WZCW Presents: Kingdom Come V

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Open in Dodgers Stadium where a beautifully decorated set has an American flag embezzled on it! We pan over the area, a few loud cheers and screams of excitement before we hear a voice reverberate throughout the crowd:

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, we ask you at this time to please rise for America the Beautiful!

We cut to the entrance way where a piano is set up and a familiar soulful figure sits, preparing for his rendition of the anthem:

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A “USA” chant breaks out as the singer stands and takes a bow.

Then, we fade to black, the screams of the passionate crowd now a mere echo. Music begins to hum in the background.

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Suddenly a recognisable voice begins to speak. It seems remarkably familiar but we can’t quite place it...

Los Angeles...

Various shots of landmarks in the L.A. area including the Hollywood sign, stars on the walk of fame and finally the city by night flash on screen.

...The City of Angels...

More landmarks including the Chinese Theatre, Venice Beach and finally Dodger Stadium appear with increasing speed before the camera lingers on the last attraction.

...And tonight....

We fade again, but this time we fade into a close-up of the man speaking, a resident of the Los Angeles area and the first inductee into WZCW’s Hall of Fame; Everest!

...Home of the 5th Kingdom Come!

Everest smiles before the camera fades to black once more. The sound of his voice though continue and the music begins to swell.

Tonight, legends will be made...

We see images of Titus and Everest facing off in the main event of Kingdom Come II.

...Dreams will come true...

Will holds the World Heavyweight Championship high into the air at the original Kingdom Come.

...Heroes will rise...

Kingdom Come III sees Ty Burna holding the Heavyweight Championship amongst confetti laden celebrations.

...And villains will fall!

In direct parallel we see Burna unconscious following defeat to Steven Kurtesy in the main event of last year’s event.

Immortality can be yours...

Mr. Baller receives a standing ovation after his King for a Day elimination, Carmen Bratchny hits the Blunderbuss on Steamboat Ricky, Ben Legend executes his Kodak Moment, Shooting Star Press and Wasabi Toyota crushes Doug Crashin to successfully retain the Tag Team Championships.

...as can infamy.

Anthony Michaels clatters a steel chair off NorCal’s head, Constantine quits at the threat of being run over by Austin Reynolds, Rush suffers a heart attack and Armando Paradyse takes a spill courtesy of Action Saxton and Saboteur.

“Thy Kingdom Come...

The Sacrificial Altar stand across the ring from Team Strikeforce, Dr. Zeus observes Sandy Deserts, Ace Stevens & Vega brawl and Constantine is held up by Wasabi Toyota as S.H.I.T. looks on.

...Thy Will Be Done...

Celeste Crimson and Barbosa get nose-to-nose, Titus locks in an Ankle Lock on Chris K.O., Krypto holds the Powerglove much to Alhazred’s chagrin and Action Saxton & Saboteur stare down Sam Smith & Rush.

...In Earth, as it is in Heaven”

A final shot of the Drake Callahan, “Showtime” David Cougar and Steven Holmes, with the World Heavyweight Championship all glaring at one another. There is a pause as the music reaches its conclusion. Then, we fade and return to Everest.

Welcome to Los Angeles and welcome to Kingdom Come V!

We fade out as Everest looks at the camera, a big grin on his face.

Darkness rules and then new music begins to pump as a graphic begins to take form on the screen:

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AND NOW...
...WZCW PRESENTS...
...KINGDOM COME V!

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We cut to the open air stadium where we see an explosion of pyrotechnics going off around the stadium, around the main entrance way and all along the tops of the arena. As the camera pans across the stadium we see that the ring is already enhanced with the Elimination Chamber set-up for the War Games Match. As the pyro ceases, the fans let their voices be heard; they roar with delight! We continue to capture the sheer emotion of this beginning when we slowly cut to our trio of announcers all dressed to impress for the evening; Sebastian Copeland, Jack Cohen and Cat Connor!

Copeland: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the greatest event in the WZCW calendar; welcome to Kingdom Come V live here from Dodgers Stadium in Los Angeles, California! It is the fifth anniversary of this spectacular event!

Connor: Welcome indeed and a big thank you to former World Heavyweight Champion and Kingdom Come II main eventer Everest for that introduction. Later on tonight we will see footage his very own WZCW Hall of Fame induction. This event is truly a spectacle to behold isn’t that right Jack?

Cohen: You’re damn right CC! Every year it comes and every year my interest, excitement and expectation increases. This is the pinnacle of a year’s hard work and dedication. But now that the formalities are over, what say you, can we get on with it?

Copeland: Let’s do just that as we send it up to Truman Harrys for our first match of the evening!
 
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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a War Games Match! The only way to win is to eliminate every competitor on the opposing team. The match will begin with one member from each team selected at random. Every five minutes another competitor will join the fight. Due to David Whitman winning the man advantage at WrestleZone Weekend, The Sacrificial Altar will be granted the first pod release!

The lights go out.

A musty white spotlight shines down on the entrance stage. Several robed figures surround what appears to be Mason Westhoff in ceremonial priest vestments. They are all chanting and he is on his knees praying. The crowd boos. The chants finally grow silent. Westhoff appears to be mic’ed up as he begins to speak.


Westhoff: Three sinners stand before us. You must answer now with a finite decision. Is there any mercy left for those on Team Strikeforce?

The crowd goes silent. From behind the curtain we hear a familiar voice speak over the PA system.

Mystique: No.


The music picks up and Mystique and D.C. walk out from the back. The robed figures disappear in the dark and Westhoff tears off his vestment as the three men make their way down to the ring.

Harrys: Introducing first, the team of Grand Mystique, Mason Westhoff, and D.C., The Sacrificial Altar!

The crowd boos as they make their way down to the ring.

Cohen: I love it! These three men are on a mission here tonight. To expunge the sins of Team Strikeforce.

Copeland: These "sins" are just fabricated lies for them to justify to themselves what they have done for what has been nearly a year. That is torturing the innocent team of Strikeforce and ruining the lives of all three men, including Derek Jacobs.

Connor: But, no matter which side you choose, The Altar has proven to be the strongest team in recent weeks. And it really helped when The Grand Mystique ran the gauntlet on the Supershow, while Mikey could not. One has to wonder if that is a per-curser of what will happen tonight.

Cohen: I think it is.

As The Sacrificial Altar approach the ring, we see a ringside official open up the chamber door. Westhoff hesitates at the stairs and does a cross on his chest, but then ascends them and enters the War Games Arena. D.C. follows behind him and then Mystique enters the chamber as well. We see D.C. walk around the edges of the chamber as he brushes his fingertips along the chains that make up the wall. Westhoff is inspecting the pods, while we see Mystique enter into the ring and just look around the chamber. The crowd has not let up their boos as Mystique takes in the atmosphere, all the while the spotlight from earlier remains on him. However, suddenly it shuts off and the music goes silent. The crowd begins buzzing in anticipation.

Another spotlight shines on the entrance stage and we see what appears to be Ricky Runn in camo pants and a soft-green t-shirt tucked into his pants. Runn begins to run in place at the top of the ramp. The crowd cheers wildly for Runn, but then they really pop when the famous actor R. Lee Ermey (Gunnery Sergeant Hartman from Full Metal Jacket) comes out in his sergeant uniform. He stops in front of Runn and turns to face him.

Hartman: Runn!

Runn stops running in place and stands straight up.

Runn: Yes sir?!

Hartman: Quit running like your damn arms are made of spaghetti. Are you a piece of pasta boy?

Runn: No sir!

Hartman: Well, then why do you run like a bowl of five cheese ziti!?

Runn: I don-

Hartman: DID I TELL YOU TO SPEAK PRIVATE?!

Runn: No sir! Well kin-

Hartman moves closer to Runn.

Hartman: Son, you are about 2 seconds from having my boot so far up your ass that it’ll make your airport visit seem like a Happy Endings Massage.

Hartman takes a step back as the crowd pops.

Hartman: Now listen, you done failed your team you damn hippy. You lost the man advantage. You couldn’t hold your dick like the great Darren Shaper. So, I don’t want to see your metro ass out here. Get the big guns!

Runn: Yes sir!

Runn hesitates.

Runn: Oh, now?

Hartman: Get back there you damn hippy!

Runn runs off the entrance stage and Hartman follows behind him.

Hartman: Move it hippy!

The crowd cheers, but take it up a whole other level when they hear some familiar music.


Lights flash all over the arena as a large clanking sound emerges from behind the curtains. The curtains get pulled aside and out comes a tank! The crowd pops and we see the tank stop at the top of the ramp. The cannon gets aimed on the left side of the arena and fires out some fireworks into the open air! This receives a huge pop from the crowd and so does the next two shots fired in the air. Suddenly, the top of the tank pops up. Mikey Stormrage and James Howard pop up out of it with army helmets on. Mikey has his retro "Game Over" shirt on while Howard has his traditional ring gear, but with some gold trim for extra flare. They hop out of the tank and then we see Derek Jacobs rise out of the tank with his fist held high. The crowd pops and it appears he is dressed in full camo tonight. He hops out of the tank and follows his teammates down the ramp.

Harrys: And the challengers, the team of Mikey Stormrage, James Howard, and Derek Jacobs, Team Strikeforce!

We see Mikey shake his hair and roar in anticipation. Howard jabs the air to prepare and Jacobs just eyes the steel structure before them. The ringside official opens up the chamber and allows Strikeforce to enter.

Copeland: Thousands of fans are on their feet as the army has arrived. The feud between these two has definitely been nothing short of a war.

Cohen: You are exactly right Seabass. These two teams have been at each other’s throat for nearly a year. It all started with Mikey vs. GM, but now it has consumed so many lives in the process. This feud will always be remembered as one that affected not just the participants, but many around them.

Connor: But here tonight, it is winner take all. Will Team Strikeforce be able to vanquish their enemies or will The Sacrificial Altar be re-strengthened by a marquee victory as a unit. And while they do fight as units tonight, one cannot forget that this match is elimination style. Meaning that it could come all the way down to just two men if it has to.

We return our attention to the chamber and we see The Sacrificial Altar talking amongst themselves, and then we see Strikeforce doing the same. Finally, we see Mystique and D.C. both heading towards their respective pod. Strikeforce break from their own huddle and we see Mikey and Jacobs heading towards their own respective pod. This means that Westhoff and Howard will start off the War Games Match. The crowd is buzzing as Howard pops his neck in preparation. Westhoff just rotates his wrists as he watches his opponent. With a loud clanking noise, the outside official closes the chamber and locks it.

Cohen: That chamber door will open when a participant is pinned or submits. They will be pulled out of the match so that it can properly continue. Other than that, there is no way out.

The referee inside of the ring looks at both men and gets a respective nod. With that, he takes a big gulp and signals for the bell. The match is underway and both Westhoff and Howard walk out of their corner and begin circling the center of the ring for the feeling-out process. Howard holds out his arm so that Westhoff can grab it, and he does. However, as soon as Westhoff grabs it, Howard twists it into an armbar. Howard wrenches the arm instantly and Westhoff groans in pain. Howard then sends a barrage of kicks into the side of Westhoff until he drops down onto his knees. Westhoff tries to stand back up, but Howard sends a stiff knee-strike into his chest. This time, Howard releases his arm and drops to a crouched position as he spins and sweeps out the legs underneath Westhoff, sending him falling on his back. Howard pounces on Westhoff with an elbow to his chin and then hooks the leg for an early cover,

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Connor: Howard jumped out of the gate with fire.

Cohen: It’s going to take more than a few strikes to take down Brother Westhoff.

Howard gets up from the failed pin attempt and pulls Westhoff up by his hair and arm. Howard whips him into some ropes across the ring, but Westhoff grabs onto them to stop himself from bouncing off. Howard notices this and runs after Westhoff to strike, but Westhoff ducks his shoulder and flips Howard over and out of the ring. Fortunately, Howard lands on the steel grates feet-first. Westhoff is temporarily turned around from sending Howard over and is unaware that Howard landed on his feet. The crowd pops as Westhoff turns and gets a shoulder block into his stomach from Howard on the outside! The blow causes Westhoff to bend over the top rope, which allows Howard to grab his head and pick him up for a suplex over the ropes and onto the steel grate back-first! The crowd pops again! Howard slowly gets up from the move as it appears he caught some recoil from the maneuver. Mikey is in a pod nearby and we see him slapping on the plexiglass to cheer Howard on. The camera shows Mystique’s face in another pod on the other side of the chamber.

Connor: Can you imagine what it is like to watch your ally or enemy get beaten in front of you and all you can do is watch from behind glass?

Cohen: Well, I think one might relish seeing your enemy get beat, but I don’t know how I would feel watching my ally suffer.

Howard picks up Westhoff into a dazed standing position. He grabs the back of his head and runs him into the pod that D.C. is in nearby. Westhoff falls to the ground after the blow. D.C. scoots back in his pod. Howard reaches back down and pulls Westhoff up and presses him up against D.C.’s pod back-first. Howard goes in to grapple high, but Westhoff side-steps the former tag champion with great finesse. He gets behind him and reaches back for both of Howard’s arms. Howard feels bamboozled as he flails his feet to prevent the maneuver, but it is too late. Westhoff pulls him over his back and drops him head first on the steel with a backslide driver! The crowd cringes as Mikey slams on his glass in frustration. Westhoff remains on all fours as he tries to catch his breath. He decides to roll under the ropes and into the ring, but he grabs Howard’s leg in the process and drags him slowly into the ring with him. Westhoff positions him flat on his back and stands up near Howard’s head. He then leaps from where he is standing and drops a leg drop on the neck of Howard! Howard rolls away in pain while he groans and holds his neck.

Copeland: The backslide driver on the steel and the leg drop. Every time Howard takes a shot to his neck I cringe. For any of you that don’t know, it was a neck injury that put James Howard on the shelf via The Sacrificial Altar several months ago.

Westhoff walks over to where Howard is and picks him up by his head. Howard pops up with a stiff punch to the face of Westhoff, but Westhoff fires back with a punch of his own that causes Howard to bend over. Westhoff follows up with a two-handed axe handle that drops Howard to his knees. Westhoff reaches down and yanks Howard off of his knees and throws him into a set of ropes on the other side of the ring. The momentum carries Howard back straight into Westhoff’s arms for a snap powerslam! The crowd boos as Westhoff stays on for the cover,

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Copeland: Westhoff is wearing down the body of James Howard! Chip by chip.

The crowd pops at the kick out and Westhoff just shakes his head in disgust at the referee. Westhoff proceeds to kick Howard a couple times before the lights suddenly go dark in the arena. Everyone in the crowd knows what is coming. Lights begin to flash over the two Altar pods that Mystique and D.C. are in.

Cohen: Here it comes! The man advantage that Whitman won for The Altar at WrestleZone Weekend is finally going to pay off and it could not have come at a better time. Howard is already wailing from the attack by Westhoff, but now the numbers will be stacked against him.

The flashing light finally stops and a lone light shines on D.C.’s pod. The crowd boos as D.C. jumps up and down in preparation. We see an official outside of the chamber slide the pod door open and D.C. exits the pod. He hops into the ring and looks down at Howard. Then he looks up at Westhoff and both of them nod at each other. They both exit the ring and go up to the chamber wall. Both men begin to brush their fingers along the chains that make up the wall.

Connor: What are they doing? Howard is lifeless in the ring, but they are looking at the chains?

Copeland: I smell something fishy.

It seems as though D.C. has found what they are looking for as he calls Westhoff over to where he is. Westhoff comes over and both men grab the chain that D.C. is pointing at. Westhoff tells D.C. to pull on three. Both men yank on the chain, but nothing happens. They go at it again and this time a strip of the chain rips off! Westhoff tugs on the other end to pull it off completely.

Cohen: They’ve ripped off a part of the chain wall! I don’t believe it! No DQ’s in this match and this is brilliant.

Westhoff and D.C. re-enter the ring and it appears that Howard is slowly getting to his feet. D.C. comes up to him with the chain and wraps it around his neck to begin choking Howard! The crowd boos furiously as Howard tries to grab the chain to relieve pressure, but D.C. is pulling back tightly. Westhoff begins kicking Howard in the gut as D.C. chokes his life away. Mikey is absolutely furious as he begins kicking at the plexiglass his pod is made of. We see Jacobs banging on his own pod and Mystique just watching from his.

Copeland: Good god, that are going to kill Howard!

Slowly, but surely, Howard begins to sink to his knees as D.C. chokes him down. Westhoff stops the kicking and just watches as one-half of Strikeforce falls to the ground. D.C. removes the chain and both of them stand tall over him. D.C. drops down to his knees to go for the pin, but Westhoff grabs his shoulder. D.C. shoots him a confused look.

Westhoff: He is mine to vanquish.

D.C. stands up.

D.C.: Does it really matter?

Westhoff: It does to me.

Westhoff drops to his knees and goes for the pin, but D.C. grabs his shoulder this time. Westhoff looks highly annoyed as he stands and stares at D.C.

D.C.: What’s your beef with me man? Why does it matter who takes the pin? Are we not one single unit?! HUH?!

Westhoff gets frustrated as he grabs his hair, but he looks over D.C.’s shoulder and spots Mystique’s face. Westhoff holds out his hands in a calming motion to D.C..

Westhoff: Fine. Just make the pin.

D.C. hesitates, but then crawls over Howard for the pin. The referee kneels down for the count,

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Connor: Yes!

Copeland: The disagreement between and D.C. and Westhoff must have given Howard enough time to recover!

The crowd is shocked as it appears Westhoff and D.C.’s minor squabble allowed Howard to spring to life with the kick-out. Westhoff yells at D.C. to pick him up and yanks the chain away that is still in D.C.’s hands. D.C. follows orders and pulls Howard up to where he is in prime position for Westhoff to hit him with a punch. Westhoff proceeds to wrap his right hand with the chain.

Westhoff: I’m going to enjoy this.

Westhoff heaves back his fist and goes in for a jaw-slitting punch, but Howard ducks out of D.C.’s arms. D.C. eats the punch and falls back on the ring mat. Westhoff is stunned, but Howard looks to waste no time. He runs up to Westhoff, who turns to face him, and pulls his legs out from under him to drop him on his back, which causes the chain around Westhoff’s hand to loosen and fall off. Howard falls down on top of him and delivers a series of punches to the side of his abdomen, but slowly works way up to Westhoff’s head. Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right! Howard is going crazy with punches as the crowd roars behind him. He finally pulls off of Westhoff and crawls over to the chain he dropped earlier. He takes it and wraps it around his own right fist. However, as he turns to address Westhoff, he finds that Westhoff has quickly gathered himself back to his feet. Not only that, but D.C. has found himself on his feet as well as both TSA members stand side-by-side as they face the former MMA fighter with a chained-fist. Westhoff charges abruptly at Howard, but eats a forearm smash. D.C. steps up, but Howard dropkicks D.C. onto the ground. The crowd is going crazy as Howard returns to his feet. He sees that Westhoff and D.C. are both trying to quickly recover, so he makes a split-second decision and runs over to a turnbuckle where an empty pod is. Howard leaps up on the turnbuckle and quickly ascends to the top. He then reaches up and grabs the top of the pod to pull himself up. However, he catches a snag when D.C. comes up from behind him and grabs his leg to prevent his actions. Howard tries to shake him off, but eventually just boots him in the shoulder to send D.C. stumbling backwards. The crowd cheers as Howard pulls himself up onto the pod. He sits in a crouching position as he looks down at both Westhoff and D.C.. Both of them are unsure on how to adapt to the current situation.

Howard: I’ve got all day boys, you’re the ones whose time is running out!

Connor: Brilliant move by Howard, he is fastened himself on top of a pod as he waits for one of his teammates to be released.

Cohen: Brilliant or cowardly?

Copeland: Brilliant.

Westhoff and D.C. both look over at Mystique in his pod, but Mystique just looks up at Howard and then back at them, never muttering a word. Westhoff walks over to the turnbuckle that is in front of the pod Howard is on. Westhoff begins to climb it, but he quickly retreats as Howard jabs down with a steel-chained fist. Westhoff backs away and realizes he is going no where near the former MMA fighter.

Connor: Howard is like a crouching tiger playing the waiting game. He has forced the TSA into a stalemate!

Westhoff kicks the ground in frustration as he paces in the ring to think. D.C. just stares at Howard on top of the pod. We see D.C.’s eyes shift as he looks at the chain-link walls. He looks over at Westhoff and calls him over. Westhoff obliges and D.C. mutters something to him. Westhoff looks over at Howard and then at the sides of the pod. He nods.

Westhoff: Let’s do it.

Westhoff and D.C. split up and each man goes on a separate side of the pod. Howard watches them cautiously as he remains in his crouched position. Very slowly, Westhoff and D.C. begin to climb the chain-link walls on the sides of the pod. The crowd begins to get excited as D.C. and Westhoff slowly make their way up to Howard. Howard holds his fist out as he prepares to strike. D.C. gets up their first and Howard swings at him to connect with a shot that almost sends D.C. off the wall. D.C. flails one of his arms as he holds onto the chains with a single hand. Westhoff reaches up to grab Howard, but Howard responds by shoving Westhoff back. Westhoff falls slightly down the wall, but catches himself from falling completely. Howard turns to deal with D.C. again, but as he sends a punch his arm gets caught. D.C. has a hold of him and Howard begins to panic. He looks behind him and Westhoff is climbing up the side of the pod. The crowd is buzzing and Howard is gritting his teeth as he tries to pull his arm free from D.C.

Cohen: Howard is coming down baby!

*DARKNESS*

The lights go out in the arena and the crowd goes silent. However, they pop loudly as white flashes begin to hover over Mikey and Jacobs’ pod. The camera shows Jacobs shaking his arms in preparation, and then it shows Mikey pleading that it is him to be released. Finally, the light stops and it is Derek Jacobs! The crowd pops as the pod is opened and Jacobs storms out of it. He gets into the ring and makes his way to the side where Westhoff is still on the wall. We see Westhoff trying to climb down as quick as possible, but Jacobs catches him before he gets down. To great approval from the crowd, Jacobs back-hand chops Westhoff’s back, sending a rippling reaction through his skin. Jacobs then pulls Westhoff down and into his hands. He lifts Westhoff high over his head in an impressive display of strength before dropping the reverend down on the steel grate with a military press slam! The crowd loves it!

Copeland: Jacobs was betrayed by the TSA months ago. They labeled him as a sacrifice, but here he is to get his revenge. Here he is to be the equalizer!

Meanwhile, we see D.C. still has Howard’s arm. D.C. won’t release and finally drives Howard off of the pod and down into the ring feet-first. Howard lets out a sigh of relief as he lands. He looks as though he is doing a balancing act as he raises from a crouched position with his back turned to the pod he was just on. He then turns around to check on D.C.’s condition, but much to his horror, D.C. is on top of the pod now! D.C. leaps off the pod and nails Howard in the chest with a crossbody! He lands on top of him for the pin,

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Jacobs breaks it up via a boot to the back of D.C.. D.C. tries to crawl away, but Jacobs follows after him. D.C. climbs to his feet and turns around, but Jacobs is there with an eye-rake to the new member of TSA. D.C. grabs his eyes in pain as he staggers back into a nearby turnbuckle. Jacobs comes in to continue the assault, but D.C. catches him with a stiff uppercut to the jaw. This causes Jacobs to stumble backwards, and allows D.C. to climb up the turnbuckle. He stands on top of the top rung and leaps off as Jacobs starts coming back. He hits him with a missile dropkick!

Cohen: That D.C. is really something else. Whatever ring rust that was here in his initial return was shaken off very quickly.

Connor: I can't disagree. He is agile and powerful, which is a very lethal combination.

D.C. rises to his feet and grabs Jacobs by his arm and head to pull him into a standing position. He whips the bounty hunter into the ropes on the opposite side, but gets no return. Westhoff pulls on the top rope outside of the ring and causes Jacobs to flip over it and land on the steel grate. Westhoff begins furiously stomping on Jacobs. D.C. turns his attention to Howard, who is now slumped in a corner with the chain still wrapped around his fist. As D.C. approaches, Howard lunges out of the corner and goes for a hook, but D.C. dodges and gets himself behind Howard. He grabs him from behind, but Howard reaches up and reverses it into a snap-mare. He picks D.C. up from behind and grapples his waist. He then spins the two of them around, and executes a german-suplex onto D.C. in the middle of the ring. He bridges it for the pin as the crowd cheers!

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Connor: So close!

The camera shows Westhoff looking up from where he has been stomping Jacobs. It seems that he was completely unaware of the close call. He looks over at Mystique and only receives a glare for what could have been a huge screw-up. The glare enrages Westhoff and he reaches down to pick Jacobs up. He grabs the back of his head and presses Jacobs face-first into the chain-link fence. Jacobs groans in pain as Westhoff begins grating his face like cheese against the steel chains. The crowd cringes as Jacobs’ forehead quickly bust opens and his face grows red with blood. Howard sees this happening and runs over to help his ally, but Westhoff hears him coming. He releases Jacobs and turns to send a huge big boot over the ropes and into the face of Howard, who is at the ropes! Howard tries to block it with his chained-wrapped hand, but it only hurts him worse as Westhoff boots it into his face. He crumbles on to the ground and the crowd boos. Westhoff smiles at his handiwork and turns his attention back to Jacobs, who is cut open like a stuck pig. Westhoff reaches down for the kneeling Jacobs and pulls him up to his feet. He backs up his dazed opponent into one of the glass pods. Westhoff slaps Jacobs face, but Jacobs responds by shooting a bloody lougie into the face of Westhoff. The crowd pops as Jacob’s will. Westhoff wipes the spit away and turns away pissed. He shakes his head “no” and then returns his attention to Jacobs with a charge. Westhoff lowers his shoulder and almost cuts Jacobs in half with a Divine Intervention spear that sends Jacobs crashing through the glass pod! The crowd is in disbelief! The camera shows Mikey holding his head in shock and then shows Mystique finally smiling for the first time tonight.

Copeland: Jacobs just got speared through the plexiglass! Good god! Someone needs to check to see if he is even still alive!

The camera shows Jacobs’ bloody face as he lies on the wreckage from the spear. Westhoff slowly stands up off of him. It appears that Westhoff’s arms got cut-up in the process of the spear. However, he has enough strength to reach down and drag Jacobs’ lifeless body over to the side of the ring. He then steps inside and pulls him in under the ropes, where the camera angle reveals that bits of glass are actually sticking in the cheek of Jacobs. Westhoff looks over at Howard, but Howard appears to still be wailing in pain from the colossal big boot he got earlier. Westhoff drops down and covers Jacobs. The referee is concerned for Jacobs’ well-being, but he makes the count anyway,

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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, Derek Jacobs has been eliminated!
 
