Wrestle: UK Legacy #5: Nottingham Carnage

[Mr. Blood]

The show opens to a white hot Nottingham crowd, and the fans all have weapons at the ready. The Tron shows footage from Night of Champions which draws some boos, and the fans are clearly not at all happy.

Then the lights go down, and ‘Outlaws & Outsiders’ hits as the Sons of Grimm walk from the back, they sneer at the crowd as they take up station at the top of the ramp. Arms folded over their chests as they mock the fans, and then Eddie Havok comes from the back. Pausing to thrust the W:UK title into the air.

Pyros hit, and the fans are still jeering as the four head for the ring. Eddie Havok climbs inside, calling for the mic before he holds the belt high again. ‘All of you people need to show some respect, because this is the Age of Havok! I told all of you I would stop at nothing to win this title! And I did it!’

The fans slam their weapons against the barricades, and wave them in the air as they chant for ‘Fowler!’.

Eddie rolls his eyes, and shakes his head as the Sons of Grimm laugh.

Havok: What a bunch of losers, you have a real champion in front of you! You’re as big as posers as Dominic Morrissey, or Fowler! The first order of–’

The lights go down suddenly, and ‘Money’ by Pink Floyd washes over the arena. There is a mixed pop, and then Mister Blood walks from the back. He adjusts his tie, frowning as he heads for the ring. He walks past the Sons of Grimm, and then lifts his own mic.

Blood: ‘Congratulations on your win, Eddie. This might be the Age of Havok, but it is my company! And the first–’

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
Except for the ring of the truncheon thing…

The fans exploded as Fowler emerged from the back, and he scowled at the ring before he tugged at his elbow pad. He slapped his shoulders, and then he shrugged before he started down the ramp. He may have favored his left leg slightly, but as the Sons of Grimm headed for the ropes he threw his leg over before he came inside.

Mister Blood held up his hands, and shook his head.

Blood: No, no, no! We’re not doing this! I have enough on my plate tonight!

Havok: You should listen to him, big man before your leg ends up like Windsor’s arm.

The Sons of Grimm laughed at that, and Havok chuckled as the fans booed. And Fowler took a step forward before he drew up short as Blood spoke again.

Blood: Either one of you throws a punch? I will make sure we have a new champion, and there will be no rematch.

The pair didn’t like that, and Blood stared at the Sons of Grimm.

Blood: That goes for you three too.

Fowler: I want my rematch! I want my rematch for the title I never lost! Because this piece of shit didn’t pin me! He never pinned a Bastard!

Havok: I broke one’s arm!

Fowler took a step closer, but Blood arched a brow before he shrugged.

Blood: At Halifax Homecoming on September 17th it will be Billy Fowler vs. Eddie Havok! One on one for the W:UK World Championship! And since I have learned no one in this company can mind their own business? It will be inside HELL IN A CELL!

The fans explode, coming to their feet as Blood nods at the suddenly grinning Fowler. Havok stares at his title, and shrugs.

Havok: If there is anything left of you after your match with Team SWAT in Sydney? I will see you inside the Cell, big man.

Blood paused.

Blood: Oh, I wouldn’t get too excited. You see I made some calls, and reached out to find you an opponent for Sydney. And so you will be facing JROK’s own, Kira Izumi for the W:UK World Championship!

The fans are on their feet, and Fowler smirked as Havok started to argue with Blood. Blood shrugged, and headed for the back before Fowler stepped past the Sons of Grimm to stared down at Havok before he threw a fist in the air.

Havok glared back, and then held up the belt before we cut to commercial.

Segment

[Open.]

Voiceover: "Wrestle:UK is home to some of the best tag team wrestling you'll find anywhere in the world. The long list of capable teams has become the spoils of Mr. Blood's empire. Some argue that Tag Team Wrestling is a thing of the past - while Wrestle:UK has a much different view on that narrative. Want proof? Look no further than right here and now."

[The Oblivion Death Squad.]

[Mormo.]

[Moloch.]

Voiceover: "Two of the biggest and meanest dudes you'll ever come across. Add to the fact that they're available at a moment's notice to one of the most maniacal men in professional wrestling - Donzig."

[The Strong-Arm of Donzig-Gun]

[The Enforcers for the man who doesn't really need any backup.]

[Still Shot of Donzig laughing wickedly at the spoils of his empire.]

[Flash.]

[...]

[The Gluck Brothers.]

[Footage airs of the two men who appear to have that raw-bone strength that you just can't teach.]

Voiceover: "If Daeriq Damien vouches for you, then you know you're the real deal."

[Highlights from a local dojo where we watch as the duo throw around a couple of training partners with relative ease.]

Voiceover: At a combined weight of well over 550 pounds - This 'New School' Power mixed with 'Flash' isn't often duplicated. The raw talent is there, and they've aligned themselves with two hall of fame level talents to help guide their growth and development."

[Slam.]

[Whack.]

[We watch the bodies fall.]

Voiceover: "Talk about high upside? Look no further than these two monsters from the Mudflats of Mississippi."

[One final still shot of the brother duo.]

[Flash.]

[...]

[The sound of motorcycles revving their engines.]

[The Skulls of Grimm.]

Voiceover: "The muscle behind the current Wrestle:UK World Champion are no outfit to mess with. Their power reaches beyond the world of professional wrestling, and into the streets and neighbourhood that they desire to takeover."

[Menacing stares from the Trio follow.]

[The wind in the air blows through their long flowing hair.]

[Liam O'Neil.]

[Bill Drake.]

Voiceover: "Their 'club' all of the sudden wields the power within Wrestle:UK. The president of their Motorcycle Club reached the pinnacle at Night of Champions, and this 'set' has no intentions of relinquishing their hold at the top of the card."

[What's Next?]

Voiceover: "As the hierarchy within the Wrestle:UK Tag Team division shakes out - one has to imagine that The Skulls of Grimm will have their day and influence before it's all said and done."

[The sound of the engines shutting off is next.]

[Silence.]

[Flash.]

[Cut.]

Segment

(Katie Moss is walking through the corridor and finds Terminatrix standing guard outside Commandrix's locker room weapon at the ready in case anyone tries to go in unauthorized.)

Katie Moss: "Is Commandrix in the locker room."

Terminatrix: "She is."

(She holds up a device.)

Terminatrix: "Katie Moss is here to interview you."

Commandrix: "Send her in."

(Terminatrix opens the door to let her in. Katie sees Commandrix doing some strange warm ups and sees the intensity on her face. The Dark Stars are with her with the same intensity on their faces.)

Commandrix: "Welcome Katie it's been along time since we talked."

Katie Moss: "Close to a year. You haven't wrestled in three years."

Commandrix: "I know."

Katie Moss: "Well you get to face your bitter rival Sinclair Godfrey after three years."

(Commandrix's face darkens.)

Commandrix: "Three years ago we were supposed to have a three way between myself, Sinclair Godfrey and someone named Isabel Rios. It was to decide who was the better Amazon but Isabel Rios stole the victory. Well where is that preening diva."

Katie Moss: "She left the now former SWAT."

Commandrix: "No she didn't leave. She ran like a coward and never stayed to prove her loyalty. Meanwhile Sinclair decided to blame me for costing her the victory. Well if that was the way she wanted it. Fine. Sound like a whining crybaby but just remember this Sinclair Godfrey. What started three years ago and continued last month when our teams met. What continues from there shall end tonight."

Katie Moss: "What if it doesn't end between you and Sinclair Godfrey."

(Commandrix's face grows darker.)

Commandrix: "Then if it doesn't end. Then we can continue to flood the ring with blood ramping up the violence between us. I'm willing to do that if Mr. Blood finds it appropriate but knowing him he will decide not to let us ramp up the violence."

Katie Moss: "I notice The Dark Stars are here. The Dark Stars and Oblivion Death Squad were warned not to interfere in the match."

Commandrix: "They shall keep their word and stay here but if The Oblivion Death Squad dares to interfere. Then nothing is going to hold them back from retaliating and beating them up."

Katie Moss: "You still intend to ramp up the violence."

Commandrix: "Exactly. I know she'll try to use her infamous black mist which is the only way she can win. I intend to make sure she doesn't use it even if I have to make her swallow it and make sure she chokes on it."

Katie Moss: "You seem to want to end this once and for all."

Commandrix: "Does anything ever end."

Katie Moss: "Guess not."

Commandrix: "I guess you want to know about Olympia."

Katie Moss: "You say her name with distain."

Commandrix: "She has something to do with this too when the Amazons division was barely holding on. Where is she in this match. She is nowhere and if that isn't enough she gets a top contender's match with Zolothach, Long, Rob Riot, Wentzel and Vector. I'm going to make sure she doesn't win that match."

Katie Moss: "What if Mr. Blood tries to team you two up."

Commandrix: "He wouldn't dare do that and if he tried I wouldn't go out unless I was ordered to do so. We'll see if she'll do her part in the match and I'll make sure I do my part in the match if that happens. However, I'm concentrating on our match tonight and only that match tonight. There are no exceptions."

Katie Moss: "We'll see what happens but I wish you luck."

Commandrix: "Thank you."

(Commandrix leaves but The Dark Stars remain.)

