Northern Carnage Wrestling: The Doomed Rejuvenation (2017) Chapter 18: NCW International Insanity Part 4, a X-overs + Wrestling Crossover fanfic

Renton Thurston (c) vs. Bolin - NCW Television Championship

The camera gradually zooms in toward the ring as the house lights are switched off with just the ring being illuminated and a series of spotlights shining down on the ramp. The giant X began to alternate colors between green and gold as the crowd already war roaring before the song hit the air waves…

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The opening guitar riff of a particular Pantera song blasted into the SSE Hydro as the highlight tape of a certain wrestler's high risk moves began to play on the two screens bordering the X…

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"RE-!"

"-SPECT!"

"WALK!"

"WHAT DID YA SAY!?"

"RE-"

"-SPECT!"

"WALK!"

"ARE YOU TALKING TO ME!"

All of these lyrics 10,000 Scots were shouting and altering with their heavy dialect was occurring before the actual lyrics began.

The camera faded to the mobile camera positioned very close to the entry hole that broke through the large curtain. Waiting; waiting patiently while the crowd was not…

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And the pop everyone expected occurred when the challenger for the Television Championship stepped out into the packed arena with his beloved girlfriend by his side. He was dressed tonight in a black singlet with a green design at the very bottom that broke every so further apart up the singlet like hunks of rocks.

[Can't You See? I'm Easily Bothered By Persistence]

[One step from lashing out at you]

[You want to get under my skin and call yourself a friend]

[I've got more friends like you, what do I do?]

[Is There No Standard Anymore!?]

Bolin and Opal headed to the ring as the crowd were either occupied with singing each and every word, cheering Bolin on or just simply head-banging.

[What It Takes!]

[Where I Am!]

[Where I've Been!]

[Belong!]

The elevated ramp made it difficult for Bolin to shake the hands of fans who paid to be bunched together between the barricade and others.

{You Can't Be Something You're Not!]

[Be Yourself, By Yourself!]

[Stay Away From Me!]

Bolin and Opal had reached the end ramp, and lurched toward the ropes as if to enter the ring

[A lesson learned in life, known from the dawn of time!]

But instead jumped down from the ramp, choosing the longer route of circling the squared circle while getting up close with the Glasgow Faithful.

[Re-}

[-Spect]

[Walk!]

[What Did Ya Say!?]

[Re-]

[-Spect]

[Walk!]

{Are You Talking To Me!]

"He has been called by many as the most popular athlete in the land of carnage. He is the longest reigning singles champion in NCW history, holding the Hypersonic Championship for nearly 2 years. Also a former World Tag Team Champion, once with Mako and once with Korra, the only intergender tag team as champs. As well as holding the Television Championship once before during its day as the US Heavyweight Champion. Tonight, will Bolin make it 2-2-2?" Joey pondered as Bolin stepped into the squared circle as the music began to dim while the crowd continued to repeat the chorus.

"RE, SPECT, WALK, WHATDIDYA SAY!? RE, SPECT, WALK, WHATDIDYA SAY!?"

"That's all fine and dandy. But he'll always lack that key belt that's presently wrapped around Sokka's waist. And tonight, The Whole Damn Deal is going to be rendered OBSOLETE by the NEW DAMN DEAL!" Critic declared.

"RE, SPECT, WALK, WHATIDDYA SAY!? RE, SPECT, WAL-

The crowd's high dropped sharply when the sounds of what could very well be mistaken for the anthem of some Final Fantasy Boss ricocheted off the walls of The Hydro. But it was not the signal for hell to break loose, but rather "Devil's Sky" by Yonosuke Kitamura. The green and yellow lights that had enhanced Bolin's entrance were replaced with freezing cold white, the insignia of the Three Rivers Syndicate alternating with the name of the combatant soon to enter the largest NCW audience.

A zoomed in shot of the crowd revealed a lone fan holding high a "NEW DAMN DEAL", with the camera quickly whizzing back as the silhouettes of the Television Champion & his lover obscured the light. Views phased to the hard camera centered now on the stage as we see Renton Thurston, decked out in his black and silver jacket, with pocket TRS logo on the left side. With eyes obscured by purple tinted circular sunglasses reeking of WCW Bret Hart. Championship partially obscured by the jacket, caring more for the coralian by his side who had arms locked. To Renton, Eureka was all that existed; the hail of "DISCOUNT KENNY" chants falling on deaf ears.

"Y'know I'm debating 'Discount Kanellis' over 'Discount Kenny'." Bennett blurted out.

"What's wrong with a combination of both, minus the discount?" Critic asked.

"The Guy's More Worried About The Damn Alien Chick Then The Actual Belt!" Bennett declared. "Can't he….Can't he make his mind up on who he's ripping off? The worst part is hes only wrestled TWO, just TWO single matches in this company. The Four Way At Rejuvenation and A Few Weeks Back On Prime. What gave him the damn right in the first place to have that championship?"

"You going to praise Bolin now, then?" Critic inquired.

"No. He's just as bad. He's Korra's answer To Avatar's Sokka. Then decided he is RVD. But at least his Hypersonic Title reign of two years was legit. Lesser of two evils, but all Glasgow is getting is 'Discount RVD' vs. Kenny Kannelis." Bennett stated.

"So let me get this straight….you are ticked off because we're about to see the technical dream match of ECW Rob Van Dam vs. New Japan Kenny Omega?" Critic questioned his Electric counterpart.

"YES!" Bennett shouted.

"…any comments Joey?" Critic asked, dumbfounded by Bennett's stance.

