Wrestle: UK Legacy #6: Smackdown in Sydney

[Mr. Blood]

Backstage, the W:UK crew are running cables and checking the gear. A few are gathered around looking over the pyro, and running sound checks. Over in catering we can see a few gathered W:UK stars, as well as a scattering of SWAT legends.

Across the scene walks the Indian Assassins.

Rajiv Khan.

Mohammad Khan.

They speak amongst themselves, walking their baby elephant the mighty Sabu. Suddenly a voice speaks, rasping and cold. The pair freeze, eyes widening as they turn to see Donzig leaning in the corner with his hood drawn up around his masked visage.

Donzig: Boys, what are you doing here?

Rajiv: We are here, well we heard you were in town! So us and the SWAT team rolled down here to see what was going on.

Donzig: Ah.

Mohammad: We are heading to the ring for a little dark match, and–

Donzig walked forward, waving a hand dismissively. Death in High Places did not care about the dark match it seemed, and he slowly drifted around the elephant before he started to pet it. His masked face resting against it’s side, and the elephant’s trunk lifted to embrace him.

Then he turned, head tilting.

Donzig: Leave Sabu with me, he doesn’t wish to go to the ring.

Mohammad: Ah, I don’t–

Rajiv grabbed his arm, shaking his head as the pair walked off. Donzig watched them, frowning before he turned back to the elephant.

Donzig: I don’t know how you stand them.

Segment

(The Dark Stars and Commandrix are travelling by way of horseback in The Outback. They are dressed in their gladiator armor and Commandrix is dressed in her black uniform and breezes whip up an occasional dust devil and tumbleweeds roll across their path.)

Commandrix: "We're approaching our destination for our war with Sinclair Godfrey and The Oblivion Death Squad."

Niko: "Why are we doing this in a ghost town."

Commandrix: "Mr. Blood proclaimed it and that's our orders and we shall follow them."

Kono: "Fortunately our guidance systems will give us the best directions to get there."

Commandrix: "Just remember this is The Outback and the lawlessness is still alive and well. So we have to be quite careful and on our guard at all costs. The same with Sinclair Godfrey and The Oblivion Death Squad."

Niko: "The old ghost town is just ahead."

Kono: "Let's ride and get a look at the town's makeup."

(They urge their horses on and arrive in a matter of moments.)

Commandrix: "Impressive isn't it."

Niko: "It is and the six of us is going to demolish this town and if there is a mine. We're going to destroy that too if we have anything to say about it."

Kono: "That's what we do best on any world we travel to and any time period we appear in."

Commandrix: "Do not forget we're doing this for the glory of Shaakar and we want to show everyone we're still a force in W: UK."

Niko: "If anyone thinks we're going to be forgotten. Those who think that shall pay a severe price for their arrogance."

Kono: "An extremely severe price for their actions."

Commandrix: "For now stay focused on our match and make sure the blood flows."

Niko: "We'll deal out Outback justice our way."

Kono: "That includes extreme bloodshed which we're used too."

(They enter the town as dust whips up and the scene slowly fades to black.)

Match: The Purge vs. Neon Bushido

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And now coming to the ring; it is PURGE!!!!

Cameras pan around the sea of anxious people who are booing loudly. Suddenly the loudspeakers crackle, all attention devoted to these very special proceedings. The sound of a Preacher starts to sing Amazing Grace and is soon joined by his congregation.

The curtains at the top of the ramp way are pushed open and they emerge. The members of Purge slowly walk down the ramp way with the Preacher at the front.

Brother Samuel and Brother Cain walk around around the ring and enter it and saunter around it, eyeing the crowd. Sister Jezebel rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. The Preacher looks around and uses the stairs to ascend onto the apron. Looking around momentarily,he mounts the turnbuckle adjacent to the stairs, resting his left foot on the top rope. He hops down into the ring and takes off his fur coat. He then stands and looks around before stepping out of the ring to join Sister Jezebel.

Tucker: These folk make me think of the Koresh Clan.

Fulton Who are the Koresh Clan?

Tucker: A bunch of inbred yokels who never made it to the big time of SWAT or NPW.

Fulton Oh. Alrighty then.

Frank Salazar: And their opponents Takara Matsui and Joeru Shimo. They are Neon Bushido!

Takara Matsui and Joeru Shimo make their way down to the ring with Wormwood hot on their heels. They make their way down to the ring with the fans cheering them every step of the way. Wormwood opens the ropes for Matsui and Shimo to get into the ring and hops down to the floor.

Tucker: The Neon Bushido better be prepared for a battle.

Fulton The Purge is going to give them one, yeah.

Joeru Shimo and Brother Samuel start the match in the ring as the bell sounds to start the match. The two lock up and right away, Samuel begins pushing Shimo back to the ropes before whipping him across the ring and bringing him down on the rebound with a clothesline. He throws a few stomps in for pleasure, kicking Shimo in the ribs and back.

Shimo rolls away and to his feet. He leaps through the air as Samuel comes at him and lands an axe kick to the shoulder that drives Samuel to his knees. A spinning back fist puts Samuel to the mat and Shimo tags in Matsui.

Tucker: Joeru Shimo showing his martial arts abilities off here to turn things around.

Fulton Yep. Now what will the Purge do?