The crowd boos as Westhoff scoots back from Jacobs and remains in a sitting position. Some of Jacobs’ blood is smeared across his face and torso. The chamber opens up and several officials enter to help Jacobs. They slowly pick him up and basically have to carry him across the ring. Very slowly they get him through the ropes on the entrance/exit side and walk him out of the chamber. The crowd at ringside claps for him as Westhoff still remains sitting. Suddenly, Westhoff finds his face being shoved down onto the mat as Howard comes up from behind. Caught completely off-guard, Westhoff frantically tries to wiggle free as Howard begins tying the chain around Westhoff’s wrists like handcuffs. He finally gets it done, but he has to jump off of Westhoff to greet an approaching D.C., who has just recovered. Howard runs right into D.C., who lifts him up for a spinning sitout spinebuster! Howard grabs his back in pain as D.C. rises to his feet. He looks over and sees Westhoff yelling out for D.C. to help untie his arms. D.C. goes to do it, but he spots Howard returning to his feet. D.C. runs back to Howard and hits a couple punches to his forehead. Howard staggers backwards, but D.C. steps up and pulls Howard’s head in for a grapple. He lifts the former tag-team champion and nails a quick snap-suplex. Howard grabs his back in pain as he slowly tries to crawl back to his feet, but D.C. is already up and is making his way over. He shoves his boot in Howard’s face, which only prompts Howard to crawl faster and climb up to his feet. D.C. assaults him all the way into a corner before sending a stiff kick into his gut. Howard slumps back in pain as D.C. steps away for a moment. He raises his hand in triumph, but the crowd hates him for it. D.C. goes back into the corner in a full charge. He goes for a spear, but no! Howard jumps up and causes D.C. to go shoulder-first into the ring post. Howard lands behind D.C. and takes a few steps out. He turns back towards D.C. and sees that he is now resting back-first in the turnbuckle. Howard runs towards him and climbs up for a shining wizard! The crowd gasps at the sound of Howard’s knee hitting D.C.’s jaw.

Connor: Nice and crsipy!

Howard steps out of the turnbuckle and goes to grab D.C.’s head, but he sees that Westhoff has finally made it to his feet and is charging towards the turnbuckle. Howard hurdles over Westhoff, who still has his hands chained behind his back, and causes him to go shoulder-first into his ally, D.C.. Westhoff backs out and apologizes to his teammate, but unfortunately for him he backs right in to Howard! The crowd pops as Howard knees Westhoff’s back and causes him to bend backwards. Howard takes advantage of the situation and hits the TKO! The crowd is going absolutely insane as Howard rises to his feet. He looks at D.C. in the corner and shuffles his feet for a super-kick out of nowhere to the side of D.C.’s face! The blow causes D.C. to flip out of the ring and onto the steel grate on the outside!

Cohen: Where the hell did that move come from?!

Copeland: It’s Kingdom Come, you can’t hold anything back!

The camera shows Mikey celebrating as Howard covers Westhoff for the pin,

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The crowd pops again as Howard rises to his feet in celebration.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, Mason Westhoff has been eliminated.

Connor: Howard has evened the odds!

*DARKNESS*

The crowd knows what is going on as the light shines on Mystique’s pod. Howard holds up his fists as the pod is unlocked and Mystique steps out of it. The crowd is booing heavily as Mystique steps over the top rope and enters the ring. A thousand flashes go off in the stadium as we see Mystique standing across the ring from Howard. All the while, we see Mikey watching helplessly in his pod. The camera cuts to show us Westhoff being helped out of the chamber. The officials helping him take off the chain wrapped around his wrists and toss it down. Only Mikey notices it as the chain lands right next to his pod. Mystique temporarily looks over as his original ally is being courted out of the match, but then the chamber door closes behind Westhoff and the officials. The camera also shows D.C. laid out on the outside of the ring.

Copeland: It was only a couple weeks ago that these two men met in the ring in a gauntlet match. It was then that a fresh Howard lost, but now here with a damaged body, one has to wonder if Howard will even have a chance against the universal evil, Grand Mystique.

Cohen: His days are numbered Seabass.

Connor: It was Grand Mystique that orchestrated everything that ruined Strikeforce’s lives. It was Grand Mystique that ordered the attack on James Howard that broke his neck. Don’t count out Howard just yet, because he has a whole hell of a lot left to fight for.

The exhausted Howard steps up to Mystique and begins jabbing at him, but Mystique fires back with a headbutt to the forehead of Howard. This causes Howard to stumble back and nearly collapse to his knees.

Copeland: I know he has the will, but the body of James Howard is frail and damaged.

Mystique walks over to Howard and pulls him up by his hair. Mystique then sends a thumb into the eye of Howard for a painful eye gouge. The crowd cringes, but several of them cheer for Howard to fight back. Howard staggers back from the gouge and finds himself up against some ropes. Mystique steps up to him and pulls him in for an atomic drop! Howard reaches for his tailbone in pain, but remains standing. Mystique reaches in and lifts Howard up and over his head! Howard shows little resistance due to exhaustion, which allows Mystique to hurl him out of the ring and up against the chain-link wall on the outside. Howard hits it hard and crashes down onto the steel. The crowd boos as Mystique steps over the ropes to where Howard is at.

Copeland: Good god, he’s throwing Howard around like a meat bag!

Mystique picks Howard up by his hair and looks over at one of the nearby pods that Mikey is in. Mystique takes Howard and with two hands he flings him into the pod! Howard flips in the process and crashes to the ground. Mikey slams his fist against the glass in frustration. Mystique stares coldly at him, but then turns his attention back to Howard. He picks him up once more and straight into a lifting position. Mystique drops Howard on the steel with a protoplex!

Connor: It is like a bad car-wreck. You cringe, but you just can’t look away.

Mystique grabs the arm of Howard and begins dragging him towards the ring. He steps through the ropes and pulls Howard under the bottom of them. Mystique drops down and pins Howard,

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Cohen: I don’t believe it! Impossible!

Copeland: Still some life in James Howard!

The crowd is stunned, but delighted, as Mystique looks coldly at Howard. Mystique rises to his feet and picks Howard up with him. Mystique looks over and sees that D.C. is finally coming too. He drags Howard over to the turnbuckle closest to his ally. D.C. shakes out the cobwebs and enters the ring. Mystique sprawls Howard out and allows D.C. to stomp him in the corner a few times before finally letting go. Once again, the camera shows Mikey fuming in his cell. He yells in anger as he begins to pace inside of his pod.

Connor: Guys, no one has said it yet, but that pod Mikey is in seems like it is about to pop. I would not want to be on the receiving end of the beat down he is going to administer upon his release.

D.C. grabs the slumped Howard and pulls him out of the turnbuckle. He hooks an arm around his neck and in-between his legs as he pulls Howard up and back for an exploder suplex! Mystique just watches nearby. D.C. goes for the cover,

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The crowd pops again as James Howard just won’t die!

Connor: Oh my goodness!

Cohen: Wow.

Mystique is furious now as he pushes D.C. back and picks Howard up. He shoves Howard’s head in-between his legs and looks out at the crowd. They boo him mercilessly. Then, he looks at Mikey Stormrage in his pod across the ring. Mystique takes his thumb and slides it across his throat. Mikey shakes his head “no” and backs up to one side of his pod. He then rushes to the other side and slams up against it. The glass rattles upon impact.

Cohen: What is that overweight hippo doing?!

Mystique hesitates as Mikey steps back again and charges at the glass once more. It rattles again! The crowd is really hyped up now as Mikey steps back for a third time. He charges the glass and a corner of the top part pops out of the placeholder.

Connor: Haha!

Mikey looks up and sees this. Mystique is in disbelief as he shoves Howard away. Mikey backs up in his pod once more and goes shoulder-first into the plexiglass!

*BOOM!*

The glass breaks and Mikey is out of his pod to what is an unrivaled pop so far in the early part of the night. D.C.’s mouth is ajar as Mystique shakes his head “no” in continued disbelief. Mikey reaches down near his pod and picks up the chain the officials dropped earlier. With a serious look on his face he stares at Mystique as he slowly wraps the chain around his fist. He finishes wrapping the chain and then cups his mouth with his hands.

Mikey: IT’S CLOBBERIN TIME!

With that, the crowd roars behind him as Mikey runs to the ropes and leaps over them to enter the ring in what is an unheard of display of fitness for the rotund superstar. Mystique runs up to him but Mikey winds up his fist and POW RIGHT IN THE KISSER! Mystique gets a mouthful of steel chain and falls back onto the ring mat. D.C. comes in for a quick attack, which leaves little room for Mikey to use his fist. Instead, Mikey grabs D.C. and executes a belly-to-belly suplex that places D.C. back-first, over the ropes, outside of the ring, and onto the steel grate! Mikey pulls the chain off of his hand and begins swinging it around. He walks over to Mystique, who is climbing to his feet with the aid of some ropes. He swings the chain at Mystique, but Mystique rolls out of the way. Mikey recovers by going after Mystique again, but it’s another failed attempt as Mystique rolls out the way. Mikey decides to discard the chain as he tosses it out of the ring. He runs up to Mystique and catches him with a stiff European uppercut! Mystique eats it and stumbles backwards. However, Mystique steps back in and delivers his own punch to the face of Mikey. Mikey eats it and shakes the cobwebs out as he returns with another punch of his own. Mystique staggers back, but comes back with his own! Mikey repeats the gesture! Back and forth they go as the crowd cheers for and boos for each shot. Finally, Mikey gets a stiff shot into the face of Mystique that looks like a winner. This causes Mystique to flail backwards and nearly fall down like a giant redwood, but at the last second he steps forward and sprays out a blood mist that blinds Mikey! The crowd boos as Mystique pulls in the blinded Stormrage only to pick him up and drop him down on his knee for a backbreaker!

Copeland: If you ever want to see what hate looks like, just look at these two men. I don’t believe there are any two people that hate each other more in this company than Grand Mystique and Mikey Stormrage.

Mystique reaches down and pulls Mikey up by his hair. He picks him straight up onto his shoulders. Mystique steps into the center of the ring and drops Mikey down with a samoan drop! Mikey grabs his back in pain and rolls over on his stomach as the blood mist remains on his face and eyes. Mystique climbs to his feet and looks over at the crumbled up Howard inside the ring and the wailing D.C. on the outside. He decides to pay them no more attention and walks over to the legs of Mikey. He reaches down and grabs the legs of Mikey as he roars and lifts Mikey in what is an amazing sight. He slams Mikey back down on his back with a wheelbarrow suplex!

Cohen: Would you look at that. That may be the move of the century!

Mystique rises to his feet and roars! He walks over to Mikey and puts a foot on his stomach for a pin attempt,

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Mikey lifts his shoulder and slightly rolls away to break up the count. Mystique wastes no time and grabs Mikey to pull him up into a standing position. Mystique whips him hard into a turnbuckle across the ring. Mikey falls into it back-first and groans in pain. Mystique heads towards him, but Mikey, after a quick shake of his head, charges out of the turnbuckle and hits Mystique with a crossbody out of nowhere! Mikey stays on top of him for the pin,

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Copeland: Almost a two-count there by the former tag-team champion.

Mystique rolls away from Mikey and crawls to his knees. Mikey follows close behind on his feet as he frantically tries to wipe away as much mist from his eyes as he can. Mikey gets to Mystique and reaches down to grab one of his arms. He pulls it through Mystique’s leg and barely lifts him up for a pump-handle slam! Mystique crashes down on his back as Mikey drops to his knees and goes for the pin as the crowd pops,

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Connor: A 1 and then a 2. He is slowly getting there.

Connor is right, and Mikey knows it. He shakes his head and squints his eyes as he slowly picks Mystique back up. The crowd roars in glee as Mikey scoops Mystique into a prime position for Game Over! The crowd loves it as Mikey walks around the ring a little bit with Mystique in his arms. As Mikey prepares to execute the move, he feels a cold elbow being jabbed into his side via Mystique. Mikey shakes his head “no” and fights through the pain, but two more elbows from Mystique is enough to make Mikey drop his nemesis. Mystique drops down onto his feet and shuffles around to be behind Mikey. Before Mikey can even react, Mystique grits his teeth and pulls back on the large waist of Mikey for the Big Bang!

Cohen: Big Bang! Big Bang out of nowhere!

The crowd is horrified as Mystique goes for the cover,

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The pin is broken up by a flying James Howard who jumps on top of Mystique to save his teammate!

Connor: YES YES! Saved by Howard! YES!

Copeland: What a lifesaver! Two buddies looking out for each other!

The crowd is cheering wildly as Howard breathes heavily over the body of his partner. Mystique has rolled away from the two-count and has begun to pull himself up with some ropes. Meanwhile, Howard grabs the arm of Mikey and pulls him up to his feet. Mikey is in a daze, but quickly shakes his head to re-find his composure. The crowd roars as Team Strikeforce stands side-by-side. Mystique stares at them coldly by the ropes. Mystique yells out,

Mystique: You are nothing!

Mystique rushes the team with a double clothesline, but they duck. Once Mystique turns back around to face them, both Mikey and Howard send a kick into Mystique’s gut. Then, they both step in and hook one of his arms around their head. Then, they reach down and grab his trunks. The crowd is going insane as Mikey and Howard look at each other. They both nod and then lift up. Mystique goes airborne as Team Strikeforce execute a beautiful double-suplex! Mikey and Howard both crawl over and place a hand on the universal evil’s chest as the referee slides in for the count,

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The crowd comes unglued as they eliminate Mystique from the match!

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, Grand Mystique has been eliminated!

Connor: Yes! The big one falls!

Copeland: It took both of them to put down the man who made their life a living hell, but they did it! They did it!

The crowd continues cheering as Mikey and Howard remain on their knees. Mikey actually cracks a smile as Howard wearily stands up. Mikey looks up at his partner and watches as a pair of boots come out of nowhere and sends Howard down. Mikey quickly jumps up and sees D.C. slithering up to him. Mikey tries to grab him, but D.C. slithers past him and hooks a leg underneath him to pull him in for a quick-roll up. D.C. grabs the tights of Mikey as the referee slides in for the pin,

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Connor: No!

Cohen: Yes!

The camera shows several members of the crowd holding their head in disbelief.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, Mikey Stormrage has been eliminated.

D.C. backs away after the pin concludes and Mikey quickly rises to his feet. He grabs his hair in frustration and tries to go after D.C., but the referee pushes him back. Meanwhile, we see Howard returning to his feet and shocked to see that his partner got eliminated. Mikey keeps yelling.

Mikey: No damnit it! Not like this!

The referee forces Mikey to follow after the officials that are pulling Mystique out of the ring. Mikey reluctantly exits the ring and leaves the chamber. However, he remains outside and puts his hand up on the bottom of the chain-link wall.

Mikey: I’m going to be right here buddy! Finish him!

Howard and D.C. now remain inside the chamber as the door gets re-locked.

Copeland: Talk about a whirlwind of emotions. First, Team Strikeforce finally puts down Grand Mystique for a feel-good moment, and then D.C. slithers in and eliminates Mikey Stormrage.

Cohen: I love it!

Connor: And now, with only two men remaining, only one fall must be scored to win the match.

The camera gets a close up from Howard and we see him breathing heavily. Exhaustion is clearly shown on his face. Then, we see D.C., who is also breathing very heavily. The camera shows D.C.’s back and there are several scrapes and scars from landing on the steel grate that have started to ooze blood. Both Howard and D.C. slowly step into the center of the ring. They begin circling it until they both go for a grapple at the same time. D.C. gains the advantage and maneuvers himself to the back of Howard. However, Howard reaches up and pulls D.C. over his shoulder for a snapmare in similar fashion as he did earlier. Howard quickly shuffles to the side of the sitting D.C.. Howard then proceeds to send a series of kicks into the chest of D.C.. He is forced to eat each one as the crowd counts along,

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After the tenth one, D.C. grabs his chest in pain as it glows red. Howard heaves back his leg and sends a stiff kick into his opponent’s head! The crowd pops as Howard goes for the cover,

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Cohen: Yes!

Connor: D.C. is the snake that just won’t die!

Copeland: Both of these men have to be at their limit. How much more can they give?!

Howard gingerly stands up to his feet. He looks over at Mikey on the outside. The camera shows Mikey watching his buddy.

Mikey: Finish him James!

Howard nods and stumbles over to a nearby turnbuckle. He ascends it to the roaring approval of the crowd. Once on top he turns to face the ring. He spots D.C. slowly rising from the ground. D.C. crawls to his knees.

Connor: For nearly a year, The Sacrificial Altar has made Strikeforce’s life a living hell.

D.C. stands on one foot while his other leg is still knelt.

Copeland: All the torment, all the pain!

D.C. gingerly rises to his feet, turned away from Howard.

Connor & Copeland: All of it ends now!

D.C. turns around and Howard leaps off the top turnbuckle for The Chaos Theory!

Cohen: CHEMI-KILL! CHEMI-KILL!

D.C. catches the head of Howard on the way down and drops him with his finisher, Chemi-Kill!

The crowd is stunned as it feels like the stadium got the life sucked out of them. D.C. crawls on Howard for the cover as Mikey watches in horror from the outside. The referee slides in for the cover,

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The crowd erupts in a symphony of boos as D.C. lays over Howard’s lifeless body with his arm raised in victory.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the War Games Match, The Sacrificial Altar!

TSA’s music blares through the PA system as the camera shows Mikey’s shocked face on the outside. He slowly removes his hand from the chain-link fence.

Copeland: What a match!

Cohen: What a finish!

Connor: Nearly a year of torture does not have a happy ending for Team Strikeforce. They came so close, but it was the newcomer for TSA that sealed their fate.

Cohen: I imagine now that D.C. gets a promotion from Grand Mystique. Don’t you think so Seabass?

Copeland: It would almost have to be guaranteed with his performance here tonight.

Connor: Despite the sour ending, I could not think of a better way to start out our night with great in-the-ring action. Just look at some of these marquee moments during the match.

We go to a replay of several spots from the match.

We see D.C. jumping off the pod for a crossbody to Howard.

We see Westhoff spearing Jacobs into the pod.

We see Strikeforce executing a double-suplex onto Grand Mystique.

Finally, we see D.C. catching Howard with the Chemi-Kill.

The camera shows Mikey looking inside the chamber from the outside. He then looks up at the sky, before slowly lowering his head. With that, we see Mikey Stormrage slowly walk up the entrance ramp with his head lowered. The camera shows D.C. standing in triumph, and Howard down on his back. Then, the final image we get is of Mikey walking up the ramp with his head lowered. The crowd doesn’t know how to react as the screen slowly fades to black.
 
Copeland: Ladies and gentlemen we now ask that you turn your attention to the Jumbotron for a special presentation.

Sebastian Copeland walks onto stage at the Dolby Theater and takes positions himself in front of a podium.

Copeland: Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Over the years we here at WZCW have witnessed many superstars walk through the curtain. Most burn out due to the rigorous schedule and brutal in ring combat, but a select few ascend to the highest peak in the wrestling world. We are here today to celebrate one of the greatest superstars to ever step foot into the squared circle. Having never stepped into the ring myself, I don't feel that I am qualified to truly speak on his achievements. So here tonight in the Dolby Theatre, the home of the Academy Awards, I can think of only one man worthy of that honor. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Titus!

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The entire audience, a mixture of WZCW personalities, various celebrities, and fans, erupt in applause as Titus makes his way on stage. He takes a few moments to wave and soak in the applause before he takes his place at the podium.

Titus: Thank you everyone. I have my fair share of experience here on this stage, but tonight isn't about me. Tonight is about a man who climbed the highest mountain in this company so to speak. A man who overcame the odds, even when the deck was stacked against him. A man who I know from personal experience is one of the toughest customers to step foot in our ring. A man who I once called a foe, but now I can call a friend. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the first inductee into the WZCW Hall of Fame, The Pinnacle of Perfection, Everest!

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The crowd erupts into an even bigger uproar than before. As Titus walks to greet Everest he extends his hand. Everest pulls Titus in and sets him up for a Rock Slide, only to then hug him. The two share a laugh as Everest takes his place at the podium.

Everest: Thank you everyone. I really have no words. This is an absolutely breathtaking experience. When I won the WZCW Heavyweight Championship I thought it was the greatest achievement of my life. Tonight I have been proven wrong. None of my battles with Joseph Rios, Steamboat Ricky, or even Titus could prepare me for how overwhelmed I was when I got the call and was told I would be the first member of the WZCW Hall of Fame. I love this company and it means the world to me that they bestowed this honor on me and that I can represent the company as the first member of their Hall of Fame. Thank you again, to the fans, to the guys in the back, to everyone. It means the world.

ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!

Everest smiles and bows to the audience before walking off stage.

As the video ends Titus is at the top of the ramp, this time in his ring gear in preparation of his EurAsian title match later in the night.

Titus: Ladies and gentlemen, please give another warm welcome to Everest!

Everest steps from behind the curtain, he and Titus again sharing a hug. The crowd of nearly sixty thousand packed into Dodger Stadium shake the foundations of the building as they cheer. Everest holds out his fist and his WZCW Hall of Fame "Class of 2013" ring sparkles.

ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!

Everest takes the microphone from Titus.

Everest: Never say never.

Titus raises the hand of Everest as the crowd grows even louder.

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Thank you for your generosity.
Now get out of my sight before you shall experience my ferocity!


The driver does what Zeus asks, heading into the driver's seat and taking off. Zeus cracks a smile as he wheels his bed off camera.

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Copeland: Don't forget to check out WZCW's "WrestleZone" Weekend that was held outside the Dodger Stadium over the weekend where we had autograph signings, exclusive interviews, fan Q&A's and even had some classes for the fans such as how to construct a wrestling ring, character performances classes & the 'Body-Slamming' competition.

Connor: It was a lot of fun and I enjoyed visiting as a casual fan. So much stuff to do and see, as well as the matches that were put on by some of the WZCW superstars!

Cohen: The Street Fight between Matt Tastic and Alex Bowen was truly my favourite and it definitely deserved to main event the show, other than myself, of course.

Copeland: You couldn't even draw a stick figure, Jack.

Cohen: Hey!

Copeland: Anyway, make sure you check it out as the "WrestleZone" Weekend will be replaying after this PPV and before every replay of Kingdom Come V. Well... it seems that the ring workers have gotten the arena back to normal after that hellacious War Games match so let's get to it!
 
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Harrys: The following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the ELITE X CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd roars in excitement at Harrys' announcement.

Copeland: Our first title match of the night and it’s for the hotly contested Elite X Championship!

Cohen: Hotly contested? Constantine is wrestling with a walking cardboard box and a man that weighs about as much as a 14-year-old.

Connor: You shouldn't underestimate S.H.I.T. and Toyota, Jack. I doubt Constantine will.

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S.H.I.T. emerges at the top of the entrance ramp to an overwhelmingly positive reception from the Kingdom Come audience. The mechanical man doesn’t seem to notice that tonight is more special than any other night, and proceeds to make his way to the ring without any pomp or circumstance.

Harrys: Introducing first, from Mechanical Mecca, weighing 230 pounds, S.H.I.T.!

Connor: Well you may not like him, Jack, but S.H.I.T. is my pick to win this match. S.H.I.T. is relentless, S.H.I.T. is unstoppable, and S.H.I.T. will not be denied this opportunity to win its first championship.

S.H.I.T. climbs into the ring and walks to its corner before turning its attention to the entrance ramp as it waits for the next competitor.

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A massive shadow is cast on the stage of Kingdom Come, a shadow of a six foot tall, five-hundred pound monster. The figure seems to be walking forward, but with each step, the shadow becomes smaller and smaller. It is not long before the slender figure of Wasabi Toyota graces the Kingdom Come audience with its presence, and the man from Japan gets a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Harrys: Introducing next, from Matsumoto, Japan, weighing in at 130 pounds, WASABIIIIIIIII TOYYYYYOOOOOTAAAAAA!

Wasabi nimbly hops up and down the entrance ramp, waving to his supporters in the audience. He slides underneath the bottom rope and into the ring where he continues to waves to his supporters.

Copeland: Here’s my odd’s on favorite. Wasabi may not be the imposing force he was when we last saw him, but what he lacks in girth he makes up for in quickness, and he still seems able to pull off many of the moves that made him a success in the first place!

Cohen: Oh he has a shot to win all right… so long as a strong gust of wind doesn’t blow him out of the stadium!

Wasabi bows to his opponent, S.H.I.T., before backing up to his corner. Everyone knows who is coming down the entrance ramp next.

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Harrys: And finally, making his way to the ring from The King’s Court, weighing in at 265 pounds, he is your ELITE X CHAMPION, CONSTANTINE!

With his hair tied back in a ponytail and the Elite X Champion wrapped around his waist, Constantine makes his way out to the entrance ramp where he receives a nasty response from the WZCW faithful, though a handful of fans cheer for the Elite X Champion, perhaps as a sign of respect for all of his accomplishments.

Cohen: And this is my choice to win this match. John Constantine is going to win the Elite X Championship and leave WZCW with gold around his waist.

Copeland: Now Jack, there’s no guarantee that Constantine is definitely leaving WZCW. These are just rumors.

Cohen: Oh it’s true, Constantine told me himself, right after he told me that there was no way he was going to drop this title to either one of these jokes that are standing in the ring with him.

Connor: That’s interesting, because at WrestleZone Weekend he was on record saying that he has a great deal of respect for these opponents…

Cohen: Constantine is a politician, CC, of course he said that! He’s just being as diplomatic as possible before he comes out here and wipes the floor with these clowns.

Connor: Or maybe he’s just trying to leave WZCW with some shred of decency after nearly a year of acting like an ass.

Copeland: Once again, there’s no guarantee that he’s leaving.

Constantine is now standing on the middle turnbuckle in the Northwest as he observes his kingdom, for perhaps the last time. The crowd continues to boo him though he spots a few supportive fans and acknowledges them with a nod. He hops back into the ring and hands the referee his belt.

The referee calls both men and the machine to meet him in the middle of the ring. He seems to explain a few things to him before telling them to return to their corners, and then he raises the belt high above his head so that the world knows what’s at stake. He walks to the ropes and hands the belt to an assistant, and then calls for the bell.

Copeland: Ladies and gentlemen, the first championship match of the night is underway!

All three competitors circle the ring, each waiting for one of the others to make the first move. Constantine feigns an advance towards S.H.I.T., but pulls back when S.H.I.T. doesn’t seem to take the bait. Toyota starts to step towards the robot next, but quickly retreats as S.H.I.T. raises its arm to strike. Constantine seems to call out to Toyota and cocks his head towards S.H.I.T. Wasabi seems to understand what Constantine is getting at, and both quickly move towards S.H.I.T. The technological marvel throws a punch at Constantine, but this allows Toyota to hit S.H.I.T. with a strike of his own, and soon both Constantine and Toyota are beating up on S.H.I.T.

Connor: An early alliance develops between Toyota and Constantine. It looks like they’ll try to wear down S.H.I.T. and make this into a one on one match.

Cohen: Brilliant move by Constantine to eliminate the heavier threat before going after the lightweight.

S.H.I.T. is on one knee know as Toyota and Constantine keep piling the strikes on. Constantine calls to Toyota to lift the robot up, and soon both men have a robot arm in their hand as they Irish whip S.H.I.T. towards the ropes. They crouch, ready to hit S.H.I.T. with a double backbody drop or perhaps a double suplex, but the robot sticks its arms out and clobbers both men with a double clothesline instead! The crowd jumps to their feet as the fan favorite is poised to take control. Toyota is still on the ground, but Constantine gets up, so S.H.I.T. puts him back down with a European uppercut. As Constantine falls, Toyota rises, and S.H.I.T. hits a European Upercut on Toyota this time. Both Toyota and Constantine start to get to their feet at the same time, so S.H.I.T. hits the ropes, looking to hit another double clothesline, but Toyota and Constantine duck under the robot’s outstretched arms and flip him over their backs for a back bodydrop! S.H.I.T. hits the canvas hard and rolls out of the ring.