"…..thanks for taking my job for a moment." Joey muttered.

All throughout the bickering of the three commentators, Renton and Eureka had arrived at the ropes. Wiping his feet with the top of the apron, the Television Champion slide in between the white strands. Lens flare off the glasses for a moment prior to the "New Damn Deal" folding and pocketing them. Eyes now locking with those of the man who is hailed by the audience as the 'Whole Damn Deal'. The music began to fade, as a continual roar of "WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL!" soon took over.

"The Following Contest Is Set For One Fall….(ONE FALL!)…With A One Hour Time Limit. It Is For The NCW Television Championship!" Stephen DeAngelis declared, trying his best to have his voice be heard over the deafening Glaswegians. "Your referee in charge, Mike Attitude."

"Introducing first; accompanied to the ring this evening by Opal…..From Republic City, United Republic. Weighing in tonight at 235 lbs. He Is "The Whole Damn Deal"….This Is Bolin!"

If there were no law of physics, the roof would be surpassing the moon by this point. The crowd had reached its peak of the night thus far, the camera zooming back harshly to encompass the 10,000 going crazy for the challenger. Proof that a championship is not required to get someone over.

"WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL!"

"….And His Opponent; accompanied by….Eureka…." Stephen paused, glancing over to see approval from Renton that confirmed at long last he go the name right. "From Bellforest, weighing in tonight at 202 lbs. lbs.,'The New Damn Deal', This Is Renton Thurston!"

It's the near opposite response for Renton. He soaks it in as if he's being showered with praise, but all we hear is the Glaswegians making him the ultimate villain of the night.

"WE WANT OMEGA (NOT THIS LITTLE S***!)! WE WANT OMEGA (NOT THIS LITTLE S***!)! WE WANT OMEGA (NOT THIS LITTLE S***!)!"

As Renton disposed of his jacket to the time keeper's table, the partners of the two combatants stepped down to the floor. Bolin gave two brief shadow boxes before entering to the deepest part of the squared circle. The bell sounded, Bolin quickly getting the crowd to clap along with him while Renton was visibly trying to block out the largest crowd in NCW history.

"Bolin has the slight advantage of height, and in weight." Joey stated. "Bolin will be looking to use the Five Star Frog Splash or the Bolin Beat, the lethal spinning heel kick. Renton will attempt to execute the Amita Drive."

"If he gets desperate, he'll go all in with what he's told me is called the Seventh Swell." Critic adds.

After a moment of stillness, the two wrestlers collide into a collar elbow tie up. Bolin quickly changes tactics and goes for the arm wringer. But not tight enough is the old, Renton getting great enough distance to free him and gain leverage under Bolin's heel, flipping him back first onto the canvas. He quickly drops, going for a headlock but Bolin is sudden to change tactics once more, managing to find a way to lock his feet around the TRS member's leg. Bolin rolls to the right, his body now pressing Renton down onto the canvas and allowing Bolin's head to slip out of the headlock. Bolin releases the leglock, instead reacquiring ownership of his foe's right arm and forcing him to a stance where he can attempt to whip him into the ropes. Renton manages to duck under the predictable clothesline, instead rebounding and attempting to level Bolin with a running boot but to no avail. Both tried for flying dropkicks that miss and instead each wrestler finds their hips taking a painful landing onto the canvas.

Both motion to get back to their feet, with Renton up to his feet first and Bolin…well. Bolin's clearly not taking Renton as much of a challenge by the fact he's bridging in the center of the ring which confuses his combatant.
"Come On! Suplex Me, Mr. New Damn Deal!" Bolin shouts to the delight of the Glasgow crowd.

"And Bolin…clearly not taking Renton as a threat." Joey stated.

"No s***, he' a whining brat." Bennett decreed.

"Hey, watch the censors." Critic snapped back.

"We're on Pay-Per-View, I'll say what I want."

Renton hesitated, thinking Bolin was more mentally gone before anything else. But gradually Renton crept toward the arched Bolin as the crowd egged him on.

"YOU CAN DO IT! YOU CAN DO IT! YOU CAN DO IT! YOU CAN DO IT!"

Renton was capable of getting the wrist lock and pulled Bolin up in a attempt of a belly to back suplex, but that's when Bolin decided to switch from play to fight mode. He managed to break free of Renton's hold, twirling around and driving a foot into Renton's gut and executing an impactful german suplex.

"AND THAT'S YOUR LESSON ON SUPLEX CITY, B***!" Bolin shouted, both to the crowd but primarily Renton.

"SUPLEX CITY B***! SUPLEX CITY B***! SUPLEX CITY B***!"

Bolin leisurely spun back around toward the Television Champion, who was making an effort to be back on his feet. Instead he was noticeably hunched over while trying to grasp both of Bolin's wrists. Hoping to be able to once more equal and possibly even surprise Bolin's strength, Renton quickly finds that this route is blocked when Bolin begins to press down to the point where Renton is beginning to have his spine be bowed backwards. Renton abandons whatever he was attempting, instead managing to wiggle himself far away from his adversary and to the corner.

"WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL!" 10,000 Glaswegians repeated as if Renton wasn't already aware of the hostile environment he had been put in the center of.

Bolin revolved his head either way, feeding off of the electricity of the Hydro. Not only did he believe he had the wrestling advantage, but was reassuring he had the crowd in the palm of his hand. All Renton had for support was his coralian sweetheart which even Bolin could match with Opal. The one thing he knows he got over Bolin is the Television Championship.

