[YOUTUBE]755MMp2GijM[/YOUTUBE] The camera shows off the arena as it spins around, almost bringing on severe disorientation. As it steadies, some fireworks and pyro shoots out from atop the ramp, bringing the crowd further to life. The fans are on their feet and holding their signs high in the air. Some of the signs in the crowd read “Once you go Black, you never go back”, “Marry me Becky” and “We are The Hollow Ones”. Ultimately, the camera settles on the announcers at ringside. Connor: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, once again to WZCW Ascension! My name is Cat Connors, the voice of Ascension. And tonight, I am once again joined by Jack Cohen to bring you some hard-hitting action in the name of WZCW. What a night we have planned, Jack. Cohen: No doubt about it, Cat. The Roulette Rounds are in the bank and Meltdown last night proved to be somewhat of a spectacle. Tonight, Vis Imperium reigns with all 3 members of the stable in action. What a treat for these wholly undeserving fans. Connor: Well, speaking of Vis Imperium, folks, let's send you up into the ring to where Vis Imperium are already on the canvas. Brace yourself... The camera shifts to reveal a static shot of Vis Imperium in their entirety. Austin Reynolds stands in the corner of the ring with his Elite Openweight Championship over his shoulder. Steven Holmes stands with his arm around his monster Abel Hunnicut: who has the Tag Team Championship slung over his shoulder too. In front of him, the mouthpiece of the stable, John Constantine stands with his Championship over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand. Constantine: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a night of imperious talent... No pun intended. Immediately, a loud and unforgiving chorus of boos crashes down on the Championship-laden stable. Undeterred by the crowd reaction, Constantine presses on with a smile etched upon his features. Constantine: Tonight, all of you people will bare witness to something that will represent nothing less than the future. They say, almost too frequently, that strength lies in numbers. And standing in in front of you is the strongest stable that has ever graced WZCW. But what is our strength, you might ask? Could it be the agility and talent of the Elite Openweight Champion, Austin Reynolds? Or could it be the cohesive and dynamic mix of experience and brutality in your Tag Team Champions? Or could it be the utter distinctive tact and sublime strategy of Steven Holmes? Constantine pauses for a moment, allowing the fans to really think about his question, even though no one in the crowd seem bothered by his words and only by his unnerving presence. Constantine: The answer, ladies and gentlemen, is all of those talents. In the ring stands the most individually successful stable of all time. Championship, accomplishments and rewards have been a permanent fixture in our still-short wrestling careers. Tonight, we leave absolutely no doubt in anyone's minds just how good we are. And with the Lethal Lottery on the horizon and closing in fast, may tonight also serve as a reminder to everyone in the back that Vis Imperium have set their sights on nothing less than ultimate glory and control of this great company. All 3 of the wrestlers in this ring will grind the roster down through tremendous talent and skill until no one stands in our way. And as the three of us stand tall in the middle of the ring, no one will be in any doubt that Vis Imperium have been the past, we are the present, and we are the fut- Constantine allows a look of venom to appear on his features as the familiar tones of Logan McAllister's entrance music begins to blare out in the arena: almost drowned out by the sudden surge of cheers and applause that greet the Son of Boston. McAllister: Do us all a favah, John... Shut the hell up! Another massive cheer goes around the arena as Logan lets a smile appear on his face. Holmes: Now listen here you snivelling little twerp. Do you have- Logan cuts him Holmes off this time. McAllister: I hate to cut you off in your prime there, Steve. But ain't nobody in here want to hear you go on any longer. I am doing these fans a favah right now and shutting you all up before all of these fans are sleeping before the first match... Holmes: How dare you! Do you kno- McAllister: Yada, yada, yada! Listen, Steve, I'm gonna make this one short and sweet for you to undahstand. Tonight, me and your boy, Austin Reynolds, are gonna go one on one in the middle of the ring. You may have had a hand in our last match not getting off the ground. But that ain't gonna be the case tonight. Tonight, I get my chance at Austin Reynolds and that Elite Openweight Championship. And when I am done with Austin, and I'm raising the Championship above my head to send Ascension off the air, your numbahs will count for nothing. With that, Logan drops the mic and turns on his heels. In the middle of the ring, Steven Holmes looks utterly seething with the interruption. But Constantine merely laughs and puts an arm over the shoulder of his Vis Imperium compatriot. After giving him a few words of encouragement, Holmes seems to calm down but never takes his eyes off of the ramp from where Logan just stood. Connor: Well, ladies and gentlemen, that certainly was something. The spotlight time that Vis Imperium thought they had was soon cut off by Austin Reynolds' opponent for tonight and challenger to his Elite Openweight Championship, Logan McAllister. Cohen: Absolutely scandalous, Cat. Vis Imperium hold 3 quarters of all of the Championship that exist within WZCW. When they want to come out here and talk for 15 minutes, then the people in the back better sit up and take notice. Steven Holmes and John Constantine do not take too kindly to being cut off by anyone and Logan McAllister will definitely pay for that one. Connor: As bad as it sounds, Jack, you might be right. You don't want to mix it with the collective force of Vis Imperium by any means. He's either very brave or very stupid. Tonight, in our main event, we will find out which one it is exactly. With that, Vis Imperium raise their Championships in the air as smiles begin to re-appear on their collective faces. Leaving the ring, Constantine leads them up the ramp to a chorus of booing from the fans. Connor: Well, ladies and gentlemen, as the shadow of Vis Imperium looms over Ascension here tonight, we move onto the first match of the evening.