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The Ricoh Coliseum in Toronto, Ontario, Canada is buzzing for what promises to be the most unpredictable night in all of entertainment. This is Unscripted, the fans have the power and we are live! Thousands have made their way to the arena tonight with various signs and are ready to either boo or cheer the superstars of WZCW. We get a panning shot around the arena, the building is packed and the we can see people with their phones out, getting a few last minute votes in for the event. After circling the arena, the camera switches to a shot of our humble announce team.
Copeland: We are back in the Great White North for one of my favourite pay-per-views of the year. Unscripted, where the impossible happens and the fans get the chance to change the course of history forever. Welcome, I'm Sebastian Copeland, and we cannot be more excited than we are to be airing live from the Ricoh Coliseum and bringing to you the very best in professional wrestling.
Cohen: It's going to be a wild night, Seabass. You saw that video package and it highlighted the biggest thing about this show, the thing everyone is talking about and we has the largest consequences for the future of WZCW. Tonight, either Tyrone Blades' career will come to an end or Vis Imperium will cease to exist! The greatest faction we've ever seen, gone in the blink of an eye and it's these people who will have the power to decide. I only hope they make the correct decision and we never see Tyrone Blades ever again.
Connor: If there was one match I'd bet the house on being voted a specific way, it'd be that one. Ladies and gentlemen, Vis Imperium's future will be decided tonight. However, it's much bigger than that. This is for the future of the company, WZCW, the fans and professional wrestling as an industry. Everything is one the line tonight. Should Vis Imperium win, I don't think anyone can stop Mr. Banks from doing whatever he wants. Freedom will be dead. The ability to stick to your own morals, gone! A Vis Imperium victory means the greatest superstar to ever compete will be forced out of the company... and if he can't stop Vis Imperium, who can?
Copeland: The World Championship will be on the line, Justin Cooper defending against Constantine. It will be contested inside Hell in a Cell. Rumours have been flying around as to the condition of the challenger. I believe, through my sources, that he has broken ribs but we shall see.
Cohen: It's just a bunch of excuses! Constantine is fine. He just doesn't want to admit that this retirement tour is going to end tonight when Justin Cooper defeats him inside Hell in a Cell.
Connor: We've also got Callie Clark defending against Matt Tastic which is sure to be an amazing match. Her biggest challenge yet.
Copeland: We could spend all night describing what we have on offer. The time for talking is over. Ladies and gentlemen, the war between Vis Imperium and WZCW will end tonight. That has been made clear. I don't know what is going to go down and... I'm just receiving word now. Yes, we said this was unpredictable and we're going to prove that right now.
Cohen: What are you talking about, Seabass?
Connor: It can't be... Hell in a Cell is lowering!
Cohen: Are we starting with... what is going on? Seabass, explain this!
Copeland: Ladies and gentlemen, do not adjust your television screen. Tonight, we are starting Unscripted with the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship Match! I repeat, Justin Cooper versus Constantine, inside Hell in a Cell, will be the opening match of Unscripted 2017. What that means for the main event, I'm not sure. However, strap yourselves in because this is one of the rare occurrences in WZCW history. A World Title match to start the pay-per-view, what a night!
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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a HELL IN A CELL match and it is for the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship!
The capacity crowds stands and cheers, many fans have a shocked expression that this match is first on the card. The camera pans around the fans who are eager, with their V.I gear and Constantine signs. The light starts to dim and the fans perk up...fireworks explode from above and the light of the flashes reveal the ominous structure lowering towards the ring. The giant hell in the cell lowers around the ring to the fans approval.
Bright lights flash across the screen, the arena bursting with colour and slowly it begins to drain out like a hole has been punched through the bubble. Standing on the stage, amongst a sea of colour swirling underneath him, large serpents battling, fangs piercing the flesh, is Justin Cooper. The battle beneath his feet comes to an end, a single viper slithers forward, Justin drops to his knees and raises his arms to the boos of the crowd. They hate him but their reaction means nothing to him as Justin smiles. The viper coiled around him now, Justin whispers to it and orders it forward, he follows soon after and makes his way to the ring. Justin Cooper stands before the giant cell structure and puts his hands on his hips, widening his sparkling rainbow robe and a grin appears on his face. Two referees open a door for him and he enters the cell. He climbs in the ring and removes his robe revealing the WZCW Heavyweight Championship around his waist, practically glittering from the over-shining it has received from its owner. Cooper starts bad mouthing and cursing nearby fans as he hands his robe off to a ring worker.
Harrys: Introducing first from Sydney, Australia weighing 210 pounds, he would like to be announced as the Greatest, representing Vis Imperium... the reigning WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, Justin Cooper!
Copeland: A wild rush of hatred for Cooper here in Toronto! Here is our world heavyweight champion! What a way to start Unscripted with this championship match!
Cohen: This is the match people came to see Seabass! The big heavyweight championship! The ending of John Constantine's career! It's going to happen inside the devils structure here in front of thousands of WZCW fans!
Connor: For once, I can't argue against that Jack! Constantine was brutally attacked by Logan McAllister and THEN violated by Justin Cooper, reports are in that he's still suffering from broken ribs,I've had one of my ribs broken ten years ago and let me tell you, it really,really hurts. Every breath moves your ribs and sends lightening pain shooting around your back and echoing through your abdominal cavity.Going into a match where EVERYTHING hurts like Hell in a Cell is not the best career decision. He should be calling this one off.
Cohen: I have a bigger concern Cat, why does the Heavyweight Champion have to come out first?! It doesn't make sense and I think Cooper should be in his right to sue WZCW for treating him this way at Unscripted! When you're the champion you shouldn't have to come out first,ever!
Copeland: It's very possible the champion chose to come out first or simply demanded that he was the first one to see the Hell in a Cell structure. He probably wants an in ring perspective of Constantine's face when he stands in front of the demonic steel.
Harrys: And introducing the challenger.....
The lights dim right down to blackness....
A dozen seconds pass of complete darkness as the fans buzz in anticipation....
Harrys: From St Louis, Missouri, weighing 265 pounds, Constantine!
White fog covers the entire stage, a shadowy figure emerges slowly from a hole below. Constantine is wearing a skull themed mask with a bone crown, huge spikes stick out of the bone shoulder pads that hold the blood red cloak that covers his body. He lifts his head and slowly makes his way to the ring. Constantine stands before Hell in a Cell, the crowds are going crazy as the challenger breathes in and out, seemingly churning in his own adrenalin. Cooper is standing in the middle of the ring, screaming at The Power Trip, but Constantine doesn't look at the structure at all, he slowly removes his skull mask and his deep blue eyes are staring a hole right through the heavyweight champion.
Copeland: As the officials open the door for Constantine to enter this hellacious structure, I can't help but feel he's making a really bad choice in taking this match so soon. That bounty on him was cashed in by Logan and he pummeled the man. To make matters worse, Cooper trapped him in this very cage and continued to break him before spiking him down with his special 360 Deal piledriver.
Connor: You saw that amazing entrance as well as I did Sebastian, Constantine has drawn the power of fury to consume any pain he might be feeling. This is a medically proven theory that's being adopted by The Power Trip and I'm curious to see how long he can keep this up.
Cohen: Like you mentioned earlier Cat, broken ribs are no laughing matter. As we can see after he removed that cloak, he has heavy medical tape wrapped all around his ribs. Constantine might as well paint a red target on that tape as well. He's getting in the ring with a man who will give his life to keep that championship in his possesion. It means everything to Cooper, it's part of his amazing legacy and there's no chance you can show up with busted ribs against The Greatest and hope to survive!
The door to the Cell is locked and chained...referee Akiyama makes a hand gesture at the timekeeper....
DING DING DING!!
Constantine and Cooper stand in the middle of the ring, jawing at each other. They lock in a collar and elbow tie up, Cooper viciously throws Constantine right to the mat! The Power Trip sits up with a shocked expression as Cooper curses at him. He stands up and nods. They circle each other with their hands up and open, another collar and elbow tie up, this time Constantine pushes both men and they walk to the corner of the ring. Referee Akiyama tells them to break but gets ignored. Constantine lays a side elbow to Cooper's jaw, he then Irish whips him across the ring, Cooper slams his back into the turnbuckle and rebounds out, Constantine jumps for a high knee but the champion ducks and counters with a hard European uppercut that drops the challenger. Cooper drops three fast elbows then hooks the leg, Constantine kicks out at zero.
Copeland: These two are wasting no time here in the opening contest to Unscripted.
Cooper kicks Constantine right in the back then hauls him up to his feet by the hair. He chops at Cobstantine's chest followed by another European uppercut that sends the challenger staggering back on the ropes, Cooper quickly runs and clotheslines Constantine right over the top ropes to the outside of the ring. The Power Trip rolls around on the padded mat, holding the protective medical tape on his ribs, trying to mask his pain. Cooper slowly walks down the steel steps with a look of complete contempt on his face, he walks over and grabs Constantine by the hair, he slams his face right into the steel cage wall then on the ring apron before rolling Constantine back in the ring. He rolls in after then stands up, he picks up Constantine and hits him with a snap fisherman suplex into a bridge....
Constantine kicks out! Cooper jumps on the challenger in a mount position, he starts laying in the left's and rights at Constantines face that he tries to fend off with his forearms, over and over again, some shots getting through. Cooper jumps to his feet then stomps right on The Power Trips face!
Cooper digs his fingers in the medical taped ribs of Constantine and starts tearing away at the tape, taking long thick white strips right off the injured man. Constantine tries to push him away but Cooper just punches him in the face and continues to tear the rest of the tape off.
Connor: Come on Cooper! Let the man have some form of protection there, this is just an evil act here by the champion!
Cohen: There is no rules in this match Cat, did you see Cooper coming down to the ring with hockey pads on? No, he's just making this fair so Constantine doesn't have an unfair advantage with all that padding.
Cooper grabs some padded tape and wraps it around Constantine's neck, choking him with all his might. The Power Trip thrashes his arms trying to fight it off as his face turns beat red, he makes it to his feet and elbows the champion in the gut, then again and again to release the choke hold with the tape. Cooper attempts a knee lift but Constantine grabs his legs and plants him with a high double leg take down.