Renton had resting on a knee, an eye to the charismatic Bolin but his focus primarily on what Eureka was telling him. Whatever advice it exactly was we cannot tell, all we know the wait for Renton to get back into the match is beginning to pester both Bolin and the crowd.

Renton returns to the center of the ring, with Bolin ready to lock up once more. But just as hands are about to lock, Renton takes a lengthy stride back toward the corner. Bolin begins motioning for him to get back into the middle of the squared circle. Renton doesn't budge at first, but gradually returns back to the center and goes to lock up with Bolin again….but once again hops away from Bolin, this time the lavabender slightly stumbles forward but its just enough for Renton to deliver a fierce kick right up against the chest/throat region halts Bolin's momentum. Renton backs up and propels off the ropes with a knee strike that drops Bolin back first onto the canvas and quick the Television Champion is to pounce on his opponent with a Lou Thesz Press that included an assortment of blows.

"Renton now trying to rattling the mind of Bolin, keep him down and keep him from flying." Joey stated as boos rained down upon the ring.

Bolin manages to shove Renton forward, rushing back to a stance. But Renton pivots back around and drops Bolin back down upon the canvas with a baseball slide kick in mid ring. Renton floats over and gets his arms behind Bolin's shoulders, trying to throw him up in the air with a dragon suplex but Bolin is able to keep crouched to the mat.

"Dragon being warded off, Renton again finding it a uphill battle to try and outpower Bolin. Look, we know Bolin as a high flyer but let's not take away from the fact the reason he did dominate the Hypersonic Division for the better part of two years. His strength. Your not going to beat him in a battle of strength." Joey states as Bolin beings to shove Renton closer and closer to the buckles in the corner, going from a crouch position to a full stance.

"He's a pesky little s*** to Bolin who is big s***." Bennett muttered…

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Just As Renton In A Flash Drills His Elbow Into The Cranium Of Bolin!

"Christ, Speaking Of Being A Little S***!" Bennett hollered as Bolin was pivoting back as if his legs had become jello, trying to cover his head as Renton charges and leaps up to Bolin's height to flatten him with a high knee.

"And your little s*** just put down your golden boy!" Critic exclaimed as Renton drops to his knees beside Bolin and tries to stretch his left arm around his neck, appearing to want to hyperextend the arm while also prying at each digit of the hand.

"Renton's going to irritate the fingers, plucking at each and every one of them." Joey states as the crow boos. Bolin tries to wiggle out of Renton's control but instead eats the bottom of Renton's boot. Thurston steps over, dragging Bolin's left arm and flipping him belly side down before laying across and wrenching back on the left arm with a Fugiwara Armbar!

Renton tries to tug on the arm as hard as possibly, but Bolin is able to roll over and on top of Renton whose determined not to let go which pulls the TRS's upstart into a accidental pinfall…

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2.555 And Renton realizes his predicament and rolls out from under Bolin.

Renton as expected is the first to his feet, trying to stomp on Bolin's face again but with more force behind the foot only for Bolin to roll out of the way and yank himself back to his feet with him one good arm. He takes Renton with his shoulder and again rams him back into the corner but within milliseconds is Irish whipping him back across the ring to the opposing set of buckles. So much so he doesn't have time to catch up and briefly drops to a knee before back body dropping Renton dead center in the ring when he tried to rebound.

Renton has enough sense to roll to the safety of the outside when Bolin tries to regain control, propping himself up against the barricade.

Back turned, Bolin taunts once more…

"WHOLE…"
"DAMN…."

"DEAL…."…

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Rushes Across The Ring…

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RENTON SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING AS BOLIN IS IN MID-AIR..

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But Bolin Locks His Feet Quickly To The Apron…

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AND SPRINGBOARDS BACK IN AND ON TOP OF RENTON WITH THE SENTON BOMB!

"Quick Adjustment, Into The Senton!" Joey exclaimed over the peaking audio of the crowd.

Bolin still is not done, rolling to his feet and whipping Renton into the ropes to AGAIN toss him high in the hair with a back body drop, Renton landing with the lower half of his spine first on the canvas before shooting up in pain; ultimately collapsing against the canvas.

"Renton's Going To Need A Visit To The Chiropractor Before We're Even Halfway Through This!" Critic exclaimed as Bolin rolled Renton back out on the floor. Again, taunts to the crowd….

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AND PLANCHA OUT ON TOP OF RENTON!

"Now He Get It!" Bennett exclaims.

"Bolin To The Outside With The Pescado!" Joey states.

Bolin's legs sputter as he grabs the barricade's bars and pulls himself back to his feet. Getting to a stance, he grabs hold of Renton and throws him down the length of the ringside area into a perpendicular set of barricades.

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Bolin of course continues his taunting, got to keep up the massive wave of momentum he has behind him. The crowd fills his ego with chants of "WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL!" being the most deafening they ever have been in NCW history.

"Bolin's heads gonna pop from the hot air these fans are filling him up with." Critic says.

Bolin charges down the length of the floor toward Renton, but Renton has enough common sense to swerve. Bolin is easily able to stop himself but eats a cheap fist from Renton and has his left hand SMACKED off the ring post!

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"And Renton Going After The Arm He Hyper-Extended Earlier!" Joey exclaims as Renton whacks the full arm this time off the top rim of the barricade, keeping control of the left arm and pulling Bolin rapidly HEAD FIRST into the post!

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"Good lord, Back Of The Head Too!" Joey adds as Renton rolls his foe back within the confines of the squared circle. The crowds again were scorning him.

