WZCW Apocalypse 2016

[Dave]

The End...


On the screen, nothing can be seen but immense darkness.


There is no stronger motivator than knowing that your days are numbered.


From the darkness, the faces of Dr Zeus and Theron Daggershield emerge looking deep into the others eyes.


Fear of the past...


The images of the World Champion and his opponent are soon replaced by pictures of static pictures of Showtime David Cougar, Garth Black and Matt Tastic.


Fear of the future...


Soon, the three men disappear into the black once more and are replaced by static pictures of Flex Mussel, Veejay and S.H.I.T


All of them pale in comparison compared to fear of the unknown.


Again, all three of the men disappear as images of Noah Ryder holding his briefcase aloft takes up the screen, only to be replaced by an image of Eve Taylor and Titus holding their respective Championships aloft in celebration.


Tonight, we witness the end of days.


From the darkness this time, the image of Constantine and his team-mates; Abel Hunnicut and Kagura Daikonran emerge. With Constantine looking venomously focussed in the centre of this team, darkness once again fills the screen.


Tonight, we witness as good finally triumphs.


Then, a static picture of Mikey Stormrage and his team mates fills the screen. Flanked by his team of M and Vee ADZ, Mikey looks to be laughing with his arms outstretched at his sides.


Or, we witness the darkness consume the light.


As the picture of Team Kick Ass disappears, we see a picture of Dr Zeus with his stable-mates. He is flanked by Ramparte and John Doe as the WZCW Heavyweight Championships hands over his shoulder.


Tonight, we witness the start of a new era in WZCW.


Soon, a static picture of Theron Daggershield holding the World Championship aloft can be seen. It is soon replaced by the images of Ty Burna and El Caidos Dragon in celebration, also.


Tonight, we witness the Apocalypse!​

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The fans jump to their feet as the opening pyrotechnics display of Apocalypse 2016 open the show. Holding their home-made signs aloft, the camera spins around the arena, zooming into certain members of the fan-base and then moving on. It seems like a hot crowd as the commentary team welcome us to the first PPV of 2016!

Copeland: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the end of days! It is a warm night here in the Maracana in Brazil. But what we have coming to you tonight will be even hotter. I am Sebastian Copeland, joined at ringside by my regular broadcast partners, Jack Cohen and Cat Connors. And tonight, Jack, we are going to the very limit.

Cohen: It has been a cold winter in WZCW under the rule of the new WZCW Heavyweight Champion; Dr Zeus. But tonight, Theron Daggershield has the opportunity to wrestle Championship back from the clutches of evil and back into the side of light. The deck seems stacked against the former Champion. But one way or another, this all ends tonight!

Connor: What a card we are offering you tonight, ladies and gentlemen. As we say goodbye to 2015 and hello to a new year in WZCW, new Champions may emerge and, as always, anything can happen.

Copeland: So without any further ado, let's get right down to it!

 

[Dave]

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.

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Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing 222 lbs, he is the WZCW King for a Day, "The Unforgettable" Noah Ryder!

Noah walks onto the ramp to cheers, his King for a Day briefcase in one hand, pounding his chest with his free hand. He slaps hands with fans on the way down the ramp, before sliding into the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds both arms above his head, yelling to the crowd.

Connor: So the King for a Day, Noah Ryder, will be looking to capitalize on his Kingdom Come success and pick up yet another pay-per-view victory here tonight.

Cohen: This idiot will probably forget to kick out of a pinfall.

Copeland: Veejay will be no easy task. The former Gold Rush runner up will be looking to right the ship tonight.

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And his opponent, from Bollywood, India, weighing 251 pounds, “The Showbiz Himself” Veejay!

The crowd is a mix of cheers and boos as Veejay makes his way onto the stage. He has his eyes focused on Ryder the entire time down the ramp. He climbs into the ring, removing his jacket to a nice little pop from the crowd.

Copeland: As I said before, Veejay has been on a bit of a downward skid recently. A victory over the King for a Day will certainly right his ship.

Connor: The recent change in his attitude could serve him well as well.

Cohen: I can only hope a meteor hits the stadium right about now.

Referee Katie Shepard checks both men for foreign objects and call for the bell.

*DING! DING! DING!*​

The two men advance to the center of the ring and tie up. They jostle for position. Neither man is able to get an upper hand though, and they separate. They go to tie up again, but Noah slips under and secures a waist lock. He uses it to power Veejay to the ropes and roll him up, but Veejay kicks out before the referee can slide into position. Back on their feet and Noah begins to work Veejay over with some punches and kicks, backing him into the corner. He connects with a couple of punches, softening Veejay up. He then connects with a kick to the head that drops Veejay to the mat, seated in the corner. From there Noah walks to the center of the ring and then runs and connects with a dropkick to the seated Veejay. He pulls him out of the corner and covers him...One!...Two!...Kick out at two by Veejay.

Connor: Hot start by Ryder.

Back on their feet and Ryder swings, but Veejay ducks. From behind he connects with a back body drop. Ryder is quick to his feet, but Veejay connects with a quick kick to the midsection. From there he lifts Ryder in a suplex position, and holds him above his head in an impressive display of strength, before slamming him down to the mat. From there he drops a quick elbow, and then another, then a third before he makes the cover...One!...Two!...Ryder kicks out at two.

Copeland: Impressive turnaround by Veejay.

Veejay lifts Ryder to his feet and begins to chop away at him. The chops echo throughout the arena, as Ryder is backed into the corner. Veejay lifts Ryder onto the second turnbuckle and climbs up to superplex him, but Ryder fights it. He slugs away at Veejay, until Veejay is forced down. Ryder then climbs to the top rope and leaps, but Veejay catches him, then hoists him onto his shoulders and connects with a fireman's carry cutter, The Victory Lap! Veejay hooks the leg...One!...Two!...Three! Veejay has done it.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Veejay!

Connor: So a short but back and forth match, with Veejay coming out on top.

After the referee raises Veejay's hand, Ryder begins to stir and gets to his feet. Veejay extends a hand, and Ryder accepts. The two shake, and Ryder raises the arm of Veejay in victory as the fans cheer.

Cohen: Ugh, sportsmanship. I think I may be sick.

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Dr. Zeus: In you I have faith; fear not my young son
The Phantoms; you can beat them two on one!
Rain down brimstone and fire on their heads
Their bodies left lying in their deathbeds!

Dr. Zeus is pacing the dank room lit only by lanterns on oddly placed shelves around the room. John Doe kneels in the center of the room, his hands folded, simulating prayer. His mask rests in front of him, turned towards him as if they are face-to-face.

John Doe: I do not fear them. In fact, these titles are merely a consolation in the war we are waging. Fallout and I set out to force Ty to unleash the Chaos that dwells within him, and we have done that, and more! We could not foresee El Califa giving up his title, and becoming this new dragon, El Caidos. Nonetheless, these belts have become a part of me, and if Ty and the dragon want them, they will have to kill me first!

John picks up the mask, running his fingers over the bloodstain that he refuses to remove from the face. He places it over his face, as Chastity comes into frame and ties the ropes, tightening the rubber until it forms against John's own skeletal structure. When she's done, she steps back, and John rises to meet the world champion's gaze.

 

[Dave]

Harrys: Ladies and gentleman this tag team contest is set for one fall! And if for the tag team championships!

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As the static lights flash and the pillars of fire burst along the entrance stage El Caidos and Ty Burna emerge through the flames. The crowd gives them a thunderous response as they begin to make their way down the ramp completely focused on the task at hand.

Harrys: Weighing at a combined weight of 415 pounds, Ty Burna and El Caidos Dragon, The Phantoms of Chaos!

Cohen: John Doe must be an incredibly brave man to take on these two alone.

Connor: Something tells me the trinity might have something up their sleeve in terms of tonight.

Copeland: With this stablemates all busy with important contests later tonight you have to wonder who else would be willing to help such an unstable individual. The titles might easy pickings for The Phantoms tonight.

As the Phantoms get to the ring El Caidos jumps over the top rope as Ty slides under the bottom rope. Califa poses in a kneeling position as Ty stands behind him, his arms held out to his sides as the static lights stop and the house lights come back up. As their theme stops playing the two immediately turn their attention to top of the ramp awaiting their opponents.

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As soon as the music hits John Doe exits from under the ring and sneaks up behind the Phantoms. He has one championship belt around his waist and the other in his hand, before the bell even rings Doe immediately smashes the title in the back of Ty’s head! The former world champion goes down in pain as El Caidos notices what happens just in time to duck another belt shot from Doe. Caidos begins delivering right hands to the champion’s face causing him to drop one of his titles. El Caidos then Irish whips him but Doe reverses and Caidos is met with a devastating spinning back fist as he bounces off the ropes. Ty is still wounded from the belt shot but he pops up and begins hammering fists into Doe. The champions nails him with a knee to gut to slow Ty down, he then bounces off the ropes looking to hit a running boot but Ty does the same and nails Doe with an impactful running high knee! The strike sends Doe through the ropes and outside to the room near the announce tables. Ty tells El Caidos to get up and then follows Doe out to cause more damage but the moment he gets to the outside Doe nails him with a low blow! The ref can’t do anything as the match as not started yet and the crowd boos furiously at Doe’s dirty tactics. El Caido gets a running start to hit the Tope Suicida but Doe is able to unwrap the title belt around his waist just in time to nail Caido in the face right in mid-air!

Copeland: This is sickening! Doe couldn’t have even let this match start without an all out underhanded assault!

Cohen: Can you blame him? He’s going up against two top stars, you would do the same thing if you were him Seabass.

El Caidos’ body hits the floor in a thud as he clutches his body and head. Doe notices Ty beginning stir and clocks him in the face with the title belt for good measure. He then takes the TV monitors off the Spanish announce table. He proceeds to pick up Ty and hit him with a Crucifixion right on the announce table! It collapses into pieces as Ty’s lifeless body lays in the wreckage!

Connor: Doe has gone too far! We can’t possibly have a match if the Phantoms can’t even compete!

Doe surveys the damage and gloats in all of the destruction he’s caused as the referees and security guards hold him off as EMT’s rush to ringside to check on Ty and Caidos. Ty has not moved a muscle while Caidos is writhing in pain and incoherent. The EMT’s begin to put Ty on a stretcher while others argue over whether Caidos is critically injured or not. Doe has now made his way inside the ring and is holding up both championship belts almost as if he’s signifying a win to a match that hasn’t started.

Cohen: If the Phantoms can’t compete then Doe will continue to be a tag team champion, by himself no less! What an accomplishment!

Ty is now on a stretcher being pulled up the ramp by EMT’s while El Caidos is being helped up by referees. They attempt to lead him towards the ramp and to the exit but the luchador refuses to leave! Doe begins to notice the ruckus as Caidos implores the referees to leave him be and ring the bell. He clutches his head and slides under the bottom rope against the referee’s and EMT’s orders.

Connor: Is El Caidos going to try go at it alone?

With Ty nowhere in sight El Caidos begins yelling at the referee to start the match and shoving back any EMT’s trying to get him to leave. Eventually the ref tells the EMT’s to back off and tells the time keeper to ring the bell.

DING DING!

Copeland: It looks like we may have a match on our hands after all!

As the bell rings Doe drops his belts and immediately squashes Caidos in the corner. Repeated kicks to gut followed by a corner foot choke hold until the ref forces him off. Doe then Irish whips Caidos into the opposite corner but Caidos bounces off the turnbuckle and hits a head scissors face plant into an Armbar! The ref asks Doe if he wants to tap out but the champion says nothing while he is writhing in pain. Eventually Doe is able to use his pure strength to lift himself and Caidos off the ground and hits a sidewalk slam on Caidos! As both men begin recovering they each eventually get to one knee and start trading shots. Punch after punch, right hand after right hand, until Caidos delivers a hard knife edge chop sending Doe flat on his back. Caidos rolls to the apron and hits a picture perfect springboard leg drop on Doe! He hooks the leg! 1…2…Doe powers out!

Connor: Despite the earlier assault by Doe Caidos seems to be putting up a worthy fight against Doe, the titles could change hands in what essentially has become a one on one contest!

Cohen: The tag titles being contested in a singles match, what is this company coming to…

Caidos wastes no time going for a standing moonsault but Doe is able to get his knees up! The midsection of Caidos crashes onto Doe’s perfectly placed knees and the champion rolls Caidos into a cradle for the pin! 1…2…Caidos kicks out! Doe immediately picks up Caidos and begins delivering repeated knees to Caidos’ gut! He then throws Caidos like a rag doll across the ring as the masked luchador clutches the bottom rope near the turnbuckle. Doe stalks his prey and waits for Caidos to struggle to his feet. He then charges at him but Caidos gets his foot up and Doe eats a boot to the face. While Doe is stunned Caidos gets to the top rope and goes for a hurricanrana…but Doe catches him! He clutches onto Caidos legs and reverses the maneuver into the Iowa cloverleaf! Doe is able to use his strength and drag Caidos to middle of the ring as the luchador screams out in pain. The submission hold is expertly applied as Caidos has nowhere to go. One half of the Phantoms attempts to scratch and claw his way to the ropes but he can’t make it. The fans are attempting to urge him on but the ref is beginning to realize Caidos is fading. He is conflicted whether or not to make the executive call to end the match but at the last second Caidos is able to contort his body and roll through the submission hold! Doe is still holding onto the legs so Caidos gives him a small monkey flip sending Doe crashing onto his back! Doe pops right back up and charges at Caidos only to be met with a rolling liger kick stopping him dead in his tracks! Doe is still stunned and on his feet in the middle of the ring. Caidos gets to the top rope looking for a tornado DDT but as he comes off the top rope Doe meets him with a Mule kick! Both men are down and out!

Connor: This has turned into a stiff and competitive contest, with neither man having much left to continue.

Copeland: I agree Cat, you have to wonder how much longer either man can-wait minute, is that Ty?

The announcers and crowd alike begin look at the top of the ramp as Ty Burna can be seen walking gingerly back down to the ring. He’s clutching his midsection and head in pain but he is slowly making his way down to the action.

Connor: Ty Burna is about to make his way back into this match!

Cohen: Against doctors’ orders! He should have stayed in the back!

Copeland: We may be onto an actual tag match after all!

Cohen: Tag?! This is about to be a damn handicap match!

Ty is able to make it to the apron and urges Caidos to crawl and make the tag. Doe realizing the situation at hand decides he needs to stop that tag or else the tide turns in the Phantoms’ favor. As Caidos is just inches away from the tag Doe dives to stop it but he’s too late, Ty is now the legal man! Despite being injured Ty comes in like a house of fire! He gives Doe repeated rib breakers followed by a running knee drop. Doe attempts to find solace in the corner but Ty instead traps him across the turnbuckle. Ty then delivers a devastating double stomp to the midsection! Ty follows it up with a stomp directly to the back of Doe’s head! He flips him over and makes the pin! 1…2…Doe kicks out! Ty signals for Caidos to get on the top rope. He props Doe up and Caidos leaps for the hurricanrana! He connects and sends Doe into Ty who looks to hit a big boot but Doe catches it! He pulls Ty in for a single arm DDT that almost crushes his skull! As he attempts to go for the cover Caidos immediately breaks up the pin! An injured Caidos does all he can to pound away on Doe but it’s not enough. He tries to go for a spinning head scissors but Doe reverses it into a Sit-Out straight jacket slam! As Caidos is out Doe turns his attention back to Ty who is not attempting to recover on one knee, Doe gets a running start and hits a devastating shining wizard! He hooks the leg! 1…2…Ty kicks out!

Cohen: What is going to take to put either of The Phantoms away?!

Doe begins to pound the mat in frustration. He grabs Ty’s limbs and applies the Baptism by Blood! Ty screams out in pain and is just moments away from tapping until Caidos hits a springboard moonsault breaking up the hold! Caidos instructs Ty to get in position as he heads to the top rope. Ty grabs Doe for the power bomb position and the two deliver a spike powerbomb backbreaker crushing Doe’s backside! Ty hooks the leg! 1…2…Doe kicks out! Both the Phantoms begin to plead with the ref trying to figure out how they didn’t get the win. Soon enough they both refocus themselves as Ty tags in Caidos and then locks Doe in the Straight Jacket Hold. Caidos gets on the top rope once again but as he does so Doe begins trying to wiggle his way out of the hold. He uses his strength to drag Ty with him as he charges toward Caidos who leaps off the top rope and over both men. Ty then lifts up Doe planting him on the top rope. Caidos then leaps onto the opposite turnbuckle, Ty delivers a Straight Jacket suplex off the top rope followed by Caidos hitting the Dragon de Vuelo!


Connor: Chaos reigns, it’s got to be over!

