Kelly Fox: “Well here we go Willy; The Ace versus Jack Hammond, with the World Championship on the line!”

Willy Carter: “The ultimate prize up for grabs and these two men are dead set on coming away the winner.”

The crowd buzz as Amber Ashe stands on the middle of the ring, microphone in hand. The bell is rung and she brings the mic to her lips.

Amber Ashe: “The following match scheduled for one-fall, is for the nCw World Heavyweight Championship!”

As the opening guitar plays, the titantron shows the silhouette of a woman with her hair blowing across her face and holding a playing card between the forefingers of her right hand, she flips it over in her fingers to reveal the Ace Of Spades, the symbol grows out of the card and gets larger with every repetition of the opening chords until it envelops the screen. Huge flame pyros explode either side of the ramp as cards begin to fall from the rafters. The lyrics to 'You Know My Name' by Chris Cornell begin as The Ace appears on stage. The titantron shows The Ace powerbomb Jack Hammond on barbed wire but as he does so his image evaporates into many spade symbols...*

If you take a life, do you know what you give?
Odds are, you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes I've deceived?
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine Just next in line...

Amber Ashe: “And the challenger, from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 246 pounds; The Ace!”

The Ace walks down through the shower of falling cards as the titantron shows Spike Kane and Reckoning receiving Ace-Plants. The Ace is shown leaping, wrapped in barb wire and the image evaporates into spade symbols, out of the evaporation rises The Ace's bloody hand, grasping the Xtreme Championship...

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize, it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you
Are you willing to die?

The Ace gets to the foot of the ramp and the cards stop falling before entering the ring himself. He walks over to the adjacent turnbuckle, climbing the second rope...

The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name...

The Ace raises both arms in the air

If you come inside, things will not be the same
When you return to the night
And if you think you've won
You never saw me change the game that we've all been playing...

The Ace climbs down an he walks to the middle of the ring and the song fades...

Willy Carter: “You’ve got to say, Ace’s been looking quite impressive in these past few months. Will he usurp Hammy?”

Kelly Fox: “It doesn’t matter. In less than a month, both of them will be forgotten.”

The arena is still buzzing from The Ace’s entrance, the hubbub of the crowd settling slightly.

Then suddenly a familiar drumline rips out through the PA, the crowd getting to their feet with a cheer as white lights in the arena start flashing, the Tron showing Jack as he leans against his 911, grinning confidently, occasionally strobing with his name in bold letters and shots of him flying through the air or delivering a Charger or Mustang from his previous matches. A lairy British voice can be heard shouting out over it, the drums still crashing away.

We put this festival on you b******s, with alot of love!
We worked for one year for you pigs!
And you want to break our walls down and destroy us?!
Well you go to hell!

With that, a British Invasion fuzzed up riff breaks through, just as Jack Hammond strides through with a confident grin and the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, the lights still flashing above him and images of his high-flying antics from previous matches play on Tron as he observes the maddening crowd, before he jumps forwards, landing with a hard stomp, a white pyro exploding behind him, his arms raised as he yells and wheels about. He strides down the ramp towards the ring, occasionally delivering a couple of friendly high-fives to nearby audience members who reach out towards him.

Amber Ashe: “And the opponent, from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 150 pounds, he is the nCw World Heavyweight Champion; Jack Hammond!”

He jumps onto the ring apron before hopping over the top rope, wheeling about, yelling at the crowd, mounting the second turnbuckle to look around the arena, raising his arms. He pulls off his 'How Hard Can It Be?' t-shirt, tossing it into the crowd, before hopping down to the canvas, pulling the belt off his waist, patting it and handing it off to one side, limbering up in the ring, staring down Ace.

Kelly Fox: “And there’s the man who got where he is today thanks to our help. He’d better remember that.”

Willy Carter: “Well, he has been making a few...remarks about you in his last few promos.”

Kelly Fox: “Oh it’s just a smokescreen. I know that he’s secretly grateful.”

The crowd is heaving as the two competitors face off from both sides of the ring unblinking and focused. The referee steps forwards and asks Hammond for the belt, gingerly taking it as the champion hands it over, before hoisting it over his head to display to the crowd.

