Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, this bout is your main event and it is now a singles contest, set for one fall!
Copeland: You heard that right folks; as a result of Dorian Slaughter’s assault earlier in the evening, Flex Mussel is out of this contest and we are now going to see Slaughter one on one in a rematch from last week with Ramparte.
Cohen: Brilliant move on Slaughter’s part, not only taking Mussel out, but also allowing him to inflict further punishment on that muscle bound freak’s partner.
A loud murmur comes from the crowd, uncertain as to the condition of Flex Mussel, but eager for their final contest of the evening. It turns into a strong cheer as the participants begin their entrances:
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Harrys: Introducing first, hailing from an undisclosed location, RAM-PARTE!
Doing away with his usual entrance antics, the “Reclusive” superstar has a foul look on his face, storming to the ring, with only a brief nod, recognising the crowd’s effort to get behind him. He is quick to the ring apron and even more so into the ring, pacing frantically, indicating he wants a piece of his monstrous foe.
Copeland: To use a bit of a cliché, Ramparte is all business here tonight.
Cohen: He’s in the mood, but they say there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity and this bookworm’s just crossed it.
And with those ominous words echoing in our ears, the music, lighting and ultimately mood changes. The fans boo relentlessly as darkness spreads across the arena, the frantic and feverish guitar of Slayer filling their ears.
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There is a pause as Ramparte paces back and forth, desperate for the enemy to appear. Then after a few moments longer than normal, a spotlight shines down and into it steps the “Angel of Death” himself.
Harrys: And his opponent; from Hell, Michigan, weighing in at 295 pounds, “The Angel of Death”, DO-RIAN SLAAAAAUUUUUUGH-TER!
Staring with malice intent, Slaughter’s eyes are locked on the ring. His face is deadpan, reacting to neither the desperation of the man inside the squared circle, the negative atmosphere or his actions earlier in the evening. He walks slowly, to a very deliberate pace, the spotlight following him.
Copeland: This man has made it his personal mission to stalk and destroy Flex Mussel by any means necessary.
Cohen: This is no man Seabass, you should know that by now. This is a monster and monsters don’t play by the same rules as mere men. It’s not complicated, Slaughter is just living up to his moniker.
As he reaches the base of the ramp, Slaughter now has his eyes deadlocked on Ramparte’s, the latter inviting him into the ring, holding the ropes open for him before the official pulls him away.
Copeland: Senior official, Jurou Akiyama, hoping to maintain order in what could be a chaotic environment. He doesn’t want to let things get out of hand.
The house lights rise up as Slaughter stands, eyes wide, arms open, taunting, perhaps baiting Ramparte to come at him. Something uncouth comes from the literary fan’s mouth and a slight hint of satisfaction creeps onto the former Heavyweight Champion’s face. Suddenly, the crowd reaction changes once more. Now, a massive cheer. Slaughter does not notice it as Ramparte develops a grin of his own.
Copeland: Wait a minute!
Bam! Flex Mussel runs straight into the back of Dorian Slaughter, clattering him into the apron. Flex is taped and bandaged up fairly heavily following his earlier encounter with Slaughter. Regardless he strikes with renewed vigour and fervour at Slaughter’s tattooed back, pounding hard and fast, before shoving him into the ring. Ramparte casts the referee aside as he goes in to assist his long time friend and ally.
Cohen: This is supposed to be a singles match! Akiyama, disqualify them!
Copeland: Slaughter was never in the ring before Flex appeared, the match hasn’t officially begun.
Slaughter shoves the much lighter Ramparte across the ring, turning only to be greeted by the Flex-Decapitator, sending the man mountain crashing to the mat. Hurting himself in the process, Mussel shakes the arm and moves over toward Ramparte, bring him to his feet. The two men look at one another, and then the crowd. The arena erupts. The duo nod and move in, looking to repay Slaughter for his earlier antics. Mussel moves in for the kill first when Slaughter surprises, grabbing his rival by the throat, slowly getting up onto one knee, and then to a vertical basis.
In swiftly though is Ramparte who manages to interrupt whatever violence the “Angel” had planned, unleashing a variety of kicks to Slaughter’s lower extremities. Dorian backs away slowly, more stung and annoyed than in serious pain. Now Ramparte mixes things up, slapping Slaughter with a European uppercut which he tries to shake off, stumbling toward a prepared Flex Mussel who drops him down in preparation…
Copeland: Listen to this arena, they want to see it! Spin & Win!
Mussel begins to rotate, at first slowly, then he builds momentum, the crowd counting with each rotation, Slaughter’s arms flailing around, frantically, furious as the speed of the move increases. Ramparte is counting along too, prepared for what comes next. Finally Mussel begins to slow and casts the monstrous foe off into a picture perfect dropkick from Ramparte.
Copeland: Vintage Cerberus!
Cohen: Ugh…
The two men grin big and look set to inflict even more damage when suddenly, Ramparte falls forwards and is dragged out of the ring. There, on the outside is Kagura! Quickly she thrusts a palm into Ramparte’s throat and lights him up with a series of stiff elbow strikes aiming to startle and disrupt the former tag team champion. Mussel takes notice and tries to intervene, totally unaware that Slaughter is already back to his feet and appearing utterly furious. As Flex tries to reach down and grab Kagura, Slaughter comes up from behind and seeks to lock in a Cobra Clutch!
