Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match!
Harrys: Introducing first, weighing in at 280 pounds and standing at 6 feet 8 inches tall... Daddy Mack!
Mack makes his way out from behind the curtain, perhaps more focussed and determined than ever. His subdued entrance continues as he makes his way down to the ring, Mack gives a slight nod to the fans before climbing into the ring.
Copeland: He's a daunting man.
Cohen: No doubt about it. Diabolos and Eve Taylor are going to have to be on top of their game to even get close to matching this behemoth.
Harrys: Now introducing, weighing in at 125 pounds, from Milan, Italy... The Fabulous Eve Taylor!
The crowd pops for the Fabulous one as she finally struts her way onto the stage. Pouting somewhat, Taylor, moves from one side of the stage to the other, professionally turning on her heels before finally heading down to the ring.
Cohen: How do make a case for Eve Taylor here? The weight and height difference is absolutely astronomical!
Copeland: I'm sure that Taylor will allow her wrestling to make her own case, Jack.
Taylor finally reaches the ring before making her traditional signature pose in the corner.
Harrys: And finally, introducing the final participant, weighing in at 200 pounds. From The Mouth Of Madness... Diabolos!
Diabolos appears in his signature red spotlight heading straight to the ring, mumbling to himself from time to time.
Copeland: What an interesting match we've got here, Jack.
Diabolos reaches the ring but before entering it, he points two fingers into the air, pyro shooting from each of the four corners. Wasting no more time, Diabolos enters the ring. The three competitors circle the ring, neither one wanting to make the first move, that is until Diabolos careers into Daddy Mack, knocking him through the ropes and crashing onto the floor below. The bell rings immediately after as referee Dillon Morse looks on at the already stunned Daddy Mack on the outside. Not wasting any time, Eve Taylor is right on top of Diabolos, nailing the opponent with multiple double axe handles to the back. Feeling the brunt of the assault, Diabolos manoeuvres himself through the ropes as Mr Morse initiates a clean break. Diabolos slowly brings himself back inside the ring ropes fully as Taylor backs away. The referee signals for the match to continue once more as Taylor, once again, makes a dash for her unmerciful opponent. It seems as though the rope break has cost The Fabulous One, however, as the wry Diabolos catches her with a strong right punch that sends her straight to the canvas with a shriek. In no mood to waste time, Diabolos launches into a pin fall. But the fresh Taylor kicks almost immediately with referee Morris unable even count to one. Diabolos, undeterred by the lack of a proper count, springs to his feet once again, slowly making his way to the turnbuckle, not taking his eyes off of the downed Taylor, As he finally reaches the corner, Daddy Mack pulls the legs from under him, causing the Servant Of The Old Ones to meet the canvas for the first time in the match, Not done with his offence though, Mack pulls on the legs of his opponent, with serious damage being caused to the reproductive organs of Diabolos courtesy of the ring-post.
Copeland: What a start to this match, Jack, Not conventional in the least.
Cohen: Conventional, Seabass? What part of this match did you think would be conventional? You have a woman, a pensioner and a man who calls himself “The Servant Of The Old Ones” in his contest. That doesn't seem that damn conventional to me...
Copeland: Either way, Diabolos has started this match out strongly. But you have to believe that concentration is the name of the game here?
Cohen: Right, Seabass. Take your eyes off of your opponent and you're going to find that the momentum of this match can easily be stolen from you in an instant.
The wily veteran stalks the ring as Taylor finally makes it to her feet and notices Diabolos writhing in pain. Taylor takes a few deep breathes in as she makes her way over to her downed opponent and subsequently pulling him up by the back of the head. Backing her opponent up with a few knife-edge chops, the crowd “Woo” in appreciation. Taylor whips Diabolos into one corner and immediately runs after him, hoping to land a running thrust kick to the gut of the early aggressor. However, in her fury, she is interrupted by Daddy Mack, who finally enters the match proper with a running clothesline out of nowhere – for the first time, all three competitors are in the match after the bell. The crows purrs in anticipation as the match begins to get started properly. Daddy Mack turns to Diabolos, who is one knee, nursing a bruised chest. Moving towards him, Mack lands a heavy shot to the forehead of his opponent. Picking him up to his vertical basis, Mack Irish Whips Diabolos into the far away ropes and lands a perfectly executed Atomic Drop as Diabolos returns. The crowd kicks it up a gear as Mack begins to utilize his theatrics as Diabolos recoils in pain. Mack turns around, pointing towards a recovering Taylor. Taylor reaches her vertical basis as Mack reach her, greeting his opponent with a series of punches that drives Taylor backwards into the corner. As Taylor rests in the corner, Mack pumps his arms in a show of determination and a signal of intent. Wasting little time, Mack mounts the turnbuckle, beginning a series of punches as the crowd counts along. On the 9th punch, Mack stops before raising his arm into the air. A sweep of appreciation from the crowd circulates.
