Meltdown Madness 7 (Ep. 119)
Copeland: Welcome, everyone, to the most anarchic shows in the WZCW calendar! Meltdown and Ascension will emanate to you from the United Kingdom over the next set of shows and we start off with Meltdown Madness in bonny Scotland!
Cohen: In Paradise, no less!
Copeland: We are live in the heart of Glasgow, I am Sebastian Copeland and I am joined at ringside by my long term broadcast partner, Jack Cohen!
The camera finally settles on the stage where a host of people stand motionless. They are dressed head to toe in kilts and Scottish dress as the Scottish fans seem rabid for their entertainment.
Copeland: Wow! That was really something! The Glasgow crowd are white hot here tonight and it is absolutely no wonder. The Roulette Randomizer has kicked into high gear once again for the WZCW superstars and, as always, some amazing matches await us.
Cohen: We've seen so many shocks in these rounds in the past and no one is safe.
The crowd burst into life as the new WZCW Heavyweight Champion apparel for the first time since his remarkable win at Unscripted. With the Championship slung over his left shoulder, Dorian Slaughter cuts the figure of an impressive man with an impressive reward. Almost snarling at the crowd, Dorian begins his slow March towards the ring; the fans greeting him with a feisty reception of their own.
Copeland: Speaking of someone who has everything to lose, you're looking at the man who has undoubtedly got the most to lose.
Cohen: Seabass, the last time we seen Dorian Slaughter, he was ripping Matt Tastic limb from limb at Unscripted; finally redeeming his destiny and ridding the world of Tastic in the process. He's untouchable.
Copeland: I guess we'll see about that, Jack.
Once Dorian makes it to the ring, he mounts the steps and enters the ring as the hatred from the crowd continues. Completely unfazed by the tea to him, however, Dorian summons a microphone from ringside and goes to address the crowd. The rapturous booing from the crowd cut him off as Dorian birds him time...
Dorian: Your complete lack of respect for the man who has plunged WZCW into an era of untold darkness is nothing more than what was foretold to me...
The fans at ringside meet the words of Slaughter with yet more booing but Slaughter is less than bothered as he continues.
Dorian: But your lack of respect will stand as nothing when your false idols burn by my fires! Matt Tastic thought that he could conquer the darkness and was the first to fall into the shadows. And now, standing before you, is the man who will continue to crush all that stand before him.
Slaughter looks to his right, spying the Heavyweight Championship that lies over his shoulder. He lifts it and clasps it with both hands as he looks down upon it longingly.
Dorian: No one thought it possible to challenge such a fierce Champion and defeat him at his own game. But here I stand, victorious and unafraid of the future. If Matt Tastic was the best that you had to offer, then consider me unimpressed!
The hateful and furious words of Slaughter echo around the arena.
Dorian: And just like the day welcomes the night, I welcome the, so called, Roulette Rounds. There is nothing I fear as the world plunges into darkness; my playground! Bring me your best and I shall strike them down with fiery vengeance! I am Dorian Slaughter! I am The Deceiver!!
At that, the lights in the arena begin to flicker in almost typical fashion!
Cohen: Someone call the electric company! This happens far too frequently in WZCW!
As if by magic, the arena is plunged into darkness. But it is only for a few seconds before the titantron springs into life. On the screen, menacing pictures of a cabin in the woods can be seen in black and white. After a few seconds, eerie music begins to play as broken images of the destruction of, what looks like, Ty Burna from Unscripted begins to play through static. In the middle of the ring, Slaughter waits for the end result but just as the picture becomes more clear, the lights go up and the music stops suddenly. Dorian snarls in the direction of the interruption but simply rolls out of the ring and onto the ramp, smiling as though nothing happened...
Copeland: Well, ladies and gentlemen, this night will be full of shocks and surprises; a little like Dorian just witnessed. The most unpredictable show of the year is upon us so let's get the show on the road!
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Backstage we see Ramparte getting ready for a match. His tag team title by him on a bench. As he gets ready though, he senses he's being watched. He turns to spot none other than Steven Holmes. Carefully looking at him.
Ramparte: I see a gleam in your eye. Is there something intriguing you here?
Steven looks on some more before responding.
