Meltdown 86

[Viola Moonlight]

We open up the scene to see the entrance of the arena where Mikey Stormrage enters, showing he has come from the underground parking lot. He is wearing casual gear whilst carrying a sports bag with all his gear, walking down a large corridor with boxes and other equipment scattered along the sides. As he walks, some of the lights get switched off and the corridor is almost in darkness bar from a light from behind Stormrage. He stops to investigate, walking into the light. He looks around and doesn't see anything, shaking his head.

He turns around and takes his phone out his bag, switching on the flash-light option as he exits the light to see where he is going. As soon as he steps outside of the light, a figure is seen sneaking up behind Stormrage with a pipe. As the figure gets closer, we can see that it is Mason Westhoff who attacks Stormrage's knee from behind with the pipe , causing him to fall to the ground and drop his phone. Westhoff stands over Stormrage as Mikey rolls to his back until another figure comes over and puts his foot on Mikey's neck - Grand Mystique, who laughs at Stormrage who is trapped. As Westhoff goes to swing the pipe once more, the door of the parking lot can be seen opening where someone else walks in seeing what is taking place despite the lack of illumination.

???: HEY!!!

Westhoff turns around as GM takes his foot off Stormrage. The two men quickly disappear into the shadows as this person runs up to tend to Stormrage who is none other than Triple X, Mikey's partner for the night.

X: Are you okay, dude?

We finish with X helping Stormrage up who doesn't seem to be hurt significantly although he does shake his knee a couple of times. Stormrage looks furious.

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The crowd in Denver, Colorado cheers loudly as Meltdown has officially started, excited after the newly-developed theme for the show. The camera pans around the arena to showcase the signs and the fans before we transition to the commentary booth where Sebastian Copeland and Jack Cohen are sitting, ready to call the action.

Copeland: Welcome everybody here tonight to Meltdown. As you should all know by now I am Sebastian Copeland and I'm here with my broadcast partner, Jack Cohen and we've got a stacked show here for you tonight.

Cohen: Definitely, Seabass... especially after that encounter we saw with the Sacrificial Altar & Mikey Stormrage. That is going to spice things up even more for the tag team contest we have later on involving those three and Triple X.

Copeland: The rivalry between Stormrage & Mystique is well-documented and for them to be in the same match tonight, alongside the two contenders for the Eurasian title... I don't expect this match to go down so well.

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The crowd boos heavily as the Eurasian champion Rush makes his way out on stage, carrying his title across his shoulder as he looks out to the audience. He slowly walks down the ramp and towards the ring, not worrying about the voices of the fans.

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the WZCW Eurasian Champion; Rush!

The boos only get more deafening as Rush continues.

Copeland: Speaking of the Eurasian champion... where the hell has he been?

Cohen: Why do you care?

Copeland: Rush hasn't turned up to a WZCW event since All or Nothing and I'm asking why.

Cohen: Because he's the Eurasian champion and nobody can defeat him. If he doesn't feel like there is any competition for him, why bother turning up?

Rush enters the ring via the steel steps and steps over the ropes, demanding that he gets a microphone. He snatches one from a ringside worker who was handing it to him. Rush waits until the audience stops making noises and his music is cut before speaking. It takes a while for the crowd to stop but Rush is willing to wait out the chants before proceeding.

Rush: For those of you wondering: no, I am not dead. I am still very much alive and healthier than most of you people despite my age and previous heart conditions.

The crowd boos at this statement.

Rush: But I'm not here to ridicule any of you because not only do I have the time to list out what is wrong with you people but I have more important matters to attend to. I-

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The crowd turns their attitude to cheer as the General Manager of Meltdown's music plays through the arena, coming out on stage with a microphone in hand and wearing formal attire. He has a smile on his face and his arms out-stretched in front of him.

Cohen: What's he so happy about?

Copeland: Guess we'll find out.

Rush isn't too happy that Dave (the GM) has interrupted him but he decides to drop his microphone to hear him out.

Dave: Ah... the prodigal son has returned home with the Eurasian championship!

Rush and the audience seems a little confused at Dave's remarks.

Dave: I hate to interrupt you but when I saw you out here for the first time since defending your title a few weeks ago I was astonished and I had to come out here to see it for myself and by golly, you're actually here. I honestly didn't think you weren't going to come back.

Rush goes to respond but Dave cuts him off.

Dave: Don't you dare pull a stunt like that again!

The crowd cheers as Dave is now serious with Rush lowering his microphone.

Dave: Do you even know the severity of the situation you have caused yourself because you decided to no-show every autograph signing, charity event and televised show? I've had to personally apologize to many people about your disappearance where I had to lie about it. You can imagine how happy I was trying to cover for you and say you had a family emergency. Someone who does something like this does not deserve to be a champion of any kind and you're lucky I'm not stripping of your title because if the decision was unanimous between myself and the other General Managers, I'd be taking the belt myself... but just because I can't take it doesn't mean someone else can't.

I don't know if you were watching Rush but thanks to the Roulette Wheel, two men are now the #1 contenders for your Eurasian championship. Since these two men are involved in a tag team match later on, I can't schedule the title match for tonight and I'm certainly not waiting until the Lethal Lottery to make that match. So, next week, you'll be defending the title against Triple X & Mason Westhoff in a Triple Threat match and if you don't decide to show up for that match, then I'll be stripping you of your title and you won't be allowed to compete for the Eurasian title again!

The crowd cheers heavily as Rush just stares at Big Dave.

Copeland: Wow... the General Manager has just laid down the law.

Cohen: This is ridiculous - he can't do that!

Copeland: Looks like he just did.

Dave: See you next time Rush... oh, and one more thing. Since you aren't competing tonight, you can get yourself out of my ring before you waste up more of my time.

The Meltdown theme music plays as Dave exits to the back, leaving Rush in the ring thinking about what has happened. He nods to himself before dropping the microphone and exiting the ring.

Copeland: Looks like we have ourselves a main event for next week set: Rush will defend his Eurasian title against Mason Westhoff & Triple X and should Rush not turn up, he'll be forfeiting the title!

Cohen: Although the punishment is harsh, I don't see a reason why Rush shouldn't turn up. He'll be walking out next week with the title regardless of what happens.

