Harrys: The following contest is a Fatal Four Way Elimination Match to determine the Number 1 contender for the Elite X Championship!
Harrys: Introducing the first contender, making her way down the runway, from Milan, Italy; "The Fabulous" Eve Taylor!
As the singing begins, Taylor walks out to the beat of the music, treating the stage as a fashion runway. She stops at the top of the ramp and poses for the fans before enthusiastically marching towards the ring, interacting with the fans and repeating the words of the song along the way. She slides into the ring and jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle, making a "T" symbol with both hands towards the crowd as she rallies them in support of herself.
Conner: This is going to definitely be an interesting match to say the least. Taylor has gotta be on a high after beating Cerberus.
Copeland: I'll say, but I think this match is going to be exciting more because half of the participants have been a tag team for a while.
Harrys: Introducing her first opponent, making his WZCW debut, the Mathematical Mastermind of Majesty, Mr. M!
The lights go out. The music begins. A lone spotlight is seen shining down on a figure standing on the ramp in a dramatic pose. Upon the word “fire” the music kicks in the full gear and so do the lights, flashing around the arena in many different colours as M walks down the ramp laughing a maniacal laugh which only he could pull off whilst the general follows uninterested in the whole show. M gets into the ring, spins while throwing off his cape into the crowd, and poses again in what may or may not be a painful position but M’s too busy being magical to care. Meanwhile the general walks around to ringside, sits on a chair and begins reading a newspaper.
Cohen: Great, another freak show...
Conner: I dunno Cohen, he seems pretty fun and harmless.
Cohen: I don't know if I'd call a crazed super villain "harmless."
Harrys: Introducing their opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing at 155 lbs, Aubrey Sloan!
Looking generally terrified of her surroundings, Aubrey timidly walks to the ring, trying to keep her eyes focused on the referee or her opponent, anything other than the legions of fans around her.
Copeland: And here's the other half of the tag team I mentioned earlier.
Conner: I think the team dynamic will play a big part in this match.
Cohen: I want to see these two ladies get dirty!
Copeland: ...
Cohen: I mean... fight each other! Just because they're in a tag team doesn't mean they shouldn't fight in this match!
Harrys: Making her way to the ring - !
Ilapa begins her way out to the ring, but suddenly WZCW security takes to the entrance ramp and stands in front of her. She looks confused and enraged, but she can't hope to press pass the dozen men in front of her. From behind her...Mason Westhoff emerges!
Westhoff: Ilapa, I'm afraid I've got some bad news. You've been wrestling on
my contract, with
my permission, but if you're not going to play by the rules, then I'm revoking that permission. Effective...immediately.
Copeland: You've gotta be kidding me!
Cohen: Mason Westhoff isn't a man to tolerate failure! He's here to get the job done himself!
Ilapa looks on at Westhoff angrily but security begins escorting her backstage, and she can't resist. Westhoff watches coldly as she goes before heading to the ring himself! The crowd is shocked at his return and they start booing heavily.
With all four competitors in the ring, referee James Aubrey calls for the bell.
*Ding, Ding, Ding!*
Eve and Sloan naturally gravitate towards each other on one side of the ring, looking between their two potentially unsavory opponents. Westhoff glances at the girls before double taking when his sights land on M, looking somewhat repulsed by what he sees. M seems to be the only one visibly ecstatic to be in the match, smiling as he bounces up and down the corner, lifting himself up to sit on the top turnbuckle now and then. Disgusted, Westhoff chooses the mabsoot maniac, charging in with all intent to clothesline him into the corner. M pauses in his giggling and tumbles under the attack, rolling to his feet safely away from the Preacher. M looks at Westhoff, then at the girls, then back at Westhoff and begins to point and laugh, having a great time. Both Eve and Sloan look thoroughly confused, as does referee Aubrey, each sharing a shrug. Westhoff glares at the man laughing at him and comes charging out of the corner, looking to take down M with a double leg. The mischievous miscreant leap frogs over Mason who ends up eating a boot to the face by both Eve and Sloan.
Cohen: What the hell?! Not only is Westhoff getting ganged up on, they're bullying him! That's not right!
Copeland: It does seem like Westhoff is really the only one taking this match seriously at the moment. M better be careful though, all that playing around may come back to bite him.