Steven: Where are your partners?
Ramparte: Not important. Is there something you want with Cerberus?
Ramparte grabs his Tag Team title belt and puts it on his waist as Steven looks on thoughtfully.
Steven: No reason, really.I've heard so much about the great three-headed beast, I wanted to see it for myself. But I'll move on. There's more to see in this company as far as talent goes.
Steven marches on as Ramparte looks on callously. He pats his World Tag Team title belt as the scene fades.
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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Ramparte walks out with the championship on his shoulder, looking out to the crowd who gives him a mixed reaction. He gives a smirk before continuing down the ramp.
Harrys: Introducing first, from No Page Left Unturned, weighing 190 pounds... "The Catalyst of WZCW" Ramparte!
Copeland: We will have to see how one half of the tag champs performs in singles action tonight, especially after Steven Holmes may have gotten in his head.
Cohen: I think he will be just fine, no matter who his opponent turns out to be tonight. He is the brains to Flex's brawn, and he can outsmart almost anyone.
Harrys: And his opponent...
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The two men stare each other down as the randomizer shows up on the screen and begins to tick through a series of matches. It begins to slow...
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The crowd cheers this time and both men nod their heads in agreement. Referee Keith Morse calls for the bell and both men immediately slide out of the ring and rummage under the ring for a table. Each man pulls out a table and slide it into the ring. Black is quicker, and is able to get into the ring before Ramparte, and connects with a couple of punches to the back while Ramparte stands. The two then lock horns and jockey for position with neither man able to gain an advantage. They break and Ramparte swings with a wild punch, which Black ducks. He uses it to get behind his opponent, and secure a waist lock. He lifts him in the air, and plants him with a quick belly to back takedown. They scramble for position on the ground and Black ends up keeping the waist lock on a seated Ramparte. He decides to throw a couple of elbows to the shoulder area, before he rolls away and connects with a dropkick to the back of the head. He looks like he is going for a quick cover, but remembering the rules, grabs one of the tables and props it up in the corner. By this time, Ramparte is back on his feet and connects with a quick right hand to Black, catching him off guard. A swift kick to the midsection by the champ doubles over Black, and the champ tries to end it early by throwing Black into the table. Black fights it though, and Ramparte has to settle for throwing him into the ropes instead. Off the rebound, the tag champ connects with a flapjack, Black hitting the mat hard. Ramparte scrambles to his feet and kicks the spare table out of the ring, and lines up Black for an Irish whip into the table. Black reverses the whip, but Ramparte manages to slide before hitting the table. He quickly bails out of the ring to catch his breath, while Garth watches from inside.
Copeland: So a little back and forth thus far, but neither man has been able to gain the upper hand for long.
Cohen: That will all change soon Seabass. Watch my man Ramparte take over.
Garth decides he isn't waiting on his foe, and climbs to the top rope, shades of his former self. He leaps and connects with a flying splash to Ramparte, causing both men to tumble into the barricade. Black is back on his feet first, much to the approval of the crowd as he throws his arms high in the air. He hammers a couple of punches to the downed champion, before he drags him to his feet. He drags him closer to the entrance ramp, away from the barricade, giving him enough room to set up for a Russian leg sweep on the steel ramp. Both men grab their back in some pain, but the brunt of the impact was taken by the tag champ, so again Black is first on his feet. He goes to grab the table that was kicked out of the ring earlier, and with some trouble, sets it up next to the ring. He prepares for a belly to belly to put his foe through the table, but Ramparte blocks and starts to throw headbutts to break the hold. Eventually, after a series of headbutts, Black has to withdraw. Ramparte sets up for a Book End to end the match, but Black throws elbows to the head and breaks it up. The two men tie up and Black, being the slightly larger man, is able to power Ramparte into the ring apron, again targeting his lower back. He connects with a belly to belly, but Ramparte only connects with the edge of the table, and it doesn't break. It does however open a nasty gash on the back of Ramparte.
Cohen: Looks like that table is going to get some shots in of its own before it breaks.
Copeland: And it has gotten a good shot in indeed, as Ramparte is cut wide open.