Constantine drops a jumping knee on Cooper's head, he rolls through it then runs back over to lay in a bunch of hard stomps to the champion's chest and shoulders. He stumbles back and holds his ribs, biting his bottom lip and closing his eyes. Cooper makes it to his feet but is grabbed in a front facelock, Constantine nails him with a vertical suplex followed by a pin...
Cooper kicks out, he then grabs the bottom rope and hauls himself out of the ring to take a breather. Cooper takes in a big breath and stretches his back as he strolls around the ring, he stretches his neck and takes another breath, he checks his heavy knee pad and adjusts it so it's straighter.....
SUICIDE DIVE BY CONSTANTINE!
The crowds erupt as The Power Trip flys over the top ropes like a human missle and collides with Cooper sending him crashing off of the cage and on to his face on the padded mats.
Copeland: Never have I ever seen Constantine fly like that! What an extremely risky move considering his condition! The Champion was definitely not expecting that I can tell you that much!!
Cohen: What does he think he is?! Some kind of luchadore pulling off a stunt like that? That was really dumb Seabass, he could be done for the night taking a risk like that!
Constantine is first to his feet much to the delight of the capacity crowd. He lifts the fabric and searches under the ring, he hauls out a table and gets another cheer. Constantine pulls the table to the corner of the cage where there's a little more open space. He sets the table up then turns around....
Crack! a steel chair bounces right off of his head by the Champion sending Constantine to the padded mats in a hurry. Cooper lifts the chair and sends it down hard on the challenger again, this time connecting with his hip. He throws the dented chair away and starts stomping on Constantine and jumps down to choke him with both hands. He screams in his face that the title isn't going anywhere. Cooper stands up with a wild look on his face, he kneels down and finds the Velcro strip in the edge of the padding, he hauls back and removes a huge portion of the protective padding exposing the concrete floor.
Constantine stirs but his hair is snagged by the champion, Cooper picks up Constantine then walks him over to the exposed concrete floor, he bodyslams him hard right on the concrete creating a loud slap noise! Constantine yells out in pain as he arches his back.
Copeland: Oh wow! Right on the concrete floor, there's no give with concrete ladies and gentlemen! That could spell the end for the challenger right here!
Cooper picks up Constantine, he walks over to the table and lays him across the wood. Constantine is still groaning and arching his back in pain. Cooper kicks the steel steps and picks them up over his head, he slams the steps right on Constantine! The table doesn't break. The crowds boo at the champions actions. Cooper throws the steel steps over the top ropes and into the ring. He rolls in the ring and picks up the heavy steps, he turns the steps sideways and climbs the turnbuckle to the top ropes, the fans stand as Cooper jumps....
SMASH!!! Cooper drives the steel steps into Constantine's stomach and the table explodes underneath him sending both men down faster, Cooper connects on the steel steps hard as they come to a sudden stop on Constantine propelling Cooper in the air, face first into the cage then back into the wreckage of table next to the challenger!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Copeland: Cooper just turned himself into a steel missile and drove himself through Constantine and the table!
After a minute, Cooper crawls out of the wreckage. He stumbles a little then hauls Constantine to his feet, he slowly rolls him in the ring then steps through the middle ropes. He drops an elbow on the challengers chest and hooks his leg...
Constantine kicks out! Cooper punches the canvas and yells at the referee. He pulls Constantine to his feet by his hair then gives him an Irish whip off of the ropes, he gives him a tilt-a-wirl backbreaker but he holds him, he stands up and shows great power by hoisting The Power Trip on his shoulders, Cooper runs across the ring into a rolling firemans carry slam followed by a fast moonsault but Constantine raises his knees then rolls up the champion in a small package...
Cooper kicks out! He quickly grabs Constantine and rakes his eyes. He rolls under the ropes and searches under the ring, he hauls out another table and sets it up. Cooper searches under the ring again and comes out with a toolbox, he takes out a wrench. Cooper rolls in the ring, he bashes the challenger in the head with the small wrench, dropping Constantine again. He goes to the turnbuckle and starts working on the steel supports behind the buckle.
Cohen: It looks like the champion has some desire to be a ring worker here! He's REMOVING the ring ropes!
Connor: What is he thinking?
All the ring ropes fall slack to the canvas. Cooper hauls on the middle ropes and starts choking the challenger and hauls him around the ring. He throws down the ropes. He picks up Constantine and Irish whips him towards the ropeless ring edge but Constantine spins and reverse Irish whips Cooper hard! Cooper flies off of the ring into a front flip, his back slams off of the cage and he bounces off! He lands stomach first through the table he set up earlier CRACK!
Constantine falls to his knees, he takes big breaths as he holds his ribs with one hand. The pain on his face is evident as he tries to stand. Cooper slams his hand on the canvas, quickly back from the dead, he crawls in the ring and stands up, he points to himself and screams that he's the greatest. Constantine shakes his head, he runs full tilt at the champion, he drives his shoulder into Cooper's sternum and picks him right up while still running, he jumps with Cooper off of the ring.....
Collateral Damage THROUGH THE CAGE WALL!!!
....They fly through the air and straight through the commentary table sending the monitors flying in the air and Sebastian Copeland falling off of his chair while Cohen and Connor barely escape harm!!!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Copeland: Oh my god! I'm trying to get to my feet here! This place is so loud right now! They flew through the cage Jack!!!
Cohen: Collateral Damage right through the cage wall and our table here!! Look out!!
The rest of the cage wall collapses and falls everywhere, burying Cooper and Constantine already twisted inside the plastic, broken wood and monitors. The roof of the cell swings right down, referee Akiyama ducks and rolls just missing getting decapitated by the swinging steel! The crowds erupt again, chanting -You're a ninja-.
After a long while, Constantine pushes a wall of cage off of them, he hauls a knocked out Cooper back to the ring, he slowly rolls the champion in the ring but falls on his back, he starts coughing and he looks at his palm, he's coughing blood.
Copeland: Look at that, I told you, he's bleeding internally and he has to stop this, call this match off!
Constantine spits a small puddle of blood on a chunk of broken table. He rolls in the ring, he falls on Cooper and hooks his leg....
Cooper kicks out!
Constantine is beside himself in disbelief, he rolls out of the ring and reaches under the ring. He smiles wickedly as a stream of blood drips down the corner of his mouth. He hauls out a black leather whip. The challenger rolls in the ring, Cooper is wobbling to his feet....
A whip strike to the back makes his eyes go wide and causing an immediate slash on his back! Cooper turns and catches the next slash of the whip with cat like reflexes, he pulls on the whip and gives Constantine a back body drop. Both men roll off of the ring on opposite ends, Constantine gets tangled in whip and ropes as he hits the padded mats. Cooper is digging under the ring again.
Constantine climbs on the ring apron, he has a large jagged chunk of table in his hands, ready to use it as a weapon, Cooper's eyes are like globes as he hauls out his new weapon, he licks his lips in a maniacal fashion as he raises it.....
...its a crossbow, with a red V.I painted on it, loaded and ready to shoot!
Connor: No, no, no, no! I can't watch this! He can't be allowed to do this!!!
The crowds are standing again, Constantine is standing slaw jawed in the middle of the ring as Cooper takes aim at him with the crossbow!
The bolt hits the chunk of table and rips it out of his hands! Constantine can't believe what just happened, Cooper curses and throws the crossbow away. He rolls in the ring, Constantine runs up to him and slams him in the face with a hard right hand, Cooper fires back and both men trade punches....
CON-STAN-TINE!!! CON-STAN-TINE!! CON-STAN-TINE!!!
Cooper kicks the challenger right in the balls, dropping The Power Trip instantly. Cooper jumps off of the ring, he picks up the steel steps and throws it in the ring. He removes a red canister from under the ring and places the heavy container on the canvas. He crawls in the ring, Cooper sets up the stairs in the middle of the ring, he opens the red canister and pours liquid all over the steps and the canvas.
Copeland: Enough is enough, we can smell that liquid, some kind of gas! Can somebody get out here?! Get security out here, stop this carnage already!
Cooper smirks and flicks his thumb, the small flint device misses the pool of gas. He tries again but it doesn't light properly, Constantine clotheslines Cooper right off of the steel steps. Both men are down, breathing heavy. Constantine climbs to his feet using the stairs as help, he picks up Cooper. He hits The Axis! angle slam but Cooper reverses and jumps out of it, Cooper slams a desperate head butt right on Constantine's forehead, stumbling both men, The Champion low blows The Power Trip again! Constantine falls and Cooper leans back and laughs.
Cooper takes a big breath. He yells that it's over. He picks up Constantine, he hoists him up and hits him with a vicious Sitout Crusifix Powerbomb right on the steel steps!!! Clank!! Cooper gets to his knees, he smiles evilly at Constantine layed out like a slab of meat on the steps. He takes a few steps on the steel and stands directly over him. The Champion takes out another flint device and throws it at the gas pool...
The canvas is lit on fire!! The steps catch fire too, igniting Constantine's elbow pads!! Smoke and flames rise in the air, WZCW staff are scrambling down the ramp with fire extinguishers...
Copeland: Cooper is dead set on ending Constantine's career here and now, this is unbelievable!!
Cooper hauls Constantine up and they are both standing on the steel steps, surrounded by fire and smoke, he picks up Constantine in a slam position and lowers him upside down to his knees...Constantine kicks and wiggles, Cooper loses balance and leans back , the challengers feet land on the first step, he reverses position and stands up with Cooper upside down now!! He steps to the top of the stairs, he stands there for a moment as the crowds are going crazy, he jumps high in a spinning, twisting tombstone on the steps The 360 Deal on Cooper....
The canvas collapses under the stairs and both men fall inside the destroyed mat to the void under the ring!!
The crowds explode into multiple chants of holy shit and please don't die. WZCW crew are trying to get through the wreckage as the ring continues to burn.
After a long time,Constantine appears outside the ring by the destroyed table, he has Cooper wrapped up in ring rope and hauling his limp, soot covered body, he rolls him in the ring. Constantine rolls in after him, he coughs up a lot of blood and it covers his chest. He falls to his back, knocked out from exhaustion, smoke rising from his elbow pads. Referee Akiyama looks on in concern, both wrestlers are knocked out on the burning, ripped canvas.
