UNIVERSAL TITLE MATCH: BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD (C) vs. TYLER ADRIAN BEST
Event: TROPICAL TURMOIL 2023 NIGHT TWO
Event Date: 07/01/2023
UNIVERSAL TITLE MATCH: BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD (C) vs. TYLER ADRIAN BEST
The lights in the arena dim, as “T A B” flashes across the screen in bright gold letters. The letters suddenly drip 97Red, as “People I Don’t Like” begins to blast over the sound system.
Nick Stuart: Here comes the challenger.
The boos are near instantaneous. Guttural. Animal. An insane roar of pure, unadulterated hatred– this place is a bloodbath. Extra security filters out toward the guardrails as Tyler Adrian Best steps out from behind the curtain, slowly making his way out onto the stage. This is the traitor. This is the man whose head belongs on a pike here tonight, as far as the rabid PRIME faithful are concerned. He has threatened to steal their title. He has undermined their company. He is the antithesis of all things PRIME Wrestling, and now… he is here.
Nick Stuart: He hates all of us.
Tyler stares out at the sea of fans, a smirk lighting up at the corners of his lips as he flips double middle fingers out to the crowd. He is seemingly unphased by the wave of hate, sauntering casually down the ramp and almost seeming to enjoy it. Slowly, the number one contender rolls under the ropes and climbs up to his feet, ascending to the top of the turnbuckle and staring out into the fans.
TAB: 3-1-2 motherFUCKERS!
As he bellows the Chicago area code, he pantomimes the Universal Championship around his waist. The boos are even louder now, but he hops down from the turnbuckle and takes his corner, stretching out and getting ready to compete in what could be a defining matchup in his young career.
Richard Parker: He’s got the eyes of a killer. TAB wins. For sure. No doubt.
Nick Stuart: Over Youngblood?
Richard Parker: Pack your bags Nick, we’re going to Chicago tomorrow.
The PRIMEview shifts from the ring to the locker rooms, the percussive beat of Trust Me by Brad Fiedel powering through the Petco Park sound system. The capacity crowd of over 42,000 rises to their feet as a door explodes open, roaring when they see the PRIME Universal Champion, Brandon Youngblood, step through to the other side.
The mood and tenor changes, as inside the ballpark, 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. The vaunted Universal Championship belt is fastened around his waist.
Nick Stuart: After months of waiting, we are finally here. The mood here has officially changed.
Richard Parker: Why do I feel like we’re about to witness either history or a crime?
Nick Stuart: The Universal Champion, Brandon Youngblood. He’s been in this position before. Last year, to the day, he successfully defended this very title at Great American Nightmare. On that night, he seemed invincible. Unbeatable. Unconquerable. But waiting in the wings was danger. A nine month trek to regain the title. But after all that fighting, after all that time and work…could his second reign end here tonight?
Richard Parker: Some people are thinking that’s all but a guarantee. Most of all…the man standing in the ring as we speak.
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. The Universal Champion never wavers, always looking forward on the path he is on.
Nick Stuart: If Youngblood loses tonight, he loses more than the title. Lee Best has promised tomorrow night, on Chaos, that his grandson, Tyler Adrian Best, is bringing the championship to High Octane Wrestling. A grand parade and event is scheduled tomorrow in Chicago’s historic Grant Park. The champagne is on ice. A near million dollar bonus is waiting to be paid to Tyler if…IF…he is successful on this evening.
Richard Parker: And unlike Cancer Jiles…Tyler has the ability to ACTUALLY do it.
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.
Nick Stuart: But beyond all the bluster, all the promises…what stands here tonight is a truly perilous position for PRIME. Few would be equipped to handle the daunting pressure. But Youngblood has shown, time and again, he isn’t one of the many. The greatest singles competitor in the history of PRIME. The only man to have successful defended the Universal Championship multiple times in the ReVival era. As brutal and uncompromising as they come. If anyone stands as the banner of the truly elite in all of PRIME history, this man is a smart pick. A safe pick. And…a confident pick.
Richard Parker: And that can all end tonight.
After months of anticipation and dread, finally, resolution.
The Murderer of the Murder Rumble beckons.
The very soul of PRIME is at stake.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE
LET THE GALAXY BURN
Bloodsport (World Domination) by HEALTH. A wall of dominant noise surges through the stadium, an absolutely raucous ovation erupting within Petco Park as Brandon Youngblood appears on the entrance ramp, bathed in flickering blue and white lights.
