A.B.: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to our first match.The PSW Thunderweight Championship match. It's Danys Vités vs the sick and twisted entity known as the El Demonio de la Heladas.
Dominga: This is going to be insane!
Shamoon: Fire vs Ice, baby!
Dominga: Why are you still here?
A short, plump Afrikaans man in a red suit enters the ring.
David Bekker: The following singles contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
David Bekker: And it will crown the first-ever PSW Thunderweight Champion!
The titanron shows a speed-o-meter, which transitions into a vortex. A flash of light and the camera rushes through a subway, exits onto a busy street at even greater speeds.
An explosion and a blurry streak of blue, black 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 into 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? Heladas 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 Heladas 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.
Heladas enters the ring and takes 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.
David Bekker: Introducing first from Port-au-Prince, Haiti, standing 175 centimetres and weighing in at 86 Kilos, Danys Vités!
The crowd cheers.
A.B.: The newcomer has already won the favour of our fans.
David Bekker: And his opponent from Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, standing 178 centimetres and weighing at 98 Kilos, El Demonio de las Heladas!
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 Heladas was on the ground.
Dominga: You see? How is he supposed to compete against movement like that?
Rattled Heladas 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 Heladas 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, Heladas will eat him alive, and I mean that in the figurative and literal sense.
A.B.: Don't you start with that again.
Heladas grabs Vités' leg but is kicked away. Vités kips up, ducks under a clothesline and attempts a kick to the back, but Heladas 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 this way too early?
Dominga: It doesn't matter. Heladas 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, Heladas screams and lets go of the hold. He shakes and blows cold air into them. Vités stands up and 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 Heladas 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 the 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-and-forth contest goes on with Vités literally running circles around the more experienced Heladas. 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 cutter.
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.
Heladas beats the ring mat in frustration, grabs Vités by the mask and forces him up, before hitting him with a snapmare neckbreaker.
The speedster still kicks out. Heladas paces the ring, unsure of what to do next. The young competitor slowly starts to get up, to which the Demon responds by kicking him back down and stomping on him.
The entire time, the crowd is chanting, "Vités! Vités! Vités!".
Vités catches Heladas' foot, but the demon jumps and drops his knee on the former's face.
Shamoon: That's got to hurt.
Dominga: Ya think?
Heladas 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.
The Demon clasps his hands over Vités' face once again and pulls his head back with his weight. He screams, again, and lets go, the inside of his pants burnt, exposing skin.
A.B.: Submissions are clearly out of the question. El Demonio's second most effective offensive weapon is his speed and he's outclassed in that department.
Vités is up, cracking his neck and telling the Demon to bring it on. Infuriated by such arrogance Heladas charges at him. Vités counters a punch with an arm drag.
Heladas 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.
Heladas collapses face down to the mat, but kicks out of a pin attempt just before three.
The speedster lays into the demon with punches to the face, his right hand a blur of black and orange. Heladas 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.
El Demonio rolls out of the ring, hitting the sand and spitting out teeth and blood.
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
Heladas picks up Vités and tosses him back in the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckle.
A.B.: No way? SHOOTING STAR! Picture-perfect rotation.
Dominga: Finito!
The sound of boos, jeers and hisses echoes throughout the arena as the ref counts the 3.
David Bekker: Here is your winner, and now He Who Wields Thunder, EL DEMONIO DE LAS HELADAS!
Heladas 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 the Isles of Volmun sit on and around the equator.
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. Th-the M-Madh-h-house t-t-takes Thunder.
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The Madhouse draws first blood. 1-0. A huge statement for Nalah Shabani. The Thunderweight Championship is defined as a prize for those who can adapt. Heladas adapted, using a move we haven't seen from him in years. Brilliant! #PSWAscension
@DomingaAlvarezFanClub (Unverified) @DomingaAlvarez was 100% right. All style, no substance. You don't get paid for backflips, you get paid for titles. The young 'un got taught a lesson. #MadhouseTakeover
@TheRookeWriter The story of the STF spot is massive. Vités's fire literally making Heladas drop the submission. Where the hell did PSW find this guy?
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STAT BREAKDOWN: Danys Vités was in control of 72% of the match, but El Demonio de la Heladas executed 2 high-impact moves seconds. Experience, patience and stamina >>> #PSWAscension
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