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The crowd erupts in boos as Constantine comes out holding a steel chair with his right hand. He looks rather angry as he storms down the steel ramp.
Anderson: Introducing first, from The King’s Court, weighing 265 pounds, “The King”, Constantine!
Cohen: No one can deny the fact that right now we should we witnessing our new WZCW World Heavyweight Champion. However, Showtime and the powers that be screwed Constantine out of the belt!
Connor: Are you serious? Constantine loss fair and square in a match where you made your own luck. Just look at this and you will know how Constantine loss the match at All or Nothing.
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Constantine is now slumped against the turnbuckle and in a daze! Showtime spits blood out of his mouth as he slowly hoists Constantine up onto the top ropes. He climbs up with him and now both men are on top of the ropes! Showtime hooks the arm and brings Constantine for the ride as he executes The Final Act! BOTH MEN HIT THE MAT HARD! The crowd comes unglued!
Copeland: Both men have to be broke in half! Oh my god!
Connor: That was incredible!
Cohen: I don’t believe it!
We return to the ring and we see Constantine looking up at the titantron as the video finishes. He now has a microphone in one hand and a chair in the other.
Constantine: I am sure, just like they chose who the special guest referee was at All or Nothing, the WZCW Management also chose what part of that match to show here tonight. What they didn’t show was the part where Austin Reynolds got physically involved and shoved me in the early parts of the match! They also didn’t show how he slow counted every one of my pin attempts! Hell, the only time I got pin attempts was whenever I held Showtime down for six seconds!
The crowd boos.
Constantine: Silence!
The crowd boos even louder.
Constantine: But I am not mad at Austin Reynolds. No, I am upset with the poor management who put into place every road block they could to protect their perfect world known as WZCW. Furthermore, they try to insult my position of power by the “luck of the draw” by putting me in a chairs match? They mean to send a cryptic message through the symbol of a lowly chair. The only chair fit for a king is a throne! I would never sit in anything as lowly as this.
Constantine holds up the steel chair as the crowd, several of which are sitting on the same type of metal chair, boo.
Constantine: The only use that I can bestow upon this is chair is being a tool for me to destroy whoever competes against me tonight. But rest assured, before the night is said and done, all will bow to-
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The crowd lights up as Barbosa runs down the ramp with a steel chair in-hand. Constantine braces himself as Barbosa slides into the ring. Constantine goes to slam his chair down on the rising Barbosa, but he gets a chair in the gut! Constantine cringes and backs up, but Barbosa delivers another. This time it causes Constantine to drop his own chair! The crowd is going wild as Barbosa grabs the legs of the chair and swings back and then forward into the shoulder of Constantine!
Connor: Barbosa is on fire! The Empire has made his life a living hell through the form of Cooper and Bowen. It only makes sense that Barbosa mangles the deliverer of the thorn in his side!
Cohen: But CC, we still have another competitor yet to show!
Barbosa has Constantine up against the ropes as he delivers a series of right hands into the face of the noble one!
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Cohen: Yes!
Drake: Cut the damn music!
The crowd rains down on Drake Callahan with disgust. The camera shows Barbosa and Constantine separating in the ring as they look up at Drake on the entrance ramp.
Drake: You people don’t want to listen to me, then fine. You won’t get the full package. You won’t get the full entrance. You don’t deserve to hear the beautiful music that I hand picked as the song to usher me down to the ring.
The crowd boos as Drake makes his way down the ramp with his own steel chair in hand.
Drake: And now you people want to completely snub me as these two kick-start a brawl without my presence in the ring? No.
Drake is up on the outside apron now as he steps into the ring with his chair and microphone.
Drake: We’re gonna run this back and start this brawl like it should of offi-
Drake drops his microphone and quickly slams his chair into the cranium of Barbosa nearby! The crowd boos and the bell rings as Constantine steps up and begins trading punches with Drake, which prompts him to drop his chair.
Cohen: The match has officially started! What a match might I add. We have two former world champions and one man who should be world champion right now! This is big league stuff CC. A lot better than that Stormrage and Runn match on Meltdown.
Connor: This is definitely a battle of the elite.
We see Drake and Constantine trading punches around the ring until they finally get nearby a turnbuckle. Constantine has his back to it, but he changes up the scenario by grabbing the shoulders of Drake and pulling him in-order to thrust his back into the turnbuckle. Drake slams up against it and Constantine follows up by approaching him. However, Drake springs up his right leg and delivers a quick boot to the chin of Constantine. This prompts Constantine to grab his chin and staggers backwards in a spinning motion. He walks right into an inverted atomic drop from a recovered Barbosa! The crowd pops at the maneuver.
