Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is a...
The camera pans around the crowd. We see signs dotted around including one saying Star Vox and another says “Randy for Studd”. In the ring is a ladder but attached to one turnbuckle is a giant pole. The Titantron flashes.
Cohen: Well I would have liked to have seen her in the pole match.
Copeland: You can't say that it's an inappropriate comment. Aren't I right Cat?
Connor: I'd like to see her in the pole match.
Harrys: Ladder match and it is for the WZCW Mayhem Championship!
The crowd cheer once again as the stage crew take down the pole and set up a few more ladders.
Harrys: Introducing first from Dublin, Ireland, weighing 225 pounds, Vox!
Vox marches out onto the stage with his collection tin in his hand. Fans wave money at him as Vox walks down the ramp, stopping to add to his fund. While gathering some extra funds before the biggest match of his career, Vox heads over to ringside and grabs a microphone. His music is cut off and Vox signals for a spotlight.
Vox: This my people is a beautiful night. Tonight, you will witness the greatest donation of them all when Randy Studd delivers the Mayhem Title to my doorstep. For the betterment of the world, I shall become Mayhem Champion and help create change in a division so filled with violence.
Walking over to some fans, Vox extends his hand and grabs one of their own.
Vox: Bless you all! May you have a wonderful life!
Harrys: And now, making his way down the ramp, residing in Venice, Italy weighing 240 pounds, WZCW Mayhem Champion, The Ladies Man Randy Studd!
Studd is quickly making his way toward the ring and rips off his waistcoat. He has yet another rose, a different one than earlier tonight and instead of handing it to a fan he crushes it in his hand and pitches it at Vox, hitting the challenger right in the face with it. Studd holds the Mayhem Championship high in the air, climbing the turnbuckle and looks down at Vox on the outside. The referee orders Studd back and this allows for Vox to get into the ring, both men in opposite corners and the match ready to begin.
Cohen: My money is on Studd here, how can anything else happen? Vox is still looking for that momentum.
Copeland: I think the ladder match may fit Vox more, his agility is a strength here.
Connor: It could go either way. The one thing that is guaranteed is the fans will get a great showing from both competitors.
Referee Elizabeth Prince is in the middle of the ring as Vox and Studd look at each other. The champion is first out the blocks as he runs over to Vox, Vox ducks and has the speed advantage here despite. He gives a few swift punches to Studd. Vox with the opening advantage.
Studd is a bit confused as to what has happened here as he's in the corner now. Vox still at it with the quick punches. Studd's anger builds as he delivers a swift right punch to the face of Vox. Using this Vox is whipped into the ladder in the middle of the ring. Studd slowly walks over, his frame menacing. Studd picks up Vox and gives him a body slam onto the ladder.
Cohen: Great start by the ladies man.
Connor: I felt that from here! Vox will have a sore back in the morning.
Studd flexes himself to a barrage of boos. He picks up Vox again and goes for another body slam. Vox somehow is able to swiftly move and misses the ladder. He still crashes onto the mat but Studd looks pissed off. He goes to grab Vox again who is able to slide round and grab Studd from behind.
Vox grabs Studd and bounces him off the ropes. The back body drop crashes Studd onto the ladder who makes an awful scream. Vox grabs Studd and pulls him off the ladder. He looks at the ladder, sets it up and smiles. The crowd cheer at this and Vox laughs to himself and proceeds to cover Studd for a pin! Referee Elizabeth Prince doesn't count and Vox gets angry with her. He shouts “HIS FOOT WASN'T ON THE ROPE”
Copeland: Doesn't everyone do this in a ladder match?
Connor: I don't think so but that was silly by Vox.
Studd uses this to his advantage as he stands up, flexes to the crowd and taps Vox on the shoulder. DDT knocks Vox down on the mat. Studd uses this as a perfect opportunity to give a wink to Elizabeth Prince but her face says it all. Randy then starts to climb the ladder.
Vox is still out on the mat as Studd gets three quarters of the way up the ladder. Looks up to the Mayhem title. He turns around, faces Vox and Studd signifies what's happening next by grabbing his own crotch. He leaps...Money Shot...It connects.
Cohen: Brave move by Studd, astounding leap if you ask me.
Copeland: I believe the term is foolish.
Studd sets up the ladder properly so it's directly below the Mayhem title. He climbs up but it's not a fast climb, he's just jumped off the thing after all. He slowly makes his way up. Vox begins to move too, he's now on all fours. Studd doesn't notice this and is focused on one thing only.
Studd gets to the top. Instead of grabbing the belt he does a thrusting of his hips to boos from the crowd. That few seconds delay allows Vox to crash into the ladder. This knocks Studd from the top but Vox falls too.
The crowd are electric as true Mayhem has been unleashed. Vox stands up and picks up Studd. He signals for the World Pieces but changes his mind. HEY LADIES!
Cohen: That would have been useful if the voting had changed, but alas it was a ladder match.
Connor: Yes but one important thing is the psychological advantage which Vox now has.
Rather than climbing the ladder Vox proceeds to pick Studd up, not going for the pin this time he throws Studd over the top rope. After his Lethal Lottery Practice is done Vox picks the ladder up again. He starts the climb.
As Vox climbs he shouts to the crowd to give money. “ONE STEP TO END POVERTY” he shouts. Vox keeps climbing not realising that Studd has made his way into the ring. Studd has started climbing the ladder and is quicker than Vox.
Now both men are near the top of the ladder. Vox punches. Studd returns. Vox punches. Studd returns. Vox punches. Studd returns. Vox loses his footing and slips. Studd climbs to the top and starts to unfurl the title. Vox, however, is able to grab onto the ladder and climbs up. NUT TO THE NUTS. Vox head-butts Studd square in the balls. Studd falls from the top of the ladder into the ring.
Vox makes the step up and grabs the title. Medical personnel rush straight in to check on Studd.
Cohen: A bit of luck from Vox but in this game luck is a precious thing.
Harrys: The winner of this match and NEW WZCW Mayhem Champion.... VOX!
Connor: Well Vox has done it, he's won gold. I wonder if Rick Harrison still has the offer open for him?
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Backstage, Tyrone Blades and Titus Avison are getting ready for their match. There is a clear tense atmosphere in the locker room as both men make their final preparations for the match that will decide their futures and that future of WZCW under the rule of Vis Imperium. After a few seconds, both men are on their feet and look at each other; wondering if the other man is motivated enough to save them.
Blades: Listen. It's been a long ass road to get to this point. I know your title is definitely on the line but it could be that my career goes on the line too. I just need to know that you're as motivated to keep hold of that thing as I am to stick around?
Blades slaps the EurAsian Championship on Titus' shoulder as he finishes talking. Titus follows Blades every move and then returns his gaze to the stoic features of his tag team partner.
Titus: It has been a long road, yeah. Two years of the EurAvison Era, baby! I'm the most successful Champion in the history of this company and I don't intent on dropping it to either of those two jack-asses! Trust me, if VI win tonight, I might be joining you on the unemployment line. If anyone is going to take this title, it wont be VI!
It seems that Titus is frustrated with Tyrone's accusations that he is not motivated for the main event enough and both men share a tense stare. Suddenly, the door to the locker room flies open and the new WZCW Heavyweight Champion – John Constantine - stands in the door way. The Championship is slung over his shoulders as his weary legs struggle to carry him. As both men see him, they both light up and move towards him quickly. As they reach him, Constantine falls forward into their arms.
Blades: Damn! What happened to you out there, old man?
Constantine: Cooper took me to the limit. At times during that match, I wanted so badly to give up. My whole body screamed out with agony. So many times during the match, I wanted to tell the referee to call the match and just to let me go home.
Constantine stops for a moment as Titus and Blades move him onto a nearby bench. He looks utterly exhausted as he closes his eyes.
Constantine: But it wasn't the thought of the Championship that kept me going in there, gentlemen. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of letting VI run all over us for the rest of our careers. The thought of Justin Cooper and his cronies lording it over us as we suffered through more pain and harassment. I'm going to ask you one simple question... Can you stomach that thought?
Titus and Blades look at each other silently for a moment, thinking about how the consequences of their upcoming match. Without knowing it, Constantine had told both of them everything they needed to know about the upcoming match and gave them the motivation for winning it. Now all that remained was carrying it out.
Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Copeland: Since returning to WZCW, Triple X has taken out Vee ADZ, Flex Mussel and he recently tried to injure the now new World Heavyweight Champion, Constantine until Lynx stopped him.
Cohen: Enough exposition. Where are they?
Connor: I just got word. They started fighting in the back!
We cut backstage as Lynx and Triple X are fighting their way out of the Gorilla Position. Exchanging punches, they go back and forth as they also walk away from the entrance area. Pummeling each other, they make it toward the aisle of the building. There, Lynx tosses Triple X across a table full of food, Triple X tripping on it's apron on the floor.
Cohen: Is this even official?! There's no referee there!
Connor: Oh for heavens sake, Jack. It's "Falls Count Anywhere". I don't think that's all that important.
Triple X gets up, wrapped in the apron and Lynx clonks him over the head with a punch. Triple X breaks the apron to get free and fights back with shots to the gut to slow Lynx down. He then tosses Lynx against a set of pipes, randomly stacked standing in the aisle. Triple X tries to walk away as Lynx tries to wiggle himself out of the pipes. We cut to Triple X making his way through a side aisle breathing heavily and clutching his arms as he seemingly tries to get away from Lynx. He tries opening several doors but all seem locked. He manages to open one but as he sticks his head in, he closes it and keeps walking. Eventually, he opens a door that satisfies him and pulls out a broom. He snaps the wooden stick attached and prepares himself. He makes his way back from where he came slowly. He takes a peek back to the main aisle when suddenly.......
It's a blurry scene but as X peeks across to the aisle, a chair swoops in and at lightning speed, bashes Triple X across the temple, knocking him down as he covers the side of his face in pain and shock. The chair is tossed away and Lynx peers through. he grabs Triple X by the ears and hurls him across the aisle.
Cohen: Someone needs to get in there and get this under control. This is getting out of hand.
Copeland: It's all legal here, Cohen. There isn't even a referee yet to make the count.
The two continue fighting and have now made their way to the catering area. All the wrestlers and workers see what's going on and just nonchalantly get out of the way. Triple X throws Lynx across the table and the workers just pull their food out of the way. Lynx scrambles his way back up and suddenly, Triple X has a cooked turkey on his hands. He tries to hit Lynx with it but he dodges it. He Superkicks Triple X down and grabs the turkey. He slowly looks around and people just cheer him on. He raises the turkey, high over his head.
Lynx: Happy Thanksgiving!
He drops the turkey on Triple X as everyone cheers and food flies across the screen.
Cohen: Hey, that cannot be legal! This is uncalled for!
Copeland: What is your issue? It's all legal.
Cohen: No, I mean this is Canada, Seabass. Thanksgiving was October 9th.
Triple X manages to get out of dodge, leaving catering as Lynx was busy celebrating. He goes after him and they make their way to the parking area. They continue brawling, hockey fighting on the hood of several cars. Alarms go off and a referee suddenly appears. Referee Keith Morse has arrived and alerts the wrestlers that he is there to count any falls. Triple X knees Lynx in the gut and throws him over the hood of a car. Lynx drops into the floor and Triple X drops on top of him. 1....... 2............ 3-But Lynx kicks out. He goes to grab Lynx who kicks him from the ground. Lynx shoves Triple X against a door and tackles him through it, leading to the two falling outside to a cold Toronto street. Triple X throws Lynx against a fence and starts hitting him with several gut shots as Keith Morse makes his way outside. Lynx stops Triple X with a forearm shot but is kicked in the gut again. He then hits a Tiger Suplex, slamming Lynx throw a stack of pallets, shattering them!!
Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Connor: Oh my God! Lynx has been driven neck first through a stack of wooden pallets!! I think Triple X may have racked up another injury here, ladies and gentlemen!
Triple X just bails as Lynx is on the ground clutching his neck. Triple X re-enters the building, stammering around and away as he makes his seeming escape. He breathes heavily, his hand close to his face as he tries to leave.
Copeland: He better not be considering running away. It's still Falls Count Anywhere. This isn't over until someone is pinned.
Cohen: How is Lynx supposed to pin him? Triple X injured him. He's out. He's done.
Connor: Then why did Triple X not cover him? Why didn't he just end it there?
Triple X makes his way through the aisle again and yells for the match to be called off repeatedly. He makes it to the Gorilla position and yells at Becky Serra sitting there. She just looks on perplexed. He points at her but suddenly.............
Lynx DASHES in and Spears Triple X through the curtain and out into the entrance way! Keith Morse runs out after them. Lynx mounts Triple X as the crowd cheers the mayhem on. Triple X shoves Lynx off and stumbles down the ramp and ringside, tripping right by the ring. Lynx makes his way after him, holding his neck in pain and reaches for Triple X who hides under the ring. He pulls him out but as he does, Triple X hits him in the head with a trash can. Lynx falls sitting on the ramp, clutching his heavily wounded neck as Triple X tries to drag himself into the ring. He sees Lynx trying to get up and dashes across the ropes. Aiming for a Tope Suicida, he tucks himself to go right through the ropes. But instead, he's met with a trash can to the face. Lynx returning the favor from earlier. Lynx gets in the ring and hits a series of forearms before he hits a Swinging Neckbreaker. He quickly goes to the top rope and flies off with a Knee Drop. He makes the cover, draping his arm over.......... 1........ 2.........3-But Triple X gets the shoulder up. He rolls out of the ring and starts looking under the ring. Lynx clutches his shoulder as he tries to pull himself up with the ropes. Triple X throws a chair into the ring and rolls in. He hits the corner as Lynx seems too busy grabbing his neck to notice.
Copeland: This is what started the situation with these two men. A steel chair and the threat of injury. But I don't think Constantine is in any condition to return the favor after his Hell In A Cell match. This could be very very bad.
Cohen: And you can't stop the match. Anything is legal.
Triple X holds the chair up high to take a swing but Lynx pulls himself up as fast as he can and hits a Kick To The Future, bouncing the chair right into Triple X's face. He crumbles down to the canvas. Lynx also falls down, holding his neck in pain. He drags himself over to the limp Triple X and stands up. he looks over him before he looks at the crowd. Referee Keith Morse just wonders what he plans. Lynx grabs Triple X's arm and locks A Lynx To The Past! He cranks on the arm as Triple X starts to scream out in pain and tries to drag himself to the ropes. He seems just about to make it to the ropes. The referee is right there to see and the arm drops right on the ropes...... And it does nothing. Keith Morse lets Triple X know there is no ropebreak. Lynx adjusts the arm, using the bottom rope to twist the arm even more. Triple X screams loudly in pain and with no way out, he has no choice and taps out.
Harrys: Here is your winner, Lynx!!
Lynx releases the hold as the bell sound, grabbing his neck as attendees run in and put ice on it. Attendees do the same for Triple X's arm as the referee checks on both.
Cohen: Well, everything was legal. We argued about it. I don't like it, but Lynx found a way to win.
Copeland: Having been Suplexed through a stack of palletes, Lynx was able to dig deep and find one opening needed to win here tonight.
Connor: Maybe Triple X will learn to stop trying to injure people after his arm almost got pulled out.
Lynx gets up and gets his arm raised with an ice bag on his neck as Triple X rolls out of the ring with one over his shoulder.
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Vox is walking down the hallway in the backstage area, he has a travel bag draped over his shoulder and he's carrying the Mayhem Title in his other hand. He's weary but freshly showered with mirrored sunglasses on and his hair combed back. He stops when the hulking War Zone steps in his path, the muscular behemoth reaches out and turns the title so it faces him, he nods and takes a determined breath, seemingly making up his mind.
Vox: Uh, excuse me big man. I have to get to my rental car, God bless.
Vox carefully walks around War Zone, the big man hasn't taken his focus off of the title. Vox nearly bumps into Tony Mancini, who gazes at the title with the same hungry expression as War Zone, like a hungry lion with a slab of raw meat within his grasp. Mancini throws a handful of peanuts in his mouth and starts chewing them while switching his gaze to Vox's eyes.
Vox: That looks yummy, if you'll excuse me. I've got to get going.
Mancini swallows then smirks, he steps to one side and raises his arm with his palm extended as if to say, be my guest.
Vox keeps a close eye on him as he shuffles past, he bumps right into a heavy breathing, weary Randy Studd with a white towel draped around his neck and still in his wrestling gear.