Cooper suddenly comes to life! He slowly makes it to his feet. Constantine makes to to his feet after a moment, they stand facing each other in the chaos of ropes, burning canvas, large sections of cage and black swirling smoke.
Cooper extends his hand for a handshake. Constantine, bloody chest and all, coughs again and staggers forward, he reaches out with his hand, Cooper kicks Constantine between his legs but The Power Trip was ready, he catches The Champions foot then hits The Axis angle slam right on a canvas! He falls backward on Cooper's chest and hooks his leg while leaning his head back as far as he can.....
DING!! DING!! DING!!
Copeland: He did it!! He did it!! New champion!! We have a new champion and this place is going crazy!!
Harrys: The winner of this match and NEW WZCW World Heavyweight Champion... CONSTANTINE!!!!
The continuous roar of the crowd shakes any camera trying to film Constantine. The new champion holds up his championship belt with one hand, the other holding his busted ribs, the emotion on his face shines through the pain as he lowers to belt to his own face and kisses it. Medical personal assist him up the ramp as the crowds reach out and pat his arm. Cooper recovers in the ring, he covers his face with both hands, realization seeping in that he's lost the one thing he holds dear in this world.
Connor: Guys! We are only getting started here at Unscripted. It's going to take awhile to clean up and repair this mess!
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In the parking lot a dirty Jeep speeds in and pulls out, barely fitting in a parking spot. Matt Tastic leaps over the top and to the ground with a backpack over his shoulder. Stacey Madison approaches him with a mic in tow and both make their way into the building.
Madison: Matt Tastic, tonight is your first Championship match in years. You have the chance to eliminate a mayor Pay Per View losing streak. What match are you hoping for tonight?
Tastic: Stacey, I really don't care what match gets chosen. I'm a veteran. I'm ready for anything. I want gold and to get gold, I need to take a rather small gamble. Is it the first time I've done that? No. Will it be the last? No. So what the hell do I have to worry about as far as match types? Now Callie on the other hand, hasn't exactly been quiet about not wanting a Mayhem match. Maybe she shot herself in the foot doing it. Her loss. I don't want her bitching after she loses. We done?
Madison: One more question. Our next shows are in your home town. Your thoughts?
Matt: Sounds like more incentive to win tonight. Callie, watch yourself. That title is mine now.
Matt walks off into the building.
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Harrys: The following match is scheduled for one fall....
Harrys: Introducing first from Yonkers NY, weighing 275 pounds....The Italian Stallion, Tony Mancini!
After about 15 seconds Aive by hits the sound system and Tony Mancini walks out to cheers from the audience. Tony walks to the ring. He listens to the majority of fans cheer for him while there are still a few boos. He high fives some fans as he walks down the ramp. He climbs into the ring and takes off the Cornicello Charm his mother gave him, kisses it for luck and hands it to a ringside worker. As he waits for his opponent he kneels in the corner and with his head on the middle turnbuckle says a small prayer before the match.
Copeland: Now that we have found out the stipulation, one would have to wonder what is going through Tony's mind right now.
Connor: I could say the same for his opponent.
Cohen: I'm disappointed in our fans for voting the money stipulation. A Stretcher match would have been more fitting.
Harrys: And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing 155 pounds pounds, Wren!
The arena goes dark. Wren enters the darkened arena with a single ray of spotlight on her with her head down. She elegantly walks down the aisle and spreads her arms across with arena lighting up, soaking in the energy of the arena. She then slowly enters the arena and climbs up each turnbuckle, bowing to the audience with her arms spread across.
Copeland: Wren could have a lot to gain from winning this match. Both financially as well as her placement on the card.
Connor: Wren has my full support.
Cohen: I know I said it earlier, but I still can't believe Stretcher didn't win the poll.
The two competitors stand in opposite corners of the ring facing each other. The bell is rung to start the match and Tony begins slowly approaching Wren. Wren wastes no time in going to climb to the top ropes. She uses a Missile dropkick on Tony! He gets up and Wren punches him. Six times. She tries to hit a seventh consecutive punch but Tony grabs her by the arm and shoves her into the ring corner. He uses a Running knee. They both get up. Mancini grabs Wren and uses a Bear Hug. Wren tries to break free, but Tony holds on tight. Wren punches Tony in the head three times, causing him to let go. Mancini is trying to regain his balance as the punches caught him off guard. Wren takes a few steps to the left and then runs at Tony using a Shining Wizard. Tony is down and she covers him for a pinfall. The ref counts. 1.... 2.... kickout by Mancini!
Connor: Wren is already taking extra measures to try to achieve a victory. I like the strategy she is using here.
Copeland: Tony was able to withstand her offense, however, and the pinfall was unsuccessful. She's trying and it could pay off.
Cohen: It's too early for her to try to get a pin.
They both get up. Wren runs for the ropes and springs off leaping at Tony. He catches her and uses a Tilt-a-whirl Slam! He attemptes to cover Wren but she kicks him before he is able to cover. Wren gets up and kicks him five more times. Tony grabs her. She knees him in the face. Tony maintains his grip. He picks her up over his shoulders, but she reverses it and uses a Tornado DDT! Wren goes to cover Tony for a pinfall. The ref starts counting. 1.... 2.... kickout by Mancini! Tony gets up and Wren does so as well a couple of seconds afterward. He grabs her and uses a Facebuster! Tony stands up, waiting for Wren to get up. Another Facebuster on Wren! He covers her for a pinfall. The ref has begun to count. 1.... 2.... kickout by Wren!
Copeland: Those two facebusters nearly ended the match! Wren has shown her determination to win this match.
Connor: Indeed she has. I'd love to see what she would do with that prize money.
Cohen: It's a silly stipulation. I'm more interested in who the better wrestler is. Not what the winner would do with a large amount of money.
Both competitors get up. Wren runs for the ropes and springs off, only to be hit by a Clothesline from Tony. He goes to grab her but she kicks him in the face and rolls out of the way. Wren gets up. She does a Spinning heel kick! She takes a step back as Tony is standing up. Once Tony gets tp his feet Wren uses a Reverse roundhouse kick! Wren then picks Tony up and uses one of her signature maneuvers, a Michinoku driver! She covers Tony for a pinfall and the ref counts. 1.... 2.... kickout by Mancini! Wren stands up and starts kicking Tony. She kicks him in the side five times and in the stomach 4 times. She picks him up once more and uses another Michinoku driver signature maneuver! Wren covers Tony again for a pinfall. 1.... 2.... kickout by Mancini! Wren rolls over and both competitors are laying down on their backs in the center of the ring.
Copeland: Mancini has incredible resilience to have made it through such a string of offensive maneuvers. I can tell how much he wants to win the money.
Connor: They both want that prize money. I think Wren wants it just a little more than Tony does, though.
Cohen: Will you two stop it with the prize money already? These two are both former Eurasian Championship contenders. Why is that not being discussed more than the money?
Tony is the first to get up. Wren is still down. Tony goes and climbs up on the top rope at the corner of the ring. He jumps off and uses a guillotine leg drop on Wren! He goes to climb the ropes again. Wren has not gotten up. Tony leaps off the ropes again attempting another guillotine leg drop, but Wren kicks him as he makes impact. Tony rolls over and Wren gets up. She quickly makes her way to the ropes and climbs up before using a Springboard clothsline on Tony. They both get up. Tony picks Wren up and uses an Atomic Drop followed by a Suplex. He covers her for a pin as the ref counts. 1.... 2.... kickout by Wren! They both are quick to get up. Tony hits Wren with a forearm to the face and then grabs her and uses a DDT. Wren gets up. She tries to use a Dropkick but Tony dodges it. He picks her up and uses a signature maneuver, the Sidewalk slam! Tony covers Wren for a pin. 1.... 2.... kickout by Wren!
Connor: Wren is still in the match! I thought that was it for her for a moment there. Luckily that was not the case.
Copeland: A very impressive Sidewalk slam by Tony.
Cohen: It didn't get the job done. That would have made it impressive.
Both of them get up. Wren uses a Dropkick. As Tony stands up again Wren does a Hurricanrana! While he is down she kicks him four times and punches him two times. Tony shoves Wren away and stands back up. She approaches Tony quickly and uses an Enzuigiri. Tony tries to do a Bulldog but Wren dodges. She gets up on the ropes and uses a Moonsault, but Tony is able to evade it just in time. Wren hits the center of the ring. Tony goes over into a corner of the ring and waits for just the right moment. Wren slowly gets up, turns around and Tony uses his finisher, a Gore called the Il Siluro Italiano! The ref counts as Tony covers Wren for a pinfall. 1.... 2.... 3!
Harrys: Here is your winner and the recipient of $10,000.... Tony Mancini!
Copeland: Tony Mancini just became $10,000 richer. He must be so excited!
Cohen: The fans made us lose out on seeing an excellent stretcher match. I'm still upset about that.
Connor: Things did not go as Wren may have wanted, but I applaud her efforts. Plenty more action coming tonight, so stay tuned.
Last edited by Da Prophet : 11-24-2017 at 07:25 PM.
Harrys: The following contest is a Fatal Four Way match scheduled for one fall!
Copeland: And this four way is not for bragging rights or an exhibition match to warm up the crowd. The winner of this match will become the number one contender to one of three WZCW championships, as voted by you, the WZCW Universe.
Connor: One of the more unique stipulations tonight where the fans get to decide the future of a rising superstar. As long as you're the winner, you've struck gold.
Cohen: As long as they win, CC... and then beat the champion. If any one of these rising stars are going to have any chance of getting a title around their waist, they need to bring it in this match tonight.
Harrys: Introducing first, from the Dark Carnival, weighing 220 pounds... "The Great" Milenko!
The music starts to the pulsing of black strobe lights. After a few seconds that feels like a few minutes pass by, Milenko is still yet to be found on the stage. The boos chorus from the fans as the entire arena plunges into darkness. As the lights turn back on, standing before the crowd, is the man they call Milenko. He sits patiently in the middle of the ring, staring at the ramp for his opponents.