Constantine grabs his balls in pain as he stumbles away from Barbosa and drops to his knees. Barbosa watches this for a brief second, but then turns his direction towards Drake in the turnbuckle. Drake is charging as he lifts up his leg for another quick big boot, but no! Barbosa grabs the boot before it hits his chin. Drake shakes his head “no” as Barbosa holds his current fate in his hands. Barbosa smiles and shakes his head “yes” as he spins Drake around. Barbosa spins himself around and reaches up for Drake’s neck! He drops him with a hangman’s neckbreaker! He quickly recovers and covers Drake for the pin,
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Barbosa stands up off of Drake and walks over to grab one of the three chairs in the ring. He picks up one of them and makes his way over to Constantine, who has made his way to another corner in the ring. He seems to still be sulking over the wound caused by the inverted atomic drop. Barbosa picks him up by his chin and puts his back into a turnbuckle. He then proceeds to grab the steel chair with both hands and sends the top of it into the neck of Constantine. Constantine grabs the chair in order to hold off pressure, but Barbosa is pushing hard! The referee gets into the action and begins counting a five for Barbosa to stop the choke. Barbosa finally releases the chair choke right before the five is counted. He walks away from Constantine and holds the chair up in the air for a pop from the crowd. He then returns to his prey and goes for the chair choke once again, but this time Constantine is ready. He puts up his hands and grabs the top part of the chair while Barbosa holds onto the bottom. They tussles and tug on the chair until Constantine finally overpowers him and yanks it from the madman. This causes Barbosa to stumble backwards a little bit, but an inch is all that Drake needs!
Connor: Drake from behind with the rollup!
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Constantine kicks Drake off of Barbosa and halts his chance at victory. This causes Drake to roll away and Barbosa tries to quickly get up to regain his composure. Constantine sends the steel chair he has into the gut of the now-standing schizo. Constantine then proceeds to drop the chair in front of Barbosa and tuck his head underneath his right arm! Constantine pulls Barbosa into a sick flowing DDT onto the steel chair! The sound of bone hitting metal echos throughout the arena.
Cohen: What a beautiful DDT by The King!
Constantine picks himself up to his feet, but we see Drake run in once again and meet Constantine as he gets into a standing position. Drake delivers a little bit of Constantine’s own medicine with a snap DDT into the ring mat. He then frantically crawls over and rolls Barbosa onto his back and looks to capitalize on his weakened condition for the cover,
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Drake is shocked by Barbosa’s resilience. He yells at the referee and then makes the count again,
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Drake doesn’t know what is going on as he gets pulled by his legs and off of Barbosa. The culprit is Constantine! The crowd doesn’t know whether to boo or cheer. Drake turns over on his back and kicks the king away from him. This causes Constantine to stumble backwards. Drake then hops back onto his feet, but Constantine returns in a sprint! He connects with the forearm for a running lariat on Drake, which causes him to flip and crash onto the ring mat! We see Constantine muttering under his breath as he goes to pick up one of the steel chairs in the ring. He grabs it and returns to Drake, who has started to crawl back up to his feet after the devastating lariat. Constantine grabs the chair tight and sends a stiff shot into the back of Drake! The crowd gasps as Drake cringes and drops to his knees. He slowly crawls away from Constantine and tries to get back up to his feet. He finally reaches some ropes and pulls himself up into a hunched over position. Constantine swings back the chair once more and SMACK! The blow this time sends Drake falling through the middle ropes and falling to the outside. Constantine watches him crash down onto the outside mat, but then turns his attention to Barbosa. He is shocked to find that Barbosa is now standing and has his own steel chair in hand!
Connor: It’s an old fashioned standoff!
Cohen: Come on Constantine, knock some sanity into that crazy freak!
They both wiggle their respective chairs as they center the middle of the ring. Finally, Constantine goes for the first strike as he swings his chair horizontally at the shoulders and head of Barbosa, but Barbosa ducks! Barbosa springs back up to his feet and tries to send his own chair into the gut of Constantine, but Constantine backs away in a dodging move. They then both take their chairs and swing back and then swing forward! CLASH! They connect with their chairs and pull back for another go. CLASH! Another connection.
Connor: It’s like a sword fight with chairs!
Clash! They scoot a few steps, Clash! Clash! Clash! They are both breathing heavily now as they go in to clash once more! This time Barbosa tenses up and goes for the home run! He gets there a tad bit earlier than Constantine with the swing and knocks the chair right out of his hands. The chair goes flying towards the ropes and slides underneath the bottom one and out of the ring. Constantine has only a moment to be shocked because Barbosa already has a plan in motion. He steps closer to Constantine, but surprisingly drops his own chair to the side. He reaches up and grabs the arms of Constantine and pulls him forward and onto the ground! In a pretzel like fashion he locks in the Bipolar Disorder! Everyone is on their feet as Constantine wiggles like mad in-order to get out of the deadly submission!
Connor: He has the Locoplata locked in! Constantine is helpless!
The crowd suddenly turns from a roaring frenzy into a booing parade as they spot Justin Cooper and Alex Bowen running down the ramp and sliding into the ring with steel chairs. Barbosa notices them and lets Constantine out of the submission, but it is too late. Cooper and Bowen greet him with chair shots galore!
Connor: Despicable!
