UNIVERSAL TITLE: BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD (c) vs. CANCER JILES
“HEY HEY!”
Richard Parker: Why is he here? I thought we were done with the rest of the show, and now we get to see Jiles get his ass kicked from here to Kingdom Come?
Nick Stuart: These fans are going crazy at the sight of the number onecontender here in the arena, old buddy!
Richard Parker: I notice you didn’t answer my question!
With less swagger than usual,Impulse and Calico Rose enter the arena to a cacophony of cheers, hand in hand and deferentially appreciative of the response. As Impulse is not about to enter the ring for a match of his own he does seem decidedly more relaxed than his usual energy – laden swagger. Likewise, Cally appears less outgoing towards the fans and more subdued. She still wears her ‘ANGELO AND BESTIE FOR ALL THE INTENSITY 2022’ top, but has left her sign backstage.
Nick Stuart: To be more to your point, Richard, who’s more invested in the PRIME Universal Champion than the number one contender? Impulse, good to see you. Cally, lovely as always.
There is a bit of rustling as two more headsets are donned and the music fades.
Impulse: Good to be here with you, gentlemen.
Nick Stuart: Obviously you have a vested interest in whomever leaves with the Championship tonight, do you have a preference for whom you’ll face?
Impulse: I don’t think that really needs elaboration, does it?
Richard Parker: The entire company has come together under an Anti-Cancer banner, you don’t have to say anything.
A horse mightily neighs.
“Neigh.”
A voice then plays.
“Run for it, Charlie! Run straight home, and don’t stop ‘til you get there!”
Then, as if it weren’t clear enough, the vibrant opening guitar riff of “I am the COOL” erupts through the MGM Grand. It is loud, but not loud enough.
BOOOOOO~!!!!!!!!
COOL, calm, and collected, Jiles, alone, emerges from the back on his own two feet. He stops at the top of the ramp and takes in the “adoring” audience from behind the comfort of his T-shades.
Richard Parker: BLEED!!!!
Sly, like a snake, the COOLYMPIAN crouches down into a pounce position, cocks his head upward, and releases a violent burst of his venomous YOLJK high into the air.
Nick Stuart: Guess he’s healthy.
Richard Parker: Guess it won’t matter. NOW BLEED!!!!!!!!!!!
With mist dripping down his chin like his mouth were a leaky faucet, the challenger slowly starts to make his way down to the ring. His wrists are taped. His boots are laced. His hair shines like the sun.
Impulse: This is going to sound crazy, but part of me wants him to win so I can be the one to step on his sunglasses. Is that wrong?
Richard Parker: Blasphemer.
Impulse: PART of me.
Upon reaching ringside the Philly native slithers under the bottom rope, waves a swell hello to the unimpressed announce team, and then shares his thoughts about what constitutes “blood” with senior referee Timo Bolamba.
Nick Stuart: There’s a palpable sense of dread here tonight. A cornered animal is dangerous, and with what is on the line, with what he’s done, perhaps Cancer Jiles…yes…Cancer Jiles…has the advantage. A loss for him here, and even after making the Finals of the Almasy Invitational, after coming in as a prized signing given his credentials from places like High Octane Wrestling…he suddenly becomes an odd man out. There isn’t another bounty. No second Golden Ticket. This is it.
Richard Parker: And for all our damn sakes, no path forward.
Nick Stuart: The PRIME Universal Championship is one of the hardest championships to win in the history of professional wrestling. To earn a shot, to earn the right to fight for it…that is a battle in and of itself. But to win it? The lineage, the history of the Universal Championship is filled with those who had momentum on their side, who looked unbeatable, unstoppable, only to fall.
Impulse: I’m not going to lie, that’s true. But it’s also a Championship where, on any night, the challenger can do what most think is unthinkable. I was in the crowd at Ultra Violence 2005, when Karina Wolfenden lost the Universal Title to Killean Sirrajin. Everyone thought the K-Wolf was unbeatable. Yet, when that night was over, Karina, her championship, her record tying ten match winning streak…all of that was gone.
