Harrys: This next match is a triple threat contest scheduled for one fall!
The arena goes dim, with a single spotlight shining at the top of the entrance ramp. Eve Taylor steps in it, with her head looking down. She slowly lifts her head, and slowly looks around the entire arena, before staring blankly towards the ring. She struts towards the ring, escorted by a shower of boos from the crowd. She reaches the end of the ramp, and jumps onto the apron, heading over to the closest turnbuckle. She ascends it, and proceeds to bask in all the hate. After a second, she opens her eyes before climbing down from the turnbuckle and preparing herself for the match, taking off her entrance attire and leaning back against the ropes.
Harrys: Introducing first, now residing in Berlin, Germany, she is a former WZCW world champion. She weighs in tonight at 145 pounds! Please welcome, Eve Taylor!
Copeland: Many pegged Eve to be a finalist at the Gold Rush tournament. No one expected Xander to upset her the way he did. She was upset again last round by the undefeated Stetson Hayes in a shocker.
Cohen: Maybe she’s right, maybe there is a conspiracy against Eve Taylor. Ever since she lost the world title at Kingdom Comes, she’s been on a downward spiral that hasn’t been pretty.
The soft sounds of "Intro" by The XX begins to play, as smoke begins filling the entrance ramp. The lights flicker on, as bass drums pound and fill the arena. Just as the snare drums kick in, two spotlights shine down on Vega from opposite sides of the arena as he makes his way onto the stage. He stands there in the center of a foggy glowing "V" formed by the lights. He walks down the ramp, gracefully hopping onto the guard wall, standing there on top of it near the fans with his arms out wide, soaking in the crowd noise as if he feeds off of it. He walks up the steel steps at the corner of the ring, and then walks to the center of the apron. Vega spins around so he's facing the crowd again with his arms draped over the top rope behind him. He smiles confidently before lunging back, flipping backwards over the ropes and into the ring. Once inside, Vega stands in the center and holds out his hand in the shape of a gun, as smoke rushes across the canvas. He stands there taking aim as spotlights in the arena shine down upon him in the shape of a foggy "V."
Harrys: Introducing next, her opponent, from New York City, he weighs in tonight at 205 pounds! This is Vega!
Copeland: Last round, Vega and Xander fought a war to decide the first finalist of the Gold Rush tournament, and though he really impressed a lot of people in that match, a win here would help his momentum going forward.
Cohen: The landscape in WZCW is changing again, and if Vega doesn’t want to fall behind, he better be shooting for the stars tonight.
As the music kicks up, Callie struts out onto the stage dressed in a provocative Aqua Man cosplay. She strikes a pose, lifting her trident into the air. She walks down the ramp, taking the time to taunt some fans who don't like her. She grabs some neckbeards sign, and rips it up right in front of him, laughing as she throws the confetti back at him. She walks down the ramp, climbs up the steps, and enters the ring through the middle rope. She poses once again in the middle of the ring, as she eyes her two opponents from over her shoulder.
Harrys: Introducing last, their opponent, from New York City, she weighs in tonight at 100 pounds even, please welcome Callie Clark!
Copeland: Like Vega, Callie came up short at the semi-finals, losing her match to Kagura, in a heart stopping match.
Cohen: A win here tonight would put her back on the road to easy street, but my money’s on Eve.
The referee checks all three competitors, and calls for the bell.
*Ding Ding Ding*
All three competitors begin circling each other, not sure whom to attack first. Eve keeps her eye on Callie, who begins moving closer to Vega. The former Mayhem champion suddenly finds himself backed into a corner, as both women rush forward, and pounce on him. He tries to cover up, but he can’t defend himself from their volley of fists as they rain down on top of him. They kick him out of the ring, and turn toward each other. Eve talks a bit of trash and shoves the smaller woman down so hard, that she falls straight onto her butt. Callie looks shocked. Eve sneers at her, and tells her to get to her feet. The shorter blond is seething with rage. She stands, but Eve pounces on her immediately like a hungry lioness. She pelts Callie with forearm smashes, and stiff kicks to the thighs and ribs. Eve rears back, and smacks the shorter girl in the face with a jumping knee strike. It’s clear at this point that Eve is out for blood, as Callie drops to one knee. Taylor lifts her back to feet, and headbutts her in the side of the head with the ‘Eight by Ten.’ The record time Elite champion crumbles to the mat, as the former world champion pins her shoulders to the mat. The referee makes a cover: 1…2… but Callie kicks out. Eve screams in frustration, and begins to yell at the ref. “Don’t you try and screw me! That was a fast count, I saw it!” Suddenly, an arm grabs her from behind and wheels her around. Vega is back in the ring! He hits Eve with a jumping knee strike of his own. Eve reels backwards from the blow, as the larger man charges forward, and clotheslines her over the top rope.
