Meltdown 157

Lee

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's Supermod!

The FlexAmerican flag slowly drapes down the titantron but instead of the normal design the crowd instead sees the fitness freak bench pressing reindeer in one hand while carrying presents in the other.

Copeland: Oh please God no…

Cohen: It’s time to deck the halls Seabass!!!

Harrys: Accompanied by Keith Kole, please welcome the WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…….KING “FLEX” MUSSSSSEEELLLL!!!!!

The World champion makes his way onstage with his protege Keith Kole following closely behind, both men are wearing horrifying ugly sweaters with Flex’s face on them. Flex raises his world title high in the air while admiring the flag, meanwhile Keith carries a large Christmas tree down the ramp. Flex soon follows bathing in the boos from the crowd. He eventually makes his way inside the ring and procures a microphone as Keith finishes setting up the tree in the middle of the ring.

Flex: First and foremost I want to welcome each and everyone of you to the new FlexAmerican Holiday tradition known as: FLEXXXMAS!!!

Copeland: How clever….

Cohen: It’s brilliant, what other superstar has such wonderful branding!?!

Flex: Yes you heard that right folks your King and champion is here tonight to wisp you away from your normal everyday problems, because just once a year, even peasants such as yourselves deserve gifts and joy!!

The crowd boos as Keith claps ferociously.

Flex: But, despite the name of this holiday your King and superior is not Jolly Ole Saint Nick.

Copeland: Thank God.

Flex: For Santa is not a man, Santa is not a woman, Santa is simply what you all should be striving to be: And that’s a jolly grateful FLEXAMERICAN!!! So please welcome, SANTA WASABI!!!!!

The crowd continues to boo as Flex points to the ramp where Christmas music starts playing




Various backstage production assistants wearing demeaning reindeer costumes make their way on stage. Together they struggle to drag a sleigh down the ramp that has Flex’s personal bodyguard dressed up as Chris Kringle. As the assistants drag the sleigh Wasabi waves at children with evil glee.

Copeland: Who is allowing this to happen...

Cohen: SHUT UP SEABASS SANTA WASABI IS HERE!!! I HOPE HE GOT MY LETTERS!!!

The assistants are eventually able to drag the sleigh down the ramp and they all proceed to pass out gasping for air. Meanwhile Santa Wasabi exits the slay, grabs his red sack of toys, and enters the ring to group hug Keith and Flex.

Santa Wasabi: HO HO HO! Marry Flexxxmas to one and all!!! Thank you so much for inviting me my liege.

Flex: Of course Santa Flexxxmas is nothing without you!!!

Santa Wasabi: Quite the contrary sir, without all that you’ve done for us there wouldn’t be a Flexxxmas at all!! So in honor of your hard work I’ve brought gifts for both you and Keith Kole!!!

Keith’s face lights up with joy as Santa Wasabi begins to dig around in his sack.

Santa Wasabi: Keith I won’t lie, you were on the naughty list for quite some time, but as soon as you joined FlexAmerica, we had no choice but to see you as the good apple you truly were. So for you my boy, I give you this.

Santa takes out a fake Mayhem title replica and straps it around Keith’s waist as he pretends to be shocked.

Keith: Santa how did you know?!

Santa Wasabi: It doesn’t take a genius to know you’ll obliterate Mikey Stormrage on Ascension!

Keith: I agree Santa, plus Mikey surely would never be on good list with all his horrible hygiene.

Santa Wasabi: He’s just disgusting I tell you. But anyway, for you Flex, I wondered what could a man who has everything want? And then it came to me, feast your eyes on this!

The Jolly Wasabi proceeds to hand Flex a limited edition ultra rare super secret Titus Avison action figure! Flex claps in joy while the crowd is kind of confused.

Flex: Aww Santa you shouldn’t have!

Santa Wasabi: How could I not?! I know this is something you’ve wanted to do for a while. I’m just here to make your dreams come true my King.

Wasabi then pulls out a hammer from his bag, hands it to Flex, and the King proceeds to smash the Titus action figure to smithereens in the middle of the ring! Children start to cry as thunderous boos reign upon the FlexAmerican faction.

Flex: Hold on everyone there’s no reason to be upset! I know not everyone practices the same traditions, so I came prepared! For all my Jewish FlexAmericans and African brothers. Please look upon the titantron and enjoy your respective Flexannukah and Flexwanza!!!

More Christmas music begins playing as photos of Flex and company spinning dreidels while menorah candles (each with faces of various WZCW stars such as Tyrone Blades, Batti, Stormrage, Tastic, Titus, Eve, and Garth) being burned down to their core. The photo then switches to Flex and company wearing African robes in a candid picture with Jabari who doesn’t know what’s going on.

Flex: See we even have diversity!!




Cohen: Please don’t tell me that’s who I think this is…

Copeland: I have never wanted to see a green little alien more!!! Krypto has returned!!! Just time in for the Holidays!!!!

The former WZCW superstar and possible extraterrestrial Krypto pops onto stage as the fans are just happy to see someone interrupt Flex. The alien is dressed up in Santa gear and proceeds to get on the mic.

