Every single WZCW wrestler & notable personnel stands at the top of the stage with Mr. Banks standing in front of everyone with a microphone.
Banks: Before we begin Kingdom Come VII, we'd like to take a moment of silence as we perform the Ten Bell Salute for those who lost their lives in France due to the recent terror attacks.
Everybody in the audience and all WZCW personnel hang their heads in silence to pray as the timekeeper tolls the bell as a sign of respect.
A few seconds after the last toll, Mr Banks thanks everybody for their co-operation as the screen fades out.
The massive fireworks display runs rampant all over the stage as well as atop the opening of the Olympic Stadium, with an array of colours bursting into the air. The crowd cheers loudly as the presentation finishes and everybody in the arena - all from across the globe - are excited to get things going. The camera pans to various members of the audience with all their signs, merchandise and even a few cosplayers dressed up as their favourite WZCW wrestlers before giving one overlooking shot of the entrance + ring.
Copeland:Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the biggest stage in WZCW, Kingdom Come VII! My name is Sebastian Copeland and I'm here with my broadcast partners the lovely Catherine Conner & the magnificent Jack Cohen and we thank you for joining us on the WZCW Network on this very special night.
Cohen:This is my favourite night of the year, Seabass! The greatest spectacle in our profession is here and the matches lined up tonight are going to dazzle and amaze!
Connor:Rivalries will finally come to ahead, personal friendships will be thrown out the window and competitors will pull out the stops to win the most prestigious championships & accolades on offer! Don't expect anybody to hold back, especially in the Mayhem Rules & Last Man Standing encounters.
Cohen:And what's more, the King for a Day Elimination Chamber is back where it belongs at Kingdom Come this year as well as the traditional multi-team tag match for the vacant World Tag Team titles. I can't wait!
Copeland:Well, let's not keep anybody waiting! No fancy stuff nor anybody coming out here to talk. We are kicking things off with our very first contest of the evening! Mr. Harrys, take it away!
We head to the ring where long-time WZCW ring-announcer Truman Harrys is dressed in his best tuxedo and eagerly awaits to call the first match of the night.
Harrys: Introducing first, the WZCW Eurasian champion, from London, England, weighing 223lbs pounds, The Sexy Johnny Scumm!
The lights pulse in rhythm with the music, being completely insensitive to epileptics in the audience, as Scumm dances his way to the ring, his EurAsian Title being the only thing covering his man thong. He gets to the ring and grinds on referee Keith Morse, who does his best to get away.
Copeland:Such an odd choice of an entrance for the champ, especially as we kick off the biggest event of the year.
Cohen:Scumm has been acting strangely lately.
Connor:My eyes, they burn!
The lights change to a gold color and spin around like a spotlight. The focus is on the titantron as the warm-up kicks in.
When the 20th century fox music has stopped a pan of the Olympic stadium now shows there's a red carpet rolled out towards the ring.
A crowd of photographers come out and line their way along the red carpet.
Harrys: And the challenger, from Keystone City Kansas, 2014 Hall of Famer...Titus Avison.
The crowd has a small rumbling of boo's until Titus' theme hits then, once he appears, the boo's get louder.
Titus Avison walks out and the flashes from the photographers kick start the booing crowd into also taking photos. Titus walks down the ramp with a cocky swagger refusing to acknowledge the crowd. He steps into the ring and looks at Johnny Scumm in the eyes. Avison laughs in his face.
Copeland:I never thought I would see the day. Boos for Titus at Kingdom Come.
Cohen:That's Titus Avison to you Seabass. Now hush, we are in the presence of greatness.
Connor:Well I think...
Cohen:I said hush!
The two men come together in the center of the ring. They stare each other down and as the referee turns his back to call for the bell, Titus connects with a big closed fist to the testicles of Scumm out of view of the referee, doubling him over. The crowd boos at the use of cheap tactics.
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Referee Morse turns around to see Titus connects with the Tit Drop almost straight away! He makes the cover!
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Connor:What the hell? Titus had this match won!
Cohen:Titus Avison is a good guy, I'm sure he just wants to give Scumm a sporting chance.
Titus can be seen shaking his head no as he lifts Scumm, who is completely out, to his feet. He begins to hammer away with huge rights. He backs Scumm into the ropes, before Irish whipping him across the ring. Off the rebound and Titus connects with a spinning wheel kick. Kneeling next to Scumm, Mr. Avison begins to choke him. He waits until the ref gets to a count of four before he releases the choke hold.
Copeland:Titus is just toying with Scumm at this point.
Titus throws a vicious elbow that cuts Scumm open above his right eye. As blood trickles into his eye, Titus grabs him by his mohawk and throws him into the nearest corner. He works him over with rights and lefts, the referee being forced to step in and break them up as Titus ignores the five count. Titus laughs as Scumm collapses and the crowd begins to boo.
Connor:Scumm is a bloody mess, this is getting sickening.
Cohen:I kind of like it. Titus is tired of not being taken seriously, he is here to prove a point.
With Scumm trying to crawl away, Avison runs and soccer kicks him in the head. The referee tries to pull Titus away to check on Scumm but Titus shoves the ref away and kneels beside his foe and begins to throw right hands directly into the open cut above the eye of Scumm. Finally the referee pulls Titus away and warns him about a potential disqualification. Titus innocently throws his hands up and smiles. He picks Scumm up and throws him into the near corner and takes his sweet time setting up a big chop to the chest. In this time Scumm is able to recover his wits and starts to throw whatever he has left in the tank into right hands. He backs Titus up before he hops to the top rope, looking for something big. Titus simply throws himself into the ropes however, crotching Scumm. Titus then climbs to the top with Scumm. The two are teetering dangerously up top, until Titus hits a super Tit Drop! Scumm is driven face first into the mat, his feet still hung on the top rope. Before Titus can even attempt further punishment, referee Keith Morse runs in and throws Titus aside, and checks on Scumm, who is motionless. He waves his hands to call off the match and makes the X sign above his head.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Keith Morse has called off the match due to serious injury to Johnny Scumm. Therefore your winner and NEW WZCW EurAsian Champion, Titus Avison!
Boos reign down and Titus raises his arms. A ringside attendant hands him the belt, which Titus snatches and holds high above his head. As Titus celebrates, the medical crew make their way to the ring to check on Scumm. They roll him over, and his face is a crimson mask.
Copeland:Well Titus is the new champion, but I refuse to call him a winner after that display.
Cohen:I for one applaud Mr. Avison for his courageous victory here tonight.
Connor:It looks like he may not be done either guys.
Titus has followed the medical team up the ramp as they stretchered Scumm out. Titus then shoves the medical team aside, catching one of them with a swift kick to the balls, before he rips the neck brace off of Scumm. He then takes the stretcher and pushes it off the ramp, sending a defenseless Scumm crashing at least fifteen feet into the sound equipment. He raises his arms above his head and spits down at Scumm in a last act of defiance before he leaves behind the curtain, taking his EurAsian title with him. The lights in the arena flicker and the video on the tron begins to cut in and out.
Copeland:Can we get some help out here for Scumm?
Cohen:Forget Scumm! The lighting equipment needs re-wiring!
Harrys: Introducing first from Bollywood, India, weighing 251 pounds, The Showbiz Himself Veejay!
Pyro hits before the entire arena goes dark. Veejay enters a dark arena in hooded robe with his back turned away, arms widespread and the LED on the back of the robe displaying "The Showbiz in Montreal" He bounces in rhythm to a white pulsating light before he makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans. He slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pops off his hood. The stitches he received recently still visible. He removes his robe and hands it to Saffron, who as always accompanied him to the ring.
Copeland:Fans clearly showing their support for Veejay here tonight.
Connor:And you know Veejay will be looking to use that crowd support to help him exact some revenge on Howard after the brutal attack after Ascension one hundred.
Cohen:Fat chance. Howard in an animal, and will easily pick apart the Bollywood pretty boy.
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Harrys: And his opponent, from Leeds, England, weighing 223 pounds, James Howard!
The crowd boos heavily as Howard makes his way onto the stage, dragging a large crowbar behind him. He stops at the top of the ramp and pops off his hood as pyro erupts behind him. He makes his way to the ring, ignoring the boos. He points to Veejay, then at his own head, before he swings the crowbar like a bat. He then drops it and slides into the ring, throwing his jacket aside and immediately getting in Veejay's face.
Copeland:Referee Katie Shepard having a hard time keeping these two separated. They are very heated.
Cohen:I like this type of action. Two guys who just hate each other. I still believe Howard is too much of a monster of Veejay though.
Connor:To think this started over Howard being left off of Ascension one hundred, so he took his revenge via a crowbar to the face.
As Shepard does her best to separate the two, Howard sneaks in a cheap shot as the bell is rung.
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Thanks to the cheap shot, Howard is in control early with some jabs, showcasing his MMA background. He keeps Veejay at distance with his reach, popping him with some good shots. Veejay is unable to close the gap without getting caught flush with a right hand. Howard then shoots for a takedown and manages to get it, landing in Veejay's guard. He throws some elbows, clearly targeting the stitched up area. Veejay does a good job of blocking the elbows and eventually working his legs up and pushing Howard away. They scramble and Veejay ends up using his weight advantage to end up in a superior position in a grapple. He throws a couple of short left hands to maintain control in a sloppy muay thai plum. He then throws a big knee that wobbles Howard, allowing Veejay to connect with a takedown of his own. He then begins to throw elbows from Howard's guard. They come sharp and fast, doing sufficient damage. Howard manages to wiggle toward the ropes, forcing a break. Veejay throws one last elbow, causing a slight gash above the left eye of Howard.
Copeland:It appears that a small cut has been opened above the eye of Howard. A little payback for Veejay here early.
Cohen:I hate to say it, but that may start to impair his vision, which will obviously make things harder for Howard as this match goes on.
With both men back on their feet, Howard wipes the area above his eye before the begin to circle. They quickly tie up, and Veejay again gets the advantage. He Irish whips Howard into the ropes. Off the rebound he connects with a hip toss, which he uses to carry over into an armbar. As he wrenches back on the hold, he starts to lean back, and uses his legs, he wraps Howard's head in a scissors position and starts to throw downward elbows at the head of Howard. He throws two, three, four, five in total before he releases the the hold and allows Howard to get to his feet. A couple of weak punches from Howard do nothing to deter Veejay from Irish whipping Howard into the corner. He then measures a big elbow to the side of the head, before he throws him to the mat and hops to the second turnbuckle. He leaps off and connects with a big elbow. He goes for a cover...
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Copeland:It appears that Veejay is content to work the head and neck of Howard here in the early going.
Connor:Smart strategy as Howard has had issues with his neck in the past.
With both men on their feet and Howard still locked in the hold, Veejay throws a big right hand to the top of the head, and follows up with a clothesline on the staggered Howard. He then takes a moment to back up before he drops a big leaping knee onto the head of Howard. He looks for another cover...
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Again Howard manages to get a shoulder up, but he is holding his head, clearly feeling the effects of the shots to the head. Veejay grabs the head and lifts Howard to his feet. He then looks for a kick to the midsection to set something up but Howard catches the foot. Veejay tries for an enziguri, but Howard ducks. He quickly slips behind and wraps his arms around Veejay's waist. He lifts and connects with a beautiful German suplex. He forgoes the bridge however and instead gets to his feet and starts to stomp away at the midsection of his opponent. Veejay crawls to the ropes, forcing the ref to step in and force a break, but Howard keeps stomping away until the count of four. With Veejay using the ropes to stand, Howard runs and clotheslines both men over the top rope. Howard manages to land on his feet however and quickly gets his foe on their feet. He Irish whips him hard into the barricade. He uses a couple of hooks to the body to soften Veejay up, before he grabs him by the back of the head and slams him face first into the steel steps at ringside. He slams him a second time, this time Veejay's face catches the corner of the steps, and blood begins to trickle from his forehead. Howard smiles wickedly as he wipes some of the blood from his own eye, before he licks it from his hand, much to the disgust of the crowd.
Connor:I might be sick.
Cohen:That a boy James, show him you mean business.
With Veejay's head resting on the steel steps and the referee only at a count of six, Howard climbs onto to apron, and places his foot on the head of Veejay, grinding it into the steel. He puts all his weight on his foot as he takes a big step over Veejay, again forcing his head into the cold, unforgiving steel. Just before the count of ten, Howard rolls in and back out of the ring to break the count. The referee admonishes him, but he simply waves her off and goes back on the assault. He slams Veejay's head off the Spanish announce table before he Irish whips him into the steel post. As Howard begins to rain down stiff right hands to the open cut of Veejay, Saffron pleads with Howard to let him go. Howard catches eyes with her and slowly begins to advance upon the innocent girlfriend of Veejay. He grabs her by a handful of her hair.
Copeland:I knew James Howard was sick in the head, but this is too much. She is an innocent bystander.
Cohen:She knew the risk when she came out here.
Veejay is struggling to get to his feet, as Howard drags Saffron along by her hair. Finally he gets to his feet and charges at Howard to save his girlfriend, but Howard throws her in the way, causing Veejay to stop short. This allows Howard to hit a bone rattling roundhouse kick, causing Veejay to collapse on top of Saffron. Howard rolls back into the ring and urges the ref to count faster....
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Veejay just manages to get back into the ring, diving in before the count of ten. Howard, frustrated, begins to argue with the referee. This affords Veejay the time he needs to get back onto his feet and regain his wits. He creeps up on Howard and locks him in a full nelson. Howard struggles to free himself. Just as it appears that Howard will get free, Veejay picks him up and slams him down hard. As the former Elite X champ gets back to a seated position, Veejay runs and connects with a big boot to the face. He takes a moment to wipe some of the blood from his face before he gets Howard back on his feet. He connects with a DDT, putting Howard back down, and he goes for a cover...
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Copeland:I'll give Howard credit, he is staying in this match.
Cohen:He is a fighter Seabass, and that is what fighters do.
Connor:Veejay looks like he is ready to set up something big though.
On cue, Veejay lifts Howard onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He is looking for the Victory Lap. Howard fights it though by throwing elbows to the side of Veejay's head. Veejay is forced to let him down, which allows Howard to connect with a kick to the gut, and then hit the TKO! He uses it to set up the Tenzan Choke perfectly! Veejay is in trouble! Veejay tries everything he can to fight the hold, but Howard has it locked in tight. The Bollywood star appears to be fading as he tries to roll over. He manages to roll Howard over and release some of the pressure from the choke. He struggles but finally manages to get a foot on the bottom rope to break up the hold. One! Two! Three! Four! Fi-Howard reluctantly releases the hold. Howard pulls Veejay back to the center of the ring, looking to lock the choke in again, but Veejay kicks Howard away, inadvertently sending him into the referee, knocking her down.
Cohen:Referee down! Referee down!
On the outside, Saffron releases this is her moment for revenge and picks up the crowbar that Howard brought to the ring. She climbs onto the apron and takes a swing and connects...with Veejay! Howard managed to duck, leaving Saffron to drill Veejay right between the eyes, knocking him out cold. Howard shoves Saffron from the apron before he locks in the Tenzan Choke once again. Veejay is out, offering no fight whatsoever. Katie Shepard finally comes to after a few moments and checks the arm of Veejay. It falls limp and she quickly calls for the bell.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, James Howard!
Copeland:Not like this!
Cohen:I told you Howard was a fighter. A well deserved Kingdom Come victory.
Connor:Both men left bloodied, but Howard uses a miscue to steal a victory.
Howard finally releases the hold and shoves the referee's arm aside as she tries to raise his hand. He raises both arms high above his head, before he steps over Veejay's lifeless body and walks up the ramp to a chorus of boos.
Copeland:Well, ladies and gentlemen, on a regular night, I would say that a match can't get any more personal than this one. But this is no regular night and Kingdom Come is charged with emotions this year.
Connor:I could not agree more, Seabass. Black has taken to his soapbox in recent weeks and months and put himself out there to be a target. It seems as though Hunnicut has made it his mission to shut him up once and for all.
Cohen:Either way, this match is not going to be a wrestling classic. These two are going to tear each other limb from limb until only one is victorious.
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Abel Hunnicutt emerges from the entrance way with his manager Steven Holmes in tow, walking out with his cane as the crowd boos their arrival. No spotlight or taunts, just Abel Hunnicutt heading straight for the ring with a determined focus whilst Holmes follows behind.
Harrys: Introducing first from Dead Horse, Alaska, weighing 267 pounds, Abel Hunnicutt!
Copeland:Abel looks intensely focused on the task at hand. No flashy gimmicks or pizazz for his entrance like others have done so far, which is quite different to what his manager was known for at Kingdom Come events.
Cohen:Who needs a cool entrance when you can simply walk out here and beat your opponent to a pulp? Not to mention, you get more money out of the paycheck this week.
Connor:Somehow the look on Abel's face doesn't tell me he's doing this to save money.
Holmes does not entire the ring this time, staying at ringside as Abel enters the ring and waits for his opponent in the middle.
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Some cheers but a majority of boos head the way of Garth Black as he emerges from the entrance way, stopping to stare at his opponent before cracking his knuckles & neck. Black begins walking down the ramp with a purpose.
Harrys: And his opponent, from the Last Chance Saloon, weighing 15 stone, Garth Black!
Connor:This is the kind of match where neither competitor will be able to utilise the crowd on their side. I guess the support will go to whoever delivers the more exciting moves.
Copeland:Nothing will be flashy about this match. Black wants a chance to gain retribution for the backstage ambushes on Abel as well as use this opportunity to show the company he deserves much more than he's been given.
Cohen:Well, it's put up or shut up time for Black tonight; this is his chance to prove he's more than just all talk.
Black makes his way to the bottom of the ramp and looks at the hulking mass of humanity that waits for him in the middle of the ring. Hunnicut refuses to take his eyes off of his opponent; the WZCW veteran. Suddenly, Black rolls under the bottom rope and makes a dash for the WZCW rookie. Stunned by Black's sudden attack, Hunnicut staggers backwards under the bombardment from his opponent. Surveying the attack, the referee has no choice but to official start the match.
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Lefts and rights are thrown with malice and without mercy as Black drives Hunnicut towards the ropes and continues to pound on him. Hunnicut hits the ropes and Black dives at him with a diving elbow that sends Hunnicut straight through the ropes and onto the apron. Sensing danger, Hunnicut rolls from the apron and finds his feet on the outside of the ring. The crowd seem really into the fiery beginning to this match and let the wrestlers know it. Black shakes his head in disgust as Hunnicut wipes a treacle of blood from his lip and begins walking around the ring whilst looking at his opponent.
Cohen:What a start in this match.
Connor:Well, we told you that Black couldn't wait to get his hands on his opponent and that has been supported by his blistering start to the match.
The referee, Keith Morse, begins to use his count as Hunnicut continues to walk around the outside of the ring. Hunnicut, however, does not seem too phased by the count as he continues to study his opponent before making his way to the steel steps. Not willing to allow the match to be taken from his hands, Black immediately runs up the turnbuckles and tosses himself from the top rope straight onto the unsuspecting body of his opponent. The two men crash to the unprotected floor with a great impact as the crowd comes alive to show their appreciation for the huge risk and huge reward. Black shoots back to his feet and raises his hands in celebration. The crowd can't help but pop for the WZCW veteran but it doesn't seem to satiate the man from Wales. Hunnicut begins to roll on the floor in attempt to get back to his feet but Black is on him in a flash; nailing him with stomp after stomp in pure adrenaline and anger. After landing around 7 or 8 fast-paced stomps, Black lets out another guttural roar that tells you everything you need to know about his emotions tonight. Grabbing his opponent by the hair, Black picks him up and then uses his own body to slam Hunnicut into the ring apron; his back taking all of the impact. The crowd takes a sharp intake of breath as a pained roar from Hunnicut fills the arena this time. Black uses the opportunity to toss Hunnicut back into the ring and then turns his back on him as he expects the crowd to react for him.
Copeland:You cannot deny that Black has been utterly fired up for tonight's match. He has raced out of the gates here tonight and shows no signs of slowing down any time soon. This could be a short match if Hunnicut can't find his feet.
Connor:Black just needs to make sure that he keeps himself focussed on the issue at hand. He seems too involved with what everyone here in Canada thinks of him, rather than putting the screws to the man who has blighted him for so long.
Black finally stops remonstrating with the crowd and rolls under the bottom rope of the ring. But Hunnicut is ready for him and immediately jumps on him as he attempts to get back to his feet. The big man from Deadhorse, Alaska nails Black with some powerful shots to the ribs as his brawling technique comes straight to the fore. Black struggles to find an escape but eventually wriggles free from the hold of his opponent and uses the ropes to get back to his feet; seemingly in somewhat of a daze. But Hunnicut knows that he has to use this opportunity to get the better of his opponent and immediately nails him with a big boot of his own. Black hits the canvas for the first time in the match and the crowd seem stunned at the rate of which this match seems to have been turned on it's head. Sparing no time for mercy. Hunnicut lets a look of determination cross his features as Black struggles back to his feet. If Black wasn't in a daze before, then he certainly is now. Black gets back to his feet whilst clutching his chin but the rookie takes the opportunity to nail Black with a swinging neckbreaker that takes Black to the canvas one more time. Not content with the punishment he has doled out, Hunnicut lumbers to his feet and moves across to the near ropes. Getting onto the second turn-buckle he throws himself from his elevated position and brings down an elbow into the chest and heart of his Kingdom Come opponent. The crowd get to their feet as the man trained by Steven Holmes covers his opponent for the first fall of the match. 1... 2... Kick out from Black with not a room for comfort.
Cohen:Cat, I have to give it to you. I thought that Black would have his emotions in check tonight, given his history inside the ring. But he is the one to blame for allowing Abel back into this match. Whatever punishment comes to him now is blood soaked entirely on his own hands.
Connor:It just shows you, Jack, when you get to this level, the slightest mistake can really be instrumental in your own downfall. Garth is going to have to battle back from this one if he has any hopes of taking the win here tonight and justifying the match.
Copeland:I have watched Garth Black for many years here in WZCW. And let me tell you, if anyone can do it then it is Garth Black.
Hunnicut gets to his knees but knows that he cannot allow the veteran to get any breathing space as he turns up the heat on the Welshman. Grabbing Black by the hair and dragging him across the ring, Hunnicut looks as though he has dangerous thoughts on his mind and the fans know it. Booing loudly now, the fans seem to be willing Black back into this match. But all hopes of that seem to evaporate as Hunnicut, once again, goes to the second rope and brings himself down with fearful impact onto the chest of his opponent in a gruesome double stomp. Black rolls on the canvas clutching his chest as Hunnicut finally allows a smile to cross his features. Once again, the crowd play their part in making this a special occasion and give Hunnicut a piece of their mind. Rather unceremoniously, Hunnicut moves towards Black once more and puts his massive boot over the chest of his opponent in a pinning predicament. Mr. Morse counts the fall as the fans continue to boo. 1... Kick out with relative ease from Black! Truth be told, Hunnicut doesn't seem too bothered by Black kicking out of his pinning effort as the smile on his face is replaced by a derisory laugh at the fans at ringside and at Black himself. But soon the smile of Hunnicut disappears as he begins focussing his mind on how best to inflict more punishment on his opponent. Grabbing him by the hair, Hunnicut pulls him to his feet and immediately locks in an abdominal stretch that puts Black in a world of trouble...
Copeland:We've seen Hunnicut use this move before, ladies and gentlemen. And with the chest and torso of Garth Black, seemingly, the target for Hunnicut tonight, e could see this match end right here.
Cohen: I've been in this hold on more than one occasion, Seabass, and let me tell you, there is no more painful hold in the business. You literally feel as though your chest and stomach is about to burst open as the move is executed. Black needs to find a way out of this hold before Hunnicut makes sure of it.
Connor:What is really sickening is that Hunnicut seems happy with his work so far. After a shaky start, he has shown himself to be a true graduate of the Steven Holmes school of wrestling. He seems to be enjoying himself out there.
In the middle of the ring, Black is a sitting duck to the destructive nature of the submission hold from his opponent. Hunnicut continues to flash his grin towards the fans as he levers back the arm of Black and piles yet more pressure onto the abdominals and chest of his experienced opponent; the black of his teeth adding a horribly sickening element to his pleasure. Black looks to be in all kinds of agony as the move drags on but he is so far from salvation of the ropes and the break of the hold. The fans are trying to get a chant going but that is stopped as Hunnicut viciously begins slapping the side of his opponent and grabbing at the bruised flesh. Bringing his hand up into the air one more time, the crowd know what is coming. He brings it down on the bruised area and grabs at the skin one more time. Holding it for what seems like an eternity, Hunnicut brings his hand up one more time; really enjoying himself now. But as he goes to bring his hand down , Black seemingly finds a weakness in the move and rolls through it until both men find themselves on their feet and, more importantly, on an even playing field. The crowd burst into life as Hunnicut swings a heavy arm at Black; looking to nail him with a meat-hook clothesline. But Black knows that he has to make the most of the momentary lapse of concentration and manages to duck under the attack. As Hunnicut turns around, Black immediately hits his with a Russian leg sweep that takes both men to the canvas. Black gets back to his feet as the crowd continue to come alive. The pace of the match begins to pick up as Black waits for Hunnicut to rise once more. As he does, Black runs at him and nails the big man with a beautiful judo throw that sends him sprawling across the ring. Hunnicut gets to his feet and looks to be on the wrong end of a beating now as Black goes for the Hurricarana. But as he twists and weaves around the body of his opponent, Hunnicut reverses it and nails Black with sickening side-walk slam. What noise that was created from the momentary burst of pace from Black disappears as Hunnicut, once again, gains control of the match in sickening fashion.
Connor:Wow!
Copeland:Just when everyone inside this arena thought that Black was going to fight his way back into this match, the man trained by Steven Holmes shows us just why he is being considered for the Rookie of the Year award by WZCW.
Cohen: That was a beautiful reversal by the big man. He didn't lose track of himself in that burst of energy and knew that he had done all of the necessary scouting to ensure that Black would walk back into his trap. You have to give Abel a lot of credit for that. He looks dumb as a hat-rack but he knows his way around a wrestling ring.
Hunnicut looks down at Black and begins laughing manically again as the crowd show their frustration and anger at Hunnicut seemingly dominating this match. Hunnicut gets to his feet once more and grabs Black in a similar fashion as he did before and looks as though he is going to try for the abdominal stretch once again. But, suddenly, Black rolls him up and looks for the win. Keith Morse jumps into action as the WZCW veteran goes for the win! 1... 2... Kick out with absolutely no time to spare from Abel Hunnicut. Hunnicut immediately pops out of the hold and springs back to his feet and, again, looks inflict more punishment to Black with another big boot. This time, however, Black moves out of the way of the hold and nails Hunnicut with a belly to back suplex that, once again, sends Hunnicut halfway across the canvas. The crowd seem to rally behind the fighting spirit of the Welshman but that move may have did more damage to Black than it did to the rookie. Black gets to one knee and puts his arm across his stomach and chest area as a grimace begins to form on his features. Hunnicut doesn't seem so quick back to his feet this time as the match begins to take it's toll on the man from Deadhorse. Both men struggle to their feet for their own respective reasons and Hunnicut looks a little dazed. Black staggers back into the corner of the ring as he still clutches at his stomach. Hunnicut seems to clear his senses and makes a dash for the unsuspecting Black. But Black seems to have baited the trap for his opponent and moves out of the way of the splash at the very last moment, causing Hunnicut to make terrifying impact with the turnbuckles. The crowd burst into life once more as Hunnicut rests in the corner and Black mounts him. Punch after punch rains down on the rookie!
Black jumps down from turn-buckle and nails Hunnicut with a swift kick to the side of his head and then immediately follows it up with a beautifully executed monkey flip and sends Hunnicut back to the canvas one more time. 12 STEP PROGRAMME! The crowd seem on tenterhooks as Black hurriedly crawls across the canvas and throws and arm over the torso of his opponent! 1... 2... Kick out by Abel Hunnicut!
Copeland:So, so close to that being enough take home a massive Kingdom Come victory for Garth Black. He has continued to show us just why he is considered to be one of the most resilient men in the history of this company.