Studd: You got lucky tonight Vox, probably as lucky as I'm going to get later on with this hot chick who kept giving me the sex eyes and distracting me during our match. Don't get too comfortable with my title, jerkface. I'll be coming for it, hard.
Vox quickly shuffles around Studd and walks a little quicker down the hall, he takes one last glance behind him to see Mancini, War Zone and Studd all with that same hungry expression on their faces. He turns and gulps, he picks up the Mayhem Title and tucks it a little closer to his chest.
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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall...
Harrys: Introducing first, the challenger, from Southwestern, Puerto Rico, weighing 235 pounds, Matt Tastic!
Emerging from the entrance chute, Matt Tastic methodically walks out onto the stage with his head down and mostly covered by a large hoodie. His face is covered by a black mask, the drawings on it jade green, the trademark colour of Ascension and the domain he seeks to rule after tonight. Tastic begins to walk down the ramp, fans watching in awe, as the WZCW Hall of Famer no longer seeks their total approval. A newly found focus and as he enters the ring, throwing his mask to the side and sitting on the top rope, Tastic merely stares blankly at the referee while he waits.
Copeland: It’s been a long time for Matt Tastic since he has had the opportunity to put a gold belt around his waist. A man who has done it all in WZCW. Tonight, he is seeking to regain the Elite Openweight Championship which he held while under a previous incarnation of the belt, known then as the Elite X Championship. Matt could become one of the few men to hold the title twice.
Connor: The big news right now has to be the voting announcement. This match has swung in the favour of Matt Tastic and the bell hasn’t even rung yet. This is going to be fought under Mayhem Rules and that’s an environment where Tastic has won more titles than any other man in the history of WZCW.
Cohen: Barbaric! These fans should be ashamed of themselves for voting for this kind of match. Matt Tastic said on Ascension that he has scars, he has pains that never stop and memories totally faded because of the punishment he received while competing in Mayhem Rules matches. This is totally unfair to the champion.
Harrys: And now, introducing the champion, from New York, New York, weighing 100 pounds, the reigning WZCW Elite Openweight Champion… Callie Clark!
The lights in the arena dim as Callie Clark steps onto the stage, dressed as Lexa from the 100. With black eye makeup and dressed like a warrior, Clark seems prepared for what awaits her. Still, when the camera zooms in on her face, Clark looks a tad worried about stepping into the world that ended the career of his sister. The champion unclips her title belt, holds it high in the air as she stands on the apron of the ring and shouts taunts towards Tastic, the latter of cause just ignoring it.
Cohen: The finest champion we have in all of WZCW since the fall of Justin Cooper and the rebellion of Titus Avison. I find it hard to support anyone these days because they just break my heart but not this woman. Callie Clark has been at the top of her game since day one. She has had a breakout year here in WZCW since her debut after Kingdom Come 8, only ever been pinned once!
Connor: Clark has been a fine champion and has stepped out of the shadows ever since the retirement of her sister. With all that pressure on her it appears that the young lady has only gotten better with each match. However, we have to wonder how will she adapt to Mayhem Rules against a man who has made his legend in this environment. Callie Clark has never competed in a match like this while Matt Tastic has a record of four Mayhem Championship reigns.
Copeland: She broke the curse. Ever since Austin Reynolds held the belt we hadn’t had a champion successfully defend it. Four other people held the belt, all of them failed to defend it once until Callie Clark got it. Everyone remembers those two classic matches between Callie Clark and Batti a few months ago, they clashed and both times Clark emerged as the winner. Now, this is the biggest stage Clark has ever been on. It’s the biggest opponent she has ever faced. This is the co-main event of the evening, second from the top against the most decorated athlete in the history of WZCW – Callie Clark, this is your time to show the world just how good you truly are!
Both competitors are inside the ring and the referee grabs the Elite Openweight Championship from Callie. He holds it up in the middle of the ring, the crowd cheers as the match is about to begin. The champion is ready to go, bouncing on her feet in one corner while across the ring, Matt Tastic is slumped against the turnbuckle, his head still lowered. It is only after the bell rings does the challenger react.
The bell sounds and immediately a wild brawl erupts between the two competitors. The aggressor is Tastic, the veteran hammering away with clubbing punches and forearms to the back of Clark’s head as she is pushed towards the turnbuckle. With the champion pushed up against the corner, Tastic drives his shoulder into her stomach and does so two more times before backing up. Moments later, Tastic rushes forward and hits a dropkick, knocking Clark through the ring ropes and to the outside of the ring. Amidst a loud reaction from the crowd, Tastic poses in the middle of the ring, signalling that the title is coming back to him. Afterwards, Tastic walks across the ring and leans through the second rope to where Clark had landed, however she is no longer there. While Tastic is looking around for the champion, he is struck in the head with the lid of a trashcan and is sent rolling over into the middle of the ring. Callie Clark emerges from underneath the ring, having hid to surprise the challenger, and she returns with a kendo stick in her hand, along with the trashcan lid which has a massive dent in it.
Stalking the challenger, momentum now in her favour, Clark throws the trashcan lid to the side and grabs the kendo stick with both hands. Tastic is getting to his feet, unaware of what awaits him, and is quickly notified by a hard swing which connects to the rib area. A sharp pain pierces through Tastic’s body as he clutches at his side, Clark strikes the other side just as hard and begins wielding the kendo stick like a trained baseball player. Every inch, every section of unprotected flesh, that’s what Callie Clark is aiming for as she swings the baseball bat. With red marks across his back, Tastic turns to face the champion and gets nailed right between the eyes with a kendo stick shot, breaking the weapon in the process. The first cover of the match occurs as Clark hooks the leg. 1… 2… Kick Out!
Copeland: For someone who never wanted this kind of Mayhem Rules style contest, Clark has embraced he chaos and is using it more effectively than the former Mayhem Champion.
Cohen: She’s a champion we can be proud of, Seabass. Clark has been adapting her entire WZCW career, from the retirement of her sister to being the queen of the Elite Openweight division, Clark has always found a way to advance.
Of course, Clark is the first person to their feet and she grabs Tastic by the arm, pulling him towards the ropes. With a big wind up, Clark slings Tastic across the ring and into the ropes, connecting with the Sling Blade on the rebound. Once more, Clark makes a cover in the middle of the ring. 1… 2… Kick Out! With a burst of aggression, Clark begins hammering away with punches to the head of Matt Tastic, letting out a scream as she does so. The champion then rises and surveys the battleground, her eyes looking at the trashcan lid before she slips to the outside and digs underneath the ring. From underneath the ring, to the roar of the crowd, Clark reveals a table, a ladder, two steel chairs, a trash can, a bag of something, a tool box and a couple of light tubes. With a look of disgust on her face, Clark rolls back underneath the bottom rope with a steel chair in her hand. Tastic begins to push himself off the mat as Clark swings downwards, Tastic rolls out of the way and Clark hits the canvas – hurting her hands in the process. From his back, Tastic throws an upkick and sends the chair flying into Clark’s face!
The champion’s grip on the chair is lost, it goes tumbling to the side, while Tastic rushes up from the canvas and grabs Clark, executing a lariat neckbreaker. No cover is made as instead Tastic picks Callie up, slings him across the ring and on the rebound hits a spinning wheel kick to the head. Now, Matt falls on top of the champion for the cover. 1… 2… Shoulder Up!
Connor: We have yet to really see the master of mayhem go into his own experience. We expected Tastic to be the one to introduce the weapons but it was Callie Clark who went into that world first.
Cohen: What do you expect, CC? Clark knew she’d have to strike first. She has no experience in this field. You have to go for it all before Matt can build some kind of death trap for her.
They may have spoken too soon because while both competitors are on the canvas, Matt turns his head and spots all the weapons sitting just outside of the ring. With a quick look back to Callie, one of surprise almost, perhaps even a hint of respect, Matt rolls towards the tools that made him famous. The ground goes wild as Matt points to each of the weapons before picking up the trashcan and throwing it into the ring. He doesn’t stop there, Matt flips the curtain off the ring and reaches, a few moments pass, until he pulls out yet another kendo stick. Payback, as they say, is a real bitch. Entering the ring, Matt delivers a kick to the stomach against the champion, then nails an uppercut to put her down. Tastic grabs Callie by the hair and pulls her towards the middle of the ring, he looks right at her face before smacking her directly with a forearm. Then, he picks up the trashcan and puts it over the top of her head, the champion is trapped within it.