Nick Stuart: A raucous ovation for the Universal Champion!
Richard Parker: My ears!
There is no pause from the Universal Champion to soak in his cheers, instead, with purpose, The Last Diamond marches to the ring, his eyes toward Tyler Adrian Best. His oppressive scowl of intensity says it all. The challenger is all swagger. He knows within the next hour, he will realize his destiny.
All that stands in his way is the very embodiment of PRIME.
Vince Howard: His opponent…hailing from Bandera, Texas by way of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada… weighing in at 265 pounds… he is…the PRIME…UNIVERSAL! CHAMPION! THE TOOOOOOWER! OF BAAAAAAAABEL! BRAAAAAAAANDON! YOUNGBLOOOOOOOOOD!
His shoulders sway with the bravado of his BMF walk, a spotlight lighting his path. The 2022 Wrestler of the Year is quick 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. Once inside, he begins pacing around the outside perimeter of the ring, his eyes locking on TAB, ripping the Universal Championship from his waist and pumping it skyward before extending toward his challenger. That’s one hand.
The other?
The middle finger.
Nick Stuart: Neither man is wavering here…and there is no place you’d rather be if you’re a fan of professional wrestling!
The lights return, and as they do, the Suplex Daddy readies himself in an amateur stance, one hand on a thigh, the other still holding the Universal Championship, a snarl of disdain curling his lips. If looks could kill, head official Timo Bolamba might be dead, as he asks for the championship belt. Youngblood hands it over, and continues his snarl. Timo shows the belt to Tyler, who doesn’t even look at it. He stares across the ring at Youngblood.
DING DING
Nick Stuart: And we’re underway for the main event.
Richard Parker: The battle for PRIME has started!
Brandon Youngblood stares across the ring back, his eyes never looking away from Tyler Adrian Best’s. The young superstar smirks, and Youngblood returns the smirk with a snarl.
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
TYLER’S GONNA KILL YOU!
TYLER’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Nick Stuart: This crowd… listen to this crowd. It’s pure electricity.
TAB is the first one to twitch, and explodes forward. Youngblood fires off the blocks at the same time, and the two men collide in the center of the ring. Collar and elbow tie-up starts the encounter, and Tyler tries to push on the much larger man by getting low, but Youngblood manages to meet him. Tyler tries to whip Youngblood to the side, but Brandon heaves and throws Tyler Adrian Best across the ring. TAB lands in the corner, and takes a deep breath while Brandon Youngblood roars in the center of the ring.
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
Nick Stuart: Incredible strength on display from the Universal Champion.
Richard Parker: Brandon Youngblood is a very big, very strong man.
Youngblood takes the center of the ring and motions for Tyler Adrian Best to come to him.
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
Tyler pushes himself up off the mat, and brushes himself off in the corner. He nods at Youngblood before coming in after him again. This time there is no collar and elbow tie-up. Tyler Adrian Best instead tries to catch Brandon with a knee to the stomach, but Youngblood moves out of the way. Tyler pivots with a spinning backfist, Youngblood ducks underneath and grabs Tyler around the waist.
Richard Parker: HE’S GOT HIM!
Youngblood yanks on Tyler, but TAB manages to push his hands down to his side and rips his way out of Youngblood’s grip. He pivots, this time throwing a sidekick that catches Youngblood in the center of his chest. The Diamond of The ReVival Era stumbles backwards and Tyler comes forward in a flurry. A stinging lowkick to the calf of Brandon Youngblood, then a second, he feints a third but Youngblood lifts his leg to check the kick, but TAB swings through and sweeps the plant leg out from under The Ace. Youngblood hits the mat, and Tyler comes across trying to take his head off with a punt kick, but Youngblood throws himself forward and wraps Tyler up around the waist.
Nick Stuart: Tyler’s coming out fast here.
Richard Parker: He has to, that big behemoth could smother him!
Tyler starts rapidly throwing elbows downwards on the back of Youngblood’s head, TAB pulls Youngblood’s face back and unloads with a right hand, then another, and finally The Universal Champion’s grip falls limp and Tyler shoves the big man off of him and backs away. Youngblood slowly trudges to his feet. The grizzled veteran looks around at the crowd in Petco Park, before returning his eyes to TAB.
