[youtube]GfrTkDmDX2g[/youtube]
Kenneth Banks walks down the ramp, and over to the timekeeper area. He has private area set up for him directly behind the barricade, so that he can watch the next match.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen. It is now time for the main event. This tag team match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WZCW Eurasian Championship!
[youtube]nIFZsbEuMXE[/youtube]
Harrys: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Big Bad Roady and Andrew Adonis, weighing a combined 440 pounds, Mark Keaton and Xander LeBelle... Vis Imperium!
Mark Keaton makes his way out to the ramp with a big sneer on his face. Big Bad Roady follows him and yells at people to show respect. LeBelle and Adonis emerge a few moments later, all four men standing confidently as the crowd offers them a chorus of boos. Together, united as one, Vis Imperium makes their way down to the ring.
Copeland: With a new world champion having been crowned earlier this evening, what must those two be thinking after that pep talk from Justin Cooper?
Cohen: It’s a do or die situation here tonight, Seabass. I guarantee it. A lot of people want to see Tyrone Blades gone from this company, but even more want to see Vis Imperium disband.
Connor: Option B certainly is the favorite, but what if fans vote on Blades career being placed on the line? It would be a huge victory for Vis if they can take out both Hollow Ones here tonight.
[youtube]C3hfv5MDK-w[/youtube]
Harrys: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 450 pounds, the team of WZCW Hall of Famers Tyrone Blades and the WZCW Eurasian Champion, Titus Avison!
Blades and Titus enter together. They receive a standing ovation as they make their way down the ramp. Titus holds up his title, and screams “two years!” Tyrone glares at Vis Imperium, and is already talking shit. Blades slides into the ring under the bottom rope, while Titus climbs the steps and enters through the middle. They meet in the middle of the ring, and bump fists with each other as they stare down their opponents.
The score for the stipulations are shown on the tron…
A) Tyrone Blades' Career On The Line – 14%
B) Vis Imperium Will Disband If They Lose – 86%
Copeland: Overwhelming support from the fans for option B.
Cohen: Told you…
Connor: I say this possess another question, would Keaton or LeBelle turn on each other for the chance to win the Eurasian title, or do they remain loyal to Vis Imperium.
Cohen: What kind of question is that, Cat? Of course, these guys are going to remain loyal to the cause. They are like brothers. The bond they share is much deeper than that of the Hollow Ones. Just a few weeks ago Blades and Titus were battling it out just like any other competitors. Every title has changed hands so far tonight and I know we are finally going to see the Eurasian Championship change hands after two years.
Mark Keaton is starting for his team, as Titus and Blades talk things over in their corner. Titus mouths “I got this” and slaps his partner playfully on the chest. Blades returns the gesture, as Titus moves to the center of the ring. The crowd is already solidly behind the Hollow Ones. Referee Akiyama holds the Eurasian title belt above his head, before signaling for the bell.
*DING DING*
Titus is eager to start, and begs Mark to lock up with him, but the Remarkable one stalls. He tentatively locks up with the Keystone native, and Titus quickly grabs a headlock. He takes Keaton over to the mat, and applies pressure. Mark quickly begins to get to his feet, but Titus flips him over his shoulder and begins slapping the back of his head. Keaton recovers and scurries away. Titus mocks him, and boots him in the face. He drags his opponent to his feet, while holding a front facelock, and quickly drives Keaton back first into the turnbuckle. He assaults the man with a European uppercut. And then other. And then a third, until Keaton is feeling woozy. Titus grabs him and whips him across the ring and into the adjacent turnbuckle, and follows him in with a running clothesline. He drops Keaton with a swinging neckbreaker, before pushing him back towards his corner, and tags in Blades. The ex-occultist swiftly enters the ring and begins pounding away on Keaton in the corner. He chokes him against the ropes with his boot, as the referee delivers a warning. Blades slaps him, taunting him. “This is what ya wanted, right!” He lifts Keaton to his feet, and drives him face first into the middle turnbuckle. He collapses to the ground in a heap, as Blades measures him. He sprints to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and nails Keaton in the back of the head with a running stomp. He tags Titus back into the match. The Eurasian champion grabs Keaton out of the corner, and nails a northern lights suplex, but instead of bridging, he keeps him arms locked. Titus rolls through, and hits another suplex, this time with a bridge, and makes the first cover…
1…
2…
But Keaton quickly kicks out.