Matsui slips behind the rising Samuel and brings him down with an inverted powerslam! He rolls Samuel over and goes for the pinfall, but Samuel kicks out before the ref can get into position.

Tucker: Bit early to be going for the pinfall.

Fulton You never know until you try.

Tucker: I guess that’s true.

Fulton You know it.

Matsui stands up and watches as Samuel gets up. Matsui goes for the superkick, but Samuel catches the leg and elbows the side of Matsui’s knee to bring him down to the mat.

Tucker: If this was a karate competition, that would be a low blow.

Fulton Good fortune that it is not.

With Matsui down, Samuel drags him by the wounded leg to his corner and makes the tag to bring in Brother Cain. Cain leaps over the ropes to land his heel onto the side of Matsui’s knee, bringing out a cry of pain from the Neon Bushido member. Cain pulls Matui’s leg so that his ankle rests on the bottom rope and then jumps up and stomps the knee to hyperextend it. He then climbs to the top rope, but by then the ref has gotten Matsui’s foot from the ropes.

Matsui slowly stands up, but catches a missile drop kick for his efforts.

Tucker: The Purge taking it to Matsui. This isn’t the Purge night is it?

Fulton I don’t think so and that’s fictional.

Tucker: Oh. I may have made a grave error.

Fulton I don’t even want to know.

Cain draws Matsui up and hurls him into the corner where Samuel begins choking him out with the tag ropes. Shimo alerts the referee, who doesn’t see anything as Samuel releases him. Cain tags in Samuel, who steps into the ring.


Brother Samuel places an opponent over his shoulders in the fireman's carry position while Brother Cain runs and jumps up alongside both and takes hold or twists the neck of the opponent for any type of neckbreaker slam, as Brother Samuel falls down to the mat, forcing the opponent down with them in a Samoan drop.

Samuel goes for the cover while Cain runs over to knock Shimo down from the ring apron. Shimo ducks the punch and uses the ropes to fling himself into the ring and hit a sunset flip! The ref counts the pinfall on Matsui.

One
Two
Thr-Shimo breaks the pinfall with a foot to the back of Samuel’s head.

Tucker: That was lucky.

Fulton I’m not sure how long that luck will last.

Shimo and Cain are ushered to the ring apron by the referee as Samuel picks up Matsui. The referee moves into position as Matsui pulls Samuel down into a small package!

One
Two
Th-Samuel kicks out!

Tucker: Neon Bushido almost took it there.

Fulton Sneaky gits.

Brother Samuel stands up and whips Matsui into the ropes where the Preacher trips him. Matsui falls right into Samuel’s arms for a power bomb and a cover!

One
Two
Shimo runs in but Cain hits a missile drop kick from across the ring!
Three!

Frank Salazar: Winners of the match…the Purge!

Tucker: What an opening bout.

Fulton Quick, but painless.

Tucker: I don’t know about painless.

Fulton Well, painful.

Segment

The camera shows Kirsty Mascara walking in a corridor. She stops walking and looks directly in front of her.

Kirsty Mascara: I see a secret.

The camera zooms out and shows an envelope with “Kirsty Mascara” written on it sticking out a locker. Kirsty Mascara walks over to the locker and pulls the envelope out of it. She opens the envelope and pulls out a piece of paper and reads it.

Kirsty Mascara: An address? I should check this out.

Kirsty Mascara walks away from the locker as the camera fades.

Match: Outback Dick Johnson vs. 'The High Roller' Wesley Crane

The fans are on their feet as we come back from commercial, and the rather rumpled looking form of Frank Wormwood is in the ring. His rather stained and wrinkled suit has seen better days as he walks back and forth, a hand tugging at his tie before he sweeps back his hair which sticks up around his bald head.

Beside him stands a man in tattered green fatigues with a ‘slouch hat’ perched on his head. He stomps back and forth, chewing on a cigar as he smirks at the crowd. Every so often he takes it out, throwing insults at the crowd.


Wormwood: I have scoured the entire continent of Australia, I have roamed from one end of the place to the other! And I am proud to announce that I will be bringing to prominence, I will be restoring to the wrestling world! The Crown Jewel of Australian Wrestling, OUTBACK DICK JOHNSON!

The fans boo, and Wormwood waves a pudgy hand at Johnson as he starts to curse at the fans.

Fulton What retirement home did Wormwood pillage here?

Tucker: Isn’t Aiden Merric the crown jewel of Australian Wrestling?

Fulton Ew, that guy? Maybe the family jewels of Australian Wrestling.

Wormwood: You fans don’t understand what a buried treasure this man is!

‘Rubbing on that Italian leather
'Dem Konvict jeans on!
Ay yo Weezy! You Ready, yeah!
I get it in 'till sunrise
Doing ninety in a sixty five
Windows rolled down screaming ah!
Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid
Number one hustla' gettin' money
Why do you wanna count my money
I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid…’

Wesley Crane: What is this? This should be my time! This should be time that the W:UK, and these fans in Sydney should be having with me! Instead I am sitting in catering, trying to get some dice going! And I hear this?

Wormwood is staring, stammering as Dick Johnson is shaking his head before he grabs the mic from the little man.

