Shots of Showtime and Titus shouting at each other play before ending on them facing off.
Shot of Blade and Triple X abusing one another during King for a Day play.
Tonight, new evils rise...
The Beard and Dr. Zeus stand over Drake Callahan's body.
Tonight, titles will be on the line...
Fallout, Los Magnificos Dragones, and Mikey Stormrage are all shown holding their belts above their heads.
And Hell on Earth will be unleashed....
Gruesome shots of the Cell are interspersed with the four competitors looking determined.
UNSCRIPTED 2014 IS LIVE
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Harrys: The opening contest is a No Holds Barred match, where the loser must leave the WZCW! Already in the ring, the special guest referee for this contest, Miss Becky Serra!
Becky waves to the crowd as they give her some cheers.
The crowd give a big pop as Grizzly Bob emerges, cast around his arm. Despite the injury, he still smiles as the crowd gives him a big ovation.
Connor:This rivalry has gotten so intense over the last few weeks.
Cohen:And really, really weird.
Copeland:And now, the careers of both men are on the line!
Harrys: Introducing first—
Before Bob can be introduced, Diabolos has attack Bob from behind, clubbing him in the back of the head! Bob goes down, and Diabolos kicks him in the gut. Bob rolls down the rest of the ramp and onto the floor as the crowd viciously boo Diabolos. He stalks his opponent, actually roaring for a moment, before picking Bob up and hurling him into the crowd barricade. Bob yells out in pain as he lands heavily on his broken arm. Becky gets out of the ring and tries to get between Bob and Diabolos but Diabolos ignores her and continues to stomp away at his opponent.
Cohen: When did we hire that new ref? She’s terrible…
Copeland:That’s Becky, Jack…
Cohen:Oh. So it is.
Diabolos picks Bob up by the hair and cracks his head against the ring apron. With Bob dazed, Diabolos grabs his hurt arm and smashes it against the ring post! Bob let’s out another roar of pain as he falls to his knees. Diabolos pushes the Harrys off his seat and grabs the steel chair. He walks over to Bob and raises the chair over his head. He brings the chair down, but Bob moves! The impact of the chair hitting the ground sends shockwaves through Diabolos’ arms. Bob takes advantage, getting to his feet. He runs at Diabolos and spears him through the crowd barricade into the timekeeper’s area!
Both men seem to be completely out of it as Becky checks on them. Then, Bob rolls over and drapes an arm over Diabolos!
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Diabolos gets a shoulder up! Bob is starting to recover, though he’s clearly in pain from his arm. He gets to his feet and pulls the covering off the announce table and grabs one of the monitors. He watches and waits as Diabolos slowly starts to get up. Diabolos manages to get to his feel, and he stumbles out of the timekeepers are. Bob charges at him and smashes the monitor into Diabolos’ skull! Diabolos crumbles to the mat, and Bob goes for a cover. Becky stands with her hands over her mouth before realising her job,
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Kick out!
Connor:I don’t know how Diabolos keeps kicking out, but Bob is going to kill him if they keep going like this!
Bob picks up Diabolos and rolls him into the ring. He practically throws Diabolos into the corner and hits several chops to the chest, illiciting “WOOO”s from the crowd. He takes a few steps back and raises his good arm, to cheers from the crowd before running at Diabolos. He goes for an Avalanche in the corner, but Diabolos manages to roll out of the way. Bob hits the corner hard and Diabolos turns him around and hits the R’Leh Rising! Bob goes down, dazed and Diabolos goes up to the second rope. He jumps off with a fist drop, hitting Bob’s arm. He goes for a pin,
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Kick out by Bob! Diabolos quickly gets to his feet and starts circling his fallen opponent. He rolls out of the ring, looks under the apron. He pulls out what appears to be wire cutters. He rolls back into the ring, and begins to open up the cast on Bob’s arm!
Cohen:This isn’t going to be pretty…
Copeland:Someone has to stop this, Bob’s arm might be irreversibly damaged!
Bob is still on the mat as Diabolos throws away his cast. He surveys his opponent for a moment before stomping on the arm! The crowd groan in sympathy for Bob, as he rolls around clutching his arm, screaming in agony. Becky is almost in tears from looking on.
Diabolos rolls out of the ring and grabs the chair he tried to use earlier. He rolls back into the ring and cracks the chair off the mat a couple of times. He opens the chair and folds Bob’s arm into it. A the crowd boo loudly, with some unable to watch, Diabolos climbs up to the top rope. He’s about to jump off, when Becky stands in his way, pleading with him not to jump off.
Cohen: Oh yeah, cause that’s professional.
Diabolos tries to wave her out of the way, but she doesn’t budge. Suddenly, Bob comes from nowhere, running past Becky and smashing the chair over Diabolos’ head! Diabolos is knocked loopy and crotches himself on the top rope, to a roar of approval from the crowd. Bob unfolds the chair and stands it in the ring. He climbs up to the second rope and grabs Diabolos for a Superplex. Diabolos tries to resist, but he can’t stop the strength of Bob. Bob lifts him up and Superplexes him onto the unfolded chair! The chair explodes into pieces as the two men come down on it! The crowd start a loud “Holy Sh*t” chant as both men writhe in agony.
Bob turns over and covers Diabolos,
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Diabolos just gets a shoulder up! Bob looks sore and frustrated as he gets to his feet. He points at Diabolos to a big roar from the crowd and picks him up. He slaps on the Bear Hug! Diabolos tries to reach out for the ropes, but they’re right in the centre of the ring. Bob swings his opponent wildly, despite the bad arm. Diabolos starts to fade as all the air is squeezed from his body. In a last, desperate attempt to get free, Diabolos elbows Bob’s bad arm! Bob has no choice but to let go and Diabolos hits the Whirlwind of Death!!
Cohen: Bob is about to leave this company!
Bob goes down, seemingly unconscious, Diabolos takes a moment to catch his breath before going for the cover,
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2….
BOB GETS A SHOULDER UP! The crowd are going crazy as Diabolos pounds his fists angrily on the mat!
Connor:He isn’t going anywhere yet, Jack!
Diabolos gets up, his body language that of some who’s about to lose it. He rolls out of the ring and grabs another chair and throws it into the ring. He picks up Bob, drags him over to the chair and tries to go for the Cradle of the Old Ones, but he can’t get the big man up! Bob Back Body Drops his opponent to get out of it! Diabolos uses the ropes to get to his feet. As he turns around, he’s hit with a big Running Crossbody! Bob goes for a cover,
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KICK OUT! Bob can’t quite believe it, after hitting Diabolos with so much. He takes a deep breath and gets to his feet before climbing the ropes. He crouches and waits as Diabolos slowly starts to get up. Diabolos unsteadily gets to his feet. Bob is about to go for the Flying Bear, but Diabolos pushes Becky into the ropes, causing Bob to lose his balance and fall off the top rope!
Bob lands heavily on his arm and yells out in agony. He grabs the top rope to help him up, but turns around into a big chair shot to the skull! Bob doesn’t go down from the shot, instead just stumbling backwards into the ropes. The ropes bounce him back into Diabolos, who hits the Whirlwind of Death again. Diabolos hooks a big leg. Becky looks distraught, but makes the pin,
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3!
Harrys: Here is your winner, Diabolos!
The crowd are furious at Diabolos as he rolls out of the ring and jogs up the ramp. Becky tries to help Bob up, apologising profusely, tears streaming down her face. Bob pulls himself up, and tells her it’s okay. The two share a hug in the middle of the ring, to applause from the fans.
Becky gets out of the ring and heads backstage, leaving Bob in the ring alone. He’s clearly in pain, but he smiles broadly as the capacity crowd begins to chant “THANK YOU BOB! THANK YOU BOB!”
Copeland:Ladies and gentlemen, it is a sad day for WZCW, as one of the most likable men ever step foot in this company now has to leave us.
He raises his good arm in the air, to cheers from the crowd. He gets out of the ring and heads back up the ramp. He has one more look back at the crowd, and one more smile, before heading backstage.
The cameras go backstage where several wrestlers line the hallway, applauding for Bob, who wears and appreciative but embarrassed grin as he walks through. He shares a handshake with Titus, gets a pat on the back from James Howard. At the end of the line is Blade, wearing a sad smile. He gives Bob a hug before Bob goes into the locker room.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tables match!
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Introducing first, from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 225lbs, Triple X!
Boos erupt from the capacity crowd as the lights dim, until only a spotlight remains as Triple X emerges from the curtain, standing center stage. He looks left to right and walks halfway down the ramp. He looks down, soaking in the atmosphere, before throwing his hands up in an X above his head. He lowers them and continues to walk down slowly. He slides into the ring and runs the ropes a few times before throwing the X up again, snickering toward the crowd as they boo him.
Copeland:One of the bright young stars here in WZCW, Triple X, looking to prove he is better than Blade once and for all here tonight, though the crowd definitely letting him know they disprove of his recent actions toward Blade.
Connor:Such a shame that a man once so beloved as Triple X has gone down such a dark path.
Cohen:You call it a shame, I call it smart. How many times do I need to tell you Cat, these fans won't win you championships and they will turn on you in an instant, just like they did with X. I say good on him for seeing the light and trying to rid our company of the criminal menace that is Blade.
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And his opponent, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing 235 pounds, Blade!
As his music hits, Blade wastes little time making his way on stage. He takes a moment to soak in the applause from the crowd before he runs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He is immediately in the face of Triple X, as referee James Aubrey has trouble separating the two.
Copeland:Blade doesn't want to wait. Triple X has made his life a living hell recently, including bringing Blade's friends into this rivalry.
Cohen:Blade is nothing more then criminal scum, and I have no idea why he isn't being arrested on the spot.
Connor:Blade is a hero to the people Johnny. Listen to the crowd cheer his every move and tell me he is scum again.
Cohen:Blade is scum.
Finally able to create some distance between the two, the referee explains the rules, and quickly calls for the bell and steps out of the way of the two superstars, who immediately start to throw hands. Blade, the more straight ahead brawler throws hard rights and the occasional left hook, while the more agile X mixes in short quick shots with kicks to the leg and body. They brawl into the ropes, with the ref trying to break them apart despite the no DQ rules. Unable to maintain any control, Mr. Aubrey throws his hands up and lets the two have it out. A rake of the eyes gives Triple X the upper hand, and he immediately whips Blade into the far ropes. A hip toss buts Blade down for a moment, but he is quickly back to his feet and looking to tie up his foe. The agile X keeps his distance, taunting Blade. Frustrated, Blade rushes right in and tackles X to the floor, punching away. A few of the shots connect but X wriggles and bucks and eventually manages to escape back to his feet, but Blade grabs him around the waist from behind. He lifts X into the air and drops him with a back suplex to applause from the crowd.
Copeland:As expected these two are going at it hard here early.
Cohen:No one said this match would be pretty, these guys hate each other.
Blade wastes no time in continuing his assault. He stomps away at X, who begins to roll out of the ring. He hits the floor, and Blade gives chase. X however crawls under the ring to escape.
Connor:Where is he going?
Blade crawls under the ring after him, only for X to emerge a few seconds later with chair in hand. He taps the chair on the ground and waits for Blade to emerge, and when he does he unleashes a mighty swing, cracking Blade across the back. He throws the chair aside and walks to the opposite side of the ring to set up a table. He makes sure the table is sturdy before he goes to retrieve his foe. He brags Blade toward the table, and readies to execute a suplex, but Blade wraps his leg around X's, and he blocks the suplex. He then lifts X and connects with a suplex on the floor, returning the favor from the pain of the chair shot from earlier. Blade holds his back for a moment before he stands and tries to position the table, but X is hanging onto his foot. Blade kicks X in the mouth to free himself, X recoiling and holding his mouth, a little blood starting to trickle from his lip. Blade moves the table against the ring and with a head full of hair, drags X to his feet. He positions himself to slam X through the table with a bodyslam, but X slips out the back and shoves Blade into the table. He rolls into the ring and taunts Blade, who angrily slides into the ring. X begins to stomp away, but Blade is able to get to his feet and again the two men are back to square one, trading blows. This time Blade gets the upper hand with an unexpected kick to the gut. He whips X into the far ropes, but X springboards back at Blade, just missing with a kick. He lands and charges back at Blade, who reacts quickly and launches Triple X over the top rope with a back body drop. X flies and crashes through the table as the crowd cheers.
Connor:And just like that, Blade is up one nothing on Triple X.
Copeland:Right you are Cat. This match still far from over, but you have to believe Blade now has the advantage.
As Triple X lies in a heap with the broken table, Blade takes a moment to catch his breath before he rolls out of the ring and advances on his foe. He drags X from the wreckage and props him against the barricade and begins to work him over with chops to the chest, the chest of X turning a bright red. Blade grabs the arm of X, and Irish whips him across the floor to the opposite barricade, charging after him. The ever agile X is able to leap onto the barricade and moonsault off, taking Blade down. The two men are slow to their feet, but X is just a second quicker and he grabs his foe and rams a knee into the midsection. With Blade doubled over X lifts him and hits a sitout gourdbuster, Injection! The adrenaline building, X begins to feel it, calling for X-Rated. He waits for Blade to stumble to his feet and then connects square to the jaw of Blade!
