Meltdown 112

[Dave]

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Copeland: We are live from the Baton Rouge River Center, Louisiana, this is Meltdown 112!! I'm Sebastian Copeland, alongside Jack Cohen bringing you the action from ringside!

Cohen: Ho-ho-ho! Happy holidays to all our fans out there as we enter the holidays. Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanza, New Years and that mexican Holiday. From the WZCW family to everyone watching, we wish you happy holidays.

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Out come all 3 members of the faction known as Cerberus. The three strut showcasing themselves in a condescending manner as they enter the ring. Eve is the first to grab a mic as the music dims.

Eve: Hello, my adoring fans. I realize that you must be awestruck by the sight of three absolutely beautiful individuals setting foot into this.... cesspool. But please don't become accustomed to it.

Mussel:We do not want to be exposed to your filthy, disgusting gumbo or your other disgustingly unhealthy foods that make you so famous.

Ramparte: You butcher music with your un-artistic, unoriginal so called Jazz and the streets reek like sewers. Fitting because they look like sewers with no ceiling. Truly fitting locale for scum so low.

*That's New Orleans! That's New Orleans! That's New Orleans*


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Eve: Same difference, you're just as repulsive. The only highlights to being here is that first of all, we're settling our business with The Elite and secondly, I will be the one to put away that little child, Matt Tastic. So Constantine, please come out here with your group if you'd be so kind.

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Out come Ty Burna, the Elite X Champion, Constantine and their newest associate, Dorian Slaughter. All 3 stand on the ramp with Constantine holding a mic.

Constantine: Dear Ms. Taylor, why are you angry at me? We kept our end of the deal, just like you did yours. Maybe it wasn't pretty and elegant like you wanted, but look on the bright side. You got Bumblebee Man before we did. You can beat him and get your nice bragging rights before The Elite take the World title back to where it belongs.

Eve: No you don't. I know what you do and how you work. When I win, I WILL be gratified with a title shot of my own. I mean it only makes sense. Neither one of you have beat the twerp.

Ty: What makes you so sure you can do it, harlot?

Eve: I have the..... assets you boys don't have.

Mussel: Not to mention after tonight you'll be under our shadows.

Ramparte: A symbolic event. The creator of our adversaries falls before they do.

The two sides seem ready to confront each other and break into a brawl. But.....

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All 6 people look around, but Matt Tastic is nowhere in sight. Instead out of the concessions area appear a bunch of Santa's. Carrying loads of gifts, they hand them out to the crowd. After that comes Matt Tastic handing out replica World title belts to kids. Eventually he looks at the six people down in the arena area but doesn't say anything.

Ty: Do you fear the darkness in your future, Matthew? Do you fear you'll suffer the same fate as your grandfather and Mikey?

No response from the champ as he just looks on.

Eve: Does our elegance leave you speechless? I don't blame you.

Dorian: Say something!

Matt: God, I can't wait to stick my face in those titties- I mean stockings! I mean jugs! I mean giftbags! I mean.... crap. Yeah, boobs. Sorry kids, but you're gonna learn about it eventually.

Constantine: Much like how Santa Claus isn't real.

Matt:......... The hell are you talkin' about? Of course he's real. There's only 30 of him in here.

Ty: I thought you were a brave hero. Why don't you speak here in the ring?

Matt: Do I look stupid to you, Ty? There's six of you down there and I get beaten up only every week. I'll have plenty of time to get bloody vengeance on you at Redemption and you'll have plenty of time to like an emo twit too. So go about your not so secret plan in the ring. I'm out here to give the crowd something to care about. Like these replica titles. Available only on ShopWZCW.com for the great price of $250.

Constantine: Refusing a fight? I don't believe it. Matt Tastic is a coward.

Matt: That's hilarious coming from you.

Constantine: What'll be hilarious is Mikey Stormrage choking against me at Redemption.

Matt: Pfftt. I'm sorry, but if anyone knows how to choke, it's you. Reynolds.... Showtime.... Holmes..... Hell, you'll probably mess up against El Swago. Whoever he is. So go about your fun. I'm done here. Bye.

Matt leaves as Cerberus and The Elite meet up the ramp. The tense air remains but there's no incident as we head to a break.

Copeland: Looks like the champion has decided to keep cool and wait out until he actually has to fight. And I don't blame him with both The Elite and Cerberus in the ring.

Cohen: He's been living with chickens for so long he's acting like them now. Are you kidding me?

 

[Dave]

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is scheduled for one fall.

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Harrys: Introducing first, weighing in at 192 pounds, Stephenville, Texas... He is The Warblade, Theron Daggershield!

Theron makes his way out a rapturous applause and cheering from the crowd. He has his signature sword draped over his shoulder as he begins to make his way down the ramp.

Copeland: Theron found himself on the wrong end of a beating from The Beard last week after successfully beating him only moments before.

Cohen: Beating him? The referee interfered in the match, allowing Theron to steal the match right out from under The Beard. How is that at all fair?!

Copeland: It was either that or Theron Daggershield would have decimated with a weapon. Regardless, Theron is looking to continue that roll here tonight against Chris KO.

Theron finally makes the ring, slashing his sword as he goes. He goes up the steps before rolling his dice in the centre of the canvas. Giving a warm smile as he looks at the result, he waits for his opponent.

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Introducing now, his opponent. From Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing 232 pounds, Chris K.O.!

With his trusted volleyball Steve in hand, Chris makes his way on stage. The fans cheer as Chris holds Steve high above his head. He makes his way to the ring, nodding to fans with their own replica volleyballs. He rolls into the ring and hands off the ball before playing to the crowd.

Copeland: Chris has really been up and down in recent weeks. He got the better of Steven Holmes at Kingdom Come but came up short against Alhazred last week.