Willy Carter: “And there’s what they’re gonna be battling for. To prove who’s the best in this business.”

Kelly Fox: “So if they’re ‘the best’ this company has to offer why aren’t they in the main event?”

As the referee hands the belt to the outside he signals for the bell, Ace and Jack staying for a few moments in their respective corners, still staring each other down. The intensity of the crowd grows as both men start to circle the ring, neither of them taking their eyes off of each other.

Kelly Fox: “Well they certainly have the ‘stare down’ mastered...can’t they just get this over with?”

Willy Carter: “There seems to be an equal amount of cheers for both men here tonight.”

Kelly Fox: “They’re just fickle. As soon as one person’s winning, they’ll cheer for him.”

Jack is the first one to make a move, putting a hand forwards to Ace to shake. The crowd pops as Ace looks down at the offered hand before looking back up at Jack with a scowl, slapping it away before lashing out with a vicious straight right hand, sending the smaller man reeling back.

Kelly Fox: “There we go!”

Willy Carter: “Ace obviously not wanting to waste time as he goes right after Hammy.”

Eric Hardy: “He’s been moaning about getting another shot at the title for weeks, so it’s no surprise he wouldn’t want to mess around with being sportsmanlike.”

Ace follows Hammond, delivering stiff punches to the jaw until Jack is cornered against the turnbuckle, dazedly raising his arms to try to blow the rain of blows. The ref moves in to count out Ace who steps back after ‘4’, holding his arms up and smiling as the ref tries to reprimand him. Jack checks his jaw, scowling at Ace who shrugs before lashing out with a disrespectful slap across the Hamster’s face.

Willy Hardy: “Ooh, that’s gotta sting.”

Kelly Fox: “Ace isn’t trying to pander to anyone but himself tonight. You’ve got to admire that though.”

Despite the slap, the crowd is cheering loudly for Ace who confidently steps away from the corner, raising his arms and taunting Hammond. Jack is still checking his cheek before smirking himself, shaking his head as if impressed. Suddenly he blasts from out of the corner, looking to tackle the larger man to the canvas, but Ace has him scouted, sidestepping and letting Hammond tumble to the canvas.

Ace is immediately upon the Champion, wresting the smaller man onto his front and locking in a solid armbar.

Willy Carter: “Now this could work to The Ace’s favour, grounding the normally airborne Hamster, not letting him get any momentum.”

Ace grins broadly as he keeps the hold locked in, Hammond not able to do much else besides grimace and wriggle. Ace can be heard to yell above the crowd ‘Too easy!’ But Hammond somehow seems to get some leverage, pushing himself up from his front on one arm, angling towards Ace who suddenly finds his shoulders being pressed into the mat. The ref slides in.

1-Kickout!

Willy Carter: “Nice little reversal there by the champ.”

Both men separate, Ace’s confident grin having been muted into a frown, Hammond rolling his shoulder with a wince. They circle each other again before springing forwards to lock up in the middle of the ring. Ace manages to get Hammond in a headlock, wrenching at Hammond’s neck, trying to take him over and down, but the smaller man manages to shove Ace off into the ropes. He leapfrogs Ace on the first pass, manages to duck a straight clothesline before leaping in a dropkick. Ace, however, has hung onto the ropes, the Hamster falling with a loud thud to the mat.

Kelly Fox: “It looks like Ace is slowly taking control in this match.”

Willy Carter: “And how. Looks like the Hamster’s lucky streak is almost over.”

Kelly Fox: “It could have lasted so much longer if he played ball.”

Willy Carter: “Really? You think he’s tall enough?”

Kelly Fox: “...”

Ace pounces, dropping an elbow into Hammond’s back, getting to his feet to drop another as the smaller man writhes on the mat in pain. Ace shakes his head before reaching down, grabbing Jack’s left arm and laying it out on the mat before bouncing off the ropes to drop a knee onto the outstretched limb, rolling away as Jack clutches at his arm, grimacing. Ace simply reaches down, pulling it out again and mercilessly stomping away.

Willy Carter: “Ace still keeping Hammond down, exploiting that left arm there.”