Copeland: Fierce, quick attacks from the Hollow Ones right out of the gate. They aren’t showing any mercy tonight.
Cohen: Blades wouldn’t have any mercy even if his career weren’t on the line.
Connor: Keaton and LeBelle wanted this match. They agreed to it. Certainly, they were expecting Blades and Titus to do their worst.
Titus locks in a sleeper hold, and starts to wear Keaton down even further. The self-styled Rockstar flips him off, taking Titus down to the mat. He recovers, only to be met with a body slam. Keaton grabs Titus in front face lock and pushes him back towards his corner, and tags in LeBelle. Keaton holds Titus against the turnbuckle, as Xander delivers a stiff shot to his ribs. Titus screams in pain, as LeBelle pummels him in the corner. The veteran is trapped. LeBelle grabs Titus, and pushes him face first into the top turnbuckle. He follows that up with a stiff looking elbow to the back of his head. He smashes his forearm into Titus’ lower back repeatedly, and then tags Keaton back into the ring. Keaton grabs Titus from the corner, and hits a side suplex. He applies a headlock and starts to wear Titus down. Tyrone cheers his partner on, as Titus draws strength from the fans. He slowly begins to get to his feet, and elbows Keaton in the ribs. He responds by cutting off Titus’ momentum with a stiff shot to the gut. Keaton grabs his opponent’s tights with his right arm, while secretly choking him with his left. Akiyama commands him to release Titus’ tights, but doesn’t see the choke. Keaton turns, keeping the legal maneuver out of sight, while Titus gasps for air. The crowd is booing, practically pelting the ring with trash in protest of this madness. Finally, the ref sees the choke, and forces Keaton to break the hold. He hoists Titus up, and nails a backbreaker. He makes a cover, draping the left side of his body across Titus, while punching him in the ribs repeatedly with his right fist.
1…
2…
But Titus gets the shoulder up.
Copeland: What a cowardly display from Keaton. Does he plan on breaking every single rule in the book tonight?
Connor: Keaton might start a riot here tonight.
Cohen: I haven’t seen a play like that one in years. I wonder whose tapes he’s been watching? Either that, or he’s a genius at breaking the rules.
Keaton whips Titus into his corner, and follows him in with a spear to the gut. He tags in LeBelle again. Xander hits two knife edged chops, the sound echoing through the arena. He then slaps Titus hard across the chest, as the hall of famer collapses to his knees. The opportunistic wrestler drags Titus out of the corner and locks in a sleeper hold, trying to do as much damage as he can. “This isn’t about the Eurasian title, this is about survival!” he screams, as Titus begins to turn red. Summoning strength, he flips LeBelle over his shoulder and onto the mat, and tries to dive to his partner, but Xander cuts him off with a boot to the face. His takes Titus over, and plants him on the mat with a Butterfly suplex. Not satisfied, he floors Titus with a reverse STO and then applies a koji clutch. LeBelle wraps his leg around his opponent’s neck, and his arms around Titus’ head. Titus looks out of it, as LeBelle attempts to suck the rest of the life away. With the fans cheering him on, Titus gathers strength once more, showing off his famous tenacity that has brought him so much success over the years. He slowly gets to his knees and begins to drag LeBelle’s body backwards towards the ropes, despite his opponent’s best efforts to keep him sedated. He finally manages to get his foot underneath the bottom rope, as the referee forces LeBelle to break the hold. Xander looks pissed. He grabs Titus and pulls him away from the ropes, and promptly hits a snap DDT. He makes a cover…
1…
2…
But Titus kicks out. LeBelle slams his fists into the mat in frustration, wondering just what he needs to put Titus away. He pulls Titus’ practically limp body to its feet, and begins to push him backwards towards his corner. But in a last-ditch effort to save himself, the wily veteran rakes LeBelle’s eyes and plants his head into the canvas with a DDT of his own. Both men begin to stir, as Titus begins to crawl to his corner. Tryone Blades is fired up, and ready to unleash hell on Earth. Against his better judgement, LeBelle grabs ahold of Titus’ leg and attempts to drag him backwards, but Titus kicks him away. Xander flies backwards as Titus manages to make it to his corner, tagging in Blades as the crowd roars. The Hollow One explodes forward, knocking down LeBelle with a running high knee. He dashes forward and knocks Keaton off the apron, before turning his attention to the legal man. He floors LeBelle with a hook kick, before grabbing him and nailing him with a double armed backbreaker. Instead of trying to go for a pin, he decides to let Xander suffer, and applies a submission hold by using his knee as leverage. Xander cries out in pain, but Keaton dives into the ring and breaks the hold, going right after Blades. He attempts to whip the former world champion into the ropes, but Blades counters and plants him with the
Mo Murda facebreaker DDT! Keaton rolls out of the ring, as the referee tries to regain order. LeBelle attacks Blades from behind, and whips him forward into the ropes, but he’s met with a springboard flash kick for his troubles. Blades is fired up, and yells at the crowd. He smashes LeBelle with another hook kick, before dragging his body towards the ropes. He dangles him upside down feet first from the ropes, and nails him with the
Desolate Roads DDT. He goes for a cover…
1…
2…
But Xander kicks out!