Quickly, Matt grabs the kendo stick and raises it high in the air. The crowd know what is coming as Matt swings it wildly, smacking off the trashcan and thereby closing in on Callie within it. Tastic continues to pound away at the body and the top of the trashcan, the hits bending the metal and sending those sharp edges towards Callie’s flesh trapped inside. The kendo stick outlives its usefulness soon enough and Matt thereafter rips the trashcan off Clark’s head, and slams it into her back for one last measure. Throwing the trashcan, absolutely destroyed, to the outside of the ring, Matt goes for a cover. 1… 2… Kick Out!
Cohen: Our poor champion is in the ring with a damn maniac! Look at that trashcan, it’s smashed to bits and Clark was trapped inside, probably begging for somebody with a heart to save her.
Copeland: The fans voted and this is the kind of match they want. It’s not pretty wrestling, you will not see headlocks in this match. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mayhem Rules and it’s completely unpredictable. The perfect kind of match for Unscripted.
Stepping over the champion, Matt grabs the steel chair originally introduced by Callie Clark. Slamming it into the mat, the sound echoes throughout the arena, as Clark begins to stand, her face battered and bruised from the last encounter. Matt takes a swing and smashes Clark right in the spine, sending her stumbling into the ropes with a look of agony on her face. The crowd are fully behind Tastic as he takes aim again, this time however Clark digs down deep and out of nowhere counters on an incoming Tastic with a Pele Kick! Right between the eyes, Clark sends Tastic to his knees and follows up Tornado DDT! She hooks the leg for a cover. 1… 2… Kick Out! The champion retreats into a corner, regaining her wits after sustaining a serious beating at the hands of the challenger. It doesn’t take long before Matt Tastic starts to stir and this awakens the champion, Clark senses that she has to put him down soon or risk losing her title forever.
Rolling under the bottom rope, Clark goes over to the mass of weapons she introduced early and heads right for the tool box. Opening it up we find a variety of classic tools but the one Clark grabs is a big metal wrench. Clark climbs the steel steps and enters the ring, the weapon in her hand. She grabs Matt by the arm and pulls over towards a corner of the ring. A sharp elbow connects from the champion, a way to get the challenger blurry. Then, Clark swings the wrench directly for the head but Matt gets his arm up! It hurts like hell however Matt stops it from cracking his skull and is able to push Clark backwards, and deliver a standing enzuigiri.
Copeland: Oh my word, Callie Clark just attempted to crack the skull of Matt Tastic. He may have a broken forearm after blocking that wrench.
Connor: Both these competitors are going to the most violent parts of their mind to try and win this contest. That’s how much they want it. Sacrificing their bodies to capture the WZCW Elite Openweight Championship.
Matt is back to his feet first and he picks Callie up, kicking her in the stomach before executing a vertical suplex. Basic wrestling, rare in a match like this but Tastic uses it mainly to get a moment for him afterwards where he can check out his left arm. Barely able to move it, pain all the way up and a burning sensation now beginning to grow for the challenger. The suplex doesn’t keep Callie down for long as she begins to stand, Matt approaches and gets a thumb right to the eye for his troubles. Thereafter, Callie grabs the steel chair laying in the ring and strikes Matt in the back with it – sending him stumbling to the outside of the ring. Clark throws the chair down with a bang, her legs pumping as she sprints from one side of the ring to the other and flies through the ropes – SUICIDE DIVE! The move connects perfectly, Matt is crushed underneath the weight of the champion and for the most part was unaware due to his vision being impaired by the thumb to the eye previously.
Everyone is down for a few moments while the crowd cheers like crazy. Clark begins to stir and starts crawling towards the steel chairs. Inching closer she feels Matt grab her leg, the champion looks over her shoulder and boots him directly in the face, freeing herself to continue. Clark stands up and dislodges the steel steps from their normal position, pulling them to the side a little more and then returns to the challenger. They slug it out, Clark targets the left arm of Matt and gets the better, twisting it to control his movement and brings him over to the steps. She applies a side headlock, points at the steps and runs with Matt under her control and nails the running bulldog right onto the steel steps, Matt’s face bouncing off the steel. With the ability to make a cover not available on the outside, Clark works hard to drag Matt over to the apron as quickly as possible, rolling him underneath the ring and pushing him towards the middle. Due to the amount of time that has passed, Clark doesn’t go straight for a cover but instead ascends a nearby turnbuckle and leaps into the air – SPIRAL TAP! With a hook of the leg, Clark believes she has it won. 1… 2… Shoulder Up!
Cohen: No! I thought Callie had the damn thing won. She hit the spiral tap but Matt got the shoulder up at the last second. Geez, I thought for sure she’d escaped this hell on earth with the title belt.
Copeland: With all heard the impact of that vicious running bulldog onto the steel steps, she couldn’t make a cover so she threw Tastic back into the ring like a veteran. We all saw Matt moving around, Clark realised that any cover at that point was be for nothing so she went to one of her strongest attacking moves. Great strategy by the young champion.
Shock is the only way to describe the look on Clark’s face. Turning to the referee, Clark begins to plead her case that this has to be over. She is at her breaking point, enough time has been spent in this horrid match type. Standing up, Clark surveys the ring and ponders her next move. It is here she remembers that a table is siting just outside the ring so Callie goes and gets it, sliding it underneath the bottom rope. While she sets the table up, Callie keeps an eye on Matt who looks exhausted and in a tremendous amount of pain, especially that left arm. More might be on the way as Clark grabs the challenger and delivers another Sling Blade. That’s two in this match, and afterwards she pushes him over into a cover, slapping her face with a hard right. Clark escapes to the outside once again, this time picking up two of the light tubes and rolling back into the ring.
Matt is still leaning against the turnbuckle while Callie sets things up in the middle of the ring, the light tubes to the side as she positions the table. When she turns around, Matt explodes out of the corner and springboards off the ropes into the air and smacks the champion across the jaw with a flying sidekick – Flying Power Kick! The fans erupt, the ring is filled with pure mayhem, the champion is down and the challenger is on one knee, gaining his thoughts. Slowly, Matt looks up and can sense that the end is near. He pushes the table around a little and then grabs one of the light tubes. Placing it on the ground, Matt steps directly in the middle of it, shattering the object into a million pieces and sending broken glass all over the place.
Connor: I’m surprised Matt didn’t break that light tube over the head of Callie Clark. He must have something else in mind. Just look at all that broken glass. It’s all in a single pile.
Cohen: I’m going to be sick watching this!
Grabbing the champion, Matt positions them right above the broken glass and goes for his trademark Face Explosion onto the glass! The snap falling facebuster is countered by Clark, she spins out of it and hooks him into position for the Lights Out! The challenger wriggles free, escaping and hits a forearm with the bad arm! Matt screams in pain but remains focused, Outlaw Star (Pop-Up Gutbuster) onto the freaking broken glass! The shriek of pain, horror and agony from Clark is piercing to the ears of everyone in the arena and watching live at home. Her back is now home to shards of broken glass and worst of all, Tastic goes for a cover. 1… 2... Kick Out! It’s not clear if it was a kick out because of the count or if Clark was just in such a state of shock, glass penetrating her back, that she got a shoulder of the mat.
Nevertheless, Matt Tastic is in firm control as he brushes away a few bits of glass that stuck into him. He climbs to the top rope, taking his time to do so from exhaustion and the devastation of this Mayhem Rules match. The crowd are standing, Tastic reaches the top rope and looks ready to fly with the Frog Splash. Suddenly, the referee tumbles into the ropes and knocks Matt off balance! Matt is crotched on the top rope, the referee is horrified by what he did and he looks back to see Callie Clark on one knee, fighting to her feet, with a look of rage on her face.
Copeland: Callie Clark shoved the referee into the ropes! Matt Tastic had it won! I cannot believe what I’ve just seen.
Cohen: The pain of the glass piercing her body was a wakeup call, Seabass. It kickstarted her adrenaline and now she is pissed.
