coral Avalon! And that blow sends him out of the ring in a hurry!
Coral grabs at his chest as he walks around the ringside area, eyes cast back into the ring. Looking back up, he sees Colton nodding his head, beckoning him, ready for the match to keep going.
Nick Stuart: This match might have just taken a turn with that exchange right there!
And as Avalon walks back up the steps to get back into the ring, we know the match has shifted.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
They aren’t booing the two men competing for the 5 Star Championship.
Richard Parker: OH MY HOYT! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!
They’re booing the sudden appearance, on the entrance ramp, of a pair of figures. Two men that weren’t wrestling this evening, but are choosing now to make their presence known in the midst of this title contest.
Cecilworth Farthington, the man with a date with the 5 Star Champion at Tropical Turmoil.
FLAMBERGE, the man with a date with the Intense Champion at Tropical Turmoil.
Richard Parker: NICK! NICK! NIIIIICK! YOU KNOW…YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS, RIGHT?!
Nick Stuart: We need security out here RIGHT now!
Richard Parker: NO! SHUT UP WITH THAT RIGHT NOW! WE ARE BEING GRACED WITH GREATNESS!
Farthington is dressed casually, dapper, a white sportcoat and a powder blue dress shirt, all with a flourish with a trendy pink tie. His tailored slacks are charcoal, with white brushed leather Oxfords to complete the look. FLAMBO sports a teal blazer with an eggshell white turtleneck underneath. The gold chain around his neck is nowhere near as cheap as his garish bright-yellow-framed plastic sunglasses, copper slacks and a pair of black Oxfords completing his ensemble. The pair stand on the ramp, looking toward the ring, the competitors within staring in their direction. FLAMBERGE is incredulous. Farthington puts his hand out, giving a wave to his fans, then pantomiming for Colton and Avalon to continue with their little contest. Unfazed by the daggers staring in their direction, Farthington reaches into his pocket, pulling out his cellphone.
Nick Stuart: I can’t believe the audacity of these two coming out now–
Richard Parker: IT’S BEAUTIFUL! THE CHOKE BOYS ARE HERE! THE DOCTOR STOPPAGE DUO! GLUE POINT HOYTING OH BAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEEEEEEEEEEE!
The pair stand their ground, not really making a move to the ring. Enough. Avalon steps back into the ring, and while Colton’s attention is still turned toward the invaders, Coral is grabbing hold of him with a surprise cradle!
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Colton immediately gets to his feet, and as he does, he throws his arms out, pushing the challenger of the 5 Star Championship over forcefully. There is no grace, no ‘my bad’, just a growing sense of orneriness mixing with a touch of frustration that Avalon would try and take a pin this way. The sudden shock forces Colton to bounce off the ropes, charging forward, obliterating Avalon with a shoulder tackle, sending the Crownless King back to the canvas. A quick yank up by the hair, and The Next Diamond whips Avalon with all his might into the opposite corner, the rush making it so Coral is unable to impede his rush into the turnbuckles, smashing into them chest first. He staggers back, grabbing at his sternum, and as he does, Colton grabs hold of him, wrapping his arms around his hands and neck.
Nick Stuart: COLTON CLUTCH SUPL–
Sensing the danger, Avalon dips as quickly as he can, grabbing onto Colton’s hands, dropping him with a makeshift armdrag that has him utterly shocked and surprised that the Crownless King is so quick to escape. He tries getting up quickly, but the charging Avalon gives him no quarter.
Nick Stuart: RHONGOMYNIAD!
The blow drops Colton to his backside, in the corner. One armament to be followed with another. Avalon charges backward, taking off in a running start, all before diving at the prone 5 Star Champion.
Nick Stuart: SECACE–
Richard Parker: Colton rolled out of the way!
Nick Stuart: OH! Avalon with a full head of steam and he collides with the corner! Oh that might have hurt him bad!
Avalon launched himself like a cannonball into the corner, but Nate Colton escaped just in the nick of time. He’s up to his feet, brushing off the feeling surging through his chest from the boot that hit him, and with little thought, he scrapes Coral from the canvas, grabbing hold of him, all before tossing him overhead with an exploder suplex, quickly following with a cover.
ONE
TWO
THR-NO!
Nick Stuart: THAT was close!
Colton moves to a knee, grabbing onto the arm of Coral Avalon, rising off the canvas before putting his outside knee into the crook of the elbow, driving it into the canvas. As he does this, FLAMBERGE and Cecilworth slowly start making their way down the ramp, making their way alongside the ringside area. Signal flares are going off with the two being in close proximity of the ring, and Nate Colton shouts toward them, ready for the attack. FLAMBERGE flips him off and calls him a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch. Cecilworth? He doesn’t even look up from his phone, brushing the language away with his free hand.
Nick Stuart: What are these two…these jackals…
Richard Parker: Lions! They’re lions, Nick!
Nick Stuart: Why are these two out here?!
Richard Parker: Well, Cecilworth has a vested interest in the outcome of this bout.