Copeland: Blades has got LeBelle on the ropes! He charged in like a madman, and cleaned house. Titus showed how much guts he has, by being able to fight off LeBelle for so long.
Cohen: Titus should be disqualified for using illegal maneuvers.
Connor: Huh? Keaton and LeBelle used them first. Titus is simply giving them a taste of their own medicine. Titus and Blades aren’t “good guys.” They are just as dangerous as Vis Imperium.
He lifts Xander off the mat and whips him into the opposing corner, and follows him in with a flying clothesline. Blades turns to Titus and asks if he’s recovered, who nods, so Blades quickly tags him in. The superhero from Keystone quickly begins to work over LeBelle with body shots and stomps, before tagging out to Blades who does the same thing. Tyrone lifts the former Elite open champion up onto the top turnbuckle and begins to climb. In a risky maneuver, he locks his arms around Xander’s body and throws him from the top rope with a straight jacket suplex! LeBelle hits the mat hard, and bounces off it like a rubber ball. Tyrone doesn’t go for any type of pin. Instead he swiftly grabs LeBelle, and plants him hard with the
Mo Murda! This time he makes a cover…
1…
2…
But Xander kicks out! Tyrone continues the assault, targeting his opponents lower back that he damaged earlier, stomping his boot into LeBelle’s kidney’s. The smaller man winches in pain, as Tyrone drives him across his knee with another backbreaker, and applies another submission. LeBelle struggles against his opponent’s grip on his face, as he drives his knee into the side of his head. He repeats the process, and quickly breaks the hold. He twists Tyrone’s arm, and bends it behind his shoulder at a weird angle, before applying a wristlock. He then takes down to the mat with an arm drag takedown, and applies an armbar. Tyrone quickly counters and gets to his feet, but LeBelle pushes him back towards the ropes, forcing a break from the referee. Xander puts his hands up, before thrusting his palm into Blades throat, causing the former world champion to buckle against the ropes. He grabs his head, and throws the larger man into the opposite turnbuckle, stunning him. LeBelle thrusts his knee into Tyrone’s gut several times, before tagging in Mark Keaton. The former tag champion, wastes no time showboating. He grabs Tyrone’s head, and pulls him towards the center. Keaton places him into a powerbomb position, and lifts him high into the air, before dropping him down on his head with a vicious piledriver. With Blades knocked senseless, Keaton applies a single leg Boston crab, targeting his opponents knee. Tyrone quickly begins to pull himself towards the ropes, but Keaton breaks the hold and boots him in the back of the head. Keaton stomps on Tyrone’s knee, before dragging him back towards the corner. He wraps Tyrone’s knee around the bottom rope, as the referee commands him to stop and gives him a five count. He tags out to LeBelle, who repeats the process, as Keaton stomps on Tyrone’s knee from the outside apron. Keaton drops down to the floor, and pulls Tyrone’s body towards the turnbuckle. He slams Blades knee across the turnbuckle pole, as the referee tries to regain order. Keaton ties Blades legs around the turnbuckle, and applies a Figure 4 leglock, using the pole as leverage. Titus drops down from his apron, and runs around to make the save, but LeBelle cuts him off. The two men have a stare down, as the ref administers a five count. Keaton breaks the illegal hold, climbs back onto the apron, and tags himself in. The damage looks to be done, as Tyrone can barely walk.