Katie Moss: "Well you heard Commandrix's intentions. Back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

Match: Ken Howard vs. Julianna DiMaria vs. Chris Gibson

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older?
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong?
You know it's gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together

The fans give a confused welcome for ‘Sweet Baby’ Ken Howard who comes from the back, pausing to wave at the top of the ramp. He walks downward, shaking hands and high fiving the crowd those of them that ran to the barricade. Some of them seemed to refuse, and Ken Howard just shrugged and posed for pictures.

Frank Salazar:Entering the ring at this time, hailing from Jackson Mississippi He is Sweet Baby, KEN HOWARD!!

Torchwood: Oh, god. I hope Her Majesty isn’t watching this!

Ken Howard comes in the ring, and shakes hands with the referee! Then he shakes hands with Frank, and takes the mic before flashing a million dollar smile. The fans cheer or groan, and Ken Howard looks around before he shrugs.

Ken Howard: I can’t help but everyone brought weapons here tonight, and I can’t help but think? Gosh, someone may get hurt!

The fans cheer at that idea, and Ken Howard looks appalled.

Tucker: I hope it is that sociopath or one of his goons!

Torchwood: Lad, lad, lad. Impartial remember?

Tucker: Or that asshole, Havok! He acts awful cocky for a man who didn’t pin the champion!

Ken Howard: I think maybe if we all just send happy positive vibes to Eddie D and Donzig? They will stop this bloodshed, and realize how much they have in common.

Tucker: Paul Soutter just rolled over in his grave and he is not even dead.

Torchwood: Ken Howard has an idea here though!

Tucker: I don’t think so.

Ken Howard lifts the mic again as the fans boo him, and bang their weapons against the floor or rails. They do not love the idea at all, and Howard frowns slightly. He brings the mic up again, and then the lights go down before coming back up with a blast of smoke and flaring strobes.

Yeah
My arms are as big as mountains
My eyes are cold as ice
My legs are as fast as a stallion
Raceing the big blue sky
As we prepare for the battle
We hear the judges bell
One thing you can count on
Everywhere you turn you'll see
"Marvelous me"

Frank Salazar: And his opponent, weighing in 232 pounds from Detroit, Michigan! He is Chris Gibson!

The fans boo the arrogant Gibson as he climbs into the ring, and he smirks at Ken Howard who holds out his hand to him before walking past to climb the ropes. He flexes at the crowd, then leaps down to walk across the ring to other turnbuckle where he poses once more as the fans jeer.

He shakes his head at Ken Howard, leaning against the ropes with a sneer before he glares up at the ramp.

Torchwood: Gibson is looking past Ken Howard, no doubt wanting to get his hands on DiMaria after her hard words in the lead up to this match!

Far away, so far below
All the demons inside of me
I feel so chained up, so locked up
Kicked down and thrown around
I walked through oceans and mountains
Been buried underground
Never could be who I wanna be
The best version of myself, who I wanna be
All the darkness, still it's inside of me
This time, set me free….

The fans cheer as Julianna DiMaria seems to have already won them over, and she comes from the back in a shower of sparks and flashing lights. A pause at the top of the ramp, and she raises her arms to urge the crowd’s cheers louder.

She heads down the ramp, eyes locked on the ring before she climbs inside to cast an angry look at Gibson. A fist bump to Ken Howard, and she says nothing as she heads for her corner with a nod to the ref.

Torchwood: Second Generation superstar in the ring, and she does look at all happy with Gibson.

Tucker: Don’t let her looks fool you, DiMaria is a dangerous woman.

Frank Salazar: And their opponent from San Diego, California! Julianna DiMaria!

The fans cheer, and Frank heads for the ring as the ref calls for the bell.

Gibson wastes no time, coming out of the corner to throw a series of vicious looking elbows into the face of Ken Howard. The fans boo, and he flings Howard at the corner before he is spun around to be caught with a spinning neckbreaker that drops Gibson!

The fans cheer, and DiMaria glares down at Gibson before she drives a few stiff kicks into his sides. She kneels down, going to lock on a submission but Gibson grabs her arm to roll through with a submission of his own. Bending her arm backwards, and twisting as the fans jeer.

Tucker: Rapid exchange between DiMaria and Gibson in the early going!

DiMaria reaches for the ropes, pulling hard towards the edge of the ring as Gibson keeps the pressure on. He yanks her backwards, laughing mockingly before he looks up to see an annoyed looking Ken Howard running at him. A boot to Gibson’s face!

Torchwood: Ken Howard with the sneak attack!

Julianna DiMaria shakes her arm, nodding at the ref a Ken Howard hauls Gibson to his feet before nailing a DDT! The fans cheer, and Howard goes for a quick cover but Gibson rolls from the ring! Howard fumes, but is caught for a quick roll up by DiMaria!

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Howard rolls back to his feet, launching a clothesline that is easily dodged by DiMaria who snaps a kick across his midsection. The fans cheer, and Howard staggers before DiMaria goes to fling him at the ropes!

Torchwood: Reversal!

Tucker: DiMaria off the ropes with a flying forearm smash!

Howard topples, howling in pain as he grabs at his face before he stops to seemingly check it. His hands feeling all over it, shaking his head before he starts back to his feet!

SHINING WIZARD!

Torchwood: Julianna DiMaria obviously can not handle that Ken Howard is as pretty as she is, and it makes me sick!

Tucker: Are you serious?

Inside the ring, DiMaria goes for the cover!

1…

Gibson yanks her to the outside, flinging her hard into the barricade as the fans boo. Gibson talks trash at the fans, mocking them as he grabs DiMaria by the hair to fling her at the edge of the ring! She staggers forward, arching in pain as he grabbed a weapon from the crowd! He held up what looked like a cricket bat, and smirked.

Tucker: A weapon!

Torchwood: His grip is terrible,that is not how you hold a cricket bat.

Tucker: Are you serious?

Gibson cracks the bat across Julianna’s back, and then again before he climbs onto the apron. He clearly his ill intent in mind as he points his fingers at her gun style as he backs up. The fans boo, but then Ken Howard grabs him from behind. Arms wrapped around his neck and throat, shaking hi around as he hauls him backwards and over the ropes!

The fans cheer, and then Gibson shoves backwards to drive Howard into the corner.

Tucker: Ken Howard out of nowhere! He is hanging on!

Torchwood: Gibson throws himself backwards again!

Howard let’s go, and Gibson staggers free only to be caught by the Plastic Power Perfecto!

1…

2…

Gibson kicks out!

Howard stares at the ref, shaking his head before he climbs to his feet. And Gibson shakes his head as he pull himself up the ropes. He grabs Howard who is still arguing with the ref, catching him with a reverse DDT!

Tucker: Gibson from behind! This could be it!

Gibson stomps at Howard’s back, and then locks on the Tequila Sunrise!

Howard flails, reaching for the ropes as Gibson locks it in!

Torchwood: Gibson has Howard in peril! This could be all over right here, lad!

Tucker: Howard looks ready to tap!

Julianna DiMaria rolls back into the ring and charges, driving a boot across the face of Gibson! The pair break apart, and Gibson rolls to his feet before he is goes for a clothesline! DiMaria goes behind and spins on a dime, and hits the DiMaria Code!

Gibson is down, and he rolls from the ring as DiMaria goes for the cover!

The fans boo, and Howard is back on his feet.

Tucker: Howard could steal this right here!

Torchwood: Plastic Power Perfecto!

But Julianna steps aside, and hits the DiMaria Code 2.0!

The fans explode, and Howard sprawls on the mat before she stares at the rising Gibson! SPRINGBOARD SENTON SPLASH!

The fans are on their feet, and DiMaria shrugs at Gibson before she rolls inside! She hooks the leg, and leans back as the ref counts the pin!

1…

2…

THREE!

The arena pops for the newcomer, as Howard kicks out a second too late. The ref grabs DiMaria’s arm to lift it high as Gibson glares at her from the floor, leaning against the barricade with a shake of his head.

Tucker: A dominant win from Julianna DiMaria in her debut!

Torchwood: I don’t think Chris Gibson is taking this loss lightly!

Segment

(The camera shows Kirsty Mascara standing in a car park.)

Kirsty Mascara: I know a secret and it has led to me hunting for more. After spending some time in an asylum, I’m free from that particular place and now I’ve travelled to the UK to compete for Wrestle: UK because I know there are secrets here. Secrets that I’m going to find.

(Kirsty Mascara laughs as the camera fades.)

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Commandrix vs. Sinclair Godfrey

We fade up as the bell rings and Commandrix rushes Sinclair Godfrey, but Godfrey quickly puts her fingernails in Commandrix’s face, then delivers a double leg takedown.

Tucker: Fans, we are back with a match just starting, and if what we just saw is indicative of how this match is going to go, it’s going to get dirty and vicious, fast.

Torchwood: Now Jeremy, you know how they say fools rush in. Commandrix rushed, Godfrey made her regret it, and it’s an uncharacteristic error. The women have gotten under each other’s skin, but Godfrey deals with it better.

Tucker: I mean, she does manage Donzig, she’s got to be used to the frustration.

As the announcers banter, Commandrix hops to her feet, spins out of the leglock, but before she can do anything Godfrey is in the ropes, smirking as the ref backs Commandrix off.

