* PYRO * * PYRO * * PYRO * * PYRO * * PYRO * The camera pans around the Target Center in Mineappolis, Minessota where thousands of fans have packed into the building ready for an exciting night of wrestling. Several signs are shown, fans are cheering, waving to the camera and the odd few are still rushing to their seats. The camera transitions to a shot of the announce table where our famous team is standing by. Copeland: Hello and welcome to the final Meltdown before the most unpredictable pay-per-view of the year. I’m Sebastian Copeland and joining me as always is Jack Cohen. Tonight we’ve got an action packed line-up which is headline by a champion versus champion match where Eurasian Champion Titus will face off against the reigning World Champion, Justin Cooper. Cohen: That’s a pay-per-view main event right there, Seabass. Meltdown always delivers the biggest matches and that’s exactly what the wonderful Mr. Banks has provided. Even with these fans not appreciating his greatness, Mr. Banks has given them an amazing card tonight. It’s a mixed reaction for the Eurasian Champion, mostly due to his recent support of Tyrone Blades and Constantine in their effort to protect WZCW from Vis Imperium. He still carries himself with the same level of arrogance as he has become known for and the Eurasian Champion is proudly displayed around his waist. Titus begins making his way down to the ring, some cheering and others still unsure of the correct response, but even the timidest of supporters’ pop when Titus climbs the turnbuckle and points up to the sky. Cohen: Listen to these sheep giving this man any kind of cheer, Seabass! He was one of the most hated men in the company just a month ago and now he has them wrapped around his finger. I’ve called Titus Avison the greatest champion I’ve ever seen but this crusade against Vis Imperium is casting a dark shadow on what has been an amazing title reign. Copeland: He’s not my favourite person because of what he has done in the past two years but Titus Avison saw an injustice and he stepped up. He wasn’t going to let WZCW die at the hands of Vis Imperium and for that I’m damn proud. I’m damn proud to know that one of the legends of this company is willing to risk it all in the name of WZCW! Cohen: I don’t see you running into that ring to save WZCW! All talk and no action, Seabass. Just wait, that’ll be the same for these rebels come Unscripted. Inside the ring, Titus Avison walks from corner to corner, looking out at the crowd and nodding his head as they make a mixture of cheers and boos. Titus: It seems we’ve got some people who are still uncertain of how they should react to me. Not surprising, I get it. I’ve spent nearly two years defending the Eurasian Championship by hook or crook. I’ve done whatever it takes to keep my title and that has included taking out some of your favourites. The fans aren’t happy at being reminded of how Avison’s reign has been at the downfall of some of the most popular stars in WZCW history. Titus: I don’t expect all of you to support me. I don’t want it and I don’t need it. I’ve taken my game to another level without any of you. Keeping the Eurasian Championship is a task that I only need one person on my side; myself! A small pause from Titus as unclips the title belt and places it over his shoulder. Titus: Well, that was true until now. This Sunday the Eurasian Championship is on the line and I don’t need to be involved in the decision for it to be taken from me. That’s a weird feeling and one I’ve not had to deal with since Lethal Lottery. Not only is this Sunday different in terms of the title match but it’s about more than that. It’s about protecting this company from those who would wish to destroy it. The fans cheer; Titus nods his head. Titus: We don’t have to agree on everything but we can sure as hell agree that Vis Imperium absolutely sucks! And if they think that this Sunday, Tyrone and I are just going to lay down while they put the final nail in the coffin of WZCW, then they’ve got a rude wakeup call coming at Unscripted! I’ve spent nearly two years fighting for myself but at Unscripted, when I step into the ring against Vis Imperium, I’m fighting for W-Z-C-freaking-W! Huge pop from the crowd. Titus looks raises the microphone to continue when all of a sudden, the lights dim and the big screen lights up. Copeland: This cannot be good. Walking out onto the stage to a chorus of boos are three out of four members of Vis Imperium. Leading the pack is Mark Keaton, twirling a microphone in his hand at the top of the ramp. Behind him stands both Xander LeBelle and Andrew Adonis, both dressed to perfection in fine suits. Titus: If it isn’t the three blind mice. Three idiots who don’t know they’re walking to their doom at Unscripted. Keaton: As brash