Ascension 74

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The crowd roars, as the camera pans around to the excited fans as Ascension is LIVE!

Connor: Welcome to another edition of Ascension everybody! I'm Cat Connor, and with me as always is - !!!

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The crowd boos loudly and Cat is cut off as she's interrupted Showtime! The music hits and walking slowly onto the stage is indeed “Showtime” David Cougar. He is alone tonight, dressed in a dark coloured suit. Showtime adjusts his collar as he scans around at the sea of people booing him and slowly makes his down to the ring.

Cohen: Listen to the volume of the crowd here in attendance. They have all turned their backs on a real legend in WZCW, a true professional.

Connor: More like Showtime has turned his back on them. He has frequently assaulted his friend Titus and has given the fans no reason why they should support him.

Cohen: He’s a legend. That’s why they should cheer and respect him.

Showtime walks up the stairs and climbs into the ring, mic in hand. He slowly walks around the ring and looks at the crowd who continue to boo him.

Showtime: Do you people know who I am?

The crowd boos louder now. Loud “You suck!” chants break out and Showtime looks around at the audience and raises his mic again.

Showtime: I’m a 3-time WZCW Champion! The only wrestler to hold every single belt in this company. I’ve won Lethal Lottery, I’ve main event Kingdom Come, I’ve sold out arenas and beaten the best. I’m the greatest wrestler in this company!

The crowd boos loudly, but Showtime doesn’t give them time to fully cut him off.

Showtime: But you people, you have no respect for anything I did for this company. There was no cheer or thank you at Redemption. No final farewell the week after. I bled all over across this ring to win the WZCW title more times than anyone else has and you people still go on and on about how great Everest was, how exciting it will be if Ty Burna and Big Dave get inducted into the Hall of Fame, how big a legend Titus is. I’m the biggest legend in this company, but somehow I’ve been forgotten. It was only a few months ago when I won the WZCW Title at Kingdom Come and you were all cheering and supporting in me. I said I came back to give you all one last run, one last reason to cheer somebody who was willing and wanting to fight for you, and by God I believed it then, but I see what a huge mistake it was. You people have no care or appreciation for what I have done here. You love me when I’m here putting my body on the line, but the second I’m gone you all couldn’t give a damn, so here’s me saying I don’t give a damn what any of you think anymore.

The crowd boos loudly and breaks out again into “You suck!” chants. Showtime lets them get it all out and then continues.

Showtime: In two weeks time there will be an historic event in WZCW history. The one hundredth edition of Meltdown, and as one of the pioneers that helped bring this company up from the depths of mediocrity, I will be there competing in what will be my final match in WZCW. One last chance for you all to bear witness to the greatest wrestler to ever compete in WZCW and when my hand is raised one final time I will salute you all as you have verbally done to me by raising my middle finger and saying “Screw you”. At Meltdown 100 I will officially close the book on this chapter of my life and watch as WZCW continues to nose dive in rating and quality until the day that it has to file for bankruptcy, and the last of your so called legends, will be forgotten, unable to save this sinking ship.

The crowd continues to boo louder and louder. Showtime lowers his mic and goes to leave, but then stops and raises his mic.

Showtime: And one more thing, and this is regarding Titus...

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The crowd lets out a loud cheer as Titus walks out onto the stage. Titus is all business as he walks down to the ring, his eyes focused on Showtime. Showtime looks around and backs up towards a corner, but does not leave as Titus straddles through the ropes.

Connor: Now here is a real WZCW legend. One who has shown class and professionalism inside and outside the ring.

Cohen: You can’t be serious CC. Titus is a joke now. He can’t beat his way out of a wet paper bag.

Connor: Titus can hang with the best of them on any given night, and I’ve never heard him bad mouth the company before, not like Showtime’s doing.

Cohen: Oh right. Titus is a perfect angel.

Titus walks across the ring to grab a mic and speaks.

Titus: I’m not going to get into any long winded speeches because I think that the longer I talk, the more likely I’m going to walk over there and punch you right in your god damn jaw.

The crowd pops loudly as Showtime looks around and nervously adjust his collar.

Titus: Your last match is in two weeks at Meltdown 100. I’m sure you heard about my challenge I issued you last night, lets finally put the mics down and settle what’s been started between you and me. What do you say? Showtime vs Titus at Meltdown 100. It’ll be the biggest match in company history, the biggest match you and I have ever been in that didn’t include the WZCW Title, and you can finally, finally, prove your point that you are a legend that deserves recognition..... or have your ass beaten by me. What you say?

The crowd cheers loudly and breaks out into “Titus, Titus!” chants. Showtime looks around and smirks before answering.

Showtime: No!

The crowd boos loudly as Showtime continues.

Showtime: Titus, you don’t deserve a match verse me. You have a hard enough time beating the simplest of opponents, what makes you think you deserve to stand in the ring against the greatest. You don’t. You’re not thinking that you stand a chance to beat me, you just want to release some of that pent up anger you have regarding your career and maybe catch one last glimpse of the spotlight that will shine on me. Well you can forget it. I won’t give you that satisfaction. I didn’t come back to WZCW to fight you, I came back to remind these fans that I’m better than you and everybody who has ever stepped into this ring. At Meltdown 100, for one final time, I will show the fans that and leave with them regretting that they ever disrespected me.

Showtime lowers the mic and walks past Titus in the ring. Showtime goes to leave and then stops and turns around saying.

Showtime: And one more thing...

We don’t hear that one thing and Titus decks Showtime with a punch as he turns around. Showtime drops to the mat and Titus is standing over top of him throwing furious fists at him.

Cohen: Titus has snapped. Somebody come out here and stop this before quickly.

