Meltdown 116

[Richard Blonoff]

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The pyrotechnics go off before the camera pans around through the arena, highlighting the fans going crazy and some very interesting signs brought by them. We transition to Sebastian Copeland & Jack Cohen at the commentator's table who are ready to kick off the show.

Copeland: Welcome everyone to another episode of Meltdown here at the Norfolk Scope in Norfolk, Virginia. I'm Sebastian Copeland and I'm here alongside my broadcast partner, Jack Cohen. Are you ready for tonight?

Cohen: When am I not ready, Seabass? We've got ourselves a variety of matches tonight including the official debut of Oleg Rasputin & Victor Makarov as Team Russia taking on the Gold Rush finalists Veejay & Dorian Slaughter in tag team action. Can't wait for that one.

Copeland: We've got rookies going up against each other in singles action, one half of the huge Cerberus/Hard Metal Penetration saga as Ramparte takes on S.H.I.-

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Sebastian is cut short as Mikey Stormrage walks out onto the entrance ramp to a series of cheers by the crowd. Mikey stands on the ramp looking out to the audience with half a smile. He heads down to the ring, looking very focused and serious.

Copeland: Looks like we'll be kicking off this show earlier than scheduled.

Cohen: And he stopped you from talking! What's not to like about this? It's probably the first time I've ever said that about Mikey, despite how much of a loser he is. Good job.

Copeland: That's exactly the attitude Mikey's been aiming to remove from most people's minds in recent weeks. With his impressive match last round and keeping up with the World title contenders, he may start to turn some heads.

Cohen: One match and one rant ain't going to change my mind. He needs to do something big and fast.

Mikey Stormrage enters the ring and grabs a microphone from Truman Harrys. He stands in the middle of the ring, trying to find the words to put together as the crowd cheers for Mikey (with a couple of boo's here and there). Eventually, Stormrage puts the microphone to his mouth.

Stormrage: Last Ascension, the owner of this company Mr Banks officially announced the World title match to be a Triple Threat between Ty Burna...

The crowd boos.

Stormrage: ... and Matt Tastic...

Loud cheers.

Stormrage: ... the new World Champion Constantine...

The loudest reaction out of the three as boos.

Stormrage: ... inside the Hell in a Cell for the Gold Rush Pay-Per-View. This match is being hailed as the finale of the Live Mas vs. The Elite rivalry that has been going for almost a year over a Championship that all three of these men have held throughout that time. I cannot fault Mr. Banks for making this match...

Mikey takes a moment, tapping on the microphone as he gets a more frustrated, angrier look on his face.

Stormrage: ... but I'll be damned if I'm left out of this match! Don't get me wrong: this isn't sour grapes about my recent performances concerning earning a World Championship opportunity in the Gold Rush tournament and my match against Ty Burna at Kingdom Come. This is about ending this long-standing rivalry between the four of us once and for all! Leaving me out of this match is a-

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Mikey lowers his microphone, looking towards the entrance way as the new WZCW World Heavyweight Championship Constantine walks out. The crowd boos heavily as Constantine smiles and shows off his belt.

Cohen: Finally, someone comes out here to shut this fatty up. I can't take any more of his whining!

Constantine raises the microphone.

Constantine: Wow. When I thought you couldn't stoop any lower, you pull this spiel about wanting to be in the fight rather than fight for my World championship? How pathetic! You disgust me and you should be ashamed of yourself. You are lucky that you and I can be muttered in the same breath.

The crowd boos as Mikey shakes his head.

Constantine: Face it, fatty! You lost your opportunity in the Lethal Lottery, you lost your opportunity at Kingdom Come and you lost in the first round of the Gold Rush tournament. Three consecutive opportunities were given to you on a silver platter and you failed! You have no grounds to demand anything! I, on the other hand, defeated 7 competitors to complete the Elite X gauntlet to EARN one chance at this championship and put everything on the line to successfully call it mine!

Constantine holds the title in the air.

Constantine: I'm the one who defied the odds. I'm the success story here-

Stormrage: Shut your damn mouth, John!

The crowd cheers as Constantine has a shocked, yet enraged face.

Stormrage: We get it, John. We understood the first 78 times you've recounted this story and it gets even more boring and unbearable every time... and you don't have to remind me of my failures. I know what happened, that's on me... but I know I can beat you. I know I can beat every person in that match because no matter how many times you knock me down, I will always stand back up and be ready for more! Whether or not I have the opportunity for the World Championship isn't the big issue: I want to prove to the world that Mikey Stormrage is just as dangerous a threat as any of the greatest wrestlers in our sport and to end everything we've put each other through over the last year! Even you would agree to that.

More cheers and applause are headed Mikey's way as Constantine laughs. It takes a moment for him to let it all out before continuing.

Constantine: If you haven't noticed, tonight is the final match between The Elite and whatever stupid fast food slogan you wish to name yourselves. You've got your opportunity to fight us and hang with us in the ring but the World title match at Gold Rush has nothing to do with you, no matter how hard you try to spew this sympathetic propaganda. Accept it Mikey, tonight is it. Savour it whilst you can.

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Constantine turns around to see the General Manager of Meltdown Vance Bateman walk out beside him with a microphone in his hand as well. He greets Constantine before raising his microphone.

Bateman: You know, Mikey: Constantine has a point. You've done nothing to deserve an opportunity at the World Championship so the match will remain as a Triple Threat match.

The crowd boos as Constantine applauds the statement whilst Mikey hangs his head slightly in shame but mostly in frustration.

Bateman: However, Mr. Banks has given you tonight to prove yourself worthy and maybe, just maybe... you might sneak yourself a chance at the World Heavyweight Championship. I cannot reverse this decision but I can specify how it can happen. Tonight, Constantine and yourself will be on opposing teams. If Constantine allows, should you somehow manage to pin the World champ or make him submit in this tag team match, you will be added to the Hell in a Cell match at Gold Rush.

Mikey lifts his head with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Vance looks over to Constantine who is pondering about what the GM has just said.

Bateman: Constantine?

John takes a couple more seconds before answering.

Constantine: You know what? Let's throw the dog a bone, shall we? I'll accept these terms... but Mikey has to pin me or make me submit to win the match. Not Matt Tastic winning. Not defeating Ty Burna. Me!

Bateman nods his head.

Bateman: Definitely. Well Mikey, I hope you're happy. You've got one last chance... but this is your final one, so make it count.

Stormrage: Trust me, I will.

Bateman leaves through the entrance as Constantine smirks at Mikey Stormrage, holding up his championship up high and reminding Mikey that he cannot beat him. Stormrage stares directly at the champ, not letting his sights off him.

Copeland: This is huge news, Jack! We may potentially have a fourth competitor in the World title match at Gold Rush!

Cohen: I cannot believe Mikey weaselled his way into getting an opportunity but luckily, it's not easy by any stretch of the imagination. If he wants to win, not only does he have to win the match for his team, he has to make Constantine submit or keep his shoulders down for the three count. It must be a clean, cut finish by Mikey. Any other result spells disaster for Mikey.

Copeland: It's going to be an uphill battle for Mikey Stormrage. With the match being a tag team match, he'll not only need to be in the ring as the legal man but hope that Constantine is tagged into the match at the same time as well. An almost impossible task for Mikey ahead in tonight's main event.

