Post by The Commissioner on May 31, 2020 15:48:16 GMT -5
The Alberta Wrestling Federation made its pay-per-view debut last Saturday to a raucous Calgarian crowd at the McMahon Stadium, where the Provincial Championship tournament got underway. Most importantly, AWF crowned its first World's Champion when Priscilla Kelly managed her way over Max Ironside - but not before chaos had ensued to cause its change to a two out of three falls contest mid-bout. Check out the exclusive footage below!
The slow fade back into the arena is to an immediate scene for all the newspapers: just to the right of the French announce booth ringside, a draped podium hiding something underneath with Bret Hart and Booker T smiling in tuxedos on either side. From there, a dramatic crossfade to a smiling Mark Beverly in the ring.
Mark Beverly:The following contest, set for one fall, is to crown the inaugural Alberta Wrestling Federation World’s Champion!
Crossfade back to ringside where Bret Hart now has a grasp of the draping and pulls it free to reveal: a gorgeous wrestling world champion of gold centerface, the AWF logo inlaid strategically but subtly, with a round plate of lapis lazuli and gilded linings showcasing the world from the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, a much more obvious ‘CHAMPION’ wrapping along the bottom of the circle, and the sideplates beautiful gold maple leaves. Both Bret and Booker look proud as the crowd hoops and hollers at finally the championship being on display and shake hands for the photograph that is snapped as we transition to a view of the stage.
The hoops and hollers are even louder as Rayna leads her husband Max Ironside out into the McMahon Stadium for all the world to see. Tears have seem to have already flowed from the young woman’s eyes tonight, but considering her trillion dollar grin, they were likely tears of pride of joy. Such a delighted look from his wife causes Ironside to smile himself before warmingly taking her hand and raising their arms together on the stage.
A cut shows Bret Hart and Booker T on their feet, both clapping along with enthusiastic smirks. A cut back shows Rayna having let Max Ironside take the lead, clapping hands with a few final fans before climbing the steel steps and entering the ring. In that moment, it seems something comes over him as he has to blink a few times, gander around the arena, and take a nice tug at his entrance vest, taking the moment in.
Realizing his company, he rolls out of the ring to shake hands with both men, Rayna having said her hello’s already. Before he can return to the ring and anymore taunting could be thought to be done, the interruption.
Priscilla Kelly doesn’t wait for any particular music cue, entering the arena in a leather jacket. The crowd has a mixed response, in truth, but the negative response is undoubtedly the more prevalent reaction. Towards jeering fans on the left side of the stage, she walks over and grabs at her crotch. Walking back to the center of the ring, she smiles toward Max Ironside who has returned to the ring. Clearly, he sees what’s off when the camera cuts to his expression. Do you?
Lance Storm: Say, where’s Prince Albert?
Priscilla’s smile never goes away as she turns around to look at the Gorilla position: nothing. Turn back the opposite way, the shit-eating look still there, with a skinny middle finger to all four people down the way, making sure they all realize it’s for them.
Lance Storm: Conspicuous by his absence, indeed.
The cut to the front office shows a less enthusiastic response than before, the previously clapping Booker T having stopped once seeing her gesture. A cut back shows Priscilla in her deliberately obnoxious walk to the ring, seemingly slowing with each step. Eventually she reaches the ring, letting her entrance music play on and on while she bops along with, entering the bottom rope with an arrogant shoulder shimmy that very smoothly leads to her spitting a Prince Albert-like-lugey into Ironside’s face. Rayna screams from outside the ring only to get a sharp look.
Priscilla Kelly: Bitch, I’ll kill you.
Max Ironside decides cooler heads prevail, only removing his vest to use as a towel to remove the spit from his face.
Mark Beverly: Introducing first, from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing one hundred fifty five pounds - the Handicapped Hero: MAAAAX! IRON! SIIIIIIIIIIIDE!
The crowd pops again, but he only throws his vest, lowers his head and glares a look that could kill through Priscilla’s very fiber.
Mark Beverly: And from Moon Creek, Georgia, weighing one hundred fourteen pounds, this is Hell’s Favorite Harlot: PRISCILLA! KELLY!
She smiles right back at toward his glare prior to starting to remove her leather jacket and walk it to ringside.
Lance Storm: Wait a minute stop this, are you telling me she’s wrestling for herself? In this match of all of them?
Christian Cage: Yeah. Yeah she is, Storm! What, do you doubt her? You don’t think she can be World’s Champion on her own?
Lance Storm: It’s not that, it’s just that...
Before she can get back from between the ropes…
Ding!
… Ironside has charged her in the corner with a kick to the jaw that dazed her and left her prone for his clubbing blows to the back. Senior official Don Quintillis is pulling Ironside back with surprising strength of his own.
Lance Storm: Surprising start by Ironside, she’s gone a step or two too far and he’s right back after her in the corner.