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is set for one fall.

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Harrys: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 225lbs, The Second City Daredevil, Ricky Runn!

The crowd pops as Ricky emerges from behind the curtain. He hypes the crowd for a few seconds before wiping his paint stained hands on his pants and sprinting to the ring. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and continues to hype the crowd, though the ref and Harrys keep their distance from the accident prone star.

Copeland: Ricky Runn, former tag team champion, helping us kick start the action here tonight. The Chicago native always guarantees fast paced action.

Cohen: Who let the monkey out of the cage? I was hoping the beating he got during the Roulette Rounds would keep him away for a while.

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Harrys: And his opponent, from Out of the World, weighing in at 200lbs, Krypto!

The arena spotlights pick up Krypto as he is nearing the barricade, being washed over the crowd by a sea of hands. When he lands he brushes himself off, slapping hands with a few fans before rolling into the ring and sizing up his opponent.

Copeland: Krypto will be looking to rebound after failing to gain a shot at the Mayhem title last week. The combination of Runn and Krypto should make this one a face paced affair and...Jack what are you doing?

Cohen: Making up some score cards since this is going to quickly turn into a gymnastics competition.

Runn swings his arms back and forth stretching out as Krypto hops from foot to foot. The bell rings and the two are quickly into a tie up. Runn uses his size advantage to take control. He isolates an arm and works an arm wrench. Krypto fights it all the way, but can't prevent it from being applied. Just before Krypto can break free, Runn kicks the arm. As Krypto holds his arm in pain, Runn advances with some sharp kicks. Eventually Krypto is forced into the ropes and the ref breaks them up. Runn turns to back away, Krypto however takes advantage by running and jumping onto the back of the former tag champ. He tries to secure a sleeper hold, but Runn is able to fight it off. Krypto refuses to let go so Ricky backs into a corner and rams his opponent into the turnbuckle. A second, then a third slam causes Krypto to lose his grip, left seated on the top turnbuckle. Ricky rubs his neck for a moment before he turns to face his opponent. As he tries to grab hold of Krypto, the alien kicks Runn away. With enough distance Krypto stands and jumps from the second rope, nailing Runn with a dropkick. Runn rolls out of the ring to catch his breath as Krypto pops to his feet and poses for the crowd. Before Runn is able to get back in the ring however Krypto takes a running start and dives through the ropes, crashing into the daredevil to a huge pop from the crowd.

Copeland: Some nice back and forth thus far from the two high fliers, particularly Krypto.

Cohen: Meh, the East German judge only gave that one a six.

The ref begins his ten count with the crowd chanting for more, Krypto gets to his feet and hops onto of the barricade. As he steadies himself, Ricky struggles to his feet. The ref is at four when Krypto dives and lands a cross body on Runn. The crowd is still in a frenzy as Krypto holds his stomach and climbs to his feet. He rolls into the ring and soaks in the cheers of the crowd. The ref is at eight when Runn finally climbs back into the ring. Krypto still has his back turned as Runn approaches. He hits his unsuspecting foe with with Hell Yeah and hooks the leg 1...2...and Krypto kicks out! Runn stays on the attack and pulls Krypto to his feet. He Irish whips him into the ropes and takes him down with an arm drag on the rebound. Krypto pops up and charges, but again Runn takes him down with an arm drag. Krypto is slower to his feet this time, but charges again. Runn sidesteps him though and runs in the opposite direction, before spring boarding and nailing his foe with a moonsault. He stays on top for the cover 1...2...and again the alien kicks out!

Copeland: Runn in control here, scoring two near falls in quick succession, the second coming off a near picture perfect springboard moonsault.

Cohen: I'll give it a seven point five.

The former champ lifts Krypto to his feet. He fires off a couple of quick kicks to the legs before he leaps, and hits the RickyRana! Instead of going for the cover, he signals to the crowd that he wants to fly. He hops to the top rope, and acknowledges the crowd before he leaps, looking for R&R! He rotates and connects with nothing but canvas! Krypto, who was able to roll out of the way at the last second, waits for Runn to stand. When he does he runs up from behind, grabbing him around the waist and running him into the ropes. He uses the momentum to roll Ricky up 1...2...3!

Harrys: Here is your winner, Krypto!

Krypto jumps up and down with excitement after his win. Ricky looks disappointed, but nods his approval as he rolls out of the ring defeated. Krypto slides out of the ring himself and runs into the crowd to continue his celebration.

Copeland: Solid win for Krypto here to kick off Meltdown. If the rest of the night follows this action, we are in for a treat.

Cohen: I'm just glad the little girl's tumbling hour is over and we can get to some real wrestling.

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Scene opens with Showtime David Cougar in his locker room getting ready for his match later tonight. Showtime hears his phone ring and takes it out of his bag to answer.

Showtime: Hello? Oh hey how is it going?

Sorry about the other day. I had a very sleepless night and..... what... well I’m glad to hear you’re really happy. What’s the reason? No... I don’t know...

Two tickets to Lethal Lottery... and plane tickets as well. Wow that... that really is a great present, really wish I'd have thought of that. No, no... I didn’t make any calls or tell anyone to send some over. I didn’t think you two would want to come and see me compete..... Who does it say the tickets were from? No name, well where were they sent from?

Buckingham, England, eh? Definitely haven’t been there in a while..... Yeah I know a couple people from Buckingham. Was there a note?

“Enjoy The Final Act” Yeah... I think I know what that means. I’ll take care of this.

Showtime hangs up the phone and puts it back in his bag. He looks up at the clock and then quickly resumes putting his hear on.

Copeland: Who was on the phone with Showtime, and who could’ve sent the tickets?

Cohen: I have a feeling Showtime knows and we’re going to find out here tonight.

Copeland: Meltdown resumes after the break. You heard it from Cohen, you do not want to miss what will happen here tonight.

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Celeste Crimson makes her way out with a blank look on her face. Cheers rise through the crowd as Celeste stands at the top of the ramp. Rather than her usual cold steel stare she simply walks up into the ring, hopping over the top rope and stands in the corner, rubbing her arms with her hands.