Toyota takes a moment to catch his breath, but this proves to be a mistake as Constantine clocks him with a closed fist. The referee warns Constantine, but the reigning Elite X Champ immediately goes to work on the grounded Toyota, stomping away at the former Sumo Champion. After making sure his opponent isn’t getting up, Constantine backs up to the rope and rebounds off of it before dropping a knee in Toyota’s gut. Constantine gets down and covers up his opponent.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Copeland: The first pin attempt of the match, and Constantine is just one away from three.

Cohen: His plan is working perfectly! S.H.I.T. is out of the way, and Constantine is dominating Toyota!

Jack Cohen’s words hold true as Constantine has Toyota locked in a headlock and is using his other arm to grind Toyota’s face. The crowd boos at Constantine’s underhanded tactics, but this doesn’t seem to phase the champion at all. Toyota attempts to get to his feet, but Constantine uses his weight to bring the Japanese hero back down to the mat.

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The crowd claps for Wasabi to get back up, and Wasabi seems to be empowered by their support. Wasabi is able to twist away from Constantine so that the champ’s weight isn’t directly on top of him, and he starts to get back to his feet. Constantine attempts to pull Wasabi back down, but Toyota is having none of it. Toyota throws an elbow into Constantine’s gut, and then another, and then another. Elbow after elbow is placed in Constantine’s stomach and the match’s biggest man is finally forced to release the hold. Wasabi hits the ropes and rebounds at Constantine before slamming an elbow into his chest… but Constantine doesn’t budge! Wasabi tries it again, and again Constantine remains on his feet. Wasabi goes for one last running elbow attack, but Constantine sidesteps the attack and hits Wasabi with a chop! Wasabi clutches his chest as Constantine looks to add another strike, but Wasabi hits Constantine with a chop of his own! Constantine backpedals, but is quick to return the favor with another chop. Back and forth the chops go with each man’s chest getting redder and redder with each swing of the arm.

Constantine and Toyota keep on chopping away, but suddenly a loud cheer breaks out from the crowd. The two soon realize that they are no longer alone in the ring as S.H.I.T. has climbed back into the ring. Their chests glowing red, Constantine and Toyota look at each other and give each other a nod, knowing that they must put their differences aside to once again toss the robot from the match. Both men take a step forward, but then Constantine stops! Toyota continues forward a few more feet before noting he is now going in at S.H.I.T. by himself. He looks back to Constantine with a look of rage on his face, but that look soon turns to one of pain as S.H.I.T. locks his opponent in a nerve hold.

Connor: What a cowardly move! Constantine tricked Wasabi Toyota!

Cohen: You mean, "what a brilliant move," Cat!

Wasabi Toyota howls in pain and drops to his knees as S.H.I.T. locks his claw on the inner shoulder, and Wasabi is helpless to escape. Constantine uses this opportunity to charge at a defenseless S.H.I.T., but the robot has the wherewithal to release the hold on Toyota and lock one in on Constantine! Toyota rolls to the corner and props himself up against the bottom turnbuckle, temporarily safe from the robotic wrath of S.H.I.T. He clutches his shoulder and looks on as Constantine struggles to escape the nerve hold.

Connor: S.H.I.T. is making a statement upon his return to the ring, and has slapped on vicious nerve holds to both of his competitors.

Cohen: How can these people cheer for a robot that wants nothing except to hurt humans? Don’t they realize that they’re next?!

S.H.I.T. releases the hold as Constantine falls face first to the mat, drained from the hold. Instead of making the cover, S.H.I.T. turns its attention to Wasabi Toyota. Toyota sees S.H.I.T. shifting its attack towards him, and decides to make the smart play and move away from the corner. Free to move about the ring now, Wasabi dodges a lariat from S.H.I.T. The machine turns around and attempts an overhead chop on his opponent, but again Wasabi dodges the attack. S.H.I.T. goes into full attack mode and begins swinging its arms forward like windmills, and with each chop comes a dodge from Wasabi Toyota!

Copeland: There’s no way Wasabi Toyota would have been able to dodge these attacks 350 pounds ago, but look at him now!

Unfortunately for Wasabi Toyota, he is running out of real estate as he is backed into a corner by S.H.I.T., and he seems doomed to take a Piston Chop to the skull. S.H.I.T. continues its advance as Toyota braces himself for impact. S.H.I.T. is no more than a foot away from Toyota as he swings his arm forward one last time... but Toyota slides down from the turnbuckle and grabs S.H.I.T.’s legs. He rolls him up for a pin!

ONE!

Kickout!

Toyota is quick to pop up and hits a dropkick to the face of the sitting S.H.I.T., putting him down again. He goes for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Wasabi backs up to the nearby corner and leaps to the middle turnbuckle. He measures S.H.I.T. as the robot reaches its feet, and then he launches a double axehandle attack from the middle rope. Toyota seems poised to bring his fists down on the robot’s head, but instead S.H.I.T. is able to catch Toyota and put him in a bear hug!

Copeland: The Bearhug is a classic Wasabi Toyota move, and S.H.I.T. is using it against him right now! Without his layers of fat to protect him, how long can Toyota hold out?!

Wasabi is nowhere near a rope, and Constantine still seems to be passed out from the nerve hold as he lies underneath the ring rope on the ring apron. Wasabi attempts to squirm out of the bearhug, but is S.H.I.T.’s grip is too tight. In a desperation move, Toyota headbutts S.H.I.T. It’s impossible to tell if the move had any effect on S.H.I.T. as his face is expressionless, but that doesn’t deter Toyota from throwing another headbutt S.H.I.T.’s way. This time the robot gives us a clue to his physical state as he drops to his knees, but the bearhug is still locked in. Toyota throws one more headbutt, and S.H.I.T. releases the hold. S.H.I.T. climbs back to its feet, but is soon met with a bearhug from Wasabi Toyota!

Copeland: The balance has shifted again, and now it is Wasabi Toyota that has S.H.I.T. in a bearhug!

Connor: And John Constantine is still out cold.

Wasabi Toyota seems to defy physics as he lifts S.H.I.T. off the ground and grips him tight in the submission hold. S.H.I.T. thrashes and squirms, but Wasabi Toyota has spent many years mastering the bearhug, and he is not going to let a robot best him by breaking out of the hold. S.H.I.T. attempts to land strikes on Toyota’s back, but The Matsumoto Mauler absorbs the attacks. Within a few more seconds, it becomes apparent that S.H.I.T. is beginning to fade as his limbs go limp. The ref asks S.H.I.T. if it wants to submit, but it does not get a response. This prompts the referee to lift S.H.I.T.’s arm to see if the machine is still conscious, but the machine’s arm falls back to the side of its body.

ONE!

The referee lifts S.H.I.T.’s arm again, and again it falls without any resistance.

TWO!

The referee goes to lift S.H.I.T.’s arm one more time. If it falls, then Wasabi Toyota will be the victor. The arm is up, and it starts to fall…





But then John Constantine hits Wasabi Toyota in the back of the knees with a chop block that knocks both Toyota and S.H.I.T. to the ground! The referee waves off the count and the match continues!

Wasabi attempts to get up to fight back, but Constantine is fresh and has a dominant position. He stomps away at Toyota’s legs before picking one up and slamming the knee into the mat. Toyota rolls over and clutches his knee, but this only serves to help Constantine as he scrapes the bottom of his boot across Toyota’s face. Toyota clutches his face in pain leaving his midsection open for a knee drop from Constantine. He goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Cohen: I told you he’d be back! With S.H.I.T. worn out from that bearhug and Toyota on the ground, this is Constantine’s match!

Constantine gives Toyota some space to get up only to pick him up by his waist and drop him for a sidewalk slam. He makes another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Constantine wipes the sweat off of his brow as he looks down at Toyota. An evil grin crosses his face as he grabs Toyota’s leg and drags him to the middle of the ring. He flips Wasabi over with relative ease before smashing his knee into the canvas again. He then lifts that same leg but instead drops a knee over it, and then wraps his arms around Toyota’s face.

Copeland: STF! Constantine has the STF locked in!

Toyota is stuck in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go and no way to break the hold. His eyes close and his teeth clench. He uses his hands to try and create some space between his chin and Constantine’s arms, but the champion refuses to give an inch. It seems like Toyota is doomed to submit right in the center of the ring at the biggest event of the year… but then S.H.I.T. grabs Constantine’s arm and wraps its legs around it and clutches Constantine’s head!

Connor: And now S.H.I.T. has the Industrial Strength Vice locked in! Wasabi Toyota is out of the STF and John Constantine is into the LaBelle Lock!

It’s Constantine’s turn now to resist the urge to tap out and end the torture that is S.H.I.T.’s submission hold. As he is trapped in the middle of the ring in a deadly hold, Toyota has managed to crawl out from underneath the wreckage. He shakes the cobwebs out before rebounding off the rope and dropping a leg across both Constantine and S.H.I.T! The politician and the robot are able to recover from the move relatively quickly and get back to their feet as Wasabi Toyota does the same. The three men now stand, together, in a small triangle in the middle of the squared circle.

The crowd roars with cheers as the three competitors take a moment to access the situation, as the realization sets in that the end might be near.

Copeland: Their bodies are beaten and tired, their wits, running thin, and the proposition of winning the title seems to be a more difficult goal to achieve with each passing second. It’s going to come down to which one of these three warriors has the mental fortitude to fight through the pain and claim what is rightfully theirs.

S.H.I.T. shoots first as he throws a kick to Toyota’s leg, and Constantine does the same. Toyota drops to his knees, and S.H.I.T. throws a European uppercut at Constantine that sends him stumbling backwards. Toyota pops back up and his S.H.I.T. with a throat thrust, and S.H.I.T. returns the favor with another kick to the legs. Constantine takes a running start and throws an elbow into the side of S.H.I.T.’s head, and Wasabi gets up and hits Constantine in the chin with a headbutt that causes the Elite X Champion to stagger backwards, grabbing his mouth in pain. Blood can be seen trickling through his lips and it looks like he might have gotten busted open from that headbutt. Wasabi looks to capitalize on this, but is soon met with a roundhouse kick to the back of his head from S.H.I.T. dropping the Japanese wrestler to the ground.

Constantine looks at S.H.I.T. with fire in his eyes and recklessly charges at it. S.H.I.T. is unable to calculate an appropriate response, and Constantine takes him out with a vicious lariat. Constantine calls for him to get back up and charges S.H.I.T. again, but this time S.H.I.T. sidesteps the attack and drags Constantine to the mat with a neckbreaker. S.H.I.T. knows that this won’t be enough to keep Consantine down, so it climbs the nearby turnbuckle and gets to the top rope. It doesn’t hesitate for a moment before it dives off the top rope headfirst towards Constantine. S.H.I.T. crashes down to the mat looking to land Mechanical Mayhem on John Constantine, but the robot gets nothing but mat as John Constantine rolls away from the attack. Constantine reaches a knee before slowly regaining a vertical base, but this moment of peace his short lived when Wasabi Toyota wraps his arms around Constantine’s waist and hoists him up for a belly to back suplex… but Constantine blocks it! He uses his superior weight to stomp down on the ground and block the move. Toyota attempts the move again, but this time can’t even get Constantine off the ground. Constantine grabs one of Wasabi’s arms and whips him into the nearby ropes. Toyota comes rebounding off the ropes full speed and runs right into a…

Cohen: AXIS OF EVIL! AXIS OF EVIL! HE’S DONE IT! CONSTANTINE IS GOING TO RETAIN THE CHAMPIONSHIP!

John Constantine lifts Wasabi Toyota off the ground and spins him around before driving him spine first into the mat. Constantine takes no chances as he makes sure to hook the leg and roll onto Toyota’s shoulders for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THWACK!

S.H.I.T.’s arm comes crashing down across Constantine’s neck, and the Elite X Champion lifelessly rolls off of Toyota’s body. S.H.I.T. makes the pin on Constantine.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The referee calls for the bell and S.H.I.T. crawls to its knees. The assistant hands the ref the belt as Harrys makes the announcement.

Harrys: The winner of this match and your NEW ELITE X CHAMPION… S.H.I.T.!

The crowd gives S.H.I.T. a hero’s cheer as the robot’s hand is raised and the title is gifted to him by the referee. The emotionless robot examines the belt carefully before it raises it in the air for the entire world to see.

Copeland: There’s no way of knowing whether or not S.H.I.T. is happy with this victory, or if it even feels happiness, but this announcer believes that even S.H.I.T. understands that this is a huge accomplishment for it and deserves to be celebrated!

Connor: What a match! Just when it looked like Constantine was going to leave as champion, S.H.I.T. manages to take the match and the title at the last second!

Cohen: That… damned… robo… GAH!

Wasabi Toyota has rolled out of the ring and is now leaning against the security barricade as he looks up at the new Elite X Champion. Constantine is still out cold on the mat, probably unaware that he is no longer a titleholder. S.H.I.T. is in the middle of the ring, admiring his new title, and soon throws the belt over its shoulder before making its way out of the ring and up the ramp. The audience continues to cheer for the new champion as it makes its way backstage. Toyota soon follows suit but is met with much less of a reception from the audience.

It is just now that John Constantine begins to stir in the ring. He grabs his head in frustration, and it is now apparent that he is aware that he lost. He rolls out of the ring and shakes his head. A faint “Thank you Constantine” chant can be heard from one corner of the arena. As Constantine beings to walk up the ramp the chant gets louder and louder as it seems to catch on throughout the entire arena. By the time he gets to the top of the ramp the entire arena is chanting.

“THANK! YOU! CONSTANTINE! THANK! YOU! CONSTANTINE! THANK! YOU! CONSTANTINE!”

A sincere smile crosses John Constantine’s face and he gives a wave to the WZCW audience before disappearing backstage.

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We cut backstage to the parking lot where a limousine pulls in and the camera gets in position to capture this supposed celebrity. The door opens, and Celeste Crimson exits. The fans boo intensely as the Submission Mistress stands, smirking. She is dressed as if attending a celebrity gala and even wears sunglasses too.

Cohen: Our queen has arrived!

Connor: And where she is...

Now, joining her out of the limo is her partner in crime and reigning World Heavyweight Champion Steven Holmes. He is dressed in a similar manner, glasses also being worn by him. They are dressed like an actual Hollywood power couple.

Cohen: The king isn’t far behind!

Holmes too receives hellacious booing even for the pre-recorded video. The devious duo link arms and look at one another before engaging in a passionate kiss. Holmes then turns and pulls the World’s Heavyweight Championship out of the limo, throwing it over his shoulder before they begin to strut to the arena.

Cohen: What class. What style. They truly are WZCW’s answer to Burton and Taylor or Brad and Angelina.

Connor: Oh please...

Erik, their bodyguard and Steven’s brother exits too, but stays with the car, snapping his fingers as two arena employees begin to take the couple’s bags from the vehicle. As Celeste and Holmes pass the cameraman, a reporter off screen reaches out with a microphone.

Reporter: Mr. Holmes!?! Ms. Celeste!?! Any comment on this evening’s show thus far?

Holmes turns his attention to the report and chuckles ever so slightly, offering nothing but sheer arrogance as the couple enter the backstage area. Erik then approaches the cameraman and reaches out to cover the camera with the palm of his hand.

Erik: Get that out of here...

We cut briefly to darkness before returning to the arena.
 
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Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Copeland: Dr. Zeus debuted not long ago showcasing an unhealthy obsession with Sandy. The seeming psychotic has shown to have a history with Sandy's one time mentor and former World Champion, Steven Kurtesy. Sandy has had to fight off this seemingly unstoppable monster that has yet to be beaten.

Dr. Zeus slowly walks out, very slowly with a hospital bed in tow containing straps on for restraint. He wheels down the bed to ringside but as he leaves it to go in, WZCW ringside workers come in to take it. But Zeus doesn't seem to even notice.

Harrys: Introducing first, from Portland, Oregon, weighing 265 pounds, The Good Doctor, ZEUS!

Cohen: Have you guys stopped to listen to this man's theme? It's like glitched music out of some kid's Gameboy.

Connor: A Game-what?

Copeland: Wow Cat. We'd call it a 3DS these days.

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Gold dust begins to shower the entire stadium as Sandy slowly walks out to a pop. She blows some more gold dust ahead before walking down the long aisle.

Harrys: And his opponent, from the Night's Watch, weighing 143 pounds, "The Sandman," SANDY DESERTS!

She stops by ringside, shooting looks that could kill at the “good doctor”. She suddenly rushes into the ring attacks Zeus with a flurry.

-Ding Ding Ding-

Copeland:And we're on our way as Sandy quickly goes on the attack.

Connor: She's gonna have to. She's dealing with one very unpredictable foe in this so called “good doctor”.

A series of chops are the offense of choice for Sandy as she tries to keep the advantage. Zeus reacts to the damage and is unable to counter but seems somewhat unreacting to the blows. Sandy remains relentless however and a Swinging Neckbreaker finally knocks down the man. Not willing to stop, Sandy mounts Zeus and continues to pound away forcing referee Elizabeth Prince to pulls her out and reprimand her. But as she does this, Dr. Zeus simply pops back up. He's no mere pup.

Cohen: Wow. Zeus seems dead set on getting Sandy to tell him where's Kurtesy.

Copeland: But for what exactly?

Sandy notices and without hesitation goes right back on the attack. More chops follow as Zeus attempt a Lariat only for Sandy to dodge and run the ropes. A second attempt also misses before Sandy hits a low Dropkick dropping the good doctor down for Sandy to follow up with a Springboard Axe Handle. She locks on the Sweet Dreams. A Cobra Clutch for a submission attempt.

Connor: Would Zeus actually tap out?

Copeland: Well, he could also could pass out. Sandy really needs to weaken this nutjob and that's exactly what she's doing. She needs to stay on him.

Cohen: Yeah, but what happens if Zeus manages to gain control?

Referee Elizabeth Prince checks and asks to see if Zeus will submit getting nothing but a cold, unreactive stare. He's not out. Just not reacting. He tries to get to his feet using his clearly larger frame to his advantage. Sandy stays locked on as he finally gets to his feet. He drags her and attempts to ram her to the turnbuckle, but Sandy gets out of dodge leading Zeus to crash and burn finally getting a reaction of pain from him. She runs the ropes and comes back as Zeus wheelbarrows her up but gets Bulldogged down himself leading Sandy to a cover.

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Sandy look at Prince with frustration but she reiterates “it was only two”. Sandy is aware of how clear the call was, but the frustration is still there. She gets back up and once again hooks the Sweet Dream on the former doctor. “Do you give up?” asks ref Prince as Zeus struggles to get back up and responds “I will not submit. I will not quit. Not one very BIT!” Zeus flips Sandy slamming her on the canvas hard. She gets back up and tries to press the advantage but gets met with a thrusting chop right to her throat stopping dead in her tracks as she almost has to struggle to breath. Zeus grabs her and delivers a powerful Backbreaker to finally take control of this match as Sandy tumbles down in pain.

Connor: Oh boy. I was afraid of this.

Cohen: Looks like the mad doctor is prepped for a proverbial surgery.

Copeland: Given what we've seen out of him, it might not be so proverbial.

Zeus grabs his foe by her long flowing hair and pulls her back up. Whipping to the corner where he just blatantly begins to choke her. He pushes her up the turnbuckle. All the way to the top as Elizabeth Prince tries to intervene. Zeus turns around with a deathly stare sending the ref retreating. But that's enough for Sandy to regain her composure and jump with a Seated Senton landing on the madman. Sweet Dreams goes on again, but Zeus flails his way up and pushes back driving Sandy onto the corner. He charges and a Spinning Wheel Kick crushes her sending her tumbling to the ground.

Cohen: I say Sandy should pack it in now.

Copeland:She's a fighter and she's getting through to the madman. She's not gonna back down.

Zeus stands Sandy up and locks his own Sweet Dream clutching on in the center of the ring. But soon enough, he Suplexes her to the mat again. He goes for a cover.

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Sandy kicks out as the fans pop for her. The doctor slowly and methodically gets up as a frustrated Sandy gets up in anger. Meeting Zeus with a series of chops to the chest. An Irish Whip sends him to the ropes and is met back with a Springboard Moonsault from the Sandman herself knocking him down. She points to the grounded man and sets up for her finish. But as she's about to hit her Goodnight kick, Zeus catches it and hits a Samoan Drop on her. He once again grabs her by her locks to drag her back up.

He grabs her by the throat with the Euthanasia as she begins to panic at the nerve hold. She slowly begins to fade away and falls to one knee as Zeus screams for Kurtesy at her. But before she completely fades, she blows her gold mist straight at his face blinding him and sending him away. With Zeus blinded, she tries the Goodnight kick again. But ends up caught in the Euthanasia again even though Zeus is blinded!

Copeland: What the hell!? But he can't see a blasted thing!

Cohen: It's as if he just assumed where she'd be!

Sandy struggles, but now that Zeus knows he has her, he stands upright and keeps a steady grip as she falls. Eventually passing out. Elizabeth quickly calls for the bell and tries to pull him away allowing Sandy some room to breath.

Harrys: Here is your winner, The Good Doctor Zeus!

Sandy drops and rolls to the outside, almost unconscious. As referee Prince goes over to raise his hand, he bats it away and immediately exits, leaving the choking Sandy behind, pacing fast up the ramp.

Copeland: Oh thank God. I thought he was going to go after Sandy.

Cohen: I wouldn't so sure he is leaving, Seabass.

Zeus quickly disappears into the back as Prince checks on Sandy, seeing if she is okay. A few seconds later, Zeus comes back out with the same hospital bed that he towed out at the start of the match. Prince sees this and goes to warn Zeus but he begins running with the bed, letting momentum carry the bed to a high speed. Prince acts quickly and pulls Sandy to safety as the bed crashes into the ring apron at a high velocity.

Connor: He could have hurt Sandy & a WZCW official! What the hell is he thinking?

Cohen: He's not normal, CC. All he wants is answers, by any means necessary.

Zeus appears snapped as Prince tries to stop him but he shoves her aside as he goes after Sandy who is still trying to recover. Prince then calls for help as she runs to the back with Zeus going after Sandy. He wraps his arms around the neck of Sandy from behind, dragging her flailing body to the hospital bed that is at ringside, attempting to put her on it. She kicks it, causing it topple over. Zeus looks very annoyed at this, locking in a proper sleeper hold on Sandy now. She does her best to escape the hold but he has it locked on very tight, knocking her out within a matter of seconds as he tightens the grip. Zeus loads up Sandy onto the bed, strapping her into restraints very easily as she is knocked out. He makes sure they are secure before heading over to the commentator's desk.

Copeland: Look out!

All three commentators jump out of their seats, as well as everyone around the table as Zeus grabs a steel chair, shutting it close.

Connor: Somebody stop him! Jack, get in there!

Cohen: I would Cat but this guy is bloody nuts! I'm going to need back-up.

Copeland: Don't look at me!

As Zeus heads over to the bed, more officials come out to try and stop Zeus but he cracks one of the officials over the head with the chair, showing no remorse as he gets to the bed. The other officials are hesitant to come near Zeus.

Connor: Did he... did he just hit an official with a chair?

Zeus puts the chair down as another official decides to come into contact with Zeus but he holds out his hand, choking the official with Euthanasia before throwing him back. He turns his attention to Sandy who is beginning to wake up, realising what situation she is. She looks at Zeus, wanting to punch him ever so badly but she cannot due to the restraints. She looks over to the officials.

Sandy: Stay back, let me handle this.

Zeus grabs Sandy by the checks, forcing her to look at Zeus before letting her go.

Zeus: I'm only going to say this once you pathetic pipsqueak.
Where is the man that you hide and that I seek?


Sandy looks at Zeus as he stares at her with hate-stricken eyes. He expects an answer and looks for fear but Sandy merely chuckles, before turning into laughs. Zeus looks a little confused as he watches and listens to Sandy manically laughing.

Zeus: What is it that makes you laugh
Right before your own bloodbath?


Sandy continues to laugh as Zeus picks her up and begins shaking her.

Zeus: WHERE IS HE?
TELL ME!


Sandy: Right here, you son of a bitch.

As soon as she says that, she begins stretching her arms as far as her restraints can go. Zeus lets go of her and steps back, watching what is happening. Sandy, with all her might and her strength as her veins pop out of her neck and body with face going red, pushes her arms out. Slowly but surely, a surprised and intrigued Zeus attempts to rip off the restraints.

*BOOM.... DARKNESS*

All of a sudden, the power goes out in the arena. Nothing is on, everything is in complete darkness as the fans scream in fear and use their cameras to create light.

Copeland: What happened to the lights? Is the power off?

Connor: Apparently our microphones are still working... the production guys can still hear us, I'm being told. It's a lighting issue... somebody has temporarily cut the power. We'll be getting it back momentarily. I hope Sandy is okay.

Moments go past until the lights get switched back on and it seems everything is back to normal with Zeus standing in the same position as he was before with the bed in the same position... but something has drastically changed and the loud cheers of the fans as well as the look on Zeus' face tells the story. Sandy is no longer on the bed and the restraints are untied but there is still somebody on the bed...

Copeland: Oh my God! It's Steven Kurtesy!

The crowd explodes as Zeus looks on with multiple different emotions. Kurtesy just smiles and waves at Zeus as he looks on with shock.

Cohen: How the hell did he get here and where is Sandy?

Zeus' shock spell finally breaks and goes at attack Kurtesy but he blocks the attack, smacking Zeus across the face as he stumbles back, allowing Kurtesy enough time to get up off the bed. Kurtesy is in hot pursuit of Zeus who still has no idea how to react. He goes to throw another punch out of instinct but Kurtesy blocks it and goes to retaliate with punch but Zeus evades the attack, crawling towards where he placed down the chair. He grabs it, looking to defend himself and gets to his feet. Zeus has a sickening smile on his face as Kurtesy stops.

Zeus: FINALLY! The moment I have been waiting for!
Say goodbye to everything, professor.


Zeus lifts up the chair and as he is about to strike Kurtesy, darkness comes again and a chair shot is heard. A few seconds pass and the lights are back on, but there is nobody. Kurtesy is gone and Zeus is seething as the chair is on the ground. He is almost shaking as he runs his hands through his hair very slowly.

Copeland: Zeus looks distraught! Kurtesy came back after all this searching only for him to get the upper hand and leave before Zeus could lay a punch.

Cohen: I don't want to get in that guy's way at any point tonight. He doesn't look like in the talking mood.

Zeus flips the hospital bed in a fit of rage, grabbing the steel chair and begins looking around under the ring and through the audience before checking out the ramp. He has no idea where Kurtesy has gone.

Zeus: KURTESY!

We end with Zeus as angry as ever as he decides to go up the ramp with a vengeance.