Nick Stuart: And FLAMBERGE? His sights are on Paxton Ray. We heard this earlier in the evening!
Richard Parker: Look, just because two hot, young, virile good boys want to watch some of the pro graps isn’t cause for concern.
Nick Stuart: Says you! The 5 Star Championship is on the line here!
As if answering Nick’s line of questioning, FLAMBERGE is handed a wad of cash. How much is it? Is it hundreds or one dollar bills? Wouldn’t you like to know. FLAMBO hands a pair of fans in the front row the wad, telling them something. Those fans? They vacate, and once they do, Cecilworth and FLAMBERGE make their way over the rail, sitting in the now vacant seats. Farthington puts his feet up on the rail, reclining back on his phone.
Richard Parker: That…that is a man who is definitely back in wrestling!
In the ring, Avalon starts to try and roll away from Colton, hoping to create some distance between the two. However, seeing both forever rival and potential challenger are not making a move, Colton turns his focus back into the ring, reaching over to Coral, pulling him from the canvas. On his knees, Avalon throws a few quick forearms into the ribs of The Next Diamond, then driving his shoulder upward into his breadbasket.
Doubled over and prone, Avalon gets up to his feet, and in a show of defiance, rubs Nate’s head and hair before loading him up for a european uppercut. Another. And another. The last one bolts Colton upright, his chest reddening, his eyes now wide. This should be a ‘oh shit’ moment.
Nick Stuart: Those blows hitting hard but they only look to be waking Nate Colton up!
Avalon goes for another european uppercut, but is met with a stiff forearm from the Champion. Another. And another. Each successive blow sends Avalon backpedaling, drawing him closer and closer to the opposite end of the ring. Colton snatches his wrist, irish whipping him in the corner, all before grabbing hold of him and yeeting him over the top rope after a hip attack with a back suplex.
Nick Stuart: WATCH OUT!
Richard Parker: CORAL GO SPLAT!
It’s not his back that takes the brunt of the blow, thankfully. He does, however, land on his knees. He stumbles to push himself back to a stand, following back down as he does so.
Nick Stuart: Oh no. That might have blown out a knee!
Avalon does manage to start picking himself up. And as he does?
Richard Parker: WHAT THE?!
Nick Stuart: COLTON THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND! CROSS BODY TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! And AVALON IS DOWN! COLTON ROARING TO THE FANS AND LISTEN TO THEM!
Richard Parker: So much for being subtle!
COL-TON
COL-TON
COL-TON
Barlow begins her count, but doesn’t get far, as Colton rolls Avalon back into the ring. Rolling in shortly behind, he grabs hold of Coral, lifting him up before nailing a forearm smash, then spins him around, hooking him by the head.
Nick Stuart: INVERTED SUPLEX!
Colton is feeling it! And he knows what comes next. Grabbing onto Avalon, he jerks him back to his feet, grabbing hold of the Colton Clutch!
Nick Stuart: OH HE HAS THE COLTON CLUTCH LOCKED IN! HE HAS IT–
Survival instinct has Coral grabbing at the hands, the arms, punching them. It’s enough to cause the hold to loosen up. But there is no respite. The Next Diamond grabs onto him with a waistlock from behind.
Nick Stuart: BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!
ONE
TWO
THRE–KICKOUT!
Richard Parker: My precious Cecilworth just looked up from his phone there!
A kick out just in the nick of time.
But Colton isn’t through! He keeps his arms wrapped around the waist of Avalon, yanking him back up, ready to hit another german suplex, but as he lifts, Coral catches him with a surprise roll up!
ONE
TWO
THRE–KICKOUT!
Nick Stuart: AVALON ALMOST STOLE IT RIGHT THERE!
The two stagger to a stand, and Avalon nails Colton with an open palm strike to the head. The blow is enough to catch Colton off guard, enough for the Crownless King to hit a saito suplex. Colton hits hard on the canvas, and as he does, the feisty challenger goes in, quickly trying for a omoplata.
Nick Stuart: Vortigern’s Pillory! Avalon going for that bad arm from Culture Shock–
Richard Parker: And he’s got the arm!
But as he goes for the armbar portion, Colton, persistent, having scouted for exactly this, bridges out as best as he can, causing Avalon to tumble over. Rising up, Colton explodes through him with a shoulder tackle, then yanks him off the canvas and delivers a backbreaker.
The blow is enough to launch Avalon to the canvas. Colton, on his own knees, looks over at his challenger, then to the two men sitting at ringside, FLAMBERGE’s eyes intent on the action, Cecilworth still nose deep in his cellphone.
Nick Stuart: These two…giving it their absolute all! Everything they have!
Richard Parker: And the question is…what’s it going to take? What’s it going to take to beat the other?
Colton rises up before dropping to a single knee. He’s back to his feet again, sweat stinging his eyes, his breathing heavy, and he knows he needs something big to take full control. His fingers grab hold of Avalon, lifting him back up to his feet. He pushes him into the near corner, hitting him with a few forearm shots whenever the Crownless King seems to stir. In the corner, he grabs onto a front chancery, lifting Avalon up onto the top turnbuckle so he is perched.
