Truman Harrys stands in the centre of the ring, ready for tonight’s main event. He puts his microphone to his lips and begins to speak.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.
The crowd lets out a brief cheer, realising this is tonight’s main feature; WZCW World Heavyweight Champion Big Dave vs. the recently returned John Constantine. As the cheer dies down, the sound of the Empire echoes throughout the arena.
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Constantine enters the arena with a new found sense of confidence following his return. He is also encouraged by the vicious reception he is receiving from a hostile crowd. He lets out a small laugh before marching to the ring.
Harrys: Introducing first, from Washington D.C. and weighing 265 pounds; JOHN CONSTANTINE!
Constantine continues his approach to the ring as our two commentators let us in on their thoughts.
Cohen: Ah, here’s a man who knows how to get the job done. Here’s a man who could be a World Heavyweight Champion in the near future. Here’s a man who knows he’s better than most other men...
Copeland: Unfortunately for Constantine Dave isn’t most men.
The former politician is now stood centre of the ring, his head raised and an arrogant smile slyly crossing his face. He raises his arms as if to declare victory already a formality. This of course draws yet more hostility. That dissolves however as the reigning heavyweight champion of the world’s music hits.
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Harrys: And his opponent, from London England, weighing 268 pounds, the WZCW World Heavyweight Champion; BIG DAVE!
Dave enters to a great response. The fans are 100% behind him here. He smirks from ear-to-ear and walks down the ramp, proceeding to the ring. There are still visible signs of the attack from Ty Burna and his Apostles of Chaos around his neck though.
Copeland: Big Dave has had an interesting couple of weeks for sure.
Cohen: Interesting one way to describe it. I’d call it an ass kicking personally, but I suppose it was interesting to watch Dave get destroyed at the hands of Ty.
Copeland: Don’t forget the role that steel chair played though Jack.
Dave is now stood tall on a turnbuckle with his championship raised high. He descends and stares directly into Constantine’s eyes. While the devious “Powertrip” smirks, Dave’s face remains stone cold as he hands over his championship. The referee puts the most sought after prize in WZCW out of the ring before calling for the bell to signal that we have begun. The two 260 pounders meet face-to-face in the centre of the ring. Constantine utters some sort of trash talking before Dave responds. Whatever the champion has said has obviously ticked Constantine off as the smile drops from his face. He slaps Dave hard across the face, before chuckling. Dave checks for blood before a loom of complete anger crosses his face. He smashes Constantine’s face with a vicious strike. The blow forces Constantine backwards into the ropes. Dave pursues his foe, but the devilish Constantine plays a little possum, lifting and then dropping Dave onto the top rope throat first. Dave clutches at his already damaged neck before Constantine bounces off of the ropes and nails a lariat. He’s quick into the cover. 1...2...KICK-OUT! Constantine in quick to his feet and stomps Dave multiple times, stopping only after a good six or seven. The D.C. resident raises his arms high in the air, taunting his foe and the fans in the arena.
Cohen: Thus far, Constantine has made Dave look like a complete amateur.
Copeland: I’m not sure if that’s entirely true, but Constantine is certainly firmly in control at this point of the match.
Constantine remains in control as we re-join the contest where Dave is now in position for a vertical suplex. It is delivered with the upmost elegance before Constantine floats over into a cover. 1...2...KICK-OUT! Constantine isn’t deterred though and is once more quickly to his feet. He stands over his enemy, again trash talking. This allows Dave to critically gain some time to rest and also opens Constantine for an attack. Dave hits a low kick to Constantine’s knee. This reduces Steven Holmes’ ally to one knee while Dave returns to his feet. Rather than follow up with a big kick to the back of the head as per the norm, Dave opts to unleash a snap suplex instead. He decides against a cover, deciding instead to return to his feet, Constantine in tow. Dave whips Constantine across the ring and into the ropes where he returns to be greeted by Dave’s powerslam. This time he goes for a cover. 1...2...KICK-OUT! Dave rubs his throat slightly before backing off of Constantine, allowing his opponent the opportunity to return to a standing position. Dave launches at Constantine with a spear, but the arrogant “Powertrip” counters with a flowing DDT!
Copeland: Stunning counter from Constantine there. He manages to get this one back on level pecking.