Westhoff staggers back at burns holes into both women with his gaze but finds his attention back on M. He charges for him again, faking another double leg and just as M begins his leap skyward Mason grabs the villain and whips him around, sending him flying into Eve. The two competitors crash into a heap in the corner, Westhoff looking mighty proud of himself, but taking his eyes off Sloan who rolled around behind him after turning M into a projectile. Mason turns around after hearing "
HEY!" screamed behind him, just in time to come face to face with Aubrey's knee. She follows up with a quick succession of blows;fist, knees, kicks, all backing Mason up towards the rope. She Irish Whips Mason towards the other side while she bounces off the ropes behind her and connecting with a lariat to bring Mason down. She goes for the quick cover! 1-- Westhoff kicks out fairly easily, no where near ready to be gone yet.
Meanwhile in the corner, Eve shoves M off of her and getting to her feet. With the two now standing, Taylor is the first to take the offensive, landing a quick jab-straight combination on the mastermind of malleable metal. A kick to the gut doubles him over, allowing Eve to quick step into slamming him face first to the mat with a one handed Bulldog. Taylor drops a kick leg as a follow up to lead into a cover. Referee James Aubrey scores only the count of 1 before M kicks out, sliding away from Eve to create some space.
Conner: Seems like we have the pairings for this Fatal Four Way so far.
Copeland: Yeah, but I think it'll break down fairly quickly.
On the other side of the ring Mason blocks the next barrage of attacks from Sloan and catching her with a quick and hard powerslam. Getting only a 1 count of his own, he hoists her up with a full hand of hair and launches her with a biel throw. Sloan however twists herself in the air, landing safely on all fours and charges back in at Westhoff. Mason manages to side step the martial artist's running knee but turns around as she recovers, eating a quick Yakuza Kick which sends him stumbling backwards in pain.
M and Taylor clash again with M drop kicking Eve backward to collide with the stumbling Mason. The two turn to face each other but Mason is the first to react, putting Taylor down with a DDT. With M's dance partner currently being taken care of, he darts off towards the now alone Sloan. Seeing the villain coming, Aubrey tenses, waiting to deliver an answering strike to whatever he has to offer. M stops short of the female fighter however, a child-like expression painted on his face. He looks as if he's almost admiring her and surprises the woman with a quick peck on the cheek, grinning ear to ear like a fool who's become so lucky. Sloan stands shocked for a moment, touching her cheek to make sure it was still there before turning on an angry fury. Aubrey launches another Yakuza kick aimed squarely for M's jaw but he ducks away, her boot instead connecting with Mason's nose after he had dispatched Taylor.
Conner: Well.. you don't see that tactic all that often...
Noticing Westohoff dazed, M rolls him up in a surprise small package!
1... 2... 3!
Mason is eliminated!
Copeland: What in the...?! How in the hell does that work?!
Cohen: Evil masterminds always have plans... even if they are incredibly weird.
M releases the cover and bounds to his feet, running to climb the turnbuckle to sit down while pointing and laughing at the downed Mason. From the corner M pantomimes the last segment, doing a fairly good impression of Aubrey's surprised kissey face, taunting her with obnoxious laughter. The crowd is not fully sure if they should boo or cheer the Master of Making Mammals Mental, as they enjoy the show but are confused about the tactics. M drops to his feet in the corner, sporting a giant grin while crossing his arms in front of his chest, releasing a "
AH HA HA HA!!!" like a classic villain from some Japanese inspired RPG. Sloan glares at M while Eve climbs to her feet beside her.
Conner: I'm not sure he planned far enough ahead, now he's by himself against a tag team and he's infuriated Aubrey!
Cohen: I never said it was a good plan!
The tag team share a look of confirmation prior to circling M, stalking him down. Sloan is the first to act, still furious with the villain's uncalled for actions and opens up with an attack combination. M bats away every other blow, not fast enough to completely keep pace with the angry martial artist and begins to give ground. Aubrey backs M against the ropes and steps aside as Eve comes running in to deliver a Haute Couture. Before Sloan can completely remove herself however, M reaches out to snag her arm, pulling her in the way of the attack while he skips off to the side. Sloan is sent tumbling over the top rope and to the floor, Taylor snapping up to her feet and making sure her partner is alright from still inside the ring. M, positioned behind the concerned Taylor, rolls her up with a School Boy for a quick cover!
1... 2... no! Taylor kicks out.
Cohen: That's one way to turn the number disadvantage into his favor, turn them against each other!
Undeterred, M power slams Eve down, going for yet another cover but only getting two again. He hops to his feet and spins around, launching himself with a standing moonsault onto the prone model. M makes yet another attempt at a pin, once again only getting a count of two for his troubles. He hauls Eve up by her hair, Irish Whipping her towards the corner. The move is reversed and the Metallic Monster of Manhattan is sent back first into the turnbuckle, an audible groan escaping him. Eve pauses briefly to look to Aubrey on the outside, seeing her starting to get up she turns her attention back to M and charges at him. The villain lowers his shoulder and hoists Taylor up with a back body drop! The model flies up into the air but controls herself enough to land in a seated position on the top turnbuckle facing out towards the crowd. M glances back behind him to see how Eve landed, an almost visible "
!" appearing in his eyes. He hooks her while she's still recovering from saving her self and hits her with the
MEGA M SLAM!, referee James Aubrey slides into position just as M hooks his feet on the ropes out of view!
