WZCW Presents: Unscripted

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Steamboat Ricky

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WZCW Unscripted takes place at the Allstate arena in Chicago, Illinois. The usual pyro etc welcomes us as Copeland and Cohen make their way out.


Copeland;
Looks like we're all set for a great event tonight! All titles are on the line, as well as the tag belts!

Cohen; That's right, we're going to see some new tag team champions this evening, I'm pretty excited about this!

But, ladies and gentleman, we have some breaking news for you, it appears as though Steamboat Ricky has yet to arrive to the arena! We have no idea why he has not shown up yet, as he was slated to arrive hours ago.
Seabass, I'm really concerned with what this means for the World Title match later tonight. This is the matchup everyone has been waiting to see, and right now, it is still up in the air whether or not we'll have to wait even longer for these two competitors to square off.
Many of fans will be concerned about this as well, but what about Big Will? His tag match with Ricky against Celeste and Downward Spiral is the first match slated for tonight! What must Will be thinking??? We will surely continue to update you on this situation as more information becomes available.

*Scene cuts to the back, and it shows a concerned Big Will pacing back and forth in the hallway.*
 
*Ding Ding Ding*

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

"Away" by Mercy Drive hits and out comes Downward Spiral to a chorus of boos. He enters the stage with his head down. He lifts his chin up as he looks in disgust out at the crowd, before shaking his head and slowly making his way down to the ring. He stops on the ramp and stares at a booing fan, stroking his chin, before running up the stairs and wiping his feet on the apron, before ducking swiftly under the ring. He climbs atop the top turnbuckle and tilts his head back as the camera swerves around him. He jumps down and begins warming up.

Harrys: Introducing first, from Brisbane, Australia, weighing in at 230 lbs....Downward Spiral!!!


Copeland: That Downward Spiral is a no-good coward, Jacko.

Cohen: Seabass, Spiral is one of the greatest athletes in the sport today...you should feel privileged to be calling his match!

"10s" by Pantera hits, and out comes Celeste Crimson. Celeste walks toward the ring, ignoring the crowd, absorbed in herself. Celeste leaps up onto the ring apron, and grabs the top rope. Celeste then slingshots herself over the top rope and into the ring. She then proceeds to stand on each turnbuckle, taunting the crowd with vigor. She then starts speaking Downward Spiral.

Harrys: And his tag-team partner, from Petersburg, Russia, weighing in at 165 lbs...Celeste Crimson!!!!

Copeland: Celeste is someone I would NOT want to meet up with in a dark alley...
Cohen: Seabass, you'd be afraid to meet up with a woman anywhere...

"Famous" by Puddle of Mudd hits, and out comes Big Will. He seems more troubled than he usually does, but he makes a determined face, then stands amidst his pyro looking intense. He then walks to both sides & acknowledges his fans, then proceeds down the ramp-way. Slides into the ring, under the bottom ropes, then leaps up & walks toward the turnbuckle. He climbs up to acknowledge more of his fans, holding up a single finger, then pointing at his chest, indicating he's "The One."

Harrys: And their opponents...first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 230 lbs...."The One" Big Will!!!


Copeland: He looks determined even though he might have to take on both opponents himself, Jacko.

Cohen: He SHOULD be determined, as he is going to be locking up with two of the most dangerous forces in WZCW, Seabass.
Copeland: I guess now we find out if Ricky will be joining us...

There is a long pause as Will stands in the ring with Celeste waiting to see what is going to happen next....when all of a sudden:
 
"Over the Seas" by Alestorm hits over the speakers. Ricky's video package plays and the fans are going nuts. However, Ricky is nowhere to be found. His music continues to play...but he's a no-show.

Copeland: Well I thought he was finally going to come out, Jacko!
Cohen: Maybe we are seeing the true colors of Steamboat Ricky, here. Maybe he's too afraid to get hurt before his World Title match that he wouldn't even show up for his early match.
Copeland: Oh stop it! You know full well that Ricky values his friendship with Will and would not do that to him!

With Will still looking toward the ramp, waiting for Ricky, Celeste comes and hits Will from behind. Celeste hits a few chops, then whips Will into the ropes, where Will slides in between Celeste's legs. Will hits several right hands on Celeste. He then whips her into the corner. He rushes at her, but Celeste moves out of the way, causing Will to fall back and receive a kick to the back of the head by the martial arts expert.

Copeland: Both superstars seem to be pretty evenly matched, thus far.
Cohen: Yeah, but it's one on two...things don't look good for Big Will.

With Will laying on the mat, Celeste hits a standing moonsault. Celeste then picks up Will and whips him into the corner closest to DS and gives him a tag. DS comes in and immediately unleashes an offensive barrage on Will. He then whips Will into the opposite corner and proceeds to run at Will, but Will performs a back-body drop, sending him flying over the ropes, landing awkwardly on his arm. Will goes to the outside and begins to pummel on DS...but almost as soon as he lands his 4th punch, Celeste comes from behind and decks him in the back of the head.

Copeland: Oh come on! The ref needs to get control of this match!
Cohen: Well, I think that it would be safe to say that Will started this.

Celeste whips Will into the steel stairs, and Will hits hard. He begins to clutch his side. Celeste helps up DS, and she helps him into the ring. She then gets another cheap shot on Will and heads back to her corner. DS waits patiently, and finally, Will is able to muster himself up to get back into the ring. DS hits a snap DDT on Will. DS begins to showboat and taunts Will. He proceeds to pick up Will and whip him into the ropes...Will ducks a clothesline, and counters with Willenium! Both superstars are down on the mat.

Celeste is motioning for a tag, and DS inches toward her as Will is slowly getting to his feet. DS finally gets to Celeste, making the tag. With DS passed out on the mat, the ref becomes distracted checking on his well-being. Celeste takes this opportunity to spit in the face of Will and give him a karate kick below the belt!

Copeland: Oh! That is really fair!
Cohen: If you are speaking of Celeste, I will agree. What a fair lady!

Celeste then begins to put a pounding on Will. She hits him repeatedly in the face to the point of bleeding. With Will seemingly spent, Celeste locks in Meltdown. Will begins to scream in agony, but soon the screams dwindle into what seems to be unconsciousness. The referee checks on Will, and he is unable to answer the 3 count. He calls for the bell.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Harrys: Here are your winners...Downward Spiral and Celeste CRIMSON!
 