Christian Cage: I can’t stand this twerp but I can’t deny I like this aggression. That’s what the championship is all about!
The referee has pushed Ironside back again but this time Kelly is waiting for a return, charging for a spear that Ironside reads and turns into a sunset flip of his own -- both feet pin each shoulder down!
Don Quintillis: ONE!..............
KICKOUT
Priscilla’s pushed up and sat on his face (doubt that’s the first time she’s been in that trouble), sticking a tongue toward Rayna just in her line of site!
Don Quintillis: ONE!...........
KICKOUT
Ironside manages to roll back into his original pin attempt!
Don Quintills: O---
She rolls with the same thought!
Don Quintills: ONE!.......
KICKOUT
Both are back up and immediately think collar-and-elbow, Priscilla quickly snapping into a headlock, the grip caught by Ironside who pushes it up and over his head and then her to her back - finally at a size advantage in a contest. She’s to her feet face after the roll back but he meets her return with a shotgun drop that bobbles her back up right into his springboard back elbow! Another pinfall attempt!
Don Quintillis: ONE!........
T-- KICKOUT
Priscilla is impressively already pulling herself back up but Ironside helps her finish the process, using the ropes to help with his whip. On the return, he pulls out a tilt-a-whirl, faking a hurricanrana on the second-to-last rotation before faking a DDT then turning it into a snapping neckbreaker! Right into a leg hook!
Don Quintillis: ONE!.............
TWO!..........
KICKOUT
The get up is not so quick this time, so Ironside decides it might be time to go for broke.
Christian Cage: This isn’t smart so soon, Storm, he should’ve rethought.
Christian proves wise, as Kelly uses the referee as a standing post before ‘slipping’ and pushing him into the ropes, causing Max to land terribly brutally across the poorly covered steel bar connecting the post to the turnbuckle.
Christian Cage: I just know he’s nauseous right now.
Laying over the top rope perhaps to alleviate pressure, he still sees Kelly in his peripheral and blocks the right hand she throws. Unfortunate for him, she still connects with a left, comes back with her the fresh free right, then uses the second rope to help drive her knee into his nose, sending his body flying back and nearly off the roost. She catches his head in a sway and tucks it under her arm before pulling him.
Christian Cage: I said it, and no he’s about to get spiked on his head!
Either an obvious student of the game, a very astute viewer of the brand she wrestles for, or both, Priscilla stops in thought before adjusting her grip to double-underhook before drawing him even further from the ropes with his feet stuck -- HANGING DOUBLE-UNDERHOOK! Ironside’s body goes still! Rayna seems already worried as she watches the pushover for the cover.
Don Quintillis: ONE!..........
TWO!...........
KICKOUT
She plants a kick to the side of the head before bringing him to rise again. She double-underhook grips again, but this time she smartly uses the velocity of her knees to commit to a snap suplex with the grip. Another cover.
Don Quintillis: ONE!..........
TWO!........
KICKOUT
When he pops up, she quickly takes hold of his head in a headscissor and locks perfectly around the neck. Wrenching, he can’t do much but squirm to try to think of a way out while the referee questions his continuation and his wife suffers taunts. The camera cuts to show Bret Hart and Booker T, two men who have been in the thick of this sort of environment time and time before, not as worried but still watching on closely from seats they have taken.
A cut back shows Ironside attempting to get air by pushing his palm between Priscilla’s thigh and her neck but she only squeezes harder, ruining any shot. Rayna can’t be seen but can be heard when she starts banging on the apron in support. His legs begin kicking and before long we see form - kip… no Priscilla tightens the grip one more time and the legs go stiff.
Christian Cage: Being in this hold for nearly two minutes, Ironside’s got to get out now or his tournament dreams are over!
The legs going again, Kelly can’t stop him when he cocks back with everything and kips out, breaking the hold! Soon as his soles land, however, he’s stumbling dazed toward the ropes and she comes with a schoolboy from behind!
Don Quintills: ONE!................
TWO!..........
KICKOUT
The roll from the leg push out helps Max get right to his feet but a swift sidekick to the side of the face stumbles him back against the second rope, which he uses as rebound into a shoulder block into her gut. He bounces back from the second rope and does it again before turning to -- get caught by the hair and dragged down neck first by Priscilla Kelly! She takes part of what was going to be his next idea, jumping over the top rope before jumping back over and down with a beautiful elbow drop into the pinfall!
Don Quintillis: ONE!..............
TWO!......
KICKOUT
Ironside pops out right into her side headlock, which she gets just the right angle to set him back into a submission, wearing the man down further. This time, Rayna can be seen in her cheers which riles him quicker. Kelly buries her shoulder into the hold to slow the blood flow and his eyes glaze for seconds before his legs suddenly swing around and take him to a single knee. He feins an elbow drop before instead hooking his arm under Kelly’s knee, exploding up in a hop, and taking the full brunt of an escaping back suplex along with her! He can’t make the cover, but he’s stirring and rolling slowly toward the ropes.