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Charlie walks out onto the stage, extending both his hands out horizontally as he soaks in the cheers from the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp.

Harrys: Introducing first, from The streets of New Delhi, weighing in at 220 pounds, "The Chosen One" Charlie!

Copeland: Charlie made his debut on the previous Ascension and fell short in the Triple Threat match to the Eternal Question. He has another chance tonight to find his first win in WZCW against another fellow rookie in Prince.

Cohen: Hopefully, with this being a singles match, we'll get to see more of Charlie and how capable he is as a competitor.

Charlie enters the ring and does the same pose on the turnbuckles, before jumping down and doing it one last time in the middle of the ring. He turns and waits for his opponent.

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Prince comes out with his mask in hand, nodding to himself and taking deep breaths. He gets the confidence to don the mask, turning into a completely different person. He begins walking down the ramp, interacting with the fans on the way down.

Harrys: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 250 pounds, "The Masked Warrior" Prince!

Cohen: Here's another rookie who hasn't exactly been successful in WZCW as of yet, although he as rubbed alongside the top echelon in his first couple of matches.

Copeland: Indeed. Facing the likes of Ty Burna is a tough call for any individual but this rookie didn't back down. Maybe his experience amongst these competitors will give him the edge in this match, no?

Cohen: He may have experience but he has more losses than Charlie. Should be an interesting exhibition.

Prince climbs the turnbuckles and lets out a howl to the audience, who howl back at him. He jumps down and faces his opponent. Both Charlie & Prince are greeted by referee Katie Shepard who quickly makes sure both competitors are ready to fight. When she deems them fit, she signals for the bell.

* DING DING DING *​

Prince and Charlie quickly clap hands together as a sign of respect before circling the ring, going for a lock-up to start. Prince gets in a headlock on Charlie, wrenching it to get the early advantage. Charlie pushes Prince towards the ropes, whipping him across the ring. Prince comes back with a big shoulder block, dropping Charlie. Prince runs the ropes, Charlie jumps to the canvas, Prince runs over, Charlie pops up, Charlie jumps over Prince, Prince rebounds and Charlie hits a hip toss. Prince clutches his back as he gets up, walking into a side slam by Charlie. He covers...

... 1
... kick-out by Prince.

Prince sits up, looking to get up but Charlie hits a big kick to the back, stunning Prince. Charlie runs the ropes as Prince gets up, getting hit with a shoulder block of his own. Charlie covers...

... 1
... 2
... another kick-out by Prince.

Copeland: It has been all Charlie for the start of this contest.

Cohen: He's getting in the face of Prince. I like it.

Prince goes to the corner, looking for refuge but Charlie is there to deliver mounted punches to Charlie. Katie goes over to admonish him, which Charlie obliges straight away. Charlie grabs the arm of Prince, pulling him out and hitting a short arm clothesline. He covers...

... 1
... 2
... third kick-out by Prince.

Charlie gets up, slapping his leg and getting himself in position. As Prince slowly recovers, Charlie goes in for a superkick... but Prince catches the boot of Charlie, hitting a dragon screw! Charlie clutches his leg on the canvas as Prince tries to recover.

Cohen: Good reversal, buying some time for Prince.

Copeland: He's taken a lot of punishment without doing the same to Charlie. He'll need all the time he can get to make a comeback here.

Charlie is up first, holding his back as he goes over to Prince, kicking him in the stomach and looking for a vertical suplex. Prince escapes, going behind Charlie and staggering back. Charlie turns around and Prince hits a spinning uppercut, smacking Charlie across the face. Prince follows up with a T-Bone suplex, planting Charlie into the canvas. Prince is also out of stamina, falling to the mat. Katie Shepard checks both competitors before beginning the count.

Cohen: This is exactly the opportunity Prince needs. He's got Charlie stunned for the moment. He needs to capitalise on this right now!

Copeland: Charlie & Prince are recovering at the same pace so I think it's safe to say it's a fair playing field rather than an advantage, Jack.

Shepard gets to a count of 6 before Charlie & Prince get to their feet. Charlie goes for a shot but Prince blocks, hitting him a palm strike. Charlie tries again but again, Prince blocks for a palm strike. Prince hits a series of palm strikes before finishing off with a rolling savate kick, knocking down Charlie. Prince runs the ropes as Charlie gets up, trying for a wild swing. Prince ducks and continues running. Charlie tries a big clothesline but Prince grabs his arm, goes under it and hits a reverse DDT. Prince follows up with a springboard elbow drop, pinning Charlie...

... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Charlie.

Charlie instincts kick in and rolls to the apron, looking to recover. Prince sees this and rolls to the apron too. He hits a palm strike on Charlie, hitting an apron DDT on Charlie. He pushes Charlie into the ring and looks down at him, realising the opportunity he has. Prince looks out to the fans and points to the turnbuckles. They cheer as he ascends to the top, looking to go for a diving leg drop!

Cohen: He's taking his time! If he doesn't hurry up, Charlie will capitalise!

Prince goes for the jump but Charlie rolls out of the way, allowing Prince to hit the ground with a forward roll. Prince gets up and Charlie tries for the big boot but Prince ducks, rebounding off the ropes with the Pounce attack! Charlie is sent across the ring, groggy. Prince signals for the end of the match, grabbing Charlie and HITTING THE ROYAL FLUSH! He covers...

... 1
... 2
... 3!

Katie Shepard for the bell as Prince falls off his opponent, shaking his fist in the air happy about his victory.

Harrys: Here is your winner... Prince!

Copeland: It was a 50-50 contest here with Charlie gaining the upper hand early but Prince mustered the strength to make a successful comeback, hitting the Royal Flush for the finish. Good showing between these two rookies.

Cohen: There wasn't anything up for grabs but they're beginning to show the WZCW Universe what they bring to the table. I, for one, can't wait to see what these future prospects become considering how well men like Veejay & Dorian Slaughter have come along in recent weeks.

Copeland: Indeed. Right now though, Prince has got to be happy with his first win.

Prince gets to his feet and celebrates in the ring, going to the turnbuckles and howling to the crowd as they howl back. He jumps down and sees Katie Shepard helping Charlie to get up, who is currently on one knee. Prince goes over to Charlie and extends a handshake. Charlie accepts and they quickly shake hands.

Copeland: Nice to see some sportsmanship every one in a while.

Prince exits the ring, celebrating with the fans along the way as referee Katie Shepard continues looking after Charlie, who doesn't appear to be looking well. She throws up the "X" sign as a medical trainer runs down to the ring to investigate.

Cohen: Looks like Charlie's having some problems.

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S.H.I.T. is walking backstage through the corridors, making sure to look at every nook and cranny as he searches for his tag team partner. S.H.I.T. smacks over a pile of boxes onto the floor, blocking the path but the robot continues to look.

Suddenly, Alhazred comes running from out of nowhere, tripping on the boxes and falling down. S.H.I.T., delighted to see his partner, offers a hand to pick him up.

S.H.I.T.: Ah! Target found! This one has been conducting a thorough search to locate you for the last several hours.

However, Alhazred has no interest in getting up from his newfound box fortress. S.H.I.T. notices the shaggy beard, hair and clothes before looking at Alhazred's shocked look.

Alhazred: S.H.I.T.! I saw my future self!

S.H.I.T.: Does not compute.