Celeste, however, will not break the hold, despite countless attempts to break it up by the ref.

*DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING*


Copeland: It really seems like she's trying to break his ankle!

Celeste yanks even harder on the ankle when all of a sudden...


"Over the Seas" by Alestorm hits and out comes Steamboat Ricky holding a steel chair.



Copeland: It's Ricky! He's finally here! It's Ricky!

Cohen: Sure, after his "friend" Will has already been decimated...

Ricky runs down the ramp...sliding in the ring. Celeste breaks the hold and scoots out of the ring. However, a groggy DS is too slow, and Ricky jacks him in the head with the steel chair. Ricky kneels down to check on Will as Celeste looks on enraged.
 
Copeland: Well, that was quite a way to start off Unscripted, huh Jacko?
Cohen: That's right Seabass, if that match is any indicator of what the rest of the night will have in store...we're in for quite a night!
Copeland: Now it's time for the 5 team Tag Team Title match!

Harrys: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish, and is for the WZCW World Tag Team Championship!

“Put On” by Young Jeezy hits and Kyle Christianson comes out. After the words Put On hit he walks out slowly while looking down. He slowly looks up and looks around the arena. He shakes his head and walks down the ramp. When he gets in the ring he does a standing backflip to show he is better than everyone followed by one handed pushups.


Copeland: And ladies and gentleman, it’s time to crown new tag team champions! In this special five way contest, five teams will compete in a special pentagonal ring. Only two men from any team are permitted in the ring at the same time, and any man can tag in anyone. The first man to score a pinfall or submission will win and secure the world tag team titles for his team!


Cohen: I’ll tell you, Seabass, it’s about time we have some proper tag team champions. Myself, I’m gunning for the team of Ace David and Big Dave – two young men with tons of talent and a great attitude. Mark my words, they’ll walk out of here with some WZCW gold!

With Christianson in the ring,” Hail Mary” by 2Pac hits. James Baker makes his way to the ring. He has black & white lights flicker while he walks to the ring. Once he is in the ring he does some hip-hop dancing. He and Christianson stand in the ring together.

Harrys: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 467 pounds, the team of “The One and Only” Kyle Christianson and “Da Xtreme Gangsta” James Baker!

The soft beat of war dumbs is heard as Chief Anoki strides confidently through the curtain. Chanting is heard over the escalating drum beat.
Reaching the ring, Anoki ascents the steps, and climbs onto the middle turnbuckle.
As the drum beat reaches its crescendo, Aniko spreads his arms wide like a bird in flight, then leapfrogs the top rope into the ring. After, USA makes his way to the ring with an American Flag waving on the Titan tron, as the Rocky Theme plays, a shower of sparks a la previous Orton rains down as the guitar starts, he walks out three seconds into Hendrix and turn and salute the Titan Tron with the flag. Halfway down the ramp, he drops and does military style pushups, three of them, and they are on cue with pyro on stage, on the first pushup, a red rocket goes up from each side of the stage, white on the second pushup and blue on the third. He enters the ring and salutes in each corner.


Harrys: Introducing next, at a combined weight of 422 pounds, the team of Chief Anoki and USA!

The arena sits calmly, with no change in lights as the song "Walking Dead" by DJ Z-Trip and Chester Bennington starts with "Suppose you were to die tonight. What would you say?" Then all of the lights turn off until a single spotlight turns on and points at Phoenix who is now standing on the stage as the lyrics begin. He looks up at the crowd, and then puts his arms straight out, like Y2J used to except facing the crowd and with his palms open. He then slowly walks to the ring, uses the steps and goes between the second and third rope to enter. Finally, he faces the main camera and makes the same pose as he did on the stage. Archives of Pain, by Manic Street Preachers hits and Garth Black begins a slow walk to the ring with the lights dimmed. He wears his poncho to the ring and takes it off immediately before a fight and puts it back on afterwards.


Harrys: Introducing next, at a combined weight of 381 pounds, the team of Phoenix and “The Lone Crusader” Garth Black!



AFI - The Leaving Song Pt2 hits and Ace David comes out grinning and then gets on his knees halfway down the ramp and holds his arms out horizontal looking up with his eyes closed. He then stands and walks to the ring. After, “What I Want" by Daughtry hits. After the drum intro, Dave comes out in his hoodie and sunglasses, walking down with authority. Stops halfway down the ram, turns behind (if he has pryos he points back and they go off but this his debut company), then continues to the ring, jumps on it Brock Lesnar style, climbs in, one turnbuckle, raises both arms, walks to the opposing turnbuckle, does the same. Takes off hoodie and sunglasses.


Harrys: Introducing next, at a combined weight of 499 pounds, the team of Ace David and Big Dave!
 
“Bloodmeat” by Protest The Hero hits and TM comes in, the lights are dim, and there are two intersecting blue lights. TM walks out slowly, and does not acknowledge the fans. "Ladies and Gentleman" By Saliva hits and a large screen is in front of the entrance as a lone figure is seen walking towards the screen growing bigger as the opening chords are playing. Then pyro shoots straight up from the end of the ramp to the entrance way, the biggest one at the end as Showtime walks throw the hole in the middle of the screen. Dim blue light fill the arena as a spot light follows Showtime to the ring. Climbs to the second rope on the left turnbuckle on the outside facing in and raises both arms, thumb tips together fingers straight up. Slowly moves his arms down to the side and poses again arms straight to the side clenched fists. Gets off ropes and into ring.

Harrys: And finally, at a combined weight of 447 pounds, the team of TM and David Cougar!

The referee separates the teams into different sections of the pentagonal ring. Christianson and Baker go to the top left, Anoki and USA to the top right, Phoenix and Black to the bottom left, Ace and Dave to the bottom right, and TM and Cougar to the bottom side. All the teams want to be in the ring first, but the referee tells TM and USA to enter the ring, apparently by some predetermined decision. The bell rings for the beginning of the match.

Copeland: And here we go, ladies and gentleman! This is an interesting match up to begin things, as the all-American USA takes on the Japanese-Canadian TM. One has to wonder what USA thinks of this foreigner in WZCW.