Richard Parker: And then there’s the upset of the century. Tchu fought and annihilated a slew of Hall of Famers in 2006 to win the Universal Championship from Hoyt Williams…and by Hoyt…not three weeks after everyone was screaming Inhuman Being Era, he lost to Clyde freaking Walkins!
Impulse: Is it an upset when the man wins the rematches? Because Walkins did that.
Nick Stuart: The historical ramifications of tonight, the tea leaves…nobody knows what’s about to happen. And for some, that’s scary. Either the Diamond Era is truly here, or PRIME becomes the proving ground of the eGG Bandits.
The challenger is out, confident, the Cool of Cancer Jiles oozing with the force of a man-made disaster. The fans are booing heavily as he stands center stage, utterly unaffected by the cries of the PRIMEates. They’re waiting, baying for blood, growing ever impatient.
The heavy percussion powers in a rapid four, a metallic reverberation in two quickly following. An unmistakable sound hallmarking perhaps the first true seminal action film; <a href=”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKUQJ5aRUmQ” target=”_blank”>Trust Me by Brad Fiedel.</a> The drums of the coming war. The PRIMEView transitions quickly away from the arena, to the backstage, the camera on a door with a simple tag that causes the rain of boos to instantly change to primal roar.
Richard Parker: Okay. Things just got real in a hurry here.
The door explodes open, nearly coming off its hinges with the raw power used to push it open. Out steps the Universal Champion Brandon Youngblood, the belt slung over his shoulder. He powerwalks, a slight, barely noticeable limp in his stride, his expression focused, intense, and for many, harrowing. The only noticeable difference in his attire on this night is a large, bulky knee brace strapped over his left knee, needed thanks to the humiliation of Cancer Jiles.
Impulse: I think this has to be worrying if you’re Jiles. You’d think Brandon would be in a lot worse shape. He was only cleared for this match earlier this week. But the Champion isn’t showing as much wear as I thought he would coming into tonight after what happened at ReVival 7.
Richard Parker: And if that’s the case, then the fact that this is a fight and not a match isn’t in Jiles favor.
Impulse: As much as I believe in Brandon, he’s still not one hundred percent.
Nick Stuart: First Blood. The ultimate variable.
He moves, undaunted, through the locker room hallway. Nobody filled those halls, not now, not with what was about to come. The intensity of Youngblood is legendary. If it was even possible, tonight marked a focus never before seen from the Tower of Babel. He’d already defeated Jiles once, had beaten everyone in his path to win the Almasy Invitational and claim his rightful place as the Ace of PRIME. The Last Diamond. This, though, is personal. The hallway transitions from locker room doors to the backstage, to the metal supports and the black drapery making up the lead to the entrance ramp. The cameraman has followed Brandon religiously since he started his advance, the champion never wavering, never looking away from his own path. And as he neared the steps leading to the Argyle Position, the camera stops, now shooting his back as he ascends and turns, his hand throwing back the curtain. He disappears, the cameraman lingering, the soundtrack having reached its final beats. The fans are ready. And as the show goes back to the arena, we can see the fever pitch is about to reach another level in a few short moments.
All debts between them will be collected tonight.
There will be no doubt.
No mercy.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE
LET THE GALAXY BURN
A wall of dominant noise surges through the arena, an absolutely raucous ovation turning the MGM Grand Arena into the modern day colosseum. And as <a href=”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiXA5TMHRTc” target=”_blank”>Bloodsport (World Domination) by HEALTH</a> thunders, their Maximus arrives.
Nick Stuart: Oh my! This ovation!
Richard Parker: It’s time! Blood for the Blood God! Put this asshole’s skull on your throne! Let’s get through this egg shaped nightmare and get on with our lives!
Nick Stuart: This is what Cancer Jiles is up against. The PRIME Universal Champion. The man who Randallplexed him three consecutive times beat him without controversy. But it’s more than that. Jiles faces a true tower of Babel moment here; the last time Brandon Youngblood lost a singles contest in professional wrestling on a non-Pay-Per-View event? August of 2007.
Impulse: Danny Ferguson.