Help is on the way as three referees run down to the ring. They all quickly grab Titus and pull him off Showtime. Showtime stands up and rips off his jacket and takes advantage of the situation, punching Titus as he is being held by the referees. They quickly let go of Titus and he responds right away with punches back at Showtime. The two men exchange more strikes as more referees and backstage personal run down to the ring. They all quickly enter and separate the two men as they both still try to get at each other. Showtime’s group easily escorts him from the ring while Titus is left inside the ring.

Cohen: Chaos has erupted here tonight and it’s all the because of Titus. Mr. Banks had better suspend him for his actions tonight.

Connor: Titus was simply taking matters into his own hands. Showtime is too afraid to face Titus before he leaves. Can you blame Titus for attacking him.

Showtime is outside the ring and yells at the personal to let him go. They do and Showtime adjusts his shirt and looks back to the ring in time to see Titus flying over the ropes. Titus lands on top of Showtime and continues the attack until they are both separated again.

Cohen: Yes I can blame him CC. Titus is way out of line with his actions here tonight.

Connor: Whether he is or he isn’t, I’m betting Showtime is wishing he didn’t backstab Titus like he did. It’s a shame we won’t get to see these two settle things inside the ring.

Showtime is escorted backstage as Titus stands in front of the ring. The crowd chanting his name loudly as he slowly walks up the stage ramp.

Connor: Ladies and gentlemen, if that wasn't enough for you, we have a full episode of Ascension coming up! Stay tuned for more!

 

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Becky Serra is walking in the dark halls of the cellar of the arena, and knocks on a door with a dim light glowing from the edges of the door. She looks down at a sign to see, The Doctor Is In. The door opens, to reveal the dark silhouette of Dr. Zeus.

Serra: Dr. Zeus, tonight is your first chance at WZCW Gold, against the man named Fallout. What are your thoughts?

Zeus:He still has the chance to save his soul
If he'll accept his heavenly role.
Surrender the belt, and offer your aide.
Or you'll suffer too, when we begin our crusade.


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Anderson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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The lights dim in the arena as red and yellow lights flicker all around the stage. Aleksandr makes his way to the top of the ramp and drops to his knees, an evil grin spreading across his face... He is followed by LeQuint Brown a who pats him on the shoulder as Cuba returns to his feet, Kiriyama slinks out of the backstage area on his hands and knees. Blood red lighting replaces the previous lighting canvassing Kiriyama's features making him look slightly maniacal.

Anderson: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 478 pounds, Aleksandr Cuba and Atsushi Kiriyama, The Demon Foreigners!

Connor:Well, here comes two genuine creeps.

Cohen: And ladies and gentlemen, our first example of Grade A racism. Anything to say for yourself, Connor?

Connor: Sure, Jack; bite me.

Kiriyama scournfully follows Cuba and Brown to the ring on his hands and knees, as he reaches the ringside area with cat like reflexes he jumps to his feet and rolls in the ring taking a crouching position in the corner alert to the slightest movement and sound on the tips of his toes. The crowd boos, as they stay, ready for their opponents to enter.

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Anderson: Their opponents; first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing 152 pounds, Isabel Stone!

Isabel walks out to her music, hands on hips, giving a slight smile. She walks quickly to the ring, hair and hips swinging behind her then slides in the ring.

Cohen: Well, go ahead and tell us all how Isabel Stone is a shining beacon to women everywhere, Connor. You know, just like you liberals do.

Connor: ... Didn't you just accuse me of racism?

Cohen: What, liberals can't be racist?

Isabel slides into the ring, waiting for her partner.

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Ace Stevens coolly saunters to the ring, to the roaring approval of the crowd. He adjusts his jacket and walks down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as he goes.

Anderson: Her partner, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 228 pounds, The American Hero, Ace Stevens!

Connor: And the crowd goes wild for-

Cohen: I'll just stop you there. Let me guess; American Made, Ace Stevens?

Connor: .... Yeah....

Cohen: Racist.

Ace Stevens enters the ring and slaps hands with his tag team partner. The Demon Foreigners look to one another, and decide for Cuba to start the match. Isabel Stone prepares, as Ace Stevens leaves the ring. Referee James Aubrey signals for the bell to be rung,

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Stone and Cuba come to the middle of the ring, and square off. The crowd cheers for Izzy, as she and Cuba circle one another. They stop to lock up, and Cuba sends Izzy into the ropes. Cuba leap frogs over Stone, but she cartwheels around him. As Cuba comes down, he turns around... To find a punch in the face, by Isabel. She hits a knee to the gut, and lets her athleticism takes control of the match. She runs into the ropes, and attempts a running headbutt, right into Cuba's stomach. But Cuba takes her head, and hits a vicious neckbreaker, sending Izzy crashing to the floor. Cuba throws clubbing blows to Isabel, as Ace Stevens begs for the tag, outside of the ring. Cuba pulls Isabel up by the head, and takes her over to his corner, where he makes the tag over to Kiriyama. Cuba hoists up Isabel for a vertical suplex, and holds her high in the air. As he does, Atushi jumps to the ropes, and springboards off of them, with a cross body. Cuba sends Isabel down, as Kiriyama lands stomach first onto Stone, forcing all of her weight on her with a massive cross body splash. Kiriyama hooks the leg for a cover...

1...

2...

No, kick out by Isabel. Atushi stomps on the prone Isabel, as Ace tries to rally her partner. He starts clapping, as the crowd starts to chant.

Iz-zy! Iz-zy! Iz-zy! Iz-zy!