A cut shows Booker T watching with wider eyes, before the handler moves to show an interesting shot behind him and Bret. On their side is where Ironside rolls underneath the bottom rope and rising on the outside. A cut back inside is perfect for the next move: a springboard back into the ring on a groggy, standing Priscilla, turning it into a reverse DDT along the way! He grabs at her quickly for another cover!
Don Quintillis: ONE!........
TWO!..........
KICKOUT
Lance Storm: Ironside’s backing up now. He’s taking a second, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off of Priscilla. Look at the way he’s stalking, those hands on his knees, poised and ready to go.
Kelly must not sense it, because she fights it off too late when she’s back down after having just got up, Max Ironside hooking her arm between his and pulling at her face!
Lance Storm: The Crippled Crossface!
Screams probably only Prince Albert had heard previously and frantic arm and leg movements are all that she can muster in the midst of his trap in the center of the ring.
Lance Storm: It’s been thirty seconds and the only other time we’ve seen him apply this, Athena had to tap at the fifty second mark!
Her hand begins to rise at forty seconds, Don Quintillis getting in close. Cut to Booker T and Bret Hart who have risen to their feet.
Forty two seconds, the hand is swaying around. Cut to Rayna who is pounding on the mat, yelling for Priscilla to do the same.
Forty four seconds in and there has been no movement from the center of the ring aside from Priscilla’s palm getting closer and closer to the apron - is this it?!
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Fifty seconds and the hand goes down.
In order to pull and push Priscilla in a flurry from nowhere toward the ropes, Max Ironside now having to turn about his body and twist about the ring for the hold to stay in! He keeps her from the ropes but she keeps pulling and tugging, the crowd cheering Max’s name! All the sudden, she grabs the man by the waist and pulls him down in a roll up the hold still locked!
Don Quintillis: ONE!................
TWO!..........
THREE
--KICKOUT AT THE LAST SECOND
Right back into the crossface! The hold is wrenched harder and it’s been at least a minute forty five seconds since the hold first dropped in!
Lance Storm: Her hand is swaying again!
Lance Storm: Will this be it?!
Lance Storm: She’s got the tights again, another one of the those roll-ups!
Don Quintillis: ONE!.......................
TWO!..........
THR--KICKOUT!
Back into the hold! But this time, her leg is close enough to the rope and her knee wraps around it! Ironside won’t break as the crowd’s energy is drained immediately, disappointed faces sitting down. A cut to ringside shows this doesn’t only include crowd participants.
Don Quintillis: FOUR!
Ironside breaks the hold, exhausted but like a determined wolverine begins to scale the ropes.
Christian Cage: Kelly’s pulling at the referee, just like last time!
Ironside won’t be fooled twice, noticing what’s occurring and decides and send for his missile dropkick early! Poor Don Quintillis, who Priscilla still uses as a pawn in her fake stumbles, pulling the kick right into the referee’s face!
Christian Cage: Another ref bump!
Max begins to check on the referee but then thinks the better of it. Too late for a second guess, because the Harlot is a step head with the kick to the groin! He bowls over, right into her arms, and she hooks up a jumping fisherman suplex! With no conscious referee to count, she doesn’t hold it, instead accepting the fall herself and staying as she lays.
A cut shows Bret Hart shaking his head while Booker T has gone over to check on the referee from afar. In the far right corner a burgeoning figure can be seen running.
Christian Cage: Who in the hell is… It’s… It’s gotta Albert!
Lucky that Bret hears the fan commotion behind him as well as the heavy running steps, otherwise there’s doubts Prince Albert wouldn’t have made a pancake of AWF’s owner, coming in from the broken barricade corner at a top sprint. Booker notices things at the same time, and both men clear the area as she storms in like an angry rhino.
Horrified, Rayna screams, Ironside too dazed in his attempts to pull himself back up to hear her warnings. He turns to get caught in the side of the face with a bicycle kick that makes his body flop around like a fish out of water! Priscilla pulls herself into the corner to watch from a seated position as the Prince pulls Ironside up over his into a military press, and back down the Michinoku driver! Kelly crawls over sensually on all fours, Ironside’s unconscious arrogant as Prince Albert picks up Quintillis with ease by his shirt and belt, drops him into perfect position, and clears the ring.
Quintillis’ eyes rise as Booker and the security that has arrived begin trying to get Albert out of the arena.
Don Quintillis: ONE!.............
TWO!................
THREE!
DING DING DING
Priscilla rises to her feet in joy we’ve never seen before, jumping up and down like a giddy little girl. Prince Albert can be heard laughing from afar, but when we cut to him, he’s being pushed up the ramp by the dozen guards.
Mark Beverly: The win--
Cut to ringside, with Bret Hart ripping the microphone out of Mark Beverly’s hand, fuming. He looks right up at Priscilla with a finger.