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Copeland: Doe cannot be human! How did he possibly kick out!

The ref, The Phantoms, the announcers, and even the crowd is in complete shock that Doe absorbed that finishing maneuver. Ty and Caidos then lock eyes and Ty hits a double under hook backbreaker right before Caidos comes off the top rope planting both his knees into Doe practically breaking him in half! Caidos hooks the leg with Ty on top of him for good measure!

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Harrys: And here are your winner, and NEEEWWW WZCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, The Phantoms of Chaos!

Copeland: They did it! Despite a sneak attack and the most dangerous John Doe we’ve ever seen the Phantoms are your new tag team champions! Not only that but Ty Burna is now a Grand Slam champion!

Cohen: That's another amazing accomplish by Ty of course but is anyone really surprised? It was a two on one match, and even then it took everything both men had just to keep Doe down for the count.

Connor: Despite a loss John Doe just went toe to toe with two of the best WZCW superstars and not only absorbed everything they threw at him but he almost won! Just think what he can do in a singles match…

Copeland: I’m sure that’s a thought that may begin to cross the minds of many WZCW athletes Cat. Regardless, the Phantoms are your new champs!

Ty and Caidos celebrate in the ring despite being very injured. They clutch their beaten and battered bodies while the ref straps the belts around them. Doe rolls to the outside in pain as well but decides not to cause any more trouble. He locks eyes with the Phantoms as he leaves, the new tag team champions know they were in a war and a silent sign of respect is given.

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Once more, we go backstage to where Johnny Klamour is standing alongside Showtime David Cougar. Showtime is bouncing up and down on the spot as Klamour pats him a few times on the arm. Taking his microphone to his mouth, Johnny seems to want to get down to business as quickly as possible.

Klamour: I am now backstage with one of the most successful Champions, in every sense of the word, that WZCW has ever come to know. Showtime David Cougar! Now, Showtime, I really have to ask you about this match tonight. Facing off against Flex Mussel for your ultimate redemption is going to be a challenge. What does a victory mean to you tonight?

Showtime stops bouncing on the spot for a second as he contemplates Johnny's words. Letting out a deep sigh, Showtime seems tired of the same old story.

Showtime: This whole run through Kingdom Come has been an utter joke, Johnny. I have seen it all and done it all in WZCW. But I haven't seen as big of a joke as Flex Mussel. As I pointed out this past week, it is frankly amazing that Flex has managed to come this far in the world of professional wrestling.

Showtime stops again suddenly.

Showtime: But the joke ends here at Apocalypse. I have sat back and allowed myself to be affected by the first loss since my return. And since then, I haven't been able to achieve the highs that we all know Showtime David Cougar is capable of.

Johnny takes the microphone from Cougar and seeks to ask a question of his own.

Klamour: I don't think anyone can argue that you are capable of much better, Show. But with Flex seemingly so confident that beating you will spell the end of your career, how are you going to go about this match? Just what is your strategy?

Showtime sneers as Klamour poses the question.

Showtime: Strategy, Johnny? My strategy is as it always has been. Flex Mussel has a lot to prove to everyone here tonight. But I've got nothing to prove. The pressure is not on my shoulders, it is on the shoulder of Flex. Like I said, the joke ends here tonight. And as far as strategy goes, I'll do what I always do... Steal the show!

Copeland: Well, ladies and gentlemen. The Hall of Fame superstar; Showtime David Cougar, will have an uphill battle against Flex Mussel momentarily. But he seems more focussed than I have seen him recently.

Cohen: You are right, Seabass. Showtime looks great tonight. Showtime is right, he is one of the most successful superstars that we have ever seen. He has beaten everyone that there is to beat. And mark my words, he will beat Flex Mussel will be added to that list here tonight.

 

[Dave]

Flex can be seen doing jumping jacks backstage and stretching before his match against Showtime. The emotion on his face ranges from confident to nervous. He takes a few deep breaths before heading toward the entrance to the stage.

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*Ding, Ding, Ding*​

The camera pans to Harrys, as he stands stoically in the ring. His hand trembles a little as he holds the microphone.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! In this match, should David Cougar lose, "Showtime" David Cougar will retire!

A silence falls over the arena, as the lights go down.

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The sound of the music pumps up the crowd once more, as Flex makes his way out to the arena. He has a stern look across his face, as he looks to the crowd. They meet Flex with cheers, as his stern look changes to one of conflict. He pauses, almost considering turning around, and leaving the arena. Still, he starts his walk down the aisle, with little acknowledgement to the fans.

Harrys: Introducing first, from Paris, France, weighing 220 pounds, Flex Mussél!

Connor: "I have to be honest here, I have no idea what must be going through Flex's mind. He must feel terrible."

Cohen: "He should feel terrible. If he wins tonight, he'll have taken away Showtime from WZCW."

Copeland: "You can't possibly believe that, Jack."

Cohen: "I absolutely do."

Flex makes it to the ring, to the cheers of the audience. He climbs the top rope, and pulls off his track suit, revealing his amazing frame. He looks to the entrance way, seemingly mulling over his options. He climbs down the turnbuckle corner, and paces in the ring. For a long time, there is an awkward silence. The crowd is completely quiet, clamoring for David Cougar.

Copeland: "You can tell, the tension is very high in this arena, right now. Showtime is a master of the big time match. This has to be the biggest of Flex's career. I dare say, Flex may never perform in a situation with the stakes this high."

Cohen: "I can assure you, the pressure is all on Flex, right now. This match could put Flex on the map. But at what cost?"

The lights go out once more, as the audience screams in unison for WZCW's legend. Flashing lights emit from the crowd, most likely audience members grabbing a picture of the monumental moment. Still, no David Cougar, as the crowd still screams. The lights have not come on yet, as the crowd eagerly anticipates Showtime's arrival. Nothing. The screams of approval turn to cries of desperation. The screams finally give way to murmurs.

Connor: "Ladies and gentlemen, we....we have no idea what's going on. Showtime was here, earlier this afternoon. We know Showtime is in the building.

The cameras continue to pan to the entrance way, as the beginning chords to Diamond Eyes play. As the chords play, the tron shows Showtime, warming up in a completely dark room. He stops, and looks at the tron, to face the audience. His lips do not move, but his eyes tell the story. A stoic Showtime looks out to the crowd,as a voiceover begins to play in the background.

"This has been my life, played out before your very eyes. This, my friends, is the show I've always wanted to give you."

Showtime's face dissipates to the image of Meltdown 19, with David Cougar eating a Swallow Kick from Chief Anoki.

"It started from humble beginnings, as most shows do. The pilot; you learn what the show is all about, but never knowing what it's true potential was."

The camera pans to Showtime in the ring with Ace David and Big Dave. Dave and Showtime fight one another, over the tag team titles.

"The first story. Rough, as you'd imagine. The writer really gets the feel for what the show will become. But he knows he has some very talented stars to work with.

Big Dave can be seen in the crowd, in the front row. Dave gives a smile, and a knowing nod. The camera pans then to the tron, where we see scenes of Civil Resolution II. Showtime locks in the Commercial Break on Chief Anoki, forcing him to submit.

"Sometimes, the show catches the mistakes early, and the writer can correct his mistakes."

Showtime is shown using the Mayhem title to attack Milenko, bashing him in the head with the title belt.

"And even when the writer learns, he still faces stiff competition. The kind of competition that forces the writer to make a better show."

We see Ty Burna, Drake Callahan, and David Cougar laying in the ring. The Eurasian title is draped across Drake, while Ty is given the Mayhem championship. Showtime is left with nothing, but his own defeat.

"But every good writer finds his niche. And they begin to taste the greatness they know is inside them."

We see a clip of Showtime hitting the C4 off the top rope on Drake Callahan. This dissipates to Drake holding the Eurasian championship.

"And eventually, that greatness is rewarded."

The scene flips back to the Lethal Lottery;

Connor: Dave is going to send Showtime through the ring if he hits this! Showtime's career could be in jeopardy with this attack!

Showtime tries struggling out of the carry but Dave holds him firm. Showtime panics and gets a thumb into Dave's eye. Dave let's go and Showtime gets behind Dave on the turnbuckle. Dave sits down on the turnbuckle, his hand over his eye as Showtime carefully walks onto the ropes. Dave slowly gets his vision back and stands back on the turnbuckle. Showtime suddenly jumps forward and hits a huge Enziguri, sending both men off the turnbuckle to the outside! Showtime frantically reaches out and gets one hand on the middle rope, sending his body crashing hard into the side of the ring, his feet mere inches from the ground as Dave lands back first onto the outside mat.

Harrys: Here is your winner of the Lethal Lottery, and the man going onto Kingdom Come to face Ty Burna for the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship, Showtime Cougar!

The camera focuses back to Cohen, Copeland, and Connor. Cohen and Copeland look to Connor, who gives a small smile. She looks down at her notes, and nods her head approvingly.

"And as the reviews pour in, so does the acclaim."

The clip focuses in on Showtime holding the WZCW World Title at Kingdom Come V. Showtime holds the belt in his lap, as Steven Holmes lays unconscious in the ring.

Connor: Showtime has done it, ladies and gentlemen... he has become the World champion again, an unprecedented three-time World Heavyweight Champion and he has finally won in the main event of Kingdom Come! Showtime has accomplished one of the last few things he has left to achieve in WZCW and has broken a new record.

Copeland: What could have been a potentially career-threatening move to Showtime has resulted in him winning the biggest match at the biggest stage ever in WZCW. What a way to finish the show, congratulations to Showtime Cougar for winning tonight... and I think Jack Cohen is speechless!

Even Jack Cohen can't contain his emotions at this, as he starts to well up the tiniest bit.

"But even with all the accolades, all the awards; a show only stays around, because of its audience. The writer needs the people to choose the show. Otherwise, the show goes away forever. The audience stays with the show, through everything. Through the highs,"

A clip of Showtime winning his first WZCW Title is shown, as is a clip of Showtime with The Elite.

"And the lows."

A clip of Showtime losing the WZCW World Heavyweight Title to Barbosa is shown, along with Showtime's head in his hands, at the end result of Kingdom Come 7.

"The viewers still stay, because they know the show did its best, every night, to entertain them. Everything ever done was for them. We give our lives, our very core of who we are, just for the viewers. And in turn, the writer is eternally grateful."

Clips of Showtime hugging fans as he walks down the aisle are shown. The camera pans to fans holding signs, in support of Showtime.

"All shows, in time, get cancelled. All shows have to end. There is no show that is immune to the hands of Father Time. But tonight, the show must continue. The show will go on."

The crowd cheers this, as smoke starts to fill the entrance way.

"I'm on the front line, don't worry, I'll be fine."

The tron cuts back the dark room, in which David Cougar is finished warming up. Finally, his lips move, as he states, firmly.

"The story is just beginning."

The crowd pops, as David walks away from sight. The opening strings to "Ladies and Gentlemen" cue up, as over the arena, the scream of "It's Showtime!" reverberates.

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The crowd can't help but cheer, as the smoke clears, and David Cougar walks out to the arena. He takes a moment to soak in the audiences approval, something he had not heard of very much in the past weeks.

Harrys: His opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in 220 pounds! He is a three time WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, and a WZCW Hall of Famer! This is Showtime!

Copeland: "It...it feels so weird to say this may be Showtime's last match."

Cohen: "I would bet that it isn't."

The camera pans to the announcing team again, as Connor looks to Jack with an inquisitive look.

Connor: "You'd bet, or you'd hope?"

Jack gives an exasperated sigh, as he looks to his partner. Even he can't keep up his rough exterior.

Cohen: "Both, Cat. Both."

As Showtime enters the ring, pyro goes off, both at the entrance stage and also in the ring. He poses in the ring, as Flex looks on with determination. Fireworks go off around the ring, as Showtime soaks up the adulation of the fans. He takes off his jacket, and turns towards Flex. Flex seems extremely torn on this situation, but keeps his gaze on Showtime. The two come to the center of the ring, ready to start. Referee Jun Akiyama, normally the man that takes the main event, has been assigned to this match. He brings the two competitors together, and comprehensively goes over the rules. When he has finished, he asks for the bell to be rung. The crowd is deathly silent, as the bell sounds.

*Ding, Ding, Ding*​

Silence. No movement, from either men. The crowd starts to get antsy, and the crowd starts to pick up. The noise starts to move all across the arena, as a steady stream of chants starts to pick up.

Let's go Showtime!

Let's go Flex!.​

In little splotches of the arena, the chants pick up. Growing in size, as the two start to speak to one another in the ring.

Let's go Showtime!

Let's go Flex!
​

Louder now, as the words between Flex and Showtime turn angrier. They start to scream at one another, though now the arena is so loud, the two can't be heard.

Let's go Showtime!

Let's go Flex!​

The sound is deafening, as the whole arena starts to shake. Now, the chants seem to merge with one another, a split crowd just chanting. The chants more become amorphous noise, as the audience's volume picks up even louder.

Let's go Showtime! Let's go Flex! Let's go Showtime! Let's go Flex! Let's go Showtime! Let's go Flex!​

Flex extends his hand out to Showtime, an offering of peace. Showtime looks to his hand, eyebrow raised. He screams for Showtime to take his hand. He screams that he'll walk away. Already, it seems that Flex's eyes are a little glassy. Over the raucous chants, Flex can be heard screaming,

"I didn't want for this! I didn't want for this!"​

Showtime looks to the hand, and instead slaps Flex in the face. This sends Flex reeling, as Showtime continues with the offensive. He punches Flex in the face, and then gives another. But Flex returns with a European uppercut, which sends Showtime reeling, as well. The trade off blows, Showtime with a punch!

Yay!

Flex returning with an uppercut!

Yay!

Showtime with another blow!

Yay!

Flex with a vicious uppercut!

Yay!

Showtime, undaunted, fires a blow with all of his might!

Yay!

Flex is rattled, but throws his entire body into an uppercut!

Yay!

Flex hits another!

Yay!

Flex is in control, as he hits another uppercut.

Yay!

This backs Showtime into the ropes, which allows for Flex to toss Showtime with an irish whip. On the rebound, Flex throws Showtime high up into the air, with all his might. This magnificent toss sends Showtime flying seven, eight feet in the air. But as it does, Flex prepares for one last vicious uppercut.

Copeland: "If Flex hits this, the match may be already over!"

But as Showtime falls to the ground, Flex backs away. He can't unload the uppercut, and instead walks away from Showtime. He backs up four or five feet, just watching as Showtime falls. But Showtime manages to land on his feet. Flex's moment of hesitation may have cost him, as Showtime delivers a hellacious superkick, which sends Flex to the mat. Showtime quickly scampers over for the cover! 1...2...just two!

Connor: "Flex almost paid dearly for his hesitation!"

Cohen: "You'd better not give Showtime any room to breathe! He knows the stakes!"

Flex makes it to his hands and knees, to shake the cobwebs out of his head. He crawls away from Showtime, who has taken this time to get on the offensive. He stomps on the hands of Flex, as Flex crawls away. Flex screams out in agony, as the crowd boos Showtime. Showtime gets into the face of Flex.

Showtime: "You want to retire me?! I am a legend! You will never be what I am!"

The crowd boos, but this seems to have incited an anger in Flex. He makes to his feet, and delivers an elbow right into the stomach of Showtime. Showtime holds his stomach, doubling over in pain. As he does, Flex makes it to his feet, and sets Showtime up for a gutwrench suplex! He tosses Showtime effortlessly over his head, as Showtime splatters across the mat. He holds his back in agony, as Flex stalks the hall of famer. He throws an elbow into the back of Showtime, and then another one. Showtime writhes in pain, as Flex has now been incensed.

Copeland: "If Flex continues to bring this kind of aggression to the match, he can beat anyone."

Cohen: "I don't know, the thought of retiring a legend should be weighing down his ability to go full throttle!"

Showtime makes it to his hands and knees again, as Flex prepares for another gutwrench toss. He holds up Showtime high in the air, trying to find a good place to toss him. But Showtime is able to wiggle free of the gutwrench, and has positioned himself to have his legs around Flex's head. He hits a hurricanrana, and is able to hook one leg. Akiyama rushes over to count. 1....2...no, just two! The crowd cheers, as Flex and Showtime look to one another, heavily breathing. They both get to their feet at the same time, and begin to circle each other once more. Showtime knees Flex in the stomach, and it's enough time to allow Showtime to get to Flex's arm. Showtime wrenches on the arm, twirling as he applies all the pressure on Flex. He jumps once or twice, to place all the pressure on Flex's shoulder. Finally, he snaps Flex down into an arm bar on the mat, and lifts the arm high above the mat. Jun goes down to see if Flex gives up, but he refuses. He screams in agony, as Showtime places all of his weight on Flex's back. Flex reaches for the ropes, but they are right in the middle of the ring. Akiyama asks if Flex gives up once more, but Flex shakes his head violently. The crowd starts to clap, to support Flex.

*Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap*​

They start to stomp their feet as well, in the manner of the opening bars of "We Will Rock You". This summons up strength for Flex, as he powers up to his knees. Showtime wrenches on the arm more, but Flex has already made it to his knees. He gets to one foot, and actually holds Showtime high in the air with one arm! Showtime refuses to let go of the arm, as the crowd cheers for Flex. He holds Showtime up high, and finally slams him down one arm, to the roaring approval of the crowd. He goes for a cover, and Akiyama slides down to count the fall. 1...2....Just two! The audience collectively gasps, as Showtime gets a shoulder off of the mat. Flex looks incredulous, as Showtime rolls out of the ring, to catch a breather.

Cohen: "What a smart move. Go out and catch a breather!"

Connor: "But Showtime better be careful, to not get counted out!"

Akiyama goes to start his count. 1...2...3... Flex slides outside, to meet Showtime. Akiyama is forced to restart his count. 1...2.... Flex hits another uppercut on Showtime, but is met with a knife edge chop to the chest. The crowd cheers on Showtime, as he sets Flex's back to the ring apron. 3...4... the count continues, as Showtime hits another chop to the chest of Flex. He measures the situation, and drags Flex out from the apron area. He places Flex's head between his legs, and signals for a piledriver outside the ring.

Connor: "Oh come on, Showtime. Don't do this!"

Cohen: "Why not? His career is still on the line!"

Akiyama gets louder in his count. 5.... But Flex backbody drops Showtime onto the floor, and Showtime writhes in agony once more! 6....7... Flex makes it from his hands in feet to roll back into the ring. Akiyama continues his count, as Showtime seems to be in no ability to make it back to the ring. The crowd cheer for Showtime to make it to his feet, but to no avail. He writhes in pain, as Akiyama continues his count. 8....9...

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But before Akiyama can count to ten, Flex rolls out of the ring, forcing for Akiyama to restart the count! The crowd cheers, as Flex picks up Showtime by the hair.

Copeland: "Flex had the match won! There was no way Showtime was making the count!"


Connor: "Flex didn't want it that way! He wanted to earn this win!"

Cohen: "What a moron!"

Flex pulled up Cougar by the hair, but Showtime catapulted Flex right into the turnbuckle! Flex's arm and shoulder hit the unforgiving steel, as Showtime leans on the apron for support. Akiyama continues his count 1...2... Showtime takes the chance to ram Showtime's arm into the steel once more, and then a third time! This causes an immense amount of pain to Flex, as he screams out in agony. Showtime rolls Flex back into the ring, and continues with knees into the arm of Flex.

Cohen: "A brilliant strategy! Attack the arm, and take away Flex's power!"

Showtime connects with a well timed clothesline, onto the extended arm of Flex. He connects with another, as Flex's arm is clearly in pain. Showtime has the wherewithal to attach an arm bar. He locks his legs around Flex's arm, and starts to wrench on the arm. Flex screams out in pain, as he tries to inch towards the ropes. But he's in the center of the ring, and can't make it towards the rope. Flex has no choice, but to try and reverse the hold. He tries to make it to his knees, but Showtime kicks him back down to the mat. The crowd starts to really rally for Flex, going wild for him.

Let's go Flex! Let's go Flex! Let's go Flex!​

The crowd comes unhinged, as Flex makes it to a knee again. He locks up his arms, and stacks up Showtime for a pinfall. Akiyama counts 1...2... Just two! But Flex's strength allows him to keep Showtime in the lock.
He lifts up Showtime, and drops him with a variation of a power bomb! Showtime's head hits the mat, as Flex goes for a cover!1....2....just two! Showtime kicks out within an inch of Jun's hand going down. Flex can't believe Showtime has kicked out. He holds his head in his hands, and stays seated, thinking of what to do next. He pulls up Showtime up again, and positions him for a vertical suplex. As he does, he holds Showtime high in the air. But his arm gives out to the pain, and Showtime capitalizes, landing on his feet behind Flex. He hits the Ratings Crash, a reverse DDT which causes Flex to land headfirst into the mat. Showtime scampers over to get a quick cover. 1....2....thr, no he only got two!

Showtime lays on the mat, fatigued at the limits Flex has pushed him to. He makes to his knees, and looks down at his opponent. He slaps him on the head, as Showtime makes it to his feet. He slaps him again, this time with more anger in his eyes. He allows for Flex to get back up again, and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. But Flex reverses it, and Showtime crashes back first into the turnbuckle! Flex meets him with a European uppercut, which takes Showtime back even more. Showtime stumbles out of the corner, and Flex grabs Showtime for the torture rack! He walks him over to the middle of the ring, and starts to jump, causing pressure on Showtime's back!

Connor: "Flex has the rack in the center of the ring! There's no way he's getting out of this!"


Showtime screams in pain, as Flex places even more pressure on the back. But Flex's arm seems to not be able to handle the pain. His arm starts to give more and lose his grip on Showtime's left leg. This allows for Showtime to slip away, and again land on his feet. He goes for a side effect, but Flex elbows him in the face, instead turning the side effect into a t-bone suplex! He scampers over quickly for the cover, pulling a single arm over Showtime. 1....2....Just two! The crowd can't help but cheer at this, while Flex looks immensely frustrated in the ring. He sits in the ring, and rocks a bit, as he decides his next move. His eyes turn upwards, as he looks at the turnbuckle post. He makes it to his feet, still holding on to his arm. He winces in pain, as he goes to climb out of the ring, to the top turnbuckle.

Copeland: "Flex really isn't much of a high flyer, at all."

Cohen: "When you're in a match this meaningful, you need to consider things you wouldn't have before."

Flex lingers on the middle rope, favoring the arm which has already sustained a good amount of damage. He hobbles to the top, looking for a move to put away Showtime. But Showtime is up on his feet, looking to stop Flex dead in his tracks! He walks up to the top rope, and meets Flex with punches. The two trade off blows, as both teeter on the top rope. With the crowd cheering haughtily for both men, they swing away at one another, looking to throw off the other. With every jab by Showtime, Flex meets him with an uppercut of his own. The crowd gasps, as Flex looks to have taken control, and Showtime wobbles on the top rope. But as he's about to fall off the top turnbuckle, he latches on to Flex, and grabs a hold of him. He then brings Flex with him, and in an act of desperation, attempts The Final Act! He flips through the air with Flex, gracefully flipping through on a C4 off the top rope! Both hit the canvas with an authoritative thud, as both lay motionless in the ring! The crowd explodes at such an unbelievable save by Showtime, managing to send Flex flying in the face of certain defeat. With both men laying motionless, Akiyama has no other option but to start his ten count. 1...2.....3.... The count continues, as Flex and Showtime barely stir.

Connor: "What an amazing display by Showtime, an amazing Final Act!"

Cohen: "And all for naught, if Showtime can't make it back up!"

4....5.....6.... The crowd begins to get anxious again, as both men have barely moved. Showtime seems able to crawl, but Flex is too far away to pin. Flex has moved his arms and legs a little, but otherwise remains motionless. The crowd starts to clap once more.

*Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap*​

They stomp their feet again, begging for either man to get up. Showtime has made it to his knees, and starts to crawl to Flex. 7.....8...... Showtime finally crawls over to Flex, and Jun falls down for the cover. 1....2....3, no not three! Flex kicked out! He just kicked out! The crowd loses it, as Flex manages to get one shoulder barely up.

Connor: "How in the hell did Flex kick out of that?! It was a C4 from the top rope!"

Copeland: "This match has to mean so much to Flex; it is the chance to prove to everyone, and himself, that he really does belong!"

Showtime shakes his head, as he looks to Akiyama. He doesn't even bother to complain. He knows that Flex kicked out, and that this match is not over yet. He crawls to his hands and knees again, and crawls to Flex's legs. Wearily, he grabs the legs of Flex, and folds them in the position of the Commercial Break! He starts to walk over Flex's head for the Texas Cloverleaf, but Flex won't allow it! He fights, bridging his head to make sure Showtime can't step over him! With his powerful legs, he manages to kick Showtime out of the hold! Showtime goes careening into the turnbuckles again, hitting back first into the corner. He holds his back as he gets out of the corner, but walks right into a Flex-Decapitator! Flex connects with a vicious discus clothesline, that sends Showtime down to the mat! The crowd explodes, as Flex falls to his stomach. Showtime lays motionless in the ring, as Flex crawls over to cover him. Flex slides in to make the cover.

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1.....2.....Flex picks Showtime up! Showtime is motionless, but Flex picks Showtime's shoulders up, by pulling him up from the mat! The crowd gasps, and goes silent for this act. Jun Akiyama looks completely confused, as he looks to Flex. Flex looks around, seemingly glassy eyed. He holds Showtime's head in his hands, and looks down at the limp Hall of Famer. His eyes start to well, as he looks down on the legend.

Copeland: "What...what is Flex doing?"

Cohen: "Can't you see?! He can't pull the trigger! Flex can't retire the legend!"

Flex backs away, eyes still welling with tears. Akiyama asks Flex if he s ok, and Flex nods his head. He stalks Showtime, who seems to be barely cognizant. He dazily makes it to his hands and knees, and can barely push himself to his feet. Showtime looks out on his feet, as he uses the ropes to help support himself. Flex looks on, but refuses to attack. A pause, as the crowd is still silent, save for a few murmurs. Flex walks towards Showtime, and applies a very loose bear hug. There seems to be no pressure on the hold, but given Flex's strength, and Showtime's fatigue, there's very little Showtime does to break the hold. Still, Flex just holds him there, not looking to release the grip.

Cohen: "Now wha....what the hell?"

Connor: "This...this doesn't look like that effective a hold..."

For Flex, the tears begin. He holds on to Showtime, and even as Akiyama acknowledges Flex to either fully apply the bear hug or let go, he refuses. Showtime seems to be waking up more, and attempts to break the grip. But Flex is so strong, he just can't break the grip. Showtime attacks the lock, and still nothing. He tries to move his hips out of the hold, and still nothing. Flex has locked on, and has refused to break the grip. But he also is holding a very delicate pressure on Showtime.

Copeland: "He's....he's not placing any pressure at all..."

The crowd continues to murmur, as Flex looks to hide his face from Showtime, and the camera. A camera at ringside can tell the entire story; Flex is crying. Just one look can show tears streaming from Flex's face, as he holds on to Showtime. Showtime is full awake, and is screaming at Flex.

"Finish it!"

Flex is startled by this, as he looks at Showtime.

"Finish the match!"

He slaps Flex in the face, as the entire crowd gasps. "Finish the goddamn match!" Again, another vicious slap. Still, no breaking of the grip. Showtime attempts a feeble headbutt. Again, no breaking of the grip. Another headbutt from Showtime, and still nothing. "What are you waiting for?!" Showtime unleashes a barrage of slaps. One after another, to get Flex to release the hold. Flex still seems to be in tears, but is able to hold them back, Showtime screams once more, "Finish the match!" Flex looks to Showtime again, and looks down at the mat. His body is shaking, as Flex finally releases the hold. He pushes Showtime back into the ropes, and Showtime bounces back to him. With his eyes still cast to the mat, Flex unleashes another vicious Flex Decapitator, and sends Showtime down to the mat with a thud. The crowd explodes, and counts along with Jun Akiyama. 1.....2......3!

*Ding, Ding, Ding*​

The audience can't help but pop at Flex's victory, as he crumples to the mat in a heap. He sits in the ring, torn by what he has done. Jun Akiyama goes to raise his hand, as Flex's music plays.

Harrys: The winner of this match...Flex Mussél!

Flex takes his hand, and shrugs it away from Jun. He sidles over to Showtime, and sits next to him. He can be seen saying...something to Showtime. The camera can't pick up the sound, but tries to move around to read Flex's lips. The camera shakes, as it finally reaches Flex's face. By the time the camera has made it around the ring, though, Flex has finished. He rolls out of the ring, and wearily walks up the aisle. He raises his fist, both for the audience and Showtime. The crowd cheers for Flex, as his eyes still seem rather glassy. He disappears back through the curtain, as Showtime is barely gaining his wits about him. He lays in the ring, as the music has stopped playing. A hushed murmur falls over the audience again, at the realization of what all this means.

 

[Dave]

Showtime sits in the ring, and looks to Akiyama. His eyes dart around the entire arena, as the hushed murmur starts to turn to a clap. The audience all rises, for a standing applause, as it's now Showtime's turn for his eyes to become glassy. The crowd starts to become a little more vocal, and slowly, a chant starts to pick up;

Thank you Showtime! Thank you Showtime!​

Showtime uses the ropes to get to his feet. He refuses help from Jun, as he rises all by himself. Still a little loopy, he walks around the ring, clapping for the fans. He can be seen mouthing "Thank you" to the fans.

Copeland: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, Flex has won the match. But unfortunately, this means....this mean the end of the line for Showtime.

Connor: "I can't believe this..."

The commentary team looks on sullenly, as Connor and Copeland look completely taken aback by this. Cohen, on the other hand, openly weeps. He can offer nothing; no witty retort, not even a joke at Showtime's expense. He simply weeps. The camera pans back to Showtime, who is blowing kisses to the audience. He climbs the second rope, and points to the crowd. The chant starts to pick up more.

Thank you Showtime! Thank you Showtime!​

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The lights go out, as the crowd starts to become even more electric.

Copeland: "Wait, what? What is this? Guys, this isn't....This doesn't seem the right time for this..."

As the lights come up, Showtime is now face to face with his greatest rival, Ty Burna. The two stare each other down, as a tension fills the air. They stare each other down, with Showtime clearly exhausted. Ty looks to Showtime, and slowly offers a hand; a sign of respect, that is very rare for Ty Burna. Showtime takes him by the hand, and they shake hands, to a thunderous reaction from the crowd. Ty raises an exhausted Showtime's hand, and walks him to all four sides of the ring, for all to see. When they are done with this, Ty Burna's eyes glow a tiny hint of red. As they do, a smile forms on his face, just as rare as his show of respect. He points to the entrance way, and beckons for something.

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At the end of the guitar riff, Ace David walks out onto the aisle, and Big Dave jumps the barricade to come into the ring. The crowd goes insane, as Full House Daves are reunited. Showtime gives a wan smile, as Big Dave is the first one to embrace Showtime. Ace David is close to follow, as he climbs through the ropes, and joins in the big group hug between Dave and Showtime. They embrace for some time, as the crowd cheers on the embrace.

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As soon as the music hits, TM walks out to the entrance way, to a massive explosion. Showtime laughs, and everyone in the ring, even Ty, seems taken aback by this. The crowd begins to chant, "Holy Shit", at the sight of TM in a WZCW ring.

Connor: "My God, TM, even he's arrived for this special moment."

TM walks into the ring, and shakes hands with his former partner. The two joke with another, and Showtime can be seen laughing as loud as he ever could.

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The familiar tones of Beethoven echo through the arena, as Steven Holmes, cane and all. Though he keeps a pompous nature, a bit of pride gleams from his eyes. He walks over to the left of the tron, though, and beckons for another.

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The crowd explodes, as Kurtesy, himself sporting a cane, makes his way next to his former tag team partner, Steven Holmes. The crowd explode, as they touch their canes, and look on with pride at their colleague, Showtime. They hobble down to the ringside area, and Showtime seems immensely pleased to see them both. Kurtesy outright hugs Showtime, not minding his cane in the slightest. This causes him to wince in pain, which he then laughs off. Showtime and the man he beat for his first world title share a moment together, before Showtime turns to Steven Holmes. Holmes, a little more proud, extends his hand. Showtime takes him in for a hug, as well, as the two former world champions embrace. A chant starts to break out among the fans;

Where's Doug Crashin? *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* Where's Doug Crashin? *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

Everyone in the ring has a good laugh about this. Ty rolls his eyes at this, and shakes hands with Big Dave and Ace.

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Copeland: "No way!"

Drake Callahan saunters to the ring, and gets an ovation from the audience.

Connor: "I thought he went to prison!"

Drake takes in the crowd's approval before getting into the ring. He slides in and shakes hands with Showtime, who grabs the nape of his neck and brings him in for a hug. Callahan's sunglasses fail to reveal his eyes, but Drake seems to be legitimately shaken. He smiles, and whispers something to Showtime.

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Ricky Runn rushes out to the entrance way, as Austin Reynolds follows soon thereafter. The crowd explodes in seeing the two back together, and Austin in a WZCW arena. Ricky rushes to the ring to hug Showtime, while Austin makes his way down at a more conservative pace. Ricky shakes hands with everyone in the ring, as Austin and Showtime hug, patting each other on the shoulder as they meet.