Clark staggers forward, the referee furious with her shoving him, and picks up the other light tube in the ring. With a hard swing, Callie breaks it over the head of Matt Tastic and that knocks him off the top rope onto the canvas below. She falls into a cover, and for the win. 1… 2… Kick Out! This is not over yet! Having to use the ropes to stand up, Clark gets back to a vertical base and kicks some of the broken glass away. Looking around the ring, Clark spots the table and moves to act now. Matt tries to put up some resistance but Clark slaps at his left arm, gaining control and brings over to the table. Tastic is placed on top of it, a few right hands from Clark are delivered to make sure he stays in place before she turns back to the turnbuckle. The Calliesault (Best Moonsault Ever) is coming, she places her hands on the ropes and is about to go… then she sees the ladder on the outside.
A roar from the crowd begins, Clark stops herself and with a look of intensity exits the ring. The ladder is heavy, Clark has been beaten just as badly as her opponent and it takes all her strength to move the ladder into the ring. From there, Callie sets it up near the table, Matt still hasn’t move and the champion begins to climb high. The entire arena is standing as the Elite Openweight Champion is near the top rung of the ladder, looking back over her shoulder down below at Matt Tastic laying prone on the table. She had prepared for it before but this time, Callie goes for it – Calliesault from the top of the ladder!
Connor: She got it! She got it! Calliesault from the top of the damn ladder and she nailed it.
Cohen: That table is broken in half, CC. I don’t think either Callie or Matt are ever going to be the same after that move.
Copeland: No, look at the wreckage! Matt Tastic move out of the way! We’ve got to get a replay of this, ladies and gentlemen. On first glance it looked like Callie Clark hit Matt Tastic with a Calliesault off the top of a ladder but I believe, and the replays are showing, that Matt rolled off the table as she jumped.
Our lead commentator has it right, Callie Clark did jump but Matt wasn’t there. Rolling to safety just seconds before impact, Matt is able to crawl through the wreckage and drag Callie Clark’s body out of it. She went straight through the table and smashed hard against the canvas. Matt doesn’t hit another move, he simply shoves bits of the table away and hooks a leg for the cover. 1… 2… 3!
Cohen: Somebody get the paramedics out here to check on the Elite Openweight Champion. Callie Clark could be seriously injured, just like her sister, after crashing and burning. I knew she shouldn’t have ever been put in this situation. I hope these savages, the fans, are freaking happy with what they’ve seen tonight.
Copeland: That would be former champion, Jack. Callie Clark has been defeated and Matt Tastic, the most decorated professional wrestler in the history of WZCW, has regained championship gold. This is the first time he has been a champion since the days of Live Mas back in 2015.
Harrys: Here is your winner and the NEW WZCW Elite Openweight Champion, Matt Tastic!
Connor: An outstanding match between these two. They threw everything at each other. I think these fans made a great decision by making this a Mayhem Rules match.
Inside the ring, Matt Tastic is handed the WZCW Elite Openweight Championship for the second time in his career. His body is bruised but once again, Matt Tastic has reached the top of the mountain. Stumbling out of the ring, Tastic makes his way up the ramp, his focus not on the fans but on his achievement tonight. He holds the title belt close before clipping it around his waist and disappearing through the curtain. Meanwhile, Callie Clark remains out cold, paramedics rushing to the ring to help the now former champion.
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Kenneth Banks walks down the ramp, and over to the timekeeper area. He has private area set up for him directly behind the barricade, so that he can watch the next match.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen. It is now time for the main event. This tag team match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WZCW Eurasian Championship!
Harrys: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Big Bad Roady and Andrew Adonis, weighing a combined 440 pounds, Mark Keaton and Xander LeBelle... Vis Imperium!
Mark Keaton makes his way out to the ramp with a big sneer on his face. Big Bad Roady follows him and yells at people to show respect. LeBelle and Adonis emerge a few moments later, all four men standing confidently as the crowd offers them a chorus of boos. Together, united as one, Vis Imperium makes their way down to the ring.
Copeland: With a new world champion having been crowned earlier this evening, what must those two be thinking after that pep talk from Justin Cooper?
Cohen: It’s a do or die situation here tonight, Seabass. I guarantee it. A lot of people want to see Tyrone Blades gone from this company, but even more want to see Vis Imperium disband.
Connor: Option B certainly is the favorite, but what if fans vote on Blades career being placed on the line? It would be a huge victory for Vis if they can take out both Hollow Ones here tonight.
Harrys: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 450 pounds, the team of WZCW Hall of Famers Tyrone Blades and the WZCW Eurasian Champion, Titus Avison!
Blades and Titus enter together. They receive a standing ovation as they make their way down the ramp. Titus holds up his title, and screams “two years!” Tyrone glares at Vis Imperium, and is already talking shit. Blades slides into the ring under the bottom rope, while Titus climbs the steps and enters through the middle. They meet in the middle of the ring, and bump fists with each other as they stare down their opponents.
The score for the stipulations are shown on the tron…
Cohen: Told you…
Connor: I say this possess another question, would Keaton or LeBelle turn on each other for the chance to win the Eurasian title, or do they remain loyal to Vis Imperium.
Cohen: What kind of question is that, Cat? Of course, these guys are going to remain loyal to the cause. They are like brothers. The bond they share is much deeper than that of the Hollow Ones. Just a few weeks ago Blades and Titus were battling it out just like any other competitors. Every title has changed hands so far tonight and I know we are finally going to see the Eurasian Championship change hands after two years.
Mark Keaton is starting for his team, as Titus and Blades talk things over in their corner. Titus mouths “I got this” and slaps his partner playfully on the chest. Blades returns the gesture, as Titus moves to the center of the ring. The crowd is already solidly behind the Hollow Ones. Referee Akiyama holds the Eurasian title belt above his head, before signaling for the bell.
Titus is eager to start, and begs Mark to lock up with him, but the Remarkable one stalls. He tentatively locks up with the Keystone native, and Titus quickly grabs a headlock. He takes Keaton over to the mat, and applies pressure. Mark quickly begins to get to his feet, but Titus flips him over his shoulder and begins slapping the back of his head. Keaton recovers and scurries away. Titus mocks him, and boots him in the face. He drags his opponent to his feet, while holding a front facelock, and quickly drives Keaton back first into the turnbuckle. He assaults the man with a European uppercut. And then other. And then a third, until Keaton is feeling woozy. Titus grabs him and whips him across the ring and into the adjacent turnbuckle, and follows him in with a running clothesline. He drops Keaton with a swinging neckbreaker, before pushing him back towards his corner, and tags in Blades. The ex-occultist swiftly enters the ring and begins pounding away on Keaton in the corner. He chokes him against the ropes with his boot, as the referee delivers a warning. Blades slaps him, taunting him. “This is what ya wanted, right!” He lifts Keaton to his feet, and drives him face first into the middle turnbuckle. He collapses to the ground in a heap, as Blades measures him. He sprints to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and nails Keaton in the back of the head with a running stomp. He tags Titus back into the match. The Eurasian champion grabs Keaton out of the corner, and nails a northern lights suplex, but instead of bridging, he keeps him arms locked. Titus rolls through, and hits another suplex, this time with a bridge, and makes the first cover…
But Keaton quickly kicks out.
Copeland: Fierce, quick attacks from the Hollow Ones right out of the gate. They aren’t showing any mercy tonight.
Cohen: Blades wouldn’t have any mercy even if his career weren’t on the line.
Connor: Keaton and LeBelle wanted this match. They agreed to it. Certainly, they were expecting Blades and Titus to do their worst.
Titus locks in a sleeper hold, and starts to wear Keaton down even further. The self-styled Rockstar flips him off, taking Titus down to the mat. He recovers, only to be met with a body slam. Keaton grabs Titus in front face lock and pushes him back towards his corner, and tags in LeBelle. Keaton holds Titus against the turnbuckle, as Xander delivers a stiff shot to his ribs. Titus screams in pain, as LeBelle pummels him in the corner. The veteran is trapped. LeBelle grabs Titus, and pushes him face first into the top turnbuckle. He follows that up with a stiff looking elbow to the back of his head. He smashes his forearm into Titus’ lower back repeatedly, and then tags Keaton back into the ring. Keaton grabs Titus from the corner, and hits a side suplex. He applies a headlock and starts to wear Titus down. Tyrone cheers his partner on, as Titus draws strength from the fans. He slowly begins to get to his feet, and elbows Keaton in the ribs. He responds by cutting off Titus’ momentum with a stiff shot to the gut. Keaton grabs his opponent’s tights with his right arm, while secretly choking him with his left. Akiyama commands him to release Titus’ tights, but doesn’t see the choke. Keaton turns, keeping the legal maneuver out of sight, while Titus gasps for air. The crowd is booing, practically pelting the ring with trash in protest of this madness. Finally, the ref sees the choke, and forces Keaton to break the hold. He hoists Titus up, and nails a backbreaker. He makes a cover, draping the left side of his body across Titus, while punching him in the ribs repeatedly with his right fist.