Atushi makes his way to the second rope, and prepares for an elbow drop. But Isabel moves out of the way, causing Atushi to land on his elbow. Isabel tries to take the opportunity granted to her, and clubs blows into the neck of Kiriyama. As Atushi staggers to his feet, he's met with a spear, right into the corner by Isabel. But Isabel is in the corner of the Demon Foreigners, and Cuba pulls Izzy's hair, forcing her off of his partner. Kiriyama is able to recover, and as the ref admonishes Cuba for getting involved, Cuba thumbs Stone in the eyes.

Connor: How much cheating can these guys get away with?

Cohen: Cheat, schmeat. This is just the more experienced team, working well together.

Atushi looks to his partner, and offers a tag, which Cuba accepts. They set up Isabel for a double suplex, and connect. This draws Ace away from his corner, to try and help his partner. He grabs a hold of Kiriyama, and lands elbows, right into the side of his face. But before Ace can hit more than three, Aubrey breaks him away, and forces him back to his corner. This allows for the Foreigners to double team Isabel, with Atushi choking her, and Cuba landing elbow drops. Ace protests, but the referee notices from the corner of his eye what is going on. He breaks Atushi from his grip on Isabel's neck, and forces him back to his corner. Ace, for his part, takes advantage of this... He climbs the top rope, and hits a clothesline, on Cuba!

Connor: Ace Stevens, finally taking matters into his own hands!

Cohen: What a no good cheater!

Aubrey is still trying to corral Kiriyama, as Ace looks to the crowd, and shrugs. He gets back to his corner quickly, before Aubrey can notice. Isabel is slowly stirring in the ring, as Cuba still seems out of it. Both fighters make it to their knees, as the crowd is at a feverish pitch. Ace is reaching as far as he can for the tag, as Isabel is struggling to her corner. The crowd claps in rhythm, spurring Isabel over to her corner. She crawls and crawls, as Cuba tries to reach and stop her. But he is too late, as Isabel has made the tag! Ace Stevens enters the ring, as a house of fire! He downs Cuba with a clothesline! Kiriyama gets into the ring, and is met with a clothesline for his trouble! Ace lifts up Cuba for a scoop slam, and beckons to the crowd for support. He looks around to the frenzied crowd, who has been whipped into a roar. Kiriyama goes to slow Ace's roll, but gets an elbow to the face for his trouble. But the distraction is enough for Cuba to land the Yashin! Cuba goes for the cover

1...

2...

No, just a kick out from Ace!

Cohen: The Foreigners really seem on the same page tonight.

Connor: It doesn't hurt when you cheat...

Ace makes it to his knees, while Cuba makes a tag into Kiriyama. Atushi springboards off of the ropes again, and hits a forearm smash, right into the face of Ace. The crowd boos as Ace goes down in a heap. Kiriyama sets Ace to be seated, and Atushi hits a rolling neck snap, which causes Ace to recoil in pain. Atushi goes to a fallen Ace, and signals that it's time for the Koji Clutch. But Ace is able to kick Atushi in the stomach, breaking him away. Ace staggers up, and hits a European uppercut, which sends Atushi reeling! The crowd begins to cheer, as Ace hits another European uppercut! He hits repeated kicks, and bounces off of the ropes, to deliver a vicious high knee, right into Kiriyama's face! Ace goes for the cover..

1...

2...

No, Kiriyama kicks out. Atushi makes it to his knees, and Ace prepares for one more high knee. Ace bounces off of the ropes, and is met with a discuss lariat, which sends Ace Stevens down! Kiriyama struggles over to his corner to make the tag to his partner Cuba, who slinks in the corner. He waits for Ace to make it to his feet, preying on his fallen foe. He waits, as Ace finally makes it to his feet. Cuba goes for a superkick that will knock Ace's head off his shoulders, but Ace ducks! He turns around to meet a kick to the stomach, and Ace lifts him for an elevated DDT! Ace lies prone on the floor, as Isabel seems ready for the tag. Ace struggles to his knees, to the pleading of the crowd, and crawls over to his partner. Ace is stopped by Cuba, who holds on to his foot, and Ace kicks him away, finally reaching his partner! Ace makes the tag, as she climbs the ropes. She jumps off the ropes and lands on Cuba, getting the pin!

1...

2...

No, just two, but so close! Izzy signals that she's ready to finish this match, to the approval of the crowd! But she notices a large figure at the entrance way... Illapa, waiting at the top of the entrance way. She stands, staring at Isabel.

Connor: What is she doing out here?!

Cohen: What's it to you, huh?

Isabel is distracted by this... But when she turns around, she finds herself Under the Gun! Atushi is in front of her, delivering a spin wheel kick, and Cuba trips her! Cuba goes for the cover, while Atushi goes to stop Ace from breaking the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!!!!!!!!

Anderson: The winners of this match... The Demon Foreigners!

Connor:Illapa just cost Isabel and Ace this match!

Cohen: More like, this team is a well oiled team. They work with what's given to them!

The Foreigners celebrate in the ring, as Isabel rolls out of the ring. Ace goes to support his partner... After a hard fight, he looks to the ring, and exchanges some words with the Foreigners. the Foreigners trash talk Ace, as Aubrey raises their hands in victory.

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Backstage, Amber Warren is kicking at an Everlast bag, violently preparing for her match tonight with Cerberus. El Califa Dragon walks up to Amber.

Califa:Amber Warren.... Amber are you ready?

Amber continues to kick the bag, with even more fury. An angry scowl arises on her face. Califa speaks up more.

Califa: Amber Warren... Amber Warren, Califa wishes to speak with you.

Amber ignores this, and Califa seems puzzled by this.

Califa:Amber Warren, I-!

A booming voice comes from the entranceway to the locker room. The voice of Kenneth Banks.