Bret Hart
No! No, there’s no goddamn way!
Priscilla looks back and mouths quite clearly: “Yes way, honey.”
Bret Hart
No, dammit! This may be McMahon Stadium, but I sure as hell not Vince! There’s no way the Alberta Wrestling Federation is starting out its championship history with something like that! No, I’ll give you that, you wanna talk about a game?! Play this one: two out of three falls. No managers, no interference from here on out or nobody gets the damn belt! Ring the bell -- actually, this match never ended!
Priscilla looks incredulously over at Bret, but not for long, as Ironside has managed to get back up in the time elapsed, grab hold of her in a chicken wing into the air, pull her centerstage, and drop her between his legs with the release facebuster! Where that came from, we’ll never know, as Ironside can’t even capitalize, and only flop back to his back, exhausted.
Christian Cage: This shouldn’t even be happening! What the hell is this, Bret?! Do you KNOW what Howell Saxon’s gonna say now?!
Referee Wilford Daniels was amongst the security and rolls into the ring to take over, where it looks as if neither competitor is getting up. Booker T can be seen in the hard camera escorting Rayna away from the ring, as she can’t be here for the rest of this either.
Wilford Daniels: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Ironside’s head comes up and he swings his arm around to force his body to his stomach.
Wilford Daniels: FOUR!
FIVE!
Ironside has crawled near to the ropes, with Priscilla Kelly finally rolling away and toward a set herself.
Wilford Daniels: SIX!
SEVEN!
Ironside is nearly up, one knee left to go. Priscilla has gotten herself up quicker, stunned but not having just felt Prince Albert’s wrath.
Wilford Daniels: EIGHT!
Ironside is to his feet finally and uses a slight jog to meet Priscilla in the middle of the ring with a right that stops her in her tracks. A headbutt to her dome both dazes him for the moment and sends her back toward the ropes. Another right is attempted, but the headbutt causes the swing to be off and for him to lay right in the way of Kelly’s swinging left, staggering him back toward the middle of the ring. Priscilla Kelly is off with a springboard clothesline -- HE CAUGHT HER ARM!
HE CAUGHT HER ARM!
HE’S GRABBING IT!
TUCKING IT BETWEEN HIS LEGS!
Christian Cage: He managed the Crippled Crossface again!
In the center of the ring, thirty seconds pass but there’s no sign of a potential roll-up. It appears as though this is it, as her hand rises seemingly to fall.
And it does.
IN SUBMISSION! She taps!
Mark Beverly: Max Ironside has scored a fall! It is now 1-1; next fall to the finish!
Ironside separates immediately and composes himself in the turnbuckle, the crowd chanting his first name faithfully. He taps at his knee, signalling for the Han-decapitation, stalking like did earlier with the first crossface.
Wilford Daniels helps her rise and Ironside sprints towards her with a clothesline that’s ducked -- she gets her feet around his shoulders in sunset flip pin form!
Wilford Daniels: ONE!.................
TWO!.............
HIS ANKLES IN HER FACE
The both roll out, in a flurry for the next fall and he tilt-a-whirl confuses her again -- into the crucifix pin!
Wilford Daniels: ONE!.............
TWO!........
KICKOUT!
They boost back up and Ironside is trying to tilt-a-whirl again -- but as he tries for a DDT this time, she seems to predict correctly, drops her knees, and swings around, bringing him down into a schoolboy! She notices the ref’s position so decides to add a handful of tights and two feet on the ropes!
Wilford Daniels: ONE!...............
TWO!.........
THREE!
DING DING DING
Her music starts, but Calgary stops: in a heartbeat. She rolls out of the ring under the rope set she used to her advantage to drop on her ass on the outside, ironically on the side with the championship and her superiors. Processing what happened, a hysterical laugh comes across her as she first darts a look at the championship, then at Bret and Booker.
Mark Beverly: The winner of this match, and FIRST Alberta Wrestling Federation World’s Champion: PRISCILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA! KELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY!
On the drawn out name, she begins to rise to her feet while Bret looks away, combing his hands through his hair in the same sort of disbelief we saw in the Montreal in ‘97. Booker attempts to console him as Priscilla blows a kiss and another middle finger towards the pair, walking toward what has just officially become her trophy. With care, she takes the championship in hand and holds it carefully, interrupted only by Prince Albert who surprises her with a run and hold up in the air.
Bret Hart pats Booker on the back and begins to just walk away from the situation, the ring, up the ramp, and out of the arena. Inside the ring, Priscilla Kelly is on Prince Albert’s shoulders in electric chair position, parading her around to show off the belt and get as many videos and photographs the crowd may want. Exactly the sight Bret dreamt to never see.
A cut to Booker T, who has remained ringside, playing the good sport with an ingenuine round of applause. Priscilla notices him and flips him off, stopping the clapping.