Outback Dick Johson: Listen, mate, I don’t know who you are in your fancy clothes! But I am Outback Dick Johnson, and you’re cracking the shits here!

Fulton That means he is angry.

Tucker: Did you just translate from Australian?

Fulton Someone has to.


Outback Dick Johson: Fair Dinkum, mate? You’re not in my league! So quit looking like a drongo, and get out of my ring!

The fans boo, and Crane meanwhile has climbed the stairs and torn off his jacket. He loosens his tie, and pulls off his shirt before he pushes past the alarmed looking Wormwood as he shakes his head.

Wesley Crane: Get a ref down here!

The fans cheer, and a referee runs from the back to dive into the ring as Dick Johnson shoves his hat into the hands of Wormwood. Wormwood sighs, and heads from the ring as Johnson squares up with a sneer at the smirking Crane.

The ref calls for the bell.

Tucker: Is this happening?

Fulton I hope Wormwood is not too disappointed, after the Zombies beat his crew earlier.

Dick Johnson throws a few haymakers, rocking Crane backwards before Crane sidesteps and grabs his arm to fling him at the corner. Johnson turns, cursing loudly before Crane barrels in at him with a Running European Uppercut!

Fulton Ouch! Dick Johnson just got his clock cleaned!

Johnson staggers out, shaking his head before he is once more pounced on by Crane. The High Roller moves behind him, planting Johnson with a German Suplex that leaves him sprawled on the mat. The fans boo, clearly coming around to the hometown boy.

Tucker: This is the gem of Australian Wrestling?

Fulton Maybe I was too hard on Aiden Merric.

Dick Johnson rises again, staggering forward only to be caught with a ‘In the Face’ (V-trigger). He falls to the mat, clearly out of it before Crane grabbed him to pull him upwards to lock on the Dragon Sleeper!

Tucker: This is ridiculous! And uncalled for! He is already out cold!

Fulton He is choking Dick….Johnson.

Tucker: I hate you.

The ref meanwhile checks on Dick Johnson, who is clearly out. Wormwood is furious, hitting the mat before he flings aside the Slouch hat as the ref calls for the bell. He lifts Crane’s hand, and Crane smirks at Wormwood before he plants his foot on Dick Johnson’s chest.

Frank Salazar: Your winner by submission! The High Roller, Wesley Crane!

Segment

Crew: Mr. Blood! Mr. Blood! Come quick, there’s a problem!

Blood looked up from his desk, and he motioned the man inside. And he was handed a tablet, and his eyes widened before he turned back to the man. He frowned, slamming his fist down on the desk.

Blood: What happened!? Who did this Goddammit! Someone attacked Eddie D, and we all know who it was! That lunatic has gone too far this time!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: The Dark Stars & Commandrix vs. The Oblivion Death Squad & Sinclair Godfrey

(The show returns to what looks like an old black and white scene of an old mining town and what looks like the opening of an old western movie or television show with the wrestlers names followed by the name of the match before disappearing. There are breezes blowing sand and dust devils blowing throughout the town's sand and dusty streets. There are crows and vultures perched on the towns abandoned buildings. The scene slowly fades into the town's drinking hole where The Dark Stars are sitting at a table wearing their futuristic gladiator armor with their weapons at the ready drinking and minding their own business. Jeremy Tucker and Andrew Fulton are sitting at another table dressed in old wild western clothes as is Frank Salazar and the referee is dressed as an old wild western boxing referee.)

Tucker: "Welcome back to Legacy #6 and we're broadcasting live from an old mining town in Australia's famous Outback. In what's going to be your not so typical match Mr. Blood ordered both The Dark Stars/Commandrix and Oblivion Death Squad/with Sinclair Godfrey to battle it out here in this old mining town."

Fulton"Well Mr. Blood really came up with an appropriate name for this match. Imagine an Outback Death Match in The Outback and these six have ramped up the violence every time they met and nothing is going to stop these six from tearing each other apart or worse killing and destroying each other."

Tucker: "From their first encounter between Commandrix and Sinclair Godfrey three years ago in the joint SWAT/NPW three way. The feud between these two groups have escalated recently when The Dark Stars and Oblivion Death Squad when the OBS interfered in The Dark Stars match with The Bastards costing them the victory and the W: UK Commonwealth Tag Team Championships."

Fulton"Then Commandrix and Sinclair Godfrey got in a brawl costing The Dark Stars the match. In Nottingham both women continued their feud when they got into another nasty brawl which Sinclair prevailed. This leads us to this match where nothing is still not going to be settled between these two women or their teams."

Tucker: "The way things are going with these two groups I have to agree. I don't think even this mining town is going to be able to hold these two factions and their valets."

Fulton"Hell The Outback won't be able to hold these two factions. At least I struck it filthy rich."

Tucker: "If you did it would be filled with Fool's Gold which would be worthless."

Fulton"So when does Cowboys vs. Aliens II start....Hey bartender two more brewskies."

Bartender: "That's beer and ya still owes me for that tab ya ran up."

Fulton"You charge too much."

(The doors to the saloon swing open and Sinclair Godfrey and The Oblivion Death Squad enter dressed in old black western outlaw outfits. The Dark Stars and Commandrix get up and move to the center of the saloon to meet them. They all glare at each other daring the other to make the first move.)