Cohen: If I know USA, that bigot probably can’t wait to beat up TM. But best of luck with that, as TM is an extraordinary athlete, trained in Japan and with a great MMA background. USA will have his hands full!

USA and TM lock up in the center of the ring. USA, the bigger man, forces TM over to the bottom left corner. The ref calls for a clean break, and USA backs up. Just as TM is about to move, Phoenix slaps him in the back and enters the ring. TM looks enraged, but the ref threatens a disqualification if he doesn’t leave the ring. He slides out of the ring and makes his way to his side, visibly upset. Meanwhile, USA and Phoenix have locked up. USA’s learned a lesson, however, and pushed Phoenix over to the top right, where his own partner, Anoki, waits. USA hammers down on Phoenix with some big rights, giving no clean break this time. After several shots, Phoenix is dazed, and USA tags in Anoki. USA exits, but keeps hold of Phoenix, keeping him in the corner. Anoki jumps up and hits a dropkick right to the chest of Phoenix, who staggers out. Anoki takes Phoenix down with an armdrag and locks in an armbar in the center of the ring.

Copeland: A nasty armbar there, wearing down the opponent. Anoki may be looking for an early submission.

Cohen: He’ll need to do more damage to that arm if he wants to get Phoenix to tap, Seabass.

Not taking any chances, however, Garth Black comes into the ring and kicks Anoki in the head, breaking up the hold. As Anoki staggers up, Black returns to the outside and Phoenix tags him in. Anoki is still staggered and instead of tagging in his own partner, reaches out for Ace David and tags him in instead! Ace rushes in to meet Black, and they trade punches in the center of the ring. After several, the smaller Black is dazed, and whips him into his corner. As Black walks out, Ace gets behind him and nails him with a bulldog! Lying face first, Ace stomps on Black’s foot repeatedly.

Cohen: Now there is smart strategy, Seabass. Not only softening him up for that ankle lock he likes to use, but taking away his ability to get up to the top rope, where Black hits a lot of his offense from.
 
After some more stomps to the foot, Ace kicks over Black. He backs up toward his own side, and comes out running, dropping a big leg on Black. He goes for the cover, but Black kicks out at two. He picks Black up and goes for a kick to the stomach, looking like a set up for a DDT, but Black kicks the leg. Ace hops, and gets his other leg up right into Black’s head for a big enzuigiri! Ace covers him again but Black kicks out at two. Ace returns to some foot stomping, before grabbing the leg, pulling it up high and dropping it back down. Black grabs his lower leg, in visible pain. Ace grins and poses for the crowd. He stomps on the leg area a few more times. Black turns over and lays on his stomach. Ace jumps up and plants both boots into Black’s back, and Black screams in pain. Ace looks to be enjoying himself now, as he whips Black into his corner. He follows and nails him with high knee in the corner. Ace pushes Black up to the top and hits him a few more times, then hooks him, preparing for a superplex. Black fights back, though, resisting the suplex attempt. Ace goes for it again, but Black holds on. Black breaks out of the hold, punches Ace a few times, staggering him. He shoves Ace off the top, who falls down. Black kicks out with his good leg at Big Dave, who falls to the ground, preventing his interference. Black then raises up slowly, the leg that Ace had been attacking wobbling but holding him up. He straightens, leaps into the air, and connects with a huge shooting star legdrop!


Copeland: It’s Black Magic! Black is going to win the tag team titles right here!

The ref counts one, two, but then Kyle Christianson flies into the ring and breaks up the pin, saving the match up. Christianson grabs Ace and pulls him over to his corner, where James Baker tags in. Black, meanwhile, has stood up in the center of the ring, but his leg fails and he falls to one knee. Baker kicks him in the chest a bit, before picking him up. He hooks him and lifts him up, dropping him in a vertical suplex. He plants his boot in Black’s face, and kicks him in the gut. He picks him up and whips him into his corner, where he tags in Christianson. Christianson comes in and places Black up on the top rope, where he follows, leaps, and nails a huge hurricanrana! Black is laid out in the ring, where Christianson follows and hit a standing moonsault! He covers for a one, two, only a two count. Christianson looks frustrated, but stands up, bends over, waiting for a chance to hit The One and Only. Black staggers to his knees, stands up, and Christianson lifts him up, but Black slips out! Christianson turns around, and Black connects with a big enzuigiri! Christianson falls to the mat, as does Black, both facing the same direction – the corner of Ace and Big Dave. Both of them stagger slowly over to the same side.

Copeland: What’s going on here, Cohen? They seem to be headed to the same corner, toward the Daves!

Christianson and Black, both dazed, unaware that they’re headed toward the same side. Christianson reaches out and tags in Ace, while Black reaches out and blindly tags in Big Dave! The Daves look at each other for a moment before entering the ring. They move to the center, unsure of what to do. Ace then gets a sly grin on his face, and drops down to the mat! Catching on, Big Dave follows and covers Ace!

Copeland: Wait a minute, wait a minute! Is this legal!

Cohen: Of course it’s legal! What genius! What innovation! They’ll win right here!

The ref seems unsure for a moment, scratches his head. He then shrugs, realizing it’s not in the rules that the men in the ring have to be on different teams. A little reluctant, he counts one, two…but David Cougar flys off the top rope, dropping an elbow on Big Dave, breaking up the count! Dave rolls to the side, where he tags in Phoenix. Cougar pulls up Ace, whips him into Cougar’s corner, where he quickly slips out of the ring and tags himself in by tagging Ace’s leg! Ace turns around to shout at Dave, but Phoenix runs and knocks him in the back! He leans over the rope, where Cougar pulls him out and hits a big neckbreaker right on the floor! Ace looks knocked out on the floor as Cougar returns to the ring. Phoenix rushes Cougar, but Cougar, near the ropes, elevates Phoenix right over the top rope! Cougar stands alone in the ring as he poses for the crowd. Both Phoenix and Ace have staggered to their feet outside the ring…Cougar looks at them…considers for a moment...then flies out of the ring, taking them both out with a huge suicide dive! All three men are out on the outside of the ring!
 
Copeland: Oh my God! What a move! What sacrifice Cougar is taking, to walk out of here tag team champion!

Cohen: What a stupid move, Seabass! He did as much damage to himself as he did Ace and Phoenix! They call it a “suicide” dive for a reason, you know!