Ace looks down before rebounding off the ropes but Jack rolls to his belly letting the champ hop over him to bounce back, lowering his head as Jack is on his feet, leapfrogging the oncoming Ace. The next time, Hammond ducks a clothesline, spinning to deliver a calf kick, finally sending Ace to the mat He winces however, having landed on that left arm.

Kelly Fox: “I wonder if the damage has already been done, he’s definitely favoring that arm of his.”

Jack is slower than Ace to his feet and receives a kick to the gut for his trouble, the larger man grabbing that left arm again, twisting and wrenching at it. Jack hops about, wincing in pain as he tries to endure it, Ace violently yanking on it. Jack drops to a crouch as the Ace yanks him down, before springing in a backflip, untwisting the wrench, pulling it free of his competitors’ grip and spinning his arm around the Ace’s neck to try to deliver a bulldog. But Ace simply tosses the smaller man away, Jack landing hard on his back.

Willy Carter: “And it just seems that Hammond can’t get going here tonight.”

Jack gets to his feet slowly, circling Ace who has a smile on his face and his hands up. They lock up in the centre of the ring, Ace catching the Hamster in a side headlock. Hammond pulls back, bouncing off the ropes and shoving the champ off, looking to deliver a standing dropkick, but Ace grabs ahold of the ropes, leaving Jack to land painfully on his back in the middle of the ring. As he gets to his feet, Ace charges in with a thunderous spear. Ace goes for a cover.

Willy Carter: “Spear! It could already be over!”

1-2-Kickout!

Jack rolls away, groggily holding his gut, wincing as he gets to his feet, trying to put some distance between himself and the confident Ace.

Kelly Fox: “Unless he gets a handle on things, we could see Hammond going home early tonight.”

Ace immediately follows after Hammond looking to lock up again, but this time Jack manages to twist away from Ace’s reach, kicking out at the back of his opponent’s knee. Ace staggers away, Hammond quickly following, trying to play Ace’s game and exploit a body part. The stronger wrestler manages however, to shove Hammond away into the ropes, the smaller wrestler bouncing off the ropes, ducking a clothesline on the way back and jumps onto the second rope to springboard into a backwards elbow, knocking Ace down. Jack springs to his feet and in a flash delivers a standing moonsault, hooking the leg.

1-2-Kickout!

Kelly Fox: “Looks like the Hamster’s doing his valiant comeback thing.” Jack reaches down to bring Ace to his feet, but finds himself being tossed away into the corner, the larger man charging after him. Jack simply sticks out an elbow for him to run into, the Ace staggering back, holding his jaw. Hammond charges out of the corner delivering some buzzsaw like strikes with his fists and feet, driving Ace back into the ropes.

Willy Carter: “Looks like we can’t quite count him out just yet.”

Jack backs off to get a run up and charges at Ace who simply ducks, scooping Jack up and over the top rope, looking to dump him onto the outside. In a display of agility, Hammond manages to land on his feet on the apron, Ace turning and reaching to grab the smaller man, who ducks and shoves an elbow to gut, sending The Ace staggering back. Jack grins and jumps up onto the top rope looking to springboard onto Ace, but the big man manages to catch him with ease. Jack struggles to get free as he’s hoisted up in a military press. Ace showing how much stronger he is before casually dropping the champ, face first into the mat.

Kelly Fox: “Looks like you may have spoken too soon.”

Willy Carter: “You really have to wonder if Hammond really deserves to be here, the champ’s been on top of this ever since the bell rung.”

As Hammond writhes on the mat, Ace catches his breath. Hammond staggers up, just in time to receive a straight armed clothesline, sending him onto his back. Xavier smirks and causally grabs Hammond by the back of the head, pulling him to his feet before tossing him into the turnbuckle. Ace spins him around and locks him up from behind, spinning him around and in a flash grabs Hammond, delivering a Double Underhook Neckbreaker. He follows up with a cover.

Willy Carter: “He’s got it here! Hook of the leg!”

1-2-No! Kickout!

Ace looks at the ref incredulously who holds up two fingers. He shakes his head but suddenly, Jack reaches up from behind, rolling the champ up in a schoolboy. The ref drops to the mat.

1-2-Kickout!