But Titus gets the shoulder up.
Copeland: What a cowardly display from Keaton. Does he plan on breaking every single rule in the book tonight?
Connor: Keaton might start a riot here tonight.
Cohen: I haven’t seen a play like that one in years. I wonder whose tapes he’s been watching? Either that, or he’s a genius at breaking the rules.
Keaton whips Titus into his corner, and follows him in with a spear to the gut. He tags in LeBelle again. Xander hits two knife edged chops, the sound echoing through the arena. He then slaps Titus hard across the chest, as the hall of famer collapses to his knees. The opportunistic wrestler drags Titus out of the corner and locks in a sleeper hold, trying to do as much damage as he can. “This isn’t about the Eurasian title, this is about survival!” he screams, as Titus begins to turn red. Summoning strength, he flips LeBelle over his shoulder and onto the mat, and tries to dive to his partner, but Xander cuts him off with a boot to the face. His takes Titus over, and plants him on the mat with a Butterfly suplex. Not satisfied, he floors Titus with a reverse STO and then applies a koji clutch. LeBelle wraps his leg around his opponent’s neck, and his arms around Titus’ head. Titus looks out of it, as LeBelle attempts to suck the rest of the life away. With the fans cheering him on, Titus gathers strength once more, showing off his famous tenacity that has brought him so much success over the years. He slowly gets to his knees and begins to drag LeBelle’s body backwards towards the ropes, despite his opponent’s best efforts to keep him sedated. He finally manages to get his foot underneath the bottom rope, as the referee forces LeBelle to break the hold. Xander looks pissed. He grabs Titus and pulls him away from the ropes, and promptly hits a snap DDT. He makes a cover…
But Titus kicks out. LeBelle slams his fists into the mat in frustration, wondering just what he needs to put Titus away. He pulls Titus’ practically limp body to its feet, and begins to push him backwards towards his corner. But in a last-ditch effort to save himself, the wily veteran rakes LeBelle’s eyes and plants his head into the canvas with a DDT of his own. Both men begin to stir, as Titus begins to crawl to his corner. Tryone Blades is fired up, and ready to unleash hell on Earth. Against his better judgement, LeBelle grabs ahold of Titus’ leg and attempts to drag him backwards, but Titus kicks him away. Xander flies backwards as Titus manages to make it to his corner, tagging in Blades as the crowd roars. The Hollow One explodes forward, knocking down LeBelle with a running high knee. He dashes forward and knocks Keaton off the apron, before turning his attention to the legal man. He floors LeBelle with a hook kick, before grabbing him and nailing him with a double armed backbreaker. Instead of trying to go for a pin, he decides to let Xander suffer, and applies a submission hold by using his knee as leverage. Xander cries out in pain, but Keaton dives into the ring and breaks the hold, going right after Blades. He attempts to whip the former world champion into the ropes, but Blades counters and plants him with the Mo Murda facebreaker DDT! Keaton rolls out of the ring, as the referee tries to regain order. LeBelle attacks Blades from behind, and whips him forward into the ropes, but he’s met with a springboard flash kick for his troubles. Blades is fired up, and yells at the crowd. He smashes LeBelle with another hook kick, before dragging his body towards the ropes. He dangles him upside down feet first from the ropes, and nails him with the Desolate Roads DDT. He goes for a cover…
But Xander kicks out!
Copeland: Blades has got LeBelle on the ropes! He charged in like a madman, and cleaned house. Titus showed how much guts he has, by being able to fight off LeBelle for so long.
Cohen: Titus should be disqualified for using illegal maneuvers.
Connor: Huh? Keaton and LeBelle used them first. Titus is simply giving them a taste of their own medicine. Titus and Blades aren’t “good guys.” They are just as dangerous as Vis Imperium.
He lifts Xander off the mat and whips him into the opposing corner, and follows him in with a flying clothesline. Blades turns to Titus and asks if he’s recovered, who nods, so Blades quickly tags him in. The superhero from Keystone quickly begins to work over LeBelle with body shots and stomps, before tagging out to Blades who does the same thing. Tyrone lifts the former Elite open champion up onto the top turnbuckle and begins to climb. In a risky maneuver, he locks his arms around Xander’s body and throws him from the top rope with a straight jacket suplex! LeBelle hits the mat hard, and bounces off it like a rubber ball. Tyrone doesn’t go for any type of pin. Instead he swiftly grabs LeBelle, and plants him hard with the Mo Murda! This time he makes a cover…
But Xander kicks out! Tyrone continues the assault, targeting his opponents lower back that he damaged earlier, stomping his boot into LeBelle’s kidney’s. The smaller man winches in pain, as Tyrone drives him across his knee with another backbreaker, and applies another submission. LeBelle struggles against his opponent’s grip on his face, as he drives his knee into the side of his head. He repeats the process, and quickly breaks the hold. He twists Tyrone’s arm, and bends it behind his shoulder at a weird angle, before applying a wristlock. He then takes down to the mat with an arm drag takedown, and applies an armbar. Tyrone quickly counters and gets to his feet, but LeBelle pushes him back towards the ropes, forcing a break from the referee. Xander puts his hands up, before thrusting his palm into Blades throat, causing the former world champion to buckle against the ropes. He grabs his head, and throws the larger man into the opposite turnbuckle, stunning him. LeBelle thrusts his knee into Tyrone’s gut several times, before tagging in Mark Keaton. The former tag champion, wastes no time showboating. He grabs Tyrone’s head, and pulls him towards the center. Keaton places him into a powerbomb position, and lifts him high into the air, before dropping him down on his head with a vicious piledriver. With Blades knocked senseless, Keaton applies a single leg Boston crab, targeting his opponents knee. Tyrone quickly begins to pull himself towards the ropes, but Keaton breaks the hold and boots him in the back of the head. Keaton stomps on Tyrone’s knee, before dragging him back towards the corner. He wraps Tyrone’s knee around the bottom rope, as the referee commands him to stop and gives him a five count. He tags out to LeBelle, who repeats the process, as Keaton stomps on Tyrone’s knee from the outside apron. Keaton drops down to the floor, and pulls Tyrone’s body towards the turnbuckle. He slams Blades knee across the turnbuckle pole, as the referee tries to regain order. Keaton ties Blades legs around the turnbuckle, and applies a Figure 4 leglock, using the pole as leverage. Titus drops down from his apron, and runs around to make the save, but LeBelle cuts him off. The two men have a stare down, as the ref administers a five count. Keaton breaks the illegal hold, climbs back onto the apron, and tags himself in. The damage looks to be done, as Tyrone can barely walk.
Copeland: Tyrone Blades has been taking a savage beating so far, as Keaton and Blades have been successful in keeping him isolated from his partner.
Connor: Both teams have the same strategy in mind: isolate one of their opponents and wear him down. We saw Blades targeting LeBelle’s back, while LeBelle and Keaton have been targeting Tyrone’s knee.
Cohen: It’s sound strategy. A bad knee takes away half of Blades offense, and with Keaton doing half the work it allows LeBelle to rest in between.