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And exhausted, but jubilant Constantine is slowly walking to the locker room. He gets to the door, but is stopped by Leon Kensworth.

Leon: John, I hate to bother you after losing your match and the title to S.H.I.T., but I have to ask: is there any truth to the rumors that you’re going to be leaving WZCW?

Constantine smiles and puts his hand on Leon’s shoulder as he leans towards the mic.

Constantine: Leon, I’m a free man now. I don’t have to answer any of your questions anymore.

With that, Constantine opens the door to the locker room and enters, closing it behind him to keep the prying mind of Leon Kensworth out.
 
We see Dr. Alhazred's Power Glove dangling from a pole in a black and white filter. Audio begins to dub over the shot.

Krypto: I tried to be your friend.

We see a clip where Krypto and Alhazred teamed against Isabel Stone and Vega.

Krypto: But you wouldn't have that, would you?

We see Alhazred put Krypto through the announcer's table with the White Van Driver post-match.

Alhazred: I'll never be friends with a green little freak like you.

We see Krypto wailing in pain after the table spot.

Krypto: You wouldn't give me your friendship, so I decided to take everything you own!

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The epic music kicks in and we see a clip of Krypto attacking Alhazred backstage for the power glove.

Krypto: First it was your glove.

We see Krypto tazering Alhazred at the Lethal Lottery before he takes off Alhazred's Power Glove.

Krypto: Then it was your girl.

We see Krypto walking to the ring with Missy by his side.

Krypto: I even defeated and befriended your monster that you sent to destroy me.

We see Krypto and Facecrush McSpineSmasher hugging at the SuperShow after Krypto beat Facecrush.

Krypto: In all of that I stripped you of your dignity.

We see Alhazred crying in the middle of the ring as he holds his shriveled-up hand that the Power Glove use to be on.

The music abruptly stops and we see a clip of Alhazred looking really serious.


Alhazred: I will not stand for this! I will not be tormented by a little green freak!

The epic music picks back up as we see several shots of Alhazred and Krypto brawling.

Bateman: At Kingdom Come V it will be Krypto vs. Alhazred in a Power Glove on the Pole Match!

We see more clips of Alhazred kicking the crap out of Krypto.

Alhazred: I will not lose what is mine! It is my creation!

We see some clips of Krypto kicking the crap out of Alhazred.

Krypto: I've overcame every obstacle that has been put in front of me. You are just another stepping stone!

We then see a clip of Alhazred and Krypto both staring up into the air (from when they were watching Facecrush ascend the titantron).

Then, we see a clip of the Power Glove dangling from the pole once more. The video cuts out.

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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Power Glove on the Pole Match! In order to win the match, one must use the Power Glove on their opponent and then pin or make them submit within 15 seconds! One last thing, for this match the Power Glove has already been fully charged!


Dr. Alhazred comes out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. While the doctor is clearly evil, some still love his zany side. Alhazred holds up his shriveled hand where the Power Glove use to be and screams before thrusting his hand down.

Cohen: Well, that was odd...

Harrys: Introducing first, from His Hidden Underground Laboratory, weighing 178 pounds, Dr. Alhazred!

Alhazred looks serious as he walks down to the ring.

Copeland: Unless you have been living under a rock for the last 4 months, the feud between Alhazred and Krypto should be no stranger to you. Basically what it all boils down to is that Krypto tried to be Alhazred’s friend and wanted to share his Power Glove. But Alhazred would not have it and beat down the lovable alien. Ever since then, they have been fighting over the glove. It has exchanged hands between the two several times, but now only one man/alien will leave with it. Only one man/alien can grab it off of the pole that it is on now.

Connor: And honestly I hope that a lot of you at home didn’t witness the pickle talking, pelvic thrusting, monster smashing, and girl stealing that went on in this feud.

Alhazred is now in the ring as he looks out at the crowd and waits for his green nemesis.


Everyone in the crowd looks around as they expect Krypto to make his way out like he normally does. However, cheering begins to erupt as several people spot him flying in from up above. He is hanging from what appears to be a giant balloon that looks like a flying saucer. Krypto claps in joy as he floats down to the ring. Alhazred just rolls his eyes as Krypto comes closer and closer until finally releasing the hooks on his harness and dropping down into the ring. He jumps up in joy as the crowd cheers.

Harrys: And the challenger, from Out of this World, the Sexual Savior of the Solar System.....Krrrypto!

Connor: Talk about a flashy entrance.

Copeland: Krypto has shown us his strong side over the last several weeks, but he will never be able to erase his pure innocent heart that enjoys the simple things in life. Like a balloon, or a kitten.

Cohen: Or vomit.

Krypto removes his harness and tosses it out of the ring. The atmosphere within the arena is unreal as Krypto stands in his corner, and Alhazred in his. It doesn’t take long for the chants to break out.

LET’S GO KRYPTO!

AL-HAZ-RED!

LET’S GO KRYPTO!

AL-HAZ-RED!

LET’S GO KRYPTO!

AL-HAZ-RED!


Cohen: This crowd is nuts!

Copeland: Say what you will about either man, but tonight the crowd is split. You could make a case for which man is right or wrong, but there is only one way that the dispute can be settled fully, and that is by winning this match.

Connor: You’re right Copeland. Every spat and squabble boils down to this defining moment. Only one will capture the Power Glove on the pole and take victory!

The camera shows the Power Glove hanging from the pole that is attached to one of the turnbuckles. In unison, both Alhazred and Krypto look at the pole and look up at the glove. The crowd continues to roar. The referee begins to check with each man. He looks at Krypto and gets a nod, he looks at Alhazred and gets a nod, and then he signals for the bell and the match is underway!

With a roaring crowd around them, Alhazred and Krypto both charge at each other. Upon meeting each other in the center of the ring, Krypto slides down and tries to go under and in-between Alhazred’s legs. BUT NO! Alhazred stomps down and pins Krypto with a boot to his chest. Krypto looks stunned that he got caught, and Alhazred just wags his finger disapprovingly. Alhazred then removes his boot from Krypto’s chest and drops an elbow into it! Krypto grips his chest and rolls away before quickly climbing to his feet. Alhazred is already up as well as he follows his green nemesis. Krypto has nil time to react as Alhazred approaches him with a stiff right hand into his head. Krypto grabs his head for protection, but Alhazred fires in with another, and another, and another, and another! Finally, Alhazred steps back quickly and then shoves a foot into the side of the head of Krypto as the blow causes the hunched-over alien to fall through the ropes and onto the outside apron. Alhazred raises his hands in the air as half of the crowd pops.

Cohen: Alhazred does not look to be amused in the slightest. He is all about business tonight.

Connor: Indeed!

Alhazred looks down at Krypto, who is laying on the outside apron, and then looks at the Power Glove on the pole. He decides to run over to it and begins climbing the turnbuckle that the pole is at. He gets to the top rung and reaches up for the glove. The crowd is absolutely buzzing as Alhazred tries to figure out how to untie the knot. However, this attention is quickly drawn away as the crowd pops for a running Krypto. Krypto sprints to where he is at and grabs one of his legs. Alhazred begins shaking it frantically as he tries to get Krypto off. Finally, he pushes the alien away and the crowd is stunned. Alhazred returns to untying the glove, but this time Krypto runs up and shakes the top ropes to send Alhazred crashing down on his junk. The crowd gasps as Alhazred groans in pain.

Copeland: An unfortunate incident for the doctor!

Cohen: Win or lose, that’ll be a little souvenir he can enjoy tomorrow!

Krypto quickly climbs up the turnbuckle and stands on it with Alhazred still sitting. Krypto then proceeds to grab the back of Alhazred’s head and shoves his face into the pole that the Power Glove is on! Alhazred shakes the cobwebs out after the blow, but Krypto grabs his head and shoves into the pole again! This time, Alhazred flails back and almost falls off of the turnbuckle. Krypto then re-positions himself and jumps on top of Alhazred to execute a falling leg-drop to the neck of Alhazred from the top of the turnbuckle! The crowd pops at the maneuver!

Copeland: Talk about innovation! Krypto has really matured as a legitimate superstar in this industry. It wasn’t a few months ago that he was jobbing it with Darren Bull in the Mentor Program, but now he has risen to a feared competitor in the ring, and the ability to adapt to any situation like he just did is proof of his increased skill.

Krypto gets up from the maneuver and grabs the arm of Alhazred as he drags him into the center of the ring.

Connor: Remember that Krypto cannot pin or make Alhazred submit until after he uses the Power Glove.

Krypto remains near Alhazred’s head as he lifts his knee and drops it down Alhazred’s face. The doctor grabs his face in pain, but Krypto reaches down and removes his hands so that he can drop another boney knee into the face of Alhazred. This time, Alhazred rolls up to his feet from the pain and Krypto is able to grab him by the arm and whip him into a set of ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Alhazred bounces off of them and returns with momentum. Krypto leaps up and plants his feet in the mid-section of Alhazred while grabbing his head to pull him back for a monkey flip! Alhazred groans as he lands flat on his back and tenses up from the sting. Krypto recovers and runs over to Alhazred. He grabs his head and pulls him up into a daze. It seems like Krypto is in complete control until a stiff kick goes into his midsection and causes him to bend over in pain. Alhazred quickly grabs the alien’s head and pulls him down for a DDT! Both Alhazred and Krypto lay on the ground in pain as the referee checks on them.

Connor: Neither person is giving an inch. Just when you think one has the upper hand, someone flips the table.

Cohen: I love it! There is nothing better than watching two freaks beat each other to a pulp! Isn’t that right Seabass?

Copeland: I wouldn’t completely disagree.

Alhazred begins to stir as he makes his way to his feet while holding his back with one of his arms. He uses the other to pick Krypto up into a standing position. Alhazred then grabs the head of Krypto and twists it before he drops down with a neckbreaker! Krypto grabs his head in pain as Alhazred remains in a sitting position next to him. Suddenly, Alhazred heaves an elbow and smashes it into Krypto’s face, not once, but repeatedly, until Krypto finally gets wise and rolls away in pain. Alhazred rises to his feet and walks over to Krypto, who is now near some ropes. Alhazred grabs him and punches his head as he pulls him into a standing position. Then, Alhazred grabs him by the back of the head and prepares to execute a running bulldog, but Krypto springs to life and elbows Alhazred in the ribs. This causes Alhazred to bend over in pain as Krypto runs to the other side of the ring and returns with force, but *POP*. Alhazred sends a stiff uppercut into Krypto and puts him in a dazed state. Alhazred then re-positions himself back behind Krypto and goes for another bulldog. This time he gets Krypto to go with him as he runs forward, all the while pushing Krypto’s head. However, just before he goes for the plant, Krypto reaches and grabs the arm of Alhazred and flips himself into a position where he grabs Alhazred’s head with his legs and takes him down with a head-scissor takedown! The crowd roars in approval as Krypto slowly gets back up to his feet, but he also notices that Alhazred is fighting through the pain in his neck from the takedown to make it to his own feet. Krypto runs past him and jumps on some ropes right next to him in order to springboard for a kick into the side of his head! Alhazred crumbles down as Krypto stands tall next to him.

Copeland: Krypto has all the momentum. Nothing stands between him and the Power Glove!

Connor: I think he knows that too!

Krypto is looking straight up at the Power Glove as he runs to the turnbuckle where it is at. He ascends to the top and reaches up for the glove, but there is a huge glaring problem!

Cohen: HAHA! They put it too high!

Indeed they did as Krypto can only reach the glove by jumping, however he can’t get stable enough to untie the thing. Krypto looks down and sees that Alhazred is still grounded. Because of that, he decides to jump down from the turnbuckle and exit the ring. He looks under the ring and searches for something. Finally, he spots what he is looking for. He pulls out a steel ladder!

Connor: Where there is a ladder, this is a way!

The crowd is cheering Krypto on as he tries to place the ladder against the pole on the outside of the ring. He finally gets it positioned just how he likes it and begins to climb! The crowd re-pops in a wave like fashion as Krypto smiles and reaches the glove. He begins to untie it, but the camera shows Alhazred jump up off the ground and make his way to the pole. He ascends the turnbuckle where it is at and finds himself on the opposite side of the pole that Krypto is on. Krypto slugs him in the face, but Alhazred fires back down with his own hit. Krypto kicks him and clauses Alhazred to flail backwards while barely keeping his grip on the pole for stability. Krypto frantically tries to untie the glove as Alhazred tries to refrain from falling. Krypto’s face suddenly becomes one of joy as it appears he is about to take the glove off, but Alhazred suddenly comes in with a shove that sends Krypto off the ladder and falling onto his feet down below. The crowd has no choice but to boo, but there are still some cheers among it all. Alhazred grabs the glove and-

Connor: OH MY GOSH!

Alhazred holds the Power Glove high over his head as the crowd pops. Alhazred hops down from the turnbuckle and turns away from the pole (and Krypto) as he begins to fasten it.

Cohen: Don’t forget guys, that thing is charged and ready to go. Fully powered baby!

Krypto slides into the ring from the outside and rushes up to Alhazred and grabs a handful of the glove. Alhazred tugs back and now they are both yanking on the weapon. It becomes a series of tug and war as both men take turns yanking on the glove. The crowd is split once again between the two.

LET’S GO KRYPTO!

AL-HAZ-RED!

LET’S GO KRYPTO!

AL-HAZ-RED!

LET’S GO KRYPTO!

AL-HAZ-RED!


Copeland: Who’s gonna give?

As if on cue, Alhazred yanks super hard and Krypto is forced to release, but Alhazred isn’t prepared. Therefore, he pulls up and the glove goes flying out of his hands as it flies over his head and behind him. Both Krypto and Alhazred watch as the glove miraculously lands-

Cohen: You have got to be kidding me.

The Power Glove is now resting on top of the pole! Krypto and Alhazred are both stunned, and so is the crowd. However, the crowd quickly switches from stunned to impressed.

THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*

THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*


Alhazred proceeds to head towards the pole, but Krypto comes up from behind him and takes out one of his legs with a low dropkick. Krypto then goes to kick him, but Alhazred rolls away and quickly recovers to his feet. Krypto runs at Alhazred and tries to go for another low dropkick, but Alhazred hurdlers over the attempt. Alhazred turns back around to face his opponent, but Krypto is already up and is leaping at him for a sitting position on his shoulders. Krypto twists and pulls back as he executes a hurricanrana. Alhazred rolls into it and finds himself standing back up in a temporary daze from the whirling maneuver. Krypto spots this and runs past him and jumps on the second rope nearby. He turns and comes back to hit Alhazred with a springboard cross-body, but Alhazred shouts “HADOUKEN!” and sends two stiff palms into the chest of Krypto, who crashes down to the ring mat. Alhazred slowly staggers his way over to where the pole is. He gingerly makes his way up the turnbuckle as the crowd buzzes for Krypto to rise. Alhazred tries to reach-up for the glove, but he is only able to touch the trim. He begins to shake the pole, but it seems that it only fastens the glove even more! Meanwhile, we see Krypto slowly rolling under the bottom ropes and out of the ring. We cut and see Alhazred trying to push up on the bottom of the glove to push it up off the pole. Alhazred decides he needs to climb the thing just a little bit to get where he needs to be, so he begins to slowly climb up it. However, Krypto has now managed to make his way over to the pole and grabs the ladder that is leaning up against it. Alhazred notices this and looks down and shakes his head “no” as he frantically tries to find his footing off of the pole and back onto the turnbuckle, but it is too late. Krypto takes the ladder and shoves the top of it into the side of Alhazred, which promptly causes him to fall off of the turnbuckle and crashing onto the outside mat. The crowd pops as Krypto puts the ladder back up against the pole.

Connor: That was a nasty fall that Alhazred took! Could this be it? Does Krypto have it won.

Cohen: Don’t hold your breathe, remember the last time we thought Krypto had it?

Krypto very slowly begins to climb the ladder that is up against the pole. He finally makes it to the top and is able to reach up and grab the glove. He uses both hands to unfasten it from the top and the crowd pops!

Copeland: That glove has been claimed again!

Krypto holds the glove high and then slips it over his right hand. He fist pumps the air as the crowd cheers him own. Krypto looks down and notices Alhazred coming out of nowhere down below. Alhazred grabs the ladder that Krypto is on and yanks it away, but Krypto acts on a whim and grabs the top of the pole to avoid falling. The crowd pops as Alhazred looks up furiously at the green alien. Krypto just smiles as he clinches onto the top of the pole. He yells at Alhazred to come and get him!

Cohen: Krypto is all smiles, but he is stuck up there while Alhazred has all the time in the word.

Connor: Yeah, but he doesn’t want to just go after him up there. Krypto has the high ground and could easily drop the Power Glove on his noggin.

Alhazred looks around to think about what he should do. He finally goes over to the announcer’s table and grabs a steel chair. Krypto watches him curiously. Alhazred takes the chair and flings it like a javelin at Krypto, but Krypto swats it away with the glove. This prompts Krypto to burst out in laughter. Alhazred is fuming now as he grabs another chair. He throws it as well, but Krypto swats it away again with the Power Glove. Alhazred begins to pace as he thinks about his next move. Meanwhile, Krypto fist-pumps up on top of the pole to get the crowd going even wilder. They all fist-pump like the little green alien does. The camera shows Alhazred, and it seems like a light bulb turns on above his head. He runs over to where the pole is and looks at the base of it. Then, he looks underneath the ring and pulls out what appears to be a tool box.

Copeland: What’s this? A toolbox?

Alhazred rummages through the box and finds a ratchet. He then proceeds to start loosening the bolts at the base of the pole.

Connor: This can’t be legal! Can it?

Cohen: I don’t know, but it’s smart thinking by Alhazred. If Krypto won’t come down on his own, Alhazred will just force him too.

Alhazred loosens one bolt and holds it up to look at it. He tosses it into the crowd and they pop. Krypto finally realizes what he is doing and begins to panic. He yells at Alhazred to stop, but Alhazred loosens another and tosses it into the crowd as well. Alhazred shakes the pole to check its stability and he smiles as it wobbles. Krypto yells louder at Alhazred to stop. He then looks into the ring to think about jumping. Alhazred loosens the final bolt he needs and throws it into the crowd. He then proceeds to walk to one side of the pole and big boots it! The pole bends a little bit as Krypto screams in horror. Alhazred boots it again, and again, and again, and-

Cohen: TIMBER!

The pole comes crashing down as Krypto holds on for dear life. Surprisingly, the top of the pole catches on the top of the barricade, while the base flipped up onto the ring apron, creating a tight-rope type of scenario in a slanted angle. The crowd at the barricade all pat Krypto as he still has his eyes clenched shut and his arms wrapped around the pole. He slowly opens his eyes and seems highly surprised to find out he is still alive. The crowd is absolutely insane as Krypto releases his grasp on the pole and stands to his feet on it, with the Power Glove still on his right hand. On the other end we see Dr. Alhazred! It appears he has grabbed a flat-headed screwdriver from the toolbox and now holds it in his hand to use as a shank.

Copeland: I wouldn’t believe it if I was not seeing it with my very own eyes. Krypto at one end of the pole and Alhazred at the other. In a chicken-like scenario, Krypto is armed with the Power Glove while Alhazred has a screwdriver.

LET’S GO KRYPTO!

AL-HAZ-RED!

LET’S GO KRYPTO!

AL-HAZ-RED!

LET’S GO KRYPTO!

AL-HAZ-RED!


Alhazred slowly steps across the pole and closer towards Krypto. He holds the screwdriver out and licks his lips in anticipation. Sweat is oozing from his pores. Krypto wipes sweat off of his own brow and slowly walks across the pole to inch closer to Alhazred. He holds out his fist with the Power Glove on and extends out his index finger.

Connor: Power Finger vs. Screwdriver, let’s get it on!

Alhazred swings the screwdriver and Krypto backs up, he comes in with a swing of his finger, but Alhazred blocks it with the screwdriver. He pushes Krypto’s assault back and swipes at Krypto, but the alien blocks it with an off-setting blow from his finger. The two exchange finger to screwdriver shots for several seconds as the crowd eats it up. Finally, Alhazred is able to get the advantage and connects with a blow to the arm of Krypto, which prompts him to bleed. Krypto grabs it pain, but as Alhazred comes in for another shot, Krypto reaches up and grabs the screwdriver. He grits his teeth and bends the screwdriver with the strength of the glove. The crowd pops as Alhazred looks on in horror. Krypto yanks the deformed tool out of Alhazred’s hand and tosses it aside. He then proceeds to kick out one of Alhazred’s feet and sends him falling split-legged onto the pole. The crowd gasps as poor Alhazred has to endure another blow to his junk. Alhazred is completely stunned from the blow to his junk as Krypto seems to be tightening the glove. However, much to everyone’s surprise, he pulls the glove off of his hand!

Connor: What is he doing?

Krypto lifts his right foot and proceeds to slip the Power Glove on it.

Cohen: That’s not how you wear a glove!

Krypto then takes a step back before lunging forward with an Alienator, via the Power Glove Foot, to the head of Alhazred! Alhazred looks to be out cold as he flies off the pole and crashes to the ground. Krypto himself loses his footing after the kick and falls to the other side.

Copeland: The Power Glove has been used! That is legal! He needs to get him in the ring to pin him in the allotted time.

Krypto takes the Power Glove off of his foot and hurls it into the ring. He then hobbles over to Alhazred and picks him up before rolling him under the ropes and into the ring. Krypto crawls in and inches his way over to Alhazred’s body for the cover. The referee, who is in the ring, slides in for the cover,

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Ref: NO NO NO *holds up two fingers* TWO TWO!

The crowd can’t believe it and neither can Krypto. Alhazred got his shoulder up just in time.

Copeland: It was almost a three! I can’t believe this! Alhazred took a direct blow from the Power Glove and lived to tell about it!

Connor: Wow!

Krypto shakes his head in disbelief as he gingerly rises from off of his opponent. He hobbles over to where the Power Glove is and grabs it. He sees that Alhazred is still basically lifeless in the ring other than the unexpected kick out. So, he decides to make his way over to the turnbuckle nearby Alhazred and slowly ascends his way to the top. When he gets to the top he puts the glove back on his right foot. He then slowly stands on the top rung of the turnbuckle. Alhazred is still lifeless down below.

Copeland: All the controversy is about to end. Krypto looks to nail the Flying Saucer with the glove on his right foot!

Krypto raises his hands in the air as the crowd pops. He leaps off of the turnbuckle and looks to land on Alhazred, but he only gets the ring mat as Alhazred rolls away at the last second! The awkward landing causes the Power Glove to fall off the foot of Krypto, but that is the least of his worries. It appears that Krypto tweaked his leg in the landing and is holding it in pain as he stands wearily, with his back turned away from where the glove and Alhazred is. Alhazred rises to his feet slowly and walks over to the Power Glove. No theatrics this time as he picks up the glove and puts it on while walking up to Krypto. He grabs Krypto from behind on his shoulder and flips him around. SLAM! Alhazred slams the Power Glove straight into Krypto’s chest with a heart punch! Krypto gasps for air as he bends over. Alhazred pulls Krypto’s head in-between his legs and lifts him up. The White Van Driver sends Krypto head-first into the ringmat. Alhazred hooks Krypto’s leg with the Power Glove hand and the referee slides in for the count,

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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall, Dr. Alhazred!

Copeland: He’s done it! Alhazred has beaten Krypto!

Cohen: Was there ever any doubt?

Connor: Krypto may have been put on his back in the end, but I don’t think he has anything to be ashamed of. This was a close match down to the wire.

Copeland: I couldn’t agree more CC.

Alhazred rises to his feet as the crowd cheers and jeers, but mostly cheers. His music blares through Dodger’s Stadium as he looks down at his opponent and nods approvingly. Then, he looks out at the crowd and raises his Power Glove hand in a clinched fist. The crowd pops as flashes from cameras capture a picture-perfect moment.

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Copeland: Well thus far it’s been a great mix of action and drama and coming up later we’ve got plenty more of that including our triple threat main event. So, let’s head to the back where Leon Kensworth is with one of the participants of the upcoming contest.

The three members of the broadcast team all look to the camera, Cohen looking ever so slightly peeved before we fade to the backstage where Leon Kensworth stands, wearing a fine looking tuxedo and a microphone in hand. He smiles for the camera for a brief pause before addressing the audience.

Kensworth: With me at this time, “Showtime” David Cougar!

The crowd roars with approval as David Cougar enters shot. He grins at the reaction and bounces around, trying to warm up ahead of his match. He wears an official “Showtime” shirt even pointing it out as a cheap plug very quickly before tapping Leon in the ribs and winking at him for being a good sport. Leon smiles before preparing to get serious.

Leon: “Showtime”, tonight you face not one, but two of your fiercest rivals. Both men have defeated you on PPV for the very championship on the line this evening. How can you overcome both men and become a record setting three-time World Heavyweight Champion?

Leon puts the mic to Cougar’s face as he pauses, uncertain how to answer at first before thinking about it for a moment and grinning once more.

Showtime: Leon, it's Kingdom Come! Tonight is a night where legends are made and dreams come true. Didn’t you watch the opening? So far my greatest dream has yet to come true. Two years ago I was in the main event of Kingdom Come and I lost. I thought my dream was dead. That was then and this is now. Now I know that dreams can come true. I’ve been champion twice and tonight, I control my destiny. Tonight neither Drake nor Holmes has the power to control my destiny. I control my destiny and tonight I become champion.

“Showtime” gives a serious look into the camera as the crowd cheers with glee. We fade back into Dodgers Stadium.
 
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A rather large fact sheet is shown on the TitanTron, scrolling through the multiple points that is listed.

* Ace Stevens won the Mayhem title at Kingdom 4 and held it until Apocalypse. Afterwards, he was forced to vacate due to a torn ACL.

* Vega won the title at WZCW Supershow II last November and has dominated since.

* Ace returned and defeated Vega one on one ending his winning streak.

* Vega demands respect for outlasting other Champions and being dominant.

Copeland: As you can see, this is a grudge match that has taken time to develop the initial "explosion" so to speak, where Ace Stevens' return sparked nearly a years worth of story. This is going to be a brutal match.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Mayhem Rules match. Anything goes. The match can only end by pinfall or submission. And it is for the Mayhem Championship!

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Harrys: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, "The American Hero" Ace Stevens!

Ace walks the long way down, high fiving the fans and adjusting his jacket on the way down. He enters the ring and plays to the crowd as he's surrounded by millions of camera flashes with the Kingdom Come 5 sign adorning the view from above him.

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Harrys: His opponent, he is the Mayhem Champion, Vega!

Ace paces the ring as Vega walks out of the curtain. But he doesn't come out alone. Accompanying him is his associate, holding up his precious Mayhem Championship, Alexis. They both make their way down the aisle sneering at fans as they go past them.

Connor: Hey, wait a minute. Managers and valets are not allowed at ringside. What is this?

Cohen: I gotta agree with Cat here.

Both Vega and Alexis enter the ring as referee Dillon Morse interjects and orders Alexis to leave. But she does not move arguing with him. Vega pulls Dillon off and grabs a mic.

Vega:Don't you dare touch her. I don't know what your problem is with me having her. This is a Mayhem Rules match after all. It's anything goes. She stays. So shut up and ring the bell.