The ref rushes over to check on Ramparte, but he shoves him away and rolls from the table and Black. Black advances on him, but Ramparte kicks him away long enough to get to his feet. Black grabs Ramparte, but some slick jockeying allows the champ to secure a headlock. He uses the hold to drag Black to the table and after a big elbow to the head, rolls him onto the table. He then climbs onto the ring apron, and readies himself to jump and splash himself onto his opponent. The table however, gives under the weight of Black. The buckling legs cause the table to fall and while the splash connects, the table doesn't break.
Copeland: This table is causing all sorts of trouble for these two men.
Cohen: Must be a Japanese table.
Ramparte smacks the mat on the floor in frustration. He then hammers a couple of punches onto Black before he drags him to his feet. He rolls him back into the ring and then climbs onto the apron. He awaits Black to stand, and then he launches into the ring with a springboard leg lariat. It connects and puts Black on the canvas. He then uses his foot to choke the life out of Garth, much to the chagrin of the crowd. Black reaches up and grabs the leg. He manages to remove the foot from his neck, but Ramparte simply stomps down on the chest area. He continues to stomp away until Black is forced to cover up and retreat. He gets to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up while Ramparte adjusts the table in the corner. He then grapples and Irish whips Black toward the corner. In an impressive display of athleticism, Black runs up the table and back flips off. He is unsteady on his feet as he lands, so Ramparte takes advantage and throws him into the table face first. With Black leaned against the table, Ramparte takes a run and tries to spear Black through the table. Black moves at the last second and Ramparte crashes into the table, breaking it. Black stares at the ref, checking to see if he has won, but the ref waves it off. You can hear the ref speak to Black.
"You didn't force him through the table."
Black looks around and sees no table, so he rolls out of the ring. He looks at the blood covered table from earlier and ignores it, opting for a new table from under the ring. He slides it into the ring and climbs onto the apron. Ramparte is on his feet, but is using the turnbuckle to hold himself up. Black climbs in and sets the table up, near the ropes. He then looks at Ramparte, who is leaning against the turnbuckle. Black begins to clap his hands, getting the crowd behind him and runs toward the cornered champ.
Copeland: Looks like Garth is getting back on the wagon.
Just as he leaps, Ramparte sprays a black mist into the face of Black. This causes Black to miss his target. As he wonders around blinded, Ramparte connects with a European Uppercut that sends Garth stumbling toward the table. This allows him to get control of Black, who he lifts onto the table and sets up for The Denouement. It connects and the table breaks. Ramparte rolls away, still bleeding from his lower back as the ref calls for the bell.
Harrys: Here is your winner, Ramparte!
The crowd boos as Ramaprte raises his arm with the referee. He rolls out of the ring and collects his tag title belt and holds it high as he walks back up the ramp and the referee checks on Black.
Copeland: So a solid match goes the way of Ramparte thanks to some Asian mist. It could have gone either way, but Ramparte used some deceitful tactics to pick up the W.
Cohen: Black had his moments, but in the end Ramparte outsmarted his foe and showed why he is one half of the tag team champs.
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Harrys: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and per the Roulette rolled stipulation, the loser will enter the Lethal Lottery match first overall!
Copeland: This match could effectively eliminate someone from winning the Lethal Lottery!
Constantine enters the arena, the burlap sack over his head. He slowly walks from side to side of the stage; every now and then putting his hands to his head.
Harrys: Introducing first. from The Depths of Despair, weighing 265 pounds, Constantine!
Constantine slinks under the bottom rope and removes the mask; revealing his tired features. He goes and sits in the far corner of the ring, waiting for his opponent.
Harrys: And his opponent...
Max Steele charges down the ramp, American flag in hand.
Harrys: Making his WZCW debut, from *CENSORED* America, weighing 280 pounds, Max Steele!
Steele waves the flag in the ring for a few moments, before handing it carefully to a ringside attendant.