Big Dave drops out and shoves Phoenix back into the ring at his corner, where he pulls him up and tags in. He then drops out of the ring and shoves Cougar back in. He covers Cougar, hoping the landing from the suicide dive might have taken him out, but he kicks out at two! Big Dave stands up and looks frustrated, considering what to do next. Cougar staggers slowly to his feet. Big Dave runs and hits a big clothesline, nearly taking Cougar’s head off!

Cohen: Now you see what stupid moves like that dive cost a competitor! Cougar had the match well in hand, and now he’s getting his ass handed to him by Big Dave! Good! He deserves it!

Meanwhile, Big Dave has covered Cougar but only got a two count. He viciously stomps all over the chest and gut of Cougar. Big Dave returns to his corner, where Ace has recovered and is waiting, but he doesn’t tag in just yet. Big Dave crouches down, looking for a big spear! Cougar staggers to his feet, dazed, and turns around…right into a big spear from Big Dave! He looks at his handiwork for a moment, grinning, then covers him for a one, two…kickout! Only a two count as Big Dave looks frustrated. There’s fire in his eyes and he stands up, hands on his knees, clearly waiting for Cougar to get up so he can catch him in something big! Cougar staggers up again, looking around…Big Dave lifts him up in the Fireman’s carry, and PLANTS him with the Stamp of Authority! Cougar is laid out, but Big Dave, instead of going for the cover, tags in Ace, he heads to the top rope…and NAILS the Rock Out, a corkscrew moonsault! He goes for the three count as Big Dave watches him, keeping the ring clear... TM tries to save his partner, but Big Dave takes him out, the other opponents aren’t quick enough to reach Ace as the referee counts one, two, three!

Harrys: Ladies and gentleman, here are your winner and NEW WZCW World Tag Team Champions, Ace David and Big Dave!

Big Dave jumps up and down, celebrating, and embraces Ace as the referee raises their hands! The other opponents drop the outside, nursing wounds and looking sullen, as Ace and Big Dave celebrate. The referee hands them their belts, which they grab away from him and raise in triumph!
 
The scene flashes backstage where Big Will is being carted into an ambulance amidst paramedics and WZCW officials. Steamboat Ricky is present also, and he's talking to Will.

Ricky: Will, I'm so sorry. I got here just as fast as I could...he came out of nowhere and I couldn't avoid him. He drove away so fast, I barely even saw what kind of car he was driving...I ran here all the way across town just as fast as I could...

Will: Ricky, it's ok...you did what you could...I'll be ok...I just need you to do me one favor...go win the big one, buddy.

Will is pushed all the way into the ambulance. The doors close and it drives away as Ricky stands there looking on.
 
*DING DING DING*

The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"O Fortuna" by Orff hits and out comes Vengeance. He comes out with slow paced, ominous walk down to the ring, wearing a hooded cloak, arms linked in front (similar to a monk). He enters the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. He stands facing turnbuckle and pulls back the hood, raising his head toward the sky, as though looking for divine inspiration. He removes his cloak and drapes it over a ringpost.

Introducing first, from Oslo, Norway...weighing in at 275 lbs...Vengeance!!

Copeland: Scary.

Cohen: That's Vengeance, Seabass...not your mother.

"Down Under" by Men at Work hits and out comes Daniel Stokes. The lights flicker like lightning. Daniel "The Thunder" Stokes appears and raises his arms in the arm. He starts walking down the entrance high-fiving a few people, as well as pulling his arm away from a few. He enters the ring and gets on the turnbuckle and raises his arms.

Harrys: And his opponent, from Brisbane, Australia, weighing in at 95 Kg..."The Thunder from Down Under"...Daniel Stokes!!!
 
The two start the match by moving toward each other in the center of the ring. Though unrecognizable, it appears as though Stokes is talking smack to Vengeance. Based on the look upon Vengeance's face, it would seem as though he does not appreciate it. This is confirmed when Vengeance rears back and tags Stokes with a haymaker. He then begins stomping a muddhole in the retreating Stokes who slips out of the ring to regain composure.

Copeland: Vengeance didn't appreciate whatever Stokes had to say...and he sure paid for it!!
Cohen: That Vengeance is all bark and no bite. I've seen toy poodles that look scarier than him!

Vengeance goes outside of the ring to give chase, but Stokes smartly slides back into the ring. As Vengeance follows suit, Stokes stomps him immediately. Vengeance stands up, but Stokes continues to hit right hand after right hand and whips him into the ropes and hits a dropkick. He continues to stomp on Vengeance, then picks him up and hits a scoop slam. Stokes then runs the ropes yelling "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie" and hits a legdrop on Vengeance...1....2....kickout emphatically.


Copeland: Impressive offense thus far by "The Thunder from Down Under"!

Cohen: Of course...all bark.
Copeland: Based on that kickout...he must be barking pretty loudly.

Stokes picks up Vengeance and gives him several chops, throwing him into the corner and driving his elbow into the face of the Oslo native. Vengeance clenches his teeth in anger and throws the Australian into the corner he himself was occupying, and he nails a barrage of right hands. He then whips him into the ropes and hits a thunderous big boot. He picks up Stokes, hits snake eyes, runs off the ropes and hits him with a running inverted DDT. Vengeance with the cover....1....2....kickout by Stokes.

Copeland: That Vengeance is an animal. I don't know if there is a force quite like him in WZCW...
Cohen: There is...but it generally depends on what you've eaten the night before, Seabass.
 
Vengeance picks up Stokes and hits him with a couple of right hands. He then throws Stokes into the ropes and picks him up for what appears to be a powerslam. However, Stokes counters this move into the "DownUnder" Hook!!! He's got it locked in!


Copeland: Oh man! He's brought down Vengeance! He's got the Hook locked in!

Cohen: I told you, Seabass.

Somehow, Vengeance manages to free his arm from Stokes legs and picks Stokes up with the Hook still locked in...and Vengeance drops him with back falling suplex. Both are now laid out on the mat. Both struggle to their feet and Stokes finally gets up with a quick rush and looks to go for an overhead suplex on Vengeance. However, Vengeance counters and hits Judge, Jury, and Executioner. He goes for the cover....1....2......3!

*DING DING DING*


Harrys: Here is your winner....Vengeance!