Copeland: What a competitor Daddy Mack is. All that time in the ring and he never forgets to put on a show for these great fans. And how they appreciate it.
Cohen: Who gives a damn whether they appreciate anything, Seabass. This is WZCW, a business for winners. What do they say about pride? That it comes before a fall...
THUD! Mack falls forward as Diabolos nails him with a running shoulder barge that, once again, sends him over the top rope and onto the apron with an almighty smack. Taylor looks weary as an almost forgotten about Diabolos looks to press home his new found advantage. Diabolos lines up a few heavy strikes to the head of Taylor before eventually whipping her into the far away ropes. As she returns, Diabolos launches himself off of the nearby ropes, the two meeting in the middle of the ring with a beautifully executed and powerful swinging neckbreaker from Diabolos. Crawling on top of his downed opponent, Diabolos looks to pu this match to bed. 1... 2... Kick out! The crowd let out a collective sigh of relief as Eve Taylor somehow manages to roll a shoulder out with no time to spare. Diabolos sits up almost immediately, peering over the edge of the canvas to a downed Daddy Mack on the outside of the ring. Shaking his head in anger, Diabolos gets to his feet before pulling Taylor to hers. Backing her up with a few heavy punches to her heart region, Diabolos finally drives Taylor into the corner once more. With one final heavy blow, Taylor rests against the corner, her arms spread in exhaustion. Diabolos quickly heads across the ring and turns towards his opponent across the ring. With a final nod of his head, Diabolos makes a run at Taylor, seemingly looking to finish her off with a running back fist. However, as Diabolos attempts in, Taylor is able to roll under the flailing arm of The Servant Of The Old Ones. Diabolos crashes into the corner with a thud of his own. Taylor quickly rolls up the Man From The Mouth Of Madness with a roll up! Could she steal the match!? 1... 2... Kick out!
Cohen: Oh!
Copeland: A really near fall from Taylor as she looks to put this match away.
The crowd simply cannot believe that Diabolos had the wherewithal to thrust his way out of that predicament. Springing to his feet, Diabolos looks to re-establish his advantage but is soon met with a judo hip toss that takes him back to the canvas. Springing up once again, he tries, again, to take Taylor out of her momentum. But he is only met with a mirror of seconds ago – another judo hip toss laying him on his back once again. One final time, he gets to his feet – this time a little more laboured. But one more time he is nailed with a nicely executed hip toss. Pressing home her hard-fought advantage, Taylor launches into another offensive, nailing Diabolos with a backbreaker that makes the ring shake. The crowd are really getting behind Taylor as she gets back to her feet, her brow slick with sweat. Retreating into the corner, waiting for the opportune time to strike, it looks as though Taylor is going to finish this match off with Haute Couture. The crowd stirs with excitement as the end of the match seemingly nears. Diabolos struggles to his feet and slowly turns around, his fate encroaching with every second that goes by. Taylor attempts the move but Diabolos narrowly avoids it and rolls out of the ring, landing with a heavy crash onto the outside mats. Taylor can hardly believe what cowardice she is seeing as she peers over the ropes at Diabolos. Turning around to check on Daddy Mack, she is greeted with a gnarly big boot that sends her to the canvas immediately. Mack wastes no time though, a burning look of desire and determination etched upon his features. Picking Taylor up, Mack lands a hip toss of his own.
Copeland: Great athleticism from Taylor is only outdone by the wily experience of Daddy Mack. A guy like that bides his time, lying in wait for the perfect opportunity of course.