Dillon doesn't want an argument and shrugs his shoulders. He looks over to Stevens who seems to be okay with Alexis. That seems to be enough information to warrant the start of the match.

-Ding Ding Ding-

The bell rings and the match is on as both men circle the ring looking for an opening as Alexis gets out to the apron. Both men hook up in a tie-up, center of the ring. Both men struggle for position moving all over the ring both Ace is able to get the upper hand leading Vega to a corner. He sets up to attack but as he does, Alexis jumps in from the apron and intervenes. Blocking off Vega. Ace looks on not knowing what to do, but before he can do much of anything, Alexis ducks revealing an incoming Vega in the air with a Flying Kick. Knocking the former champ down. A cover follows as Alexis leaves again.

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Copeland: This is insane! This match has practically become a Handicap Match!

Cohen: Like a former Champion loves to say. Mayhem is all about looking to innovate in a free environment. And that's exactly what Vega is doing to have the advantage.

Connor: Yeah but, it's basically just extra help.

Vega stays on the attack with Crossface shots. Knocking the seated Stevens to the ground with each blow. Vega stands him up and whips Stevens across the ring. As he does so, a kendo stick flies into the ring, thrown by Alexis. Vega decks Ace with it knocking him down but the momentum leads Ace to the floor. Vega instructs Alexis to throw Stevens in, but as she reaches to him, Ace grabs her by the hair. Vega, quickly goes to save her and seems to take another swing, but stops when Ace turns using her as a makeshift shield.

Cohen: Hey, leave her alone!

Copeland: She came here knowing the risks and has done nothing but be involved in the match.

Vega stalls for a few seconds. Enough time for Ace to push Alexis at Vega and close in on him in order to land a solid punch to Vega's unprotected face. Both Vega and Alexis tumble down. Vega scrambles to get back up, sporting a bloody nose now but Ace meets him with more blows to the face. Alexis begins to scramble to get up herself and as soon as Ace sees this he whips Vega away to the nearest guardrail. He Clotheslines Vega over sending him to the sea of fans crowding Dodgers Stadium. Alexis gets back up but referee Dillon argues that it's not safe for her. The fans cheer on as Ace and Vega continue their fistfight, Ace fires hard punches while Vega shoots with heavy kicks.

Connor: Where are they going?

Cohen: They're halfway up there. They can't win there.

The brawl continues as both men make their way through a set of rails. Vega kicks Ace by the knees forcing him to kneel before one to the head makes him tumble down a small flight of stairs. He taunts the crowd taking away a sign from one reading “Ace 4 NYC Major” and throws it back him.

-Vega Sucks! Vega Suck! Vega Suck!-

Chants the capacity crowd.

Connor: Vega has no business messing with the fans. They paid to be here.

Cohen: You kidding me? That idiot had it coming. He doesn't even know who's the head of New York City. “Major”? It's a city, not the army.

Copeland: Back to the matter at hand, Ace Stevens just got kicked down a flight of stairs. He may have bad ribs here or even a concussion. He needs to find a way to get control here or he may lose more than just the match. Vega seems to have an underhanded tactic for everything he does.

Vega stands on a guard rail with perfect balance, watching as Ace is helped to his feet by the L.A. fans. He LEAPS off the rail and hooks a Flying Armbar!! Grounding Ace with the submission hold. Dillon Morse rushes among the sea of fans to the location but as Ace screams in pain and Vega screams for him to tap and Dillon finally arrives, he tells Vega the match needs to end in the ring. Vega gets up frustrated and argues with Dillon over rule.

Copeland: This may be anything goes, but it's not Falls Count Anywhere. Vega is making huge mistake by grounding Ace all the way over there. How is he gonna get him back in the ring for the win?

Vega continues to argue with Dillon as Ace gets to his knees. Vega not paying attention, gets a low blow from the N.Y. Native leading to a cheer from the crowd in support of Ace.

-Lets Go Stevens! Lets Go Stevens!-

Ace, now in control, attacks with a series of European Uppercuts. Trying to lead Vega back to the ringside area. They reach a barricade near the entrance stage as Stevens keeps the strikes going, finally in full control of the match. Vega, weakened by the flurry, tries a kick to the head. But Ace ducks it hooks a Butterfly Suplex. Sending the Mayhem Champion back first onto and then over the barricade!

Cohen: Oh good God, that could herniate some disks! How could he do something like that?

Connor: Vega's killed people and burned his own mother's grave! Ace is trying to win a simple match. Somehow this is worse?

Cohen: Vega is actually alive! And right there! We're seeing Ace do these horrible things live and on Pay-Per-View!

Copeland: Well this isn't ballet, Cohen. There's major money and prestige in these wins and in holding these titles. It goes to show you how far these men are willing to go to make a name for themselves.

Vega is now by the entrance stage. Ace pursues, but first salutes some fans before going over the barricade. Referee Dillon Morse appears to check on Vega who screams in pain on the floor. Ace goes to grab him. Placing on the entrance stage and climbs himself. He stands Vega up and places the limp body on him with a Fireman's Carry. But as he's about to walk down the aisle, Alexis appears and he puts Vega down. The two begin to argue with Ace telling her to leave. Vega staggers back to his feet, but before he can take advantage, Ace turns around and Vega backs up the ramp. Alexis tries to sneak up as well, but Ace once again turns around sending Alexis away to ringside fearing for her safety. He heads up after Vega and the two once again go for the fisticuffs, trading vicious blows on one another. Vega goes low himself this time and grabs Ace's head and tries to drag it against the stage lights. But Ace turns it and knocks Vegas head smashing through one! Sparks fly as Vega falls to the floor covering his face!

-Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t!-

Copeland: Oh my God! He could very well kill him right there!

Cohen: Burned face, cuts and bruises, he could go blind! That can't be legal!

Connor: Yet somehow it is. This match is still going. Someone needs to be pinned or submit.

Ace heads on to the back as Alexis looks on horrified from ringside not knowing what to do. Seemingly too scared to help Vega. Ace emerges from the back now rolling a stretcher into the arena with the crowd white hot for what may happen next. Ace sets it up and grabs Vega by the back of his neck, trying to place him on the stretcher. But suddenly Alexis rushes up and intercepts Stevens. Arguing with him once again. She shoves the stretcher, hitting Ace with it and then slaps him. Vega gets to his feet. His face covered by a crimson mask. Alexis gets out of the way as the infuriated Vega charges Ace and both men land on the stretcher! Sending them speeding down the aisle at maybe 30 miles per hour! And they crash against the ring!! The crowd gives an audible gasp as both men are down in the ground on opposite sides trying to get in the ring. Crawling and pulling themselves with what little energy they can muster. Into the ring they both go. Still on the floor. Vega tries a kick and hits Ace's knee with all the strength he has left. But the weakened Vega also tumbles and both men fall back to their knees. Ace clutches the knee as Vega tries to recompose himself to capitalize.

Connor: That knee. The torn ACL. It's the reason Ace vacated the title.

Copeland: That nasty crash could not have done it any favors.

Vega gets up as Ace is still struggling. Vega goes on the attack. The bloody mess aims for the knee, but Ace manages to steer away from harm. He finally gets back up and catches Vega in a Powerslam for a pin.

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Dillon rushes in for the count. Ace remains on the attack with a series of Elbow Drops. One. Two. He slicks back his hair and leaps for the third one as the adrenaline kicks in. He screams rallying the crowd behind him and awaits for a corner Splash.

On cue Vega gets up to get hit. He tumbles without falling to the center of the ring as Ace signals to the crowd for The Punchline. The Rolling Elbow Smash. He rushes the ropes. But on his way back, Vega surprises him with a pipe thrown by Alexis! Vega collapses on Ace for the unexpected pin!

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Dillon Morse calls the victory, signalling for the bell as the crowd boos relentlessly for Vega.

Harrys: The winner of this match and STILL Mayhem Champion, Veeeeegaaaaa!!!

Copeland: I cannot believe it! Vega slipped into the win. Where did that pipe come from?

Connor: Vega is gonna have to start sharing that title with Alexis. Because she was the deciding factor here. The weapons, the stretcher and of course that pipe at the last moment to get the win.

Cohen: Hey, you guys kept preaching about it all being legal. Look who took advantage of that. The Champion of this division. That's who.

Both men are out but Vega clutches his retained title as EMTs come down to check on both individuals. Both requiring help to the back. Alexis also helps Vega up the ramp as a towel drapes his bloody head.

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The scene fades into Saxton and Saboteur standing in the locker room.

Saxton: This is gonna be the last time, man.

Saboteur: I know, I know, I just… I wish there was more time. I still have so much to learn!

Saxton: Are you ready?

Saboteur takes a deep breath before nodding his head eagerly.

Saboteur: Ready!

The two sit down on a couple of chairs and Saboteur places his boot on Saxton’s knee.

Saxton: Alright, first you tie a not, then you make a loop, the ninja runs around the loop and through the hole and… there! Your boots are laced up and ready to rumble!

Saboteur and Saxton pop back up to their feet.

Saboteur: Awesome! Now we’re ready to go out there and kick some tail one last time.

Saxton: Man, those suckas ain’t even gonna know what hit ‘em. Let’s roll.

Saboteur and Saxton grab their WZCW title belts and march out of the locker room, ready for one last battle.
 
Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the number one contendership to the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship! The winner of this match will face the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion at Redemption!

Copeland: This huge contest will cement a new number one contender after Kingdom Come before we even know who the champion is! There are six possible matchups that could come about as a result of this contest in the main event of Redemption, each more exciting than the last.

Cohen: And I'll tell you what I'm looking forward to - Celeste Crimson vs. Steven Holmes for the championship! Haha! We'll see how far true love really goes, won't we?

Connor: I see a lot of other possible outcomes from where I sit, Jack, so maybe we shouldn't get too far ahead of ourselves.

Copeland: This match was made by general manager Big Dave at Meltdown 91 and really, all relationships aside, there couldn't be two more deserving challengers for the title. Barbosa is a former world champion in his own right and Celeste is perhaps the most accomplished wrestler in WZCW history to never win a championship.

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Harrys: Introducing first, from Bedlam, weighing in at 237 pounds, Barbosa!

A rain of fireworks falls across the entrance way and Barbosa steps through slowly and with determination. He takes a good long look at the cheering crowd, perhaps soaking in the amazing atmosphere of Kingdom Come, although he might just as well be pondering what his breakfast plans are the next day. In any event, he begins an aggressive walk to the ring, before sliding in and taking in the crowd one more time, nodding briefly to referee Jurou Akiyama.

Copeland: Barbosa has arrived, and he looks completely ready to take the first step on the road to becoming world champion.

Connor: Something to keep in mind, everyone - last year at Kingdom Come, Showtime became number one contender. He went on to win the championship twice and could make it three tonight. I don't think that's escaped the minds of either of our competitors tonight as they know that this could be their career defining moment.

Cohen: I just question whether Barbosa has the mental makeup to be a world champion. There's a reason he lost it in record time when he first had it - he's just not all there. You've got to have the complete package of physical and mental to go to the top in this business, and stay there - something his competitor has tonight.

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Harrys: And his opponent, from Saint Petersburg, Russia, weighing in at 165 pounds, Celeste Crimson!

The lights go dark in the arena as smoke fills up the entrance way. A sequence of blue lasers play throughout the smoke as Celeste Crimson casually emerges from an ice blue cloud. She stalks to the ring with cool calm and grace, though she can hardly resist a small smirk as she stares up at Barbosa before sliding into the ring. She gets to her feet and bounces on the ring a little bit, still smirking just a little bit at Barbosa, who stares back without expression.

Copeland: And here she is, the Ice Queen of WZCW, Celeste Crimson. We talked about the potential conflict of interest that could arise if she is the number one contender at the same time as her boyfriend, Steven Holmes, is the world champion.

Connor: It's just as likely she'll face Drake Callahan or Showtime - or that she won't even be the challenger at all.

Cohen: I disagree with you there, Cat - Celeste has the huge mental advantage in this match. All she has to do is figure out a way to overcome the size and strength advantage she's giving up in this contest and I think she'll win with ease.

The two competitors walk slowly to the center of the ring and face each other, Celeste saying something with a slight smile on her face, before Akiyama backs them off into both corners. WZCW's senior official checks them both thoroughly for anything he might disapprove of. He is satisfied - eventually - and signals for the bell. The bell rings and this contest is underway. Neither competitor makes a move at the other, both of them staring each other down from the corner. A slow chant of "Bar-bo-sa! Bar-bo-sa!" begins to ring out from the crowd, but Barbosa has eyes and ears only for Celeste. The two slowly begin to come to the center of the ring together, neither of them making a move - until Celeste backhand slaps Barbosa across the face! Barbosa's head whips around and Celeste shakes it out as her smirk grows and the crowd lets her hear it. Barbosa turns back to face her and with a bestial yell goes into a lock up with her, forcing her toward the corner. Akiyama forces a quick break, but Celeste lunges out of the corner and uses her momentum to lock up with Barbosa and force him all the way to the opposite corner. Akiyama tries to force the break but Celeste ignores him - leaving Barbosa to fight out with a series of hard right elbow strikes that send Celeste staggering to the middle of the ring. Barbosa aims a quick low kick at her upper thigh before going for a side headlock. Celeste forces Barbosa into the ropes and uses them to bounce him off her, sending him rebounding across the ring. He bounces back and takes her off her balance with a shoulder tackle. She takes a step backward and Barbosa hip tosses her to the mat, dropping down and locking in a side headlock on the ground. Barbosa traps her left arm and wrenches the head lock hard. Celeste is able to slip out of it and force her way to a vertical base. They get to the ropes and she once again forces him to rebound off the ropes, creating some separation. Barbosa comes off the ropes and Celeste hits the mat, he steps over her, she gets to her feet, she takes him down with an arm drag! She hits the mat and goes for a headlock but Barbosa reverses it on the ground and puts the headlock right back on!

Copeland: Barbosa showing his gameplan early - dominate Celeste on the mat and focus on the neck and head.

Cohen: "Gameplan" might be a stretch. He's liable to switch to an entirely different tactic in thirty seconds.

Barbosa once again traps the leg and wrenches Celeste's neck hard. He gets to one knee and let her arm free to really wrench in the headlock. Celeste takes advantage and gets to a vertical base, fighting Barbosa into the corner and forcing a break. She backs up a few steps as Barbosa stays in the corner - she charges, leaps, and Barbosa sidesteps her, letting her crash into the turnbuckle! He follows with another right elbow strike, followed by another, and another, and a big boot to her chest for good measure! She lunges out of the corner doubled over in pain as Barbosa follows her, grabs her right arm, and kicks it right in the elbow! Celeste collapses to the mat clutching it in pain but Barbosa doesn't relent, stomping on her arm as she tries to get away. He moves to continue the assault on her arm, laying it out flat, taking a step back, leaping, dropping a knee - but Celeste rolls away! Barbosa hits the mat knee first and immediately clutches it as Celeste tries to catch her breath. Celeste gets to her feet as Barbsoa does as well, she goes after him, but he backs her off with an elbow strike. He hits the ropes - but she counters with a quick drop toehold! Barbosa slams into the mat face first and Celeste is able to get her wits about her. Barbosa rolls to the outside to collect himself. Celeste, however, will allow no such thing, rolling to the outside as well. She kicks Barbosa square in the face before pulling him to his feet and laying him against the ringside barricade. The crowd nervously backs away as she takes a few steps back, runs, leaps, and HITS A BOOT RIGHT TO BARBOSA'S FACE! He goes over the barricade and crashes to the ground hard. Celeste moves to return to the ring at Akiyama's insistence, but Barbosa is on his feet faster than she apparently expected. Barbosa leans over the barricade as he tries to catch his breath - Celeste takes hold of his head, pulls him out over the barricade AND DDTS HIM TO THE MAT! Celeste slides back into the ring and Akiyama starts a count.

Connor: Celeste is clearly trying to win this one early with a quick countout, and that's really just disappointing to see.

Cohen: Disappointing? That's intelligent wrestling, Cat! Why should she try to win in twenty minutes when she could win in five? Save your energy!

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He slides in! Akiyama breaks off the count and Celeste can't believe it. She goes back after Barbosa, pulling him to his feet and hitting a snapmare takedown that leaves him in a sitting position. She hits the ropes, leaves her feet, and wipes him out with a diving kick! She pulls him to his feet quickly and follows it with a neckbreaker! She goes for a cover, hook both legs, gets one, two, but only two! Celeste wastes no time, pulling Barbosa to a sitting position and going for a chinlock. She sits back and wrenches it hard, but Barbosa fights out and turns around to face her. He's having trouble standing up so he aims for low strikes to the body - but Celeste counters with an Evenflow DDT! She goes for the cover and gets one, two, but only two! She looks frustrated but goes back to the chinlock again, trying to limit Barbosa's ability to breathe. Barbosa once again fight out and tries a different tactic, shoving her away from him and hitting the ropes, he rebounds, but she catches him with an enzuigiri in the middle of the ring! Barbosa collapses and she covers, getting one, two, but only two!

Copeland: And a clear gameplan for Celeste developing now - exhaust Barbosa with kickouts and make it hard to breathe, and take advantage of superior conditioning.

Cohen: Doesn't that sound much more intelligent than go for the head? This is what I'm talking about, Seabass!

Celeste pulls Barbosa to his feet and whips him into the ropes, he rebounds, tries a wild swing, she ducks under it, he rebounds again and WIPES HER OUT WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE! He collapses as well as both competitors are down for the moment. Both get to their feet slowly and they trade punches, Barbosa quickly getting the better of it with a hard elbow strike. He draws Celeste in close, elevates her and nails a backbreaker! He yells as he pulls her to her feet, lifts her up again, and NAILS A SIDE SLAM! He goes for the cover and gets one, two, but only two! Barbosa looks around with frustration as Celeste tries to crawl to the corner. Barbosa grabs her before she can make it, whips her into the ropes instead, she rebounds, comes at him, and he connects with a SPINEBUSTER! Celeste rolls to the outside and tries to collect herself, but Barbosa pursues immediately. She desperately kicks him in the gut and shoves him into the ringside barricade - she backs up again, leaps, kicks - BUT BARBOSA SIDESTEPS and she sprawls out over the barricade with a swing and a miss. She turns to face him and he simply kicks her hard in the face and she collapses off the barricade. Barbosa pulls her to her feet across the barricade, lifts her on her back across his shoulder - AND CRUSHERS HER WITH A NECKBREAKER FROM ON TOP OF THE BARRICADE! She goes all the way to the unforgiving ground. Akiyama is immediately out to check on her as she simply stares in a daze up at the lights.

Connor: That did not look pretty at all. Celeste may be in serious trouble.

Cohen: And what, is Barbosa just going to leave her out there and take a count out? What a coward!

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She slides in! She just manages to return to the ring. Barbosa has been waiting in the center of the ring, staring her down. Celeste uses the apron ropes to get to her feet on the apron and Barbosa tries to knock her off with an elbow strike, but Celeste is able to block is desperately and hit a hard strike of her own. She follows with a flurry of strikes to Barbosa's head that back him off and send him to the center of the ring. Celeste catches her breath a moment before making her way to the top rope! She manages to get to the top but Barbosa is there! He leaps to the top rope and hooks her - she tries to block it - BUT HE TAKES HER OFF THE TOP WITH A HUGE SUPERPLEX! He goes for a cover and gets one, two, but only two! Celeste just manages to kick out! Barbosa furiously pulls her to her feet and lifts her up, going for a powerbomb! She fights out on top with strikes to his head and he's forced to drop her. She immediately leaps and connects with a jumping enzuigiri! She goes for a cover and gets one, two, but only two! She gets to her feet and with Barbosa laid out on the mat, she connects with a standing moonsault! She goes for a cover again and gets one, two, BUT ONLY TWO!

Copeland: They're throwing their entire arsenals at each other and it's still not enough!

Cohen: There's a few more weapons left in both arsenals, Seabass, and one more of them might be the difference maker here.

Celeste pounds the mat in frustration and she decides to hit the top rope. She waits for Barbosa to stumble to his feet and face her, then FLIES OFF WITH A FLYING THRUST KICK! She pulls Barbosa to his feet once more, no doubt looking for the Spirit Crusher, but Barbosa gets an elbow in her face before she can begin. She backs off and Barbosa tries to gather himself. Celeste backs up near the corner and Barbosa charges - she elevates him and turns him around, using his own momentum to force him to sit on the top rope! She turns to strike him but he gets a boot in her face! She backs off to the center of the ring as Barbosa straightens on the top rope, she turns to face him - Barbosa flies off, flies PAST HER, AND CONNECTS WITH A NECKBREAKER! He covers her and gets ONE, TWO, BUT ONLY TWO! Barbosa pulls her to her feet, hooks her, elevates her AND NAILS THE DOPPELGANGER! HE COVERS AND GETS ONE, TWO

THRE - NO! ONLY TWO!

Connor: She kicked out! I don't believe it! She kicked out of the Doppelgänger!

Copeland: And Barbosa has to be thinking about what could possibly be enough to put her away.

Barbosa stares down Akiyama for a moment before pulling Celeste to her feet and setting her up for a powerbomb. She once again desperately fights her way out with strikes and falls unsteadily to her feet. Barbosa decides to whip her into the ropes instead and she hits the ropes, rebounds - AND CONNECTS WITH A DROPKICK! Both of them are down! They both get to their feet and Celeste throws a wild right hand at Barbosa, connecting. He answers with an elbow strike and she stays on her feet. They start trading strikes, both of them clearly exhausted, going back and forth, Celeste striking with the hand, Barbosa with the elbow, back and forth, but Barbosa pulls Celeste in tight and unleashes a flurry of elbows! He whips her into the ropes once more, she hits the ropes, rebounds, LEAPS WITH THE DROPKICK - BUT BARBOSA SAW IT COMING, HE STEPS TO THE SIDE! Celeste crashes and burns, Barbosa pulls her to her feet, HE'S GOING FOR THE DOPPELGANGER AGAIN! He lifts her up but she slips out behind his back, LEAPS AND HITS A DROPKICK FROM BEHIND! Celeste takes a moment to catch her breath, but pulls Barbosa to his feet, jumps onto his back and tries to lock in THE PYROMANCY! She's not able to lock it in all the way, however, and Barbosa grabs her off his back, pulls her around - AND CONNECTS WITH A PILEDRIVER! HE COVERS AND GETS ONE, TWO, BUT ONLY TWO! Barbosa is FURIOUS and he gets to his feet, screaming wildly for the Doppelgänger! He waits for her to get to her feet as Akiyama ensures she is capable of continuing. She gets to her feet, clearly unsteady, Barbosa charges at her - OUT OF NOWHERE SHE CONNECTS WITH THE SPIRIT CRUSHER! Barbosa is LAID OUT AND SHE GOES FOR THE COVER, GETTING ONE, TWO

THRE -- BUT ONLY TWO!

Copeland: No one is giving an inch! Can this match ever end?

Cohen: Celeste is one move away! Just one more kick! She's got it in her!

Celeste drops to the mat and LOCKS IN THE SEA OF ARISTOCRACY! Barbosa tries to claw her away but she is locked in tight on choking him out. Barbosa can't get her off - but she hasn't got his arm pinned down tight, and he starts to fight out with elbows! She wrenches in as hard as she can but Barbosa is unleashing a flurry of elbows on her! It's a variation of Calculated Manic Fury at the same time she's choking him out with the Sea of Aristocracy! Elbow, elbow, elbow, an absolute flurry of elbows even as Barbosa's face starts to turn a deeper shade of red! THE ELBOWS KEEP ON COMING AND CELESTE BREAKS THE HOLD! BARBOSA KEEPS THE ELBOWS COMING! CELESTE HAS NO STRENGTH TO GET AWAY! SHE CAN'T COVER UP! Akiyama watches it for as long as he can, screaming for Celeste to do something, but Celeste is totally unresponsive! AKIYAMA SIGNALS FOR THE BELL!

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and the new number one contender to the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship, Barbosa!

Akiyama forces Barbosa off of Celeste bodily, as the furious madman doesn't even appear aware the match is over. As Akiyama raises his arm it seems to sink in. Akiyama quickly breaks away to check on Celeste, waving down the medical staff to ensure that she is alright. She tries to raise herself off the mat but collapses from apparent total exhaustion and the medical staff is quickly on her, trying to convince her to stay still. She falls back and closes her eyes as Barbosa stands tall in the ring, staring at her fallen body with nothing apparent in his face.

Copeland: Absolutely unbelievable. This match could have ended with Barbosa tapping out if Celeste could have just survived for a few more moments. The Sea of Aristocracy met Calculated Manic Fury and in the end, raw fury trumped royalty.

Connor: What a breathless finish. I really thought Celeste was going to choke him out.

Cohen: Alright, give both of them credit. This was as even a match as I've seen in a long time. But I think I saw Barbosa tap just before she broke the hold! Someone check the replay! Ref!

The camera shows Barbosa still staring down Celeste, as she is laid out and being tended to by the medical staff as the feed from the stadium fades out.

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We cut backstage and see Mikey Stormrage in normal clothes and a gym bag over his shoulder. He has a solemn look upon his face as he slowly walks down a hallway. His head is lowered and clear disappointment hangs from his face. He finally pushes through a set of double doors and walks out into a parking lot. Mikey looks around and walks out of view and out of the stadium. The camera slowly fades to black as the double doors close.
 
Narrator: Good vs. Evil. A timeless battle.

We see clips of Chris K.O. and Titus facing off at All or Nothing.

Narrator: A hero...

We see Titus smiling as he makes his way down the entrance stage.

Narrator: And a villain.

We see a clip of Chris wrenching the ankle of Titus on the show after All or Nothing.

Narrator: Let's look at what makes this battle fit the criteria. First, the darkness.

We see a clip of Chris walking out to his music.

Narrator: Prideful.

We see a clip of Chris claiming to be the Messiah of WZCW and the Savior to all of its people.

Narrator: Greedy.

We see a clip of Chris hugging the WZCW EurAsian Championship tightly to his chest after his match with Triple X.

Narrator: And profoundly immoral.

We see a clip of Chris cheating in several of his matches.

Narrator: A driving force of all that is bad.

We see Chris with a dark look on his face as he stands in a ring with the EurAsian Championship on his shoulder.

Narrator: The light.

We hear the crowd come unglued as Titus comes out to his entrance music.

Narrator: Selfless.

We see a clip of Titus helping team WZCW at Kingdom Come IV and a clip of him helping his mentee Angel.

Narrator: Valiant.

We see Titus stopping Barbosa from cashing in his briefcase on Big Dave, and making several saves for face superstars.

Narrator: And heralded by all who hear his name.

We hear a clip of a WZCW Announcer mentioning Titus' accolades: A 2 time WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, Lethal Lottery Winner, and Kingdom Come Main Eventer.

Narrator: The opposing force to darkness.

We see a clip of Titus and Chris standing face-to-face.

Narrator: And in a matter of minutes, these two forces will collide.

The scene breaks out into epic music as we see several clips of Titus and Chris exchanging blows. We see some clips of Titus getting the upper-hand and then we see some clips of Chris getting the upper-hand.