Commandrix wipes the smirk off Godfrey’s face by using the referee as a vault to deliver a leaping thrust kick. The Baroness goes head over heels and rolls from the ring. Commandrix is quick to follow with a suicide dive…. No! Godfrey moved. But Commandrix hung onto the top rope! Commandrix skins the cat back into the ring, and connects with an acrobatic flip dive from the middle rope to the outside! Throwing Godfrey up against the ring apron, she begins lighting her up with a blistering assortment of chops and knees.

Tucker: We most often see Commandrix do that to an opponent in the corner, but it’s effective outside the ring as well.

Commandrix has to take a breather, and Godfrey, managing to weather the storm for a few seconds at least, grabs Commandrix’s head and complete shots her into the ring apron before collapsing.

Torchwood: Both of these women are demonstrating that they’re aware of their surroundings in and out of the ring, and able to adapt on the fly. However, with this double-down they’re risking a count-out.

As the ref reaches 5, Godfrey stirs, and she rolls Commandrix in under the ropes at 8. Godfrey slithers into the ring over the bottom ropes, leaving her feet on it for pin leverage! One… TWO… The referee sees and breaks the count to yell at her. With an ‘oh please’ gesture, Godfrey brings Commandrix to her feet, and Commandrix schoolboys her. Only the schoolboy was only to roll Godfrey to her knees, and Commandrix connects with a roundhouse kick from the ground! Godfrey is knocked backwards, she rolls awkwardly to her feet as Commandrix jumps to the middle rope and rebounds with a superman elbow on target!

One… TWO… And a kickout.

Torchwood: Commandrix would certainly seem to have the physical advantage over Godfrey. She’s bigger, I believe she’s faster, and she’s got a better striking game. Godfrey may be better on the mat, but she’s struggling to get Commandrix there.

Commandrix backs into the corner. As Godfrey slowly stands she launches herself out with the Matrix Kick!

And Godfrey was playing possum!

Sidestepping, Godfrey takes Commandrix’ kicking leg over her shoulder and turns the attempted kick into a kind of spinebustery powerbomby… thing. More importantly, she steps over the leg, pulls Commandrix’s head up, and rolls it over into a cradle triangle choke!

Tucker: Just like you were saying about Godfrey, Arthur, she’s got the match on the mat now!

Commandrix is just able to escape the hold by doing the splits, pushing backwards, and getting her untrapped leg on the bottom rope. Godfrey is in control of the match now, though. A single underhook suplex connects, Godfrey brings her straight back up, and hits a head and neck overhead suplex into the corner!

Tucker: That is such a painful way to land, but it also puts her too close to the ropes for Godfrey to follow up with a pin.

Torchwood: Very true, though if my reading of Godfrey’s playbook is accurate, she’s more likely to reposition for a submission hold - and yes, she’s looking for the Black Oath!

Commandrix gets her arm extended to take some pressure off, but it’s another desperate crawl to the ropes. Godfrey is in her element and quite pleased. Prowling around Commandrix like a cat toying with a mouse, she lashes out a few stomps, then applies a bulldog choke, quickly found to be applied illegally, Godfrey just hangs on for the count of 4, then drags Commandrix to the middle of the ring by her legs.

Tucker: Witch’s Hammer coming up! Commandrix trying to protect her arms…

She does it well, keeping her arms tucked underneath her body and her hands clasping her elbows. Godfrey frustrates and takes a step forward - Commandrix quickly rolls Godfrey forward off her back, and quickly delivers a Thai knee to the back of the head! Commandrix hits the ropes, Godfrey tries to cut off the comeback with a clothesline but Commandrix ducks it, rebounds, and folds Godfrey up with a slingblade!

And then the boos go up.

Torchwood: The Oblivion Death Squad is here!

Godfrey rolls out of the ring to their feet, where Mormo and Moloch help her up. Commandrix, about to dive again, spots the ODS. She again hangs onto the ropes and skins the cat back into the ring, but this time shouts invective against the ODS. Godfrey smirks.

That smirk is wiped out as Niko bolts down the ramp with a leaping dropkick to the back of Mormo’s head! The much bigger man sprawls forward, going half under the ring. Kono is following up, and the two Dark Stars begin double-teaming Moloch as the ref, inexplicably, leaves the ring to check on Mormo as Commandrix leaps…

And a spew of black froth from Sinclair Godfrey’s mouth catches Commandrix in mid-air!

Commandrix lands on her feet but her knees buckle and she’s down, writhing and clawing at her face.

Tucker: Black Mist! That stuff causes blindness!

The marks of the mist are clear on Commandrix’s face. The ref immediately calls for the bell. Godfrey throws Commandrix back in under the bottom rope…

Tucker: Oh come on, she needs medical attention, not…

WHAM!

Tucker: Not the Witch’s Hammer.

Commandrix lies face down in the ring as the brawl between the Dark Stars and the Oblivion Death Squad continues at ringside.

Segment

Psychotic Goth: "Where is he."

Vampira: "He is supposed to be around this corner.

Impai: "They went into this strange room where others were going in and out with a sign that said Men's."

Vampira: "It's called a bathroom."

Impai: "There were no bathing areas in there."

Vampira: "That's because it's not meant for that. Now go before anyone sees you."

Impai: "Yes Master and Mistress."

(Impai leaves as Psychotic Goth and Vampira continue down the corridor and turn the corner to find Wormwood and Takaru Matsui. They hide behind the corner and nod their heads. He holds the purple velvet bag with the weapon he made for Matsui and sneak up on Takaru and Wormwood and blindside them from behind hitting them hard. Vampira DDT's Wormwood and smashes his head into the floor as Psychotic Goth takes out the weapon and places both metallic masks parts onto his and Wormwood's heads and then turns on the battery which squeezes the masks. Takaru and Wormwood are twitching and choking as blood is seen flowing from the masks.

Psychotic Goth: "Now for the coup de grace.

He unlocks two branding irons and Vampira blow torches them until they are glowing fiery red hot before plunging them onto Takaru's skin and Wormwood's face. Psychotic Goth then uses the point of what looks like a scorpion's tail to pierce his and Wormwood's crotch. Cries of pain are heard as both struggle in agony while Psychotic Goth looks on with ectasy as if feeling an arousal.

Psychotic Goth: "The deed is done."

He roars and bellows in an ancient dialect before they leave.

Segment

(Katie Moss is making her way down a corridor and finds Olympia's locker room and knocks on the door and Dragonatrix opens the door.)

Katie Moss: "Hi is Olympia inside the locker room."

Dragonatrix: "She is Katie. Come on in."

(Dragonatrix opens the door to allow Katie in and sees Olympia warming up wearing her Olympic sweat suit and she stops when she sees Katie.)

Olympia: "Katie. It's been a while since you interviewed me."

Katie Moss: "About close to a year or me."

Olympia: "Yeah it was that long. So what do you want to talk about."

Katie Moss: "I'm here to ask about your thoughts about your match for the top contenders spot for the W: UK Commonwealth Championship among the subjects."

Olympia: "So where do you want to start."

Katie Moss: "Well everyone is wondering where you were for the past few months."

Olympia: "I was promoting the W: UK brand in both Asia and Australia since Mr. Blood has plans to bring shows internationally and since I wrestled briefly in Japan's JROK and competed in tournaments. I was the best candidate to do so and I kept Mr. Blood informed while I was over there."

Katie Moss: "Some think you shouldn't be in this top contenders match."

Olympia: "If it's because I haven't wrestled in a few months. I can't help that since I don't book the matches I wrestle in them win, lose or draw. That's what I do and if Mr. Blood asks me to help raise W: UK's profile so be it."

Katie Moss: "You were also quite pointed and very blunt about the former Amazons division and some wonder why you didn't mention the late Suzie Spitz."

Olympia: "That was a shame on my part since Suzie was an excellent competitor and she defeated me in one of the best matches we had. I respected her and I made that mistake for not honoring her and never again will I repeat that. She earned my respect I shall always respect her. Now as for the comments about the Amazons division I was just commenting on the dead weight that weighed the mighty Amazons division."

Katie Moss: "That also included the three way between Sinclair Godfrey, Commandrix and Isabel Rios."

Olympia: "I should have been included in that to make it a four way. Ironically Isabel Rios stole that victory which I do agree with Sinclair about. It's also ironic that I noticed that Isabel Rios fled for some other promotion just to continue her preening and I remained here loyal to the promotion I call home with the exception of my brief JROK run."

Katie Moss: "About your match which also includes Zolothach who also wrestled in SWAT Amazons."

Olympia: "Yes Zolothach and did wrestled in the old SWAT Amazons division and I respect her quite a bit. She's wild and maniacal but don't let that fool you since she is quite a competitor in the ring. Believe me she can't beat you at anytime and everyone in this match including me are going to be wary of her."

Katie Moss: "Speaking of the match what do you think of the competitors."

Olympia: "Okay who do want to start with."

Katie Moss: "How about Wentzel who had some unpleasant comments about you and Zolothach."

Olympia: "Let me tell you this Katie. If that piece of moronic trash wants to bad mouth us and continue to do so. He better be ready to have his ass hit the canvas and be given a beatdown that will embarrass him so badly he'll never step into another W: UK ring ever again."