The two men stand in the middle of the ring, waiting for the bell. The referee duly does the honours and we are underway at Meltdown 112. Theron and Chris begin to circle the ring, looking at each other; sizing the other man up. Finally, the two men come together and the match is a go. Theron tries with all his might to get the better of Chris KO but KO is wily and nails him with a knee to the gut that gives him the early advantage. With Theron doubled over in pain, KO punishes him with some forearm smashes to the back before backing him into the corner of the ring. KO looks to press home his advantage early, blistering the chest of his opponent with some nicely executed knife-edge chops. The crowd “Ooh's” as every stinging slap makes contact with the chest of the Warblade. KO continues to chop away at Theron before allowing his opponent to stumble out of the corner; clutching at his raw chest. Theron meanders into the middle of the ring but is quickly taken down with a measured bulldog from the survivor. With Theron rolling over onto his back, KO quickly covers his opponent for the first pinfall of the match. 1... 2. Kick out with ease from Theron! Chris KO is going to have to do a lot more than that to put his opponent away.

Copeland: A good start from Chris KO. He's obviously looking to prove a point here tonight.

Cohen: His point being?

Copeland: That his loss last week against Alhazred was nothing more than one man outlasting another. The last thing that KO needs is back to back losses. You can the intensity in his actions here tonight.

KO gets to his feet, looking to get the better of Theron again but Theron has other ideas. KO allows Theron to get to his feet before looking to drive him back with some punches. But Theron manages to block his opponent's attack, retaliating with some stiff shots of his own as the momentum of the match begins to see-saw back in his favour. Continuing his assault, Theron drives KO back into the corner before driving his knee into his opponent's gut. KO wilts under the flurry of attack from Theron and finds himself slouching into the corner before finally finding himself seated in the corner. Theron runs across the ring as his opponent tries to recover. The crowd react as Theron gives KO his signature “X” taunt before running across the ring; nailing his opponent with a running drop-kick that stuns everyone. Theron gets to his knees and pulls KO out of the corner, or at least just enough that he can cover his opponent. In the midst of this fast-paced match, the referee counts the second fall of the match, this time it is Theron who is looking to put KO away. 1... 2... Kick out! With no time to spare, Chris KO manages to get this shoulder off the canvas and this match is still going.

Copeland: I think, what we are seeing from Theron is a more barbaric side of his character here tonight. He knows that he may still be a little naïve and that's probably why The Beard felt as though he could get away with his actions last week.

Cohen: When you're the Beard, you can put a beating on anyone at any time. How those guys choose to deal with that beating is on them. At the end of the day, if you're walking around here trying to keep your head down, then someone is going to try and take you down. This business is dog eat dog and the Beard is the biggest dog in the yard.

Theron cannot believe that KO has kicked, he thought for sure that he had did enough to put him away. But the match rumbles on as Theron gets back to his feet. Grabbing the head of his opponent, Theron pulls KO back to his vertical base. Backing KO into the corner once again, he Irish Whips him across the ring. With no hesitation, Theron follows him. KO crashes into the corner; his back taking most of the initial damage. But that damages is magnified when Theron nearly knocks his opponent's teeth out with a beautiful elbow smash. This time, it is the turn of KO to recoil out of the corner, trying his best to escape the onslaught of his motivated opponent. Theron allows him this second of reprieve before nailing him with an Atomic Drop. KO yells with pain as he sustains major damage from the move. But Theron is not done with him by a long way. Theron backs himself up into the near corner and waits for KO to turn around. When he does, Theron runs at him and nails him with a nicely-executed clothesline that floors KO in the middle of the ring. Theron gets to his feet quickly and signals to the crowd that this match is almost over. He is met with a warm reaction from the assembled crowd as he exits the ring onto the apron and mounts the turn-buckle.

Copeland: Chris KO has not been in this fight since the early stages and now it looks as though Theron Daggershield is looking to put this match away. KO is going to have to regroup and find a way back into this match before it's too late.

Cohen: Theron has looked impressive, Seabass, this much is true. But no match is over until the fat lady sings and I certainly don't hear signing yet. Chris KO has showed us time and time again that he has bags full of resilience.

With too much distance seemingly between Theron and his target, he needs to re-evaluate his attack. The crowd are calling for the LIMIT BREAK but it looks, instead, like Theron is looking to land he DRAGOON JUMP to his fallen opponent. Theron locks onto his opponent as he steadies himself on top of the ropes. He gives the crowd his signature taunt once again before launching himself from the rope. The crowd holds it's collective breath as Theron rises and then lands a devastating diving elbow drop from the top. The DRAGOON JUMP! The relieved crowd call for a cover from the Warblade but he looks as though he is setting up for the CRITICAL HIT. Theron slowly gets back to his feet, he is pumped up for sure! He stalks Chris KO as the fans build up to the finish of this match. KO is almost out on his feet and progress is slow. But Theron is more than happy to wait for him to meet his fate. Slowly, KO gets to a knee; his back turned to Theron.

Copeland: I think I can hear those fat ladies singing, Jack.

Cohen: I think I ca- Wait a minute!

Copeland: What the Hell!?

Just as Theron is about to nail Chris KO with the Critical Hit, The Bear enters the ring and runs straight through Theron Daggershield, knocking him to the canvas and beginning a savage beat-down on the Warblade as the referee calls for the bell.

Harrys: The winner of this match, via disqualification, Theron Daggershield.

Copeland: Theron has won this match regardless but there is a bigger story here. The Beard has once again meddled in the affairs of Theron Daggershield. And once again, The Beard is looking to put a beating on the Warblade.

Cohen: It's dog eat dog, Seabass. I told you that!