Cut to the zoomed in hard camera for the last shot of the night: Priscilla Kelly from the belly up, the title over her shoulder; a kiss to the gold, then a kiss to the camera. Fade to black.
Priscilla Kelly d. Max Ironside in 28:52
The slow fade back into the arena is to an immediate scene for all the newspapers: just to the right of the French announce booth ringside, a draped podium hiding something underneath with Bret Hart and Booker T smiling in tuxedos on either side. From there, a dramatic crossfade to a smiling Mark Beverly in the ring.
Mark Beverly:The following contest, set for one fall, is to crown the inaugural Alberta Wrestling Federation World’s Champion!
Crossfade back to ringside where Bret Hart now has a grasp of the draping and pulls it free to reveal: a gorgeous wrestling world champion of gold centerface, the AWF logo inlaid strategically but subtly, with a round plate of lapis lazuli and gilded linings showcasing the world from the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, a much more obvious ‘CHAMPION’ wrapping along the bottom of the circle, and the sideplates beautiful gold maple leaves. Both Bret and Booker look proud as the crowd hoops and hollers at finally the championship being on display and shake hands for the photograph that is snapped as we transition to a view of the stage.
The hoops and hollers are even louder as Rayna leads her husband Max Ironside out into the McMahon Stadium for all the world to see. Tears have seem to have already flowed from the young woman’s eyes tonight, but considering her trillion dollar grin, they were likely tears of pride of joy. Such a delighted look from his wife causes Ironside to smile himself before warmingly taking her hand and raising their arms together on the stage.
A cut shows Bret Hart and Booker T on their feet, both clapping along with enthusiastic smirks. A cut back shows Rayna having let Max Ironside take the lead, clapping hands with a few final fans before climbing the steel steps and entering the ring. In that moment, it seems something comes over him as he has to blink a few times, gander around the arena, and take a nice tug at his entrance vest, taking the moment in.
Realizing his company, he rolls out of the ring to shake hands with both men, Rayna having said her hello’s already. Before he can return to the ring and anymore taunting could be thought to be done, the interruption.
Priscilla Kelly doesn’t wait for any particular music cue, entering the arena in a leather jacket. The crowd has a mixed response, in truth, but the negative response is undoubtedly the more prevalent reaction. Towards jeering fans on the left side of the stage, she walks over and grabs at her crotch. Walking back to the center of the ring, she smiles toward Max Ironside who has returned to the ring. Clearly, he sees what’s off when the camera cuts to his expression. Do you?
Lance Storm: Say, where’s Prince Albert?
Priscilla’s smile never goes away as she turns around to look at the Gorilla position: nothing. Turn back the opposite way, the shit-eating look still there, with a skinny middle finger to all four people down the way, making sure they all realize it’s for them.
Lance Storm: Conspicuous by his absence, indeed.
The cut to the front office shows a less enthusiastic response than before, the previously clapping Booker T having stopped once seeing her gesture. A cut back shows Priscilla in her deliberately obnoxious walk to the ring, seemingly slowing with each step. Eventually she reaches the ring, letting her entrance music play on and on while she bops along with, entering the bottom rope with an arrogant shoulder shimmy that very smoothly leads to her spitting a Prince Albert-like-lugey into Ironside’s face. Rayna screams from outside the ring only to get a sharp look.
Priscilla Kelly: Bitch, I’ll kill you.
Max Ironside decides cooler heads prevail, only removing his vest to use as a towel to remove the spit from his face.
Mark Beverly: Introducing first, from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing one hundred fifty five pounds - the Handicapped Hero: MAAAAX! IRON! SIIIIIIIIIIIDE!
The crowd pops again, but he only throws his vest, lowers his head and glares a look that could kill through Priscilla’s very fiber.
Mark Beverly: And from Moon Creek, Georgia, weighing one hundred fourteen pounds, this is Hell’s Favorite Harlot: PRISCILLA! KELLY!
She smiles right back at toward his glare prior to starting to remove her leather jacket and walk it to ringside.
Lance Storm: Wait a minute stop this, are you telling me she’s wrestling for herself? In this match of all of them?
Christian Cage: Yeah. Yeah she is, Storm! What, do you doubt her? You don’t think she can be World’s Champion on her own?
Lance Storm: It’s not that, it’s just that...
Before she can get back from between the ropes…
Ding!
… Ironside has charged her in the corner with a kick to the jaw that dazed her and left her prone for his clubbing blows to the back. Senior official Don Quintillis is pulling Ironside back with surprising strength of his own.
Lance Storm: Surprising start by Ironside, she’s gone a step or two too far and he’s right back after her in the corner.
Christian Cage: I can’t stand this twerp but I can’t deny I like this aggression. That’s what the championship is all about!
The referee has pushed Ironside back again but this time Kelly is waiting for a return, charging for a spear that Ironside reads and turns into a sunset flip of his own -- both feet pin each shoulder down!