Frank Salazar:"The following contest is....."

Sinclair Godfrey: "Shut your mouth darling. So Commandrix you actually had the guts to come to this here town."

Commandrix: "I'm surprised you actually found us here."

Sinclair Godfrey: "It wasn't that hard darling since we followed your stinking carcasses here and we're going to leave your dead carcasses here in this mining town's graveyard."

Frank Salazar:"There's no killing or maiming in this here....."

Sinclair Godfrey: "If you don't shut up your carcass will be buried in the graveyard."

Commandrix: "Yeah keep picking on those who can't fight back you lowdown Yankee liar."

Sinclair Godfrey: "Prove it."

Fulton"All six start shooting at each other...Duck under the tables."

Tucker: "The Oblivion Death Squad is firing hot lead while The Dark Stars are returning fire with....Well hot lasers and they have deflector shields while The Oblivion Death Squad has a table."

Fulton"The Dark Stars are trying to burn this saloon down. I'm going to get my beer before this old saloon is turned into ashes. Hell I'm going to save all that valuable booze.....Aaaaah!.....Aaaaah!"

Sinclair Godfrey: "You can't deflect my bullets forever Commandrix!"

Commandrix: "You'll run out of bullets before I finish deflecting them Sinclair!"

Tucker: "Commandrix just shot at Sinclair with her staff and those shots continue to set the saloon on fire. She charges Sinclair who grabs a bar stool and smashes Commandrix with it."

Fulton"Damn where's the Rot Gut. Commandrix and Sinclair Godfrey have joined in on this good ole fashioned barroom brawl. Sinclair smashes Commandrix in to the bar and while The Dark Stars are spear and lift the Oblivion Death Squad through the singing doors and out onto the dusty and sandy streets."

Tucker: "Commandrix delivers a series of elbows and smashes Sinclair into the wall and into the bars edge. She throws her over the table and before picking it up and smashes Sinclair with it. Commandrix gets onto the bar as Sinclair barely gets that table off. She runs and leaps off the bar and tackles Sinclair."

Commandrix: "Now...for...some...real...barroom...brawling!"

Sinclair Godfrey: "Careful....what....you...wish...for!"

Fulton"Look at those two cowgirls go. They wanted a fight and oth are locked in a wild brawl. Commandrix is whipped into the bar and Sinclair clotheslines both Commandrix and herself into the bartender's serving area. I'm outta her girls."

Tucker: "You forgot your sack of booze."

Fulton"No not my booze! Don't destroy my booze!"

Tucker: "Sinclair just gorilla slams Commandrix onto the bar chest first and slides her across the bar and onto the floor
and proceeds to smash her face into the piano which starts to play by itself."

Fulton"It's a ghost piano. Sinclair attempts a suplex but Commndrix blocks it and counters with a suplex of her own sending Sinclair through the table. 'The Genius of War' proceeds to ground and pound 'The Baroness' who forces her off and they continue to brawl."

Tucker: "Meanwhile outside the saloon The Oblivion Death Squad and The Dark Stars continue their brawl. They make their way towards the Sheriff's Office and The OBS lifting tackles The Dark Stars smashing them through the door. They just threw The Dark Stars into the jail cell and entered the cell and locked themselves in and threw the keys away."

Niko: "No cell is going to hold us Mormo!"

Mormo: "Raaaaaaghhhh!"

Kono: "I revel in close quarter combat Moloch!"

Moloch: "Roooooaaar!"

Fulton"Why would they throw away the keys when they can pin them and leave since the referee stormed out of here after them. Then again The Oblivion Death Squad is used to beating and interrogating prisoners and opponents. The Dark Stars and OBS continue to brawl all over that medium sized jail cell."

Tucker: "The Dark Stars ram The Oblivion Death Squad's faces into the walls and rusty iron cell bars. These two teams have no problems bringing it in close quarter combat in jail cells. The Oblivion Death Squad just bodyslammed Dark Stars into the walls and then into the iron bars before completing the bodyslam."

Fulton"Now The OBS are grounding and pounding them ole western style. The Dark Stars forces them over and starts grounding and pounding them before being forced off and both get up continuing to brawl....Is it me or did that piano the tune to posse chasing music."

Tucker: "Maybe it's one of those old automatic models from the turn of the century. The Dark Stars just double DDT'd the OBS. Niko pulls out one of his weapons and slashes the jail door open before he and Kono walk out casually."

Fulton"Yeah before they slam the door into a charging Mormo's face and melding the door shut."

Tucker: "Moloch is up and he's tugging at the door sending dust down onto them. Meanwhile The Dark Stars simply wait watching them and standing their ground."

Oblivion Death Squad: "Raaaaaagggghhhhhh!"

Niko: "Yeah come on tough guys."

Kono: "Let's see you get out of there and teach us a lesson."

Fulton"Mormo and Moloch yell what sounds like cursing and swearing as they violently shake the door sending even more dust onto them. They begin bending and twisting those rusty bars off as The Dark Stars still stand their ground motioning for them to dare get out. They must have a death wish if they do that."

Tucker: "I guess they do since they finally get out and spear them hard to the floor. Mormo and Moloch ground and pound Niko and Kono before grabbing those iron bars and beat The Dark Stars all over their bodies, legs and knees. Now The OBS smashes The Dark Stars faces into the wall."