Katie Moss: "What do you think about Ronnie Long."

Olympia: "He's a sentimental favorite who's trying to have one last run to see if he still has it in him. I can respect him for that but there's a time where you just have to hang it up. He should stick to running his promotion. Then again that's just my honest opinion."

Katie Moss: "What do you think about Rob Riot of The Bastards."

Olympia: "Rob Riot and The Bastards are well known and well established as champions everywhere they wrestle. Riot will do anything to win the match including cheating if he has too. Still he has the wrestling skills to win this match."

Katie Moss: "What do you think about David Vector's chances."

Olympia: "It's ironic he and Psychotic Goth are on the same card. If Psychotic Goth wins the W: UK Commonwealth Championship and David Vector manages to win this match. It's going to be a violent war between these two former tag team partners. David's going to be quite motivated and he's going to be quite aggressive as if to send a warning to Psychotic Goth if he wins the championship."

Katie Moss: "One last thing what if you and Zolothach were ask to team up. Would you do it."

Olympia: "Maybe or maybe not since it would be an interesting and unusual team up but only if we both agree to it."

Katie Moss: "I wish you luck in the match."

Olympia: "Thanks and I do hope to win."

(Olympia leaves.)

Katie Moss: "Olympia was quite blunt about things and seems ready for this match. Back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

Segment

(The Tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira surrounded by red and green fog that blows into their faces but doesn't faze them.)

Vampira: "Eron Hunter the time is ticking down and soon you and Psychotic Goth shall do battle to prove who is the top wrestler in W: UK."

Psychotic Goth: "Eron Hunter tonight two armies shall clash in an epic struggle. One who is one with the light and one who is one with the darkness. You are obviously one with the light Eron....."

(He roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I am the one who obviously one with the darkness for I am Psychotic Goth."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "While you are the hero and all of Britain shall be cheering you on. I, on the other hand, shall be booed but I don't care since I take my role in this war between us quite seriously as you do your role."

(He hisses like a snake.)

Psychotic Goth: "I am a berserker while you are a knight in shining armor. I am a dragon spewing fire you are the dragon slayer."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "However, which Eron is going to show up. Is it the one who is the current Eron who is cerebral or is he going to be coming in as Lynx. We shall see."

(Vampira hands him his purple velvet bag which he caresses.)

Psychotic Goth: "This gift was supposed to be a gift for Armand von Krauss but I never got the opportunity to gift him with this finely crafted present. Tonight I shall deliver this present to you as a gift. I'm sure you shall appreciate the gesture of respect I am showing you. Yet then again the opposite shall be the reaction."

(He bellows in an ancient dialect and gives the purple velvet bag back to Vampira.)

Psychotic Goth: "There shall be blood flowing in the ring. There shall be so much pain and agony but then again I'm used to it and if the ringsiders don't like it and boo me and hate me it doesn't matter to me. Nothing is going to effect me as I go to war for the W: UK
Commonwealth Championship."

(He lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome snake like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight Eron Hunter we shall see who is the top wrestler in W: UK. We shall see who shall remain standing when we tear each other apart and who shall survive the bloodbath we shall wage in the ring. In the end it shall be me, Psychotic Goth, 'The Psychoitc One,' 'The Dragon of W: UK' and the berserker. thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my vow come true."

(The tron goes black as the scene fades to black.)

Match: Jakie Wentzel vs. Ronnie Long vs. Rob Riot vs. Olympia vs. David Vector vs. Zolothach
Six Way Number One Contender Match for the Commonwealth Title

Torchwood: We’re back from commercials, and the six participants in the Commonwealth Number One Contender’s Match are in the ring.

Tucker: Oh, which one are you going to back before switching?

Torchwood: What? What, lad?

Tucker: Nothing, Sir Arthur.

Inside the ring, the six competitors eye each other up before Wentzel charges at Riot, throwing huge rights and lefts that drive the Bastard backwards. And then Long runs over to help attack his rival, taking turns kicking and stomping away at him.

The pair soon have Riot in the corner, choking and punching him.

Torchwood: Wentzel and Long seem to have a mutual hatred of Rob Riot, but they need to keep an eye on the other three people in this match!

Tucker: Two on one? Typical crap from the Mennonite Mangler and Ronnie Long!

Meanwhile, David Vector slides from the ring leaving Zolothatch and Olympia to face off. The pair exchanging stiff blows before Olympia moves behind Zolo, hitting a quick release suplex! The fans cheer for the Golden Spartan, and she comes to her feet before dropping a few quick elbows on Zolo.

Tucker: Cover by Olympia! Wasting no time in capitalizing on the chaos!

Torchwood: At least someone has their eye on the prize!

1…
2…

Vector rips the ref from the ring! The fans boo, and Vector shrugs as he stares at Olympia! Olympia is furious, and dives from the ring to tackle him, The pair start trading blows on the outside, and Vector whips her hard into the stairs! Olympia crashes over them, landing in a heap!

Zolo dives across the top rope, landing a crossbody on Vector as the fans are on their feet!

Torchwood: Zolothatch going for maximum damage on Vector!

On the other side of the ring, Long suddenly drives an elbow into the head of Wentzel, staggering the big man before he hits a huge backdrop! The fans seem divided by that, and Long shrugs before he turns back to Riot. But the Bastard is back on his feet, and spins him around for a boot to the gut! DDT!

The fans explode, and Riot drives a boot into the rising Wentzel’s face before he heads for the middle of the ring. He yells at the fans, slapping his chest as he stomps around before he charges back at the other two as they rise! Double clothesline to the outside!

Tucker: Rob Riot back in control of this match! And these fans are on their feet!

Torchwood: Rob Riot needs to get his head on a swivel!

Zolo is back in the ring, and she grabs Riot from behind for the roll up!

1….
2…

Tucker: Kickout!

Riot rolls back to his feet, and hits a Standing Code Blue on Zolo! The fans cheer, and Zolo is down! Vector charges into the ring, and spins Riot around going for the short arm clothesline! Riot reverses, and Vector is tossed into the ropes only to be nailed with a super kick on the rebound!

The fans are on their feet, and Riot shrugs before he grabs Vector’s leg to lock on the LOCKING CLAMP!

Torchwood: Riot going for the submission! He has it locked on!

Vector reaches for the ropes, trying to push himself back as Riot leans into the hold! And he looks ready to tap, but Olympia dives off the ropes to break the hold! The Golden Spartan is on her feet, flexing for the fans before she turns to be leveled by Wentzel!

Tucker: The Man from Amish Country levels the Olympian!

Torchwood: Wentzel has this match won, lad! I can see it in his eyes!

Tucker: Oh, here we go.

BARNYARD BACKBREAKER on Olympia!

The fans boo, and Wentzel makes the pin!

1…

2….

Torchwood: Vector just committed highway robbery! This is an outrage!

Vector smirks at Wentzel, and starts talking trash before he is grabbed from behind to be lifted into the air for the Riot Rack! The fans are going wild, and Vector is on the verge of tapping it seems as Riot holds him in the air! And then Zolo is back in the ring, charging across the ring to spear Riot across the legs!

Tucker: Zolothatch saving the match!

Riot topples, the three of them landing in a heap! The fans are furious, and then Vector is back on his feet to stagger clear of the mess! Ronnie Long comes out of nowhere, steel chair in hand!

CRACK! Wentzel drops!

CRACK! Riot is down!

Vector is staggered as the chair is driven into his ribs, and then Long spins around to swing the chair across the back of the rising Zolothatch! The fans boo, and Long shrugs before he throws down the chair before he grabs Zolo to fling her hard into the ringpost!

Torchwood: My pick Ronnie Long is about to steal this match! That is what a winner looks like!

Tucker: What happened to Wentzel?

Torchwood: He was leveled with a chair, lad!

Long smirks, and grabs Vector after a kick to the gut! And he lifts him high over head for the Extension Power Bomb!

He slams him down on the chair, and the fans boo as he makes the cover!

1…

2….

Riot dives for the break, but is grabbed by the clearly confused Wentzel!

3!!!

The ref holds up three fingers before he is crashed down on by Zolothatch, who rolls off holding her shoulder. And Ronnie Long comes to his feet, holding his arms in the air as he rolls from the ring as the others glare at him.

Frank Salazar: Your winner and Number One Contender to the W:UK Commonwealth Championship, RONNIE LONG!

Segment

Voiceover: "You thought you got rid of me? Not even close. As I mentioned, the depth of the Wrestle:UK Tag Team Division is unparalleled. In fact, we're just getting started here."

[Flash.]

[The Samurai.]

[The Warrior Spirit.]

Voiceover: "No tag team in professional wrestling exudes this way of life more than 'Neon Bushido'."

[Takaru Matsui.]

[We watch as Takaru battles Donzig without fear. That can't be said for the majority of wrestlers who've had the pleasure.]

[Joeru Shimo.]

[Can't miss prospect.]

[Neon Bushido.]

[High upside.]

Voiceover: "If these two can find chemistry sooner than later - watch out!"

[They're ready to test, and be tested.]

[Flash.]

[...]

[The Brains.]

[Arman Von Kruss.]

[The Muscle.]

[Tarrasque.]