Alhazred: I know it sounds crazy but my future self came back in time to warn me of some grave dangers of the future!

S.H.I.T.: Error. There is only one Alhazred.

Alhazred: Then where is my power glove?

S.H.I.T. analyses Alhazred, soon realising Alhazred isn't lying.

S.H.I.T.: Should we investigate further?

Alhazred: No time. My match is next. Lift me up.

S.H.I.T. helps Alhazred to his feet, catching a wiff of the shagginess.

S.H.I.T.: Alhazred could use a shower.

Alhazred: I said no time!

Alhazred bolts off, looking to hurry for his match. S.H.I.T. follows behind, walking normally.

Copeland: Alhazred takes on Bruce Irwin & new-comer The Eternal Question in Triple Threat action, next!

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Harrys: The following contest is a Triple Threat match, scheduled for one fall!

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Bruce comes out through the curtain and soaks in the crowd who cheer him on. He begins walking down the ramp, taking his shirt off and giving it to a lucky person in the crowd.

Harrys: Introducing first from Erinsborough, Australia, weighing 275 pounds... Bruce Irwin!

He high-fives a couple more people before sliding into the ring.

Cohen: I cannot understand how this Aussie is always happy. He hasn't had a win in weeks!

Copeland: The moment you start to feel sorry for yourself and let those facts get to you is the moment you'll fall into a downward spiral, Jack. Bruce is staying and thinking positive for himself and the fans.

Cohen: Let's hope for his sake the positive attitude is what gets him a much needed victory here.

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Question crawls out of the entryway. He looks out to the audience, as rose petals fall from the ceiling. He looks at Irwin, with a sensual gaze.

Harrys: Next, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing 195 pounds... The Eternal Question!

Copeland: One of WZCW's newest and... most quirkiest rookies Question is here tonight for another Triple Threat contest.

Cohen: Quirky is the right word for it, Seabass. The petals, the stare... that'd creep me out and I've seen a lot of weirdo's in my day.

Copeland: Now you know how the ladies feel!

Cohen: You're funny.

He crawls into the ring under the bottom rope, keeping his eyes firmly locked on his Bruce.

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Alhazred runs out through the entrance ramp, stopping at the top as he puts his hands on his knees. The crowd cheers for him but becomes slightly confused as Alhazred is panting heavily. He weakly waves to the crowd as he catches his breath.

Harrys: Finally, from His Hidden Underground Laboratory, weighing 178 pounds... Alhazred!

Cohen: I can't believe he made it in-time for his match! However, I believe in this state, he might be a health hazard.

Copeland: It was either forfeit the match to have a shower or forfeit the shower to have a match. Considering this is Alhazred we're talking about, when would he ever pick the shower?

Cohen: A better question: has he ever had a shower?

Alhazred jogs down to the ring, leaning on the apron. Referee Katie Shepard exits the ring to check on Alhazred but he waves her off before checking her out. Shepard tells him to get in the ring. He eventually does and Shepard looks to start the match.

* DING DING DING *​

Irwin gets in his fighting stance, ready to go but Alhazred holds his index finger up, indicating he needs a second or two. Irwin relaxes a little bit as Question stares sensually at Alhazred, watching him breath. Alhazred double-takes at Question, looking around to see if referee Shepard or any good-looking female is behind him. When he sees there is none, he asks Question if he's interested in him. Question walks up to Alhazred and leans in, staring. Alhazred feels quite uncomfortable.

Cohen: Someone has managed to freak out Alhazred. This Question guy has got great psychological game!

Alhazred tries pushing Question away but he doesn't back down. Irwin shrugs his shoulders and goes over to the two, grabbing their heads and making them headbutt each other! Alhazred & Question are stunned, allowing Irwin to deliver a series of punches to each competitor before going for a running attack. Alhazred & Question deliver a double elbow, knocking back the on-coming attack. Irwin falls back, slingshots off the ropes and hits a double lariat, taking both down competitors! The crowd cheers as Irwin poses quickly for the fans and Alhazred rolls out of the ring. Question tries getting to his feet to attack but Irwin is there, lift up Irwin for a Military Press. He goes over to the ropes and throws Question onto Alhazred.

Copeland: The strength of the big guy being showcased in this match, taking it to both Alhazred & Question early on!

Cohen: That's the type of fighting spirit Irwin needs to get some momentum.

Irwin exits the ring and grabs Alhazred, throwing him into the ring. Irwin follows and covers him...

... 1
... kick-out by Alhazred.

Alhazred goes up to his feet but Irwin is waiting, delivering a spin kick to the stomach of Alhazred. He picks up Alhazred and delivers a scoop slam, going for another pin...

... 1
... 2
... another kick-out.

Irwin looks out to the crowd and signals for a giant swing. They begin cheering as he picks up Alhazred's legs, who is struggling to fight out of it. Irwin looks to lift but Question comes out of nowhere, hitting a springboard dropkick onto Irwin, dropping Alhazred. Question gets up and sees Alhazred charging, going to the ropes and back body dropping Alhazred over the top, hurting himself.

Copeland: Alhazred cannot get going in this Triple Threat.

Cohen: That's why you should never do big stamina work-outs before a match.

Question hits a roundhouse kick to Irwin, stunning him as he falls back into the corner. Question slowly approaches Irwin, hitting a series of stiff kicks to Irwin in the corner until Katie Shepard admonishes him at a count of 4. Question smirks as Irwin slowly walks out of the corner, holding his stomach. Question hits an elbow to Irwin before tying Irwin into the ropes, hitting a series of elbows. He does not quit until referee Shepard pulls him away, warning him about a potential disqualification. Question grabs Irwin and brings him to the middle, hitting the facebuster. He covers Irwin...

... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Irwin.

Question looks at Irwin and smirks before going to the outside quickly, stalking a recovering Alhazred. He grabs Alhazred and whips him into the barricade. Question point at him and goes throw himself into Alhazred but the former Tag champion evades at the last second, causing Question to dive straight into the barricade! Alhazred grabs Question and throws him into the steel steps, telling him to stop being creepy.

Cohen: I don't know what Question was thinking. He should've kept his attention on Irwin and left Alhazred outside to rot.

Copeland: Question isn't the traditional thinking type, Jack. However, this is where Alhazred needs to capitalise.

Alhazred enters the ring, seeing the big man come at him. Using his quick-thinking, Alhazred hits a heart punch on Irwin. Bruce doesn't feel the effects and goes after Alhazred... but stops in his tracks, clutching his chest. Alhazred follows up with a strong right punch, knocking Irwin groggy. Alhazred springboards and hits a clothesline, knocking Irwin down. Alhazred hits a fist drop and covers...

... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Irwin as Question breaks up the pin.

Alhazred grabs Question and begins pummelling him with repeated elbows to the face, making sure to keep Question down until Shepard pulls him off. Alhazred turns his attention to Irwin, hitting a hurricanrana that sends Irwin to the outside. Alhazred goes to the second turnbuckle and hits a diving front elbow on Question. He covers...

... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Question.

Alhazred gets to his feet and moves his hands in a weird motion.

Copeland: In his own way, Alhazred looks to end this match right now.

Cohen: Well be better stop playing interpretive dancer and get to it!

Alhazred lines up Question for the Hadouken but Question reverses it into a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridging cover...

... 1
... 2
... kick-out.

