* PYRO * * PYRO * * PYRO * * PYRO * * PYRO * As the pyro finishes going off and the smoke drifts away, a thunderous ovation carries over the arena as we are sold out in the United Center in Chicago. Thousands have packed into the arena and the camera shifts over, getting a look at the men, women and children, who have come out for tonight’s show. On the big screen we see several of the matches which will take place tonight including Constantine versus Vox and the in-ring return of WZCW Hall of Famer, Matt Tastic. Copeland: Thank you for joining us once again as WZCW presents Meltdown 140! We’re closing in on the 150th edition of Meltdown but to get there we have to go through an action packed event right here, tonight. Sebastian Copeland broadcasting like from the United Center and as always I’m joined by my broadcast partner, Jack Cohen. Cohen: About damn time you introduce me, Seabass! Tonight is sure to be one hell of a night with all five matches happening being in the Gold Rush tournament. Sixteen competitors, men and women, fighting for a chance to take on the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion at Unscripted. It’s a huge opportunity and one that these superstars will not want to let slip. Copeland: Remember to stay up to date with all the Gold Rush tournament news you have to check out WZCW dot com. It’s the only place to get the latest news regarding everything to do with WZCW. The camera switches over from the announce desk to the ring where Harrys is standing by himself. Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Xander LeBelle, Andrew Adonis, Mark Keaton and the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, Justin Cooper - they are Vis Imperium! [YOUTUBE]nIFZsbEuMXE[/YOUTUBE] The music begins to play, louder than any other, drowning out the crowd and piercing their eardrums. Throughout the arena, the lights have dimmed and now spray gold and red as they spin. The steel of the entrance ramp now golden as Mark Keaton emerges onto the stage, his hair matching that which lies beneath his feet. A smug smirk appears on his face as he is soon joined by Xander LeBelle, accompanied by Andrew Adonis, and the three men stand proudly. The heat is bad, fans are shouting and cursing, and the announcers have to almost shout to be heard. Copeland: In all my years I haven’t heard anything this bad. These are some of the most hated men in the history of not just WZCW but professional wrestling as a whole. Listen to this crowd! Cohen: They should shut up and be thankful that Vis Imperium is even bothering to come here tonight. None of them have matches on this card and it’s an honour to have them open the show. Last to appear is their leader, Justin Cooper and his appearance boils the blood of the fans, yet he shows no sign of giving a damn. His eyes trace the outline of the arena, a huge smile on his face, and he begins to laugh at how thousands curse his name. Cooper unclips the World Championship from around his waist, he is dressed in full ring gear which is unexpected seeing as he has no match. His new robe, a rainbow metallic material glistening under the lights and a large viper (being created by the lights shining down from the roof, it’s a golden viper) slithers under their feet towards the ring. Cohen: What’s with the viper, Seabass? I’m loving the new outfit by Cooper but I don’t get the snake. Copeland: From what I have been told it’s a creature from Indigenous Australian spirituality, it’s the creator. I think the idea is that Cooper is seeing himself as the creator of this new Vis Imperium. It’s a symbol of his power kind of like he is a God and this is all his work, it’s his desire and by his will this is happening. Vis Imperium begins their slow walk down to the ring, fans shout and throw things at them, yet throughout their walk they remain united. Keaton reacts, the only one, shouting back at fans while the remaining members ignore the taunts. Once in the ring, Cooper stands in the middle of the ring, Keaton to the left on the turnbuckle and LeBelle on the right, with Adonis in the background. They all cross their arms as a burst of pyro, golden sparks, goes off behind them. Cooper grabs a microphone from ringside and takes centre stage, the World Championship over his shoulder and so much on his mind. Cooper: For nearly a year I’ve played your game. I did whatever you people asked of me like I was a child with no say in the matter. In fact, that’s the perfect way to describe what the last year has been like for me. I have been a child who had no say in where he went, what he did or with whom he could play with. I was stuck under your thumb and you people sat happily by as I remained powerless in my own career. Well, that charade is dead. Inside the ring, his fellow Vis Imperium members nod their heads in agreement. Cooper: Last Sunday, amidst the bloody battle of a Last Man Standing Match where I vanquished Garth Black once and for all, I took my final step out of the prison you people put me in. I freed myself and now I stand before you liberated. I no longer have to do what you idiots want, I don't have to play friendly with the likes of Logan McAllister or Eve Taylor. I can look them right in the eyes and spit in their face because I do give a damn what any of you people think; I never fucking did! The crowd boos heavily as Cooper paces back and forth. Cooper: My decision was based on my own interest. I didn’t have to think about what you people wanted. I was free to make my own choice and I choose to take the power which I always wanted. The power which you people held from me! I was never going to get it being your lapdog but now, with Vis Imperium stronger than ever, I can achieve whatever I want. He turns to Keaton and places a hand on his shoulder. Cooper: We’ve come a long way, brother. I thank you for staying strong and keeping the faith as I walked down a path which will forever stain my legacy. For that I am sorry but now, as we stand here, our control over this company greater than we could have ever dreamed, I say thank you. I say, it was all worth it to get the WZCW World Championship. Justin turns back to the crowd. Cooper: From the ashes of the old will rise a new. Vis Imperium unbound by the old, all of them tossed aside and in their place stands the future and the now. The past is dead and it will stay buried no matter how hard Constantine and Tyrone Blades try to resurrect their pathetic careers. From behind, LeBelle steps forward and taps Justin on the shoulder. LeBelle: Constantine and Tyrone Blades are two fools playing the same game and it’s such a