Narrator: It is a war that can never be full won-

We see clips of Titus and Chris both on the ground in pain.

Narrator: But in this marquee battle, one side must QUIT! And when the dust settles, will good prevail?

We see Titus standing tall.

Narrator: Or will evil rear its ugly head.

We see Chris standing tall with the EurAsian Championship raised.

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We return to the stadium live where the crowd turns its attention back to the ring in which Truman Harrys stands ready for the official introductions. Then the bell rings and the crowd lets out a slight roar.

Harrys: It is now time for the I-Quit match for the EurAsian Championship in which there are no count-outs, no disqualifications and the only way to win is to make your opponent quit!

The air of expectation and excitement grows thicker as the crowd starts growing louder. They even begin a small “TI-TUS!” chant, believing the challenger will be the first to enter before the familiar and ominous sound of the champion changes their tune:

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A monster of a reaction escapes the lungs of the audience as the dislike for K.O. borders even hatred. There is no sign of him at first though as a spotlight shines down on the stage. Then, suddenly, K.O. rises from the floor. He slides his mouth-guard onto his gums, grits his teeth, showing the guard which reads “CHAMPION” and prepares to make his way down the ramp.

Harrys: Introducing first, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing 232 pounds, he is the reigning and defending EurAsian Champion; CHRIS K.O.!

K.O. stops at the bottom of the ramp and drops to one knee, pausing before leaping up and extending his arms outward into a crucifix position. He screams and unbuckles his title, raising it high. He begins to ascend the stairs into the ring where he looks out into the masses that have assembled for this event.

Copeland: Interesting that the champion, Chris K.O. has elected to enter first. Is this mind games Jack?

Cohen: Maybe, but you have to remember this is K.O.’s first title defence and to do it on such a large scale in his very first one-on-one match at Kingdom Come, Chris may well want to soak up the environment.

K.O. now stands in the ring and continues to analyse the crowd. He sneers and snorts as he holds his belt up high, using it as a lightning rod for the crowd’s hatred. With his music dying down, the crowd’s volume increases. He then drops his arms back into the crucifix taunt and the crowd lets him have it. The resentment is fully clear, but ever the villain, K.O. milks it further, climbing the turnbuckles to draw more venom before suddenly the arena is draped in darkness. The open air nature of Dodger’s Stadium and the night setting only helps further the effect of total night and the crowd pops, despite an uncertainty of what is to follow. Then, the siren erupts:

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With the “CHALLENGER APPROACHING” warning, the crowd breaks into a frenzy, they know what’s coming and sure enough the oh-so familiar theme heralds the coming of the challenger!

Harrys: And the challenger, from Keystone City, Kansas, weighing 225 pounds; THIS IS...TITUS!

The crowd is ecstatic as Titus opts to stand at the top of the ramp, looking out and seeing the vast array of people cheering him on. He grins and nods, starting to feel it. Then he notes what awaits him in the ring and takes a step back before sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the ring in one fell swoop. K.O. exits the ring quickly as to not clash just yet. Titus begins to ascend the turnbuckles in each corner and execute his signature pose, pointing out into the fans.

Connor: We’ve heard legends of that man!

Copeland: Yes indeed and tonight, Titus seeks to enter another chapter into his already legendary story.

Cohen: He may try, but he will fail. Remember, K.O. owns a pinfall victory over Titus already from All or Nothing.

Connor: Tonight though Jack, pinfalls don’t count and remember; heroes never give up.

Cohen: Bah!

As Titus finishes up his posing, he drops down from one of the corners with a huge leap and stands in the centre of the ring. He asks for the microphone that’ll be used in the match.

Titus: Wow. I will never get tired of hearing that. Seriously guys...I just can't. Did you know that someone said out back “You not nervous for your match” and I said “Everytime I get nervous I...”

The “TI-TUS” chant starts up once again.

Copeland: This crowd is firmly in the corner of Titus.

Titus: ...I remember you guys. This match has been a long time coming. It's special to me in so many ways. I need you to be behind me.

Titus goes quiet as the crowd chant again.

Titus: Don't delay Chris. I'm waiting.

As Titus hands referee Elizabeth Prince the mic, he tells K.O. to bring it and bring sit he does, coming in with great fury and fire, title no longer in hand and immediately the brawl is on. Prince signals for the bell to get us underway officially. Fists fly left and right from both men before Titus starts throwing a few kicks to weaken K.O. in the knees. Then, K.O. ups the ante, smashing a stiff European uppercut into Titus’s jaw, forcing him away. He immediately latches onto Titus’ back and throws him backwards with a big German suplex. Titus lands on his right shoulder and clutches at it. Attempting to exploit the potential injury, K.O. tries to lock in his Burning Crusade Crossface finisher quickly. The former Red Mask though is able to slip his arm out of harm’s way and rolls onto his back, avoiding K.O. altogether. In fact he is in a prime position to fire off a couple of quick boots to Chris’s head before sliding underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron.

Connor: Titus has called this a special match for him but this is a scrappy one so far.

With Chris dazed and confused, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head, Titus begins to ascend to the top rope. Whilst on top, he waits for the perfect moment as K.O. is to his feet and turning. Then, with the champion fully facing his challenger, Titus leaps and clobbers him with a top rope clothesline! The audience pops like a cherry before Titus is quickly to his feet. The wile veteran takes a quick bow to soak up the applause of this Los Angeles crowd. He then turns his attention to K.O. who has returned to a kneeled position. Titus loads up a huge kick and fires it off across the skull of K.O. Then, Titus points outwards in the direction of the announcers and this time he isn’t doing his signature pose, but rather asking the official to retrieve the microphone in position for questioning in this I-Quit affair. Elizabeth Prince grabs the mic and brings it to K.O.

Prince: Do you give up?

It takes K.O. a few seconds to regain his bearings before he utters his muffled response.

K.O.: No!

Shrugging his shoulders, Titus resumes work on K.O. stomping directly on his adversary’s ankle. K.O. yelps with pain as Titus continues his attack, trying to weaken the joint for his trademark ankle lock. The shots quicken in pace before after five or so stomps, Titus stops and drops to one knee in order to grab a hold of Chris’s ankle. Manipulating it, Titus tries to hook the hold on fully, but before that can be achieved, Chris pulls Titus in and then tries to kick him out with his good leg. Titus sees the momentum through and twists K.O. onto his belly and into the ankle lock proper. The crowd roars sensing the end could be near. With the pain level starting to rise, the EurAsian Champion scrambles for the ropes. He reaches and grabs them but in an I-Quit match that doesn’t force a break and Elizabeth Prince does nothing to assist. Fighting through his pain shrouded mind, K.O. realises the real way to escape the hold is right in front of him and pulls himself through the bottom rope. As K.O. sends himself out of the ring and Titus’s throat, midsection and shin bounce off the top, second and bottom ropes respectively, sending the Keystone hero rolling.

Chris climbs to his feet, checking his ankle for injuries whilst doing so. Then he dips down and begins riffling his way through the underbelly of the ring for weapons. After some rummaging, Chris grabs something and comes out with a kendo stick but is immediately met with a swift baseball slide from Titus! The move’s speed and ferocity in fact take Titus to the outside where he lands on his feet. Meanwhile, K.O. has slammed hard into the barricade around the ring. He grabs the back of his head in pain. The kendo stick that K.O. had retrieved has rolled towards Titus’ feet and he leans down, picking it up and look at it before raising it high, preparing to K.O. Chris. Willing to go low though, the champion lashes out and cracks Titus right in-between the legs with a vile kick. The dirty manoeuvre causes our hero to grab his lower extremities and collapse backwards, wincing in pain. Rubbing the back of his head, K.O. stands up and grimaces before he now takes possession of the kendo stick once more. He fires off repeated shots all over the downed Titus, hitting wherever he can in a bid to causes damage and relieve frustration. Eventually after multiple blasts with the stick it splinters and breaks and appears useless so Chris prepares to toss it aside before he notes something. A sick, twisted smile crosses the craw of Chris K.O.

Copeland: I don’t like the looks of that grin from K.O....

In one swift move, K.O. breaks the stick in half, causing further splintering and sharpening one end. He drops one half and spins the other so it resembles a steak, something which Chris tries to plunge into the forehead of his foe. Titus, aware of K.O.’s intent, rolls to one side. So great is the force that K.O. has used in trying to stab Titus that he drops to one knee. Titus again uses his feet as a weapon, cracking his boot off first the face and then the steak wielding hand of Chris K.O. The strike causes K.O. to release the weapon which rolls away. Returning to his submission based game for this contest, Titus grabs Chris’ closer arm and applies an armbar. He then swiftly moves up K.O.’s body, releasing the armbar and grabbing the ankle again, applying the ankle lock for a second time. K.O. again squirms along the floor and reaches out for the snapped ends of the kendo stick. Titus though is aware of Chris’ plan and pulls the leg, and subsequently the body, of Chris away from the potential weapons. Titus cranks the lock on tighter and the WZCW “Saviour” appears to be in increasing pain. Titus requests Prince ask K.O. the all important question. She gets the mic and speaks.

Prince: Do you submit?

Rather than verbally acknowledge the enquiry, K.O. shakes his head in defiance. To up the ante, Titus drops backwards and starts to apply the grapevine version of his ankle lock, but K.O.’s free leg is in such a position where he can crack the soles of his boots off Titus’ head which he does not once but twice. While he’s still in possession of Chris’ ankle, Titus’ grip is considerably weakened and Chris can yank his foot free. He takes a moment to clutch his ankle as Titus regains his senses. With the challenger now starting to return to full mental capabilities, the champion starts squirming away, crawling over to the steel steps. He starts using them as a stand before Titus catches up with him and again looks to hook in that ankle lock, but Chris again dives forwards, over the steps and brings Titus with him much as he did earlier in the ring, only this time, Titus crashes shoulder and head first into the steps. The crowd lets out a collective gasp as K.O. gets to his knees and takes a deep breath. Knowing he needs to capitalise, Chris shoves the steel steps as hard as he can and forces the top half of the step to collapse backwards on top of Titus, crushing his midsection before falling atop his face. Again, the crowd lets out a collective “ooooh!” before K.O. takes a deep breath and rises to his feet, the crowd booing mercilessly.

He limps over to the ring apron and rests for a moment before raising his arm up as if to conduct heat. Chuckling through the pain, K.O. moves over toward Titus. Chris tosses the steps off of Titus’ face and a small puncture wound has appeared on the challenger’s forehead. Elizabeth Prince checks to see that Titus is still with us but K.O. is like a shark and with blood in the water he goes into action. He drops down, snatching the microphone from Prince’s possession and then smashing it into the lesion. The microphone crackles and the sound resonates across the speakers all over Dodger Stadium. K.O. repeatedly stabs at Titus with the mic before throwing it aside, unhappy with the damage it has done. Instead, K.O. begins to resort to using his fists. Titus’ defence throughout this assault has been poor though despite his clear awareness of his predicament, weakly trying to force K.O. off of him. Then, Chris catches something out of the corner of his eye; the snapped stick from earlier! With murderous intent dripping, K.O. moves toward the snapped sticks. His limp has decreased significantly. His focus in now not to survive but to kill and that helps cloud the pain. He snatches one of the sticks and moves over to Titus. He drops to his knees before forcing Titus’ head and wound upwards for easier access. Then he drives the splinters and sharp points of the stick down into the wound! Altogether the arena reacts to the revolting actions. Men boo while women shriek and children daren’t look.

Copeland: This is disgusting and disturbing...

The silence of the other commentators speaks volumes. Carving a deeper wound, K.O. screams at Prince to “ask him”. She is appalled by the move too, but it is totally legal within the rules of the match and so she looks away whilst holding the battle tested mic to a screaming Titus’ mouth. There is no answer at first other than the shattering screeches Titus lets out before he blurts out his answer:

Titus: NOOOOOO!

Blood begins to trickle thicker and faster out of Titus’ head as K.O. still drives the steak deeper. Titus reaches up in a desperate bid to escape this horrifying predicament and tries whatever he can; he pulls at K.O.’s hair, attempts to force the weapon from his head. He struggles, but moves one hand upwards, reaching out for Chris’ eyes. He moves the second hand up too and rakes as hard as he can. This is good enough for Chris to stop applying pressure to the weapon and Titus slaps K.O.’s hands away from his face completely, also forcing the snapped kendo stick to the floor. Titus’ face is completely crimson as he slumps down for a moment. K.O. is to his feet on the other hand and anger begins to overcome him. He angrily moves over towards the timekeeper’s area and shoves Truman Harrys down, grabbing his chair in the process.

Connor: Come on now!

Copeland: Someone has to stop this bastard!

Cohen: Bite your tongue Seabass! This isn’t the prettiest or the nicest game plan in history but it’s damn effective. Chris K.O. has this won it’s just a matter of whether it’s sooner or later.

A man possessed, K.O. moves quickly towards Titus who has begun to climb back into the ring. Titus’ bloody palm prints are all over the apron, staining the fabric. Chris grabs Titus by the back of his trunks and drags him out of the ring. He raises the steel chair up high and prepares to clatter it off Titus’ skull. However, Titus’ instincts kick in and his kicks at K.O.’s weakened ankle, treading on it two times before Chris drops the chair and falls onto his backside, grabbing at the pain. Titus backs away into the ring to rest for the moment. The infuriated and irate EurAsian Champion checks his ankle for further damage, but again it is his rage that kicks in. He tosses his chair into the ring before sliding in himself. He proceeds to move over towards the weakened Titus and peels him up, looking to put him in position for a DDT onto the chair. Titus though has other ideas and slaps his enemy as hard as he can. Stunned for a second, Chris then returns the favour. Then it is Titus’ turn and he connects with a second slap. Chris breaks the pattern by executing a European uppercut. Titus staggers backwards before smashing his own uppercut right into the jaw of K.O. The crowd begins to get into this slugfest and duels with cheers for Titus and booing for Chris K.O. They go back and forth several times with the pace starting to pick up, but perhaps more importantly, the level of adrenaline kicking into both men’s systems. It is Titus though who starts winning the fight, the ferocity of his uppercuts growing with each new one he hits. He shatters the pattern by hitting three uppercuts in a row before kicking K.O. in the gut, backing off and delivering the Tit Drop!

Connor: Out of nowhere, the Tit Drop! Titus is in control suddenly.

Cohen: I hate to admit it, but a lesser man would’ve been down and out by now so bravo Titus, but remember the aim is to make your opponent give up not pin him for a three count.

Taking a moment to regain his breath, Titus starts to shiver and shake as he feels the love from this crowd. He rises to his feet and points outwards with his signature taunt before taking note at what lies at his feet; K.O.’s steel chair. Chris is starting to stir ever so slightly now and Titus raises the steel up before slamming it across the spine of his adversary. K.O. wriggles in pain but Titus is uncaring at this stage and slams the chair across the ankle of K.O. He lets out a yelp and throws a fit of pain. Titus raises the chair up, again milking the crowd’s adulation; his face is a literal Red Mask now. He casts the chair aside for the time being and drops to one knee before grabbing that prone ankle of K.O.’s. Popping up onto both arms, Chris lets out a cry. He shakes his head and tries to dig his nails into the ring in a bid to alleviate the pain. Despite his attempts to move into the ropes, Chris is held by a near unrecognisable Titus. Elizabeth Prince is in position to get K.O.’s reaction with the mic in hand, but all she gets are his screams of agony, mirroring what Titus let out earlier in the battle. He continues to shake his head, refusing to open his eyes. Sweat drips from his forehead as blood continues to seep out of Titus’....

Chris K.O. still has one ace left up his sleeve though. He uses his remaining strength, clenches his fists and tucks his head into the mat before rolling forward, flinging Titus away. Having broken his challenger’s grip, K.O. now snaps onto Titus’ ankle and forces him down with an ankle lock of his own! Chris gingerly rises to two feet, barely able to stand on his weakened ankle.

K.O. torques his nemeses’ ankle. Titus grits his teeth, but he’s come too far to lose to his own hold. He quickly reverses the move in a similar manner to his enemy and tries to pick K.O.’s ankle once more. This time though Chris is ready and he lashes out with kicks to the open wound of Titus. It is just enough for the persistent challenger to back off. Limping heavily now, K.O. moves over to the steel chair and holds it up. Titus starts to rise, but he is groggy. His defence is open and K.O. cracks him hard across the skull with the chair. Titus falls limp to the ground. Exhausted from the battle, K.O. drops the chair and falls to his knees. He positions himself next to Titus and moves his rival’s arm into an armbar position of sorts before clenching his fists together and delivering the Burning Crusade! He pulls back, forcing Titus’ head into an unnatural position. He digs his knuckles into the Keystone hero’s torn flesh. He bears his bottom row of teeth and his mouth-guard, pulling, yanking and applying the hold as painfully as he possibly can. Titus’ free arm is moving ever so slightly and Elizabeth Prince is in position to see if there is a submission from Titus. The movement and urgency of Titus’ body begins to fade and the fight is beginning to die. The blood loss begins to take its toll on Titus. The once grey mat begins to turn a dirty brown colour and the challenger grows limp. Prince looks over at K.O. She indicates for K.O. to break the hold. She is preparing to call the match. Chris complies and breaks the hold.

Copeland: The referee is about to call this one. It appears that K.O. has won...
As K.O. rolls away, Prince starts to pull her arm back to call for the bell when suddenly, out of nowhere, life comes to Titus! The crowd unleashes a huge mixed reaction. Titus grabs Prince’s trouser leg and starts raising his heavy head. He stares right at her. She looks at him, stunned. K.O. is disbelieving. A look of pure, raw hatred is etched onto his face. Chris snatches the steel chair one more time and strikes Titus with a sick blow across the spine. The ferocity of the strike sends Prince down too, but she is perfectly fine and conscious. She is in a seated position as K.O. cracks the chair off of Titus’ skull, the sound echoing across the stadium. K.O. screams at his foe to stay down and the man from Oklahoma starts firing off numerous chair shots across Titus’ war torn body.

Copeland: That’s it. That’s enough. Call the damn match.

Cohen: Titus wouldn’t stay down, so Chris has to keep him down.

More chair shots rain down on the legendary competitor before finally, after seven or eight shots; Prince steps in and tells K.O. it’s over once and for all. He considers continuing with his assault, but as Prince motions for the bell, he drops the chair, safe in the knowledge that victory is his.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has stopped this match as Titus cannot physically continue. Therefore your winner and STILL EURASIAN CHAMPION; CHRIS K.O.!

In a moment of vindication and victory, K.O. pushes his arms outwards and scream in a fit of passion. The crowd boos the victory of K.O. and scream at him. Elizabeth Prince shoves the EurAsian Championship into his arms before raising one in a symbol of victory. She can’t even look at K.O. though with her focus primarily on Titus.

Connor: I’m not sure what I’ve just witnessed...

Cohen: We’ve just witnessed is Chris K.O.’s finest hour!

Copeland: Finest hour? FINEST HOUR?!? What Chris K.O. did tonight was sink to a new low. He knew Titus wouldn’t give in and so he tried to put an end to Titus once and for all and you call that his finest hour? That was a disgrace to WZCW and to this sport on a whole.

Cohen: Whose fault is it that Titus wouldn’t give in? Was it Chris who made Titus fight on despite the blood loss? Was it Chris who had the chance to rule the match out? No, and he did what I would’ve done and that’s win at any cost. The bottom line here is that Chris K.O. is still your EurAsian Champion!

K.O. starts to take his leave, limping up the ramp, whilst holding the title high into the air, milking the response of this capacity crowd. Elsewhere in the ring, Elizabeth Prince has signalled for medical staff to aid her with Titus. As K.O. disappears into the dark of the night, his music dies and two medical officers enter the arena. They are followed by another pair who are wheeling a stretcher down to ringside. Titus begins to stir ever so slightly and tries to sit up but falls backwards. Prince tries to communicate with him, as do the first two medical officers, but Titus weakly shoves them out the way. The other two officers enter and try the same, but are met with a similar response. Titus tries to get to up on his own and nearly collapses if not for the referee and the medical officials who keep him upright. He shoves them all away and tells them to back off, trying to maintain a standing position. He stumbles and staggers around the ring for a moment, trying to gain a solid footing in the ring. He looks out into the masses who begin to shower him with applause. He offers a wave in response and appreciation.

Connor: There is a man who left it all in the ring tonight.

Making sure he has given his appreciation to all four sides of the arena, Titus staggers around in the ring before dropping to one knee, next to the ring ropes. The officials try to help him, but he glares at them before dropping down, taking a moment. Then he rolls underneath the bottom rope to the outside. He uses the ring apron to steady himself before he slowly moves to the bottom of the ramp and applauds this capacity Dodger’s Stadium crowd. They return the favour with a massive “TI-TUS” chant, finishing the battle just as it had begun.

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We fade into the back where we are greeted by the leer of Drake Callahan. The crowd boos mercilessly. Drake is dressed to compete as he will do later in the evening. He has a microphone in hand and raises it to his lips.

Drake: Kingdom Come. It’s an event where it’s built up to be larger than life, grander than grand and a fairytale venue. But the sad truth of it all is that that’s all a lie and the only true thing that exists is reality, my reality.

The crowd isn’t fond of this at all and lets Drake know it, but the Lethal Lottery winner nods to reaffirm his point, even mouthing without the mic that it’s true. Then he resumes.

Drake: And in reality, time is running out for you Steven Holmes. I warned you that we were counting down the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days, the weeks and so on. You’ve spent that time hiding behind your woman, your brother, your money and your “injuries” but you know that reality is coming for you. In less than an hour the clock reaches zero and your reality becomes a nightmare. And then there’s “Showtime”...

There is a pause as Callahan looks away from the camera, his smile becoming a tad more subtle as he sticks his tongue into his cheek as if recalling all the history the two men share. He nods and returns his gaze to the camera, a serious look etched onto his face.

Drake: We’ve been through a lot haven’t we? Mayhem, EurAsian and World Heavyweight Championships have gone back and forth between the two of us. We’ve main evented and stolen countless shows over the years but tonight it all boils down to this. It all boils down to the biggest main event of either of our careers on the biggest show and the grandest stage. And on this stage you want to seize your dream and your destiny? Well I’m sorry to tell you man, there is no destiny. There is no dream to capture. There is only fact and the reality of that fact is I will be the one who walks out. The reality is that when the history books are written I will be the one that won the war. The reality is you are looking at the next World Heavyweight Champion.

Drake drops the mic and walks backwards; a quick mocking grin crosses his face before we fade to black.
 
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The crowd instantly reacts with a barrage of boo's as the familiar music takes to the speakers and blasts throughout the arena. Black and white strobe lights play in sync with the music as Rush & Sam Smith walk out slowly onto the stage. They stop at the top of the stage with both men looking around the arena and staring at the audience that shows them hatred for a few moments before slowly walking down the ramp at the same pace, almost side-by-side. Rush & Smith stay focused on the ring and barely acknowledge the fans in the front row as they walk down.

Connor: Two men who have conquered the singles division for almost a year, reigning atop with impressive Elite X & Eurasian title reigns, finally have the chance to combine their impressive skills and take to the tag team division on the biggest stage yet.

Copeland: They've had a rocky road heading into Kingdom Come but tonight it seems they are on the same page and look as ready as they ever were to win gold. But is this their night where they topple arguably the greatest tag team in WZCW history?

Cohen: I have no problem with that statement, Seabass. I too can agree that the tag team champions could legitimately the best we've ever seen but Rush & Sam Smith are just pure, unadulterated powerhouses and they've torn through everything their eyes are fixated on. I believe tonight is no different and could give the champions a run for their money as far as being the greatest tag team is concerned.

Rush & Smith have finally made it down to ringside, considering the slow pace they have taken, and use the steel steps to get onto the apron. Smith enters the ring as Rush takes a brief look out to the audience where they boo him for doing so. He has a slight smirk on his face as he enters the ring, joining his tag team partner in the middle of the ring as they stand tall and dominate. As their music dies down, the boo's of the crowd only get louder as they make sure that the challengers do not have the backing of the Los Angeles crowd.

Moments pass until we see multiple men in traditional ceremonial robes walk out onto the stage, forming two long lines going down towards the ring, ending at the top of the ramp. Each line faces each other standing straight with arms by their sides.


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The crowd are on their feet and cheer loudly for the music they've been waiting for. The first man out is Saboteur who receives a big pop from the Los Angeles crowd who is dressed in ceremonial robes and a headband on top of his spandex outfit. He unsheathes his katana's, makes an "X" symbol before kneeling down on the floor whilst keeping his katana's in place. From behind Saboteur, comes Action Saxton who receives a huge pop from the audience as he walks out in ceremonial robes as well. He looks around the arena before clasping his hands together, taking a bow. The other men in ceremonial robes pay their respects and bow as well, remaining bowed. Saboteur puts his katana's back and stands up, before getting excited, jumping up and down before pointing to the ring and exploding from the end of the line as Saxton begins doing a series of kung-fu moves before making his way down the ramp.

Copeland: The members of Saxton's Dojo have come to send off Saxton for his final match in WZCW as a sign of respect and luck for their new master. Although this fight will be tough, I can guarantee that this is going to be an emotional ride for everyone.

Cohen: Despite their goofiness and weird adventures, I have definitely enjoyed the good times that the team commonly known as "Saxoteur" has provided for us.

Connor: Oh c'mon guys! Don't get sappy yet! Let's save the emotion for after the match. We've got ourselves a high quality tag team title match and I can't wait to hear the sound of that bell ring.

Cohen: Yeah, what CC said. Don't be such a sap, sucka.

Saboteur has already entered the ring and is up on the turnbuckles, doing his signature "X" pose with his katana's once more to a cheering audience as Saxton uses the steel steps to enter the ring, shadow boxing for a moment until Saboteur jumps down from the turnbuckles. Both men proceed to disrobe (with Saboteur removing his katana's), revealing their titles around their waists. They hand them over to Referee Elizabeth Prince as Truman Harrys takes center stage.

Harrys: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is for the WZCW World Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers, at a combined weight of 557 pounds, RUSH & SAM SMITH!

The audience once again, shows their distaste for the challenging team. They do not bat an eyelid as they focus on the champions who stand only a few feet away from them.

Harrys: And their opponents, at a combined weight of insanely manly kilometers, they are the current reigning WZCW World Tag Team Champions; SABOTEUR & ACTIIOOOONNNN SAAAAXXTTTOOONNN!

The crowd goes wild, cheering for the champions as Truman exits the ring and Referee Prince shows the titles to both teams before holding them into the air. She passes them to Truman on the outside who takes them to the timekeeper's desk. Prince orders for both teams to sort themselves out and it seems as if Rush is starting things off as Smith gets on the apron. Saxton & Saboteur look at each other, playing a game of a scissors/paper/rock with Saxton using the sacred kung-fu fist to trump Saboteur's paper. He gets on the apron and immediately begins clapping, attempting to hype up the crowd, yelling out "Saxton! Saxton!" as the referee signals for the bell.

* DING * DING * DING *

Rush & Saxton slowly walk around in a circle in the ring, preparing themselves for the collision before heading into the center, almost standing toe-to-toe before they look out to the crowd to hear the loud cheers for the fan favourite.