Banks: Why, there are my tag team champions! Califa, Amber, how goes it?

Califa breaks his stare from Amber, and even Amber finally breaks away from kicking the bag. Califa and Amber gather around the owner.

Califa: Califa and Amber are well, but will feel better, when we defend our tag team titles.

Warren: We want to be the greatest team of all time, Mr. Banks. And we're ready for Cerberus tonight.

A smirk forms across Banks' face.

Banks:Well, good, you'll need to be. And I know you'll love what we have planned for you at Unscripted. But... That whole being the best thing. You know it's funny... We actually have one of the best tag teams of all time, ready for you. In fact, I just so happened to get out of a meeting with one of these members, and he insisted on this match. So, if you really want to be the best, then perhaps we need to put you up to the best!

Amber and Califa look to one another and nod. Amber forms a smile on her face

Warren: Well, that's great Mr. Banks. But who's the team?

???: I can answer that for you!

A voice from the hallways rises, but the audience can not see who it is. Finally, the figure enters the arena.... It is none other than Mikey Stormrage! The crowd boos at the sight of the monster, as Amber and Califa ready themselves for a fight, in the locker room. Mikey stares at them through his mask, but gives a sly smile.

Banks: Mikey and I had a meeting today, regarding his suspension. He seemed absolutely crestfallen with his actions as of late. And he brought up a wonderful idea; both he and James Howard would be on hand for Meltdown 100. So, I think it's only fair that we have a showdown, old versus new. So at Meltdown 100, Los Magnificos Dragones takes on Strikeforce!

Stormrage: I can hardly contain myself... And I know James will feel the exact same way.

LMD back away from the monster, as Mikey stands in front of them. Ace Stevens walks in from his match, and spots Mikey Stormrage.

Stevens: You son of a-

Stevens lunges towards Mikey, but Califa and Amber get in the way, to stop a riot from ensuing in the locker room. Mikey stares in complete amusement, and walks away.

Stormrage:I'll see you at Meltdown 100, Amber and Califa. And Ace, maybe you can tell them what it's like to be in front of the monster!

 

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Backstage, Stacy Madison is prepared with a microphone in her hands.

Madison: My guest at this time, Ricky Runn.

Ricky Runns into the camera's sight, with a Richard Sherman jersey on, throwing up hand signs.

Madison: Ricky, thoughts on last night's match?

Ricky gets real close to Stacy.

Ricky:Well, I'm the best wrestler in the game!!!! When you try me with a sorry wrestler like Saboteur, that's what you get! Don't you ever talk about me!

Stacy steps back, a little flustered by this.

Stacy:Who was talking about you?

Ricky:Saboteur! Don't you open your mouth about the best! Or Imma shut it for you real quick! L-O-B!

Ricky then proceeds to storm out of the backstage area, as his Swag Pack drives two golf carts over to him. Ricky gets into one of the golf carts, and the two carts drag race off screen, leaving Stacy absolutely mortified


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*Ding, Ding, Ding*

Anderson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... And is for the Elite X Championship!

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Fallout stamps down the ramp at a fairly fast pace, whilst an orange cloud follows behind him to the ring. He completely ignores the audience as if they weren’t even there and fails to acknowledge their angry boos.

Anderson: Introducing first, from Pripyat, Ukraine, weighing 255 pounds. He is the Elite X Champion... Fallout!

Connor: Fallout has a major chance to silence the doubters tonight.

Cohen: To do it, he has to... Well, you know what he has to do...

Connor: It's certainly not unfounded... Theron Daggershield, his bitter rival, beat Dr. Zeus just a few weeks ago. And we all know that to make it to Theron, Fallout has to handle business tonight.

Fallout enters the ring, where the referee asks for his belt. He hands over the title, a little hesitantly, and prepares for his opponent.

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The crowd, almost confused as to what to do, watches as Chastity unwinds the music box, and sets in the middle of the aisle. She begins to sing, and as the beat begins, Zeus wheels his bed to the ring.

Anderson: Harrys: And the challenger, from Portland, Oregon, weighing 265 pounds, The Good Doctor Zeus...

Connor: A very odd sight we're about to see, Zeus and Fallout fighting. We've seen Zeus mention to Fallout to join us... Jack, what could that possibly mean?

Cohen: I don't know. But if Fallout ever wanted to prove he was the best, that he is a monster, this is the time to do it. Forget the dice games; pal, this is it!


Zeus enters the ring, and takes off his lab coat, staring right into Fallout. Elizabeth Prince holds the title above their heads, as a murmur spreads across the arena. Zeus looks cold, whereas Fallout looks calm and collected. Prince calls for the bell

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

Zeus immediately grabs for Fallout's throat, choking him, as Fallout tries to break the hold. Elizabeth Prince attempts to break the move, calling for a five count. At the count of four, Zeus breaks the hold, and stares daggers into the referee. Some of the crowd boos, while some cheer.

Connor: A really odd dynamic to this match... Seems as though the crowd doesn't know what to do here. I can
t blame them, I'd like both men to lose.

Cohen: This is going to be a match of wearing each other down; who can inflict more punishment.

Zeus kicks Fallout in the stomach, which is met with knife chops by Fallout, to give himself distance. Zeus goes for another choke, but Fallout is able to hold him away, and hits an STO, in the middle of the ring. Fallout goes for a cover...

1...

No, just one! Fallout goes for another cover, this time hooking the leg.

1...

Another kickout by Zeus. Fallout looks a little frustrated, as Zeus begins to rise again.

Connors: Fallout clearly wants this match over, as soon as possible.

