The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the WZCW Mayhem Championship!
The lights in the arena go out suddenly, with one spotlight on the stage. Adonis steps into it, shadow-boxing as he walks down the aisle. He makes sure to pose to the crowd before ascending the steel steps, climbing the turnbuckle, and posing for the audience by holding his fists in the air and then pointing at his bright grin.
Copeland: Adonis does not wrestle often. But he has a big opportunity here tonight against Tyrone Blades. Though I gotta wonder if it's the best of ideas given for one, the styles, secondly him being a part of Vis Imperium and finally, his opponent is Tyrone Blades.
Cohen: Do not be fooled for a single second Seabass. He is a decorated fighter and has the backing of Vis Imperium. You never bet against the house.
Tyrone makes his way through the top of the lower bowl, hoodie overhead, he heads down the seats with his title overhead and the fans cheering him on. He leaps over the barricade and enters the ring, dropping the title as he comes in and....
Introducing first, the challenger, representing Vis I-
Copeland: Tyrone successful last- Oh, here we go!!
Right away, Tyrone decks Adonis with his bat right in the stomach and the referee, Keith Morse, has no choice but to start early, taking the title out and clearing the ring to ring the bell.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Tyrone hits several potshots to the stomach of Adonis and one to the back, leveling the gold-clad talent agent and dropping him to his knees. He dashes across the ring and hits a knee right to the abdomen of Adonis. Liking the results, he repeats the dosage as Adonis yells out in pain with each strike. He continues to lay a beating on Adonis who has little space to cover himself, trying hide in the ropes but to no avail given the rules of the match. He hits a Butterfly Backbreaker and stretches Adonis on his back, screaming obscene language at him as he punishes the man. Referee Keith Morse asks if he wants to give up but Andrew barely says no, the pain impeding his speech. Tyrone lets him go, not content with the punishment and fetches something under the ring. He finds a trash can lid as Adonis scatters about to recompose himself. Tyrone goes for him but as he enter the ring, Adonis rolls out, collapsing to the ground. Feeling confident, Tyrone stalks him. He approaches, but Adonis grabs a fans beer and throws it at Tyrone, then throws him over the barricade and into the timekeeper's area.
Cohen: I told you. Resources. Adonis procured his own deterrent to wash Tyrone away and has now taken advantage.
Copeland: I don't know why you worded it that way, but sure.
Adonis catches his break. Exhausted after being pounded so heavily at the start of the match. He grabs a bottle of water and douses himself with it as Tyrone begins to move around over the timekeeper area. Adonis sees him and grabs one of the ringsteps, moving it to the middle of the ringside area and occasionally stopping to check on Tyrone. He seems content with it's placement and turns to be met by the Champion, who tries a kick but is dodged by the former MMA fighter who then picks the leg, tipping Tyrone down and crashing him face first against the steps. Adonis points to his head, Roll Safe-style, as if to say "I'm smart". With Tyrone prone on the ground, Adonis grabs the steps again, this time placing them right on top of Tyrone's legs, about to press down on them. Tyrone manages to get one free but the other is trapped as Adonis crushes it slowly with the weight of his own body.
Cohen: Tyrone has talked about his injuries. His bad knees. Adonis is exploiting that now. How much can he last?
Copeland:It's a major concern. He could very well not walk after this match, but Tyrone has been to hell and back. Some say literally given his dark past. Adonis had better not get confident.
Adonis mocks Tyrone as he squishes the knee. Taunting the Champion who's seemingly defenseless as he screams in agony. The referee Keith Morse begs Tyrone to just surrender but Tyrone does not. Instead he uses his free leg and with the leverage of being down on the floor, propels the steps over, tipping Adonis to the ground and the steps falling right over him. Tyrone drags himself away, hoping to catch a bit of rest time as Adonis rather comically, seems pancaked by the steps he himself got. Using the ring apron, Tyrone manages to stand up while Adonis gets out from under the steps and gets up. Right away, the two slug it out with Tyrone getting the best of the exchange. They brawl around ringside for a bit but Adonis once again uses the environment, shoving Tyrone into the ringpost. Tyrone trips on his bad leg when pushed and falls sitting down. Adonis gets on one knee and begins to pummel the Champion with forearm shots right against the post. With seemingly no defense available the referee seems primed to make the call, but Tyrone manages to get out of the way and dodge a shot, causing Adonis to hit the ringpost with his forearm and fall down grimacing in pain.