Krypto: Now I’m very used to dictatorship holidays from back on my home planet, but I was explicitly told by management that there would only be one Santa!! And last time I checked I’m not from FlexAmerica!

Keith: We don’t accept illegal aliens anyway.

The trio begin to laugh together and hi-five like lame high school jocks.

Krypto: Okay well how about an illegal asswhooping!! Courtesy of this space traveling jolly green Santa!

The crowd cheers as the small little “alien” charges down the ring, slides under the bottom rope, and is immediately met with a Flexicution clothesline from the champ! Flex then instructs Wasabi and Keith to stomp out Krypto. They then lift him up, and Flex delivers a devastating Mussel bomb before tossing the alien to the outside.

Flex: No matter how jolly the occasion you all need to know that I do not joke around when it comes to MY World title. When Titus walks into ring to face me at Gold Rush he needs to know he’s fighting a King who will show no mercy. You saw what I did to him last week Meltdown, you saw what I just did to this poor deranged little freak, you’re going to see what I do to Matt Tastic later tonight, and after Keith Kole becomes the new Mayhem Champion on Ascension I just may show up to see Titus after his match-




Cohen: Oh boy it’s the boss, this can’t be good….

Copeland: The NEW boss, and someone Flex has quite a history with.

The crowd cheers at yet another interruption, but Vance Bateman wastes no time getting on the mic

Bateman: Flex Mussel, long time no see, glad to know you’re still using others for your own personal gain.

Flex: That’s KING Mussel, thank you very much. And anyone lucky enough to be my ally isn’t being used, they are being elevated to a much higher status.

Bateman: Yeah whatever, in case you were sleeping, or in your case deadlifting rocks I have taken over Mr. Bank’s position I now have the final say in WZCW. Which means I’M YOUR BOSS!! And funny enough last time I was seen in WZCW, you were giving me a Mussel Bomb through a table.

Flex: Just relax now Bateman, that was a year ago, we were both different people back then. You were working for a maniacal lunatic named Justin Cooper who corrupted this company.

Bateman: You’re right Flex, but now you’re the maniacal monster who is corrupting this company! And I’m not going to stand for it!!

Flex: Let me guess you’re going to screw me out of the title and hand it to Titus huh? Gee golly I never saw that coming. That’s why Everest will be the special ref!! He has a higher moral compass than any of your spineless suits in the back.

Bateman: You know it’s been a whole week but I don’t think anyone in the office has heard back from Everest about your offer, did you ever think that maybe he’ll decline?

A worried look develops on the face of Flex.

Bateman: No matter, that’s none of my concern, before I came out you were saying something about coming to Ascension, and should you have the balls to do it. I’ve got quite a Christmas surprise for you Flex!

Before Flex can respond Krypto springboards off the ropes and dropkicks the Christmas tree! It falls into Keith who in turn falls into Flex taking them both out of commission! Santa Wasabi then goes to grab Krypto but the alien low blows him! He then delivers a massive buzzaw kick knocking out the FlexAmerican gift giver! Flex and Keith make it back to their feet but Krypto flees the ring and runs into the crowd! Both men are fuming as Krypto crowd surfs all the way to the rafters!!! Vance Bateman laughs on in amusement!

Copeland: You know, this Flexxxmas didn’t turn out as bad as I thought it would!!

Cohen: What are you talking about?! That little freak Krypto ruined it! And now Bateman is threatening our King!

Copeland: One does have to wonder what Bateman holds in store for Flex, but regardless we’ve got a hell of a Meltdown for the rest of the night!!
 
The following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first from Easterhoose, Scotland. Weighing 221 pounds... PC Stevie Broon!

Stevie Broon makes his way down the aisle. The fans give him a polite response as he walks down. His usual tense stare doesn't really seem to be there. He enters the ring and is quick to get ready for his match.

Copeland: Broon has been on a slump the past few weeks. Last week he was chopped down by Zhanshi. This week he has the beautiful Baby Doll. But one sole victory isn't gonna turn things around.

Cohen: I just think he needs to re-focus himself. Hell, I think he's very talented. He just hasn't really had the time to put the pieces together.


His opponent, from Palm Springs, Ca, weighing 175 pounds, Alice 'Baby Doll' Adams!

The lights dim as the music starts before they come back on again with seasonal reds and greens. On stage is a large red parasol with white fluff surrounding it. It's twirled over and over and moved, revealling Baby Doll clad in holiday attire. She places the parasol over her shoulder before making her slow catwalk down aisle, teasing the audience. She drops it before standing on the ring apron. She stretches out one of her legs before entering the ring and posing.

Cohen: Here's another one who's looking to make things click. Baby Doll rather obviously has the looks. She has the talent. The old cliche is she's got all the tools. She's got a full hardware store.

Copeland: A bit exaggerated, but yeah. Both of these people can have bright futures.