Constantine drapes his arm over Dave. 1...2...KICK-OUT! The crowd breathes a sigh of relief. Both men try to pull themselves to their feet, but it is Constantine who is up first. He looks to capitalise with Collateral Damage, but Dave manages to evade the finisher. He can’t avoid Constantine’s drop-toe-hold though which the ever-dangerous Constantine uses to drag Dave into an STF! Dave writhes in pain as he’s stuck in the centre of the ring with great pressure on his already damaged neck. He squirms in the centre and manages to move slightly closer to the ropes, but it’s nowhere near enough as Dave’s movements slow down. The crowd boo this development, but soon change their tune to one of hope and optimism as they chant for Dave to get back into the contest. Feeling the power of the people, Dave is partially reinvigorated, dragging not only his own body weight, but Constantine’s too. Dave is in agony, but he manages to guide himself to safety and latch onto the ropes. Constantine refuses to relinquish the move, but at the referee’s count of 4, he decides the risk of a disqualification is too great and gets off of Dave. As Dave finally gets a break, Constantine looks to further inflict punishment, something he does by lifting Dave off his feet and flinging him backward with a vicious fall-away slam. Constantine dusts his hands, signifying that he believes that it’s all over. 1...2...KICK-OUT! The man named John is surprised to say the least, as is Jack Cohen...
Cohen: What? How did that happen? Dave’s dead in the water.
Copeland: Not quite Jack. It looks like he’s got more left to give in this contest.
Constantine looks at the referee with a sense of disgust before returning his attentions to Dave. He lifts the longest reigning EurAsian Champion in history to his feet. Constantine signals it’s all over and goes for the Axis of Evil, but Dave reverses and lifts his enemy into position for the Stamp of Authority! Just as he looks to twist Constantine though, Dave takes a nasty looking elbow to the throat. He is forced to drop Constantine and check his injury, something Constantine has no problem taking advantage of as he applies a sleeper hold. This is countered immediately though and Dave drops Constantine with a big boot. Dave now has a chance to take his shot and that’s what he does, lifting and throwing Constantine into the turnbuckle. He runs, full-steam-ahead into his opponent, forcing him bounce out of the corner before falling onto his back. Dave bounces off the ropes and hits a leg drop. Dave could go for a cover here, but instead opts to inflict more punishment and repeats the leg drop not once but twice. Following the third leg drop, Dave makes the cover. 1...2...KICK-OUT! Dave isn’t too surprised though and is quick to lift Constantine to his feet...only to drop him down again with a DDT. Again Dave’s motive is punishment and not victory and he points to the top rope to a great reaction. He exits the ring and ascends from the apron, up to the top. He adjusts himself before flying down and nailing the Money Shot! 1...2...KICK-OUT! Not enough damage has been done to Dave’s antagonist, though the kick-out was closer to three than Dave’s previous cover. With the ball firmly in Dave’s court, things take a turn for the worst for the heavyweight champion as three devious and dark beings make their way to ringside.
Copeland: Wait a minute! The Apostles of Chaos?
Cohen: Indeed. Looks like this terrible trio are looking to continue making their mark in WZCW!
Alhazerd, King and K.O. all approach ringside, and prepare to surround the ring when the trio of Steven Kurtesy, Action Saxton and Saboteur come in to even up the sides. As the trio’s pair off and fight with one another, the referee exits the ring, looking to restore order. This creates an opening for a slightly recovered Constantine who hits a low blow on Dave. Without removing his right arm, Constantine uses his left to pull at Dave’s tights and roll him into a schoolboy. As three new referees sprint down to ringside looking to restore order, the original official realises what’s going on in the ring, returning his attention to the pinning predicament. He makes the count. 1...2...KICK-OUT! Constantine is stunned and bitterly disappointed, but the crowd is going ballistic. Constantine gets in the referee’s face, signalling that was a 3, but the referee retorts with the signal for 2. At this point, with the carnage surrounding the ring continuing, a new party appears to aid Constantine.
Copeland: The odds continue to mount against Big Dave as Steven Holmes now makes his way into the contest!