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Everest stoically makes his way to the ring, as Showtime seems to be overflowing with emotion. Tears well up in his eyes, as Big Dave gives him a pat on the shoulder. Everest makes his way in, as he shakes Showtime's hand. They have an exchange, and Everest can be heard saying "we are all so proud." The crowd begins to get even more raucous,

Thank you Showtime! *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* Thank you Showtime! *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* Thank you Showtime! *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*​

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The place comes unglued once more, as Showtime's old tag partner makes his way to the ring. Stan Rogers, who no one in particular knows his actual age, looks as young as ever. He rushes down to the ring, as Showtime looks on in amazement as his old partner makes it down to the ring. They share a warm hug, and Showtime can't believe his eyes. Ty nods his head, as Stan lets out a heart laugh. Knowing that the camera is on them, Showtime poses in front of Stan, one more time. Stan pushes him out of the frame, as they giggle.

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The crowd actually boos now, as Constantine power walks his way to the ring. Showtime's look of pure happiness is erased, as he watches Constantine make his way to the ring.

Copeland: "Oh God, Constantine, not now. Any other time, but just not now."

Cohen: "Even I have to admit this isn't the time or place..."

Constantine has made it to the ring. He nods at all of the former champions, that surround he and Showtime. They all look warily at him; Ty's eyes begin to glow a little, as everyone in the ring seems prepared to step in between Showtime and Constantine. Showtime looks wary himself, as Constantine measures the Hall of Famer. Showtime still seems tired after what was a grueling match, and is clearly in no ability to defend himself. He offers a hand to Constantine, a sign of peace. Constantine looks at this hand, and analyzes it. He looks into the eyes of Showtime, and gives a hug, to the the surprise of the audience. They cheer at this, as Constantine, dressed in his finest suit, offers a warm embrace to Showtime. The fans explode, as Connor, Copeland, and Cohen, all stand up from their table, and offer a round of applause. Cohen in particular can be seen running tears from his eyes, as Constantine and Showtime hug in the middle of the ring. After the hug, Constantine signals for another entry to the parade. The entire roster of WZCW makes its way out to the arena, to stand on the entrance way. The camera can pick up people like Vee, Mikey Stormrage, Matt Tastic, and Flex standing at the forefront. A further look shows that names like Logan McAllistair and Veejay are in the back, applauding the Hall of Famer. Even men like Abel Hunnicutt, Kagura Daikonran, and John Doe can be seen applauding Showtime. The audience matches in kind, offering Showtime one more standing ovation. Again, the chant picks up.

Thank you Showtime! *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* Thank you Showtime! *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* Thank you Showtime! *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*​

This becomes too much for Showtime, who now openly weeps. He raises his hands to the audience, and mouths "I love you all." The congregation of former title holders all file out of the ring, with Kurtesy and Holmes clearing the ropes for Showtime. Drake, Big Dave, TM, Reynolds, Runn and Ace David all make their way outside, as they form a line. Showtime makes his way out of the ring with them, but Ty stops him before he starts to walk up the aisle. He pulls him by the shoulder, and commands all that are capable to lift Showtime on their shoulders. They all do, as the roster cheers on the Hall of Famer. But as the congregation marches up the ramp, Ty Burna stops them one last time. He beckons one last time to the entrance way, and Showtime looks around, wondering what is to come next.

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Titus makes his way out to the entrance way. The crowd aren't sure what to make of this again, as Titus has been acting out of his nature recently. He stops at the top of the entrance way, and looks at the superstars. He notes one in particular; Dr. Zeus, who is wearing the WZCW World Heavyweight Title on his waist. Titus walks through the sea of wrestlers, to get to Dr. Zeus. The music stops, as the wrestlers move away from Titus and Zeus. They look one another in the eye, and Zeus knowingly nods his head. He unbuckles the belt, and offers it to Titus, who gives a reassuring smile. Titus walks down to Showtime, belt in hand. He stops at Showtime, and looks down to ponder the belt. The crowd is in a hushed murmur, as Titus hands the title to Showtime. Showtime is let down from the shoulders of the legends that surround him. Showtime accepts the championship belt, as Titus and Showtime hug in the middle of the aisle, to a monstrous pop. The arena is extremely loud, as confetti falls from the arena, and fireworks go off in the rafters. Titus and Showtime hug, as Titus places the belt on Showtime's shoulder. The two walk up the ramp together, friendly conversing with each other, as everyone that surrounds them claps. The crowd gives one last standing ovation, and one last time, offer their eternal gratitude.

Thank you Showtime! *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* Thank you Showtime! *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap* Thank you Showtime! *Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*​

Showtime and Titus raise their arms together as they make the top of the entrance way. Titus raises the hand of Showtime, as Showtime mouths "goodbye" one more time. Showtime's music plays, as Showtime and Titus exit the curtain, together, and the camera fades to black.

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We go backstage to where Eve Taylor can be seen standing next to Leon Kensworth in front of a WZCW logo. The Elite Openweight Champion seems very confident tonight and is already sporting a massive smile as Leon gets the cue to start asking her questions.

Kensworth: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now is the Elite Openweight Champion as she prepares for her massive match against Garth Black momentarily. And I guess I have to start with what happened on Meltdown, Eve. As you know, Garth Black was attacked-

The expression on Eve's face changes as Leon is stopped in his tracks.

Taylor: What do you mean as you know? You think that I had something to do with Garth Black being attacked on Meltdown, Leon? Me, of all people. Like I would really put myself out there to do something like that when I don't have to.

Leon fires another question towards the Elite Openweight Champion.

Kensworth: Well, how do you explain him mentioning you by name after the attack?

Eve looks stunned by Leon's questions but doesn't lose her composure; instead firing back with a question of her own.

Taylor: How the Hell should I know, Leon? Let's not forget that Noah Ryder was the one who was most annoyed with him for interrupting our match. Maybe he did it and Garth made the most of the situation. Well, only thing is clear anyway. Garth has managed to frame me for the attack and the result is the Championship defence here tonight. Let me tell you something, Leon. Garth may have wanted this match all along but he will fall victim to the most beautiful face in WZCW like all the rest.

Suddenly, a sweaty Noah Ryder rounds the corner and straight through the shot of the Elite Openweight Champion. Eve looks furious and immediately calls after him.

Taylor: Hey, Idiot! Can you not see that we are filming here?

With that, Ryder turns around and flashes his KFAD briefcase in the face of the Champion with a smile upon his glossy features. Eve allows a disgusted look to creep onto her face as she turns from Ryder and storms off. Ryder continues to smile wryly as Eve marches away from him.

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Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WZCW Elite Openweight Championship!

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Introducing first, the challenger, from The Last Chance Saloon, weighing in at 15 stone, Garth Black!

The crowd is a mixture of cheers and boos as Black makes his way onto the stage. He tosses his water bottle into the stands before he walks to the ring with purpose. He is wearing a Neymar Brazilian National Team jersey. He slides into the ring and takes off the jersey and stretches on the ropes.

Copeland: Black has had an attitude change in recent weeks that has lost him some fans, but it no doubt has turned him into a more competent competitor.

Cohen: And rightfully so. You should never pander to these morons.

Connor: But why sell your soul to gain the world?

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And his opponent, making her way down the runway, from Milan, Italy; she is the WZCW Openweight Champion, "The Fabulous" Eve Taylor!

The crowd is all boos as Eve makes her way onto the stage. A single spotlight shines on her as she makes her way down the ramp, her championship belt strapped elegantly around her waist. She fakes out a young fan in the front row with a high five, laughing as the fan looks dejected. She stylishly makes her way into the ring and holds her title high above her head in Garth's face.

Copeland: Eve has held her title for some time now, and she obviously will be looking to keep it tonight.

Connor: Eve has never been, excuse the pun, a model for the young children, but that move on the way to the ring was low ever for Eve.

Cohen: I for one admire the way Eve carries herself. She is a true champion.

*DING! DING! DING!*​

As referee Keith Morse calls for the bell, the two competitors circle each other cautiously. Garth takes a few steps in and narrowly avoids a surprise High Heel Kick from Eve. Garth takes advantage of the missed move to tie up. He works a wrist lock, using it to flip Eve over, to a seated position, where he begins to stretch the arm. Eve uses her long legs to bridge, and break the hold, but Garth is quick to tie her up again. They fight for position, but Garth is able to secure a side headlock. Eve shows impressive strength and slams Garth with a back suplex from the position though. She quickly makes a cover, but Garth kicks out before the referee gets to position. The two trade a couple of punches before Eve covers up and ties Garth up, working for securing a hammerlock. Garth gets to the ropes, to break the hold, but Eve is quick to get back into attack position. She gets an underhook and grabs the opposite wrist. She attempts a trap takedown, but Garth is able to circle away. Eve is quick to take control with a rear waistlock though, and takes Garth down. The challenger gets to a seated position and then stands, but Eve keeps her hold tight. Black is able to then break Eve's grip, but makes sure to secure an arm and works to a standing arm wringer. He twists the arm and takes Eve down, slamming the arm over his knee before he works an armbar. Eve rolls around to break the armbar and before the two are able to get on their feet, Eve trips Garth and locks in a surfboard, driving her knee into his back. Garth twists and turns, and manages to get to a knee. From there he uses his size and strength advantage to turn Eve around so that he is in control. In an unorthodox move, he drives his head into her back, forcing her to a knee, and he works a surfboard of his own. He then transitions the surfboard into a full nelson, applying pressure as he pull Eve to her feet. He then slams her down in a full nelson bomb, but he keeps the hold applied. Eve is in some pain as she reaches back to try to break the hold. Eventually she decides to drive her long nails into the sides of Black's face to force him to break the hold, though she gets a stern warning from the referee.

Cohen: Slick move by the champ to break the hold and get back to her feet.

Copeland: Not the most legal move, but effective nonetheless Jack.

Connor: I for one was enjoying the mat work by both competitors.

Black rubs the sides of his face as the combatants get back to their feet. Eve checks her nails before she stretches her neck from side to side.

Cohen: Oh I hope Eve didn't break a nail.

They come face to face in the center of the ring. Garth tries to tie up, but Eve pushes him away. A right hand from Garth, followed by a dropkick cause Eve to stagger into the corner. Garth gets a running start before he hits a flying forearm. Eve is slumped in the corner when Garth jogs to one end of the ring and taunts to the crowd before he runs and hits a bit body splash, Getting On The Wagon! He hooks a leg...One!...Two!....Two is all he gets as Eve manages to kick out. Garth wastes little time, getting Eve on her feet and Irish whipping her into the turnbuckle again. black then begins to connect with some kicks, forcing the ref to step in and try to separate the two. As he does, Eve rakes the eyes, forcing Black to stumble away, holding his face. Eve runs and connects with a dropkick, putting the challenger on his ass, where she connects with a kick to the back. As Garth holds his back, Eve hits the ropes and connects with a running dropkick, putting Garth down. She makes a quick cover...One!...Two!...kick out by Black. Eve stays on the offensive though, kicking Black in the chest as he sits up. She then begins to punch away at him, softening him up. She then slaps him hard across the face, drawing a harsh reaction from the sold out crowd.

Connor: I don't think the audience took kindly to that one.

Copeland: What a shot though. I could feel that one from here.

The champ then gets Black on his feet and connects with a northern lights suplex, she bridges into the pin...One!...Two!...No! Black manages to kick out. Eve stays fast on the attack though, dropping elbows onto the back of Black. As Black tries to stand, Eve takes him back down with a snapmare. She follows up the snapmare by locking in a chinlock. She wrenches on the hold, Black fighting. Those few fans Black has left begin to chant his name.

"BLACK! BLACK! BLACK!"​

Garth uses the support to turn and get to a knee. From there he starts to throw elbows into the midsection of the champ, breaking the hold. He continues to throw the elbows, backing Eve up. He then hits the ropes, ducks under a clothesline, and rolls through on Eve. The referee slides into position...One!...Two!...We got a new champion! NO! Eve just kicks out at two and a half. They scramble to their feet, where Eve connects with the High Heel Kick, putting Black down. She starts to slap the challenger in the head as he gets to his feet. She Irish whips him into the corner and begins to throw big knife edge chops that can be heard throughout the arena. She then whips him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. She charges after him, but Black sidesteps, leaving Eve to crash into the turnbuckle. As he stumbles out Black begins to fire off kicks and punches to the champ. He backs her into the ropes and uses the momentum to whip her across the ring. Eve reverses, but Black ducks under a clothesline again, but this time he connects with a German suplex. Eve somehow pops to a seated position off the slam, but a running knee from Black puts her down and get looks for the cover...One!...Two!...Thr-No, again Eve kicks out.

Cohen: So close for Garth, but Eve showing great resiliency.

Copeland: Twice now Black has been mere moments away from walking out as champion.

Connor: At what point do you think frustration will set in?

Garth pulls Eve to her feet and tries to whip her into the corner once more. Eve reverses and sends Black instead. Black though manages to flip off the turnbuckle, getting behind the charging Eve Taylor. He hits the ropes and connects with a big cross body. He rolls away and to his feet, begging Eve to get to hers. When she does, he looks to unleash a kick, but Eve catches. She wags her manicured finger in his face, only to be caught in the side of the head by an enziguri. Eve rolls out of the ring. Garth then gets a running start and dives through the ropes. Eve catches him though and using his momentum, drives him kidney first into the announce table. Eve takes a few moments to walk around and collect herself, before she rolls Black back into the ring. She hooks the leg...One!...Two!...But Black kicks out and Eve is furious with the referee.

Cohen: Slow count! Crooked ref!

As Eve argues with the ref, Black slowly gets to his feet. Eve turns around and Black hoists her onto his shoulder, looking for Black Out. Eve starts to elbow away at the side of the head and slips out the back. Garth swings at Eve, but she ducks, grabs an arm, and then hits The Fashion Statement! She hooks the leg!...One!...Two!...Three! Eve Taylor has retained her Elite Openweight Championship.

Cohen: I told you she would win Seabass!

Harrys: Here is your winner and still WZCW Elite Openweight Champion, Eve Taylor!

Connor: So a hard fought victory for Eve here tonight, as she retains her coveted championship.

Copeland: Garth Black gave it his all, but came up just short in the end. A valiant effort though.

Referee Keith Morse tires to raise the hand of Eve, but she refuses. Instead she grabs her championship and places a foot on Garth Black as she raises her title high above her head.

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Copeland: Wait a minute!

Cohen: He can't do this can he? Eve just had a match!

Noah Ryder makes his way onto the stage with a referee. He looks at the ref, then at Eve as the crowd cheers wildly. Eve looks stunned as she drops her title and prepares for a fight. Ryder simply has a laugh and walks back behind the curtain as an annoyed Eve Taylor looks on.

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We cut backstage to where M and Vee ADZ can be seen sitting on the benches in the locker room, quietly talking among themselves, their chat is rudely interrupted by former World Champion, Constantine, bursting through the door. Constantine surveys the room and it's silent occupants before allowing a devious look to cross his features and moving inside. Almost immediately, the two members of Team Kick Ass get to their feet on the defensive.

Constantine: I've been wondering where I might find the most pathetic member of the roster. Low and behold, it is in the locker room of Mikey Stormrage. I really should have started my search there, to be honest.

Vee: If you were looking for the most pathetic person in the company, Constantine, I suggest that you should have started by looking in a mirror.

Constantine allows a smile to cross his features as he raises both of his hands in submission to a good jibe from Vee.

Constantine: Indeed, Mr. ADZ. Maybe I should have. I mean, it truly is pathetic that I am a former World Champion, a former King For A Day and the most successful Elite X Champion in the history of this great company.

M: Former being the operative word there.

Constantine shoots a vicious look towards M as he walks towards him somewhat.

Constantine: Perhaps it is. Perhaps I am no longer any of those things. But it still stands as fact that all of the accomplishments in my career are accomplishments that you three men can only dream of. A WZCW Championships round my waist, wins over the very best that this company has ever had to offer... My legacy is growing with every passing day in this company. Tonight, you stand across the ring against a team of animals captained by one of the most successful men in WZCW history.

Constantine begins walking up and down the line of Team Kick Ass, looking them up and down as he does.

Constantine: And look at you two. A walking thesaurus and former kick-boxer, and, well, whatever you are M. What accomplishments do you have? What makes you think for one moment that you can stand against me? Even the captain of your team is nothing more than a footnote on the career of even greater superstars. Face it, you're done!

Suddenly, Constantine is cut off as Mikey Stormrage emerges through his team mates to get right in the face of The Power Trip.