The bell rings with Constantine slumped in the corner. Steele gestures at him to come lock up, but Constantine shows no interest in getting out of the corner. Max yells at his opponent, but still no reaction. Steele decides that he’s tired of waiting, balls up his fist, and charges at Constantine. As he charges, the former politician rolls out of the corner and kicks Steele’s leg out, sending the patriot face-first into the middle turnbuckle. Constantine gets to his feet and stomps away at the back and the back of the head of Max. He refuses to stop until referee Elizabeth Prince threatens a disqualification. Constantine backs away, arms in the air, while Steele tries to regain his bearings. He does manage to get back to his feet, and the two men lock up. Max manages to get the advantage, putting Constantine in a side headlock. The former World Champion backs Steele into the ropes. Constantine shoots the patriot off, but before he gets too far away, Constantine grabs his opponent’s thinning hair and pulls him to the mat. Constantine stomps away before dropping a knee and going for a pin, 1…2., Steele kicks out.
Copeland: This is akin to two new debuts here, as this seems to be a brand new Constantine, and he is taking it to the newcomer Max Steele.
Cohen: Steele seems to be brawn over brains, and Constantine is more than able to use that to his advantage.
Constantine quickly grabs a rear chinlock. Max begins fighting back to his feet, but Constantine rakes the exposed eyes to keep control. Steele, rather than trying to get up again, decides to scoot a bit and make contact with the bottom rope with his foot, forcing a break. Max starts climbing back to his feet. Constantine charges it, but is hit by a wild overhand right. Constantine stumbles back a bit, which allows Steele to get back to his feet without rope support. He swings away with a second and then a third overhand right before lifting Constantine for a powerslam. He slips out the back and shoves Steele off the ropes. Max rebounds and drops Constantine with a clothesline. After a quick elbow drop, Steele hooks a leg, 1…2, Constantine kicks out. Both men get back to their feet with Constantine trying a quick right hand. Steele manages to duck it and score with a reverse STO. Rather than trying another pin, he signals for Constantine to get up, while trying to start a USA chant, which doesn’t really work in Scotland. Constantine gets up and is lifted into a vertical suplex. Steele holds his opponent up for thirty seconds before driving him to the mat. Max picks Constantine up once more, this time lifting him for the Little Boy! Steele screams “This is for America!” but Constantine bites down on the hand of Max. Constantine escapes, hand still in his teeth, while Steele cries out in pain.
Copeland: Steele was a bit cocky, but what a dirty move by Constantine. This is not something we would’ve seen the Constantine of old do.
Cohen: Constantine wants a chance to regain the WZCW World Championship and the Lottery could give him that and it’s not going to happen if he enters first.
Copeland: If he is willing to resort to biting, who knows what else he’ll do.
Constantine lifts Steele and hits him with a backbreaker, but doesn’t drop the former operative to the mat. Instead, Constantine hits another backbreaker, followed by another, and continues until he hits a total of seven backbreakers. After the seventh, he tosses Steele overhead, the Isolation. Constantine wipes his face and then points at Steele with an intense look on his face. He lifts Max, tosses him into the ropes, and hits the Cabin in the Woods! Constantine makes the cover, 1…2…3!
Harrys: The winner of the match, Constantine! By the stipulation of this match, Max Steele will enter the Lethal Lottery at number one!
Referee Prince goes to raise Constantine’s arm, but he pulls away. He rolls to the floor and makes a beeline for the timekeeper’s area to get his burlap sack. Constantine places it back onto his head and slowly walks to the back.
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General Manager of Meltdown Vance Bateman is in his office doing paperwork as per usual when gets a knock at the door. He calls the person in as he continues his work. This person is none other than the new WZCW Eurasian champion Chris K.O. who walks in with a smile on his face and a beard still scruffy.
KO: You wanted to see me, sir?
Bateman puts down the paperwork and looks directly at Chris.
Bateman: Yes I did, Chris. Now, you know this round is completely decided by the official WZCW Roulette, right? Well, I happen to know exactly what is happening which is why everything tonight has flown as smoothly as any WZCW show can... but I'm not here to explain how it works, Chris. You should know how it works. However, I'm here to give you something special... a clue! Or should I say, early warning!
Chris looks confused as Bateman smiles.
Bateman: Tonight Chris, the Roulette has decided you'll be competing in a match against more than one competitor and it will be for the WZCW Eurasian championship. Who these competitors are: I cannot say. I've already spoken too much. I suggest you get ready Chris. Your match is the one following the next match.
Chris holds onto his title a little bit more tightly and looks down at it. He nods his head as Bateman waves.
