 Mark Sterling on this day March 9, 2019, 1274 days of limitless wrestling. We are crowning our first champion. John, I am thrilled to be here to call this match history in the making. And knowing the history of limitless wrestling, there are no more appropriate competitors to crown such a champion than the four in this ring tonight. RetroSexual Anthony Green, a product of the very first show of limitless wrestling. JT Dunn, who found himself in his edge aligning the Kings with Maxwell Jacob Freedman standing to the right of JT Dunn as we speak. And then the hometown boy, AC Baby, Ace Romero. John, do we have a little two on two action here to start at least? I mean, that's the smart strategy. That's our alignment here. Kings on the right side. Formally known as take me home tonight on the left. That's what we got. And that's smart. Because when you got two guys aligned, you want to make sure that you go in with a friend. And Retro and AC found that in each other. Aha. Aha. Aha. And the Kings. The Kings taking it to the outside. John, they're not going to play Ace and Retro's game. They're going to play their own game. Retro and Ace with an uneasy partnership themselves. Looks like they're taking a rest out there. And taking a moment to trumpet their own horns. Looks like they're waiting for Retro and AC to wrestle. They want the action to start up with the two in the ring. Might be a wise decision when you consider the history of Anthony Green and Ace Romero, great friends, great enemies. Not even Justin Limitless, just in general. Here we go. Action started in this historic main event. Hot Anthony Green and the fireman's carry slips out the back. What's the hip toss, Ace? No, Anthony Green. Amazing balance. A duck to the Harlem sidekick. What we saw there is a lot of history. Two men that know each other very well. The Kings out here, jawjacking with the crowd. And I think Ace and HG have had enough. I think turned their backs. Which is not smart, guys. Strong right hand for Ace Romero and a boot from Anthony Green. Now John, one weird thing is, while we started with some teams here, only one man can win the match. These uneasy partnerships, they may pay dividends at the beginning of the match, but you said it best. Only one can be champion. MJF and JT have guaranteed that a member of the Kings will win, but which one? Absolutely. I don't think either one of them is going to win right now. Little vaudeville for you. And it's back to Anthony Green and Ace Romero. Want to talk about day one guys for limitless wrestling? Yes. And they crisscross in opposite corners, stereo Lariatos. Why are you surprising? It's also not surprising, because like I said, only one man can win this championship. All the chips are on the table in this one here, and the Kings sending out Ace Romero unceremoniously slides through with the baseball slide. Is Max going to die? JT saying, do that cool thing you do. Here we go. Here comes MJF, cool thing. Look at the Fosbury flop. Can we call that the Friedman flop? Wow. You and I both know that MJF has endless tricks in his book, and my goodness. A.G. look at the tightrope and a cross body. Anthony Green, another one who possesses unconventional athleticism, some amazing creativity. Like he was born in a wrestling ring. Wait a minute. Ace has an idea here. We've seen this before. Oh no. Watch out. Don't make on Acey. My God. That's almost 400 pounds of man flying through the air. And these these main wrestling fans, they want their boy to bring it home. Marrow in kind, born in Sacco, Maine, wants everything to bring this title home. You know, we talk about a capacity crowd here. Stiff right. Firmly behind Ace, would you say? We have a little a couple of cheers there for Maxwell in the beginning, but A.G. has gotten some. We're at a point here where these these fans tell us, they tell the story that we have four pioneers of limitless wrestling battling for the honor to call themselves the first champion. Going in the crowd here, John. Yeah. This brawl just reached that Pier 6 level that we all know and well, gotta worry about. We got chairs getting carried through the best I can to see here. Vision impeded from the connotation done on the top of the lacquers in the corner. JT never afraid to scale anything that's nailed down. Hold on. A.J.T. Diver right off these lacquers before. But there's two of them up there. You want to talk about caution being thrown to the rail now. A.G. right off the rail. Trepidation hanging in the air. The fate of JT Dine and Anthony Green. A.G. just throwing JT's head. Oh, the desire, the hunger. As Anthony Green takes a tumble. And JT Dunn, the only man left in no man's land. JT Dunn calls himself a king. He's the king of flight tonight. Expletives of adoration being sent out by the Westbrook faithful. They all four men are picking themselves up off the concrete. It's totally obvious, John, that these guys are willing to do whatever it takes to win this championship. The sweat, the agony that's spilling figuratively into this limitless wrestling championship as each of these men take minutes off each other's lives just like that. Fatal four way. That means anything in this building can be used as a weapon and they are utilizing these lockers. Replacing an emphasis a little too much on fatal. The brawl continues here as this is the death. JT Dunn trying to make his way but actually both the kings making their way back to the ring right now. Followed in goal by A.G. Baby in firm control. And JT Dunn firing back. You want to talk about one of the most prolific strikers in wrestling today. You're looking at the JT Dunn. An ace Romero summoning the energy of the state of Maine. Most of the crowd here still on their feet. JT on his feet, rubber legs but on his feet nonetheless. He doesn't see Maxwell Jacob. Wow. MJF. Oh. Trying