Copeland: Tyrone Blades has been taking a savage beating so far, as Keaton and Blades have been successful in keeping him isolated from his partner.
Connor: Both teams have the same strategy in mind: isolate one of their opponents and wear him down. We saw Blades targeting LeBelle’s back, while LeBelle and Keaton have been targeting Tyrone’s knee.
Cohen: It’s sound strategy. A bad knee takes away half of Blades offense, and with Keaton doing half the work it allows LeBelle to rest in between.
Keaton drags Tyrone away from the turnbuckle, and drops an elbow inside his lower groin area, before wrenching back on his knee. Blades cries out in pain, as Keaton continues to target the knee. He drags the Hollow One away from the ropes, and reapplies the Figure 4 leglock. Tyrone struggles against the pain, and tries to drag himself towards the ropes, but finds he doesn’t have enough strength to pull his opponent. He begins to draw strength from the crowd, who begin to chant his name. Their cries echoing through the arena. Titus stomps on the apron, willing his partner on. With a mighty surge of adrenaline, Tyrone manages to flip his opponent over, reversing the pressure of the hold. Keaton has this scouted, and rolls through the hold, putting the pressure back on Blades. But the hall of famer’s instincts takes over, and he rolls through once more, leaving Keaton trapped. The Remarkable one cries out in pain, as Blades attempts to inflict as much damage as possible. Sensing the danger, LeBelle comes to his partners aid. He enters the ring and breaks the hold. Seeing this, Titus tries to enter as well, but the referee stops him. Both men are down. Keaton decides that he doesn’t want to try and expend the energy to stop Blades, and begins to crawl towards his partner, leaving Blades by himself. Tyrone begins to crawl towards his corner, struggling, reaching for his partners hand. Both men manage to tag out at the same time, and Titus leaps into action. He meets LeBelle head on, ducking underneath a haymaker, and landing several European uppercuts. He pushes his opponent back towards the ropes before whipping him across the ring. LeBelle hits the adjacent ropes, and Titus meets him with strike to the gut, flipping him over. Titus follows that up with a knee drop. Keaton tries to get involved, and enters the ring illegally, but he’s met with a spinning heel kick for his troubles. LeBelle recovers, but Titus stuns him with a Kesagiri chop to the head, before planting him hard with a DDT. And Titus is fired up!
Copeland: Titus gets the hot tag, and listen to that ovation! LeBelle is down. Keaton is down. And Banks is livid on the outside.
Cohen: Vis Imperium better do something and quick. If Titus gets up a head of steam they are finished.
Connor: And let’s not forget how tough Blades is. He managed to fight off their onslaught just enough to get to his partner, and shift the tides of this match.
He measures LeBelle, and tries to hit his finishing maneuver, but LeBelle counters and hits a STO. He tries to capitalize, but a now recovered Blades enters the ring illegally himself. He decks LeBelle, and whips him shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle. Keaton enters the ring, and tackles Blades to the outside. Keaton and Blades brawl on one side of the ring, while LeBelle falls out of the ring to the floor on the other. Big Bad Roady is there to help him to his feet. Titus sees this and quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle. He waits for the pair to stabilize, before launching himself off the top rope, and taking both out on the outside with a flying dive! On the other side, Tyrone’s leg has given out, costing him the upper hand in his brawl against Keaton. The younger competitor capitalizing on the injury by throwing his injured senior into the steel steps. He enters the ring, and begins to brawl with Titus. They trade a volley of jabs and chops before Keaton rakes Titus in the eye, and then knees him with a low looking shot to the groin, cutting of the Eurasian champion’s momentum. The referee determines that the shot was legal, as Keaton picks up the hall of famer and positions him for his final blow. Titus floats over Keaton’s shoulder mid move, and swiftly delivers the
Tit Drop! He tries to make a cover, but the referee informs him that Keaton is not the legal man. Titus curses and stands, but is met with a boot to the face from a now recovered Xander LeBelle. Xander measures Titus and nails him with
The Rose’s Thorn curb stomp! He makes the cover…
1…
2…
But Tyrone Blades saves his partner, and breaks up the pin. Keaton moves to intercept, but a Pentagon driver turns him inside out. The referee finally restores order to the match, leaving LeBelle and Titus as the legal men. Titus reaches out and tags in Blades. LeBelle tries to the same, but realizes in horror that his Vis Imperium stablemate hasn’t completely recovered yet. Blades nails the smaller man with a running high knee, and quickly follows that up with a hook kick. Not wasting any time, he measures his opponent and hits the
Click Clack! The superkick nearly caving in LeBelle’s face, before the running knee looks to have knocked him out cold. Tyrone makes the cover…
1…
2…
But Big Bad Roady pulls the referee out of the ring.