Bateman: Good luck, champ!
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In the backstage area, we see Leon Kensworth readying himself for an upcoming interview when a big noise can be heard.
Leon looks around to investigate before seeing something off down the corridor.
Leon runs over to see a fallen Backstage Bob, knocked out on the ground. Leon looks around to catch the assailant but it seems they are long gone. Leon stays with Bob and tries waking him up but he isn't responding.
Leon: Someone help me over here!
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We cut to a picture of both commentators at ringside, both of whom look very pleased with the night as it rumbles along.
Copeland: The fans of WZCW know this roulette round as one of the most unpredictable rounds of the entire calendar year. As we have already demonstrated, anything can happen.
Cohen: And anything will happen, Seabass!
Copeland: Absolutely right, Jack. And it's time, once again, to fire up the patented randomizer and see what surprises it has in store for our roster.
Copeland: Well there you have it, folks, another big match courtesy of the WZCW Roulette Rounds.
Cohen: I like this guy!
Copeland: Johnny Scumm has been making quite the name for him in the last few weeks since his return to WZCW. We've seen a much more serious side to him and he has set out with lofty ambitions, even going so far as to attack Garth Black at Unscripted in a temper tantrum.
After a moment or two, Scumm makes his way out onto the stage, a vindictive and sick smile across his face. He raises his arms out to his sides as he lets the hate of the Scottish fans rain down upon him. After a moment or two, Scumm begins moving down the ramp, giving the one finger salute to anyone who has the audacity to boo him from the sides of the ramp.
Harrys: Introducing first, weighing in at 223 pounds. From London, England... Sadistic Johnny Scumm!!
The continuation of booing from the Scottish faithful intensifies at the mere mention of the fact that Scumm emanates from their south-of-the-border cousin. Scumm, however, could not care less about whether the fans like him or not; the same sick smile stick plastered to his features. He reaches the ring and climbs the steps into the arena. He moves over to the ropes and spits his chewing gum into the nearby crowd, much to his amusement and the hatred from the fans.
Again, the anticipation builds as Logan fails to appear for a few seconds; the lights in the arena flashing shades of red and green. After a moment, Logan appears on the stage, this time on his own. He stares down at the challenge that awaits him in the middle of the ring and gives the fans a smile in thanks.
Copeland: This ought to be a very good match but perhaps very punishing for both men. Lets not forget that McAllister took Mikey Stormrage all the way at Unscripted in his debut PPV. And what's even more, lets not forget that it was the result of that vote that caused Scumm to take drastic action.
Cohen: His first PPV and he took Stormrage all the way, like you said. Let me tell you this, Seabass, Logan McAllister has all the attributes to make a big impact in WZCW. As he gains more and more experience, he'll get better and better. Scumm needs to be careful here tonight, anything can happen.
Harrys: And his opponent, weighing in at 275 pounds. From Boston, Massachusetts... The Sadistic Logan McAllister!!
To say that Logan is met with resentment from the Scottish fans would be an understatement; the booing continuing to pour upon the two men. Logan looks less than pleased with the lack of affection though, talking smack to the fans who he passes on the way to the ring. As he enters the ring, he immediately gets in the face of his unflinching opponent; continuing to volley verbal barbs at Scumm. The face off between the two is quickly split up by the official, However, who pushes them into their respective corners.
Copeland: These two men share the "Sadistic" moniker and will likely want to live up to that billing in this match. But as you pointed out, Jack, it won't be an easy task for either of these men.
Cohen: Well, they are both unknown quantities and there is preparing for that. What's more, they both have a lot to prove. This will be a fight, pure and simple.
