Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following singles match is schedules for one fall.
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Anderson: Introducing first, from Seattle Washington, weighing in at 260 pounds, CORVUS!
The lights dim and complete silence fills the arena. The sound of Corvus’s theme breaks through and the strobe lights kick in. The fans pop when they notice the shadowy figure of Corvus emerging from them and rolling into the ring. He perches himself on the top turnbuckle and awaits his match.
Klamor: This guy will give you nightmares, Becky! I don’t like him one bit. Why is he squatting there on top of the ring, anyway?
Serra: I don’t know if you knew this, Johnny, but in Latin “corvus” means “crow”. From what I know of this mysterious man, Corvus is out for justice and he’s seeking out the evil in the world, looking to punish it.
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Anderson: And his opponent, from West Hollywood California, at 235 pounds, “The Sexcellence of Sexecution”... Joey SEXton!
Joey Sexton comes down the entrance ramp after his music hits. His vibrant zebra print trunks thrust forward powerfully to the beat of his theme. As he walks toward the ring, he only stops occasionally to display to the power of his pelvis to all the female WZCW fans. After entering the ring, he points at a few women in the crowd while thrusting heavily. The attention gets returned by a loud chorus of boos.
Serra: Ugh!
Klamor: What’s wrong, Becky? Does this not turn you on? Does Joey Sexton not just ooze sex appeal?
Serra: Next time he comes near me I hope I have pepper-spray with me.
Klamor: Pepper-spray or not, these two gentlemen genuinely surprised me at their contract battle royal. Even though Dr. Coberer won it, the two men in the ring right now were so damn impressive that management couldn’t afford not to hire them anyway.
*ding ding ding*
The bell indicates the start of the match. Sexton issues an opening challenge to Corvus... IN THE FORM OF A HIP-THRUST! Corvus accepts and jumps off his corner, pacing toward Joey with measured strides. Sexton meets the oncoming attacker with a beautifully executed dropkick! Corvus staggers back a couple of steps, but is still at a vertical base. Joey pops to his feet and charges Corvus with a running knee lift. The larger man topples, hits the canvas and Sexton goes for the cover.
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Kick-out!
Serra: A very quick cover there by Joey Sexton...
Klamor: He is the smaller man, Becky. Short bursts like that is a clever strategy to wear down your opponent. He knows that it’ll take more than that to pin his man, but every time you make the pin, it takes less out of you than the guy who has to kick out.
Both wrestlers get back up and when Corvus closes in, Sexton attempts another dropkick. Knowing what to expect this time, Corvus sidesteps it, leaving Joey to hit the mat. Sexton tries to get back up, but Corvus has him in his grasp before he can recover from the failed opportunity. Using Sexton’s upward momentum, Corvus grabs him by the waist and delivers a brutal gutwrench suplex! Sexton is left supine, arching his back, while Corvus is on his knees, staring at Sexton. Corvus rises and delivers a knee drop to his downed opponent’s gut, THEN ANOTHER!
Having enough of this, Joey rolls out of the ring for a break.
One!
Klamor: See, that’s the smart thing to do right there! Take a time-out, Joey, you’ve got nine more seconds!
Two!
Looking on without any emotion, Corvus approaches the side of the ring and motions for Sexton to return to face him.
Three!
Joey mock-charges at Corvus, gauging his reaction. The crowd is annoyed and rains boos down on the Sexcellence of Sexecution.
Four!
Corvus shows his displeasure as well by edging ever closer to the apron. He grabs hold of the tope rope and stares menacingly at Sexton.
Five!
This, however, was exactly the opening that Joey was looking for! He runs towards the ring and yanks down hard on Corvus’s hair with both his arms, smashing his face against the top rope! The force of the rope’s rebound flips Corvus on his back and Sexton returns to the ring.
Serra: Looks like Joey’s finally ready for round two.
Klamor: You’ve got to give him this – he has great ring awareness and he plays to the letter of the law.
Sexton ascends the corner ring post and braces himself. He leaps off the turnbuckle with his swinging arms locked in a diving double axe-handle! His lunge was spot-on, but at the very last second Corvus raises his legs and his feet hit Sexton in the gut!
The crowd lets out a collective groan as Sexton collapses on his knees, doubled over in pain. Buoyed by this, Corvus gets up and stands over the kneeling Joey Sexton. Corvus slowly pulls back his arm, then unleashes a flurry of fists to his opponent’s face! Sexton manages to block a few of the punches, but Corvus has the high ground. He laces his arms past Sexton’s and drags him to his feet into a double underhook...BACKBREAKER! Sexton gets flippen high in the air and his body jerks as his spine connects onto the knee of Corvus.
Serra: Would you listen to that crowd, Johnny!
The fans are on their feet. A chant starts to do the rounds.
COR! VUS! *Clap clap clap* COR! VUS!
Corvus acknowledges the crowd. With his face still a grim mask, he raises his fist to the beat of their voice. He then fixed his attention back to his opponent.