Copeland: And Keaton’s lackey pulls the referee out of the ring. He shouldn’t even be out here. Why is here?
Cohen: He may be a big bumbling fool, Seabass, but he’s proven himself useful so far.
Connor: I don’t think Titus and Blades even factored in Big Bad Roady. Murphy's law has been kicking their butts.
Cohen: Murphy has been kicking Vis Imperium in the butt, too. Cooper is no longer the champ. Keaton and LeBelle must win here, or else they are done.
Blades curses up a storm, but doesn’t see Keaton creeping up behind him. Keaton kicks Tyrone’s knee out from underneath him, as he and LeBelle drag the former world champion towards the opposite corner, while Roady argues with Titus and the referee. LeBelle tags in Keaton. He lifts Blades up on his shoulders and spins him around in the air. He repeats the process at least a half-dozen times, before slamming Blades down with a Samoan drop. He signals for the end and locks in the
Canadian Clutch! Blades is fading fast in the body scissors, and has nowhere to go. Sensing the danger, and knowing that his partner would never surrender, Titus enters the ring and kicks Keaton in the head, causing him to release the hold. Xander LeBelle curses at him, but Titus shouts back. He wasn’t going to play fair. Screw playing fair. This was war. Keaton grabs Blades, and applies a front face lock, looking to hit his finisher, but just like Titus, Blades manages to counter the maneuver. But unlike his partner, he doesn’t have the same luck. His knee buckles and he collapses to the mat. Keaton grabs him, and in one swift motion hits the
Voltron Suplex! He makes the cover…
1…
2…
But Tyrone Blades kicks out! Keaton is beside himself. As is Xander LeBelle and Kenneth Banks on the outside. The Remarkable one pounds his fists into the mat, and begins to argue with referee Akiyama. LeBelle joins the fray; sticking up for his stablemate. The senior ref quickly restores order once more, as Keaton looks to put the final nail in Blades coffin. He grabs the injured man and pulls him to his feet, but with a surge of energy, Blades counters and hits an enziguri, knocking Keaton temporarily loopy. Titus stretches out his hand, urging his partner forward. Keaton is in no man’s land on the other side; half a ring away from his partner. With one last surge of adrenaline, Blades makes the tag. Titus slingshots himself over the top rope and immediately starts pummeling Keaton with rights and lefts. Showing surprising ring awareness, Keaton backs away to the turnbuckle and forces a break. The two men go to lock up, and Keaton tries to cheat to get the upper hand, but Titus has him well scouted and beats him at his own game by jamming his thumb into his eye. He grabs a side headlock and hits his opponent with a springboard bulldog. Titus floats behind him and applies an ankle lock. Keaton writhes in pain, and tries to pull himself forward, but Titus has the hold clamped on. Keaton starts to crawl forward, but Titus quickly pulls him back towards the center of the ring. Titus screams at his to tap, threatening to break his ankle, but Keaton refuses. In a last-ditch effort to save himself, he manages to turn his body and kicks himself free. Wasting no time, he half hobbles, half crawls to his corner and through gritted teeth tags in his partner.
Copeland: And now it’s Titus showing no mercy! We heard him, ‘this is war.’ There more at stake here than simply his Eurasian title. That was a stipulation that Banks added to humiliate these two.
Cohen: I’d say he gave them a fair chance, Seabass. Banks could have placed Titus in a handicap match with the title on the line, but instead he gave him a partner. He could have gone over Tyrone Blades head and placed his career on the line, but he let the fans decide the fate of this match.
Connor: Well Mr. Banks is doing an awfully good job at not being able to keep his emotions in check. We can play “could have’s” all day, but right now Vis Imperium is in trouble.