Cohen: Tyrone may have bought himself some time but he's a one legged man out there.
Copeland: He was one legged man before that exchange. Adonis doesn't seem to have a very good grasp on that one legged man.
Adonis screams in agony as Tyrone pulls himself back up, again with the apron. He grabs his challenger and flings him into the ring before dropping to one knee. He grabs his bat and slowly pulls himself to the ring where he's met with kicks to the leg, knocking him down. Adonis steps on the knee and applies a Half-Crab. Tyrone screams in agony as Adonis torques the bad leg. Tyrone tries to drag himself towards the ropes, there might not be a ropebreak but Tyrone still fights his way towards them. He grabs them and uses them to pull himself up as Adonis applies the submission hold. He doesn't let go of the leg as Tyrone gets to a vertical base and looking to finally cut Adonis loose, he hits Mo Murda, planting his opponent face first to the mat. Tyrone makes the cover off the move. 1.......... 2............ 3-But Adonis gets the shoulder up. Tyrone is hoping on one leg and tries a Clothesline but Adonis ducks He swings, attempting his Straight Right Hook bit misses it as Tyrone rolls out of harms way. He sees an open spot and goes for Adonis with a Superkick but Adonis pulls referee Keith Morse in the way. Tyrone stops, seeing whats coming and shoves the referee out of the way. Adonis taking advantage to hit a low blow on Tyrone. Obviously, Keith can't disqualify. Tyrone did not want the referee knocked out. But was tricked.
Copeland: Talk about bending the rules. It may be legal in this type of match, but how underhanded does he have to be to need the referee for a distraction?
Cohen: Tyrone is the Champion. He should know the rules of his division better than anyone. Don't make excuses here for him.
Tyrone grabs between his legs, dropping to his knees and seeing the downed official. Not a good sign with VI and Kenneth Banks against him. Adonis sees Tyrone's bat and grabs it. Tyrone almost seems like he's resigned to his fate as Adonis taunts him. Bat in hand. He raises it high, very high. The tension bursts awaiting it to come down. But instead, Tyrone punches Adonis right between the legs. The bat falls. As does Adonis, dropping to his knees in utter agony. His mouth agape, Tyrone gets up, little pressure on his knee but now its Adonis staring at him, seeming resigned. Tyrone taunts him and measures him. But before he can do anything, Adonis takes one last desperate shot. Mirroring Tyrone. Except it's caught. Tyrone stops Adonis' fist with his own hand. Slowly places it on the canvas and stomps on it with his good foot. He immediately hits the Click Clack and collapses on Adonis. Several seconds pass as referee Keith Morse makes the cover. 1..................................... 2................................................. 3.
Here is your winner and STILL WZCW Mayhem Champion, Tyrone Blades!!
Tyrone is handed his title as assistant come to the ring with ice bags. Tyrone turns his down, instead slowly being held up to his feet. Adonis on the other hand, quickly grabs the bag, placing it on his crotch. Tyrone has a mild celebration, holding his title up but also showing the signs of damage he's received.
Copeland: Turnabouts, fair play. Adonis got a taste of his own medicine there. Tyrone still remains Champion.
Cohen: I'm not happy, but you're right. Those were underhanded tactics used there. Tyrone should be ashamed having to go to such lows.
Tyrone leaves through the same place he came in. The crowd.
Transitioning from ringside, we get a shot of Yemrez Reqonic walking with a towel around her neck fresh from getting changed. She approaches a table and grabs a bottle of water, unscrews the lid and takes a sip. As she enjoys the refreshment an unexpected guest arrives, his World Championship shining under the lights, Justin Cooper waltzes up with a cocky smirk on his face.
Cooper: Out of the way, kid. I need a drink before my match.
Reqonic: I’m not a kid.
A sharp laugh erupts from Justin as he adjusts the title belt.
Cooper: Well look here. This puppy has some bark to her. You’re the one Xander was talking about last week. Huh, and you beat him tonight. Impressive, in fact, I’d say a little annoying to be honest.
As Justin reaches for a drink bottle, he inches closer to Yemrez.
Cooper: I don’t like it when little pests start getting too big for their boots. Play in your own sandpit but the moment you cross into mine, we will have a problem. You get it?
Reqonic: You don’t frighten me, Justin. Back off.