Copeland: What about that bark, Jacko?
Cohen: We're announcing wrestling matches, here, Seabass. Get your mind off of your tree-hugging.


A clip switches over showing Everest strapping on his boots for the main-event. The WZCW World Heavyweight Title is on the bench beside him.
 
Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish, and it is for the WZCW Mayhem Championship!

"Be Free" by Papa Roach hits and Drake comes out to the ring with a huge grin and a beer bottle in hand, as he staggers to the ring, slapping the hands of fans on the road. In the ring, he lifts the beer to the crowd in a toast, and chugs it down. He walks around the ring some more, raising the empty beer bottle in salute to the fans.

Harrys: Introducing first, the challenger, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 215 pounds, Drake Callahan!

Copeland: This is a huge opportunity for Callahan – his first one on one match for a singles championship in WZCW. Still, he’s got one of the toughest men in WZCW to go through – and in a hardcore match, where the champion, Milenko, is going to be especially dangerous.

Cohen: Not only is this man a raging drunk, but in the last few weeks, he’s gone clinically insane! Have you heard him, Seabass? He raves like a madman, standing there in darkness. Frankly, I’m scared! One of these days, he just might snap and go on a killing spree!

Copeland: Will you stop?

Cohen: I’m not kidding here, Seabass! He should be locked up in a mental hospital right now, instead of out here wrestling! Ha! And better yet, they’re letting him go wild with whatever weapons he wants? It’s downright scary!

Woke up this Morning hits the PA system and Milenko walks on to the stage with a cocky look on his face. He struts to the ring as the fans boo him as loud as they can. When he gets to the ring he throws his arms out to his sides and he gets a cocky smile as he waits for his opponent. He stares down Drake.

Harrys: Introducing his opponent, from Atlantic City, New Jersey, weighing in at 200 pounds, the WZCW Mayhem Champion, Milenko!

Copeland: There’s bad blood here, Cohen. I think Milenko is going to go further than just retaining his title tonight – he wants to do some serious damage to Callahan.

Cohen: As well he should, Seabass! Maybe he’ll put him out of action, permanently! Then we won’t have to worry about him showing his face around here!

The referee reaches out for Milenko’s title belt, but Milenko holds onto it, looking at it, then at Callahan. Finally, reluctantly, he surrenders the title. The referee presents it to Drake, then to Milenko, and then raises it up for all to see.

Copeland: That’s what it’s all about right there, Cohen.

The referee signals for the bell as the action gets underway. The competitors circle each other in the ring for a while, Milenko staring Drake down with a murderous look on his face, Drake still holding a crooked grin on his face. They move closer to the center of the ring, where they lock up. Drake, larger than Milenko, forces him into the corner, where he hits some big rights. Milenko forces his way out, and the two spin around for a moment, before Drake forces Milenko into another corner, where he connects with more right hands. After a few shots, Drake backs up, with Milenko still slumped in the corner. He rushes the corner and hits a big clothesline on Milenko, who staggers out and falls flat on his face. Drake picks Milenko up, whips him into the corner, and connects with a big running boot! He follows for a cover, but Milenko kicks out at one.

Cohen: He really is crazy if he thinks he’ll put the champ away that quick.

Drake stands up as Milenko gets to his feet, slower. Drake connects with a few punches in the center of the ring, before whipping him into the corner again. He rushes the corner, leaps up, and nails him with a corner dropkick! Milenko sprawls out and rolls out of the ring. Drake slips out as well, and follows. On the outside, Drake hits a few more right hands before whipping Milenko in the direction of the announcer’s table…right into the steel ring steps! Milenko clutches his shoulder in pain as he lies on the ground. Drake lifts him up, kicks him in the gut, and elevates him in a sidewalk slam, right onto the steel steps! Milenko rolls off the steps, clutching his back in pain. Drake stands on the steps and poses for the crowd.

Copeland: Drake has been hugely dominant in the early parts of this match. Milenko needs to get back in this.

Cohen: Oh, I guarantee you, Copeland, this drunk will slip up and get what’s coming to him from Milenko.
 
Drake steps off the steps, picks Milenko up, and rolls him back into the ring. Drake follows. Milenko staggers to his feet, but Drake plants him right into the mat with a forward Russian legsweep. Milenko staggers to his knees and Drake catches him right in the gut, flipping him over on his back. Milenko lays, dazed, and Drake backs up toward him…leaps, and nails him with a standing moonsault! He covers for a one, two…but Milenko kicks out at two! Drake confirms with the ref that it was only two, then quickly gets to his feet. Drake slips out of the ring and roots around underneath the ring…and pulls out a steel chair! The crowd goes wild as Drake slips into the ring with the chair. He slams it on the mat, calling for Milenko to get up. Milenko staggers up, turns toward Drake, Drake swings…but Milenko ducks to the side, and catches Drake in a neckbreaker!

Cohen: Ha! I told you, Seabass! It was just a matter of time.

Both men lie on the mat, Milenko exhausted from Drake’s assault while Drake recovers from the neckbreaker. They both get to their feet, and trade rights and lefts in the center of the ring. They’re both staggering, ready to fall down. Finally, Milenko hits a big right that drops Drake. With Drake laid out, Milenko goes up to the top rope and waits for him to get up…Drake staggers to his feet…Milenko FLIES off the top rope and connects with a clothesline! Drake is laid out in the middle of the ring, but Milenko doesn’t go for the cover. He goes outside the ring…and pulls out a table!

Copeland: Looks like Milenko plans on rearranging the furniture here tonight, Cohen!

Milenko slides the table into the ring and follows after it. He sets it up in the center of the ring. He picks Drake up and delivers some right hands. As Drake stands staggered, Milenko elevates him for a spinebuster…right through the table!

Cohen: Yeah! Nice shot, Milenko! Break his back!

Milenko covers Drake for a one, two…Drake kicks out at two! Milenko can’t believe it! He kicks Drake in the side, again and again, kicking him right out of the ring. Milenko follows and roots underneath the ring, where he finds a trash can. Drake staggers and steadies himself on the announcer’s table. Milenko readies the trash can…and SLAMS it right into Drake’s head! The can is dented and Milenko tosses it aside, not letting Drake fall as he follows up with right hands. He lays him out on the table and climbs up there with him.

