AN: I need suggestions for some moves (not finishers)
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The Road Warriors had only just come together two weeks ago.
Just two weeks.
And yet, somehow, they already seemed like they were meant to be at the very top.
After the commercial break, Hawk found himself cornered by the Apex Predators. Axel and Jett had been controlling the tempo for most of the early minutes, using quick tags and constant movement to keep the much larger Road Warriors from gaining any momentum.
Axel was particularly impressive.
Every time Hawk tried to leverage his size, Axel just wouldn't stay put.
A kick to the thigh.
A forearm to the jaw.
A quick tag.
Another attack.
The champions were dancing circles around their challengers.
Noah couldn't help but sound impressed.
"The Road Warriors have hardly had a chance to get going tonight."
Irvin nodded in agreement.
"The Predators are wrestling smart. They know they can't win a straight power battle."
In the crowd, Owen Hart leaned in closer.
"That's actually a clever strategy."
Bret gave a slight nod.
"They're making Hawk wrestle on their terms."
Back in the ring, Axel seized Hawk by the wrist and hurled him hard into the corner. The impact reverberated throughout the arena.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Axel charged forward and delivered a jumping shoulder strike right into Hawk's chest before tagging in Jett.
Jett quickly climbed the ropes and came crashing down with a diving strike onto Hawk's upper back.
The crowd roared with excitement.
For a moment, it genuinely seemed like the champions might hold onto their title with ease.
But Hawk managed to hang in there.
Jett went for another strike, but Hawk caught him.
The crowd gasped.
Jett wasted no time and started throwing punches to break free, but Hawk just soaked up the hits before grabbing him by the throat and tossing him halfway across the ring.
The arena went wild.
Jett hit the canvas hard.
Both fighters scrambled to their feet.
Jett dove in a last-ditch effort.
Hawk charged forward.
The crowd jumped up, cheering.
"TAG!"
The noise in the building was deafening.
Animal stormed in like a freight train, barreling forward at full speed.
Jett had barely managed to get up when Animal nearly took his head off with a massive clothesline.
Noah yelled, "What a clothesline!"
Irvin winced, "Good lord!"
Jett flipped backward and crashed onto the mat.
The entire momentum of the match shifted in an instant.
Animal yanked him back up and slammed a knee into his gut. Then another. And a heavy blow across his back.
The crowd began chanting for Jett.
The champion crawled desperately toward his corner.
Axel reached out as far as he could.
"So close," Owen murmured.
But every time Jett got close, Animal yanked him back.
Every single time.
For nearly five minutes, the Road Warriors were in complete control.
Animal and Hawk expertly cut the ring in half.
The crowd grew more and more anxious for a tag.
Axel paced back and forth on the apron.
The fans clapped in unison.
Jett took the punishment but somehow kept pushing through.
After the commercial break, things had taken a turn for the worse for Apex Predators.
The early lead they had built up was completely wiped away. Hawk and Animal had slowed the match down, turning it into a brawl that suited their style. Every move Jett made seemed to come with a price, and it was clear the champions were feeling the pressure.
Axel stood on the apron, reaching as far as he could into the ring, shouting words of encouragement to his partner.
"Come on, Jett! Get over here!"
The crowd started clapping in unison, trying to rally behind the champions. Even those who weren't fans of the flashy Apex Predators had to admit they were one of IRW's most entertaining teams.
Inside the ring, Jett was taking a beating.
Animal had him cornered and was relentlessly stomping him down every time he tried to get back on his feet. Just when Jett managed to get to one knee, another boot would send him crashing back down.
Noah shook his head at the commentary table.
"The Road Warriors have completely taken control of this match."
"They're doing a great job of cutting the ring in half," Irvin chimed in. "Jett can't get anywhere near Axel."
Every time Jett tried to crawl toward his corner, Hawk would swoop in and drag him back by the leg, eliciting groans from the crowd.
In the audience, Owen Hart leaned forward, clearly anxious.
"Just make the tag already."
"It's tougher than it looks," Bret replied calmly. "They're isolating him."
Stu Hart nodded in silent agreement.
Back in the ring, Hawk lifted Jett and went for another strike, but this time Jett managed to duck just in time. The crowd erupted as Jett sprinted toward his corner.
Hawk lunged in a desperate attempt to stop him.
Jett dove into action.
And just like that, the tag was made.
The arena erupted with excitement.
Axel practically flew over the ropes, instantly shifting the momentum of the match. He slammed Hawk with a running forearm and then sent Animal tumbling off the apron. As Hawk tried to regain his footing, Axel hit the ropes and delivered a dropkick that sent the bigger man reeling.