Copeland: Celeste doesn't seem to be her normal self tonight. After losing last week in a triple threat World Title match, I would have expected her to be fired up and ready to go tonight. It appears though, that her and her tag team partner Sandy Deserts are not exactly getting along.

Cohen: She seems nervous Seabass, and I certainly don't blame her. She's facing the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Title. As for Sandy, I think it's just a bout of jealousy on Celeste's side.

Harrys: Introducing first, weighing in at 165 lbs, Celeste Crimson!

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Steven Holmes makes his way out and the crowd immediately blasts him with boos. Holmes mocks the crowd with a deep bow at the top of the entrance stage before walking slowly down the ramp to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and enters the ring through the ropes. He stands in the center of the ring, holding his head high as the boos continue to cascade down around him.

Harrys: And her opponent, weighing in at 235 lbs, The Elite Steven Holmes!

Copeland: Holmes seems to be rather confident coming into this match. He walked out on the fatal fourway submission match on Ascension two weeks ago, choosing to forego victory and save himself.

Cohen: I don't blame him. He's got a world title match in a few short weeks, there's no reason for him to risk injury or any major damage before going into that match.

Copeland: We'll see if he does it again here tonight.

Referee Keith Morse signals for the bell as Holmes and Celeste immediately lock up in the center of the ring. Holmes uses his weight advantage and pushes Celeste back into the corner. Referee Morse calls for the break as Holmes slowly backs away with his hands up but immediately goes for a punch. Celeste ducks under and hits a few stiff chops to the chest before whipping Holmes across the other corner. Celeste rushes forward and hits a beautiful dropkick in the corner, dropping Holmes to a seated position. Celeste gets up and begins throwing strike after strike, suddenly letting out a scream of frustration. The ref starts the five count and at four is finally able to pull Celeste off of Holmes. Referee Morse admonishes Celeste in the center of the ring but Celeste shoves him away from her and goes after Holmes but he's able to hotshot her onto the top turnbuckle to get some distance. Holmes walks to another corner, holding his mouth from the strikes. As Celeste pulls herself back up, a look of rage forms on Holmes' face before rushing towards her, hitting a high knee. Celeste drops to the mat and Holmes goes for the pin, 1............2......... Celeste kicks out.

Copeland: Celeste is usually a cool customer in the ring, but she just let her emotions get the best of her and Holmes was able to capitalize.

Cohen: Whatever is bothering her she needs to get it out of her head. She can't lose her focus on a man like Steven Holmes.

Holmes gets up and backs into the ropes before coming forward and dropping a knee across the forehead of Celeste. Celeste puts her hand to her head as she tries to stagger up. Holmes quickly clotheslines her over the ropes to the outside, Celeste crashing hard on her back. Holmes stands in the center of the ring, holding his arm up eliciting another round of booing from the crowd. He takes his time exiting the ring, slamming his hand on the mat as he lands. He grabs hold of Celeste and rams her back first into the barrier. Celeste nearly doubles over from the impact but Holmes doesn't let up, reigning down fists. He wraps his arms around her and spins around, dropping her again back first onto the ground with a belly to belly suplex. Referee Morse had already begun the count, now up to four as he yells at Holmes to bring the match back into the ring. Holmes ignores him as he stands over Celeste, dragging her up to her feet. He goes to whip her into the steel steps but Celeste reverses, sending Holmes shoulder first into the steps! Celeste drops to one knee briefly before sliding back into the ring. Referee Morse's count is up to six as Holmes cringes in pain on the outside. At the count of eight Holmes is able to stagger back up and slide in to break the count.

Copeland: Holmes was focusing on the back, setting up for the Aristocracy Reigns but Celeste was able to get a much needed reversal and a chance to recover.

Cohen: That was a great reversal, but I think the damage has been done already to Celeste.

Both Celeste and Holmes struggle to their feet, but Celeste is up first and out of nowhere hits a jumping enziguri, dropping Holmes face first to the mat from the impact of the kick. Celeste holds her lower back as she rolls Holmes over and hooks the near leg, 1..........2......Holmes kicks out. Celeste sits up for a brief moment, slamming her fist down onto the mat before getting to her feet. She grabs hold of Holmes by the hair before wrapping her arms around him, delivering a belly to belly suplex of her own. She gets back to her feet quickly as Holmes is down. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle, motioning for Holmes to get up. As he does just that she comes off the top rope, she connects with a big thrust kick right to the chest, sending Holmes crashing to the ground and rolling to the outside. Celeste lands hard on her back, though she shows no immediate pain. She gets up slowly as Holmes tries to pull himself up onto the apron. She goes to grab him but Holmes is able to break free before pulling Celeste throat first across the top rope. Holmes lands on his feet and smiles evilly as he waves his finger at Celeste. Celeste holds her throat as Holmes climbs back into the ring. He hooks her from behind and delivers a perfectly executed German Suplex. He bridges the suplex, 1..........2........Celeste kicks out!

Cohen: Holmes has Celeste exactly where he wants her. He's had an answer for everything she's thrown at him.

Copeland: Perhaps but Celeste has shown she's not an easy out in the ring. She may be able to just out last Holmes for the win.

Holmes drags Celeste to her feet, pushing her forward into the ropes before hitting an elbow to the back. He does it again before pushing her against the ropes, delivering a stiff knee to the back. Referee Morse tells Holmes to get her off the ropes. He obliges with a belly to back suplex, and Celeste is in serious trouble. He drags her back up and lifts her up with a standing suplex, holding her up in the air for a few moments before crashing her down hard on the back once more. Holmes quickly flips her over and locks in the Aristocracy Reigns! The crowd boos heavily as Holmes leans back deep into the hold. Celeste struggles against the hold as Referee Morse asks Celeste if she wishes to give up. She shakes her head no but she's stuck in the center of the ring. The crowd begins to get behind Celeste, cheering loudly for her as she continues struggling to get out of the hold.

Cohen: It's over Seabass. There's nowhere for Celeste to go and Holmes nearly has her bent in half!

Copeland: Celeste is determined to not give up Jack. She's continuing to fight against the hold!

