Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening and scheduled for one fall!
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The crowd is a mix of boos and cheers and Tyrone's music hits and the house spotlight shines around the arena looking for the hooded superstar. Finally Tyrone is spotted coming from behind the announcer's.
Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, Tyrone Blades!
Tyrone slides into the ring, his trademark black bat in hand. He points to the entrance ramp and takes a few check swings before he pulls his hoodie and bandana off.
Copeland: There is some history between the two competitors in tonight's match.
Cohen: Who doesn't have history with Tyrone?
Copeland: There is a special history between Tyrone and Mikey though. They met in the co-main event of Kingdom Come Six, where Tyrone became the first and still only man to ever beat Mikey by submission.
Cohen: And full credit to Stormrage, as much as it pains me, but he didn't tap that night. He fought until his body literally shut down from the pain and he passed out.
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The crowd roars at a defining tone in the sold out Phillips Arena for their champion as green strobe lights begin to flash throughout the building.
And his opponent, from San Francisco, California by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 325 pounds, he is the reigning WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, MIKEY STORMRAGE!
Copeland: Few men in WZCW can elicit the response of the Crown Prince of Gaming. Just listen to this crowd. You have to wonder how he is going to be mentally however, as rumor on the street is that Eve Taylor walked out on him just days ago.
Cohen: It looks like Mikey is still soaking in the approval, as he has yet to step foot onto the stage. That or he is grief banging his way through French Polynesia.
Indeed, the champ has yet to appear despite the ovation he is receiving. The crowd begins to die down, their reaction going from glee to confusion as Stormrage is nowhere to be seen.
Copeland: Maybe play his music again?
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As Mikey's music continues to play with no sign of the World Champion, Tyrone finally snaps and grabs the mic from Harrys, signaling for the back to cut the music. He leans against the ropes facing the entrance ramp, before cracking up laughing.
Tyrone: Stormrage I expected this type of attitude from Banks. He's been ducking me for months now. But you Mikey, y'all were supposed to be the guy that comes out here flying down that ramp with all these fans roaring out in applause for their world champion. But why is that Mikey? Why do they cheer for you? This moronic commentator over here, that's right I'm looking at you Copeland, would say because you're just like them. Fat, lazy, and completely incapable of taking care of yourself!
The crowd boos as Tyrone walks around, salivating in the hatred being thrown his way, his arms spread out wide as he yells out asking if he was lying.
Copeland: Well that was completely uncalled for.
Cohen: Tyrone is absolutely right about you Seabass!
Tyrone: It's a wonder you even know how to get dressed in the morning. Oh wait, that would require you to actually change your god damn clothes for once. Trust me, I've been in the ring with you. But now that I'm done with your typical sophomoric insults, Mikey Stormrage, you're nothing more than a cuckold! Did you not learn a god damn thing when I put you fell for the easiest tactic in the book? Did you honestly think my bitch of an ex wife would have fallen for you like that? That she was some poor innocent victim to my machinations? And yet here we are again Mikey. You sit back there in the locker room crying and pouting because Eve Taylor may have actually developed some sort of intuition in that space case head of hers and realized you were nothing more than an anchor. But like always, you're looked down upon as a charity case so she let you down easy. In fact, the moment she sees you at your weakest, she'll strike and tear your beating heart out of your chest.
The crowd continues to boo as Tyrone continues to stare forward into the camera, brushing his hair back briefly before picking his bat up and pointing it towards the entrance ramp.
Tyrone: That's of course if you decide to show up and get the beating of your life tonight Mikey. If you don't get your ass out here then my boys Mr. Jones and Phoenix will lay her out and deliver her right to your dressing room in a body bag. This isn't a game any more Mikey, and you don't get to be the big hero today. Management would LOVE for you to be that guy so they can sell more shirts, after all you're living the fantasy of all these idiots in the stands, the boy who refused to mentally grow up becoming world champion. But I'm the reality of it all. I'm the one that lives and breathes this god damn industry for better or worse in my own life. I'm the one that's up at 5 am every morning, fucking bleeding just to stay at the top. I don't get to roll out of bed and maybe change my fucking socks like you do and have management see you as some sort of messiah to these fat fucks and get every opportunity handed to you. Just when we had someone like Garth Black ready to make a change in this company, they give the belt right back to you. You see Mikey, you don't deserve to be on my level, in fact you're one of the cancers causing WZCW to falter like it has. They've tied their hopes and dreams onto you and you'll drop to the bottom of the ocean. I'm the one that carried this god damn company on my back, dragging it to the top of the mountain. When I ran this shit, you weren't even good enough to be the janitor that swept my office!
The boos intensify as the whole arena has begone showering Tyrone with jeers. A sadistic grin forms on his face as he looks out at the crowd before turning and leaning against the ropes towards the entrance once more.