*Ding Ding Ding*
As the bell rings, both contestants pace around the ring, looking to make the first move. They lock up with the Collar & Elbow Tie-Up and its Broon who makes the first move, going behind Baby Doll, Bearhugging her and dropping her to the canvas. He immediatly stands back as Baby Doll gets up, not too pleased. Broon charges in, but Baby Doll takes him down with a Headlock Takeover. She tries to hold him down, but Broon quickly gets out of it. They both stand up and stare each other down before Baby Doll slaps Broon across the face. Broon wakes up with that. His eyes bulge. His face gets red. He can't believe she just did that. He's about to jump for the attack, fist first, but Baby Doll suddenly bolts, hugging the ropes and yelling for referee Elizabeth Prince to call Broon off.

Copeland: You've gotta be kidding me. Yeah, physical violence between a man and a woman can be a touchy subject. But WZCW is supposed to provide an equal playing field. Here's Baby Doll slapping a man, then afraid of him trying to compete.

Cohen: No, sure. Unless it's Matt Tastic doing it, right? She's playing it smart, Seabass. She's doing what she can to avoid damage.

Broon tries to get through Elizabeth Prince who just stops him as Alice continues wrapping her very soul around the ropes. Eventually, Prince turns to Alice and orders her to release the ropes. Broon goes in and hits a Lariat to knock down Adams. He quickly picks her up and tries a Fallaway Slam. But Adams manages to land on her feet. She shoves Broon against Elizabeth, making her stumble and look away, thus giving Adams the chance to hit a Low Blow to Broon. She then Schoolboys him as Elizabeth turns around. All she sees is the cover and drops to the mat to count. As she does, Adams also pulls on Broon's tights without being seen. 1................... 2............3!!

Here is your winner, Baby Doll, Alice Adams!!

Cohen: What an effort! See?! She's making it all come together! She found a way. What an impressive victory.

Copeland: Yeah. I'll say. Low-blows, pulling tights, hiding in the ropes. If every underhanded tactic in the book is how it's done, there you go.

Elizabeth Prince raises Alice Adams' arm up in victory as Alice is overjoyed by it. Broon is being helped by assistants, but then shoves them away once he gets his bearings. He walks away from the ring frustrated. Alice blows kisses at the audience who don't seem all that pleased. Except for a couple of hormonal teenagers in the front row. She gets out of the ring and grabs her parasol before going back up the ramp.

Copeland: I hope PC Stevie Broon can bounce off this loss. He was robbed of this match.

???: Oh, really Seabass? It's not fair for him? But when I beat Annie Halloway, that was wrong? Make up your mind.

The voice booms through the PA after Alice has left.

Copeland: Who said that?

Copeland's own voice can be heard through the PA and then on the screen, Matt Tastic's face appears.

Matt: Hypocrite. You sell PC Stevie Broon as this man that was robbed. But last week when I did what he should've done here, I was looked down upon. How dare I win a match. Is this what you're being told to say by management? Or is it your own opinion? Alice did what she had to win a match. Yeah, she broke rules, but quite literally before she did it, both of you were talking about "making it all click". She does it. And suddenly, it's wrong. Hypocrite. Stop lying to the people. Stop selling them on false morality. It just ends up straining you for life. There are no consecuences to rule-breaking. Alice is not gonna get her winners purse taken. She's not gonna be fined. She walks away a winner while Broon walks away with his tail between his legs. As a veteran of this sport, I urge Mr. Broon to be more assertive next time. If he wants to win, do whatever it takes to get it. Because these moral guardians who criticize you are not gonna pay your bills. They are not gonna stop other people from doing the same. They can't. The people just stand there, giving opinions but having no real power.

Copeland: But Matt, we looked up to you.

Matt: I'd say I'm pretty high up on this screen, Seabass. Isn't this the same country that always talks about grabbing your opportunity? The land of the free? I'm not advocating for anything illegal or detrimental to human health. The fans can boo or cheer all they want, but do not get mad at me for doing what I have to do to push my career forward. I may be a Hall Of Famer, but I refuse to stand aside for anybody. I hope that's perfectly clear because I'm very sure people will hate me by the end of this night. But that's fine by me. I just take things Despacito.

The screen turns off as we cut back to the announcers.

Cohen: You made him mad, Seabass.

Copeland: I apologize for that, ladies and gentlemen. Now I'm just scared by what he means about that. What's he gonna do? Jump me?

Cohen: Nah. That's not gonna advance his career. You're fine.
 
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Backstage Stetson Hayes is huddled with a group of people, some we know from his RP and others are former world champions with giant swords and Becky Serra.

Hayes: Dear Lord Baby Jesus, or as our brothers to the south call you, Jesús, we thank you so much for this bountiful harvest of victories. I just want to take time to say thank you for my family, my one not so beautiful, beautiful, handsome, striking son, Dakota. as we call him, and of course, my red-hot smoking ex-wife, Angie who is a stone-cold fox. Who if you were to rate her ass on a hundred, it would easily be a 94. Also wanna thank you for my best friend and teammate, the minute men. who’s got my back no matter what.

Dear Lord Baby Jesus, we also thank you for the Garth Black. We hope that you can use your Baby Jesus powers to heal him and his horrible leg after Gold Rush. And although it smells terrible and the dogs are always bothering with it. Dear tiny, infant Jesus, we….