Question lines up Alhazred but Irwin slides into the ring, hitting a big boot on Question, knocking him down. He turns to Alhazred, kicking him in the stomach and setting him up the Gorilla Press Slam. Irwin drives Alhazred into the canvas. He looks to cover but Question pops up out of nowhere with the Love Battles kick, knocking Irwin silly. He finishes up WITH THE CARNAL VITALITY! He covers...

... 1
... 2 with Alhazred reaching out
... 3!

Alhazred doesn't get there in time to break up the pin, burying his face into the canvas as he lays there on his stomach. Question gets to his feet and Shepard raises his hand.

Harrys: Here is your winner... The Eternal Question!

Copeland: Another victory for Question, giving him a 2-0 streak to kick-start his career in WZCW.

Cohen: It was a chaotic match but it seems Question thrives on the chaos, taking advantage at the most opportune times.

Copeland: With two wins up his sleeve, Question seems to be rising the card very quickly. I wonder what is in store for him?

Question rolls out of the ring and begins crawling back up the ramp as Alhazred does his best to get to his feet whilst Shepard tends to Irwin. Alhazred isn't happy about losing.

Copeland: Not a great start for Hard Metal Penetration tonight. They need some momentum heading into their Tag Team title match with Cerberus.

Cohen: It hasn't been too well for Bruce either. Another loss for him. He looked impressive but he needs to convert on the finish.

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Leon Kensworth is standing backstage with Victor Makarov and Oleg Rasputin, and their manager Freddie Fortune.

Kensworth: I'm standing here with Freddie Fortune, manager of Team Russia. Freddie why have you chosen to align yourself with two men who are so pro Russia?

Fortune: Their political views aren't important to me Leon. What is important is that you are looking at two bonafide stars.

Fortune slaps the chest of both men, who in turn shove him aside as Oleg takes the mic to speak.

Oleg: Россия является высшим мировой державой и будет царить.

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We have Stacey Madison just outside the back of the entrance area where the Eternal Question is walking through, still cooling down from his match. Madison walks up to Question with a microphone, waving him down.

Madison: Eternal Question! Have you a moment?

Question turns around, smiling.

Question: I have many moments.

Madsion: Uh huh. Well, I'll keep this short then: you've competed in two consecutive Triple Threat matches in your first two matches in WZCW, winning both of them... with the most recent involving a former Tag Team champion. What are your intentions for the future?

Question: If my talks with Leon & Johnny have not been clear, let me make this crystal.

He leans in towards Stacey, who backs off slightly, looking a little creeped out.

Question: Pure, utter Mayhem.

Madison: Mayhem?

Question smirks.

Question: Curious?

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Harrys: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Veejay enters a dark arena in a hooded robe with his back turned away, arms widespread and the LED on the back of the robe displaying "The Showbiz in Norfolk". As soon as the guitar riff hits, the arena is filled with light while Veejay turns and removes his hood, with his valet/manager Saffron right behind him clapping, soaking in the moment. The crowd boos but receives them as if they were cheers.

Harrys: Introducing first, from Bollywood, India, weighing 251 pounds, “The Showbiz himself” Veejay!

Copeland: A new look for a more confident Veejay as he makes his entrance with the lovely Saffron by his side.

Cohen: He's not only a famous Bollywood actor but he's in the finals of the Gold Rush tournament! How can not be this confident?

Copeland: Very reminiscent of "Showtime" David Cougar, don't you think?

Cohen: I see shades but not a carbon copy. Veejay is his own man.

He walks to the ring with a smirk, looking all around in the arena, Saffron in his tow continuously clapping. Once inside the ring, he spreads his arms once again and Saffron removes the robe, revealing Veejay in his wrestling gear. He then climbs the turnbuckles and taunts the people in audience.

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He emerges through the curtain into a darkened arena, standing with his arms extended to either side of his body at the top of the ramp, peering toward the sky.

Harrys: And his tag team partner, Hell, MI, weighing 295 pounds, "The Angel of Death" Dorian Slaughter!

Dorian stands on top of the ramp for a few seconds, staring down Veejay before slowly stalking his way towards the ring.

Copeland: And another man who's not only in the finals of the Gold Rush tournament but he's proven himself to be a very tough competitor here in WZCW.

Cohen: You don't get a spot in the Elite for nothing, Seabass. He's not exactly a people person or someone you'd really want to have any sort of conversation with but you can't argue with his methods.

Dorian slides into the ring and goes to confront Veejay. The two stare-off in the middle of the ring, neither backing down. Slaughter keeps a blank empty stare as Veejay lets out a slight smirk before reminding Slaughter who he is and their simple match strategy. Referee Elizabeth Prince tries to separate the two but they don't budge.

Copeland: We may get an early preview of Gold Rush here tonight!

Cohen: If these two young studs want to go at it before then, I don't think anyone would be opposed to it but at least wait until after the match!

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The stare-down between the two finalists gets cut short by the Russian National Anthem, causing both men to turn their head and look at the ramp. Victor Makarov & Oleg Rasputin stand on the middle of the ramp, hand over heart as they let the anthem play. They dip their head for a brief moment out of respect for the motherland before walking down the ramp together.

Harrys: And their opponents, from Moscow, Russia, at a combined weight of 618 pounds, Victor Makarov & Oleg Rasputin!

Copeland: It was only a matter of time these two Moscow natives teamed up together and what a debut match they've got. If they manage to knock off two potential World Title contenders, you've got to believe they'll be in contention for the World Tag Titles.

Cohen: With Cerberus & Hard Metal Penetration competing in a huge tie-breaker grudge match over the championships, Team Russia has a big opportunity to bust through the scene and insert themselves at the top of the ladder.

Copeland: Indeed. Team Russia certainly seem ready for this contest. The only question that needs to be asked is whether or not Veejay & Slaughter can work as a cohesive unit for the lucky third time in their careers to stop the Russians.

Makarov & Rasputin enter the ring simulatenously, standing their ground as Veejay & Slaughter still face each other but with heads turned to their opponents. They stare at the other once more before Veejay volunteers himself to be the man to begin this match, telling Slaughter to go to his corner. Reluctant, Dorian slowly goes on the apron as Rasputin tells Makarov he will start first. They nod to each other with Rasputin getting into his fighting stance. Veejay laughs as referee Elizabeth Prince signals for the bell.

* DING DING DING *​

Veejay points and makes fun of Rasputin with his valet Saffron, who shares a giggle with him. He turns around and sees Rasputin coming at him fast, connecting with a savate kick to knock down a surprised Veejay, clutching his chest. Rasputin responds by smirking at him this time, which gets on Veejay's nerves. Veejay stands up and slaps the Russian across the face. Rasputin turns around and becomes really angry but before he can do anything to the Bollywood star, Veejay tags Slaughter in the match, getting straight on the apron. He smirks at Rasputin, pointing to his head. Slaughter stares a hole through Veejay before entering the ring.

Cohen: Smart strategy. Get the big Russian off his game and let his partner handle the work.

Copeland: In most places they call that cowardice.

Cohen: Veejay isn't running away so how he is being a coward?