TYLER’S GONNA KILL YOU! TYLER’S GONNA KILL YOU!
It’s Youngblood’s turn to snarl, and he comes out of the corner quickly. TAB sticks him with a right hand to the orbital bone, and Youngblood staggers back. TAB loads up another right hand, but this time it’s Youngblood’s massive arm that fires first, planting a right hand right between Tyler’s eyes. TAB comes back with a right hand of his own, Youngblood fires back.
Nick Stuart: Back and forth they go!
YOUNGBLOOD!
TAB!
YOUNGBLOOD!
Youngblood plants a huge right hand that causes TAB to hesitate, Youngblood fires a second that drives TAB back towards the corner. Youngblood sees the moment and barrels in, pushing TAB back to the corner with his shoulder. He stands up and fires off an absolutely vicious chop to the chest of TAB. Youngblood glares at Timo, who nods.
Richard Parker: You could hear that chop all the way back in Grant Park!
Nick Stuart: Oh and there’s another!
Youngblood fires off a second chop to TAB’s chest that leaves a massive hand print. Tyler clutches his chest, but The Diamond spreads TAB’s arms apart and leaves them resting on the ropes. He fires off another vicious chop that causes TAB’s feet to leave the mat. The Champion backs his way halfway across the ring, and takes off sprinting at TAB in the corner. He leaves his feet looking for a big splash, but Tyler ducks under and Youngblood crashes into the turnbuckle.
Nick Stuart: Two-Hundred and Sixty Five pounds of Brandon Youngblood crashing into the corner!
TAB yanks himself up off the canvas using the ropes, and turns back towards Youngblood. He comes in with a head full of steam and smashes Youngblood with a two footed dropkick to the chest. The Champion slouches and TAB takes the moment. He fires off a stinging welt into Youngblood’s chest. Bolamba goes to come in, but the glare from Tyler Adrian Best is enough to put the big samoan back into his place.
TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU! TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Richard Parker: Oh…
A second chop comes flying in, and crashes into Youngblood’s chest. He covers up his pecs and grimaces. Tyler spreads Youngblood’s arms and fires off another insulting chop to the chest. He smirks, pulling down the straps on Youngblood’s singlet and fires another in on the bare chest of the Universal Champion.
Nick Stuart: A fourth stinging chop from Tyler!
Youngblood brings his arms back down to protect himself, and Tyler doesn’t pause to reposition him. Instead he starts driving boots down into Youngblood’s hands, and chest. One after another. Youngblood slumps from the middle turnbuckle down to the floor, Timo comes over but TAB doesn’t give a shit. He stomps away, even as Timo counts.
Richard Parker: I think Timo is just letting it all go tonight.
Nick Stuart: It’s for the greatest prize in all of professional wrestling. Whatever happens, happens.
TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU! TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Youngblood takes the only escape hatch he has, and rolls to the outside. TAB looks at Youngblood, and then at the far ropes, he sprints and bounces off the far ropes. He comes back, and leaps over the top rope. He stretches out for a crossbody and connects, sending Youngblood crashing into the guardrail. Timo slides out of the ring and checks on Youngblood, while TAB yanks himself up to his feet with the ring apron. He wipes his face with the PRIME logo, before turning back towards Youngblood.
Richard Parker: What a disrespectful little…
Parker doesn’t get to finish as TAB slams a foot across Youngblood’s face. He brings the champion to his feet and smashes his head off of the guard rail before tossing him over and into the crowd. Tyler follows, smashing Youngblood with boots to the midsection. He grabs a fan’s folding chair and goes to hit Youngblood with it, but Timo reaches out and grabs the weapon.
Nick Stuart: Oh… Bad idea Timo…
TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU! TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Tyler rips the chair out of Timo’s hands and hurls it backwards at Youngblood. He stomps after Timo who finds the quickest escape route possible. With Timo out of the way of imminent harm, TAB spins himself back around towards Brandon Youngblood, who is now on his feet and smashes TAB between the eyes with a right forearm that sends him staggering backwards. The 3rd generation Best finds himself up against the guard rail and Youngblood roars forward, smashing him with a clothesline, sending the two men flipping over the railing and back to the mat outside of the ring.
Richard Parker: And here comes the champion!