Theron: Hey, you know,Jesus did grow up. You don’t always have to call him “baby.” It’s a bit odd and off-putting to pray to a baby.

Hayes: Well, I like the Christmas Jesus best and I’m leading the prayer circle. When you lead the circle you can say it to grownup Jesus, or teenage Jesus, or bearded Jesus or whoever you want.

Theron: You know what I want? I want you to do this prayer so good so that God will let you win at Gold Rush.

Hayes: Dear tiny Jesus, in your golden-fleece diapers, with your tiny, little, fat, balled-up fists….

Backstage Bob: He was a man! He had a beard!

Hayes: Look, I like the baby version the best, do you hear me? I win the matches and I get the money.

Theron: Stetson, finish the damn grace.

Tony Mancini's Priest: I like to picture Jesus in a tuxedo T shirt, cause it says, like, “I wanna be formal, but I’m here to party, too.” Cause I like to party, so I like my Jesus to party.

The Ghost of Mancini's Catholic mother: I like to picture Jesus as a ninja fighting off evil samurai.

Theron: I like to think of Jesus, like, with giant eagle’s wings. And singing lead vocals for Lynyrd Skynyrd, with, like, a angel band. And I’m in the front row, and I’m hammered drunk.

Becky: Hey Theron, why don’t you just shut up?

Theron: Yes, ma’am.

Hayes: Okay. Dear 8 pound, 6 ounce newborn infant Jesus, don’t even know a word yet, just a little infant and so cuddly, but still omnipotent, we just thank you for all the matches I’ve won and the 21.2 million dollars – woo! Love that money, that I have accrued over this past season. Also, due to a binding endorsement contract that stipulates I mention Powerade at each prayer, I just want to say that Powerade is delicious and it cools you off on a hot summer day. And we look forward to Powerade’s release of Mystic Mountain Blueberry. Thank you for all your power and your grace, dear baby God. Amen.

The prayer circle disperses. Left is Becky Serra in the middle with Stetson Hayes looking pleased as punch. The camera cuts to Garth Black. He shakes his head in disgust.
 
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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.
 
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Harrys: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.....


Harrys: ....... from Ise, Mie, Japan weighing 145 pounds, Kagura!

The crowds cheer ,as her music plays pink lights begin to swirl around the stage in a circular pattern, representing the petals of many cherry blossoms falling through the air. A fine mist appears on the stage. She walks down the ramp through the mist, and ascends the stairs, entering between the middle ropes. Afterwards she bows to the side of the hard camera, and awaits her tag team partner.

Harrys: .....and Introducing her tag team partner.....

Harrys: ....from The Last Chance Saloon, weighing in at 15 stone...Garth Black!

Garth walks down to the ring purposefully, carrying a bottle of water. On the way down to the ring he looks into the camera, “Time to make bruises.” On the way down to the ring, he takes his local sports shirt off and gives it to a fan in the audience. When he gets to the ring, he slowly climbs in, acknowledges the crowd, has a drink of the water before tossing the bottle out of the ring.

Copeland: Who would have thought Jack, these two teaming together after such a bad history between the two of them.

Cohen: If these two can coexist tonight, then Hayes and Xander are in for it. But I doubt it Seabass, you can’t have an enemy for this long and not have bad memories resurface! Hayes and Xander don’t have a history! They don’t have to worry about stabbing each other in the back because they’ve never crossed paths in WZCW!


Harrys: And their opponents, introducing first......


Harrys: .....from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing 210 pounds, this is Xander!

As the drum beat kicks in, Xander slowly walks out onto the stage. All lights are down except one spotlight that follows him down the ramp. He walks down, smiling at the audience who mercilessly boo him. He reaches the foot of the ramp, before raising both hands, giving the audience both middle fingers. He then slides into the ring, mounting the turnbuckle and staring out, smirking and holding his arms up, pointing to the sky.


Harrys: .....and his......


Hayes: I’ll stop you right there Harry, I’ll do mah own introductions, thank yew very much!

Hayes is at the top of the ramp, riding a black stallion. The crowds boo loudly at his interruption, Hayes spits, then holds the mic up to his mouth.

Hayes: Introducing, The Monday Night Wrangler, The Texan Terror, The Bronco Bustin Brute, your future Eurasian Champeeen....Stetson Haaaaaaaaaayse !!!!! YEEEEE HAAAWWWW !!!! Play my fuckin music!

The camera cuts to a wide angle, capturing the slow trot down the runway. Stopping adjacent to the apron, Stetson unsaddles and takes the stairs into the ring. He lifts his cowboy hat from his head and plants it on a nearby turnbuckle post. Stetson stands close to the referee and waits for the bell to ring.

Copeland: Here is a tag team both on a hot streak and surging toward greatness, Xander, a finalist in the GoldRush tournament, has a date with Kagura for a chance to become the number one contender to the Heavyweight Championship. Stetson Hayes is heading toward a one on one collision with Garth Black to grab that Eurasian Championship that was last contested at Kingdom Come in the main event.

