We return from the commercial to see Sandy walking down the infamous corridor to the gorilla position, psyching herself up for her upcoming match. However, her path to the arena isn't a clear one as she is stopped by Celeste Crimson who has a serious look on her face.
Deserts: What do you want, Celeste?
Crimson looks her up and down before answering.
Celeste: I'm here to give you one last chance, Sandy. You walk out there tonight and compete for the Mayhem championship, you will only prove to me that you don't want to be my friend.
Sandy looks at Celeste dead in the eyes.
Deserts: If that's what you think I'm doing, then so be it.
She brushes past Celeste, bumping her slightly as she walks past. Celeste watches her as she continues, shaking her head slowly.
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We transition to Ascension live with a shot of the capacity crowd who begin to cheer as they realise the show has come back on the air. We then fade to Selena Anderson in the centre of the ring. She puts the mic to her mouth and speaks into it:
Anderson: This next contest, set for one-fall, is for the MAYHEM CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd roars, a reaction which sustains upon the theme that follows:
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Anderson: Introducing first the challenger, from the Night’s Watch, weighing 140 pounds; SANDY DESERTS!
The challenger for this evening emerges. She does her 360 degree spin/gold mist combination before making her way down the ramp, her excitement apparent. She slaps some fans hands en-route. She has a wide grin, but anticipation is apparent from her expressions.
Connor: Tonight, Sandy Deserts has a chance to earn a spot in history by becoming not only the latest Mayhem Champion, but also by becoming the first woman in history to take a championship in WZCW.
Cohen: No bias on your part then, eh CC?
Sandy climbs into the ring and poses very briefly before signalling for her opponent to make his way out here. It is not long before her wish is granted:
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Anderson: And her opponent; from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 175 pounds, he is the Mayhem Champion; VEGA!
Emerging, Vega smiles in complete contrast to his reactions last time he defended the gold under unknown circumstances. He knows what awaits him here and with the Mayhem Championship alongside him, he saunters out very casually.
Connor: There is a possibility that Vega will take this match too lightly and Sandy may punish him.
Cohen: Maybe, but Vega has shown himself to be a star talent and it won’t be long now before he’s afforded the opportunities higher up the pecking order that he should have awhile back.
Vega now reaches the bottom of the ramp, his stupid grin still plastered on his face. He enters the ring before rushing over to the turnbuckle to pose. He poses in the corner. Vega descends from the turnbuckle and the brawl is immediately on! Sandy throws rights and lefts, determined to unleash her frustrations on the separation from Celeste Crimson and capture her first gold in WZCW. Vega is staggered having not fully completed his entrance. He drops the Mayhem belt in the ring and takes various fists to the face. Vega throws a kick at Sandy, but she swings under it and unleashes a backhand chop for good measure. The champion falls to the mat and rolls under the ring in a bid to create separation. The crowd boos this action or inaction if you will. The crowd yells at Vega, but the Mayhem Champion retorts, his attention diverted away. He turns around to see a falling Sandy coming down on top of him with a springboard seated senton. He has no time to react and cannot brace himself so he takes the full 143 pound force. Sandy bounces out still bright and excited. She smiles and pumps her fist drawing a strong reaction from the crowd.
Connor: Sandy Deserts’ quest to become the first female to win some gold in this company is off to a good start wouldn’t you say Jack?
Cohen: Maybe, but let’s see how she does when she isn’t jumping poor Vega from behind.
Climbing to his feet, Vega uses anything and everything to bring his staggered soul to his feet. Eventually up on two feet with the help of the announce table, Vega turns to see Sandy thrust her hand into his throat. He grabs his injured gullet out of instinct, leaving his midsection exposed as Sandy hits a nasty knee strike. Vega is doubled over in pain before Sandy sets up for a Rahnei. She hits a cover: 1...2...KICK-OUT! Vega won’t go down so easy, but Sandy has dominated so far and she isn’t looking to let up. She goes to lift the struggling Vega up, but the crafty champion grabs Sandy’s waist and tosses her into the steel ring post face first! Her face bounces off the metal and she goes flying. Vega is just glad for the breather as the fans unleash their hatred onto him. The referee rushes to check on Sandy. He checks to see if she is okay and a slight glimpse of red can be seen, indicating blood. The referee appears concerned, but Vega is not. He, having recovered from the initial assault, shoves the match official away to attack his fallen foe.