True to the words of the commentator, as soon as the below rings, the two men lunge towards the other; exchanging heavy right hands to any part of the body that looks vulnerable. The crowd cheer for the high-energy start to the match but as soon as Logan starts to get the upper hand, the typical booing continues. Logan drives his knee into the gut of his opponent, following up with a heavy clubbing blow to the back of Scumm's neck. The more tenured Scumm hits the mat for the first time in the match as young Logan looks to continue the assault. As Scumm tries to get back to his feet, Logan nails him with a sudden clothesline that takes Scumm back to the canvas. Logan knows that their is absolutely no time to allow Scumm to recover and immediately drops a leg to the chest of his opponent and bouncing off of the nearby ropes. Scumm wheels away in pain as Logan gets back to his feet. It seems as though the veteran is in a bit of trouble right away as he struggles to get back to his feet. Stalking his opponent, Logan waits for the ideal moment before taking the back of Scumm and tossing him across the ring with a beautiful German Suplex. The crowd almost seem stunned by the fast and frantoc pace of the opening to this match as Logan crawls towards Scumm with haste and drapes himself over the carcass of his opponent for the first fall of the match. The referee gets into position. 1... Kick out from the former rocker!
Cohen: That's impressive!
Copeland: Absolutely, Jack! I must say, Logan has started this match tremendously well. I don't think that Sam was prepared for the sheer pace and brutality of the rookie. But if he didn't know he was in a fight at the start of this match, then he definitely knows it now.
Cohen: Like I said, Seabass, it's very hard to prepare for these rounds because you don't know who you are facing off against. I guess Scumm didn't scout his opponent enough before the match.
Logan gets to his feet once more and looks for a way to inflict yet more pain onto his opponent. But Scumm is a wily veteran and uses all of his experience to roll under the bottom rope and out onto the mats below. Logan looks completely apperplectic with Scumm's decision to run away from the fight that is being taken to him. However, with that comes the realisation that he can deliver a high-impact move. Logan looks out of the ring towards Scumm with a look of audacious intent as Scumm struggles back to his feet. Logan looks to seize his opportunity and runs off of the far ropes before tossing get himself over the top rope in an attempt to seriously harm Scumm. But Scumm barely manages to move out of the way in time, causing Logan to miss completely and crash to the mats below with devastating impact. The crowd take a sharp intake of breath as they witness Logan almost break his neck with the move.
Copeland: Jesus Christ! Logan McAllister really threw caution to the wind on that occasion. Unfortunately for him, it didn't pay off and he might be in a bit of trouble now.
Cohen: If he's even conscious that is!
Scumm moves over to where the prone Logan lies with his arms and legs spread out to his sides. Scumm is still nursing his back but allows a sick smile to cross his face as he beds over the fallen rookie. He follows it up with inaudible verbal barbs as gives Logan a hard slap to the jaw to rouse him. Scumm raises his hands above his head in celebration as Logan begins to move beneath him. Grabbing his opponent by the hair, Scumm manages to let him back to a vertical base and roll him under the bottom rope as the referee reaches a count of 7. Soon after, Scumm joins his opponent in the ring and looks to turn the match on its head. He continues to roll Logan further inside the ring before covering him for the first, and possibly last, time in the match. The referee gets into position as the stunned crowd look on. 1... 2... Kick out from the rookie with no time to spare!
Copeland: I'll tell you what is sadistic, Jack. It's sadistic that Logan McAllister even wants to carry on with this match after a botch like that. He could have broken his damn neck there!
Cohen: Maybe so, Seabass. But both of these guys have a point to prove and a broken neck isn't going to stand in the way of that, I guess...
Instead of being upset that Logan kicked out of the pin, Scumm looks more than pleased that his onslaught may continue. He gets to his feet and immediately grabs the head of his opponent, twisting it with a sleeper hold that causes Logan to let out a yell of agony as it gets fully locked in. Scumm allows another sadistic look to cross his features as Logan struggles to deal with the offence of the veteran. The crowd offer no support to the man from across the pond as he struggled to find the bottom rope.
Scumm: Tap, you stupid son of a bitch!
Scumm laughs audibly as Logan pulls himself closer and closer to the ropes. With every passing minute, the hold seems to be deep and deeper as the big man starts to fade. The crowd hold their breath as Scumm lets out another manic laugh. But just as it seems as though the lights are going out, Logan's arm begins to wave frantically, reaching for the bottom rope and eventually finding it; eventually summoning a hearty applause from the crowd and breaking the hold. Scumm doesn't look pleased with the rope break but has no other choice than to break it. He waits for the referee's count before springing to his feet and landing a swift kick to the face of his opponent, sending him backwards and causing a multitude of impacts to the already damaged neck of Logan. Scumm seems pleased with his work as more booing greets his ring dominance. He picks up Logan and Irish whips him towards the far away corner. Logan hits the turnbuckle with a devastating impact and braces himself for the follow up. Scumm raises his arms out to his side in celebration before finally running at his incapacitated opponent. But the delay on his attack is enough for Logan to summon the strength for a beautiful clothesline of his own, causing Scumm to almost front flip with impact. Both men hit the canvas and it is anyone's game!