Slaughter goes to enter the ring but Rasputin grabs Dorian and brings him in the hard way. Rasputin darts a look at Veejay before turning his attention back to Slaughter, grabbing his swinging arm and capturing him, delivering multiple headbutts. Rasputin pushes Slaughter back into the corner and gets a tag from Makarov. The Russians deliver a series stomps on Slaughter until referee Elizabeth Prince reaches a count of 4. Rasputin gets back on the apron as Makarov brings out Slaughter, whipping him across the ring for a shoulder tackle. Makarov follows up with a running leg drop and covers...

... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Slaughter.

Veejay enjoys watching the match from the corner, interacting with Saffron when he can. Slaughter attempts to get to his feet but Makarov pushes him back to his corner, hitting a couple of stomps before moving backwards, going for a running belly splash into Slaughter. He tags back in Rasputin who climbs in and grabs Slaughter, delivering a fallaway slam. He covers...

... 1
... 2
... another kick-out.

Copeland: Team Russia has been working amazingly well together for their first time as an official team, isolating Slaughter.

Cohen: I can't help but feel that Veejay doesn't exactly mind. They're softening him up for their match at Gold Rush and he kicks his heels up, so to speak.

Slaughter tries getting up but Rasputin locks in a bearhug, keeping pressure on Slaughter. Referee Elizabeth Prince is in prime position to make sure everything goes accordingly but Slaughter refuses to give up. Slaughter slowly makes it to his feet, breaking the hold with a well-placed bell clap to the ears of Rasputin. He delivers a heart punch, stunning Rasputin. He grabs the Russian and throws him into his corner, blind tagging Veejay who isn't paying attention. Veejay angrily questions Slaughter who delivers a corner foot choke to Rasputin. Referee Prince instructs for Veejay to get in the ring as she counts to 4 for Slaughter. Veejay is hesitant but eventually obliges, entering the ring as Slaughter exits.

Veejay begins trash-talking, telling Slaughter to watch as he delivers a couple of hard European uppercuts to the cornered Russian before bringing him out of the corner for a crooked arm lariat! He covers...

... 1
... kick-out by Rasputin.

Veejay pops up and tags Slaughter back in, daring him to top that as Saffron applauds. Slaughter enters the ring, picking up Rasputin and getting him in position for the Hate Creation, a much more damaging crooked arm lariat. Slaughter covers...

... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Rasputin.

Embarrassed, Veejay demands a tag from Slaughter, telling him he can do a lot better.

Copeland: For the first time in this match, Veejay has willingly offered his hand in helping with the match.

Cohen: It's a game of one-upmanship. They want to prove to each other that they are the better competitor and it's keeping Team Russia away from frequent tags. A brilliant yet interesting move!

Slaughter makes the tag with Veejay getting into the ring quickly, picking up Rasputin, hitting a couple of clubbing blows before hitting a DDT. He covers...

... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Rasputin again.

Veejay again tags Slaughter back in, telling him to do better. Again, Slaughter enters the ring and hits a sole kick on Rasputin, following up with the Fall of Man. Whilst stunned, Slaughter hits a DDT on Rasputin. He covers...

... 1
... 2
... pin interrupted by... Veejay?

Slaughter gets to his feet as Veejay confronts him, getting into each other's face. Slaughter is almost exhaling smoke as Veejay trash-talks Slaughter.

Cohen: Why would Veejay break up the pin? They could've won!

Copeland: It seems the strategy has gone out the window. The mind-games between these two to psych the other out for their finals match at Gold Rush are taking priority over this match.

Cohen: And they were doing so well for a moment.

Veejay & Slaughter continue to argue until Veejay gets smacked with a running bit boot by a barely-recovered Rasputin, causing him to crash. Slaughter turns around and gets a Sambo suplex by Rasputin, throwing him into his own corner. Rasputin collapses with Makarov reaching out for a tag! Referee Prince beings a count as both Slaughter & Rasputin recover, with Veejay doing his best to get to his feet on the apron. Rasputin eventually makes the tag to Makarov, making the former Elite X champion legal. Veejay senses the urgency and tags himself in.

Cohen: Makarov is fresh and ready to go.

As Veejay enters the ring, Makarov blasts Veejay with a shoulder block, and another! Veejay gets up and charges, getting planted with a scoop slam by Makarov. Makarov runs off the ropes and hits a falling headbutt, covering Veejay...

... 1
... 2
... kick-out by Veejay.

Makarov hits a couple of well-placed stomps before pressing Veejay into the sky, dropping Veejay onto the ropes with a hotshot. Veejay grabs his throat as Makarov sets up and delivers a pumphandle slam.

Copeland: The momentum is clearly in favour of Makarov, taking down Veejay.

Cohen: But the Bollywood star is hanging in there!

Makarov goes to pick up Veejay and bring him to his own corner but Veejay hits a desperation jawbreaker, stunning Makarov. Veejay stays on his knee, catching his breath as Makarov looks to come at Veejay. He responds with a roundhouse kick, knocking Makarov groggy. Makarov takes a swing but Veejay ducks, managing the strength to pull off a full nelson slam. Veejay staggers into his own corner, weak from delivering the move on the big man. Slaughter takes this opportunity to tag himself him, to which Veejay is annoyed.

Slaughter enters the ring, making sure to knock Rasputin off the apron before turning his attention to Makarov. He hits a couple of kesagiri chops before calling the end, setting him up for Death Becomes You. Makarov reverses, pushing Slaughter towards the ropes. Veejay blind tags himself in again as Slaughter rebounds, narrowly missing Da Sveedaneeya. Makarov turns around and gets caught in DEATH BECOMES YOU, PLANTING MAKAROV. As Slaughter is about to go for the cover, Veejay grabs his partner and tosses him out of the ring, pinning Makarov...

... 1
... 2
... 3!

Veejay jumps to his feet, extremely happy over the win as referee Prince calls for the bell.

Harrys: Here are your winners... Veejay & Dorian Slaughter!

Rasputin grabs Makarov from the outside, helping him recover as they look to exit. Veejay demands his hand be raised by the referee as Saffron applauds from the outside.

Cohen: Despite all the miscommunication, Veejay & Slaughter manage to be three-for-three in tag team action together!

Copeland: No thanks to Veejay. Throughout the entire match, he let Slaughter dish out and take the punishment and takes the victory for himself. Dorian had the pin but he threw his own partner out.

Cohen: Veejay didn't trust Slaughter's pinning techniques. Anyway, who cares? They won!

Slaughter gets up, angry from being tossed out the ring. Saffron notices this on the outside, stopping her claps to try and warn Veejay but he doesn't hear her. Saffron screams at Veejay to turn around as Slaughter gets in the ring, looking to get a piece of Veejay. Slaughter hits a sole kick on Veejay and goes for the Death Becomes You. For the first time in this match, the crowd begins cheering for the incoming fight... but Veejay manages to slide out of move and out of the ring as quick as he can. The crowd boos as Veejay & Saffron exit up the ramp, leaving Slaughter in the ring to watch on.

Cohen: That was close! Lucky for Veejay he had Saffron by his side to warn him.

Copeland: Otherwise Slaughter would've destroyed Veejay but the Bollywood superstar won't be getting off so easily. On Ascension, there will be an exclusive contract signing between Dorian Slaughter & Veejay to officially announce the match for the Gold Rush PPV.

Cohen: If I was Veejay, I'd implement a no physical clause ASAP!