Andre Fulton: "Meanwhile, Commandrix and Sinclair Godfrey are continuing their wild brawl. Sinclair just back bodydropped Commandrix into a horse water trough and holds her head down into the water."

Sinclair Godfrey: "You need a good bath darling since you stink worse than me...."

Commandrix: "You'll...need....one...when...I....get...through...with...You....gah...."

Tucker: "You're right about that. Sinclair just lifted Commandrix out of that horse water trough and positions her and powerbombs her several times before powerbombing her into the wooden supports and the roof comes crashing down literally onto both of them."

Fulton"Now it's official that these two are out to kill each other. Sinclair emerges from the wreckage followed by Commandrix and both are back to their feet picking up where they left off. I heard of bring the roof down but this is ridiculous."

Tucker: "They just grabbed pieces of that roof and start swinging them at each other. They break those wooden pieces over the others head and Sinclair chokeslams Commandrix head first into a horse stand."

Sinclair Godfrey: "Looks like you need to be reined in darling."

Fulton"Sinclair just sneered as she stands over Commandrix who looks in bad shape. She rakes Commandrix's back with her nails as Commandrix searches for something and she jams it into her over. 'The Genius of War' does it again doubling 'The Baroness' over and contuse to beat her with it."

Tucker: "Commandrix whips Sinclair into the street and she charges in goring her. They roll across the street kicking up sand and dust getting in punches. Now they grip each others hair and both roar with rage as they smash and grind each other's heads into that hard ground and sandy street."

Fulton"MEOW!....Hey that piano just started playing 'The Gunsmoke theme.' I'm telling you it's a haunted piano. Commandrix picks up Sinclair Godfrey by the hair and Sinclair continues to grip hers. They both continue to thrash and pull the others hair and stumble onto the wooden walkway and crash into the general store's window."

Tucker: "Commandrix and Sinclair Godfrey are smashing glass jars and containers and both look like they just cut each other open with those broken jars. Now they start to pound each other with old cans of beans and canned meat before Sinclair stuffs some old candy into Commandrix's mouth. Commandrix seems to be swallowing it before picking some up and smashes Sinclair's with some candy as if force feeding her. Both seem to be enjoying that old candy."

Fulton"Yeah pardner they seem to be enjoying the candy and now Commandrix stuffs beef jerky into her mouth and has some too. Is this a brawl or a junk food eating contest. Speaking of which this match is being sponsored by Break Fulmer's Candy and Beefy Jerky Treats. If you are hungry and need something sweet or beefy try their full line up of snacks. It's so good you'll be brawling just like these two women just for the taste."

Tucker: "I guess the booze you just stole is sponsored too."

Fulton"Oh damn I forgot about that. This match is also sponsored by Byron's Whiskey and Beer. It's so good it's a smash in the head like The Dark Stars and Commandrix and The Oblivion Death Squad and Sinclair Godfrey were doing earlier."

Tucker: "Any other sponsors for this match."

Fulton"If any of the other opponents enter the other establishments I'll mention it."
Tucker: "Why did I even ask. Both seemed to have gotten up after that brief respite and Commandrix just picked up that old cash register and smashed Sinclair's head with it. She lifts and running tackles her through that door ands they land in the dirt street and the dust is flying again as they resume their dust up."

Fulton"They get up and continue to brawl as 'The Baroness' just threw dust into 'The Genius of War's' eyes before running spinebusters her through the doors of the bank. They get back to their feet and continue to brawl through the bank and behind the bank teller windows. Where Sinclair just threw an inkwell into Commandrix's face blinding her."

Tucker: "Sinclair charges and running tackles but Commandrix grips her by the waist and throws her forward and both quickly get up in a savage bearhug. They slam each other into the bank vault door and continue to clinch and throw their fists into the others ribs."

Fulton"Sinclair just DDT's Commandrix and then proceeds to open the vault before she throws her inside. Speaking of banks The Bank of Sydney has reasonable rates. So reasonable that even a desperado would find that a steal. Sinclair starts throwing sacks of gold, silver and silver along with paper money and bonds onto Commandrix, who counters with a wedgie."

Tucker: "Commandrix follows up with a kick to Sinclair's crotch and delivers a series of relentless knee strikes. She Thai clinches and continues to deliver a series of knees, elbows and punches before dumping sacks of gold, silver and paper money onto Sinclair."

Commandrix: "Care to try robbing this bank now! You have to get past me to rob this bank!"

Sinclair Godfrey: "There's not enough money in this vault to satisfy me darling!....Rrraaaggghhh!"

Commandrix: "Rrrraaaaggghhhh!"

Tucker: "The Dark Stars just made their way to the nearby horse and livery stable they continue to tear into each other."

Fulton"Why is that stupid thing playing the 'Mr. Ed' theme. Speaking of horses those poor horses are going to be eaten alive."

Tucker: "There are no horses in that horse and livery stable."

Fulton"How would you know. Both teams continue to brawl and The Oblivion Death Squad grabs branding irons and jams them The Dark Stars and start beating them with them. They heat them up in the coals and proceed to brand them."

