A.B.: Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to our first match.The PSW Thunderbolt Division Championship match. It's Danys Vités vs the sick and twisted entity known as the Frost Demon.
Dominga: This is going to be insane!
Shamoon: Fire vs Ice, baby!
Dominga: Why are you still here?
Ring Announcer: The following singles contest is for the Thunderbolt Division Championship.
The titanron shows a speed-o-meter, which transitions into a vortex. A flash of light and the camera rushes through a subway, exits out onto a busy street at even greater speeds. An explosion and a blurry streak of blue and orange rushes down the ramp and circles the ring 5 times, kicking up sand as it does, before stopping at the base of the ramp. Vités runs forward and slides under the ring. He raises a hand in the air and drops it. A trail of blue pyro runs comes down the ramp mimicking Vités' movements. The crowd loses it.
Dominga: Holy s***!
A.B.: It would appear that the young Vités has made quite the impression.
Shamoon: It's our first match he had to.
A.B.: Too right, but even so I don't think I've seen anything quite like it. If he moves like that when the bell rings, the Demon will be in for quite a fight.
Dominga: In for a fight? Frost is a legend, but how could he possibly compete with that at his age?
A gust of cold air blows through the arena, a fast-paced orchestral song plays as Frost Demon steps from behind the curtain. His eyes glow an icy blue colour, frost escapes his nostrils with each exhalation. He slowly walks to the ring, through a thick mist that obscures his body. He freezes the ground beneath his feet, creating an ever-extending carpet of ice.
Dominga(shivering): I s-s-s-s-stand c-c-corr-r-r-rected-d-d-d.
Frost enters the ring and taking a cross-legged seat in the centre. The temperature in the arena rises back to normal levels before he stands in his corner glaring at his opponent. Vités does not allow himself to be intimidated.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first from Port-au-Prince, Haiti, Danys Vités! The crowd cheers.
A.B.: The newcomer has already won the favour of our fans.
Ring Announcer: And his opponent from Guadalajara, Mexico, Frost Demon! The crowd lets out a particularly harsh show of disapproval.
Dominga: Yikes
The referee holds up the championship, then hands the belt to a crewman at ringside. She then signals for the bell to ring.
A.B.: There's the bell and- (Vités runs forward and dropkicks Frost Demon into the turnbuckles) Good lord! A vicious dropkick right off the bat from Vités.
Shamoon: I swear blinked and Frost was on the ground.
Dominga: You see? How is he supposed to compete against movement like that?
Rattled Frost stands only to get shoulder tackled into the turnbuckles. Vités flips backwards then rams the veteran a second time. He does two backflips, creating even more distance and runs at Frost preparing for another shoulder thrust, but hits his shoulder against the concrete ring post instead. The demon stands on the apron, then hits the upstart with a tiger feint kick, using the ring post.
A.B.: With experience and ring awareness, Dominga. Vités might have caught the demon off guard, but as you can see he got too cocky, too quickly.
Dominga: Have to agree. What in the world was he thinking?
Shamoon: Obviously, he wanted to put on a show.
Dominga: This is a championship match. His only focus should be on going home with the belt. If he doesn't get his act together, Frost will eat him alive, and I mean that in the figurative and literal sense.
A.B.: Don't you start with that again.
Frost Demon grabs Vités' leg but is kicked away. Vités kips up, ducks under a clothesline and attempts a kick to the back, but Frost catches his leg, trips him, turns him over and locks him in an STF. Clasping his cold hands around the youngun's neck, he pulls back, whilst put immense pressure Vités' knee.
A.B.: STF locked in, can Vités escape?
Shamoon: Isn't way too early?
Dominga: It doesn't matter, Frost never lets go until his opponents pass out or tap.
Vités crawls over to the ropes, his movements stiffened by his body's rapidly dropping temperature. His fingers are mere inches from the ropes, but he's fading. He then grabs the demon's hands and attempts to pull them off him.
A.B.: Vités is fading. This could be over.
Dominga: Hmph. All style and no substance, what a disappointment.
Suddenly, Frost screams and lets go of the hold. He shakes and blows cold air into them. Vités stands up, strange orange markings glow on the back of his taped hands.
Dominga: The hell just happened?
Shamoon: It was like I said before, Fire vs Ice, baby!
A.B.: STF locked in, can Vités escape?
Shamoon: Isn't way too early?
Dominga: It doesn't matter, Frost never lets go until his opponents pass out or tap.
Vités crawls over to the ropes, his movements stiffened by his body's rapidly dropping temperature. His fingers are mere inches from the ropes, but he's fading. He then grabs the demon's hands and attempts to pull them off him.
