Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening and is for the WZCW Mayhem Championship!
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Anderson: Introducing first from St Louis, Missouri, weighing 265 pounds, Constantine!
After a moment or two of the music playing to the arena, Constantine finally makes his first appearance on the stage. Constantine slowly paces from side to side on the stage before stopping on the middle of stage. He dips his chin to his chest as the chorus kicks in. The lights dim in the arena save for one spotlight that shines down on The Power Trip. As the music continues, Constantine throws both of his arms up into the air as the light begin circling in the arena and the lights come back up. He makes his way down to the ring without slapping any hands or even focussing on the fans at ring side.
Cohen: What a brilliant decision by Mr. Banks to make this for the newly reinstated Mayhem Championship. Fans all over the world have been begging for the title to return for years and finally they get their wish. Not only that but they’re either going to have Constantine or Mark Keaton as their new champion. What a way to kick start the division again. Two of the best in the company and great choices for a champion.
Connor: I think this alliance between Vis Imperium and Mr. Banks is downright sickening. Where is the professional integrity? Mr. Banks has found himself two wolves to do his bidding and they’ll just go after whoever he tells them to. This title should be contested amongst everyone. A tournament for the gold, not some farce match between his handpicked goons.
Cohen: Ah, stop your complaining. This is a wonderful day and we are blessed to see these two wrestle. Nobody else comes close to deserving the opportunity more than either of these two. Mr. Banks made the right decision and I’m sure these two men are going to give us one hell of a show.
He enters the ring via the steps and mounts the turnbuckles. He throws both of his hands up once more as the music stops. His eyes dart towards the Mayhem Championship sitting at ringside. One of only two titles Constantine has never held.
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Anderson: And his opponent now residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing 225 pounds, Remarkable Mark Keaton!
Loud boos echo over the arena as Mark Keaton struts onto the stage. His hair is wet, the golden locks falling across his forehead, and Keaton begins to walk down to the ring with an electric guitar strapped across his back. He laughs at one of the people in the front row, calling them fat, before handing a young lady a business card with his phone number and hotel room on it.
Cohen: This man is favoured to win WZCW Rookie of the Year tomorrow night on Aftershock. I can say that he is the only option. A true champion and somehow who has shown the ability to cut throats when needed. He was being held back by Justin Cooper. He’d never have got this shot playing second fiddle to that ‘hero’ or whatever the hell he calls himself.
Connor: I can’t say I agree with that, partner. Mark Keaton has been impressive but he wasn’t being held back by Cooper. Keaton since leaving has been more violent than ever. He was in a good place and was a fair competitor but since joining Vis Imperium he has showed that he doesn’t care how, all he wants to do is win at any cost.
Cohen: He is a fighter. A true warrior and you saw how valuable he was at Kingdom Come. He determined the outcome of at least two matches. Keaton is a power player here in WZCW and I can see him going into managing once his wrestling career in the ring is completed.
Keaton takes off his guitar and leans it against the steel steps on the outside of the ring. Slowly, Keaton slides into the ring and locks eyes with Constantine. Tag partners, members of Vis Imperium but tonight they fight for gold. They shake hands in the middle of the ring, the bell sounds and all hell breaks loose. Mayhem has returned.
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Keaton thrusts his hand into his pocket and pulls out brass knuckles. He grins, nodding his head and his eyes are wide, perhaps even mad. He dares Constantine to charge him as they circle the ring. Keaton swings a wild right hand with the brass around his fingers but misses. Another punch is thrown and this time Constantine gets clipped in the shoulder. Keaton rushes forward and begins hammering away at Constantine with the brass knuckles. Mostly hitting his shoulders and arms as Constantine covers up and gets into the ropes. No breaks however under Mayhem Rules and Keaton continues to strike, now getting the head of Constantine. Sensing that he is in big trouble right now, Constantine sucks in a breath and tackles Keaton to the floor. They roll around the ring and Constantine pulls the brass knuckles off, throwing them to the outside of the ring before headbutting Keaton! He gets the mount position and follows up with elbows as his own body is showing bruising from the earlier attack. In between forearm shots Keaton manages to push Constantine away and he rolls to the outside of the ring, looking for those brass knuckles. Not wanting a repeat of the opening moments Constantine quickly follows and grabs Keaton by the head. He pulls the golden hair competitor over to the steel steps and slams his head into it, knocking him down.