Fallout applies a chinlock, looking to keep the pressure on Dr. Zeus. He wrenches on the neck, keeping Zeus grounded. Zeus attempts to fight out, but Fallout has him grounded. Fallout executes elbows to the side of Zeus' neck, trying to pummel on him. But Zeus manages back to his feet, throwing Fallout off of his back, and to the ground. Fallout lays prone on the mat, as Dr. Zeus hits a standing leg drop on Fallout. He goes to lift Fallout, and grabs him by the neck. He throws Fallout across the ring, as Fallout flies towards the turnbuckle. Zeus launches punches right into Fallout's face... But Fallout attempts to fight out. Some kicks to the stomach of Zeus, which manages to stagger the Good Doctor. But just as Fallout has a chance to breathe, Zeus locks in another chokehold. Once again, Prince counts to four, and Zeus breaks the hold. Zeus goes for another choke, but Fallout fights away, and manages to hit Zeus with punches. Three or four of them, which sends Zeus reeling. Fallout grabs Zeus, and climbs the second rope, holding Zeus neck with his arms. Fallout flips over Zeus and connects with the Reactor 4, a vicious Diamond Dust, that sends him to the floor. Fallout goes for another cover.

1...

2...

No, a kick out at two!

Connor: Fallout is trying to keep Zeus down.

Cohen: We've seen in the past that with one hint of Euthanasia, Zeus can finish a match. The more Fallout can keep him down, the better.

Zeus shakes off the diamond dust, as Fallout looks down at his opponent. He hits a diving elbow smash, and then another! And another, and another, all to the back of the head of Dr. Zeus! Fallout keeps his distance after each one. Zeus makes it back to his knees, which frustrates Fallout. He bounces off of the ropes, and attempts a jumping forearm smash. But Zeus is waiting for him, ready to attack with a vicious samoan drop! Fallout is down, as Zeus climbs the second rope. The crowd boos, and some cheer on Fallout, as Zeus awaits his opponent. Fallout groggily makes it to his feet, and Dr. Zeus flies off of the ropes, with a second rope DDT! The crowd is hushed to a murmur, as Dr. Zeus goes for a pinfall.

1...

2...

3, no just two! Fallout barely manages a shoulder up, as Zeus becomes frustrated. He pounds the mat, as Fallout begins to stir on the mat. He looks to his hospital bed... And crawls over towards it.

Connor: What is Zeus thinking about here...

Zeus reaches underneath the pillow of the bed, to reveal a small blowtorch.

Connor: No, not that!

Elizabeth Prince demands that Dr. Zeus drop the torch, though Zeus refuses. Prince stands in between him and Fallout, though Zeus pushes her aside. Zeus goes to light Fallout on fire! But before he can, Fallout kicks Zeus in the stomach! Fallout sets up for Half-Life, and connects, sending Zeus down the mat with a thud! Fallout covers the leg, as Prince counts!

1, 2, 3!

Fallout seems almost in shock, as Prince goes to get the Elite X Title.

Anderson: The winner of the match, and still Elite X Champion, Fallout!

Cohen: What?! Did you see how fast that count was?!

Connor: Well, it's Zeus' own damn fault. Did he really think he'd be able to use that?! And Fallout has successfully defended his Elite X Title!

Fallout celebrates in the ring, as Zeus begins to stir. Zeus looks to Prince, and realizes what has happened. Fallout leaves the ring, as Zeus begins to corner Prince.

Connor: Oh, wait a minute here... Liz, get out of there!

Elizabeth tries to escape, as Zeus stands over her. She slaps him, but Zeus grabs her hand.

Connors: Liz, no! Someone, stop this please!

Zeus laughs maniacally, over what he's about to do.

*Thud*

Drake Callahan, out of nowhere, Drake Callahan, chair in hand, stops Dr. Zeus. He hits Dr. Zeus with all the authority he can muster, with a chair shot to the back. Zeus screams in agony, before turning around. Drake hits Zeus, this time in the head, and Zeus finally goes down.

Connors: Thank God for Drake Callahan!

Cohen: He has no business out here!

Drake can be heard screaming, "where is he?!" loudly into the unconscious face of Dr. Zeus. He sets the bent chair on the canvas, and grabs Zeus. He sets up Zeus for the Faded Memory... And lands with full force, Zeus' head and neck hitting the chair! Drake sits up, and gets up into Zeus' face.

Drake: Where is he, Zeus?! Where is he?!

Referees break up the scene, and get Elizabeth Prince out of danger's way. Drake stays in the ring, picking up the chair and hitting Zeus once more with it.

Connors: Drake Callahan, thank God for him... But delivering a vicious attack on Dr. Zeus.

Cohen: Clearly, Drake wants something for Zeus... But who could Drake be looking for? And why would Zeus know?

Connors: We have to take a break, folks... We'll be back after these.

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Backstage in Mr. Banks office the door opens and in walks Titus.

Mr. Banks: Titus, that was quite a scene you caused out there. What can I do for you now?

Titus: I need you to book me vs Showtime at Meltdown 100.

Mr. Banks: Can’t do that.

Titus: The hell you can’t.

Mr. Banks: Look, his contract ends after Meltdown 100. Since retiring he is on a pay per appearance, so I can only book him when he agrees to be booked and while he wants a match at Meltdown 100, him and Mr. Oklahoma have made it clear that it won’t be against you. Tell you what though, I’ll book this right now. Pick your Poison. You pick his opponent and he will pick yourself. Make sure you pick somebody really tough so he gets a good beating on his way out.

Titus: Not good enough Mr. Banks. Couldn’t you just book the match anyway?