Cohen: No disqualification CC. They are just playing by the rules!
Barbosa eats chair shot after chair shot as the crowd just boos. Constantine finally gingerly gets back up to his feet and finds his own chair. He joins in on the assault.
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The crowd shoots out thunder as the robot runs as fast as he can down the ramp in order to help his ally. He also has a steel chair in hand. He finally gets into the ring and Bowen sends a stiff kick to his gut, but S.H.I.T. no sells it and responds with a chair shot into the shoulder of Bowen, which causes him to fall to the floor and roll out of the ring. Cooper comes up to help but, S.H.I.T. sends a chair shot to him as well. He suffers the same fate as Bowen! The robot turns around, but there is Constantine with a chair shot into the body of S.H.I.T. This causes the robot to fall to his knees from the impact of the blow. Constantine spits out at him and turns around, but Barbosa has miraculously made his way back to his feet with his own chair. He goes to swing at Constantine, but the king gets wise and backs away. He drops down and rolls out of the ring, where Cooper and Bowen are also tending to their wounds. Constantine shouts out, “I’m done playing management’s games!” The whole cast of The Empire then proceed to walk up the ramp and shout curses out at the fans along their way. We return to the ring and see Barbosa helping his robotic ally up to his feet. S.H.I.T. begins scanning around the arena and spots The Empire exiting through the curtains up at the top. He shouts, “New Objective” and then proceeds to exit the ring and make his way up the ramp. Barbosa walks over to the side of the ropes that faces the entrance ramp and watches S.H.I.T. walk away. The crowd perks up as the camera reveals that Drake has returned inside of the ring and has a chair in his hands.
Connor: Look out Barbosa!
Drake catches him just as he turns around and shoves the steel into his gut! Barbosa bends over from the shot. Drake proceeds to toss the chair out in front of Barbosa and goes to stand next to him. He puts his right foot in front of Barbosa’s left and then drops him down with a forward russian leg sweep on the steel chair! The crowd boos as Drake remains on the ground and smiles at Barbosa laying face down on the steel chair. He shouts, “You didn’t believe me!”
Cohen: I think the damage is just too much CC. Barbosa took a bushel of chair shots from The Empire, and how he has Drake licking his chops.
Connor: It doesn’t look good at all.
Drake gets up to his feet and reaches down to pick up the limp Barbosa back to his feet. He sets him up for a suplex type of move. However, we quickly learn what it really is. He picks him up and drops Barbosa with the Faded Memory on the steel chair down below! The crowd gasps over the impact. Drake makes the cover,
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The bell rings as Drake gets up to his feet. The referee tries to raise his hand but he jerks it away.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall, Drake Callahan!
Cohen: Drake Callahan is the past, present, and future baby!
We see the referee checking on Barbosa, but Drake intervenes and pushes the referee away. He stomps on Barbosa and then points at him. “You should've believed me!” The referee tells him to back off and Drake just rolls his eyes as he makes his way over to the ropes on the announcer’s side. He gets out of the ring and yells at the fans. “Why don’t you believe me?!”
He walks up to the announcer’s table and points at Connor. “You don’t believe me do you Connor?” She doesn’t know what to say, but is totally caught off guard whenever Drake yells and proceeds to grab the top of the announcer’s table and rip it off. He throws it off to the side. He then looks over at a camera that is filming him. He walks up to it and grabs it from the camera man. We switch shots and see him throwing the camera down on the ground. “Now do you believe me!”
Connor: Drake has lost it!
Drake storms around the ring and begins making his way up the ramp and yells out at the crowd, “I’m not crazy!” The camera follows him all the way up the ramp and through the curtains.
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We cut backstage where Drake Callahan is furiously stomping through the area, a bewildered look on his face as he glares at the various stage hands and crew.
Drake: Why won't any of you believe me?!? The truth is right in front of you!
He grabs hold of a camera man and pushes him up against the wall, holding him by his collar.
Drake: El Califa is Ty Burna! Why can't any of you see it?!? I will make you all believe me! Even if I have to do it myself!
Drake releases him and stags his camera way. He holds it up to his face and looks into it.
Drake: I'm not crazy! I'm enlightened!
???: I believe you.
Drake turns his head to a darkened corner, a sadistic smile forming on his face. He proceeds to set he camera down on something. The camera only allows us to see Drake as he looks off-camera.
Drake: You?
He takes the moment in for a moment, but then he reaches out his hand off-camera and appears to shake the hand of whoever it is. Drake starts to laugh as he pulls away and walks out of the camera view. We just see the empty part of the hallway as we hear Drake's laugh in the background.
Cohen: Who was it?!
Connor: This can't bode well for El Califa Dragon.
Cohen: Drake's been right this whole time and now someone is finally on his side.
Connor: We're running out of time folks. I hope you enjoyed our show tonight. Don't forget that Showtime will defend the World Title against Celeste and Saboteur on Aftershock!
We get the copyright information at the bottom of the screen and then the show ends.