A.B.: Vités is fading. This could be over.
Dominga: Hmph. All style and no substance, what a disappointment.
Suddenly, Frost screams and lets go of the hold. He shakes and blows cold air into them. Vités stands up, strange orange markings glow on the back of his taped hands.
Dominga: The hell just happened?
Shamoon: It was like I said before, Fire vs Ice, baby!
With the demon still reeling, Vités rushes landing an elbow to the jaw, a knee to the gut and a kick to the back of the leg, forcing Frost down to one knee and hit a vicious knee strike to the side of the head. He flips Frost on his back, then does a standing moonsault. Vités pins Frost Demon for a 2-count.
A.B.: Vités is clearly a fast learner. He is not going to give the veteran any time to think.
The back on forth contest goes on with Vités literally running circles around the more experienced Frost Demon. One of his punches misses, allowing the Demon to get behind him and attempt a German suplex, but Vités elbows him in the face and does a standing shiranui, which is countered into a Frostbite.
Dominga: Frostbite! It's over.
The ref counts, but Vités kicks out a mere second before her hand comes down for the 3.
Dominga: What?!
A.B.: How in the world did he kick out of that?
Frost Demon cannot believe it, he attempts another pin, but Vités kicks out again. Another pin, another kick out. He turns his opponent on his stomach and knees him in the side, then elbows the back of his head repeatedly. He flips Vités over again and walks over to the apron and, using the ropes to slingshot himself forward, hits a perfect topé atomico. He pins Vités, who kicks out once again. Frost beats the ring mat in frustration, grabs Vités by the hair and forces him up, before hitting him with a snapmare neckbreaker. Vités still kicks out. Frost paces the ring, unsure of what to do next. The young competitor slowly starts to get, to which Frost Demon responds to be kicking him back down and stomping on on him. The entire time the crowd chanting, "Vités! Vités! Vités!". Vités catches Frost Demon's foot, but Frost jumps and drops his knee on the former's face.
Shamoon: That's got to hurt.
Dominga: Ya think?
Frost Demon grabs Vités' left arm and places it between his thighs,
A.B.: Oh no, he's looking for the Shard.
Dominga: Now, it's definitely over.
Frost Demon clasps his hands over Vités' face and pulls his head back with his weight. Once again the Demon screams and lets go, the inside of his pants burnt, exposing skin.
A.B.: Submissions are clearly out of the question. Frost Demon's second most effective offensive weapon is his speed and he's outclassed in that department.
Vités gets up again, cracks his neck and tells the Demon to bring it on. Infuriated by such arrogance Frost charges at him. Vités counters his punch with an arm drag. Frost gets up and runs into a bicycle knee strike, making him stumble backwards into a corner, Vités hits him with a flying forearm, then runs to the adjacent corner, bounces off the rope, runs back and hits a flying knee. Frost collapses face down to the mat, but kicks out of a pin attempt just before three.
Vités lays into Frost with punches to the face, his right hand a blur of black and orange. Frost blocks a punch and jabs Vités in the throat, then he restarts his offensive, vicious elbow strikes to the face, he transitions into an armbar, but Vités rolls backwards and punches him in the face. Frost Demon rolls out of the ring, spitting out teeth and blood when he hits the sand.
A.B.: Vités just seems to have an answer for everything the Demon throws at him.
Dominga: And he's not done yet. (Vités runs to the ropes on the other side, bounces off them...) Looking for something big.
Vités dives through the ropes, but gets caught by a-
A.B. and Dominga: FROSTBITE!
Shamoon: Good grief.
Frost Demon picks up Vités and tosses him back in the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckle and hits shooting star press for a 3 count. The sound of boos, jeers and hisses echo throughout the arena.
Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, and new PSW Thunderbolt Division Champion, FROST DEMON!
Frost Demons rips the championship belt away from the referee and cradles it in his arms. When he raises it above his head it starts to snow, even though it's the middle summer.
A.B.: A-a-a-a-a h-h-hard f-fought v-vict-tory. H-h-hats o-o-off t-to Dan-nys-s Vit-t-tés. H-he g-gave as g-g-g-ood-d a-as he got.
Dominga: A-all th-that ma-matters is th-the-the w-winn-ner.
Shamoon: C-could he hu-hurry up w-w-with h-his ce-cel-celebration already?
Dominga: Sh-sh-shut up, Sham-moon! He-he earned this!
A.B.: Th-that con-concludes our f-f-first match. Stay tu-tuned.
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