Celeste grips her hands into fists as she continues to fight, finally wrapping her arms around Holmes' legs and slowly getting to one knee. With one burst she is able to get to both feet, with Holmes on her back! She backs up hard into the corner, forcing Holmes to break the hold. She stumbles forward but as Holmes steps forward to grab her again she hits the Spirit Crusher out of desperation to the delight of the crowd! Both drop hard to the mat, as Referee Morse checks on both. He begins the ten count as neither are moving an inch on the mat.

1...........
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5...........
6...........Celeste begins to slowly stir as Holmes grabs hold of the bottom rope.
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8............Celeste is to one knee as is Holmes.
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Both pull themselves up to their feet and Holmes goes for a strike. Celeste blocks it and hits a punch of her own. She begins throwing strike after strike before suddenly hitting a leg cradle suplex! She gets up and positions herself for a standing moonsault, connecting with a perfect flip! She hooks the leg, 1..........2........Holmes suddenly reverses into a cradle, getting his feet up onto the ropes out of view of Referee Morse, 1.............2............3! Celeste kicks out just after the three count and Holmes quickly rolls to his feet.

Harrys: Here is your winner by pinfall, Steven Holmes!

Copeland: Unbelievable, Celeste had the advantage but Holmes had to cheat to get the victory!

Cohen: It was a genius move by Holmes. You just can't accept it Seabass, but in this company you do what you have to get the victory. Holmes understands that better than anyone else.

Referee Morse holds Holmes' arm up in victory to deafening boos from the crowd. Celeste sits up in the ring and stares down Holmes before dropping her head. She slams her hand in the mat as Holmes continues to keep his eyes on Celeste. Celeste looks up and sees Holmes looking towards her. Her face looks pained, yet confused before she rolls out of the ring.

Copeland: I wonder what that look was for from The Elite one.

Cohen: Just admiring his work Seabass.

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The crowd pops and Holmes eyes turn up towards the entrance stage. The music blares and lights shine on the stage and ramp. Suddenly Holmes’ brother Erik appears, hoping over the guard rail. He stands on the ramp and waits for Showtime to walk out, but the World Champion does not show up.

Copeland: Showtime’s music is playing, but the champion has not come out yet.

Cohen: Probably got cold feet once Erik Holmes arrived on the scene.

Showtime has still not appeared yet, so Erik walks up the ramp and through the curtain in search of him. As soon as Erik disappears, Showtime leaps over the guard rail and sneaks up from behind. Holmes turns around just in time to see Showtime spear him to the ground. Showtime stays on top of Holmes and strikes him in the face, the only thing Holmes is able to do is hold his arms up in defense.

Copeland: Showtime has appeared and is unloading on Holmes.

Cohen: Where is Erik? He needs to save his brother.

Showtime gets off of Holmes and starts to stomp on him. He gets one or two in before Celeste slides out of the ring, grabbing him from behind by the waist. She lifts Showtime off the ground and pulls him away from Holmes, shoving him into the ring where she enters. Whilst Showtime is free from restraint, he tries going after Holmes but Celeste is able to non-violently grab Showtime and keep him at bay inside the ring. Erik returns to ringside and grabs his brother and pulls him away from the action before Showtime is able to get to the outside. Showtime gets to the ropes as Holmes and his brother begin to walk up the ramp to safety. Showtime turns and yells at Celeste and then returns his attention to Holmes. Holmes smiles and Celeste lowers her head and leaves Showtime alone in the ring.

Cohen: What the hell was Showtime doing out here attacking Holmes? He practically blindsided him.

Copeland: May have had something to do with that phone call Showtime received earlier. Whoever Showtime was talking to, he did not like the fact Holmes knows where they live.

Cohen: This is what you have to expect from Holmes. I’d say Showtime is getting off easy. Triple X had a bounty on him, and Showtime’s getting free tickets sent to his acquaintances.

Copeland: Be that as it may, it seems this feud between them is getting personal. I’m also curious as to why Celeste suddenly came to Holmes’ aid yet she was able to abandon Showtime when he needed help...

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We see Triple X in a locker room doing up his laces on his wrestling boots whilst Mikey Stormrage is doing push-up's. X looks over to Mikey a couple of times who has a serious look on his sweaty face as he continues the push-up's. Triple X stands up as and walks next to Mikey.

X: I know it's great to stay fit and prepare for your next match but you've been doing push-up's for the last 10 minutes. You don't want to tire yourself out for the match...

Mikey does not respond but finishes off his push-ups.

X: ... speaking of, that's in a few minutes. Well if you're ready, I'll just go grab my shirt from the bathroom and we can head out together so we won't have to worry about any more ambushes.

As X goes to the bathroom, Mikey gets up, wipes the sweat off his face and exits the locker room in a hurry. A couple of seconds later, Triple X appears as he puts on his shirt, looking around the room in confusion as to where he could have gone.

X: Mikey... damnit...

X rushes out of the room, in search of Mikey.

Copeland: Where did Stormrage go?

 

[Viola Moonlight]

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

Just as Harrys finishes his sentence, the lights in the arena go dim and only camera flashes illuminate the arena. Then, a familiar theme begins playing through the speakers:

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The crowd boos heavily as they recognize the song to belong to the Altar's. After a few seconds of the song playing, a light shines on the stage behind a man on his knees with his arms out-stretched; Mason Westhoff, wearing religious garments. He gets up with his arms still out-stretched as he walks down the ramp.

Copeland: Uh... where's Mystique?

Mason continues walking down and reaches ringside where he throws his arms towards the ring, causing a spotlight to shine in the ring where Grand Mystique is seen sitting on the turnbuckle, arms out-stretched as well. The two men pose in the same positions for a few seconds.

Harrys: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 602 pounds; Brother Mason Westhoff & the Grand Mystique; The Sacrificial Altar!

Copeland: This all seems rather eerie.

Cohen: Well Seabass, this is all psychological tec-.

Copeland: Wait a minute!

As soon as Westhoff has finished disrobing and goes to enter the ring, a big figure comes and steam-rolls Westhoff over to a cheering audience. The lights quickly cut back on and it reveals to be Stormrage who is clenching and unclenching his fists, staring a hole right through GM who has since slid off the top turnbuckle and into the ring.