Hoisting her up, Vega holds her by the face, noting the blood. He smiles and hooks her in, hoping to deliver his finisher; the Killswitch! He kisses Sandy on the cheek to add insult to her injuries and spins around, but he has counted Sandy out perhaps a tad too soon. She spins out from the move and Vega turns right around into and instinctual legsweep. Sandy follows up with a fist drop and falls into a cover. 1...2...KICK-OUT! Sandy rolls off, a hairline wound revealing a little bit of blood trickling out of her head. She wipes it, unconcerned and decides to go looking underneath the ring for weapons. She pulls out a kendo stick but appears un-amused. She shakes her head and casts it aside. She digs deeper into the recesses of the ring and finds a box of tools. She seems intrigued and looks inside for a weapon, all the while her adversary begins to rise. Her curiosity though takes too long and Vega runs at her, delivering a knee strike to the back of her head all the while using his cat like skills to land safely on the ring apron. Sandy is no her knees, the toolbox in front of her and Vega, on the apron smashes a kick into her skull. She crashes back first on the outside protective matting.
Cohen: Vega has taken control just as I thought he would. Sandy had no chance in a direct fight.
Connor: Is he dipping into that toolbox?
Indeed Vega is and the champion pulls out what appears to be a hammer. A thought crosses his mind and a half-smile breaks onto his face. He drops from the apron to the mat and tosses the hammer up in the air, catching it as it comes back down. He then tosses it aside, deciding that perhaps isn’t the best choice of weapon. In fact, he disregards the toolbox entirely, sliding it casually away with his left leg. The champion instead picks his challenger up and spins her around elegantly, holding her hand and sort of dancing with her. Eventually, while still holding Sandy’s hand, Vega leaps to the barricade keeping the fans and athletes separate. He runs along it, dragging the partially groggy Sandy along for the ride. Then Vega leaps at his opponent and whips off a hurricanrana! Climbing to his feet, Vega takes a bow, this display of arrogance infuriating the fans who respond very negatively. Vega drops into a lacklustre cover: 1...2...KICK-OUT! Unsurprised, Vega feigns disappointment. Again he smiles, knowing that he has the chance to play with his foe further. He brings her to a standing position and whips Sandy into the timekeepers table, sending her over into the area where Selena Anderson sits. Flipped right over, practically in Selena’s lap, Sandy is in trouble.
Sensing domination, the champion grabs Sandy’s arm and drags her weak body out of the crash-sight. Again he falls down onto a very light cover. 1...2...KICK-OUT! Vega strokes his beard and throws his hands in the air, mocking Sandy. The booing again intensifies. Then he decides enough is enough. He signals for the crowd to simmer down and climbs to his feet. Looking around for an instrument of destruction, Vega notes a chair that has come free as a result of Selena and Sandy’s earlier ‘meeting’. He twirls the chair around before measuring it up to where Sandy’s skull is placed on the mat. He makes sure that he has the inch perfect strike and he picks the chair up before bringing it down with a sick thud! However, Sandy has managed to roll out of the way just in the nick of time. Only Vega’s hands feel the punishment and the violent vibrations force him to drop the chair. He tries to shake the pain from his hands and turns away for a split second, allowing Sandy to get to her knees. As Vega turns, Sandy catches the Mayhem Champion with a sickening uppercut to the groin; a low blow! The crowd ignites into joyous cheers. Vega collapses backwards, falling in close-to-slow motion. Sandy crawls over him into a cover: 1...2...KICK-OUT!
Connor: So close! I thought Sandy had that in the bag.
Sandy looks frustrated, perhaps hoping for an outright victory there. She doesn’t linger on this disappointment for long though and drags herself up. With one hand she checks for blood on her forehead and holds her back with the other. Vega still holds his crotch in agony. The challenger takes notice of the chair Vega was going to cave her skull in with. She slowly leans down to grab it. She pick it up and analyses it for a moment before breaking into a slightly twisted smile of her own. Sandy brings the chair up and goes to town on Vega with it. She unleashes several swift chair shots, each more powerful than the last. Ultimately Sandy hits Vega five times before throwing the chair aside. She drops into a cover: 1...2...KICK-OUT! Digging deep, Vega still manages to kick out.