Kelly Fox: “Looks like the Hamster’s getting desperate.”

Jack is quickly to his feet, delivering a stiff sidekick to Ace, who staggers into the ropes, bouncing back to get a Dropkick to the face. Hammond springs over the downed Ace, springboarding off the second rope into a moonsault, splashing down onto Xavier.

Willy Carter: “Looks like Hammond is finally getting some momentum here.” Hammond gets to his feet looking around at the cheering crowd with a grin. He looks down at Ace and nods to himself moving over to a corner into a crouch.

Kelly Fox: “Looks like the Jack will beat the Ace again.”

Ace groggily gets to his feet, Hammond tensing himself in the corner, waiting for his chance.

Willy Carter: “He’s behind you!”

As Ace turns, Hammond springs forwards looking to deliver the Mustang. Out of nowhere, Ace spins about, catching Hammond’s head as he charges in and delivers a thunderous Reversal of Fortune (Diamond Cutter), the champ going limp.

Willy Carter: “Oh mah gawd! Hammond was so close, he could taste it!”

Kelly Fox: “I told you; a transitional champ, nothing more.”

The crowd roars as Ace gets to his feet, nodding to himself and smiling, not seeming too bothered about covering, looking down as if considering a pin but he shakes his head.

Kelly Fox: “What’s he doing? He’s got him right there!”

Willy Carter: “I guess he wants to finish the job properly.”

Ace pulls a very groggy Hammond to his feet, actually letting go for a moment and almost laughing as the smaller man stagger about, hardly able to stand. Ace shakes his head, before tossing the Hamster into the corner, hard. Hammond rebounds off and staggers back, clutching at his chest, right into a sleeper hold from the Ace.

Willy Carter: “Oh, that’s gonna be it right there. In his condition, Hammo’s got no way out of this.”

Jack seems to get a burst of energy, fighting to get free as Ace locks it in, shaking his head and trying to force the champ down to the mat. Jack’s struggles seem to die down as he drops to his knees, starting to go limp. Ace yells at the ref to check, the official checking Hammond over before reaching for his hand, raising it before letting go. It drops, limp.

1!

The ref reaches again, raising Hammond’s arm, watching as it drops again.

2!

Ace seems to tighten his hold, the ref reaching once more, raising the arm and letting go. It falls...but stops halfway, Jack’s eyes wide open, his teeth grit as he shakes his head and struggles out, trying to get back to his feet. The crowd roars as Ace glowers and fights to keep the smaller man down, but is forced back up as Hammond shoves an elbow into the challenger’s gut. Two more elbows and Ace loosens his hold, Jack spinning and throwing hands at the larger man’s face, staggering him back.

Kelly Fox: “Here we go again.”

Willy Carter: “Guess you can’t keep a good Hamster down.”

Hammond throws all his weight behind a right hand but Ace has the wherewithal to dodge the strike, watching the champ stagger past, shoving him past into the turnbuckle. Ace charges after him and spins him around and delivers a few right hands of his own.

Willy Carter: “And The Ace back in control of this match.”

Kelly Fox: “Jack Hammond’s an underdog for reason, and he just can’t cut it against someone better than him.”

Willy Carter: “Like Ace?”

Kelly Fox: “Well I’ll name no names, but he’s only where he is today thanks to someone else’s help.”

Ace looks to be setting about hoisting Hammond up onto the top rope, following him up, looking for a superplex. Jack seems to get his wits about him and starts delivering some stiff punches to the champ’s head. Ace eventually relinquishes his grip on Hammond, the blows overcoming him and another hard right to the head sees Ace toppling backwards hitting the mat hard.

Kelly Fox: “And now Hammond’s on the top rope, his territory.”

Hammond shakes his head free of the stars that cloud his vision and sees Ace on the mat, face up. He gingerly gets up, standing on the top rope, a grin crossing his face as he points to his prone competitor, the crowd roaring.

Willy Carter: “This should be good.”

Kelly Fox: “Or, like Hammond himself, a giant...sorry, smal disappointment.”

Hammond tenses and springs from the top rope, looking to drop a flying elbow into Ace’s chest. The only thing that stops him from doing so is Ace pulling his knees up, Jack impacting quite heavily into them, bouncing a full four feet back and clutching at his chest.