Cohen: If he were that smart, Seabass, he would have hooked the leg there. He made it far too easy for Abel to kick out of that pinning attempt. And if there is one man that you don't want to invite back into a match, then it is this big haus. He might pay the price for that rookie mistake. I expected more from him.
Connor:This match has been utterly invigorating. Who knows what way it will twist and turn until we finally decide a winner...
Black gets back to his knees and runs his hands through his short red hair in frustration. BY the expression on his face, Black must have thought that would have been enough to put his opponent away but it was not to be. Getting to his feet now, Black lies in wait for his stunned opponent; who is only just beginning to stir on the canvas. Suddenly, a light goes off inside the head of Garth Black and it looks as though he is shaping up to end this match whilst the opportunity has presented itself. Still holding his stomach from the assault earlier in the match, Black allows Hunnicut to stagger back to his feet, making sure that he is behind him at all times. As Hunnicut finally turns around to face Black in a state of confusion, Black slowly hoists him him up onto his shoulders. The crowd cannot believe what they are seeing as Black looks for the BLACK OUT! But suddenly, Black collapses in a heap, clutching his stomach and letting out a huge roar of pain. On his knees, Black looks like a beaten man. Hunnicut looks as Black and quickly gets to his vertical base. Black knows that he has to recuperate quickly and tries to get to his feet. But Hunnicut is waiting for him! Hunnicut tosses Black onto his shoulders as the crowd stand silently. THE WORLD'S END connects!! Black lies flat on his back as Hunnicut falls backwards due to the impact of the move. His eyes are glazed over and drool is spilling from the mouth of the man trained by Steven Holmes and rolls onto his dingy beard. A smile quickly forms on his face as he crawls over his opponent. Keith Morse does the honours and counts the fall. This match is over! 1... 2...
Kick out from Black! The crowd jump to their feet as Hunnicut lets a look of utter shock cross his features. The chest of Hunnicut begins to heave in pure shock as he looks over to the lifeless body of the Welshman!
Cohen:I am absolutely speechless!
Connor:I cannot believe that Garth Black has kicked out of that move. We have seen so many wrestlers fall victim to that move and I thought for sure that Garth was going to be added onto that list.
Copeland: This match has been a tremendous contest and has proved to be everything that Black and Hunnicut promised us it would be. Brutal and absorbing to say the least. But you have to wonder what is left in the tank of Black. He may have kicked out of the World's End but he surely might have been better served on allowing Hunnicut to end this match at that point than suffer even more.
Hunnicut rolls over to the corner of the ring and then seats himself there; staring a hole through the man who has just done the impossible and kicked out of his finisher. Hunnicut looks disgusted with himself and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head. Suddenly, from the ramp, the dulcet tones of the former World Heavyweight Champion; Steven Holmes can be heard. Making his way down to the ring at a furious rate of knots, Holmes looks concerned for the mental well-being of his favourite monster. He points towards Black on the canvas and barks orders at Hunnicut but Hunnicut seems almost catatonic at this point.
Holmes:Finish him, Abel! Finish him now!
Copeland:Oh, what does he want!?
Holmes makes his way around the ring to where Hunnicut rests in the corner. Getting onto the canvas, Holmes spies that Black is beginning to regain his senses and proceeds with a sense of urgency like never before. He continues to bark orders towards Abel until finally Abel seems to have been cured of his paralysis. Abel gets to his feet slowly and meets Black in the middle of the ring as Black reaches out for support from the bottom rope. Hunnicut turns back towards Holmes for support and is met with a nod of approval from his mentor. Suddenly, he grabs at the arms of Black and looks to lock ARISTOCRACY REIGNS! Suddenly, however, Black springs into life and pulls at the leg of his opponent. After a struggle, Black has him tied up in a pinning predicament. The crowd jump to their feet as Mr. Morse counts the fall! 1... 2...
Holmes: NOOO!
Connor:This is it! He got him!
Kick out from Hunnicut in the nick of time!
Copeland:Not this time!
Cohen:I thought Steven Holmes was going to explode for a moment there. His favourite monster almost let his concentration slip for too long and it almost cost him the match.
Connor:He shouldn't even be out here tonight, Jack. It's not his fight!
Both men get to their feet suddenly as Hunnicut looks to gain the advantage once more. He hoists Black up onto his shoulder and looks as though he is about to nail him with the snake eyes. But Black, somehow, finds the strength and fighting spirit to wriggle free of his grasp and off the back of his shoulders. Black pushes Hunnicut into the turn-buckle and waits for him to rebound. Hunnicut turns around and swings an arm again but Black moves out of the way once more and garbs his massive opponent. Summoning the strength from somewhere probably unholy, Black hoists Hunnicut up onto his shoulders and nails him with the BLACK OUT! The crowd cannot believe what they are seeing as Black lands on Hunnicut and the referee counts the fall!
Holmes: ABEL! ABEL, WAKE UP!
This could be it! 1... 2... 3! It's over! The referee signals for the bell as Black remains stationary on top of his beaten opponent.
Harrys: Here is your winner... GARTH BLACK!
Connor:That is utterly astonishing, ladies and gentlemen. I never, for a second, thought that Garth would be able to summon the courage and the strength to lift Hunnicut onto his shoulders to finish this match.
Cohen: Again, I'm speechless.
Copeland:And it's not every day that happens, ladies and gentlemen. What a match we just witnessed between these two men. Steven Holmes looks utterly defeated on the outside of the ring. What ramifications does this have for him and Abel, you have to wonder.
Steven Holmes falls to his knees on the outside of the ring as Black finally begins to get back to his feet. The referee grabs the arm of Black and hoists it into the air as a massive smile appears on the Welshman's face. Black stares at Holmes on the outside of the ring and gives a laugh before falling onto the ropes and celebrating enthusiastically whilst still holding his gut. Holmes lets a foul look of disgust cross his features as Black exits the ring and begins up the ramp.
Harrys: The following contest is the King for a Day Elimination Chamber match!
Harrys: The rules are as follows: two competitors will start the match, with a new entrant being released every five minutes. Eliminations occur via pinfall or submission inside the ring. The last person standing will be crowned King For a Day, and will receive an Elite Openweight or Eurasian Championship match of their choosing anytime over the next year!
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The first KFAD entrant soon makes his way onto the stage, his normal pizza box replaced with what looks like a cannon of some sort. Gino looks completely pleased with himself as he makes his way down the ramp wearing his own T-Shirt. Soon enough, he lifts the cannon towards the vast crowd and fires the T-Shirts deep into the crowd. Shot after shot rifles into the crowd as people jump to grab them. Once Gino is done with all of the shirts, he drops the cannon and gives a massive smile to the crowd.
Harrys: Introducing first... Gino Galluci!!
Copeland:I like this guy.
Connor:Gino has certainly showed WZCW that it doesn't have to be a completely serious place. But he also has the skills to back it up, too. He is a good pick here tonight; hungry and talented.
Cohen:Hungry, CC? Really?
Gino continues to make his way down to the ring that is now surrounded with the trademark cage structure. He scans the metallic frame before heading through the door and heading straight into one of the chambers. The door slams shut as the lights go out once more.
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As the lights come up once more, two massive Tesla coils seem to have risen on either side of the stage. Electricity seems to be coursing through the coils as the familiar music of Vee ADZ plays to the Canadian faithful. Suddenly, the coils send a massive spark of lightning towards the cage. The cage lights up in a beautiful purple colour. Gino looks stunned by the sight as the coils let out a mushroom cloud and Vee is finally seen under them on the stage.
Harrys: Now introducing... Vee A.D.Z!!
Cohen: What a shocking entrance, huh?
Copeland: No more of those jokes, Jack. It's going to be a long night.
Connor:This is another guy with massive amounts of talent. Vee has shown everyone that he has bags of potential and what is the KFAD match if not a boiling pot of potential and talent. Vee has got to be my favourite heading into this match.
Vee can be seen in a hoodie before doing some MMA moves and then his trademarked back-flip. He gives a look to the massive crowd before running all of the way down the ring and through the door, He gets into the ring and raises both of his hands in celebration as his music cuts and he heads into the chamber reserved for him.
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As Kagura's entrance theme begins to blare into the arena, the normal pinking lights are soon replaced by white lights. Seconds later, bundles of white glitter begins to fall from the rafters, covering the fans in the snow-like substance. Soon enough, Kagura enters the arena to a boo from the Canadian fans. Clutching the book to her chest, Kagura seems nonplussed by the Canadian reaction to her.
Harrys: And now... Kagura Daikonran!!
Copeland: And speaking of favourites, this lady has got to be mine. She has found herself on the verge of breaking through and being the top level talent that we all know she is capable of being. This, for me, is the night that she has been waiting for.
Cohen:The latest streak in her behaviour is going to make her all the more dangerous in this match. This structure suits those who are willing to do anything to win and that is the epitome of Kagura these days.
Connor: She wants that title back for sure!
Kagura completely ignores the fans as the snow continues to fall on all of them. Reaching the ring, Kagura mounts the steps and gets into the ring. She bows at her opponents and then heads towards the chamber that will hold her for at least 5 minutes.
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The lights come up one more time to reveal the Bookworm in all of his glory; crawling towards the ring. Behind him and off to one side, his trademark scarecrow can be seen holding it's book. The scarecrow recites a few lines before the camera shoots back to Cassanova who is almost most of the way towards the ring.
And now introducing... The Bookworm, Cassanova!!
Cohen:Now, this is what you call a wild card in a match, ladies and gentlemen. Cassanova is looking to prove a few people wrong. And tonight is the perfect opportunity.
Copeland: This kid is finding his feet fast in WZCW and will make an impact. I have to agree with you, Jack, Cassanova looks as though he wants to make sure that no one forgets his name in the future.
Nova finally makes it to the ring before crawling up the steps and into the ring. He goes through the ropes and begins shouting things towards those who are already in their chambers. Finally, the lights go out and Nova crawls towards his chamber.
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As the music begins, the lights dim down and a flickering gold spotlight forms on the stage. A few seconds later, Kendrick comes wheeling out on a Hovertrax vehicle dressed in a traditional boxer's robe with "X-Man" scrolling across the back of his robe. He smiles and waves to the crowd as he rolls down the ramp, soaking in the reaction that he's getting.
Harrys: And now... Kendrick Xavier!!
Copeland:This man has been out of form recently but is capable of winning for sure. He has a few big wins under his belt but this is a different kettle of fish entirely.
He stops at the bottom of the ramp and steps away from the Hovertrax and climbs up to the ring apron. Xavier moves into the ring and scales up the turnbuckle, pumping his arms to get the crowd hyped up. He finally jumps down and hears something from Cassanova in one of the chambers. He heads over to the chamber as the lights go out for the final time.
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Noah walks out arms pounding his chest. He cups his hands over his mouth and calls out the 2 opening lines to the course before eagerly hoping his way down to the ring, clapping the hands of many of the fans he sees along the way.
Harrys: And finally... Noah Ryder!
Cohen:Now this is a true wild card, Seabass. Ryder has really proved that he intends on being successful within WZCW but his last showing was something that he would want to forget.
Connor:That's lucky then...
Copeland:Jokes aside, Ryder has the unenviable task of starting this match and trying to win it. It can be done, I am sure. But he si going to have to get past 5 other men to do so
Ryder mounts the steps and gets into the ring from a final cheer from the fans. In the meantime, Kendrick is still arguing with Cassanova in the corner. Ryder patiently waits for Kendrick to stop his argument but it doesn't seem to be forthcoming. Referee Prince decides now is as good as any to start the match and signals for the bell.
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The bell rings to start the match, but Xavier is still on the second rope, engaged in verbal warfare with Cassanova. Referee Elizabeth Prince calls for him to come to the center of the ring to get the match started. Kendrick finally climbs down, but keeps his attention with Cassanova, which is why he never sees Noah charging in. The Blow Ryder connects with the back of Xavier's head. Ryder pulls him away from the corner and covers, 1...2...3!
Harrys: Kendrick Xavier has been eliminated!
Copeland:This has to be the fastest elimination in King For a Day history!
Cohen:Brilliant strategy by Cassanova to get one of his opponents eliminated!
Connor:I don't know that's exactly what happened, Jack, but it is clear that Kendrick Xavier just lost a career-changing opportunity without putting up a fight.
Ryder celebrates while Prince helps to roll Xavier out of the ring and then out of the chamber. Cassanova initially reacted with glee when Kendrick was eliminated, but as the realization that he will not be the one to eliminate his rival sinks in, that happiness turns to anger. He begins screaming at the referee on the floor to let him out before the five minutes has expired. He holds the key in the lock, but refuses to let Cassanova out early. Noah walks over to observe the commotion, which just makes Cassanova angrier. Finally, he reaches out of the chamber and rips the chain from the referees hands. He spins it so that he can reach and unlocks the padlock, dropping it to the floor while pulling the chain into the chamber so he has the added advantage of a weapon.
Copeland: I am getting word that since Cassanova was scheduled to be the first entrant out of the pods, a new five minute countdown will begin now for the next entrant.
As Cassanova slides the door open, Ryder charges in. Nova sees him coming and loads up a punch with the chain wrapped around his fist. Noah dodges at the last minute and goes behind, trying to lock in a sleeper. Cassanova elbows out though, and turns to throw another loaded punch. Ryder ducks, causing the Bookworm to punch nothing but plexiglass. He drops the chain and screams in pain, clutching at his hand and wrist. Noah grabs the injured arm and slams it against the wall of the pod once more, before using a snapmare to toss Cassanova out of the pod and onto the steel floor outside of it. Ryder looks at the chain for a moment, before deciding to leave it in the pod and go after his opponent.
Connor:Cassanova tried to give himself an advantage there, but it really seemed to backfire.
Copeland: The chain is still in the chamber, Cat. We may see it play a part in this match before it is all said and done.
Cohen: Everyone in this match is an idiot if we dont.
The momentary hesitation allows Cassanova to push up off the floor and catch Noah with a hurricanrana, sending him upside down and back first into the steel chains that make up the outside of the chamber. 'Nova wastes no time, rolling Ryder over and swinging away with rights and lefts. After quite a few punches, Cassanova gets back to his feet and kicks at Noah to roll him back into the ring. He climbs in as well and goes for the pin, 1..., Ryder kicks out. Cassanova gets back to his feet, and waves for Noah to get up. Once he is back to his knees, Cassanova lays a hard kick into the chest of Ryder, followed by a second, and a third. He pauses for a moment to wind up for the hardest kick yet, but when he swings, Noah ducks and rolls up 'Nova, 1...2.., he kicks out. Both competitors scramble back to their feet. Cassanova throws a right hand, but Ryder gets his arms up to block, causing even more pain for Cassanova's injured right hand. When he turns his back, Noah runs at the ropes infront of Cassanova and hits a slingblade. Both men are down as a countdown appears on the screen and tron.
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The spotlight stops on Vee A.D.Z.'s pod and the English superstar charges out of his pod. He grabs onto the ropes and waits for Ryder and Cassanova to get up. Once they do, he springboards off the top and connects with a crossbody across both of his opponents. Vee rolls off and kips up to a nice pop from the crowd. He sizes up the other two for a second before picking up Cassanova. Vee whips 'Nova into the ropes and catches him in a northern lights suplex off the rebound, causing Cassanova to leg drop Ryder. Vee holds the bridge, causing both of his opponents to be pinned, 1...2..., Cassanova kicks out, taking himself off of Noah in the process. Vee gets back to his feet and picks up Cassanova, whipping him into the corner. Vee charges, but Cassanova sidesteps, lifting Vee onto the top rope in the process. Cassanova charges in, but Vee kicks him in the face. As 'Nova stumbles back, Vee stands and comes off the middle rope with a spinning heel kick. As soon as Vee lands, Ryder comes from nowhere and drops an elbow right on his chest, allowing Cassanova to roll out of the ring to safety. They both get up and rather than charging in, they slowly start to circle and look for a lockup.
Copeland: Smart move by Noah to slow down the freshest man.
Cohen:Wrong again Seabass. I'd have rested until either he or Cassanova had eliminated the other.
Connor: Either way, we are about to see the first lockup of the match, almost 15 minutes in.
Vee and Ryder lock up, with Noah taking control of Vee's left arm. Ryder wrenches away. Vee rolls through, trying to both relieve the pressure and escape the hold, but Noah is able to use his leverage to prevent Vee from getting back up and instead is able to keep the armbar and mount his opponent to increase the pressure. Vee tries rolling to each side, but cannot seem to escape the hold. Finally, he shows impressive flexibility and, while still lying on the mat, kicks Ryder in the forehead. This stuns him enough to allow Vee to escape the hold and kick Noah in the head again. With Ryder flat on the mat, Vee gets up and hits a front flip legdrop. He shifts and hooks the leg for a pin, 1...2.., Ryder slips his shoulder up. Vee gets back to his feet and pulls Noah up, only to plant him with a snap DDT. Vee points at the corner, getting a big cheer from the crowd. He climbs up, setting for a moonsault, but Cassanova bursts back into the ring and crotches Vee. Cassanova climbs up and lifts Vee back to a standing position. He grabs the sides of Vee's head and jumps backward from the ropes, driving the back of Vee's head and neck hard into the mat. His own landing was so hard, however, that he cannot capitalize, while Ryder also works to get back to his feet. The countdown starts once more.
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Gino Galucci is the next to enter the match, and gets to Vee as quickly as he can, going for the pin, 1...2..., Vee just manages to get the shoulder up. Gino crawls over to Cassanova for another pin, 1...2..., he kicks out. Galucci sits with his head in his hands, in shock that both men kicked out. He sees Noah getting up, and charges toward the ropes and leaps off with a disaster kick. Ryder ducks, and Gino lands on his feet. Noah charges at Galucci, but gets caught in a flapjack. Gino rolls him over for the pin, 1…2.., Ryder kicks out. Galucci quickly picks him up and whips him into the corner. He follows Noah in and starts to unload a series of punches: lefts, rights, body shots, jabs, and uppercuts. Gino backs off and as Ryder stumbles out, the pizza man kicks him in the gut and lifts him for Dat Finisher Dough. Noah uses momentum to go over Galuccis head, down his back, and roll him up, 1 2.., he kicks out. When they both get up, Gino charges and drops Ryder with a Thesz Press, followed by more punches. He stands and is all fired up, but turns into a right hand from Cassanova, complete with the chain wrapped around his fist. He drops the chain and shakes out his hand that was damaged earlier, but Gino clearly got the worst of it as he may be out. Cassanova falls onto Galucci for a pin, 1 2 , Gino just manages to lift his shoulder off the mat due to the weak cover.
Cohen:Can someone check and see what that is coming out of the Italian guys head? Ive always assumed their blood was actually marinara sauce.
Copeland:Thats inappropriate even by your standards, Jack.
Cassanova reaches over, grabs the chain, and wraps it around the throat of Galucci. He grabs the ends with his uninjured left hand and pulls back, choking the life out of Gino. Referee Prince watches closely to see if Galucci quits or passes out, unable to stop the typically illegal maneuver. After an uncomfortably long amount of time, Cassanova releases the choke, drops the chain, and climbs to the top. He sets for the Library Dive, but before he can jump, Vee comes from nowhere and hits a one legged dropkick right to the jaw. He quickly climbs back up and leaps for a hurricanrana from the top, but Cassanova holds on and lifts Vee back into a powerbomb position. Vee throws a couple punches, then grabs onto the top of the pod and, through kicking off of Cassanova, manages to climb on top of it. Before Cassanova can react, Ryder climbs the turnbuckle and takes his turn punching Cassanova. Once he is suitably stunned, Noah grabs him in a side headlock, and connects with a Black Out from the top! The impact causes Ryder to roll away, but Gino is close enough and coherent enough to put an arm across Cassanovas chest, 1 2 3!
Harrys: Cassanova has been eliminated!
Prince and the doctors check on Cassanova, making sure it is safe to roll him from the chamber, which they quickly do. Meanwhile, Vee is now standing on the top of the pod, and the crowd is on their feet with a buzz going through them. He takes a deep breath a leaps from the top of the pod, landing perfectly on Gino with the Airborne End! Vee screams in pain, but manages to roll into a pin, 1 2 3!
Harrys: Gino Galucci has been eliminated!
With Noah and Vee both slowly recovering from their leaps from on high, the countdown starts one final time.
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Kagura makes her way out with a big smile on her face, knowing both of her opponents are quite weakened at this point. She sees Ryder starting to get up, so she heads for him. She pulls him up the rest of the way just to toss him over the top to the steel outside. She follows Noah out, picks him up again, and whips him into the chain wall. Before he can fall again, Kagura grabs Ryders left arm and traps it between the chains, before doing the same with his right. With Noah helpless, she begins laying in hard knee strikes to his exposed midsection. After four, she backs up before running in with a knee strike right to Ryders jaw, showing nice balance by using the chains to step up. She poses for a couple moments too long, however, as Vee summons the energy to springboard to the outside with a dropkick, driving her face into one of the chains. Both Vee and Kagura land hard on the steel, while Noahs arms being trapped are the only reason hes still on his feet.
Connor:Another painful risk by Vee A.D.Z. has briefly stopped Kagura Daikonrans punishment of Noah Ryder.
Cohen:Shes still the freshest person in this match. Not to mention Vee is due to break his neck doing one of these moves any time now.
Vee rolls back into the ring and pulls himself up using the ropes. He waits for Kagura to get up, and once she does, he springboards once more. Before he can connect with anything, however, she is able to hit him with the Fifth Dance of Amaterasu Omikami! Vee lands horrifically on the steel, seemingly out cold. Kagura rolls him in and rather than just pinning him, locks in the Fourth Dance of Toyouke Omikami! Referee Prince sees that Vee is out and immediately signals as such.
Harrys: Vee A.D.Z. has been eliminated!
Kagura releases the hold after a few seconds and begins to stare fiercely at Ryder, who has escaped from the wall of the chamber and is now using one of the pods to try and get back to his feet. Kagura rolls to the outside and sizes up Noah, who is on his knees in front of the closed pod door. She charges in, looking for the First Dance of Awarawa no Mikoto, but Ryder lunges out of the way and she crashes through the plexiglass door. The crowd comes to life, chanting for Noah as they realize the opportunity Kaguras miss has given him. He slowly pulls himself up with the ropes, while Kagura clutches at her leg in the pod. Ryder stumbles over and tugs on the plexiglass, pulling Daikonran out on top of it in the process. He picks her up and tosses her over the top rope back into the ring. Kagura starts to get up, clearly favoring her leg, as Noah climbs in. As he approaches, she shoves him back into the ropes. He ducks between the top and middle ropes, but Kagura ducks the pendulum clothesline. Before she can stand back up, Ryder changes course and hits her with a running knee, followed by a clothesline. He hooks her good leg for the pin, 1 2.., she gets her shoulder up.
Connor:Very smart wrestling by Noah there. By hooking the good leg, he forces Kagura to kick out with her bad leg.
Copeland:She must be hurting, as she didnt even try to kick out; instead choosing to power out with her shoulder.
Ryder picks Kagura up again, and again she shoves him into the ropes. He tries once again for the pendulum clothesline, but this time Kagura spits red mist into his face. Noah yells in pain and tries to wipe his eyes, but before he can make any progress, Kagura is peppering him with palm strikes and throat thrusts. She turns to run the ropes, but first pauses to pump her fist and yell. Ryder blindly reaches out and grabs the back of Kaguras tights. Realizing what hes grabbed, he pulls her in and hits a blue thunder bomb. Noah tries to hold for a pin, not realizing that Kagura wisely rolled her right shoulder off the mat just after impact. As soon as the referee informs him that there is no pin, he falls back, resuming his attempts to clear his eyes. He turns to start getting up, but Kagura violently wraps Ryder up in the Fourth Dance of Toyouke Omikami! Noah frantically tries to escape, but she has it locked in deep. Prince is right on top of Ryder, asking if he wants to quit.
Cohen:This is it! We are about to have our first-ever Queen For a Day!
Noah is still weakly kick his feet as he fades from the sleeper hold. As he kicks his left foot, he hits the chain that is still lying on the mat. Realizing what it is, he slowly pulls himself closer, until he can pull it back to his hand with his foot. Kagura has no idea what is happening, until the chain is whipped across her bad knee repeatedly by Ryder. She screams in pain and is forced to release the bodyscissors. This relieves the pressure enough that Noah can start climbing to his feet. Once back up, he manages to slip out of the sleeper and grab a headlock for the Black Out. Kagura grabs his head, however, and rolls him into a version of the Third Dance of Amenouzume no Mikoto! She holds him down, complete with the tights, 1 2 , Ryder slips out, possibly due to how hard Kagura was pulling on the tights. She lies on the mat, clutching her head out of frustration. She gets up, dragging Ryder up with her. She pulls her arms back and tries for the Fifth Dance of Amaterasu Omikami, but Noah gets his bearings just in time. He backpedals, ducks between the ropes, and connects with the pendulum clothesline. He begins slapping the mat, which the crowd claps along with. As they clap, he drags Kagura to the corner and drapes her arms over the top. He heads to the opposite corner and charges in for the Blow Ryder, but she rolls out of the corner. Ryder stops himself just in time, but doesnt see that Kagura has the chain. When he turns she swings it at him, but he manages to grab her arm, duck under, and take the chain for himself. In the same motion, he is able to wrap it around her forehead and connect with the Black Out! A puddle of blood can be seen on Kaguras forehead when Noah rolls her over for the pin, 1 2 3!
Harrys: Kagura Daikonran has been eliminated; therefore, you winner and King For a Day, Noah Ryder!
The doctors come in the ring once more to check on Kagura. Noah looks over at her, unsure of what he had to do to win the match, but eventually stands up and has his hand raised by Referee Prince.
Copeland:Noah Ryder has done it! He has won the King for a Day briefcase and survived five other competitors to do so!
Connor:Literally five other competitors. He was in the match from the start and saw every single other challenger enter the match... and he somehow managed to survive to capture the briefcase.
Cohen:A great effort by Kagura though; she was this close to beating Ryder.
Copeland:I wonder what Noah Ryder's intentions are now? Which title will he choose?
As the ring and chamber gets cleared of all fallen competitors, medical personnel and Noah Ryder holding the briefcase, the Chamber begins rising back into the rafters.
Fire & flames begin spewing from the entrance way as S.H.I.T. saunters out through the curtain, pushing a trolley full of weapons. He stops and stares out into the audience as it lifts its hands into the air before dropping them immediately, causing the ramp to shoot out into flames with the four corners in the ring shooting out fire. The titantron also has fire spewing out from it as S.H.I.T. slowly walks down to the ring.
Harrys: Introducing first, from Mechanical Mecca, weighing 230 pounds, S.H.I.T.!
Copeland:It's getting extremely hot in here! These flames are getting a little too close for comfort.
Cohen:I know S.H.I.T. was extremely disappointed with its choice of opponents on Ascension 100 and felt like setting the world on fire but I didn't think it'd literally do it.
Connor:Since when has anyone been able to predict what S.H.I.T. is thinking? It's off a different mindset; almost non-human.
S.H.I.T. begins throwing a variety of weapons including kendo sticks, street signs, trash cans & their lids, a cheese grater, some barbed wire wrapped up, a baseball bat, some lighter fluid and a box of matches. It then tosses the actual trolley into the ring before going over to the commentary booth, grabbing a couple of steel chairs and bringing them into the ring. He also goes underneath the ring and pulls out a table, sliding it into the ring. Referee Elizabeth Prince shakes her head in disbelief before going to the outside, trying to convince S.H.I.T. to get back into the ring and patiently wait. However, S.H.I.T. is having none of it and slide in a couple more tables for good measure.
Cohen:I'm all for a good old fashioned street fight but this is getting a little excessive. First all the fire and now all these weapons?
Copeland:Barbosa better be ready to remove the ring rust real quick.
S.H.I.T. grabs in one final steel chair, sliding into the ring as it paces impatiently from one side of the ring to the other.