Cohen: What resilience! What heart! Vega is a true champion. What a man!
With Jack Cohen’s compliments still ringing in our ears, Sandy can’t quite believe it. She stares dead at the referee who shows her two fingers, indicating a two count. With her frustrations manifesting outwards, Sandy hits her hand off the floor. She though is defiant and rises up, bringing Vega with her. A plan formed quickly in her head, Sandy throws Vega into the ring. She grabs the chair, now slightly bent, and tosses it into the ring. Sandy follows the weapon and her adversary into the squared circle. Vega roles as far away from the action as he needs to, staying on the opposite side of the ring, trying to bide himself time. Meanwhile, Sandy picks up the chair as the referee re-enters the ring. Anger beginning to form, Sandy holds the chair tightly and smacks it off the mat, indicating for Vega to rise. Surprisingly, the champion obliges relatively quickly, appearing staggered and groggy. Sandy charges at him, hoping to batter him, but Vega has been recovering and he throws his weight behind a massive straight kick which buckles the chair right into Sandy’s face! The crowd groans as Sandy collapses and Vega hops around, his foot in pain. He drops into a cover, careful as to not hurt his foot further; 1...2...3!
Anderson: Here is your winner and STILL MAYHEM CHAMPION; VEGA!
Cohen: The brains outsmart the so called beauty. I’d think brute was actually more appropriate.
Connor: Sandy gave a great performance out there, but ultimately she let her frustrations get the better of her.
The referee awards Vega his championship, handing it to him as he lies on the mat. He is clearly in a little bit of discomfort and he rolls very carefully out of the ring. He tries to keep as much weight as possible off of his wounded foot and he hobbles away, raising his championship high into the air in defiance. Sandy is dazed, confused and potentially concussed and she looks to the ceiling, her eyes open, but the lights probably blinding her. She turns to look at the ring ramp and sees Vega leaving, but through blurry eyes notices a new presence at the top of the ring ramp; Celeste Crimson. Sandy at this point uses the bottom rope to bring herself up somewhat. She looks through the ropes at her supposed tag partner. Celeste’s presence is motivation enough for Sandy to try and bring herself up to her feet. Vega finally limps out of the arena, bypassing Celeste who is deadpan, her focus on Sandy at all times. Sand y leans on the ropes and looks straight at Celeste who replies with words:
Celeste: Are you happy now?
Sandy appears confused but there is no time to question Celeste as the submission specialist turns and leaves.
Connor: What is going on with Celeste Crimson?
Cohen: I’m not sure, but I’m liking it thus far.
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Bateman: ...yeah I think that location will be good. We can pack at least two thousand extra people into that venue and with some of the plans I have in mind for...
Bateman drops his cellphone as John Constantine comes barging into his office. He is still in his ring gear after his match earlier in the night. He throws his hands down violently on the table.
Constantine: I'm coming to you because I know Big Dave will give me some BS excuse. I should be a champion right now! You saw me pin Smith in the middle of the ring. The Elite X title should be mine!
Bateman: Calm down John. I saw you, it was a very impressive victory. I give you my word that you will get your shot in due time.
Bateman's answer isn't good enough for the former King for a Day. He expresses his anger by raking his hands across the desk, knocking things to the floor.
Constantine: I want it next week. Sam Smith, John Constantine, one on one for the Elite X title, and I won't take no for an answer!
Bateman: I'm sorry John, Smith is already booked in a match that I cannot change. Besides, Rush will be defending his title against Triple X and Mason Westhoff. Do you want to play second fiddle to that?
Constantine doesn't speak, but the look on his face tells how angry he is. Bateman picks up a binder that had been knocked to the floor and flips through a few pages.
I can do this for you though: the Ascension prior to the Lethal Lottery, you will go against Sam Smith in the main event and it will be for the Elite X championship. That should bring in some serious ratings, don't you think?
Constantine relaxes and begins to smile. He extends his arms and shakes hands with his boss.
Constantine: I knew I could count on you Vance.
Connor: A huge announcement. This match just made official, Constantine will get another shot at Sam Smith, this time with the Elite X title on the line.
Cohen: I can't wait. Two of the best in the game today. Can Sam Smith recover and regroup in time to keep his title, or will the hard charging Constantine finally capture gold? It is gonna be a good one.
Connor: One question though - who is Smith facing next week?