as ever, Titus. Such a shame that this Sunday your arrogance will come to an end just like the career of Tyrone… From Keaton’s left, Adonis leans in and whispers something. Keaton: Ah, yes. Thank you. As I was saying, it’s a shame your arrogance will come to an end just like the career of Ty Burna. I’ve rather enjoyed you as a fixture of this program, Titus. You provided a kind of senile old man quality that we need. That old fool who thinks he can hang with the young guns but in reality, is nothing more than a pathetic washed up loser clinging to the memories of the past. At Unscripted, when we win, that façade comes crashing down! Titus: I’m just waiting for the day when you don’t have a group behind you, Keaton. Ever since you first showed up, you have crawled into bed with multiple stars trying to leach as much success off them as you could. After Unscripted, when Vis Imperium is forced to disband, you’ll be on your own and I think that scares you. I think you’re afraid of everyone realising that Mark Keaton is not half as remarkable as he claims to be. On the ramp, Keaton throws his arms up in the air in a wild motion. Keaton: I’ll show you remarkable this Sunday when I put a remarkable ass kicking on you, old man! Just wait, Vis Imperium will live on forever. We are the best and nothing you or any of these people do can stop us. Xander LeBelle steps forward and eases the microphone out of his teammates hand. LeBelle: Your games will not phase us, Titus. I nearly bested you once before and at Unscripted I will succeed where once I failed. I know the counters to your best moves. I know what to expect when the mighty Titus Avison is desperate and in a bind. I’ve seen your best stuff Titus and I know how to defeat it. Titus: Eleven have done their best to take the Eurasian Championship from me. All eleven have failed and at Unscripted, Mark Keaton will become the twelfth. LeBelle: In what reality can a makeshift team of enemies defeat a well-oiled machine like Vis Imperium? We are cannot be defeated by two men who have little experience teaming together. We are the most dominant force in the history of WZCW. This year has been our year, Titus. We are the story and you are just a jealous man lost in the shuffle of an era ruled by superior talent. Before Titus can return an answer, Vis Imperium rush down to the ring and surround it on three sides. Keaton, LeBelle and Adonis looking like sharks who smell blood in the water. Titus drops his title belt and scans around the ring. He makes for the unmanned side but Vis Imperium shift and force Titus to stay inside the ring. Slowly, Vis Imperium climbs onto the apron of the ring. Keaton is shouting orders, his eyes wild at the thought of getting at Titus. Cohen: He had a lot of words when they were on the ramp but Titus looks outmatched now! Go get him, boys! Copeland: This is three on one, damn it. Titus doesn’t stand a chance. The Eurasian Champion is about to get destroyed days before his title defence. This cannot happen. With all three men on the apron, Titus looks to be in major trouble until the lights go out. It’s pitch black and nobody can see a thing. The fans are cheering loudly, they suspect something is up. Copeland: The lights have gone out in the arena. Vis Imperium were just about to send a message to Titus but this blackout has cut them short. Cohen: It will not be long now, Seabass. The lights have to come on soon and when they do, Titus is going to get what he deserves. The lights come back on, Vis Imperium is still on the outside of the ring on the apron. It takes a few seconds for everyone to comprehend what they are seeing but when they do, the arena explodes with cheers from the fans. Titus armed with a steel chair and he’s not alone inside the ring. Standing side by side, ready for a fight, is Titus Avison and his partner at Unscripted, Tyrone Blades! They charge towards the three men surrounding the ring, LeBelle ducking a baseball bat shot by Blades but Titus nails Keaton is the side with a chair shot. Adonis scatters, joining his teammates running for safety up the entrance ramp. Copeland: Ringside has been cleared of Vis Imperium. Tyrone Blades has come to the aid of Titus Avison days before they team up at Unscripted. Cohen: A lucky night for the rebels. Don’t expect it to happen at Unscripted, Seabass. The arena is going nuts; Titus and Blades have sent Vis Imperium running for the hills rather than fight. On the entrance ramp, far away from any threat, Vis Imperium are huddle together and looking furious. Keaton rubs his side, right where Titus cracked him, and spits fury at the sight of the Eurasian Champion raising his title high in the air. As Vis Imperium flees backstage, Titus and Blades climb opposing corners and take in the support of the crowd.