Richard Parker: Whoa. How’d he–
Impulse: Leave no stone unturned when trying to learn your opponent. Brandon wants five more minutes? I’m going to make them everything he wants and more.
If looks could kill, Cancer Jiles would have died untold millions of times under the glower of the Tower of Babel. The COOLYMPIAN, under his T-Shades, stares back, an oddly macabre smirk painting the corners of his lips. Youngblood’s march, while marked with a slight hobble, is purposeful.
There is no walking along the ringside area, no slowdown to take in the scene of his first, and possibly last, Universal Championship defense. Instead, he stomps his way up the steps and into the ring, and taking one pace forward, forcefully throws the Championship into the chest of Head Official Timo Bolamba. The pitch causes the Samoan Silencer to backpedal, a look of concern crossing his painted face. Youngblood makes no acknowledgement. He just stares toward Jiles, through him, waiting for the bell.
Nick Stuart: I tell you, you can watch those entrances all you want, you can be on the edge of your seat for the entirety of the match to see who ends up walking out as PRIME Universal Champion, but right now? The excitement of seeing these two facing off again, the anticipation of what’s about to happen? This is why I’m firstly a fan of the sport.
Vince Howard: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your MAIN EVENT, and it is for the PRIME. UNIVERSAL. CHAMPIONSHIP!
Huge pop from the seats, neither of the competitors look the slightest bit distracted by it.
Vince Howard: And this is a FIRST BLOOD MATCH!
Impulse: There’s such a different headspaces you need to be in when you can lose a match without being pinned or forced to submit, you need an entirely different strategy.
Vince Howard: Introducing first, is the challenger!
Boos cascade through the crowd at the very hint of the challengers name. Jiles shoots a few of the bolder ones a look from behind his shades, the hint of a smile on his lips. Clearly, he has a plan.
Vince Howard: Representing the EGG BANDITS… From Phildadelphia, PA and weighing in at two hundred eighteen pounds… COO—
The announcement suddenly gets cut off as Jiles pulls the microphone away from Vince and shouts something incomprehensible at him. Vince stares for a moment, before shrugging with the slightest eye roll.
Vince Howard: Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds, pending an additional twenty, he is the GOD of MOUNT COOLYMPUS, and the Champion of the Almasy Invitational Lisieux bracket… COOL! CANCER! JIIIIIIIIILES!
Nick Stuart: You can hear the disdain for Cancer Jiles in these fans reactions!
Richard Parker: You can heard the disdain for Cancer Jiles in the midst of a memorial service for a two hundred year old nun, this isn’t new.
Impulse: They can hate him all they want, but he’s in the spot he’s in for a reason and if you let your feelings for Jiles personally cloud your preparation in the ring, he’s got you dead to rights. And he’s proven that again and again.
Vince Howard: AND HIS OPPONENT…
That’s all it takes, a “BRAN-DON-YOUNG-BLOOD” chant breaks out in the arena.
Vince Howard: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, and weighing in at two hundred eighty pounds… THE LA—
Now the Champ cuts Vince off, though somewhat less obnoxiously.
Vince Howard: Hem. Weighing in at two hundred eighty pounds because his championship title does not weigh him down, the three time former 5-Star Champion, the winner of the 2009 Jewel in the Crown and PRIME… HALL… OF… FAMER… the Champion of the ENTIRE Almasy Invitational Tournament…
Richard Parker: Suck it, Jiles!
Vince Howard: THE REIGNING PRIME UNIVERSAL CHAMPION… THE LAST DIAMOND… BRANDON YOUNGBLOOOOOD!
Nick Stuart: It’s night and day looking at fan reaction to the challenger and the champion!
Richard Parker: Would you want to be the one walking into the arena with a sign that says ‘I’m A Fan Of Cancer’?
Vince Howard: At this time, it is my pleasure to introduce the official for this match, head referee and PRIME legend, Timo Bolamba!
The two shake hands as Vince hands him the microphone.
Timo Bolamba: Gentlemen… this is a First Blood match for the Universal Championship. There will be no DQ and no countouts. I will not be calling for any rope breaks or giving any warnings for use of foreign objects or however long you may be out of the ring. My only role will be calling for the bell when there is sufficient blood.