The crowd went wild.
For the first time in what felt like ages, the champions were back in control.
Axel thrived on the crowd's energy. He seized Hawk by the arm and flung him toward the Predators' corner, then took a few steps back to set up his next move.
Noah quickly caught on to Axel's plan.
"Axel's looking to finish this!"
The audience jumped to their feet.
Axel charged forward.
But at the last moment, Hawk dodged.
What unfolded next felt like it was happening in slow motion.
Jett had climbed onto the apron, ready to lend a hand to his partner.
But Axel didn't see him coming.
Instead of crashing into Hawk, Axel collided straight with Jett.
The force of the impact sent Jett tumbling off the apron and crashing hard onto the floor below.
The crowd gasped in shock.
Axel stood frozen.
The horror on his face was unmistakable.
"Ooooh!"
The reaction rippled through the entire arena.
Axel quickly turned to check on his fallen partner.
That brief moment of hesitation cost him dearly.
Hawk seized the opportunity and delivered a crushing elbow right to Axel's face.
The champion staggered back.
Animal wasted no time entering the ring.
The Road Warriors moved with terrifying precision. They grabbed Axel before he could recover and executed their devastating tag-team finisher right in the center of the ring.
The crowd sensed it was all over.
Animal hooked Axel's leg.
The referee slid into position.
One!
Two!
Three!
The bell rang.
For a brief moment, there was silence.
Then, the arena erupted.
"We have new champions!" Noah shouted, his voice booming.
"The Road Warriors have done it!" Irvin yelled, excitement radiating from him.
Animal and Hawk proudly accepted their championship belts as the crowd erupted in cheers. The towering challengers lifted the titles high above their heads, taking a slow victory lap around the ring.
Meanwhile, Axel sat alone in the middle of the canvas.
His hands rested heavily on his knees.
His head hung low, a picture of defeat.
The loss was clearly weighing on him.
Months of hard work had crumbled because of a single mistake.
Jett eventually climbed back into the ring while the Road Warriors reveled near the entrance ramp. Axel sprang to his feet, eager to explain himself.
The cameras couldn't catch every word, but the sentiment was clear.
He was apologizing.
Jett wasn't having it.
He pointed toward the departing Road Warriors.
Then he gestured at the missing championships.
Finally, he pointed directly at Axel.
The crowd began to murmur, a wave of confusion washing over them.
Noah frowned, sensing the tension. "Wait a second."
Jett kept talking, his voice rising.
Axel tried to calm him down, but then, to everyone's shock, Jett shoved him.
The entire arena gasped in disbelief.
No one knew how to respond.
Tag partners often argued. They pointed fingers and shouted.
But physically attacking your own partner?
That was almost unheard of.
Especially after losing a championship defense.
Axel looked taken aback.
He stepped forward, trying to reason with Jett once more.
But Jett shoved him again, this time with more force.
The crowd erupted in boos.
In the audience, even Owen looked taken aback, "What's wrong with him?"
Bret narrowed his eyes. "He's blaming Axel."
Finally, Axel lost his cool.
He swung.
The punch landed perfectly.
The arena erupted.
Now both fighters were exchanging blows right in the center of the ring.
The crowd was in disbelief at what they were seeing.
Apex Predators had been a team for months. They had celebrated victories together. They had traveled the world side by side.
And now, they were facing off against each other.
At first, it seemed like a fair fight. But then Jett started to take control.
He drove a knee into Axel's gut, then seized him by the head and slammed his face into the turnbuckle.
The crowd let out a chorus of boos.
Jett did it again.
And again.
Axel slumped against the ropes, clearly dazed.
Jett yanked him by the arm and sent him flying across the ring with a fierce Irish whip.
As Axel stumbled back, Jett nearly turned him inside out with a devastating clothesline.
The crowd gasped in shock.
Axel hit the mat hard and lay still.
Jett stood over him for a few tense seconds.
Booing echoed from every corner of the arena.
Then, without uttering a word, Jett turned and walked away.
The audience was left in disbelief.
No explanation. No apology. Just silence.
As Jett vanished behind the curtain, Axel slowly rolled onto his side, gazing toward the entrance.
The reality began to sink in for the crowd.
The championships were lost.
And now, Apex Predators were no more.
One of IRW's most beloved tag teams had just crumbled before twenty thousand astonished fans.
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AN: The reason you might feel that the updates are not consistent is because I am currently working on my original novel which I intend to publish by the end of this month. But don't worry, I will not drop this story.
Be sure to check my novel out when it's out.