Tucker: "The Dark Stars get up as The OBS grab an anvil and hammer respectively, but The Dark Stars double superkick Mormo and Moloch in stereo. They proceed to use the branding irons and return the branding with their own branding of The Mormo and Moloch. Niko and Kono find a couple of saddles and they beat The Oblivion Death Squad with them while the piano is playing 'Blazing Saddles.'"

Fulton"Oh yeah that's all we need is that stupid thing playing the theme from a bad western comedy while The Dark Stars beat The OBS with saddles. The Dark Stars matrix climb up to the upper level of the horse and livery stable where the bales of hay are and wait for Mormo and Moloch to get up."

Niko: "Looking for us!"

Kono: "Come and get us!"

OBS: "RRRRooooooaaaarrrrr!"

Tucker: "The OBS is really fired up as they charge and The Dark Stars just suicide dived onto them."

Fulton"Talking about maniacal moves but that was totally insane. They find some shovels and charge Mormo and Moloch but they counter with a double clotheslines in stereo. The Oblivion Death Squad drags them to the entrance and find some nooses. Didn't Mr. Blood warn both teams that killing each other wasn't going to be tolerated."

Tucker: "This is The OBS and they like to break the rules and this feud has been escalating in blood and violence for quite a while. They place the nooses around Niko and Kono's throats and drag them to the nearest rafters and proceed to hang The Dark Stars."

Fulton"Meanwhile that stupid thing is playing 'Hang em High' as Niko and Kono struggle to reach a weapon and grab them and they chop and cut the nooses falling to the ground."

Tucker: "Mormo and Moloch drag The Dark Stars out of the horse and livery stable and powerbomb them onto a pile of rocks in stereo. They tie the Dark Stars to the edge of a buckboard wagon and get on and proceed to race out of town with Niko and Kono being dragged face first dirt, stones and rocks cutting their faces open."

Fulton"Why are they heading towards the mine.....Oh come on! Why is that stupid piano playing 'North to Alaska' when we're in The Outback!"

Tucker: "Must be a gold mine. Did you check the map and tourist guide before you even boarded the plain to this old abandoned mining town."

Fulton"Of course I consulted that map and tourist guide that rip off con artist sold me promising me that there would be gold in that there gold mine. Meanwhile Commandrix and Sinclair Godfrey continue to exchange spinning back kicks and spinning back fists. They seem to be bleeding more profusely and seem exhausted but they refuse to let the other gain an advantage."

Sinclair Godfrey: "Huff....Huff...This town...isn't big enough....to hold the two of...us darling!"

Commandrix: "Huff...Huff....So let me....show you....the....way out Sinclair!"

Tucker: "They continue their old fashioned brawl exchanging punch after punch both stumbling backwards but still coming forwards. They matrix duck each other's kicks and punches."

Fulton"Sinclair Godfrey and Commandrix attempt running leaping Superman punches but....What the hell they both just disappeared in a flash of light....Oh come on stop playing that stupid sheet music."

Tucker: "We managed to track them via satellite and both Commandrix and Sinclair Godfrey seem to be brawling on Australia's Great Barrier Reef."

Fulton"How in the world did they get onto The Great Barrier Reef...Oh come on why is that dumb piano playing 'Tie the Kangaroo Down' when they are on a reef."
Tucker: "Ask the piano why it's playing that."

Fulton"Hell I'm afraid to even try and ask."

Tucker: "Meanwhile back on the Great barrier Reef both women are slow to get up near the water and Sinclair charges and she grabs and Olympic Slams Commandrix into the water. They continue to roll deeper and deeper into the surf their legs and arms kicking up foam and water."

Fulton"Why is that thing playing 'Beyond the Sea.' They finally come back to the surface gripping each other's hair and going under attempting to drown each other. I'm surprised they didn't attract any sharks since they're both bleeding buckets of blood."

Tucker: "Careful what you wish for. Sinclair and Commandrix pop their heads up and they drag each other out still gripping the others hair. Sinclair dumps Commandrix onto the sand and grounds and pounds 'The Genius of War' who forces her over and returns the ground and pound onto 'The Baroness.'"

Fulton"They continue to roll along the sandy beach kicking up sand and they both are sand encrusted. Oh why oh why didn't they wear sexy bikinis. Commandrix just belly to belly suplexed Sinclair and both are down....What the hell! Why is that thing playing 'Beach Blanket Bingo'?"

Tucker: "Like I just said ask the piano."

Fulton"No way am I going to ask that monster."

Tucker: "Commandrix and Sinclair Godfrey are slow to stir and slowly get up. They superkick each other sending them both back down
to their knees. These two are definitely going to feel the effects of this war."

Fulton"Yeah and after this match my ears are going to be ringing and I'm going to have nightmares that both Dr. Phil and Dr. Oz won't be able to cure."

Tucker: "Then why did you watch all those old westerns on the trip to Sydney and why did you borrow money from me to buy an old western costume."

Fulton"I wanted to ride the mechanical bull in one of their clubs."

Tucker: "There are no mechanical bulls in Sydney and there are no country western clubs and bars in Sydney either."

Fulton"That jerk who sold me that map lied again."

Tucker: "Yeah and you fell for it as usual. Commandrix is back on her feet and picks up Sinclair, who delivera a stiff forearm and an elbow to her head. Commandrix counters with an elbow of her own. They continue to exchange elbows to the head."