Silence, Cooper and Reqonic lock eyes as the World Champion takes a sip of his water.
Cooper: Pardon me, I didn’t realise I was meeting such a badass.
He laughs again, stepping back as Yemrez proudly stands her ground.
Reqonic: We’re not just going to let you bully us around any longer. Vis Imperium cannot force us to roll over and play dead while you lot claim the titles and cheat to win. We will fight back!
As Cooper turns to walk away he throws a passing glance over his shoulder.
Cooper: Fair warning, if you keep mentioning my name, eventually I’ll hear. Watch your back, kid. I don’t take kindly to being threatened. Just ask Mikey Stormrage.
With that, Cooper heads off down the hallway and towards the entrance for his main event match against The Beard. Meanwhile, Yemrez picks up her water bottle and seems proud of herself for not giving in during the confrontation with the World Champion.
Cohen: Everybody wanting to mess with Vis Imperium. Idiots, following Tyrone Blades into a war they cannot win.
Copeland: Tensions are high here in WZCW. That man, Justin Cooper, is in action when we return!
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Harrys: Ladies & gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Copeland: This is going to be one hell of a fight between two men who have reached the pinnacle of this company.
Cohen: Wash your mouth out. One or two shared achievements do not mean that these two are the same!
The lights are out and as the music hits Beard is standing there with a towel over his head engulfed by a spotlight. Beard flings the towel off his head as he bounces up and down. He draws the crowd in for more noise with his hands. The lights fly on and Beard throws his hands in the air encouraging the crowd to chant "Beard! Beard! Beard!”
Harrys: On his way to the ring, from Beard City, USA, weighing 285 pounds, The Beard!
He hurries down the aisle slapping hands with all the members of Beard Nation. He slaps the stairs as he charges up them, before leaping himself over the top rope and dropping to one knee. He bobs his head to his music and the chants of the crowd. He stands up and throws himself chest first into the ropes, and throws his arms out as a crooked smile comes across his face.
Copeland: That’s an extremely positive reaction for the man who shocked the whole with his astronomic rise from the tag team ranks to the World Heavyweight Championship, thanks to the great opportunity known as Gold Rush.
Suddenly, bright lights flash across the screen; the arena bursting with colour but at the same time it erupts with the negative reaction as standing on the stage, amongst a sea of battling serpents swirling underneath him, , is Justin Cooper. The battle beneath his feet comes to an end, as the world champion drops to his knees and raises his arms to the boos of the crowd. They hate him but he enjoys their vitriol. He soon makes his way to the ring. Once inside, he climbs onto the top rope and begs the crowd to continue to react, spitting at them both literally and with his words acting as pure venom.
Cohen: And I’m sure you know this Seabass because you’re a geek but let me inform the masses. These two men have a surprising amount of history, not least a victory for Beard over Cooper in the same Gold Rush tournament that Beard would go on to win.
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Copeland: That’s right Jack. Ascension 68, the quarter finals. It’s clearly symbolic that we get this rematch at a time when the exact same stage of the Gold Rush tournament is happening right now.
Justin jumps down, removes his robe and his belt and places them in a corner of the ring.
Harrys: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, Justin Cooper!
Copeland: I really wouldn’t be surprised if Cooper has been sitting on this for some time. Now that Gold Rush is upon us and with Justin in this position of newfound power, he is going to abuse it by taking out Beard!
Cohen: That’s ridiculous!
Beard gets in Cooper’s face and begins to talk to him. Cooper raises his hand and goes to shush Beard but instead shoves him away. Beard takes a couple of steps back in shock and then immediately pushes Cooper to the floor.
Copeland: Come on now, you know that a man who has the physical attributes of The Beard could be a threat to anyone in this business. The giant is using all of his seventy five pound weight advantage to physically intimidate the World Champ!
Cohen: Justin is taking a calculated decision to not take The Beard on in a childish shoving match. I can understand that!
Justin shakes his head disapprovingly from the floor while Beard is teasing him from the centre of the ring. Beard takes a step and Cooper coolly enters through the ropes. They circle each other briefly and Cooper takes the big man down, wrenching his arm over into a wristlock. Cooper pushes Beard’s wrist behind his neck but the big man forces himself to a sitting position. The crowd get behind Beard and start clapping to encourage him. Soon enough Beard is on his knees, fighting to his feet and then he begins to fight back. He begins to win the test of strength but Cooper rakes his eyes, Beard shakes it off with a stiff forearm strike to the face but Cooper responds by grabbing the long tangled hair of The Beard and slamming him down to the mat.