Akiyama, the match official, is struggling to decide whom to try and separate first, eventually choosing trying to break the Clutch, before Slaughter swipes him aside, causing him to go careening backwards. Still Slaughter hasn’t got it in and Akiyama’s brief interference allows Flex to roll through it, sending Slaughter down. As the two men rise, it is Flex who acts first, taking Slaughter down and unloading a flurry of lefts and rights, trying to maim his adversary.
Meanwhile outside the ring, the tables have turned in Kagura versus Ramparte as the latter now has control, hitting her with a variety of strikes. Joheki though retorts with her own strikes, the battle between the two going back and forth. In the ring, Slaughter is now atop Mussel and has his hand firmly wrapped around Flex’s neck, actually choking life from his lungs.
Copeland: Dorian Slaughter will not stop until Flex Mussel is permanently wounded from these encounters.
Noticing this, Ramparte knees Kagura in the stomach and throws her across the announce table, careening into Jack Cohen who, along with his notes and laptop, goes flying. Now, commentary is silent as both commentators are forcibly disconnected from proceedings, Cohen down for the count and Copeland’s headset jerked from his head. Now Ramparte dives into the ring and atop Slaughter with a modified Thesz Press. Right hands fly in from Ramparte before Slaughter swats him away. Flex tries to pull himself up while Ramparte and Dorian Slaughter go at it now.
Taking refuge in a corner of the ring, Akiyama indicates for more officials to intervene and stop the wild brawl that is now taking place. Soon a few extra referees appear trying to restore order, but while they make their way into the ring, Slaughter nails Ramparte with Hate Creation, flattening the smaller man. Now he again refocuses on Flex. It is here that the referees enter the fray, two stepping into try and keep Mussel and Slaughter apart while one checks on Ramparte. Both Slaughter and Flex don’t want peace though and shove their respective officials out the way, going back at it again, tearing into one another.
Shaking cobwebs out, Ramparte sees the resumed brawl and gingerly gets to his feet to join in, brushing aside the referee attempting to assist him. He goes to clatter into Slaughter’s back, but from nowhere Kagura absolutely launches herself at him tackling him to the floor and duplicating the actions of Slaughter and Mussel, they now begin to rip into one another. Akiyama again signals for more as the four referees in ring, struggle to maintain the chaos. A couple more refs appear while men in suits and security appear to reinstate some sanity.
Somehow Flex has Slaughter by the waste and throws him with a German suplex, the landing softened by some officials who have gotten in the way. Kagura has gotten to a vertical basis and gone for the shuffle side kick, but Ramparte ducks, swooping her off her feet with a swinging kick to the legs and locking her into a rear naked choke hold on the way down. Across the ring, Slaughter is back to his feet but taking further punishment from Flex who again throws him, this time with the belly to belly.
There are now at least twelve or so different people in the ring, four trying to cause chaos whilst the remainders try and prevent it, with little success. Kagura tries madly to break out of Ramparte’s choke while Slaughter keeps on coming at Flex who now clutches at his aching body.
Bateman: People, people, please, please. Stop this madness.
General manager Vance Bateman is on the scene to little fanfare, trying now to inject some air of authority to the peace keeping efforts. It isn’t working, still the four world warriors trundle on, trying to take an ounce of flesh from one another. A headbutt has freed Kagura while Slaughter now has Flex back in a corner, working on his wounded ribs.
Bateman: Flex, Ramparte, Kagura, Slaughter; stop this! If you don’t stop there will be consequences.
Still none of them listen, the officials in ring highly ineffective.
Bateman: Akiyama! Dammit, do something!
Indeed, Akiyama is trying, seeking to orchestrate a means of forcibly keeping the individuals involved apart, trying to force each on the four combatants into a corner each – there are three men on each side of Dorian Slaughter, trying to force him away from the prone Mussel. Kagura and Ramparte are also backed into corners, away from each other.
It all appears to have settled when suddenly Flex sprints right at Slaughter, trying to nail him with a running uppercut. Kagura and Ramparte also still try to claw at each other madly. Referees are able to stop them from being able to make contact but just barely. Others are doing their utmost to separate the monstrous Slaughter and the physical specimen that is Mussel from each other. Vance Bateman though is furious.
Bateman: You’re all so desperate to kill each other, eh? You all want to brutalize and destroy each other? Well then dammit you’ll get your chance! At Unscripted, Kagura Joheki, Ramparte, you’ll go one on one and the WZCW Universe will decide whether it’s a Casket Match or a Dungeon Style Cage Match!, since our own are struggling so much or perhaps we’ll innovate with the first ever Library Brawl!
And as for you two animals, Slaughter, Mussel, you too will face one another, and again your fate is in their hands and since you want to do nothing but tear into each other until one of you is left broken and lifeless, it will either be Last Man Standing or I-Quit! Now dammit, get them out of that ring!
With that, Bateman drops the mic and takes his leave, the crowd raucous at the match announcements. Kagura has already been forced outside the ring and is slowly backing away, while Ramparte points and indicates he’ll see her at Unscripted. Meanwhile Slaughter stands across the ring, arms open wide taunting a fuming Mussel who paces, much as Ramparte did earlier. Slowly Slaughter too begins to take his leave as Flex and Ramparte high five one another, both men clearly less than pleased, but ready for their upcoming wars.
Copeland: Well, folks, that's all for another edition of Meltdown and the final Meltdown stop before Unscripted 2016. Tomorrow night is the final stop on the road to the most unpredictable PPV of the WZCW year. So much unpredictability has already plagued WZCW and it will all come to a head soon enough.
Cohen: Join us tomorrow night! But for now, that's all folks!