Constantine leans against the apron of the ring and takes a moment to gather himself. At his feet, Keaton is crawling, Constantine steps to the side and drops a knee across the back of his head. To his right, the brass knuckles sit and Constantine steps over to them and picks them up. The crowd want him to use them but The Power Trip throws them under the ring. He smirks, flicks the curtain up and pulls out a steel chair!
Cohen: Here we go. This match is about to take a real step into the mayhem division of old.
Connor: I think Keaton is stirring over on the other side of the ring. Constantine has removed the brass knuckles, lost forever under the ring, but Keaton is sure to have a few other tricks.
The sound of steel smacking the ring apron rings in the ears of the nearby fans as Constantine tests out his newly found weapon. He makes his way around the ring, chair in hand and approaches where he last saw Keaton. Mark is not there. Constantine looks around and at the last second notices the figure diving over the top rope from inside the ring, holding a steel trash can! Both men go down in a heap as Keaton flies over the top rope and the trash can bend around the head of Constantine. The crowd cheers for the chaos and Keaton is the first man to his feet. He grabs Constantine by the tights and throws him into the ring where he makes the first cover of this match. 1… 2… Kick Out!
Sitting on his back side, Keaton surveys the scene and plans his next move. He scurries to the outside of the ring and throws both the trash can and steel chair over the ropes before sliding in himself. Across the ring, Constantine has gotten to a vertical base and gets raked in the eyes by Keaton when they collide. He stumbles, waving his arms around to protect himself but Keaton ducks, grabs hold and connects with a delayed piledriver onto the steel chair. He makes a cover. 1… 2… Kick Out!
Connor: I thought that might be it. A huge piledriver by Mark Keaton onto the steel chair.
Cohen: Constantine is one of the greatest of all time. It’ll take a lot to stop him from claiming one of two titles he has never held.
The unrestricted nature of the match is flowing through Mark Keaton as he plans his next assault. He grabs Constantine by the head and punches him, then sends him into the ropes but on the rebound Constantine hits a lariat. Constantine is the first man to his feet, he picks up the chair and slams it into the back of Keaton. Another shot, followed by a third and a fourth which strikes the head. Keaton goes down and Constantine hooks the leg. 1… 2… Kick Out! The chair is still in his hand as Constantine stands before driving it down into the throat of Mark Keaton. Legs kicking as Keaton struggles and Constantine only releases it to pick Keaton up and connect with vertical suplex across the steel trash can! With an arm across his chest, Constantine makes the cover on Keaton. 1… 2… Kick Out! The wheels are turning for Constantine after that kick out. Rolling to the outside, Constantine gingerly makes his way over to the announce desk. He yells for them to move out of the way and rips the cover off. A large monitor sits inside and he yanks it free, bringing with it a few cables.
Back into the ring, Keaton’s world is spinning. A lot of pain running through his body and some more has just arrived as Constantine charges forward! Crack. The monitor is smashed into Keaton’s skull and it is pouring blood. A crimson mask, his golden hair red and Constantine’s hands are even a little bloody. With a loud roar, Constantine lifts the monitor up above his head and smashes it down across the back of Keaton’s huddle body from the first shot. He then follows up by wrapping the wires around Keaton’s neck!
Cohen: Oh my! Constantine is choking the life out of Mark Keaton. That shot with the television monitor has him oozing blood. They might have to stop this.
Connor: For Keaton’s own good he should tap at this point.
The official is right there as Keaton crawls to the ropes but it’s no use. It will not cause a rope break in this contest. Blood is pouring out of his forehead and it covers the hands of Constantine as he chokes Keaton with the wires. As Constantine pulls with all his might however, the blood is causing the wires to slip from under the chin. Keaton slips free and before Constantine can reapply the choke, Keaton elbows him away. They are only a few inches away from each other, Keaton’s face is red all over and he executes a dropkick. It takes everything he has and knocks down Constantine. Even then, Constantine is back to his feet first and he goes back over to the monitor. He goes for another strike but Keaton hits a low blow! The monitor is dropped, the cords are ripped out by Keaton and he begins whipping Constantine. Repeatedly striking his back, leaving huge marks, before Keaton scrambles over and grabs the steel chair. He takes aim and swings, falling over in the process, and cracks Constantine right between the eyes.