Cohen: Wow! He nearly decapitated Johnny Scumm with that running clothesline!
Copeland: A lesson for the more seasoned competitor there, Jack. Just when you think that you are in control of a match, any slight lapse in concentration is enough to take the wind from your sails... And the head from you shoulders, like you suggested.
Cohen: Now get on him, McAllister!
With both men down in the middle of the ring, the crowd seem divided as to where their loyalties lie. But it doesn't make a difference to the actual competitors who seem uncaring towards the lack of support for their plight. But it Johnny Scumm who manages to make it back to his feet first, unfortunately for his opponent. Scumm looks to re-establish control of the match but as he grabs at the head of Logan, Logan powers backwards and tosses Scumm face-first into the middle turnbuckle. The crowd take another sharp intake of breath as the painted features of Scumm make contact with the unforgiving corner and Logan follows up with a cover! The referee quickly shoots down to count the fall! 1... 2... Kick out! So close to an unexpected end there! As Logan rolls from the body of his opponent, you can see that the nose and mouth of Scumm has been burst open as blood pours consistently from the wounds. Scumm runs his hands through the blood and looks irate with the result of the impact. Pulling himself toward a vertical base once more, he waits for Logan to get back to his feet; who is turned away. As Logan finally makes it to his feet, Scumm approaches him, looking for the end of this match and possibly the FACE SMASHER! However, as Scumm grabs at the shoulder of his opponent, Logan anticipates it and nails him with THE PROVIDER! The impact of the move is exception with Scumm landing halfway across the ring. Logan slowly gets to his knees and crawls towards his opponent. He finally drops his arm over the chest of Scumm as the referee counts the fall! 1... 2...
Cohen: Outta nowhere! Put a fork in Johnny Scumm, this is over!
Copeland: He's got him!
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We cut backstage to where we see Garth Black standing with Leon Kensworth. Garth is still sweaty from his ferocious match earlier in the show but looks to be in high spirits following the amazing win.
Leon: Garth, I gotta ask you, coming off of what happened at the PPV, you mustn't be pleased with another loss even after promising to make waves within the Roulette Rounds?
Garth looks at Leon, studying the question for a moment and considering his choice of words.
Garth: You know, Leon, The Roulette Rounds can be cruel and they can be kind. Tonight, I went through a treacherous match in the name of progress. And whilst I didn't get my shot at the Championship, or a shot at Johnny Scumm, I went out there and gave the fans a Hell of a show.... even if I lost.
Leon: I have to agree with you, Garth. It was an amazing opening to the show and you've got to be happy to be back on this side of the pond for a while, huh?
Garth: Absolutely, Leon. I'm focussed on bringing everything I can to the world of WZCW and prove a few people wrong. But it will be nice to be a little closer to home for a while.
Leon extends his hand to bring a halt to the brief interview but is prematurely cut off as Johnny Scumm blasts through the set behind both Leon and Garth and lands a heavy clubbing blow to the back of Garth's head. Leon immediately shoots out of the way as Johnny Scumm takes the offensive to Garth, mounting him on the floor and landing punch after punch to the clearly startled Black. After a few more punches, Scumm gets off of Black and looks for another way to inflict yet more punishment on to Black. But he waits too long as Black pulls himself to his feet and begins to rifle back with heavy punches of his own. Right hand after right hand, Black drives Scumm back. But Scumm is quick to reclaim the advantage, driving a knee into the gut of Black and then unceremoniously tossing his face-first into the TV that stood behind Leon and Garth during the interview. With Black on the stone floor, Scumm stands over him; smiling widely. As Black begins to roll around, Scumm makes a break for it and leaves the scene; replaced by officials and medics.
Copeland: What did that prove? Absolutely nothing! Someone needs to get Johnny Scumm under control, Dammit!