Copeland: Eve looks like a wild animal! She’s pummeling Callie with unbridled fury.
Cohen: Can you blame her, Seabass? Eve has been screwed out of every opportunity she had in the last few months. She doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment. She should be fighting the finals of the Gold Rush tournament right now.
Vega takes Callie down with a dragon screw, and applies a rolling kneebar. Callie screams in pain, and immediately begins crawling towards the ropes. She makes it, and forces Vega to break the hold. The referee forces Vega back, as Callie gets to her feet. The two competitors lock up in the center, and Callie locks in a headlock on the taller man. She toss him over her shoulder, and grounds him with a headlock takeover. She wrenches away on the hold, as Vega attempts to free himself. He finds his center of balance, and gets to one knee. He stands, and lifts Callie off the mat and plants her with a backdrop suplex. He bridges into a pin: 1…2… but she gets her shoulder up. Callie begins to recover, and gets to her feet, but Vega gets behind her and leaps up and over her shoulders. As she falls, he uses his leg to drive her face into the mat with a leapfrog bulldog. Vega stands, and measures her much to the delight of the crowd. The sounds of the fans cheering him on distract the former champion to the point where he drowns out everything around him, and fails to notice Eve has reentered the ring, bringing a chair with her! The fashion model swings the steel, and smacks Vega’s spine with a bone rattling crack that fills the arena. She screams, and slams the chair onto the mat. Since the match is no disqualification given the stipulations, there’s nothing the referee can do about her rampage. She swings the chair forward, right as Vega gets back to his feet, and cracks him in the head. He hits the canvas with a sickening thud.
Copeland: Oh my god, Eve has snapped! She’s got a crazed look in her eyes. Stop her ref, she’s going to ruin this entire match!
Cohen: It’s too late. Eve clearly wants to make a point tonight, even if she has to beat her opponents senseless. This isn’t about glory, it’s about sending a message to Becky, Chuck, and Vance Bateman.
Eve turns her attention to Callie Clark, who is righting herself to a standing position. The taller woman swings the chair, but the blond ducks down, and takes Eve to the mat with a drop toe hold. With fire in her eyes, Callie leaps onto the brunette’s back, and smashes her in the back of the head with vicious forearm shots. The referee gives her a warning, but Callie ignores him. She stands, and grabs both of Eve’s arms, and pulls them behind her back. She proceeds to stomp her head into the mat multiple times, while screaming in fury. She catches movement out of the corner of her eye, and stops. She turns, runs forward, and floor Vega with a sling blade. She waits a few seconds, torn over which one of her fallen foes to target next. Sees Vega recovering at a more rapid pace, she jumps onto the middle rope, and springboards off, nailing Vega in the face with a knee smash. He rolls out of the ring, as Callie turns and sees Eve back on her feet, and drops her with another sling blade. The smaller woman lifts Eve onto her shoulders and drives her down across her knee with an air raid crash neckbreaker! Callie pins her: 1…2… but Eve kicks out! Callie lifts Eve to her feet, and whips her into the ropes, but she rebounds off the ropes, and comes charging back with a ‘Designer Clothesline!’ The smaller woman hits the mat hard, as the force of the blow echoes throughout the arena. Eve lifts Callie to her feet, and drives her back first into the turnbuckle. She unloads a number of elbow strikes into Callie in the corner, and finishes with a discuss elbow that smash, that causes her to lump over and fall to the mat. The crowd begins to cheer, throwing off her focus. Vega has recovered, and climbs to the turnbuckle across from her. He walks across the top rope, and launches himself off, blasting Eve in the face with a flying forearm!
Copeland: What a move from Vega! He walked nearly a third of the way across the top rope, and blasted Eve in the face!
Cohen: I gotta admit, Vega’s a hell of an athlete. It baffles me sometimes, watching what he’s able to do.
