Harrys: This bout is scheduled for one fall, and is our Main Event of the evening!!!
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Mark Keaton makes his way out to the ramp with a big grin on his face. He is going solo tonight, sans Big Roadie. Mark headbangs as he heads to the ring. He slides in and plays air guitar for the crowd before taking off his leather jacket and handing it to an official. He mouths "Roadie had a match. He works hard enough, guys."
Harrys: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is The Remarkable Mark Keaton!!!
Cohen: This guy has charisma in spaaades. But going up against an angry ex-World Champ is just bad for your health, you know?
Connor: He has the talent to back up that charisma. It's a tall order but this rocker may give the alt rocker a little music lesson.
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The arena goes dim, and a single spotlight shines at the top of the entrance ramp. Eve Taylor steps in it, with her head placid, gazing down. She slowly lifts her head and looks around the entire arena, quietly staring blankly towards the ring. She does her model strut towards the ring but in a careless, subconscious manner.
Harrys: and his opponent, making her way down the runway, now residing in Berlin, Germany, "The Alternative" Eve Taylor!!!
As she hits the end of the ramp, she leaps onto the apron. She heads over to the closest turnbuckle. She ascends it and once again the arena goes dim, with a bright light over Eve Taylor. Eve is seen standing atop the turnbuckles with her eyes closed and taking a deep breath. After a second, she opens her eyes before climbing down from the turnbuckle and preparing herself for the match, taking off her entrance attire and leaning back against the ropes.
Connor: We've witnessed a brand new side of Eve Taylor lately. Definitely a colder, more subdued side.
Cohen: She's hungry, Cat. She was left out of the Number One Contender's Match and she ain't happy about it. A lioness that has had their first taste of Man doesn't go back to hunting the antelope. Eve Taylor has tapped into a primal hunger and we're witnessing it live here in the Spectrum Center at Charlotte.
DING DING DING!!!
As soon as referee Katie Shepard calls for the bell, Eve sweeps the legs out from under Mark and applies the
Alternative Solution! The audience roars in surprise. Keaton squirms spastically with his arms lapped over his face. The fashion model doesn't relent, arching her head backwards to give more pressure to the hold. The rockstar has trouble breathing in the submission, flailing wildly and inches closer and closer to the bottom rope. Eve drags her feet and tries to slide away from rope break. Shepard watches on like a hawk. The Remarkable One closes his eyes and cranes forward, still rocking left and right. Finally a breath's away from the ropes, Eve releases her hold by her own volition and kicks Keaton while he's down.
Cohen: I'm pleasantly surprised at the ruthless aggression Eve has shown lately. She's staking her claim at a World title rematch for sure.
Connor: She definitely is, though I am worried this newfound fury will leave her unfocused against a wildcard like Mark Keaton.
Katie Shepard backs Taylor away from Mark as he gets back up. He favors his arms, but nods and beckons for a lock-up. Eve goes for the grapple, but slaps Mark's hands away and plows her body into her opponent. The unorthodox assault trips Keaton into a corner turnbuckle. She continues to shove herself into Mark, enough to warrant a five count, and Eve raises her hands as if she was done. She gives Mark an open slap to the face in insult, audibly yelling "You are beneath me!". Angered, Mark forces Eve into a tie and collar lock-up, moving away from the corner. Keaton wrestles Taylor to where her back is turned to him, initiating a wristlock. Eve steps on Mark's boot and rams him into the opposite corner turnbuckle. Katie reprimands her and then warns her again as Eve pulls Mark's hair against the top turnbuckle. Eve Taylor applies a foot choke before getting a loud "4!"
Eve moves away from her opponent to berate the crowd. They respond:
"Tyyyroooone!!!" "Tyyyroooone!!!" "Tyyyroooone!!!"
Remarkable Mark Keaton dives for Eve's leg...and succeeds! Chop block leaves her crawling away, but Mark instinctively grabs an ankle and starts kicking. Before he could make a habit of it to the referee, he slowly transitions his grip into a Single Leg Boston Crab.
Eve hugs the ropes for the sudden break. Mark backs away, flashing a grin. As she got to her feet, he waited until she turns to face him, and she eats a standing dropkick. Eve Taylor tumbles through the ropes to the outside. Not satisfied, Keaton ran the ropes...and Suicide Dives between the middle and top ropes. He lands on top of Eve as they both crumble into a mess.
Connor: Wait...did Keaton take a leaf out of Taylor's book with that move?
Cohen: I think so. Oh he's gonna get it!
They aren't quick to get up as Katie begins the ten count. Both wrestlers are on all fours trying to catch their breath. Disgusted with the dive, Eve is first to lash out, open-handed palm strike to the cheek. "2!". Cameras capture a shade of bruising. Mark retaliates and strikes her back. Eve with a right. Mark with a right. "3!". They go blow-to-blow until Keaton takes control, lifting Eve to her feet before sending her into the barrier. The WZCW Universe erupted for the Remarkable One. "4!". Mark proudly takes his time sliding back into the ring before sliding right back out.
