UNIVERSAL TITLE MATCH: BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD VS. THE ANGLO LUCHADOR
Vince Howard: The following match is for the Universal Championship and is our MAIN EVENT!
The PRIMEview shifts from the ring to the locker rooms, the percussive beat of Trust Me by Brad Fiedel powering through the CFG Bank Arena sound system. The Baltimore crowd 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 arena, 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: Folks…the mood here has officially changed.
Richard Parker: You say that every time he starts to make his entrance during a title defense.
Nick Stuart: After coming out victorious at Tropical Turmoil, many wondered who would be next in line to receive a shot at the Universal Championship. So many top talents could have been given the opportunity. Tonight…it’s deemed to be The Anglo Luchador. Some wonder if the Universal Champion is looking ahead of his opponent tonight…his eyes cast at a potential showdown with Ivan Stanislav.
Richard Parker: And why wouldn’t he? The Russian Bear has proven to be perhaps the most imposing force in PRIME since returning to the sport.
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: Because of a little bit of history. We are just short of the one year anniversary of ReVival 13. On that night, Brandon Youngblood walked into a Universal Title defense seemingly invincible. Unstoppable. But his challenger…Phil Atken…changed all that. That night created a seismic power shift within PRIME. And while it isn’t the same opponent…some wonder if the road to UltraViolence will have a similar moment.
Richard Parker: Would be quite the upset if that were to happen..
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.
The chance of a lifetime.
From the depth of the fall, an impossible dream turning to potential reality.
All that stands in the way is the unflinching, uncompromising standard bearer.
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 CFG Bank Arena as Brandon Youngblood appears on the entrance ramp, bathed in flickering blue and white lights.
Nick Stuart: A raucous ovation for the Universal Champion!
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 The Anglo Luchador. His oppressive scowl of intensity says it all.
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 TAL, ripping the Universal Championship from his waist and pumping it skyward before extending toward his challenger.
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 curling his lips. If looks could kill, head official Timo Bolamba might be dead, as he asks for the championship belt.
Nick Stuart: These two men are veterans of this sport, who have battled all around the world, and will have an opportunity to put on a spectacle for the thousands of fans gathered here in Baltimore.
Richard Parker: You want to get some crab cakes after this?
Nick Stuart: …no.