Cohen: After all these years, Milenko still creeps me out. Ugh.
Copeland: Could you imagine if the fans voted for the Mayhem championship as the reward for the winning superstar? If you think Milenko is unnerving now, what until that result comes up.
The crowd cheers as Ace Stevens walks onto the stage, kicking it to the opening bars to his own theme. He sees Milenko staring back at him but he does not seem phased as he smirks, continuing to strut his stuff for the crowd and giving off a smirk. He occasionally stops to interact with the fans, teaching some of the younger fans how to look as cool as the Ace of WZCW.
Harrys: His opponent, next, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 228 pounds, who like to be announced as "The Next People's Champion"... Ace Stevens!
Connor: Speaking of the Mayhem championship, here comes the former 3-time Mayhem champion himself. This man exemplified Mayhem for many months and if it wasn't for an injury he sustained before the 2nd WZCW Supershow, he might've rivalled Matt Tastic or Vega as the potential best Mayhem competitor.
Copeland: As far as I could gather from talking to Ace earlier, the Mayhem title is not the championship he wants. He is looking for some fresh gold. That and he did not get introduced as "The American" something tonight because we are in Canada tonight; doesn't want to annoy the audience even further with superstars like Milenko who already do that. He said that, not me.
Ace enters the ring and Milenko remains sitting in the middle of the ring. They exchange looks before Milenko looks up the ramp. Ace waves his hand in front of Milenko's stare but he does not budge. Ace shrugs his shoulders and finds his own space in the ring to prepare, interacting with fans when he can.
Lights go out as soon as the entrance theme starts playing. A dark-orchid colored light starts flickering around all over the entire arena. After a while, it converts into a single spotlight on the entrance ramp when Yemrez runs towards the ring. She then removes her hoodie after entering the ring and makes a "heart" sign with her hands to the audience which results in a cheer from them.
Harrys: Their opponent, from Tallinn, Estonia, weighing in at 151 pounds... "Ms. Unorthodox" Yemrez Reqonic!
Cohen: I still have no idea what makes her unorthodox. The closest explanation I can muster is how she can get through to the semi-finals of the Gold Rush tournament, blow everybody's minds with her skills and then proceed to do nothing of importance for a while. That is an unorthodox method to getting momentum and career recognition.
Connor: I do not believe that is what she means by Ms. Unorthodox. What matters is that Yemrez Reqonic gets a chance at redemption tonight for her losing against Constantine. She may not have received the World championship match or even her dream match against Eve Taylor but she does get the opportunity to continue her impressive performances and earn herself a title match. This is the perfect opportunity for Yemrez.
Yemrez makes a seat on the lowest rope, staring at Milenko and blocking his vision from looking at their final opponent. Milenko becomes annoyed with this gesture and stares menacingly at Yemrez. The two are locked in a gaze. Stevens notices this and is dumbfounded by the recent trends in staring competitions.
Harrys: And finally, from The Pentagon, weighing in at 308 pounds... War Zone!
The lights go out as War Zone's theme plays, followed by the crowd throwing jeers and boos in his direction. The monstrous figure slowly walks his way to the entrance and a spotlight dims on him. He relishes in the spotlight before the lights come back on and he slowly walks his walk to the ring. All eyes focused on the ring. He glares at someone at the audience as he continues his slow, methodical march.
Copeland: The biggest and most imposing competitor in this match by far. War Zone is going to require using his power to overcome any obstacles he may encounter in this match because I guarantee the other competitors will do anything to keep their distance or outsmart him.
Cohen: Yes but he is not an idiot, Seabass. He merely lacks experience in WZCW and in big time matches. He has a chance, on Pay-Per-View, to against some rising stars and veteran players to showcase to the audience they should take him seriously. Whether he wins or loses in this match, the future is only brighter for War Zone. Like a nuclear warhead going off. That kind of brightness.
Connor: You truly have a way with words, Jack... but, I guess you are not wrong. Even if War Zone loses, he can go back to the drawing board and start again with these experiences under his belt. Learn from the mistakes. However, anything can happen in WZCW so let's not count out War Zone yet. He has a very good chance of being the next number one contender.
War Zone enters the ring and slowly walks into the middle of the staring contest between Yemrez and Milenko. He stands still, making sure their visions are both blocked. Both annoyed, they look up at War Zone. He does not return the looks and continues his slow walk over to Ace Stevens, slamming his fist into his palm before turning his back. Behind his back, Stevens mocks him and referee Katy Shepard has entered the ring, making sure everything is right before she signals for the start. The theme of War Zone fades away.
Harry: And now to reveal what you, the fans, have decided which championship the winner will challenge fo-
Before Truman Harrys can finish the reveal, Milenko pops up from his sitting stance and delivers a massive bicycle kick to Yemrez Reqonic! The crowd boos heavily as Yemrez, caught off-guard still sitting on the lowest rope, is knocked to the outside and lands hard on the thin padding. Harrys quickly exists the ring as Milenko stares at what he has done, smiling. Referee Shepard tells him off before quickly checking on Yemrez on the outside.
Copeland: What was that for? A cheap shot before the match has officially begun. He attacked Yemrez for no reason whatsoever!
Cohen: That's what you get for not being ready at all times. She should not have sat on the ropes; she was completely exposed! Why not kick her and eliminate her from the early contention? One less competitor to deal with.
Seeing at how unsportsmanlike, or in the mind of Ace Stevens how unpeopleschampionlike, Milenko's conduct was, he approaches Milenko from behind, spins him around and questions him about it? He pushes him, prompting Milenko to push back. The two then break out into a brawl. Referee Shepard, noticing all this and realising she has lost control already, she calls for the bell.
* DING DING DING *
Connor: N-Nani?! Are we starting the match like this? In a brawl?
Cohen: The official has lost control and the competitors want to fight. So let them!
Connor: But we do not even know what these competitors will be fighting for? What will be the championship they are challenging for?
Copeland: I guess we will find out when the match finishes!
Stevens and Milenko are trading punches with each other, squaring off in the middle of the ring. Yemrez is still lying outside on the floor, doing her best to recover from the shot. War Zone sees the two brawling and believes he is ignored by the competition. He rectifies this situation by bulldosing both competitors with a double running clothesline. Milenko is knocked to the outside with Stevens in the ring. Ace looks to pull himself up using the ropes but as soon as he gets to his feet, War Zone hits him with a big boot. Stevens falls, bouncing back off the ropes and back into War Zone who picks him up and delivers a running powerslam. War Zone does not go for the cover; rather, he cracks a small smile at his work.
Copeland: War Zone is looking dominant in the opening of this contest. Doing well to hold himself in the ring.
On the outside, Yemrez has managed to get to her feet, just managing to stand. Milenko is recovered and looks to finish off Yemrez. He goes for a European uppercut but Yemrez blocks and pushes Milenko back into the steel steps. Milenko grabs his back in pain before Yemrez throws him into the corner of the crowd barricade. Yemrez shakes off the cobwebs from her fall and prepares herself, backing up before running at Milenko with a handspring elbow smash. She follows up with a one-handed bulldog that leaves both competitors on the ground.
Meanwhile, in the ring, War Zone is taking his time with some punches and kicks to a cornered Stevens. The Ace walks out dazed from the corner and War Zone kicks him in stomach, setting him up for a turnbuckle powerbomb. As War Zone picks up steam, looking to deliver the move to the corner, Stevens slips out and pushes War Zone into the corner using his own momentum. War Zone goes sternum first and remains in the corner, slowly turning around. Stevens uses this opportunity to size up War Zone and deliver a running splash. War Zone stumbles out the corner and Stevens runs the ropes, delivering a high knee strike. War Zone falls to a knee and Stevens runs again, hitting a facebreaker knee smash. War Zone is down and Stevens covers...
and a power kick-out by War Zone.
War Zone slides out of the ring, looking to recover. Stevens goes to chase but lets the big man out of the ring. He turns around to check the other competitors and gets a big running body block by Yemrez for his efforts, knocking him down.
Cohen: What an ingenious strategy by Yemrez. She put herself in a bad position and played possum to lure the competitors in her trap to take advantage. She's more cunning than I expected!
Yemrez runs the ropes, leaping over Stevens body who gets up immediately after. Stevens tries a clothesline but Yemrez ducks, continuing the run. Stevens attempts a high knee strike but Yemrez does a sliding evasion dodge, getting up quickly to catch Stevens with a leaping double foot stomp. She goes for the cover...
and a kick-out by Stevens.
Almost instantly, Yemrez applies a figure four neck lock on Stevens, looking for a submission. After a few seconds, she hits multiple push-up facebusters to knock Stevens silly. As she goes to turn back over, Milenko has re-entered the match and delivers a running kitchen sink to Yemrez, stopping the submission. He grabs Yemrez, tosses her to the outside and goes for a cover...
and a kick-out by Stevens.
Milenko picks up Stevens and goes for the neckbreaker. As he goes to hit it, War Zone enters the ring and grabs Milenko by the throat. As War Zone delivers his STO, Milenko delivers a neckbreaker to Stevens. Stevens rolls to the outside as War Zone attempts a cross armbreaker submission on Milenko.
Connor: Back and forth. Back and forth. Every time someone gets the advantage, another person gets back into the fray. Nobody is letting the others take the spotlight away from them; even though they do not know which title they are challenging, they want this win to prove they are championship material.
As War Zone wrenches on the arm, Yemrez slides in and delivers a 180 degree leg drop with added theatrics right on the big man's neck. Yemrez follows up with another spinning leg drop for good measure on War Zone. However, she hits a third on Milenko for his indiscretions and covers Milenko...
and a kick-out by Milenko.
Yemrez looks over to War Zone who is slowly rising to his feet. For his troubles, she hits a double palm thrust on him. Yemrez looks to run the ropes and deliver a big blow to War Zone but he manages to get up and respond to her with a sit-out spinebuster. As War Zone looks to get up, Stevens appears in the ring and runs at War Zone, hitting a spinning neckbreaker. He covers War Zone...
and a power-out by War Zone.
The force sends Stevens into the air and covers Yemrez...
and a power-out by Yemrez.