Mr. Banks: Look, if this was any other event I’d call his bluff and say screw it, but this is the hundredth edition of Meltdown. I can’t take any chances of him not showing up and ruining what could be the biggest event in this companies history. My advice to you, get him to sign a match contract. I’ll have my legal team write it up, but I’m not sure how you’ll get him to sign it.

Titus: Don’t worry about that. I’ll get him to sign it, you just make sure it happens at Unscripted.

Mr. Banks: Will do.

Titus leaves the office and Mr. Banks smirks before picking up his phone.

 

[Harthan]

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Big Dave walks out to cheers from the crowd but Dave doesn't appear to be in the mood. A serious look is on his face as he enters the ring and asks for a microphone.

Dave: As you all saw last night on Meltdown, Vance Bateman announced one of his matches for Meltdown 100. Now he made it very clear that he wants me out of WZCW and out of his way, so he's brought in one of my most dangerous rivals, Ty Burna.

The crowd pops loudly at the mention of the match and Ty, but Dave doesn't seem to be amused.

Dave: Now I know what Vance's intentions are, but I have no idea why Ty is fighting Vance's battles. So I'd like to..


As if on cue, the ominous music of the WZCW Legend begins playing as the lights go out. They remain off for several moments and when they come back, Ty is standing in the center of the ring, face to face with Big Dave. Ty slowly pulls the hood of his robe back, his black hair fall down wildly around him. He sneers as he looks at Dave, his eyes flashing red for a moment before he lifts up a mic.

Ty: You would like to what David?

Dave: I'd like to know why you're fighting for Vance Bateman.

Ty: I have my own intentions David. This doesn't concern you. What does concern you is me kicking you straight to my own personal hell.

Dave: Bullshit. Bateman made your life hell and it led to everything involving the Apostles of Chaos. It led to you firing me and making my life hell. Now cut the crap and tell me why are you siding with that type of man?

Ty stares down David, and the red glow disappears, the sneer slowly disappearing as he steps away from David. He begins pacing back and forth in the ring, his head down as a troubled look forms on his face. He pulls at his hair as Dave looks on puzzled.

Dave: What, you can't even rationalize it can yo...

Ty: Shut up!

Ty's exclamation abruptly cuts off Dave as Ty spins back to Dave, a look of bewilderment on Ty's face now.

Ty: Do you want to know what this is about David?

Dave: I would actually. Now what's your deal?

Ty lowers his head as he leans against a corner turnbuckle, brushing his hair back as his voice gets weak and low.

Ty: My daughter is sick David.

Dave: Your daughter?

Ty: The doctors aren't sure what it is, but I have to take her to the hospital every week to get checked out. Listen to me David. I had no intentions of fighting in WZCW again until my knee was fully healed and my daughter was healthy again.

Dave: Ty... wait...

Ty: This wasn't my choice David! But those snakes back there Vance and Banks have forced my hand. My contract says I must make live appearances every so often while I heal, but they twisted it David. They twisted it and are forcing me to fight you at Meltdown 100.

Dave: I've reviewed your contract Ty. It doesn't mention anything about wrestling.

Ty: You don't get it do you?! They can do as they damn well please with me. I am not a threat so long as I am tied under this contract. If I refuse, they can tear it up at any time. I need this money David. I need it....for my daughter's sake.

Ty looks up to Dave, a single tear falling down Ty's right eye as the crowd goes silent. Dave looks on at Ty, unsure of what to do. Slowly he begins walking towards Ty.

Dave: Ty, we can figure this out together. I can make sure we can get this taken care of.

Ty: You're right David, we will take care of this.

Ty suddenly springs forth and hits Consecrated Banishment on Dave! The crowd immediately begins booing as Ty stands over his fallen foe, his head lowered and his hair covering his face. Slowly Ty's body begins shaking with laughter as Ty throws his hair back. The booing continues as he kneels down across Dave's throat, bringing the mic up to speak again, Ty's voice now back to it's dark and ethereal tone.

Ty: Did you honestly expect me to be short on money David? Someone so shrewd that has planned ahead for everything would be broke? That I couldn't take care of my daughter if she was actually sick? No David, I don't need money. I don't need WZCW. I don't need anything this forsaken company can offer. Except one thing David. I have a thirst, no, an addiction to the adrenaline this ring gives me. The ability to destroy my enemies and my rivals. They've forgotten just exactly who they're dealing with, and so have you. The WZCW legend who once terrorized everyone around him, who had become soft and a mentor these young pathetic idiots!

Ty slowly takes his knee off of Dave's throat, lifting his head up by his hair. Ty's eyes begin glowing red once again, the sneer forming.

Ty: And you will be made an example of David. You will be the first sacrifice to rekindling the flame that powers Chaos! I didn't need a real reason to bring wanton destruction to MY company once again, but ending you once and for all is just the cherry on top for me David. At Meltdown 100, I will put you down like the softhearted dog you are, and you will become nothing more than another entry on my personal kill list!

Ty drops Dave's head and slowly stands as his music hits, the lights dimming as the Chaos Symbol begins burning into the ring. In the center lies Dave, his arms outstretched as Ty begins laughing maniacally, his arms lifting up slowly into the air as the crowd continues to boo lustily.

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Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a non-title tag team contest scheduled for one fall!

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Anderson: Introducing first, the team of Ramparte and Flex Mussel, Cerberus!!


The duo walks down the ramp. Flex power walks checking his pulse on the way down while Ramparte hands his coat over to his butler.


Cohen: These two will make a great team. They have the initiative in them.


Connor:Personally, I feel they still need practice.

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Anderson: And their opponents, they are the World Tag Team Champions, Los Magnificos Dragones!!


The champions come on stage showing off the straps on their wastes before sprinting down to the ring. They slide to the ring and jump on the turnbuckles raising their titles high up proudly before y backflipping to the center of the ring.