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Connor:Barbosa has come back to Kingdom Come for one night only and has answered the call for S.H.I.T.'s challenge! If this is anything like their death matches they've had then this is going to get ugly.
Cohen:You couldn't tell by how much S.H.I.T. has littered the ring? It cannot wait to destroy Barbosa.
The camera continues pointing at the entrance way but nobody is appearing as the song loops around on itself. S.H.I.T. gets extremely annoyed, smacking the steel chair in his hands across the ring ropes before pacing once more. When it is apparent that Barbosa isn't showing, he exits the ring and grabs a microphone.
S.H.I.T.:Barbosa!
The robot slides back into the ring, tightening its grip of the steel chair.
S.H.I.T.:Barbosa! Do not make this one wait any longer! You made S.H.I.T. go through embarrassing parameters to determine my open challenge opponent at Ascension 100. You then deceived this one by adding your name to the open challenge and having that unattractive female General Manager announce you as my opponent at Kingdom Come. You've delayed my open challenge for better competition and you've avoided this one for a prolonged period of time, one which has been prolonged long enough. Get out here Barbosa before S.H.I.T. begins taking its frustrations out on any living organism in its vicinity!
S.H.I.T. drops the microphone as it continues to pace around the ring, wielding a steel chair. He looks directly at the entrance but nothing appears.
Copeland:Is Barbosa going to even show?
Connor:For the our sakes, he better. If he turns towards us, I'm running.
Cohen:You & me both, sister. Becky Serra better not be lying about Barbosa and give us that annoying Batti Otaku girl again dressed up as Barbosa.
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A single spotlight shines down onto the stage, waiting for Barbosa to walk out. This time, we see Barbosa walk out slowly into the spotlight to cheers from the audience. Unlike S.H.I.T., he has brought nothing but the clothes on his back; a pair of jeans and a"Sex in the City" t-shirt.
Harrys: And his opponent, from Bedlam, weighing 237 pounds, Barbosa!
Connor:Oh thank goodness he showed! I was getting worried S.H.I.T. might do something drastic.
Cohen:I think he is about to do something drastic, CC! Look out, Barbosa!
SHIT has exited the ring and ran up the ramp with a steel chair in hand, going straight after Barbosa. He runs up to Barbosa and smacks him straight across the face whilst the spotlight was still on him. The lights in the arena turn back to normal as we see Barbosa on the ground holding his head. Elizabeth Prince rushes out and up the ramp, getting in-between SHIT & Barbosa. She goes over to Barbosa to check on him but he pushes her out of the way.
Barbosa:Ring the bell, lady!
Yes, please! We want to fight!
We want to destroy SHIT!
As Barbosa does his best to get to his feet, Prince decided to honour Barbosa's wish and get this Mayhem Rules match started on the entrance. She signals for the bell.
* DING DING DING *
As soon as the bell rings, SHIT begins raining down chair shot after chair shot after chair shot onto Barbosa, making sure to the keep him down on the ground. Despite being punished with these hard shots, Barbosa refuses to stay down and wants to get back to his feet. Annoyed at the ineffectiveness of the chair, SHIT tosses it aside and begins dealing swift punches to the face of Barbosa instead. Barbosa pushes off SHIT from the mounted position and grabs the discarded steel chair, smacking SHIT in the mid-section with the edge of the steel chair. Barbosa uses this time to scurry off back through the curtain, going somewhere backstage. SHIT slams the ground before getting to its feet and following closely behind. Referee Prince tries to keep up with the action.
Copeland:Not even one minute into this match and already we're going backstage.
Cohen:I hope those guys in the gorilla position have cleared out... or anybody else near the entrance for that matter.
Connor:Anybody got a camera on the action though?
After a few seconds, we get a live feed of what is happening backstage as Barbosa looks to create some distance from SHIT, grabbing some of the equipment and travelling crates, tipping them over in front of SHIT's path. As SHIT begins clearing it out of the way, Barbosa smacks SHIT over the head with a sickening thud from the steel chair, causing the robot to stagger backwards on groggy feet. Barbosa goes over to SHIT and grabs its head, beginning to drag him down the corridor and outside of the gorilla position/gorilla entrance way. Barbosa brings SHIT over towards where the production trucks are parked and throws it into the side of the truck. Barbosa takes the steel chair and hits SHIT a couple of times, sandwiching it between the chair & the truck. Barbosa grabs SHIT and kicks it in the mid-section, lifting it up and delivering a powerbomb into the side of the truck! SHIT falls down to the concrete floor, feeling the effects of the devastating move. However, Barbosa does not wish to go for the pinfall and instead watches SHIT do his best to slowly get to his feet. Barbosa uses the steel chair once more, hitting SHIT across the back before tossing it on top of the production truck.
Connor:Ever since heading backstage, SHIT has not been able to mount the aggressive offense he shown prior to the match.
Copeland:Barbosa made SHIT wait for him and pissed it off, being able to use the anger as a way to draw SHIT out into his trap. Luckily for everyone, his plan worked and has stopped SHIT.
Cohen:But is Barbosa wrecking havoc the lesser of two evils here?
Copeland:Good point.
Barbosa grabs SHIT and brings it up the stairs of the production truck, opening the door and throwing it inside. The production crew - knowing it was coming - have huddled in the corners of the truck, leaving the two alone. Barbosa grabs the head of SHIT and looks to slam it on the controls but SHIT blocks the attack. Barbosa goes again but SHIT blocks once more, delivering an elbow to Barbosa before smacking his head onto the control panel. Some of the camera's have been knocked out of the feed but luckily, the one on the action is unharmed. SHIT delivers a couple of headbutts to Barbosa, pushing him back to one side of the truck. SHIT grabs the arm of Barbosa and delivers a hard Irish whip, sending him crashing into some monitors that burst and shatter. Sparks fly out everywhere as the electricity still tries to flow through the monitors and the sound of broken glass trickles onto the floor. Barbosa holds his back as he drops down to his knees. SHIT isn't letting Barbosa have too much of a break as he grabs him by the head and drags him back outside, tossing him over the short stair railing and onto the concrete floor. SHIT closes the door behind it, leaving the production truck alone.
SHIT walks past Barbosa and off-camera, leaving him to recover by himself. Barbosa manages to get on all fours, looking to get up. As he lifts his head, his eyes go wide open and tries to block but it is no use: SHIT has rammed one of the transporting crates into the face of Barbosa, knocking him back to the ground. SHIT takes a moment to recover as it sees Barbosa sprawled out across the concrete floor. The robot grabs one arm of Barbosa and begins dragging him back to the gorilla position, pulling the dead weight across the floor until it gets to the stairs. SHIT picks up the body of Barbosa and does his best to bring him up the stairs... but Barbosa grabs the head of SHIT, kneeing him in the face. This gives Barbosa a couple of seconds to turn around and prepare for SHIT who comes at him with full force. Barbosa stands up and delivers a knee to the stomach of SHIT. Barbosa puts SHIT in-between his legs and goes for another powerbomb but SHIT counters, flipping Barbosa over and landing on his back once more. Barbosa clutches his back in agony as SHIT recovers, grabs the arm of Barbosa once more and heads back outside. The cameraman does not follow the two as Prince is close behind both of them.
Cohen:I think SHIT has had enough of the backstage fighting. He wants to destroy Barbosa in front of the entire crowd.
Connor:As long as they keep it contained in the ring...
A few seconds later, Barbosa is tossed out of the entrance way and is closely followed by SHIT. Barbosa tries getting up but SHIT delivers a European uppercut for his efforts. Barbosa falls down, tumbling backwards across the stage. Barbosa tries to get his bearings but SHIT is right there, hitting Barbosa again with another European uppercut. Barbosa stumbles back, allowing SHIT to hit an uninterrupted roundhouse kick to the face. Barbosa drops to the ground and rolls off the stage, down into the audio/pyrotechnic/controls area.
Copeland:Claudio the audio guy is getting some love tonight. First Scumm and Barbosa & SHIT.
Seeing Barbosa unable to move much or fight back, SHIT goes over to the sound area and surveys the area to see if anything is worth using. It rummages through the stuff until it sees a loose control board, ripping it off the panel. A couple of sparks fly but nothing seems to be damaged. It brings over the panel with the cable still attached, waiting for Barbosa to get to his feet. Barbosa finally gets to a vertical base and turns around to SHIT swinging for the fences. Barbosa manages to duck thee shot by SHIT, grabbing the cord along the ground and wrapping it around the throat of SHIT. Barbosa uses all the strength he can to keep SHIT away from reversing the move, trying to choke him out. SHIT cannot land a hit or escape the choke... so instead, he runs backwards with Barbosa still behind him and rams him into another set of control panels.
* PYRO * PYRO * PYRO *
Cohen:Bloody hell!
A shot of fireworks on stage bursts out, scaring many of the people except for the competitors. Barbosa still manages to keep the cable tight around SHIT with the robot still struggling. Barbosa & SHIT roll around the control panels, managing to miss a lot of the buttons before SHIT takes a couple of steps back, looking to run backwards again. However, Barbosa reads this attempt and steps out of the way, pushing SHIT into the controls & hitting a big button. As soon as SHIT makes contact with the button, ominous music begins playing throughout the arena and the lights flicker in the middle of the ring. Barbosa has a look at what all the commotion is all about and smiles when he finds out what he has activated!
Connor:And I think a light bulb just went off in Barbosa's head.
As the chamber slowly goes down, Barbosa manages to grab the head of SHIT and put it into a headlock, dragging SHIT out of the sound area and back towards the ramp. Referee Prince tries to press the button again to stop the process but the control panel is unresponsive! Barbosa manages to bring SHIT close to ringside before the robot to pick up Barbosa in a back suplex hold, running backwards and driving Barbosa into the security barricade. SHIT takes a moment to recover as Barbosa clutches his back once more. SHIT finally notices what is happening and sees that the chamber is close to making it to the ground. It understands that if it doesn't get Barbosa in the ring soon, it will unable to use all the weapons it brought to the match. Quickly, SHIT picks up Barbosa and slides him into the ring. SHIT slides into the ring as well. Having no other Earthly idea on what to do, Prince follows the two competitors & at the last second she slides into the ring too, locking herself inside the ring with the chamber walls surrounding them.
Cohen:At least they're contained now.
Connor:Yeah, now it's totally safe with all the barbed wire and lighter fluid!
Copeland:Not to mention, the chamber controls are unresponsive. They're trapped in there for the time being.
Cohen:Anything goes in a Mayhem Rules match, guys. This makes things a little more interesting.
SHIT looks through the assorted weapons in the ring and picks up one of the kendo sticks. It walks over to Barbosa and begins smacking him across the back, with the sharp snaps echoing throughout the arena. SHIT makes sure Barbosa is down on the ground before stopping its attacks, discarding the kendo stick in favour of the baseball bat. As SHIT picks it up, it surveys the bat and doesn't feel too pleased about the appearance. SHIT looks around the ring and picks up the barbed wire, unraveling it around the baseball bat in a very methodical fashion. The crowd knows what is coming and braces themselves for impact.
SHIT measures Barbosa who is slowly getting to his feet, catching his opponent in the corner of his eye to see it wielding a bat. As SHIT raises the bat, Barbosa dodge rolls out of the way and grabs a street sign. He turns around as SHIT swings, blocking the shot with a street sign. SHIT tries again but Barbosa is effectively using the sign as a shield. SHIT goes for a third but Barbosa throws the sign into SHIT's face, distracting him enough for Barbosa to rip the barbed wire bat out of its hands and hit SHIT in the mid-section instead! The crowd winces as SHIT gets hammered with the barbed wire bat several times in the mid-section and across the back. Barbosa drops the bat in the middle of the ring and grabs the body of SHIT, delivering an overhead sambo suplex right into the barbed wire! SHIT begins shaking, almost malfunctioning as the barbed wire gets stuck to him.
Connor:Jeez, that's got to sting.
Cohen:Imagine having it pulled out!
As SHIT turns over to relieve the pain somewhat, Barbosa drives his foot into the back of SHIT and grabs the barbed wire bat with both hands, yanking it out of SHIT's back! The robot lets out a scream of pain as Barbosa has ripped apart the body of SHIT. The crowd winces at the sight, including the referee.
Cohen:I didn't mean right now!
Barbosa looks at the bat and sees the points are no longer useful as the impact on SHIT's mechanical body causes the spikes to go blunt. Barbosa throws it behind him like it's nothing and takes the opportunity to begin setting up the tables in the middle of the ring. Barbosa sets up one table, being very particular about where he is placing it. He grabs the next one, putting it right next to the first one. He slap the tables and tries pushing them to make sure they are okay before going to the third one. He places it on top of the other two, setting it up in the middle to create a double-stack. Barbosa goes for the lighter fluid but sees that SHIT has exited the ring, finding refuge on the Elimination Chamber steel flooring. Barbosa drops the fluid and goes to the outside, following SHIT. SHIT does his best to use the steel chain-link walls to get to his feet but all this does is allow Barbosa to attack the exposed back of SHIT with some clubbing blows. Barbosa looks at one of the pods and goes over, caressing the glass. He then looks at SHIT with a big smile on his face.
Connor:Don't tell me he's going to do what I think he's about to...
Copeland:I think he is, CC.
Barbosa picks up SHIT and grabs him, looking to deliver another overhead sambo suplex... but SHIT manages to block. Confused, Barbosa tries again but once more, the robot stops it. Barbosa delivers a few more clubbing blows to the back before trying once more. Barbosa lifts up SHIT but the robot reverses, slipping behind Barbosa and grabbing him by the waist! SHIT tries to deliver a German suplex but this time, Barbosa blocks and gives SHIT an elbow to escape. SHIT lets go and Barbosa is able to run out of the way. Barbosa charges at SHIT, looking to drive him through the glass! At the last moment, SHIT moves out of the way with Barbosa doing his best to stop. Barbosa manages to stop himself going through the glass yet he turns around into a massive piston chop. Barbosa is down for the moment, giving SHIT some time to recover. The robot does his best to go back into the ring, grabbing the trash can, trash lids and the trolley, throwing them over the ropes. He goes back to the outside and grabs the lids, waiting for Barbosa to get up. As Barbosa recovers, SHIT uses both lids like symbols across the ears of Barbosa, causing a loud smack! Barbosa covers his ears as SHIT switches the lid in favour of a trash can. He puts the trash can over the body of Barbosa, trapping him enough so SHIT can easily place the body of Barbosa into the trolley. SHIT takes a few steps back with Barbosa in the trolley and points to the glass. SHIT runs at full speed towards the pod, driving itself, the trolley & Barbosa right into the glass! Everything shatters around the fallen combatants with Barbosa & SHIT not moving!
Copeland:SHIT just sent Barbosa & itself straight through the glass!
Cohen:Payback for Barbosa shoving barbs into SHIT's back. If Barbosa is going to take it to hell, SHIT's going to make sure he comes with itself.
Connor:How will either man be able to stand after this one?
Referee Elizabeth Prince goes over to the wreckage to survey the damage as the crowd cannot believe their eyes.
"HO-LY SHIT"
"HO-LY SHIT"
"HO-LY SHIT"
Cohen:These Canadian fans are arse backwards, Seabass. They think SHIT is a deity after delivering that move!
Prince checks on SHIT who seems to have some signs of life. She goes over to Barbosa and asks him if he is okay before realising she cannot tell with the trash can over his head. She slowly pulls it off Barbosa's head to see that a trickle of blood is running down his head but still conscious. She is surprised to see Barbosa still going and shrugs her shoulders, letting the match continue.
Connor:What else can these two do to each other?
Copeland:What else can they endure?
SHIT is the first to begin moving and notices that Barbosa is truly not yet destroyed so it does its best to crawl into the ring. SHIT goes underneath the bottom rope and collects both the matches & the lighter fluid on the ground. Slowly, it begins to stand on its feet and starts pouring lighter fluid everywhere. When it empties the bottle, SHIT pulls out a match and stares at it. The crowd waits in anticipation.
Connor:Oh no!
As SHIT goes to strike the match, a loud noise can be heard from afar, distracting SHIT for a second. He looks over to see where the noise has come from but instead, sees that the Elimination Chamber begins rising up from the ring! SHIT is frozen as he watches the chamber slowly begin to ascend. The crowd doesn't exactly appreciate the chamber being removed.
Copeland:Looks like the tech guys got Barbosa & SHIT's messed all cleaned up. Now we can get this chamber out of here.
Cohen:What the hell are they doing? Barbosa is still on the chamber!
A camera reveals that Barbosa is still recovering in the chamber pod, doing his best not to sway the cage or make any sudden movements. After realising this, the chamber stops almost immediately to allow Barbosa to get back down... but the chamber flooring is at the height between a suspended title belt in a ladder match & the top of a steel cage!
Connor:Barbosa can jump down from there without hurting himself. Lower it back down!
Another loud electrical noise is heard, this time one that sounds like something breaking. The chamber that was about to be lowered has no stayed stuck in the air; the chamber is suspended and cannot lower. Barbosa looks down and sees SHIT staring up at him, unable to reach the other.
Copeland:What do we do now?
The crowd boos as the match has temporarily stopped... but SHIT has other plans! He puts the matches in a safe place on his body before sliding to the outside, retrieving a ladder (much larger than normal) from underneath the ring. The crowd cheers as SHIT slides it into the ring and picks up the ladder, setting it up in a way so SHIT can climb up to its opponent! Barbosa is almost back to his feet and notices SHIT's plans, looking ready to defend himself. SHIT sees this and picks up the nearest weapon to defend himself; the deadly cheese grater!
Cohen:SHIT is bringing the fight to Barbosa!
Connor:Going up!
SHIT ascends the ladder, looking to close the distance quickly before Barbosa can do anything. However, Barbosa is there and ready to take on SHIT, looking to push the robot off. As Barbosa goes to kick, SHIT manages to grab the other leg and sweep Barbosa off his feet. Barbosa lands on the steel grating and tries to get back to his feet but SHIT won't let go, looking to pull Barbosa off. Barbosa hands onto the floor for dear life, booting SHIT in the face to stop it from doing anything drastic. Barbosa moves away from the edge and to safety as SHIT recovers on the ladder, eventually getting the bearings to get on the top rung of the ladder and climb onto the suspended Elimination Chamber.
SHIT goes to approach Barbosa but suddenly gets smacked in the face with a big piece of shattered glass from the pod! SHIT holds its face as a couple of shards stay in the face of SHIT, causing some very off-coloured liquid to trickle from the face of SHIT.
Copeland:SHIT has been busted open! He's leaking oil!
To make matters worse, Barbosa steals the cheese grater from SHIT and begins grinding metal on metal, doing his best to chip away at the face of SHIT. The robot screams out in agony as Barbosa is relentless, causing more of SHIT's face to shred open and damage him for everything he has done to Barbosa tonight. Barbosa eventually stops and slams SHIT's face into the steel flooring, showing off the damaged cheese grater to the crowd.
Connor:I think I might be sick.
Barbosa catches something that fell out of SHIT's body right after he slammed him into the steel; a box of matches. Barbosa looks down and sees the tables in the middle of the ring soaked in lighter fluid. He does the math and pulls out a match, lighting it. Barbosa uses his other hand to see if the flame is hot before he drops it down to the canvas.
Copeland:Don't do it!
It is too late as the match connects with the tables, causing all three to catch alight! Elizabeth Prince stands back, taken aback by the flames. She quickly exits the ring as she anticipates what is going to happen and cannot do anything to stop them. Barbosa turns back to see SHIT struggling to get to its feet and smiles, wanting to end this match. Barbosa waits for SHIT to stand up and kicks him in the stomach, looking for the Doppelgänger!
Cohen:I... is Barbosa going to drive SHIT into the burning tables...?
Connor:From that height!
Barbosa goes to lift up SHIT but the damage he has sustained is making it difficult to do so. Barbosa tries once more and gets further but again, cannot execute.
Barbosa lets out a primal scream and does his best to lift SHIT up... but the robot counters with a well-placed shot to the head of Barbosa using the cheese grater! Somehow, SHIT managed to grab the cheese grater without Barbosa knowing and begins grinding the head of Barbosa whilst in the air. Having no other option, Barbosa drops SHIT back down and tries to recover. SHIT is on one knee, looking to recover also. Barbosa looks to attack but SHIT fends itself, using the cheese grater to deliver a super piston chop! Barbosa, being clocked in the head, staggers backwards, slowing going to the edge. He stumbles back and forth, looking like he is going to topple!
Copeland:Oh no! Barbosa is going to fall!
At the last second, Barbosa manages to fall forwards and keeps himself on the elimination chamber. The crowd lets out a sigh of relief as Barbosa is okay. The only thing not satisfied with the result is SHIT, who gets up to a vertical base and walks over to Barbosa. He picks up Barbosa and with all the strength he has left, SHIT lifts Barbosa up for the Industrial Driver. SHIT looks down at the still flaming tables and looks to deliver. He steps closer to the edge.
Connor:Don't do it SHIT!
The warnings do nothing as SHIT JUMPS OFF THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER AND DRIVES BARBOSA & ITSELF STRAIGHT INTO THE THREE FLAMING TABLES DOWN BELOW! The impact is sickening and both men do not move as they hit the canvas, causing a mass of destruction.
Copeland:OH MY GOD! THEY WENT THROUGH THE TABLES!
Connor:From that height!
Cohen:They've got to be dead.
The flames are still going and look to engulf both men but luckily, ringside attendants are at the scene and bring fire extinguishers, making sure the fire doesn't continue to spread to the bodies of the competitors. The crowd cannot believe what they've seen as does Prince who desperately tries to survey the scene but has to wait for the smoke from the extinguishers to dissipate. As the smoke clears, both competitors are seen unconscious and in the rubble. Prince has no idea what to do or how to call the match end.
Copeland:That's it, they're done. Prince has to call this match.
Cohen:Wait... SHIT's moving!
Using its final bit of strength, SHIT raises an arm very slowly and wobbly in the air, eventually draping it over the carcass of Barbosa. Stunned for a moment, referee Prince tries to figure out what she is seeing when she notices SHIT is covering Barbosa. She drops to the canvas and makes the count...
... 1
... 2
... 3!
Referee Prince signals for the bell and ends the match but is more concerned about calling paramedics to the ring to help out both competitors.
Harrys: Here is your winner... SHIT!
The crowd is stunned to make a reaction as stretchers with paramedics & medical trainers come down to the ring. Some of the ringside attendants enter the ring and slowly begin to clean up the rubble where SHIT & Barbosa lay to make everything easier for the medical personnel.
Copeland:I cannot believe what I've just witnessed! SHIT just drove Barbosa from a suspended chamber into three flaming tables just so it could defeat Barbosa... but was the cost worth it?
Cohen:SHIT was eager to face off against Barbosa, even before the match started and wanted nothing more than to destroy Barbosa. This is why it - as well as Barbosa - never went for a pinfall or submission the entire match. They wanted to hurt each other and deliver the killing blow, making sure the first pinfall was the last... and it most certainly was for SHIT.
Connor:I'll never understand why these two will put the other through so much pain & damage just to get a victory. Thankfully, neither can stand after that and the match is over. I don't know what these two will do should they ever face each other again.
Copeland:Mr. Banks would be mad to put these two in the ring under any sort of Mayhem rules again. That was just insane.
We end everything with the medical personnel pulling both competitors out of the wreckage and checking on both them as the camera fades out.
We go backstage, just outside of the office of Mr. Banks, where Titus emerges from the door and exits, thanking Mr. Banks for his time. He is wearing street clothes with his luggage following closely behind on wheels & his newly-won championship around his waist. He looks to be exiting the arena when Johnny Klamor comes up to Titus with a microphone.
Klamor:The legend himself, Titus! Congratulations on winning the Eurasian championship!
Titus puts on a big cheesy grin.
Titus:Thank you, Johnny. I couldn't have done it without the intense training and preparation before the match, the support of the fans, yada yada yada. You know how it goes by now. Listen, I'm in a hurr-
Klamor:Don't worry, this won't take a minute, which co-incidentally, it only took a couple of those to beat Johnny Scumm for the title... but you could've done it in seconds and set the record for the shortest title match in Kingdom Come history. Why the decision to beat him to a bloody pulp and take him out after the match?
Titus doesn't look impressed by the question.
Titus:You said this wouldn't be longer than a minute but that question is rather heavy, Klamor... much like you these days. You might want to hit the gym like I did for my match. Scumm decided he'd rather hit the sauce and go crazy in a bloody thong... so I decided to hit him in the face a few more times to knock some sense into him. This is professional wrestling; not his own personal party time. Kids like Scumm don't deserve to step in the same ring as me because he is exactly that, scum. Now excuse me-
Klamor:Before you go...
Titus rolls his eyes.
Klamor:... is that a new championship design? I saw it on the opening match graphic but I thought it was an error.
The camera looks down to the waist of Titus to get a good shot of the new title.
Titus:Very observant as ever, Johnny boy. It is the new title design.
Banks:And there will be more to come.
Mr. Banks appears from his office, interrupting the interview.
Banks:Matter of fact Johnny, I'm going to present them very shortly. Keep your eyes peeled.
Banks smiles and leaves. Klamor nods in excitement before turning back to Titus but he has already disappeared.
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In the interviewing area, we see Stacey Madison with a still sweaty Noah Ryder who is in his ring gear and holding the KFAD briefcase with a slightly confused look as he studies the case very carefully.
Madison:Noah Ryder, you are not far removed from the hellacious King for a Day Elimination Chamber match where you successfully survived five other competitors to hold the most advantageous yet cursed prize in WZCW. Knowing your... condition... how are you going to hold up as the holder of the briefcase?
Ryder doesn't exactly understand the question.
Ryder:I'm not sure what you're trying to get at with that question, Stace. Do you reckon I'm going to forget about being the King for a Day? Much like every previous holder, I'll be carrying this briefcase everywhere; it'll almost be handcuffed to my hand so there is no way I'll be misplacing it. Plus, this is for a coveted World Heavyweight Championship opportunity at any time for an entire year! Who in their right mind would pass up that opportunity?
Stacey shakes her head.
Madison:Firstly, they've changed the rules. It's no longer for the World title; you can only challenge the Eurasian or Elite X champion at any time.
Ryder:Oh right... are you sure?
Madison:Yes Noah. I'm not an idiot.
Ryder:Well, doesn't mean my answer changes. A championship opportunity at any time is something I'm not going to forget.
Madison:I'm sure you won't but the King for a Day still has that curse lingering around. Former holders such as Corey Payne & Big Dave never successfully cashed in their briefcases due to injuries. Out of those who cashed-in, Constantine failed & The Beard won but decided to walk out instead. How sure can you be that Noah Ryder will successfully cash-in the briefcase and defending the title the next night?
Ryder puts down the briefcase as he thinks over the question.
Ryder:My history isn't great but after Barbosa got the vacated briefcase, he won the title and did well after that. Steamboat Ricky won the briefcase and then won the title without the briefcase... so sure, whacky things happen to the holder of this briefcase but it's not all bad, just like Noah Ryder with the briefcase.
Noah Ryder gives a thumbs up and leaves the interview area, leaving Madison behind. She looks at Noah walking off blankly as she bends over to pick up the KFAD briefcase he left behind. Seconds later, Noah Ryder tries to sneak back on-screen and discreetly take the briefcase, looking embarrassed.
Ryder:Um... I won't forget starting from now!
He gives another thumbs up before leaving again. Madison shakes her head again, giving off a big sigh.
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The Owner of WZCW Mr. Banks walks out onto the stage, fixing up his suit as he smiles at the ring where multiple different podiums covered by red velvet stand. He makes his way down the ring, waving to the fans in the front row and thanking them for coming.
Copeland:As we saw moments ago when Titus was being interviewed, it seems Mr. Banks has introduced new championship belts for the entire roster. He's chosen tonight - Kingdom Come - for the big reveal and there is really no better show than tonight.
Connor:A bit late, don't you think Sebastian? It's the 11th hour and we are getting new titles now?
Cohen:I'm sure the boss man has his reasons, CC.