The Beard looks to continue to his assault on Theron but Theron is in no mood to take his beating this week. Theron struggles against the assault but finally gets back to a vertical base; firing back at The Beard with some stiff shots of his own. The Beard backs away as Theron drives him back. Beard looks to regains the momentum with a meat-hook clothesline but Theron ducks out of the way and goes on to nail The Beard with an elbow smash that sends the Beard tumbling out of the ring. Theron stands tall as The Beard hurries back to his feet on the outside of the ring. The Beard looks absolutely livid but is quickly cornered by more officials and security guards. Theron looks down at The Beard as The Beard meets his gaze.

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Mr Banks: Stop this right now!

Cohen: Uh-oh!

Theron and The Beard turn their attentions to the WZCW owner who appears on the stage.

Mr Banks: For too long now, this show has devolved into anarchy. The beatings, the agendas, the confusion; it all stops tonight. Beard, you have meddled in business outside of your own range for long now and it's about time that you were brought to task for it. You might not like it but this is WZCW. And the way we settle things is wrestling in a WZCW ring. So, at Redemption, you will face off against Theron Daggershield in a singles match.

The crowd burst into excitement as the beef between Theron and The Beard looks to be settled. The Beard's features light up as the match is announced; a chance to get retribution for his devastating loss last time out. But the same emotion is on the face of Theron Daggershield, who is certainly not afraid of facing off against the paranoid wreck in front of him.

Mr. Banks: But you both seem keen to tear each other apart and that is not limited to inside a ring, I appreciate that. So, at Redemption, The Beard will go one-on-one with Theron Daggershield in a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!

The crowd burst yell with excitement once again as Mr Banks heads off of the stage and the Beard and Theron mouth off at each other.

 

[Dave]

Harrys: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match!

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Daddy Mack comes out onto the stage, the EurAsian Championship proudly strapped around his waist. After a moment of stalling on the stage and taking in the immense reception from the fans, Daddy Mack begins to move down the ramp, giving out high-fives to the fans who line the ramp.

Copeland: After a loss to Constantine last week, after intervention from Eve Taylor of course, Daddy Mack will want to prove to everyone that Kingdom Come wasn't his last big win in WZCW.

Cohen: He's past it, Seabass. Whether Eve got involved or not, Constantine would have come out on top. And Cerberus will dot he same here tonight, mark my words.

Daddy Mack reaches the ring and gives away his EurAsian Championship to a member of the ring crew for safe-keeping. He looks up the ramp as his music cuts out and Bruce Irwin's begins.

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After a moment, the gigantic Aussie appears on the stage. He gives the fans a wide smile as he begins to move down the ramp towards the ring. He peels off his shirt and gives it to one of the children at ringside before finally entering the ring.

Copeland: These two men have become fast friends since their debut in WZCW and form a really impressive team, too. Cerberus are going to have their hands full tonight, there is no doubt about it.

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The former Tag Team Champions move out onto the stage as their music blares. Both men look very serious and are not full of their trade-mark hi-jinks. They know what kind of test they are facing here and they look more than prepared for that eventuality.

Copeland: Cerberus have found themselves embroiled in high level matches recently, of course battling out a no-contest against the World Champion and Mikey Stormrage last week on Ascension.

Cohen: They were impressive in that match, Seabass. And I'm positive they will be equally as impressive here tonight. Losing those Championships was the best thing that could have happened to this pair. It has given them the shot in the arm that they needed to be the epitome of what a Tag Team should be in WZCW.

Both men finally reach the ring and join Irwin and Mack inside. After a couple of seconds of fierce squaring off, it is eventually Daddy Mack; the EurAsian Champion, and Flex Mussel who are going to start the match off. The tension and anticipation in the arena rises as both men begin to circle the ring, staring at each other intently. After a moment, Mussel and Mack come together and tie up. However, it is the more aggressive Mussel who gains the early advantage, nailing Mack with a stiff knee to the gut. He quickly follows this up with a elbow to the jaw of the EurAsian Champion, sending him reeling backwards. Mack raises a hand to his mouth as he recoils away from his opponent. He looks down at his hand as spot of blood coats his fingers. Mussel lets out a cocky laugh as he raises his arms out to his side, clearly enjoying the moment and the reaction from the fans at ringside. Mack and Mussel begin to circle the ring again. They tie up once again but Mack drops to his canvas and takes Mussel down by the legs. The crowd seem more content with this as Mack locks in an arm-bar on the canvas. Within seconds, Mussel has found himself in trouble and at the mercy of the Mack Attack. Mussel struggles against the move and finally wriggles towards the ropes; his hand finally rescuing him in the early stages of the match. The referee calls for the break and both men spring back to their feet quickly. The crowd yell with appreciation as Daddy Mack gives Mussel a smile this time. For a third time in the early stages of the match, they circle the ring. This time, the tie-up is more conventional as both men struggle to win back the advantage. The old man comes up short this time as Mussel drives him back into Cerberus' corner before nailing him with an elbow to the side of the head. Mussel looks like he is in no mood to give any mercy, stomping a mud-hole in the EurAsian Champion. As the referee reaches a count of 4, Mussel stops and tag tags in his partner. Ramparte enters the ring and both men continue to stomp the Champion before Mussel finally leaves the ring.

Cohen: Great teamwork from the more experienced tag team here. This is the best example of how you keep yourself at the top of the Tag Division.

Copeland: If you mean “cheating” when you say “teamwork”, then I absolutely agree with you, Jack.