to clip away the giant legs of ace Romero but two get the job done. Think that was in their playbook all along. You look at a guy like ace Romero. You take out the legs then one. Then one. And leave it to Maxwell Jacob Friedman to pick the right place and right time to play such a card. Adding insult to injury there. Oh yeah. And at this point they're working on the mobility of ace Romero. I gotta assume that the plan is take them both out. Anthony Green all the mustard on all those strikes. And in terms of who this might mean the most to you have to give it to Anthony Green. You want to talk about working your way up from the pre-show to the main event. Nobody's written the book on that like Anthony Green. Oh. Working against two other individuals. Absolutely. And now they're back to work on ace Romero. Definitely the smart move. And Maxwell Jacob Friedman just rubbing the salt in the wounds of the state of Maine as he picks apart their boy ace Romero. Did the motion for the championship belt. But again they're working as a team here. Only one can win. On one hand we had heard comments from both of them that a king is going to walk out champion. Now the question is when it's down if it comes down to the two of them will the Kings fall apart. I have to assume they have a plan. But we'll only time with them. And you got to think part of the plan is taking this giant down. You know as a master strategist yourself real recognizes real and Max of Jacob Friedman has to be listed alongside yourself as one of the best strategists in the game today. Now I got to tell you I don't know about this show about him. Hey but it seems to be working. It's that it's that striking of JT Doug the perfect placement of such a blistering knee. Double sleep. Love double sleep. You know that's very interesting. You've got that sideways momentum from each king pulling on the carotid arteries. This double sleeper double the torque really. He's he's going down. I'd say arms I think just if they both have them up are they both the champion. No you're saying that they had to have had a game plan. Was that it and is it backfiring right now. The strength here. A double back body. John the damage done on that on that double sleeper hold. I mean he wasn't breathing for a minute. Still trying to collect himself. I don't know if you notice a G in the corner making his way back up. All four men clearly. Wow. All four men clearly have had a lot of their stamina taken out of them. But this is where heart this is where that late match adrenaline comes into play. Ace Romero stopping Anthony Green on the top rope. And what does he have in mind. Look at that. We got JT Dunn and MJF putting together a little spur of the moment game plan here and and Ace Ace helping each other up. I see it. Uh huh. There we go. Setting up an electric chair. Oh my god. He's going to get the worst of this. You said it. Anthony Green one hundred and fifty percent got the worst of that landing. What was the last time. Ace the baby took a fall like that. Goodness. Anthony Green is feeling it. Wow. What is this from Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Whatever it takes John whatever it takes. And he is feeling it. Anthony Green. Oh JT Dunn. Anthony Green not in an advantageous position here. Short meteora to the back of the head of Ace Romero but the snap and fire of that slot kick. Prolific elbow. Elbow. Oh my god. And MJF. I apologize. Trying to repair the damage but JT knows that enough is enough. I said it all along only one guy can win this match. We are witnessing a disintegration of the Kings. MJF yelling we're a team earlier. Here's the truth. No one's a team. We've been saying it from the beginning. My god. Massive elbow drop. I think finally now we have ourselves a four on four match with four guys vying for this championship. Absolutely. This has truly become a fatal four way at this point. The alliances have dissolved and now things are about to kick into a new gear as all four men looking to summon the well to get back to their feet and the crowd doing the best they can to assist these four gladiators back to a standing position. John we got Ace on his feet. Max. MJF. No. No. We've seen this. Maxwell Jacob Friedman put away with such a pile driver and the foot on the ropes with such a combo. It's usually academic from there but in this case Ace Romero still has some left in the town trying to figure out what to do. He's going to that weapon. Like I said anything in this building can be used and MJF has chosen. And the old chair. And we might start to see MJF coming a little bit unhinged here. The man of such intensity. Sometimes his decisions aren't the best. Greenleaf not having it. It's legal. Greenleaf here since day one. Not. He got tarnished in the process. MJF with the smile on his face similar to when the big bad wolf broke into the house and Goldilocks sleeping in. But Ace called the chair. Ace not having any of it. He's winding up. He's preparing. Ken Griffey Jr type preparation. He's reshrapping the gloves like no more Garcia Parra. Did JT just save him? Are they back? I'm going to reserve my judgment and deserve my judgment. JT with a look on his face and he's got that chair in his hand. All the monarchs in history. Many of them taking the most unceremonious plunge off their throne. Wow. Intentions. But MJF capitalized. Where's the ref? Gavin Quinn. Gavin Quinn. When Seal met Skull we thought that was it. MJF is beside himself. He's got to pay attention to what's happening in the match. Not argue with the ref. Mace Romero pulling himself up. And in this moment everything they've gone through from teammates to the worst of enemies. It's all coming to the forefront right now. Mace wants that Tomokaze again. Off the rob. He got it. Got it. Wants it one more time. Rolls him up.