Kelly Fox: “You see?”

Ace rises to his feet, smiling and shaking his head, looking down at the fallen Hammond, before bringing the smaller man to his feet, dragging him over to the centre of the ring. Jack groggily attempts to struggle out with a wild swing but Ace ducks and kicks the Hamster in the gut, doubling him over before locking up him. Without hesitation, the he delivers a devastating Ace Plant, the crowd roaring and chanting his name.

Kelly Fox: “That’s it! It got to be over!”

Willy Carter: “Thanks for coming, kid.”

Ace goes for the cover, the crowd chanting as the ref slaps the mat.

1-2-NO!

Eric Hardy: “Kickout by Hammond! He’s not out yet!”

The crowd roars and Ace blinks in surprise, Hammond keeping his shoulder up, his arm pointing to the sky, but is otherwise motionless. The ref holds up two fingers as the fans start a ‘Hammond’ chant. Ace gets to his feet, looking down at the battered Hamster, hands on his hips as he shakes his head, incredulous.

Willy Carter: “I don’t know how he did it, but Hammond’s still got something left.”

Kelly Fox: “You’ve got to wonder if that was it though, he’s not moving.”

Ace keeps shaking his head, pacing the ring, a scowl on his face. His pacing gets faster as he seems to be amping himself up before moving over to Hammond and dragging the smaller man to his feet. He begins delivering merciless stiff lefts and rights, each blow rocking Hammond back. He then whips Hammond into the corner, roaring as he charges in, looking to squish him against the turnbuckle, but whether it was luck, or just his legs giving out, Jack’s no longer there, Ace staggering away.

Kelly Fox: “Hammond moved!”

Willy Carter: “How the hell is he still able to move?”

Ace clutches at his chest as Hammond staggers back against the corner, dropping to a crouch, watching his opponent. As he turns around, Jack charges forwards, jumping and raising his knees with a roar.

Willy Carter: “Mustang! Mustang out of the blue!”

Kelly Fox: “No, wait!”

Hammond has hit someone, but the Ace has rolled out of the way. The only person lying prone in the ring is the ref who has gone completely limp from the vicious impact. Jack blinks in surprise and frowns, shaking his head. He turns to look at Ace who has rolled out of the ring, leaning against the rarely mentioned nCw Spanish Announce Table, catching his breath. Jack looks about listening to the chanting crowd, before shrugging and running at full steam over the top rope in a suicide dive.

Kelly Fox and Willy Carter: “Holy shi-

There’s a splintering crash as flesh hits the table, but only one body has gone through. Ace has once again escaped destruction, Hammond lying broken in the wreckage having gone in head first. A chant of ‘nCw’ goes up around the arena, as Ace stares at the champ’s broken body, almost not believing what just happened.

Willy Carter: “The Hamster...he’s got to be dead.”

The ref is still down, no count-out being made as the chant continues, Ace catching his breath and shaking his head as Hammond seems to stir, propping himself up on his hands and knees.

Kelly Fox: “How the hell?”

Ace steps forwards and grabs Hammond whose eyes look like they’re pointing in opposite directions, a gash opened up above his left eye and a thin trickle of blood seeping down his face. Ace tosses him under the bottom rope, quickly following. Hammond stays prone, staining the canvas with claret as Ace goes to check on the ref, who seems to be stirring, Ace propping him up in the corner.

Willy Carter: “Now that’s got to be it. Hammo just self-destructed and if he makes a comeback now, I’ll eat my hair.”

Ace moves over to the downed champion, rolling him over and covering him, shouting at the ref who drops next to them and groggily makes the count.

1!

2!

NO!

Kelly Fox: “Should I get the clippers, Willy?”

Ace gets back to his feet and looks down at the pain-wracked body of Jack Hammond and shakes his head ,looking around before his eyes settle on the turnbuckle. He moves over and starts to climb stopping at the top, pointing to Hammond before turning and with a spring taking to the skies, slamming down onto the Hamster with a moonsault, but he suddenly bounces away, clutching at his chest.

Kelly Fox: “Hammond had the knees up!”