[One leads.]

[The Other Follows.]

Voiceover: "All they need is an opportunity, and the championships could be as good as theirs."

[They know no boundaries.]

[Which makes them scary.]

Voiceover: "As we head into the final quarter of 2022, this team could prove to be the dark horse contenders to the champions."

[The blend of brains and brawn could yield success. Whether or not they realize their quest to become champions relies upon their respective egos.]

[Flash.]

[...]

[Team Fairtex.]

[Multiple Time World Tag Team Champions.]

[Tong.]

[Phantom.]

[Two of the most experienced and harden veterans you'll find in the tag team division.]

Voiceover: "Speaking of chemistry, I would argue that this team has proven to some this trait in abundance!"

"Tandem offence is at a premium."

[Double Team Action.]

[Tandem Strikes.]

[Championship Gold being held Aloft.]

Voiceover: "Speed Kills."

[Lightning Strikes.]

Voiceover: "The Uncrowned Tag Team Champions? Perhaps. Their resume speaks for itself."

[Are they next in line? - It would make a great deal of sense.]

[Flash.]

[...]

[The Dark Stars.]

[Former Kings of the North.]

Voiceover: "Gladiators from their own era."

[Battle Tested.]

[Uniquely Talented.]

Voiceover: "Whether they're focusing on their singles career or their tag team journey - these two men have proven to be two of the best in the world."

[The support of their wives bring unbridled dedication.]

[The support of their legion of followers bring a level of confidence.]

Voiceover: "They've had the opportunity to unseat the current champions and nearly did so. In fact, one would argue that they've come incredibly close on many occasions."

[There Time Will Come.]

[Flash.]

[...]

[The Purge.]

[Rumours of the pain and destruction they inflict on their opponents is legendary.]

[Their views on life are those of their own experiences.]

[The Tag Team Division will receive a jolt.]

[How soon?]

[...]

[At Legacy 6 - we will bear witness to their debut.]

[Get your popcorn ready.]

[...]

[Flash.]

[Fade.]

[Cut.]

[Mr. Blood]

Segment

[Flash.]

Voiceover: "Tag Team Wrestling is alive and well. Two men have stood above the rest for over a year, with an undefeated win/loss record in traditional tag team matches."

[...]

[Frank Windsor.]

[...]

[Rob Riot.]

[...]

[The Wrestle: UK Tag Team Champions.]

Voiceover: "Their reign of dominance spans multiple wrestling promotions on multiple continents."

"They've sold out venues."

"They've headlined major events."

[Flash.]

[The Bastards have their hands raised inside Hell in a Cell after Rob Riot nearly tears his adversaries arm from it's socket.]

Voiceover: "If you've had the pleasure of laying eyes on Rob Riot and Frank Windsor over the past 12 months - you'd have always seen Championship Gold draped over their shoulders. You would've witnessed the anguish of multiple tag teams who were looking to dethrone them."

[The Best Tag Team in Professional Wrestling.]

[Bar. None.]

Voiceover: "The Wrestle:UK Tag Team Championships are the most prestigious Tag Team Championships in Professional Wrestling."

[Bold.]

Voiceover: "When the number one duo in professional wrestling hold championship gold, it automatically becomes the most prestigious."

[...]

[Convince me otherwise.]

[Some of their best moments over the last year roll as a highlight package.]

[The most recognized names in professional wrestling have been laid to rest.]

[There will be more to come.]

Voiceover: "The heart and soul of Wrestle:UK..."

[The Bastards.]

Voiceover: "Who's capable of stopping them?"

"There has been a long line of those who have tried."

[Flash.]

[Still shot of the Wrestle:UK Tag Team Championships.]

[Frank Windsor uses his thumb to mimic a throat slashing.]

[Rob Riot staes forward with fire in his eyes.]

[Flash.]

Voiceover: "There is no greater proving ground. There is no bigger measuring stick."

[...]

[Fade.]

Match: Psychotic Goth vs. Eron Hunter

Talk about dream matches? This is something that W:UK is capable of putting on at any given time. This match has had wrestling purists buzzing since it was announced. Throw in the fact that this bout would be a contest for the coveted Commonwealth Championship and the stakes become increasingly higher. Two men who have had their fair share of championship reigns over the past couple of years were set to battle it out in front of a sold out crowd.

Psychotic Goth is no stranger to the big stage, and big matches for that matter. Over the past couple of years , he has won World Championships, Tag Team Championships and everything in between. His resume speaks for itself, and his brand of violence sends chills through his opponents and fans alike.

Eron Hunter cut his teeth in the 'land of the rising sun' at a very young age - and he has done nothing but grow ever since. Want to talk about Championship Gold? Have a look at Eron Hunter's resume over the past couple of years and marvel at his accomplishments. Marvel at the men he's battled, and the wars he's waged. He's battle tested, and once again he's carrying championship gold around with him.

The city and setting better very little when it comes to fanfare for these two. Hunter is set to be adored, while Goth will be despised. Good vs Evil is as old of a narrative that you'll find in this world, and this match certainly epitomizes that notion. Once both men were inside of the ring, and Hunter handed the referee the Commonwealth Championship - the bell sounded and our action began.

It was a long road to get here for both men who had seemingly etching themselves into the laurels of W:UK history. Goth shouting non-friendly words in ancient dialect at Hunter who stood there momentarily, looked around at the fans and then.... FIRED THE FIRST SHOT!

WHAM!

RAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

The crowd's interest was already there, and the fact that Eron Hunter wasn't going to mess around in this one was a tad uncharacteristic. The fact that these two men traded barbs in the lead up to this contest, we could sense that the tension was high as some of the comments might've spilled over into the 'taking things personally' realm.

Hunter reared back with another shot and seemed to be putting all that he can behind each right hand, with each shot rattling 'Goth' which had him stumbling back into the ropes. Hunter pushes him and slingshots him off with an irish whip, which was met with a hip-toss from Hunter, taking Goth over to the mat. Goth did his best to jump back to his feet. Goth got to his feet and started to yell in Hunter's direction as a for of intimidation. Hunter shrugged it off, and moved forward looking to continue the onslaught, but it was here that Goth side stepped and connected with a spinning back fist which rocked Hunter. The fact that he didn't see it coming, and it's not a strike that Goth typically uses, added to it's mystique. Hunter dropped to one knee, which allowed Goth to lock in a front face-lock before falling backwards and driving Hunter to the canvas with a DDT!

Quick Cover.

1..

No!

Hunter rolled out of harms way, or so he thought. Goth was on him, and stomped away before placing his boot over Hunter's throat while applying pressure.

BOOOO!

The fans in the front row were ready to hop the guardrail to protect their hero, who was sruggling for air after enduring three seconds too long of Goth's devious tactics. The referee got in the middle and warned Goth to keep things on the proper side of the law, but Goth showed little interest. Goth was ready to pull out all of the stops in the quest to derail Hunter's four month reign as Commonwealth Champion.

Goth brought forth a gameplan of violence, which Hunter had to instinctively know was coming. Hunter went to the outside of the ring to regroup, but it was here that Goth launched himself from inside of the ring, through the ropes and executed a diving clothesline that once again had him in the driver's seat while Hunter looked out of it. Goth rolled under the bottom rope to break the referee's count - before rolling back out and stalking Hunter as he tried to get to his feet.

WHAM!

Despite doing his best to protect himself, Goth ran forward with wicked speed and nearly decapitated Eron with a LARIAT!!

Just like that, Hunter was turned inside out from the impact. Goth followed things up with body slam on the arena floor! Hunter grabbed his back in agony, as Goth really seemed to have his number. We've become accustomed to Hunter taking punishment, and somehow bouncing back. The fighter's spirit runs deep within him, and he exhibits this on a regular basis. Would he be able to do so once again? Or was the challenger the man he said he was, and would be the one to take the prestigious Commonwealth Championship away.

Goth picked Hunter up and rolled him under the bottom rope. Goth didn't follow Hunter inside, he went to the top rope instead, looking to seal the deal. Goth leapt, and went for flying elbow drop, but Hunter rolled out of the way at the last minute. The small mis-calculation was enough to give hunter a little reprieve - but he was still miles away from being on equal footing. Goth held his elbow, and snarled - knowing that he might've been a little out of his element attempting such a high-risk move this early.

Goth was undeterred and picked Hunter up and battered him with a series of stiff rights and lefts. Hunter instinctively covered up to protect himself from the punishment, and even tossed a couple of right hands forward hoping to connect. Goth went low and attempted to SPEAR Hunter, but somehow using only his in-ring instincts, Hunter was able to capture Goth's neck, and use his momentum to fall backwards and hold on for all he could!!

RAAAAAAHH!!!!

GUILLOTINE CHOKE!!!

He Caught Goth out of nowhere with it! The referee is in position. Will Goth surrender?

Goth was struggling to break free, and finally did. He postured up and blasted Hunter with a few right hands from the top position. Hunter rolled instinctively, and swept Goth, ending up in side position on the top side! The fans rose to their feet, witnessing some breath taking ground work from Hunter and also hoping their hero would be able to go on the offensive.

Somehow Goth was able to reach out to his left and grab ahold of the bottom rope to force a break.