"SAX-TON! SAX-TON! SAX-TON!"

Copeland: This crowd is near deafening with this chant. Everybody has got Saxton fever!

Rush & Saxton exchange a few words with Rush having a smirk on his face the entire time. They both take one step back before they lock their horns, caught in a collar-elbow tie-up as they try to best each other in strength. It seems to be a stalemate until Saxton is able to push Rush back, who staggers a couple of feet before regaining balance as the crowd goes wild to Saxton flexing. Rush slaps his face to psych himself up before attempting another tie-up but it has only made him weaker as Saxton is able to push Rush into the corner. He immediately lets go as the crowd cheers again with Saxton holding his hands up high. Saxton calls Rush to get in the center and try a test of strength with him. Rush is hesitant but he obliges, getting to the center and locking hands with the kung-fu master, this time taking the advantage and using his size to power over Saxton.

However, it isn't for long as Saxton manages to manipulate his power and skills, bringing himself up to a levelling playing field before attempting to bring Rush to his knees as referee Elizabeth Prince watches intently for any signs of submission. Saxton looks to bring the big man to his knees but he thinks quickly, delivering a knee to the exposed stomach of Saxton, forcing him to let go. The crowd boos as Rush delivers some clubbing blows to the back of Saxton and pushing him back into the ropes. Rush sends Saxton for the ride and brings up his massive boot, knocking Saxton down with the sole of his shoe. Rush hits a standing elbow drop on Saxton and attempts a pinfall... 1... a defiant power-out by Saxton, stunning Rush for a moment. As Saxton looks to get up, Rush grabs Saxton by the head and tags in his partner Smith who gets booed loudly. He uses Saxton's alleviated head and locks in a quick chin lock as Rush gets back on the apron.

Cohen: Simple & effective - this is what Rush & Smith need to do throughout the entire contest if they are going to ensure a win. It might be entertaining but this is going to get the job done.

Connor: Saxton & Saboteur are resilient though, Jack, so sooner or later, they're going to have to resort to risky or awkward moves to keep their advantage. Risky and awkward is what brought the champs to the dance.

The crowd is behind Saxton, clapping for him as he gets back to his feet with Smith still holding in the submission. A few elbow shots to the stomach of Smith helps Saxton escape the hold, allowing Saxton full movement by landing punch after punch to Smith and creating a combo. Saxton goes to deliver the last strike on a groggy Smith but he manages to duck the attack. Saxton turns around and gets nailed in the head with a nasty roundhouse kick by Smith, causing a sickening echo that even reaches the ears of the fans up in the "nosebleed" sections. Saxton drops to the ground as Smith covers... 1... 2... Saxton kick-outs out.

Smith quickly tags in Rush who enters the ring, shuffling backwards up to the second turnbuckle as Smith holds Saxton down despite the referee's instructions. Rush dives off and Smith rolls out of the way as his partner hits a diving fist drop onto Saxton. Rush pins as Smith gets on the apron... 1... 2... another kick-out. Rush helps Saxton up to a kneeling position before outstretching to Smith, making the tag. He enters and delivers another hard roundhouse kick, this time to Saxton's chest. Rush gets back on the apron as Smith continues with another roundhouse kick, methodically taking his time to hit each kick.

He hits a third...

...

... A fourth...

...

... And a fifth!

Smith steps back and signals for the lethal blow as he goes all out, swinging for the head of Saxton... but he manages to duck the attack! Smith is confused for a second, not hearing the sound of bones cracking and turns around to see Saxton on one knee. Smith goes up to him but Saxton surprises his opponent by springing up and delivering a brutal roundhouse kick of his own! Saxton drops to his all fours whilst Smith has a dazed look in his eye as he tries to remain standing, staggering around before falling into a neutral corner.

Copeland: Smith has no idea what just hit him!

Connor: Never trade blows, or in this case, roundhouse kicks with Action Saxton. You'll never win.

Saboteur has his hand outstretched as Saxton manages to crawl his way to his partner. He makes the tag as the crowd cheers for the enthusiastic Saboteur who hops over the ropes and charges directly as Smith, hitting him with the stinger splash. Smith stumbles out of the corner but Saboteur sends him back with a big European uppercut. Saboteur positions himself correctly and begins a series of quick body blows to Smith before finishing off with a slap across the face with an echoing "oooo" from the audience. Saboteur grabs the head of Smith and delivers a snapmare before following up with a vicious kick to the back of Smith's head. Saboteur goes for a pin attempt... 1... 2... Rush breaks up the pin as the audience boos until Saxton re-enters the fray. He goes after Rush, delivering a couple of blows as Smith looks to find safety at the ropes. Saboteur goes after him a hits a couple of shots himself. The tag team champions have the challengers on the ropes at either end and nod at each other, deciding to Irish whip both men into each other, causing them to fall down. Saboteur rebounds off the ropes parallel to the bodies, and Saxton lifts him in the air. Saboteur comes down with a double knee drop to both opponents heads; Double Decapitation! Saboteur pins Smith as Saxton is forced out by referee Prince and Rush rolls to the outside. It takes Prince a couple of seconds to slide in position after dealing with Saxton... 1... 2... kick-out by Smith.

Saboteur puts his hands on his hips, taking a moment to recover as Smith slowly crawls across the canvas. As Smith manages to get to one knee, Saboteur applies a sleeper hold with his legs wrapping around the body of Smith. Saboteur locks on the pressure as Smith tries to get to his feet. Eventually, he stands up and out of desperation, he runs backwards and sandwiches Saboteur between himself and the turnbuckles, forcing Saboteur to let go. Smith walks out coughing and gasping for air, getting to the center of the ring before turning around and seeing a charging Saboteur heading his way. Smith thinks quickly and manages to hit his signature spinebuster, shaking the ring upon impact. Smith crawls to his partner and tags back in the big man. The audience boos as Rush heads over to Saboteur and begins stomping on him as Saboteur attempts to get up.

Cohen: And back to the slow pace of Rush & Smith we go. As long as they keep Saboteur grounded and Saxton on the apron, things should be smooth sailing for the challengers.

Rush grabs Saboteur, picking him up to hit a body-slam. Rush picks up Saboteur again, slamming him down again with another body-slam. Rush finishes it off with a third before attempting a pin... 1... 2... kick-out. Rush takes his time getting to his feet before helping Saboteur to his, feeding his head underneath the top rope, pulling his head up and forcing his head back over the top rope to expose his chest towards the audience. With a wicked smile, Rush hits a series of forearm clubs to the chest...

1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10!

Rush helps Saboteur out of the rope-twisting predicament before throwing his groggy carcass onto the canvas. Rush then tags in Smith who climbs up to the top rope, standing up straight before diving off with an elbow drop to the heart of Saboteur... 1... 2... Saboteur manages to kick-out before the three. Smith stands up and positions himself over Saboteur, looking down at his opponent before bending down, putting his arms around the back of Saboteur and picking him up in one fell swoop, only to deliver a perfect Northern light suplex with a bridge... 1... 2... kick-out again. Rush calls for the tag but Smith shakes his head.

Smith: "I've got this"

Smith goes behind Saboteur, holding his arms behind his back and lifts him to his feet before hitting a tiger suplex with another bridged pin... 1... 2... again, Saboteur kicks out. Rush again calls for the tag but Smith ignores his partner.

Connor: That confidence could turn into the cockiness if Smith isn't careful.

Cohen: Saboteur is getting the suplex treatment and there is nothing more effective in draining an opponent's energy mid-match than suplexes.

Smith picks up the almost limp body of Saboteur, hooks the arm and lifts Saboteur into the air, holding him a vertical suplex-like position for a few seconds as he attempts to slowly twist Saboteur around to his famed Falcon Arrow. However, complications arise as Saboteur begins squirming around in the air, making it very difficult for Smith to position Saboteur right. Saboteur gets the best of Smith and manages to turn himself around to be able to counter the move into a shirunai! Both men hit the canvas and the crowd is hyped up once more as Saxton paces the apron, looking for the tag. Rush looks annoyed as referee Prince begins the count.

Copeland: This could be the turning point of the match if Saboteur can get the tag!

The crowd is cheering loudly as the two men crawl towards their respective corners, with Saxton looking to explode out of the gates. Saboteur is almost at Saxton as Smith is nowhere near his partner. Instead of racing Saboteur, Smith decides to tug on referee Prince's shirt, distracting her as Saboteur makes the tag to a roaring audience. Saxton jumps over the ropes, ready to fight and runs over to Smith as he lets go of the referee who jumps in front of Saxton, pushing him back and telling him he needs to make a tag first. Saxton is about to explode and tries explaining that there was a tag but Prince says she didn't see it, ordering him back.

Cohen: The crafty veteran skills strike again!

Copeland: That's not skill; that's cheating! You can't just grab the referee like that.

Reluctantly, he does as Smith shoves past Saxton and grabs Saboteur, picking him up in a backbreaker position as Saxton watches on, forced on the apron by the referee as the crowd boos. Smith antagonises Saxton with Saboteur and goes to hit the backbreaker but Saboteur lifts his leg up, smacking Smith across the head. Saboteur does it again, causing Smith to drop Saboteur as he staggers around. Saboteur does his best to get up and runs off the ropes, rebounding back to see Smith recovered and looking for an arm drag... but Saboteur counters mid-air and runs it into a modified tornado DDT! Smith's head goes into the canvas and he rolls towards his corner as Saboteur shakes his head, trying to rid of the cobwebs. This time, he makes his way to his partner without distraction. As Smith tags in Rush, Saboteur tags in Saxton to a huge cheer.

Connor: And the tag is made. Saxton is now the legal man!

Saxton hops out of the gates as Rush enters the ring, getting ready for the onslaught as Saxton charges. Rush goes for another big boot but Saxton evades, getting behind Rush. He turns around and is met by a couple of knife-edge chops and a spin kick that sends Rush backwards. Saxton steps back and hits a shuffle side kick, putting Rush to one knee. He grabs the arms of Rush, trapping him as he delivers a series of headbutts.

1... 2... 3... 4... 5!

Saxton lets go and hits a Mongolian chop, stunning Rush as Saxton goes to the nearest turnbuckles, climbing to the second rope and jumping off with a diving overhead chop to a huge cheer. Rush drops to the ground, giving the chance for Saxton to make the pin... 1... 2... Smith breaks up the pin! His presence doesn't last long however as Saboteur appears out of nowhere and takes Smith and himself out of the ring with a Super Saboteur!, causing both men to crash to the ground on the outside. Saxton is up and waits for Rush to get up, setting up for what looks like the end. Rush gets to his feet and is met by the Megaton punch but Saxton, stunning him enough for SAXTON TO GO FOR THE BLACK LIGHTNING... BUT RUSH EVADES! Saxton turns around and Rush uses both hands to grab the neck of Saxton, picking him up and hitting a sit-out double handed chokeslam.

Cohen: Momentum shift! This could be what Rush & Smith need to take the titles!

Rush gets to his feet and slowly lifts up Saxton, putting him in position for his finisher as he calls for the end. The crowd boos as Rush looks to lift up Saxton, picking him up in the air and taking a couple of steps back. Rush begins to run and DELIVER THE RUSHING POWERBOMB...

... but at the last second, SAXTON PUSHES HIMSELF OFF THE SHOULDERS OF RUSH AND HITS A KARATE CHOP TO SUBDUE HIM!

Connor: Saxton countered the Rushing Powerbomb!

Saxton lands on his feet as Rush is stunned momentarily, allowing Saxton to run at Rush with a huge amount of force, hitting him with the shoulder tackle that sends Rush stumbling back. The fans get to their feet as they see Saboteur quickly ascending the turnbuckles, diving off.

Saboteur: TOUCHDOWWNNN!!!

He nails Rush with a flying crossbody, taking him down with the SUPER TOUCHDOWN! Saxton notices Smith recovering and calls over Saboteur as he recovers. Saboteur runs at Saxton with Saxton picking up his partner, twirling him around and throwing him to the outside with the FASTBALL SPECIAL AND CRASHING INTO SAM SMITH! Saxton turns around and sees Rush recovering, waits for the right moment and hits the BLACK LIGHTNING SUCCESSFULLY! Saxton follows it up with the BLACK DYNAMITE as the fans cheer as loud as they can. Saxton goes for the pin...

1...

2...

3!

Copeland: They did it!

The crowd is going in a frenzy as referee Prince counts the fall in favour of the tag team champions and calls for the bell. Saboteur slides into the ring, jumping up and down with excitement as Saxton slowly recovers.

Harrys: Here are your winners and STILL WZCW World Tag Team Champions; SABOTEUR & ACTION SAXTON!

Saboteur helps his buddy to his feet as Rush rolls out of the ring. Saboteur cannot believe what he has just witnessed and is jumping around the ring, overly excited that they retained. Saxton gets to his feet and stands in the middle of the ring as Saboteur jumps to the outside, hi-fives a few overly excited fans in the front row before sliding back in the ring, jumping on Saxton and giving him a big bro-hug. Referee Prince awards the championships to Saboteur & Saxton as Saboteur drops to his knees, attempting to kiss the belt through his spandex mask whilst Saxton stares at the belt, coveting it in his hands.

Copeland: The tag team champions have done it! They retained their titles at the biggest stage of them all and in Action Saxton's final match in WZCW, no less. You can see the emotion pouring out of these superstars as they celebrate in the ring.

Connor: They earned this victory and they ended the match with a bold statement. The action went back and forth between the two teams but ultimately, the destructive force of Rush & Sam Smith wasn't enough compared to the tag team synergy that Action Saxton & Saboteur possess. Congratulations to both men for retaining their titles.

Cohen: ... wow, I'm still in shock guys. An impressive final victory tonight for one of the weirdest odd couples in WZCW history and...

Cohen trails off as the crowd over-powers the commentators with a chant that makes Saxton shed a tear in the middle of the ring. The commentating team stops talking so the crowd can be heard.

"THANK-YOU SAX-TON! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP*"
"THANK-YOU SAX-TON! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP*"
"THANK-YOU SAX-TON! *CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP*"

Saxton looks around the arena as Saboteur pats his buddy on the back. Emotion gets the better of Saxton and he wipes his tears away before hugging Saboteur in the middle of the ring to a cheering audience. They raise their titles once more in the middle of the ring and hold their hands up high.

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Connor: A true sign of respect from the fans. Master Chop Onion would have been proud of this moment.

The two men decide to exit the ring, heading up the ramp with both Saboteur & Saxton hi-fiving the fans as they walk up. The fans say thank you to Saxton as he walks up, unable to say anything due to the atmosphere that is around them. They get to the top of the stage and pose one last time before heading into the backstage area with the fans all on their feet, applauding one of their favourite tag teams to ever grace the stage of WZCW.

"SAX-O-TEUR! SAX-O-TEUR! SAX-O-TEUR!"

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We transition to a live feed to the gorilla position where Saboteur & Action Saxton are walking back, being congratulated by numerous WZCW workers and stage-hands. An array of WZCW Superstars such as Blade, Amber Warren, & Matt Tastic; the General Managers of WZCW Big Dave, Chuck Myles & Vance Bateman; and personal friends of the duo all applauding for the display. There are lots of hand shaking and hugs all around as Action Saxton gets his send-off. Saxton walks away from Saboteur and turns to face the crowd.

Saxton: Thank you, sucka's. Thank you.

He then turns to Saboteur.

Saxton: And thank you most of all Saboteur... here...

He presents Saboteur with his tag team title belt.

Saxton: You deserve it.

Saboteur: I can't man, its yours.

Saxton: If you don't take this belt, I'm going to kick that skinny little spandex ass of yours. I can't defend it anyway so you take it and keep it safe for me. Can you do that, friend?

Saboteur takes the belt.

Saboteur: Of course, amigo!

There is one more round of applause as the tag team poses for one last time as the camera fades out.
 
The last section of fans still chant for Action Saxton & Saboteur as the main arching camera pans around the entire stadium, revealing the fans to be sitting back down in their seats or discussing with other fans about how the night has gone. We switch down to the ground floor where we get a shot of the WZCW commentating team.

Connor: Wow... the last time we'll ever see Action Saxton. That doesn't sound right, does it?

Cohen: Never say never, CC. I said I'd never return to ring action and yet I made an appearance in the main event of All-Stars II. For now, this is goodbye and as I hear over my ear-piece, Action Saxton has indeed left the building, but remember the two golden rules in wrestling: anything can happen & never say never.

Copeland: It was certainly a great match to go out on and that was only one match of the entire night's proceedings. We've had a monster of a time tonight - we've seen one of the most brutal matches to hit WZCW in the form of the War Games, Dr. Zeus completely snapping, two championships changing hands, Everest being inducted, Vega proving himself as the true Mayhem champion of the last year... the list goes on. Kingdom Come V has been an excellent experience thus far.

Cohen: That's right, Seabass... thus far. We might be nearing the end of the Pay-Per-View but it's not over yet as we have one more match left to go and its for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Copeland: For the first time ever in WZCW history, the World Heavyweight title match at Kingdom Come will be defended in a Triple Threat match as Steven Holmes, the current reigning champion will not only have to face the 2013 Lethal Lottery winner Drake Callahan but also the man he took the title from at the Lottery, "Showtime" David Cougar.

Connor: This match is potentially the last chance that these three will get to holding the World title after tonight and its going to take everything they've got to survive, let alone walk out as the victor and the World Heavyweight Champion.

A video loads on the TitanTron:

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The crowd in the arena lets out a large pop, waiting in anticipation for the final match to begin. After a few moments, the lights dim completely and everything is in near darkness. Suddenly, something appears on the TitanTron:

Sounds of one single clock ticking begins playing for a few seconds before a faded image of the clock emerges into the picture, getting clearer and clearer. It is a grandfather clock that ticks away as more clocks ticking can be heard. More clocks appears as more clocks continue to tick. It gets overbearing until all of the clocks disappear, leaving one signal digital clock counting down from 00:05.

00:04

00:03

00:02

00:01

00:00

My time... has come!

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The crowd inside the Dodger Stadium is completely split down the middle at the sound of Callahan's theme music, both cheering and booing the controversial superstar as the lights in the arena begin flashing white. As verse of the song kicks in, a single spotlight hits the top of the ramp where nobody is currently standing. It takes a few seconds for the silhouette of Drake Callahan to appear behind the light, slowing stepping into it as the crowd boos and cheers loudly for his arrival. Callahan takes one quick look around the arena before proceeding down the ramp at a very slow pace.

Copeland: There are only very few superstars who have come into WZCW and no matter the circumstance, they are known to bring their "A" game to every match and effectively force their opponents to step up their own just to even have a slight chance of walking away with the victory. Drake Callahan is one of those few.

Connor: Drake might be one tough competitor to beat but when it has come to the World Heavyweight Championship, he has only won a single encounter in his entire career. Every other opportunity, Drake has choked.

Cohen: That's a bit harsh there because he has won the World title before. Yes, it was a short reign but Callahan made it and there aren't many guys who have held that title in WZCW... but considering Callahan beat 29 other guys in the Lethal Lottery to get here tonight, then you can beat your money that Callahan has focused everything he's got in winning the title tonight.

Callahan is at ringside, sliding into it as he looks around the arena. He then goes to one side of the ring, waiting for his opponents as his music dies down. The crowd has no idea what to chant for Drake and remains in toil with itself as they both continue to cheer and boo Callahan.

One single light bulb hangs from the ceiling as something in the distance can be seeing walking with footsteps echoing in the background. The figure gets closer and the footsteps get louder as the image continues. Eventually, the figure stops and the camera pans around from facing the front of the figure all the way to the back. A deep breath can be heard as the light shines upon the figure's back, revealing it to be the next competitor in the contest.

*Cheers can be heard in the background of the video*

The figure looks up and pushes away the curtains with bright lights taking over.​

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As soon as the video announces "its Showtime," the man commonly known as the same name walks out through the curtain tucked away on the side. A huge display of pyrotechics goes off along the sides of Showtime as he walks to the top of the ramp. One last pyro display goes off on the borders of the TitanTron as Showtime does his signature pose on the top of the ramp. The crowd cheers loudly as he waits at the top of the ramp, soaking in the energy of the crowd before turning to the cameraman nearby.

Showtime: This is what I call a reception!

Showtime heads down the ramp, making sure to acknowledge the fans on the way down, sometimes interacting with some kids by giving them hi-fives.

Cohen: I know that this is the year of breaking traditions but Showtime weaselled his way into this match. He lost the championship to Holmes, threw a tantrum and because he beat one person, he gets inserted into the match? It sounds ridiculous to me!

Connor: Technically, Showtime tried to use his rematch clause and the General Managers decided to honour the clause in a law-binding contract should he be victorious against Celeste Crimson, the champions' love interest. No tantrum, no backstage politics...

Cohen: Say what you want to believe but don't twist those words on me.

Copeland: Whatever your take on the situation - Showtime is the clear fan favourite of the night and should he win, he will become the first ever three-time WZCW World Heavyweight Champion.

Showtime climbs the apron and gets onto the turnbuckles, doing his signature pose one more time before jumping off and entering the ring. He makes eye contact with Drake Callahan and the two of them stare at each other for a moment before Showtime turns away, heading over to Truman Harrys and referee Jurou Akiyama and greeting them. The crowd continues to cheer loudly as the music slowly dies down, fully supporting Showtime in this match.

Inside of what appears to be an old castle with walls and floors created by stone masons, sits an old throne where Steven Holmes sits atop with a crown on his head and the championship across his waist. His brother, Erik Holmes stands on one side of the throne in knights armour, protecting him. Celeste Crimson sits on the other side of the throne, staring directly at the camera position.

They say that my reign atop the Iron Throne will not last and that it will end before it truly begins.

Holmes smirks.

But, a King who enters the fight and is doubted by all, disregarded in his chances of victory is the most dangerous King of all.

He begins cackling.

I am your King, WZCW... welcome to my Kingdom!

Steven stands up with a maniacal look in his eye as Erik & Celeste do nothing but stare into the camera.​

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The crowd boos relentlessly as the most hated superstar on the entire roster sits on a throne being carried out by four large men dressed in tatters and rags, led by his brother Erik Holmes who holds the World championship in his hands. The four men stop and bend down, allowing Holmes to get up off his throne and step onto the ground below. His brother puts the championship on him before the two slowly walk down the ramp, ignoring what the fans are saying to him.

Cohen: An entrance fit for a King!

Copeland: Holmes is becoming delusional and mad with power - being the World Heavyweight Champion and living close to Royalty does not automatically make you a King. If anything, Holmes has a closer resemblance to a tyrant who will stop at nothing and stoop to any low just to get his way.

Cohen: And if that's what it takes to stay at the top then so be it. If you do not strive to be the greatest competitor in the world and hold the most coveted prize in the business then you should not be here.

Connor: That point is valid, Jack, but there is more than under-handed tactics to achieve great success. Men like Showtime, Titus and Steven Kurtesy did so by honourable means and defended the title with respect. Tonight, in Holmes' first title defense, we'll get to see his true colours.

Holmes gets to ringside as the two challengers stare at him and the belt that is currently around his waist. Erik gets onto the apron and opens up the ropes for him as Steven uses the stairs to slowly get into the ring. He stands opposing both Callahan & Showtime with his head held high and slowly raises his left arm with his hand making a pointing motion to the ceiling. His music dies down and the crowd continues to boo him mercilessly but Holmes does not care and doesn't react. Truman Harrys makes his way to center stage.

Harrys: This following contest is the main attraction of the evening; a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall and it is for the WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd cheers loudly at the mention of the title.

Harrys: Introducing the first challenger, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in at 219 pounds; he is the man they call "SHOWTIME" - DAVID COUUUUGAARRRRRR!

A bigger cheer erupts as Showtime bounces up and down, doing his final stretches as the focus is on him for a few seconds.

Harrys: The second challenger, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 215 pounds; he is the 2013 Lethal Lottery winner, DRAAAKE CAAAALLLAAAHAAAN!

A mixed reception for Drake who does nothing but stare down both of his opponents.

Harrys: And finally, from Buckingham, England, weighing in at 235 pounds; he is the current reigning WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, STEEEVEEEN HOOOOLLLMESSSSSS!

Boos fill the arena as Holmes lifts his pinkie finger in the air with little effort as Erik takes off the World title from around the waist of his brother, handing it to senior official Akiyama who allows both challengers to look at the title before hoisting it up in the air for the audience to see. He then hands it over to Truman Harrys to keep safe for the duration of this match. Erik gives Steven one last piece of advice before exiting the ring, keeping himself at ringside as the three men get checked over by Akiyama, making sure that none of the competitors are carrying any foreign objects. The crowd is buzzing as the necessary search is made.

Copeland: Senior Referee Jurou Akiyama doing the last few checks before he can officially begin this match.

Cohen: I've had the pleasure of having him as a referee and as an opponent. Trust me, you don't want to get on his bad side because he'll put you in place. Akiyama is the best referee I know to handle a high stakes match such as this.

Once Akiyama has finished with the checks, he calls all three men to the center of the ring. Reluctantly, they all oblige. One of the camera men gets up close and personal to film and hear what is being discussed.

Akiyama: Let me explain clearly how I'm going to officiate this match - the only way this match will end is by pinfall or submission. I will not tolerate any form of disqualification and should any of you attempt to purposely do so, I will physically intervene and I have been cleared to do so. No foul play or you will receive serious consequences such as being ejected from the match. Do I make myself clear, gentlemen?

All three men either nod or answer back with a simple "yes." Akiyama nods his head back and wishes all the men good luck before telling them to take a couple of steps back. He does one final check on all three competitors before he signals for the bell.

Copeland: Here we go!
 
* DING * DING * DING *

As soon as the match officially starts, Steven Holmes quickly slides out of the ring with a huge smirk on his face as his opponent just stare at him with bewilderment. The crowd boos loudly as his brother Erik walks over to him.

Copeland: It's only been a few seconds and Holmes is pushing his luck.

Cohen: Akiyama modified the rules to remove any possible means of ending the match in a disqualification so Holmes can stay outside the ring for as long as he wants without getting counted out. Extremely smart by the champ.

Referee Akiyama questions Holmes' intelligence.

Akiyama: Did you just listen to what I said?

Holmes: Am I breaking any of your rules?

Holmes smirk only grows bigger as he has made Akiyama speechless. He shakes his head and tells Callahan & Showtime to begin the proceedings, not worrying about Holmes who is eager to watch the two challengers fight.

"Holmes Has No Balls!" * Clap-Clap * Clap-Clap * Clap *
"Holmes Has No Balls!" * Clap-Clap * Clap-Clap * Clap *

Holmes gets very annoyed with the chant as he turns around, getting into the face of the fans in the front row as they yell in his face, continuing the chant and not being intimidated. Erik does his best to tell the fans to shut it but it only makes them more rowdy. Showtime, Callahan & Akiyama can't help but laugh for a second as Holmes' face goes bright red.

Connor: Ah... brilliant!

Copeland: These fans are wrong! Holmes has balls... they're just currently in Celeste Crimson's trophy case.

Connor: Right next to her championship?

Copeland: ZING!