Impulse: First blood matches are the bane of the mat wrestler, they force you to throw out everything you know about the art of it for full on brute force.
Timo Bolamba: I will not be calling the bell on a small scratch that might draw blood, or a tiny cut over the eye, or a minor bloody nose. You don’t get to leave here as Universal Champion unless I see blood dripping. Do you both understand?
Nick Stuart: They both nod assent, and it doesn’t get much more serious than this!
Richard Parker: Even if I seriously want to see Jiles’ teeth punched down his throat. Would that count as dripping blood?
Timo holds the Championship Title belt up in the air and the bell sounds off, signifying the start of the match! Jiles immediately fakes for Youngblood’s delicately wrapped knee, nearly causing the Champion to lose his balance as he adjusts his weight to compensate.
Nick Stuart: Youngblood may have been medically cleared, but he’s still favoring that knee!
Youngblood glares daggers at Jiles, who moves around the ring, light on his feet, making a very obvious point.
Boos. Clearly. Jiles stops his fancy footwork and holds his hand up, which is just out of the ordinary enough to stop the Champion in his tracks.
RichardParker: There’s no time outs here, what does he think he’s doing? Andwhy is Youngblood humoring him?
With an over-exaggerated flourish, Jiles turns his back to the Champion and slowly removes his sunglasses.
Nick Stuart: YOUNGBLOOD HOOKS HIM FROM BEHIND! GERMAN SUPLEX!
Richard Parker: That arrogance might throw off any other opponent but all he did was make the Champion mad!
Impulse: He’s playing it all wrong. Jiles’ speed is his biggest advantage and he hasn’t pressed it yet.
Youngblood holds on and hits Jiles with another German suplex, and pulls him around again, but this time instead of lifting and dropping him on his neck and shoulders, the Champ adjusts his grip and sends Jiles down with a Randallplex!
Impulse: Any other match and it’d be over right here. These are the risks you take when you take on an undorthodox match.
Timo backs Youngblood off and checks Jiles face and back of his head, but there’s no blood to be seen and he steps away.
Richard Parker: Oh, the ultimate insult, Youngblood pulls Jiles up with two hands full of hair.
Standing behind his challenger with the formerly-perfectly-coiffed hair in his hands, Youngblood sends Jiles face first into the top turnbuckle! And again! He lifts even higher, aiming for the ringpost! Jiles gets his hands up at the last minute to shield his face, and he rolls out of the ring on wobbly legs!
Richard Parker: Still not busted open. You’re taking too long!
Nick Stuart: It’s been all Brandon Youngblood so far in this one and he’s following Jiles out of the ring!
A forearm to the back staggers the challenger, and Youngblood shoves him even harder from behind, sending his opponent ribs first into the guardrail. Youngblood grabs his foot and pulls him off the railing – once again face planting him on the floor!
Richard Parker: Still no blood from Jiles? What is he, a replicant?
Impulse: Champ trying to end this one early, which is a good idea. As much as we rag on Jiles, he’s a dangerous opponent, especially when all he’s gotta do is make you bleed.
Forearm to the back of the head! Youngblood flips Jiles over and crouches over him, firing forearms and elbows into his face and chest! Timo gets right next to them, checking for blood, as Jiles tries his best to cover up. It’s a stalemate, however, as every time Brandon’s hands are free Jiles is able to cover up, and every time the Champ pulls his hands down his blows are less damaging.
Nick Stuart: This is weeks of frustration coming out right now.
“FUCK ‘EM UP BRANDON FUCK ‘EM UP” shout the fans.
Like a mouse caught in a trap, Jiles attempts to squirm away as best he can from underneath Youngblood’s massive frame, but the Universal Champion catches him mid shimmy and hoists him up in the air with an incredible military press. HE DROPS JILES ON THE RING STEPS! Timo is in position, but he waves his hands no!
Nick Stuart: I don’t believe it!