Don Quintillis: ONE!..............
KICKOUT
Priscilla’s pushed up and sat on his face (doubt that’s the first time she’s been in that trouble), sticking a tongue toward Rayna just in her line of site!
Don Quintillis: ONE!...........
KICKOUT
Ironside manages to roll back into his original pin attempt!
Don Quintills: O---
She rolls with the same thought!
Don Quintills: ONE!.......
KICKOUT
Both are back up and immediately think collar-and-elbow, Priscilla quickly snapping into a headlock, the grip caught by Ironside who pushes it up and over his head and then her to her back - finally at a size advantage in a contest. She’s to her feet face after the roll back but he meets her return with a shotgun drop that bobbles her back up right into his springboard back elbow! Another pinfall attempt!
Don Quintillis: ONE!........
T-- KICKOUT
Priscilla is impressively already pulling herself back up but Ironside helps her finish the process, using the ropes to help with his whip. On the return, he pulls out a tilt-a-whirl, faking a hurricanrana on the second-to-last rotation before faking a DDT then turning it into a snapping neckbreaker! Right into a leg hook!
Don Quintillis: ONE!.............
TWO!..........
KICKOUT
The get up is not so quick this time, so Ironside decides it might be time to go for broke.
Christian Cage: This isn’t smart so soon, Storm, he should’ve rethought.
Christian proves wise, as Kelly uses the referee as a standing post before ‘slipping’ and pushing him into the ropes, causing Max to land terribly brutally across the poorly covered steel bar connecting the post to the turnbuckle.
Christian Cage: I just know he’s nauseous right now.
Laying over the top rope perhaps to alleviate pressure, he still sees Kelly in his peripheral and blocks the right hand she throws. Unfortunate for him, she still connects with a left, comes back with her the fresh free right, then uses the second rope to help drive her knee into his nose, sending his body flying back and nearly off the roost. She catches his head in a sway and tucks it under her arm before pulling him.
Christian Cage: I said it, and no he’s about to get spiked on his head!
Either an obvious student of the game, a very astute viewer of the brand she wrestles for, or both, Priscilla stops in thought before adjusting her grip to double-underhook before drawing him even further from the ropes with his feet stuck -- HANGING DOUBLE-UNDERHOOK! Ironside’s body goes still! Rayna seems already worried as she watches the pushover for the cover.
Don Quintillis: ONE!..........
TWO!...........
KICKOUT
She plants a kick to the side of the head before bringing him to rise again. She double-underhook grips again, but this time she smartly uses the velocity of her knees to commit to a snap suplex with the grip. Another cover.
Don Quintillis: ONE!..........
TWO!........
KICKOUT
When he pops up, she quickly takes hold of his head in a headscissor and locks perfectly around the neck. Wrenching, he can’t do much but squirm to try to think of a way out while the referee questions his continuation and his wife suffers taunts. The camera cuts to show Bret Hart and Booker T, two men who have been in the thick of this sort of environment time and time before, not as worried but still watching on closely from seats they have taken.
A cut back shows Ironside attempting to get air by pushing his palm between Priscilla’s thigh and her neck but she only squeezes harder, ruining any shot. Rayna can’t be seen but can be heard when she starts banging on the apron in support. His legs begin kicking and before long we see form - kip… no Priscilla tightens the grip one more time and the legs go stiff.
Christian Cage: Being in this hold for nearly two minutes, Ironside’s got to get out now or his tournament dreams are over!
The legs going again, Kelly can’t stop him when he cocks back with everything and kips out, breaking the hold! Soon as his soles land, however, he’s stumbling dazed toward the ropes and she comes with a schoolboy from behind!
Don Quintills: ONE!................
TWO!..........
KICKOUT
The roll from the leg push out helps Max get right to his feet but a swift sidekick to the side of the face stumbles him back against the second rope, which he uses as rebound into a shoulder block into her gut. He bounces back from the second rope and does it again before turning to -- get caught by the hair and dragged down neck first by Priscilla Kelly! She takes part of what was going to be his next idea, jumping over the top rope before jumping back over and down with a beautiful elbow drop into the pinfall!
Don Quintillis: ONE!..............
TWO!......
KICKOUT
Ironside pops out right into her side headlock, which she gets just the right angle to set him back into a submission, wearing the man down further. This time, Rayna can be seen in her cheers which riles him quicker. Kelly buries her shoulder into the hold to slow the blood flow and his eyes glaze for seconds before his legs suddenly swing around and take him to a single knee. He feins an elbow drop before instead hooking his arm under Kelly’s knee, exploding up in a hop, and taking the full brunt of an escaping back suplex along with her! He can’t make the cover, but he’s stirring and rolling slowly toward the ropes.