Cohen:Oh how the tables have turned!
X lifts the ring skirt and pulls a table out and sets it up just a few feet from the ring. He pulls Blade to his feet and places him on top of the table. The crowd waits in anticipation as he climbs to the apron and then up the turnbuckle. He leaps and crashes down on top of Blade, splashing him through the table!
Copeland:A spectacular sequence by Triple X and we are all squared up at one fall each.
X wants to end it quickly and searches for a second table under the ring, but comes up empty. He does however find a kendo stick and lifts it in front of his face and smiles a wicked smile.
Connor:Who is it that keeps storing martial arts weapons under the ring?
Cohen:Shut up and enjoy the brutality we are about to witness Cat.
X makes his way over to Blade, who is crawling from the remnants of the table. X pokes his rival with the stick, toying with him. He takes a few practice swings, imitating a baseball bat. He swings down at Blade, who manages to roll out of the way. He swings again, and again Blade is able to roll away. Frustrated X takes a wild swing downward, catching his weapon in a table leg. Blade uses the opportunity to catch X with a low blow, allowing him time to get to his feet and then take the stick for himself. He hoists it above his head and brings it down across the back of his opponent. The crowd "oohs" at each shot, until the back of Triple X is split open, blood slowly seeping from his skin. Blade looks around and sees the only table available, the announce table. He grabs a handful of X's hair, now matted with sweat, and drags him toward the announce table.
Cohen:I think they are coming over here. Seabass, feel free to use Cat as a shield.
Blade slams the head of X off the table, the blood from his lip and sweat from his hair flying away. He then rolls his opponent onto the table and climbs onto the ring apron. The crowd urges Blade on, but he stops, shaking his head, before he hops down. He rolls under the ring and comes back with a ladder, to a roar from the crowd. He clubs X across the chest to keep him in place before he sets up the ladder. He begins to climb, the crowd in an uproar. Just as he reaches the top, the ladder begins to shake. Triple X has taken to kicking at the ladder, stalling Blade long enough for him to get back to his feet. He scrambles up the ladder and the two men begin to trade blows, teetering dangerously above the floor. The stronger Blade hits an elbow to the face, stunning X. Before he can capitalize though, X drops from the ladder and shoves it over. Blade comes crashing down, his face bouncing off the corner of the Spanish announce table. As he lies face down, a red pool begins to form alarmingly fast. X steps back, almost stunned at what he has done as medical personal rush to attend to Blade. As they roll him over a large, meaty flap of skin is hanging off his forehead, blood gushing from the gash.
Copeland:Ladies and gentlemen, it appears as though Blade has been seriously hurt. Medical personal are on the scene and hopefully they are able to attend to him in time, but that fall looked nasty and the blood is a clear indication of how serious the injury is.
Medics place Blade on a stretcher, with one medic doing his best to clean his face to get a clear look at the gash. As they stretcher Blade up the ramp, Triple X is walking with them, appearing to feel remorse for what he has done.
Connor:At least Triple X appears to feel sympathy toward his opponent after that.
As they reach the top of the stage, X shoves the medical personal aside and grabs the stretcher and gets a running start. Blade is strapped in, unable to move as X pushes the stretcher off the stage. Blade and stretcher go crashing into the tables holding the electrical cables. As the lights flicker, X raises his hands in victory. Truman Harrys reluctantly grabs his mic.
Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Triple X!
Copeland:That son of a bitch! What sort of sick individual does something like that? For the love of...can someone get Blade some medical attention!
Cohen:I'm at a complete loss for words.
Connor:I think we all are Jack. That was sickening.
Cohen:No, that was brilliant! X completely baited the paramedics and stole the win. What a finish!
Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Elite X Championship!
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Harrys: Harrys: Introducing first, from Orange County California, weighing 238 pounds, "The Killjoy," Matt Tastic!
Matt Tastic walks out to the ring, middle fingers up in the air to the heckling audience. He talks trash to certain members of the audience, and tears up a sign in the front row saying "Killjob"
Connor: And we're right back where this whole mess started...
Cohen: Right back to my man, Matt Tastic, becoming Elite X Champion!
Tastic enters the ring, and bounces on the ropes, waiting for the Elite X Champion.
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Fallout marches down to the ring, whilst an orange cloud follows behind him to the ring. He completely ignores the audience as if they werent even there and fails to acknowledge them.
Harrys: His opponent, from Pripyat, Ukraine, weighing 255 pounds, Fallout!
Fallout enters the ring in a haste, jumping onto the apron and sizing up Tastic.
Copeland: From where this man has come, you have to admit, Fallout's been very impressive.
Connor: It's... Going to be interesting to see where the crowd's loyalty lies...
The crowd is booing both men, as James Aubrey stands in the middle of the ring. Tastic can be seen jawing at Fallout, who is running the ropes, surrounding Tastic. Tastic gets in the way of Fallout's prematch warmup, hitting a flying forearm on the Elite X Champion. Aubrey hurries to ring the bell
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
Tastic mounts Fallout, to throw a flurry of punches.
Connor: Matt must see that he has the big man down, and wants to use any chance to keep him down.
Copeland: Sound logic, if he can keep him down...
Cohen: What do you mean? Of course he can!
Tastic continues throwing punches, as Aubrey goes to pull him off. James is successful, but Tastic is able to stomp on Fallout, booting him in the gut before Fallout can make his way to his feet. Tastic hits the ropes, and hits Fallout with a running lariat neckbreaker. Tastic then goes for a quick cover.
1...
No, just a one count!
Copeland: It looks like Tastic is trying what won him the Elite X Title in the first place; quick covers, keeping on his opponent.
Tastic hits the mat... But Fallout has already sat up. He grabs Tastic by the neck, and begins to choke him. The referee institutes a five count...
1...
2...
3...
4...
Fallout breaks the choke, right before Aubrey threatens him with disqualification. Fallout viciously begins to attack Tastic, as the two begin brawling. They throw wild blows... Which while is normal for Tastic, is not in Fallout's wheelhouse. With every clubbing blow... Tastic seems to be getting the advantage.
Cohen: I love it! Matt Tastic is making Fallout wrestle his match! And you can see him starting to get the upper hand!
Indeed, Matt Tastic starts throwing clubbing forearms to the face of Fallout. Matt panders to the crowd... Which is met with boos... and indicates that he will attempt to slam the monster! Tastic goes to lift Fallout... But is met with a clubbing blow to the back. Fallout then takes Tastic's face, and slams it to the mat with a sitout facebuster. Fallout then goes for the cover...
1...
2...
No, just a two count! Fallout decides that it is best to slow down this match, and locks in a single leg boston crab. Tastic screams out in agony... His already bad back is getting cranked on, as a sadistic smile forms on Fallout's face.
Connor: Fallout seems to not care how much he hurts his opponent.
Copeland: I think we also may not realize how cunning he is... He knows Tastic's back may not be able to handle this pressure!
Tastic is desperately searching for a way out of this hold, feeling the Elite X Title slip from his hands. He flails his arms out, trying to grab for anything to reach the ropes. Aubrey gets in close to check if Tastic will submit... And Matt's hand hits James in the face, blinding him. Aubrey walks away, holding his eyes, as Tastic grins a little. He decides to take the easy way out, and lifts his leg up... So that his leg hits Fallout, right in the groin!
Cohen: What a veteran move! Tastic, using everything in his power to win this match!
Connor: You mean like cheap shots?
Tastic hooks a leg, and screams for Aubrey to count the fall. Aubrey is still shaking the cobwebs, but does his duty, unaware.
1...
Copeland: Not this way!
2...
Cohen: Ladies and gentlemen, your new Elite X Champion...
No! Kick out at two! Tastic is getting frustrated, wondering what it will take to keep Fallout down! Tastic climbs the ropes, looking to hit a devastating move to take out Fallout! But Fallout is up, and meets Tastic! He punches Matt, trying to keep him from jumping off the turnbuckle. Matt Tastic kicks Fallout in the head, and signals that he will jump off the ropes! He jumps and leaps toward Fallout.... But Fallout catches him! Tastic went for a cross body, but Fallout has caught him! He throws Tastic up in the air, and grabs him in a fisherman suplex position! He connects with the Half Life, and drives Tastic's neck into the mat, and goes for the cover!
1....
2....
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fallout rolls out of the ring to celebrate, as Tastic lays prone in the ring.
Cohen: No!
Aubrey hands Fallout the title, as Harrys prepares the announcement.
Harrys: The winner of this match, and still Elite X Champion... Fallout!
Copeland: And Fallout continues his tear of the WZCW roster!
Connor: A man with spinal fusion surgery can only take so much damage on the neck and back... And Fallout's force is enough, that a driver like that could have done serious damage.
Tastic lays in the ring, writhing in pain, as Fallout celebrates in the aisle, with his Elite X Title.
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The camera cuts backstage to Mr. Banks office for the night. There is some shouting that can be heard from inside, followed by a ruckus, then more shouting.
"I Quit!"
"And I quit!"
"And me too."
The door flies open, knocking the camera man to the floor, unable to see who it was who just quit the company.
Harrys: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
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The lights dim and go a very dark, cold shade of blue, as the crowd pops at S.H.I.T. entering the arena. He meticulously walks to the ring, scanning the audience for threats, as the crowd roars in approval.
Harrys: Making his way to the ring, from Mechanical Mecca, weighing 230 pounds, S.H.I.T.!
Copeland: Wow, a bonus match for Unscripted!
Cohen: Oh great... I thought I'd get a break from this tool?
Connor:.... Are robots really tools? Seriously, can you call a robot a tool, isn't it more of a machine?
Cohen: Semantics, CC!
Slowly it makes its way down to ring, ignoring everything now, it walks up the steps and climbs in through the middle rope.
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Connor: Wait, what?!
When the lyrics of the song begin, a single spotlight shines down onto the ramp, revealing a solitary Constantine with his chin dipped to his chest.
Harrys: Harrys: His opponent, from The King's Court, weighing 265 pounds, Constantine!
Constantine raises his arms, and fireworks spew to the sky.
Copeland: Let's not forget, it was S.H.I.T. that handed Constantine his last loss in WZCW, at Kingdom Come V.
Cohen: I'm sure that Constantine is about to lay down vengeance tonight!
Constantine walks into the ring, and gets nose to nose with S.H.I.T., as referee Keith Morse immediately stands between the two. S.H.I.T. analyzes the opponent he has seen before... Though this model of Constantine is different... And perhaps more dangerous. Morse goes to ring the bell
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
Constantine circles around the mechanical mecca, who stays in the middle of the ring, scanning this memory of an opponent. With his impeccable storage of data, S.H.I.T. is able to detect his opponent, and revert to speed mode S.H.I.T. He moves at near superhuman speed, with a running knee attack to the gut of Constantine. He bounces off of the ropes, and hits a clothesline to Constantine. He bounces off the ropes again, and connects with a second clothesline! The crowd goes wild, as S.H.I.T. looks to complete the Mechanical Madness with a third clothesline. But Constantine catches him with a samoan drop, which sends S.H.I.T. down to the mat in a thud. Constantine sits up, and smirks to the audience, jeering. The hooneymoon is over on Constantine's return; the crowd can return to hating him. Constantine stomps on S.H.I.T. while he's down, and drops a knee on the robot. The crowd boos, but Constantine delights in their hatred. S.H.I.T. makes it to all fours, which grabs Constantine's attention. He grabs S.H.I.T.'s head, and prepares for a vertical suplex. But S.H.I.T. hits Constantine in the stomach twice, and uses his leg to stop the suplex. S.H.I.T. then delivers a vicious european uppercut, which sends Constantine spinning, dizzy from the hit. S.H.I.T grabs a waistlock, and connects with a german suplex, holding for the cover...
1...
2...
No, just a two count!
S.H.I.T. runs the ropes, and connects with an elbow drop. He then analyzes his opponent, and jumps up to deliver a knee drop. Constantine moves out of the way, and rolls towards the ropes, picking himself up from the hellacious german suplex. Constantine walks over to the robot, and applies a sleeper hold, to wear down S.H.I.T. At first, the mechanical mecca fights away, but Constantine wraps his legs around him, and jumps on his back.
Cohen: Yeah, make sure that tool's CPU system is down!
Connor: You keep using that word...
S.H.I.T. fights to get to the ropes, but is fading fast. Constantine nods his head,certain he has victory wrapped up. S.H.I.T. stays on his feet for some time, but his legs look heavier and heavier, and look to be supporting more dead weight the longer he's in the hold. S.H.I.T. finally fades to a knee, as Constantine releases the leg vice grip. The mechanical mecca is fading more, and finally, he seems completely unconscious. Constantine screams for the referee to check S.H.I.T., and Morse raises the hand of the robot. His arm falls once, and Morse holds his finger up
1!
Morse goes to check, as the crowd seems in stunned silence. But the audience begins to clap...Softly at first, to get behind S.H.I.T., then louder. The robot's hand falls down again.
2!