Beard gets straight back up. Cooper looked happy with himself for a second but that soon changes when the giant charges at him. Cooper skips into the ropes but that doesn’t stop the big man, he charges into the World Champion, squashing him in the ropes! The champ is shaken, Beard pulls him back and shoves him into a headlock and drags him into the centre of the ring. Cooper pushes him into the other side of the ring and tries to break the hold but Beard keeps hold, laughing as he does. Cooper shoves him off, Beard bounces off the ropes and meets the champ in the ring with a huge cross body! Cover, 1....2....Cooper kicks out easily of the loose pin attempt.
Copeland: Again, the size factor comes into it, these two are familiar to each but Cooper hasn’t been able to get to grips with the agile big man just yet.
Cohen: It’ll come, of course it will. Justin will sort him out, on his own terms.
Beard puts his foot on Cooper’s chest before hitting a hard leg drop, he goes for a second, then a third, Cooper flails around but can only try to protect himself from the repeated impacts. Beard goes for another cover; it’s a little tighter this time, 1.....2.... Cooper kicks out again. Beard never lets up and pulls the champion to his feet. He drags Cooper over to the nearest corner and backs off before charging. Cooper gets his feet up, the sole of his boot connecting with the cheekbone of his onrushing opponent. But Beard doesn’t fall, the impact does allow Cooper to recover and he hits a step-up knee thrust to the chin, knocking the big man over!
Cohen: Aha, the sheer power of a man who has put every waking hour of the past two years to get to this level!
The champion steps back to survey his work and is surprised to see the bearded one get back to his feet so valiantly. Using the ropes, Beard pulls himself up to a vertical base. Cooper chases his target once more but this time Beard is ready and meets him half way, flying across the ring and hitting a lunging forearm strike!
Copeland: That is one hell of an impact!
Beard is up quickly but Cooper is a couple of steps ahead. Cooper takes a deep breath and hits a big, impressive scoop slam. Justin covers arrogantly and gets a quick one count on his winded opponent. Cooper forcefully drags him up and moves him over to the corner and kicks him in the gut. The official tries to pull him out of the corner and Cooper immediately reacts, furious that he is not allowed to capitalise on his advantage. The ref gestures that he thought the kick was a little low.
Cooper: “You won’t DQ me. We are running the show. Vis Imperium are the show. These people all came to see me!”
Copeland: This is a man on top of his game.
Cohen: It’s not just one man Seabass. It’s the whole group, they have become an entity that can function on a level. Cooper is the one who has brought them all together.
Having spent plenty of time intimidating the official and bragging so confidently, Coopers turns to see Beard charging at him. Cooper just about sees him and dodges him. Beard rebounds off the ropes & Cooper kicks him in the gut to set up for the Mic Drop! As he lifts him up in an impressive show of strength, Beard drops down behind him, turns him around and catching him with a big exploder suplex in one smooth motion! Beard crawls over slowly but doesn’t hook the leg as he covers....1.......2......Cooper kicks out!
Copeland: I don’t think Beard respects Cooper or Vis Imperium.
Cohen: And I’m sorry about his damn luck, because Cooper’s default setting is to beat the respect into everyone who tries to face up to Vis Imperium.
Beard is up quicker this time than Cooper who is suffering from taking the high powered assault from the Beard Nation representative. Beard lays into him again, this time with a series of stiff European uppercuts that leaves Cooper trying to cover up. Beard grabs Cooper and holds him in position for Poetic Justice but Cooper snaps his arm up and grabs Beard by the beard! That forces the big man to break up the potentially devastating finishing manoeuvre. Still holding the magnificent facial locks, Cooper pulls himself to a vertical base and pulls himself face-to-face with the giant.
Cohen: Damn that’s an underhanded tactic! I love it, that’s inspirational!
Copeland: That’s not even on the same page to what we saw at Apocalypse, Cooper orchestrated the most devious swerve that we have ever observed.
Beard goes for a belly to belly but Cooper, now with two hands on the beard, hits a barrage of elbows to the nose! Beard has to break the grip and get a reprieve; Cooper goes on the attack and gets Beard on his shoulders before hitting a neckbreaker from the firemans’ carry!