Copeland: Tyrone Blades showing how resilient he can be, kicking out of Mark Keaton’s best shot. Vis Imperium is clearly beside themselves.
LeBelle enters the ring as Titus eyes him. The two men circle each other and exchange taunts, before locking up. Titus grabs a side headlock and pulls LeBelle forward, dragging him on the canvas. He keeps the hold wrenched in, wearing down his slightly smaller opponent. Titus backs himself against the ropes as LeBelle launches him forwards. Titus runs, and bounces against the adjacent ropes, but LeBelle drops down and then leap frogs over him. Titus bounces off the ropes again, and LeBelle jumps to hit him with a dropkick, but Titus has the maneuver scouted and rolls underneath him. He grabs LeBelle and takes him to the mat with a hip toss, and follows that up with a hurricarana. Titus plays to the crowd once more. He measures Xander, and looks to hit his finisher, but LeBelle suddenly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Keaton meets him and the two men regroup on the outside. Neither man see the blur that is Titus as he runs, bounces off the ropes, and hurls himself through the middle ropes, taking out both men. Titus tosses Xander back into the ring, and turns to give Banks the middle finger. He grabs LeBelle and plants him with a DDT. He stands; measuring his opponent. He kicks LeBelle in the gut and delivers the
Tit Drop!
1…
2…
But Big Bad Roady saves the match for his team once again! Having finally had enough of the meddling giant, Tyrone Blades hops down off his apron, and moves in like a hungry shark towards his position. He takes down the big man at the knee and boots him in the head. He moves and grabs a chair from the timekeeper’s arena. He shoots Banks a glare, but doesn’t try to attack him. He quickly pummels the big man with brutal chair shots, until Mark Keaton comes to his friend’s aid. With Roady taken out, Keaton and Blades resume their brawl from either, leaving Titus and LeBelle alone in the ring. Titus grabs LeBelle and plants him with a body slam. He drags his opponents body over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. All eyes in the arena are on Titus as he stands on the top turnbuckle. With one last leap of faith he jumps off and nails the
Red Comet! Seconds later a sickening thud can be heard, as Blades sends Keaton crashing against the barricade on the outside! Tyrone looks back, Titus rolls off LeBelle clutching his stomach and rolls towards their corner. Quickly, Tyrone hurries as best he can to the apron and gets the tag. He waits as LeBelle, clearly in a whole other world, staggers to his feet and gets nailed with a superkick! Tyrone points at him "Click" and then charges forward, delivering a stiff knee to the jaw. Tyrone rolls over and makes the cover, his eyes on Mr. Banks as he mouths the word "Clack" while the referee makes the count.
1…
2…
3…!
Harrys: Here are your winners by pinfall, Tyrone Blades, and still the WZCW Eurasian champion, Titus Avison!
Copeland: Titus has won! Tyrone has won! It’s over! It’s over! Vis Imperium is history! The Euravison era continues!
Cohen: And of course, Blades snapped. That madman fought and beat down two men despite an injured knee. This whole match was rigged against Vis Imperium from the start. Putting Keaton and LeBelle against two Hall of Famers. Of course, they were going to lose. Do something Banks! Overturn this!
Connor: One thing that can be said for Keaton and LeBelle is that they tried to make this work. Neither of them turned on the other in the end. You must respect that.
The fans are overjoyed, pyro is going off all around the arena and in the wave of celebration the camera cuts to a shot of Mr. Banks dashing towards the barricade. The Owner of WZCW is looking to get out of town now that his hired guns are no longer permitted to be associated with each other. He reaches the barricade, gets a leg over but is pulled back and tossed to the ground. Tyrone Blades is right there, standing over Mr. Banks and using both hands, pulls Banks off the ground and throws him towards the ring.
Cohen: This isn’t right! Somebody stop this madness. That’s the owner of this company.
Copeland: This is over a year’s worth turmoil coming to an end. I don’t think anybody is going to get in Tyrone’s way tonight.
Total fear appears on the face of Banks as he pleads with Tyrone to have mercy. The Owner of WZCW is on his knees inside the ring and is nearly crying as Blades steps onto the apron. His eyes burning a hole through Banks as he enters the ring and circles his target. Meanwhile, Titus is standing on the outside of the ring watching as the former members of Vis Imperium flee away from ringside. Leaving Banks to pay for his sins and denouncing any ties they could possibly have to him.