Copeland: Stormrage can't wait until the match - he wants a piece of GM right now!

Cohen: Still no excuse for your rudeness in interrupting m-.

Copeland: And here comes his tag team partner, Triple X, as well to even the odds.

Cohen: Ugh...

The crowd cheers as Triple X jogs down the ramp as fast as possible whilst removing his shirt, following behind Stormrage as he slides into the ring and looks to go after GM. However, referee Keith Morse steps in front, much to the disdain of the crowd, and refuses Mikey to get his hands on GM prior to the contest. As the two are distracted, this gives enough time for Westhoff to slide into the ring and attack Mikey from behind, dropping him to the ground as the referee steps out of the way. Westhoff looks to advance but Triple X prevents him doing so, forcing the referee to once again intervene by getting in between Westhoff & Triple X, demanding them to get in their corners or they will be reprimanded as Stormrage recovers from the shot.

Copeland: It's bedlam out here. A lot of tempers riding high tonight.

Cohen: Considering X & Westhoff are going to be fighting for the Eurasian title soon as well as Stormrage's beef with Mystique, I could see why this contest might get a little heated. Thanks for pointing that fact out for us.

The referee has managed to get Triple X into his corner whilst GM has already opted to be on the apron, leaving Westhoff & an almost recovered Stormrage standing in the ring with the referee. As Mikey gets to his feet, the referee checks both parties before ringing the bell.

Immediately, Stormrage advances on Westhoff with a toe kick to the stomach before grabbing his arm to deliver a nasty short arm clothesline, knocking Westhoff down. Quickly, Westhoff rolls to the outside of the ring but Stormrage goes after him at the same pace. Westhoff walks around the ring trying to recover but Stormrage catches up, turning Westhoff around and leveling him with a knee strike before smacking his head against the apron and forcing him into the ring. He gets back into the ring as Westhoff is using the ropes to get to his feet. Stormrage gets to Westhoff and lifts him up, whipping him across the ring. Westhoff comes back with a clothesline attempt but Stormrage lifts him up and drops him down with backbreaker. Instead of going for a cover, Stormrage gets to his feet and looks at GM, pointing to Westhoff before pointing to him. He turns his attention back to Westhoff, picking him up and tossing him into his corner where he makes the tag to Triple X. Stormrage then whips Westhoff across the ring as X enters the ring, allowing both men to hit a double Samoan drop. The referee tells Stormrage to leave the ring as X goes for the cover... 1... 2... kick-out by Westhoff. X gets to his feet as Westhoff once again goes to the ropes to try and get some leverage. X goes over to his opponent and performs a dropkick to the back of Westhoff, causing him to drop down to his hands and knees. X headlocks Westhoff and brings him to his feet, looking to capitalize with a DDT or neckbreaker but X's delay allows Westhoff to use the positioning to deliver a standing face-breaker knee smash. X staggers back from the impact and Westhoff hits a lariat on X, knocking him down and allowing Westhoff enough time to recover. GM calls over Westhoff to bring X to him to which he obliges, dragging X by the legs and gets the tag. Westhoff props X in the corner and the two members of the Altar stomp away on X before the referee forces Westhoff back on the ropes. They tag once more and again stomp on X until the referee orders them to discontinue. They repeat this process one more time, ending up with GM as the legal man and the referee warning the two to cut their shenanigans as Westhoff gets on the apron.

Cohen: Where do we hire these referees? This is pure tag team wrestling strategy - nothing wrong with isolating your opponent.

Copeland: But by squashing them with your boots in the corner where activity is usually illegal? Keith is doing a good job at keeping this contest fair which is how it should be, Jack.

X is crawling towards Stormrage who is desperate for a tag but GM steps in between the two, grabbing the head of X and gouges at his eyes. The ref reaches a count of 4 to force GM to stop who only ignores the ref's warnings and turns to Stormrage who is annoyed by GM's actions. Mystique picks up X and Irish whips him hard into the Altar's corner before running at X with a running back splash. X drops to his knees and clutches his back as GM pulls X back, picking X up and delivering a high impact spinebuster, continuing the assault on the back. GM goes for the cover... 1... 2... kick-out by X to keep this match going. Westhoff shouts encouragement from the corner as GM slowly gets to his feet, bringing X up with him. When the two are both standing, GM locks in a bearhug and clutches tight across the back of X who screams in pain. The referee asks X is he wishes to submit but he shakes his head furiously, trying to figure a way out. GM sees Stormrage reaching out as far as he can to X, deciding it would be amusing to tease them. He gets close enough to Stormrage so that X and Stormrage's arms are only a couple of inches apart from creating a legal tag before GM walks in the direction of his corner. GM turns his head to see Stormrage's fury but this allows an opening for X to bell clap GM hard, causing some trauma for GM. X does it a couple more times before GM drops him, holding his ears. X lands on his knees and does his best to get up quickly, nailing GM with an enzuigiri. GM staggers as X gets up again, looking to build some steam as he runs at GM with a spinning heel kick to take him down. X crawls his way over to Stormrage who is desperate for a tag as GM recovers slowly who uses the referee's shirt as a way of getting to his feet. X eventually heads over to Stormrage and gets the tag, garnering a huge pop from the crowd as Stormrage enters and charges at GM. The referee, now finished with GM, stops Mikey in his tracks and orders him on the apron as he did not see the tag. An irate Stormrage tries to appeal his case but the referee forces Stormrage back as X is attempting to get to his feet. From behind, GM attacks X from behind with an elbow before whipping X into his corner, walking over to tag in Westhoff.

Copeland: That sly and cunning Mystique used the referee to his own advantage, obstructing his view from seeing the tag take place.

Cohen: It's called being smart.

Copeland: It's called avoiding Stormrage and making him more angry. I hope for GM's sake, he doesn't get Mikey too mad otherwise he'll be regretting toying with him.