Ramparte continues the assault on Daddy Mack, lifting him from his seated position on the canvas and keeps him in the corner. Ramparte quickly chops away at the chest of the EurAsian Champion, blistering the exposed skin. Ramparte moves across the ring as Daddy Mack tries to recover in the corner. But any thoughts of a recovery are put on hold for the moment as Ramparte runs back across the ring, landing a calf kick to the gut of the Champion. Mack falls out of the corner and lands on the canvas once again as Cerberus begin to grind down the veteran Champ. With Mack on the canvas, Ramparte brings the crowd alive by putting his boot across the back of the neck of Mack, crushing his face into the unforgiving mat. The referee counts once again but the action is merely met with a smile from the former Tag Team Champion. Daddy Mack struggles under the boot of Ramparte before The Catalyst finally allows Mack to escape. Ramparte gives a wide smile to the crowd at ringside but is met with a flurry of abuse from the fans. Meanwhile, on the canvas, Mack tries to craw towards Bruce Irwin on the apron. Irwin begins banging on the turn-buckle in an attempt to rouse the EurAsian Champion into reaching his outstretched hand. But this has not escaped the notice of Ramparte who walks behind the Champion before dropping an elbow to the neck of his opponent. The crowd gasp with shock as Ramparte rolls over the tag Champion and covers him for the first fall of the match. 1... 2... Kick out from Daddy Mack; to the relief of everyone at ringside.

Copeland: To the credit of the former Tag Champions, they have did a wonderful job of cutting that ting in half and keeping Daddy Mack away from any thought of a tag.

Cohen: These two are former Tag Team Champions, Seabass. They have tagging down to a fine art and the way they are performing here doesn't surprise me one bit.

Ramparte gets to his feet, looking down at Mack, who is struggling to get to his feet. Ramparte grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his vertical base. Driving him back into the corner where Mussel stands in wait, Ramparte uses the rope to support himself as he lifts his boot into the throat of the EurAsian Champion. The referee, once more, utilizes the full five count before Ramparte stops his callous choke on the veteran. With that, Ramparte tags in the bigger man and withdraws from the ring. With Mack still in the corner, it is looking more and more like his light is fading. Mussel wastes little time in putting Mack's lights out with a stiff fist to the jaw. Mussel takes Mack out of the corner for a moment before lifting him into a seated position on the top rope. Mack sits in the corner, at the mercy of his opponent, who may be looking for an elevated suplex from the top rope. Mussel begins to climb in front of the veteran, who is hoisted into a standing position by the strong man of Cerberus. Finally, as both men stand on the top rope, Daddy Mack rouses, landing shot after shot to the ribs of his opponent. Mussel almost loses his balance but is quickly met with a strong head-butt from the EurAsian Champion. The crowd burst into life as Mack nails him with a beautiful right-handed punch that sends Mussel to the canvas; flat on his back for the first time. The crowd's excitement continues to build as Mack remains on the top rope, looking down at Mussel. Without too much hesitation, Mack launches himself from the top rope, landing a beautifully-executed old school leg drop to the chest of one head of Cerberus. With both men down, Mack slowly crawls towards his opponent before draping an arm over his damaged chest. The referee counts the fall. 1... 2... Kick out! With absolutely no time to spare.

Copeland: Daddy Mack rolling back the years once again as he flies from the top rope to level the playing field in this tag match. This could be the moment that the momentum finally shifts in favour of the fan-favourites.

Cohen: That's the danger of going to the top rope, anything can happen up there. Daddy Mack knows that and he took full advantage of that fact when the rookie took him up there.

Irwin begins banging on the turn-buckle again in an attempt to get the crowd involved. Mack rolls off of Mussel and begins to crawl towards his corner as Mussel does the same. The tension is palpable as both men slowly get closer to salvation. After what seems like an eternity, Mussel reaches Ramparte and The Catalyst enters the ring quickly. Just as Mack is about to reach his tag partner, Ramparte grabs his leg and begins to pull him back towards the middle of the ring. But Mack is not in any mood for giving up whatever reprieve he has fashioned for himself. He picks himself up onto one leg, steadies himself, and then swings a foot at the jaw of Ramparte. The kick connects and puts Ramparte's lights out. The crowd burst into life as Mack finally tags in the Aussie; Bruce Irwin. Irwin enters the ring at the same time as Mussel as this match finally comes alive. He takes down the onrushing Mussel with a clothesline before turning his attention to Ramparte who is back on his feet at last. He knocks Ramparte down with a clothesline too before going back to Mussel. Irwin is on a roll and nails Mussel with a big boot. He does the same to Ramparte and knocks the Catalyst out of the ring with the impact. Mussel gets back to his feet but is quickly pounced upon by Daddy Mack, who is back on his feet and back in the action. The referee has lost all control of this match.

Copeland: This match has lost all semblance of a proper competition as all four men try to win this competition.

Cohen: But Irwin is clearing house. What a beast!

Mack lays into Mussel, getting some measure of retribution before Irwin crosses the ring to help out. Irwin pulls Mussel out of the corner and backs him into the middle of the ropes. He whips Mussel across the ring but Mussel is wily enough to stop himself by grabbing onto the rope on the opposite side of the ring. Mack is in no mood to allow Mussel a reprieve and immediately runs at him. Mack nails him with a dive that takes both men over the top rope and out to the floor below. Meanwhile, Ramparte has crawled around the skirt of the apron and has retrieved something from the time-keeper. With the referee dealing with Mack and Ramparte on the other side of the ring, Ramparte leaps up onto the apron and is seen by Irwin. Irwin moves across the ring slightly but is unceremoniously nailed with the EurAsian Championship from Ramparte who quickly tosses it away. The referee has missed it. Ramparte enters the ring quickly and picks Irwin up. HERESY! He covers the Aussie as the referee turns back around. 1... 2... 3! It's over!

Copeland: I don't believe it! Cerberus has stolen this one again!

Cohen: Stolen it? They were clearly the better tag team in this match, Seabass. Like it or not, they worked better as a team and made sure that they came out on top here!

Harrys: Here are your winners, Cerberus!

Ramparte gets to his feet in the middle of the ring as Bruce Irwin lies motionless on the canvas. Flex re-enters the ring with microphones for both his tag team partner and himself.