"Five minutes have gone by in this match, five minutes." Stephen DeAngelis announces.

Renton grabs hold of the ropes, pulling back as if he's about to leap into the ring. He turns to the crowd, asking them if they want some 'flippy-s***!' to which they cheer for…

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ONLY TO JUST STEP THROUGH THE ROPES AND DELIVER A KNEE TO THE BACK OF BOLIN'S NECK!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!...You're S***! And You Know You Are! YOU'RE S***! AND YOU KNOW YOU ARE!" The Glasgow Faithful begins chanting.

Renton takes off toward the western ropes (according to the hard camera) before rebounding and giving a sliding elbow shot to Bolin's face!

Renton again grabs hold of the damaged left arm and tries tying it up into some sort of armlock that Bolin is still able to continually ward off. So why not stomp on the hand?

"Christ, He Might Have Broken His Fingers!" Bennett exclaims as Bolin pulled his hand close to his chest while trying to roll away from Renton.

Opal is visibly concerned about Bolin''s well-being, checking his hand to make sure Renton hadn't broken it. But any chance is dashed as Renton rushes to the corner and juts kicks out toward Opal to ward her off to more boos from the crowd.

"Oh come on, she's trying to check on him." Joey states as Renton arm drags Bolin over his shoulder back into the center of the ring. He kick to the back of the left shoulder before trying to jam his knee into Bolin's spinal cord while prying apart his arms.

"Oh he can tap right here!" Critic shouts.

"No he ain't. He practically can't, y'know, hands and arms being trapped!" Bennett shouts back.

Bolin keeps tugging further and further on the arms, spreading Bolin's arms out like butterfly wings. Bolin is visibly struggling, face gripping down. But he manages to find a way to get to a partial stance, knee pointing ahead of him and making Renton's grasp slightly weaker…

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Before rolling face first down on the canvas, causing Renton to tumble over the Whole Damn Deal and be rolled up neck first upon the mat and in a pinning predicament!

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2.529 and Renton releases the hold of now his own entangled arms, Bolin sliding down on his back to the mat.

"Ingenious counter, pinfall wasn't a success. Bolin trying to get back to his feet." Joey describes as Bolin was pulling himself up with the ropes but was flattened on the edge of the ring by Renton's stomp right to the chest.

"Was getting stomped on a part of that ingenious plan, Joey?" Critic asked.

It was now Bolin's turn to seek refuge on the floor, out next to the commentary position. He tries to regain his footing by leaning against the commentary position.

"…Look out LOOK OUT!" Bennett is heard shouting…

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RENTON RUNS THE LENGTH OF THE APRON, JUMPING OFF AND DROPPING HIS KNEES ON THE NECK/SHOULDER AREA OF BOLIN, A TABLE LEG GIVES CAUSING IT TO SLANT TOWARD THE FLOOR AS ALL THE PAPERS AND EQUIPTMENT SLIDES DOWN UPON THEM!

This would be the point we would hear Joey Styles screaming to the heavens but….well….y'know….all three have been cut off by their table being wrecked. So we fill that void with the frenzy of Glasgow.

"NC-DUB! NC-DUB! NC-DUB! NC-DUB! NC-DUB! NC-DUB!"

There is no count, at least not at the moment, as Mike Attitude is peering over the scene of carnage. Opal & Eureka both encroach on the scene from opposite directions.

Renton is the first to get to his feet, tugging the ring apron while doing so whips his head back while trying to gain his bearings before grabbing hold of Bolin and once more smacking his left wrist off the barricade before rolling him into the ring.

Renton turns to the ruins of the commentary position, as he shoves Bennett & Joey out of the way while grabbing Joey's chair. Folds it flat, rolls into the ring as Mike Attitude protests. Mike tries to get the chair out of Renton's clutches but to no avail. He then pauses, listening to his ear piece as presumably its Streak hollering somewhere from the back instructions. Mike looks slightly p***ed as he steps to the corner and Renton WHACKS Bolin in the side with a steel chair.

"WHAT THE F***, REF!" someone is heard shouting from the crowd as the boos turn venomous.

Renton goes for a second whack on the left shoulder of Bolin, and then a third. Grin of confidence as he knows he's getting the rules bent just for him. He backs up toward the ramp, getting ready fourth a mighty fourth swing…

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BUT THE UNFAIR CHAIR ATTACK COMES TO A DEMISE WHEN OPAL SWIPES THE CHAIR OUT OF RENTON'S HANDS TO THE DELIGHT OF GLASGOW!

Renton whips around to face Opal and starts scolding her. The two exchange heated words as Opal holds the chair far away from Renton's grasp…

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Which Allows Time For Eureka To Take Out Opal On The Ramp With A Swinging Neckbreaker!

"YOUR BOTH S***! YOUR BOTH S***! YOUR BOTH S***! YOUR BOTH S***!" The crowd hollers down upon Renton & Eureka as Eureka dusts off the bottom of her dress and hands the steel chair back to Renton.

"Now Back To Business!" We Can See Him Shout As Her Turns Around INTO A SPINNING HEEL KICK MADE WORSE WITH THE CHAIR IN FRONT OF RENTON'S JAW!

"SPINNING HEEL KICK TO THAT BASTARD!" Joey shouts as commentary is back on the air. "And Speaking Of Bastards We Got One IN The Back Who Is Just Changing This Matches Format On A Whim To Appease The 1%!"

"Now Joey…" Critic began to ay.