Mr. Banks avoids the mess from the previous encounter still being cleaned up by ringside attendants & gets into the ring, acquiring a microphone. He takes a second to marvel at the audience and the show stage before starting.
Banks:As we remove the clutter on the outside thanks to the previous match, I thought I'd take this opportunity - albeit extremely late - to introduce the newest championship designs to not only the WZCW Universe but to the wrestlers & champions alike. It's been a few years since we've had new designs and I thought we could do with a cosmetic change. As you saw from Johnny Klamor's interview earlier, Titus has already received his new Eurasian championship but due to personal commitments, he has taken the belt and left the building so I cannot show you all out here.
A small amount of boos from the crowd.
Banks:However, we have two more new championship designs to show off, one of which comes with a name change as well.
Banks stands behind the podium to the left of the ring.
Banks:Long have people debated about the name of the Elite X championship. What exactly does the "X" stand for in the name "Elite X?" Does it stand for extreme? Is it the Roman Numeral for 10, indicating the person is a perfect 10 among the most Elite competitors? Nobody knows, honestly. What's made this title more confusing is the personality changes it has received as well, with Steven Holmes re-christening the title as well as the Elite 7 Gauntlet rules. Today, I'm here to give finality and closure to the title and the meaning behind it. The name of the Elite X championship is more; from this day forth, it shall now be called...
... the Elite Openweight Championship!
Mr. Banks rips back the red velvet to reveal the championship to the world. The camera gets a close up of the newly-polished belt.
The crowd gives a roar in approval.
Banks:The Elite Openweight championship is a title open to all-comers who wish to prove their worth as an Elite champion. You want to become a champion but the competition is too fierce at the top? It doesn't take long to prove yourself worthy of an opportunity to become a contender in the openweight division and challenge for this championship. Many different people from different walks of live will challenge for this title; whichever Cerberus member walks out with the title tonight will have to deal with a variety of challengers trying to cut their teeth in this very competitive environment.
Banks moves over to the middle podium.
Banks:When competitors have cut their teeth and successfully climbed near the top of the mountain, there is but only championship left for them to conquer and that is the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship!
Banks removes the covering, revealing a glistening new World title shining to the audience in all its glory.
Another huge roar from the crowd.
Banks:The shining beacon of WZCW, highlighted by the purity of the white belt strap; the greatest prize for any competitor who steps in this ring. The best competitor deserves the best belt and the solid gold plating gives that competitor the glorious and intense aura one deserves. I am especially proud of this title and I hope both Theron Daggershield & Dr. Zeus feel the same way as they fight over this title in our main event. Perhaps this new look will provide a new motivation for them?
As Banks visibly ponders the question, he moves over to the final podium that is slightly bigger than the rest. He immediately removes the cover, revealing the Tag Team titles.
For those who have yet to see them:
Banks:Now, you've all bear witness to these new championships as Cerberus revealed these titles amidst their amazing title reign earlier this year so there isn't much point of revealing them now. However, these are out here tonight because they have no place to call home. Ascension 100 saw Mikey Stormrage & Matt Tastic vacate these titles in favour of settling their differences, giving a new team an opportunity to call themselves champions... but the real question is which team will step up to the plate and fill the very big shows that the longest reigning tag team champions as well as four other very accomplished wrestlers left behind? 2015 has provided us with some amazing tag teams and the winning team of the next match must not mar the legacy of these newly-revitalized titles.
I implore all teams to give it their all tonight and continue showing just the entire Tag Team division what it means to be the dueling World champions. So, without further ado, let's get this ring cleared and the World Tag Team title match started!
The crowd cheers loudly as Mr. Banks puts the microphone on the ground and exits the ring as ringside attendants move into the ring to put the podiums carefully on the outside.
Cohen:An excellent, uplifting speech by the boss. If that didn't light a fire under the arses of each team then I don't know what will.
Connor:It must have cost a pretty penny to get those new championships ordered right in time for Kingdom Come.
Copeland:Money has no value when it comes to championships, CC. These are richest prizes in our industry and I cannot wait to see who will be the next team to wear those titles. Let's get it going!
The lights go out in the arena as the music begins to play. Two silhouettes appear on screen as images of destruction and mayhem are shown. Soon a single spotlight shows Brittany O’Shea at the top of the ramp, following close behind her is Logan McAllister and Armando Paradyse. Logan holds a steel pipe while Armando is sporting a barbed wire baseball bat. They begin to move down the ramp while Brittany stays at the top of the ramp preparing to give them their formal introduction.
Brittany: "Ladies and Gentleman, allow me to introduce you to the next WZCW tag team champions...Logan McAllister! Armando Paradyse! Men! Of! Mayhem!"
Copeland: That’s a very bold statement to make.
Cohen: And it’s that bold personality that these two share that is going to bring them the tag team titles tonight.
Connor: While that is yet to be seen these have indeed proved all the naysayers wrong thus far, and they have a massive opportunity tonight to claim the vacant tag team titles.
As the Men of Mayhem entire the ring pyro pops and the words “Mayhem” above them in the ring as they pose and insult the crowd.
The lights go out as three spotlights shine down on the center of the stage. Fire erupts all along stage as El Califa Dragon slowly raises up directly into the spotlights, his body turned away from the crowd as he spreads his wings out wide. He throws his head back as a loud roar can be heard through the arena. As he turns the lights go out again. El Califa remains illuminated in a ghostly fashion as the fire erupts on stage again. Ty Burna slowly appears on top of the tron, his hands spread out wide. He wears a blood red robe with the hood up, his eyes glowing red as he lifts his hands up. Lightning strikes down where he is as the lights fade again.
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The spotlights return as smoke fills the aisle, two pairs of glowing red eyes peer through the smoke. Another roar can be heard as Califa emerges through the fog, running and jumping over the top rope and rolling into the ring, spreading his wings out. Fire erupts from the four ring posts as Ty walks out from the fog, tossing the hood of his robe back, revealing wild black and blood red hair. He walks up the steps and enters the ring, the lights dimming one final time, leaving the Phantoms in a faint astral glow.
Harrys: Weighing in a combined 415 pounds, Ty Burna and El Califa Dragon, The Phantoms of Chaos!
Connor: Tonight El Califa may gain the chance to once again climb the mountain top that is the tag team division and and Ty Burna may have the chance to claim the only title that has alluded him. If these two are successful tonight they can make history and assert their dominance.
Cohen: It all sounds easy on paper but the fact of the matter is they’re going to have to go through three others teams to do it.
The Phantoms enter the ring with Arianna and Skylar cheering on nearby in the crowd and stand opposite of the MoM who clutch their weapons tightly as they await more opponents.
The lights in the arena go down once again, no spotlights are shown however, only rings of fire are form on the stage. The eerie sound of children’s laughter can be heard as it echoes through the arena with the voices saying the same thing over and over again…
Children Of The Damned;
Hallowed by thy name;
Thy Kingdom Come…
From within the pit of fire, an inverted cross rises to the stage. John Doe stands to one side, a welded crown of thorns adorning his head, fists outstretched to his sides in a mocked crucifixion. Fallout kneels across from him, simulating prayer. Once the full display is seen by the crowd, the fire dies, leaving the arena in darkness, with only a few flashbulbs spotted in the abyss.
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The lights return as the official Children of the Damned theme begins as John Doe and Fallout appear in the center of the ring startling the Men of Mayhem and quickly gaining the attention of the Phantoms.
Harrys: Weighting a combined 465 pounds, John Doe and Fallout, Children of the Damned!
Copeland: I...I have no words.
Cohen: Lots of creepy spotlight things happening tonight it seems.
Connor: If Doe and Fallout are as quick efficient tonight as they’ve been in the past we may have a very creepy pair of tag team champions.
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The gentlemanly ant appears on the top of the massive stage waving happily to the massive and thunderous crowd but instead of making his way down to the ring he waits and his music quickly changes to that of his tag team partner.
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Beard quickly runs across the stage frantically yelling Beard as the crowd gets more and more into it. He stops to greet his tag team partner of the stage and the two embrace in a handshake before making their down the ramp and eventually entering the ring to stare down the rest of their opponents.
Harrys: Weighing a combined 444 pounds, elegAnt and the Beard, Bearded Ants!
Copeland: Beard has climbed the tag team mountain before but can he do it with a different partner?
Cohen: One with the brain size of an Ant no less?
Connor: While we all know that’s not the case we have to wonder whether these two will have the cohesiveness needed to win the titles tonight, but both are highly accomplished and their victory wouldn’t shock me in the slightest.
* DING DING DING *
The bell rings and the Men of Mayhem immediately look to use their weapons to attack the Bearded Ants. elegAnt and Beard both duck the blows and deliver kicks to the gut forcing Logan and Armando to drop their weapons. They kick them the weapons of the ring and hit stereo clotheslines stunning the Men of Mayhem before they roll out of the ring to take a breather. The Children of the Damned take control of the situation however as they knock Beard and and elegAnt out of the ring and the Phantoms soon join the action as Ty, Doe, Fallout, and Califa all begin trading shots with each other as the fans begin to erupt!
Connor: Action is going fast and furious but who is going to get the upperhand?
The Men of Mayhem roll back into the ring and help out the Children of the Damned and begin attacking Ty and Califa. Both teams begin beating on both men. Doe and Fallout turn their attention to Logan and Armando attempting to double cross them but are interrupted as elegANT springboards back into the ring hitting a crossbody taking out both men! Armando and Logan turn around to see the commotion and walk right into a double clothesline from Beard. The ref attempts to gain control and clears most of the men to separate corners as Beard and Ty meet in the middle of the ring to officially start the contest. Neither man starts off slow as they begin trading shots in the middle of the ring. It looks as if the Harbinger of Chaos is getting the better hand but eventually Beard meets with a knee to the gut and Irish whips Ty to the other side of the ring. Beard bends over looking to hit a back body drop but Ty comes prepared and hits a Facebreaker DDT! Ty quickly goes for the cover but before a one count is even made Beard’s insect partner breaks of the pin! The ref gets elegANT back on the apron and Ty wastes no time getting Beard back up and proceeds to tag in El Califa. The two deliver stereo kicks to the chest before Ty exits the ring and Califa takes over. The dragon looks to pick Beard up by the head but the former world champion powers through and slams Califa into his corner and and begins shoulder smashing him. He tags elegANT in but the former Elite X champion allows El Califa out of the corner and to the middle of the ring so the two can evenly match up.
Cohen: What an idiot! Why would he do such a thing?
Copeland: It’s obvious the two have mutual respect for a each other and elegANT just wants to give him a fair shot.
The two high flyers lock up with El Califa getting the better of the encounter by maneuvering around the insect into a rollup. The dragon only gets a one count before elegANT kicks out, the two men quickly get back up but it is the insect who strikes first as he meets Califa with a jumping knee lift stunning him long enough to follow up with a collar elbow suplex. elegANT then goes to hit a Lionsault but Logan tags himself in mid move, Califa is able to get knees up as the insect comes down. El Califa gets up not knowing the tag has been made and Logan comes in and hits a release German suplex throwing El Califa halfway across the ring. elegANT clutches his ribs in pain and Logan hits a spinebuster on him for good measure. El Califa gets back up and Logan hits a Fallaway Slam and goes for the cover 1...2...Califa kicks out! Logan quickly drags Califa back to his corner and tags in Armando. The former mayhem champ quickly hops n the ring and hits a standing moonsault on Califa and hooks the leg for the pin but this time Ty is quickly in the ring to breakup any potential pin. Armando attempts to lock in Mayhem in Paradyse but Califa does his best to stop that from happening. Eventually Califa is able to reverse the submission hold into a Curbstomp taking out Armando before collapsing on the ground in pain.
Copeland: Califa has been in this match so far longer than anyone, he needs to tag out if he and Ty intend to win this match.
Califa struggles but he begins to make his way towards Ty for the hot tag, however before he can get there Logan hops in the ring and knocks Ty off the apron. He attempts to do the same to elegANT but he lowers the top rope and Logan falls to the outside. With no one left for either legal man to tag Califa begins crawling towards the Beard and the Insect while Armando heads toward Doe and Fallout. Califa tags in Beard at the exact moment Armando tags in Fallout. Both men hop in the ring and Beard hits a spinning heel kick taking down Fallout. Doe gets in attempting to help his partner but before he can make it out of the corner Beard squashes him with a running elbow. elegANT then follows up with a stinger splash causing Doe to fall in the corner and Beard finally follows up with a cannonball splash in the corner. Both men high five as the crowd cheers them on but Fallout gets to his feet and hits an STO taking down Beard. elegANT begins pounding away on Fallout but the former champion pushes the ant away and Logan pulls down the top rope sending the ant to the outside. Before he can attack on the outside however Califa hits Tope Suicida smashing himself and Logan into the announce table! Fallout picks up the Beard looking to an Axe kick but Beard moves out of the way and hits Poetic Justice! Beard hooks the leg! 1...2….Doe just barely breaks up the pin!
Connor: Doe just barely saved the match for this team!
Ty then enters the ring to dispatch of Doe and hits a running high knee sending Doe back on the ropes, he then follows up with a clothesline sending both men to the outside. Beard then tags in elegANT and the two get on the top rope as they look to hit consecutive high flying maneuvers. Beard flies off the top looking to hit the flying headbutt but Fallout moves out of the way! Armando gets on the apron and crotches elegANT on the ropes! Fallout then gets on the top rope and hits an Avalanche Half-Life ! The leg is hooked! 1...2…3!
Harrys: The Bearded Gentleman have been eliminated!
Copeland: Just one little slip up the Bearded Gentleman have been eliminated!
Cohen: See what politeness gets you!
Ty gets back into the ring as the match quickly continues and pounds away on Fallout. He Irish Whips him and Armando who is still on the apron blind tags himself in and Fallout ducks a running knee and hits an Axe kick leaving Ty ripe for the picking. Armando gets in the ring and and hits Ty with a Dream Crusher! He hooks the leg with such massive excitement and glee! 1..2...Califa just barely dives in the ring to break up the pin! Logan quickly follows to begin pounding away on Califa and tosses him out of the ring. Logan and Armando then regroup and get into place to setup for the M3. As Logan gets Ty halfway through the move the former world champ reverses it into a powerbomb backbreaker! El Califa then springboards off the ropes hitting a leaping DDT on Armando! He then pops right back and hits a double dropkick taking both Doe and Fallout off the apron! Ty then tags in Califa, tosses Logan out of the ring, and picks up Armando and hits a double underhook backbreaker into a submission, Califa then comes off the top rope with double knees crushing Armando’s sternum completely! Ty goes to hold Logan back at Califa makes the cover 1...2...3!
Harrys: The Men of Mayhem have been eliminated!
Cohen: Armando’s dreams killed again.
Copeland: At least he made it to Kingdom Come this time.
Connor: But with the elimination of the Men of Mayhem that leaves us with Phantoms of Chaos and Children of the Damned as the final two teams!
Both Ty and Califa wait in the middle of the ring battered as Doe and Fallout regroup on the outside. Anticipation builds at the fans wait for the two teams to finally clash. Eventually Doe and Fallout sprint inside the ring and the two teams begin throwing haymakers! The ref knows he can’t gain any control so he just lets them go at it. Califa and Fallout trade heavy shots but eventually Fallout gets the better of the situation. He backs Califa into a corner and begins to pound away on him. He dumps him over the top rope and looks to help out his tag team partner who is being overwhelmed but Ty has things scouted and hits a pumphandle flipping slam on Fallout. Before he can even get up however Doe meets with a shining wizard and hooks the leg! 1...2….kickout! Doe picks up Ty and tries to hit a European uppercut but Ty catches the arm and counters into a backslide pin! 1..2….Doe kicks out! The two pop up and deliver big boots right in the middle of each other’s faces and they fall on top with the ref not sure who’s making the cover. He counts anyway, 1..2...
Both Califa and Fallout break up the pin!
Copeland: This is amazing, both these teams want the tag titles so badly!
Connor: The tag division may just be rejuvenated after all!
The fans are on their feet as all for men are barely moving on the ground. Califa and and Fallout get to their feet and Fallout charges at Califa but the luchador pulls down the top rope and Fallout falls to the floor. Califa turns around right into European uppercut from Doe followed by a hangman’s neckbreaker! Doe gets back up and is met with a kick to the gut and looks to hit the Desecration Annihilation but stops when he sees Fallout grab both Arianna and Skylar over the guardrail by their hair! Fallout tosses Skylar into the ring and hits the Half-Life on Arianna straight on the floor! Ty quickly runs out to check on the unconscious Arianna as Fallout gets back in the ring and grabs hold of Skyla. Califa gets back to his feet and is met with a devastating roaring elbow from Doe sending Califa to the outside knocked out! Fallout begins yelling at Ty to get in the lay down or else he’ll crush Skylar like he did Arianna.
Copeland: He’s screaming at Ty to just give up the match!?
Connor: Don’t do it Ty! Don’t let them get away with this!
Cohen: It’s that Skylar is toast!
With the fans chanting no Ty looks at the terrified Skylar who is shaking in fear Ty rolls into the ring with little to no resistance and Doe hits with another devastating roaring elbow. Fallout tosses Skylar out of the ring and they hit the Crucifixion into Radiation Sickness! Ty is eventually forced to tap out as the ref calls for the bell!
Harrys: The Phantoms of Chaos are eliminated, therefore here are your winners, and new World tag team champions….THE CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED!
Connor: What monsters these two are! Hurting defenseless onlookers!
Copeland: These two cross the line tonight in a big way.
Cohen: But they’re the new champs, and you can’t take that away from them.
Doe and Fallout are handed the championships and celebrate in the ring as Califa begins to stir on the outside not realizing what has happened.
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We see the bicep of a very muscular man doing some reps with a dumbbell.
The screen transitions to a man tapping his cane labelled "Alice" on the ground before throwing it in the air, catching it with one hand.
The next shot is of a woman who fixes up her thigh-socks.
The final shot is all three ex-members of the faction known as Cerberus getting ready for their upcoming contest. They all take a deep breath simultaneously before exiting their respective locker rooms, ready for their upcoming match.
Copeland:The first Elite Openweight championship defense takes place as the former members of Cerberus stand in the same ring for the final time together. Which one of them will walk out as the champion: the Monsieur of Muscle, the Catalyst or - the current champion - the Fabulous model?
Harrys: Ladies & gentlemen, I present to you the Triple Threat Match of the evening, and it will be for the WZCW Elite Openweight Championship!!!
Tale of The Tape
For over a year Cerberus dominated the Tag Division, becoming the longest reigning team of all time.
Eve Taylor, the "Third Head of Cerberus", rose up through the ranks by capturing the Eurasian Championship and recently the Elite Championship. She is the first woman to have both titles on her record.
Dissension started at Lethal Lottery 2015, when Eve eliminated both Flex Mussel and Ramparte.
Flex Mussel tried reasoning with his friends, but to no avail. Ramparte blames Eve Taylor for their implosion. Eve looks to add her former colleagues to her first title defense.
Ten EXTREMELY buff bodybuilders walk onstage in double-file, and each of them carry a hundred pound weight with them. They each get on one side of the runway, and anticipate someone's arrival.
Connor:What's this?
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Flex Mussel comes out in a jumpsuit! He embraces the fans on top of the stage and slowly makes his way down the ramp. One bodybuilder after another place weights on his shoulders! The weight becomes more immense as he makes his way down the ramp and the crowd marvels at the sight of him holding a thousand pounds. Eventually Flex gets to the ring where he then drops it all to the ground and begins to "flex" for the crowd. After he enters the ring he then strips off his jumpsuit revealing more weights tied to his body and he takes those off as well. He paces the ring- ready for the next challenger.
Harrys: Introducing first, hailing from Paris, France, weighing 220 pounds, Flex Mussél!!!
Copeland: He...he just walked to the ring with more than 1,000 pounds weighing him down. I think this Frenchmen broke a record or something.
Cohen: I am in awe, but this display of athleticism may come back to haunt him tonight. He knows his opponents QUITE well. Now is not the time for showboating.
Connor: Flex has always been the calm voice of reason in the pack. I know this particular fight is going to tear him up on the inside. Hell, probably a bit with each of them. It's not everyday that you see such close friends become deadly rivals. This will be bloody.
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Red strobe lights dance across the ramp. Ramparte steps out with a large Cerberus helmet hiding his face; ready for battle. He soaks in the mix off boos and cheers and takes his time getting to the ring. Once he steps in, he removes the helmet and casually drops it for staff to pick up and take away.
Harrys: Making his way to the ring, from Little Rock, Arkansas-
A fan jumps the barricade! She slides into the ring, snatches the microphone from Harrys, and starts doing his job for him. Her face is a familiar one as some in attendance scream out "Batti!"
Batti: Konichiwa!!! Lemme give you the honor of introducing the #1 Tsundere of Wrestling, the Anti-Social Messiah! The Reclusive One, He makes fan-girls freak, and lonely housewives weak, The Catalyst himself, Ramparte!!!! ^_^
Batti Otaku quickly runs back out as Security is right on her tail.
Connor: That was odd. "Tsundere"?
Cohen: What do you expect? Odd is the kind of life Ramparte leads. He has been more like a third wheel of Cerberus for a long time- it's nice to see some random in the audience pay him attention.
Copeland: Don't take him lightly, Jack. We all know he blames Eve Taylor for this match. Notice how he wore that iron dog mask. He's here to see the end of the Cerberus story.
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Taylor walks out slowly and treats the stage as a fashion runway, stopping at the top of the stage. She pulls out her Fleuve d'étoiles whip (River of Stars whip) and cracks the air before raising her Elite Openweight Championship high above. She heads down the ramp with the title held high and her whip slithering behind her. She heads up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckles & poses Rocky-style with the Elite Openweight championship.
Harrys: And their opponent, making her way down the runway, from Milan, Italy; she is the WZCW Elite Openweight Champion, "The Fabulous" Eve Taylor!!!
Copeland: ..and this woman wants nothing more than to defend her title on the grandest stage against her wolfpack brothers. This is what Kingdom Come is all about!
Connor: History has repeated itself. Last year, Eve Taylor and Aubrey Sloan were the best of friends around Lethal Lottery, but betrayal drove them apart. Eve Taylor set her sights on reigning supreme. Now she does the same thing to her Cerberus stablemates. Judas catwalks among us.
Cohen: Judas?!? Are you joking? Eve Taylor has risen through the ranks as THE queen of wrestling. She has put many opponents to the heel, and looked stunning while doing it. No, she didn't betray anybody. They were only in her way. This is a business, not a charity.
Eve Taylor jumps down from the turnbuckle and surveys the ring with her two partners in the ring. She slowly enters the ring and gives the Elite Openweight championship to Referee Keith Morse. He shows the title to the two challengers before holding it up. The three members of Cerberus slowly close the gap on each other but before they can get close, Morse gets in the middle of all three to explain the rules. He makes sure all the participants understand how the match is going to go down.
Copeland:According to referee Keith Morse, he's decided that this Championship Triple Threat will follow a more traditional set of rules where count-outs and disqualifications aren't a reason to stop this match.
Connor:He, every member of the WZCW Universe and all three wrestlers want to see a winner emerge and we know this could get ugly. This is the biggest stage after all; let them fight it out.
Morse steps back and signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
All three members of Cerberus take the time to stare one another down, looking for an early opening. They stand their ground, unmoved at the audience or anything else in the world. Eve eyes Flex, Flex stares daggers at Ram, and Ram licks his lips, gazing at the runway model. Ramparte looks away and locks eyes with Flex, whose stare switches from him to Eve. The Catalyst nods, and together the old tag team start the match by assaulting Eve Taylor!
The Third Head of Cerberus strikes back, but the onslaught is too much and she is dumped out of the ring quickly a la Lethal Lottery.
Copeland: Payback perhaps?
Cohen: Pissing her off, more like.
With Eve Taylor down on the outside, Flex Mussel and Ramparte look at one another once again. The two friends back away, unsure of what intentions the other has. It's Flex that snaps to- catching Ramparte with a right hook. Ram staggers, but retaliates swiftly with a right hand of his own. They exchange shocked expressions. The audience jumps at the opportunity to boo Ramparte's punches and cheer on Flex as they continue to one-up the other.
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"NO!"
"NO!!!"
"YES!!!!"
"YES!!!!!"
"YES!!!!!!"
As Ramparte and Flex come to blows, the champion bides her time while she isn't in the ring by checking underneath the ring for a weapon. She pulls out a steel chair and slides back in with it. With their backs turned, she brings them both down with a resounding CLACK across their shoulders! They collapse and Eve sits the chair up. She grabs Flex Mussel, holds his neck under her arm and hesitates. She shakes her head and moves away from the prone chair, mouthing "This is for you" into the camera. Flex tries wriggling out, but the model applies pressure and lifts him up in the air with all of her might. Eve sends Flex to the canvas with a brainbuster.
Cohen: Wait...I've never seen her hit that move before.
Connor: That was Aubrey Sloan's finisher. But why would she...
Copeland: Tribute? Trolling? Who knows with Eve Taylor. She is a social enigma.
With Flex cradling his head, Eve turns to Ramparte. The shut-in is on all fours gazing back up at the model. He gives her a scathing look, and licks his lips. But Taylor stays on the offense- driving an elbow into the back of his neck. She leaps up, grabbing a handful of Ramparte's long black hair, and pulls him to his feet. He swipes at her, but she delivers a vicious knee into his stomach. Doubling over, she pushes him into sitting down on the steel chair. She runs the ropes, hope onto Ramparte's shoulders, and executes Mascarana! They both crash down into the mat.
Flex Mussel pulls himself together, sees his stablemates are down, and bounds for the steel chair, he folds it up and waits for Eve to stand. He rotates his body around and around with the chair extended out. Like a human tornado, the impact crushes Eve Taylor; causing her to unintentionally flip to the canvas! Flex continues the makeshift Spin & Win by decimating Ramparte as well. He goes down in a dead slump. Flex slows down and drops the chair- too dizzy to carry on. With both of his opponents spread out, he makes the knee-jerk decision to go for the cover on Eve. Referee Katie Shephard counts...
1!
2!
Eve breaks the hold.
Copeland: We all know by now Eve isn't going down that easily. This is some wear tactic on Flex's part.
Connor: I disagree. I think Flex wants this night to end as soon as possible.
Cohen: I don't believe either one of you. Flex wants to be Elite Champion more than anybody not named Eve Taylor. Or Ramparte. And he is trying his damndest to make an impression by pinning the champion.
Flex remembers Eve's bad ankles from years of catwalk modelling, and targets a leg. He firmly clasps a Half Leg Boston Crab. Ramparte pulls himself up by using the ropes, and eyes what Flex is doing. His old partner catches on to Ram's movement, and lets go of the hold. Ram makes a wild dash at Flex, Flex dodges, Ram sprints to the other end of the ring, and connects with a High Calf Kick to Mussel's chest. Mussel topples out of the ring! Now only Ram and Eve are in the ring. Ramparte steps over Eve's prone body slowly, relishing her incapacitation, and grabs the chair. He sets it up, toys with the champion until she is on her feet, grabs her close, and Book End's her against the steel object, breaking the chair! He goes for the cover like his partner did.
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2!
3!
Eve gets an arm up just as Katie goes for the 3 count. Flex Mussel is on the outside of the ring asking the audience whether or not he should bring one of the entrance weights from before into the match. They sound of positively so he goes to grab a weight wheel.
Connor: One of those have the potential to kill a normal person.
Cohen: Good thing nobody in that ring is normal.
Flex Mussel slides back into the ring with a wheel. As the two struggle against each other, Eve rakes Ramparte in the eyes. Blinded, Ramparte backs away and Eve turns her attention on Flex. Her eyes grow wide at the sight of the intimidating pound of metal. She attempts to take it away from him, they play tug-of-war, and Ramparte is caught in the cross-fires! It goes right across his face and he falls to the ground. Blood starts to flow from his face. Flex gains the upperhand on Eve Taylor and makes her eat the weight! Her mouth begins to show signs of red as well. She is in complete shock and spastically crawls to a corner of the ring. She is distraught at the fear of being disfigured. With Eve in tears and Ram down, Flex drops the weight and hesitates. He shakes it off and pins Ramparte:
1...