Both men are down and Keaton begins to stir. He must use the ropes to stand at this point from all the blood loss. He stumbles to his feet, sees Constantine and spits some blood at him before exiting the ring. He very well may have fallen through the ropes but lands on his feet, much like a cat would. Keaton turns to the crowd and spots someone holding some popcorn. He rips it free and stares into the buttered treat. Slowly he begins to turn towards the ring.
Cohen: What do you think he has planned, CC?
Connor: A trip to the hospital most likely but right now? I have no idea.
On wobbly legs Keaton enters the ring. He stares over at Constantine, through his thick coat of blood. Constantine is pushing himself off the canvas but cannot see what Keaton is doing right now. The crowd are on the edge of their seat as Keaton holds up the popcorn. Then, he tips it upside down and the popcorn is scattered over the ring. He points to the mess and then at Constantine. The crowd cheers, Keaton is a mad man! A kick to the stomach is his way of greeting Constantine and Keaton forces him over to the mess. A right jab connects and Constantine wobbles. Another connects and Constantine wobbles a little more. A combination follows and Keaton is using everything he has got to try and knock Constantine into the popcorn but The Power Trip will not fall.
In his crimson mask, Keaton screams, runs off the ropes and goes for the VHS Lariat to finally knock Constantine over only to be countered by a back drop! Keaton flies up into the air and crashes down onto the popcorn! He lets out a wild scream, pops back up to his feet and is shaking. Bits of popcorn stuck to his body.
Cohen: No! That man has a family and dog!
As Keaton turns around he is met with trash can shot to the head which knocks him to his knees. The blood still flowing as he looks up and can barely see Constantine standing before him. A second later, he feels his own electric guitar smash across the back of his head. It breaks into pieces, Constantine throws it to the side and Keaton is finished. Constantine falls into the cover. 1… 2… 3!
Connor: Thank goodness that is over now someone get Keaton to a damn hospital.
Cohen: A war between friends here tonight and Constantine has come out the winner. What a respectable champion we have for the Mayhem Championship.
Anderson: Here is your winner and the NEW WZCW Mayhem Champion – Constantine!
Connor: And just like that, the Mayhem Championship returns to life here tonight.
Cohen: I thought that title was dead and buried. But I suppose that with such a lasting legacy, it was only a matter of time before it resurrected, taking the place of the Tag Team Championships. What a world.
The referee presents the new belt to it's new owner, raising it high in the air in celebration. Constantine drops to his knees, clutching it in joy as Mark Keaton has a hard time getting up, defeated. Confetti begins to shower over the ring, in celebration of the moment. Constantine soaks in the hallation. He sees Keaton getting up and stumbles over to him. Trying to embrace him, but Keaton pushes him aside. Constantine extends his hand, Keaton thinks about it and shoves it aside. But hugs Constantine instead, hopping on him.
Connor: Seems things are OK in Vis Imperium despite the loss for Keaton.
Cohen: That's pretty shocking. Keaton's not known for his rationality. I would've exp-Wait, what the--?!
Suddenly, footsteps are heard from the commentary booth and we cut there, and spot TYRONE BLADES! Pipe in hand, he stops in front of the ring as a shocked Constantine and Keaton lock eyes with the furious armed man. After seconds of the situation setting in, Tyrone dash in but Keaton and Constantine bail, running as if they've just seen a ghost. Tyrone stares daggers towards Vis Imperium as they stand at the top of the ramp, hanging on to each other as well as hugging the newly commissioned Championship in fear while Tyrone looks on furious from the confetti showered ring.
Connor: At Kingdom Come, these men attacked Tyrone Blades as he was calling out our president Kenneth Banks. It's clear Tyrone is looking for revenge and will more than likely want to know why they chose to attack him that night.
Cohen: I see rage in those eyes, Connor. Not like the days of Ty Burna. Not a sinister anger. But just blood curling rage at two individuals. He wants to hurt them.
We get one last look at Tyrone in the ring as we fade to black.