Now, the crowd is at a fever pitch. They're all getting into S.H.I.T., trying to get him back into the match. Morse raises the robot's hand one more time, and if his hand falls, Constantine will be awarded the match! Morse lets go of the arm.
3- no! No! S.H.I.T's arm just barely stays up, but indicates he is conscious. Morse waves it off, as the crowd screams for S.H.I.T. He makes it back to his knees, and summons the crowd to give him more energy! S.H.I.T. rallies to his feet, as Constantine tries to keep S.H.I.T. down. S.H.I.T. elbows Constantine in the stomach, three times, to create distance! Finally, Constantine releases the hold, and S.H.I.T. bounces off of the ropes. He hits a cross body, and covers his opponent!
1...
2...
No! Just two! Constantine comes up, flustered that S.H.I.T. escaped his hold. He makes it to his feet, but is met by a running neck breaker! Constantine lies on the ground, as S.H.I.T. goes to the top rope! He flies off the top rope, with a massive diving headbutt! But Constantine rolls out of the way, as S.H.I.T. crashes to the ground in a heap! Constantine crawls over for the cover, and drapes the arm across his opponent!
1...
2...
Thre, no, just two! S.H.I.T. kicks out, as Constantine is clearly getting visually frustrated with this turn of events!
Copeland: It seems like Constantine's power game can't keep S.H.I.T. down
Cohen: It's just a matter of time, Seabass... This type of style grinds you down...
Constantine grabs S.H.I.T... But this time, by the waist. He's actually going to attempt a gutwrench suplex, lifting S.H.I.T. from the ground. But S.H.I.T. is able to elbow loose, and grabs a hold of Constantine's arm! As he's going down, he grabs Constantine's arm, and twists himself around. He keeps a hold of the arm, and locks in the Industrial Strength Vice! Constantine screams, partly in agony, partly in defiance. Morse checks on the power trip, as he reaches for the ropes! But there's no escape; they're in the middle of the ring. S.H.I.T. cranks back on the hold, and now Constantine has no choice but to tap out!
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
Harrys: The winner of this match.... S.H.I.T.!
S.H.I.T. stumbles to his feet, as Morse goes to raise his arm. Constantine lays on the mat, in pain, but also disgusted with himself.
Cohen: What?! What a rip off! S.H.I.T. got in a lucky hold!
Connor: That's the danger of a hold like the Vince; you have to tap, or suffer serious damage. And S.H.I.T. bounces back from his defeat at Meltdown 100, to a victory over Constantine again!
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Leon Kensworth and a cameraman are seen walking into the office of Mr. Banks.
Banks:Not now Leon, I need to find a replacement for the championship match now.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Lucha Libre Tag Team Match and it is for the WZCW World Tag Team Championships!
Followed by LeQuint Brown, The Demon Foreigners make their way towards the ring. Stretching and warming up for their match. All while ignoring the boos from the fans in attendance.
Harrys: Introducing the challengers, at a combined weight of 478 pounds, Aleksandr Cuba, Atsushi Kiriyama, The Demon Foreigners!
Connor:Look Jack, it's your favorite pair of creeps and after a rough couple of weeks, they're finally competing for the Tag Team Titles.
Cohen:You win some, you lose some in this business. Now is the time for the Foreigners to bring in a new age in Tag Team Wrestling!
Copeland:Those are both fine points. The Demon Foreigners have faced a rough patch with some tough losses but if they can finally band together they can stop the white hot Tag Team Champions.
Harrys:And their opponent, at a combined weight of 310 pounds, Amber Warren, and El Califa Dragon, Los Magnificos Dragones!
With LMD's music playing from the PA system the crowd erupts with joy. However Amber storms down the ring with her title belt in hand, ready to strike. With El Califa in tow. Instead of posing on the top of the turnbuckles, Amber glares at the Demon Foreigners with a cold stare.
Cohen:Amber is fired up tonight, that's for sure.
Conner:I would be to, these two are cheap shot artists who think Amber's the weak link in LMD. Just because she's a woman!
Copeland:Simmer down, Cat. This is the perfect opportunity for Demon Foreigners to make their mark in this company, or for the Dragons to give the Demon Foreigners their just desserts
Noticing the fire in Amber's eyes, Califa moves to stand on the apron. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring Kiriyama stays in the ring with Cuba waiting on the Apron. With the ringing of the bell the match officially begins. Amber wastes no time going on the offensive attacking Kiriyama with a series of punches and kicks, backing him into the ropes. However Kiriyama slides out of the ring and before Amber could pursue Cuba leaps over the ropes for a sunset flip getting the pin! 1....2... kickout! Both superstars return to their own feet, the legal man now being Cuba starts to go on the offensive. Throwing his own punches onto Amber. Kiriyama than lands a gut kick to set up for a knee lift, but Amber quickly recovers and sweeps the legs of Cuba. Cuba hops up quickly but is quickly met with a palm thrust from Amber. Again Cuba raises up and tries to stop Amber's attack but is hit with a Springboard Forearm Smash! Caught up in the moment Amber shouts loudly and shakes the ropes, the crowd eating it up by cheering loudly. Before Amber could get the pin, Cuba is pulled out of the ring by Kiriyama who gives his team mate time to recover. Amber has none of it and launches her self off the ropes to perform an over the top rope dive onto both Kiriyama and Cuba!
Copeland:Amber is truly feeding off the energy from the WZCW universe!
Conner:Warren is a rising star in WZCW, and if she can keep up this pace for the rest of the match the Demon Foreigners don't stand a chance.
Cohen:Lucha Libre rules require you to have some smarts, and right now Amber isn't running on wits.
With both members of the Demon Foreigners stunned by the attack, Amber grabs the first member of the team she could get her hands on which was Kiriyama. The outside referee then moves to pull Amber away from Cuba, causing her to move to the other side of the ring. Califa wastes no time and enters the ring to go on the attack. Now both Cafia and Kiriyama are the legal men in the match. Califa sprints in the ring and jumps onto the middle turn buckle to land a moonsault but Kiriyama raises his knees, causing the Dragon to land to a thud. Kiriyama grins evilly as he sees a chance to strike El Califa's midsection. In a show of strength, Kiriyama lifts El Cafia and throws him in a inverted powerslam. Kiriyama goes for the pin. 1...2... kickout! Kiriyama goes for his finishing submission, the Child of God! Wait Califa reaches his hand out to Amber Warren who pulls Califa out of the ring! Leaving Kiryama tangled in the bottom rope.
Copeland:Considering Califa is a proud Luchador, it should go without saying that Califa would know a few tricks to use in Lucha Libre matches.
Conner:It should also go without saying that the chemistry between Califa and Warren are the reason why they're still in this.
Cohen:Ugh, these rules make no sense at all. What ever happened to good old American Tag Team wrestling?
Cuba than slides into the ring beside Kiriyama. Both Califa and Warren climb up to the Apron and quickly springboard into the ring at the same time! Califa running a hurricanrana onto Kiriyama and Amber landing her finisher the The Livewire Stretch onto Cuba! Yama quickly taps on the mat where Amber releases the hold thinking she had won but Amber, nor Cuba were the legal men in the match! Amber stands up to argue with the ref about the call while Caflifa is tangled up in a brawl with Kiriyama. Causing them both to fall to the outside! Now making Cuba and Amber the legal men in the match. Where Cuba tries to steal a win with a schoolboy pin on Warren 1...2... kickout by Amber! Cuba gets onto the offensive now pulling Amber into a German suplex. Without anytime to recover, Cuba transitions the move into a powerbomb tossing Amber into the turnbuckle! Amber grips the turnbuckle to keep her footing as she gasps in pain. Cuba backs up and readies himself for a yakuza kick but Amber rolls off the turnbuckle, causing Cuba to kick nothing but the top turnbuckle. Amber then springboards off the closet set of ropes and lands a dropkick! With a kip-up Amber now leaps to the top rope to land the Sin City Express but as soon as Amber reached the top rope, Kiriyama lands a low blow on Califa! Kiriyama than readies Califa into a AK-47! With good measure Kiriyama's assistant, LeQuint Brown begins to remove the padding to the floor. Seeing her teammate in danger, Amber whistles loudly, getting the attention of Kiriyama. Before Kiriyama could lift Califa into the air, Amber leaps off the top rope and lands a splash onto Kiriyama, saving Califa!
Conner:What heroics from Warren!
Copeland:Good thing Amber made the save, even if she would have been able to win the match, none of it would matter if Califa's neck was broken.
Cohen:Injuries happen, and I wouldn't be surprised if Amber hurt herself trying to play Supergirl out there!
Everyone in the match is on the floor in pain, with only Cuba in the ring. The only exception is Cafia who is crawling to the apron. The crowd clapping loudly and in unison to give Califa the support to get to his feet. On the apron now. Califa grips his chest before smacking the top rope, signifying it was now his turn to fly. Each step up to the top rope is slow, and allowing Cuba the time to start getting his strength back. Califa finally reaches the top rope but before he could climb off and away, Cuba gets to his feet and begins shambling to Califa! Just as Cuba got to a vertical base Amber came flying seemingly out of nowhere with a springboard dropkick, dropping Cuba again! Amber wastes no time and rolls out of the ring, allowing Califa to be the legal entrant and to land his finisher, the Dragón de Vuelo! El Cafia goes for the pin! 1....2.......3!
Harrys:Ladies and Gentlemen your winner of this match, and STILL Tag Team Champions, Los Magnificos Dragones!
Amber Warren rests against the barricade but raises her hands in victory while Califa does so from inside the ring. El Califa rolls out of the ring to help support Warren to her feet with the titles draped over their shoulders. The crowd erupts in cheers at the big win for the team.
Copeland:Love them, or hate him, but definitely respect that it seems like these two will do anything to not only protect each other, but to win.
Cohen:The Demon Foreigners were robbed! Lets have a real wrestling match instead of all that high-flying nonsense and we'll see who will still be the Tag Team Champions.
Conner:At this point, I wouldn't doubt LMD to win regardless of the stipulation.
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The camera again cuts backstage where Leon is sitting in the office of Mr. Banks, patiently awaiting his interview.
Banks:Okay Leon, are we live?
Kensworth:Yes sir. We have heard rumors that one of the superstars walked out tonight. Is this true?
Banks takes a long look at the floor before he somberly raises his head.
Yes Leon, that in in fact true. Barbosa, or Sebastian as he now insists on being called, handed in his resignation a few days ago, but I tried to talk him out of it. I thought it had worked until we, and by we I mean myself and all of his personalities, got into an argument and he stormed out. As of right now I am officially announcing that Barbosa is no longer an active member of WZCW and we are currently scrambling to find a replacement for tonight's main event.
Copeland:Breaking news just in folks, former WZCW World Champion Barbosa has walked out.
Cohen:I don't know what to say Seabass, truly I am at a loss for words right now. We are losing one of the best.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by “The Good Doctor” Zeus, the King For A Day, The Beard!
The dangerous new duo emerges on stage to dim lights as they push down a stretcher with the King For A Day case laying on it. The crowd boo's loudly at them but they ignore it completely.
Connor: This new lethal force just debuted at Meltdown 100 after damn near killing Izzy Stone and Saboteur. Drake's got his hands full tonight.
Cohen:That's two dangerous oddballs Drake's facing. I don't care who the people voted for, I know Zeus will get involved.
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Harrys: And his opponent, from Cleveland Ohio, Drake Callahan!
Connor: I fear Drake's letting his paranoia get the better of him. He's walking into a lion's den. He may just be facing Beard, but with Zeus sticking around I expect the same anarchy we saw at Meltdown 100.
Copeland: I agree, but its all Jun's call if he wants to send Zeus to the back. And right now it seems like he won't.
Cohen: He just had a major win over Showtime. I think the man can take care of himself despite all that.
Drake walks up pointing toward both men. He leaps into the ring and points to Zeus telling him to get out. He obliges as Jun Akiyama measures the two contestants for the opening bell.
* Ding Ding Ding *
The bell rings as both men set themselves for action. Dr. Zeus stand at ringside to watch carefully. Drake and Beard tie up and the two struggle for a bit. However, Beard's strength gets the early advantage as he pushes Drake to a corner. He tries some offense, but referee Jun Akiyama orders him to stand back. He does and as he does, Drake spits on him.
Copeland:Drake's here to break through this duo and figure out what this conspiracy is all about.
Cohen:Seems to be his magnum opus. Why did he have to spit though?
Beard charges in anger but Drake rolls out of the corner and chops away. Trapping Beard in the same corner. Zeus, meanwhile, cheers on from ringside slapping the apron. Drake charges for a Running Dropkick in the corner but Beard catches him in a Gorilla Press. He holds him up high and drops Drake on the top turnbuckle and then punts him in the gut, sending him flying off to the outside. Beard tries to give chase, but Jun Akiyama holds him back. Providing the perfect chance for The Good Doctor to step in himself and choke on Drake with towel. He drags Drake with the towel wrapped and throws him back into the ring for Beard to capitalize. He shoves Jun away and covers Drake.
One!
Two!