Constantine signals at Holmes to discuss strategy, something the referee looks to stop. He steps between the two elitists, but his back is turned to Holmes, thus allowing him to slip a concealed object into Constantine’s palm. The referee takes no notice as Holmes backs off. He plays innocent, but the crowd knows otherwise as does Sam Smith, the newest player to storm down to ringside.
Copeland: Looks like the odds just got evened up.
Cohen: Yeah, but Holmes as already did his job by providing Constantine whatever that object was.
Smith tackles Holmes, and they start to brawl with one another. This distracts an official trying to separate Saxton and King, causing King to smash him across the face. Even more officials now enter the arena as Alhazerd and K.O. Follow King’s example and dispatch of their officials. Almost every referee is now surrounding ringside, trying to stop the carnage from continuing. However the match is still in progress as Constantine prepares to hit Dave with what is now apparently a pair of brass knuckles. Constantine loads up, but Dave manages to counter and for the second time in the match, has his opponent on his shoulders in position for the Stamp of Authority. Dave looks to set to hi the move when the arena is bathed in darkness.
Copeland: The lights going out can only signify one thing!
There is a brief pause before the lights return. There is no Ty Burna, but several of the officials from before have been taken down by the various athletes surrounding the arena. Constantine’s position has also changed. He is no longer on Dave’s shoulders, but on the mat, on his knees, with Dave having obviously released him from the move. The former tag team champion looks at the ramp as if expecting Ty Burna to appear, but he is nowhere to be seen. Dave turns around, but is met with a stunning right hand from John Constantine, the brass knuckles from earlier playing a role in their effectiveness for sure. Constantine makes the cover of the doomed Dave. 1...2...3!
Harrys: Here is your winner, JOHN CONSTANTINE!
Constantine’s music plays loud and proud as the crowd boos with great venom. They let Constantine know what they think of his victory. The victory is congratulated not by a warm hug though, but by a stiff shot to the face from Sam Smith who has quickly entered the ring. He can’t do any more damage however as Holmes stops him. As Holmes stomps away at Smith, the referee looks to interfere. Holmes shoves him into a now angered John Constantine who blasts him with the Axis of Evil. All officials are now down and out and the carnage continues as Holmes and Constantine begins to beat down Smith in the corner. Outside of the ring, The Apostles have gained the advantage over their enemies. Kurtesy takes the same devastating finisher as Gordito did last week on the floor; Taste of Chaos. Saxton is down and out with a chair lain across his body, the cameras failing to capture his demise while Saboteur is wrapped around the steel poll outside the ring.
Copeland: This is complete insanity. Somebody STOP THIS!
Cohen: And who would you suggest does that? The referees are all lain out around the ring and the “good guys” are down for the count.
As things looks equally as bleak for Sam Smith, Gordito sprints down and looks to get into the ring for the save. He avoids the Apostles and slides into the ring, where he takes it to Constantine. Realising that his partner is in trouble, Holmes clatters into his Ascension opponent. The pair beat down on Gordito, before seeing that the Apostles of Chaos are hungry for more. The arrogant duo in the ring nod at one-another and push the #1 contender to the outside for Ty’s apprentices to feed on. With Smith down and out and Gordito now in the hands of chaos, Holmes and Constantine turn their attention to Dave who is now starting to stir somewhat. Constantine blasts Dave with a second brass knuckles shot. This time cutting the champion open. Holmes lifts Dave to his feet where he throws him into The Axis of Evil. On the outside, the Apostles have gathered around Gordito and have begun to take turns inflicting punishment upon him. Eventually they tire of this paltry feast and decide to leave, exiting through crowd, climbing over the bodies that lay scattered across the ring. Back inside the ring, Holmes now has Dave in the Aristocracy Reigns. The blood of Dave flows freely and openly, turning Holmes’ fingers a crimson colour.
Copeland: This...this is just too much. I--I can’t watch this anymore. I may be sick. Please, just, somebody, stop this.
Holmes finally releases his hold after a few moments. He and Constantine raise one-another’s arms to extreme amounts of hostility with security being forced to hold several fans back from trying to attack Holmes and Constantine.
Cohen: Well, I guess I’ll be signing off tonight. We thank you for tuning in to this....eventful edition of Meltdown. I’ll see you tomorrow night on Ascension where I’m sure the bigwigs of WZCW will have some words for those two men you see stood in the ring. Goodnight.