Nick Stuart: Brandon Youngblood’s the greatest competitor in the history of PRIME, this man is not going to go down without a fight.
Both men’s chests are heaving on the outside, but they slowly make their way up to their feet. Timo, finally satisfied that both men aren’t injured, rolls into the ring and begins to count.
1!
Richard Parker: This fucking guy, these guys have been out here for what? Like three minutes?
Nick Stuart: Timo’s doing his job Richard, shut up and do yours.
2!
Richard Parker: Slow fucking count.
TAB makes his way to his feet first and stumbles his way into Youngblood, who grabs him around the waist and delivers an earth shattering belly to belly suplex.
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
Richard Parker: HE PLANTED HIM!
Nick Stuart: Dear lord, you could feel that in the upper deck.
3!
Youngblood stays on top of TAB, still breathing hard.
4!
Youngblood presses himself up off of TAB, using TAB to do it. He stumbles over to the ring apron, he grins and slides in.
5!
TAB slowly rolls over onto his side and clutches at his midsection.
6!
Richard Parker: All that time outside, I just thought Timo forgot how to count.
7!
TAB reaches his hands up and drags himself up to a standing position. He looks up at Brandon Youngblood, who’s made his way to his feet and is breathing heavily in the far corner.
8!
TAB pulls himself up to the apron, and Youngblood comes storming across the ring, TAB stumbles to the corner, as Timo steps in front of Youngblood. TAB nods, and slowly steps foot into the ring. His hands are still across his ribs.
Nick Stuart: Looks like Youngblood really did damage to the ribs with that belly to belly.
Richard Parker: Have you seen that man? Of course he did damage. He does damage when he shakes my hand Nick, he’s going to practically kill a man when he slams him down onto a thin layer of padding on a concrete floor.
Youngblood storms through Timo and right back at Tyler, the youngest member of the Best family jabs Brandon between the eyes with his thumb and retreats across the ring. Youngblood turns around like Mutumbo going for a rebound. Tyler can’t capitalize for a moment as he continues to gather himself. Youngblood marches in the direction of Tyler’s blur but stops halfway and looks out into the crowd.
TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Tyler springs from the corner and dives at Youngblood with a dropkick, but Youngblood takes the cue of the crowd and spins with his arms out, deflecting the kick attempt.
Nick Stuart: Unbelievable. Unbelievable timing there by the champion.
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
Tyler clutches his ribs and gets back to his feet quickly. He smashes the still blinded Youngblood with an uppercut on the way to his feet, he grabs him by the back of the head and slams him head first into the turnbuckle.
Nick Stuart: Ouch!
Tyler Best: CHARMIN!
Another slam into the turnbuckle.
Tyler Best: SOFT!
Another slam into the turnbuckle.
Tyler Best: BALD!
And the last one.
Tyler Best: FUCK!
Richard Parker: He called him a soft bald fuck.
Nick Stuart: Thank you for that, Richard.
Youngblood shoves Tyler off of him and covers his face in the corner. Tyler turns him around, and smashes him with an elbow to the face. Tyler grabs Youngblood by the arm, measures him, and sends him flying across the ring into the far turnbuckle with an irish whip. Tyler follows and smashes the back of Youngblood’s skull with a helluva kick to the back of the head. Youngblood slumps to his knees, and Tyler Adrian Best grins. He grabs Youngblood by the eye sockets and pulls his head back.
Tyler Best: HE’S FUCKING DONE!
Nick Stuart: This is disgusting.
TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU! TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU!
He drags his thumb across Youngblood’s throat as he shouts. He smashes his head off of the middle turnbuckle and turns him around, he flings Youngblood down to the canvas, and paces across the ring. He lines Youngblood up, and comes sprinting across the ring, looking for a modified version of Lindsay Troy’s Queen’s Gambit.
Richard Parker: MISS!
Youngblood rolls out of the way and Tyler’s knees crash into the bottom turnbuckle as Youngblood gets back to his feet. The Diamond brings himself up to his feet, still holding his face. Tyler is back to his feet and tries to jab Youngblood in the eyes again. This time Brandon is able to swat the hand away, but maintains wrist control, pulling Tyler into his grasp.
Nick Stuart: Tyler going back to those eyes, but Youngblood stops him.
Richard Parker: He needs a pen.
Nick Stuart: What?
Richard Parker: Grandpa uses a pen for that, he needs a pen.