"I Don't Give A S*** About What Streak Likes Or Doesn't Like! He Makes All These Damn Rules, We Bite The Bullet And Follow. Then He Revokes Them Because He Knows Renton Cannot Equal Bolin! Its S*** Like This That Ruins Wrestling Today! Endless Management Interference! Let The Two Fight Fairly!"

Bolin is seen giving the chair his heel and clatters on the floor. He manages to regain his footing on the canvas while Renton can only struggle to a knee. Giving Bolin a perfect platform to hit a Shining Wizard!

"The shining wizard making Renton dizzy in the brain!" Bennett exclaims. "Brain rattling since it only takes up half of that skull of his!"

Bolin scales the turnbuckle, he has Renton laid out in front on the canvas. Looks to be in perfect position for a moonsault…..

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KNEES ARE UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

"And Bolin Lands On Granite Peaks!" Joey exclaims as the Mover Star is left wrapping his arms tightly around his abdomen.

"Renton's showing WHY he won the Television Championship on his first night. He Is Great, He Is Perfect, He Is A 5 Star Maker." Critic praises.

"He's a great, perfect, 5 star s*** maker." Bennett quips.

"Renton tugging Bolin into the center of the ring….he's got arm control…" Joey describes…

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As Bolin Becomes Ensnared Into A Triangle Choke!

"And Now He's Squeezing The Life Out Of Bolin!" Critic exclaims.

"Choking more like it!" Bennett snaps back as Renton tugs the left arm of Bolin more and more. Bolin tries to break free but instead begins firing elbows into the top of Bolin's head!

"RENTON'S A WANKER! RENTON'S A WANKER! RENTON'S A WANKER! RENTON'S A WANKER!"

Bolin has his neck stiff but his head slowly starts to slag after the elbow shots, the mounting pressure from the tighten thighs around his neck. Blood vessels in his neck growing tighter and tighter, less and less blood getting to the brain.

"Renton, watch your shoulders!" Critic cried out as Renton was too worried about stretching the left arm further, shoulders had become flat to the mat….

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Renton raises himself just enough to keep from placing himself in a pin. Bolin's head drops lower and lower into the hold before he is almost completely faint as Renton realizes this and lets up some slack, anticipating a win by TKO. Mike Attitude checks Bolin's freed right arm…

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TH-NO! Bolin breaks back to life. He again tries to wrestle his arm and head free from the choke, only managing to do half of that since Renton quickly cinches the choke back in.

"Bolin trying to come back too. I don't think he's going to pull himself out of this one." Joey states. "But, wait, wait…"

Bolin started to try to push himself up to at least being on his knees. It's a struggle but he manages to get to a knee….then a squat…but then loses it all and sags back into the Triangle Choke.

"PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP!" The crowd chants over and over, as Bolin again tries to get back on his knees. He manages to get some leverage over Renton….

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AND GETS TO A STANCE WITH RENTON STILL HAVING THE CHOKE APPLIED….

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AND CHARGE TOWARD THE UPPER LEFT HAND CORNER OF THE RING AND SMASHES RENTON'S BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE, HOLD BROKEN!

The crowd pops, go mental as Bolin is at last free from the triangle choke. He staggers and falls back in the opposite corner and begins gasping for air. Renton is slumped across the ring, hair having by now gone all fizzy.

"10 minutes have gone in this match, 10 minutes." Stephen DeAngelis announces.

"Bolin & Renton both in exhaustion mode now. Renton could have possibly popped his shoulder out of his socket. WE know what happened a few years back with Sting and Rollin's buckle bomb. Ended his career." Critic reminds the audience.

"Well what would the loss be then? Bye-bye Renton." Bennett says.

"Bennett…" Joey muttered.

Bolin knows he has to capitalize, even if his body tell shim to take it easy. He is shaking on his legs but is able to still rush toward Renton. We don't see Renton doing the same things, cameraman's back is to Renton's corner as the two rush toward each other…

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AND BOTH THEIR DISCUS ELBOWS COLLIDE, SENDING THE WORSE SORT OF PAIN UP BOTH OF THEIR LEFT ARMS!

"Oh My God!" Joey exclaims, the crowds gasps following in suit. "The Heads Of Their Ulnas Have Been Pulverized!"

"What Does That Even Mean?" Critic asks.

"All I Know Is That Was Sickening! Why Do They Call It The Funny Bone?" Bennett asks.

Both wrestlers' inches apart from each other, favoring their elbows separately. Mike Attitude checks first on Bolin, and then Renton who in particular is drawing attention to his elbow.

Out of the corner of everyone's eye they spot a turquoise blur, that being Eureka reaching in and grabbing hold of Bolin and whacking his left arm off the edge of the ring apron!

"And Eureka Injecting Herself Into The Thick Of Things! Renton Thus Far Has Been Scrapping And Clawing! Eureka Here Trying To Give Him The Unfair Boost!" Joey shouts.

But Eureka soon finds herself being yanked from behind as Opal drills the back of Eureka's neck on the ring apron with a legsweeper.

"What Do You Call That Then, Joey?" Critic snaps.

"White Russian Legsweeper!" Joey shouts.

"That's NOT What I Meant!" Critic fires back.

As Opal sends Eureka out of view from the hard camera, Renton once again attempts to stomp upon the battered left arm but Bolin in turn rolls out of the way and brings him down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Staggering to his feet, Bolin's boots press down on the backside of Renton's knees. A stomp is given to each, receipts for the repeated knee shots throughout the match, before raising him high in the air with a surfboard!

"Bolin getting that pressure on the knees and shoulders. Renton's been using his knees has his weapons the most tonight." Joey reminds the audience at home.