Tyrone: Prove me wrong Mikey. Prove to me you deserve to even stand opposite of me in this ring. It's been two years since we clashed at Kingdom Come, and you're still the same ignorant fool. You haven't changed. I grew jaded. I became aware of the strings pulling all of us. I cut mine, let me cut yours. I'm tired of waiting here. I'm tired of you moping around and being a disgrace to that championship that so many of us have bled for! So Stormrage, grow a fucking set and come fight me like a man!
Tyrone throws the microphone to the ground outside the ring as he spins his bat in his hand, trash talking the crowd as the fans become near riotous in nature. With no sign of Mikey still Tyrone drops and rolls under the ring, picking the mic up once more.
Tyrone: You had your chance Mikey, now Eve pays the price for your cowardice!
Tyrone is about to exit the ring but stops as he notices something. Finally, after some time, Mikey makes his way onto the stage. He isn't in his usual ring gear, instead he is in what appears to be the same clothing he wore the day before. It is wrinkled and heavily stained. He is slumped over and lethargically dragging the title on the ground behind him as he makes his way to the ring.
Copeland: Never in all of my time as a commentator for this great company have I seen someone come out so unprepared. It is clear that something has gotten to Mikey Stormrage.
Cohen: It better not be Eve. Trust me Seabass, women just aren't worth it. I should know, I've been married three times.
Mikey stops at the foot of the ramp and looks up at Tyrone, who looks confused himself. Stormrage drops the World Title on the floor before letting out a heavy sigh and climbing into the ring. Referee Jun Akiyama has a talk with Mikey, who doesn't appear interested in the match.
Copeland: The champ appears to be in no condition to fight here tonight.
Cohen: He is the Heavyweight Champion of the World, he needs to be ready to go each night.
As the referee talks to Stormrage, Tyrone paces around the ring, waiting for the bell. It looks like Stormrage mouths the words "I don't care" and the referee shrugs and calls for the bell to start the match.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Tyrone charges out of the gate, and Stormrage just stands there looking uninterested. Tyrone pulls up and almost looks concerned.
Cohen: Go on and finish him off.
Copeland: It appears that the rumors of Stormrage being deeply depressed are true. He just stood there as an enraged Tyrone Blades charged full speed.
Stormrage looks up and urges Tyrone forward. The two men are face to face but Tyrone refuses to engage until Stormrage slaps him hard across the face.
Stormrage: C'Mon! Finish this! End me!
Tyrone obliges and connects with a vicious superkick, then he connects with a vicious running knee to the head. Click Clack! Stormrage collapses and Tyrone makes the cover.
One!...Two!...Three!
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Tyrone Blades!
Cohen: What the hell was that?
Tyrone rolls out of the ring, but not before grabbing his black bat and attire before he disappears through the crowd once again.
Copeland: Ladies and gentlemen, in all my time as a sports broadcaster, I have never seen anything like this. Tyrone literally beat the World Heavyweight Champion with one move, and the champ didn't even try to defend himself. In fact, he urged him on. Something is severely wrong with Mikey Stormrage and I for one am worried about his mental well being.
Stormrage lies back on the mat and as the referee comes to check on him he simply rolls over, as if trying to avoid him.
The referee backs away, exiting the ring through the second rope while Mikey Stromrage rolls onto his knees. On the canvas next to him sits the World Heavyweight Championship, the golden plates sparkling under the lights and the jewels reflecting back at him as Stormrage picks up the belt. His gaze is focused on the title belt, his head lowered, seemingly defeated and unaware of his surroundings. The crowd begins to scream, some jumping up off their seats and pointing, trying to get the attention of Mikey. No matter how much they yell Mikey doesn’t look up until it’s too late.
Steel smacks across his back and the title belt is throw across the ring as Mikey feels pain shooting through his body. The cold steel comes crashing down against his back again and this time Mikey falls, his hands failing to break his fall and his face meets the canvas. The crowd watches on in horror as the steel chair is repeatedly slammed into the defenceless World Champion.
Copeland: What the hell is he doing out here? What is the meaning of this attack? This is disgusting. Somebody has got to do something.
Cohen: Who is going to save him? Eve Taylor isn’t here tonight. She’s on Ascension and Austin Reynolds may have helped but he’s been sent to the hospital by the same men who are taking out the World Champion right now.
Copeland: Mark Keaton has snapped, ladies and gentlemen. He joined Vis Imperium earlier tonight and now he’s destroying the World Heavyweight Champion whilst Abel Hunnicutt and Constantine watch on. Why are they doing this?