Keaton drags Tyrone away from the turnbuckle, and drops an elbow inside his lower groin area, before wrenching back on his knee. Blades cries out in pain, as Keaton continues to target the knee. He drags the Hollow One away from the ropes, and reapplies the Figure 4 leglock. Tyrone struggles against the pain, and tries to drag himself towards the ropes, but finds he doesn’t have enough strength to pull his opponent. He begins to draw strength from the crowd, who begin to chant his name. Their cries echoing through the arena. Titus stomps on the apron, willing his partner on. With a mighty surge of adrenaline, Tyrone manages to flip his opponent over, reversing the pressure of the hold. Keaton has this scouted, and rolls through the hold, putting the pressure back on Blades. But the hall of famer’s instincts takes over, and he rolls through once more, leaving Keaton trapped. The Remarkable one cries out in pain, as Blades attempts to inflict as much damage as possible. Sensing the danger, LeBelle comes to his partners aid. He enters the ring and breaks the hold. Seeing this, Titus tries to enter as well, but the referee stops him. Both men are down. Keaton decides that he doesn’t want to try and expend the energy to stop Blades, and begins to crawl towards his partner, leaving Blades by himself. Tyrone begins to crawl towards his corner, struggling, reaching for his partners hand. Both men manage to tag out at the same time, and Titus leaps into action. He meets LeBelle head on, ducking underneath a haymaker, and landing several European uppercuts. He pushes his opponent back towards the ropes before whipping him across the ring. LeBelle hits the adjacent ropes, and Titus meets him with strike to the gut, flipping him over. Titus follows that up with a knee drop. Keaton tries to get involved, and enters the ring illegally, but he’s met with a spinning heel kick for his troubles. LeBelle recovers, but Titus stuns him with a Kesagiri chop to the head, before planting him hard with a DDT. And Titus is fired up!
Copeland: Titus gets the hot tag, and listen to that ovation! LeBelle is down. Keaton is down. And Banks is livid on the outside.
Cohen: Vis Imperium better do something and quick. If Titus gets up a head of steam they are finished.
Connor: And let’s not forget how tough Blades is. He managed to fight off their onslaught just enough to get to his partner, and shift the tides of this match.
He measures LeBelle, and tries to hit his finishing maneuver, but LeBelle counters and hits a STO. He tries to capitalize, but a now recovered Blades enters the ring illegally himself. He decks LeBelle, and whips him shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle. Keaton enters the ring, and tackles Blades to the outside. Keaton and Blades brawl on one side of the ring, while LeBelle falls out of the ring to the floor on the other. Big Bad Roady is there to help him to his feet. Titus sees this and quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle. He waits for the pair to stabilize, before launching himself off the top rope, and taking both out on the outside with a flying dive! On the other side, Tyrone’s leg has given out, costing him the upper hand in his brawl against Keaton. The younger competitor capitalizing on the injury by throwing his injured senior into the steel steps. He enters the ring, and begins to brawl with Titus. They trade a volley of jabs and chops before Keaton rakes Titus in the eye, and then knees him with a low looking shot to the groin, cutting of the Eurasian champion’s momentum. The referee determines that the shot was legal, as Keaton picks up the hall of famer and positions him for his final blow. Titus floats over Keaton’s shoulder mid move, and swiftly delivers the Tit Drop! He tries to make a cover, but the referee informs him that Keaton is not the legal man. Titus curses and stands, but is met with a boot to the face from a now recovered Xander LeBelle. Xander measures Titus and nails him with The Rose’s Thorn curb stomp! He makes the cover…
But Tyrone Blades saves his partner, and breaks up the pin. Keaton moves to intercept, but a Pentagon driver turns him inside out. The referee finally restores order to the match, leaving LeBelle and Titus as the legal men. Titus reaches out and tags in Blades. LeBelle tries to the same, but realizes in horror that his Vis Imperium stablemate hasn’t completely recovered yet. Blades nails the smaller man with a running high knee, and quickly follows that up with a hook kick. Not wasting any time, he measures his opponent and hits the Click Clack! The superkick nearly caving in LeBelle’s face, before the running knee looks to have knocked him out cold. Tyrone makes the cover…
But Big Bad Roady pulls the referee out of the ring.
Copeland: And Keaton’s lackey pulls the referee out of the ring. He shouldn’t even be out here. Why is here?
Cohen: He may be a big bumbling fool, Seabass, but he’s proven himself useful so far.
Connor: I don’t think Titus and Blades even factored in Big Bad Roady. Murphy's law has been kicking their butts.
Cohen: Murphy has been kicking Vis Imperium in the butt, too. Cooper is no longer the champ. Keaton and LeBelle must win here, or else they are done.
Blades curses up a storm, but doesn’t see Keaton creeping up behind him. Keaton kicks Tyrone’s knee out from underneath him, as he and LeBelle drag the former world champion towards the opposite corner, while Roady argues with Titus and the referee. LeBelle tags in Keaton. He lifts Blades up on his shoulders and spins him around in the air. He repeats the process at least a half-dozen times, before slamming Blades down with a Samoan drop. He signals for the end and locks in the Canadian Clutch! Blades is fading fast in the body scissors, and has nowhere to go. Sensing the danger, and knowing that his partner would never surrender, Titus enters the ring and kicks Keaton in the head, causing him to release the hold. Xander LeBelle curses at him, but Titus shouts back. He wasn’t going to play fair. Screw playing fair. This was war. Keaton grabs Blades, and applies a front face lock, looking to hit his finisher, but just like Titus, Blades manages to counter the maneuver. But unlike his partner, he doesn’t have the same luck. His knee buckles and he collapses to the mat. Keaton grabs him, and in one swift motion hits the Voltron Suplex! He makes the cover…
But Tyrone Blades kicks out! Keaton is beside himself. As is Xander LeBelle and Kenneth Banks on the outside. The Remarkable one pounds his fists into the mat, and begins to argue with referee Akiyama. LeBelle joins the fray; sticking up for his stablemate. The senior ref quickly restores order once more, as Keaton looks to put the final nail in Blades coffin. He grabs the injured man and pulls him to his feet, but with a surge of energy, Blades counters and hits an enziguri, knocking Keaton temporarily loopy. Titus stretches out his hand, urging his partner forward. Keaton is in no man’s land on the other side; half a ring away from his partner. With one last surge of adrenaline, Blades makes the tag. Titus slingshots himself over the top rope and immediately starts pummeling Keaton with rights and lefts. Showing surprising ring awareness, Keaton backs away to the turnbuckle and forces a break. The two men go to lock up, and Keaton tries to cheat to get the upper hand, but Titus has him well scouted and beats him at his own game by jamming his thumb into his eye. He grabs a side headlock and hits his opponent with a springboard bulldog. Titus floats behind him and applies an ankle lock. Keaton writhes in pain, and tries to pull himself forward, but Titus has the hold clamped on. Keaton starts to crawl forward, but Titus quickly pulls him back towards the center of the ring. Titus screams at his to tap, threatening to break his ankle, but Keaton refuses. In a last-ditch effort to save himself, he manages to turn his body and kicks himself free. Wasting no time, he half hobbles, half crawls to his corner and through gritted teeth tags in his partner.
Copeland: And now it’s Titus showing no mercy! We heard him, ‘this is war.’ There more at stake here than simply his Eurasian title. That was a stipulation that Banks added to humiliate these two.
Cohen: I’d say he gave them a fair chance, Seabass. Banks could have placed Titus in a handicap match with the title on the line, but instead he gave him a partner. He could have gone over Tyrone Blades head and placed his career on the line, but he let the fans decide the fate of this match.
Connor: Well Mr. Banks is doing an awfully good job at not being able to keep his emotions in check. We can play “could have’s” all day, but right now Vis Imperium is in trouble.
Copeland: Tyrone Blades showing how resilient he can be, kicking out of Mark Keaton’s best shot. Vis Imperium is clearly beside themselves.
LeBelle enters the ring as Titus eyes him. The two men circle each other and exchange taunts, before locking up. Titus grabs a side headlock and pulls LeBelle forward, dragging him on the canvas. He keeps the hold wrenched in, wearing down his slightly smaller opponent. Titus backs himself against the ropes as LeBelle launches him forwards. Titus runs, and bounces against the adjacent ropes, but LeBelle drops down and then leap frogs over him. Titus bounces off the ropes again, and LeBelle jumps to hit him with a dropkick, but Titus has the maneuver scouted and rolls underneath him. He grabs LeBelle and takes him to the mat with a hip toss, and follows that up with a hurricarana. Titus plays to the crowd once more. He measures Xander, and looks to hit his finisher, but LeBelle suddenly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Keaton meets him and the two men regroup on the outside. Neither man see the blur that is Titus as he runs, bounces off the ropes, and hurls himself through the middle ropes, taking out both men. Titus tosses Xander back into the ring, and turns to give Banks the middle finger. He grabs LeBelle and plants him with a DDT. He stands; measuring his opponent. He kicks LeBelle in the gut and delivers the Tit Drop!