Hammond struggles to his feet as Xavier rolls about, just about holding himself up using the ropes to a corner. He has a smile on his bloodied face as he begins to climb himself, but as he reaches the top, he wobbles and nearly collapses.

Willy Carter: “Uh oh, looks like Hammond may have nothing left in the tank, he’s taking way too long.”

Kelly Fox: “And Ace hasn’t missed that.”

Ace is already back to his feet and moving oover to the exhausted Hammond, grabbing at him. But as he does so, Hammond jumps and locks an arm around Ace’s neck dropping from the top rope to the mat with a crash before pulling at the larger man’s left arm to lock in the Viper Vise.

Willy Carter: “The Viper Vise! Hammond may have just turned it all around!”

Jack roars as he applies more and more pressure on Ace’s neck, pulling with all of his might. Ace writhes and fights to break the submission hold, but the Hamster seems to have a grim determination not to let go.

Kelly Fox: “Now will Ace tap? Will he give in?”

Ace scrabbles against the mat looking for some purchase and somehow manages to pull himself up to his feet, Hammond still clinging on for dear life, but his feet off the ground as Ace rises to his full height before toppling forwards, slamming Hammond’s back into the canvas with a crash, breaking the hold, Ace rolling away to clutch at his arm.

Willy Carter: “So close...”

Hammond manages to get his feet, only to get a right hand from Ace. A few blows later, Hammond is beaten back into the ropes, before being whipped with force into the other corner. Jack hits hard, staggering back and clutching at his chest. Ace reaches under Hammond, rolling him up.

1-2-Kickout!

Hammond is first to his feet and delivers a low dropkick to the still-seated Ace, quickly going for the cover.

1-2-Kickout!

They break away, circling each other, both men looking for an opening. Hammond lunges forwards, but Ace scouts him and whips him into the corner, following behind, but Jack scampers up the turnbuckle, springing backwards, leg outstretched.

Kelly Fox: “The ‘How Hard Can It Be?’.”

But Ace once again has the champ well scouted, his leg coming up to deliver a perfectly placed superkick to the face on the still falling Hammond who manages a full somersault backwards thanks to the impact coupled with the momentum. He writhes about on the mat, his blood pooling under his head as Ace begins to stalk Hammond, motioning for him to stand.

Kelly Fox: “Oh don’t do it, Hammy, it’ll be too much to bear to see you get crushed this bad.”

Willy Carter: “Do you mean that?”

Kelly Fox: “Is that a trick question?”

Hammond staggers to his feet, stumbling around but he manages to spot Ace just in time to see Ace spring into the air, not needing Hammond to be bent over to receive a Fame Acer in the middle of the ring.

Willy Carter: “Fame Acer! I don’t know how many times I’ve said this, but it’s over!”

Kelly Fox: “Our next transitional champion just needs to pin.”

Ace quickly makes the cover, hooking the leg as the ref slides in to hammer the mat.

1-2-NO!

Hammond manages to get the shoulder up, as Ace looks down incredulously before looking at the ref, getting to his feet and yelling at him, motioning that it was a three. The ref shakes his head firmly, holding up two fingers stating the match is still on. Ace seems annoyed, but has taken his eyes off of the groggy champ who has managed to crawl up to the ropes, putting himself into a crouch.

Kelly Fox: “Wait a sec, Hammond is stalking the Ace!”

Ace turns back to see where he left Hammond, but can’t help but notice that the crumpled heap of a champion is no longer there, and only sees Jack as she springs into the air, his leg coming around for a Buzzsaw Kick.

Willy Carter: “Bombshell! No way!” Ace’s head snaps forwards as he collapses forward onto the mat, Hammond staggering about around him.

Kelly Fox: “Pin him. Pin. Him.”

Jack looks down at Ace before looking about at the cheering crowd, blood still pouring down his face before pointing at Ace, and then pointing at the turnbuckle. He grins as the audience roars its approval and begins to climb again, rising to his feet and shrugging his shoulders as Ace manages to roll to his front. Jack takes to the air once more, flipping forwards through the air, tucking his knees under him. There’s a thunderous crash as those knees impact against Ace’s chest, Jack immediately springing to his feet, wheeling about and yelling at the crowd.