Stormrage: You know what all of us have going for us, Consty? The fact that we are sick of pompous, arrogant assholes like you, telling us that we should be afraid of them. Maybe you have held Championships on your waist but you've never known hunger and desire like what he hold in our hearts. Keep talking, Mr Politician. Because no one is listening. And you're just going to look all the more foolish when Team Kick Ass stand victorious over your lifeless body at the end of the match.

Suddenly, a look of utter contempt crosses the face of the Power Trip as he goes nose to nose with Mikey. Soon, he is joined by his stable-mates in Abel Hunnicut and Kagura Daikonran. The six combatants face off silently, waiting for the other to throw a punch that never comes. Regaining his composure, Constantine backs off of his opponent and allows a smile to appear.

Constantine: Perhaps. But one thing you seem to be forgetting is the Ace up my sleeve. I guess we'll be seeing you in the ring...

Constantine gives the signal to his troops to move out, leaving Mikey and his team fuming at the interruption.

 

[Dave]

The camera goes backstage to Matt Tastic's locker room. He is putting on his ring gear when there is a knock at the door.

Tastic: Come in.

The creak of the door can be heard as Mikey Stormrage walks into the locker room.

Tastic: Hey man, thanks for coming by. I wanted to talk to you about what has been happening lately.

Mikey pulls up a seat next to Matt.

Stormrage: What's up man?

Tastic: This whole situation with Ramparte. I can't believe that he got the jump on me.

Stormrage: There is a lot of evil in this company lately, that's for sure. Zeus winning the World Title, Abel taking out my team, and Ramparte taking you out.

Tastic: Tonight, though, we change that. We make things right and bring a little justice to WZCW.

Stormrage: Damn straight.

The two men bump fists before Tastic leaves for his match against Ramparte.
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Harrys: This match is scheduled for one fall!

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After a few moments, the masked man who we have come to know as Ramparte makes his way out onto the stage. Ramparte looks around the arena as boos begin to circulate. But beneath the mask, everyone can tell that Ramparte is pleased with his ploy to get under the skin of his opponent.

Copeland: Well, I knew that Ramparte was not a very nice gentlemen. But recently, he has gone above and beyond to prove to the world that he is truly done with Cerberus. Ramparte has his eye on becoming as dangerous as ever and now finds himself up against a stiff test.

Cohen: But one that he will overcome, Seabass. You go ahead and mark my words.

Connor: Well, since aligning himself with Dr. Zeus and John Doe, Ramparte has certainly found a new calling in WZCW. He has made a target out of Matt Tastic and now it comes down to this. I can't wait!

Harrys: Introducing first, weighing in at 190 pounds, hailing from an undisclosed location... Ramparte!!

The crowd continue to boo as Ramparte makes his way down the ramp, not even bothering to turn his head towards the fans who still want to touch him as he passes. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he immediately makes his way up the steps and perches himself on a turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent.

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After a few seconds, Matt Tastic finally makes his appearance known to everyone. Looking more focussed than he ever has, Tastic only has eyes for the man who has perched himself in the ring and doesn't seem to notice the fantastic response he has been given by the fans in the arena. Matt bounces around on the spot as he continues to stare down the masked man in the ring before heading down the ramp slowly' eyeing up his prize.

Copeland: How determined does Matt Tastic look tonight, CC? He means business.

Connor: You are utterly correct, Seabass. I managed to catch up with Matt a little earlier on and he made it clear to me that Ramparte was getting everything he wanted from Matt. He is bringing his A-game here tonight and he wants to make sure that Ramparte regrets his actions.

Cohen: Big talk is all that is, CC.

Matt continues down the ramp and then slides under the bottom ropes and into the ring. Slowly, Ramparte climbs down from his perch as Matt throws his jacket into the crowd. The two men now stand face to face a little apart and the tension is palpable.

Harrys: And his opponent, weighing in at 238 pounds, from Southwestern, Puerto Rico... Matt Tastic!!

The two men stand across the ring from each other and it is clear that there is no love lost between them. The atmosphere in the air could be cut with a knife as Matt stands stoic as Ramparte begins to mouth insults towards him. As Matt stands in the corner of the ring, it is clear to everyone that he is not impressed by the way that Ramparte has handled himself over the last few weeks and months. But Ramparte knows the way to infuriate Matt as he produces the mask that he had been wearing over the last few weeks and holds it into the air. The crowd cannot help themselves but to boo profusely at the man who used to form one third of Cerberus. But with every negative reaction, the smile on Ramparte's face grows wider and wider. Ramparte continues to toy with Tastic as he takes the mask and puts it over his face, obscuring his sickening smile for a moment. Suddenly, Matt finally runs at him and land s stiff right hand that sends Ramparte to the canvas for the first time in the match. Ramparte springs back to his feet and drives Matt back with a chop to his chest. But Matt is in no mood to play with Ramparte and sends him back to the canvas with another stiff right hand. Once more, Ramparte springs back to his feet and then rolls out of the way of the Live Mas wrestler. The crowd cannot help but to voice their approval for the way that Matt has started the match as Ramparte pulls the mask off of his face and tosses it out of the ring. Ramparte begins circling the ring and looking at Matt. The insults towards Matt are not so forthcoming anymore as both men know exactly what the other is capable of.

Copeland: Well, I don't think that anyone was expecting anything other than that kind of start to the match. Ramparte has done nothing but insult Matt Tastic in the last few weeks, and that goes for insults by mouth or by attacking him. Finally, Matt has had enough of Ramparte and now he has got his hands on him.

Connor: The crowd already seem totally involved in this match. A firm fan favourite against a man who has chosen to torment him over the last few weeks. Ramparte is going to get him comeuppance right here tonight.

Cohen: Whoa! Whoa! Everyone is going ahead and writing off the chances of Ramparte. I think everyone is completely forgetting how successful Ramparte is and has been. He's one of the most talented men on the roster and Matt Tastic might just find himself in a world of trouble is does what all of you are doing and writing off Ramparte.

After a few more seconds of both men circling the ring, they both come together with a tie up in the middle of the ring. But it is Ramparte this time who manages to get the better of the Live Mas superstars; looking to find some retribution for embarrassing him in the early stages of the match. Using all of Matt's weight and momentum against him, Ramparte manages to twist Matt into a side head-lock and applying some pressure. Matt tries to push his way out off the hold but Ramparte simply monkey flips him over and both men hit the canvas for the first time in the match. The fans call for Matt to find his way back into control of the match but Ramparte has him exactly where he wants him as a smile begins to form on Ramparte's face. With that, however, Matt lifts his legs up and wraps them around the neck of Ramparte and pulls him back. Catching his opponent but surprise, Matt springs back to his feet and catches the onrushing Ramparte with a monkey flip of his own as both men clatter to the canvas one more time. Matt applies the pressure to Ramparte now as the crowd at ringside show their appreciation for the athleticism and aggressiveness of both men in searching for control of the match. Matt's control of the match doesn't last for long, however, as Ramparte squirms away from the hold and out of the ring as quickly as he can. The crowd boo as Ramparte regains his composure on the outside of the ring.

Copeland: A high-octant start to this match is the only thing that people could have expected from these two terrifically talented wrestlers. But you have to admit that Matt Tastic has gotten the better of the opening exchanges.

Cohen: Yeah, go ahead and give credit to Matt Tastic, Seabass. How superbly he has done in the match so far yada, yada. How about giving some credit to his opponent, who has kept Matt on his toes and is now showing great experience in slowing the match down and frustrating the former World Champion?

Connor: It has been a back forth start to the match, gentlemen, that much is obvious. But, so far, Matt is showing just exactly why Ramparte felt the need to attack him from behind for so long.

After a few more moments of walking around the outside of the ring, Ramparte finally makes his way back up the steps and onto the apron. Staring at Matt all the time, Ramparte allows a venomous look to cross his features that rubs Matt the wrong way. As Ramparte sticks one of his legs through the ropes to enter the ring, Matt runs at him, looking to re-introduce him to the canvas a little quicker than he expected. But it is Matt who gets the surprise as Ramparte withdraws his leg and then finds the agility to land a beautiful kick over the top of the rope that sends Matt crashing to the canvas. Knowing that his opportunity to take control of the match is upon him, Ramparte grabs onto the top of the ropes and springs himself over the top and drives himself down onto the body of his opponent. Matt can do nothing to stop the high-impact stomp of his opponent and soon feels the damage from the move. But Ramparte is not done with the Live Mas superstar as he, once again, grabs the ropes and uses it for leverage as he drives his foot into the throat of his opponent and begins choking the air from his lungs. Matt tries his best to wriggle free from the choke but it seems useless as the ruthless aggression of his opponent takes hold. The referee uses his 5 count and eventually breaks the hold at a count of 4. Matt clutches at his throat as Ramparte pulls him towards the corner of the ring and sets him in the corner. Stomp after stomp to the former World Champion lands as Matt struggles to keep up the aggression of his opponent. After a few more stomps Ramparte pulls himself away from Matt and back himself across the ring, never daring to take his eyes off his opponent. As he reaches the opposite corner of the ring, Ramparte offers the crowd a taint before starting his run up. The crowd boos heavily as Ramparte strides across the canvas and tosses himself towards Matt. He collides with the former World Champion with a stunning dropkick that puts the screws to the Live Mas man and puts him in a world of trouble.

Connor: Wow! Ramparte has really started to turn the screw on Matt now. Matt maybe allowed Ramparte too much time to compose himself on the outside of the ring.

Cohen: Absolutely correct, CC! Everyone knows that you make the most of the opportunities that your opponent gifts you. If you can't do that then you are going to find it hard going. Matt is being taught that lesson the hard way after he allowed Ramparte to get back into this match.

Copeland: No one can argue with that, Jack. But a lot has to be said of the way that Ramparte has handled himself so far. Treachery and deceit is becoming all the more common for the former Cerberus man and I don't like the person he is becoming.

Ramparte pulls Matt out of the corner by the arm and immediately covers him for the first fall of the match. But Matt, despite the previous beating, is far too fresh to be covered this early in the match. He gets a shoulder up at the count of 1 and the crowd breathes a huge sigh of relief. Ramparte angrily gets back to his feet and begins stomping on Matt some more as Matt tries to roll away. Ramparte allows a smile to cross his features now as Matt goes on the defensive and Ramparte seems to have him where he wants him. Grabbing Matt by the hair, Ramparte begins pulling him to his feet. But the smile soon disappears from the face of the former Cerberus member as Matt uses all of his experience and skill to take him down with a beautiful, and completely unexpected, trip. Matt is quickly upon the man who has tormented him for so long as he lays into Ramparte with some high-octane punches as both men roll around on the canvas. Trying his best to get away from Matt, Ramparte rolls towards the ropes one more time, perhaps even looking to get out of the ring as Matt begins to apply some pressure to the former Tag Team Champion. But Matt sees it coming and grabs Ramparte by the hair and pulls him back towards the middle of the ring. Both men get to their feet and Matt is now looking much more sharper. He grabs at the waist of his opponent and immediately nails him with a beautiful belly to back suplex. The crowd bursts into life as Matt immediately crawls towards Ramparte and covers him for the first time in the match. But no sooner had the referee started counting the fall, Ramparte powers out.

Copeland: Well, take nothing away from Matt Tastic, he has always been a fighter and he is showing everyone just why he has gained that reputation. Just when you think that you have got him right where you want him, you find yourself having to rethink that assumption.

Cohen: Again with the biased commentary, Seabass. How about a little bit of credit for the man who has controlled this match from the start? Or for the way he kicked out of that pin after such a tremendous impact to his skull? Of course not.

Connor: As has been the case throughout this match, the pendulum is swinging back and forth. These two great wrestlers are struggling to control the other and that can only mean good things for neutral fans. But the truth of the matter is that Matt really needs to make this part of the match his own. He cannot surrender control to his opponent again or he might pay dearly.

Ramparte looks to gain control of the match but Matt looks like a man on a mission as he grabs at the waist of Rampart again before tossing him overheard with a fine suplex. Matt gets to his feet one more time as Ramparte nurses his back; the bruises already starting to show. Matt looks down at Ramparte with a look of fury on his face as the crowd begin to get behind him one more time. Grabbing Ramparte by the hair again and pulling him back to his feet, Matt back him up into the corner with a series of punches and chops to the exposed chest of his opponent. And once in the corner of the ring, Matt whips Ramparte across the ring and follows him; landing a beautiful clothesline to the throat of his opponent. The footing of the former Cerberus member gives out as Matt crashes into him. The lets out another loud applause as Matt begins to back up from the former Tag Team Champion. And with a small run up, Matt unleashes a beautiful kick to the chest of his opponent. The thud that comes from the connection reverberates around the arena. The sound of the connection is soon followed by the painful cries of the former Cerberus member turned Trinity member. Matt pulls Ramparte to his feet as he looks to further take control of this match and, finally, get some redemption for the actions of his opponent over the last few weeks. Matt backs Ramparte up into the middle of the ring and then positions him towards the ropes. He launches Ramparte across the ring with an Irish whip and upon his return looks to nail him with a clothesline. But Ramparte has him well-scouted and ducks under the flailing arm of his opponent. Ramparte hits the opposite ropes and returns to Matt once again; this time with the intention of launching an offensive on the Live Mas man. However, Matt further solidifies his position in the match as he takes Ramparte down with a beautiful drop toe hold and then quickly transitions back to his feet. The pace of the match quickens as Ramparte gets back to his feet to. Ramparte attempts to land a punch on Matt but Matt is able to block it. Matt quickly pushes Ramparte onto the nearby ropes and then nails him with the POP UP GUT BUSTER from absolutely nowhere! The crowd can barely contain their excitement as Matt signals that this match will soon be over.

Copeland: This could be it, folks,. Matt seems to have weathered the storm from Ramparte and now finds himself in full control of this match. I'll bet that Ramparte is finding himself considering if all of those attacks on the former World Champion were truly worth it.

Cohen: Go ahead and bury him before he is dead, Seabass; that's the name of the game...

Connor: I don't think that there can be any doubt about the way that this match is going, Jack. Matt is in full control and only a miracle would save Ramparte now. It looks as though Matt is going to finish him off with the Headache Driver!

At that, the lights in the arena go off and the whole arena is plunged into darkness. Everyone in attendance is stunned by what is happening as the mutterings of the audience begin to swirl. Suddenly, the tron flickers into life to reveal the masked face of Dr Zeus and John Doe behind him. The crowd begins booing as enough light is shed from the tron to reveal Matt looking at the screen and Ramparte still lying on the canvas.

Worry not, young Ramparte,
The apocalypse is about to start.
Play with this cretin no more,
The time has come to make him sore. ​

Ramparte rolls onto his stomach and looks to be in immense pain as he looks down the ramp towards the tron. Matt continues to stare towards the smiling faces of Doe and Zeus but keeps an eye on what Ramparte is doing and is very aware of an impending attack from the Trinity.

This match has proved to be a test,
But now is your chance to give your best.
The time has come, it is now the hour,
Forget your pain and feel MY POWER!​

With those words uttered, the body of the former member of Cerberus goes rigid immediately. Suddenly, Ramparte begins shaking uncontrollably before the lights in the arena go off once more. Again, the arena is plunged into darkness as the mystery and intrigue continues to grow. As the lights come back on, it is only Matt Tastic who remains in the ring. Matt searches the environment for where Ramparte could have gone but he is nowhere to be seen. Almost immediately, the crowd begin booing as they know that something foul is afoot. Even the referee in the ring does not know what to do.

Copeland: What kind of mischief is this? Matt was well in control of this match and Ramparte has done nothing but fled since the first moment.

Cohen: You don't know that, Seabass.

One final time, the lights in the arena go off and the fans and Matt and taken back to the darkness. On the screen, the smiling face of Zeus can be seen. And as the lights come back on fully, Rmaparte has re-appeared in the middle of the ring; standing right behind his opponent. With the mask that has become so synonymous with him over the last few weeks and months over his face, Ramparte spins Matt around before nailing him with THE DENOUEMENT! Ramparte immediately drops to the canvas and covers Matt! The referee begins to count the fall! 1... 2... Matt gets the shoulder up! With that, the faces of Zeus and Doe disappear and Ramparte gets to his knees. Under the mask, it is clear that Ramparte is frustrated and has no idea what to do.

Copeland: YES! I don't believe that Matt has just kicked out of that move. Go get 'em, Matt!

Ramparte picks up Matt one more time as Matt finds himself on shaky legs. Ramparte looks deep into the eyes of his opponent before kicking him in the gut and nailing him with another DENOUEMENT! Once again, Ramparte covers his opponent as the referee counts the fall. 1... 2... 3!