Youngblood argues for a half second with Timo, but this isn’t like a fast count, it’s a black and red issue and the fact remains, there isn’t any blood. A split-screen replay shows Jiles scrambling even as he falls to protect himself as best he can – he took the impact right in the ribs and while there are several ugly looking welts and blisters, there’s nothing that would cause Timo to call for the bell.
Nick Stuart: Youngblood not wasting any time, he’s got a chair in hand!
Richard Parker: Hey Superboy, what do you think of this as a pro wrestling tactic?
Impulse: It’s the risks you take in a no hold barred match. I wouldn’t want to be there, but you do what you have to.
Timo stands back, ignoring his referee instincts due to the match type, and Brandon Youngblood raises the chair to drive it into the back of Cancer Jiles’ head and sandwich it with a literal hard place—Jiles shoves the ring steps forward into Youngblood’s shin!
Nick Stuart: That was right to the right shin! Youngblood staggers back into the ring apron!
Cally: Right?
Impulse: The boot should offer some protection for the shin but most of his weight was probably on his right foot, favoring that left knee.
While the shot to the shin seems to have been no worse than a ‘Now walk it off’ to Youngblood, the breathing room left to Jiles seems to be everything he needs. Even as the Last Diamond recovers his footing and reaches back for his chair, Jiles hoists the top half of the ring steps and crashes them down between Youngblood’s shoulder blades! He hits the floor on top of the chair and Jiles swings the steps hard!
Impulse: Just like that, the momentum can swing.
Richard Parker: So can a weapon. Youngblood needs to stop with the blunt and go for a blade.
Taking opportunity to scramble away and breathe a little easier, Jiles first moves to another side of the ring before grabbing a chair of his own and sliding back between the ropes. Armed with the high ground, he sets himself up defensively for several seconds, until he sees Youngblood’s head appear from beneath the apron again as he pulls himself to his feet.
Nick Stuart: JILES SWINGS! HE CONNECTS! OH MY GOODNESS!
Richard Parker: Please no, please no, please no, and please no!
Impulse: It looks like he caught the champion in the face with the edge of the chair, if this isn’t over with the blood it might be over with Youngblood unable to continue.
Cally: Can they… do that?
Nick Stuart: I think Timo Bolamba will have to exercise extreme discretion here, but if he calls the match due to a bloodless injury I think he’ll have a very angry Tower of Babel in his rear view!
The camera closes in on Brandon Youngblood, attended to by the referee. He looks up at Timo and he is clearly not bleeding – but an audible gasp escapes the crowd as we see his right eye is swollen completely shut from a still – swelling mass on his face! The conversation is inaudible, but the response from Youngblood – “FUCK YOU” – is obvious.
Richard Parker: Can he even see out of that side?
Youngblood rises to his unsteady feet and looks towards the ring, and he locks eye with Cancer Jiles. Immediately, the look of apprehension on the challenger’s face melts away and the far-too-familiar confidence returns. He coughs twice, still catching his breath from the barrage on his chest and lungs, but remains vertical.
Nick Stuart: Forget about the knee, that bruise is a massive target!
Impulse: You’re not wrong, Nick. Worst case scenario Jiles can take out the knee to knock out Youngblood’s mobility, and he’s ripe for the picking.
Jiles off the ropes, and a baseball slide to Youngblood’s face! Youngblood turns his head at the last moment to protect his vulnerability, and he sprawls out on the floor! Cancer nonchalantly picks up his chair and steps through the ropes, and drops down with a heel right into the back of Youngblood’s left knee!
Impulse: There you go. He’s got that knee well protected with the brace but you don’t wear one of those unless you need it. Everything that hits it is going to have the volume turned way up.
Nick Stuart: Chair to the back of the head! The steel bends but there’s no blood!
Richard Parker: He’s already bleeding, partner, it’s just not gushing yet! Just a matter of time, pending a miracle! Is it too late for a Hail Mary?
Surprisingly, the Champ is still trying to rise. Jiles circles him, gesturing at Youngblood to hurry up! The fans’ volume raises at his audacity, and the boos begin to fly even harder (if you can believe it) when Jiles backhands him in the face! Youngblood storms to his feet, clearly running on adrenalin, and he takes a swing that gets cut off by a boot to the knee and a dragon screw!