Willy Carter: “And now the Top Gear! And he’s still not going for the pin!”

Kelly Fox: “He needs to follow up quickly or he’ll regret not pinning Ace this time.”

Jack nods to himself, his eyes falling onto the slowly stirring Ace and grins, dropping to a crouch, beckoning his opponent to get up and turn.

Kelly Fox: “The Ace is up.”

Willy Carter: “He turns...”

Jack shoots forwards in a flash, jumping and tucking his knees to deliver a Mustang which hits with devastating force. The larger man drops like a log to the mat, Hammond recovering and rolling to his feet, scampering over to pin Ace.

Willy Carter: “That’s it! Ace is not moving at all.”

Hammond reaches down to roll up Ace with an exhausted smile on his face. But out of nowhere, as if rising from the grave, Ace strikes, grabbing Hammond by the head, his limbs moving in a flash to lock in what looks like a triangle choke hold.

Kelly Fox: “What? No! Ace is still not out!”

Willy Carter: “What is that? What is he doing?”

Hammond’s eyes bulge and he flails about, but Ace shakes his head, refusing to let go. The champ can get no purchase or footing, unable to break free or even turn out of the hold to move closer to the ropes.

Willy Carter: “Middle of the ring, nowhere to go!”

Hammond’s free hand clenches into a fist, trying to stave off the pain but he can’t see any way out, his struggles slowly weakening, the blood flowing from his head wound seeming to increase.

Kelly Fox: “He’s gotta tap. Give it up Hammy.”

Hammond clenches his fist another time as Ace roars at him, but can hold on no longer, his hand hammering against the mat. The ref signals for the bell, and Ace relinquishes the hold, Jack flopping to the mat completely spent and broken.

Willy Carter: “He’s done it! He’s finally become the nCw World Champion!”

Kelly Fox: “Looks like all those promises he made were good enough when he went up against a loser like Hammond.”

Ace rises to his feet, looking incredulous as the crowd chants his name, ‘You Know My Name’ by Chris Cornell hitting the PA as Amber Ashe mounts the apron.

Amber Ashe: “Your winner and the [b]new[/i] nCw World Heavyweight Champion...The Ace!”

Ace raises his arms in the air, before mounting the turnbuckle, his adrenaline taking over as the fact he’s the Champion hits him. The ref hands him the belt, Ace looking at it with wide eyes and a smile as wide as it can go as he raises it over his head.

Willy Carter: “You have to admit, that was a resounding victory. He managed to stay on top and had the Hamster scouted to the very end.”

Kelly Fox: “Yes, he was pretty impressive for someone who’s second best.”

The crowd roars, every voice in the arena raised and not a single person sitting as Ace drinks in the moment, moving from corner to corner with the belt tightly in his hands. There’s a slight lull however, as the bloody Hamster has staggered to his feet, leaning in the corner, looking completely exhausted. Ace pauses in his celebrations before moving over to the ex-champ, looking the shorter man over.

Kelly Fox: “Looks like someone’s got to take out the trash.”

Jack looks warily up at Ace, nodding and pointing at him with a tired smile, giving him the thumbs up. He leans forwards, trying to stand up straight, offering a hand to shake. He can be seen to mouth the words: ‘The better man after all.’

Kelly Fox: “Won’t someone get him out of there? Trying to draw things out when we’ve got the real main event coming up.”

Ace looks down at the offered hand and then back up at the bloodied Hamster before returning the smile and shaking his hand in a show of mutual respect. There’s a round of applause before Jack raises Ace’s arm, eliciting another roar, Hammond then bowing out and making his way up the ramp as Ace get back to his celebrating, putting the title on his shoulder as he yells at the crowd.

Willy Carter: “Well a very intense match with both men seemingly satisfied.”

Kelly Fox: “Clearly they’re just the warmup act for our main event and like I said it doesn’t matter which one of them won; it will be in our hands within a month.”

Willy Carter: Not if Ace has anything to say about it!

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The Coliseum
AJ Phoenix vs. Adam Knite vs. MGK vs. Philip Burns vs. JFK vs. Angel

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