Inside the ring Mark Keaton throws the steel chair to the mat and turns Mikey over. He begins striking Mikey across the face with closed fists, drawing blood from his forehead. Constantine slowly climbs into the ring and begins ordering both Keaton and Hunnicutt around. Towering over them all Hunnicutt pulls Mikey to his feet, holding him from behind with his arms tangled, and moves him towards Constantine. The Power Trip unbuttons his shirt as to not get blood on it, hands it to Keaton who hangs it over the top rope and proceeds to unload punch after punch into the head of Mikey Stormrage. Each shot causes a loud
crack to echo throughout the arena, many of the fans in attendance having turned away from this act of violence. Unable to watch a defenceless man get attacked by a pack of wolves like Vis Imperium.
Keaton switches but this time he drives his knee into Mikey’s stomach and begins to slap him across the face while laughing. His golden hair mixed with sweat, Keaton walks over to the chair and picks it up. With a smile on his face Keaton places the tip of the chair against Mikey’s forehead, brings it back and instantly Mikey collapses with his eyes closed shut.
Crack.
Copeland: God damn it! He’s just sent that chair into Mikey’s skull. This is sickening!
Cohen: This is what happens when you face Justin Cooper. Friends are everything and it appears an alliance has been formed between Justin Cooper and Vis Imperium. I mean, Mark Keaton joined earlier tonight. Are you going to believe that Cooper has nothing to do with this assault? He must have known. We saw him earlier, he had no match, and he had no reason to be here tonight unless this was his masterplan. Justin Cooper has fooled the world into believing he is a hero but tonight has proven he is just as villainous as ever before.
Copeland: I don’t know if Justin Cooper had anything to do with this attack. I hope not. I hope that we’re going to find out that Cooper knew nothing and this was all Mark Keaton’s work and that of Vis Imperium. I believe that Cooper is a changed man and I’m not ready to call him a liar because of the actions of Vis Imperium.
Cohen: Oh please! Justin Cooper is a villain. We all know it. Mikey Stormrage is the only thing standing in his way of becoming WZCW World Heavyweight Champion so Cooper formed an alliance with Vis Imperium, he gave them the WZCW Tag Team Championships by getting Mark Keaton to bring in Constantine and they’ll help deliver him the World Championship. It’s genius!
Copeland: I cannot believe it. I will not believe it.
Stormrage begins to stir, his face masked with blood as he tries to crawl towards his championship. The belt only inches away when suddenly Constantine steps on his hand. Stormrage yells out in pain as Hunnicutt lifts him up again, kicks him in the stomach and delivers a European Uppercutt. Mikey, already on wobbly legs, stumbles backwards for a moment, unable to see due to the blood dripping into his eyes and is nailed with
Collateral Damage from Constantine.
Mikey Stormrage lays on his back, unable to move with pain piercing his entire body. The crowd are silent as they watch their fallen hero helpless on the canvas with Vis Imperium standing over him. Constantine motions to both men and they begin exiting the ring. When Hunnicutt and Constantine reach the bottom of the entrance ramp they turn back and notice that Mark Keaton remains in the ring. He kneels next to Stormrage and turns him onto his stomach. Keaton points to the World Championship just inches away and yells for Mikey to reach.
“Do it, Mikey! Reach for it. I thought you were World Champion? What is a World Champion without his belt? Take a good hard look because Kingdom Come will be the last time you ever hold that belt, I promise you and we’ll take it by any means necessary.”
Copeland: I'm in shock by what I've seen tonight. The real question we have to ask is did Justin Cooper know about this attack? What part, if any, did he play in Vis Imperium assaulting the reigning WZCW World Heavyweight Champion. I hope that this man is true and isn't with these wolves because anyone willing to do something like this isn't worthy to be World Champion.
Cohen: As I said before I believe this was his masterplan. I think he had this planned from the moment he won Lethal Lottery. Mikey Stormrage has no friends. Cooper said it last week, Mikey Stormrage has nobody willing to support him. James Howard, Matt Tastic and even Eve Taylor. Where are they? None of them are willing to fight with Mikey Stormrage, he's toxic and has turned all of them away. Cooper meanwhile has gathered friends and formed an alliance. I'm telling you, Cooper is in on it!
Copeland: Well the contract will be signed on Ascension for the World Championship Match so Justin Cooper will have to answer for this assault even if he had nothing to do with it. I wonder how Mikey Stormrage will react. I hope he is going to be fit for competition. We need medical out here right away to check on him.
Keaton jumps up to his feet and exits the ring leaving Mikey Stormrage is struggle his way forward inch by inch towards the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship. The blood on his face drying, the belt just a fingertip away but Mikey Stormrage is exhausted and has nothing left. His arms falls short and his eyes close, his body unable to move any further with the championship just out of reach as the show fades to black.