Nick Stuart: If you throw a pen into that ring, I will fight you.
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
Brandon lifts Tyler by the waist, and tosses him over his head with a huge german suplex. Tyler crashes down on the back of his head and neck. He flips over onto his stomach and clutches at the back of his head.
Nick Stuart: What a suplex!
Youngblood slowly gets to his feet, reaches down and grabs Tyler by the back of the head. He pulls him to his feet by the hair and pulls him in close again. The camera can see him mouth ‘tell me how soft this is’ into Tyler’s ear, as he lifts him up off of his feet by his waist and drives him to the canvas with another belly to belly suplex. Youngblood snarls, and presses his hands into TAB’s chest.
1!
2!
Richard Parker: SHOULDER IS UP!
Tyler shoots his shoulder up from underneath Youngblood as Timo slaps the mat for the second time. Brandon smiles, gets to his feet, and reaches down to pull Tyler up again by his hair. Tyler’s hips are a blur, and he whips them up by his head and around Youngblood’s arm. He yanks Youngblood overtop of him, and down to the canvas. He locks in the armbar and Youngblood looks absolutely shocked.
Richard Parker: ARTICLE 51! ARTICLE 51! THAT’S FARTHINGTON’S ARM BAR!
TAB yanks back, and Youngblood begins to scramble, trying to take the pressure off of his elbow. Youngblood starts to use his legs to walk himself towards the ropes, he pulls himself over to his side, and starts to slide his feet across the mat. His teeth are gritted together, while Tyler pulls back and yanks on the arm. Finally Youngblood lunges to the ropes, and manages to get his bottom foot on them. Timo comes over and starts to pull TAB off of Youngblood’s arm, but TAB swats him away. Timo does the only thing he can do and count.
1!
Nick Stuart: Come on! Let go of his arm already!
2!
Richard Parker: HE HAS TILL FIVE!
3!
TAB finally lets loose of the arm and begins to untangle his legs from Youngblood and get to his feet, Brandon pulls the arm to his side as he gets to his feet. He turns back towards Tyler and throws a right hand. Tyler circles towards the bad left arm and sticks Youngblood between the eyes with a jab. Youngblood staggers, and Tyler continues in for another jab that catches Brandon in the side of the face.
Richard Parker: That armbar hurt him, Nick.
Nick Stuart: Yeah, the extra three seconds sure didn’t help.
Richard Parker: Those are the rules Nick, Farthington told me that in the back. He has the book.
TAB takes a chance, and spins counter clockwise, smashing BY across the face with a roundhouse kick. Youngblood manages to lift his arm, but comes down from blocking the kick grimacing and grabbing his elbow. Tyler steps backwards into the ropes, and comes back with a head of steam, slamming a forearm into the left side of Brandon Youngblood’s face. Youngblood stumbles backwards and into the ropes, he comes back at Tyler and throws his right arm for a big clothesline, but Tyler moves out of the way and hits the ropes himself. Youngblood turns around and tries to catch him for a back body drop. Tyler sees it just in time, and kicks Youngblood in the face, sending blood spraying to the sky from Youngblood’s nose.
Richard Parker: TAB KICKED HIM LIKE PHIL DID!
Nick Stuart: He got all of it!
Youngblood’s head snaps back, and Tyler thrusts his head back down between his legs. He shoves Youngblood’s head between his legs and reaches down grabbing Youngblood behind the ankles.
Nick Stuart: NO! NO!
Tyler pulls with everything he has, Youngblood struggles as Tyler lifts him up kicking his feet and squirming. Tyler is forced to set him back down, Tyler lets go of Youngblood’s legs, leaps into the air, and rides Youngblood’s face to the canvas with his shin. Youngblood’s broken nose smashes into the mat as Tyler looks out into the crowd smirking.
TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU! TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Richard Parker: Did he just try to?
Nick Stuart: Yeah, yeah he did.
Richard Parker: Trained by Lindsay Troy.
TAB gets to his feet and walks over to Brandon Youngblood. The champion’s face is still on the mat, his knees are still on the mat. He hasn’t moved since his face was impacting the canvas. Tyler stands with Youngblood’s head between his legs, he reaches down and pulls Youngblood back up and into position.
Richard Parker: NO!