Cohen: I was talking to Stetson Hayes in the back earlier, he told me that he is now the face of Meltdown. I can’t wait to see the new Stetson Hayes Meltdown graphics next week!

Copeland: Give me a break! You’ve been here for hours, there’s no way you were talking to anyone in the back earlier! Referee Morse is checking both teams for illegal objects....it looks like he found something in Stetson’s boot, you don’t see that very often Jack, looks like a horse shoe!

Cohen: Of course he’s gonna have cowboy equipment lingering on his costume, Seabass! He’s a cowboy after all! You can’t blame him for forgetting to clear his boots before a match!

Referee Morse throws the horse shoe out of the ring, he growls at Hayes for having the object and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING !!

Garth Black and Xander start off, they circle each other near the center of the ring. They engage in a collar and elbow tie up, Garth pushes Xander right to the mat then drops an elbow that misses, Xander grabs Black in a headlock that Garth quickly slips out of and applies an armlock behind Xander’s back, he reaches back and rakes Black in the eyes. Xander quickly follows up to the blinded opponent with a jumping enziguri that drops Black to the canvas. Xander drops down with the cover....1....kick out by Black. Xander quickly grabs Black in a headlock on the canvas. Black grabs his knee and rolls him back for a surprise cover 1....2....Xander kicks out and rolls back in the headlock position. He starts punching Black on the forehead over and over with the headlock squeezing as tight as he can. Black starts to scramble to avoid more damage, they get to a vertical base with the headlock still applied, Black starts throwing shots to Xander’s gut to break the headlock, Xander swings a forearm that Garth ducks and both men run off of the ropes, Garth swings a clothesline that Xander ducks and does a front roll and continues running the ropes, Black bounces off his own ropes and runs, Xander raises his arm for a clothesline but Black jumps and hits a hurricarana but Xander flips and lands on his feet, he bounces off the ropes and runs at a surprised Garth, he clotheslines him over the top ropes while launching himself over as well, Xander skins the cat back into the ring while Garth falls to the mats outside, Black recovers and gets to his feet, Xander runs off of the ropes, he fakes a big dive then slides under the ropes, he slaps Black in the face then curses at a nearby fan. Black barely reacts to the slap, he grabs Xander and gives him a high german suplex right on the padded mats to the delight of the capacity crowd.

Copeland: What a suplex by Black!

Cohen: He’s lucky he got out of those punches earlier, we saw what those shots can do when Xander busted Vega wide open with unprotected fists to the head last week.

Morse is on 5 in the ring as Black drops an elbow on Xander on the outside. He grabs him by the hair and hauls him up to his feet, he irish whips Xander right into the ring post! Xander twists sideways in the air and lands on his stomach. Black hauls him to his feet again and rolls him in the ring. Hayes runs around the ringpost and boots Black right in the face! Stetson grabs Black and irish whips him right into the steel steps. Kagura runs around the ring but Morse slides out of the ring and starts yelling at both of them, he’s threatening to disqualify both and telling them to get back to their corners. Black slowly rolls back into the ring, but Xander has recovered, he drops a knee right on Black then grabs him by the head, he hauls him to his feet, Hayes lifts his boot and rests it on the top ropes, Xander takes Garth’s head and slams it into the toe of Hayes boot. He tags in Hayes. The big Texan smiles as he slowly steps through the ropes, he starts booting Black on the canvas, Xander starts booting him as well and both men continue to lay the boots to him. Xander steps out of the ring as Hayes jumps and lands a big elbow drop on Black. Hayes sits there for a moment, admiring the damage he’s just done. He covers Black 1...2...Black kicks out. He gives Black a few punches before hauling him to his feet, Hayes stands Black in one spot then runs the ropes, he nails Black with another vicious boot to the face, dropping Garth to the canvas instantly. Stetson stomps over to his own corner and climbs the turnbuckle, he raises both fists in the air, badmouthing Black and yelling that he’s the next champion. Xander shakes his head, he slaps Hayes leg, tagging himself in to the match. Xander approaches the downed Garth but Stetson grabs Xander’s arm and spins him around. He wants an answer to why Xander tagged himself in, Xander curses Hayes and tells him to stop wasting time. Garth nails both men over the top ropes with a double clothesline! Garth staggers back then tags in Kagura! The crowds roar as she jumps into the ring, Garth runs and stands by the far ropes, Kagura runs towards him, he gives her a backbody drop over the top ropes, Kagura adjusts in the air and nails Stetson on the outside with a knee to the head! Hayes falls back and slams into the barricade, Kagura runs and sends Xander flying with a head scissors takedown. She rolls back in the ring and gives Garth a double high five.

Copeland: Kagura and Black are flying now and this place is loving it!

Cohen: Ya but how long can it last?! You saw Hayes and Xander already breaking down and it’s only a matter of time before we see these two arguing!