We return to the action to see Westhoff delivering a snap powerslam with X continuing to clutch his back as Westhoff gets to his feet, measuring up X to hit a standing leg drop. He goes for the cover on X... 1... 2... kick-out once more. Westhoff leans on his knees and looks at GM, shrugging his shoulders and asking for guidance on what to do next. GM stops to look at Stormrage for a moment before signaling to end the match. Stormrage reacts with rage and stomps on the steel steps in a rhythm to get the crowd clapping for X. Westhoff ignores the crowd reaction as he puts a knee in the back of X and holds his arms backs for a submission. X shakes his head and refuses to submit, using the energy of the crowd to slowly get to his feet and twist around the arms of Westhoff to do a backslide pin. However, Westhoff is able to counter this into his own backslide but with a variation - a backslide driver. As Westhoff goes to execute, X flips over and transitions the move into a hurricanrana, sending Westhoff across the ring. Westhoff is quick to get back to his feet as X lays on the ground. Mason staggers slightly towards X but the crafty straight-edge star kicks out the shins of Westhoff who falls onto the knee of X (face-first). Westhoff stumbles back as X performs a kip-up, locking the head of Westhoff and hitting a DDT. The crowd once again gets behind X and clap loudly for him, cheering for him to make a tag to Stormrage as X slowly crawls to his corner. Westhoff begins to recover and thinks about doing the same with GM but the Altar's leader tells Westhoff not to tag him and stick with "the plan." It takes Westhoff a couple of seconds to soak what GM said to him and stops crawling to GM in favour of getting to his feet to stop X tagging in Stormrage... but it is too late as X has made the tag to Stormrage to a huge roar. The referee sees this tag and signals for Mikey to get in. He does and charges at Westhoff, knocking him down with a couple of clotheslines before turning his attention to GM. Stormrage runs at GM but he drops from the apron before any damage occurs, allowing Stormrage to focus on Westhoff and take him down with a running crossbody. Stormrage rolls off as Westhoff tries getting to his feet as quick as he can to stop the onslaught but Stormrage wraps his arms around Westhoff, looking to deliver a belly-to-belly suplex. Before he can do so, GM enters the ring and looks to intervene which causes Stormrage to toss Westhoff aside in favour of GM but the referee gets in-between them, allowing GM to get back on the apron. From behind, Westhoff hits a running basement dropkick to the back of Stormrage's knee, causing him to drop instantly. Stormrage clutches his knee as Westhoff looks to tag in GM.

Cohen: That's the true wrestling skill of Westhoff right there - one swift blow to the back of the knees and any opponent is out.

Copeland: I hope Stormrage isn't seriously injured though.

Westhoff tags in GM as Stormrage tags in X, with X charging at the bigger man. GM goes for a clothesline but X ducks, rebounding off with a running forearm smash that only causes GM to stagger back. X uses this distance to hit a running front dropkick, knocking GM into the corner. He grabs GM and goes for the Black Out - as he drops GM into the middle turnbuckle, GM blows the blood mist into the face of X as a desperation move. Although hitting the move as GM staggers back, the blinded X cannot see but after a second of struggling with trying to see, he decides to go for everything and hits the X-Rated!.... but it was on Westhoff who stepped in on behalf of GM, pushing him out of the way. X drops his guard as he tries to remove the mist but GM takes advantage, enabling him to hit the Big Bang! X is out as GM quickly goes for the cover... 1... 2... 3!

The referee signals for the bell as Stormrage has gotten to his feet, looking to go after GM who has managed to slide out of the ring, bringing Westhoff out with him. Stormrage's limp in his leg prevents him from catching either man as they escape up the ramp. Mikey opts to stay in the ring as the Altar's music plays through the speakers with the crowd booing heavily at the victory.

Harrys: Here are your winners; the Sacrificial Altar!

Copeland: That blood mist is dangerous - GM could have severely damaged the eye sight of Triple X with that.

Cohen: The point of the mist is to temporarily disorientated your opponent as a last resort to secure you the victory. I see no difference in how GM used it tonight.

Copeland: I think it's unfair and what's worse is that he Westhoff sacrificed himself so his leader can gain the victory.

Cohen: Hence the name - don't you get wrestling by now, Seabass? You do what you have to do to get the win and that mentality made the Altar the better men than both X & Stormrage.

Stormrage is down on one knee tending to X with the referee who has a towel and some water, allowing X to wash and wipe his eyes to restore his vision. X apologies to Stormrage for the loss but Stormrage ignores the comment, looking back at Mystique (and a groggy Westhoff) who gives Mikey a slow clap. Outraged, Mikey gets to his feet and storms around the ring in anger, looking clearly frustrated. The referee tries to go over to calm down Mikey to see if he is okay but Mikey does the unthinkable - he puts his hands on the referee's shirt, grabbing him and shaking him furiously. Stormrage yells at him, asking why he allows Grand Mystique to do these things but the referee manages to exit the stranglehold of Mikey, telling him to calm down. As this is going down, Triple X gets to his feet and pushes back Stormrage from doing anything. The Altar are still on the ramp, enjoying what they see. Satisfied, they leave through the curtain as Stormrage doesn't know what to think nor feel.

Copeland: This is far from over.

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We see Steven Holmes walking without Erik Holmes somewhere in the backstage area, wearing a suit and his face messed with a black eye. He is putting something in his pocket and a smirk steers across his face as he does so. However, he is troubling put the object into his pocket and looks down, trying to adjust his jacket. As he does this, he accidentally bumps into his opponent from tonight, Celeste Crimson. Holmes looks ready to fight but when he looks up to see that it is Celeste, they just stare at each other before Celeste slowly walks past him, keeping an eye on him until she safely passes. Holmes stops and turns back, watching Celeste walk the other way before the smirk re-appears on Holmes' face and he continues walking.

Copeland: Something's not right.

Cohen: We have a backstage altercation that doesn't result in a fight and you don't like it? Hypocrite.

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[Viola Moonlight]

Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one-fall!