The official stepped in to apply a count to ensure Hunter would relinquish his position. Hunter was already two steps ahead and moved to the middle of the ring and waited for Goth to get to his feet. Hunter ran forward... TORNADO DDT!!!

1..


TW-NO!

Hunter picked Goth up and sends him back into the corner with a big dropkick!! Hunter was starting to show signs of life, which spelled trouble for Goth if he couldn't stave off Hunter's persistence. However, Hunter's advances were derailed by Goth when he executed a drop toe hold to the running Hunter that found our Hero draped along the middle rope. Goth loaded up and blistered Hunter in the ribs with a vicious kick...then another... and ANOTHER!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Hunter folded over in agony, as Goth cleared the cobwebs and screamed once again. Goth then found himself in control once again and started using the turnbuckles as pillars and rifling Hunter into them with force like he was a pinball. Hunter would bounce off, and end up blistered with vicious strikes from Goth at every turn. Finally, Goth took hunter out clean with a nasty Superkick. Would it be all?


1..


2..


NO!
Shoulder up!

Goth picked Hunter up and executed a trio of lightning German Suplexes!!

Until Goth somehow wrapped his foot around Goth's before he could execute the third. Hunter rolled forward... VICTORY ROLL!


1...


2..


NO!

Goth looked amazed at Hunter's resolve, as he was nearly pinned out of left field.

The surprise roll-up only temporarily kept Goth on the defensive. The 'Psychotic One' wasn't going to be shaken off of his game. Goth pushed forward and swung, but Hunter avoided the attack and hit Goth with a CODEBREAKER!! Finally some downtime, as Hunter and Goth had been pushing the pace throughout and Hunter had the championship instincts to slow it down to all himself to recover.

The heart and determination that Hunter exudes had captivated the audience once again. They were on their feet, willing him to follow it up, but it seemed like some of those strikes to the ribs were taking their toll. A few deep breathes from the champion followed, as he kept his eyes firmly on his adversary - who in turn was starting to get back to his feet.

Hunter connects with a body kick that doesn’t exactly deter Goth and only seems to anger him. Hunter went for a body kick, but Goth captured his leg and sent him ass over tea kettle with a capture belly to belly suplex!

1..


2..


KICKOUT!


Goth looked up to the heavens, almost asking for guidance. Goth could only do so much it seemed - and now his frustration was on full display. The top contender for the Commonwealth Championship was visibly seething. He waited...Contemplating his next move.

Hunter gets back to his feet.

Goth sees red and he’s getting ready to charge full speed ahead..

CRACK!

Hunter meets him with a running YAKUZA kick that he no doubt perfected on his way to becoming the Max-J Jr. Heavyweight Champion in the early stages of his career! Goth hit the mat hard, and it actually helped pop him back to his feet to which Hunter hit the ropes and landed another one with such ferocity that ends up knocking Goth from the middle of the ring, through the middle ropes and onto the arena floor!

RAAAAAAAAAHHH!!

It was time for Eron Hunter to take flight, and show off his high-wire act. Hunter went to the top rope and turn around... MOONSAULT from the top rope to the arena floor! Goth was trying to defend, but was taken out!

WHOA!

HO-LEE $&%!

Hunter willing to go all out and use his body as a weapon to secure an advantage! Hunter was slow to get up, and irish whipped Goth into the guardrail, before executing a picture perfect dropkick that sent him into the front row. Hunter rolled into the ring, as the referee's count carried on.

Goth pulled himself up and rolled back into the ringside area. He crawled to the apron, pulled himself in just before the referee could call for the bell to award the match to Hunter via count-out.

Hunter bounces off the ropes and finds himself leaping at Goth and takes him down with a Thesz Press…


1..


2..

NO Kickout

Goth kicked out, pushing Hunter off. Hunter went with it, came off the ropes again, looking to attack - but Goth met him and used the momentum to slam him with a Spine-Buster!

The sound of the ring shaking echoed in the arena as Goth drove Hunter to the mat with as much force as he could exert.

Goth slumped forward...


1…


2..


THRE-NO!

In what was considered the closest near-fall of the match - Hunter was able to roll his shoulder to prevent the final three count.

The awareness was shown on both men at varying points of the contest has been excellent. Both of these men has proven to be worthy of their billing, and have arguably provided the fans with the 'match of the night' up until this point.

Goth again looked to the heavens for advice, as Hunter proved to have as many lives as a barnyard cat.

The fans rallied for Hunter as one might expect, and their loyalty seems to fuel yet another comeback. Hunter has endured a ton of punishment thus far and has defiantly refused to quit. Goth pushed forward, but Hunter kicked him in the gut..

SMALL PACKAGE!

No way, it couldn't be?

1..


2..


NO!

Goth kicks out.

Another surprise pin attempt from Hunter who is pulling out all of the stops to prevent his precious championship from escaping his grasp.

BACKSLIDE!!

Hunter flips Goth over and holds him down!

1...


2..

NO!!

Goth gets up with anger in his eyes and blasts Hunter with a vicious clothesline!

Goth is clearly questioning what more he could possibly do to keep Hunter down.


CLAP.

..

CLAP!

..

CLAP CLAP CLAP!

Goth looks into the crowd with disdain.

Perhaps this would be the turning point and possibly the last time Hunter would be able to find the resolve to fight back.

Goth laid in wait, he was setting Hunter up.

RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!

Goth floats over...


1…


2…


3!?!


Wait a second….

The referee held back, he pointed to the bottom rope.

Hunter was able to get his foot on the rope!

Goth has his hands up, looking at the referee - expecting him to hand him the W:UK Commonwealth Championship! The ref is waving it off!!

Goth is livid, he can't believe it!

We watch as Hunter is using the ropes to pull himself up. Goth moves forward, picks Hunter up and drivers him to the mat... MICHINOKU DRIVER!!


1..


2..

Goth holds the rope for leverage.

...


..

The referee stops counting and kicks Goth's arm off of the middle rope!

RAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Goth and the referee are nose to nose. The ref threatens to go and Disqualify Goth for his actions. Goth shaking his head 'NO'...

Hunter is up...

The crowd is on their feet.

Goth turns around...

[...]


[...]


RISING STAR SUPLEX!!!

Hunter nailed it!


1...


2..


3!!

DING DING DING!!

RAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

Here is YOUR WINNER AND STILLL!!!! W:UK Commonwealth Champion -- Eron Hunter! (16:33)

Segment

Sinclair lifted her head with a faint frown from where she sat beside a battered looking steel door, and she tilted her head as she rose slowly. A hand lifted, and the hulking shadows of the Oblivion Death Squad drew back into the darkness.

A slender figure stood there draped in silk robes, and she arched a brow.

Terminatrix: You are as impressive as they say, Baroness.

Sinclair sniffed.

Sinclair: You are very brave or very foolish to come down into the dark earth with us.

Terminatrix: I am here because the conflict between you and Commandrix must end. Shakar demands it, there is no profit in battling the Voidspawn.

Sinclair laughed, and she shook her head.

Sinclair: A surrender? Delightful, I will accept.

Teminatrix snorted a laugh on her own.

Terminatrix: I would only offer a surrender to your master, and Great Donzig is too busy pouting over his loss to that cow Esmeralda.

Sinclair inhaled, eyes widening as she glanced at the door.

Sinclair: The Usurper.

Terminatrix waved a hand, robes swirling.

Terminatrix: What I offer is a challenge, no holds barred, anything goes, all out war. Last team standing wins in Australia. You and your men versus Commandrix and her Dark Stars.

Sinclair scoffed.

Sinclair: Done.

Terminatrix walked off, and Sinclair watched her go with a sneer.

Match: Eddie D vs. Donzig
People's Choice: Fans Bring the Weapons

The voice inside succeeds
The quiet whispers have now turned to violent screams
Spoken in serpent tongues
The poison grips and rips the very air from my lungs
From my lungs
I can't get away, I can't get away, I can't get away

The lights go down, and then flare black to life a sullen angry red that makes the arena look like a hell. And blasts of flame erupt along the stage, and then a black draped figure emerged from the back. It stared across the fans, and then shoved back it’s hood to reveal the metal mask of Donzig.

The fans booed, and slammed their make shift weapons against the floor or the barricades, or waved them around wildly as the man they called the Scourge stalked back and forth. He was in a rage, and he finally headed down the ramp as he flung off his coat before removing his mask as he climbed the stairs.

I'm digging graves, graves for me and my friends
I'm digging graves, graves for me and my friends
There's no rest for the wicked now
My demons whisper to me, chain me to the ground
Burning under the sun
The poison grips and rips the very air from my lungs

Tucker: The fans are not happy to see this man, Donzig has been in a foul mood since Night of Champions!

Torchwood: Death in High Places has been livid since he lost the Reign title.

Tucker: Esmer–

Torchwood: The Usurper. I was informed that Donzig has said he will deal with anyone who says her name and doesn’t call her the Usurper personally.

Tucker: This man has only been pinned 7 times in his XHF career, and he wants us to not say her name?

Inside the ring, Donzig is storming back and forth in a rage snarling and screaming at the fans before he faces the back.