He positions himself in front of Eve, blocking Katie's view of the low-blow Eve gives Mark. He howls in pain. Eve grits her teeth and grabs more of Mark's short blonde hair - into an inverted backbreaker. "1!". Eve locks another
Alternative Solution, practically out of sheer spite. "2!". Keaton is yelling at the top of his lungs in agony, his elbows muffling his cries. "3!". He is begging for her to let go, that he submits, but with them on the outside the pleas were unanswered. She cackled like a hyena at the downpour of boos she was receiving.
Cohen: I mean I do feel for the guy. This is hard to watch, but I did tell you he was gonna meet Eve's wrath.
Connor: This is unprofessional! Somebody stop this brutality!
"6!". She shows no real signs of stopping. Mark is close to passing out... "7!" Eve is shouting at the closest camera.
Taylor:
Do you see this!? Do you see what I'm capable of yet??
"8!". Eve releases her hold, happily staring at the prone rockstar. She picks herself up, and lifts Mark Keaton by the wrists. "9!" The Alternative rolls the lifeless body into the ring, and steps inside gingerly, ending the count. Eve smiles at the fans, leisurely placing her heel close to the back of Mark's head, and then moves her foot away. She toys with him some more before standing still, silently watching him clutch at her black boots. He tries to pull himself up, his eyes shot red, arms shaking. She allows the man to use her as a ladder, he pulls himself up ever so slightly with each grip. Eve peers on curiously, and then sneers. She brings down a swipe of her hand...but it is blocked! Mark jabs her in the jaw. She is taken aback. Mark lands another jab, and then another, then he is back on his feet and the crowd is a tsunami of cheers. She throws another punch, and it too is dodged. Mark Keaton executes a Side Suplex.
Eve fights to get back up, and Mark raises her body up again, into Snake Eyes. Her face smacks a post before Mark allows her to turn back to him. He kicks her midsection and wrenches her neck. Rows of families get to their feet, knowing the settup for
The Voltron Suplex! He extends a fist into the air, acknowledging his fans. Eve takes advantage of the sleight by reversing the move into a Northern Lights Suplex. She bridges it for the pin, but it is only good for two.
Connor: What fighting spirit.
Cohen: This time, even I'm not sure which one you're referring to. Great display of raw physicality tonight.
Eve delivers a stiff kick, follows with an elbow smash to the bruising cheek, and another lands, but then Eve backs up for a Discus Elbow and misses...Mark Keaton runs the ropes...and he nails her with a Designer Clothesline! Another move steal by Mark makes the front row laugh. He goes for the pin.
"1...2..."
"...3" doesn't quite get there as Eve lobs her shoulder up. Mark appears devastated. He is back up but so is she, and her face is contorted into a hellish gorgon rage. He stares back in paralyzed fear. She pulls him by the hair a third time, colliding with a headbutt. She doesn't let go, striking with Eight-by-Ten repeatedly until the referee demanded her to stop. Both their foreheads show a hint of red in the fiasco.
Mark lumbers woozily, trying to find his feet. Eve grabs his wrist, and drops to the mat -
Fashion Statement with a boot to Mark's chin. Keaton collapses and Eve rolls him up for the pin. Katie gets to her knees and slams her palm into the mat. She does this three times and signals for the bell.
Harrys: Here is your winner...
His voice trails off as Eve continues hammering Mark's face in. Katie Shepard attempts to pull her off of Keaton but Eve does not budge.
Connor: Eve, clearly not happy with being left out of the main event contendership match on Meltdown, is taking her frustrations on her beaten opponent.
Cohen: It looks like Eve may have something to say.
With one foot on the throat of Keaton, the former World Champ demands a mic. She takes her foot off to walk to the ropes and grab the mic, only to kick Keaton before she starts speaking.
Taylor: For years I have come out here and busted my ass and put my life on the line in front of you all. You have seen sides of me few have and few will see again. I have given my blood, sweat, and tears in this ring and when I finally reach the top of the mountain I had been climbing so many times, you choose to accept Tyrone over me. You would rather sit and cheer idiots like Live Mas or a loser like Kagura or a freak like Flex instead of demanding I get my rightful rematch. I guess that leaves me no choice but to take drastic action to get what I deserve.
Eve kneels next to Keaton and spikes the microphone into his head a few times, the feedback causing the audience to cover their ears.
Taylor: This blood, it is on your hands!
She points to the crowd before she wipes the blood from Keaton's face and smears it on the mat.
Taylor: This blood is on the hands of each and every decision maker in the back.
Eve wipes the blood on her chest before she takes the mic and begins her assault again.
???: Enough! Enough!
Ascension GM Chuck Myles runs out from the back in a panic, with a contract in his hand.
Myles: I have here with me, the contract, fresh out of the printer, that gives you your World Title rematch. You will be added to the match between Tyrone and Flex. All you have to do is sign. Once you sign though, if you continue this assault, or attack any other superstar on the roster outside of an official WZCW sanctioned match, you will forfeit the title shot and be suspended indefinitely, without pay.
Chuck holds up the contract as we makes his way to the ring and climbs inside. He flips to the spot for Eve's signature.
Taylor: I knew you would see things my way Chuckie.
Eve smiles and runs a finger through the blood on her chest and signs the contract. She then takes the same finger and boops Chuck's nose and smiles. She then drops the mic onto the face of Keaton.
Taylor: Oops.
The final shot of the night as the copyright info flashes on screen is Eve strutting up the ramp, before the camera catches one final glimpse of a disgusted Myles.