Xander rolls in the ring, he quickly pokes Kagura in the eyes and grabs her by the hair, he hauls her into his own corner as she thrusts him in the ribs with palm strikes, Stetson climbs on the apron and slaps Xander hard on the back of the shoulder, tagging himself back into the match. Xander continues to hold Kagura by the hair while Stetson slams a big forearm right across her back, dropping her to the canvas. He grabs her arm and whips her to her feet like she weighs nothing. He nails her with a short arm lariat, dropping her to the canvas again in a split second. Stetson makes on like he is going to run off of the ropes but he quickly turns and slaps Black right in the face, Garth is furious and tries to get into the ring but Morse is right there to stop him. Xander quickly slides a chair under Kagura’s head, he has a second chair and NAILS Kagura with a one man con-chair-to! Hayes laughs and claps his hands as Xander removes the chairs. Stetson does a dust off motion with his hands and places a boot on her stomach, he raises his fist in the air while Morse dives into position 1.....2.....Kagura barely kicks out! Stetson looks surprised, he grabs Kagura by the hair and hauls her to her feet, he grabs her in an engulfing sleeper hold, he lifts her right off of her feet and rag dolls her back and forth, squeezing with all his might.

Copeland: My god! I don’t remember a more disturbing sleeper hold Jack! She looks like she’s already out cold!

Cohen: Well, look at the size difference! This one is over!

Kagura wedges her hands in Stetson’s arm and slips straight down to her behind, she immediately grabs Hayes leg with her arm and positions her leg around his knee, applying a deep knee lock submission hold! Stetson falls to his stomach and screams, wide eyed and shocked at how much pain he’s in, he claws the canvas and pulls both of their bodies to the bottom ropes, he grabs the ropes and cradles it like a beloved pet. Kagura releases the hold but jumps to her feet, she has a determined look on her face, she gives Xander and vicious chop to the chest, sending him flying off of the apron, she turns and chops Stetson in the back of the neck, followed by a shuffle side kick to the ribs, then she fires palm strikes and kicks, slaps and chops, creating red marks all over Hayes shoulder and chest, the big Texan staggers to the middle of the ring, Kagura grabs him in a headlock and hauls him to her corner, she tags in Black, Garth climbs to the top ropes and drops an elbow on Stetson’s back, he quickly grabs Hayes and arches him back for a northern lights suplex...1.....2.....Stetson kicks out. He rolls right out of the ring and to his feet on the outside. Hayes holds his back then stretches. Black watches him, he walks over to where he will turn the steel post to meet him, Garth drops down and rolls out of the ring but Xander is right there, he Irish whips Black towards the commentary table but Black reverses the whip, he sends Xander flying over the table, taking out the table cover and a monitor, Copeland gets out of the way just in time as Xander crashes over his chair! The crowds cheer, Hayes runs and misses a big boot, Black punches Stetson with lefts and rights then gives him a big belly to belly right into the commentary table, smashing the table in half!

Cohen: It’s a war zone out here Seabass! You got out of the way just in time!

Black rolls in the ring and back out to break the count. He grabs Hayes and throws him back into the ring. Xander throws a punch at Black but he blocks it and lifts Xander in the air and hits Black Out (Go to Sleep) then raises both fists in the air as the crowds go wild. Black rolls back in the ring but Stetson has recovered and nails Black with a vicious haymaker, dropping him fast. He grabs Black’s legs and hoists him right up in the air showing his power and hits his signature snap powerbomb in seconds! He holds him down for the cover 1....2.....Black just kicks out. He grabs Black’s legs and applies his Texas Cloverleaf Submission hold but Black is right on the ropes, he grabs the bottom ropes, Morse demands Hayes release the hold. Hayes releases the hold, but is showing frustration, he kicks the bottom ropes and curses. He fakes going off of the ropes again and spins with a slap to Kagura, but she ducks and slaps Stetson right in the face. He spins around to a small package by Black 1....2....Hayes kicks out. Black rolls and tags in Kagura, she hops in the ring and they both pick up Hayes, a double Irish whip off of the ropes, Garth ducks down as Kagura runs the opposite ropes, she springboards off of Garth’s back with double knees but Hayes grabs her in mid air and powerslams her hard to the mat! Black swings but misses a clothesline, Hayes turns and shoulder checks Garth over the top ropes, Kagura rolls up Hayes 1....2... Stetson kicks out. Hayes nails Kagura with a hard haymaker that drops her fast. He falls to his side, taking a breather.

Copeland: This has been a hard hitting tag match, Stetson Hayes has fought off Kagura and Black’s double attack here but he needs to make a tag, he spent a lot of energy fighting them off.

Cohen: Kagura just took the hardest powerslam I’ve ever seen but she was still aware enough to instinctively roll up Hayes for a pin attempt.

Stetson drops a knee across Kagura’s forehead and makes the cover...1....2...Kagura kicks out. He takes a breath as he shows frustration again. He walks over to his corner looking for the tag, he is immediately pissed off as he sees Xander still struggling to make it to his feet on the outside. Hayes rolls under the ropes, he picks up Xander and sits him on the ring apron. Hayes rolls back in the ring, he reaches over the ropes and palm slaps Xander hard in the face, Morse signals a tag was made. Stetson rolls out of the ring. He throws his hands in the air and grabs his cowboy hat. Xander is holding his face as he crawls his way up the ropes on the apron. He yells at Hayes, asking where the fuck he is going. Hayes just waves him off as he makes his way around the ring, then up the ramp.