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We see Mikey Stormrage in the locker room getting his gear on and doing his stretches, very focused on his match. He has his headphones on, listening to music. He doesn't notice Matt Tastic entering the locker room, standing behind him. Tastic goes in front of Mikey and waves his hand in his face. Mikey removes the headphones.

Stormrage: What do you want, Matt?

Tastic: Just heard the news about you getting an opportunity. Congratulations, you managed to find one. Hope you get it.

Stormrage: Hope? I'm not hoping any more. I'm going to do it.

Tastic: Well, I'm loving the confidence but don't get caught up in the stipulations. We cannot afford a loss.

Stormrage: And I cannot afford to not focus on the stipulations. I have to beat Constantine, whatever it takes.

Tastic: That'll take you being in the match.

Mikey looks at Tastic.

Stormrage: What's that supposed to mean?

Tastic: Nothing... but I've got a grudge with Constantine & Ty Burna as well. I'd love to get the win too for a little bit of revenge against the World champion, get into his psyche for the match at Gold Rush.

Stormrage: Well... sounds like I won't be tagging you into the match then.

Tastic: Don't be like that, man. You will get other opportunities.

Stormrage: THIS IS THE ONLY OPPORTUNITY!

Tastic takes a step back, looking at Mikey with concern as Stormrage snaps.

Stormrage: You're a former World champion. You're a Lethal Lottery winner. You will go down as one of the best... but what about me? The other guy in Strikeforce? Matt Tastic's best friend? I can't be that man any more. I need to do this for me, whether you're on my side or not.

Tastic takes a second to think about it, nodding.

Tastic: Alright. I understand.

Stormrage & Tastic clap hands together, giving each other a very manly hug. Before they let go, Tastic keeps hold of Mikey and looks directly at him.

Tastic: But when we get to Gold Rush, don't expect me to take pity on you.

Stormrage: I understand.

Tastic: Live Mas?

Stormrage: Live Mas... for the final time.

 

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Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing Hard Metal Penetration, this is S.H.I.T.!!

The resident robot of WZCW begins his march down the aisle as the crowd cheer it on. The former Tag Team Champion heads to the ring callously without deviating from his path.

Copeland: We have 2 fourths of the Tag Team title match at Gold Rush in action here tonight. It'll be interesting to see how things go as Cerberus has been downright unstoppable since Revolution.

Cohen: That's right, Seabass. The three heads have hit their peak. SHIT and Alhazred are out of their element. Especially after opting not to team up with Daggershield, it'll be interesting to see how the tag team fairs against the Champs when they have Eve for support in the back.

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Harrys: And his opponent, representing Cerberus, he is one half of the WZCW World Tag Team Champions, he is Ramparte!

Ramparte emerges from a smokey stage holding his title belt and reading a book on the way down to the ring. As he approaches, he drops the book and stomps on it. He kicks it under the ring before entering.

Cohen: Ramparte looks to be in very fine shape tonight, Seabass. As opposed to the robot who always looks square.

Copeland: That robot is a former Elite X Champion and Tag Team Champion. He's been with the Apostles Of Chaos and was a part of Technosa. Do not discount him. He may lack titles. But SHIT is one of the most successful wrestlers in WZCW.

The two men circle the ring as referee Elizabeth Prince orders the bell to be rung.

* Ding Ding Ding *
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SHIT quickly tries to approach Ramparte who immediately rolls away from his opponent. The Tag Team Champion proceeds to walk away from his adversary with his back turned in a show of disrespect. Or lack of caring. But SHIT is right behind. He pulls Ramparte by the shoulder and shoots a right claw. However the poet of Cerberus reacts and blocks the blow. He quickly tries to Clothesline his isolated foe, but SHIT ducks and runs the ropes for momentum. As he comes in for a Neckbreaker, but Ramparte see's it coming. He leaps into the air with his right leg extended. Colliding with the squared skull of SHIT to knock him down with a Jumping Calf Kick. The back of SHIT's head meets the canvas but the robot is not out. The impact makes him bounce into a seated position as he holds the back of his cardboard head. Ramparte sees his fallen foe and approaches him mockingly. He raises his hand swings with a hard slap to the back of the head. But-WHAM! SHIT leans down instantly and kicks Ramparte on the forehead to send him staggering away,

Copeland: Both competitors know each other so well. It's counter after counter from both these guys.

Cohen: No it isn't. Ramparte is just luring him in to a false sense of security.

SHIT gets back to his feet to get on the offensive as Ramparte recomposes himself by the ropes. SHIT pushes Rampy to the ropes and hits away at the Tag Team Champion with several European Uppercuts. One blow! Two! SHIT hits three! A fourth goes in as Ramparte is too caught up to counter. SHIT changes up the offense and swings Ramparte across the ring with an Irish Whip. He raises his tin foil leg for a Roundhouse Kick, but the poet of Cerberus slides under and sneaks behind SHIT. He uses the momentum to springboard off the ropes and comes off the air with his signature Leg Lariat to knock the robot down. He quickly hooks the leg prompting Elizabeth Prince to count the fall.

1...........

2.............

3-NO!

SHIT powers out at two as Ramparte looks on. He doesn't let in though. He quickly wraps his legs around his foe's square body to keep the pressure on. He squeezes tightly as SHIT tries to come about. However the robots industrial claws little by little begin to open up the hold Ramparte has. The legs begin to come apart with SHIT even pounding on the knees. Ramparte has to let go as SHIT regains his footing. Ramparte goes for a Thesz Press. But SHIT doesn't go down. He shoves off Ramparte and turns him around. A waist lock goes on and raises him for the German Suplex. Ramparte, quick on his feet, hits a reverse elbow to the quadrangular temple of SHIT to block the maneuver. He uses a Drop Toehold to bring SHIT down and escape the potential German. Using the ropes for leverage, Ramparte places his foot on the top of SHIT's head and presses down. Elizabeth Prince admonishes Ramparte for the illegal action and orders him to break but he refuses. She begins to count the ropebreak but Ramparte lets go before the count can lead to a disqualification.

Cohen: Look at that, Seabass. Look at how intelligent Ramparte is. Taking advantage of the ropes, the count and of his opponent.

Copeland: Yeah. What "amazing footwork" by the Tag Team Champion.

Ramparte backs off at the orders of Elizabeth Prince as SHIT tries to recuperate. This prompts Ramparte to go back on offense before his adversary can recover. He goes to grabs SHIT but BAM! SHIT hits the Roundhouse Kick! Ramparte's bell gets rung as he staggers and ends up draped on the ropes. He grasps the back of his head in pain as SHIT uses his powerful claw hands to grab Ramparte by the trapezius and pull him between the ropes. Ramparte SCREAMS in pain as the deadly robot cranks on the hold using the ropes for added pressure. Elizabeth Prince has none of it though and begins to count for a ropebreak. The robot, much like the poet earlier, breaks the hold on the brink of 5 to avoid the DQ. SHIT raises his arms in innocence as Elizabeth admonishes him, but the robot quickly grabs Ramparte before he can recover. And locks the Tarantula between the ropes! Like a spider, the cardboard menace tangles his adversary between the ropes, stretching him as Elizabeth Prince once again has to order a ropebreak. SHIT releases before 5 though.

Cohen: That dirty cheater! How dare he use the ropes for leverage like that! He should be disqualified by now. He must have seduced Elizabeth Prince.