Then, Banks begins to stand up whilst pleading his case. His eyes are watering, his hands shaking as he tries to explain to Tyrone that everything is settled. He’ll leave him alone but after a year’s worth of battling back and forth, Tyrone is having none of it as he strikes Banks with a thunderous right hand. The fans explode as Tyrone grabs Banks by the collar, pulling him up and punching him directly in the face again. A third connects, Tyrone has him by the tie now and is smashing him with the stiffest punches you’ve ever seen. Then, Tyrone yanks the tie forward and nearly takes Banks’ head off with a hard lariat.
Connor: A year he has waited for this! Tyrone Blades and Mr. Banks have been fighting this war for over a year and finally, we’ve seen it end and now Tyrone is taking out his frustrations.
Copeland: This crowd are cheering louder than I’ve ever heard. Just imagine the emotions running through Tyrone’s body right now. After everything he has been through at the hands of Mr. Banks.
Cohen: Look! Reinforcements are coming down the entrance ramp. Thank heavens! Mr. Banks is saved.
Unfortunately for Mr. Banks, they are not reinforcements. Nearly the entire roster heads out to surround the ring while Tyrone Blades slings Mr. Banks around the ring and beats the living hell out of him. Various submissions moves are applied, including an awfully painful looking ankle lock which has Banks tapping furiously. The arrival of the other wrestlers catches the attention of Tyrone and he stops, looking towards them all and is shocked to see them all applauding him. The likes of Batti, Vox, Tony Mancini, Wren, Eve Taylor, Constantine, Ace Stevens, Yemrez Reqonic and Lynx are all at ringside and offering their support.
Banks, having been beaten from pillar to post, attempts to escape by rolling to the outside. Immediately, he is at the feet of Batti and she shakes his head, slapping Banks across the face before throwing him right back into the ring. Tyrone takes a moment to soak the moment in and just watches as Banks tries several more escape routes but each time he is attacked by the wrestlers and thrown right back into the ring.
Copeland: WZCW has come together to put an end to Vis Imperium and now Mr. Banks is getting a lesson that his dictatorship will no longer be tolerated.
Connor: This is the beginning of a new era in WZCW.
Banks’ clothes have been torn, his face has been cut by the bare knuckle punches he took from Tyrone and the cut drips from above his eye, leaving a red trail of blood. Once again, Banks looks up at Tyrone and tries to beg for mercy, however Tyrone superkicks him right in the jaw before a single word can be uttered. Banks collapses backwards and screams out in pain, the fans in awe as Tyrone stalks his prey. From outside the ring, Titus enters the ring once again and comes with a gift. The crowd rises, the wrestlers all watch with excitement as Titus hands Tyrone Blades his trademark black baseball bat.
The bat drags along the surface of the canvas as Tyrone approaches Mr. Banks. He squats down, getting closer to Banks and places the tip of the baseball bat underneath the billionaire’s chin. Slowly, Blades stands and keeps the baseball bat in position which forces Banks to rise also. The Owner of WZCW is in bad shape, his legs shaking, blood dripping now from above his eye. Tyrone stands across from Banks, the only two in the ring, everything goes silent for a moment and then Tyrone Blades cracks Mr. Banks across the head with the baseball bat, knocking him out cold and to the canvas for the final time.
Copeland: He said he’d make Banks taste the baseball bat and he delivered on that promise!
Cohen: The inmates are running the damn asylum, Seabass!
Connor: What a night this has been ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us at Unscripted. Vis Imperium has been dethroned. Mr. Banks has been taken out and I suspect it’ll be the last we see of him on television for many months. This has been a huge night in WZCW history, thank you for being part of it!
The final words from our announcers are spoken and the final images of the night that changed WZCW history forever are shown. Standing inside the ring, Mr. Banks remains down and out cold with blood on his face, a black baseball bat next to him. Tyrone Blades exits the ring, walking through the wrestlers and jumps the barricade to leave through the fans. The final shot of Unscripted is of Tyrone Blades, looking back towards the ring, a smile appearing on his face, and then we fade to black.