Nick Stuart: Jiles is toying with the Last Diamond! He’s fully in control right now, but he’d better get on the ball and bust Youngblood open quickly while he has the chance!
Richard Parker: Don’t give him ideas!
Jiles stops and does a 360, looking at the fans booing him and dodging the bit of trash that’s started to be tossed. He raises his hands in victory, not flinching as a handful of cups and papers bounce off his chest.
Richard Parker: Why is he coming this way? He’s not welcome here!
Showing complete disrespect for his opponent, Jiles walks at his own pace to the commentary table, but he also shows a level of intelligence by staying out of reach.
He points at the timekeeper’s table.
Cancer Jiles: I’m about to take the Universal Championship.
And he points at Impulse.
Cancer Jiles: Then I’ll take you out at Great American Nightmare.
Finally, he points at Cally.
Cancer Jiles: Then, if you’re lucky, I’ll take you to the alley behind the arena for the best night of your life.
Nick Stuart: Now wait a—
Impulse stands up, and locks eyes with the challenger. The Marathon Man looks deadly serious, until his eyes shift to the left and a smirk forms on his face! Jiles looks a second too late as a knee brace bounces off the side of his head!
Richard Parker: THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!
It was still an adrenalin – fueled blind rush as Youngblood lands on his hands and knees, but he looks up and lets loose a primal scream that the fans respond to with a massive pop. Climbing to his feet, he takes several careful – but solid – steps towards Jiles and scoops him up!
Nick Stuart: Youngblood playing a bit of possum with his knee, I have no doubt it’s still tender but he looks like he’s walking pretty well on it!
Impulse: Oh yeah. If you’ve got an injury that can be exploited, your opponent has the advantage. But if your opponent thinks you have an injury and you’re calling attention to it, you can turn it around on them.
Youngblood doesn’t bother with anything fancy, he hoists Jiles above his head and drops him on the announce table, his head, ribs, and hip cracking against the monitors! The Champion steps back a few to rest against the ring apron while Jiles writhes in agony. Timo is on the scene to check both men but Jiles is black and blue with no red anywhere, and Youngblood still has vision out of one eye.
Nick Stuart: Care to take a free shot?
Impulse: He wins, I’ll save it for Great American Nightmare. He loses, he’s not my concern.
Cally: He’s gross.
Jiles rolls to the floor, hand pressed to his side. He manages to get his knees underneath his body, but before he can rise up under his own power, Youngblood pulls him up and whips him into the apron! Jiles holds on to the bottom rope to stay on his feet, only to eat a series of elbows to the head and face!
Nick Stuart: The Champion is in control again, but both of these men are battered and bruised, and it’s still anyone’s fight!
Impulse: Honestly I think Jiles might still have the advantage. One good shot at Brandon’s eye could be the end of the match.
Youngblood sends Jiles back into the ring, but takes a second for himself to steady his steps. The pain in his legs may have been exaggerated to sucker Jiles, but it’s still real and it’s still a distraction, which means he does the only thing he can.
He ignores it, and climbs back between the ropes.
Nick Stuart: Huge discoloration on Jiles’ rib cage, it’s gotta hurt to even take a breath!
Richard Parker: One can only hope.
Youngblood hooks Jiles from behind around the neck, and he locks in a blatant chokehold with Jiles’ right arm trapped as well! There’s no submission so Timo does not ask Jiles how he’s doing, but there’s also no disqualification so there’s no need or incentive for the Champion to hide it or camouflage it. He’s holding the pressure right on Jiles’ jugular, but the wily challenger is doing his best to keep himself from getting fully locked in!
HOOK AROUND THE BACK OF THE HEAD! MODIFIED JAWBREAKER FROM JILES! Youngblood lets go and staggers backwards, holding his jaw, while Jiles holds his ribs after impacting with the mat.
Nick Stuart: They’ve both been battered and beaten, but neither man is bleeding!