2...
Eve is the one to break the cover. She sneers with a crazed look in her eyes.
Cohen: There's just no stopping the Third Head of Cerberus. She will not be denied a title defense.
Copeland: If she carries on about her looks she will. Vanity kills a fighting spirit, Jack. I think she is showing signs of weakness now. Flex can exploit it.
Flex yanks Eve Taylor up and tosses her onto his shoulders. Full Body Fitness! But no- Mussel has second thoughts and just as quickly as he lifted her up he sent her right back down. He shook his head, mad at himself as if he can't beat her like that. Eve frantically moves for the weight wheel, Flex grapples with her again, and gets the wheel across his face! A small bit of swelling develops over his eye. All three are spread out over the canvas, but Katie Shephard can't give the 10 count due to it being a Triple Threat.
Copeland: They're so evenly matched. They've worked together for so long it's taking all they have just to keep one down.
Showing his brute strength, Flex once again is the man standing alone. Ramparte shows some signs of movement...Flex picks him up...he places Ram's head between his legs...Mussel Bomb! The double powerbomb isn't followed by a pin, however. Ramparte is out, and Flex turns his attention back to Eve Taylor. Eve glances his way with a look of horror, as if she can't believe he is this strong. Flex grabs her by the hair, puts her between his legs as well...and delivers yet another Mussel Bomb!! Finding his groove now, Flex grabs the broken chair and sets it up as balanced as possible, and goes for the weight wheel. He places the wheel on the seat of the chair. He turns around and is met with a High Heel Kick! All of Flex's energy is snuffed out as his face collides with the weight and the chair! With Flex facedown, the dazed Taylor drops a Fashion Statement to the back of his head for good measure. Her lips and chin are coated in blood now as she smiles and moves away from Flex. Ramparte kicks her in the midsection, and lands The Denoument! The Denoument keeps Eve Taylor down as Ramparte completes the finisher by pinning the champion!
1...
2...
3..!
No! Ramparte breaks his own hold on her! His entire face is the proverbial crimson mask as he laughs and laughs again hysterically. He shakes his head "no" at the referee and slowly slips out of the ring.
Copeland: What the hell is he doing?
Cohen: I...what??!?
Connor: ???
He walks over to the announce table and demands a microphone. Ramparte gets one, and pants as he talks to the world.
Ramparte: Wait...you're losing? No, no, no you can't lose yet you haven't confessed.
He picks up the Cerberus helmet he discarded earlier in the other hand. The Catalyst steps into the ring with the entire audience going silent. He stands over Eve; no longer smiling, but grimacing down at her. He glances over at Flex's lifeless body, at his mask, and then at her direction again. His voice grew impatient.
Ramparte: Say it! Say what you did. Tell the world how you USED US! Me, Flex Mussel, Aubrey Sloan...you used us. Have you no shame?!? YOU USED US!!! SAY IT. YOU USED CERBERUS!
The Fabulous One painfully crawls to Ramparte. He tries to stand his ground as the blood from his head causes him to sway. She uses him to pull herself up to eye level. She has a hard time breathing, and begins to talk but can't. Eve slides her arm around Ramparte. Ramparte shakes. She wipes the blood from his eyes and draws him in for a kiss. He doesn't move. Whatever power she has left came in with one fell swoop as she pulled him in for an Extreme Makeover! The mic and the helmet fall to the ground and away from his grasp. Ramparte uses his last bit of strength to get to a bottom rope. He drags her along but can't get anywhere. The mic is close to Eve, and what breathe she has left she answers Ramparte...
Eve: I used you. I used Aubrey. But you all used me, too. This was what made Cerberus powerful. And ... I am sorry. Goodnight sweet prince.
With no place to go he makes a bold attempt to snatch the Cerberus helmet. It is a few inches away! He is completely drained as he realizes he can't make it to the weapon. He taps out right beside the Cerberus mask.
Harrys: Here is your winner and STILL Elite Openweight Champion, "The Fabulous" Eve Taylor!!!
Copeland: With emotions running high, the runway model secures a title defense against her fallen brothers. But you were right, Connor. There was blood. They all bled and we may need to change the canvas before the next match.
Connor: Why did Ramparte showboat like that? Victory was there, plain as day! Did he really need to address what we already knew?
Cohen: Guys, guys shut up! Something is going on in the ring.
Flex Mussel leans against a turnbuckle, clutching his head. Eve Taylor sits up- their eyes meet. Ramparte cradles his arm, still on the mat. Mussel staggers to the center of the ring and extends his arms. He bites his lip and tears start to form around his eyes. Eve manages to get to her feet once more. She sees Ram is having trouble getting up. The Fabulous One offers him a hand. He looks at her with uncertainty but then something came over him and he reached out for her. Eve pulls Ram up. Together all three members of Cerberus embrace. The fans find their voice as they sing a chant.
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"Thank You Cerberus!" Clap Clap ClapClapClap
"Thank You Cerberus!" Clap Clap ClapClapClap
"Thank You Cerberus!" Clap Clap ClapClapClap
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Cohen: I've never heard the fans chant FOR Cerberus. Are...god forbid...are they getting back together after all of that?
Copeland: I don't think so. This feels final. They terrorized the tag division for more than a year, but look at them now. Even demons deserve an encore I guess.
Connor: There will always be that lingering question in the back of my mind though. With the division going through a renaissance now, do you guys think that-that this is truly the last we've seen of them?
Copeland: Time will tell. Eh, I guess it's not too weird that just this one time, I will say it: Hail Cerberus. Indeed it was an interesting run with these three.
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Copeland:Coming up next is a long storied rivalry between two of the greats in this business: Constantine & "Showtime" Cougar. The careers of these two men have always intersected and clashed with each other on many occasions, whether they be fighting together as allies or tearing each other as foes. They fought for the Elite, the fought for the Showtime PowerTrip, they fought for betrayal and they fought for championships... but no matter how hard Constantine tried, he could never really get the best of "Showtime" Cougar.
Cohen:That's not to say that Constantine isn't accomplished though, Seabass. The man has held the World & Elite championships on multiple occasions, won the King for a Day briefcase and successfully completed the Elite title gauntlet. Constantine has one of the best resume's in WZCW history. Unfortunately, when paired up - or even just being around - "Showtime" Cougar, his accomplishments are overshadowed. Constantine cannot stand being second best and has made it his point to go after the Hall of Fame legend once more in an effort to prove himself better than Showtime.
Connor:Showtime isn't going to be backing down from this fight. Constantine has been a dangerous individual since he snapped, taking down some of the biggest foes in WZCW ever such as Ty Burna & Matt Tastic but Showtime won't be letting Constantine run rampant over him. Whatever your thoughts are on Showtime and how shady & miserable that man has been in the past, he got inducted into the Hall of Fame for good reason. The man has done it all aside from winning the King for a Day briefcase but who needs it when you're the first-ever three-time World champion? Although this feud runs deep with hatred, this time its about Showtime being a Hall of Fame legend and Constantine looking to prove he deserves to be in the discussion by being better than the best.
Copeland:It's going to be a war between these two and for the first time in WZCW history, these two will square off against each other at Kingdom Come where both men will bring their absolute best. This might not be a Mayhem Rules or a Last Man Standing match but don't expect these two to have a clean technical performance in the ring. Constantine will be coming at Showtime hard and Showtime can throw punches as hard as he can take them. The battle of the Elite begins now.
As the signature opening guitar riff comes in, the music stops as pyrotechnics rain down from the ceiling and burst out into a beautiful display across the stage entrance before kick-starts the music the again. Showtime walks out through the large billowing smoke cloud left by the fireworks pumped up and ready to go with the fans giving him a loud cheer! He stands on the top of the ramp as he looks out to the people of Canada. He has a big smile on his face with hands on his hips, not believing the sight he is seeing. He riles up the crowd who gives him a louder cheer as he does his signature diamond pose with one last shot of fireworks before heading down the ramp, interacting with the fans and giving him hi-fives.
Harrys: Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing 219 pounds, 2014 Hall of Fame inductee... "SHOWTIME" DAVID COUGAR!
Copeland:Listen to that ovation for Showtime in his home country. He's been getting amazing reactions at every stop in Canada but this... this is huge. Such a show of respect for the legend.
Cohen:Like CC said, doesn't matter how you feel about the man for what he has done in the past, he's earned this for everything he has done. One more thing he is going to be punished for achieving tonight in this match.
Connor:With such support from this massive crowd, Showtime will definitely be feeding off this energy to keep him going for longer than his body would normally allow.
Showtime slides into the ring and jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up it to look out into the sea of fans who are cheering him. He shakes his head in disbelief but relishes in the moment by giving them another signature diamond pose with his hands, to which the entire audience does as well. Showtime jumps down to the canvas and runs the ropes, doing some final minute warm-ups before standing next to senior official Jurou Akiyama.
As the music dies down, the lights in the entire arena go dim as more smoke begins appearing from the entrance.
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The smoke fills the entire entrance way, making it very difficult to see. However, a figure with a burlap sack can be seen walking out through the smoke... and a second... and another! Multiple different people of different sizes walk out with burlap sacks over their head until one man walks in the middle of them all, standing in front of all of them. He slowly removes the burlap sack to reveal himself to be Constantine. The crowd boos heavily as Constantine stares directly at Showtime in the ring with all the others in burlap sacks looking straight at Showtime as well.
Harrys: His opponent, from The Depths of Despair, weighing 265 pounds... CONSTANTINE!
Connor:Those burlap sacks give me the creeps... and the eyes of Constantine. He looks focused.
Cohen:Does that vision look like it instills fear and nightmares? Because that's what Constantine wants to do to Showtime; he wants Showtime to see this vision every time he falls asleep so he can haunt him with this victory.
Connor:Constantine better be prepared, then. He's got the confidence in himself but that's never helped him in the past against Showtime. If he wants to beat a Hall of Fame legend, he better give a legendary performance.
Constantine slowly walks down the ramp, not removing his gaze off Showtime. He walks up the steps and slowly enters the ring, standing tall in the middle. Showtime, not afraid of Constantine, walks straight up to him and goes toe-to-toe with Constantine. Senior official Jurou Akiyama does his best to squeeze in-between the two competitors and breaks them up, pushing them back. Showtime bounces up and down on the spot, flicking his wrists and straightening his knee pads whilst Constantine stands opposite him merely breathing and looking at Showtime. Akiyama checks both men, making sure everything is up to par.
Copeland:Good thing we've got the senior official calling this match; Akiyama knows a thing or two about fierce rivalries from back in his day when he was a wrestler so he might be a little more lenient on the combatants tonight.
As they both give signal that they are ready to compete, Akiyama calls for the bell and beginning of this contest.
* DING DING DING *
Showtime instantly goes on the defensive, anticipating an immediate attack from Constantine but the former politician stands there just watching him. Showtime stands his ground in the middle of the ring, preparing himself for a strike at any moment. Constantine remains fixated on Showtime but not doing anything, making Showtime slightly confused and lowering his guard a little. As soon as he does, Constantine swings with a big haymaker punch and clocks Showtime in the face, unable to bring his hands up in time. Showtime staggers and trips to the canvas, holding his face. Constantine does not follow up though and returns to a dormant position. Showtime takes his time getting up.
Connor:What a unique strategy by Constantine. Fighting 101 tells you to take advantage of your opponent should you knock them silly like that but Constantine is doing the exact opposite.
Cohen:Constantine understands Showtime knows him all too well; he's decided to use a completely different fighting style to throw Showtime off his game. Notice how Showtime was ready for an aggressive attack? Constantine baited him in.
Showtime strokes his chin as he paces for a bit before turning back to Constantine, looking for a traditional tie-up. Again, Constantine remains still and waits for Showtime who slowly gets closer. Showtime makes sure to signal he is going for the tie-up and as he throws his arms, Showtime feigns and goes for a kick. Constantine sees through Showtime's game-plan and smacks Showtime's leg away with one arm and using the other arm to deliver a big lariat to Showtime, knocking him back down to the canvas again. Once more, Constantine does not follow up and continues to be the impenetrable wall in the middle of the ring. The crowd boos as Constantine almost refuses to fight whilst Showtime looks to recover.
Copeland:Seems to be working very well. Showtime cannot penetrate through Constantine's defenses. He needs to think of something else.
Connor:If Showtime can't hit him, how does he mount any offense?
Showtime looks towards Akiyama who hasn't got an answer and shrugs, telling the two to get back to it. Showtime stares and studies Constantine, seeing him do nothing. Instead of attacking Constantine, Showtime goes over to the corner. He looks back at Constantine to make sure he doesn't follow and goes to the second turnbuckle, posing for the fans. They respond with cheers and adulation for Showtime. He looks back and sees the blank expression of Constantine change to a more confused look. Showtime smirks to himself and hops down, going to a nearby turnbuckle and posing again for the fans who love it. Showtime gets down and exits the ring, going to the fans in the front row and interacting with them. He shakes their hands, hi-fives a few people and even takes a selfie with one of the more hardcore Showtime fans. Constantine doesn't seem to amused by Showtime's antics as he does a victory lap around the ring, sticking out his hand to hi-five all the fans before jumping on the announcer's desk, posing on it for the whole crowd. He does his signature diamond pose in sync with the entire crowd.
Cohen:What in God's name does Showtime think he is doing? He's facing off against one of the best competitors of the modern era and he's ignoring him? He hasn't even landed a successful hit and he's on our damn desk showboating! Get off, you idiot!
Constantine grows impatient and angry at Showtime completely turning his back on him, forgetting about his existence. This prompts Constantine to finally break formation and head straight to the outside, looking to go right after Showtime. He goes over and grabs the leg of Showtime, looking to rip him off. Showtime quickly kicks Constantine square in the nose, causing Constantine to stagger back and hold his face. Showtime sets up and dives off the announcers' desk with a diving crossbody, causing Showtime to force Constantine right into the ring apron. Constantine holds his back in pain as Showtime pops up, posing once more for the fans.
Copeland:Showtime couldn't attack Constantine so he baited him out by completely ignoring Constantine, knowing full well that turning his back on Constantine would cause a sore spot and trigger Constantine's hatred for him. Constantine dropped his guard and Showtime took advantage.
Connor:How devious of Showtime; very crafty indeed.
Akiyama warns Showtime to bring the fight back into the ring immediately. Showtime helps Constantine get to his feet and looks to throw him inside but Constantine reverses, sending Showtime into the ring apron stomach first. Showtime drops to one knee as Akiyama berates Constantine who slides into the ring, breaking the count. Constantine rolls back to the outside and grabs Showtime by the head, throwing him into the crowd barrier. The fans pat Showtime on the back to will him on as Constantine throws a couple of punches to Showtime, doing more damage. Constantine pulls Showtime away from the barrier and points to the corner piece near the timekeeper's area. He pushes Showtime back before attempting a hard irish whip... but Showtime reverses at the last second, sending into the corner barrier first with a huge thud! Constantine clutches his back whilst Showtime takes a second to recover, noticing where Constantine is situated. Showtime runs at the crowd barrier and leaps onto it, jumping off immediately to hit Constantine in the face with a picture perfect dropkick! The crowd cheers loudly as Constantine drops down to the ground. Showtime gets up and points to his boot before pointing at Constantine. He goes over and begins stomping a mudhole into Constantine with the crowd counting along, increasing in tempo as Showtime increases the frequency of the kicks...
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!
11, 12, 13, 14...
The crowd begins losing count as Showtime barrels the stomps towards Constantine at such a high speed, kicking the tar out of Constantine. Showtime stops and the crowd roars as Showtime poses once more before rolling back into the ring to break the count.
Cohen:This isn't a No Disqualification match; get him back in the ring and fight him like a man Show! Why isn't Akiyama reinforcing these rules anyway?
Copeland:As we said, Akiyama knows a thing or two about intense rivalries. He's not going to step in-between these two as much as he normally would so they can get it out of their systems.
Showtime rolls back out and pulls up Constantine, deliver an elbow to the back for good measure before finally bringing Constantine into the ring. Showtime slides in and goes for a cover...
... 1
and a kick-out just after.
Showtime quickly pops up and hits a leg drop across the throat of Constantine. He gets up again and delivers another leg drop... and then another! Showtime gets up for a fourth, this time making sure to get into correct position before jumping, landing a more impactful leg drop compared to the others. He goes for the cover...
... 1
... 2
... and Constantine forces his arm up, getting one shoulder off the mat.
Showtime grabs the arm Constantine used to kick out and applies a modified armbar, keeping Constantine grounded. Akiyama is in perfect position to call for the submission but Constantine is far from giving up.
Connor:This is the situation Constantine tried to avoid. Showtime is comfortable and in his element when he's got you grounded enough to take his time hitting his attacks and slap a submission hold on you.
Constantine tries his best to get to his feet and attempts a reversal but Showtime is quick to the punch, delivering a nasty elbow to the arm he still has locked tight, causing Constantine to go back to one knee momentarily. Showtime wrenches the arm of Constantine, doing his best to keep him down. Constantine attempts to power out and get to his feet but gets a nasty knife-edge chop from Showtime's free hand, knocking the wind out of Constantine to allow Showtime ample time to wrench the arm of Constantine & go back to an armbar. Showtime successfully grounds Constantine down to his knees and applies heavy pressure on the arm of Constantine. Akiyama asks Constantine if he wishes to give up but he refuses. Constantine tries powering out again but Showtime has the right leverage to keep Constantine down with the pressure. Constantine switches it up and begins biting the hand of Showtime, digging his teeth right into the skin. Showtime lets out a scream but continues applying the pressure, trying not to be bested. Constantine bites down even harder, forcing Showtime to let go and grimaces from the pain. He looks down at his hand and trickles of blood comes out as Constantine spits out whatever skin was hanging off his teeth.
Copeland:Did he rip the flesh off Showtime's hand with his teeth?
Cohen:Sometimes you need to do what is necessary to get out of a perfectly-executed submission.
Akiyama warns Constantine as he tries getting to his feet with Showtime reeling from his bitten hand, shaking away the pain. Showtime goes back to keep his offensive position in tact but as Showtime goes for Constantine, he grabs the bitten hand and chomps his teeth into it again. Showtime screams out in pain as Constantine let's go, drawing out more blood from the hand. Constantine holds his hurt arm as he gets to his feet, going straight after Showtime who is bent clutching his hand. Showtime defends himself with a knife edge chop but he uses his hurt hand, doing as much (if not, more) damage to himself as he did to Constantine. Constantine absorbs the punishment and delivers a headbutt to Showtime, knocking him silly. He delivers another stiff headbutt, knocking Showtime down to the canvas. Constantine takes a second to shake the cobwebs from the damaged arm before he begins stomping down on Showtime, keeping him grounded this time. The crowd boos as Constantine begins standing on Showtime, using the ropes for leverage. Akiyama gets to a count of four before pulling Constantine off, instructing him not to use the ropes. Constantine continues with the stomps as Showtime tries pulling himself up using the ropes but the stomps keep him down. Constantine drags Showtime into the middle for a pinfall attempt...
... 1
... 2 and a kick-out.
Constantine immediately mounts Showtime and begins barreling down with recompense (a series of punches square to the head of Showtime), each shot more precise as Showtime's defenses are weakened with each punch. Constantine delivers a couple more for good measure before covering once more...
... 1
... 2
... shoulder-up by Showtime.
Constantine puts hands on hips and stares at senior official Akiyama who restates that he only counted a two. Constantine takes some time to stretch out his arm.
Cohen:And this is where Constantine excels, methodically beating you down with pinpoint accurate attacks. No fancy showboating or weird tricks from Constantine, just a closed fist and a heavy boot.
Connor:The hatred he has for Showtime and being unable to defeat him in big matches also doesn't bode well for Showtime, neither. There will be more malice in his strikes than usual.
Cohen:The fans might not appreciate his in-ring capabilities and find it boring but it works and that's all he cares about.
Constantine is on his feet with Showtime trying to establish a vertical base. Constantine grabs Showtime by the hurt hand, griping it tightly as he brings him in for a big kitchen sink like knee to the stomach. Showtime drops to his knees but is forced but up to a standing position by Constantine, allowing him to hook Showtime for a standing vertical suplex. Constantine delays the landing for a few seconds, allowing the blood to rush to the head of Showtime but not too long as so the legend can figure out an appropriate reversal. Constantine drives Showtime's back into the canvas and floats over into a pinfall...
... 1
... 2
... another kick-out by Showtime.
Constantine doesn't appreciate the counting efforts made by senior official Akiyama, glaring at him for an answer. Akiyama says it's only two and Constantine shakes his head, turning back to Showtime and applying a sleeper hold on the ground. Showtime does his best to flail about and stop Constantine from getting full pressure & leverage, looking to slip out. Showtime almost succeeds in his efforts but Constantine grabs the bitten hand of Showtime with his free hand, bending it the wrong way. Showtime focuses his efforts on getting his hand free, allowing Constantine to lock in the sleeper properly. Showtime tries getting out but he begins fading fast, losing consciousness and unable to make any sort of escape. Slowly but surely, Showtime fades away and his arms go limp. Akiyama slides into position and grabs the arm of Showtime, lifting it up and dropping it down. Akiyama yells "1" as Showtime does not respond to the referee. The crowd becomes anxious and concerned, starting up chants for Showtime as the referee lifts up and drops the arm of Showtime. Again, no response but the crowd is increasing in volume in support of Showtime. Akiyama picks up the arm for a third time and just before it drops, Showtime let's his hand stay in the air and the crowd begins cheering loudly.
Copeland:Showtime isn't giving up that easy!
Showtime pumps his arm in the air and moves his leg up & down to get the blood circulating through his veins once more and get the crowd behind him. Constantine tries his best apply the pressure to keep Showtime down but the will of Showtime to escape the submission is too strong. Showtime slowly gets up to his feet and delivers a couple of elbows, with the crowd supporting every hit. Showtime goes for a third elbow to the stomach of Constantine but before he can, Constantine lifts up Showtime and drills him into the canvas with a sidewalk slam. The crowd is deflated as Constantine stops Showtime from gaining any momentum. Constantine gets up and measures Showtime, running the ropes to hit a big knee drop to the face of Showtime.
Copeland:Constantine has really thrown Showtime off his game by biting his hand. I expected Showtime to be able to counter most of Constantine's moves considering how well they know each other but Constantine has been able to do almost anything without any problems.
Cohen:There isn't much protecting the bones in your hand, Seabass. Rip away at the skin and you've almost exposed the skeleton, allowing you to deal more damage and pain. Hurting your hand when it is 100% hurts enough as it is. Can you imagine the pain after Constantine has exposed it like he has? You wouldn't be able to think straight and stop someone like Constantine from picking you apart.
As Showtime struggles to get to his feet, Constantine delivers a couple of stomps to the hurt hand of Showtime, making getting to a vertical base even more difficult. He grabs Showtime by the head and slowly brings him to his feet. Showtime manages to break free and slaps Constantine right across the chest with his good hand. Constantine winces as Showtime delivers another open slap before hitting a knife-edge chop, turning Constantine's chest red. Constantine delivers a knee to the stomach of Showtime to stop his momentum and pushes him back to the ropes, looking to send Showtime across the ring. Constantine sets up for a big lariat clothesline but Showtime ducks, running the ropes. Showtime comes back and goes for a desperation crossbody but Constantine catches him, shaking his head. Constantine positions Showtime for the Isolation (fallaway slam) and goes to through Showtime overhead... but Showtime manages to hold on, forcing Constantine back for a crucifix pin...
... 1
... 2
... thr- NO! Kick-out barely made by Constantine.
Constantine is shocked by the pinfall, taking a second or two longer to get to his feet. This leaves Showtime enough time to get to his feet and deliver a massive spinning clothesline, knocking both men down to the canvas. Constantine is dazed whilst Showtime is still feeling the effects of the beating he's suffered throughout the match. Akiyama checks on both men before beginning a count as the crowd cheers and chants for Showtime.
Connor:Showtime almost took Constantine's head off with that clothesline! I'm surprised Constantine let such a devastating attack through with how dominate he's been thus far.
Copeland:The shock of Showtime finally getting back into the game with a reversal pin attempt that almost got him the win knocked Constantine off his mental game. Now is the perfect time for Show to capitalise.
Cohen:If he can get up in time!
Akiyama gets to a count of five when Constantine begins to stir first, closely followed by Showtime. Constantine shakes his head, trying to recover from the powerful clothesline whilst Showtime is hurting all over, doing his best to pull himself up using the ropes. At a count of eight, Constantine is up first and goes over to Showtime still on the ropes. As Constantine approaches, Showtime defends himself with a knife-edge chop. Constantine is angered at leaving his chest open and goes for a headbutt but he meets the elbow of Showtime, knocking him back. Showtime comes at Constantine with another knife-edge chop... and another! The crowd loves Showtime pushing back Constantine to the ropes with the chops, turning Constantine's chest beet red in the process. Showtime goes for an irish whip but Constantine reverses, sending Showtime for the ride. Constantine holds his chest for a second and looks for an attack but the second delay allows Showtime to hit first with a running spinning back elbow, knocking down Constantine. The crowd is fired up now and Showtime feel the energy, running the ropes again hitting another spinning back elbow. Showtime waits for Constantine to get up to his feet, measuring for the Ratings Crash (side effect). Constantine groggily walks into Showtime and goes for it but knowing Show too well, Constantine delivers an elbow to Showtime, escaping the move. Showtime recovers quickly and delivers a knife-edge chop as punishment. Constantine becomes extremely irate at Showtime using the knife-edge, looking to counter with a massive lariat... but Show ducks and hits the Ratings Crash as intended! Showtime goes for the cover...
... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Constantine!
Connor:Now it's time for Showtime to get into the head of Constantine and knock him off his game with all these chops.
Copeland:Any more and Constantine will begin bleeding from the chest.
Showtime gets to his feet and paces around the ring, getting the crowd rowdy as Constantine looks to get up. Showtime grabs Constantine, delivers a stiff kick to the abdomen and hits a quick snap suplex onto Constantine. Showtime pops up and goes over to the turnbuckle, slapping the top rope signalling that he is going to climb. Showtime ascends the corner and gets to the top, pointing to his elbow before pointing to Constantine down below. However, as he looks to Constantine he sees him running at him and splitting his legs, causing Showtime to land groin first on the top turnbuckles. Showtime holds his thighs as Constantine takes a moment to recover.
Cohen:I know Showtime feeds off the crowd whether they love him or hate him but this constant showboating is going to be the death of him here. He could've hit the elbow twice over if he didn't pander to the crowd.
Constantine delivers a headbutt for good measure, ascending the turnbuckles as well. He goes to hook Showtime for a superplex but Showtime refuses to allow Constantine to deliver it. Try as he might, Showtime will not budge. Constantine goes for a headbutt but leaves his chest exposes, allow Showtime to hit an open hand slap. Constantine winces in pain as Showtime hits yet another knife-edge chop. Showtime adjusts himself on the ropes and puts Constantine in the seated position on the top. Showtime gets in front of Constantine and signals for the Final Act! The crowd cheers loudly as Showtime goes to deliver his finisher, looking for the Final Act off the top... but Constantine grabs the damaged hand Showtime used to hook the final act, bending it backwards. Showtime cries out in pain, allowing Constantine to push Showtime down to the canvas, giving him some breathing room. However, Showtime didn't land as hard as he should've and managed to roll backwards, getting back to his feet. Showtime charges Constantine on the turnbuckles, ascends the top and delivers a avalanche arm drag from the top! The crowd cheers loudly as Constantine crashes into the canvas with Showtime taking some of the hit as well. Showtime slowly crawls over to the cover and hooks the leg...
... 1
... 2
... thr- No! Kickout!