Fulton"Meanwhile The Oblivion Death Squad reaches the mine with what looks like a couple of dead Dark Stars, who are really cut up and their heads and faces are covered with dirt and blood. They cut the ropes and drag them into the mine where there are ore cars lined up on their tracks."

Tucker: "Mormo and Moloch dump them into the ore cars and get into them. How they can fit themselves into those ore cars with The Dark Stars is a miracle. They release the levers and there goes the ore cars. Now the piano is playing 'My Darling Clementine.'"

Fulton"Oh god make it stop! The OBS doesn't realize The Dark Stars just broke their bonds and are choking Mormo and Moloch. The ore cars are rocking back and forth on those old rusty rickety tracks. Moloch and Mormo sees pick axes and they start swinging them at Niko and Kono."

Tucker: "The Dark Stars grab their weapons and start dueling with The OBS. All four are grappling for an advantage just like old western heroes and villains in those old movies and television shows."

Fulton"Oh yeah pardner just like those cowboys, cowgirls, desperados and cantina girls literally brawling in those ore cars just like in those old westerns."

Tucker: "They never did that in ore cars. They seem to be heading deeper into the mine. They continue to duel with those weapons not realizing that the mine has a deep drop off and all four go flying out of the ore cars. They drop fifty meters down into the mine and onto a pile of ore."

Fulton"All four are dead and soon their valets will be joining them in the grave too....What the hell! How can The Dark Stars still be alive after that fall. Hell The Oblivion Death Squad should be dead too but they both seem to be stirring."

Tucker: "The Dark Stars are wearing their futuristic gladiator armor that seems to be both protecting and broken their fall. The OBS seem to be suddenly confused as if they lost some kind of connection with Sinclair Godfrey."

Fulton"The Dark Stars seem to be more focused and coordinated. They grew up together and they trained together as gladiators and have that brotherhood bonding but so did The OBS and yet they suddenly look confused."

Tucker: "They seem to be looking for something and find it but whatever those things are seem to be broken. Usually they depended on Sinclair Godfrey to guide them but she and Commandrix are in a war of their own."

Fulton"All six are in a war and one side looks like their going to be dead by the time this is over. Niko is in the mine elevator with Moloch and bth continue to pummel each other in that closed space. They both seem to be determined to bleed the other to death."

Tucker: "All six seem to want to bleed to a bloodbath and that's what they seem to be giving each other. Kono is battling Mormo and both fall off the edge into the pit of what looks like all kinds of rocks and dust. They both look trapped in that pit."

Fulton"Oh excuse me these are The Dark Stars we're talking about. Kono looks like he's going to climb out and he's insane if he thinks he can climb over a hundred feet back to the top. Kono can't climb up all jagged rock and loose soil since he'll fall back into that pit."
Tucker: "Apparently Kono isn't afraid to do something crazy for a victory. He's making fast time at the same time Niko and Moloch continue to beat each other up in that small elevator. The cables holding that elevator are practically shaking and swaying."

Fulton"Okay these two are going to be dead at the end of this match. On the outside or shall we say The Great Barrier Reef. Commandrix and Sinclair Godfrey continue their brawl. They continue to exchange headbutts and both are bloodied and they look spent."

Tucker: "They still won't give any quarter or ground. Sinclair lifts and powerslams Commandrix and both keep a death grip on each other as they scrap in the sand. These two are deadly serious in destroying the other jus like their teams are doing."

Fulton"That's an understatement. They get up still scrapping and now they disappear in a flash of light."

Tucker: "They seem to have reappeared in some kind of jungle and are rolling down a hill towards a Maori village near the beach."

Fulton"Are you kidding me. How the hell did they get there."

Tucker: "You forget that Commandrix has a high tech wristband. They continue to battle their way towards the Maori village. Sinclair finds a branch and jams it into Commandrix's mid-section and goes behind and places that branch to her throat and she starts strangling her."

Fulton"Commandrix slowly makes her way back to her feet and grips the branch and flips her over her back. They grapple with the tree branch as they continue making their way to a group of Maori fishermen pulling their haul to shore. They seemed to have stopped to watch the two women brawl on the beach."

Jeemy Tucker: "They seem to be roaring and cheering mixed with chants urging both Sinclair and Commandrix on. Sinclair delivers a series of stiff chops and Commandrix counters with some of her own. Sinclair is about to unleash a flying Superman punch but Commandrix executes a leaping flying knee strike sending them both into the water."

Fulton"Somehow they get back to their feet and Commandrix sees a fin coming towards them. Someone's going to be killed in th ocean and it's not going to be any of the villagers. I wonder if they were cheering on the shark."

Tucker: "I think they are. Commandrix grabs the shark by the tail and she lifts and starts spinning it around and throws it at Sinclair Godfrey. The shark hits her and both go down into the water and the shark swims away as the villagers cheer. A few years ago Kono of The Dark Stars tried to throw a live shark into a group of wrestlers at an AWF event held on the beach for the Around The Clock Championship."

Fulton"Sinclair scared the shark off proving that sharks fear her and they better not mess with 'The Baroness.' Imagine The Dark Stars were willing to endanger wrestlers lives to get a victory for a championship. Sinclair just unleashed her black mist but Commandrix ducks out of the way and pears her back onto the beach."