The crowd rises to their feet in anticipation, recognizing that what follows is to be the main event of this evening’s show. They are prepared to cheer wildly when suddenly their excitement is dimmed considerably:

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As a wholly negative reception enters the arena, former heavyweight champion Drake Callahan enters. He stands tall at the top of the ramp, grinning like a cat. He begins to saunter down to the ring, eyeing up various members of the crowd, knowing in his mind that he knows better than they. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and look out to both his left and right, grinning wildly. He speeds up as he slides into the ring. He stands tall, raising his arms, almost taunting the crowd. The arena fills with vast booing, which only further intensifies as Callahan’s music dies down. He stands in the centre of the ring, only the symphony of boos showering him. He smiles wider and closes his eyes, embracing the reaction before suddenly the mood changes and the jeers turn to cheers:

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Bursting out of the curtain, the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, “Showtime” David Cougar enters to mass cheering. Drake Callahan’s mad grin is now a look of displeasure, “Showtime” having ruined his moment. Cougar though is not pleased and in fact semi-sprints to the ring, angered by events that transpired earlier tonight. He fists and clenched, his gaze focused on the ring. He slides in, unbuckles his belt and poses very briefly before backing off to his respective corner, just as Drake has done so too.

Harrys: Introducing first, to my left, from Cleveland, Ohio...

Knowing that Cougar is a Canadian, the arena erupts into boos. Drake again smiles, pleased with the reaction.

Harrys: ...weighing 215 pounds; DRAKE CALLAHAN!

Drake poses, raising his arms up high into the air and smiling like some sort of fantastical creature. Then Harrys continues:

Harrys: And his opponent...

Knowing already who this refers to, the crowd bursts into an emotion fueled fit of delight. The cheering is deafening.

Harrys: ...from Winnipeg in Canada, weighing 219 pounds; he is the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...

The crowd goes along with Harrys for the final part of his announcement:

Harrys: ...”SHOWTIME” DAVID COU-GAR!

Cougar unbuckles his championship and holds it high, allowing the adrenaline to wash over him. He is ready and so is Drake. The referee takes the belt and signals for the bell to start.

Copeland: This match is sure to be a classic. Two of the most tested veterans in WZCW colliding in a match oh so familiar to all of us.

Cohen: And this time Drake Callahan puts Cougar down for the count. Mark my words Seabass; this is Callahan’s match tonight.

The two rivals circle one another, Cougar still venting from the vents that transpired earlier in the show between himself and Steven Holmes. Drake has a sinister grin on his face and invites David Cougar to come at him. Cougar obliges launching at Drake, but the conspiracy theorist sidesteps the move and sloppily “Showtime” heads into the corner. He kicks out at it in frustration. Callahan saunters around him, cackling.

Cohen: An angry fighter is a sloppy fighter and Drake knows all too well what type of fighter Cougar is. This is Drake’s for the taking.

“Showtime” turns to see the laughing face of his nemesis and he cracks his neck, trying to refocus and get his head in the game. He nods, reassuring himself. He walks towards Drake who licks his lips. The two men lock-up in the centre of the ring to a cheer from the crowd. The two men are evenly matched as they have been so much throughout their careers in WZCW. Drake appears to have an upper hand as he forces “Showtime” back into the corner, but at the last second, Cougar reverses the predicament and has Callahan in the corner. He lights up Drake’s chest with a pair of knife edge chops drawing a collective set of ‘woos’ from the audience. The heavyweight champion backs off for a second only to hit Drake with a standing dropkick. Callahan’s head bounces off the top turnbuckle and he grabs it in pain before coming out of the corner. “Showtime” goes for the high impact early as he grabs Drake, putting him in position for the Ratings Crash! Drake though has his wits about him and smashes a collection of elbows into Cougar’s head, forcing him away. Waiting for his foe to turn around, Drake prepares to sprint at “Showtime”. He comes right at the World’s champion and executes a massive big boot to the face. He drops quickly into a cover. 1... KICK-OUT! Cougar tries to get up as quickly as possible, but the former champion Callahan gets into position for a swift DDT. Fortunately for Cougar, the ropes are nearby and he grabs them, forcing Drake back into the mat all alone. Rolling back up to his feet, Callahan tries for a second big boot, but Cougar is fully aware of the move by now and ducks before grabbing Drake and dropping him with a fast neckbreaker. He floats into a quick cover. 1...FOOT-ON-THE-ROPES!

Cohen: See that? Drake’s showing his intelligence by exerting less energy in putting his foot on the ropes compared to kicking out. Genius.

What isn’t so genius is that Drake has left his legs exposed and “Showtime” grabs both, trying to force Callahan onto his belly for a Texas Cloverleaf; Commercial Break! Drake frantically grabs the ropes before using his leg strength to try and force “Showtime” off. Relentless however, Cougar refuses to break his hold and keeps trying to lock the legs and twist. His head though is dipped enough for Drake to reach out and hook a small package! 1...2...KICK-OUT! Both men pop out as David Cougar forces himself free. They rise at the same time and distance themselves from one another to gain a quick breather. Drake smiles while David is deadly serious. They again lock-up like two titans and the y struggle for control. Somewhere in the struggle though, Drake manages to fling a finger into Cougar’s eye, allowing for control. He goes behind “Showtime” and grabs his arm. Attempting a Tiger Suplex, Callahan has Cougar’s arms. “Showtime” though is aware of Drake’s plan and hooks his left leg to block. This happens two times in total before Cougar throws his head backwards and cracks it off Callahan’s skull. It is only then that Drake releases Cougar. Both men spin to face one-another, hoping to unleash clotheslines. They take one another down. Quickly both men start to rise and they trade shots. David Cougar draws the vast majority of the cheers and his closed fist strikes, but Drake Callahan has some supporters too as he nails some straight jabs, though they are drowned out by the vast hatred of the crowd. Callahan, ever the intellect, decides to break this pattern by throwing a kick at Cougar’s knee to drop him to the mat. He quickly follows up and Drake nails the snap DDT. He goes for a cover: 1...2...KICK-OUT!

Slightly irate, Drake snarls and sneers. He looks at the fallen Cougar and drives a straight fist into his long-time foe’s face. He lifts Cougar’s body up and whips him into the corner. He follows up with a straight sprint and dropkick to his foe. David sinks further down in the corner. Pulling his enemy out of the corner, Drake goes into another cover. 1...2...KICK-OUT! Again he follows up with a couple of straight fists, always asserting his now control. Drake though is looking for high impact and smirks as he notes the turnbuckle. He decides it’s time for a bit of risk. He climbs to his feet and approaches the ring apron. He exits before ascending to the top. “Showtime” has shown no signs of movement thus far. Drake smiles before mocking Cougar by giving him an ‘up-yours gesture’. He dives off the top, hoping to nail a diving elbow, but “Showtime” rolls over. The look of panic on Drake’s face brings smiles to many no doubt as he crashes and ultimately burns.