Constantine managed to get the shoulder up much to the disappointment of the crowd and Showtime. Akiyama sticks by his count as the match continues. Showtime grabs the legs of Constantine and slowly gets to his feet, looking to put away Constantine with the Commercial Break... but the time it took Showtime to set up, Constantine manages to power out by pushing Showtime back with his legs, causing Showtime to go to the outside. Showtime lands on his feet and climbs back inside the ring as Constantine gets to his feet. Showtime quickly goes after Constantine but he is ready for Show, looking for the Cabin in the Woods... but Showtime slips behind Constantine. Showtime attempts one of his signature moves the Backstage DDT but Constantine grabs the hand of Showtime, twists around and goes for the Depths of Despair... but again, another reversal by Showtime allows him to slip out. Constantine turns around and sees Showtime go for a quick trip, getting the Commercial Break locked in successfully in the middle of the ring! Showtime turns him over for the full effect and wrenches back on everything he has, screaming for Constantine to tap. Constantine screams out in pain but refuses to give up as Akiyama is in prime position for the submission.
Connor:After a series of reversals, Showtime is the first one to get his finisher successfully executed and now Constantine is in big trouble! He's in the middle of the ring inside Showtime's deadliest submission.
Cohen:C'mon Constantine! You can't give up like this! Get to the ropes! Distract the referee! Do something!
Constantine desperately crawls and scratches to the bottom rope, looking for the rope break by any means necessary. Showtime does his best to wrench back but Constantine fights him. As Constantine is only fingertips away, Showtime lets go and drags Constantine back in the middle, looking for the commercial break once again as the crowd cheers. Constantine does his best to stop the submission from being fully locked in, turning his body in a fashion to allow him to pull Showtime down and do a small package. Showtime tries frantically to escape as Akiyama counts the fall...
... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Showtime!
Shocked, Showtime tries getting to his feet and capitalising but Constantine gets a drop toe hold on Showtime, using whatever strength he has to lock in the Commercial Break submission of his own! Showtime yells out in pain as Constantine gives him a taste of his own medicine, wrenching back on Showtime. However, with the damage Constantine has sustained and using an opponents' submission, Showtime is able to crawl to the bottom rope and break the ropes without much trouble. Constantine refuses to let go until the count of four though, dropping to the canvas in pain as Akiyama goes for the five count. Both men are spent as they try to recover.
Cohen: A perfect way to humiliate your opponent! Using Showtime's own submission against him, even if it was for a brief moment. After all the punishment, these men still wish to play mind games on each other.
Copeland:Now it's a matter of who can get the next successful finisher on the other. These two cannot have much more left in the tank, surely?
Constantine is up on his feet, staggering towards Showtime and looks for the Depths of Despair again... but Showtime elbows Constantine multiple times, escaping and looking to run the ropes. Showtime goes for a crossbody but Constantine catches him, delivering a big backbreaker to Showtime. Constantine keeps ahold of Showtime and drops his back on his knees again, causing Showtime to scream out in pain. Constantine delivers one more backbreaker before tossing Showtime over his head for the Isolation. Constantine is spent and stays on the canvas, slowly rolling onto his stomach to go for the pinfall on Showtime. Writhing in agony, Showtime slowly rolls towards the ropes and eventually falls out to the ground outside. Constantine cannot believe he couldn't go for the pinfall and digs his head into the canvas, frustrated at the veteran instincts of Showtime.
Connor:Showtime had no energy left to kick-out of any pinfall or sustain a submission hold so he rolled to the outside where Constantine cannot win at this time.
Cohen:It was the only move he could make. Constantine had him.
Constantine crawls to the bottom rope where Showtime exited and slowly exits the ring. He takes a moment to recover and make sure he can stand on his own two feet. He looks at the limp body of Showtime and bends over, doing his best to pick up the dead weight. Although Constantine has the weight advantage, it takes him a long time to pick him up with whatever energy he has left and eventually put him back on the ring apron. He slowly rolls Showtime back into the ring and takes yet another breather to get his bearings. Constantine eventually hops back onto the apron, slowly getting to his feet and goes to enter the ring... but Showtime performs a springboard dropkick out of nowhere, taking Constantine down on the apron! Showtime stays on the ground to recover as the crowd cheers as Showtime still has some fight left in him.
Copeland:I think Showtime was playing possum with Constantine the entire time, forcing Constantine to waste valuable strength and energy to get him back into the ring to finish him off!
Connor:With that well-placed dropkick, all Showtime has to do is pick his spots carefully and finish this match.
Constantine begins to stir on the ring apron outside the ring, pulling himself up using the ropes and the nearby turnbuckle to get to his feet. Showtime is not far behind Constantine getting to his feet, managing to find his vertical base near the same set of turnbuckles. Showtime climbs up to the first row of turnbuckles, leaning over and picking up Constantine. He hits a punch on Constantine and grabs him in a headlock, forcing Constantine to climb up the turnbuckles with him. It is a slow-going process but eventually Showtime manages to get Constantine to the top rope. Showtime feels tired from the effort but he looks out to the crowd who cheer him on, knowing what is about to happen.
As Showtime prepares for the Final Act on Constantine, the former politician hits Showtime with a headbutt, delaying the move. Showtime punches Constantine in the head a couple of times and goes for it again, but once more Constantine finds a way out of Showtime delivering the move, hitting Showtime in the head with the back of his elbow. Slightly dazed, Constantine adjusts himself to go on the side of Showtime, grabbing his bad hand and twisting it. He grabs the leg of Showtime as well and from the top, CONSTANTINE DELIVERS THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR, CAUSING BOTH MEN TO CRASH INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SICKENING THUD!
Copeland:Oh my God!
Connor:That's it, it's over!
Showtime bounces off the canvas from his head and lies unconscious in the middle of the ring. Constantine clutches his back, aching from the impact. Constantine pushes himself to the limit and forces himself to get up, getting to his feet. Instead of pinning Showtime, Constantine uses the final burst of energy to lift Showtime up to his feet.
Connor:What's Constantine doing? He had the match one!
Cohen:He's taking any risks, CC. He wants to make a statement and definitively put down Showtime for the count with no doubt. He's delivering the killer blow.
With one final breath, Constantine lifts up Showtime and drives him into the canvas with The Cabin in the Woods. Showtime goes straight into the canvas as the crowd goes silent, seeing the destruction of their countries' hero. Constantine covers Showtime with Akiyama making the count...
... 1
... 2
... 3!
Akiyama signals for the bell as Constantine successfully pins Showtime.
Harrys: Here is your winner... CONSTANTINE!
Cohen:Constantine has finally done it! He finally beat Showtime!
The crowd is stunned as Showtime has failed to move with Constantine slowly rolling off Showtime, doing his best to get to his feet. Senior official Jurou Akiyama checks on Showtime to make sure he is doing okay but seems unresponsive. Constantine struggles getting to his feet, falling onto the ropes for support. He pulls himself up and does his best to stay vertical without dropping down. Akiyama stands up and grabs the arm of Constantine, raising it high in the air before going back down to check on Showtime.
Cohen:What a hellacious match between these two! Showtime came out here with the crowd behind him and the confidence to put Constantine down whist entertaining the crowd but it was Constantine who finally managed to beat Showtime in such a huge singles contest and prove that he is indeed one of the greats.
Copeland:Showtime put up a fight and countered the unique strategy of Constantine in the beginning, getting inside the head of Constantine with his antics & constant chops. It was a valiant effort but Constantine just wanted this win so much more.
Connor:Constantine had this match won but decided to put the final nail in the coffin that Showtime has yet to recover from.
Cohen:He needed to hit the killing blow, CC... for his own mental sake. In the closing moments, he decided to make sure he beat Showtime in the middle of the ring without any shenanigans or lucky counters and that's exactly what he did. Nobody should have any doubts in their mind about Constantine now and for anyone who wins the World title tonight, I'd be watching out.
Connor:Or anyone he sets his sights on from here on out; Constantine is a dangerous man.
Constantine stands over the body of Showtime and raises his hand in the air. He looks down at Showtime and a quick smirk goes over his face before Constantine leaves, satified with what he's accomplished. He eventually rolls out of the ring and slowly walks up the ramp, holding himself as he tries to not fall over. Akiyama tends to Showtime who is only beginning to stir. The senior official calls for some help and referee's Shepard & Prince come out, sliding into the ring to help Showtime up. Constantine stops at the top of the stage, turning back to survey his destruction before heading through the curtain.
In the ring, the crowd cheers on Showtime as referee's Prince, Shepard & Akiyama do their best to get Showtime to his feet. It takes a while but Showtime eventually gets there, pushing away the referee's so he can get on his own two feet by himself. The crowd gives a standing ovation for Showtime who manages to stand there on his feet whilst holding himself. He looks around the arena to the cheers and whilst he appreciates it, Showtime seems disappointed with himself. The referee's help Showtime to the ropes and help him exit out of the ring & head up the ramp.
Copeland:Showtime did his best in this match tonight but the Hall of Fame legend just couldn't get the victory tonight in his home country.
Connor:He certainly doesn't look too happy about his performance, though. With an unsuccessful Lethal Lottery showing and this loss tonight, maybe he's having some second thoughts?
Showtime walks up the ramp with the referee's near him, hanging his head down.
Matt Tastic is standing still with his head hung low, swaying his legs from side to side in deep thought. He is joined by Stacey Madison who is ready to ask him a question.
Madison:Matt, in a few moments, you will take on the man who has stood by your side for the last couple of years and helped you every step of the way achieve greatness in this company; a greatness some say will enter you in the Hall of Fame some day.
Tastic:Helped every step of the way? Is that what everyone thinks of my career? That I achieved everything outside of the Mayhem division with Mikey Stormrage looking over my shoulder? That I couldn't have done everything without someone by my side?
Madison:The evidence is there, Matt. He helped you in the Lethal Lottery to become World champion, he was there in the Hell in a Cell where you won your second title. Hell, you even beat him for the Eurasian championship that kick-started your dream run.
Matt scratches his head.
Tastic:See, there you go again with these phrases like "helped me" and now "dream run." Are you trying to rile me up because sister, I'm already there. I know Mikey is my friend but his bitterness and jealous about being the guy to stand by my side as I, me, myself alone made these achievements possible is his problem. He was the one who chose to stand by me as I lived the exact run I've envisioned since being stuck in the Mayhem division; I just wanted to prove I was more than a chair-wielding maniac who could take a beating so people could respect me as a competitor... and after multiple World titles, a Lethal Lottery victory and becoming a Grand Slam champion, people still point fingers at me and make excuses. It pisses me the fuck off Stacey and to see my best friend in the world lead the charge boils my blood. If he is so sure he is responsible for my success then he better bring his absolute best in the ring to prove me wrong because I'm going to bring my absolute best, same motivation, determination and intensity that got me every accolade I earned...
Matt takes a short pause before continuing.
Tastic:If Mikey wants to show the world he is capable of the things I've achieved then this may very well be his last chance... and there is no chance in hell that I'm going easy on him because he is not the only one in this match who has a point to prove.
Tastic walks off intense and angry.
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Mikey Stormrage & Johnny Klamor are both sitting down for this interview with Mikey in his pre-match gear, looking focused and ready. Klamor studies Mikey before he conducts the interview.
Klamor:Mikey Stormrage... the lovable, friendly Mikey Stormrage, a man who has always been ready to lend a hand. That tendency has led you to teaming and making friends with many people here including James Howard & Matt Tastic, giving you 3 World Tag Team title reigns, the most in history. You've had some amazing matches against some legendary teams including the amazing War Games match at Kingdom Come... but when we look at your singles career... well, there isn't much Mikey. It's been nothing but big loss after big loss. The only notable thing you've achieved was becoming Eurasian champion but again, you defeated your former friend James Howard for it and lost it to Matt Tastic... I mean, you see the pattern here, right?
Stormrage:That I cannot stand on my own two feet?
Klamor acknowledges the answer as correct. Mikey hangs his head down and nods before looking right at Johnny.
Stormrage:I can't deny it, Johnny. For someone who has been here for as long as I have and for the type of competition I face on a weekly basis, I should've been a World champion by now. Maybe even two World titles or a Lethal Lottery victory. I should have something that validates me as being a legitimate competitor on my own... but the truth is, I don't have that luxury and it's frustrating. Every time I'm awarded the opportunity to grab the ball and run with it, I trip over and the ball bounces back up to hit me in the face. Nobody else could re-create that image with video game graphics even if they tried... and I'm over it. I'm over being the big, hug-able teddy bear who needs someone in my life for me to stand on my own two feet. I'm over the constant losses to big name competitors who I know deep down I can beat. I'm over getting nervous and making mistakes in the biggest matches of my life. I'm over it all!
So when I step through that curtain tonight and face off against my best friend who has achieved everything I could only dream of in the middle of the ring, I'm not holding any punches. I'm not going to treat Matt with the kindness and happy-go-lucky personality I always wield; I'm going to go out and show them the true competitor I am and show not only him but the rest of the world that Mikey Stormrage belongs in WZCW and that Mikey Stormrage is one of the greats. I don't care how beaten or how tired I am, I'm not giving up and I'm not taking failure as an option. Mikey Stormrage is going to walk out victorious tonight and I will prove to everyone I'm not the best friend or the opponent of the greatest wrestlers in history.
Mikey gets up from his chair and walks off.
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Copeland:Some very intense words said by both men. Mikey Stormrage is out looking to prove he is more than a simple footnote on the careers of everyone else whilst Matt Tastic wants to show the world that everything he achieved to cement himself as one of the best was done on his own, not with Mikey's help. Mikey Stormrage wishes to escape the mentality that he is no longer just the tag team veteran. Matt Tastic wishes to escape the mentality that he is no longer the guy who cannot go above & beyond the Mayhem division. This is about two men who wish to prove to the world they can achieve great things by themselves without the help of another lending them a hand. Two best friends will enter the ring and clash against each other in an extremely heated and personal bout.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for out co-main event of the evening In this match, the winner will be determined after one fall.
Copeland:Well, folks, matches on a Kingdom Come car don't come much bigger than this one; that's for sure.
Connor: It still seems strange to me to think that this match is even going to happen. And even stranger that Matt Tastic and Mikey Stormrage gave up the Tag Team Championship so that it would. But here we are and I cannot wait.
Cohen:Sometimes n life you have to sacrifice something for the chance of a bigger reward. These two men men need this win to vindicate the decision to drop those Championships. This truly is a match that neither man can afford to lose.
Tale of the Tape
Matt and Mikey have been friends for years
Matt won the Heavyweight Championship for the first time at Lethal Lottery 2014
Mikey has struggled to reach the heights of his best friend
Tensions have boiled over due to jealousy from Mikey
Team Live Mas gave up their Tag Championships to make this match happen
The lights dim before many strobe lights begins shooting from side to side. The familiar tones of Matt Tastic's entrance music are met with a huge cheer from the Canadian WZCW fans. After a few moments, Matt finally comes through the curtain and appears on the stage. As if the cheers for him couldn't get any louder, they actually do as he raises one hand in the air. Matt looks very focussed as he bounces from one foot to the other rapidly; always looking down towards the ring and the place where he will do the biggest battle of his career.
Harrys: Introducing first... Weighing in at 238 pounds... From Southwestern, Puerto Rico... The Super Saiyan of Pro Wrestling, Matt Tastic!!
Copeland:Well, ladies and gentlemen, matches don't get much more personal than the following two, and I say that given the match that we have just witnessed.
Connor:Matt Tastic is a former World Champion and a Grand Slam winner in this company. But perhaps the biggest match of his career is right here and right now. Both of these men have something to prove. And given that Matt was the one to suggest giving up the titles in the first place, you could make an argument that he has the most to lose.
Cohen:Better than losing a friend, Jack. And that is exactly what we were heading towards. It's a good sacrifice for both men.
Matt finally makes his way down the ramp, choosing to ignore all of the fans who put their hands out in the hopes of making contact with one of the most successful WZCW Champions in history. Matt looks very intense as he walks down to the bottom of the ramp and then circles the ring. He mounts the steps and gets into the ring. Bouncing from one foot to the other again, Matt then mounts the turnbuckles and poses for the crowd.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Japanese rock band Crush 40!
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As the band plays, the stage fills with green smoke as dozens of men dressed in full MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor make their way onto the stage. "SPARTANS PREPARE FOR BATTLE!" blares throughout the arena, over the music as the Spartans salute as Mikey Stormrage, with special green and black attire with dyed hair to match, makes his way onto the stage. He takes a moment to soak in the cheers of the massive sold out crowd.
Harrys: And his opponent... Weighing in at 325 pounds... From San Francisco... Mikey Stormrage!!
Copeland: Wow! That entrance really gives you an insight into just what is going through the head of the former Tag Team Champion as he prepares to face off against his best friend. Mikey really has been through the wringer in the past few weeks but tonight is his chance to prove to everyone that he has what it takes.
Cohen:Against a former Heavyweight Champion, Mikey is going to have to be at his very, very best. It is a tall order for most of the people in WZCW and that goes for Mikey Stormrage.
Connor:What an intriguing match our co-main event will offer us. Mikey looks to be ready for the challenge at the very least. He's going to need to be...
He jumps around the stage to his music, hyping himself up. He then runs down one side of the ramp, high fiving fans before running back up the other side and repeating himself. He then sprints to the ring and slides in, before climbing to the nearest turnbuckle and bellowing a mighty "GAME OVER!"
Connor:It has been a long time coming but, finally, these two great WZCW Champions find themselves in the ring together; standing across the ring from one another.
Copeland:You can only imagine what is going through their minds right now as they stare into each other's eyes and think about all of the things they have accomplished and the friendship that might be sacrificed by this match.
Cohen: This place is on it's feet for both of these guys. A great level of respect for Team Live Mas.
Mikey and Matt move towards each other in the middle of the ring, not taking their eyes from each other as they do. The crowd are on their feet and screaming support for their chosen superstar. But Matt and Mikey seem fixed on each other, blocking out everything that is coming from the fans. Slowly but surely, Matt and Mikey continue to walk into the middle of the ring until, finally, they are face to face in the middle of the ring and ready to go. The referee signals for the bell but neither man is moved by the sudden metallic clanking sound that signals the start of this match. The crowd cheers loudly as the match officially gets underway but Matt and Mikey seem to be conversing between themselves. Back and forth the two men exchange unheard words until suddenly Matt lands a slap to the jaw of his former tag team partner. Mikey recoils away as the crowd seem split. Mikey turns his head towards Matt and looks him in the eye. Matt, however, doesn't seem to acknowledge the disrespect that he just showed his former tag partner and his current friend. Instead, he waits for Mikey to stand back up and lands another slap to his jaw.
Tastic: If you want to go all the way to the top, then you're going to have to deal with things like this! You wanted this, Mikey, it's time to prove to everyone that you're worth it!
Copeland:Wow! What a gauntlet to throw down from Matt Tastic.
Cohen:He is right, Seabass. WZCW is filled with bastards and they always find their way to the top of the business. If you want to be Heavyweight Champion then you need to get past the emotions of a match and do what you're paid to do. Matt is doing Mikey a favour!
Matt grits his teeth in the face of enduring disrespect from Matt before rifling back with a stiff shot of his own. Back recoils backwards and checks for blood on his lip as he gives Mikey a wide smile. Matt nods his head in approval before both men walk backwards towards their corner. For a moment, Matt and Mikey take in the final cheers of the fans and then get down to business. Matt and Mikey comes buzzing out of their corners, exchanging right hands to the face and torso as the crowd blow up. As te exchange goes on, Mikey takes the fight to Matt and uses a take-down so that both men are scrapping on the canvas. Right hand after right hand lands as Matt and Mikey roll around on the canvas and try to claim the early advantage in this match. Finally, the two men shoot to their feet and run at each other. However, Mikey is ready for Matt and lands a beautiful hip toss across the ring. Both men spring back to their feet one more time and, this time, it is Matt that is ready for Mikey; landing a hip toss of his own that sends Mikey sprawling across the ring this time. Both men, a third time, spring back to their feet but neither man rushes in this time. Instead, the two men continue to stare a hole through the other as the crowd sound their appreciation for the two wrestlers and best friends. Both men take a deep breath before circling the ring one more time.
Connor:These men have worked so closely with each other over the last couple of years, there is no surprise here that they have each other well-scouted. This match could come down to the wire.
Copeland: Oh, there is no doubt that these two men know each other well. But what will really make the difference here is who is going to be the most ruthless. You have to remember that these two men are best friends and neither really wants to do lasting damage but that is exactly what is required of them.
Cohen: I know, it's delicious!
Both continue to stare through the other as they continue to circle the ring again. Finally though, both men come together in the middle of the ring and tie-up in classic fashion. But Matt is ready for Mikey as he drops to one knee and ducks around the back of his best friend. Without any hesitation whatsoever, Matt lands a bulldog to take Mikey to the canvas. Matt goes the pinfall but Mikey is far too fresh and, even in his dazed state, is able to kick out easily before the referee can make a count at all. Both men get to their feet one more time but Mikey is immediately caught with a spinning wheel kick that takes him back to the canvas one more time. One last time, both men get back to their feet. But once again, Matt is the man who is able to claim the advantage as he lands a quick kick to the shin of Mikey, causing Mikey to fall to one knee. Looking up at his opponent, Mikey seems at the mercy of his best friend. Matt gives Mikey a quick look of determination before landing a DDT that slams Mikey's head into the canvas. Quickly, once again, the Grand Slam Champion covers his best friend in an attempt to make this match an easy one. The crowd are on their feet as the referee gets in position! 1... Kick out from Mikey Stormrage! Matt gets back to his feet quickly as Mikey toils on the canvas. Before too long though, Mikey is back to his feet and looking to reclaim the advantage in this match. But that thought is for nothing as Mikey nails him with a beautiful belly to belly suplex that sends him sprawling across the ring. Matt gets to his feet immediately before shaking his head in Mikey's direction; seemingly disappointed.
Copeland:I don't think it would be unfair to say that Mikey has had a slow start to the match. And, seemingly, Matt had higher hopes for his former tag team partner.
Connor:I don't think you can write off Mikey Stormrage in any match that he competes in, Seabass. Mikey is known by everyone to have the heart of a lion and no shortage of fighting spirit. He might have had a slow start to the match but he is by no means out of this match.
Matt continues to pace around the ring before heading back over to Mikey who remains on the canvas clutching his back and looking sweaty already. Matt grabs Mikey by the hair and pulls him back to his knees. There, Matt looks down at his best friend; the same look of disappointment from before still etched across his features. Pulling Mikey all the way back to his feet, he back him up with a few punches and uppercuts until WZCW's resident gamer is in the corner of the ring. There, Matt continues to peeper his tag team partner with more stiff shots; this time adding more kicks into the equation. After a furious volley of shots, Mikey looks out on his feet and collapses into the corner and onto the canvas. Resting against the turnbuckles, Mikey looks utterly deflated. Matt backs his way across the ring, not daring to take his eyes off of his opponent for a second. Once he reaches the turnbuckles in the opposite corner, Matt gives the crowd a taunt to signify that this move is going to finish it. The crowd seem torn between the two massive favourites and the reaction to the taunt proves it. Matt focusses himself for a second before running towards Mikey in the corner and attempting to nail with a running knee to the jaw. But just at the last second, Mikey rolls out of the way and Matt crashes into the corner. Mikey quickly wheels around Matt and grabs his bac; pulling him down and into the pinning predicament. The crowd bursts into life! 1... 2... Kick out with no time to spare! Matt and Mikey both spring back to their feet; Mikey is finally looking to claim some of the offence for himself. But Matt quickly nails him with a swinging neckbreaker than takes Mikey back to the canvas and the wind out of his sails.
Copeland: Wow! It seems as though Matt Tastic has brought his A-Game to Kingdom Come tonight. Just when you feel as though Mikey is about to get himself back into the match, the former World Champion shows him what it is like to live at the top.
Cohen:The truth of the matter is this, Seabass. You have to be that good to be the World Heavyweight Champion. Matt Tastic is a grand slam winner for a reason and Mikey needs this lesson. If he wants to prove to himself that he can do it, then now is the time and Matt has made sure that he will do it the hard way.
Connor: It's not often I agree with Jack but Mikey wanted this from Matt. He needed to know that he could do it against the very best on their best day and that is the challenge he now finds himself facing.
Matt crawls over to Mikey and grabs his hair as he shouts in his ear that he wants more from him. But at this point, Mikey looks spent. Matt gets back to his feet and goes towards the legs of his opponent. Grabbing them and forcing Mikey onto his stomach, Matt locks in a gruesome looking Boston Crab hold that is just the image of pain. Mikey lets out a squeal of agony as Matt pulls his legs even further than anyone would have thought possible. But in the middle of the ring, Mikey has a long way to go to find any sort of salvation and he knows it. Opening his eyes wide, Mikey spies the bottom rope and begins slowly crawling towards them. The crowd are not sure what to make of the hold but many seem on edge that he finds himself in this predicament and even more are willing him towards the ropes so that this match continues. Slowly but surely, Mikey pulls all of his enormous body weight and that of Matt towards the bottom rope. His face is now beat red as he reaches out for salvation. But just as he is about to make contact with the ropes, Matt pulls him back into the middle of the ring. Settling back into the hold, Matt looks back at Mikey; who seems rejuvenated in his attempts to get out of the hold. The crowd begin cheering loudly as Mikey begins kicking his legs and quickly pulling himself towards the bottom rope once again. Matt, rather unpredictably, begins nodding his head quickly as Mikey careens towards the ropes and finally gets there; the damage done but the hold is broken.
Matt: That's it, Mikey! I want you to fight with everything you have! You wanted this, Mikey. You need this... Show me that you belong here!
Matt leans down towards Mikey, who is still clutching at the ropes desperately. Matt grabs the head of his best friend and pulls it towards him as he continues to urge Mikey to bring everything he has to, perhaps, the biggest match of his career. However, in goading Mikey, Matt doesn't realise the leg of Mikey coming from behind him. The kick catches Matt on the back of the head and Mikey follows it up by grabbing the shoulders of his best friend and tossing him through the ropes and out onto the floor below. Matt has barely any time to react and crashes to the unprotected mats with such a sickening impact that a few screams come from some of the most squeamish members of the crowd in the front row. Mikey peers through the ropes to where Matt is lying on the floor. Showing a renewed look of hope but also concern, Mikey uses the ropes to help him back to his feet. Slapping at his massive thighs, Mikey attempts to get the blood flowing back into his legs as he staggers around. Peering out to the outside of the ring, Mikey spies Matt coming to on the floor and beginning to shake away the cobwebs from his sense. Mikey gives the fans a taunt of his own that is met with the same reaction as Matt's from before. Mikey uses all of his balance to his the ropes on the other side of the ring and, as Matt finally reaches his vertical base, Mikey launches himself through the middle and top rope towards him. Mikey smashes into the Grand Slam winner with terrifying impact that sends Matt crashing into the barriers at ringside. The crowd burst into life once more as this match opens up and Mikey claims control of this match.
Cohen:That's a little more like it, Mikey!
Connor:This is the first time, really, that Mikey has found himself in a position of control in this match. He needs to make sure that he is able to capitalise on this and inflict some punishment of his own.
Copeland:Never, for a second, did I imagine Mikey Stormrage tossing himself through the ropes and out to the outside at Kingdom Come. That's over 300 pounds of sheer impact from Mikey. He's putting his career on the line and Matt has to blame himself for bringing that out of his best friend. It will be interesting now to see how dangerous Mikey can become.
Mikey pulls himself back to his feet and looks down at the crumpled mess that is Matt Tastic. Still seemingly having trouble with his legs, Mikey continues to slap them to get the blood flowing before heading over to where Tastic is resting against the security barrier. Mikey grabs him by the hair and leans him over the security barrier. Hoisting Tastic into the air, Matt brings him down onto the security barrier; Tastic's gut taking most of the impact. Matt recoils off of the barrier before Mikey grabs him and catches him with a clothesline that takes Matt back to the floor. Mikey grabs the head of his best friend and tosses him back into the ring under the bottom rope and quickly rolls in along with him. Mikey uses the ropes to get back to his feet as Matt tries to crawl away from the sudden onslaught of WZCW's resident gamer. However, it seems as though Mikey is not worried about the plight of his friend as he suddenly drops an elbow right onto the lower back of the former Heavyweight Champion. The crowd takes a sharp intake of breath as Matt lets out his own yell of pain as the move connects. Mikey rolls Matt onto his damaged back and gets back to his feet. Suddenly, Mikey hits the near ropes and then splashes himself down onto his best friend; driving the air out of Tastic's lungs. Mikey holds onto Tastic's leg for the pinfall! The referee gets into position and counts the fall. The crowd jump to their feet! 1... 2... Kick out from Matt Tastic as Mikey rolls onto the canvas and slams his hands on the mat.