Cohen: Whoa, whoa! Milenko, can’t you break someone else’s table?

Copeland: I think it’s time we stood up and backed away from the action here, Cohen!

Milenko picks Drake up and punches him a few times. He knees him in the gut, picks him up, and head butts him! He then kicks him, bending him over…and DDTs him right on the table! Somehow, the table stays standing! Milenko looks angry, as he wanted to send Drake through another table. He stands Drake up, and backs away onto the other table, preparing for some sort of running move. He charges Drake…but Drake leaps off the table, catching Milenko’s leg! Milenko slams face first in the table, but the table stays upright! Drake staggers on the outside, but steadies on his feet. He’s bleeding from a cut above his eye, from the DDT. He raises his hand up, looking for support from the fans. They cheer in response. He grabs the chair he’d brought into the ring earlier, and SLAMS it right onto Milenko’s gut. Milenko clutches his stomach in pain. Drake tosses the chair back into the ring and follows inside, before clambering onto the top rope. His face is a crimson mask now, and he positions himself toward Milenko…he raises his hand, looks out at the crowd…and FLIES from the top rope, dropping an elbow onto Milenko, smashing the table to pieces! Milenko looks knocked out, and Drake doesn’t look much better!
 
Copeland: My God! They’ve destroyed the table! The ref has to stop this!

Cohen: It’s hardcore rules, you moron! There’s no ref stoppage here! One fall to a finish!

Drake rolls to the side and clutches the ring steps, pulling himself up. He stumbles, but gets back up, remaining upright. He pulls Milenko up and rolls him into the ring. Milenko’s on his back, where Drake places the chair. He jumps up, and PLANTS his boots into the chair, right on Milenko’s back! Milenko writhes in pain from the back shot. Drake smiles in grim satisfaction. He sets the chair down, and stands in front of Milenko…he thinks for a moment, stroking his chin…and follows to the ground, LOCKING him in the Last Chancery, the Last Call! Milenko’s arms are flying as he struggles to break the hold! He clambers over to the ropes, grabbing onto them, but it’s no use! Drake doesn’t have to break the hold!

Copeland: Milenko’s going to tap! He’s going to tap!

Milenko looks on the verge of tapping…but somehow, he flips Drake over, breaking the hold! They both get up at the same time, and they trade haymakers in the center of the ring! Both men are dazed! Suddenly, Milenko hits a dropkick right to the knees! Drake is on his knees!

Cohen: You know what he’s looking for now, Seabass!

Milenko swings and hits the Buzz Saw Kick! The Murder-Go-Round connects! Drake is out cold! But Milenko isn’t going for the cover!

Cohen: He just hit the Murder-Go-Round, but he wants to put Drake out, permanently!

He nails Drake with the chair, time and time again, just tearing Drake apart. He goes outside and grabs two more chairs to replace his first one, which is falling apart. He lays one chair beneath Drake’s head, and raises the other, looking for a con-chair-to! He rains down with the chair…but somehow, Drake rolls away! Milenko is staggered! Drake rolls him up, and gets a one, two…only a two count! The crowd groans in disappointment. Both men are on their feet, but Milenko has a chair! He swings wide, but missed! He swings all the way around, Drake bends his head down, and catches him in a snap DDT, right onto the chair! Milenko is busted open! Drake staggers to his feet one more time, clutching the ropes for support. He lays the chair out a small distance away from the turnbuckle. He grabs Milenko, whips him into the corner where the chair is out in front. He follows, ramming into Milenko with an elbow smash. He pushes Milenko up to the top rope, and follows him up! He punches Milenko square in the jaw, and in an amazing feat of strength, lifts him onto his shoulders! He stands, facing the ring, Milenko on his shoulders, dazed! Drake leaps off the turnbuckle…and PLANTS Milenko’s head with a brainbuster RIGHT onto the steel chair! Milenko is KO’d! Drake covers him…the referee counts one, two…three! Drake, face a bloody mess, jumps up, unbelieving, grasping the referee, holding up three fingers, confirming it!

Copeland: Drake wins! Drake wins! Drake Callahan is the new Mayhem Champion!

Cohen: No! That drunk! That madman! I can’t believe he’s actually a champion!
Drake rolls out of the ring and roots under the ring…

Cohen: What now!? You already won! Just take your belt and leave!

…and pulls out…a cooler full of beer! He pulls one out, cracks it open, and chugs it down! He’s grinning, dripping beer and blood all over the place! He slides back into the ring with another beer, where the referee hands him his belt.


Harrys: Here is your winner…and the NEW WZCW Mayhem Champion…Drake Callahan!


Drake is laughing as he clutches his title, cracking open another beer and chugging it down. He slaps the hands of all the fans as he makes his way to the back, celebrating his newly won title.
 
Copeland: It's time for the Elite X Title match...and I, for one, am really hoping to see Red Mask bring the title home.
Cohen: Of course you would, Seabass. You're a wimp...and kids made fun of at school.

Red Mask's theme hits to a massive pop.


Harrys: The following match is for the Elite X title, making his way down to the ring from Keystone City, Kansas at a weight of 215lbs, he is the challenger RED MASK!


Red Mask comes out to the stage. Points to the crowd to his left to cheers. Turns to the right to cheers. He walks down the ramp and does a lap round the ring
giving high fives to the fans. He walks up the steps and climbs the turn-buckle to give a thumbs up.

“Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones hits as the crowd begins to boo.


Harrys: And his opponent from Moscow, Russia at a weight of 230lbs and being accompanied by Swindle McKenzie….he is the Elite X Champion…Carmen Bratchny!

Bratchny & McKenzie make their way out as McKenzie mouths off as normal; Bratchny walks up the steps and climbs through the ropes.

The match starts just as it did on MD 20 with both men staring each other down and a Bratchny push. Red Mask stumbles a little, but gives a push back to Bratchny, Bratchny then with another push knocking Red Mask down. Bratchny goes at it once again using his big power moves; knocking Red Mask down with a brain buster…Bratchny goes for the cover…kick out after two.

Copeland: Bratchny is simply overpowering the superhero.
Cohen: This happened a lot to you growing up, didn't it Seabass? Awww...poor baby!