Flex: You see that?! That is dominant tag team wrestling! That is exactly the type of domination that will lead us to decimate Hard Metal Penetration and take back our tag team titles!

Ramparte: Just like I said, no more fun, no more games, this will only end in your destruction.

Cerberus continues to earn the jeers of the crowd until suddenly the titantron begins to flicker….

??? : No more fun? No more games? I’m not sure that’s a WZCW I want to be part of.

The two heads of Cerberus look to the titantron to see none other than Alhazred and S.H.I.T. in a barely lit room backstage.

Alhazred: Back on Ascension you two made things real personal when you hurt my former tag team partner and best friend James King. So I thought I’d return the favor and make things just as personal for you two.

The mad scientist motions to his robotic tag team partner who walks off screen only to wheel in Ramparte’s butler Morley who is tied down to a wheelchair with heavy amounts of ducktape.

Ramparte: MORLEY?!!! NOOOO! DON’T TOUCH HIM! DON’T YOU DISRESPECTFUL LOW CLASS DELIQUENTS TOUCH HIM!

The Catalyst attempts to exit the ring to save his servant but for his own good is being held back by Flex.

Alhazred: Hey you two are welcome to come on back and save him….unless you’re scared.

S.H.I.T.: Sensors detect fear in the human hounds known as Cerberus.

Alhazred: Correct you are S.H.I.T.

The scientist turns his attention to the Morley who is terrified by what’s going on around him.

Alhazred: Last week your masters wanted to see if my friend was a quitter or not, I only think it’s fair if we perform that same test on you. No need to worry however we’re not complete monsters like Cerberus, we don’t intend to cripple an elderly man.

A look of relief comes across the faces of both Morley and Cerberus.

Alhazred: However, we are about to see just how many pickles you can take before you start crying just like my high school prom date!

S.H.I.T. dispenses the pickles from his robotic crevices and hands them to Alhazred who proceeds to shove pickle after pickle into the mouth of Morley who gasps for air as the green delights quickly fill his throat! Tears begin to roll down the butler’s face as he either forced to swallow all of Alhazred’s pickles or choke to death. Ramparte begins to have a mental breakdown in the ring as Flex stands completely still disturbed by what he’s witnessing. Eventually Morley can no longer take any pickles as a group of them become stuck in his throat leading to a choking sound that seemingly only motivates Alhazred in his weird fetish.

S.H.I.T.: Sensors have determined we are going too far, calculating appropriate course of action to avoid manslaughter.

The mandroid quickly backs Alhazred away before untying Morley and giving him the industrial Heimlich maneuver allowing all the green contents of Morley stomach to gush out over the floor in a disgusting green puddle. Morley gaps for more air before passing out due to pure shock.

Alhazred: It looks like Morley quit, just like you two will when you realize you will never take the tag team titles away from HARD METAL PENETRATION!

The scientist begins to pelvic thrust on the face of an unconscious Morley before the tag team champions walk away. Cerberus can’t help but stand stunned in the ring at what they’ve seen before leaving in embarrassment.

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WZCW World Heavyweight Champion Matt Tastic and El Califa Dragon can be seen talking backstage, seemingly already in the middle of a discussion.

Tastic: Look you see the way things are, I’m not paid nearly as much as any of the other “main eventers” in this company. If we want things to change we’ll have to do it ourselves.

ECD: What do you suggest?

Tastic: Well I’ve been talking to a few people and-

Before the world champion is able to finish his sentence both him and ECD are blindsided by Ty Burna and Dorian Slaughter! The Elite begin quickly pounding away on their enemies. Slaughter picks up El Califa and furiously smashes his skull against the wall repeatedly! The luchador is laid out and unconscious at Ty waits for Tastic to get up knocks him right back down with a steel chair shot! Ty motions for Slaughter to pick Tastic back up and the newest member of the Elite obliges. He props the beaten and battered champion up as much as he can and Ty follows up with a Consecrated Banishment! Matt’s skull is sent crashing back down to the floor!

Copeland: Just despicable! The Elite have blindsided Tastic and El Califa and destroyed them! How is the champion supposed to compete later on tonight?

Cohen: Tastic should have known better to have closed door conversation and dimly lit areas of the arena. You’re just asking to be attacked if you’re doing that.

The Elite snicker and smile at their dirty work before leaving their fallen enemies.

 

[Dave]

We cut backstage to where we see John Constantine walking through the arena, a smug look upon his features. That is, until Leon Kensworth approaches him from one side.

Kensworth: John! John! I was hoping to catch you tonight. A lot has been said about your refusal to compete in your match with El Swago tonight; and in so refusing to defend the Elite X Championship. Have you heard anything from WZCW Management about this startling development?

Kensworth thrusts a microphone in front of Constantine; an action which draws the ire and a horrible look from the Elite X Champion.

Constantine: I'm afraid not, Leon. As much as I would love to say that WZCW Management have chosen to apologize to me for embarrassing me at Meltdown and Ascension two weeks ago, my mailbox has gone cold suddenly. On numerous occasions tonight, I have tried to reach out to Vance Bateman but that, too, has been a fruitless endeavour.

Kensworth: So what does that mean for WZCW and the Elite X Championship match for tonight, John?

Constantine takes a sharp intake of breath and holds it for a second.

Constantine: It means that the management of this place have shown me exactly what I knew all along, that they have no idea what they are doing. First, they refuse me entry into the World Championship match at Redemption. Then, they pair me up with Mikey Stormrage to defend my Elite X Championship. And now they make me defend this Championship against someone so undeserving of my time. They really have no clue, Leon.

Constantine stops for a moment, considering his words carefully.

Constantine: But perhaps this is exactly what is required of me, Leon, Perhaps I should go out there and destroy El Swago so thoroughly that the WZCW Management have no choice but to feel guilty about it. Perhaps I should end the career of El Swago before it has even begun. Perhaps that is the exact message that I should have sent WZCW Management.