Harrys: Here is your winner... Ramparte!!

Cohen: I knew that he had it in him!

Connor: What an amazing turn of events that led to the finish of this match, folks. You have to think that Matt Tastic was on the road to victory as this match trundled along. But with some sort of divine intervention from the leader of The Trinity; Dr Zeus, Ramparte has managed to pick up a victory here tonight!

Copeland: Matt is going to be absolutely gutted and furious with the way that all went down. He had this match won until all of that. I don't think this is the end by any manner or means.

With that, Ramparte quickly rolls out of the ring and moves up the ramp, watching Matt come to terms with his injuries and the loss as he does.

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Leon Kensworth: Good evening! I'm Leon Kensworth, and I'm about to have a word with our longest reigning champion, Ms. Eve Taylor!

Backstage Bob: Leon! Come! Quick! Get help!

The cameraman takes off, following Bob, as Leon gives chase behind him. They round the corner, and find Eve laid out among scattered boxes and a broken table. A broom handle lies next to her, its broken handle smeared with blood. Leon shoves a box off of her chest, revealing a puddle of blood forming under her. A gash on her forehead is the source.

Leon Kensworth: What happened? Eve? Are you okay?

Eve Taylor: He...I...Where am I? He...

Backstage Bob: Who is "he"?

Medics arrive, and immediately go to work on Eve as Bob and Leon hurry out of the way.

Eve Taylor: He took my belt! He...The eyes! Oh the eyes! He took Senshuken! My Senshuken!

Leon turns to the camera, attempting to make sense of Eve's ramblings.

Leon Kensworth: As you can see, the Elite Openweight champion was the victim of a brutal assault, and whoever the assailant was, they left with her championship! There's blood everywhere. Who would do this?

Leon points to the now-exposed bloodsplatter, as the cameraman zooms in. Before the picture can focus, the feed cuts to black...

 

[Dave]

EurAsian Champion Titus Avison is sitting on a folding chair near the gorilla position, putting the final polish on his belt before defending it against S.H.I.T. As he holds it up to the light, and the glisten shines on his face, he admires his smile, before breathing a puff of air onto the nameplate and polishing it off with his wrist tape.

Two men decked out in all white arrive next to him, wheeling a furniture dolly, carrying a cardboard box twice the size of any refrigerator box. With care, and even some hesitation, they undo the two nylon straps that secure it, and then gingerly cut away at the familiar brown packing tape that keeps it shut. As they snip away the last bit, the sides and top of the box fall away, revealing Titus' challenger, the mandroid known as S.H.I.T.

Titus stands up, watching the events unfold with a sense of puzzlement, but smiling all the same. As he inches closer to the immobile robot, S.H.I.T. suddenly assumes a fighting pose!

S.H.I.T.: I sense your presence, Mr. Avison. Thank you.

Titus Avison: For?

S.H.I.T.: Thank you. For cleaning my championship. You assume that because I bled against my archenemy, Barbosa, and fell to the lady, Eve Taylor, that I will be an easy opponent. I can read it in your vital signs. You are wrong. S.H.I.T. will experience no more defeat. S.H.I.T. will...ex-ter-min-ate...you!

Before Titus can respond, S.H.I.T.'s music starts, and his physical demeanor lightens, as he steps off the dolly, and through the curtain.

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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EurAsian Championship!

The crowds cheers are quickly drowned out.

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Harrys: First, the challenger, weighing in at 230 pounds, and hailing from the Mechanical Mecca...S.H.I.T.!

The mandroid enters the arena to a smattering of boos, but remains stoic as he makes his way to the ring, ignoring his surroundings. As he steps through the ropes...

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Harrys: And his opponent...He is the five-time Oscar-winning! Former Elite X Champion! Former two-time World Champion, who now holds the grandest prize in WZCW...Ladies and gentlemen...The EurAsian Champion...TITUS! AVISON!

Titus Avison comes through the curtain, his music drowned out by the boos from the Brazilian crowd. He holds his belt up high, wearing a cocky grin as he makes his way to the ring, paying no mind to his challenger.

Connor: What kind of an introduction was that? Simply being announced as the EurAsian Champ wasn't good enough?

Cohen: Why would it be? Titus has earned all of those accolades, and is a living legend here. He can have whatever introduction he wants!

Titus circles the ring, holding the belt out in front of the commentators, his mouth running the whole time.

Connor: Did you hear that, Seabass? Apparently Titus personally demanded that Harrys introduced him that way!

Copeland: I don't know what's come over him. He used to be a champion deserving of respect and admiration, but he is a shell of his old self!

Cohen: I sure respect and admire the guy. You don't?

The question hangs in the air as the crowd's attention is focused on the ring. Referee Keith Morse checks both wrestlers for foreign objects, and finally holds the belt up for the camera. Titus and S.H.I.T. are face to face in the center of the ring as Keith moves to hand off the belt.

**DING**DING**DING**​

Before the referee can turn around, Titus hits S.H.I.T. with a low blow! A steady stream of ball bearings of assorted sizes falls out of the mandroid's torso area, but he remains unmoved! Titus's eyes go wide as the ring fills with more and more of the ball bearings! The referee turns around to see what has happened, and admonishes Titus, but before he can separate the two men, S.H.I.T. connects with a Piston Chop!

S.H.I.T. continues pounding the stunned champion with repeated Piston Chops, backing him into the ropes, and through them! The referee starts his ten count, but S.H.I.T. falls forward over the top rope, following Titus to the floor! Both men rise to their feet and exchange a flurry of left hands before S.H.I.T. catches Titus off guard with a knee to the midsection! As Titus struggles to catch his breath, the mandroid surprises him again with a roundhouse kick that connects squarely on the jaw, and Titus is down! S.H.I.T. gets back in the ring as the referee starts his count over.

1! 2! 3! 4!

S.H.I.T. exits the ring, pulling Titus to his feet!

5! 6!

Connor: What is he doing? He could have won this match early!

Copeland: He would have won the match, but not the title!

7! 8! 9!

S.H.I.T. uses a fireman's carry to get Titus back into the ring, as he dumps him over the top, before attempting to climb the ropes from the apron. As he tries to steady himself on the turnbuckle, Titus leaps to his feet, and jumps to the top rope, bringing the mandroid down facefirst with a super Bulldog! He shoots the half!

1...SHOULDER'S UP!

Titus yells at Keith Morse to count faster, pounding the mat as he does so. S.H.I.T. sits up mechanically, before using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Before he can turn around, Titus is on him, and connects with a reverse DDT! He maintains the pressure, dropping three knees to S.H.I.T.'s head, before going for a blatant choke!

1! 2! 3! 4!

Titus breaks the choke at 4, but quickly reapplies it as his face turns a fiery red!

1! 2! 3!

S.H.I.T. gets a foot on the rope, forcing the break, but Keith Morse has to physically pull Titus off of the mandroid, before backing him into a corner with an official warning!

S.H.I.T. gets to his feet, and goes for Titus in the corner, but a Piston Chop is blocked and turned into an armbar! The mandroid attempts to reach the ropes, but Titus grabs a hold of the free arm and turns it into an Octopus Stretch! S.H.I.T.'s face shows no pain, but his body is contorting, trying to wriggle free. Titus waits for the ref to check on his opponent before reaching for the ropes, but is caught! Keith Morse kicks his hand off the rope, and the two are face to face while S.H.I.T. recovers on the floor!

Cohen: What is that ref doing, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong? Let the men fight S.H.I.T. can take it!

Copeland: You're lucky you're sitting down, because this may floor you, but wrestling has rules, and Titus, just like everyone else, needs to follow them!

While Titus and Keith Morse continue their shouting match, S.H.I.T. is able to get to his knees, not far behind where Titus stands. He looks around the arena for a moment, almost seeking permission, before delivering a Piston Chop to Titus's backside! Titus crumples to the mat, screaming about a Charley horse, but the referee backs off, allowing the match to continue uninterrupted! S.H.I.T. finishes getting to his feet, pulling Titus up by the hair with him, before connecting with a headbutt, and spinning Titus around, allowing him to connect with a German suplex! He holds the grip, rolling and pulling Titus to his feet for another! And another! And he still has the grip on!

Connor: How many of these suplexes is S.H.I.T. looking to connect with?

Copeland: I'm not sure, but it will be fun to count!

Two more German suplexes to the champ! Titus's face has gone pale, and the mandroid is still rolling to set up another suplex! But as he pulls Titus into the air, and lets his legs flail in front of him, S.H.I.T. changes direction, and plants Titus on his ass in the middle of the ring, jarring the champ into a howl as he flops on the mat, grabbing the injured area! S.H.I.T. stands over him, admiring his handiwork, before grabbing for Titus's hair, to pull him to his feet. Titus see this coming, and practically leaps out of the ring through the bottom two ropes, landing on the mat outside with a smack.

1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6!

Titus finally manages to get to his knees, and leans on the apron, pulling himself to his feet, but S.H.I.T. attacks with a baseball slide, sending both men crashing to the floor!

1! 2! 3! 4!

Both men use the apron to pull themselves to their feet, rolling into the ring simultaneously. They get to their knees, and begin exchanging ringing slaps, with Titus finally getting the advantage, knocking S.H.I.T. back to a seated position. Titus rushes forward from his kneeling position, landing a hard European uppercut, rocking S.H.I.T. to his back! Titus falls on top for the cover!

1...2.KICKOUT!

Titus leaps to his feet, again admonishing the ref for a slow count, before turning his attention back to the challenger. S.H.I.T. is on a knee, trying to rise to his feet, but Titus runs the ropes, taking him down with a Tit Drop! The cover!

1...2...S.H.I.T. gets a hand on the rope!

Titus is fuming as he pulls the mandroid up, whipping him hard into the corner and following with a lariat! He rushes a series of kesa giri chops, before whipping S.H.I.T. into the opposite corner, again following with a lariat!

Cohen: Titus has become incensed by the referee's ineptitude, and is taking his aggression out on S.H.I.T.! I can feel the victory coming!

Copeland: Jack, if we've learned anything in our years with this company, it's that you can never count out the mandroid!

As he says that, S.H.I.T. fires back with a Piston Chop! Titus reels backwards, clutching his chest, allowing the mandroid some space in the corner. As he starts to walk out towards the champ, he stumbles to a knee, and appears to have issues regaining his upright status! Titus sees the opening, and hits another Tit Drop! He hooks the legs!

1...2...3!

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen...your winner...AND STILL...EurAsian Champion...TITUS! AVISON!

Copeland: What happened to S.H.I.T.? He seemed to be starting a comeback attempt, and his body failed him!

Connor: He has taken some beatings, and maybe it's catching up to him!

Cohen: Might be about time he starts looking into upgr-

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Titus, who had just gotten to his feet, falls to his knees with his mouth hung open as Noah Ryder's music begins!

Cohen: What is he doing here?!

Copeland: He's the King For A Day winner! Is he going to cash in his briefcase right now?!

Noah Ryder explodes onto the stage, holding his briefcase up as he makes his way to the ring at almost a jogging pace. He circles the ring, surveying the situation. Titus hasn't moved, but his eyes are fixated on his potential challenger. Noah stops at one corner, holding up the briefcase, and the crowd booms with anticipation.

He stops at the next corner, again holding up the briefcase, and the crowd gets even louder.

Same at the next corner.

At the final corner, now back almost to the ramp, the crowd has roaring, shaking the arena. Noah's eyes scan the landscape as he smiles, clutching his briefcase firmly by his side. He steps onto the bottom stair, moving his briefcase from his side to now being held in both hands on front of him. Titus has now moved to a knee, awaiting Noah's decision.

Connor: Will he, or won't he? This is driving me crazy!

Noah steps back to the ringside mats, and begins slowly backing up the ramp as Titus lets out an extended sigh of relief, collapsing to his back as referee Keith Morse hands him his belt.

 

[Dave]

The camera goes inside the locker room of Dr. Zeus. He seems to be comforting John Doe when Ramparte walks in and kneels before him.

Ramparte: I hope I have pleased you master.

Zeus: Though defeat suffered our brother
Your win has given rise to another
Now I will dispatch Theron the fool
And show that our darkness will rule


Zeus then stares into the camera, causing the cameraman to quickly back out of the room.
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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your co-main event for the evening!

*DING*DING*​

Harrys: This match is an eight man elimination match! The captain of the winning team will go on to compete for the WZCW World Title at Gold Rush!

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As the music blares through the arena, Team Kickass makes their way down the ramp, high-fiving the fans, before circling the ring, hugging some fans and posing for selfies with some fan signs. Mikey even gets a hot dog from a fan that disappears in two bites. They enter the ring, high-fiving and fist-bumping each other.

Copeland: Team Kickass looks focused, but they are short a man, after that vicious assault on Gino earlier. I, along with my broadcast colleagues, wish him the best, and we hope to see him back quickly!

Cohen: Speak for yourself, Seabass. Gino knows better than to mistreat a legend like Holmes, and he got what was coming to him. Mikey sure packed together a rag tag team here, and I'd bet money we're in for a quick match here.

Connor: A rag tag bunch they may be, but Vee and Mikey have been very hot lately, and M is no slouch himself. And how do we know they're down a man? I'm sure there's a number of guys in the back that would jump at the opportunity to help Mikey out.

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The lights dim as three members of Team Constantine enter onto the stage. Kagura and Abel stand beside their team captain, Steven Holmes trailing behind them. As the music picks up, they make their way to the ring, noticeable less social than their opponents. They enter the ring, and immediately all six competitors are face-to-face.

Connor: Certainly a tense moment here! I have to ask, Jack, where the fourth member is on Constantine's team? Did he get cold feet?

Cohen: I don't know why you'd ask me, as if I'd have insider info, but I assure you that Constantine did not come into this match with just two partners. His fourth man will be here any moment, I'm sure.

Copeland: They certainly look prepared, and ready for a brawl. I cannot wait to see what happens. Let's go to Truman Harrys with the match introductions.

Harrys: To my left, the team of "The Maleficent" M! Vee A.D.Z.! And the captain of Team Kickass...MIKEY! STORMRAGE!

Each of the men raise their hand, receiving cheers from the crowd as their names are read. They never break eye contact with their counterparts.

Harrys: And to my right, accompanied by Steven Holmes...Abel Hunnicutt! Kagura Daikonran! And their captain...CONSTANTINE!

Their actions are much more muted, barely acknowledging the reading of their names; also staring eye-to-eye with their opponents.

The jawing and trash talk quickly begins, with all six competitors now chest-to-chest, screaming at the wrestler across from them. Kagura flinches first, nailing Vee square in the jaw with a loud right hand! M opens up on Abel with an elbow to the bridge of the nose, drawing first blood, but Abel smiles in return and grabs M by the throat, throwing him over the top rope, and following him to the floor. Vee and Kagura hit the mat, tumbling over each other as fists fly, but Mikey and Constantine stand silently in the ring, visibly shaking with built up fury, but neither man moving a muscle towards the other. As chaos erupts around them, they maintain rigidity, but the referee has already called for assistance at ringside as he attempts to pry Abel off of M. M is on his back in full guard, connecting with an endless stream of rabbit punches while Abel repeatedly picks him up and slams him into the mats. Kagura and Vee roll under the bottom rope, crashing to the floor, but nothing can stop their rage as fists fly, drawing blood from both competitors as the referees and stagehands try to pry them off each other.

As the madness hits a fever pitch, Constantine finally breaks form, and releases a right hand, but Mikey catches it! He swings with a right of his own, knocking Constantine backwards! Mikey tackles him to the mat, and starts laying hammerfist after hammerfist to the Power Trip's face!

Cohen: This is total insanity! The referees need to gain some control out here, or throw away the match!

Copeland: Throw the match out? And not have a title match at Gold Rush? Now you're just talking crazy! And let me remind you, Kagura is the one that started this!

The referee sees Mikey and Constantine brawling in the ring, and slides under the bottom rope, immediately diving between the two big men to separate them, but gets tossed aside as Mikey pulls Constantine to his feet and immediately crushes him with a Game Over! Mikey falls on top of Constantine again, grinding his forearm into his opponent's face!

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Connor: Oh my! It's Blade!

Cohen: I told you Constantine had a fourth member!

Copeland: For the second time tonight, we have a handicap match! What's going on around here?

Blade races to the ring and dives under the bottom rope, just as Mikey is getting to his feet to meet him. Blade crushes him with a Blade Runner! With Mikey flat on the mat, Blade rolls out of the ring, and collects Abel and Kagura, urging them to the apron, allowing the referee to finally ring the bell!

**DING**DING**DING**​

The referee immediately starts counting both men down as Constantine wipes blood from his nose, and Mikey is immobilized by Blade's sneak attack.