Vega runs, bounces off the ropes, and charges forward, nailing a fallen Callie in the face with a running diving knee into the corner. He turns, and kicks Eve in the gut, following that up by driving his knee into the back of her head. She falls, and hits the mat hard face first. He grabs the fashion model, and promptly hits the ‘Target Locked!’ His swinging reverse STO drives Eve’s head into the mat with terrific force, as her body flips over. He lets out a war cry, and quickly retreats to the turnbuckle opposite his fallen opponent. He’s looking to end the match early here! He rushes forward, looking to hit the big knee strike, but Callie spears him down from the side from out of nowhere! She grabs Eve and whips her hard into the corner. She follows that up with a step-up high knee in the corner. Eve looks dazed, but Callie’s not finished. She applies a headlock on the taller woman, and delivers a running bulldog from out of the corner. She stands, but is met with a spin kick from Vega, followed by a swift kick to the head. He hoists the smaller woman to her feet, and grabs her around the waist. He lifts her up, and slams her shoulders to the mat with a bridging German suplex. The referee counts: 1…2… but Callie kicks out. He stands, but Eve knees him in the gut, and throws him with a northern lights suplex, with a bridge of her own: 1…2… but it’s not enough. Eve stands, and engages a now recovered Callie with a series of stiff looking kicks. She kicks the shorter woman in the knee, then follows that up with a shallow DDT. She ducks a spinning lariat attempt from Vega, and cracks him in the face with a high knee strike. Vega holds his nose in pain, as Eve gets behind him, and applies a hammerlock. She swings him around with all her might, and drives him forward into the turnbuckle behind them. Vega’s body sails through the middle turnbuckle, his shoulder smacking the steel post! He slumps forward, and falls out of the ring, and onto the floor.
Copeland: Back in forth action, with Eve seemingly taking control once again. Vega’s shoulder hit the steel ring post, and he’s out of the match once again.
Cohen: The pace is quickening, Seabass. We’re coming down to the wire now. Eve can win this one, just as the referee calls things fairly.
Copeland: The officials done a fine job so far, Jack. Eve just needs to keep her wits about her.
Eve turns her attention to Callie, and short slugfest ensues, with Eve getting the better of her weakened opponent with a discus elbow smash. Callie drops to one knee, as she can barely keep herself up right. Eve pie faces her down, and mocks her, calling her cosplay for the evening trashy. She grabs Callie by her blond locks, and pulls her to her feet with venom in her eyes. She scoops her up into her eyes, and plants her with a body slam. Eve exits the ring, and quickly climbs to the top rope. She quickly shoots the fans a one finger salute, and jumps off, driving both her feet into Callie’s chest with the diving ‘Stiletto Stomp!’ Callie writhes in pain, and Eve smiles viciously. She grabs the smaller girls arm and applies a wristlock, before placing her boot against her neck. She falls backwards, putting all her weight into a blow which causes Callie’s head to snap back. The force of the ‘Fashion Statement’ rattles the former Elite champions brain. Eve stands, and makes a motion like she’s dusting off her hands, as she pushes the girl to the mat and covers her: 1…2… but Eve is suddenly dragged out of the ring by Vega of the outside! He drives her into the barricade back first. Eve’s eyes glow red with rage! She had the match won, the end was right there! Like a woman possessed, she tries to throw Vega out of her way, but he exorcises her with ‘The Kill Shot’ on the outside. The taller woman crumbles to the floor, as Vega slides into the ring.
Cohen: I can’t believe that, Eve had this match won! How is that fair? There really is a conspiracy against her!
Copeland: Nonsense, Jack. Vega was at the right place at the right time.
Cohen: I know that, Seabass! Doesn’t mean that I have to like it. I hope Callie kicks his ass!
Vega eyes Callie, whose just now getting back to her feet. He walks over and grabs her, and positions her for the ‘Target Locked,’ but she escapes his grasp and nails him with a Pele kick. She quickly stumbles forwards towards the turnbuckle, and grabs ahold of the top ropes and slingshots herself to the top rope. She looks down to the mat where Vega should be, but he’s nowhere to be found! Suddenly, he appears before her, standing on the turnbuckle. He nails her with a forearm shot, and applies a front facelock. He tries to suplex her off the top rope, but Callie starts fighting back. She drives her fist into his ribcage repeatedly, until she feels his grip loosen. She rears back, and cracks him in the face with a closed fist to the jaw. Vega wobbles, as Callie finally manages to shove him off. He falls to the mat below, as she readies herself, and flies off the top rope, crushing him with an insane looking Spiral Tap! She covers him: 1…2… but Vega kicks out! Callie can’t believe it, and no she’s the one that’s livid. She starts to argue with the referee, and shoves him. She notices a fresh Eve on the outside attempting to slide into the ring, but she rushes over to stop her. Eve sees her coming, and backs away. They trade taunts, as Callie turns and gets clobbered out of nowhere with ‘The Kill Shot’ from Vega! He pins her to the mat, but Eve enters and breaks up the count.
Copeland: This is becoming a nail biter, folks! Eve is back in the game.
Cohen: Callie and Vega have to be exhausted at this point, the match is hers for the taking!