Copeland: Where the hell is Stetson Hayes going?! He’s leaving his tag team partner behind!

Cohen: I guess he figures he’s done enough in this match!

Xander steps in the ring, he walks across and leans through the ropes, still yelling at Hayes. Kagura waits for him, Xander turns around right into the Fifth Dance of Amaterasu Omikami, the two fisted heart punch drops Xander like a ragdoll. Kagura hauls him to the center of the ring...1....2.....3!

DING DING DING!!

Harrys: The winners of this match, Kagura and Garth Black!

Copeland: Listen to the reaction of that victory for Kagura and Black. They really had the crowds behind them here tonight! What a statement by Kagura though, pinning her future GoldRush opponent with her Fifth Dance Heart Punch Jack.

Cohen: Hayes really stabbed his partner in the back, the total opposite of what I thought was going to happen here tonight. Look at Kagura and Black in the ring, shaking hands. Don’t believe that for a second Seabass!

Copeland: Well Hayes got the last shot on Black I guess, he figured that was enough for tonight and took the rest of the match off. This was a wild tag match and I can’t wait to see these match ups in the future!


Kagura and Black are still celebrating in the ring, Xander rolls out of the ring, he makes it to his feet and staggers up the ramp, giving Kagura an evil eye as he backs his way up.
 
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Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Introducing first, from Southwestern, Puerto Rico, he is WZCW Hall of Famer, Matt Tastic!

Tastic comes out on stage looking focused. He gets a nice reception, but not everyone is completely behind him. He almost looks surprised. He quickly regains his focus however and makes his way into the ring and focuses on the stage as he awaits Flex.

Copeland: Always game, Matt Tastic will be looking to pick up his biggest win in some time as he goes one on one with the World Champ here tonight.

Cohen: It is a step up in competition for Tastic, as he has been doing battle with some of the lesser tenured superstars but a win over the World Champ is always good for momentum. Something Tastic desperately needs.


Harrys: And his opponent, he is the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, "The Commander and Chief" King Mussel!

The King comes out with the World Title around his waist and the FlexAmerican Title over his shoulder. Behind him is his entourage, with Wasabi waving the FlexAmerican flag. The boos shower them all, but they pay no mind. Flex gets into the ring and holds the World Title high in the face of Matt Tastic, who has to be held back by the referee.

Cohen: Look at the bravado, the machismo, just oozing from Flex's perfectly clean pores. This is a champion WZCW can be proud of.

Copeland: He certainly isn't lacking confidence, but Matt Tastic is always a tough test. If he lets his guard down for even a moment, or under estimates the task at hand, Tastic will strike.

Referee Jun Akiyama calls for the bell and Matt Tastic is all over Flex.


*DING! DING!*
Tastic strikes Flex into the corner where Matt hammers away. The referee starts his five count, so Tastic Irish whips Flex across the ring into the far corner. He runs after him and hits a leaping splash that causes Flex to stumble out a bit. Tastic responds by shoving Flex back to the turnbuckle and unleashing a parade of vicious chops, the crowd "wooing" after each shot until the referee has to start his five count again. At the count of four, Tastic relents, but he then allows Flex to take a few steps out of the corner and connects with a belly to belly suplex to put the champ down. Tastic jumps into a quick cover...1...2...Kick out from Flex just after the count of two.

Copeland: Hot start from Tastic, who looks to be firing on all cylinders.

Matt Tastic keeps up the pressure, dragging Flex to his feet by an arm, which he holds in a modified arm bar. Flex fights with some elbows, but Tastic kicks him in the midsection to regain control. He then clubs Flex across the back and drops him to a knee. Tastic then runs and springboards off the ropes and connects with the Flying Power Kick. He makes a second cover...1...2...Kick out by Flex again! Tastic slaps on another arm bar as he contemplates his next move.


Cohen: Flex will turn this around. Just watch, Tastic will get frustrated that he can't put Flex away and his temper will cost him.

King Flex slaps the canvas and works his way to his feet, throwing some elbows to Matt's ribs to break the armbar hold. Tastic attempts a spinning wheel kick but Flex grabs the back of his leg and picks him up easily, he tosses Matt across the the ring like a rag doll. Tastic rolls through the landing and runs back across the ring, he jumps with a dropkick that staggers back the champion, Matt runs the ropes again and hits another fast dropkick that drops the King to the canvas, he rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. Matt watches him from inside the ring, he springs off of the ropes and runs and leaps over the ropes for a Tope Suicida, he rolls off Flex and runs right at Wasabi and hits him with a standing enzuiguri that drops the big man, the Flexamerican flag goes flying out of his hands. Matt grabs Flex and rolls him in the ring, he jumps on the apron and runs to the turnbuckle, he climbs to the top ropes as the Champion is standing up in the ring, getting his bearings. Matt leaps off of the top ropes with a flying clothesline but Flex catches him, he holds Matt then adjusts him into a long verticle suplex, he starts doing squats then finally drops him to the canvas. Flex stands up then flexes for the crowds.