Thr-- But it only gets 2
Beard keeps things going by mounting Drake's back and yanking on his chin in a sort of Camel Clutch. Drake struggles to get out, but the big man does not let go. Beard gets up a bit and then hops on Drake, crushing his back before re-applying the pressure. Zeus watches on pleased.
Copeland: I wonder what that sicko is planning standing there at ringside.
Cohen:Probably some nursery rhymes. Seems to be what he does most of the time.
Connor: And maim people. That guy is a danger to have around.
Beard continues the pressure as Drake screams loudly in pain but can't go anywhere. He scrambles to try and get away, but the big man just puts his weight on him to keep him still. Drake tries to crawl backwards to go under, but Beard hops again. Giving Drake a small window to escape. He slips out as Beard finds nothing but canvas under him and gets drilled by a Dropkick right to the back of the head, knocking him down as Drake collapses from exhaustion.
1!
Both men now lay on the canvas as Jun Akiyama begins a 10 count.
Connor:Drake's found an opening. But he's pretty much wrestling a handicap match here.
Cohen: He should've known what he was getting into when he made the challenge.
2!
Neither man budges as the count (3!) goes up but Zeus does not want his partner to lose. He rallies up Beard (4!) who finally begins to stir (5!). Drake is still down as Beard comes about (6!). He tries to get back up to his feet (7!) and Drake starts to move. He grabs the ropes as Beard gets to his knees (8!) Beard gets up (9!) And so does Drake!
Copeland: And just in the knick of time. Both men are up.
Cohen:Good. Would've been a shame if Beard just knocked Drake off his feet and called it a day.
Drake goes on an adrenaline rush and starts chopping away on the big man, forcing him to stagger. Drake runs the ropes and manages to leap and Boot Beard in the face. He follows up with another charges and a Shooting Star. He finishes up by taunting Zeus and hitting a Standing Moonsault for the cover.
One!
Two!
Thr- But it's not enough.
Zeus gets up on the apron and yells at Drake who notices and then runs Booting the odd doctor square in the face and sending him outside. The crowd cheers loudly for that as Drake seems to be feeling it. He pumps himself up, but as soon as he turns around, he's tackled by Beard's signature Crossbody. Beard gets up and screams in a primordial manner as Drake lays motionless on the ground. Beard stands his opponent up but before he can do anything, Drake just falls down. This causes Beard to start laughing thinking about how beaten he has his foe. He methodically goes to grab Drake by the head BUT HE GETS ROLLED UP!
One!
Two!
Thr- Beard gets out!!
Connor: Drake is loaded with feistiness as always. He almost got Beard.
Cohen: If it's not a 3, it doesn't matter Cat.
Beard quickly and angrily gets back to his feet and charges, Drake does the same in the heat of the moment and Dropkicks Beard. He just staggers. But Drake doesn't give up and his a second one. The big man still stays standing. Drake stops and holds his head in pain, but before Beard can do anything, Drake grabs him by the facial hair and pulls him down for a Scissored Armbar.
Copeland: Drake's got him here, can he make the King For A Day tap out?
Drake applies the pressure as the big man writhes in pain, using his long limbs to reach out to the ropes. Jun Akiyama keeps a steady eye to see if Beard taps, but he screams out “NO!”. He starts to crawl towards the ropes as Drake cranks harder hoping to get the tap out before Beard can reach, but the big man pulls on. Drake changes tactics then and releases the hold, pulling on Beard by the beard back to the middle. He tries to lock the hold again, but this time Beard powers out and pushes the smaller Callahan away. Beard calls for the ref to check his arm and doing so gives Zeus another opening to attack.
Connor: Damn that Zeus. Get him out of here.
Copeland:If Jun doesn't see him, he's not going to.
Jun doesn't see the interference. Zeus releases Drake and Beard attacks again with an Irish Whip. He catches the oncoming Drake with a Big Boot and immediately screams at his fallen foe. He heads up to the top rope for the Flying Beard but Drake manages to roll just a bit too far. Beard thinks about it, but hesitates due to the distance.
Cohen: Don't wait. Make your move or you'll lose your chance.
He looks at Dr. Zeus who signals for the big man to do it. The 300 pounder stands steady on the top turnbuckle and measures before leaping off a good 3/4ths of the way across the ring. He reaches Drake, but he rolls out of the way before impact! Sending Beard bouncing all the way to the outside!
Copeland: OH MY GOD!! That's a 300 plus pound man flying at about 20 miles per hour!
Cohen: And then hitting the ground, too! He's gotta have a concussion. Hell, his beard must have one too.
The referee looks to start his count but Dr. Zeus tosses a chair into the ring and then gets in himself. Jun stops him and gets the chair and Zeus leaves without consequence. But once he gets outside, he grabs another chair. He swings for Drake, but he rolls out as the ref is totally distracted discarding the original chair. Zeus turns to try again, but Drake dropkicks the chair into the Good Doctor's good face. Beard is still down and out though. Drake collapses from the exhaustion as we see the carnage the match has caused so far. The referee starts his count. 1!
Connor: Maybe that'll finally keep that nut out of the way. Come on, Drake.
2! Drake begins to stagger as does the good doctor. 3! 4! Drake manages to get back to his feet and looks at his surroundings. 5! Dr. Zeus is looking on at Drake and laughing as a drip of blood pours from the earlier chairshot. 6! Drake looks around, but can't seem to find Beard. 7!
Copeland: Where's The Beard? Where did he go?
8! Drake still looks around but the crowd starts to cheer and point leading Drake to spot the big man. He's behind Jun with the KFAD briefcase and hits him!
Connor: What are these two trying to do now?!
Cohen: Oh come on. Even I'm getting sick of this. It's supposed to be a one on one match, dammit.
Drake looks on realizing the issue as now Beard and Zeus turn their attention to him. They give chase and Drake has no option but to back off. But he's cornered and heads into the ring. The two men begin their assault but Drake does his best to stay off. Beard tries to hit Drake with the case again, but he ducks that. But is met by a Zeus Clothesline and then the Euthanasia choke. Zeus holds down Drake and gives some instructions to his partner who then heads to the top rope. Beard leaps for the Flying Beard, but this time Drake manages to pull Zeus into the range of fire! Beard crushes both men with his killing blow and bounces off from the added impact. Drake manages to turn over and ends up draping his arm over Zeus, before anyone can figure out what's going on, Jun Akiyama drags himself over and counts!
One!
Two!
Three!!
Cohen:What in the hell?!
Connor: That counts as a win?!
The ref counts 3 but there's no official decision as he's still dazed. Drake manages to roll Zeus out of the ring leaving the downed Beard inside. Jun gets up and raises Drake's arm!
Harrys: Here is your winner, Drake Callahan!!
Copeland:Wow! What a sneaky win! Drake just beat the odds in the most creative way he could find!
Cohen:That's not even logical. What the hell?
Connor: The ref made the call. He saw a pin and he counted. He was too stunned to see who Drake covered but he saw Drake cover someone.
Drake barely gets up and holds his ribs as Jun holds his arm up. He celebrates as Beard realizes what his opponent just pulled. Drake see's the angry Beard and gets out of the ring and past Zeus up the ramp holding his hands in the air in victory.
Harrys: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is an "I Quit" Match, and is for the WZCW EurAsian Championship!
The mere announcement sends the crowd into a frenzy.
Copeland:Would you just listen to this crowd folks! They know they are just moments away from what might be the most personal feud this company has ever seen.
Connor:Not just that, but the fact that this match is an "I Quit" match has had to have added to the mystique.
Cohen:Stupid fans, this should have been a TLC match.
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Harrys: Introducing first, the challenger, from Leeds, England, weighing 223 pounds, James Howard!
Howard walks to the ring with his hoodie open and hood up. As he walks onto the ramp he turns with his back to the crowd with arms outstretched. He shadowboxes down the remainder of the ramp before climbing the stairs and onto the turnbuckle, arm raised before hopping over and into the ring.
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Harrys: And now, the champion, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing 315 pounds, Mikey Stormrage!
Mikey walks out onto the entrance stage with his WZCW EurAsian Championship in his hand. He pays no attention to the crowd, nor the noise they make. His eyes remain fixated on James Howard's. They stare ate each other as Mikey makes his way down the ramp. Stormrage slides in and stands right up and into Howards face. He tosses the championship title to referee Akiyama. He raises the title in the air as James Howard and Mikey Stormrage stand face to face, right in the middle of the ring. The bell rings, but neither wrestler moves. They just stare at each other intensely, almost as if studying one another. Akiyama tells the two men to engage, but neither man listens. The crowd sits quietly in anticipation.
Cohen:What the hell is going on... doesn't either of them want to fight!?
Copeland:Don't worry, I'm sure both men came prepared to fight, Cohen.
Connor:It's an enormous understatement to say that there is a lot of history between these two men. Some of it bad, but a lot of it good. I mean, that's what's going on in all of our heads when we see these two men in the ring... one's got to imagine that it is also going through theirs.
Howard bites his lips and clinches his right fist. Stormrage smiles, and shakes his head approvingly, encouraging the attack. James seems confused by Mikey's reaction, and hesitates. Now, Stormrage shakes his head disapprovingly as he clinches his own fist. The smile he once donned has turned into look of anger, and he punches his ex-partner right across the jaw, sending Howard's head whipping backwards as he backs up a few steps. Stormrage follows it up with a barrage of rights and lefts, attacking Howard with punches to both his head and body. James does his best to block but the damage is being done. Howard is backed up against the turnbuckle, trapped in the corner, as Stormrage continues his onslaught. Howard has his hands up, but the blows are taking it out of him. He begins sliding down the turnbuckles, all the while Mikey keeps unloading right hand shot after right hand shot to the face.
Howard can no longer get his hands up, he's been knocked far too loopy at the moment. He is trapped in the corner on his butt with Mikey just now ending the barrage, only to run to the other corner. He slams into it, seemingly impervious to the pain, and runs back towards Howards, driving his knee full force into James' face! Bloody saliva whips out of Howard's mouth as his head and part of his upper body go through the bottom and middle rope. He hangs over the bottom rope and spits out some more blood. Stormrage reaches through the ropes and pulls James back in by the head. He Irish whips Howard towards the ropes. James bounces back and is met by another running knee from Stormrage, this time to the stomach, sending Howard flipping over from the impact. He holds his midsection in pain as he writhes around on the canvas. Stormrage runs towards the ropes and bounces back, leaping into the air and nailing a big splash onto Howard. Mikey gets up and runs towards the ropes again. He leaps up, and goes for another big splash, but James rolls out of the way!
Copeland:Mikey misses the second big splash!
Cohen:Maybe Howard can finally get some offense in. I don't think he's thrown a single punch yet!
Connor:Stormrage certainly has had the advantage thus far.
Howard gets up to his feet as Stormrage gets to his knees, holding his stomach in pain from the missed splash. It leaves hie chest wide open for the stiff incoming right roundhouse kick Howard plants him with. Mikey is stunned, unable to block the second one, or the the third one! Stormrage looks groggy on his knees as Howard clinches his fists and yells out in a rage of adrenaline before unleashing a fourth round house kick that Mikey barely dodges! He saw it coming and ducks the kick, sending Howard spinning around in a circle from the momentum. Stormrage immediately hops up to his feet and bear hugs Howard! He squeezes his body, wrenching on his ribs, as Howard yells in agony this time. Akiyama holds the mic up close to his mouth, but Howard simply shakes his head negatively. Stormrage shakes him viciously before suddenly turning around and slamming him to the ground with a belly to belly suplex!
Stormrage stays on top of him and begins raining down right hand punches. Howard, although in pain from the slam, is able to cover up from most of the blows. He instinctively reaches up and grabs Mikey, pulling him into a full guard position, using his MMA ground skills to minimize the damage Stormrage is able to inflict. As Stormrage struggles to get loose, Howard is actually able to use his own weight against him and reverse positions. He transitions from full guard to full mount, and immediately begins raining down both right and left hand shots to the head and face of Mikey Stormrage! Mikey finally starts blocking them, so Howard starts dropping elbows on him instead! The blows are much harder to block. Mikey struggles to get free as the referee puts the microphone near him.
"No! No!"
Howard grabs Stormrage's flailing right arm and quickly transitions from full mount into an armbar submission! He yanks back on the arm as Akiyama puts the mic back near Mikey!
"Aargh, nooo! Nooo!"
Stormrage yells out in pain as he starts powering up off his back and onto his knees. He is able to bring his left arm over to clasp his right hand, but James Howard refuses to let go of the armbar. Stormrage gets up to his feet and widens his stance. With a big grunt, he dead lifts Howard up off the canvas and high up to the air! He holds him up there for a while before running with him towards the corner, and slamming him back first into the turnbuckle with some sort of variation of a powerbomb! Howard's body bounces off the turnbuckles as his head violently whiplashes from the impact. Right before he is about to fall to his knees, Stormrage lifts him up as if he is about to body slam him, but instead hangs him up in the corner in a tree of woe.