With that, Constantine walks away from Leon.

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Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Eve Taylor makes her way out, walking with confidence as she marches down the ramp towards the ring. Rather than comment on the appearance of fans, she walks with a determined look on her face. She enters the ring and holds her hand up, letting the boos cascade around her.

Harrys: Introducing first, from Milan, Italy; "The Fabulous" Eve Taylor!

Copeland: Eve Taylor looks ready to square off against the World Heavyweight Champion Matt Tastic. The question is, what condition will the World Champ be in?

Cohen: Oh I'm sure he'll use that as an excuse to losing to someone so much more beautiful than him. Eve Taylor has this in the bag.

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The music starts playing, but there's no sign of the World Champion. The music plays on for almost a minute as Eve Taylor walks to the ref asking for the countout to begin. The crowd buzzes as there is still no sign. The music stops as the crowd begins chanting for Tastic.

Cohen: Look at this Seabass, he's not even going to show his ugly face.

Copeland: It appears the attack by the Elite is simply too much for Tastic to overcome tonight.

Referee Keith Morse continues to be lambasted by Eve Taylor, finally giving in and calling for the bell. He begins the ten count as the crowd boos loudly.

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Cohen: An easy win for the third head of Cerberus here tonight!

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The crowd rises to their feet as Tastic comes walking from the back, limping his way to the entrance stage, dragging the World Title along the ground. He begins making his way down the ramp, but the count is to 6!

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Tastic drops the World Title as he tries to hurry to the ring.

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Tastic slides in at the last second! Before he can get to his feet however, Taylor is all over him, stomping away at him. Tastic can barely cover up before Eve presses her foot to his throat, pulling on the ropes for extra leverage. Morse starts the five count, warning Eve to back up. She obliges at four, holding her hands up as it's clear there's not much in the tank for Tastic already.

Copeland: Matt made it to the ring, but I'm not sure how long he can go. He's already breathing heavy.

Cohen: Should have just stayed in the back. Now he's going to get dissected.

Tastic pulls himself up using the ropes, but eats a sidekick from Taylor and gets sent to the outside. Taylor follows after him, kicking at his feet just to add insult to injury. She lifts Tastic to his feet and whips him across into the steel steps, sending the World Champ flying head over heels. Taylor takes her time walking over to him as Morse starts the ten count again. Tastic tries to crawl away but Taylor stomps down right on the small of his back. Tastic yells out in pain as she looks up at Morse, the count up to five. She hops up onto the apron, striking a pose as she throws her hair back to boos from the crowd. She slides into the ring and back out, breaking the count. She pulls Tastic back up and goes to whip him face first into the steel post, but Tastic counters! Eve crashes shoulder first with a sickening thud and Tastic falls to his knees, breathing heavily as he holds his hand to his back while reaching up for the apron. The crowd gets behind the World Champion as he pulls himself back into the ring. Meanwhile Eve is down holding her shoulder, the count to five as she tries to pull herself back up.

Copeland: Signs of life from Tastic finally! At worst he's gained some space and a chance to recover.

Cohen: Eve has to hurry to her feet and get in the ring, the count is working against her here.

She crawls towards the apron as the count gets up to seven. She pulls herself in at eight, but Tastic is still down on the mat. The crowd begins chanting his name and he looks up towards the crowd, his eyes going wide as he works himself up. He pulls up to a standing position from the ropes and connects with a spinning backfist to the rising Taylor. She's knocked back into the corner and Tastic begins unloading with corner kicks before pulling her out and hitting a snap powerslam! He goes for the cover, 1...................2..........Taylor kicks out! Tastic holds his hands to his head, knowing he was so close to the victory. He pulls Eve up and whips her across, lifting her up and connecting with the Kaioken Spinebuster! Hhe jacknifes into a pin, 1.................2.................Taylor kicks out again! Tastic is up to his feet, leaning into the corner as the crowd continues to pump him up. He rushes forward as Eve stands up, but Eve connects with the Supermodel Kick! She falls into the pin, 1......................2...............Tastic kicks out at the last second!

Copleand: Oh! And just as Tastic was gaining momentum, Eve counters with the Supermodel Kick!

Cohen: That was a perfect counter Seabass!

Both are down and Referee Morse checks on both as Eve slowly stands up to her feet. Tastic is still down and hasn't moved since the roundhouse kick, his face straight down in the mat. The crowd pleads Tastic to get up, but there's nothing there, except for his fingers gripping into the mat slightly. Morse starts the ten count on him.

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Matt starts to slowly move his head! The crowd's cheering gets louder as he begins to slow push himself up. Morse checks up on him, but Matt waves him off. Morse continues the count.

Cohen: He's done Morse! Call for the bell!

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Tastic pushes himself to his feet! But Eve quickly grabs his arm, and delivers the Fashion Statement! The crowd's cheering is deflated immediately, the arena silent as Eve goes for the cover, 1........................2....................3!

Harrys: Here is your winner, Eve Taylor!

Copeland: A gritty effort from Tastic, but it's clear the attack by Ty Burna and the Elite just took too much out of him, and Eve picked apart the bones.

Cohen: Now now Seabass, let's not diminish her victory here tonight. Eve Taylor just pinned the World Champion clean in the ring!

Eve gets to her feet and the referee raises her hand in victory, the crowd booing loudly as she strikes a pose over Tastic. She turns and exits the ring as Tastic is still face down in the ring.

Copeland: Just an unfortunate night for our world.....

Suddenly the lights go out as the crowd begins booing even louder. They come back up with Serafina standing in the ring with the World Heavyweight Title in her hands. She kneels down in front of Matt, slowly draping the title across his chest, her violet eyes peering through the darkness of the hood of her cloak.