Frank Salazar: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a fans bring the weapons match schedule for one fall! And pinfalls will count anywhere! In the ring at this time, he is–

Donzig grabs the mic, shoving Frank aside as he stares at the back before he leans across the ropes with a beckoning finger.

Donzig: They know who the fuck I am, Frank! Eddie D, get your ass down here!

The fans explode, chanting for Eddie D as Donzig flings the mic aside with a frown.

You gotta keep 'em separated
Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake out their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They're gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up

Tucker: The fans are on their feet for Eddie D, the People’s Champion!

Torchwood: People’s Champion, Eddie D needs to quit kissing up to these fans, lad!

Eddie D of course is all business as he stalks down the ramp, rolling his huge shoulders as he high fives the fans. He glares at Donzig, shaking his head before he walks closer.

Tucker: Donzig has come to represent everything that Eddie D hates in this business, there is nothing but bad blood between these two!

Torchwood: Eddie D just wishes he had stayed on the side of the Scourge!

Donzig meanwhile has ran back across the ring, and comes off the ropes to charge forward. He dives through the ropes, throwing himself right at Eddie D as the fans come to their feet! Eddie D grabs him from the air, and shakes his head before he slams Donzig down across the top of the barricade!

The Scourge falls to the floor, and the fans are going wild as Eddie D stares down at him.

Tucker: Donzig has had quite a few matches this month, Sir Arthur. Do you think that will be a factor in this match?

Torchwood: Against a normal opponent a man with the power of Eddie D would have a huge advantage against an exhausted opponent! But as we all know Donzig is not normal, he will walk through hell and show up at the next match ready for more! It’s insane!

Eddie D grabs Donzig, and swings him hard against the barricade before flinging him aside again. Donzig sprawls, shaking his head as he tries to get back to his feet. Eddie D reaches into the crowd, and grabs a field hockey stick which he holds high over his head.

Then he charges forward, driving it hard into Donzig’s ribs. That blow is followed by a crack across his back and shoulders, then Eddie flings it aside as he scoops up the Scourge. And he shakes his head before he scoops him up to start battering punches into his head.

Tucker: These fans are on their feet as Eddie D rains punishment down on Donzig.

Torchwood: Donzig leans hard against the barricade, the wind taken out of his sails!

Eddie D backs up, and then charges forward with a roar of rage. His shoulder lowered to crash into Donzig, and the barricade snaps as both men go flying into the scrambling crowd in a heap. The place explodes in W:UK chants, and weapons are in the air.

Torchwood: Dear God! I hope the Queen is not watching this!

Tucker: You mean the Usurper?

Torchwood: No, her majesty!

Eddie D staggers back to his feet, shaking his head as the fans pat him on the back. Donzig is back on his feet as well, and he grabs a weapon from a fan. And it seemed to be a rubber chicken crudely wrapped with barbed wire, he stares it before swinging it over his head.

And he snaps it across the head and shoulders of Eddie D, battering away at him as the fans jeer. Eddie D shoves him back, wiping at his face before he grabs the chicken from Donzig’s hand as he comes back in. He flings it aside, and Donzig uses the distraction to start throwing punches.

Tucker: Two of the biggest names in W:UK are brawling their way through this crowd, Sir Arthur! This is W:UK action!

Eddie D throws a huge punch, and Donzig is knocked sprawling against some chairs. The fans are going wild, and Donzig spits before motioning for Eddie to bring it on. The Good Guy does just that, running at Donzig who dives aside as Eddie plows through the chairs and fans before landing in a heap.

The fans are urging him to get up, and Donzig shakes his head before he rips a kendo stick from one of their hands. He snaps it against the ground, and stalks towards Eddie with ill intent etched on his face.

Torchwood: These weapons are working against Eddie D, lad. They are taking away his size advantage.

Tucker: The Good Guy has heart! That is why Donzig hates him! Donzig hates anyone who stands up to him! But inside of this environment, there are few more dangerous than the Scourge.

Donzig meanwhile waves the fans back, and then the kendo stick cracks across Eddie’s back. Snapping over his broad muscled back again and again, welts forming as Eddie pushes himself upwards but staggering under the heavy blows as Donzig keeps hammering them in.

He drives the end of it into Eddie’s kidney, then goes to place it over the big man’s throat.

Torchwood: Donzig going for the Russian Leg Sweep with the stick it seems!

Tucker: On the cement?

But Eddie D starts firing off elbows into Donzig’s chest and head driving him backwards, he rips the Kendo stick away before snapping it across his knee in spray of bamboo! The fans explode, and Eddie D grabs a weapon from the fans. It seems to be an old keyboard, and he snaps it across Donzig’s back and shoulders.

Keys fly everywhere, and he holds it high. Meanwhile keys were driven into Donzig’s back and arms, clearly held there by thumbtucks glued to the keys. Donzig shakes them off, but staggers back as Eddie flings it aside before grabbing a cheese grater.

Torchwood: This is chaos! Someone stop this!

Eddie D grabs Donzig, kicking his legs out from under him before an arm wraps around his neck. Donzig tries to escape, but Eddie starts to rake the cheese grater across his bald head. Blood wells up, and Donzig is soon howling as he drenched in blood.

Eddie tightens his grip, and leans back down. But Donzig manages to snag a chair, an snaps it backwards over his head to crack it across Eddie’s head! The fans boo, and Eddie staggers back as Donzig pushes himself upwards.

Tucker: Both men are bleeding! This is carnage!

Torchwood: Nottingham Carnage?

Tucker: I see what you did there.

Donzig smashes the chair across Eddie’s back again, and then flings it aside into the scrambling fans. He looks around wildly, wiping blood from his face before he grabs for a weapon. And he holds up what appears to be a wand, he stares at it before his eyes narrow on the fan who shrugs.

Donzig points at it, Eddie.

Donzig: Avada Kedavra!

Nothing happened.

Donzig stared at the wand, then flung it back at the fan before he followed Eddie D towards the ring with a scowl.

Tucker: Oh, of course he knows the Dark Arts!

Torchwood: That is a bold accusation, lad!

Donzig runs at Eddie D, clearly going for the bulldog! But the Good Guy moves at the last minute, and flings Donzig at the stairs! They explode in a crash of metal, and Donzig lands in a broken heap as the fans go wild! Eddie D stomps forward, shaking his head before he makes the pin!

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2….

Donzig kicks out! The fans groan, and Eddie D shrugs as he pulls Donzig to his feet before shoving him hard against the ring. The Good Guy batters away at Donzig, hammering huge fists into his sides and chest before he stomps off to tear the cover off the Spanish announce table. He glares around angrily, and then walks over to grab Donzig once again to deliver a back drop onto the table!

The fans explode, and Donzig rolls off grabbing at his back.

Tucker: Eddie D taking out nearly a year of frustration on Donzig!

Eddie D stalks over, and grabs Donzig to lift him into the air. Pinning him close as his huge arms tighten around his lower ribs and back, squeezing as his muscles bulge and he tightens the hold again! Donzig screams, trying to get free as Eddie shakes him around.

Torchwood: Eddie D has studied some tape! Donzig has suffered a fair share of injuries over the last month, and the Good Guy is using them against him!

Tucker: Smart move by Eddie D, even the Scourge can be broken down by internal injuries.

Donzig looks to be fading, and starts to go limp before flaring back to life with a snarl of rage on his bloody face. His hands snap upwards, and grab on Eddie’s face before he leans down to bite at him. Eddie shakes his head, arms coiling tighter before Donzig’s thumbs shove into his eyes!

Tucker: Oh, my god! He could blind Eddie D!

The hold is broken, and Eddie leans on the table as he rubs at his eyes. Donzig comes free, breathing hard as he holds at his sides and ribs before he grabs Eddie’s head to drive into the table again and again! The fans boo, and Eddie sags to a knee before Donzig grabs a cable from the floor. He wraps it around Eddie’s throat, choking and twisting!

Tucker: He is choking the life out of Eddie D! Someone stop this!

Torchwood: Smart move by Donzig, a man as big as Eddie needs air for all those muscles! He needs air to keep from being winded!

Tucker: Desperate move you mean! A desperation move by Donzig because he can’t beat Eddie!

Donzig was clearly enraged, yanking back on the cable as he twisted it around Eddie’s huge neck. A knee buried between his shoulders as he presses forward, and Eddie’s face reddens as he claws at the cable as he sags forward against the floor. He was fading fast it seemed, and Donzig snarled as he let him fall leaning back against the sagging announce desk.

The ref started a count, and the fans booed.

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2…
3…
4…

Tucker: Eddie D is getting back up!

Torchwood: I can’t believe it!

5…
6…

The fans are going wild, chanting Eddie’s name as Donzig stares as the People’s Champion slowly forces himself to his knees before starting to rise. Donzig charges forward, and is unable to lock his arms around Eddie’s shoulder, but he fires off a brutal double arm DDT onto the floor!

The fans boo, jeering as the ref admonishes Donzig who stares at him before he grabs him to fling him into the crowd.

Tucker: That is going to be a fine!

Torchwood: At some point these referees should learn to stay away from Donzig!

Donzig meanwhile is furious, stalking back and forth as he rakes his hands through his beard. He stares down at Eddie D, cursing before he wipes blood from his face. Then he storms over grabbing the top of the ring stairs, and then he barrels in cracking them across Eddie’s head as he rises.