Mikey starts punishing Howard with right boots to the chest and stomach, with occasional kicks to the face thrown in if Howard leaves an opening. Stormrage walks over to the opposite corner and leans up against the turnbuckle. He yells out as he holds his fist up in the air before running full speed towards the prone Howard. At the last second, James is able to use his leg strength to power up from the tree of woe position, ending up sitting on the top turnbuckle as Mikey Stormrage goes flying through the ropes, missing his spear. His shoulder crashes into the steel post, and he goes through the ropes and all the way down to the floor below! He falls down rolls around in pain, holding his shoulder as he yells in pain right next to the time keeper.
Stormrage gets to his knees on the outside and uses the timekeeper to actually pull himself up. Howard is just now regaining his bearings and shakes some sense into himself. He see's Mikey on the outside and gets a determined look on his face. He begins positioning himself so that he can stand on the top turnbuckle. As he does this, Mikey has used the timekeeper to get to his feet. As if annoyed by his presence, Stormrage grabs the timekeeper and tosses him to the side. He leans againt the empty chair, regaining his breath. James takes this opening to measure up Stormrage and leap off the top turnbuckle all the way to the outside!!! Mikey simultaneously turns around with the opened steel chair and throws it into Howard airborne body! James Howard crashes and burns onto the ground as the opened steel chair is crushed and broken underneath him, adding to the agonizing impact of the missed high risk maneuver!
Copeland:Good Lord, James Howard may have just killed himself!
Cohen:What a brilliant move by Mikey! Brilliant, dammit!
Connor:He threw that opened chair at Howard mid flight! Look at it... it's crushed underneath him!
Stormrage stares at the carnage of the missed cross body with the look of a man who just dodged a bullet. Akiyama goes to check on Howard while asking him if he wants to quit. Howard is unable to speak, but vehemently shakes his head negatively, showing that he wants to continue the match. Mikey looks annoyed as he looks over the guard rail. He shoves a fan to the side and grabs his chair. He folds up the steel chair and walks back over to Howard, who is on his hands and knees, trying to get back up to his feet. Akiyama admonishes Stormrage for pushing the fan, but Mikey ignores it and raises the steel chair up into the air. He brings it down crashing across James' spine. The sickening sound echoes throughout the arena as Stormrage raises the chair up into the air and hits Howard again, and again, and again! Mikey throws the chair up in the air in a rage as it goes flying up high, landing in the ring. Mikey didn't bother to look where it landed as he demands that Akiyama ask him now. The referee looks concerned for James, but is forced to do his job. He puts the mic up to Howards face, who is writhing around in agony.
"Noo!"
Mikey grabs Howard by the head and tries to pull him up, but James is practically dead weight. Stormrage lets him fall back down to the ground as he looks out to the crowd, feeling that the end is near. He bends down and grabs James by the head again, this time using his strength more to lift him up onto his wobbly legs. Mikey goes to Irish whip James into the steel ring post, but Howard is able to reverse it, and sends Stormrage head first into it instead! Mikey's head bounces off the post as his body crash to the ground. Howard falls down to the ground as well, still feeling the effects of the missed dive off the top rope onto the chair, and the multiple chair shots to the back.
James shakes his head, trying to gather himself as he struggles up onto his feet. He staggers around the corner of the ring to find Mikey just now begin to move after eating the ring post. He's on his hands and knees, leaving his stomach wide open for a swift and stiff kick right to the big gut! Stormrage rolls over from the impact, and tries to crawl away from his attacker. James follows him as he uses the apron to pull himself up. Just as Howard approaches him, Mikey nails him with a quick back elbow to the gut, and then grabs him by the back of the head, slamming his face into the ring apron. Before Howard can recover, he throws him into the ring. James rolls in holding his face while slowly getting to his feet. Meanwhile, Stormrage is on the outside trying to gather himself as well.
James looks to his side and sees the chair that Mikey threw into the ring earlier after attacking him with it. Howard grabs the chair, and slams it into the ground while daring Stormrage to enter the ring. Mikey thinks better of it, and looks underneath the ring instead.
Copeland:What's Mikey looking for?
Cohen:Anything! Howard's got that damn chair!
Connor:Yeah, the same chair Mikey used on him earlier!
Stormrage finds what he's looking for, and pulls out a table! The crowd goes wild at the sight of a table! Mikey slides it into the ring, and follows after. He holds up the table, with a smile on his face, welcoming Howard's attack. James stares back at Mikey, unable to keep from smiling as well. He opens the chair and slams it down onto the ground before he exits the ring. Now he looks under the ring just like Mikey!
Cohen:Now what?
Copeland: I guess Howard wanted something better than a chair to contend with Mikey's table?
Connor:But what?
Connor's question is answered as James Howard has to step back to pull out the ladder he found! The crowd erupts as James slides the ladder into the ring. He slides in after it and grabs it, holding the ladder up in front of him. Mikey Stormrage stands across from him, holding the table, with the chair standing in the ring between then. Mikey props open the tables legs and emphatically sets it up right next to him. The crowd begins going eve crazier before. Now, Howard sets up the ladder, and stands it tall right next to him. The crowd is standing up in cheers, whistles, and showering the two men with applause as they simply stand there, staring each other down, as a table, a ladder, and a chair are all propped up standing around them.
Copeland:Look at this moment! The crowd is going nuts.
Connor:How symbolic this image is right now, Strikeforce stands in the ring, facing off in an I Quit Match, with their careers on the line, and Tables, Ladders, and Chairs all around them!
Cohen:Oh don't cry now, Connor!
James Howard and Mikey Stormrage stand face to face, staring each other down in pain. After a few moments, Howard attacks with a right hand shot to the face! Stormrage responds with a right of his own, until both men are trading right hand shots in the center of the ring! It's Howard who begins getting the upper hand as he begins landing a flurry of unanswered rights in a row. James moves the chair so that it's between them and then takes off in the opposite direction. He bounce off the ropes and runs back, jumping off the steel chair and into Mikey Stormrage with a flying cross body, but Mikey catches him in mid air! He lifts him up into the air!!! GAME OVER!!! GAME OVER RIGHT ON THE OPEN STEAL CHAIR!!!!
Copeland:Stormrage just used Howard to crush another steal chair!
Cohen:Brilliant again!
Connor:He nailed the Game Over on the chair!
The crowd goes nuts over the brutal spot! Stormrage lays next to Howard, still feeling the effects of all those right hand shots while James is yelling in pain from the Game Over across the steel. Akiyama puts the microphone close to his mouth, but he's too hurt to speak. He just shakes his head, weakly, but still wanting to continue. Stormrage rolls over and drags Howard up as he gets to his own feet as well. He lifts James up and places him across the wooden table, as the crowd begins getting loud again. Mikey then looks over towards the ladder.
The crowd starts getting even louder just by the mere thought of Mikey climbing the ladder. Stormrage looks at Howard, and back towards the ladder, and begins walking over towards it. The crowd gets louder. He walks around the ladder, and begin climbing it, slowly, rung by rung, as the crowd gets louder and louder. Just as Stormrage gets to the top, Howard begins to move. He gets up off the table, and looks up towards Mikey. Mikey yells at him, daring him to climb up the ladder. Howard looks out to the crowd as they get even louder than they were before. The mood just keep escalating in the building. James can't help it, and begins climbing the ladder, too!
Cohen:What are they doing!? This isn't a ladder match!
Copeland: Once Howard got up off the table, Mikey challenged him to meet him up at the top!
Connor:Challenge accepted!
As Howard gets higher and higher, the crowd still gets louder and louder. Finally, both men are at the top, and they begin exchanging right hand shots again! The crowd is loving this, eating up every moment! This time, it's Stormrage who gets the upper had of the right hand war, and James falls down a couple of rungs. Mikey grabs James head, and steps all the way up to the second top rung! The crowd can't contain themselves. Slowly, Stormrage begins to pull Howard up the ladder with him. James' head between his legs, and slowly reaches down to grab him across the chest. Stormrage uses all his strength to lift Howard up! The crowd is chaotic at this point as Mikey has James on his shoulders. Stormrage steps up to very top rung!!!! The ladder wobbles beneath them!!! The crowd holds their breath in anticipation.... POWERBOMB OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!
HOWARD COUNTERS WITH A HURRICANRANA OFF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE TABLE!!!
Copeland/Cohen/Connor:OHMYGOD!
The crowd comes absolutely unglued as Stormrage crashes through the table and Howard crashes onto the canvas below! Akiyama jumps up holding his head in response to the spot. He runs towards both men, seeing if either man quits, but neither man is able to respond. The crowd is still cheering wildly for the performance both men are giving right now. Neither man moves for what feels like hours, but in reality are just a couple of minutes. First to move is Howard, who crawls towards the ladder, using it to slowly drag himself up onto his feet. He looks over towards Mikey as he leans against the ladder, staring at him as he lays among the bits and pieces left of the table that exploded beneath upon impact.
Howard can barely stand after all the punishment he's sustained throughout this match. He watches, stunned, as Mikey begins to move. Stormrage rolls onto his stomach, and crawls towards the ropes. James stares at him, unable to move.
Copeland:How is Mikey Stormrage moving right now?
Connor:This is incredible.
Cohen:He's thinking about not just his title, but his career!
Mikey uses the ropes to drag himself up, slowly. He loses his grip and falls against the second rope, reaching for the top rope once again to try and pull himself a second time. He's able to get up onto two feet, leaned up against the ropes, staring at Howard with a glazed look in his eyes. Stormrage takes a staggered step forward, and then another, but loses his balance and falls backwards against the ropes again. He tries to catch himself by wrapping his arms over the top rope, but with his large size and weight, he forces the top rope too far and gets his arms tangled between the top and middle rope! Mikey Stormrage is trapped, tangled up in the ropes!
The crowd cheers James Howard on as he props himself up onto his own to feet, not needing the ladder to hold him up anymore. He staggers, slowly, over to Mikey Stormrage, and stares at him. He holds his fist up into the air, and lands the stiffest, most punishing punch of the night across the forehead of his ex-partner. He follows it up with another punch, and another punch, and another punch, and another, and another, and another. The right hand shots are endless. Mikey Stormrage is defenseless. Absolutely defenseless.
Blood begins trickling from Stormrage's forehead and down his face. The blood gets on the knuckles of James Howard as he continues to punish Mikey's head with his fist. Howard is yelling at Mikey at the top of his lungs, with a newly found energy exploding within him. Akiyama positions the mic closer to see is Stormrage is quitting, but instead, he picks up what James Howard is yelling. Howard stops punching and grabs Mikey by the hair. Mikey stares at him, looking into his eyes as James yells at him.
"WE WERE BEST FRIENDS!"
He lifts his fist into the air one more time and punches Mikey across the face one more time.
"WE WERE BROTHERS!"
Howard nails Stormrage with another punch, and starts breathing as heavily as he's ever breathed. Mikey just hangs there, tangled up on the ropes, staring up towards James. The mic is right in front of him, but instead of saying "I Quit," he nods with an almost regretful look in his eyes, and a struggling voice, he says...
"I know."
The rage in James Howard's eyes begins to fade. His fists begin to unclinch, and he begins breathing a little slower. James looks into Mikey's eyes as his blood drips down all around his face. Howard lifts his right hand and looks at it, staring at the blood on his hand... Mikey's blood.
James begins shaking his head, unable to comprehend what this all has come to. He reaches for the mic, and with a heartbroken look he says...
"It's not worth it..."
Howard looks around at all the destruction around him. The table, the ladder, the chair, the blood on his hand... and finally his ex-partner, Mikey Stormrage, hanging on the ropes, defenseless.
"I quit, Mikey...
I quit."
Jun Akiyama calls for the bell.
Harrys: The winner of this match, and still WZCW EurAsian Champion... MIKEY STORMRAGE!!!
James drops the mic and walks over to Mikey, who can't even move. James untangles Mikey from the ropes. Stormrage falls once released, but is helped up by Howard.
Once both men are on their feet, Howard extends his hand to Stormrage. Stormrage grabs his hand and then quickly pulls him in.
Copeland:Son of a bitch I knew it was too good to be true!
With Howard wrapped in his arms, Stormrage simply hugs him. The two embrace before Stormrage pulls away and removes his mask. He tosses it to the ground and raises the hand of Howard, to a thunderous applause. Howard gives Stormrage another hug before he rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp.
Stormrage:I love you brother!
Howard:Thunder Buddies for life!
Howard yells back to his friend before taking one last moment to soak in the applause, before he walks through the curtain for the last time.
Anderson: Here is your winner, the team of Titus and Showtime!
Showtime wrenches the hold even more and Akiyama has to pull him off. Titus steps into the ring and hugs his partner as Holmes continues to clutch at his abdomen. Celeste is in to check on him and she calls for a medic.
Connor:Holmes looks like he's in serious pain and he may have torn something on that hold from Showtime.
Cohen:Did you see how long he kept it in after the bell? That should be a disqualification!
Between Celeste, Akiyama, and a small group of medics Holmes is able to stumble out of the arena, never looking back at his foes as a result of the severe amount of pain he's in. Showtime and Titus look on as they share a laugh. Titus motions for a microphone and slicks back his hair to speak.
Titus:Everybody, I have to tell you, I had no idea I could expect Showtime out here tonight to be my partner -
Titus is unable to continue as a roar comes up from the crowd at Showtime's name.