Cohen: Now that is making an impact!
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Harrys: The following contest is... a Submission Match for the WZCW Eurasian Championship! Introducing first, he is the current reigning and defending Champion, Chris K.O.!!
The new champion appears on the stage holding Steve high with the title belt wrapped around him. Chris shows it off as he walks down the aisle ready for action.
Copeland: It seems the roulette has deemed it. Chris KO defends in a Submission Match. But against who?
Cohen: I can't believe a volleyball is wearing the title.
Harrys: Introducing his first opponent, from Silicon Valley, California, he is the X Man, Kendrick Xavier!
As the music begins, the lights dim down and a flickering gold spotlight forms on the stage. A few seconds later, Kendrick comes wheeling out on a Hovertrax vehicle dressed in a traditional boxer's robe with "X-Man" scrolling across the back of his robe.
Copeland: "First opponent"? How many are there?
Cohen: Wow. I know people were becoming more complaisant, but this is ridiculous. He's not even walking.
Harrys: Opponent #2 is from Ise, Mie, Japan, she is Kagura Ohzora!
Kagura appears on stage with a parasol she walks down to the ring with. She spins it slowly on her way down as she bows her head giving blessings to the fans.
Cohen:So is this a 3 Way submission match? Or what?
Copeland: I don't know, but look at the irony. Kagura lost a match at Unscripted where if she had won, she would be #1 Contender to the Eurasian title. Luck of the draw, she gets the opportunity anyway.
Harrys: And the final participant.....
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Copeland: And don't forget that the second half of the Roulette happens on Ascension.
Cohen: I can't believe I get all the fun! Have fun at the hotel and watching it from afar as I call the action.
Copeland: Who knows? The Roulette might randomise the commentary team!
Cohen: Don't say mean things!
Copeland: Haha! Coming up next is our main event. Stay tuned, folks!
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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our main event of the evening!
The crowd pops in anticipation.
Cohen: Oh, boy! I can’t wait, Seabass! This is my Christmas!
Copeland: I cannot either. We already had a spectacular card for the night so far. I don’t think anything can make it better than what it has already been.
Harrys: Please look to the titantron as we see the randomizer do its work one last time for the night.
The crowd grows into a giddy silence as the arena lights darken with only the titantron shining bright.
Harrys: First, the number of participants.
The screen shuffles through several match types until slowly stopping on 2v2, however it ticks over to 1v1 at the last second!
The crowd slowly begins chanting “title match!”
Harrys: Now, the stipulation.
The screen scuffles through several stipulations until stopping hard on an Over-the-top-rope match! The crowd cheers in approval.
Again, the chant ramps up.
"TITLE MATCH! TITLE MATCH! TITLE MATCH!"
Copeland: We already had a EurAsian Title match. Was that not enough?
Harrys: Now, the first participant in tonight’s main event is…
The screen shuffles through several pictures of superstars. We see Theron Daggershield, Matt Tastic, Mikey Stormrage, Noah Ryder, and Jack O' Lantern, but it slowly stops on none other than-
Cohen: James Howard! We have an Elite X Title Match on our hands here for our main event!
Howard walks out with his hoodie on and the hood over his head. The brand new champion boasts the Elite X Title around his waist. Howard starts shaking his arms to loosen up before unstrapping the belt and holding it high in the air. The crowd boos.
Harrys: Making his way to the ring, from Leeds, England, weighing 223 pounds, the Elite X Champion, James Howard!
Copeland: We have an Elite X Title bout on our hands for the main event, folks. We already saw the EurAsian successfully defended by Chris K.O. earlier in the night, and now we will get to see if the newly crown Elite X Champion will be able to retain aswell.
Cohen: After seeing what I saw at Unscripted, I would be hard-pressed to put any money behind whoever comes out as his opponent tonight. Howard proved at Unscripted that he is champion material.
Howard is now in the ring as he glares up at the entrance stage. He patiently waits to see who he will be defending against tonight.
Harrys: And the challenger for this Elite X Championship Match!
The crowd roars in anticipation.
The screen begins shuffling through various superstars again. The crowd goes silent as they sit on the edge of their seats. Slowly, it begins to stop until it reaches fellow former Strikeforce member-
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