Copeland: SHIT's a robot, Jack.

Cohen: What if Prince is robosexual?

Copeland: This isn't Futurama, you goof!

Ramparte looks exhausted on the ropes as SHIT backs off. Elizabeth orders him away due to using the ropes twice. Ramparte slowly gets back to his feet and SHIT is quick to meet him. Ramparte looks distraught as he quickly clings to the ropes and orders Elizabeth to keep SHIT away. SHIT has no choice but to obey and Ramparte quickly takes advantage. Using the same ropes he was clinging to in order to Springboard right over Elizabeth and bring down his foe with a DDT. He goes to cover SHIT and hooks the leg.

1........

2.............

3-No!

But SHIT kicks out at two. Ramparte starts to show frustration and begins to pound the floor. SHIT gets up and Ramparte begins to mount an offense. He goes for a right hand, but SHIT counters it and swings the arm around to hit a Neckbreaker. Ramparte bounces off the canvas as SHIT runs the ropes for momentum. He catches Ramparte in the head with a Running Knee before hook the leg himself for his own cover.

1........

2............

But Ramparte raises the shoulder!

SHIT gets up and begins to stalk his fallen adversary. He raises his right claw and cocks it as if it were a shotgun. He keeps the claw up waiting for Ramparte.

Cohen: Oh no! The Piston Chop is coming!

Ramparte staggers to his feet as SHIT stands behind steadily. Ramparte turns around and BA- Wait! Ramparte shoots some sort of green mist out of his mouth right into SHIT's face! The robots optical sensors are offline as the robot staggers blindly. Ramparte takes advantage and double underhooks SHIT between his legs! He leaps and drops to his knees, driving his adversary face first to the canvas. A Double Underhook Facebuster! And Ramparte hooks the leg!

1........

2.............

3!!!

Harrys: Here is your winner..... Ramparte!!

Cohen: What a maneuver! He did it! Ramparte did it!

Copeland: Using a simpler and faster version of his finisher, and green mist, Ramparte has managed to defeat SHIT.

Ramparte raises his arms up as he's triumphed over his robotic adversary yet again. He hoists his title up high as Elizabeth raises his arm in victory. SHIT is on the corner rubbing his optical sensors as someone bring him Windex and paper towel.

Cohen: Cerberus continues its dominance, Seabass. Even in singles competition, these guys get big wins. They are the future. And the future is here.

Copeland: Whether it's through copious means or not, Ramparte has indeed won. How will things shape up for him, Flex and Hard Metal Penetration at Gold Rush?

Ramparte doesn't appear to be done and attacks SHIT, pummelling him down. SHIT tries to defend himself but it doesn't work.

Copeland: Another attack? He just won.

Cohen: Can't be too careful.

The crowd cheers however as Alhazred comes running down to the ring, making the save for his partner. He goes after Ramparte, making sure he pushes him away from SHIT to allow him to escape. Alhazred manages to fend off Ramparte for a moment until Flex Mussel & Eve Taylor run out to the ring, sliding into the ring and taking out Alhazred in the process. All three heads of Cerberus takes out Hard Metal Penetration, beating them down.

Copeland: Alhazred came out to prevent the beating but with all three heads of Cerberus, he cannot keep up. Someone needs to come out here and even the odds.

Cohen: The only person who would be offering the help is Theron Daggershield but after what Hard Metal Penetration did to him last round, I doubt he'll be out here to help.

Cerberus continues to beat them down until security and referees break up the fight. Eve recalls Flex & Ramparte, leaving the WZCW personnel to deal with Hard Metal Penetration. They pose as the three heads walk up the ramp, looking proud of their work.

Cohen: The numbers game is on Cerberus' side until Theron & Hard Metal Penetration make amends, which I highly doubt.

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We see Constantine cautiously roaming the darkened parts of the backstage area, holding his World Heavyweight Championship close to his chest. He looks around but finds nothing except for very dim red lights.

Constantine: Ty? Ty! I know you're here. No need to hide yourself in the shadows.

He waits a few seconds but there is no response. Constantine gets a little more confident and a lot more impatient with looking for his partner, puffing out his chest.

Constantine: Fine, you stay hidden away. I don't need you any way! I'm the World Heavyweight Champion and I captured it from the man who you couldn't beat after multiple attempts. Heed my words Ty: you did nothing to aid in my success as champion and becoming the true leader of the Elite... and the only way you'll be helping me keep this title is when I personally beat you for it at Gold Ru-

Suddenly, Ty Burna appears and pushes Constantine against the wall, holding him up with bright glowing red eyes. Constantine struggles to get out but Ty has him pinned pretty tight against the wall.

Ty: Whatever delusions you seem to have inside your head about our previous... business partnership is completely irrelevant. I do not care for your political dialogue or the superficial pedestal you put yourself upon. All I care for is the one thing that should've never left my side...

Ty caresses the World title.

Ty: I shall reclaim it inside my own playground, whether I have to annihilate you or not.

As quickly as he appeared, Ty vanishes into thin air whilst laughing maniacally with the dim red lights flashing brightly for a split second. Constantine stands up straight, fixing himself up as he takes a step forward.

Constantine: I'll be more than satisfied to prove you wrong at Gold Rush when we finally meet... but tonight, we've got business with the insolent, annoying Taco Bell losers. Whatever demon is haunting you, I expect it to post-pone our troubles and do me the courtesy of taking them down first.

Constantine waits for a response but nothing happens.

Constantine: Whatever, Ty. I'll see you in the ring.

The World champion exits the scene, holding his title.

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Harrys: The following contest is set for one fall and is your main event!

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Harrys: Introducing first, from San Francisco, California by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing 325 pounds, Mikey Stormrage!

Mikey Stormrage walks down the ramp looking more determined than usual. While he does not outright ignore the cheering fans he does his best to stay focused on himself as he enters the ring and awaits the rest of the participants.

Copeland: You saw the challenge that was thrown out earlier tonight Jack, if Stormrage can get pin or make Constantine submit he will be inserted into the World title match at Gold Rush.

Cohen: Fat chance that’s going to happen, there’s no way Constantine is going to lose this match and as idiotic as Tastic is he’ll never let Stormrage get the win making it harder for him to regain the World title.

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Harrys: And his partner, from Orange County California, weighing 238 pounds, Matt Tastic!

Things are a bit different between the members of Live Mas as Tastic makes his way down the ramp and meets Stormrage in the middle of the ring. No high fives are given, no fist bumps, not even a smile shared between the two. There’s a sense of uneasy that any member of the audience can see from a mile away.

Cohen: Look at that, these two backstabbers are already at odds.

Copeland: Both men know what’s at stake here tonight, while they are on the same team it might not be in either’s best interest for this match to be a friendly encounter.

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Harrys: And their opponent, weighing 240 pounds, Ty Burna!

The lights dim as a single spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp, where Ty Burna walks out swiftly, his eyes glowing red. He stares down to the ring as the spotlight moves violently around the arena to the music. The harbinger of chaos cautiously enters the ring his opponents are in and intently waits in the corner for his partner.

Copeland: I’m sure the last thing Ty Burna wants is another competitor potentially stopping him from another reign as world champion.

Cohen: It’s exactly why the Elite will be on the same page tonight and not Live Mas.