After a few good seconds being held above the ring, Renton manages to roll left and break the hold.

"Renton rolls left, he knows he has Bolin's shoulder on that said weakened." Joey states.

But Bolin is still on the offensive, trying to gets his hands locked around Renton's waist for some sort of suplex but Renton is pulling him forward. He manages to get his feet out ahead of him, pushing off the ropes on the right side of the hard camera and flipping over Bolin and trying to land a elbow. Bolin ducks and whips him back across the ring. Bolin charges after him but Renton rebounds and is twice as fast, passing Bolin mid ring. Both rebound off of opposite set of ropes and BOLIN COLLIDES FACE FIRST WITH A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!

"Oh God! Bolin's Teeth Have Been Dislodged Into The Third Row!" Joey exclaims as Bolin is dead still over the International Insanity logo.

"Cover Him, Renton, He's Out!" Critic hollers.

Renton briefly was holding one of his knees with discomfort across his face, but sees the opportunity laid out in front of him and grapevines Bolin's leg…

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2.7999 But Bolin Kicks Out!

"Bolin….Must Have A Skull Of Steel!" Bennett exclaims.

"He Got All Bone, No Brains, That's What!" Critic calls.

Renton gradually let Bolin slip out of his grasp, rolling like a snail before dropping off on the floor beside the time keeper's position.

Renton was trying to get some sort of stance, while Eureka began smacking the edge of the ring in bursts of 5.

"Oh Joey, He's About To Do His Sig! He's About To Do The ORIGINAL, Rise Of Nirvash!" Critic shouts.

"That's not original, that's Kenny's Rise Of The Terminator." Joey states.

"Whose Kenny?" Critic sarcastically asked as Renton rose to his feet…

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Rushed Across The Ring…

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JUMPED OVER THE TOP ROPE-GETTING A SAVATE KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE SKULL THAT EAVES HIM HUNG OVER THE TOP ROPE!

"NIRVASH FAIL! Bolin Just Shattered Renton's Skull!" Joey exclaims as the crowd bursts into a pop seeing Renton's parody come to a screeching halt.

When he's up to a stance, Bolin realizes Renton is still dazed and draped over the top rope. Seeing something out of this scenario, he climbs up on the ring apron before scaling to the very top of the turnbuckle…

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"CORKSCREW LEG DROP!" Joey shouts precisely when leg meets back! Renton's body does a bit of a drinking bird motion on the rope briefly before dropping to the floor.

"WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL! WHOLE DAMN DEAL!" The crowd echoes like a broke record, but in a good way. Bolin grabs hold Renton by his trunks, rolling him into the ring and begins to sit him up in the corner. He is certainly mouthing something but what we can't make out. All we know is Opal is rushing to where Renton is propped up and got the steel chair back in hand.

"Bolin giving orders out here….wait…..he ain't going to…." Joey began to stutter as the crowd starting to grow louder and louder as anticipation built.

"Mike, Get The Chair Out Of Opal's Hands!" Critic hollered.

"Well if Renton can use it, why can't she? All's fair in love and war!" Bennett shouts back.

The hard camera begins to zoom back, encompassing the ring being framed by the sea of the Scottish NCW Faithful. Bolin has perched himself up on the top right turnbuckle, Renton is still dazed sitting like a drunk in the upper left hand corner of the ring. Opal covers his face with the chair….

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METTALIC AND HUMANITY THUD ECHOING IN THE HYDRO!

Crowd explodes into their loudest pop of the night thus far as Renton is apparently motionless with the dented remains of the chair still in front of him, a result of Bolin's legs driving the steel into the champion's jaw!

"…Holy S***…" Joey says in a bit of awe.

"…VAN-SARAH CONNOR!" Bennett hollers.

"That's Not The Moves Name! Get It Right!" Critic quips.

"NC-DUB! NC-DUB! NC-DUB! NC-DUB! NC-DUB! NC-DUB! NC-DUB!" The crowd bellows.

Renton moves not of his own power but by Bolin rolling him a bit of a ways away from the ropes. The rattle of the chair dropping to the floor is heard while Bolin pulls himself on top of Renton for the win…

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3BUT A SHOULDER IS UP! A SHOULDER IS UP FROM RENTON!

"...HOLY S***!" Joey exclaims, this time with more shock.

"HE KICKED OUT OF THE VAN-TERMINATOR!?" Bennett asked in an astonished tone. "Who The Hell Renton Think He Is?"

For the first time in the entire match, there was a somewhat-positive reaction for a Renton action. Nobody was expecting a kick out from a move devastating on that caliber, and especially not Bolin who looks lost when the count stops.

Bolin is clearly trying to think of how to top a Van-Terminator, how to top crushing someone's skull with a the seat of a steel chair. Its clear he is going to look to the heavens once more as he sluggishly draw Renton to the lower right hand corner of the black & white squared circle. He climbs the three ropes and gets himself up on top of the turnbuckle.

"And Bolin is going to go back to his usual arsenal. He is going back to basics. He is going to rescue the Television Championship from the TRS with the Five Star-" Joey begins building up…

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But Opal Hops ON The Ring Apron, Pointing To Behind Bolin, Mike Attitude Instead Focuses On Getting Her Down And Not What She's Warning About….

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"Now Hold Up, Hold Up!" Joey is heard pleading…

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ALLOWING EUREKA TO JUMP TO BOLIN'S HEIGHTS AND BRING HIM DOWN TO RENTON'S LEVEL WITH A HURRICANRANA!