Copeland:Mikey has made the most of his opening in this match and now Matt Tastic looks as though he is the one who could find himself in a world of trouble.
Cohen:At this level, the same level that Mikey wants to find himself competing at, everything counts. He may not have found his way into this match until recently. But he really needs to make this opening count. No remorse, no mercy... This is his chance.
Connor:Mikey just needs to control his emotions. He can't allow frustration to ruin his game plan now that he finds himself able to execute it.
Mikey gets to his knees and looks down at Matt who is clutching his gut in pain. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Mikey gets back to his feet and pulls Matt to his feet also. Mikey backs Matt up into the corner of the ring and begins nailing him with shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust to the chest. Matt rattles backwards with every stiff shot, his back colliding with the metal pole behind him. Mikey hits 10 thrusts in total before allowing Matt to walk out of the corner. Staggering forwards, Matt seems completely out on his feet. But Mikey is quick to take advantage of that and quickly hits him with a beautiful back-breaker that, once again, sends the air from Matt's lungs. Mikey quickly gets on top of Matt for the pinfall. The crowd, again, are on their feet as Matt's light begins to fade in this match. But the referee is only able to get to a count of 1 before Matt manages to roll his shoulder off of the canvas and break the count. Mikey lets out a huge sigh as he continues to look down at Matt. Seemingly annoyed by Matt's refusal to let him finish this match, Mikey picks Matt up and backs him into the ropes. Mikey whips Matt across the ring and, as he returns, looks to nail with a diving cross-body. Unfortunately for the gamer, Matt Tastic has the same idea. The two men crash into each other with sickening impact and immediately hit the canvas in a crumpled heap. The crowd seem silent as both men collide and even more silent as they remain motionless on the canvas. The referee checks both men and then begins using his ten count.
Connor: That was an horrendous thud. Both of those guys could have concussion or anything. Someone needs to go and check on them!
Cohen: That little mistake from Mikey has opened this match right up one more time. Hell, that's if any of these two men are even able to answer the count.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
Suddenly, Matt and Mikey seem to come back to life and begin moving on the canvas. Both men reach out of the bottom rope and begin pulling themselves towards the ropes as the referee reaches the count of 8! Finally, Matt and Mikey get to the bottom rope and begin pulling themselves upwards... 9! With absolutely no time to spare, both men are back on their feet but look as though they have nothing left in the tank. The referee goes over to Mikey to check on his well-being but soon finds himself in a position that he wishes he wasn't in as Matt runs across the ring and nails both Mikey and the referee with a dive that sends all three men tumbling over the top rope and out onto the floor below.
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
Copeland: The fans may think this is awesome. But let me tell you something now, ladies and gentlemen, when a referee is knocked out in the middle of wrestling match, history tells us that it's not going to be good news for either of these two superstars.
Cohen:Oh, quiet, Seabass! This is awesome!
Both men and the referee lie motionless on the floor below as the crowd continue to chant their names. Finally, it is Matt who is the quickest to come back to his senses and use the apron to pull himself back to his feet. But he is soon followed by his opponent as Mikey soon re-establishes his vertical base. Both men waddle towards each other, the strains of this match already becoming clear on both of these warriors. Right hand after right hand; both men trade shots as they look to find the advantage in this evenly matched affair. Finally, after around 6 shots each, Matt manages to get an arm up to block Mikey's punch and volleys off a few more punches to take control of the match. But Mikey knows that he cannot allow Matt to take the fight to him at this stage and looks to land another short-arm clothesline. However, Matt ducks under his arm at the last second and uses his body weight to drive Mikey back-first into the ring. Mikey lets out a yell of agony as he begins to wheel away from Matt in sheer pain. As he reaches the corner of the outside of the ring, Matt is upon him; taking his hair and ramming his head into the steel post that supports the ring. Immediately, the blood begins to trickle from the top of Mikey's head; a sight that bring a rise from the crowd and look of shock from the 3-time Tag Team Champion. Matt pushes Mikey under the bottom rope before grabbing his legs and fixing them into position. Without any mercy whatsoever, Matt locks in the figure-four leg lock around the steel post as he hangs from Mikey's legs. The crowd cannot believe what they are seeing as Mikey soon sports a look of sheer and unbridled agony. The damage to Mikey's legs from before, coupled with this seems too much for even Mikey to bare as Mikey begins tapping out in the middle of the ring. But there is no referee there to see it!
Connor:Mikey Stormrage is tapping but there is no one there to see it. This match should be over, ladies and gentlemen!
Cohen:I hate to correct you, Cat... Actually, I love it. But that is an illegal hold and the fact of the matter is that Matt Tastic is, in fact, making the most of the referee being out cold on the outside of the ring. That's why he's a Grand Slam Champion!
After what seems like an eternity trapped in the hold, Mikey's salvation finally comes as Matt releases the hold and drops to the floor below. With that, Matt gets back to his feet and grabs the head of his best friend. He nails him with a few more stiff right hands before pulling him onto the edge of the apron. Matt grabs Mikey's head and holds him as his feet are the only thing touching the apron now. Matt gives the crowd a loud roar before unceremoniously bringing Mikey down on his bloody head; the impact of the move seemingly shaking the ground around them. People in the front few rows begin shouting towards and Mikey as the match takes a bloody turn but Matt seems transfixed on making sure that Mikey is learning his lesson. Matt scans the surrounding area before figuring out his next move. He gets back to his feet with the help of the ring apron and moves over towards the commentary tables. There, he stops for a moment and puts both of his hands on the wood. Seemingly thinking through his next move and mulling something over, Matt doesn't move. Suddenly, he pulls the cover from the commentary table and begins clearing the pens and paper from the structure. The crowd bursts into life once again as Matt heads back over to where Mikey is now recovering and nails him with a few more shots to the head. Mikey is busted open and his head is showing no signs of stopping bleeding any time soon. As Matt pulls him to his feet, Mikey looks legless but is soon rested upon the now-cleared commentary table.
Connor: I don't like this, gentlemen. Matt Tastic has freed the beast here tonight and it looks as though it is going to be lights out for his opponent right here and now. He has cruel intentions planned for the man he calls his best friend, that's for sure.
Cohen:This is a match, Cat. Mikey wanted this and now he is getting it. And let me tell you something else, if the shoe were on the other foot, then Mikey would be doing the same to Matt. These two love each other but they both have everything to prove to themselves and to each other.
With Mikey seemingly out of it as he lies on the commentary table, the crowd begin cheering loudly for Tastic as he searches under the ring for a weapon of his choosing. Soon enough, he has found that weapon as he begins pulling out a ladder from under the ring that must be upwards of 15 feet. As he pulls, the ladder finally emerges in all of it's glory. Matt straightens it up and looks straight up the legs of it; silently contemplating just what he is willing to do to finish this match. Matt flashes Mikey a look as he lies on the table before pulling the legs apart and fixing the ladder into the best position. The crowd are on their feet and show no signs of doing anything else as a weary former World Champion begins traversing the massive amount of steps that lead to the top of the ladder and, perhaps, to the end of this tremendous match. Slowly but surely Matt continues to climb the ladder as Mikey lies motionless on the wood. Finally, Matt reaches the top of the structure and peers all the way down to where his best friend is lying motionless. Turning around on top of the ladder, Matt gives the crowd one more taunt before fixing his final position and launching himself off of the top of the ladder with a glorious moonsault! Cameras flash as bright as a sun as Tastic majestically flies through the air towards Mikey. But in the nick of time, Mikey rolls off of the table and Matt goes crashing through!
Copeland: OH MY GOD!
Cohen:Jesus! Get someone out here!
Connor: I don't believe what we have just seen, ladies and gentlemen. Matt Tastic might be dead under all of that wood. What a collision! We need someone out here right away!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Some of the crowd begin cheering with the chant but perhaps more of them are ultimately concerned with the well-being of the man who just gambled and lost everything. After what seems like an eternity of waiting for someone to show up, a team of medics and referees run down to ringside and to where Matt Tastic finds himself in a bad state. The team clear away some of the excess wood without disturbing where Matt lies motionless. As more of the residue is cleared away, the damage of the move is abundantly clear for everyone to see. Tastic lies motionless as bruising has already started to appear on anything that is not covered in clothes. His arms and his neck are already beginning to swell and the crowd are beginning to come to terms with the fact that this oculd be bad news for the match. Suddenly, however, Mikey smashes through the team of workers and pulls Matt towards the ring. Slowly but surely, the injured legs of Mikey pull his friend ever closer until he reaches the apron. Hoisting Matt up with anything he can get leverage on, Mikey tosses Matt into the ring and follows him in. Both men look utterly spent as the team of medics look on in sheer horror. On the outside of the ring, the referee is stirring and finally makes his way back into the ring under the bottom rope. Mikey collapses on top of Matt and the rest is merely ceremonial at this point. The people are on their feet as the referee brings his hand down. 1... 2...
Connor:This is over! Thank God!
Kick out from Matt Tastic!! Mikey rolls off of Matt's chest and onto the canvas below him. The camera catches a look at his face and it tells the story. Mikey cannot believe that he has not been victorious right then and there. But the match continues and, although frustrated, Mikey knows that his time is now. Getting back to his knees, Mikey, this time, looks down at his fallen tag team partner with an uncharacteristic look. Using the ropes to get back to his feet, Mikey lies in wait for his opponent. The crowd begin to compose themselves as most concerns about the health of Matt begin to wash away in the tide of excitement that this match gets to continue. Mikey walks around the ring as Matt begins to come to on the canvas. Finally, Mikey stops in the corner and gives the fans the signal that they have been waiting for. It's time for the GAME OVER! The crowd begin screaming as Mikey moves over to Matt and picks him up by the hair. Mikey gives Matt a look of respect before hurling him up onto his shoulder. But the momentum of the move sends Matt over Mikey's shoulder and onto the canvas below. Mikey quickly turns around as Matt summons the strength to immediately lift him and plant him with THE HEADACHE DRIVER! Matt is out on his feet but his finisher has just connected and he knows all he needs to do is drop and arm over his opponent. He raises his arm in the air and then drops it across the chest of Mikey. The referee gets down slowly and begins his count! 1... 2...
Mikey kicks out!! Mikey Stormrage has kicked out!!
Copeland:I don't believe what I am seeing here, folks! How many people has that move put away in all of the years that Matt Tastic has been using it? Unbelievable stuff from Mikey Stormrage!
Cohen: I guess a lot can be said about how much of that move Matt actually got. He must be running on fumes right now. He can't be at 100% given what we have already witnessed. Maybe that is what saved Mikey right there?
Connor: Maybe. Or maybe Mikey just wants this more, Jack.
Matt rolls of of Mikey on the canvas and lies on his back motionless. In the meantime, Mikey seem to be on cloud 9. The referee checks on the health of both men as the crowd struggle to comprehend the likes of the match that they are witnessing at the biggest show of them all. Sure that both men are able to continue in this match, the referee shakes his head in pure bedazzlement and decides to forego his usual 10 count. The crowd get to their feet one more time, this time to clap the endeavours of both men as they lie on the canvas having given their all in pursuit of the win here tonight. Suddenly, both men jolt into life and begin rolling on the canvas; just looking for some way back into this match and to reclaim their senses. Finally, both men find each other and, incredibly, use one another to get back to their feet. With their hands in the hair of their opponent, they slowly begin getting back to their feet. The massive applause from the fans continues as both men finally reclaim their vertical base. Leaning against each other for the longest time, both men seem utterly exhausted. Suddenly, however, Matt swings an arm at Mikey but Mikey manages to drop to one knee and miss the impact. As he rises, Mikey scoops Matt up and, with everything he has left in the tank, hoists him into position! GAME OVER!! Matt hits the canvas and is soon landed on by the dead weight of his Live Mas comrade. With the impact created, Mikey bounces off of Matt and is soon urged by the fans to begin crawling towards Matt. The crowd are on their feet for, what is surely, the final time as Mikey rolls over and drops an arm across the chest of Matt Tastic! The referee counts the fall as the fans count along with him. 1... 2... 3! NO! Matt got the shoulder up at the last second! The referee gets to his feet and shows two fingers towards the time keeper at ringside; this match continues!
Copeland:Speaking about fighting spirit, Matt Tastic has just showed the world just why he was a Grand Slam Champion! I am utterly speechless!
Cohen:
Connor:
Mikey rolls off of his best friend and slowly gets back to his knees; continuing to look at his friend as he does. Mikey looks stunned that this match is not over and his face is now beet red. Sweaty from the endeavours of this match and tearful that he is not able to put Matt away, Mikey shakes his head in a moment of sombre silence. Scanning the area for inspiration, Mikey spies something and finally gets to his feet. The crowd watches silently as he walks over to the edge of the ring and steps through the ropes. Sitting down on the apron and then dropping off of it completely, Mikey is leaving the crowd in a state of suspense. But soon the plan of the Gamer becomes clear. He slowly moves around to the side of the ring where the ladder from earlier is still set up. Mikey leans against it for a moment as he tries to summon the energy to climb it. A massive roar of approval goes around the arena as Mikey takes the first step in earnest. Step after step; Mikey finds the courage to keep going from somewhere. Finally, Mikey reaches the top of the ladder as Matt remains motionless in the middle of the ring. An almost iconic scene is cut as Mikey takes the final step onto the very top of the ladder; finding the strength and courage to balance on top of the tiny podium for a few seconds. The crowd urge him to jump but Mikey stands still for a moment; taking everything in. Finally, he launches himself off of the ladder, all the way from outside the ring and lands THE FLYING BURRITO!! He covers his opponent as thousands of camera flashes illuminate the arena! 1... 2... 3!!
Harrys: Here is your winner... Mikey Stormrage!
Copeland:An instant classic! These two men have lived up to the hype and to the massive billing that was given to them here tonight. Mikey Stormrage has proved to himself and everyone else in the company, and indeed the world, that he can compete at the very top level.
Cohen:I have to agree, Seabass. I am by no means Mikey;s biggest fan. But he has shown tonight that he does have everything it takes to be ultimately successful in singles competition. Both of these men have given us everything here tonight and they absolutely deserve all of the credit that is going to come their way.
Connor:I'm still speechless, that was a fantastic contest. Something that everyone expected it to be.
Mikey lies on top of Matt and clutches at his head, seemingly crying into his neck as he does. Clutching him tightly, Mikey refuses to let go of his best friend. Suddenly, the arm of Matt comes up from the canvas and wraps around the neck of his Live Mas brother. In the middle of the ring, the two men exchange a hug the likes of which have never been seen in WZCW and probably will never be seen again. Mikey gets to one knee and, together, both men slowly rise to their feetl to the obvious commendation of the fans at ringside. One more time, the share an embrace before Matt rolls out of the ring and gives Mikey his moment. Matt points to Mikey in the ring as he clutches his ribs. It is Mikey's moment...
A swinging lightbulb sways side to side in a room full of complete darkness. It creeks with every swing and flickers every so often, doing its best to illuminate the nothingness. A shadow figure slowly walks up to the light and reaches out for the bulb. As he draws closer, the figure reveals itself to be Dr. Zeus with a wide smirk on his face.
Zeus:Tonight is our battle between the light & the dark,
Last man standing; a war together we shall embark.
A place welcoming of destruction; a place welcoming of gore,
For there are no rules here because all's fair in love & war.
Zeus begins caressing the light bulb.
Zeus:Most think they know how it will all end,
They've all seen it before and the result is penned.
Stories told to children say that the light will be the only left standing.
Love will prevail, war shall cease; a result all will be demanding.
Zeus squeezes the light bulb, making it flicker faster.
Zeus:Most forget there are more than happy stories to be told,
Those that end where love dies and war continues, a world turned cold.
They forget that dreams aren't the only stories we all share,
For there are monsters and demons, a world ravished in nightmare.
This will be no children's fantasy Theron Daggershield,
For the light I shall consume and you will no longer wield.
I will separate your body from your soul, this shall be vital,
For me to conquer you and win the World Heavyweight title!
Zeus crushes the bulb in his hand and there is nothing but darkness. The only thing heard is the creeking of the swinging dead light bulb and the snickering of Zeus who slowly walks away.
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Theron Daggershield stands guard in the middle of a corridor with his sword placed firmed in the ground and his head hanging low. His World Heavyweight championship sits comfortably around his waist. Where Theron stands, is full of bright lights but behind him down the corridor, there darkness slowly begins to consume as you look further down.
Theron:This is the end.
Theron slowly lifts up his head.
Theron:This is the end of your beginning, Davkas. The world you envision to be true will not come to life past this day. You will not raise the brimstone from the depths of hell, you shall not set the world ablaze and you can not bring forth the darkness as I, the Warblade of Mystra, stand here guarding the world from your horrors. I do not think myself as the almighty competitor who can stop everything for am merely a man, just like you... but I will be damned if I'll let you give in to your God-complexed vision and allow you to wreck havoc. I will be the gatekeeper who steps between the light and the darkness and push back the nothingness.
Theron lifts his sword from the ground looking to wield it.
Theron:You wish to drain my light and takeover this world? Your will must be stronger than mine because I will not let take away this World Gladiatorial Heavyweight Championship from me. I will not let you use this championship to lead WGCF into darkness and I will fight with everything have left for tonight at Empire Rally, you will fall and I will be...
... the final
... fighter
... remaining!
Theron turns around and walks into the darkness, unsheathing his sword as he walks into battle. As he walks down the corridor, the darkness dissipates and the light begins slowly turning on, following Theron as he continues walking down the corridor.
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Copeland:Here we are, ladies and gentlemen. The roads for these two men have been long and arduous journeys but they are set to meet once more in the ring.
Cohen:After we thought Dr. Zeus was finally sent away and his four horsemen were destroyed, the "good doctor" rose from the ashes and began to rebuild his hellish empire. He & his children aided Zeus in achieving victory at the Lethal Lottery, earning him this championship opportunity. The Children of the Damned have already began the warpath of destruction by capturing the World Tag Team titles tonight and it is now up to the leader, the instigator of it all to finish their prophecy. Can Zeus cement his legacy or do his words hold no meaning?
Connor:Theron Daggershield has been the ultimate protector, shielding WZCW from every single invading force who wishes to use this sacred battleground for their own personal means and sins. He has fought hard and valiantly with many factions, taking them down and winning championships to prove his worth as a warrior. After taking down one of his long-standing rivals, Theron earned the right to call himself the greatest warrior by winning the World Heavyweight championship. His first defense comes here tonight on the biggest stage against his biggest opponent yet. The only question remains: can Theron best the devil?
Copeland:The final match of Kingdom Come VII is upon us; the ultimate battle between good vs. evil and the light vs. the darkness. Theron Daggershield will defend his World Heavyweight championship against the challenger Dr. Zeus in a Last Man Standing Match. Will Theron's light be enough to conquer the darkness or will the evil intentions of Zeus prove stronger than all?
Some men look upward towards the bright light of the sun. Others look downward, contemplating the darkness beneath the earth. Contemplating what they will do with their lives. The impact they will have on others. What legacy they will leave behind.
The World Heavyweight Champion, Theron Daggershield looks toward the light. Always having a positive demeanor and showcasing his unique viewpoint of life. His attitude may be peculiar. But his virtues are not.
Truth. Justice. Peace. Pride. Honor.
The 2015 Lethal Lottery Winner, Dr. Zeus looks toward the darkness. Plunged in mystery, preaching on the words of despair. Corrupting the pure of heart. He casts a shadow of darkness upon darkness itself. Looking to convert the weak of mind into his legion.
Desolation. Despair. Suffering. Damnation. Death.
These two men now meet on the grandest stage of them all. Fighting for the richest prize in the game. One looks to honor it's legacy. The other looks to take control of it's status. Their desires will determine the outcome, forever influencing the course of WZCW and all who lay witness to the battle. They look to make way for their future. Whether it is by light or darkness, these men are revolutionaries. Making an impact in the overall world.
That is the influence of those who dare to be: The Brave & The Bold
Cohen: I can't wait. The big one is here! It's time.
Copeland:Like the man says. Its time for the main event of the evening.
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As the song plays, a long series of disturbing images play on the screen. Flames erupt all over the stage as manequin are elevated and engulfed in fire. In the midst of it all, emerges the challenger. Dr. Zeus. Pushing forward a gurney. He stops on top of the ramp, wearing his new mask and coat. He leaves the gurney on the ramp and begins to make his way down. As he does, it explodes. Engulfed in the fire, he walks into the ring and stands across from his foe.
Connor:This is a very disturbed individual. And we are seeing it here right now as he makes his way to the ring. Those images on the screen. That music. It just sends chills down my spine. And then the fire too.
Cohen:It is amazing to watch, really. You can't help but to be afraid of him.
Copeland:He dominated Lethal Lottery, aided by the Children Of The Damned. They can't be here for this match, but they are all one very dangerous force.
Zeus paces the ring as we cut to the ramp for the entrance of the Champion.
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Mist enters the arena and as the instrumental plays, many men dressed in white robes covering their whole bodies enter the ring in two single file lines. The white robed men are carrying torches. The men line up around the ring in their lines with the torches held out high above their heads in a tunnel formation. Another man now enters the ring in a white trenchcoat and a large white felt cowboy hat large enough to conceal his face from view. The man in white walks slowly to the ring. He climbs in and thunderbolt pyros go off on the entrance ramp as he kneels down into a prayer pose. He takes off his white felt hat to reveal that he is none other than....
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The World Heavyweight Champion, Theron Daggershield takes off the white trenchcoat when his entrance theme begins playing and he has a huge grin on his face. He hands the trenchcoat and his title belt to the timekeeper who walks up to the ring taking the items. Red, yellow, blue, green, and purple lights flash and Theron poses in the ring for the fans who are on their feet giving him a standing ovation. Theron rolls his red d20 dice in the middle of the ring, it lands on a 20. More pyro goes off from the entrance ramp. The white robed druids begin exiting the arena in their single file lines as Theron continues doing poses for each side of the arena so they can take pictures of their World Champion. Once the last druid has left the arena, Theron goes over to the corner of the ring and says a prayer. He asks for a microphone and motions for the music to stop.
Theron:Tonight I battle the evil Davkas Diamonddeath in a Final Fighter Remaining match for a the world's most prestigious prize.... A champion's belt covered in the scales of a mighty Prismatic Dragon.... the World Gladiatorial Heavyweight Championship.... In the name of the Holy Triad of Torm, Tyr, and Ilmater, I will smite the evil Davkas tonight right here in this ring. I fight for the honor of our mother of magic, Mystra, and for all the fans here tonight! Davkas, your evil days end TONIGHT!
Theron passes the mic away and hands over his World Heavyweight Championship belt.
Copeland: The Champion is very confident tonight. He's feeling it.
Connor:Very nice entrance too. Great presentation from the Champion.
The bell sounds and the lights dim. A single, solitary spotlight standing over the competitors. Referee Juro Akiyama holds up the richest prize in the game in exhibition of what these two will battle for. Both men stare each other down as the tension builds.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Main Event of the Kingdom Come 7! A Last Man Standing Match where the only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent to the point that he cannot answer a 10 Count. And it is for the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship!! Introducing first...... He is the challenger. The winner of the 2015 Lethal Lottery. Weighing at a 265 lbs he hails from Portland, Oregon, he is..... Dr. Zeus!!
And his opponent, from Stephenville, Texas. Weighing at a 190 lbs, he is the current reigning and defending WZCW World Heavywight Champion...... "The Warblade" Theron Daggershield!!
Akiyama takes the title away while Theron and Zeus do not take their eyes off each other for a single second. The lights are raised and the camera pans out to show the massive crowd in attendance as background. The two stars shine bright despite being difficult to see in the center of the ring from the distance. The scene zooms in back into the two and they still stare each other down. Akiyama makes the call we've been waiting for.
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Both men do not react to the bell. They remain staring each other as the tension continues to build. They both very slowly begin to finally move. They take their careful steps as they circle the ring. Mirroring each other across the canvas until they stand where the other started. They stop and after a few seconds, Dr. Zeus raises his arms slowly. Hands opened, head raised, almost as if he was praising the dark force he worships. Lighting is heard over the arena and the lights flicker as the crowd boo's. Kids in the front rows can be seen hiding by the side of their parents. Teenagers can be seen left with their jaws left hanging in awe. But the World Heavyweight Champion does not flinch. Instead he raises his right arm and points towards his adversary in defiance. The lights stop their flickering and the thundering stops as Theron gives Dr. Zeus the thumbs down. The crowd begins to come to life and Theron assumes a fighting stance to a massive ovation. Dr. Zeus drops his stance and finally begins to move with the intention of wrestling.
Copeland:This is it. The moment we've been waiting for.
The two men approach each other in the center of the ring ready to go to battle. They go for the collar and elbow tie up, one man looking for that edge over the other. Zeus begins to overwhelm the far smaller Champion. Theron loses his composure and takes steps back giving in to the strength of Zeus. He stumbles towards the ropes where Zeus holds him. Jun Akiyama instructs the release of the hold from Zeus but he at first does not oblige. He holds on as Jun begins to count. 1…… 2…… 3…… 4…..- Zeus finally releases Theron very slowly and very carefully. Showing precaution to his adversary it would seem at first. But he then pats Theron on his spiky hair. A show of complete arrogance on his part, showing he can completely dominate. The crowd “Uuuuuu's” in the face of the Good Doctor's arrogant nature. Theron looks on clearly showing a sight of concern at Zeus' gesture. He paces to the center of the ring ready to continue as Zeus looks on without even having his guard up. Both men once again lock up in the center of the ring with the collar and elbow tie up and the struggle across the ring. Theron clearly trying his best to match Zeus' strength. It seems Zeus is still too much and pushes Theron to the opposite set of ropes. But at the very last moment, Theron shifts his momentum, turning Zeus over and putting him on the ropes and seemingly helpless. Jun Akiyama, once again comes in calling for the release of the hold buy Theron does not release immediately. Instead also taking the 5 count for use. 1………. 2…………… 3………… 4……… Theron backs away in caution as a surprised Dr. Zeus looks on surprised. He stands in awe as Theron backs off. But the Champion suddenly takes a step forward and pats Zeus on the shoulder in his own show of arrogance. Or more a case of defiance as he shows he can still match Zeus even if there's a size discrepancy. Theron smirks as he takes his steps back and the crowd cheers him on.
Cohen: That may be like slapping a bull across the face. He's provoking Dr. Zeus.
Connor:He may be trying to show Zeus he's not backing down and psych him out. Theron knows what he's getting into here. He knows how dangerous his adversary can be.
Both men lock up right away, now being much more loose in their movements. They struggle in the center of the ring, this time neither man budging as we see them push each other to the limit. Zeus sidesteps and grabs Theron in a headlock and kneels to put the pressure on the World Champion. Dr. Zeus squeezes through as Theron seems to have no answer. He struggles to no avail as it seems Zeus has a vicegrip on him. Theron continues trying to get out of the hold and after a long struggle, he manages to slip his head out of the hold and grabs Zeus' arm, tweaking it with a hammerlock. Every step Zeus takes, Theron mirrors in order to keep the hold locked in. Zeus tries to reach for Theron. He tries to move to get away from him. But there's no success as Theron uses his speed and size to his advantage. After a while, Zeus tries a more brutish approach and stretches his elbow viciously across his own back. Theron manages to duck a few of the shots, but the wild nature of the shots are unpredictable and eventually Theron is met with a blow to his temple. Zeus uses the opening and goes right back to the headlock. He drives Theron to the canvas and holds him there. Screaming loudly trying to intimidate Theron. Theron once again, finds himself struggling to get out of the danger. But Zeus is too much weight over him and his flailing is all for naught. Theron seems to seize all movement before suddenly stretching out his legs and wrapping them across the throat of the Lethal Lottery winner. Theron manages to cinch in the hold and pull his adversary down to the mat making him release his headlock and subduing him. Theron holds down Zeus now being in control and Zeus can't get out of the scissors squeezing his neck. He tries to move for leverage and gets to his knees. He tries to pull himself away and stands up as Theron holds on. Thinking quickly, Theron twists and turns. He tilts his legs forward with his body weight, sending Zeus tumbling forward and the momentum sends him out of the ring. Zeus gets up and pounds the apron showing frustration. He takes his time before re-entering though and just paces the ring. Theron waits inside watching carefully.