A cut shows Booker T watching with wider eyes, before the handler moves to show an interesting shot behind him and Bret. On their side is where Ironside rolls underneath the bottom rope and rising on the outside. A cut back inside is perfect for the next move: a springboard back into the ring on a groggy, standing Priscilla, turning it into a reverse DDT along the way! He grabs at her quickly for another cover!
Don Quintillis: ONE!........
TWO!..........
KICKOUT
Lance Storm: Ironside’s backing up now. He’s taking a second, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off of Priscilla. Look at the way he’s stalking, those hands on his knees, poised and ready to go.
Kelly must not sense it, because she fights it off too late when she’s back down after having just got up, Max Ironside hooking her arm between his and pulling at her face!
Lance Storm: The Crippled Crossface!
Screams probably only Prince Albert had heard previously and frantic arm and leg movements are all that she can muster in the midst of his trap in the center of the ring.
Lance Storm: It’s been thirty seconds and the only other time we’ve seen him apply this, Athena had to tap at the fifty second mark!
Her hand begins to rise at forty seconds, Don Quintillis getting in close. Cut to Booker T and Bret Hart who have risen to their feet.
Forty two seconds, the hand is swaying around. Cut to Rayna who is pounding on the mat, yelling for Priscilla to do the same.
Forty four seconds in and there has been no movement from the center of the ring aside from Priscilla’s palm getting closer and closer to the apron - is this it?!
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Fifty seconds and the hand goes down.
In order to pull and push Priscilla in a flurry from nowhere toward the ropes, Max Ironside now having to turn about his body and twist about the ring for the hold to stay in! He keeps her from the ropes but she keeps pulling and tugging, the crowd cheering Max’s name! All the sudden, she grabs the man by the waist and pulls him down in a roll up the hold still locked!
Don Quintillis: ONE!................
TWO!..........
THREE
--KICKOUT AT THE LAST SECOND
Right back into the crossface! The hold is wrenched harder and it’s been at least a minute forty five seconds since the hold first dropped in!
Lance Storm: Her hand is swaying again!
Lance Storm: Will this be it?!
Lance Storm: She’s got the tights again, another one of the those roll-ups!
Don Quintillis: ONE!.......................
TWO!..........
THR--KICKOUT!
Back into the hold! But this time, her leg is close enough to the rope and her knee wraps around it! Ironside won’t break as the crowd’s energy is drained immediately, disappointed faces sitting down. A cut to ringside shows this doesn’t only include crowd participants.
Don Quintillis: FOUR!
Ironside breaks the hold, exhausted but like a determined wolverine begins to scale the ropes.
Christian Cage: Kelly’s pulling at the referee, just like last time!
Ironside won’t be fooled twice, noticing what’s occurring and decides and send for his missile dropkick early! Poor Don Quintillis, who Priscilla still uses as a pawn in her fake stumbles, pulling the kick right into the referee’s face!
Christian Cage: Another ref bump!
Max begins to check on the referee but then thinks the better of it. Too late for a second guess, because the Harlot is a step head with the kick to the groin! He bowls over, right into her arms, and she hooks up a jumping fisherman suplex! With no conscious referee to count, she doesn’t hold it, instead accepting the fall herself and staying as she lays.
A cut shows Bret Hart shaking his head while Booker T has gone over to check on the referee from afar. In the far right corner a burgeoning figure can be seen running.
Christian Cage: Who in the hell is… It’s… It’s gotta Albert!
Lucky that Bret hears the fan commotion behind him as well as the heavy running steps, otherwise there’s doubts Prince Albert wouldn’t have made a pancake of AWF’s owner, coming in from the broken barricade corner at a top sprint. Booker notices things at the same time, and both men clear the area as she storms in like an angry rhino.
Horrified, Rayna screams, Ironside too dazed in his attempts to pull himself back up to hear her warnings. He turns to get caught in the side of the face with a bicycle kick that makes his body flop around like a fish out of water! Priscilla pulls herself into the corner to watch from a seated position as the Prince pulls Ironside up over his into a military press, and back down the Michinoku driver! Kelly crawls over sensually on all fours, Ironside’s unconscious arrogant as Prince Albert picks up Quintillis with ease by his shirt and belt, drops him into perfect position, and clears the ring.
Quintillis’ eyes rise as Booker and the security that has arrived begin trying to get Albert out of the arena.
Don Quintillis: ONE!.............
TWO!................
THREE!
DING DING DING
Priscilla rises to her feet in joy we’ve never seen before, jumping up and down like a giddy little girl. Prince Albert can be heard laughing from afar, but when we cut to him, he’s being pushed up the ramp by the dozen guards.
Mark Beverly: The win--
Cut to ringside, with Bret Hart ripping the microphone out of Mark Beverly’s hand, fuming. He looks right up at Priscilla with a finger.
Bret Hart
No! No, there’s no goddamn way!
Priscilla looks back and mouths quite clearly: “Yes way, honey.”