shame to see because they could’ve been part of this. You all could’ve been part of this wonderful achievement. The remaining three members clap their hands. LeBelle: We stand here not by luck but by choice. We sided with Mr. Banks, we chose to win the war instead of fight for some convoluted sense of justice. There is no justice in WZCW, only strength, only power and they reside with those who have the numbers. The crowd continues to boo, some throw rubbish with Keaton swats at with his hand. LeBelle: Numbers which we have! Nobody can match us in terms of bodies. We can anybody who dares challenge us just like we crushed Constantine. We cast him aside and now where is he? Soaking in his misery while Vis Imperium evolves, while we take the spotlight and soak in our glory for the future. John spends his time soaking in the disappointment of the past and that’s why he no longer fits in our plans. LeBelle smirks, Adonis right by his side. LeBelle: He became everything that we have fought against. He became just like Tyrone Blades, Mikey Stormrage and Garth Black. They all were consumed with the past and two of them no longer have a future. Tyrone is just the next name to fall when the future arrives. We are the future, we are the now and there is nothing anybody can do to stop us. From across the ring, Keaton climbs up onto a turnbuckle and begins shouting into a microphone. Keaton: Nobody! You hear that, bitches? Nobody can stop us because we have the numbers. Four men, a two time Tag Champion and Rookie of the Year, the former Elite Openweight Champion, the greatest manager in the world and the reigning and undisputed World Champion, united under the guidance of Mr. Banks. The mention of the WZCW Owner gets a big wave of heat from the crowd. Keaton: This isn’t Star Wars. Do not think that rebels are going to fly some ship thingy and blow us up. Oh no, we are unbreakable. We are stronger than any version of Vis Imperium that you idiots have ever seen. Believe it! You’re seeing the greatest stable in the history of this damn business standing in front of you. He jumps down off the turnbuckle and runs around the ring, his free arm spinning wildly. Keaton: VI! VI! VI! VI! As Justin sticks out his arm Keaton comes to a halt. He ducks underneath and stands next to his brother. Keaton: Last Sunday, I broke the back of Mikey Stormrage. Anybody who wants to stand up against Vis Imperium will get the same result. Cooper: Thank you, Mark. Now, this is a long show and my good friend Mr. Banks has an agreement with the television networks so allow me to end our little introduction. I wanted control and I’ve got it. I control my own fate now and as much as our peers will curse our names, deep down they wish they were us. They wish that they could do what they wanted and that’s the saddest thing because instead of praising for doing what they couldn’t, they will try and tear me down because I'm brave enough to stand up against you fans and spit in your faces. [YOUTUBE]M2NIMHVmGwk[/YOUTUBE] It’s a mixed reaction from the crowd mostly because of the hate for Vis Imperium. They aren’t keen on Flex but the fittest man on earth steps out onto the stage shaking his head, looking perplexed. Mussel: You four do understand that this show is on a time limit, right? We don’t have all night for you four jackasses to run your mouths about how great you are and all this nonsense about control. You wanted control? Well, you’re now the official bitch of Mr. Banks so how are you enjoying your control, Justin? Inside the ring, Justin curses under his breath. Mussel: You talked about yourself, Constantine and Tyrone but you failed to mention the biggest problem standing in your way. Me! I am the number one contender and at Gold Rush I’m going to take that championship away from you. It doesn’t matter if it’s one on one, one on two, one on three or one on four. I will kick the crap outta all four of you because I’ve waited, I’ve waited a long time for this chance and no third rate boyband is going to keep me from the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship. Vis Imperium are not happy at all; Cooper hands the title to Adonis and takes off his robe leaving his golden boots, white pants and wrist tape all that he is wearing. Keaton and LeBelle are discussing things to the side as Cooper picks up a microphone. Cooper: You and what army? I don’t know if you’re intelligent enough to understand this but you’ve ended careers, Flex. You’ve caused people to never wrestle again and now when you need help nobody is going to answer the call. Mussel: That’s where you’re wrong, Justin. I don’t need help to beat you. I can do it all by myself. Cooper: How about we find out right now? Gentlemen, if you would exit the ring. I have a lesson to teach Flex about who holds the power in our little relationship. The other three members of Vis Imperium exit the ring take a few steps away. Cooper stands alone and shouts for Flex to bring it. A few moments later, Flex Mussel charges to the ring. He slides in but the moment he does so, Cooper rolls to the outside and the other three members of Vis Imperium pounce! Copeland: Oh, come on! Justin said he wanted to see how it would be one on one but this coward just set a trap for Flex. I thought we were going to see how Flex measured up against Justin. This is disgusting! Cohen: It’s brilliant, Seabass. Flex has nobody to help him. He has caused so many issues in the locker room that nobody will ever come to his aid. It’s perfect. Flex is outmanned in this feud. He cannot possible defeat Vis Imperium! The attack continues as LeBelle drives his knee into the face of Flex. It’s a total mugging by Vis Imperium as Justin Cooper watches from the outside of the ring. Keaton holds an arm, Adonis another and LeBelle picks up the cane and cracks it across the ribs of Mussel. Try as Flex might, he is unable to overpower three men. Slowly, Justin Cooper walks up the steps and enters the ring. He holds his World Championship proudly and sticks it right in the face of Flex. Their eyes meet, for a moment nothing is said until Cooper whispers. Cooper: Even the fittest man on earth can’t beat four men. At least you’ll have the answer ready after I beat you at Gold Rush because there is only question left to ask, Flex. What’s your excuse? A moment later, Cooper spits in his face and slams the World Championship into Flex’s head leaving him knocked out cold in the middle of the ring. Vis Imperium form a line, raising their hands in the arm as the crowd boos heavily. Vis Imperium reborn under new leadership and possibly even more dangerous.