Serafina: This is only the beginning Matt. Darker days lie ahead for you. This is your final warning.

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We transition to Leon Kensworth who is standing by with a microphone in his hand backstage.

Kensworth: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the WZCW Eurasian champion Daddy Mack.

The crowd can be heard cheering as the old veteran walks onto the screen with the title around his shoulder yet still feeling the effects of his earlier match. Eve Taylor is in the ring and watches the crowd seemingly ignore her victory, making her visibly angry. She storms out of the ring as Leon continues the interview.

Kensworth: Earlier tonight, you teamed up with Bruce Irwin to take on the number one contenders to the WZCW Tag Team champions Cerberus but ended up with the loss thanks to Ramparte using your own belt to gain the victory. How do you feel about that?

Mack adjusts his belt before answering the question.

Mack: Well you see Leon, I feel more happier than angry, yeah. Going up against competitors like Big Bruce and the Mack Attack, the seasoned tag team Cerberus required them to use foreign objects, yeah, to achieve victory - much like when Constantine, my champion equal, yeah, needed to invest in the help of another to ensure he comes out on top - so it makes me feel great. The Mack Attack is definitely back on track to hack through the competition and it seems the hounds, the former tag champs, are starting to lose their bite.

Taylor: Oh c'mon on!

Leon & Mack stop the interview as they hear Eve Taylor approaching, yelling her statement from a distance. She eventually comes into the frame and looks at Leon with a bewildered look.

Taylor: Seriously Leon? You're going to interview this loser just as I come out victorious over the World Champion? The World Champion Leon! How does this poor excuse for a champion gets priority under the spotlight over an achievement that I just accomplished? I should slap you for pulling a stunt like that... but I think I'll direct my attention at the washed-up wrestler.

Taylor shifts her focus onto Daddy Mack.

Taylor: Whatever happened during your match with Constantine was simply a business decision. I was willing to let that slide. Blatantly disrespecting me by interrupting my celebration, taking away my spotlight and verbally abusing my family of Cerberus? Those are insults I cannot ignore. You have made things personal with me and now I'm going to reciprocate by doing everything I can to take away the one thing that still makes you relevant, the Eurasian championship.

Mack stares at his championship belt before looking at Eve.

Mack: It wasn't the intentions of the Mack Attack to cause any disrespect to yourself Miss Taylor, yeah... but if you're looking to challenge the big daddeh for the title, Daddy Mack has no problem accepting.

At that moment, the Meltdown General Manager Vance Bateman makes his presence felt by the two competitors. He steps in before anything else happens.

Bateman: I couldn't help but overhear this little conversation and apparently the two of you have no qualms about competing for the Eurasian championship. Normally, I wouldn't allow such things to happen since I am the man around here who makes the decisions but since Daddy Mack has yet to have an opponent at the upcoming Pay-Per-View, I think I can make an exception and make it official. Daddy Mack will face off against Eve Taylor for the Eurasian championship at Redemption. Have a good evening, you two.

Bateman walks off, leaving the two competitors to finish their staredown. Taylor looks at Mack with a smirk, her anger subsiding momentarily as she takes once last glance at the Eurasian championship before leaving. Mack is left there by himself, watching her leave as he holds his title belt.

Cohen: Looks like we've got ourselves another title match for Redemption! Hopefully Eve will teach that old man some manners!

Copeland: I still don't understand why Eve was the angry one over this situation when it was her who made the first move. Daddy Mack was merely having an interview and she gets ticked off like that?

Cohen: Her emotions ended up getting her a title match so it wasn't all bad, right?

Copeland: Speaking of title matches, we are about to come up to the main event of Meltdown. It's the Elite X champion John Constantine going up against El Swago for the title. Stay tuned!

The lights immediately go out and we go to commercial.

 

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We come back to Ty Burna and Dorian slaughter sitting in a darkened room, Ty drinking slowly from a glass as Dorian watches the screen intently as EMT's check on Tastic in the ring after his match.

Ty: Excellent work tonight Dorian. You now see the fruit of our labor tonight.

Dorian: We should have finished him tonight.

Ty: In due time. Predators such as ourselves must give our prey just a glimmer of hope before we squeeze the life out of them.

Just then the door swings wide open and light comes flying into the room. Dorian stands up quickly as Chris KO comes stomping into the room. Ty tilts his head slightly, a wide smirk forming on his face.

Ty: Ah and behold, the prodigal son has returned.

Dorian stands in front of Chris, a stare down ensuing before Ty places a hand on Dorian's shoulder, shaking his head.

Ty: It seems as if, whenever I take a new protege that my former ones come out of the woodwork. First Alhazred and S.H.I.T., and now you Christopher. Prey tell, what do you want?

Chris: You know what I want Ty. I want to finish this once and for all.

Ty: Finish what per say? Our business concluded at Redemption a couple years ago already.

Chris: I'll never rest until I put you down for good.

Ty chuckles to himself as he stands up slowly, standing right in front of Chris as his eyes begin glowing red.

Ty: Boy have you learned nothing these past couple years? How has your life been since you have become so enthralled with this idea that defeating me would be some panacea to your problems? Has peace been found in your heart? You became so passionate about being the Savior of WZCW that you ended up becoming exactly what you hated so much.

Chris: It is on my shoulders to put you away for good.

Ty: No Christopher! I have no more qualms with you. What has happened is happened, I have moved onto other things, grooming a new protege for greatness. A protege that has bought in all the way in the teachings of Chaos. But I will not define him. He will define his own legacy here. For three years you have defined your life on my existence. And though I enjoyed your suffering and fading hopes of ever reconciling whatever the hell goes on in your head, I think it's time I put you out of your misery.

Chris: That's all I've wanted since you've returned. One opportunity to face you one on one for the last time. You're right, I've obsessed with the idea of you still being alive, even after you laid in a casket, erupted in flames. This is something I have to do.