1! 2! 3! 4!

Vee and M finally collect themselves, and get to the apron, screaming for Mikey to get up. Abel, Blade, and Kagura do the same for Constantine.

5! 6!

Mikey and Constantine are both on their knees, staring daggers through each other. The ref ends his count as Mikey gets to his feet a second before Constantine. He charges, driving a shoulder into his mid-section, pushing him straight back into the corner, but Abel is waiting and clubs him in the back with a forearm, before tagging himself in.

Constantine hits the mat, and rolls outside, collecting himself, as Abel steps over the top rope and stands over Mikey's body, blood dripping from his mouth, landing on Mikey below. As Mikey gets to a knee, Abel grabs a handful of hair, dragging him to his feet, and just as easily flings him into Team Kickass's corner. He points at M, and motions for him to get in the ring. Mikey barely lifts his hand, allowing M to make the tag. He leaps over the top rope, and comes face-to-chest with Abel in the middle of the ring. Abel wipes the blood from his mouth, and stares at his hand, before slapping M across the face with that same hand, splattering him with blood. As M stumbles backward, leaning off the ropes and bouncing back with a standing moonsault that barely moves the much larger Hunnicutt. Abel picks him up off the mat, palming his head, before landing a headbutt to the bridge of the nose that covers M in his own blood as it pours out onto the canvas. Abel stands over the supervillain, admiring his handiwork, before kicking him in the ribs, sending him back to his team's corner. He points at Vee, calling for his next victim.

Vee tags himself in, and slowly steps through the ropes, looking into the eyes-gone-wide on Abel's face. Abel nods, using a single finger to motion for Vee to bring the fight. Vee attempts a single leg takedown, but Abel just stands over him, laughing, as the smaller MMA specialist tries with all his might to lift the leg. Abel grabs an arm, pulling Vee to an upright position, but drives him to the mat with an STO!

Cohen: This is a thing of beauty, watching Abel just dismantle Team Kickass, isn't it? They don't have any answer for this much larger monster of a man!

Connor: I hate to admit it, but as long as Abel is upright, Team Kickass literally faces an uphill battle if they want to win this contest!

Abel strokes his beard, before spitting a spot of blood on Vee's chest. He plants his boot into his chest, and steps over him, heading to his own corner, where he tags in Kagura. Kagura bows softly to Abel, before entering the ring, and immediately going for a pin!

1...2...REVERSAL!

Vee rolls Kagura into a small package!

1...2...KICKOUT!

Kagura and Vee both jump to their feet, and this time Kagura attempts the single leg takedown, driving Vee into the ropes! The referee separates the two, but Kagura denies the clean break, delivering a throat thrust to Vee! Vee clutches at his throat, gasping for air, dropping to a knee! As the ref pushes Kagura away, Vee manages to get back to his feet, surprising Kagura with a Mawashi Geri! Kagura tumbles to the mat like a ton of bricks! Vee goes for the cover!

1...2.SAVED BY BLADE!

Blade stomps on Vee's head, breaking the pin, allowing Kagura to roll over her opponent!

1...2...3!

Harrys: Vee A.D.Z. has been eliminated!

Connor: Oh no! Now what are they going to do? This tall order just got taller!

Copeland: Now would be a hell of a time for Mikey's new fourth man to make his way to ringside!

Cohen: There is no fourth man, you dolt! Get it through your head! Constantine is one step closer to his shot at redemption!

Vee is barely able to roll under the bottom rope, but M is back in the ring, bringing the fight to Kagura as the two exchange highly animated elbows, punches, thrusts, and chops! M gets the better of his smaller opponent, Irish whipping her into his team's corner! He chases after her, delivering a lifting knee to her back, knocking her to the canvas as she takes a seated position in the corner. He sees the opening and sets up a Mega M Kick! After some theatrics, his kick connects, crushing Kagura's ample bosom! She lies motionless on the mat, coughing and trying to catch her breath, spitting out a smear of blood as M showboats to the crowd.

Kagura struggles back to a seated position, but M maintains control with a choking Thesz press! The hold is broken before the ref can start his count, and M hooks the leg behind his back!

1...EASY KICKOUT!

Copeland: M got a little too cocky there, and those are the mistakes you cannot make in a match like this!

M allows Kagura to get to her feet, and attempts an Irish Whip, but Kagura reverses it, instead sending M into Team Constantine's corner! M recognizes his predicament, and starts madly delivering elbows to his opponents, clearing the way for him to leap to the top turnbuckle, and escape their clutches with a crossbody, pinning Kagura under him as he hooks the leg, pulling the tights!

1...2...3!

Harrys: Kagura Daikonran has been eliminated!

Cohen: What a surprise, and such dirty tactics on M's behalf! What kind of team is this that Mikey put together!

Connor: I don't blame M for trying to even up the odds! And Mikey knew exactly what kind of character he was bringing to his team, when he selected M!

Before M can rise to his feet, Blade is on the top rope, smiling, as he is the only wrestler not currently dripping blood. He clears half the ring, slamming onto the supervillain with a frog splash! He hooks the leg!

1...2.SHOULDER'S UP!

M nips up as Blade leaps to his feet and the two men are eye to eye before M makes the first move, hitting an STO of his own! He keeps the pressure on, hitting a pair of standing moonsaults, before ascending the turnbuckles and landing on Blade with a Mega M Flip! Blade kicks out easily of a pin attempt, rolling into the ropes to force M to back off. The ref urges Blade to a standing position, and the two men instantly lock in a collar and elbow tie up, with neither man gaining an advantage. Another has no effect as well, and Blade lets his frustration out by surprising M with a "Double A" spinebuster! M rolls him over, and gets to his feet, planting his boot to Blade's forehead, knocking him backward through the ropes. M runs off the far ropes, and dives through the middle ropes with a suicide dive onto Blade! The two men exchange a flurry of punches up the ramp as the referee counts!

1! 2! 3! 4! 5!

Mikey, Abel, and Constantine all rush to their partner's aid, respectively, and another brawl ensues! The referees are out almost instantly trying to restore order as Abel yanks M off of Blade and tosses him aside, just a moment before Mikey knocks Abel off his feet with a Falcon Punch!! Blade finds M again, and whips him into the ring apron, and charges after him with a clotheslines, but M ducks and Blade crashes into the apron himself! Mikey and Constantine exchange a glare, but return to their corners as Holmes converses with Abel on the ramp, before getting him to return to his corner.

M scoops up Blade, rolling him into the ring. With Blade face down on the mat, M falls on top of him, and locks in the M Special! Blade frantically tries to escape the hold, but every movement locks the hold in deeper! He spins on top of M, but the hold will not be broken!

Copeland: Is this it for Blade's return? Is he going to submit? The M Special is a nearly inescapable submission hold!

Connor: If M can make Blade tap here, the teams will be even up at two apiece!

As she says it, Blade frantically taps as his face takes on a shade of purple!

Harrys: Blade has been eliminated!

M breaks the hold, allowing Blade to fall off of him. Before the ref can check on Blade, or get him out of the ring, Abel grabs Blade around the waist, and drops him through the ropes, turning and setting his sights on the supervillain. M hastily rolls away, using the far ropes to get to his feet, but Abel caves his face in with a Big Boot, sending him toppling over the top rope!

1! 2! 3!

M is face down on the mat, not showing any signs of life as blood pours from a fresh gash on his head. Abel stands over the ropes, stroking his beard as his eyes go mad, admiring his handiwork. Constantine also manages a smile, as does Holmes on the outside.

4! 5! 6!

M is still not moving, seemingly in defiance of Mikey's cheering him on.

7! 8!

Mikey has leapt off the apron, and is shaking M, but to no avail.

9! 10!

Harrys: M has been eliminated!

Cohen: What was that, about the teams being even, Cat?

Connor: Mikey still has an ace in the hole. He has to! He would not have come out here to face this team four-on-three! Not with a title match on the line!

Mikey stares up at Abel, his face turning red with pure rage. He leaves M on the outside, and rolls through the ropes, but is barely to a knee before Abel drives a knee into his neck, sending him back to the mat. Abel wipes more blood from his mouth, and repeatedly slaps Mikey on the back with an open palm, tattooing him with red handprints. Abel grabs Mikey's hair, and pulls him to his knees, where Mikey responds with a flurry of ineffective punches to the gut!

Abel drops Mikey, and walks away, turning his back on the big man! Mikey angrily gets to his feet, and charges at Abel, but is leveled with a Big Boot! Mikey hits the mat in a heap as the referee starts his count!

1! 2! 3!

Cohen: This is just about over! Abel is an absolute force, and the rest of the roster needs to be on watch!

Mikey is stirring, but not close yet to being to his knees.

Copeland: Mikey isn't dead yet! C'mon, Mikey!

MI-KEY! MI-KEY! MI-KEY!
MI-KEY! MI-KEY! MI-KEY!
MI-KEY! MI-KEY! MI-KEY!
MI-KEY! MI-KEY! MI-KEY!
MI-KEY! MI-KEY! MI-KEY!​

7! 8!

Mikey grabs the ropes, getting to a knee!

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Copeland: OH MY GOD! IT'S MATT TASTIC!

Connor: LIVE MAS RIDES AGAIN!

Cohen: OH NO!

Matt Tastic races to the ring, jumping to the apron, and tagging the outstretched hand of Mikey! Tastic rushes through the ropes and charges Abel, ducking a hard lariat, and springboarding off the ropes with a Screw Attack! Abel is to a knee! Tastic charges again, and blocks a punch from Abel, reversing it into a Charge Shot! The final punch to the gut knocks Abel off his feet, and Tastic goes for the pin! He has the legs hooked!

1...2...3!

Harrys: Abel Hunnicutt has been eliminated!

Cohen: How can a man that's not even in the match eliminate someone? This is bogus! Mr. Banks will be hearing from Holmes, I'm sure! This is ludicrous!

Copeland: We knew there had to be a fourth man! Did Mikey know Tastic was coming? Or did Tastic understand the direness of the situation, and make the decision on his own?

Connor: Either way, Constantine must now face Live Mas all by himself!

LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS!
LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS!
LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS!
LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS!
LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS! LIVE MAS!​

Abel reluctantly rolls out of the ring, meeting with Holmes at ringside, before the two slowly leave. Abel is much more restrained, but Holmes is infuriated, screaming at the top of his lungs at Mikey, Matt, and the referee!

Constantine steps through the ropes, eyeing his fresh opponent from across the ring. Matt stands with his hands on his knees, ready to fight the former politician as Mikey watches from the apron, stomping his foot and clapping with the crowd. Constantine nods slowly, acknowledging the camaraderie of his opponents.

Suddenly, he charges at Tastic, but Tastic sidesteps him, slamming his face into the turnbuckle. He turns him around and mounts the turnbuckles, raining fists down on Constantine's face!

UNO! DOS! TRES! QUATRO! CINCO! SEIS! SIETE! OCHO! NUEVE! DIES!​

Tastic jumps down, letting loose a primal scream as Constantine stumbles out of the corner! Mikey and the crowd are full behind him as he leans into the ropes, sizing up Constantine, but he falls forward to the mat, completely motionless! Holmes is outside the ring, smiling a wicked smile, clutching his cane in his grip!

Copeland: Did he do what I think he did?

Connor: He just knocked Tastic out cold with his cane! I didn't see it, but what else could it have been? What a sore loser he is!

Constantine drops to his knees, and rolls over Matt's lifeless body, and collapsing over him, lacking the energy needed to even hook the leg.

1...2...3!

Harrys: Matt Tastic has been eliminated!

Cohen: Serves him right!

Constantine pulls himself up, sitting back on his heels, as he pushes Matt under the ropes, letting him fall to the floor. Mikey screams from the apron, and jumps to his friend's aid, cradling his head in his hands as he fights back tears. A medic hurries to ringside just as Tastic starts to come around. With Mikey's help, he gets to his feet, and calls off any assistance. He grabs the back of his head, stretching his neck, trying to ease the pain. He looks around, trying to gather himself, and spots Holmes walking through the curtain at the top of the ramp. He gives chase, leaving Mikey alone.

Mikey turns slowly, his eyes blood red, burning a hole in Constantine. Constantine backs away from Mikey, giving him space to get in the ring. Slowly, Mikey grabs the middle rope, pulling a knee to the apron, and then the other. He steps through the ropes, never breaking his gaze from the Power Trip. Constantine awaits him in the middle of the ring, and attempts to greet him with an overhead right, but Mikey ducks, firing off a series of his own! Constantine is reeling, but won't go down as Mikey starts frantically mixing in left hands as well! Mikey crosses his arms, thrusting his forearms into Constantine's throat, taking him off his feet! Mikey drops down on top of him, and continues the barrage, but Constantine covers up, blocking the hardest of the blows! Constantine manages to grab a hold of Mikey's shoulders, tumbling over on top of him, and beginning an all out assault of his own!

Both men are swinging wildly as the blood streaks across the ring from both men! Mikey gets his feet up, and shoves Constantine backwards, momentarily stopping the attack! As he gets to his knees, both men begin firing off right hands again as they both move to a vertical base!

Copeland: This wrestling match has clearly devolved into an all out blood feud, right before our eyes!

Cohen: Mikey has taken a hell of a beating though! I don't see how he can keep up with a slightly fresher Constantine!

Constantine attempts to hook in a DDT, but Mikey rushes him backwards, driving him into the turnbuckle, where he begins laying in knife edge chops to Constantine's chest! Constantine has had enough, and uses the corner as leverage to deliver a driving straight kick to Mikey's face, forcing him back! Mikey tries to rush back in, but is leveled with an exploding lariat out of the corner by Constantine! Constantine drops to a knee, watching as the blood leaks from his own head as Mikey struggles to catch his breath on the mat below him. John continues the fight, dropping a quintet of elbows to the sternum, before going for the pin! The leg is hooked!

1...2...SHOULDER'S UP!

Constantine admonishes the ref, demanding a speedy count, and Mikey gets to his feet while he's not paying attention! Constantine turns around, and is dropped by a high dropkick from the big man! Constantine is out on the mat! Mikey is instantly to his feet, and lumbers into the corner, taking a breather as he watches his opponent on the mat, looking for signs of life. the ref starts his count!

1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6!

Constantine is able to sit up twice, but falls back each time.

Connor: What is Mikey doing?

Mikey starts to climb the turnbuckles! He gets to the top, and points out to the crowd, acknowledging his fans, before leaping into the air, and flattening Constantine's already lifeless body with a picture perfect moonsault! The two foes lie next to each other; Mikey unable to make the cover!

Cohen: I think that took all Mikey had to pull that off! Now there's no way he can win!

1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7!

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Copeland: It's Vance Bateman!

Bateman stands at the top of the ramp as the ref stops his count, and the crowd falls silent.

Bateman: No! No no no no! This is not how this co-main event is going to end!

Constantine and Mikey still lie motionless on the mat, either unable or unwilling to move.

Bateman: This match will continue, with no count outs, and no disqualifications. There must be a number one contender named for Gold Rush!

The crowd cheers, but neither man is moving still. The referee checks both men, looking back at Bateman with a puzzled look on his face, unsure of what to do.

Bateman: Fine! So be it! Since neither of you seem willing to grab the brass ring on your own...This match will be called as a draw, and Gold Rush's main event will be a Triple Threat match, featuring both Constantine and Mikey Stormrage, against the winner of tonight's championship match!

Bateman turns and leaves with a disgusted look on his face as the crowd roars to life with the news. Medics and referees race to the ring to check on the fall combatants.

Cohen: What an announcement that was! Mikey and John apparently both have earned a title shot tonight! But what does this mean for the rest of the members of this match?

Connor: I have no idea, but you have to wonder what kind of shape these men are in after this...this...this war! This is clearly not the kind of match where these men will appear on Meltdown or Ascension and be 100%!

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Leon: I'm backstage with EurAsian Champion Titus Avison.

Titus looks a bit worse for wear but has a big smile on his face after that gruelling encounter.

Titus: You know Leon, before this match I heard a podcast, they were talking about me and one of them asked "What's next for Titus Avison? He's done it all."

Leon: That is a good question. What is next for Titus Avison?

Titus: What do you think Leon? What is next for the decorated Hall of Famer?

Leon: Surely you're throwing your name in the hat for Gold Rush?

Titus laughs a rather maniacal laugh. His beaten up body and sweat dripping from his brow makes this far worse than it should be.

Titus: Don't be so stupid Leon. The EurAsian is the top prize by default because I've shown the others what I can do. I have spoken to Becky and Vance and I will not be entering the Gold Rush Tournament. Why go for a prize that's secondary in my eyes? I'm going to do what the I've never done before.

Be a great champion.