The force is enough to send Stevens into the air again and onto Milenko for a cover. However, Milenko senses this and throws a punch straight right into the incoming Stevens. He is flattened and stays on the canvas with the other competitors.
Copeland: It is anyone's game now. All have an equal chance of seizing this opportunity to win this match. Who will capitalise?
Cohen: Milenko looks to be the freshest. That was a mean straight right from him. Stevens might be out!
Indeed, it is Milenko who is first to his feet and is met with War Zone. He hits War Zone with a series of punches, ducking a massive haymaker from War Zone and finishes with a headbutt. Milenko runs the ropes and hits a huge boot to War Zone, almost knocking him down. Milenko runs once again, looking for a big spear. As Milenko goes to hit it, War Zone catches him and delivers a series of nasty powerbombs. One powerbomb. Two powerbombs. Three. All in a row in the middle of the ring with each bomb sounding nastier than the last. After the three hits, War Zone looks down at Milenko with a smirk and decides to clear the ring of the rest of the competitors.
He sees Yemrez attempting to get up and looks for the Missile of Death on Yemrez. As he goes for his patent superman punch, Yemrez does a matrix evasion and hits Nigh the Bliss on War Zone. He staggers and looks groggy. Yemrez, being the expert bodybuilder, attempts to pick up the heaviest competitor in the match. Slowly, she lifts War Zone on her shoulders, much to the applause and surprise of the crowd. War Zone goes his best to get out of the move... but Stevens hits his finisher on War Zone: the Punchline! This enables Yemrez to hit the Eerie Blitz - the rolling fireman's carry slam and into a moonsault.
Connor: Amazing teamwork by the two!
As Yemrez goes for the cover, Ace Stevens attempts the Winged Eagle. Yemrez rolls out and tries the Via Crucis. Stevens manages to roll out of the move and kick Yemrez in the stomach. He hits her with a lifting DDT! She hits the canvas with enough impact to bounce her back up and lean onto the ropes. Stevens hits a clothesline to take her over the top rope. With War Zone down and Yemrez on the outside, Stevens turns his attention to Milenko. He heads over and looks to finish off Milenko... but the Great One catches him with a surprise wicked spinebuster, nailing him into the canvas. Milenko groggily gets up and signals for the end!
Stevens slowly gets into position as the crowd boos, not wanting to have the match end this way. Milenko waits for the opportune moment and goes to unleash a masterful Hell's Pit... but the strike misses! Stevens grabs Milenko by the waist, looking for a German. Milenko runs at the ropes as Stevens is holding on and uses the momentum to push Stevens off. Stevens rolls through and as Milenko turns around, Stevens nails a second punchline, this time to Milenko! The Great One goes down and Stevens covers..
War Zone is beginning to stir.
Yemrez is on her feet on the outside and looks to slide into the ring. As War Zone notices the pinfall and Yemrez is getting into the ring to break up the pin, it is all too late.
Referee Shepard calls for the bell and ends the match. Yemrez looks dejected that she did not break up the pin in time. War Zone is still recovering from his shots. Ace Stevens gets up and raises his hands in the air, elated by the victory.
Harrys: Here is your winner... Ace Stevens!
Connor: The former three-time Mayhem champion has done it! He has come back, got on a roll with momentum and he is now the new number one contender!
Cohen: He managed to survive the chaos of a fatal four way, pick his spots and earned the victory. Well done. He deserved this one.
Copeland: And that's not to forget the efforts made by all the other competitors in this match. Cunning strategies, brutal destruction and impressive feats of strength all made their mark... but they were no match for Ace Stevens.
Connor: Speaking of matches, what is the next championship match that we will see Stevens in. We still do not know what title he is challenging for.
As Stevens is celebrating, referee Shepard lets him know that the results will be displayed shortly on the titantron. He looks towards the big screen, as does the other three competitors who are curious as to what they would have received.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, Ace Stevens, the winner of this Fatal Four Way, will challenge for the championship that you decided... and that title is...
With suspense, everybody looks:
Ace Stevens face goes from tired and breathing heavily to a turn of sudden joy and elation. He re-celebrates his victory in the middle of the ring, super excited to be challenging for the title he wanted to challenge. Yemrez, War Zone and Milenko are all shocked at the result and even more disappointed that they lost this match.
Copeland: Ace Stevens has gotten the Eurasian championship opportunity! What a massive challenge he has ahead of him, no matter the winner of the tag team match tonight.
Connor: If Titus Avison manages to retain tonight, Ace Stevens is in one hell of a fight. He is a legend who currently holds the title under a legendary reign... and if one member of Vis Imperium wins, then Ace Stevens has one hell of an uphill battle to take on the faction that holds all the keys to the castle. Either way, Stevens has got his work cut out for him.
Cohen: It is almost a death sentence for Stevens. Ace is celebrating now but come tomorrow, he'll be deep in regret for winning this match. He made his comeback and now he is in the deep end. Good luck, Stevens, you're going to need it!
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In the hallways backstage, a ruckus is heard and we see several employees, non-wrestlers, quickly scurrying away. The noise approaches and from around the corner, Justin Cooper staggers forward. Barely able to stand after the brutal Hell in a Cell match to open the show, Cooper keeps one arm on the wall to balance himself and pushes through the pain.
Cooper: Where the hell are they? Mark! Xander! Andrew!
He continues to move forward, pushing anyone in his path to the floor and cursing at them.
Cooper: God damn it! Argh, where the hell are you lot?
From afar we see the three other members of Vis Imperium hurrying towards their leader. Keaton and LeBelle are still dressed in their backstage attire.
Cooper: Finally, did you three see what happened out there. Argh! I was robbed. John isn’t half the wrestler I am. It was that damn referee. I’ll make sure he never works again after what he did to me.
Xander: Losing the World Title is an unfortunate setback to our plans and ambitions for this organization however we can still achieve something great tonight. It is not all lost, Justin. Tonight, Mark and I will deliver swift justice for you and Mr. Banks when we end the career of Tyrone Blades, and bring to end the reign of Titus Avison.
End in his state of utter agony, Cooper forces out laugh.
Xander: You don’t think we can do it?
Cooper: I don’t know. I give a shit if you can win tonight. The tag match isn’t what we have to worry about. All of us have to focus on getting my World Title back. That’s the priority. I want my title back, right now!
Adonis: That is a challenge we can tackle after tonight. Our focus must remain on doing what is best for the team.
Nearly screaming at the top of his lungs, Cooper gets right in the face of LeBelle and Adonis.
Cooper: The best thing for the team is for me to be World Champion! I need to be World Champion. I haven’t worked this hard to fall short of being in the main event of back to back Kingdom Come events. One person in the history of this company has done that and I’ve just had that chance taken for ME! I have been the best wrestler in the world for this entire year. I have beaten everyone they put in front of me. I deserve to be in the main event again. I DESERVE TO BE WORLD CHAMPION!
Having stood there in silence the entire time, Keaton finally speaks.
Keaton: Motherfucker, it’s not always about you!
Everyone is stunned at the outburst, especially Cooper. He takes a few steps back and leans against the wall, his body still aching.
Keaton: You lost, Justin. There is nothing we can do for you at the moment. We have a job to do and we’re going to do it. That’s what is best for the team. Xander and I are going to go out there and bring championship gold back to Vis Imperium. That’s what the team needs. We’re going to put an end to the career of Tyrone Blades and secure Mr. Banks’ position of power over this company. See, that’s what is best for the team since it benefits all of us.
In frustration, Keaton gets in Cooper’s face.
Keaton: Me, me, me, me… me! It’s not about you! This is about all of us. We’re all in this together. I’ll see you after we win the Eurasian Championship, as a fucking team.
With that said, Keaton walks away and disappears along with LeBelle. Adonis remains a little longer than the rest and leans down to Cooper, the latter having slid down to the floor due to the considerable amount of pain he is in. Adonis helps Cooper up and the two head for the trainer’s room to get checked out.
Connor: Some friction appearing between the members of Vis Imperium. That cannot be good for them considering the huge implications of their tag team match later in the evening.
Cohen: If you noticed, Keaton and LeBelle were unified. That shows only positives for Vis Imperium. Clearly Cooper was just in a lot of pain and wasn’t feeling like him. He’ll be fine after some recovery and Vis Imperium will be stronger than ever.
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The camera pans across the faces of both Logan McAllister and Eve Taylor as they stand in different locations backstage. Both of the competitors look hyped up for the match that is set to begin. But begin where? The camera then transitions to a shot of Truman Harrys in the ring with a microphone in hand.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall...
With the scores shown on the tron, the fans in the arena cannot help but let out a squeal of anticipation for what they are about to see.
Harrys: And will be contested under no disqualification rules in a boiler room brawl!
With the announcement made, both competitors leave the static shot of their faces and begin making their way towards the annals of the arena. Logan seems to be the happier of the two as he adopts a smile and begins making his way down the corridor. The camera transitions back to a satic shot of the three commentators at ring side as they stall for time.
Copeland: Well, ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here first. Eve Taylor and Logan McAllister will take part in a no disqualification match somewhere deep in the annals of this very building. A match, you might say, suits Logan McAllister more than Eve Taylor, Jack?
Cohen: I would agree with that, Seabass. I don't think there is any doubting that Logan McAllister seems to have turned a very barbaric corner in his career lately. We all seen what he did to Constantine a couple of weeks ago. This type of brutality really suits someone like that. But don't get me wrong, Eve Taylor is capable of being that sick when she wants to be.
Connor: Agreed on that front, Jack. I don't think there is any doubt that Tylor is the more accomplished grappler. But this stipulation really evens the score between the two. This match will be won and lost on who can cause more damage to the other.
Finally, the camera transitions back to a shot of Eve Taylor walking down an empty corridor towards a dark and dreary part of the building. Suddenly, Logan McAllister jumps out from the darkness and nails her with a damaging double-axe-handle to the back of her head. Eve immediately hits the stone floor as Logan towers above her, a referee in tow. Logan wastes no time in going to work on the former runway model as he begins stomping her back and legs relentlessly – a sick look appearing on his face and getting more evident with every stomp that lands. The referee pleads with Logan to take it easy and to allow Eve back to her feet to start the match. But Logan doesn't need to listen to the referee and is making sure that the referee knows that fact.