Serra: Sexton’s damn near split in half by now, get a load of that, John.
Sexton gets tugged off the floor by his arm. He gets yanked to his feet and Corvus rotates his torso, applying an arm wringer. Joey’s normally confidant (and strangely sexually charismatic) expression has turned into sheer agony, BUT WAIT! Sexton ducks onto his knees and rolls over... twice, effectively reversing the hold! In a flash he gets up and locks a hammerlock in on Corvus!
Klamor: Get a load of THAT, Becky! This guy Sexton has wrestled all over the world and his technical ingenuity is showing here!
Corvus winces at the pain in his arm and shoulder, while Sexton continues to work on the arm, driving it deeper and deeper into Corvus’s back and overextending the tendons and muscles. After a struggle, Corvus powers out of the hold and sends Sexton running toward the ropes with an Irish whip. Not wanting to relinquish any momentum, he charges after Joey and raises his arm for a clothesline, but Sexton has other plans – he springboards off the ropes and nails Corvus with a flying body splash! Another pin:
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Kick-out by Corvus!
Sexton is visibly annoyed and gives the referee a harsh talking-to, signalling a three-count. The ref waves him away, however, wanting none of it. Sexton stops trying to reason with the ref and drops an elbow onto the heaving chest of Corvus instead, followed by a kip-up. He does another elbow drop and hooks the leg:
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Shoulder up! Corvus manages to shove Sexton off his body and is now lying on his side.
Serra: Corvus won’t give up this match! Sexton has to be thinking what more he must do to put away his determined opponent!
Klamor: That Corvus is a tough son-of-a-gun, Becky, but he’s getting tuckered out. That doesn’t bode well for him, especially the way Sexton’s looking now.
Sexton slams his fists on the mat in frustration, but then he slicks back his greasy hair and tries to compose himself. He rolls Corvus on his stomach and pulls him to the middle of the ring. Corvus tries to claw away, but his movements appear groggy from his opponent’s bursts of attack. Sexton stands with his back to Corvus and sets up the downed man’s legs for a reverse STF. Spurred on by the tiring Corvus, Joey looks at the crowd and the zebra-striped trunks are displayed gloriously with each and every thrust! Mothers cover their children’s eyes and husbands do the same to their wives – no vision is spared this erotic display of WZCW’s sleaziest man! The crowd boos him like there’s no tomorrow, but Sexton doesn’t care. He arches his body, leans back and clamps in his submission manoeuvre, the DTF! Corvus is in a whole world of hurt as Sexton cranks back on his neck.
Serra: With nowhere to go, where does Corvus go from here?
Klamor: He taps out, Becky, that’s what! Did you see how Sexton dragged him away from the ropes? That’s some clever wrestling, that is.
Corvus’s fingers dig into the canvas. At a snail’s pace he pushes the two of them towards the side of the ring. Baring his teeth and even starting to lose a little bit of his face-paint due to sweat, Corvus determinedly inches closer to the ropes.
Klamor: I- I don’t know what to say!
Serra: How is he doing this?
Now only a foot away from the ropes, Corvus collapses face-first onto the mat. Groaning in pain and with Sexton not letting up, Corvus does not have the willpower to make it to the rope.
COR! VUS! *clap clap clap* COR! VUS!
Or does he? Lifting his torso from the canvas and digging deep into his reserve strength, Corvus pushes toward the rope. It may be only three fingers, but he has them on the bottom rope – enough for the official to force the break.
Klamor: Joey had that lock applied perfectly, I don’t believe this!
Serra: You better believe it, Johnny, but how much damage has already been done? Joey Sexton too quite a beating early on, but surely the tables are turned now!
After seeing his opponent pull himself up by the ring ropes, an infuriated Sexton charges at him. He hits quick jabs in succession, forcing Corvus into the corner. Once there, Corvus starts to fight back and lands a couple of expertly-paced blows of his own, backing off Sexton. With Sexton reeling back, Corvus can afford to rest his battered body up against the ring post. Waiting for Sexton to come to him, Corvus grabs onto the ropes for support. He is breathing heavily and still looking dazed. In the middle of the ring, Sexton is boiling over with frustration. He runs toward Corvus, extending his arm for a clothesline, BUT THERE’S NOBODY HOME! At the last second, Corvus dropped to his feet, leaving Sexton to smash into the turnbuckles with a full head of steam! He clutches his forehead and turns around, only to find the vengeful Corvus! Corvus tips Sexton over and drapes his arm over his shoulder before lifting him up for a suplex. One bounce off the top rope launches Sexton’s body back up into the air and Corvus smashes him down on the mat – slingshot suplex! Corvus hooks a leg and makes the cover:
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Kick-out by Sexton!
Klamor: Just when you thought Corvus had this wrapped up!
Serra: Sexton’s showing remarkable resilience of his own, tonight. I may not like him, but there’s no denying his skill.