Titus:- but let me tell you, I couldn't be happier. Showtime, I'm so happy that you're back in this ring and that you did it with me. I've been through a lot lately - I've been trying to get back on top, and I realized, you know what? I've never been the tag team champion. I've never even tried. And here we are, Showtime, two of the best in the business and we just pinned the champions. I think that earns us a title match, wouldn't you say?
Showtime nods and the two men embrace. The crowd goes wild and they raise hands together, apparently as WZCW's newest tag team!
Connor: I'm nearly at a loss for words! Showtime is back, and he and Titus are a new team! WZCW's own mega powers could be on the fast track to a championship bid with a huge win over the champions tonight.
Cohen: Two great wrestlers don’t necessarily make a great team. Egos will collide, Cat.
Showtime takes the mic from Titus and he raises it to speak. The crowd barely lets him as they go wild. Eventually they settle and Showtime begins.
Showtime:It's so good to be back after a little R&R, everybody. And Titus, I just have one thing to say.
Showtime grins from ear to ear and he takes a deep breath...
...but his grin fades and turns into a grimace, and HE NAILS TITUS IN THE HEAD WITH THE MIC!
Connor:What the hell?!
Titus stumbles back into the ropes, holding his forehead. Showtime's face remains twisted in a grimace as he goes to Titus and delivers the Ratings Crash! The crowd is in disbelief as they watch Showtime drag Titus into the corner, lift him onto the top turnbuckle - AND NAIL A FINAL ACT!
Cohen:Showtime has betrayed his best friend! I love it!
Connor:How can you love this, Jack? Are you kidding me?
Cohen:This is what I missed from Showtime! A little edge, a little grit! This is the real Showtime!
The crowd starts to boo profusely as they realize what Showtime's done. Showtime looks out around the crowd as he pushes the hair out of his eyes and his face returns to impassivity. He stares back at Titus for a long moment before he lifts his head up, pushes his hair back, and slowly leaves the ring.
Showtime hops down off the apron and walks up the ramp, unfazed by the crowd reaction.
Connor: I just don't understand. Showtime is one of Titus's good friends, why would he do something like this?
Showtime stops on the ramp and stares up at the titantron. A medic is inside the ring helping Titus, who has rolled over. Showtime turns back towards the ring and slowly walks back. He slides inside and walks over to the medic and throws him out of the ring! Showtime lifts Titus up and pushes him into the turnbuckle. Showtime lifts him up to the top rope and climbs up top with him. Both men stand on the top rope as Showtime readies himself to hit his finisher again. The medic stands on the outside and shouts at Showtime not to do it. The crowd boos furiously as Showtime flips backwards, taking Titus with him for ANOTHER DEVASTATING FINAL ACT! The two men hit the mat and Showtime rolls to his feet as stares at Titus. He reaches down and grabs the fallen microphone.
Showtime:I didn't finish my sentence. Titus, I have just one thing to say to you.
He pauses for a moment.
Showtime:F--- you.
The crowd gasps in shock and returns to booing Showtime with even greater fury as a team of medics and security hit the ring and force Showtime away. Showtime backs up and watches them look over Titus as he slowly leaves the ring. The crowd boos him heavily as he walks up the ramp, not staring at the titantron as the EMTs tend to Titus.
Connor: I'm at a loss for words to describe what I just saw. Why, Showtime?
...can be the most bitter of enemies.
Showtime:You know what, you should feel fortunate about what happened. It got people talking about Titus again, and not just about how many times he’s lost his last several big matches. What I did was the biggest thing to happen to your career in months. You’re welcome.
Showtime lowers his mic and turns to leave. Titus steps forward and grabs Showtime, who quickly turns and strikes him with the mic. Titus crumples to the mat and Showtime stands over him and starts stomping.
Copeland:Deja Vu all over again here tonight as Showtime sucker strikes Titus with that microphone, and now he is laying the boots to Titus on the mat.
Cohen:You got to hand it to Showtime though, he picked the right moment when Titus' guard was down and is about to make another huge moment here tonight.
Connor:Showtime is a coward, somebody needs to help Titus. He is not medically cleared to compete.
Showtime has booted Titus to the corner where he continues to lay down some more boots on him. Showtime takes off his jacket and then picks Titus up to his feet and lifts him off the mat. He turns Titus upside down and hangs him on the turnbuckle in a tree of woe position. Showtime walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and runs towards Titus, hitting a dropkick right across the chest. A winded Titus drops to the mat and Showtime stands up and poses to loud boos. Showtime lifts Titus up to his feet and then picks him up and places Titus in the top turnbuckle. Showtime climbs up onto the top rope and sets up The Final Act.
Connor:No not again.
Cohen:Showtime is going to put Titus in the hospital if he hits this move.
Showtime goes to jump off, but Titus hits an elbow to stop him. Titus continues to show life and hits a few more elbows before throwing Showtime back into the ring. Showtime rolls onto his feet and is met by a diving Titus who knocks them both to the mat. Titus is straddled over top of Showtime and swings wild punches that he tries to block. Showtime pushes Titus off him and the two get up to their feet. They circle a bit and lock up like hockey fighters and start punching each other in the face. Titus has a firm grip on Showtime’s shirt collar and pulls the shirt up over his head while moving his punches towards the gut. Showtime is bent over with his shirt over his face, struggling to pull it off, when Titus bounces off the ropes. He runs back and jumps up in the air.
Copeland:Tit Drop! Connects!
Showtime lies on the mat with his shirt over his face. The crowd cheers and laughs as Titus walks over and pulls the shirt right off of Showtime. Showtime stirs a bit and rolls over towards the ropes. Titus reaches down and grabs the leg, applying an Ankle Lock! Showtime screams to life and grabs the ropes, trying to pull himself to safety. Showtime turns and tries to wildly kick Titus in the face with his free leg, eventually making direct contest and knocking Titus backwards. Titus lunges back at Showtime, but the former World Heavyweight Champion rolls out of the ring and has climbed the barricade to safety. Showtime turns back to the ring from in the crowd and looks at Titus. Titus stays be the ropes and glares back at Showtime unsatisfied.
Copeland:An explosive encounter between these two WZCW greats. Sooner or later the score will be settled in the ring and I for one cannot wait.
Connor:With each of his past feuds, we’ve seen a little more fire and frustration in Titus game. This feud could be what Titus needs to get back to World Title form, or another set back. I think Showtime has made a big mistake by attacking Titus.
Cohen:Are you kidding CC? Tonight Titus stooped down to Showtime’s level and fought dirty. A shirt over his face? Really? When these two get in the ring, you’ll see who the better wrestler is, and that is of course the only Grand Slam Winner in WZCW history, Showtime.
And after weeks of cheap shots...
Copeland:Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you back to Meltdown 100. Drake Callahan has been given medical attention and taken out of the ring, but Showtime has refused to vacate the ring. He has been ranting and raving about Titus for the better part of the break, and -
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The crowd reaction changes to cheers as Titus walks out onto the stage. Showtime lowers his arms and stands in the ring breathing heavily from exhaustion. With a mic in one hand and some papers in the other, Titus poses a little on stage before walking down to the ring.
Cohen:I knew he just couldn’t take no for an answer. Titus just won’t leave Showtime alone until he gets a match verse him. It’s beyond obsession.
Copeland:Can you really blame him Jack? Since Showtime has returned to WZCW he has assaulted Titus physically several times, and has been verbally ridiculing his entire career.
Cohen:Showtime’s looking for respect Seabass, something Titus gets too much of.
Copeland:Titus has never asked to be beloved by the WZCW fans. He’s here because he wants to and loves to compete, something Showtime seems to have forgotten. If Showtime’s looking for respect, accepting a match verse Titus will get him that.
Titus climbs up the steps and straddles into the ring. Showtime has a mic in hand and stands near the ropes ready to leave should Titus attack. Titus keeps his distance and encourages Showtime to come closer as he speaks.
Titus:Show, I’m not here to punch you around anymore. I think we’ve had several opportunities to vent out our anger in childish schoolyard fashion, I want to speak to you seriously for a minute. Is this really how you all want it to end for Showtime? Undercard match on Meltdown 100? Being interrupted by a former WZCW Champion who throws out a challenge to face you at Unscripted? Looking like the biggest coward in the world if you decline the match. The memory of Showtime walking down that isle and leaving will be the thing people remember most when they talk about the legend that was Showtime. Is that really how you want it all to end? No it isn’t. I know you and I know that’s not how you would want it all to end. You’d want to go out in a blaze of glory. You’d want to go out as the most talked about person at the event. You’d want to go out as the best. That’s why I’m not challenging you to just an ordinary match at Unscripted. Show, this contract in my hands is for you and I to compete at Unscripted in a Pure Rules match!
The crowd cheers loudly. Showtime rubs the sweat off his face and sneers at Titus as he continues to upstage him.
Titus:The very match I won my first WZCW Title. A match that really proves who is the best pure wrestler. When I defeated Everest and Kingdom Come II it was then that I finally shook off the perception that I was an actor trying to be a wrestler and suddenly became a main event wrestler in WZCW. Let me quickly first explain the rules of the match. Each wrestler has three rope breaks. Once you use them all up, submissions and pin attempts are legal under the ropes. There are no closed fist punches to the face. First time caught you get a warning, second time you lose a rope break, and third time you get disqualified. There is a twenty count when outside the ring and, of course, the use of weapons and low blows will result in a disqualification. This match is designed to eliminate the dirty attacks and prove who is the best pure, technical wrestler. Show, you’ve been calling me washed up, over the hell, well I say you need to prove that you really are the best wrestler in WZCW and fight me at Unscripted. You started this and you now hold the power to decide how it ends. You want to go out on top? Do the right thing, for everybody. Accept the match.
Titus hands the contract over to Showtime. Showtime takes it and looks over the contract. Titus hands over a pen and Showtime does take it from him. He continues to read the contract and then looks up and speaks.
Showtime:No!
The crowd boos loudly and Titus looks away and steps back, angered by the answer.
Showtime:You can’t tell me how to end my career, I decide how it ends, and it ends tonight! The years I fought in front of these people, nothing but a waste of time.
The crowd boos loudly and Showtime keeps talking.
Showtime:Oh yea, you all care now, but the minute I walk out of here again you won’t act like you give a damn. You’ll talk about guys like Runn, Beard, Daggershield, and Grizzly, and tell yourselves how they are all so great, but only when I return to accept my induction into the WZCW Hall of Fame will you all realize what a poor talent pool you’re left with. So called legends you idolized like Everest, Ty, and Dave, won’t be around. They’ll be counting all the dollars they made playing up to you people, but they’ll never return. You’ll all scream for me to return to have one last match and beg for me to stay afterwards, and I will step up to the mic and say, No! Never again. I’ve done my time, I’ve done all I can for you people, and now I can finally move on and never compete for this company again. Pull out your cell phones and take a picture, because this is the last time that you will ever..... EVER..... see me in a ring again.
Showtime drops the mic and turns to leave. He walks right into a boot to the gut by Titus, who quickly follows up with the Tit Drop. Showtime drops to the mat and the crowd pops really loudly.
Cohen:Did that feel good Titus. Let out all that anger? I hope Showtime sues Titus, he’s no longer an active wrestler. He shouldn’t be attacked in the ring.
Copeland:I don’t know about that Jack. It certainly is a downer that we won’t get to see Titus vs Showtime.
Titus bends down and picks up the contract Showtime dropped. He then grabs the pen and places them both down in front of Showtime.
Cohen:What’s Titus doing?
Titus walks around behind Showtime and grabs one of his legs. He twists the foot and has Showtime locked in an Ankle Lock. Showtime lifts his head up and screams in pain. He slaps his hand down on the mat, but Titus refuses to let go.
Titus:Sign it! Sign the damn contract.
Showtime tries to pull himself free, but Titus wraps his legs around Showtimes leg and drops to the mat, trapping him in the submission. Showtime tries desperately to crawl away, but can’t get anywhere. Finally, he reaches out and grabs the pen and quickly signs the contract. The crowd pops loudly as the pen drops and Titus lets go of the leg and quickly grabs the contract. He scans it over and then raises his arms up drawing a bigger reaction from the crowd.
Copeland:Well, I don’t think we can call it official just let, but mark this down on your calendars. In two weeks at Unscripted, Titus and Showtime will compete in a Pure Rules match.
Cohen:Titus just had his death wish signed by Showtime. He is going to regret forcing Showtime to compete in this match.
Copeland:Showtime should’ve had the balls to accept it in the first place. Regardless of who wins this match, there is already one big winner and that’s the fans who will get to witness two of the very best competing inside the ring. Unscripted is going to be an amazing show!
Titus walks up the ramp and high fives many of the fans along the way. He turns around to see Showtime dragging himself across the ring holding his leg. He looks up through the ropes at Titus, who waves back with the contract and smiles.
...the match is on at last.
Shots of Showtime and Titus each nailing huge moves on a variety of opponents play over the screen, in between shots of them yelling at one another and facing each other down in the ring.