Copeland: Well, it seems as though this match is off and running, if you can even call it that. Just to be clear, the referee is only there to count the fall and nothing else, folks. There is no disqualification in this match and, more importantly, anything goes down there.
Connor: And it seems as though Logan is already making the most of that lack of rules, Seabass. Those are some vicious stomps to Taylor and he is under no ruling to stop his onslaught. This could get ugly very early on.
After finishing a few more stomps, Logan picks Eve up by the hair and pulls her back to her feet. Unceremoniously, however, he tosses her over a nearby table and into the brick wall that it sits against. The slapping sound of Eve hitting the wall is enough to bring a sickness to even the hardiest of stomachs but Logan doesn't care one bit. He grabs Eve by the hair again and pulls him off of the table and onto the floor below. Eve lets out a shout of agony as Logan grabs a metal sign from a nearby production cart and smashes it over her back. Eve hits the floor due to the impact with enough force to burst her lip in the process. With the taste of blood in her mouth, Eve turns around onto her back but is immediately greeted with the metal sign being smashes against her ribs and stomach. The fans inside the arena can be heard down in the basement as another sickening thud is heard at Eve's expense. The smile on Logan's face has not disappeared from the start of the match and, if anything, is growing wider with every sickening and punishing blow that he hits Eve with. Logan tosses the sign away and grabs Eve by the hair once more, dragging her towards the boiler room that the match was supposed to take place in – her legs kicking as she is dragged down the corridor.
Copeland: This is totally sick, ladies and gentlemen. The stipulation in this match makes it so that the person who seizes control of the match in the early stages will be the one who controls the match throughout. And Logan has made sure that person is him. He has made sure that Eve is under his control from the get-go and that could mean some real punishment for Taylor.
Cohen: She knew what she was getting into, Seabass. And by all accounts, she wasn't happy with being in this match up in the first place. She's made no secret of the fact that she was looking past a match with someone like Logan and making strides towards the main event. Well, Logan is showing her the error of her ways right now. And teaching her a lesson too.
Once inside the boiler room, Logan picks Eve up and tosses drives her into the stone wall off to their side. Eve lets out another yell of agony as her back connects with the cold and unforgiving brick work. She crumbles to her knees and is immediately kicked square in the mouth by her oppressive opponent. The crowd take a sharp intake of breath as Eve falls backwards and is immediately covered by Logan. The referee counts the first fall in the match but is only able to reach a count of 1 before she gets her shoulder off of the floor. Logan gets to his knees and slaps the floor in frustration. He punishes Eve with a few stiff shots to the face before getting back to his feet and pulling Eve back to her own vertical base. Logan looks around the room for inspiration on how to make Eve's life even more of a misery at this point. He spots a nearby metal platform and tosses Eve over it, causing her to disappear from view for a few moments. Logan lets the same sick smile appear on his face as he begins crawling over the metal platform to meet Eve. Suddenly, Eve gets to her feet – appearing from behind the platform like a phoenix rising from the ashes. And she is not doing it alone. She pulls a fire extinguisher from beneath her and immediately uncorks it right into the eyes of her barbaric opponent. Logan stumbles backwards, his arms flailing as he tries to keep the foamy liquid out of his eyes and face. He retreats off of the platform but is soon joined by his opponent as she dives off of the metal platform and nails him over the head with the metal extinguisher.
Connor: Wow! Logan McAllister is now learning that the boiler room match giveth and the boiler room match taketh away. He has taken Eve to the limit so far in this – I don't know if you would call it a match – but now Eve is finding that she can punish Logan just as much as a result.
Copeland: Absolutely, CC. Anything goes in this match, we have continually said that. And now that Taylor has her wits about her, who knows what kind of trouble Logan might fins himself in. One thing is for sure though, she will want to exact quite a bit of revenge for the punishment that Logan gifted her from the surprise start.
Eve gets back to her feet and stands above the man who has given her such a torrid start to this match, looking down on him as he tries to wipe the foam from his eyes. But Eve is in no mood to allow Logan to get his senses about him again. This time, it is the turn of the former model to adopt a sick look on her face as he grabs Logan by the hair and pulls him back to his feet. She grabs his head and moves towards a steel pipe off to her right. She pulls Logan's head backwards and then thrusts it forward, smashing his face into the pipe. Logan falls to one knee as Eve walks away from him calmly. Suddenly, she turns on her heels and runs towards Logan, nailing him with a running drop-kick that sends his face and body smashing into the steel pipe that he is becoming very familiar with. Eve immediately crawls on top of her opponent for the pin fall. But the referee is only able to make it to a count of 2 before Logan gets his shoulder up and the match continues. Eve doesn't seem too disappointed with the thought of continuing to punish Logan for his sins in the earlier part of this match. She quickly gets back to her feet, putting the near fall behind her. She looks around the room for inspiration this time, as she spots a steel chair behind various cables. Grabbing the chair and moving back towards Logan, Eve only has one thing on her mind. As Logan struggles to get back to his feet, he rolls over onto his stomach, presenting his back to the Gold Rush finalist. An opportunity that Eve does not pass up as she brings the chair down on Logan's back 3 times in a row – each shot sending a sickening thud through the annals of the arena.
Cohen: Come on now, Eve, that's enough!
Copeland: Enough, Jack? Where were your protestations when Logan was putting the screws to Eve Taylor only a few minutes ago. Logan is getting exactly what he is owed for his actions recently and there is no way that Eve is going to stop with the opportunity to exact some revenge on him.
Connor: How these two competitors have suffered this much punishment already in this match is beyond belief quite frankly, gentlemen. For us mere mortals, this match would be over already. But both of these competitors are nothing if they are not full of pride. I have a feeling it is going to take something particularly heinous to stop this contest.
Eve, mercifully, stops the attack at 3 chair shots and then moves away from Logan for a second. She pulls the chair open and puts it down on the stone floor. She takes a moment to get her breath back before going over to Logan and pulling him back to his feet. But Logan is looking a little worse for wear now. He stumbles towards the nearby chair as Eve guides him towards it. She looks as though she has some serious malice on her mind as she sets Logan down on the chair in a seated position. She leathers Logan with a stiff shot to the side of his head to make sure that he is compliant with her wishes and then moves away from him quickly. She gets about 20 feet away from him and then turns back towards him. Suddenly, she makes a run towards him, looking to deliver more punishment to the Son of Boston. But her plans are quickly put to bed as Logan gets up from the chair and nails Eve with a drop-toe-hold so that he face collides with the steel chair with vicious speed and a sickening thud. Eve lies motionless on the floor as Logan gets back to one knee and looks down at her with an evil look on his face. Logan garbs the almost crumpled steel chair and gets to his feet. He tries to fold it back together but it is almost destroyed and does not comply. Letting out a frustrated yell, he tosses the chair towards a nearby pipe with devastating force. Suddenly, a crack appears in the pipe and hot steam begins to escape from the metal housing. Logan shields his eyes from the popping noise of the steam escaping before eyeing the ridiculously hot steam as a game changer.
Copeland: NO, LOGAN! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT!
Connor: I don't like this, gentlemen! I really don't like this at all. This is a professional wrestling match at the core of everything else. The look and ideas in the mind of Logan McAllister right now goes way beyond that. Someone needs to stop him before he ends the career of Eve Taylor or maybe worse!
With Eve lying motionless at his feet, Logan studies the hot steam for a few seconds – perhaps wondering if he is man enough to go through with the act of maiming his opponent for life. Suddenly, he comes to his senses again and grabs Eve by the hair. At this point, Eve is dead weight though. Logan struggles to pull her back to her weary feet but soon does. He moves her away from the leaky pipe for a moment, smashing her head off of another metal pipe for good measure. He begins sliding Eve up a perpendicular pipe towards the steam – sweat beginning to pour down the face of the Son of Boston as they get closer. Suddenly, Eve takes notice of what awaits her as she gets closer and closer. She fights with everything she has left in her as Logan focusses on driving her towards her demise. Suddenly, Eve raises her right leg behind her and catches Logan with a swift kick to his balls. Logan falls to his knees as Eve falls to the floor. She looks at the steam pouring from the pipe and then at Logan – struggling to believe that someone would go as far as to perhaps end her career once and for all. She looks totally shocked and almost frightened of the malice in her opponent. Getting to her feet, Eve begins retreating from battle. She manoeuvres through some of the thick pipes and into a jungle of steel.
Cohen: Is she leaving? Come on, Eve! What a coward!
Copeland: You have got to be kidding me, Jack?! Eve Taylor was almost irreversibly scarred by a bloody mad man with delusions of grandeur. A match is a match but what we just witnessed was something that should never have happened. Shame on Logan McAllister for even thinking about going through with it.
Connor: There is no wonder why Eve is high-tailing it, Jack. You seen the fright in her eyes as she sat on the floor there. That could have been the end of her career and it is not worth it.
As Eve disappears into the darkness, Logan lets a look of sheer anger cross his features. He gets to his feet, holding his crown jewels as he makes a dash for where Eve just disappeared into. He knows that his chance to win the match is disappearing with every step that Eve gets away from him. Logan steps into the maze of metal, too, both competitors obscured from view as clanging metal sounds can be heard. The camera searches around for a sign of either of the competitors and suddenly catches a glimpse of Eve Taylor climbing the metal pole above their location. The referee pleads with Eve to make her way down but it soon becomes clear that she is not considering that. As she moves up the pole, she soon comes to a metal platform about 15 feet above the floor below. She falls onto the platform and out of view of the camera. Soon after, Logan makes his appearance up the pole, with what looks like a blow-torch in his hands. His chances of scarring Eve for life may have fallen through a moment ago but he has not given up on it altogether seemingly. As Logan reaches out for the platform that Eve rests on, she begins getting to her feet and moving away from the Son of Boston. Logan finally gets onto the platform and the camera can now see both competitors. Logan goes to light the blow-torch but Eve kicks it right out of his hand, causing him to stumble backwards and almost off of the elevated platform.
Copeland: Stop this right now! This is crazy, ladies and gentlemen! That platform must be 15 or 20 feet above the floor. There is no way that this ends happily for either one of these competitors! We need to get someone down there to stop this madness!