Bratchny picks Red Mask up and gives him an Irish whip into the ropes, Red Mask utilises this and gives Bratchny a flying clothesline. The crowd are pumped for this as Red mask gives Bratchny a few jabs to the face and gets Bratchny in the sleeper hold.


Bratchny manages to break free after a minute or so and goes for the Petrov driver, Red Mask manages to use his speed to worm his way out of this. Bratchny manages to give Red Mask an Irish whip to the corner into the turnbuckle and picks up Red Mask to go for a spine buster from the top rope, Red Mask manages to reverse this pushing Bratchny down and out of no where goes for the Red Comet. Red Mask covers Bratchny 1…2…3.



Copeland: He did it! He did it! Red Mask is the new Elite X Champion!!!

Cohen: No!!! It can't be!!! He must have cheated!!

Swindle McKenzie gets on the mic and says that due to the stipulation of this match pinfalls do not count! The crowd boo as the match restarts, Bratchny is back to his feet as he goes to give Red Mask a Petrov Driver, with him being lain out. Bratchny then gets Red Mask in the sleeper hold. This is held in for quite some time as the referee picks up Red Masks arm…it falls to the mat, the referee does it again and again it falls to the mat. The referee goes for the third drop but Red Masks arm doesn’t fall to a massive pop.

Copeland: This is an outrage...Red Mask should be the champ!
Cohen: Clearly you know nothing of pre-match rules, Seabass.

He manages to leap to the rope as the hold is broken. He gets up and gives Bratchny a European uppercut followed by a Kesagiri chop and then by a spinning heel kick. Bratchny is knocked down as Red Mask picks him up and gives him the Thundera. Red Mask goes for the cover, and then realizes that pins don’t count! He locks in the ankle lock on Bratchny and manages to hold it in as Bratchny taps.

Copeland: Finally! We can move on now!
Cohen: This is the SECOND time Bratchny's been screwed!

Swindle McKenzie gets on the mic again and says that due to the nature of this match, submissions do not count…this match is a last man standing match. Red Mask looks clearly annoyed by this. Bratchny is finally back on his feet as he climbs out the ring and comes in with a steel chair.

Copeland: What now! Are they making up the rules as they go??
Cohen: Why don't you let the officials do the officiating, Seabass?

He hits Red Mask over the head as he stumbles around, he hits him again as Red Mask is lain flat out in the ring. Bratchny then climbs out and brings in the trash can and a stop sign. He keeps hitting Red mask with them as though he’s lost control. The referee begins to count 1…2….3…4….5…6…7…8…9…10


Copeland: This is a travesty! I can't believe this!

Cohen: Bratchny won fair and square!!

McKenzie gets on the microphone and gives a spiel about how Carmen Bratchny is the future of WZCW, he then orders Bratchny to unmask Red Mask. Red Mask is out cold in the ring still as Bratchny goes over and removes Red Masks mask to reveal it is Titus.


Copeland: It's...it's...Titus!? It's Titus! Red Mask is Titus!!!


Bratchny and Swindle leave the ring and leave Titus unconscious in the ring.
 
Copeland: Oh boy...here is the match we've been waiting for...the WZCW World Title match.
Cohen: That's right, Seabass. The two best in the business today, going one on one for the first time. I can't wait!

Harrys: Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Main Event of the Evening. It‘s scheduled for one fall to the finish, and it‘s for the W.Z.C.W World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 260lbs., currently residing from Tortuga. STEAMBOAT RICKY!

“Over the Seas” by Alestorm blares over the sound system, as the fans all rise from their feet and begin cheering wildly. Ricky walks out through the curtain, with his signature cooler filled with non-alcoholic grog in tow. As Ricky pauses for a moment, to look out toward the fans and soak in everything, he opens his cooler early and cracks open a grog. Ricky raises the grog to the fans, then downs it quickly. He then begins making his way down the aisle, pausing briefly to pose with fans, and even take photo-opts with children and babies at ringside.

Ricky stops right before entering the ring, as he sees a sign in the crowd. Ricky asks for the sign, as he holds it up himself for the camera to be sure and pick up. It simply reads Totally Not Atrocious. Ricky tosses the sign back to the fan, as he makes his way to the ring and await’s the Heavyweight Champion.



Harrys:And his Opponent, weighing in tonight at 205lbs, currently hailing from the City of Angels, Los Angeles, California. Ladies and Gentleman, this.. Is your.. World Heavyweight Champion, EVEREST!



“Supernova” by Powerman 5000 erupts over the sound system, as the fans continue cheering and roaring for another one of their fan favorites. The lights dim down, then go pitch black. The words “Are You Ready?” appear on the tron as the lights suddenly come back on, Everest is standing in the center of the stage, in front of the entrance, with Orange lights flashing all around the arena. Everest smiles, as he just looks around the arena, then focuses on Ricky in the ring, as he begins making his way to the ring.

Everest stops short of the ring, similar to Ricky, the only difference is Everest stops because of a group of beautiful Woman wanting a picture. Everest takes off the Heavyweight title, only to pose with the beautiful Women, then he continues into the ring.

Both men come to center ring, as they stare eye to eye with one another. The official goes over the rules of the match with each man, as neither takes their eyes off their opponent. Everest holds up the Heavyweight title, as Ricky nods his head. It seems each man has a bit of jaw jacking to do, but nothing too much. As the official calls for the bell, Ricky instantly holds out his hand in a show of honor. Everest nods and shakes Ricky’s hand.


Copeland: Here we go, Jacko...can you feel all of this electricity? This definitely has a big match feel.
Cohen: Seabass, we might not have seen a matchup bigger than this one right here.

Both men back away from each other, only to then come at each other full force in a hard tie-up. Everest gets the upper hand, whipping Ricky into the ropes going for a clothesline, only for Ricky to duck underneath and bounce off the far side, as Everest turns around Ricky goes for a clothesline that Everest ducks. Now both men run at the opposite side of the ring, meeting in the center with a double clothesline hard and early.


Copeland: Oh! Double clothesline!

Cohen: One of them forgot to take the high road there.

Each man slowly gets up, giving approval to the other for their strength. As Everest and Ricky get to their feet, they tie-up once again with Ricky getting a side headlock on Everest, only to jerk him over into a ground headlock wear-down. Everest tries to counter by wrapping his legs up and around Ricky’s head, but Ricky tightens the grip around Everest’s head, causing him to fall short. After a brief moment of trying to wear Everest down, the fans rally behind Everest and allow him to use the strength to get up from the mat, with Ricky’s headlock still on him, only for Everest to whip Ricky off into the ropes.