"THANKS OPAL!" Critic sarcastically shouts as she slowly back down from the ropes, devastated to see her warning had backfired.

"And AGAIN Eureka Interferes!" Joey calls. "We Having A No DQ Match Or Something Here! Streak Changes The Rules On Us So Damn Much…!"

Eureka had quickly slipped to the outside before Mike Attitude had known what just transpired behind his back. But Eureka would have no time to see what her hurricanrana would lead to as OPAL HAD RUSHED AROUND THE RING AND RAMMED EUREKA BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!

"SECURITY, SECURITY GET OPAL OUT OF HERE!" Critic hollers.

"More like it Eureka Out Of Here! Get Rei Clone 483 Out Of Here!" Bennett counters.

Opal clotheslines Eureka up and over the barricade and out into the crowd. Eureka though is quick to her feet and skedaddles up the narrow aisle between the endless rows of fans. Opal is in hot pursuit and the two ultimately fade into the blacked out cheap seats.

"The match has at least been reprieved of interference, at least I hope." Joey states as the cameras shift back to the ring as both Bolin and Renton are groggily trying to get to their feet.

"15 minutes have gone by in this match, 15 minutes." Stephen reminds the crowd.

Both wrestlers come to face to face with one another as they both rise back to a stance, getting the crowd to again rise to a fever pitch. Just when their backs become vertical to the mat, Renton goes for a swinging left which connects causing Bolin to sag to his knees. But Bolin's able to fire back with a equally powerful left punch of his own that causes Renton's legs to quiver. The crowds boos as Renton drills his fists into Bolins skull once more, but cheer when Bolin retaliates.

"BOO!"

"Yeah!"
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"BOO!"

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"YEAH!"

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"Boo!"

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"YEAH!

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"BOO!"
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"YEAH!"

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"BOO!"

"YEAH!"

"BOO!"

"YEAH!"

"BO-YEAH!"

"YEAH!"

"YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!"

Bolin bounces off the ropes and CLOCKS Renton! The Nirvash Co-Pilot stumbles back into the ropes behind him, rebounding and DRILLING Bolin! Renton whips Bolin towards the bottom left hand corner of the ring BUT BOLIN JUMPS HIGH ENOUGH AND LANDS ON TOP OF RENTON WITH A SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT!

"Bolin's Getting The Ball Rolling Now! He's Already Back To His Feet! Adrenaline Being His Emergency Battery Life!" Joey exclaims as Bolin rolls back across the mat with Rolling Thunder, BUT RENTON ROLLS OUT FROM UNDER THE SPLASH!

"Renton still there mentally apparently!" Critic bellows as Bolin tries to pull him into some sort of hold for a throw but Renton creates enough separation to smash his knee into Bolin's face TWICE, then trying to get Bolin up on his shoulders for the Amita Drive!

"AMITA DRIVE! AMITA DRIVE!" Critic shouts in excitement.

"No, he don't got the grip." Bennett points out as Bolin slides off the shoulders and behind Renton. He grabs hold of one of Renton's arms, then drops to the mat; his weight & momentum of falling triggering Renton to be hurdled into the upper right hand corner of the ring. Bolin scampers to his feet, gets as much distance to gain as much speed and MISSES THE BASEBALL SLIDE as Renton was playing dead and slide out to the floor at the last possible second.

"Renton being possum, Bolin only causes damage to the buckle. Ring crew will be busy when this ends." Joey states as Renton grabs hold of the Mover Star's right ankle and CLATTERS it off the ring post!

Klank!

Then does the same to the left ankle!

Klank!

"Renton….now….looking the legs around the post…what is he?" Bennett asks…

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AS HE TIES BOLIN INTO A FIGURE FOUR AROUND THE METAL POST!

"FIGURE FOUR! FIGURE FOUR!" Critic exclaims.

"He's not going to have long though!" Joey reminds everyone as Mike Attitude starts to count out Renton while Bolin manages to grab hold of a strand of the ropes…

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Renton lets go at the last possible second, Bolin retracting his knees close to him while attempting to retreat away from the corner.

"The arms are shot, the legs are now softened." Joey states.

"Renton's going to go in for the kill." Critic declares as Renton shoots back into the ring. He whips his head back, finger gun taunt aiming down at Bolin's head…

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Renton Rebounds Off The Ropes…

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BICYCLE KNEE IS CAUGHT!

"Oh no…" Critic whimpers as Bolin shakes his head no, fear in Renton's eyes as Bolin spins Renton around for a step-over windmill kick BUT RENTON CATCHES BOLIN'S FOOT ON THE SPIN! Facial responses are now complete reverse as the crowd gasps. Renton kicks Bolin the gut, and again tries to lift him up….

"HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMES! AMITA DRIVE!" Critic exclaims…

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BUT BOLIN COUNTERS IT INTO A SKULL CRUSHING DDT!

"NOOO!" Critic cries out against the jubilant crowd.

"Bolin Drilling Renton's Head To China And Back!" Joey exclaims.

"But Renton Got Enough Sense To Save Himself, Look, He's Rolling To The Floor." Bennett observes as the champion drops out of view from Bolin.

"LET'S GO BOLIN, let's go Renton, LET'S GO BOLIN, let's go Renton, LET'S GO BOLIN, lets go Renton, LET'S GO BOLIN, let's go Renton" roars from the crowd, a third of the Glaswegians have now begun to grow a bit of respect for Renton's guts, but the bulk are still firmly behind the Whole Damn Deal.