Copeland:Ladies and gentlemen, months of anticipation have built to this match, ever since Showtime made his return to WZCW. Two WZCW legends are about to go one on one!
Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Pure Rules match!
Lights flash around the arena as the crowd waits in anticipation for the arrival of superstars that are about to face off.
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Harrys: Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, weighing 222 pounds, “Showtime” David Cougar!
The crowd boos heavily as Showtime David Cougar makes his way onto the stage. A single spotlight illuminates him as he gazes out over the crowd with a sour look on his face. He wipes his hands over his face and starts to walk down the ring. He receives nothing but hate from the crowd as he leaps onto the ring apron and then into the ring. He stares at referee Jorou Akiyama for a long moment as he is announced.
Copeland:Showtime returned to WZCW because he is inflamed with rage over Titus's legacy being put on his same level. He avoided this match for as long as as he could but he finally agreed at Meltdown 100.
Cohen:"Agreed", is it, Seabass? Because there was the minor issue of an ankle lock involved in that. Connor: Nevertheless, Showtime finally has a chance to prove that he is as much better than Titus as he claims to be.
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Harrys: And his opponent, from Keystone City, Kansas, weighing 225 pounds, this is........Titus!
Titus is received warmly and loudly by the audience as he appears on the top ramp. He has no time for adoration, however, as he immediately charges down the ramp with fury and slides into the ring. Akiyama holds him back from Showtime to maintain the order.
Copeland:Titus looks absolutely furious but he has to be at least satisfied in some way that he's finally getting his hands on Showtime here tonight.
Cohen:He had better be - he went through hell to get it.
Connor:And this match is going to be very interesting. With the pure rules that are in effect tonight, I really wonder if either man can avoid getting disqualified.
Showtime and Titus stare at each other intently from across the ring as Akiyama reads the rules off to them. He can be heard explaining that there will be three rule breaks only, that there will be a twenty count on the floor, and that closed fists are prohibited. Both men nod curtly when Akiyama asks if they understand. He takes a long look at both of them before signaling for the bell. It rings and we are underway. Showtime and Titus circle each other slowly. They come together tentatively with and lock up. They struggle against each other but Titus comes away, transitioning into a hammerlock. Showtime tries to break it and takes a step toward the ropes, but realizes the mistake he’s making and pulls up. He grimaces in pain and struggles against the lock, and reverses it. Showtime forces Titus to a knee and then manipulates him into a pinning position! He gets one before Titus kicks out and breaks the hold, rolling to the corner and standing up. Both men stare at each other for a long moment before coming together again. They try another lockup, and Titus this time takes control with a headlock. Showtime once again tries to walk into the ropes but grunts in frustration as he realizes what he’s doing. Showtime instead tries to break the hold, though Titus holds it in tight. Titus forces Showtime to the mat and switches to a chinlock. Showtime powers through to a vertical base and forces the hold apart with his hands, showing some power off.
Copeland:Showtime clearly wanting to go for his instincts in this match and trying to go for the ropes, but he's got to be careful to conserve those three rope breaks.
Cohen: It's a real test of your mental fortitude to conserve those breaks, and just when they get used is really going to determine the course of this match.
Showtime pushes Titus into the ropes, then launches him off to send him hurling toward the other side of the ring. Titus rebounds and Showtime catches him with a shoulder block! Titus goes down and Showtime hits the ropes, rebounds, leaps and drops a leg. He covers Titus and gets one, but only one as Titus still has plenty left in the tank. Showtime pulls Titus to his feet and tries for a headlock, getting it locked in on Titus. He forces Titus to his knees with the move with the move and then leaves him there, quickly hitting the ropes, rebounding, and nailing a knee into the side of Titus's head. Titus is laid out and Showtime tries another pin and he gets one, two, but only two. Titus rolls onto his side and Showtime waits for him to stand up before going after him again. Titus ducks under the grasping hands of Showtime and gets behind him, kicking him in the back of the knee. Showtime stumbles and turns around and meets a DDT from Titus! Titus rolls with it and clambers to the top rope! Showtime stands up and Titus flies off, going for a clothesline, but Showtime ducks aside! Titus lands on his feet, turns around, leaps and NAILS Showtime with an enzuigiri! Titus goes for the cover and gets one, two, but only two!
Connor:A rapidly increasing pace and I'm not sure who that favors in this one, guys.
Cohen:It's not a clear cut case of one wrestler preferring the speed over the other in this one. Both men are just so well rounded as competitors, I think it's going to be about who adapts faster.
Titus wastes no time in rolling Showtime over and locking in an ankle lock! Showtime slaps the mat in pain and he does everything he can to quickly clamber over the to the ropes and grab hold of them. Akiyama signals for the break and informs Showtime he has two left. Titus is forced to back up to the other side of the ring as Showtime rubs his ankle and tries to recover. He gets to his feet and he aggressively locks up with Titus once more, backing him up into the corner. He lays into Titus with a series of chops before backing up and hitting a running dropkick. He rolls Titus out of the corner and covers, getting one, two, but only two as Titus kicks out. Showtime pulls Titus to his feet and measures him for a hard kick to the chest. He swings – but he misses, and Titus ducks under it! He rolls up Showtime! He gets one, two, but only two! Both men are up and Showtime counters with a roll up of his own! He gets one, two, but only two! Both men get up and Showtime nails a backslide pin this time! He gets one, two, but only two! Titus and Showtime go head to head again and this time Titus NAILS a hurricanrana! He covers and gets one, two, but only two!
Copeland:Both men are really trying to nail an early pinfall here.
Cohen:It’s not so much about ending the match early, Seabass, as it is forcing your opponent to expend energy, and if he’s not wary, maybe a rope break as well.
Titus pulls Showtime to his feet after the attempted pin and puts him into the corner. He chops him hard once and then whips him across the ring into the far turnbuckle. He follows with a hard knee to the gut of Showtime before dragging him out of the corner and locking in a sleeper hold! Showtime fights against it but Titus really has it wrenched in. Showtime clearly makes a step toward the ropes but he falls to one knee before he can get within reaching distance. Showtime seems to be fading fast, but he summons his strength and forces his way back to a vertical base – he breaks the hold! Showtime knees Titus in the gut, shakes his head out, and goes for a single leg takedown! He takes Titus by the leg and locks in the Commercial Break! Titus scrambles toward the ropes and grabs hold of one, forcing the break and both men are down one rope break now. Showtime is forced to back off and Titus stands up, shaking his leg out with a slight grimace. The two men come together once more in the middle of the ring and Showtime says something to Titus, drawing a hard chop to the chest from Titus. Showtime counters with an elbow strike! They go back and forth, the crowd chanting for Titus and booing Showtime. The heated exchange gets even more heated as they start trading closed fists! Akiyama yells a warning to them both and they're not listening! A fury of closed fists back and forth flies and Akiyama is forced to physically separate the men while also screaming at them!
Connor: I believe that BOTH men have just been deducted a rope break for closed fists! Emotion has gotten the better of both of them!
Copeland:I'm shocked to see either of them lose their composure like that, but ultimately this is a deeply emotional feud.
Both men now with only one rope break left, they go right after each other and Titus elbows Showtime hard in the face. Showtime backs up a step and Titus goes right after him, whipping him into the corner. Titus runs right after him and drops a shoulder into Showtime's gut. Showtime doubles over and Titus follows up with a DDT. Showtime rolls over toward the center of the mat and Titus goes to the top rope! Titus leaps off the top rope and NAILS THE RED COMET! The crowd gets to their feet as Titus goes for the cover and Titus gets one, two, thr - no! Only two! Only two as Showtime kicks out! Titus can hardly believe it! He rolls Showtime over and LOCKS IN THE ANKLE LOCK! SHOWTIME STRUGGLES, HE HAS NOWHERE TO GO! TITUS IS HOLDING IT IN TIGHT AND SHOWTIME SCREAMS IN PAIN! AKIYAMA IS ASKING HIM! SHOWTIME SAYS NO! He painfully clambers toward the ropes - he reaches, he's short! He gets forward a bit further on his elbows, he reaches again - and he just makes it! He just makes it! Akiyama signals for the break!
Copeland: Showtime almost tapped out to the second ankle lock of the night there, but he just made it to the ropes.
Cohen: But he's all out of rope breaks! He's got to stay on his toes against Titus!
Showtime painfully gets to his feet and he clearly is having trouble putting weight on his leg. He manages to get to his feet and turns toward Titus, only to catch a spinning heel kick for his troubles! Showtime is down and Titus goes for the cover, getting one, two, but only two! Titus is unfazed as he GOES RIGHT BACK TO THE ANKLE LOCK! SHOWTIME GETS A HAND ON THE ROPE BUT HE IS OUT OF BREAKS! HE HOLDS ONTO THE ROPES FOR DEAR LIFE BUT THERE'S NO HOPE! TITUS WRENCHES IT HARD, SHOWTIME SCREAMS, AND HE TAPS! HE TAPS! SHOWTIME TAPS!
Harrys: Here is your winner, Titus!
Copeland:He did it! Titus wins! Titus wins!
Cohen:I don’t believe it!
Connor:You better believe it Jack. Titus has defied the odds and has beaten Showtime in what will go down as one of the greatest technical bouts in WZCW history.
Titus rolls over in the ring and buries his head into the mat, exhausted from the bout. The crowd is on their feet hooting and hollering with pure delight over the result. The ref walks over as Titus sits up on his knees and raises his arm. The crowd pops loudly, Titus smiles between heavy breaths and soaks it all in. He slowly rises to his feet and walks over to the nearby ropes, raising his arm in celebration. Showtime has also gotten to his feet, still in complete shock over what just happened. He turns the referee around and argues with him about the result of the match.
Copeland:In his last match ever in WZCW, Showtime pulled out all the stops and came so close to putting Titus away so many times, but it was just not meant to be.
Connor:Showtime has left a bad taste in a number of different peoples mouths since returning, but you can’t deny the pure talent that he possesses. Regardless what he thinks, he will be looked upon as one of the greatest.
Cohen:One of? Showtime is the greatest to ever compete in WZCW, and this is not the way it should end for him.
Titus has made his way to the top rope of a turnbuckle and raises both his arms as the crowd continues to cheer his name. He then hops down onto the floor and celebrates with many of the young fans around the ring. Back inside the ring, Showtime continues to argue with the referee until he decides to step out of the ring and leave. Showtime watches him go as Titus rolls back into the ring. Showtime turns around and the two stare at each other a few feet apart. The tension is high and the crowd cheers loudly, first breaking into Titus chants before they are joined in with dueling Showtime chants. Showtime looks around the arena and then back at Titus, arms shaking ready to fight. Titus stares back at Showtime in a calm collected way and extends his hand out, asking Showtime to shake it.
Copeland:A sign of respect offered by the legend Titus. Will Showtime accept it?
The crowd reacts and Showtime looks around the arena and then back to Titus hand. The anger in his face slowly disappears and look of mild sadness crosses it. Showtime looks up at Titus and shakes his hand to the delight of the crowd. Showtime then pulls him in closer and the two wrestlers mutually hug each other in the middle of the ring. The crowd is on their feet clapping loudly.
Connor:Former friends reunited and it looks like they’ve put aside the blood between them. You couldn’t script a more perfect ending.
Showtime turns and whispers something into Titus’ ear. Titus tilts to listen and then Showtime knees him in the groan. Titus slowly crumples to the mat and Showtime pushes his hair back as the crowd boos him again. Showtime lifts his boot up and begins to stomp on Titus.
Cohen:Ah ha! Now this is more like it. Titus got lucky beating him tonight, so Showtime is going to make sure that Titus is forced to retire the hard way.
Showtime continues to stomp on his fallen opponent. Titus pulls himself slowly across the ring and grabs the bottom rope. Showtime lifts him up to his feet and delivers a hard knife edge chop that freezes Titus in his place. Showtime grabs his arm and Irish Whips him across the ring. Titus bounces off the ropes and leaps in the air, hitting Showtime with a flying forearm. Titus bounces off the ropes again and his another flying forearm. Showtime slowly gets back to his feet and Titus lifts him off the mat and hits a Manhattan Drop. Showtime stumbles in the ring and Titus boots him in the gut and runs into the ropes. He hits the ropes and flys over top and onto the floor as the top rope has been pulled down by a mysterious person at ringside.
Copeland:What the hell? Who is that?
The man on the apron removes his hood and is revealed to be Michael Winters!
Connor:It’s Winters! Winters is back!
Cohen:Oh baby, I knew things we’re going to get interesting.
Winters grabs Titus off the floor and runs him into the steel stairs. He starts to hit him with boots to the midsection when Showtime tells him to roll him into the ring. Winters follows his instructions and pins Titus to the mat as Showtime drops a knee to the face and then follows up with several unprotected shots to the face as Winters holds Titus.
Copeland:The god damn match is over. Somebody get out here and help Titus.
Winters lifts Titus up to his feet and Showtime holds his jaw before slapping him across the face. Showtime prepares to take another shot at Titus when.
Connor:Constantine? What’s he doing out here.
Cohen: I’ll tell you what he’s doing out here CC. He’s come to help finish the job he started last week.