Ty smirks and begins laughing maniacally as he walks over and sits back down in his chair, taking a sip from his flask, looking at the ground for several moments.

Ty: Then let us not waste time Christopher. Next week, you will have your match. And whatever comes of it, it is over between you and I. Understood?

Chris: Understood.

Ty: Good. Now if you'll excuse me.

Chris stares down Ty, but Dorian walks into his line of sight. Chris turns slowly and begins walking to the door. Ty clears his throat however.

Ty: Oh and one more thing Christopher.

Chris turns, his eyes narrowing as Ty lifts his head up, the smile gone and only rage forming on the face of the Harbinger.

Ty: You put me in a casket. Next week I put you in the hole you deserve to lie in. Our match won't be a simple match. It's going to be Buried Alive!

The two stare each other down for several more minutes, before Ty begins laughing maniacally as Chris turns and begins walking away, as we cut tothe ring.

Copeland:Oh my God! Buried Alive?! Cohen, next round..... Chris KO vs Ty Burna in a Buried Alive match. I don't believe it.

Cohen: Wow. The last one to take place was 5 years ago at Lethal Lottery 2 with Everest taking on Vengeance for the World title. That was brutal, I assume this one will be even more brutal. I can't wait.


Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WZCW Elite X Championship!

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Introducing first, being accompanied by Becky Serra, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 225lbs, El Swago!

The fans boo and Swago makes his way on stage, with Becky Serra right behind. He and Becky make their way to the ring, the swag in El Swago's walk in undeniable, before they share a kiss as Swago slides into the ring. Once inside, he climbs to the nearest turnbuckle and removes his top, showing off his glorious abs.

Copeland: Well ladies and gentlemen, it appears that we are going to be joined tonight by Ascension General Manager, Becky Serra. Becky, what can you tell us about this obvious charade that is El Swago?

Serra: I have no idea what you are talking about Sebastian. El Swago is a top star in Mexico and I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't scout the best talent in the world to bring to the WZCW fans.

Cohen: Welcome Becky. I for one look forward to watching the Mexican Machismo Machine in action tonight. And stop harassing her Seabass.

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Harrys: And his opponent, from Washington, D.C. weighing in at 265lbs, ladies and gentlemen he is the reigning WZCW Elite X Champion, Constantine!

The fans boo heavily, but Constantine doesn't show up. The boos grow heavier until finally a very reluctant looking champion makes his way onto the stage. He pays no attention to the fans, he simply makes his way to the ring and begins to talk with referee Jurou Akiyama.

Cohen: I understand why the champ is upset, he has to defend his title against a relative unknown in this El Swago.

Copeland: Jack just two minutes ago you were singing the praises of Ric- I mean El Swago.

Serra: Mr. Constantine is clearly just jealous of my man, and who can blame him?

Copeland: I thought you were dating Ricky Runn?

Serra: I can have you fired.

An extremely angered Constantine hands his title belt over to the referee, who hands it to the timekeeper. Before the bell can ring, Constantine begins to hammer away with huge forearms and clubbing blows. Swago covers up, but the blows keep reigning down, forcing Swago into a corner. The champ then hammers away with huge shoulder thrusts to the mid section, potentially damaging the breath taking abs of El Swago. The ref steps in to force the rope break, but the champ takes full advantage of the five count, just breaking in time. The challenger stumbles out of the corner and right into a backbreaker. The champ keeps the hold locked in and drops a second, and then a third backbreaker. He wraps it up with a fallaway slam, sending Swago overhead and flying across the ring. Constantine makes his way over and hooks a leg.
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Serra: Come on baby!

Copeland: The champ, who made it known that he had no interest in competing tonight, is taking it to El Swago in the early going.

Constantine grabs Swago by his mask and drags him to his feet. Swago tries to fight back with weak punches, but Constantine uses his head as a weapon and delivers skull rattling headbutts, dropping Swago again.

Cohen: He said he had no interest in competing tonight, and he is showing it my dismantling his opponent.

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Thr-NO! Swago gets a shoulder up! The crowd is in shock as El Swago kicks out of The Axis of Evil and Constantine is livid!

Serra: That's it baby! Keep fighting!

Copeland: Way to be impartial Ms. Serra.

Cohen: Leave her alone Seabass. Call the match. El Swago just kicked out of Constantine's finishing move, and wait, why is he coming over here?

A frustrated Constantine has exited the ring and made his way to the time keeper's area and grabs his Elite X title and begins to walk up the ramp as the crowd boos heavily.

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The champ stops dead in his tracks as Mikey Stormrage cuts him off at the top of the ramp, with a steel chair in hand. The rotund Stormrage slams the chair on the ground, urging Constantine to make his way toward him. The champ slowly backs up, with Stormrage advancing on him. The former tag and EurAsian champion forces Constantine back into the ring, where El Swago rolls him and grabs a hand full of tights! The ref doesn't see the illegal pin as he slides into position!
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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW WZCW Elite X Champion, El Swago!

Serra: Yes! He did it!

Copeland: Ladies and gentlemen, with a little assist from Mikey Stormrage, we have a new Elite X Champion, El Swago.

Cohen: Mark my words Seabass, this won't set well with Constantine as Mikey Stormrage just added some fuel to the fire of their feud, but none the less, congratulations to our newest champion, El Swago.

Constantine stares daggers into Stormrage as Stormrage slowly claps for the newly crowned champion. Swago and Serra embrace and share a passionate kiss as the copyright information flashes on screen and we go to black.

 

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Credits:

Opening - KJ
Swago vs Constantine - Yaz
Tastic vs Taylor - Ty
Irwin/Mack vs Cerberus - Dave
KO vs Theron - Dave
Segments - Dynamite, FalKon