Bolin staggers to a stance, Renton is struggling to his feet on the outside. Bolin turns to the crowd, gives the three thumbs….

"WHOLE…"

"DAMN…"

"DEAL…"…

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LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE…

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AND SUCKED INTO A DDT THAT SENDS HIM SKULL FIRST INTO THE EXPOSED FLOOR!

"OH MY GOD!" Joey exclaims as the crowd stand up in astonishment and a bit of horror.

"Oh God No, And No Padding Either!" Bennett adds.

Renton cracks his neck before clutching Bolin and rolling him back upon the ring canvas, following in suit.

"Bolin's not there, I don't know if he's even conscious!" Joey exclaims as Renton grabs a arm of Bolin to be able and ram his knee into his chest….

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ELEVATES BOLIN ON TOP OF HIS SHOULDERS….

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AND GIVES HIM A PIGGY BACK RIDE FROM HELL!

"AMITA DRIVE! AMITA DRIVE! AMITA DRIVE!" Critic shouts on loop.

"The Electric Chair Driver Connects!" Joey exclaims as Renton keeps Bolin roll up in the compacted position for the pin…

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"TO THE BITTER END!" Critic shouts as the bell rings and the crowd are all unanimously on their feet, whether they like the outcome or not. Renton doesn't go to celebrate, just merely rolling off of Bolin and sprawling out on the black canvas. Mike Attitude returns the strap to the champion who holds it up with one arm while not even bothering to raise his head off the canvas, then delaying it over is waist.

"Your Winner Of The Match At 17:46….And STILL NCW Television Champion, RENTON THURSTON!" Stephen DeAngelis announces, the title graphic appearing at the bottom of the screen confirming Renton's retention of the championship.

"I am shocked! I thought for sure, I thought for sure Renton was a whiny, whimpering, 'hero'…..and he still he is. But I'll give him credit where it is due. It takes a lot of guts to kick out of a Van-Terminator. It takes a lot of guts to upstage a top tier performer, especially one who has the crowd firmly against you." Joey states.

"He Wasn't Outnumbered By The Crowd, He Had Freakin Eureka To Come And Save His A**!" Bennett shouted in dismay.

"And then what was Opal there for?" Critic asked.

"Oh don't start…" Bennett groaned.

"Opal Was Just As Much Of A Distraction!" Critic insisted.

"Your both distractions." Joey muttered.

Bolin is seen eventually crawling out to the floor as members of the ring crew come and tend to him. With a ring attendant holding him up under either of his arms, he is helped up the ramp and eventually disappears through the curtain and out of sight from his adoring faithful. All the while Renton was back up to his feet, having Mike Attitude relock the championship around his waist. He holds up the three finger pose of the TRS for the cluster of ringside photographers while chants from the crowd compliment the match they had just watched.

"THAT WAS THE S***! THAT WAS THE S***! THAT WAS THE S***! THAT WAS THE S***!"

Renton proceeds to make his exit from the ring…

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BUTTTT, he has other things on his mind apparently has he walks back over to the time keeper's position and his given a microphone at his request. He yanks the cord over the rope and takes his stance in the center of the ring as his music fades away to just the crowd audio.

"It appears that you are all surprised by this outcome. This ending is seen by all of you as impossible, Unthinkable!...You love Bolin, you worship Bolin, you dream you can be Bolin….but not tonight. Not anymore. He can take his thumb, raise it in the air…and point to the massive lump I just put on his skull! His tenure as your hero has been long, has been fruitful, has had its highs, has had its lows. But everyone is born…and everything…..dies...But fear not, you can find a new hero in someone else. You can find that new hero is Anime's GREATEST HERO…Me." Renton declares with a big wide grin as the crowd boos.

"Oh yeah, SURE you are." Joey sarcastically mutters.

"From now on you WILL worship me. I am your new hero, I am your new GOD! Some will like it, others will not. To be honest, I DON'T CARE! I GOT THE PENCIL BACKING ME! WHAT THE PENCIL SAYS IS WHAT GOES! What!? You say you don't want another teenage with issues piloting a robot? I DON'T CARE! You don't want a overpowered teenage boy with now personality and yet gets all the ladies? I DON'T CARE! You don't want another super powered ninja who is the most grating personality? I DON'T CARE! I AM YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION! I AM YOUR HERO FOR EVERY EPISODE OF PRIME! THE THREE RIVERS SYDNICATE ARE YOUR FAVORITE FACTION!" Renton shouts, before going with a other the top laughter as he slowly pulls the microphone away from his mouth for dramatic fade out…

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Only problem being we get a brief moment of silence from the crowd as they are not quite sure what to react to since no music has it the speakers yet.

"…..HIT MY MUSIC, HIT MY MUSIC!" Renton orders before dropping the microphone, this time "Devil's Sky" replays as the crowd laughs are the final awkward bit before mostly booing as Renton unstraps the belt from his waist as he steps out of the ring and heads up the aisle. The camera follows him up the aisle while he raise the Television Championship up high for all to see while continuing to face forward and head toward the back.

"….some hero…" Bennett mutters as the screen cuts with a static transition to the next match card. On the left side we see the stoic Lucia Sycroin, to the right is her almost complete opposite. That being the Latina Diva, Evelyn Cano. Championship on the line is spelled out in between the two's images.

"As a false hero leaves, maybe a true hero will rise. That true hero will be whoever can stand toe to toe with the unstoppable Lucia Sycroin and take her Spirit Championship from her. Will that be Evelyn Cano?" Joey asks.