Tyler reaches down and grabs behind Youngblood’s legs. He pulls Youngblood’s lifeless body into the air by the back of his legs, and drives him head first into the canvas.
Nick Stuart: Thy Kingdom Come…
Richard Parker: …
The arena is quiet.
Tyler Adrian Best sits with Youngblood still slumped in front of him. He starts to laugh as he rolls Youngblood over onto his back. He hooks a leg, and begins pumping his fist with each slap of Timo’s hand to the mat.
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KICKOUT!
Richard Parker: Jesus Christ, High Octane Wrestling almost won the Universal Title with Lindsay Troy’s finisher…
Nick Stuart: Yeah… that just happened.
Tyler’s third fist pump turns into a look of shock as Brandon Youngblood’s arm shoots into the air off of the canvas. Tyler gets to his feet and pleads with Timo Bolamba that it was a three count, but Timo holds up two and shakes his head no. TAB huffs and turns around to a downed Youngblood. He grabs Youngblood by the singlet, and pulls his blood encrusted head up from the canvas. Tyler snarls and smashes Youngblood with a right hand, the Universal champion staggers backwards and Tyler comes forward. Tyler cocks back for another right hand, but Brandon Youngblood stumbles forward grabbing Tyler by the back of the head, and slamming his forehead into Tyler’s nose.
Nick Stuart: Big headbut!
Tyler stumbles backwards and reaches up, swiping his arm across his blood covered upper lip. Tyler looks down at his arm shocked, he turns towards Youngblood, looks down at his bloody arm and back towards the champion. He smears the blood across his face and steps back in and smashes his own forehead into Youngblood’s face. Youngblood stumbles backwards, Tyler pulls back again to deliver more punishment, but Youngblood shoots forward again and drives his head into Tyler’s nose for a second time. Tyler stumbles backwards and the two stare across the ring at each other.
Richard Parker: OUCH! OUCH!
The two men stare across the ring, blood running down their faces. They come back in for another clash, this times the hands fly. Tyler’s right arm extends towards the left side of Youngblood’s face. Youngblood takes the blow on the orbital bone, but steps through getting his hands onto Tyler.
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
Brandon grabs Tyler around the waist, Tyler tries to separate but Youngblood manages to spin around to Tyler’s back. He lifts TAB off of the mat, and spins him around. He drives him headfirst into the canvas with a vicious Randallplex. Youngblood stacks TAB up.
Richard Parker: RANDALL PLEX! THAT’S IT! YOUNGBLOOD GOT HIM!
Nick Stuart: TAB has been staying out of Youngblood’s grip all night, and this is precisely why! Anytime the champion gets his hands on you, it could all end in an instant!
Timo slides in for the count.
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Richard Parker: KICKOUT!
TAB kicks out from the stack, sending both men sprawling onto the mat. They stay there, both breathing heavily. Youngblood slowly makes his way to his feet. He reaches down and grabs TAB by the back of the neck. He pushes him over to the corner, TAB leans against it trying to get his bearings, but the Universal Champion has other ideas, and he smashes TAB in the corner with a big splash.
Nick Stuart: What is Brandon doing?
Richard Parker: Trying to kill the kid.
Youngblood turns TAB around and lifts him up onto the top rope.
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
Youngblood climbs up onto the middle rope, and grabs TAB around the waist.
Nick Stuart: You might not be wrong Richard…
Youngblood pulls TAB all the way up to his feet, and steps up onto the top rope.
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
TAB throws an elbow that catches Youngblood on the nose, Youngblood steps down to the middle rope and lets TAB go. Tyler turns around carefully on the top rope, and starts peppering Youngblood with right hands from the top rope. The right hands turn into a downward elbow, and Youngblood stumbles, dropping himself spread eagle across the middle turnbuckle. TAB hops down from the top rope and crouches down behind Youngblood.
TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU! TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Richard Parker: What is TAB doing…
He lifts Youngblood off of the turnbuckle and onto his shoulders. He takes a step to the side, and dives to the ground with Youngblood’s head aimed directly at the canvas. Brandon’s head bounces off of the mat, and Tyler rolls over on top of Youngblood. He hooks the near leg and begins to pump his fist.
Richard Parker: Was that…
Nick Stuart: Yes Richard, that was a burning hammer.
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Richard Parker: FOOT ON THE ROPES! HIS FOOT IS ON THE ROPES TIMO!