Cohen: That is damn impressive from Cooper. The man who lost to Beard in that Gold Rush match would not be able to pull that off. That is the level of personal growth that we have the privilege of witnessing.
Beard comes down with a thunderous impact, folded up on his neck. Cooper goes for a cover, tying up Beard’s left arm and grabbing his leg. 1........2..........Beard just about beats the count and forces his shoulder up. Beard just about has enough about him to roll out of the ring. Cooper grins as he spots this and follows him. On the floor, Cooper sprints towards and redirects him face first into ring post! With Beard stunned by the impact Cooper takes a second, catching his breath and leaning on the announcers table.
Cohen: These pigs have never understood true greatness, even when they are told to shut up.
Copeland: Yeah who knew that our great fans don’t like being told what to think?
Justin gestures to the World Heavyweight Championship on the nearby table and draws the wrath of the crowd for his arrogance.
Cohen: They should appreciate what they have when it is right in front of them!
Copeland: That’s why Cooper’s actions at Apocalypse were such an obvious sign of disrespect.
Beard is still incapacitated from the impact but has turned and is standing upright, using the steel as support. Cooper grabs him, only for Beard to grab him and fling him towards the edge of the announce table. The table barely moves an inch and Cooper screams in agony, clutching his lower back. Beard rolls back in the ring and the referee begins to count.
Copeland: That is just the break that Beard wanted!
Cohen: Justin needs to eat up the seconds; he’s still got this in the bag.
Cooper knows he cannot stay outside any longer and rolls into the ring. Beard is ready and waiting; he slaps his arms and yells. Cooper stands and is embraced immediately, engulfed in the large arms of the giant, Beard drops him with a big belly to belly!
Copeland: No antics that time from Cooper!
Justin is struggling now, he can’t even get to his feet right now and with Beard hot on his trail, he’s become the hunted. The big man is ready to hit another big move and end the match in his favour. Cooper is barely off of his knees when he goes for a big boot but he has enough about him to duck the tree-trunk of a leg from connecting with his face. Beard is a little off-balance and Coopers takes advantage, hitting something resembling a powerbomb on the big bearded behemoth.
Copeland: Brilliant counter!
Cohen: Now put him away! End it!
Both men try getting to their feet eagerly. Cooper is a half-step ahead. He lunges at Beard, poking Beard in the eyes, with complete indiscretion but the deliberate exploit is hidden in the desperation of his actions!
Copeland: Oh come on, enough with cheap tactics! Beard can’t do anything about that.
Justin pulls Beard close and goes to hit Your Final Verse but Beard elbows him away from the side position. Beard shoves him away to get some space but Cooper stops himself on the ropes and flings himself forward. He goes for a crucifix, Beard is struggling to stay upright but he tries to hold onto Cooper who has no momentum! Beard pulls him around and drags him to the mat into a pinning combination, 1....2....Cooper flails around and kicks Beard in the crotch with his heel before reversing it
1......Cooper gets his foot on the ropes!
Cohen: Such a sweet counter wrestling move!
Copeland: Justin Cooper steals one and it’s a twisted repeat what happened between these two at Ascension 68!
Cohen: Your World Heavyweight champion, everybody!
Harrys: Your winner, the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, Justin Cooper!
When he realises what is going on, with Cooper celebrating and his music playing, The Beard is furious. The crowd echo his frustrations.
Copeland: I don’t know why I’m even surprised by the lengths that Cooper goes to anymore. The way he did it just leaves a thoroughly bitter taste in the mouth.
Cohen: Maybe The Beard can use it to regain his former glories but this is Vis Imperium’s time, with Justin Cooper front and centre. Until next time, goodbye!
The show comes to an end with Justin Cooper making his way up the entrance ramp, holding the World Championship high in the air and a huge grin on his face.
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Justin Cooper versus The Beard - Numbers
Tyrone Blades vs. Andrew Adonis (Mayhem Championship) - KJ
GR 2 - Yemrez Reqonic versus Xander LeBelle - Prophet
GR 2 - Kagura versus Lynx - Jeff
Mark Keaton and Gabi Clark versus Vee A.D.Z - FalKon
Titus Avison versus Will McKay - Kapu
Segments - Prophet, Lee & Dagger
Gold Rush 2017
*Matches to be announced*
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