Cohen: If that's what you want to call what Daddy Mack was doing on the outside of the ring, Seabass, then I don't really know how to respond to that. Triple Threat matches are all about opportunism. If you're in the right place at the right time, then you have a better chance than everyone else – simple as that!
The end seems to be near as Daddy Mack gets himself pumped up once more, the crowd lapping it up with every fist pump. Mack circles the dazed female opponent as she struggles to get to her feet. As she finally does, Mack spins her round, catching her with the Big Mack that places Taylor in the middle of the ring. The crowd reach fever pitch as Mack signals for the Mack Attack. Stepping onto the apron, Daddy Mack gives one final gesture to the assembles masses before beginning to slowly climb to the top rope. Mack fixes his elbow pad before launching himself from the top rope and landing THE MACK ATTACK! MACK ATTACK!
Copeland: This is it, Jack!
Daddy Mack recoils from Taylor as she lies motionless on the canvas. If he can only reach the downed opponent, then the match is undoubtedly his. Slowly, Mack crawls across the ring, the extra exertion from the Mack Attack clearly taking it out of the old man. Taylor still lies motionless as Mack reaches her, raising one hand into the air before dropping it over her stomach. 1... 2... Crack!
Copeland: This crowd is electric! Wait! What the Hell!?
Cohen: What did I tell you, Seabass! Right place, right time!
Diabolos lands a diving fist drop to Daddy Mack that breaks the fall, and more importantly, sends Daddy Mack reeling across the ring. With not a minute to lose, Diabolos crawls across Taylor for the pin fall. 1... 2... 3!
Harrys: Here is your winner... Diabolos!
Copeland: I simply cannot believe that! Daddy Mack had the match won before Diabolos stole it from him in the very dying seconds. That has got to be be one of the cheapest wins, I have ever seen in WZCW.
Cohen: It doesn't matter, Seabass. Diabolos gets the win and that's all that matters.
Diabolos quickly gets up from the pinfall as rolls out of the ring, the referee in tow as Daddy Mack gets to his knees in the corner of the ring, a large ball of swelling already forming on the forehead of the veteran. From the inside of the ring, Mack watches as the referee raises the hand of Diabolos.
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In the locker room, Showtime and Constantine are smiling, and Constantine laughs. Constantine has the Elite X Title draped over his shoulder, getting his gear on to wrestle M tonight. Vance Bateman walks into the locker room, behind the locker. Vance gives a gentle rap on the locker, and greets Showtime and Constantine with a firm handshake. Showtime's smile grows even wider, to greet the general manager.
Showtime: Vance, just the man I wanted to see!
Vance Bateman: Showtime, a pleasure. Constantine, good to see you again.
Constantine: Vance, I never made sure... Did you get that wine basket I mailed, for letting me have Meltdown Madness off?
Vance's smile grows, as he looks Constantine in the eye.
Vance: I did, it was a lovely gesture, John. But I wanted to make sure that you were... Ready for tonight's match. If there's anything we can do for you at all...
Constantine: I'll be ok, Vance, thanks. M's certainly... Unorthodox. But he just isn't Elite.
Showtime: Vance, I'm sure you didn't just come here to wish John well...
Vance's smile disappears, as he looks down to the ground.
Vance: Yes, of course. You wanted to keep you up to date with my meeting with Kenneth. And while he understands your... Concerns with Michael Winters and his matchup this week, that Kenneth would like to see... See how it plays out, if you will.
Showtime and Constantine look to one another, as Constantine gives a nod. Showtime shrugs his shoulders, as the two look back to Vance.
Showtime: Fine by us. And... As for that thing you mentioned about Lethal Lottery?
Vance's eyes return to Constantine and Showtime
Vance: Of course. Kenneth feels something could be arranged for the Lethal Lottery. He feels you two will be pleased with what you will find.
Constantine and Showtime smile to one another, and nod.
Vance: I've got a show to run, boys. But I hear word Kenneth will be here next week for Meltdown. Perhaps we can arrange a meeting.
Constantine: I'll bring the cigars.
Showtime: And this time, John, I'll bring the wine.
Vance: A pleasure, boys. I'll see you next week.
Vance leaves the Elites, as the two of the three members smile again, and return to telling jokes.