Constantine appears on stage and runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring. Showtime continues to strike Titus and pays no attention to Constantine until he is standing in the ring. Showtime faces him and Winters drops Titus and turns to look. Constantine does not move and seems tense standing there. Showtime nods and Winters goes to strike Constantine, but is met with a clothesline. Showtime tries to sneak an attack in, but gets slammed to the mat by Constantine. The former Elite X Champion stands over Showtime and goes to strike him, but Winters intervenes and pushes Constantine off Showtime who rolls outside the ring to safety. Winters tries to get the upper hand, but Constantine grabs his arm and runs him towards the ropes, throwing him outside the ring. Showtime gathers Winters off the floor and helps him to his feet as Constantine pulls out a piece of paper from his back pocket. He takes the paper and rips it up to the delight of the crowd.
Copeland:That’s the mysterious telegram Constantine received earlier and I can only imagine it was Showtime asking for his “assistance.”
Cohen:If so, Constantine is a damn fool. Siding with an old man instead of the greatest wrestler in WZCW history.
Connor:Constantine himself has said that he respects both Showtime and Titus for what they’ve done in WZCW. Constantine didn’t want to be Showtime’s puppet and came to the aid of a true legend.
Constantine stares at Showtime and Winters as Titus gets up to his feet. Constantine turns around and Titus looks a little uneasy as he approaches him. Constantine stands beside Titus and grabs his wrist. He looks down at him and then raises his arm and the crowd lets out a big cheer. Titus stands there and soaks it all in again and then climbs up the nearby turnbuckle and raises his arms again. Titus then points towards Showtime who, with a sneer across his face, slowly backs up the ramp with Winters by his side. Constantine has slowly exited the ring also to allow Titus to continue to celebrate on his own. The crowd is cheering and clapping and Titus looks more pleased than he has looked in a very long time.
Connor:What an ending to an explosive feud we’ve just witnessed. Titus pulls off the upset and Constantine comes to his aid before Showtime could continue the assault.
Copeland:Still, one has to wonder what is the relationship between Showtime and Winters and why did Constantine save his opponent from two weeks prior.
Cohen:I think there’s a lot more to this than meets the eye, and if this is any indication that Showtime will be sticking around longer, then I am all for it.
Copeland:It certainly seems that this is only the beginning between these four wrestlers. The coming weeks will hopefully shed some light upon this encounter. For now though, Unscripted has scripted a perfect ending for Titus.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Hell in a Cell match! And it is for the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship!
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Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 185lbs, he is the former and final WZCW Mayhem Champion, VVVVVVVVVEGA!
Vega's music begins to play as rises up around the entrance stage and all the lights in the arena slowly begin to dim out. Spotlights begin randomly shining down and moving around the arena about 20 seconds in every time the bass drum hits. Two white beams shine down on the same spot on the entrance stage, creating a "V" amidst the fog. an opening slowly appears on the entrance stage right where the two beams of light meet. White pyro rains from the top of the tron and gently falls down. Finally, Vega slowly begins to rise up from the opening in the entrance stage. He turns to look behind him, and Alexis walks through the raining pyro and onto the entrance stage. Together, the two slowly saunter on down to the ring as Vega simply smiles at the seething fans that jeer him. Vega spins Alexis around before she heads back up the ramp and he enters into the cage through the door.
Copeland:The greatest Mayhem Champion our company has ever seen, stepping into the diabolical cage. This will be his first shot at the grandest prize in our business.
Connor:Vega has been on a bit of a skid as of late, but all of that will be forgotten if he pulls out a victory tonight.
Cohen:Vega is cunning, calculating. He will need that and then some to survive tonight, especially after the announcement that Barbosa has walked out, only to be replaced by a surprise entrant.
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Introducing second, from Union City, New Jersey, weighing in at 198lbs, SSSSSSAAAAAboteur!
The crowd comes alive as the lyrics hit and Saboteur comes out and basks in the crowd's reaction by throwing his hands in the air, turning around 360 degrees, and then pointing towards the ring. As he walks down the entrance ramp he hi-5s fans and stops for photo-ops, only one fan he stops for actually having a camera. He then runs into the ring, runs to a turnbuckle in the opposite corner, and poses for the fans and the camera by making an X in front of his chest with his katanas.
Copeland:Clearly the fan favorite in tonight's match, Saboteur loving every minute of this reaction.
Cohen:I still don't understand how this goof has a job, let alone how he secured a title shot.
Connor:This isn't Saboteur's first shot at the WZCW title. Back during the Roulette Rounds he fell just short of upsetting then champion Showtime Cougar.
The crowd grows silent as they await the entrance of the mystery entrant.
Copeland:Who is our mystery replacement?
Connor:Whoever it is may be about to receive the opportunity of a lifetime.
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Cohen:Yes!
Now making his way to the ring, from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 225lbs, TTTRRRiple X!
X, sporting a fat lip and black and blue bruises all over his back, makes his way to the ring to a chorus of boos. He is still showing the effects of his earlier match as he simply walks and uses the steps to make his way into the ring, running his hand along the cell wall as he goes.
Connor:I can't believe Triple X is being rewarded after what he did to Blade earlier in the night.
The lights in the arena go dark and the crowd falls silent.
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Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 225 pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, he is the reigning, defending, WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, "The Swagtastic voice of a generation", RRRRRicky RRRRRunn!
The tron cuts to a backstage feed from just outside the arena. A solid white Rolls-Royce convertible comes rolling into the arena, Ricky Runn standing in the back seat dancing, his newly minted swag title hanging off his shoulder. As the car drives onto the ramp, golden pyro rains down. Ricky hops out and continues to dance down the aisle, stopping to talk to a women in the front row who is sporting a gratuitous amount of cleavage. Despite her showing no interest, Ricky still stares down at her chest while scribbling her his number. As he makes his way to the cell, a giant poster unrolls from the top of the tron that reads "STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM."
Cohen:Our swagtastic savior, Ricky Runn ladies and gentlemen!
Connor:How can you root for this man Jack? He doesn't know his ass from his face.
Copeland:Regardless of your personal feelings, Runn shocked the world at Meltdown one hundred and won the world title.
Referee Jurou Akiyama shows each man the prize at stake before handing the title off to a ringside tech, who exits the cell and locks the door behind him. The bell rings and each man is reluctant to make the first move. They all look around at each other, no one daring show their hand. Finally Saboteur jumps to the center of the ring, ready to fight. The other three men respond by triple teaming him, beating him down with a series of clubbing blows. They push Saboteur out of the ring before Runn and Vega turn their attention to the weakened Triple X. The two go to work with blow after blow, before X removes himself from the ring, rolling under the bottom rope. Ricky Runn then responds by grabbing a handful of Vega's tights and rolling him up.
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Vega manages to kick out, but Runn throws him through the ropes before he is able to regain his wits, and Runn stands alone in the center of the ring.
Cohen:You should all get used to that sight, because I guarantee Runn will be left standing at the end of this.
As the three men on the outside begin to stir, they all share a look and slide into the ring and advance on Runn. He responds by dropping down and rolling out of the ring. Realizing he is trapped inside the cell, Runn lives up to his namesake and begins to sprint around the ring. Vega and Saboteur slide out and give chase, but as Runn leaps over the ring steps Triple X dives through the ropes and takes Runn down. With those two men down, Saboteur trips up Vega before taking him down with a one handed bulldog. Triple X makes his way to his feet, obviously in pain but riding high off adrenaline, and rolls Ricky into the ring. A couple of quick shots to set him up to whip him into the corner. X follows Ricky into the corner, and starts to unload with a series of kicks to the champ. Nine total kicks to the ribs, before following it up with a roundhouse to the head, and Runn falls to the mat. X pulls him out and hook the near leg.
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But Runn gets a shoulder up just as Saboteur slides into the ring. He connects with a dropkick to the back of X, sending him to a knee. Saboteur hits the ropes and slides past X, slapping him in the face on the way. He hops to his feet and starts to chop away at the recently standing champion. Runn is again backed into the corner, and Saboteur slaps him across the face before he readies himself for a stinger splash. At the last second, the champ slips out of the corner, leaving Saboteur to crash into the turnbuckle. He tries to stay on his feet, but Vega springboards in with a clothesline and takes the former tag team champion down. Vega makes the cover.
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And Saboteur kicks out. Vega nods his head as if to acknowledge that he knew Saboteur would kick out. Before he is able to get back to his feet, Triple X runs in with a flip over neckbreaker, and Runn follows it up with a flip legdrop. Instead of capitalizing on the double team, Runn and X square off, the two trading low kicks back and forth. Both Saboteur and Vega on on their feet around the same time, and Saboteur connects with a low blow, much to the chagrin of the ref, though the no DQ rules prevent him from doing anything. Saboteur follows up the low blow with a small package.
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And an elbow drop from Triple X breaks up the pin.
Copeland:Each man has scored a near fall thus far, as the four of them back off to their respective corners.
Cohen:Fairly even match thus far Seabass, any of those four men could walk out with his hand raised in victory.
Vega clutches the family jewels as he kneels in the corner, X, Runn, and Saboteur all in their respective corner plotting their next move. The three challengers decide to single out the champ, who again scrambles out of the ring. This time Vega and Triple X go opposite directions to cut Runn off, Saboteur cutting off his way back to the ring. Trapped, Runn does the only thing he can think of and begins to climb the cell! Vega and X look at each other in stunned silence as Runn scrambles up, just out of reach. Not wanting to waste time, Saboteur flies over the top rope and connects with a crossbody onto Triple X. Vega climbs onto the apron and after a quick calculation runs and leaps from the apron to the cell wall, clutching the wall after a brief scare. Despite his anti fan behavior, the athletic display elicits a cheer from the crowd. Runn begins to kick at Vega, who clings to the cell wall. Vega fights through and begins to trade awkward punches with Runn, each man hanging by one hand. Runn's strength wavering, Vega manages to throw him off the wall, back to the ring. Vega then launches himself off the wall and attempts to drop an elbow on Runn, but Runn somehow rolls away at the last second!
Copeland:Incredible! Runn just fell a good fifteen feet back to the ring, but still had the presence of mind to roll out of the way, leaving Vega to meet a similar fate.
Saboteur slides into the ring and covers Vega.
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And again Triple X foils Saboteur, breaking up the pin. X, visibly exhausted after pulling double duty, ties Saboteur up. He works to a hammerlock, before following it up with a short arm lariat. X falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath. Ricky Runn has managed to get to his feet and begins to creep up on X. The straight edge star is keen to it however and gets to his feet, ducking a roundhouse kick before dropping Runn with a Samoan Drop. Just as X gets to a knee, Sabotuer connects with a knee to the skull, The Death Blow! He hooks the leg!
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Thr-No, Vega springs to life and tackles the ref, preventing the count of three!
Connor:Saboteur was a split second from becoming World Champion, but Vega pulled out all the stops.
As Runn crawls to the ropes to raise himself to his feet, Vega starts to unleash a devastating Muay Thai combo on Saboteur. A flurry of knees and elbows take their toll and Saboteur is reeling. As he backs into the corner, Vega locks on the Thai plum and begins to unleash a series of knees to the body. Out of nowhere he pulls Saboteur into his guard, and almost immediately locks on a triangle choke! Saboteur tires to fight it, but is unable to take the pain and taps. Vega releases the hold, only referee Jurou Akiyama is on the ground, having been shoved down my Ricky Runn, and didn't see the tap.
Copeland:Damn Ricky Runn. We should have a new champion.
Just as Vega turns to face Runn, he eats a devastating kick to jaw. X-Rated! Triple X out of nowhere, connects with his finisher! Before he is able to capitalize, Ricky runs from behind and tosses Triple X to ringside before he makes the cover on Vega!
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Here is your winner and still, WZCW Heavyweight Champion, Ricky Runn!
Connor:What just happened?
Cohen:I'll tell you Cat, Ricky just showcased his great ring awareness and stole the pin right out from under Triple X's nose. The swag era is in full effect Seabass!
Copeland:It may not have been pretty, and it may not have been honorable, but Ricky Runn has retained his title here tonight. For Cat Connor and Jack Cohen, I'm Sebastian Copeland, good night folks!
The swag pack carry Ricky Runn out on their shoulders, the lasting image before the screen fades to black is a new poster that reads "NOW WE'RE HERE" hanging from the tron.
Harthan: Titus vs. Showtime Yaz The Great and Powerful: Blade vs. XXX, HIAC, segments B-Lad Buttybox: Bob vs. Diabolos Killjoy: Callahan vs. Beard Haiku: S.H.I.T. vs. Constantine, Fallout vs Tastic Pancake: LMD vs. DFs
Special thanks to Infinity for writing the EurAsian Title match and to Showtime for the follow up to Showtime/Titus.
There it is you penis noses, Unscripted 2014. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it.
And now it is with a heavy heart that we say goodbye to Shotaro. He and I cut our teeth together, both joining up on the same day and facing each other in our first match, then we went and formed Strikeforce. I think the rest is pretty much history. I'm gonna miss you buddy, as are the rest of us. Good luck being an adult.
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