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Harrys: And his partner, from Washington DC, weighing 265 pounds, he is the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, Constantine!

A single spotlight shines down onto the ramp, revealing a solitary Constantine with his chin dipped to his chest. Constantine slowly raises his head and as the chorus begins, he throws his arms out to the side with his newly won world title around his waist. With that, fireworks light up the arena to the side of him as the lights resume.

Cohen: What a magnificent entrance for a magnificent champion!

Copeland: The Elite being victorious tonight would make Constantine’s first title defense slightly easier. An option the politician would surely like to take tonight.

Constantine enters the ring and unhooks the world championship from around his waist, confidently walks up to Live Mas, and raises the belt high in the air above the faces of both Tastic and Stormrage. While Matt is seemingly content with waiting for the bell to ring, the moment Constantine turns his attention to referee Mikey scoops him up for the Game Over! Constantine’s body ricochets’ off the ground and rolls to the other side of the ring in pain. Both Ty and Tastic are shocked at how quickly Stormrage was able to pull it off.

Copeland: What a Game Over! Stormrage is not playing around tonight folks!

Cohen: This is blasphemy! The bell never rang, that move should be illegal!

The ref calls for the bell and Ty attempts to charge at Mikey but Tastic leaps into action cutting him off with a clothesline sending him over the top rope. Mikey looks to capitalize on Constantine but is quickly cut off by his partner who seems to be slightly shocked at the ferociousness in Mikey’s eyes.

Cohen: I told you Tastic wouldn’t Mikey get the win!

Mikey mouths the words “Get out of my way” to Tastic but the former champion isn’t moving. Just as it seems the two are about to come to blows Constantine shoves Tastic into Mikey who gets knocked out of the ring. Tastic turns around is met with a Lariat from Constantine. The injured champ quickly tags in a fresh Ty who begins immediately begins stomping away at Tastic.

Cohen: And this is why The Elite are a much more cohesive unit than Live Mas.

Copeland: Some dissension is certainly in the ranks of Stomrage and Tastic.

Ty picks up Tastic and begins hammering him into the corner. Tastic attempts to fight back but Ty is too vicious and too quick and his steady strikes connect steadily to Tastic’s face and midsection. Ty delivers so many repeated strikes that the ref is forced to intervene and back Ty off.

Copeland: Ty showing his own bit of focus here tonight.

Ty irish whips Tastic across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle but Tastic bounces off delivering a running lariat neckbreaker straight to Ty! The harbinger immediately pops back up and Tastic is ready with a spinning backfist right to Ty’s face. Matt looks to bounce off the ropes but is met with a knee by Constantine who is on the apron. Ty then hits a running high knee sending Tastic to the outside.

Cohen: Tag team strategy at it’s finest.

As the ref attempts to stop Ty from exiting the ring Constantine jumps down from the apron and Irish whips Tastic right into the steel steps! He quickly throws him back inside the ring where Ty makes the cover 1…2….Stormrage quickly breaks up the pin. Ty does not waste anytime continuing his assault of Matt as he locks in a Muta Lock! Matt scrambles for the ropes but Ty has him completely where he wants him. The former champion has nowhere to go and even looks to potentially tap out until the move is broken up by a Stormrage Splash flattening both men!

Copeland: Mikey Stormrage will not let his opportunity slip through his fingers!

Cohen: He not only squashed Ty but he crushed his partner in the process!

Stormrage drags Tastic to his corner and makes the tag. He charges at a barely to his feet Ty and hits a devastating Falcon Punch! Instead of going for the cover however he instead throws Ty into the opposing corner urging Constantine to tag in.

Copeland: Mikey wants to pin the champion and earn his way into the title match this Sunday!

Constantine sees what Stormrage is doing and refuses to tag in wanting no part of a focused and vicious Stormrage. Mikey then goes to charge at him but Constantine quickly jumps down from the apron and Ty takes advantage hitting a Straight Jacket Suplex on Stormrage! As Ty looks to set up for the Desecration Annihilation Constantine tags himself in and proceeds to furiously pound away on Stormage. Ty exits the ring annoyed by what has happened despite finally getting a breather from the match. Constantine sees Tastic beginning to stir on the apron and attempts to throw Stormrage into his partner knocking him off but as he does Tastic avoids his partner but is able to make the tag on Stormrage as he flies out the ring.

Copeland: Expert maneuvering there by Tastic!

Cohen: You have to be an expert to avoid that much weight.

Tastic springboards off the ropes hitting a hurricanrana on Constantine. As the champion pops up he’s met with a snap power slam once again sending the champ to the ground. Constantine is barely able to make it to his feet this time but when he does Tastic plants him with the Skull buster! Before Matt can go for the pin however Ty enters the ring and delivers a kick to the back of Tastic’s neck! The ref implores Ty to leave but harbinger seemingly snaps as he grabs the ref and delivers a Desecration Annihilation completely obliterating the referee!

Copeland: What has gotten into Ty tonight?!

Cohen: That ref obviously should have used nice words such as please and thank you when addressing Ty.

Ty exits the ring and grabs the title belt from the time keeper and enters the ring looking to hit Tastic. However, when Constantine begins to stir and sees Ty holding the belt he quickly rushes over and snatches it out of his hands. The two begins to yell at each other with Ty attempting to take it back and the two Elite members have a tug of war. Ty becomes so irritated he slaps Constantine across the face sending out a big “oh” from the crowd. Constantine wastes no time as he retaliates by hitting Ty square in the face with the title belt!

Cohen: No Constantine! The Elite aren’t supposed to fight! It’s like watching my parents’ divorce all over again!

A new referee enters the ring as Constantine tosses the belt outside and picks up Tastic looking to hit the Axis of Evil but Tastic out maneuvers Constantine and hits the Headache Driver! Just as he hits Mikey pops up on the apron, tags Tastic, throws him out of the ring, and quickly hooks Constantine’s leg!

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Harrys: And here are your winners, Mikey Stormrage and Matt Tastic!

Copeland: He did it! Mikey got the pin on the champion and he’ll be in the World title match this Sunday!

Cohen: This is completely unjust! He assaulted Constantine before the match, Ty went insane causing the champion to lose his partner, and then he stole the victory from Tastic!

Mikey begins to celebrate as Constantine exits the ring in pain and grabs his title off the ground before quickly making his way up the ramp to avoid further consequences. Tastic is both confused and shocked at what has happened as he enters the ring to confront Mikey the other half of Live Mas exits the ring to celebrate with the fans in the stands.

Copeland: Regardless of how he did we saw a new Mikey Stormrage tonight and he’s heading to Gold Rush with the intention of becoming the new WZCW World Heavyweight Champion!

Tastic tries to urge Mikey to come back to the ring so they can talk but he’s interrupted by Ty who hits him from behind and delivers a Desecration Annihilation! The show goes off the air with Ty standing over a fallen Tastic motioning for the world title to be around his waist with an overjoyed Mikey still unaware of what’s happening in the crowd and Constantine watching on from the top of the ramp.

 

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Credits:

KJ - Ramparte vs SHIT
Dynamite - Main Event
Falks - Opening, 3 Way Match, Team Russia vs Veejay/Dorian, Charlie/Prince
Yaz, Thriller, Falks, Kermit - Segments

Also.....

We wish a Happy Birthday to our badass of a boss.

Happy Birthday, Yaz
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