More blood, and Eddie falls backwards but starts to rise again. Donzig drives the stairs down on his massive back once, twice, and third time before Eddie finally drops again. The stairs are flung away, and Donzig rolls him over for the pin.

Tucker: The referee is still out cold in row three!

But of course another ref charges from the back, running around the carnage to dive for the count!

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2…

EDDIE D KICKS OUT!

Fans: EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE!

Tucker: Nottingham has come alive for the Good guy! They are on their feet for the People’s Champ, Eddie D!

Donzig snarls, shaking his head before he rises to his feet. And then he starts to tear up the matting around the ring, pausing every so often to drive a few stiff boots into the head and back of the slowly stirring Eddie D. He exposes the bare cement of the floor, and his eyes narrow before he watches Eddie struggle upwards.

Running knee to the face. Eddie sags, and Donzig hooks him before talking a few steps forward!

Tucker: No! No! Don’t do this!

Torchwood: He is going for the 25:17 on the bare cement of the Meadows! He wants to destroy Eddie D once and for all, lad!

Eddie D’s head is driven into the cement with a thud as he Donzig hits the Unprettier, and then he rises to his feet to lift his arms over his head. The fans boo, jeering as Donzig stands with his arms spread before he sneers as he walks over to the Welsh Announce Desk, tearing the headset from Maddox Davies, W:UK Welsh announcer as he shrieks into it.

Donzig: ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? THERE IS YOUR FUCKING PEOPLE’S CHAMPION! RIGHT THERE!

Meanwhile, the referee is checking on Eddie D as he has the ten count. And Eddie D shakes his head, pushing the ref away as he rises once more, and the fans can’t believe it!

Donzig can’t believe it, and the headset goes flying as he reaches into the crowd to grab a weapon. A pause, and Donzig stares as he realizes he is holding some phallic shaped dildo. His eyes bulge, and he flings it away before grabbing the fan.

Donzig: YOU’RE FUCKING SICK! SOME KIND OF BLOODY DEGENERATE!

He flings the fan aside, and then stalks towards the rising Eddie D who motions for Donzig to bring it on even as he is dripping blood from his head. Donzig snarls, and drives a boot into his stomach before hitting the Event Horizon! The place erupts in groans as Eddie drops.

Donzig talks trash in his face, snarling and cursing before he climbs to his feet. He stalks around, shaking his head before he plants a boot on Eddie’s chest.

Tucker: Eddie D fought a good fight, but Donzig is too much tonight in Nottingham!

Torchwood: Absolutely, lad, few people on the XHF Network can recover from the Event Horizon!

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2.5…

Eddie D kicks out!

The place explodes, the fans coming to their feet in the Meadows as the ref holds up two fingers. Donzig stares, his eyes widening before he steps over Eddie D to grab the ref by the shirt. His bloodied face comes closer, and he is growling something as the ref shakes his head wildly. Holding up two fingers as he protests, and Donzig steps back.

EVENT HORIZON!

Torchwood: Good thing, Donzig-gun has more money than God.

Tucker: Oh, I don’t know Donzig seems to take being fined personally.

The ref sprawls, and Donzig tugs at his beard as the fans are again chanting for Eddie D. And he stares at the slowly rising Eddie D, who seems to be in real trouble as he wipes away blood as he pulls himself up the ring. Eddie D laughs, shaking his head before he lifts a single hand to flip off the sneering Donzig.

Tucker: Eddie D could be seriously hurt, he could be concussed, and he is still not going to let these fans down! The Good Guy is not going to let even the New God of Extreme beat him tonight in Nottingham!

Torchwood: I am contractually obligated to remind you that no one calls him that, Lad.

Tucker: What? By Who?

Torchwood: I don’t want to kiss and tell, but the name on the check was Dylan Black.

Donzig grabs Eddie D’s head, driving it into the side of the ring once, then twice before he rolls him inside even as a third referee comes running down the ramp. And Donzig watches Eddie D crawl across the mat before he curses at the fans once more, before he climbs to the turnbuckle.

Tucker: Fun fact, Donzig’s previous referee record was also three at the Great Northern War I believe.

Torchwood: Donzig up high!

Donzig perches atop the turnbuckle, snarling as he rips off his bloody elbow pad to fling it into the jeering fans. And then he dives off at the prone Eddie D, breaking the ref’s count as he buries that bare elbow into his heart! The fans groan, booing loudly as Donzig makes the cover.

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EDDIE KICKS OUT!

Tucker: NO! NO! NO! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

Torchwood: Eddie D on pure instinct! This man will not give up!

Donzig stares at Eddie, shaking his head before he curses at the ref. Then he makes another cover, and Eddie again kicks out!

Donzig grabs his head, slamming it against the mat again and again! Cover!

Eddie again somehow feebly gets a huge shoulder up, and the fans are going berserk.

Donzig rises to his feet, a stunned and confused look on his bloody face as he looks around the ring as Eddie is again trying to rise. Pushing the ref away, shaking his head as his glassy eyes lock on Donzig. And Donzig spits, slamming a kick into his face.

Then he runs backwards, hitting the ropes!

Torchwood: Lionsault off the ropes!

Tucker: Vintage Donzig!

The Scourge makes the cover, and the fans jeer as the ref counts!

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Eddie D somehow gets his shoulder up, and the ref holds up two fingers as Donzig stares at him.

Torchwood: I have never seen anything like this!

Tucker: Eddie D is fighting for all of us! All of these fans! He is telling the God of Death, not today! And Donzig can’t believe it!

Donzig clearly can’t believe it, and he slides from the ring to gesture at the crowd before he grabs a cricket bat wrapped in barbed wire. And he rips it away from the fan, holding it high before he rolls back inside. Death in High Places is clearly drunk on bloodshed now as he stalks around the ring pointing the bat at Eddie D who is still fighting to get up between multiple counts despite the ref trying to get him to stop.

CRACK!

Eddie slumps, then starts to get up slowly!

CRACK! CRACK!

Eddie falls forward for the eight, but then starts to pull himself up the ropes as Donzig stares at him.

The referee waves his hands, calling for the bell as he yells at Frank.

Frank Salazar: This match has been called by the referee, your winner by stoppage Donzig!

The fans groan, and Eddie D is still trying to get up as he motions for Donzig to bring it.

Donzig stares at Eddie, and then he cracks the barbed wire cricket bat across the referee! The man screams, and Donzig lays into him with shot after shot before he flings the bat aside. Then he grabs him, flinging him from the ring with a snarl.

The Scourge follows him to the outside, and he grabs the ref to start driving huge right hands into his face and head as the fans boo. And of course, medics fly to the ring for Eddie D.

Donzig grabs one of them, throwing him into the fans before he grabs a chair to start stalking around the ring.

Tucker: Someone stop this! Someone do something! This match is over!

Donzig rolls inside, and cracks the chair across the head of a paramedic who tries to stop him as his eyes narrow on Eddie D who is trying to get away from the medics to face Donzig. But then the boys are running down the ramp, the fans are on their feet as Frank Windsor rolls inside with his arm in a sling. He is flanked by Fowler and Riot, and they stare down Donzig.

Hunter ad Takara Matsui are behind them, Hunter turning to check on Eddie as Takaru backs up the Bastards.

Even Psychotic Goth is in the ring, holding his weapon before him as he keeps a close watch on Donzig as Ken Howard waits outside.

Frank grabs a mic, and he steps forward as Donzig points with the chair.

Frank: Alright you son of a bitch, that’s enough! No more! Eddie D may not be a Bastard, but he is one of us! And if you fucking want him so bad? You’re going to have to get through all of us to take him, you hear me? Let’s fucking go!

The fans are on their feet, and Fowler steps between Donzig and Frank as he pushes the injured Bastard back. Riot stares a hole through Donzig who seems like he may just try to take on the whole roster, the chair bouncing in his hand before he flings it down.

Then Donzig slides from the ring, laughing as he heads for the ramp passing near the frowning Goth.

They watch him go, and then Hunter and Takaru slowly help Eddie D to his feet as the fans go wild for the People’s Champion! And Fowler reaches over to grab Eddie’s arm, holding it high as Frank gets under his other side to help hold him steady.

Tucker: This roster and these fans are showing how much they respect and love Eddie D! And I can’t believe what I have seen here in Nottingham!

Torchwood: I am Sir Arthur Torchwood, he is Jeremy Tucker! And this is W:UK, join him next time for Legacy 6 in Sydney!

Tucker: Wait? Him? Where are you?

Torchwood: As if I am going to bloody Australia! But don’t worry Fulton will be there, lad!

Tucker: Oh, God. Goodnight!

Segment

Old footage of WWII bombers and fighters are shown flying over the war torn skies. And then the sky is covered with images of the wrestlers of the W:UK.

Scenes of both are intermingled, bombers flying through strafing fire. Fighters swooping and diving, and lights flash across the darkness.

The Bastards.

Donzig-Gun.

Havok.

Psychotic Goth.

Eddie D.

Hunter.

Zolothatch.

Wentzel.

Then the cracked voice recording of Winston Churchill echoes as the scene goes black:

‘I expect that the Battle of Britain is about to begin.’

October 30th, 2022