Cohen: Logan McAllister had a blow-torch in his hands, Seabass! I don't see anyone being stupid enough to get between these two in a hurry. Their only desire at this point in time is to hurt the other as much as they possibly can and that is dangerous for everyone.
As the two superstars fight it out on the platform, there is a tense atmosphere in the arena. No one knows what is going to happen. And as palms get sweaty in the arena, there is an overwhelming feeling that this is not going to end well. Eve and Logan trade stiff shots with each other but it is Logan who gets the better of it. He nails Eve with a cruel rake to the eyes to send her reeling backwards – the balls of her feet hanging off of the platform as she struggles for balance. Beneath the two competitors, a hive of electrical equipment can be seen. Logan salivates as the thought of Eve falling to her peril but Eve soon regains her balance and moves towards the middle of the small platform again. This time, Logan looks for the clothesline that that will take Eve down. But, somehow, Eve manages to duck under the arm of Logan and puts him in the same perilous position she found herself in only seconds ago. The crowd holds it's breath watches as Logan tries to steady himself. After a few seconds, he does. But, without any hesitation, Eve nails him with a stunning big boot that sends him plummeting towards the electrical equipment below!
Copeland: NO! NO!
Connor: JESUS CHRIST!
As Logan falls, he exits the view of the camera and disappears out of sight. The camera looks into the abyss as electrical sparks light up the boiler room and then a massive boom fills everyone's ears. Suddenly, the power in the room goes out and the whole arena is plunged into darkness. The camera shot shifts to inside the arena where only the light of recording cellphones light the arena. Suddenly, the power comes back on and the arena is lit again. The camera returns to the boiler room, where Eve Taylor can be seen peering over the platform at her opponent below. She looks frightened as she peers down at the unknown. Suddenly, she dives from the platform and into the darkness below in a stomping movement!
Copeland: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE! THIS IS ENOUGH!!
The camera moves around the side of the fenced off area that Eve and Logan now find themselves entrenched in. The referee and some backstage staff finally find a way through the mess to where Logan and Eve are lying. Both are motionless but breathing, thankfully. Suddenly, Eve's hand rises into the air – shaking with adrenaline coursing through it. She drops her arm across the chest of her opponent and the referee makes the fall. 1... 2... 3! It is finally over!!
Harrys: Here is your winner... Eve Taylor!!
Copeland: There are no winners in this match, folks. No winners at all...
Cohen: I don't know what to say, Seabass. That was one of the most insane matches I have ever witnessed at any WZCW event. Eve Taylor has took the win but there are bigger issues in play here. Are Logan and Eve okay, first and foremost.
Connor: That match got out of hand so quickly, ladies and gentlemen. As we get more news on the health of Eve and Logan we will, of course, bring it to you as quickly as we can. Thankfully though, it seems as though both of them are alive and kicking. A feat that many would have thought impossible after than insane finish.
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Elsewhere in the arena, we find Leon Kensworth standing by with none other than the reigning WZCW Mayhem Champion. Randy Studd is dressed to compete and has a single rose in his mouth, the title belt around his waist.
Kensworth: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been given the chance to get a few words from the current Mayhem Champion, Randy Studd before he competes later in the evening. First off, thank you joining me. Secondly, you’ve got three match options that the fans can vote on tonight, which match type do you want to compete in?
Seductively removing the rose from his mouth, Studd looks into the eyes of Leon.
Studd: You see this rose? This is the same rose I took from Obi Okafor after I dethroned the false King of the mayhem division. The same rose I took from his lifeless body after I beat him from pillar to post at Gold Rush, do you remember? It was a night of passion, lust and thrust!
A smirk appears on Studd’s face as he places the rose in Leon’s top pocket.
Studd: As for your question, I don’t care what kind of match these people put me in. No matter the choice, Vox doesn’t stand a chance when he steps into the ring with me. You think he can go toe to toe with a man of my calibre? Just take a look at me, Leon. I see you appreciating the sculpture that stands before you. Vox can’t match what I have. Who would be on the cover of magazines? We can’t have someone who looks like Vox on the cover of GQ. No, Vox simply isn’t championship material but I am. My body, pristine as it can be, women fainting as I walk through the curtain, being a champion is what I was born to be.
Kensworth: Anything else you’d like to say?
Studd: Just that if Vox thought he was going to throw this title in his little collection pot than he was sorely mistaken. Tonight, I’ll make a donation. I’ll donate a life lesson and that lesson is that Vox, along with every other man in WZCW and the world, cannot stand next to me. They are inferior, I am the perfect man and tonight, I’ll be the perfect champion.
The interview concludes but Studd remains, most athletes walk away but not Studd, he stares into the camera and blows a gentle kiss.
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The crowds cheer as beach balls drop from the ceiling and land into the crowd and the ramp. Batti comes out running back and forth and kicking the balls into the audience. She seems overtly excited as she tries to strike a pose but does so clumsily. More beach balls drop and there's so many now that Batti is completely consumed and not visible to the viewing audience. A hundred beach balls suddenly explode sending confetti in the air as Batti stands in a pose in the middle of the carnage, she has a serious expression on her face as the camera zooms right in on her eyes.
Harrys: The following contest is a chain match, scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring, from Neo Japan weighing in at 115 pounds...Batti!
Copeland: She's headbanging her way around the ring folks, Batti is ready here at Unscripted.
Connor: Batti and Kagura have had quite a rivalry here in WZCW as of late. It started back at The 10th Anniversary Show for the KFAD briefcase that we now know as QFAD. It came down to Batti and Kagura for the final two and it was Kagura who came out on top.
Cohen: These two combatants are so evenly matched that this contest can go all night! But it won't because of one little, destructive addition to this match...ha ha! Of course I'm talking about the steel chain that'll be tied to their wrists! That one weapon tied to both Batti and Kagura is going to make all the difference here at Unscripted and I can't wait to see how these two will use it to gain an advantage.
Harrys: And her opponent...
Harrys: from Ise, Mie, Japan weighing 145 pounds, Kagura!
As her music plays pink lights begin to swirl around the stage in a circular pattern, representing the petals of many cherry blossoms falling through the air. A fine mist appears on the stage. She walks down the ramp through the mist, she has the Queen for a Day briefcase with her, she stops and holds it up for nearby fans who applaud. There is a noticeable dent in one corner of the case as the camera zooms in on the front side of the QFAD prize. Kagura hands off the case to a ring worker and climbs the steel steps. She enters the ring and gives Batti a quick look before bowing to the hard camera.
Copeland: And here is the holder of that prestigious King for a Day briefcase now called Queen for a Day, Kagura is the first woman competitor to hold that honor. She looks focused as ever here in Toronto!
Connor: I don't know if you gentlemen noticed but there was a sizeable dent in one corner of the briefcase, I'm trying to think when that happened and I can't place it.
Cohen: That's none of our business Cat! Not all of these wrestlers keep their lives open for the world to see their every movement outside of wrestling. She was probably out getting hammered at some club and smashed a guy who tried to hit on her!
Connor: For starters, she would never drink alcohol Jack, plus why would she bring her QFAD briefcase to a club with her?
Cohen: Like I said, it's none of our business! She probably wanted to show it off to everyone and smashed somebody with it.
Copeland: I think that dent can stay a mystery for now, Referee Akiyama is attaching that deadly looking steel chain to Kagura's wrist, she looks overly happy to be connected to the weapon, I'm curious to see if Batti feels the same way.
Referee Akiyama turns and attaches the heavy steel chain to Batti's wrist, the look of nervousness is immediate on the erratic wrestler. Once it's firmly attached she tries to bite off the leather brace, Akiyama yells at her and tells her to stop trying to take off the brace holding the chain. He shakes his head and motions to the timekeeper.
DING DING DING!
Kagura immediately hauls on the chain with both arms making Batti stumble forward a little. Kagura laughs at her opponents clumsiness. Batti makes on like she's going to do the same thing, causing Kagura to brace her feet, Batti yells -Psyche!- and runs across the ring with speed! She jumps and slides into Kagura's legs with a fast baseball slide dropkick, causing Kagura to hit the canvas face first. Kagura scrambles to her feet but Batti is on her quickly, slapping and chopping at the QFAD holder's shoulders and head with everything she can throw at her, Kagura stops the momentum with a blazing quick chain whip to Batti's face! Crack! Batti falls to the mat quickly, holding her stinging face.
The camera zooms on a little girl with a Batti shirt on covering her mouth in shock. Kagura has a slightly evil smirk on her face now as she wraps the chain around her forearm and elbow.
Copeland: My goodness, that's a weapon being wrapped around a weapon.
Kagura starts laying in vicious chain assisted forearm shots to a downed Batti, over and over again while Batti has her arms wrapped around her head to try and fend off the heavy blows. The clinking, vicious forearms continue, little droplets of blood can be seen on Batti's red arms. Kagura unwraps the chain and rubs her sore forearm. She kicks Batti a few times to her shoulders and legs then drops down for a cover.
Batti kicks out and Kagura grabs her in a headlock to contain her.
Cohen: It didn't take long for that chain to become a factor! I think Kagura can...WHOA! Look at this!!!
Batti and Kagura are standing but Batti has slipped out the back and wraps the chain around Kagura's head and stands right on her back while leaning back to tighten the chain on her head! The crowds react as Batti yells as she leans back even further, Kagura claws at the chain wrapped tightly around her nose and eyes, staggering around the ring with a furious opponent standing horizontally on her back for leverage. Kagura whips herself backwards, causing Batti to fall on the canvas with authority. She unwraps the chain from her face and turns to get advantage but gets a boot right to the face, dropping her to the mat. Batti jumps to her feet, she wraps the chain around both of Kagura's legs and goes for a quick chain assisted pin....
Kagura kicks out.
Connor: There is a ferociousness to Batti that I've never seen before guys! She is really starting to scare me here, that mad look hasn't left her ever since Kagura whipped her in the face with that chain earlier.
Cohen: Were you expecting her to giggle and wave to the fans for the majority of this match Cat? Damn right she's gonna be mad, who wouldn't be when you're getting hurt with every move with this steel chain involved. I'd be furious by now and so would you!