Sexton rises and Corvus applies a waist-lock. Sexton lands a few hard elbows to his opponent’s temple, but Corvus grits his teeth and lifts Sexton and falls back for a German suplex. Without releasing, Corvus works Sexton back up for a dragon suplex! Still holding on, Corvus throws an already-limp Sexton for a bridging X-plex!
Klamor: Potential brain damage! That’s a deadly combo by Corvus!
Serra: This can’t end well for Joey Sexton...
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Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall, Corvus!
The victor struggles to his feet. The official raises Corvus’s hand triumphantly, while the crowd cheers him on. Corvus rests his hands on his knees, taking a couple of deep breaths before rolling out of the ring.
Serra: Look at that man! Tomorrow morning he’ll know he’s been in a gruelling match.
Klamor: He proved just how tough he is, Becky. I don’t understand all the fandom he gets around here, but you bet I won’t say it to his face!
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We cut backstage and we see a very rough looking crown. He has blood-shot eyes and a five-o-clock shadow on his chin that sprouts through his poorly caked-on white makeup. The clown, with his rainbow afro and red nose, reaches into his pocket for a flask. He takes it out and takes a swig. Then, he proceeds to put the flask up and pulls out a deflated green balloon. He slowly blows up the balloon and then ties it off. He holds it out for someone off-camera.
Clown: Here, it's a pickle.
???: HAHA! I LOVE IT!
The camera zooms back and we see that Krypto has set up small, and somewhat sad, "Final Four" party for himself. There is a hand-made banner hanging from the wall that says "Congratulations Krypto" and streamers hanging from the roof. Green balloons litter the floor as we see Missy in the background playing a Nintendo 3DS at a table. The clown, Krypto, and Missy are the only ones in the room. Krypto suddenly pulls out a kazoo and blows into it before giggling in joy.
Suddenly, the door flings open and Chuck Myles walks into the room.
Myles: What the hell are you doing in the janitor closet?
Krypto: Myles! You came! I knew you wouldn't miss my Final Four party!
Myles shakes his head in pity.
Myles: If this is a party, then where is everyone?
Krypto: Oh, don't worry. I sent out invitations in the mail earlier today so I'm sure everyone will be arriving shortly. Also, Saboteur told me himself that he would stop by at around 6:00.
Myles looks down at his watch and the time says 7:30.
Myles: Oh boy... Look, Krypto. I'm thrilled that you are in the Final Four. Because quite frankly when you succeed I succeed. You are a product of the Mentor Program that I set up. Anyways, I came to tell you that next week there is going to be a tag match that involves the final four members of Gold Rush Tournament.
Krypto: But Myles, there is only 3 of us decided so far?
Myles: Exactly, so that means either Ricky Runn or Mikey Stormrage, one of which you will face in the semi-finals, will be your partner next week. And since your success makes me look better, I've reserved you a seat on commentary for that match so that you can scout it out. You know, for the sake of your tag team match.
Myles winks at Krypto.
Krypto: Oh, gotcha! Wow, thanks Myles! Here have some cake!
Krypto reaches over to the table that Missy is at and grabs a giant cake that has "Final 4" as the topper. However, as Krypto brings it over to Myles he trips and the cake flies into the face of Myles and onto his high-dollar suit. Krypto is stunned as he stares at Myles with his mouth ajar. The clown walks up to Myles and holds out his flask. Myles stares at the clown, and then at the flask. Finally, he takes the flask and chugs it down. The camera fades to black.
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We transition scenes and we see WZCW Interviewer, Leon Kensworth, standing by with a microphone. The camera slowly zooms out and it reveals that he is standing next to WZCW's hottest new tag team, Los Magnificos Dragones. Kensworth raises the microphone to his lips.
Kensworth: El Califa Dragon and Amber Warren, you two are making headlines all over WZCW as you form an unexpected, yet very refreshing, team out of the wake of Kingdom Come V. Tonight you will take on a new-comer in Bobby Adams, but a chiseled veteran in Sandy Desserts. What are your thoughts going into that match as you try to build a repertoire for your tag team.
El Califa: Thank you for taking time with us Leon. First let El Califa Dragon say that Amber and El Califa Dragon make a magnificent tag team. Our energy alone is great, but combined we are something very special. She has been taking direction from El Califa Dragon and she is a fast learner of the luchador styles and techniques. At this rate, El Califa Dragon can only see great things in our future.
Amber smiles as she takes a turn on the microphone.
Amber: Tonight we face two opponents that we respect. Win or lose, we honor the decision at the end of the night. However, we know if we give it our all, we can produce nothing but victory.
El Califa interjects.
El Califa: Speaking of honor. What we saw earlier in the night was distasteful. Amber and El Califa Dragon came into the building late, but if we had not we would not of idly stood by and watched what happened to Thrash earlier in the night. El Califa Dragon is not always the biggest man of stature, so El Califa Dragon knows when he sees a bully. And Kensworth; Mason Westhoff and David Whitman are bullies. For now that is all, we must prepare for our match. Thank you Leon.
Leon smiles as El Califa and Amber exit off-camera. The scene fades to black.