1...
2...
3!
Eve Taylor is eliminated!
Copeland: Oh come on! Really? Ref what are you doing!
Cohen: His job, that's why Eve's eliminated! Open your eyes!
The crowd boos as Eve is eliminated through M's cheating, the villain rolling away to his feet and repeating his early laughter when he pinned Mason. Taylor is helped out of the ring as Sloan looks on, having seen her friend be beaten while she was still clearing the cobwebs outside. If Aubrey wasn't angry before, she was now. With a last cautionary glance at her leaving partner, making sure she was alright, she engaged M, meeting him with combinations once again. The two battle back and forth, both avoiding and accepting attacks until it broke down into a brawl that Aubrey quickly began to win. She swings around the back of M, catching a waistlock and slamming him hard with a well executed german suplex. Not going for the cover, she picks him up and hits him with a snap suplex, this time going for the cover.
1.. 2...
M rolls his shoulder up, trying to push Sloan away. Aubrey, unrelenting, grabs M and sets him up for another german but it's reversed, M switching positions and landing a german of his own. He lets her free before a count is started, running to the corner and climbing to the top. As Sloan reaches her feet, M vaults into the sky and crashes down on her with a cross body block! But Sloan rolls through, using the villain's own momentum against him and puts him into another pinning combination.
1...
2...
3- No! The Matriarch of Mobile Madness frees himself from the jaws of defeat just in the nick of time. With Sloan still in a controlling position she grabs for M's arm, looking for a kimura. M fights tooth and nail to avoid the painful submission hold, slapping at Aubrey's head, neck and shoulders like a wild man in fear of a bug! After several open and closed hand blows Sloan fires back with a succession of quick elbows to slow M down before attempting the submission again.
Conner: Aubrey is relentless in her anger, she seems to have no plans on letting M escape at all!
Cohen: I don't know why she's so angry, it's not like he kissed her on the lips or anything.
Sloan seemingly has the hold all but locked in just as M shifts close enough to the ropes to grab them, forcing referee James Aubrey to call for the break. Sloan, furious, releases the hold but pulls M away from the ropes to the center of the ring. She hoists him up but he pushes her away. Not backing off far, Aubrey comes in again only to be pushed away yet again. Growing more and more frustrated Aubrey runs in to re-start the fight but M side steps her, grabbing her arm and snapping her around for an Irish Whip. Sloan reverses and sends M slamming into the turnbuckles, quickly sprinting in behind him. M repeats his performance against Sloan's tag partner however and drops his shoulder, vaulting Sloan skyward to land in a sitting position on the top turnbuckle.
Copeland: Uh oh... we might see both ladies eliminated same way right here!
Cohen: Wouldn't that be a brilliant plan?
Seizing the opportunity, the Monstrous Mountain of Meta Gaming hooks Sloan up to deliver the second Mega M Slam of the night, but just as he's pulling her down off the top with the backslide Aubrey rolls backward, landing on her feet and securing M for a suplex position. She pops her hips to snap him upward then drives her weight downward, planting M with a
Brainbuster out of no where!
Aubrey makes the cover, hooking the outside leg and arm.
1...
2...
3!!! M has been eliminated!
Harrys: Here is your winner, Aubrey Sloan!
Conner: What a beautiful counter to the counter!
Cohen: M would have had it if it weren't for that meddling martial artist!
Copeland: He may be a diabolical villain, but he certainly knows how to put on a performance. And in his debut match too!
Aubrey gets to her feet as referee James Aubrey raises her hand in the air, declaring her the winner and next contender for the Elite X Championship. She glares down at M who is holding the back of his head before climbing out of the ring and returning to the back.
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Backstage, Leon Kensworth stands by for an interview.
Leon: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I stand alongside the Eurasian Champion who tonight faces Matt Tastic. He is Mikey Stormrage. Mikey, the question has to be asked regarding your partner at Ascension and opponent here tonight. Matt Tastic. Friend or foe?
Mikey holds and shows off his title belt before responding to the question.
Mikey: I'm not sure. To be honest, the only one with the answer to that question is the man himself. He may have left me high and dry against The Elite but he also saved me. The offer is still up. And who knows. Maybe we'll all have our answer by the end of the night. Maybe this little game between us will have a good ending, Leon.