Cohen: You guys are ********s.

In a fit of rage and desperate to prove to the audience that he has genitalia, Holmes quickly slides into the ring and goes after Showtime. However, Showtime is prepared, grabs the head of Holmes and throws him over the top rope and sending him to the floor with a huge cheer from the audience. Holmes rolls around on the outside and gets up to his feet, looking much more angrier than before as he feels embarrassed. Showtime holds his hands in the air as he gets a celebratory cheer from the audience who applauds his work. As the celebration from the fans occurs, Holmes decides to rush into the ring again and this time, target Callahan. He grabs the head of Holmes and looks to do the exact same thing as Showtime but Holmes has learned, reversing around and tossing Callahan over the top rope. He turns around and turns to Showtime, bragging to his face that he isn't stupid. Unbeknown to Holmes, Callahan has hung onto the top rope and proceeds to skin the cat, much to the delight of the audience. Showtime tells Holmes to look behind him, asking him if he actually accomplished throwing Callahan over and sees Drake, staring at him as he stands in the ring. Holmes runs at him and Callahan delivers a back body drop to Holmes over the top rope, sending him crashing down to the floor. The crowd goes in a frenzy as Callahan decides to pose and Holmes becomes irate as his brother Erik tries to calm him down.

Cohen: This better not be a pissing contest between Showtime & Callahan the entire night. I expected much better from a World title match.

Connor: Pissing contest? You mean unintentionally funny mind games being played on a very insecure and short-tempered champion? If Holmes ignored the fans in the first place and kept his anger under control, this wouldn't be happening.

Callahan has a genuine smile on his face as he looks back at Showtime who is enjoying the moment as well. Showtime says something to Callahan and he laughs in response. The two share a funny moment together before Callahan spins around, kicks Showtime in the stomach and looks to go for the FADED MEMORY! The crowd are caught by surprise as they see Callahan lift Showtime in the air, looking for his brainbuster finisher but Showtime is able to slip behind Callahan and lock his arms around his waist. Showtime runs forward, forcing Callahan to run as well and they spring off the ropes, allowing Showtime to fall back and roll Callahan back into a pinning predicament as Akiyama slides into position...

... 1

... 2

... Callahan manages to kick-out!

Copeland: A close call for either man in the opening minutes of this bout.

Drake rolls back into a standing position as Showtime recovers. Callahan charges at Showtime with an attempted clothesline but Showtime is able to subdue his opponent by grabbing onto the arm and locking in a quick standing armbar, forcing Callahan down to one knee. He doesn't stay there for long however as Callahan performs a combat roll to a standing position, twisting the arm of Showtime before jumping in the air and performing a flying armbar take-down and wrenching on the arm of Showtime. The crowd applauds the move as Showtime looks to be in pain. Akiyama is in prime position for a potential submission and asks Showtime if he quits but he refuses to. Showtime quickly getting to his feet and forcing his arm into the chest of Callahan, pinning both shoulders to the canvas...

... 1

... 2 and a counter that sends Showtime back to the ground in the armbar again immediately after. Showtime, still fresh, gets to his feet once more but instead of going for a pin, he decides to use his free arm to deliver a knife edge chop to Callahan who still has the armbar locked in. It clearly pains Callahan but his arms are busy keeping the submission on Showtime to defend himself. Showtime hits another knife edge chop before beginning as series of chops to Callahan.

*smack*
"WOOoooooooo"
*smack*
"WOOoooooo"
*smack*
"WOOoooo"
*smack*
"WOOoo"
*smack * smack * smack * ...

Showtime delivers the knife-edge chops at a piston-like rate until Callahan finally decides to let go, clutching his chest as he stands up, revealing that it was almost as red as a tomato. He wipes his chest for any signs of blood as Showtime recovers, clutching the arm that had been locked in the submission hold.

Connor: That's got to sting.

Cohen: I don't care how tough you are: any sort of chop across the chest hurts. Callahan should be lucky it isn't winter! Those hits can tear your cold skin to shreds!

Showtime "shakes the cobwebs" from his arm as he turns to Callahan and approaches him, still in agony. He sees Showtime coming and a look of viciousness crosses the face of Callahan, looking to attack with a wild swinging punch but Showtime blocks the attack, twisting the arm of Callahan around. He wrenches Callahan's arm, causing Drake to go to one knee before getting back up. Showtime does it once more with the same result. He twists the arm around again as Callahan pleads for anything else. Showtime shrugs, lets one hand go off Callahan's arm and decides to deliver another knife-edge chop with the free hand to another "WOO" reaction from the crowd. Callahan tries to hold the screams of pain in as he tip-toes around with his arm still locked in an arm-hold. Callahan attempts to use his free arm to get out of the hold but Showtime blocks again, grabbing it with his own free hand. Showtime smiles and performs the same armbar takedown as Callahan did before, this time transitioning into a triangle choke hold submission. Callahan slams the canvas in frustration as he looks to escape the hold but Showtime has the perfect position and leverage of him, unable to find a way out. Akiyama is there, asking if Callahan wishes to submit. Before an answer can be made, the absent Holmes finally emerges from out of nowhere as he slides into the ring, attacking Holmes with a running elbow drop that causes him to break up the submission. Before Showtime has a chance to recover, Holmes delivers a series of quick knee drops to the arm of Showtime that was recently targeted by Callahan as the crowd boos heavily for the interruption.

Cohen: And the champion potentially saves the match from ending.

Copeland: After cowardly hiding away behind the apron the entire time.

Cohen: He was recovering!

Copeland: No he wasn't. He was watching the match whilst keeping his head hidden. He was right in front of us, Jack.

Holmes delivers the last knee drop to Showtime when he sees Callahan attempting to stand up using the ropes. Holmes has a smirk on his face as he charges at him, giving Callahan a running high knee that knocks him out of the ring for his troubles. Holmes watches as Callahan crashes to the floor to a booing audience. He turns back and sees Showtime crawling towards the ropes, licking his lips at the chance for some one-on-one time with the previous World champion. He grabs Showtime and locks him in an abdominal stretch, slowly contorting the body of Showtime back as he makes him feel the pressure. Akiyama asks if Showtime is willing to quit and he refuses, shaking his head. Holmes decides to ramp it up a notch and pull back with his head touching the ropes. Akiyama switches position to ask Showtime again, allowing the Holmes' brothers to work as a sneaking unit. Steven reaches for his brother Erik's hand and Erik pulls it back, allowing Steven to stretch Showtime with greater pressure as he screams loudly. Akiyama notices something is amiss and looks at Steven, who lets go of Erik's hand a second before as his brother goes for a walkabout as the crowd boos relentlessly.

Connor: C'mon Jurou! Steven is cheating.

Cohen: As long as you don't get caught...

Steven asks what is wrong and Akiyama shakes his head. Like a snake, Erik makes his way to Holmes again without being detected and pulls back on Steven's arm once more. As Showtime screams loudly, Akiyama checks again and his findings aren't successful as Erik is walking around again. Akiyama turns around again to check on Showtime as the Holmes' brothers try for one more time but this time, Akiyama turns around and catches them red handed! The crowd cheers loudly as the look on Steven's face tells the story, pleading to Akiyama as he receives hard questions. He forces Steven to break the hold and asks him what happened who immediately points to his brother.

Steven: He pulled my arm back. I had nothing to do with it.

Akiyama shakes his head at Holmes but decides to use this excuse as a way to eject Erik Holmes from ringside. The crowd goes wild as both of the Holmes brothers argue with Akiyama but he warns Steven that next time, he will be ejected. Steven stops as Akiyama checks on Showtime who is recovering. Erik is irate as he looks up at Steven who looks away. Feeling betrayed, Erik decides to back away and leave as Akiyama has requested.

Copeland: It seems the back-up plan of the World champion has fallen through. His brother has been banned from being at ringside and Steven is all on his own, as is his competitors.

Holmes cannot believe what has happened and shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair as he leans on the ropes. He wipes his face before turning around and gets a dropkick to the face by Showtime. Holmes drops to the canvas as Showtime looks to be going for the pin but a recovered Callahan has managed to get into the ring, delivering a running big boot to the side of Showtime that sends him rolling underneath the bottom rope and hitting the floor on the outside. Callahan goes for the pin...

... 1

... 2

... and a kick-out by Holmes.

Quickly, Callahan grabs the leg of Holmes before he can go anywhere and decides to lock on a single leg Boston crab, wrenching back as Holmes screams out in pain, looking for the ropes to break up the submission.

Connor: It has been submissions galore.

Akiyama asks if Holmes wants to tap but he shakes his head furiously as he claws and scratches his way across the canvas, looking to grab hold of the ropes. Akiyama watches on as Holmes is almost a finger tip away until he is dragged back into the middle by Callahan but this time, switches things up and gets the figure four leg lock in the middle of the ring. Holmes has nowhere to go as he his stuck in the center as the pain continues to pulsate down his legs. The crowd cheers as Callahan is enjoying the look on Holmes' face, telling him to tap. Holmes raises a hand in the air, signalling that he is looking to tap but decides that he'd rather have broken legs than lose the title. He looks at Drake with a deathly stare and smirks for a second before Callahan increases the pressure, causing Holmes to lie back down to the canvas whilst keeping a shoulder up. The submission hold continues until the fans cheer very loudly. Callahan notices this and he looks up to see Showtime on the top rope. Callahan tries to get away and lets go of the submission but it is too late: he dives off and hits an elbow drop right into the damaged chest of Callahan before attempting a pin...

... 1

... 2

... kick-out just in time by Callahan.

Copeland: Showtime preventing Holmes from tapping with that huge elbow onto Callahan.

Cohen: Did you not see the determination in Steven's eyes? He wasn't going to tap; he's a resilient champion.

Showtime is on his knees with his hands on his hips, taking a couple of breaths as Holmes crawls away to the ropes with one hand holding his legs. Callahan is on all four, attempting to get to his feet. Showtime gets to his feet and uses his hand to lift up the chin of Callahan, opening him up for another knife-edge chop. Callahan stumbles back to the ropes and Showtime goes to whip him across but Callahan sends Show for the ride instead. Callahan attempts a clothesline but Showtime ducks and continues running, rebounding off the ropes to hit a flying elbow. Showtime performs a kip-up, an unfamiliar sighting by Cougar as he runs towards the ropes, delivering a leg drop before going for a cover on Callahan...

... 1

... 2

... kick-out by Callahan again.

There is still fight left in Callahan who looks to get up, only to have Showtime get to his feet first and aid him to a vertical base. Another knife-edge chop comes to the way of Callahan as Showtime prepares for a standing spinning clothesline. As Showtime swings for the fences, Callahan ducks and hits a belly-to-back suplex on Showtime.

Cohen: Nice reversal.

Callahan takes a breather from the action, checking his chest again for any signs of blood but still only a red chest. He looks up, seeing that Showtime is almost to his feet, looking for solace in the corner with Callahan following him. Showtime tries to fight out of the corner as Callahan approaches but he catches Showtime's arm, spins him 180 and delivers a forward Russian legsweep to Showtime with his head bouncing off the second turnbuckle. Showtime covers his face as he stumbles backwards, allowing Callahan to move in with a kick to the stomach and a snap DDT. Callahan rolls over the almost limp body of Showtime and goes for a pin...

... 1

... 2

... Showtime manages to kick-out, much to the relief of the fans.

Connor: A nasty drop by Callahan.

Cohen: Showtime might need facial reconstruction.

Callahan is sitting up, pondering for a moment what he can do next as Showtime is slowly beginning to recover. He stands up and turns around to Showtime, picking him up slowly before dropping him with a falling reverse DDT. Instead of going for the cover, he decides to get up and puts himself in position as he raises his hand high in the air, causing a huge mixed reaction from the fans. He turns 180 and performs a standing moonsault press onto Showtime before popping up, following it up with a standing shooting star press. He goes for the cover...

... 1

... 2

... another kick-out by Showtime.

Callahan doesn't look very pleased as he decides to flip Showtime onto his stomach out of a short burst of anger and locks in THE BITTER END SUBMISSION! Callahan wrenches back both arms of Showtime as he screams out in pain with what little energy he has left. Drake is looking to end the match as Akiyama is there, asking Showtime. He does not want to quit but seems to be fading out as Callahan keeps his signature submission locked in.

Copeland: This could be it!

Callahan keeps the hold locked until suddenly, Holmes has finally recovered and manages to drive a knee straight into the back of Callahan but that doesn't stop him. Holmes decides to go for a chinlock on Callahan whilst he has the Bitter End locked on Showtime. Holmes wrenches back and causes pain for Callahan but stretches Showtime back further, causing more pain. Despite their fan favourite getting the worst end of the submission, the crowd applauds the unique position as both men continue applying their holds. Akiyama warns Holmes that if Showtime taps, there will be two winners. Alerted, Holmes stops the submission and decides the knee the face of Callahan a few times before he ceases the submission on Showtime. Holmes attempts a pin on Showtime...

... 1

... 2

... interrupted by Callahan.

Connor: Showtime must be superhuman! I don't know how he has managed to survive all these submission holds.

Holmes isn't too pleased with Callahan's interruption as he gets to his feet whilst Callahan struggles to do so. Holmes picks him up and knees him in the stomach before delivering a textbook standing vertical suplex on Callahan. He goes for the pin...

... 1

... kick-out.

Holmes picks up Callahan to a vertical position, delivering a belly-to-belly suplex on Callahan, following up with a pin...

... 1

... 2

... kick-out again.

Holmes leaves Callahan little time to recover as he brings him to his feet once more, hitting a Northern lights suplex with a bridging pin...

... 1

... 2

...kick-out for a third time.

Holmes is truly unimpressed with Callahan despite the fans applauding for Callahan's ability to continue kicking out. Holmes picks up Callahan but he is becoming more limp, unable to get Drake to a vertical position. It is no matter for Holmes who decides to hit an underhook suplex on Callahan...

... 1

... 2

...shoulder up this time by Callahan.

Holmes is frustrated but does see the end of Callahan soon as he continues wearing him down. As he goes to get up, he sees Showtime recovering and almost at his feet. Holmes decides to leave Callahan in a crumpled heap for the moment. He heads over to Showtime and sneaks up from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist and manages a German suplex on him, causing Showtime to roll to the outside. Breathing heavily, Holmes grins as he sees the damage he has caused. He gets to his feet slowly and points to the turnbuckle as the crowd boos Holmes.

Cohen: I'm telling you guys; suplexes are energy-drainers. Holmes managed to dispose of both competitors with simple moves.

Copeland: Maybe so but Holmes seems puffed as well. Constantly lifting 200 pound plus weights just to throw them around will tire you out as well.

Holmes has managed to pick up Callahan and lift him to the top turnbuckle, albeit very slowly. Holmes decides to go up and the crowd follow suit, standing out of their chairs and getting their camera's ready for the big impact. As Holmes balances at the top, he goes to lift Callahan but he refuses to be thrown off. Holmes delivers a couple of knee shots before Callahan gives in, allowing Holmes to lift him to a standing base. As both men stand atop the turnbuckles Holmes goes to lift Callahan and deliver a superplex. At the same time, Showtime scrambles to the apron and springboards off the ropes from out of nowhere, spearing Holmes in a mid-air collision. All three men crash into the canvas with Callahan landing on his back; Holmes being driven into the mat by Showtime; and Showtime landing awkwardly. All three men are out in the center of the ring as Akiyama checks on all three, checking on them to see if they are all okay.

"HOL-Y SH*T! HOL-Y SH*T! HOL-Y SH*T!"

Copeland: My God! Showtime speared Holmes out of nowhere whilst delivering a superplex to Callahan! When did Cougar know how to perform a springboard attack so swiftly?

Cohen: This is Kingdom Come V, Seabass. It brings out something inside of competitors that you would have never seen before.

Connor: And these fans appreciate this because they are not chanting for our new Elite X champion.

All three men have been deemed okay to compete as all three desperately try and get to their feet, using whatever they can to prop them up. Akiyama does not count as he wishes to call a proper ending without any controversy. He watches on as all three men look to be the first to gain the advantage. Showtime, being the least banged up of the three, gets to his feet first and delivers a knife-edge chop to Holmes, who is the second person up, for the first time in this match. Holmes swings wildly but Showtime evades and hits another knife-edge on Holmes who staggers back. Showtime follows Holmes and pushes him into the ropes, whipping him across the ring. Showtime gets ready and swings wildly but Holmes ducks, running the ropes again. As he comes for the rebound, Callahan gets to his feet and he & Showtime perform a simultaneous enzuigiri kick on Holmes, who drops to his knees before collapsing to the ground. Both Callahan and Showtime crawl for a cover but Akiyama refuses to count a double fall!

Showtime and Callahan look at each other as they trade blows with each other as they attempt to get up. The crowd is getting into the blows as it seems some of the Callahan supporters are betraying Showtime as they cheer for him. Mixed reactions are heard with each trading blow until Showtime manages another knife-edge chop. Callahan staggers back but looks to hit a big punch. Showtime ducks and goes behind Callahan, hitting the Backstage DDT on Callahan. He goes for the cover...

... 1

... 2

... Holmes breaks up the count!

Cohen: They aren't going to get anywhere with all three men in the ring! They'll just keep breaking up the pins.

Copeland: All men seem to be running on fumes here, Jack. Something has to give.

Holmes & Showtime slowly recover to the feet until Showtime goes for a chop but Holmes goes behind Showtime, attempting to lock in the Superiority Complex submission! Showtime struggles to make sure the hold isn't locked in but Holmes changes it on the fly by delivering the Superiority Execution suplex instead! Showtime seems to be out as he falls to the outside as Callahan looks to recover. Holmes seems Showtime out and a tired Callahan, smiling as he realises the end is nigh. Holmes grabs the head of Callahan and puts it in-between his legs, looking to end the match right here! HOLMES CLUTCHES CALLAHAN AND LIFTS UP FOR THE IMPERIAL IMPALER, CRASHING CALLAHAN'S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS!

Cohen: Yes!

The crowd is on their feet but not rejoicing as they are anticipating the pinfall, not wanting the referee to count. Holmes takes a moment to crawl over to Callahan, flip his limp body and cover. The crowd watches in horror as Akiyama drops down for the fall...

... 1

...

... 2

...

... Callahan manages to kick-out!

Cohen: WHAT!?

The crowd lets out a cheer of relief as the match is still going and not awarded to Holmes. The look of disbelief on Holmes' face is almsot priceless, worried that his most dangerous move has seemingly failed to get the job done. He looks over to Akiyama and asks for a three but he shows him two. Holmes cannot believe it as he gasps for air.

Cohen: How did Callahan kick out of the Impaler?

Connor: The will to be the World champion once again is burning strong and deep within these competitors. They just won't quit!

Holmes shakes his head as the match still continues and looks at the fans rejoicing. He does what he can to bring himself up to his feet, picking up Callahan again, going for the Imperial Impaler once again it seems. However, before anything can happen, Callahan performs a back body drop on Holmes to counter the move! The crowd cheers as Holmes flips over and hurts his back but Callahan cannot seem to capitalise as he tries getting to his feet. Holmes is able to get up and pounce on Callahan, LOCKING IN THE ARISTOCRACY REIGNS WITH RELATIVE EASE! The crowd pleads for Callahan to stay in the match as Holmes eyes are wide open, relishing this moment as he contorts the neck of Callahan... but only for a moment as it seems Callahan has the strength to grab the legs of Holmes and trip him over. The crowd yells for joy as Callahan has found a new surge of energy, getting to his feet at the same time as Holmes, kicking him in the gut AND SETTING HIM UP WITH THE FADED MEMORY, SUCCESSFULLY DRIVING HOLMES INTO THE MAT. The fans are mixed with the results as Callahan crawls for the cover...

...

... 1

...

... 2

...

... and HOLMES KICKS OUT!

Copeland: You've got to be kidding!

A sigh of disappointment around the arena as they applaud the performances of the men in the match thus far. Callahan seems out of it as he just lays on Holmes, trying to catch his breath.

Connor: Is there anything that can cause these guys to break?

Showtime gets a huge rally of cheers as he is seen standing on the outside thanks to the support of the ring apron, sliding into the ring and slowly getting to his feet as does Callahan. Eventually they meet together with Showtime more refreshed than Callahan until Drake trips Showtime over, LOOKING TO GO FOR THE COMMERCIAL BREAK, SHOWTIME'S FINISHING SUBMISSION! Showtime struggles and struggles but Callahan is like a man possessed, eventually locking in the hold and flipping Showtime onto his back. He wrenches back with all he has left with Akiyama in position, asking Showtime if he wants to quit. There is no response from Showtime as he desperately looks to escape but he hasn't got the energy. He looks to raise a hand and think about tapping, despite the pleas from the audience.

Cohen: He's going to tap! He's going to tap!

Showtime is thinking and thinking but it seems he may have no choice and goes to tap...

... but Holmes manages to save Showtime from tapping as he attacks Callahan from behind, causing him to let go of the submission. The crowd cheers as the match continues and the fan favourite survives. Callahan and Holmes slowly get to their feet with Callahan goes for a swing but Holmes catches him with a knee to the stomach, before going behind Callahan and hitting a German suplex that sends him outside of the ring. Holmes slams the canvas in frustration as Callahan lies motionless on the outside. He shakes his head until he remembers that Showtime is in the contest as well, who is almost out it himself. Holmes looks to the corner before looking back at Showtime, envisioning how he is going to end this match. Holmes gets to his feet and drags the carcass of Showtime, bringing him up to the turnbuckles and slowly lifting him to the top.

Cohen: This is it. Holmes is looking to put the exclamation point on this match!

Holmes manages to get Showtime to the top and slowly climbs himself up there as well. He takes his time and prepares himself and Showtime, but instead of going for the superplex, it looks as if Holmes wants to hit the Imperial Impaler from the top rope! The crowd desperately watches on as what could be a career-ending move is about to take place.

Copeland: A piledriver from the top rope? Holmes isn't that sadistic, is he?

Connor: He's doing whatever it takes to get the win and if it means getting rid of Showtime forever, then Holmes is that type of man to do it.

Holmes takes a deep breath as he lifts up Showtime, preparing him for the Imperial Impaler!

As he lifts Showtime in the air, Cougar struggles and makes it harder for Holmes to get him vertical and puts him down. Holmes tries again but the same thing happens. Holmes slaps the back of Cougar a couple of times before trying for a third time. As he lifts, Showtime moves back and Holmes' grip slips but manages to stay on the top. Showtime stands up and knees Holmes in the stomach, grabbing him around the neck, twists him & Holmes around 180 and FLIES OFF THE TOP WITH THE FINAL ACT! HOLMES AND SHOWTIME CRASH INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SICKENING THUD AND BOTH MEN ARE OUT!

Showtime has an arm wrapped around the chest of Holmes and Akiyama goes for the count...

Connor: He's going for it!

...

... 1

Drake Callahan has managed to recover, using the ring apron to stand up and sees what is transpiring.

Cohen: C'mon Callahan!

...

... 2

Callahan does his best to slide into the ring and he crawls for the cover.

Copeland: It might be too late!

...

He is inches away!!!

3!

Connor: Showtime has done it!

The crowd erupts in the largest cheer of the night as senior official Jurou Akiyama counts the three with Callahan so close from breaking up the pin, dropping his head to the ground as he tries to take in the loss. Showtime is barely conscious as the bell rings in his favour with Holmes being completely out.

Harrys: Here is your winner and NEW WZCW World Heavyweight Champion; "SHOWTIME" DAVID COOOOOUUUGGGGAAAARRRR!

The crowd celebrates with loud cheers as Harrys officially announces Showtime as the World Champion. Everybody is happy that their fan favourite has once again reclaimed the gold and reached the top of the mountain once again.

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!

Cohen: ... I'm in awe, Seabass. What they say about Showtime is true - he cannot be stopped and one day, this man will go down as the one of, if not, the greatest superstar in WrestleZone Championship Wrestling history! He is the legend of our time and I have no problem admitting that. He not only bested Steven Holmes but also Drake Callahan, two men who were deemed to be the best in the world right now... but forever and always, that title will belong to the man they call Showtime. An excellent ending indeed and he deserves this.

Cohen rises from his booth, applauding the showcase that he has seen along with Connor & Copeland, joining the rest of the world as they applaud Showtime who is only getting to his feet, realising that he has won as Akiyama presents the World title to Showtime. He hesitates for a moment before grabbing it, standing to his feet and having his arm raised by Akiyama where a huge display of confetti rains down and pyro is shot throughout the stadium. Showtime could not be any happier as he takes the ring to himself with Akiyama leaving the ring to check on both Callahan & Holmes who have rolled to the outside. Showtime gets on the turnbuckles and shows off his prize to the audience as they cheer loudly.

Copeland: And on this high note, we end tonight's broadcast of Kingdom Come. I'm Sebastian Copeland, alongside Jack Cohen and Catherine Connor, hoping you enjoyed the show. Thank everyone and goodnight!

We end the show with Showtime holding up the belt as the fans praise in the background.
 
Ladies and gentlemen, these men were proud to present you Kingdom Come V:

FalKon: Holmes vs. Callahan vs. Showtime, Saxoteur vs. Russian Smith, Various Backstage Antics
FunKay: Chris K.O. vs. Titus, Opening, Main Event Backstage Segments
Harthan: Celeste Crimson vs. Barbosa
KillJoy: Vega vs. Ace Stevens, Dr. Zeus vs. Sandy Deserts, Graphics Guru and Video Master
Kermit: Krypto vs. Alhazred, War Games
JGlass: Constantine vs. S.H.I.T. vs. Wasabi Toyota, Saxton and Saboteur Pre-Match
Yaz: The Hall of Fame

Special Thanks: Lee for the Titus Promo, Meeks, Doc & Dave for all they gave us, everyone who contributed to the WrestleZone Weekend and of course to you the WZCW faithful.

Well that was our biggest show of the year and what a year it’s been. We’ve had up and downs, new faces and old all coming together to create a whirlwind of a time, but now it’s time to relax and take a break. We’ll be back soon to begin the year all over again, but before then take your time out, recharge your batteries and chill because when we come back it’ll be the Road to Redemption and with what we’ve got planned its one not to miss. Keep your eyes peeled too for a couple of newsworthy notes and surprises in the coming days too.

Oh and one more thing, don’t forget to drop us a review of the show whether it be good bad or otherwise, let us know what you thought:

http://forums.wrestlezone.com/showthread.php?t=76131&page=11

Thanks Guys and have a good break. You’ve earned it.

The Votes:

Kingdom Come V

Steven Holmes (0) vs. Drake Callahan (2) vs. Showtime (3)
Saboteur/Saxton (6) vs. Rush/Smith (0)
Chris K.O. (4*) vs. Titus (3) – *Casting Vote from Former Creative Member
Barbosa (6) vs. Celeste Crimson (1)
Vega (6) vs. Ace Stevens (1)
Krypto (3) vs. Mister Alhazred (4)
Dr. Zeus (5) vs. Sandy Deserts (1)
Constantine (0) vs. S.H.I.T (7) vs. Wasabi Toyota (0)
Sacrificial Altar (5) vs. Team Strikeforce (1)
 
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