We see a number of close-ups of the downed referees, Saboteur, Saxton, Kurtesy, Gordito, Smith and Dave before we fade to black.
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Static rules the screen, though we can hear some voices in the background. We can’t distinguish what they have to say or who in fact is saying what, but they are there. Suddenly there is a loud roar and the static flashes out of existence, a picture of clarity returning...sort of. We have a close-up of the ring apron of a WZCW ring. We hear huge cheers and boos mixed together, but one sound is strong above all. A song that symbolises the fall of an era. A song that brings with it the darkness of a new day. A song that singles the arrival of a king.:
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Cohen: Are we back on? Tell me if we’re back on!
Copeland: Jack, we’re back!
Cohen: YES! And double yes with what’s about to happen.
The camera angle changes for the first time since we regained picture clarity. We have a close-up of the entrance ramp of the recently just concluded Meltdown. It finished a mere few moments ago, but already many have decided to leave the arena following the harrowing conclusion to the event. So abrupt is this resumption of the broadcast that bodies remain draped across the arena floor and Steven Holmes and John Constantine remain at ringside, in awe, like most of the arena as Barbosa, with the only remaining referee in WZCW alongside him, enters the arena.
Copeland: We apologise for interrupting your usually scheduled broadcast ladies and gentlemen, but Barbosa is cashing-in on Big Dave! I repeat, Barbosa is cashing-in his guaranteed World Heavyweight Championship match!
Cohen: And he’s practically guaranteed the win too!
Barbosa steps over the fallen bodies of a number of men before sliding into the ring to greet the already downed and destroyed Big Dave. Sam Smith is also in the ring, but not for long as Barbosa pushes him out. The referee takes the King for a Day briefcase from its holder and hands it to Truman Harrys, instructing him as to what’s happening. Barbosa ushers the referee to ring the bell.
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, Barbosa is cashing in his King for a Day briefcase!
There is another enormous roar from the audience with many scrambling to get back to their seats. Barbosa continues to demand Harrys and the referee hurry up, and with good cause as Big Dave, war wounds and all, is slowly coming around. Holmes and Constantine look at each other and nod before taking their leave, sneaking out the back door.
Harrys: Therefore, the following is for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
Copeland: I can’t believe this!
Cohen: I CAN!
The referee calls for the bell and immediately Barbosa goes for a cover. 1...2...KICK-OUT! Barbosa is disappointed and stunned. The crowd is delighted.
Copeland: OH MY GOODNESS! DAVE KICKED-OUT!
Cohen: NO!
Barbosa tilts his head slightly with a dumbstruck look on his face. This slowly morphs itself into one pure rage and he lets out a bone chilling scream. He brings Dave to his feet before unleashing the Mood Stabilizer. Dave begins to fall flat onto his face, but Barbosa catches him and drops him down with the Doppelgänger! 1...2...3! There is another horribly mixed reaction as Barbosa rolls off the cover before stopping, motionless in the centre of the ring.
Harrys: Here is your winner...AND THE NEW WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION; BARBOSA!
The referee gets the championship and awards it to Barbosa who stares at it blankly for a few moment s before rising to his feet, holding it high and then letting out an almighty howl. He bashes his skull off of the championship on more than one occasion and stands tall on the turnbuckle, showing his new prize with tears in his eyes.
Cohen: This is quite possibly the single greatest moment of my broadcasting career. Big Dave is defeated and Barbosa triumphs!
Copeland: He--he--he’s won the gold in perhaps the most disgusting fashion in history.
Cohen: But he’s well within his rights you moron. That’s what King for a Day gifts him. And among the broken bodies and spirits, one man rises higher than any other. That man is Barbosa. The king is dead, long live the king!
As Barbosa stand high with Kylie playing in the background, the referee checks Dave, making sure he is okay. Medical staff begins to file down to the ring for the many injured.
Copeland: Well I suppose this is goodnight from a...a historic evening.
Cohen: Don’t say it like that Seabass. Say it loud and proud. Tonight was one for the history books and Barbosa is the king of all. Praise him!
We see one final shot of Barbosa on his knees within the ring, the championship pressed to his head before we cut to black abruptly once more, signalling the end of the broadcast.