Ricky bounces off the ropes, then connects with a hard shoulder block on Everest. As Everest drops, Ricky bounces over him and hit’s the ropes, only for Everest to roll over, as Ricky bounces over and hit’s the opposite side of the ropes, as he comes off, Everest jumps up and hit’s a sharp arm-drag, locking in an armbar submission on Ricky, this time wearing him down. The official checks in as if Ricky could even consider giving up, but naturally he doesn’t.



Copeland: What resilience by Steamboat Ricky...the man never quits.

Cohen: And neither does, Everest. Just wait, there's more where that came from!

As the match goes on further, both men go back and forth with wear downs, rest holds, and technical wrestling ability. Everest controls a good portion of the beginning of the contest, only for Ricky’s more hardcore and brawling style to come into conflict when the match turned in his favor mid-way through. We cut back into the match toward the end, with both men a lot more spent and worn down. Action went outside the ring, back in, and currently picks up back outside the ring…
 
Ricky whips Everest hard into the steel steps, as the official is pleading with both men to get the action back into the ring. As Ricky barely looks like he can capitalize, he takes a moment to catch his breath, then charges Everest, only to have Everest quickly get up, and hit a hip toss on Ricky, which sends him awkwardly down on the steel steps. Everest and Ricky are both drained, and grasping to make it back in the ring, as the official is slow to make any type of count in a match this big.

Copeland: I like how the ref is letting this match be decided in the ring, don't you Jacko?
Cohen: Sure do, Seabass. There needs to be a clear-cut winner in this match.
Copeland: Wow...you are surprisingly impartial during this bout.

As both men finally slide back in, each man is on the ground, now exchanging punches back and forth with each other. Ricky gains the upper hand with the brawling style, as Everest can’t match his power with punches. Ricky gets to his feet, grabbing Everest and pulling him up, only to whip him hard into the corner. Everest hit’s the turnbuckles and falls down into the bottom half of the corner, only for Ricky to charge in and hit a huge knee to the face. Ricky quickly makes a cover on a prone Everest, but only gets a 2-count as the match continues.

Copeland: We almost had a new champ!
Cohen: Ricky is going to have to dish out more punishment than that to "bring down the mountain," Seabass!

Ricky looks out toward the fans, seemingly unsure what to do next as everything has been done already. Ricky pulls Everest up out of the corner, only to hit a very stiff spike piledriver. At this point, Ricky then signals for the end, as he yells out “Man Over Board!” Ricky climbs up the ropes slowly, only to look out toward the fans. As Ricky gets ready to jump off the top rope, Everest suddenly nips up.

Copeland: The end could be near for Everest!

Ricky seems shocked, both un-Ricky-like jumps off the ropes anyway, going for an axe smash, only for Everest to block it, and counter into the set-up to The Rock Slide. Ricky quickly realizes the trouble he’s found himself in, as he pounds on the side of Everest’s head with hard elbows, shaking Everest loose and stopping the finish coming that soon.

Copeland: Everest almost had him there. I thought it was over.
Cohen: Ricky is lucky he had the sense to know what was going on there because nobody kicks out of the Rock Slide!

As Everest stumbles away, Ricky tries to then put the match away himself, but sweeping Everest’s legs out from under him, going for the Boo Box, only for Everest to counter that attempt with a roll-up for a 2-count. Both men get to their feet, as they rush at each other. Ricky throws a quick right, only for Everest to block it, and hit a float over DDT. Everest once again nips up, as he yells out to the fans and signals for the end himself.


Copeland: Could this be the end?

Cohen: We'll just have to see...Everest is a mighty competitor, but don't count Ricky out just yet!

Everest grabs Ricky by the hair, trying to pull him up, but Ricky seems lifeless. Everest pauses a couple different times, before finally pulling Ricky up to his feet and positioning him for a Rock Slide, as Everest goes to connect, Ricky once again blocks the attempt with several shots to the side of the head, causing Everest to stumble away, only to turn back into Ricky as Ricky goes for a Deck Swabber, only for Everest to counter out of the mid-portion, landing on his feet, countering out of the Powerbomb and yet again going for a Rock Slide, only for Ricky to block yet again, swinging Everest around and hitting a huge Blunderbuss!! Ricky falls on to Everest, as the official makes the count. 1.……….. 2.…………… 3!!!

*DING DING DING*


Copeland: Ricky's done it! We have a new WZCW Heavyweight Champion of the World!!! Steamboat Ricky's career-long journey has culminated in winning the WZCW Title!!!
Cohen: Wow. What a match, Seabass...a chess match between two masters!

The fans go crazy, as the bell sounds and the announcer announces Steamboat Ricky, as the NEW World Heavyweight Champion!!


Harrys: Here is your winner....and....NEW!!! WZCW World Heavyweight Champion...Steamboat...RICKY!!!!!


Ricky is on his knees, as Everest rolls out of the ring, seemingly in disgust. Ricky is awarded the Championship, as it seems he might almost be crying.

Suddenly, Everest rolls back into the ring and grabs the Championship away from Ricky, as the fans give a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. Ricky seems confused, as Everest holds out his hand, in offering to help Ricky up. Ricky allows it, as both men are once again eye to eye. Everest holds out his hand again, this time in an attempt to shake Ricky’s hand, as Ricky nods and shakes Everest’s hand. The fans cheer loudly, as Everest holds out the Championship, resting it on Ricky’s shoulders only to then raise Ricky’s hand and point to the NEW Heavyweight Champion.

Copeland: What a great display, by Everest! It's this kind of mutual respect and sportsmanship that makes this business the greatest sports-entertainment division in the world.

Everest quietly exit’s the ring, as Ricky stays and celebrates, calling several children into the ring, as Ricky calls for several grogs, handing them out to all the children, as he celebrates with confetti coming down from the roof, and pyro exploding from the staging area! Ricky stands on the turnbuckles with grogs in hand toasting the crowd and the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship.

Copeland: We thank you for joining us for WZCW Unscripted...good night everybody!!!
 
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