Cohen: Oh, no!

Grabbing his elbow, Drake is in pain as David Cougar beings to get to his feet. Still partially wounded and groggy, Cougar is, at first, a bit staggered, but then he realizes what a prime opportunity this could be. He peels Drake from the mat and unleashes a clothesline. Feeling a second-wind perhaps rushing to his sails, Cougar drops a leg over Drake’s neck; a legdrop! He feels it and feed from the crowd. He can sense the end. He is to his feet. He claps once, the crowd follows. He notes this and does it again. The crowd again responds. For the first time in the match, “Showtime” smiles. He claps again and again and again, repeatedly with crowd following him each time. This appears to summon Drake who clambers to his feet and backs towards his opponent. Cougar hits the Showstopper! He goes into a cover: 1...2...KICK-OUT! Cougar is stunned, believing that was a quick end to this potentially lengthily battle.

Copeland: We are witnessing what could well be the start of a long battle between two great rivals...wait, is that--?

Swiftly to his feet, staring intently at the entrance way, Cougar’s frustration turns to anger. The crowd boos madly as Steven Holmes enters the arena. “Showtime’s” taped fists are tightly clenched and he gestures for Holmes, now dressed in a suit and sporting a black eye from the earlier assault to come down to ringside. Holmes merely smirks for a moment before dipping into his inside jacket pocket. He pulls out a cell-phone; the same one held by “Showtime” earlier tonight. Cougar is now livid. He prepares to exit the ring when suddenly, Drake catches him by surprise! He spins Cougar around and hoists him up quickly, bringing him down equally as fast; the Faded Memory! Drake falls onto a cover, hooking the leg; 1...2...3!

Harrys: Here is your winner; DRAKE CALLAHAN!

The arena pours its hatred onto both Holmes and Callahan as the former chuckles to himself, putting the phone back into his pocket. He turns and leaves a happy man.

Copeland: If Steven Holmes not only robbed “Showtime” the win here tonight, he cost us what could’ve been an epic battle.

Cohen: Perhaps, but he merely sped up the process of Drake’s inevitable win. David Cougar is but stunned in awe at Drake’s greatness don’t you know?

After getting his hand raised in victory, Drake walks over and grabs a mic from the ringside assistant.

Drake: Burna! I beat your puppet Showtime. Your rouge is over, get out here and tell the world the truth! Tell them that you are El Califa Dragon!

Drake looks towards the entrance stage, waiting for a response. A few moments pass and nothing happens. Drake looks frustrated as he walks towards the edge of the ring.

Drake: I always figured you were a coward Ty, but I never expected you cower like

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The crowd bursts into cheers as El Califa Dragon walks out onto the top of the entrance stage, mic in hand. He motions to cut the music as he begins speaking.

Califa: El Califa se cansa de que Drake Callahan. Ya he demostrado que soy mejor que tú. (El Califa grows tired of you Drake Callahan. I've already proven I'm better than you.)

Drake laughs as he exits the ring and stands at the bottom of the ramp.

Drake: That's cute Ty, when did you become a savant in Google Translate? Let's face it Ty, I just beat your attack dog Showtime in the center of this ring. The mirage is over, it's time to show the people that it's you under that mask!

El Califa begins laughing at the top of the entrance ramp, sliding off his robe and dropping it to the ground.

Califa: Drake, El Califa once thought it was insanity that he saw flashing in your eyes. El Califa was wrong. It's not insanity I see, it's fear. You fear the Demonio del Caos. You fear the truth Drake Callahan, it is not I that has caused your downfall from World Champion, it is your own shortcomings!

Drake: Lies! This is all your fault Ty, and it's time you pay for you getting involved in my business!

Califa: El Califa got involved in your business? If I'm not mistaken Drake, it is you that targeted me first! It doesn't matter to El Califa, he will end this, even if he has to do it right now!

El Califa and Drake both drop their mics and suddenly run towards each other. Califa surprises drake with the Rolling Fire, knocking the former Champion down. Califa gets up to his feet quickly and holds his arms up to cheers from the crowd. He backs up the ramp as Drake gets up to his knees, fuming at getting best. He stares down El Califa as the luchador points out to the crowd as he backs up. He turns but is suddenly taken out by the appearing Chris K.O. with The Sword! The crowd boos loudly as Chris stands over the luchador, staring down at Drake before nodding his head. Drake gets back to his feet as Chris mounts El Califa and begins delivering blow after blow. He gets up and both he and Drake begin delivering boot after boot to the out cold El Califa.

Copeland: This is disgusting. Chris K.O. has taken out another superstar, and now he appears to have aligned with Drake Callahan!

Cohen: It's high time that Chris joined this fight. Ty Burna is a menace and it's time for the White Knight to cleanse WZCW of him once and for all!

The two continue their assault before Drake lifts him up and hits The Faded Memory brainbuster right onto the stage. Drake stands up and looks to Chris and they nod to each other. They kneel down and begin to pull the mask off of El Califa when suddenly Showtime runs up the stage, swinging a chair towards the two. Drake and Chris back away as Showtime stands over El Califa, chair ready to strike. Chris and Drake converse before yelling at Showtime that he'll pay for getting in the middle of this before exiting to the back as Showtime checks on El Califa as Meltdown goes off the air.

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Who Wrote What:

FalK - Opening, Segments, Altar vs. Stormrage/X
Ty - Crimson vs. Holmes, Showtime/Callahan ending
Yaz - Krypto vs. Runn
Show - Crimson/Holmes ending, Segments
FunKay - Showtime vs. Callahan

Special thanks to Killjoy for the new Meltdown opening theme and the other promo video.​

Ascension may or may not be late for tomorrow but considering it is Easter Sunday for most of the Creative guys (not me, mine is today but I'm sick so no chocolate for me) so forgive us for that... we actually forgot that this weekend was Easter.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed MD and Happy Easter from Down Under.