Copeland: Look out here! Both wrestlers are on their feet and the exchange is on!!
Batti and Kagura are chopping and kicking each other in the center of the ring, Kagura quickly switches to palm strikes and takes the advantage with lightning fast attacks at Batti's face and neck area, the smacking is fast and furious as Batti stumbles back to the ropes. Kagura wraps the chain around Batti's neck and jumps over the top ropes! She's hanging outside the ring while Batti struggles to breath as the chain tightens around her neck, her face starts to turn really red!
Copeland: Oh my god! Stop that! Stop that right now! She could end Batti's LIFE here!! What the hell is she thinking?!?!
Batti looks like she's starting to fade, referee Akiyama struggles to free her but he can't, he starts yelling in panic at Kagura to stop what she's doing. Kagura smiles and yanks on the chain a little longer. She then crawls back up the apron, Batti falls face first to the canvas. Kagura grabs the top rope and springboards over them into a knee drop right on the back of Batti's head. She hooks her leg...
Batti kicks out! Cheer! Kagura can't believe she didn't win, she wraps the chain around Batti's legs and hauls her across the ring, she rolls under the ropes and pulls Batti's legs around the ringpost and attempts to lock in a ringpost assisted figure four leglock but Batti sits up and grabs Kagura by the hair and hauls back as hard as she can, causing Kagura to ring her face right off the steel post! Batti rolls out of the ring, she picks up her stunned opponent then stands her there, Kagura is woozy and having trouble standing, Batti whips the chain right in her face! Clink crack! dropping Kagura to the padded mats. Batti climbs on the ring apron, just enough slack on the chain to tighten it, Kagura makes her way to her feet, Batti runs and nails her with Glomp! The diving spear takes Kagura off of her feet and to the mats. Batti slowly makes it to her feet, she wraps the chain around her fist and holds it up in the air.
Connor: Like I said, she is a woman possessed here tonight and that chain wrapped fist has nothing but a painful future for Kagura here!
Cohen: Listen to these neanderthals in Toronto! One minute they're happy go lucky with the cartoon version of Batti, now they're going nuts for hardcore, evil Batti! This is madness!
Batti starts windmilling her arm faster and faster while Kagura struggles to make it to her feet, faster and faster Batti's arm spins....
WHAM! Batti nails Kagura right between the eyes with a chain assisted wind up punch! Kagura is floored instantly! Batti screams and unwraps the chain from her fist, she keeps screaming as she holds her hand up, her index finder is bent in the opposite direction! She grabs it and screams again, snapping it back into place!
Copeland: Oh my god! Are you serious?! Call this match off, that finger is destroyed, she has to be in tremendous pain!
The camera zooms in on Batti's face, she looks ready to cry but there's also a freaky, determined madness in her eyes as well, she holds her fist in pain then walks over to Kagura, she picks her up off of the padded mats....
The fans react as blood is pouring down Kagura's face from a gash on her forehead! Batti rolls the woman in the ring, she struggles to climb in herself with her damaged finger. She makes a signal that she's had enough, she waits for the blood covered Kagura makes it to her feet, Batti spins her around and hits the Batbreaker that whips Kagura into the ropes rebounding backwards into an axe kick to the back of the head! Batti takes the chain and starts whipping Kagura over and over again in complete madness! She falls on her for the cover...
Kagura kicks out and wraps the chain around Batti's neck! She rolls her over while locking in a body scissors and chain assisted sleeper hold for Fourth Dance of Toyouke Omikami ! Fans jump to their feet as the special submission move is applied!
Copeland: That's the fourth dance! The fourth dance is applied with the chain! This has to be it!
Cohen: Unbelievable resiliency from Kagura to fight off the offense and lock in her special submission hold! This is incredible!
Kagura is screaming as she tightens the hold, blood is dripping off of her face and pooling behind her head as she has a mad look on her features, Batti's face is turning red as the chain chokes her with the sleeper wrapped around her head and the body scissors crushing much needed oxygen! Batti starts to claw at the mat, but her injured finger just sends pain through her hand, she raises her hand, ready to tap out....
But she tucks her hand inside her trunks! She scrambles around and hauls out a firework! She flicks her thumb and lights it! She lets it fall behind her and ....
POP!!!! FIZZZ!!! A rocket and sparks shoot out, igniting Kagura's hair on fire! The firework shoots across the ring and explodes on the turnbuckle sending sparks and smoke everywhere! Kagura is forced to release the hold as she pats at her own hair, trying to extinguish the flames!
Connor: Unbelievable! Now THAT is the most unique way I've ever seen anyone get out of a submission hold! Somebody help Kagura! She's not going to have any hair left if that keeps burning!!
A WZCW staff member jumps in the ring and uses a fire extinguisher to put out the flames in Kagura's hair. Batti dropkicks the staff member right over the top ropes! Kagura makes it to her feet, with white fire suppressant all over her now, Batti nails her in the stomach with the fire extinguisher! She bounces off of the ropes and hits Kawaii Kick!! sending Kagura face first to the canvas, creating a splashing blood spot. Batti jumps down for the cover...
Kagura kicks out!!!!
KA-GU-RA! KA-GU-RA! KA-GU-RA!
Batti rolls to her back, exhausted and not believing her special move failed to put Kagura away. The Toronto faithful is exploding in the crowds, cheering on both wrestlers.
Batti slowly makes it to her feet, she hauls Kagura to her feet, she kicks Kagura in the gut then whips her in the back on the head with the chain, it staggers Kagura more, Batti removes her boot, she bounces off of the ropes again and hits ❤ Sooo Kawaii Kick ❤: but Kagura dodges it!! She jumps and hits Batti with First Dance of Awarawa no Mikoto the shining wizard sends Batti flying through the middle ropes, the momentum hauls Kagura neck first into the top ropes, bending her head back in an awkward angle then draping her limp body on the middle ropes!
Copeland: NO! That was just sickening! She could very well have a broken neck here! Somebody come out and check on her please! Stop this match before somebody gets killed!
After several moments, medics come out and check on Kagura. She still hasn't moved and they gently lay her down in the ring, the fans are standing, slack jawed at the scene before them. Batti rolls in the ring, she has a concerned expression now as the medic shine pen lights in Kagura's eyes, they check her bad cut and wipe away some blood from her face. Batti turns to the fans, she starts clapping, trying to get the fans to get behind Kagura so she'll be O.K, but they react when Kagura jumps Batti from behind! She punches her in the face with a the chain then jumps on her shoulders, she quickly rolls forward for Third Dance of Amenouzume no Mikoto – Manami Toyota style high speed victory roll and wraps the chain around one of her legs quickly!!!
Batti kicks out!!
BATTI !! BATTI! BATTI!
Copeland: She kicked out! She kicked out! Can you believe this?! I thought that was it for sure!!
Both women lay in the center of the ring, breathing heavy and covered in bruises, cuts, red marks, Kagura with a new stream of blood pouring out of her cut, Batti with her finger swollen double it's size, Kagura with parts of her hair singed and white fire retardant all over her. The medics cleared the ring but watched with concern on the outside. Referee Akiyama starts asking if they can continue, they both growl at him to shut up. They both slowly make it to their feet, they lean on each other in the center of the ring. The fans start chanting - This is awesome- as they continue to lean on each other for support. Kagura fires off a slow, lethargic palm strike that Batti absorbs to her face, Batti slaps back, then whips the chain at Kagura's face but she dodges it, a really hard palm strike flies from Kagura this time! Crack! right on Batti's nose! Blood starts pouring out of her nose as her eyes water, she back pedals to the ropes, blood dripping down into her mouth. Kagura runs and swings the chain but Batti ducks, she wraps the chain around Kagura's knee and picks her right up in a facelock! DANGEROUS DDT with the chain wrapped around her knee! Both wrestlers are tangled in the chain now, Batti with one last effort...rolls over in the tangled mess and lays on top of Kagura...
DING! DING! DING!
Harrys: The winner of this match, Batti!!
Copeland: Unreal match! Simply unbelievable effort by both of these women! What a brutal, bloody exchange and Batti had the last move!
Connor: Batti had to dig down deep and go outside her normal arsenal and PLANT Kagura with that chain wrapped, dangerous DDT right on her head. I really hope Kagura is alright after this, same with Batti, she went through hell here at Unscripted. They need medical attention.
Batti is helped to her feet by medics, other medics check on Kagura on the canvas. Akiyama takes the chain off of both women. Batti stumbles to the turnbuckle, she wipes the blood from her nose and climbs the turnbuckle, she raises her fist in the air and the crowds cheer.
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The trainer's room is shown, specifically the outside of it and moments later the door opens, revealing Lynx. He steps out of the room dressed to compete, looking happy to be here. That look changes when Triple X approaches him, a scowl on his face and his fist clenched. The two men square off, X inching closer and getting right in Lynx's face.
Triple X: You owe my fifty thousand dollars. Do you understand how much that is or does money hold no value in this stupid future that you supposedly live in?
Lynx: Money holds value, the same as it does in this time. The difference is that people have to earn money the right way. I could not stand by a watch you assault Constantine. That would have caused a shift in time and may have seen Vis Imperium retain the World Championship earlier in the night.
Scoffing, X shoves Lynx hard against the wall.
Triple X: That's utter crap! I want my damn money, Lynx. Tonight, I'll either get that money from you or I'll beat 50k worth of punishment out of you.
Lynx: I have seen the future and it does not have you being the richer man.
A scuffle breaks out between the two men. Lynx blocks a right hand and tackles X to the ground. Both men are firing off punches when security runs onto the scene and rips them away from each other. X is able to break free and lands a sucker punch while Lynx is held by three security officers and his hands are behind his back. Finally, Chuck Myles appears and gets between the two groups of security guards.
Myles: Enough of this! You two will not ruin this event by causing chaos backstage. Save it for the ring or I'll have both your jobs.
The General Manager of Meltdown holds his position to make sure nothing else goes down. X wriggles free, shoving the security and walks away while Lynx rubs his jaw.
Last edited by Da Prophet : 11-24-2017 at 06:00 PM.
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