But Big Bad Roady saves the match for his team once again! Having finally had enough of the meddling giant, Tyrone Blades hops down off his apron, and moves in like a hungry shark towards his position. He takes down the big man at the knee and boots him in the head. He moves and grabs a chair from the timekeeper’s arena. He shoots Banks a glare, but doesn’t try to attack him. He quickly pummels the big man with brutal chair shots, until Mark Keaton comes to his friend’s aid. With Roady taken out, Keaton and Blades resume their brawl from either, leaving Titus and LeBelle alone in the ring. Titus grabs LeBelle and plants him with a body slam. He drags his opponents body over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. All eyes in the arena are on Titus as he stands on the top turnbuckle. With one last leap of faith he jumps off and nails the Red Comet! Seconds later a sickening thud can be heard, as Blades sends Keaton crashing against the barricade on the outside! Tyrone looks back, Titus rolls off LeBelle clutching his stomach and rolls towards their corner. Quickly, Tyrone hurries as best he can to the apron and gets the tag. He waits as LeBelle, clearly in a whole other world, staggers to his feet and gets nailed with a superkick! Tyrone points at him "Click" and then charges forward, delivering a stiff knee to the jaw. Tyrone rolls over and makes the cover, his eyes on Mr. Banks as he mouths the word "Clack" while the referee makes the count.
Harrys: Here are your winners by pinfall, Tyrone Blades, and still the WZCW Eurasian champion, Titus Avison!
Copeland: Titus has won! Tyrone has won! It’s over! It’s over! Vis Imperium is history! The Euravison era continues!
Cohen: And of course, Blades snapped. That madman fought and beat down two men despite an injured knee. This whole match was rigged against Vis Imperium from the start. Putting Keaton and LeBelle against two Hall of Famers. Of course, they were going to lose. Do something Banks! Overturn this!
Connor: One thing that can be said for Keaton and LeBelle is that they tried to make this work. Neither of them turned on the other in the end. You must respect that.
The fans are overjoyed, pyro is going off all around the arena and in the wave of celebration the camera cuts to a shot of Mr. Banks dashing towards the barricade. The Owner of WZCW is looking to get out of town now that his hired guns are no longer permitted to be associated with each other. He reaches the barricade, gets a leg over but is pulled back and tossed to the ground. Tyrone Blades is right there, standing over Mr. Banks and using both hands, pulls Banks off the ground and throws him towards the ring.
Cohen: This isn’t right! Somebody stop this madness. That’s the owner of this company.
Copeland: This is over a year’s worth turmoil coming to an end. I don’t think anybody is going to get in Tyrone’s way tonight.
Total fear appears on the face of Banks as he pleads with Tyrone to have mercy. The Owner of WZCW is on his knees inside the ring and is nearly crying as Blades steps onto the apron. His eyes burning a hole through Banks as he enters the ring and circles his target. Meanwhile, Titus is standing on the outside of the ring watching as the former members of Vis Imperium flee away from ringside. Leaving Banks to pay for his sins and denouncing any ties they could possibly have to him.
Then, Banks begins to stand up whilst pleading his case. His eyes are watering, his hands shaking as he tries to explain to Tyrone that everything is settled. He’ll leave him alone but after a year’s worth of battling back and forth, Tyrone is having none of it as he strikes Banks with a thunderous right hand. The fans explode as Tyrone grabs Banks by the collar, pulling him up and punching him directly in the face again. A third connects, Tyrone has him by the tie now and is smashing him with the stiffest punches you’ve ever seen. Then, Tyrone yanks the tie forward and nearly takes Banks’ head off with a hard lariat.
Connor: A year he has waited for this! Tyrone Blades and Mr. Banks have been fighting this war for over a year and finally, we’ve seen it end and now Tyrone is taking out his frustrations.
Copeland: This crowd are cheering louder than I’ve ever heard. Just imagine the emotions running through Tyrone’s body right now. After everything he has been through at the hands of Mr. Banks.
Cohen: Look! Reinforcements are coming down the entrance ramp. Thank heavens! Mr. Banks is saved.
Unfortunately for Mr. Banks, they are not reinforcements. Nearly the entire roster heads out to surround the ring while Tyrone Blades slings Mr. Banks around the ring and beats the living hell out of him. Various submissions moves are applied, including an awfully painful looking ankle lock which has Banks tapping furiously. The arrival of the other wrestlers catches the attention of Tyrone and he stops, looking towards them all and is shocked to see them all applauding him. The likes of Batti, Vox, Tony Mancini, Wren, Eve Taylor, Constantine, Ace Stevens, Yemrez Reqonic and Lynx are all at ringside and offering their support.
Banks, having been beaten from pillar to post, attempts to escape by rolling to the outside. Immediately, he is at the feet of Batti and she shakes his head, slapping Banks across the face before throwing him right back into the ring. Tyrone takes a moment to soak the moment in and just watches as Banks tries several more escape routes but each time he is attacked by the wrestlers and thrown right back into the ring.
Copeland: WZCW has come together to put an end to Vis Imperium and now Mr. Banks is getting a lesson that his dictatorship will no longer be tolerated.
Connor: This is the beginning of a new era in WZCW.
Banks’ clothes have been torn, his face has been cut by the bare knuckle punches he took from Tyrone and the cut drips from above his eye, leaving a red trail of blood. Once again, Banks looks up at Tyrone and tries to beg for mercy, however Tyrone superkicks him right in the jaw before a single word can be uttered. Banks collapses backwards and screams out in pain, the fans in awe as Tyrone stalks his prey. From outside the ring, Titus enters the ring once again and comes with a gift. The crowd rises, the wrestlers all watch with excitement as Titus hands Tyrone Blades his trademark black baseball bat.
The bat drags along the surface of the canvas as Tyrone approaches Mr. Banks. He squats down, getting closer to Banks and places the tip of the baseball bat underneath the billionaire’s chin. Slowly, Blades stands and keeps the baseball bat in position which forces Banks to rise also. The Owner of WZCW is in bad shape, his legs shaking, blood dripping now from above his eye. Tyrone stands across from Banks, the only two in the ring, everything goes silent for a moment and then Tyrone Blades cracks Mr. Banks across the head with the baseball bat, knocking him out cold and to the canvas for the final time.
Copeland: He said he’d make Banks taste the baseball bat and he delivered on that promise!
Cohen: The inmates are running the damn asylum, Seabass!
Connor: What a night this has been ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us at Unscripted. Vis Imperium has been dethroned. Mr. Banks has been taken out and I suspect it’ll be the last we see of him on television for many months. This has been a huge night in WZCW history, thank you for being part of it!
The final words from our announcers are spoken and the final images of the night that changed WZCW history forever are shown. Standing inside the ring, Mr. Banks remains down and out cold with blood on his face, a black baseball bat next to him. Tyrone Blades exits the ring, walking through the wrestlers and jumps the barricade to leave through the fans. The final shot of Unscripted is of Tyrone Blades, looking back towards the ring, a smile appearing on his face, and then we fade to black.
Last edited by Da Prophet : 11-24-2017 at 08:22 PM.
World Title: Justin Cooper © vs. Constantine - Hell in a Cell - Jeff
Elite Openweight Title: Callie Clark © vs. Matt Tastic - Mayhem Rules - Prophet
Eurasian Title: Titus Avison © & Tyrone Blades vs. Keaton/LeBelle - Vis Imperium Will Disband If They Lose - Ech
Mayhem Title: Randy Studd vs. Vox - Ladder Match - Lee
Kagura vs. Batti - Steel Chain Match - Jeff
Eve Taylor vs. Logan McAllister - Boiler Room Brawl - Dave
Lynx vs. Triple X - Falls Count Anywhere - KJ
Anthony Mancini vs. Wren - Winner Receives $10,000 - Dagger
Milenko vs. Ace Stevens vs. Yemrez Reqonic vs. War Zone - Eurasian Championship Shot - FalKon
Big thanks to Falkon for taking the time to guest write a match for Unscripted. We had some great RPs this round and everyone did really well. Very close matches throughout the show and we hope you enjoy it.
Next up is the roulette rounds following the one week break. That's always a great set of shows and we look forward to everyone being involved.
And happy birthday to Lee.
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