Connor: Electric and energetic as always.


Cohen: They keep running around like that, they'll be tired before the match even begins.

* Ding Ding Ding *

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Match starts with Amber circling the ring with Flex. He shows off his muscles, but Amber doesn't look amused. They lock up and after slight struggle, Flex pushes off Amber and shows off the guns again. Amber looks flustered and the two go at it again. The struggle lasts longer but Flex still wins and pushes off Amber again. Amber's anger seems to be piling up and she gets back to her teams corner. Flex looks on arrogantly as she trades words with Califa.


Cohen: You aren't gonna win with power, Warren. I'd tell you to tag out, but your partner might be even skinnier than you. And not in a sexy way.


Connor: Cohen!


Cohen: What? How long has she been here without anyone giving a compliment on her looks?


Amber approaches Flex again and signals for another tie up. Flex looks on with a smirk and sneers before smoothly walking over for it. The two tie up and the struggle goes on for a while. They fight to the ropes. Then they go to the opposite side. Then Amber pulls and drops to the mat catapulting Flex up the air! Flex lands hard on the mat as Amber walks over to Califa and tags him in. Ramparte looks surprised on the apron while Flex looks mad. He's yet to turn around and gets back up. Frustrated, he finally turns and bumps into El Califa Dragon. “Hola!” Califa waves hi and Flex, caught in the moment, waves back. But quickly, Califa goes from fun-loving to Lucha Libre machine and shoots off a series of Knife-Edge Chops right in the big pecs of Flex. An Irish Whip foll- Wait, Califa fakes it and Huricanrana's Flex off an arm wringer. He casually walks over to Amber as Flex and Ramparte angrily consult the situation.


Connor: It seems Califa and Amber are making sport off the new, more inexperienced tandem.


Cohen: This isn't a joke. Take them seriously!


Amber comes in and Ramparte tags himself in. She starts to look at the enigmatic Ramparte with a confused face, turning her neck sideways. It catches Ramparte off guard but he tries to grab her. She slides past him and stands behind Ramparte with her confused look. Ramparte turns and tries to grab her again. This time, she ducks between his legs. Ramparte turns around slowly a third time as Amber gives off a coy look at him. Ramparte runs at her but she leapfrogs over Ramparte. Having enough, Flex grabs the nimble beauty by the hair and slams her down, giving his partner the opening needed to attack as the referee rushes to push Flex back out to the apron. Ramparte stomps on one half of the Tag Team Champs with no remorse as the fun is clearly over.


Connor: Oh boy. Amber is in trouble now.


Cohen: They asked for it.


Ramparte picks his female opponent up and tags in Flex. He hits several chops before running and knocking down Amber with a Flying Headbutt. He covers her for the pin.


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Two!!


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Amber gets the shoulder up at two. She tries to get back up and stretches her arm out for Califa but Flex pulls her back in. He tags Ramparte in who hits her in the gut. He uses the opening to run and hits a Running Calf Kick. He follows up the knocking blow by dropping several knees on Amber's face. He finishes up with a hard slap across the champs face as the fans and Califa give a collective groan.


Connor: My God, what a slap!


Ramparte stands her up and tags in Flex who taunts her. He goes for a European Uppercut... But Amber catches his arm and holds it tight! Flex tries to move and Amber flips her hair back showing one very angry face. She squeezes the arm as Flex starts to panic trying to ignore the pain. She holds him by that one arm and with one hand and torques it. Ramparte tries to break it up, but Amber swings Flex in Ramparte's direction and the two bump. Califa see's the opening and gets in the ring. He charges and hits the Rolling Fire to knock Ramparte out of the ring and out of sight. He taps Amber who grabs Flex by his very ears. She screams at him to never slap her again before Springboarding for a Dropkick. Califa follows suit with a Phoenix Splash to complete the Eternal Spring Combo!! Amber makes the cover




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Three!!


Anderson: Here are your winners, the World Tag Team Champions, Amber Warren, El Califa Dragon, Los Magnificos Dragones!!


Cohen: What a temper! Remind me to never get on her bad side.


The championship wielding tandem celebrate with Amber trying to recompose herself. Califa talks her down and the two eventually embrace with the titles.


Connor: This went from a comical match-up to something dead serious in a hurry. Flex and Ramparte should not have angered Amber.


Cohen: Who would've thunk it. Little Amber can be a hellcat if pushed.

As LMD celebrates in the ring, the Demon Foreigners ambush them, in the middle of the ring! Kiriyama and Cuba cheap shot LMD, leaving Califa alone in the ring, as they throw out Amber. The Foreigners hit Under the Gun, which leaves Califa unconscious in the ring.

Connors:What a cheap shot! This isn't fair!

Cohen: You keep throwing around that word, like it means something.

Kiriyama goes to leave, but Cuba stays. He is fixated on Califa... More than anything, fixated on the mask. He stands over Califa... And goes to rip the mask off of Califa! Atushi tries to stop him, but Cuba has grown obsessed with that mask. Atushi tries to hold back his partner, but Amber Warren has gotten back into the ring. She stands over her fallen partner, as the Foreigners think better, and leave. Amber goes to check on her partner.

Cohen: They should have finished the job while they could have!

Connors: Perhaps they see a fight for another day. And folks, don't go away, our main event is coming up next!

 

[Harthan]

Anderson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 215 pounds, Drake Callahan!

Callahan makes his way onto the stage to his usual mixed reaction, though a few more cheers are starting to creep in. He slowly makes his way to the ring, observing the crowd. He rolls into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle, surveying the crowd.