Impulse: Neither of them have been able to maintain control for very long. It might be time to abandon the first blood tactics and go for a traditional victory. If one of them can get the other down for the equivalent of a three count, that should be enough time to get first blood.
Jiles with a kick to the midsection! He whips Youngblood into the ropes! The Champion ducks a clothesline attempt – COOLYMPIAN YOLJK!
Impulse: Like that. He’s just taken away the Champ’s other eye!
Richard Parker: That damned yellow mist! Jiles hits Terminal Cancer and he’ll pop that blister and possibly pop the Champion’s eye!
Impulse: Wait.
Clearly, Terminal Cancer is on Jiles’ mind as he sets himself to be ready as soon as Youngblood is in position, but Timo Bolamba pulls him away and starts to point at his face. Arguments ensure, while Timo continues to gesture to Jiles’ mouth while Jiles pushes his hands away!
Nick Stuart: I’m not sure what the argument is here, but Jiles is livid at Timo—wait! Wait! He’s shouting at the head referee, and Jiles is hot! Wait a second, what’s that?
Impulse: Jiles just coughed red into his hands!
A split screen slow motion replay shows that the Coolympian Yoljk was actually orange, not its traditional yellow. In real time, Jiles continues to cough, splattering bright red on Timo’s shirt and onto the mat.
Nick Stuart: TIMO CALLS FOR THE BELL! LISTEN TO THESE FANS!
To a massive roar of approval, Timo raises Brandon Youngblood’s hand in victory even as the Champion tries to fight him off, still blinded by the mist! Jiles hits the top rope hard with both fists while another split screen shows Jiles landing ribs first on the stairs, on the guardrail, on the announce table – and the camera catches a close up of the bruising on Jiles’ chest and abdomen.
Vince Howard: Here is your winner… AND STILL—
Nick Stuart: CANCER JILES WITH TERMINAL CANCER! BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN! He’s on top of the champion firing fists into his face!
Timo pulls Jiles off the still blinded Champion, but Jiles spins around with a kick to the groin and a DDT, putting the referee to the mat!
Richard Parker: Here comes the Enemigos… one, three, four… Somewhere in the back a clown car is missing a cab fare.
Keeping the advantage of the high ground, Jiles defends his position in the ring against multiple security forces, dropping all of them from the outside of the ropes before they can get inside. He continues to return to the Universal Champion, kicking him either in the head or the abdomen, despite Youngblood’s continued efforts to pull himself to his feet.
Nick Stuart: Brandon Youngblood has retained his Universal Championship, but at what a price? Jiles is still having his way with a prone Champion!
Impulse: Not on my watch.
The rustle of a headset dropping on the table fills the audio as Impulse springs to his feet and slides under the bottom rope while Jiles is still focused on Youngblood. The roar of the crowd tells him something’s happening and he turns, firing a fist towards the number one contender! Impulse blocks him and continues to play defense until the two men are in the corner and they lock up, both vying for control!
Nick Stuart: Dametreyus and Wade Elliott are at ringside to try and regain some control, and Timo is getting himself back to his feet – Impulse has grappled Jiles to a standstill – BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX BY BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD!
Finally getting a moment’s respite to catch his breath, the Universal Champion has cleared his vision and sees his current and future opponent grappling in the corner. Seeing nothing but red, the Last Diamond grabs for Cancer Jiles and dead lifts him over his head, dropping him on the back of his head and neck halfway across the ring. Jiles does the math and rolls under the bottom rope, holding the back of his head with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Nick Stuart: Finally, Timo hands the Champion his title belt and raises his hand properly, but Cancer Jiles is hot!
Cally: Under different rules, who knows? But Brandon just beat Cancer! That’s some cause to celebrate!
Nick Stuart: We’re just about out of time, for Richard Parker and the rest of the PRIME Wrestling family, good night!
Close up in the ring of Impulse, still tensed but holding steady, watching Jiles backwards walk down the aisle. Behind him, Brandon Youngblood holds onto his title belt, burning a hole in the back of his next challenger’s head with a mixture of appreciation and suspicion. His guard does not drop.
FADE
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