Timo catches it just as his hand was about to hit the canvas. Tyler’s third fist pump is left hanging in the air.
Nick Stuart: My heart is in my throat.
Richard Parker: I thought I had to go to Chicago.
Tyler is sickened. He looks back at Youngblood, absolutely mortified. The leg is still on the rope, and Tyler shouts at Bolamba anyway. Tyler turns away from berating the official and back towards Youngblood. He’s running his hands through his hair, pulling at it. He reaches down and drags Youngblood up to his knees by the front of his singlet. Tyler steps back and lets loose another throat slash.
TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU! TAB’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Tyler comes forward, but Youngblood meets him in midair. He wraps Tyler up out of the sky, spins and smashes him to the canvas with his Spinebuster!
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
Nick Stuart: SPINEBUSTER! SPINEBUSTER! SPINEBUSTER!
Richard Parker: HE CAN’T COVER HIM THOUGH! HE CAN’T GET OVER!
Youngblood after the Spinebuster collapses to the side, and TAB is out on his back. Youngblood slowly pulls himself over and on top of Tyler Adrian Best. Timo slides into count.
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KICKOUT!
Nick Stuart: Jesus…
Youngblood rolls off of TAB and over to the side. His hands are wrapped around the back of his head. TAB, amazingly, is the first one to get to his feet. All the lights aren’t on though, and he stumbles forward as Youngblood is getting to his feet. Youngblood turns around and TAB kicks him in the left arm. Youngblood grimaces, he spins and fires off a discus punch that catches TAB in the face. The two men stumble backwards before stumbling forward. TAB’s forehead finds Youngblood’s and the two stand in the clinch. Both mouths are not stopping, the words aren’t nice. Not at all. TAB tries to push himself away from Youngblood, but the big man wraps his arms around TAB and tries to pull him over for a belly to belly suplex.
Richard Parker: THAT’S THE YOUNGBLOOD I LOVE! HE’LL DO ANYTHING! WHATEVER IT TAKES!
Nick Stuart: We haven’t seen this… in a long time…
Tyler realizes the predicament and rakes his hands across Youngblood’s face. Youngblood stumbles away and Tyler sprints forward.
Richard Parker: Here we…!
Youngblood steps out of the way and Tyler hits the ropes, Youngblood takes off sprinting after Tyler, Tyler leaps up onto the middle rope to springboard but Youngblood snatches him off the ropes and slams him to the mat with a second Randall plex!
Nick Stuart: That’s it!
Youngblood stacks him up, and Timo slides in for the count.
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KICKOUT!
Richard Parker: I… I don’t believe it…
Nick Stuart: Unreal…
Tyler kicks out and it’s Youngblood’s turn to be absolutely horrified. He wipes his blood covered face off with his hands and looks down at Tyler. He reaches down, pulling the kid up off of the canvas. Youngblood grabs Tyler from behind and smashes him to the canvas with The Gridlock. He maintains the kata-ha-jime choke and pins Tyler to the canvas.
1!
Richard Parker: HE’S CHOKING HIM!
2!
Nick Stuart: Farthington and FLAMBERGE choke everyone! What’s different here?
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3!
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Timo calls for the bell and Youngblood lets go of the choke, falling over onto his side. Blue fireworks shoot off at Petco Park, as Brandon slowly climbs to his feet.
Vince Howard: The winner of this match… and STIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL PRIME UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!!!!!! BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDON YOOOOOOOOOOOUNGBLOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
YOUNGBLOOD! YOUNGBLOOD!
Timo hands Youngblood the Universal Championship and raises his right arm into the air. Youngblood keeps the belt over his right arm, but down at his side. Out of the back, Hayes Hanlon, Jared Sykes, Coral Avalon, Nate Colton, The Anglo Luchador… They all walk down the ramp, clapping their hands. Tyler Adrian Best rolls to the outside, while the other wrestlers climb into the ring and lift Youngblood up onto their shoulders.
Richard Parker: THERE HE IS!
The camera pans to a skybox, Cecilworth Farthington with his Five Star Championship, FLAMBERGE with the Intense Championship, and the rest of The Glueminati stand looking down from a balcony. The camera flashes over to another box, inside Ivan Stanislav is seen standing looking down, the camera flashes back to the men in the ring. Their champion on their shoulder.
THIS
IS
PRIME