Connor: Drake has been in a weird spot recently Jack. He stole his way into the King for a Day match, only to put on a below average showing, then he follows it up with a win over the EurAsian champion.

Cohen: Drake is capable of great things Cat, he is a former World Champion, but he has to figure out who he is. None of this middle ground ambiguous stuff.

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And his opponent, from Bedlam, weighing in at 237lbs, he is the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, Barbosa!

The reigning champ makes his way to the top of the ramp, sans his missing title belt. He receives a warm welcome from the WZCW faithful none the less as he stomps his way down the ramp, his eyes never leaving his opponent.

Connor: Our reigning World Champion, Barbosa making his way to the ring. Ever since Ricky Runn stole and then lost the title, Barbosa has been in a foul mood and I'm not envious of Drake tonight.

Cohen: An angry Barbosa is a dangerous Barbosa, we have seen it time and time again, but Drake can make a statement here tonight if he keeps his cool and uses his speed advantage. Barbosa has shown in the past he can get too wrapped up in beating down his opponent.

Mr. Morse calls for the bell and the two face off. Barbosa closes the distance quickly and begins to unleash a barrage of stiff lefts and rights, but Drake covers and moves well, few of the shots landing flush. Drake's speed pays off as he is able to slip past a haymaker and push Barbosa into the ropes, getting in a few shots to the back before the ref forces the rope break. Drake doesn't let the break throw off his rhythm, as he continues to throw a series of short punches and elbows to the champ, backing him into a corner. He follows up with two quick chops across the chest of the champ before he whips him into the opposite corner. He follows Barbosa to the opposite corner and connects with a running dropkick. He drags the champ out of the corner and jumps into a cover.

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But Barbosa easily kicks out. Not deterred, Drake follows up with an elbow drop to the chest of the champ. He follows it up by hitting the ropes and dropping a running elbow to the chest and again rolls into a cover.

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And again Barbosa is able to kick out with little issue.

Connor: No lack of effort from Drake, but he has to know that it will take more than this to put the champ away.

The former champ keeps up the offense with a chin lock, but Barbosa grabs a fist full of hair and breaks the hold. Once he is on his feet, he and Drake trade right hands, until Barbosa gets the upper hand with a kick to the midsection. He follows it up with a swinging neckbreaker, but before he can capitalize, Drake rolls out of the ring.

Cohen: Heads up move by the former champ to stop the offense of the current champ.

Barbosa rolls out of the ring to chase Drake as the ref begins his ten count.

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Drake ducks a clothesline attempt from the champ and kicks at the back of his leg. He uses this to Irish whip the champ into the barricade, but at the last second Barbosa reverses and sends Drake shoulder first into the barricade.

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Barbosa rolls into and back out of the ring to break the count. Drake is on his feet and turns around in time to eat a boot to the face, dropping him to a knee. Barbosa locks on a front headlock and readies for a DDT, but Drake manages to pull the legs of the champ out from under him, his head bouncing off the floor.

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Drake pulls his opponent to his feet and Irish whips him hard into the steel steps. The crash of human flesh on steel is heard throughout the arena as Barbosa goes down in a heap. Drake drops to a knee, catching his breath before he rolls into the ring.

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Cohen: I said it earlier. Barbosa gets too wrapped up in delivering punishment, and it backfired here as Drake was able to get the upper hand.

Connor: And it looks like Drake is content with a count out victory.
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The ref raises his arms but Barbosa is just able to throw himself back in the ring to the roar of the crowd. Drake stomps his foot angrily before he calls for Faded Memory. He drags Barbosa to his feet and lifts him in the air for the brainbuster, but Barbosa is able to slip out the back. He then readies himself to hit the Doppelgänger, but Drake is able to fight out and take Barbosa to the ground and lock in The Bitter End!

Connor: And now Barbosa is in a world of trouble.

Barbosa fights to reach the ropes, but he is too far away. He cliches his hand, it hovers just above the mat. In a final desperate attempt to break the hold, Barbosa powers to his feet and drops Callahan on his head. A modified Doppelgänger! The champ crawls over and hooks a leg as the ref slides into place.

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Anderson: Here is your winner, the WZCW Heavyweight...

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Connor: What in the world is Runn doing out here?

Barbosa readies for a fight, but Runn doesn't appear on stage. Instead he runs through the crowd in his Richard Sherman jersey, the tags still attached, with chair in hand. He slides into the ring and low blows Barbosa with the chair. The champ falls to the ground, clutching his groin. As Runn raises the chair over his head, Drake Callahan has gotten to his feet and shoves Runn aside. Runn drops the chair and begins barking at Drake. He takes his sunglasses off and is in the face of Drake, until Barbosa begins to stir and grabs the chair. Runn immediately bails out of the ring before the enraged champion gets to his feet. Barbosa slams the chair to the ground in frustration, having just missed Runn again. Drake walks to the champ and puts his hand on his shoulder as a condolence, only for Barbosa to turn and plant the chair square into the face of Callahan.

Cohen: How is this man allowed to be our champion? Drake Callahan just saved him from further assault, and how does he repay him? A chair shot directly to the face!

Connor: Barbosa is a man on a mission, and I don't want to see what he will finally do to Runn when he gets his hands on him. That's all the time we have tonight folks. For Jack Cohen, I'm Cat Connor, goodnight!

 

[Harthan]

Credits:

Barbosa VS. Drake Callahan, Segments - Yaz
LMD VS. Cerberus - KJ
Demon Foreigners VS. Ace Stevens and Isabel Stone, Elite X Title- Fallout VS. Dr. Zeus, Segments - Haiku

Guests:
Segment - Ty
Segments - Showtime

One more to go and it should be good to go tomorrow, I hope. Enjoy!