Eve drags Vega to his feet, and immediately hits the ‘Fashion Statement!’ She covers him: 1…2… but Vega kicks out! Eve screams in frustration, and slams her fists into the canvas. She grabs the referee with the shirt, and threatens him, but she’s met with a spinning backfist from Callie! The smaller woman applies a front facelock, and lifts Eve up into the air, and drives her down into the mat with a small package driver! The ‘Lights Out’ connects! Callie pins Eve to the mat: 1…2… but the former world champion gets her shoulder up. She isn’t finished. Now it’s Callie’s turn to look bewildered! She grabs her hair and pulls on it; completely flabbergasted. She stands and turns her attention to Vega. She calls for the end, and applies a front facelock on the much larger man. She tries to lift him up, but doesn’t have the strength to budge him. She tries again, but Vega counters. He turns around, and lifts her up instead, slamming her to the canvas with a vertical suplex! He takes a knee, trying to figure out his next move. Both women are down, but Eve seems to recovering faster. He measures her as she gets to her feet. He runs, bounces off the ropes and crushes her with another ‘Kill Shot!’ He makes a cover of his own, but Callie breaks up the pin. Feeling the adrenaline pumping, she beings to throw forearm shots for all she worth. Vega does his best to cover up with the tiny blond ball of fury on top of him, but Callie remains relentless. She drags Vega to his feet, and plants him with a DDT! She turns around, and climbs to the top rope, as Eve rolls out of the way. Callie flips off the top, and nails the Calliesault onto a still prone Vega. She makes the cover, as Eve watches on in horror: 1…2…3!
Harrys: Here is your winner by pin fall, Callie Clark!
Copeland: I can’t believe that, what a finish. Callie hit the moonsault out of nowhere! She really showed her tenacity here tonight.
Cohen: Clever girl… that’s all I can say.
The crowd gives Callie a mixed reaction, as she stands in the center, as the referee raises her hand. Eve and Vega roll out of the ring, as Callie plays to the crowd. She exhausted after that well fought victory, and can’t do as much gloating as she’d like. She holds her ribs in pain, and rolls out of the ring and retrieves her trident. She walks around the side of the ring, and stands at the bottom of the ramp, as Eve rolls back into the ring with a microphone in hand. She breathes into it, voice raspy, cracking from exhaustion.
Eve: Callie Clark! I can’t accept this. You stole that victory from me! Do you know who I am? I’m Eve god damn Taylor! I should be the one in the finals at Gold Rush. Hell, I should be competing for the world title!
Callie turns around, and shoots the former champion a smirk, as she mouths
“well, I’m the one that won, get over it girl!”
Eve: You think you’re better than me? You, the girl that’s lived in my shadow all these years?
Callie demands a microphone of her own. She’s not about to try shouting over the raucous of the crowd. The official sprints over, and brings her one.
Callie:
You’ve gone crazy, Eve. There’s no conspiracy against you. Becky, Chuck, and the officials aren’t trying to bring you down. You’ve been losing lately, because you’re slipping, and you know it! I may have lost my chance to go to the Gold Rush finals, but so what? I have a lot left in the tank. What about you?
Eve scoffs, and places her foot on the bottom rope, as she leans over the top to glare at the spitfire below her.
Eve: You have the nerve to question my drive, Callie? How dare you! I can’t even call you a has-been, because you’re a never-were. How many world titles have you won? How many PPV’s have you main-event? None. The answer to that is none-
Callie cuts her off in anger, as she shrieks into the microphone, causing everyone in attendance to cover their ears.
Callie: So what If I haven’t?! My time will come soon enough, but yours is over! I proved tonight how good I am, and I’ll prove it to you again any time you want. Stop living in the past. The present is now, bitch!
The crowd begins to chant
“has-been!” at Eve to the point where she kick’s the rope in anger. She turns and spews more venom towards the blond in front of her.
Eve: Then put your money where your mouth is, you deflated sex doll! I’ve been looking for a new punching bag. I can’t hit the referee’s, but I can hit you. Meet me in the ring at Gold Rush if you have any guts!
The crowd begins to cheer, as they begin chanting
“Callie! Callie!” She grins, and holds up the mic.
Callie:
Fine, you’re on Eve. At Gold Rush, I’ll take you on. Don’t start crying when you lose again, because after I beat you, you’ll be the stepping stone that I need to put the finishing touches on my hall of fame career, and I’ll be the one replacing you at the top of the card. But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to drop you a line once I win the world title, and you’re wrestling the bathroom break against Keith Kole!
Callie drops her mic, and laughs, as a livid Eve mouths her a big
“fuck you!” The former Elite champion raises her trident, and walks up the ramp, leaving her rival to stew in the ring.