Titus walks off leaving Leon looking rather perplexed.

 

[Dave]

A dual camera shot shows Dr. Zeus and The Trinity on one side, and Theron and Tiffany kneeling in prayer on the other.

What started as a dream

Harrys: And here is your winner, and NEEEEEEWWW WZCW WOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THERON DAGGERSHIELD!

Copeland: He did it! Theron really did it!

Connor: Theron Daggershield is the new World champion!

Cohen: I can’t believe what I’m seeing…

Quickly turned to a nightmare

Dr Zeus lets go after seeing Matt hit the floor and quickly re-enters the ring!

Harrys: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THE 2015 LETHAL LOTTERY MATCH....... THE GOOD DOCTOR! DR. ZEEEEEUUUUUUUSSSS!!!!!!

Copeland: We have a winner! By the skin on his hair, Dr. Zeus has done it!

The nightmare quickly became a reality

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest..... And NEEEEEEEEW WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...... THE GOOD DOCTOR ZEUS!!!

Tonight, reality becomes the Apocalypse​

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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Multicolored lights flash as Theron's music plays. He walks onto the stage with his trench coat sunglasses on. He walks to the top of the ramp and poses with his buster sword as pyro goes off. He jumps into the ring and rolls his D20 before he pops off his trench coat and throws it to the crowd to cheers.

Copeland: The former champion, the warrior of the light, Theron Daggershield, makes his way to the ring with a determined look on his face.

Cohen: I'm not sure how he stands a chance here tonight. Light doesn't always conquer the dark.

Connor: Listen to these fans though, surely they can will him to a victory here tonight.

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Dr. Zeus slowly makes his way through the curtain, his World Title strapped around his waist. The boos rain down as Zeus methodically walks down the ramp, his eyes slowly shifting from Theron to the cell hanging above the ring. He makes his way through the ropes and stands in the ring, slowly removing his title and holding it high.

Cohen: Behold the master of darkness. Behold all that is evil. Your future and forever World Champion, Dr. Zeus.

Connor: Jack, how can you condone his behavior?

Copeland: Regardless of his behavior, Dr. Zeus has been a destructive force since his return. He will be a tall task for the The Warblade of Mystra.

Before the cell lowers, Truman Harrys steps into the ring along with Jun Akiyama. Akiyama takes the belt and holds it high as Harrys introduces the combatants.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your main event of the evening, for the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd cheers their approval at the announcement.

Harrys: Introducing first, to my left, from Stephenville, Texas. Weighing in at 190lbs, he is the challenger, The Warblade of Mystra, Theron Daggershield!

The crowd roars as Theron raises his arms above his head and claps with the audience.

Harrys: And to my right, from Portland, Oregon. He weighed in at 265lbs. Ladies and gentlemen, he is the reigning, defending WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, The Good Doctor Zeus!

The crowd boos heavily as Zeus has a sinister smile on his face, his eyes watching the cell slowly lower from the ceiling.

Copeland: Here we go boys and girls, this is going to be a barn burner.

Cohen: I've waited a long time for this one.

*DING! DING! DING!*​

The two men waste no time in advancing to the center of the ring and trading blows. There is no love lost between the two as they trade bombs. They wrap their arms around each others head and just trade shots. Neither man backing down. Eventually they break apart and separate, taking a few steps back from each other. They tie up and Theron secures a side headlock, but Zeus escapes out the back and secures a rear waistlock. He lifts Theron and slams him down, still latching onto the hold. The two men roll around on the mat, Theron trying to break the hold. He eventually turns and winds up in the guard of Zeus. He throws a couple of punches down at Zeus, but the champ bucks him off and the two men are back on their feet. Theron is quicker to the center of the ring, and begins to jab away at Zeus, before he grabs an arm and Irish whips Zeus into the corner. From there he sets up for a couple of big chops to the chest of the good doctor, before he grabs an arm and whips him to the opposite turnbuckle. Theron gets a running start and connects with a splash in the corner, sending Zeus to the mat. The challenger attempts the first cover of the match...One!...But one is all he gets as Zeus is able to kick out with ease.

Cohen: It will take more than that to keep the champ down for three.

Theron drags Zeus to his feet and connects with a few more chops before he smashes an elbow into his face backing him into the corner once again. Theron climbs to the second turnbuckle and and begins to hammer away with punches.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!​

Before Theron can connect with his tenth punch, Zeus slips out from under him and clubs him across the back. He then climbs to the second turnbuckle with Theron, before he wraps his arms around him and slams him with a back body drop. Zeus takes a moment on his knees to check his head for blood before he pulls his opponent to his feet. He starts to headbutt away at Theron, pounding his head into the head of his opponent. After three headbutts, Zeus takes a couple of steps back and charges, taking Theron down with a big clothesline. He then begins to kneel next to his opponent and choke him. As Zeus chokes the life out of Theron, Theron begins to kick and struggle. Eventually Theron grabs a handful of hair out of desperation, causing Zeus to break the hold. Zeus is quick to stick on the attack and hits the ropes to drop a knee. Theron rolls out of the way at the last moment, leaving Zeus to hit the mat hard. Theron takes a few deep breaths before he advances on Zeus and grabs him around the waist. He runs him into the ropes and rolls him up off the rebound...One!...Two!...Zeus is able to kick out just before the count of three though. As both men scramble to their feet, Theron takes Zeus down with a dropkick. Zeus gets back to his feet, only to be taken back down by a second dropkick. Zeus is slower to his feet this time, allowing Theron to to connect with an atomic drop. Theron then throws his hands into an X over his head before he sets up for the Critical Hit. Zeus shoves him away though. He then latches onto a cobra clutch, before picking Theron up and slamming him down with it. He drops a quick leg across the chest before he makes a cover...One!...Two!...Theron kicks out at two.

Copeland: A rather even match thus far. Neither man is able to get the upper hand.

Connor: I still fancy Theron in this one, the crowd is firmly behind him.

Cohen: It is only a matter of time before Zeus unleashes the inner demon and takes this one home.

Zeus drags Theron to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner. A headbutt causes Theron to stumble out of the corner. Zeus grabs Theron by the back of the head and rakes his face across the top rope before he slams him face first into the top turnbuckle. He then grabs Theron and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. As Theron collapses, Zeus grabs his legs and throws him outside of the ring to the floor below. Zeus then climbs onto the apron and waits for Theron to stand. As the challenger gets to his feet, holding his shoulder, Zeus leaps from the apron with double axe handle and takes Theron back down. He stomps away at Theron as he struggles to get to his feet. He then smashes his face against the cell, before he rolls him back into the ring. Zeus slides in and hooks the leg...One!...Two!...But Theron kicks out with no trouble. With a handful of hair, Zeus gets Theron to his feet. A kick to the midsection backs Theron up into the turnbuckle once again, where Zeus starts to hammer away with straight right hands at Jun Akiyama looks on. Zeus decides to Irish whip Theron across the ring, but Theron reverses and sends Zeus into the corner. As Zeus stumbles out, Theron connects with a sidebuster. As Zeus rolls out of the ring holding his back, Theron gives chase. Theron tries to slam Zeus' head into the steel surrounding them, but Zeus gets a boot up to block before he elbows the Warblade and hurries back to the ring. From inside the ring, Zeus taunts Theron, but the challenger doesn't lose his cool. He slowly climbs to the apron, when Zeus charges. Theron connects with a kick through the ropes however, and staggers the champion. Theron then springboards in with a clothesline, causing Zeus to roll out of the ring once again. This time, Theron is quicker to capitalize, and hurries out of the ring and grabs the champ and slams him back first into the cell. He slams him a second time before he Irish whips Zeus into the far cell wall, causing the cell to shake. The fans come alive as Theron advances on the good doctor and connects with a Eurpoean uppercut to set up another Irish whip into the cell. Zeus is able to reverse however, and short arms Theron, leading to a kick to the gut. From there he Irish whips Theron into the ring steps, causing a sickening thud.

Cohen: Now these two are starting to feel the full power of the cell.

Connor: Still neither man is able to gain much of an upper hand, but Zeus will be looking to change that as he has Theron on the ropes after a slick reversal.

Zeus rolls into the ring and paces around, trying to shake out some of the damage he has suffered. Theron uses the ropes to pull himself onto the apron, but Zeus charges and throws his weight into Theron, launching him from the apron into the cell wall. Zeus climbs out of the ring and heads over to Theron. He grabs him and starts to grind his face into the cell, Theron screaming out in pain. He then lifts him to his feet and slams his head on the apron before he Irish whips him into the cell once again. This time though he follows up with a big lariat that knocks Theron down on the outside, as referee Jurou Akiyama orders Zeus to get Theron back in the ring. Zeus obliges the referee and rolls Theron back inside. Before he goes back in himself, he fishes under the ring for something and pulls out a chain. A wicked grin comes over the face of Zeus as he slides into the ring and begins to whip Theron across the back with said chain. As Theron desperately tries to get away, he crawls under the bottom rope. Zeus makes his way over and doubles the chain around the neck of Theron and begins to choke the challenger. Theron fights desperately to free himself, but Zeus is leaning back with all two hundred and sixty five of his pounds to apply force to the choke. Out of desperation, Theron reaches back and grabs the head of Zeus and leaps from the apron, hotshotting Zeus across the top rope. Theron collapses to his knees and desperately gasps for air, until he realizes that the chain is now his.

Cohen: He can't use that chain, that has to be illegal!

Copeland: Turn about is fair play Jack.

Theron slides into the ring and begins to whip Zeus with the chain. The chain comes crashing down on the ribs and the spine of Zeus, who lets out screams of agony. He tries to crawl out of the ring, but Theron follows him and continues to whip Zeus. Theron then wraps the chain around his fist and hammers a shot directly to the forehead of Zeus, busting the champ wide open. He grinds his fist into the head of the champion, opening the cut up wider. He then ditches the chain and drags Zeus to his feet and slams his head into the ring post, then the cell, then the ring post again, then the cell again, before rolling him back into the ring. Inside Theron hits a couple of chops to soften up Zeus, before he Irish whips him into the ropes. He bends over but Zeus counters with a swinging neckbreaker, and both men are down temporarily until Zeus, sporting a crimson mask, rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair from underneath. He rolls back in and smacks Theron across the back. Theron actually pops to his feet in pain, but another wicked shot across the back and Theron has to use the ropes to steady himself. Zeus winds up for a home run overhead swing, but Theron catches him with a kick to the midsection, causing him to drop the chair. Theron then grabs the chair and smashes it once over the back of Zeus. As the champ staggers, Theron connects with a Ruthian blast to the face, knocking him down as the crowd roars their approval.

Cohen: How can these savages applaud this kind of behavior from Theron?

Theron tosses the chair aside and hooks a leg...One!...Two!...Thr-NO! Zeus just gets the shoulder up at two and a half and the crowd thought it was over, as did Theron.

Copeland: We are seeing a seldom seen side of The Warblade tonight. A savage side.

Connor: I think a savage side is exactly what it takes to beat a monster like Zeus.

As Theron asks the ref if his count was indeed two, Zeus rolls out of the ring. Theron gives chase and slams him head first into the steel steps, before he turns and grinds his face along the chain link cell, further shredding the face of the good doctor. Satisfied with the punishment, Theron rolls Zeus back into the ring, but not before he grabs something of his own. He picks up his buster sword and then climbs to the top rope. He sits, perched with sword in hand as he awaits Zeus to stand. As Zeus stands and turns to face the challenger, Theron leaps and connects with a hard shot, knocking Zeus back down. He forgoes a pinfall, instead dragging the champ to his feet and placing him in the corner. He connects with three chops to the chest before he runs to the opposite side of the ring. He then runs and leaps at Zeus, who gets a boot up to stop Theron dead in his tracks. As Theron stumbles around, a vicious throat thrust knocks Theron to the mat, and Dr. Zeus has had enough and calls for the end. He locks in Pulling the Plug, and Theron is in deep deep trouble. He crawls toward his sword, slowly inching his way there. Zeus screams at Theron to tap out, but the warrior of the light refuses to give up. He grabs the sword and begins to smack the hilt into the arms and face of Zeus, causing him to break the hold. Zeus wipes the blood from his eyes as both men are on their feet. They trade a few blows back and forth, but Zeus goes for a kick that is caught by Theron, who connects with a dragon screw. This buys Theron enough time to grab the chain from earlier and wrap it around his fist. With Zeus on his feet, Theron swings wildly, but missing. This allows Zeus to connect with a quick DDT onto the chair from earlier. Zeus collapses as Theron rolls out of the ring.

Copeland: What will it take for either man to gain an upper hand in this match?

Connor: I'm not sure Seabass, but it appears that Theron has been busted open as well.

Indeed Theron is busted open on the outside as blood begins to trickle into his face. Zeus staggers outside the ring, using the cell wall to support himself. He advances on Theron, and throws him face first into the cell wall. The champ then grinds Theron's face into the cell wall like a cheese grater, causing even more blood loss. He rolls Theron back into the ring, but not before he retrieves a baseball bat from under the ring. He rolls inside and just as he is about to swing, Theron catches him with a quick right, causing the champ to drop the bat. The two then begin to trade blows once again, with the larger Zeus getting the upperhand and backing Theron into the ropes. Zeus goes to Irish whip Theron, but Theron reverses and sets up for the Critical Hit, but Zeus counters by pushing him into the turnbuckle. Zeus grabs the bat and swings, connecting to the chest of Theron. Both men collapse, but Zeus drapes an arm over the challenger...One!...Two!...Thre-NO! Somehow, someway, Theron gets the shoulder up. Zeus crawls to his knees and rolls out of the ring, and begins to rummage under the apron for more hardware. He pulls out a bolt cutter and begins to cut a hole in the cell wall, before he tries to clip the chain securing the door.

Copeland: What the hell is Zeus doing?

Cohen: He is the champion, he is going to do whatever the hell he wants.

Connor: I'm not sure, but he better turn his attention back to Theron.

Just as Cat Conner finishes her sentence, Theron clubs Zeus across the back with the bat, causing him to drop the bolt cutters. He rolls Zeus into the ring, where he calls for the end. Theron waits for Zeus to stand, and he hits the Critical Hit! He hooks the leg!...One!...Two!...ThreNO! Zeus manages to just get a shoulder up.

Theron: Stay down. I can save you from your sinful ways Davkas!

Something about what Theron says causes Zeus to spring to life. He gets to his feet, and begins to hammer away with huge right hands, knocking Theron out of the ring. On the outside he places Theron's head in the hole he cut in the cell wall earlier and manages to remove the chain from the cell door. He grabs a chair from under the ring and exits the cell and begins to hammer away at the head of Theron, who is helpless. One, two, three shots to the skull of Theron, whose dead body weight collapsing, pulls him free from his prison. Zeus rolls Theron into the ring but instead of covering him, he grabs the baseball bat from the mat and lifts it high over his head, only for Theron to grab the his leg and lock him in an STF! The Ultimate Weapon! Zeus is in deep trouble as the hold is locked in deep. He crawls to the ropes and latches onto the bottom rope, only for the referee to inform him that there are no rope breaks. Desperately Zeus crawls under the bottom rope, forcing Theron to release the hold. Zeus then begins to climb the cell wall. Theron climbs the cell after him until both men are at the top. With only the ceiling holding them back, then begin to slug it out, teetering dangerously above the floor below. Out of nowhere, Dr. Zeus locks on Euthanasia, his death grip latched onto the throat of Theron. Theron struggles against the grip, but Zeus has it locked on tight. Out of desperation, Theron leaps from the cell wall, with Zeus latched on tight. The two men crash through the mat! Jun Akiyama runs over to the hole in the mat, where Zeus still has Euthanasia locked on tight, Theron passed out. The referee calls for the bell.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, The Good Doctor Zeus!

Copeland: I can't believe what I just saw!

Cohen: Zeus sent Theron straight to Hell to retain his championship!

Connor: Both men are a bloody mess after what will surely go down as a classic. That is all the time we have here tonight though, goodnight ladies and gentlemen.

The crowd boos as Zeus holds his championship belt high as the WZCW copyright information flashes on screen before we fade to black.

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Credits:

Yaz: Zeus vs. Theron, Ryder vs. Veejay, Eve vs. Black, segments
Dave: Tastic vs. Ramparte, segments
Dynamite: Doe vs. Phantoms of Chaos
NSL: 8 man tag, Titus vs. S.H.I.T., segments
Haiku: Showtime vs. Flex
Killjoy: Graphics
Spidey: Pre-show

There is Apocalypse. Hope you guys enjoy. We will make sure to never run a two round cycle again. All in all I think it turned out to be a decent PPV though. Rep the guys for their hard work, and get ready as we head to Gold Rush!