Copeland: What an impressive display of power by the champion, that one move has changed the tide of this match!

Flex drops an elbow on Matt's chest, then flips him over and drops an elbow on his back, he grabs Tastic and powers him off of the canvas in a gut wrench position, he then throws him across the ring, Matt bounces then holds his back in pain. Flex grabs his ankle and drags him to the center of the ring where he applies a half crab submission move. Matt bites his lip and closes his eyes in pain as the champion leans back, bending Tastic's leg in a bad angle. Matt powers up using his other leg and pushes out of the submission hold using all his leg strength, he does a front roll and gets to his feet. Flex runs him over immediately with a rushing knee lift that slaps loudly causing the fans to make a noise. He drops for a cover while pressing his forearm in Matt's nose..1....2..Tastic kicks out. Flex grabs Matt by the throat with both hands, the referee warns him to stop but he lifts Matt off of the canvas to his feet. Flex releases the choke and grabs Tastic in a bearhug, he leans back and throws him with a belly to belly suplex! Flex jumps to his feet and does a full pose, flexing his pecs, but a raging Tastic is right behind him, barely reacted to the suplex, Flex turns around to a hard chop to the chest followed by rights and lefts, Matt hits him with a huricurana then a quick cover...1....2...Flex does a huge power kick out that lands Tastic on his feet, Flex quickly scrambles to his feet but Matt springboards off of the middle rope and hits his signature Flying Power Kick! Flex staggers and falls sideways through the middle ropes before Matt can grab him.

Copeland: A huge flying power kick but Matt Tastic can't follow up because The King fell through the ropes!

Cohen: This really does look like a different, more aggressive Matt Tastic than usual Seabass! But you know and I know, that over aggression can lead to mistakes and you can't make one error against somebody with the power game like our world champion!

Flex slowly climbs the steel stairs, he orders the referee to keep back Tastic as he makes his way back into the ring. Flex starts talking in a more calm tone and telling the rowdy crowd to keep the noise down. Flex extends his hand for a handshake. Tastic viciously slaps away Flex's hand then rakes him in the eyes, he hoists up the champion and hits his special Seismic Toss (Pumphandle Cutter)! He drops for the cover but the referee is busy trying to get Wasabi off the ring apron. Tastic doesn't notice as he's facing away from the ref, he's slapping his own hand on the canvas and cursing, he turns and sees the ref finally getting the big man to step down off of the apron. The referee jumps down and makes the cover 1....2.....Flex gets his shoulder up at the last second! Tastic grabs Akiyama by the front of his shirt and starts yelling in his face. The referee explained he had to deal with Wasabi.

Copeland: If it wasn't already an big enough task dealing with a muscle bound world champion, but Matt has that walking truck on the outside of the ring to deal with too!

Cohen: How dare you fat shame a member of Flexamerica! Wait a second, what the hell is Tastic doing?!

Wasabi is proudly waving his Flexamerican flag facing the crowds, high above though, Matt Tastic is perched on the top turnbuckle, facing him! He jumps and nails Wasabi in the back with a dropkick that sends the flag flying again and the big bodyguard sailing over the barricade! Matt makes a dusting off motion with his hands, he turns and rolls in the ring but Flex has recovered! He grabs Tastic's legs and starts his signature Spin and Win (Giant swing) 1...2....3...4...5...6...7..the crowds start counting the rotations....8...9...10...11...12...13...14....the camera zooms in on a whole row of FlexAmerica fans standing and counting along while everyone around them is booing....15....16....17.....18....19....20....21....22.....23....24....25....26....27...

Cohen: Come on Seabass! Count with me...28, 29, 30!! What is the record for Spin and Win anyway?! 32, 33....this is unbelievable!!

Incredibly the spinning doesn't stop....36...37...38.....Matt reaches up and grabs Flex's head! They both tumble over into a small package 1....2...3!!!!!

DING DING DING!!!!

Harrys: The winner of this match, Matt Tastic!!

Copeland: Both men are out! That has to be the craziest pinfall I've ever seen! How did Matt recover to do that?!!!

Cohen: I can't believe it!!! We were on the verge of some kind of giant swing world record and Matt Tastic ruined it by pinning the champion!!

Matt exits the ring, celebrating his victory while also trying to catch his bearings. He gives no time to the official to raise his arm and just leaves, proud of what he did as Flex is in the ring confused and frustrated.

Copeland: Well, if Tastic wanted to prove he could do what he wants, he just did. As for Flex Mussel, this does not bode well. Especially with the apparent surprise our president Vance Bateman seems to have in store for him. Its our last stop before Gold Rush. Goodnight, everybody!!

 
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King Mussel vs Matt Tastic - Yaz

Vega vs Callie Clack vs Eve Taylor - Ech

Kagura and Garth Black vs Stetson Hayes and Xander - Jeff

PC Stevie Broon vs Alice Adams - KJ

Segments - Yaz, Jeff, Ech, KJ
 

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