Copeland: Both men working very cautiously here tonight. Nothing risky, nothing fancy.
Connor: Yet. I fear as these two keep going and see how hard the other is to put away, they'll get more and more intense.
Cohen:Theron is showing he is scared here. I see it. You see it. We all can see it. He's afraid to mess up and lose.
Zeus enters the ring carefully as Theron waits for him. Both men once again circle the ring. They go for another collar and elbow tie up but Zeus quickly takes command by grabbing Theron's spiky hair and pulling on it. Akiyama admonishes him for it so Dr. Zeus pulls Theron upward and slams him to the canvas by the hair. Zeus once again poses in praise to the dark force he worships as Theron gets out of the ring holding his head in pain. He ruffles his hair to get the blood flowing and gets back in Theron hits several forearm blows to the chest of Dr. Zeus, but the Good Doctor retaliates with a clubbing blow right to the back of Theron. Zeus follows that up by whipping Theron across the ropes and then just blatantly choking him on the way back, right in front of the referee. Jun orders him to stop but Theron first hits a hard elbow right to the temple of Zeus, making him reel. A second one loosens the grip and a third one has Theron completely free. He kicks Zeus right in the shin making him drop to one knee and Theron connects with a Dropkick right to the face of his challenger, making him crumble to the canvas. Zeus covers his face in pain as Theron gets up and thinks his next move. He pulls up Zeus and runs the ropes for another Dropkick and connects it. Zeus falls and Theron goes for a cover but Zeus rolls out of the ring. He falls on his feet and covers his mouth as he waves his finger: “No” is what he waves as Theron goes to get him. He peeks his head over the ropes but the Good Doctor sees his chance and pulls Theron's head, driving him throat first onto the ropes. Theron whips off it holding his neck as his foe steps back into the ring to mount his offense. Zeus fires off a series of forearm shots to the head of the Champion and whips him across the ring. Theron picks up speed and slides under Zeus. He leaps to his feet and kicks Zeus in the thigh twice before leaping to the air for a Mule Kick. Zeus staggers backward and Theron grabs the leg for a Dragon Screw, twisting Zeus onto the mat. Theron dashes acroos the ring and uses the momentum to take flight for a Knee Drop, but Dr. Zeus is quick off his feet and dodges the blow, letting Theron's knee to hit nothing but canvas. Theron grasps his knee as Zeus tries to get back to his feet. Both men recompose themselves at the same time at rush ahead to attack. Zeus hits a couple of knife edge chops across the chest of The Warblade but he bounces off the ropes and kicks Dr. Zeus in the gut. He kicks him again, this time across the face to send Zeus staggering backwards and Theron dashes the ropes and leaps legs first onto the shoulders of Zeus and tosses him over with a Huricanrana. Zeus tumbles across the canvas but doesn't stay down for long. Using his momentum, he quickly gets back to his feet and dashes across the ring himself. At full force, he leaps across the air for a Spinning Heel Kick, knocking the Champion down hard to the mat.
Connor:It's scary how careful they were and how violent it's starting to get now.
Copeland:Well Cat, as the adrenaline starts to pump and the basics stop working, these men will keep hitting each other harder and harder as they get more and more desperate looking for the advantage.
Cohen: You know, on a personal level I'm no fan of Theron and I feel he should give up, but I gotta acknowledge he has guts. Even if they're spilled across by the end of this.
Dr. Zeus grabs Theron and raises him to his feet. He headbutts Theron right in the forehead a couple of times as Theron loses his balance. He staggers with each shot and seems to be fading. But he suddenly, in a burst of adrenaline, Theron smashes his forearm across the jaw of Zeus. He staggers backward now and Theron quickly hooks his under Zeus' armpit. Catapulting him over his head onto the mat for a Northern Lights Suplex.
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Cohen: Theron is taking far too many risks here. It's like he's basically throwing himself away here.
Copeland: I think it's Theron trying to keep Dr. Zeus off his game here. Theron has to work fast to keep Dr. Zeus from thinking ahead.
Theron struggles to get back up to his feet. He at least he gets to his knees as Dr. Zeus tries to keep him down. Theron gives Dr. Zeus a couple of kidney shots to get loose. But as he tries to get a move on, Zeus yet again, yanks him by the hair, slamming him to the mat. He grabs the hair again and raises it a bit but then hooks a Dragon Sleeper on. Dr. Zeus gets some leverage by getting up to his knees but it doesn't go long as Theron manages to knee the Good Doctor right onto the forehead a couple of times. Dr. Zeus tries to elevate him with the hold and Theron goes up to the air pulled by the back of the neck. But Theron takes control and drives Dr. Zeus to the mat right on the back of his head with a Shiranui DDT. Theron again asks for the count
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Cohen:You guys are seeing that Theron is the only one of the two going for counts, right?
Connor:He's been the one hitting the big moves so far. Dr. Zeus has yet to get a chance.
Copeland: And for Theron's sake, he should hope he doesn't get the chance.
Theron doesn't let up and pulls the limp Dr. Zeus onto his feet. Zeus stands up groggy and Theron plays to the crowd raising his arms in an X in front of him to a great reaction as the camera pans out for a great visual as the cameras flashing all over the large stadium. Theron raises Dr. Zeus up in the air and drops him onto his knee for an Atomic Drop. Dr. Zeus clutches his groin in pain but Theron does not let up. He delivers another Atomic Drop. Dr. Zeus gets down to one knee clutching himself in agony. Theron crosses his arms again and delivers a third Atomic Drop! Dr. Zeus crumbles to the ground from the pain and Theron points to the ropes as the crowd roars in excitement.
Theron! Theron! Theron! Theron! Theron! Theron!
Theron climbs up the ropes and pants at the top but not taking his eyes off the target. He points toward Dr. Zeus and quickly leaps into the air for the Dragoon Jump! A thunderous Elbow Drop theoretically pierces Dr. Zeus right through his dark heart. Theron hits the move so hard and perfectly that he bounces right on to his feet. He surveys the field and goes right back out to the apron, signalling that he's going back up to the top rope. He climbs as the crowd senses whats about to happen. Theron measures his adversary knowing the risk he's taking on his next move but Dr. Zeus rolls away almost as if he saw what was coming. Theron stands on the top rope watching Dr. Zeus as he gets away from the potential Limit Break. Dr. Zeus clutches the ropes as Theron is still perched on the top. Slowly Dr. Zeus gets up using the ropes as Theron thinks up his next move. He puts his feet on the ropes and walks on them!
Cohen:What is that geek doing?!
Theron walks across the ropes approaching the unsuspecting Dr. Zeus who is just now getting to his feet! He surveys the field looking for his foe but as he finally reaches the direction Theron Daggershild is on, the World Heavyweight Champion leaps off the ropes he walked in perfect balance! He stretches his legs forward in mid air with his arms ready to make a catch!!
Connor:No way! No WAY!!
FLYING CRITICAL HIT!!!
The Commentators:OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!!!
Copeland: Theron Daggershield just walked across the ropes and leaped off them driving Dr. Zeus' head to the mat with a Flying Critical Hit!!! Oh God, what an impact!!! What an impact!!
Theron clutches the back of his head which hit the canvas hard. He takes time to get a hold of himself realizing the desperate need to make a cover after that huge maneuver. He turns to reach out for Dr. Zeus who is also reeling, clutching his face. Zeus rolls across as Theron reaches out for him and reaches the apron. Theron reaches out for the cover but Zeus falls out of the ring. Theron slams his hand onto the mat in anger realizing the lost opportunity. Theron gets to his knees thinking of what to do now as Dr. Zeus lays outside of the ring. Practically dead on impact from the Critical Hit.
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Zeus is stirring and Theron struggles for what to do next and rolls out of the ring as Jun Akiyama checks on Dr. Zeus. Theron gets out of the ring and slowly walks around the ring towards Dr. Zeus. He reaches Dr. Zeus and tries to get him up but Zeus is too limp. Theron drops him then Theron rolls into the ring and asks Akiyama not to count.
Cohen: What is he doing?! He should've taken the count
Cohen:He just hit his biggest move, Cat. That's why. His opponent is obviously out of it but Theron wants a big win.
Copeland:It's a warrior's way, Cohen. That's why. It's the richest prize in the game and that's how you win it.
Theron gets out of the ring again to try and get Dr. Zeus back into the ring. Theron grabs him and manages to get Dr. Zeus back to his feet. But Dr. Zeus comes back to life and tosses Theron full force against the barricade. Theron bounces as his back nails the barricade so hard. Theron screams out in agony but has no time to drop to the floor in pain as Dr. Zeus grabs him by the hair and dashes across ringside and tosses him again against the barricade flipping Theron with such force that he flips over onto the timekeeper's table. Dr. Zeus then turns and asks Akiyama to begin his count.
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Theron is up. Dr. Zeus gets back out to get Theron. He fetches Daggershield from behind the timekeeper's table, shoving the timekeeper away and tossing anything in his path away. He drags Theron by the hair towards the ring. Zeus ragdolls the Champion and shoves him back first against the ring apron. Theron steps forward in pain with his arms stretched to his back and is then tossed across a table by ringside for the other ringside staff. Dr. Zeus gets back into the ring to once again to urge for the count.
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Connor:What a violent attack on Theron at ringside.
Cohen:I'm feeling uncomfortable here, guys.
Copeland: Yeah, I'm out.
The commentators scramble as Dr. Zeus walks by the announce table to get to Theron. He grabs Theron and tosses him back to the side of the ring. He tosses Theron back into the ring. Dr. Zeus looks to get back into the ring but then double takes, seeing the table of the ringside attendants he saw earlier. He ponders it for a bit and then turns away from the ring and goes toward it. Grabbing it and dragging it as Theron barely shows any life in the ring. The Good Doctor positions the table by ringside as Theron gets to his knees. Dr. Zeus climbs onto the ring apron and reaches out to grab Theron by the hair. He pulls him over and drapes his arm over him The announcers finally get back to the action and get their headsets fixed.
Copeland:Dr. Zeus is trying to Suplex Theron onto the table?!
Cohen:It's the main event of the biggest show in the year, Seabass. Zeus can't help but want to shine.
Connor:Now I'm really afraid of how far he'll go here.
Dr. Zeus tries to raises Theron upward but the Warblade grabs the ropes with his feet to block it. Zeus tries again to no avail. Daggershield tries the Suplex himself, but his back is too hurt from the attacks on the barricade preventing him. Theron hits his challenger with a couple of right hands. Zeus is draped on the ropes as Theron releases him and dashes across the ring, bouncing off the ropes. He charges headfirst toward Zeus but the Good Doctor hits a Throat Thrust to stop the World Champion dry. Zeus gets back to the ring as Theron takes a few steps back. Dr. Zeus grabs his opponent and turns him over with a front facelock. He holds him and drops down sitting for the Rude Awakening. Theron drops down to the canvas.
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Lets Go Theron! Lets Go Theron! Lets Go Theron! Lets Go Theron! Lets Go Theron!
The crowd chants urging Theron along as the Good Doctor shows a bit of frustration. He gets back up to his feet for his next move and raises Theron again. He grabs him backwards by the waist and drops him onto his knee for a Backbreaker. Dr. Zeus then relentlessly slaps the chest of Theron showing off more frustration. He huffs over to the corner and climbs the ropes facing the crowd. He raises his arms in his evil worship once again before taking his final steps upward, screaming at the crowd. He takes a leap for a Moonsault! But Theron gets out of the way! The Good Doctor crashes onto the mat chest first and bounces to his knees from the impact. Theron sees his chance and leaps into the air. The Critical Hit!! Theron wraps his arms across Dr. Zeus' head as gravity brings him down to the mat, but despite the pain, Zeus still has the where with all to prevent the deadly blow and shoves Theron off. Zeus goes to grab Theron but the Champion bounces off the canvas and back kicks Zeus in the head to send him off. Theron gets back on his feet and charges towards the groggy Doctor for the attack, but Zeus still has the where with to attack and catches the Champion on his shoulders for a Samoan Drop. Theron's body plummets to the canvas back first as Zeus bounces off it. He see's his chance to take over and drags Theron to the ropes, placing him right under them. He grabs the legs and catapults him full force onto the ropes with the Last Rites. Knowing how determined his adversary is though, Zeus gets up and drags Theron to the center of the ring. He places the arm onto his own legs to lock in the submission hold. Pulling The Plug!
Copeland: Oh, no!! This could be it! Theron may be out!
Connor:Come on, Theron! Fight out of it!
Theron struggles realizing the trouble he's in. He tries to reach for the ropes but to no avail, they are too far away for his leg to reach. He stretches his arm out for the ropes as well, but his arm is also out of reach of the ropes. It seems Theron is fading as Jun Akiyama is waiting to call for the bell if need be. The struggling slowly stops as the life escapes with each breath Theron has to let out. It seems Theron is totally out of it, but he suddenly showcases a spurt of adrenaline as he comes back to life. He tries to get out of the hold, but Zeus is holding on too tight. Theron gets to his feet despite having the weight of Dr. Zeus holding him down and the Warblade then does the unthinkable. He raises slowly but surely, himself upward. And Dr. Zeus is forced to follow suit as Theron displays incredible power. Up into the air Dr. Zeus goes as he looks on completely baffled by the Champion's show of strength. From up above, Theron drops Dr. Zeus to the canvas with brutal force. The challenger is forced to release his deadly hold as he snaps in and out of consciousness. Theron falls down right by him as the crowd shows their appreciation for Theron.
That Was Awesome! That Was Awesome! That Was Awesome! That Was Awesome!
Theron tries to go for the cover, barely managing to get a sense of direction after exerting all that force. He gets back up to his feet
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But Dr. Zeus gets up. Theron looks frustrated, still covering his foe despite one shoulder being off the canvas. Theron shakes his head trying to motivate himself as he gets back up to his feet. Thinking of his next move. The Good Doctor begins to stir and slowly gets back to his feet and Daggershield is right there and on the attack with a couple of kicks to the thighs of his challenger to break his stance. Theron dashes across the ring but Dr. Zeus is finally back to his senses. Theron leaps onto his shoulders for a Huricanrana, but Zeus holds it and pulls him back up. Theron slides over the back for a Sunset Flip, but Zeus rolls back out of it and onto his feet. He beats Theron to his feet and hits a wicked headbutt, staggering the Champion who then covers his face from the impact. Sensing his moment is now, Dr. Zeus himself leaps onto the shoulders of Theron and delivers his own Huricanrana!
Cohen:[/B] This back and forth is killing me, Seabass. I actually can't tell who's winning.
Copeland: It's been an even battle all match long and it doesn't seem like either one is letting up any time soon.
Theron gets back to his feet before Zeus can and hits a big forearm shot to the face.
Yay!!
Zeus staggers backward but does not take a step back. He instead slowly beings to lean forward and after a moment of hesitation, hits a throat thrust right on target.
Boo!!
Theron bends backward as the lethal blow catches him right in the throat but he does not let himself fall back. Instead he wills himself forward for another big forearm shot.
Back and forth they go. Each blow seeming more violent than the last as the speed of each blow increases over and over again. Faster and faster. They seem to get more and more motivated by each blow. However it seems Dr. Zeus slowly begins to take control of the offense.
He grabs Theron by the chin with a death grip as he attempts the Euthanasia. But THeron sees it coming. He kick Dr. Zeus arm off and tackles him. Theron drags Dr. Zeus forth onto the ropes where they exchange blows again. But this time Theron grabs one of Dr. Zeus' hands and clotheslines him over. Zeus falls off to the apron but gets right back up to his feet. Theron leaps over the ropes and to the apron. He then slides under Dr. Zeus and kicks him right in the calf to make him lose balance, dropping him onto the hard apron....
Copeland:That's the hardest part of the ring. The impact on that is crippling to the human anatomy.
Connor: Yeah, but look where Dr. Zeus is falling onto. Its the table he set up earlier!
Cohen:I think hitting the apron is the least of Zeus' problems.
The Good Doctor rolls off the apron after falling on it and ends up on the table he set up earlier. Theron looks on seeing his plan come to fruition. He plays to the crowd before running to the turnbuckle and getting on the top. He measures but wastes no time as the crowd cheers him on. Theron takes flight and drives his elbow once again through the proverbial black heart of Zeus with a Dragoon Jump, shattering the table!!
Copeland: The fans chant in amazement as Theron gets out of the debris.
Connor: Akiyama looks on, contemplating a count. But with both men down in a match of this high caliber he can't bring himself to make the call.
Theron gets out of the rubble he created and falls at ringside, but is still in fighting form. He clutches himself in pain and holds on to the barricade as fans pat him from above.
Theron gets back up to his feet and grabs Dr. Zeus out of the debris. The pain making it difficult to manage the limp body. He eventually gets Zeus back in rolls him. He follows him in but is too hurt to capitalize with a pin or anything. Instead Theron struggle to get back up. He barely gets to his feet as Dr. Zeus slowly comes alive himself Theron measures him and the moment Zeus is high enough, he goes for it! CRITICAL HIT!
But Zeus grabs the ropes, sending Theron crashing down without a body for him to drive to the canvas. He bounces off the mat and onto his feet but he's met with Euthanasia!!
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Connor:[/B] That was Zeus' best shot! Now what's he gonna do?
Copeland:Theron needs to capitalize! Zeus is discouraged!
Cohen:I don't believe it!
Zeus punches the canvas repeatedly in frustration as he pants heavily. His biggest shot failed. He gets back up to his feet and gets Theron up. He's completely limp despite the kick out and is a hassle for Zeus to position him on the turnbuckle. He sits the champion on the top of it and Throat Thrusts him for good measure. He front facelocks him but Theron punches Dr. Zeus on the ribs to prevent anything. Zeus backs off and comes in to try again but this time Theron kicks him away, sending him off into the canvas. Theron is however, unable to follow up as he works to just catch his breath. Dr. Zeus approaches and tries again. This time doing it. Hitting his signature DDT, but only off the middle rope rather than the top. 1 ..
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Dr. Zeus loses it and gets back up to his feet. Enraged, he stalks referee Jun Akiyama who backsteps in intimidation. He yells to point out he is the official and may disqualify Zeus. He stops as he drops to one knee from the punishment of the match but the crowd is not too keen on his actions.
You're a quack! You're a quack! You're a quack! You're a quack! You're a quack!
Akiyama gets away from him as he exits the ring. He tosses the ring apron over and begins to look around.
Cohen: You had him! He's out! What are you doing?!
Copeland:It would appear that frustration is leading to desperation. He wants Theron to stay down the hard way.
He looks around and pulls a chair as Jun looks on not knowing what to do. Dr. Zeus re-enters the ring with the chair in hand, but as soon as he does, he realizes Theron isn't there! He looks around and doesn't spot him! Theron then appears behind him with the Buster Sword in hand. Theron turns him over They instantly take a swing simultaneously. Theron has a chair bounce off his cranium! Dr. Zeus has a prop sword bounce of his own cranium! Both objects fall. And soon enough, both warriors fall.
This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome!
Jun Akiyama looks on not knowing what to do. Yet again, the weight of the match affecting his decisions. Both men are down on the ground clutching their injured heads, but both are clearly still awake. They're down but not out. Blood covers the face of Theron as the chair seems to have cut him a bit. He looks on and spots Dr. Zeus and turns, but that's about as far as he could go. Dr. Zeus does the same. Spotting Theron and turning his body over. Both wrestlers are face down on the canvas. Dr. Zeus tries to reach over to Theron and Theron does the same. Both men struggling to continue their fight. Dr. Zeus manages to reach Theron first and tries to get up. Holding the spiky hair yet again. He wraps his legs around the throat of the Champion and pulls on the arm for Pulling The Plug. Theron seems to offer no response whatsoever. Jun seems ready to make a call over this but suddenly Theron just pulls himself out of the hold. No struggle. No complications. Theron just simply pulled himself out and he did. Dr. Zeus drops to the canvas realizing what has just happened.
Copeland: My God. It seems Zeus is so out of energy that he couldn't apply any sort pressure on that submission. All he could do was hold Theron for as long as he could.
Connor:It did him no good. Zeus is totally disarmed. Now what'll he do?
Cohen:Never corner a monster, guys. I feel we may see the worst from Zeus.
Dr. Zeus struggles to his feet as Theron rolls in the floor to get his composure. Zeus simply seems like can't stand as Theron struggles back to his feet. Theron gets up but the Good Doctor falls down. Theron stands over him seeing his foe down and out. He thinks of what to do next as the sweat drips from his brow onto his fallen foe. Theron can't stand the sight of a fallen warrior though and actually extends his hand to Zeus. The Good Doctor looks on but after a bit, he obliges. Theron helps him back to his feet. But the very second Zeus gets up, he goes for a low blow!!
Cohen:Daggershield, that nice attitude will be your undoing.
Connor: That snake.... Wait a minute!!
But as Zeus attempts the action, Theron catches the hand about to hit him low. Dr. Zeus looks on realizing he failed as Theron seems very angry. He pulls Zeus up and takes him right back down with a Sidebuster. Theron struggles to get to the ropes and climbs them. He gets to the top ready for the Limit Break, but Zeus see's the danger coming and gets up. He tumbles to the ropes and hits Theron to stop him right there. He hits him again, but Theron retaliates with his own fists. He tries to fight Zeus off and drives his head right onto Zeus' own. A blood stain adorns the mask of the Good Doctor as he falls back down to the canvas. Theron is now perched on the top rope with no opposition and seems ready for the big move. He gets his footing right and stands up to measure but before he can leap into the air, Dr. Zeus shoves referee Jun Akiyama torward the ropes. This causes Theron to lose his balance and fall crotch first on to the turnbuckle. The referee seems very angry at what Dr. Zeus did and scolds him for it, but the Doctor screams at him with a frightening roar, scaring him off. Dr. Zeus goes toward Theron to try something and climbs the ropes. But Theron still has fight in him and attack him again. Blood pours down Theron's face and onto the canvas as he delivers some right hand shots. He then grabs Dr. Zeus and headbutts him again, to send him away. Theron tries to move but Zeus does not hesitate. The moment Theron has fragile balance, Zeus once again goes for the ropes. This time tossing himself onto them. However, Theron gets out of the ropes just in time. Theron lands right next to Zeus and instantly leaps once again!
Critical Hit!!
Dr. Zeus' bloodstained head bounce off the mat as Theron slowly gets back to his feet. Struggling from the exhaustion. Theron begs the referee to count.
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10-NO!! Dr. Zeus manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope and barely pull himself up Theron looks on in disbelief, barely able to respond to what just happened. Theron lays on him completely breathless thinking of what to do next. He signals to the post and heads for it gingerly, wobbling with each step. At times even losing his footing.
Copeland: Theron Daggershield is just a moment away from retaining the World Heavyweight Championship here!!
Theron finally reaches the top ropes. Barely able to stand up on it without losing his balance, he struggles as Dr. Zeus seems completely limp on the canvas. Theron slowly gets his balance and gets up as he begins to measure. He can't keep his balance though and stalls for a long time. As he tries to get his footing straight though, Dr. Zeus begins to stagger. Finally showing signs of life he rolls over. Theron now thinks twice of what he'll do. He continues to measure but suddenly Dr. Zeus gets off his feet in a burst of adrenaline and runs up the ropes!! Both men are suddenly struggling on the top rope, dangerously they teeter as they strike at each over with everything they can. Rights, lefts, forearms, elbows, headbutts. Blow after bolw they fight at the top. Zeus teeters but he gets right back to it. He rakes Theron in the eyes and
SUPER EUTHANASIA!!
Off the top rope, Zeus locks his finishing maneuver and slams Theron down with it!! The camera shakes upon the impact of Theron's body to the canvas along with Zeus being it's driving force!! Zeus uses the ropes to stand and orders the referee to count.
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Cohen:[/B]OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!! What a maneuver!! From the top rope! Dr. Zeus had to slam Theron Daggershield from the top rope like that to finally put him down!! What a battle!!
Connor:Dr. Zeus had to resort to such a low to finally get the victory?! Is that how much fight Theron had in him that it forced the Dr. to such an underhanded tactic?
Copeland:To me it was pretty even until the end. Both men played dirty at certain moments. But there is something to say about Dr. Zeus having to rake Theron's eyes at the last moment to barely secure the victory. What a struggle between the two.
Connor:What about the table? Theron was the one who used it, but the one who put it there was Dr. Zeus. He brought a chair into the ring before Theron brought a sword. Theron acted in retaliation. Dr. Zeus was the instigator here.
Cohen:It doesn't matter at the end of the day, Zeus won.
The lights dim as EMT's come to help Theron out. In the ring, Chastity along with the new World Tag Team Champions, John Doe and Fallout appear in the ring. Chastity takes the World Heavyweight Championship and wraps it around the waste of the beaten but victorious new Champion as the announcer makes the call.
Harrys:
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest..... And NEEEEEEEEW WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...... THE GOOD DOCTOR ZEUS!!!
The lights flash in a darkened arena as thunder is heard overhead and fire emerges from the posts. Zeus and the Children of the Damned pose with their Championship belts as Chastity helps Zeus stand. As that goes on, fire emerges all around the arena as ashes begin to fall from the ceiling, showering the ring.
Copeland: What does this mean for WZCW? A literal dark cloud has formed above us as the building seems as if it was set on fire.
Connor:A new age of darkness has seemingly begun here tonight, gentlemen.
Cohen:Congratulations to our new World Champion after such an amazing performance. Come on, guys. Don't exaggerate. We'll be fine.
The Champions continue to pose on the ring as now symbols begin to dangle from the rafters in flames. The graphic appears on screen signalling the end of the show as the arena is ablaze.........
Dave - Abel Hunnicut vs. Garth Black + Mikey Stormrage vs. Matt Tastic Dynamite - Tag Team Title match FalK - KC Opening + Barbosa vs. SHIT + Constantine vs. Showtime + All KC Segments Killjoy - KC Poster & Match Graphics + World title match + KC Ending Spidey - KC Song Choice + Elite Openweight Triple Threat Thriller - KFAD Elimination Chamber Yaz - KC Opening + Veejay vs. Howard + Titus vs. Scumm + Last Minute Awesome 420 No-Scope Boss Edit
I'm hijacking the credits to say a very special thank you to FalK and Thriller. This is their last show on creative, and I owe both of them a great debt.
It was Falk who originally wanted to bring me onto the creative team way back when he was HoC. Maybe it was the ponies, maybe I was a diamond in the rough, maybe he thought I was sexy, idk. But without Falk I may not be in the position I'm in today. So from the bottom of my heart, I thank you FalK. You have been a friend and a mentor.
To Thriller. You made me step up my game. Losing to your 200 words RPs week in and week out really started to get old. You were among the first guys I brought in to my regime when I took over as fed head, and I'm glad I made the call. Not only did it lead to elegANT coming in, but you put in solid work every show and your backstage praise of my leadership helped keep me going.
You will both be missed in the ivory tower.
On a personal note, this wraps up a fed year for me as HoC. I look at this fed as a family, each and every one of you are my brothers and with Thanksgiving coming up in a few days here in the States, I will be counting you guys among my blessings. It isn't always easy being a member of creative, but you guys make it all worth it. The work you put in deserves to be commended, and I thank each and every one of you for taking the time to RP every other week. It takes a village, and you crazy mofos are awesome. Thank you all and I hope you enjoyed the show. The RPs were fantastic all around. We had flip flopping and split votes throughout the card. We hope you like what we have in store for Apocalypse.
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