Nick Stuart: Oh…oh no…
LET’S GO COL-TON!
AV-A-LON!
LET’S GO COL-TON!
AV-A-LON!
LET’S GO COL-TON!
AV-A-LON!
With Avalon now perched on the top rope, Colton begins to make his ascent. Once at the top, he grabs hold of another front facelock, and jerks Avalon to a stand.
One shot to the side almost releases the hold, and then another. But Colton uses a close headbutt, uncharacteristic, to drop the challenger for good. Yanking him back up, his hand latches onto his opponent’s waistband, and, with the Kansas City fans at a fever pitch, slings him over.
Nick Stuart: SUPERPLEX–
Richard Parker: WAAAAAAIT OH MY HOYT
Nick Stuart: OH MY WORD AVALON GOT OUT AND LANDED ON HIS FEET! COLTON CRASHED TO THE CANVAS ON THE SUPERPLEX ATTEMPT BUT CORAL AVALON ESCAPED AND LANDED ON HIS FEET!
Avalon did land on his feet, his agility legendary.
Nick Stuart: COLTON TRYING TO GET UP–-RHONGOMYNIAD!
Richard Parker: IS HE–
Nick Stuart: AVALON HAS HIM BEFORE HE CAN FALL OVER DOUBLE UNDERHOOK WAIT WAIT EXCALIBUR! EXCALIBUR! EXCALIBUR!
The sitout double underhook piledriver connects with full force, Colton’s body limply crashing before sitting back up. FLAMBERGE’s eyes go wide. Cecilworth Farthington? The phone is in his pocket, and he is now standing, as are the rest of the fans in Kansas City.
Two Armaments hit. But there is no cover. Coral Avalon IS a wrestling transient. He has been all over the world, plying his craft, one of the absolute great underground wrestlers there is. After a quick rise to stardom, his once promising future hit roadblocks, unable to achieve what he was able to in his first formative years. Forever a bridesmaid. Crownless. In the past, Coral would go for the pin right here, right now, sure he had done enough.
He knows he hasn’t.
It’s why he stands up. Nate Colton sits on the canvas but he is a Champion. The number one rated wrestler in all of PRIME. The man with more ELO points than anyone in history. He is not only the future of PRIME, but also its present. Unbeaten, unpinned. His mind stirs, rebooting, a sliver of life left within him, and if he can get up, if he can just get up, maybe that will grow, will give him what he needs to surmount this deadly challenge.
Avalon sees it. And running as fast as he can to the ropes behind Colton, he springs off them, driving forward.
A third Armament.
Nick Stuart: SECACE! SECACE TO THE BACK OF COLTON’S HEAD! OH MY GOD DID DO IT?!
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING
Nick Stuart: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! AVALON! AVALON! CORAL AVALON DID IT!
The crowd erupts as loud as they can. They are witness to history.
Vince Howard: The winner of this match…and NEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW! PRIME! 5 STAR CHAMPION! COOOOOOOORAL! AAAAAAAAVALON!
Avalon lays on the canvas for a good few moments, the wall of sound, his theme, all of it, along with the sweat and years of toil, grabbing hold of him. He feels a surge of excitement, rising from the ground, backing into the near corner, hands on his head, all before letting out a roar as he pumps his fist in the air, all before crumbling back to his knees.
A glassy eyed Nate Colton looks over, and he knows. Losing space and time means one thing. He slaps the canvas, stumbling after rolling out of the ring, doing his best to push himself back to his feet.
Richard Parker: This…is about to get spicy!
He doesn’t listen to FLAMBERGE and all the hooting and hollering he’s doing. Hands on his hips, he kicks against the ring steps, cursing to himself, dropping to a knee before getting back to a stand. He makes his way to the timekeeper’s table. Ashley Barlow is going for the 5 Star Championship, grabbing it before going to enter the ring.
Colton stops her, his hands out.
Richard Parker: OH LOOK AT HIM HE’S ALL GROWN UP NOW GOING TO LAY WASTE TO EVERYONE!
There’s a brief conversation happening, all as Avalon looks to the outside, at what is going on. Barlow hands the belt to Colton, who then rolls into the ring, getting up to his feet the best he can. A brief moment between the two, their eyes locking, no words exchanged. Colton looks down at the 5 Star Championship, cradling it, bringing it to his lips to kiss the face plate. Without hesitation afterward, he hands it right to Coral Avalon, who takes it, giving him a bow. Colton bows back, nearly falling in the process, all before raising the hand of the new 5 Star Champion.
Richard Parker: Oh how damn lame!
Nick Stuart: What an incredible show of sportsmanship between these two incredible athletes!
No longer wanting to take the spotlight, Colton exits stage left, allowing Avalon his moment to bask in victory. The Crownless King takes the belt and goes to the nearest corner, rising up it, then pumping the 5 Star Championship into the air.
And as he does?
His eyes stay firmly locked on Cecilworth Farthington.
We then cut to the backstage area.