Bret Hart
No, dammit! This may be McMahon Stadium, but I sure as hell not Vince! There’s no way the Alberta Wrestling Federation is starting out its championship history with something like that! No, I’ll give you that, you wanna talk about a game?! Play this one: two out of three falls. No managers, no interference from here on out or nobody gets the damn belt! Ring the bell -- actually, this match never ended!
Priscilla looks incredulously over at Bret, but not for long, as Ironside has managed to get back up in the time elapsed, grab hold of her in a chicken wing into the air, pull her centerstage, and drop her between his legs with the release facebuster! Where that came from, we’ll never know, as Ironside can’t even capitalize, and only flop back to his back, exhausted.
Christian Cage: This shouldn’t even be happening! What the hell is this, Bret?! Do you KNOW what Howell Saxon’s gonna say now?!
Referee Wilford Daniels was amongst the security and rolls into the ring to take over, where it looks as if neither competitor is getting up. Booker T can be seen in the hard camera escorting Rayna away from the ring, as she can’t be here for the rest of this either.
Wilford Daniels: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Ironside’s head comes up and he swings his arm around to force his body to his stomach.
Wilford Daniels: FOUR!
FIVE!
Ironside has crawled near to the ropes, with Priscilla Kelly finally rolling away and toward a set herself.
Wilford Daniels: SIX!
SEVEN!
Ironside is nearly up, one knee left to go. Priscilla has gotten herself up quicker, stunned but not having just felt Prince Albert’s wrath.
Wilford Daniels: EIGHT!
Ironside is to his feet finally and uses a slight jog to meet Priscilla in the middle of the ring with a right that stops her in her tracks. A headbutt to her dome both dazes him for the moment and sends her back toward the ropes. Another right is attempted, but the headbutt causes the swing to be off and for him to lay right in the way of Kelly’s swinging left, staggering him back toward the middle of the ring. Priscilla Kelly is off with a springboard clothesline -- HE CAUGHT HER ARM!
HE CAUGHT HER ARM!
HE’S GRABBING IT!
TUCKING IT BETWEEN HIS LEGS!
Christian Cage: He managed the Crippled Crossface again!
In the center of the ring, thirty seconds pass but there’s no sign of a potential roll-up. It appears as though this is it, as her hand rises seemingly to fall.
And it does.
IN SUBMISSION! She taps!
Mark Beverly: Max Ironside has scored a fall! It is now 1-1; next fall to the finish!
Ironside separates immediately and composes himself in the turnbuckle, the crowd chanting his first name faithfully. He taps at his knee, signalling for the Han-decapitation, stalking like did earlier with the first crossface.
Wilford Daniels helps her rise and Ironside sprints towards her with a clothesline that’s ducked -- she gets her feet around his shoulders in sunset flip pin form!
Wilford Daniels: ONE!.................
TWO!.............
HIS ANKLES IN HER FACE
The both roll out, in a flurry for the next fall and he tilt-a-whirl confuses her again -- into the crucifix pin!
Wilford Daniels: ONE!.............
TWO!........
KICKOUT!
They boost back up and Ironside is trying to tilt-a-whirl again -- but as he tries for a DDT this time, she seems to predict correctly, drops her knees, and swings around, bringing him down into a schoolboy! She notices the ref’s position so decides to add a handful of tights and two feet on the ropes!
Wilford Daniels: ONE!...............
TWO!.........
THREE!
DING DING DING
Her music starts, but Calgary stops: in a heartbeat. She rolls out of the ring under the rope set she used to her advantage to drop on her ass on the outside, ironically on the side with the championship and her superiors. Processing what happened, a hysterical laugh comes across her as she first darts a look at the championship, then at Bret and Booker.
Mark Beverly: The winner of this match, and FIRST Alberta Wrestling Federation World’s Champion: PRISCILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA! KELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY!
On the drawn out name, she begins to rise to her feet while Bret looks away, combing his hands through his hair in the same sort of disbelief we saw in the Montreal in ‘97. Booker attempts to console him as Priscilla blows a kiss and another middle finger towards the pair, walking toward what has just officially become her trophy. With care, she takes the championship in hand and holds it carefully, interrupted only by Prince Albert who surprises her with a run and hold up in the air.
Bret Hart pats Booker on the back and begins to just walk away from the situation, the ring, up the ramp, and out of the arena. Inside the ring, Priscilla Kelly is on Prince Albert’s shoulders in electric chair position, parading her around to show off the belt and get as many videos and photographs the crowd may want. Exactly the sight Bret dreamt to never see.
A cut to Booker T, who has remained ringside, playing the good sport with an ingenuine round of applause. Priscilla notices him and flips him off, stopping the clapping.
Cut to the zoomed in hard camera for the last shot of the night: Priscilla Kelly from the belly up, the title over her shoulder; a kiss to the gold, then a kiss to the camera. Fade to black.
Priscilla Kelly d. Max Ironside in 28:52