Tucker: "Commandrix just DDT'd Sinclair before getting up. She waits for her to get up and sets 'The Baroness' up for an RKO."

Fulton"Commandrix just threw Sinclair Godfrey back into the water yelling and bellowing victoriously in the Maori language. She must have gotten Psychotic Goth syndrome. Commandrix leaves the bloodied victor in this wild beach brawl."

Tucker: "It was quite wild. Meanwhile in the mine Kono is out of that pit and leaps onto that elevators roof and grabs the cables to steady that swinging elevator. Niko and Moloch continue to brawl which is further straining the cables of the elevator. Kono strains to hold the cables steady but it's obvious to no avail."

Fulton"Moloch pulls the mine's elevator lever....Okay prepare for the big splat if Mormo is in the way of that thing. The elevator crashes and that thing just disintegrates on impact. Is there any survivors in that crash."

Tucker: "It seems The Dark Stars survived and Mormo seems to have survived that crash too. Niko and Kono are back on their feet and they pick up The OBS and bodyslam both members. Kono positions Mormo and Niko matrix runs up the wall and executes The Star Killer."

Fulton"The Dark Stars aren't through yet. They jump into the pit where Moloch is and they set him up for The Star Killer and hits it before leaving that pit. They spot what looks like a smaller pit and Niko drags Moloch to that pit and dumps him into that pit. Kono dives into the pit and pins Mormo for the victory."

Tucker: "The Dark Stars roar in victory and the echoes seem to be resounding everywhere in that mine. Dust and rocks reign down as the walls and supports shake as they tap some buttons and disappear and reappear walking out of the mine."

Fulton"Reunited with Commandrix who literally went trough hell from this hell of an old mining ghost town to the Great Barrier Reef. Then ending in the New Zealand jungle and a Moari village beach and a shark throwing contest."

Frank Salazar:"Your winners at 2hours and 30minutes The Dark Stars and Commandrix."

Tucker: "Well another chapter ongoing bloody war between The Dark Stars and Commandrix and The Oblivion Death Squad and Sinclair Godfrey. What happens after this is anyone's guess but right now we have to take a break but we'll return with more Legacy #6 after these messages."

Fulton"Yeah and I'm out of here with my great big sack of booze and maybe some of them thar gold and silver coins."

(Andrew Fulton leaves with Jeremy Tucker shaking his head mystified as the piano starts playing "Ghostbusters" and other ghostly refrains as credits with all the individuals involved in the match roll upwards before the words "The End" appear. The piano stops and after a moment of silence a scary ghostly laugh is heard as the scene slowly fades to black.)

[Mr. Blood]

Segment

Donzig: It is so hard to find good help in this day and age.

Donzig sighed as he stared up at the screen, shaking his masked head as he leaned back against the massive grey flank of the baby elephant. The Indian Assassins burst into the room, looking at him with wide eyes.

Rhajiv: Donzig! Did you see it?

Donzig: Oh, I saw something, alright. I wonder if Sinclair can swim.

Rhajiv: No! Someone beat up Eddie D!

Mohammad: They sent him to the hospital in an ambulance!

Donzig hissed, and he lifted a hand to drag across his mask before he turned to stare at the elephant. Sabu looked back, giving an odd little toot before his trunk wrapped around Donzig’s shoulder.

Rhajiv: Not now, Sabu!

Donzig: Why? He asks a good question, who would attack Eddie D? Also he wants to be called Ganapati now, Sabu is his Government name.

Mohammad: You expect us to believe you speak elephant?

The pair laughed, and then froze as Donzig rose to his feet. The empty eyes of the mask staring at him, and a hand lifted to drag across the narrow slits of the mask’s mouth. They stepped back, and Donzig waved a hand as the elephant rose.

Rhajiv: They say it was you.

Donzig: Oh, do they?

A phone started to ring, and Donzig stared at it before he shoved it back into his coat.

Donzig: I am not answering the Usurper now.

Segment

The cameras pan into a smoky back room where “The High Roller” Wesley Crane is seated playing dice with the Preacher Man and Sister Jezebel from Purge, and “Sweet Baby” Ken Howard. By the sheer piles of chips around Crane, it appears as if he has been winning big throughout the evening’s festivities.

Howard: Aw man guys, who would have ever guessed we see this! Its like the set up of a bad joke…a Barbie Doll, a gambler, and two wicked cult members walk into a dice game and…”

Crane rolls four sixes and snickers to himself.

Crane:...No joke here, bro. Four pair means you lose. Fork over the chips.

Next the Preacher Man rolls his dice, a look of confidence drops to stern disappointment. He lets out a low hiss.

Preacher Man: Snake-eyes!

As the dark cult leader exclaims, Jakie Wentzel walks into the room. His gaze is laser-focused on the dice table.

Wentzel: What the world is going on here? Don’t yah know gambling is a sin?”

Crane looks up at Wentzel and lowers his glasses. A cool, cocky smirk emerges from his face, further infuriating the large Amishman.

Before Crane can say a word, Wentzel upends the table in a single harsh motion.

Wentzel: Unholy gatherings abound here…get out off this house off sport before I stick my boots up yer rear ends, naw onst!

In a fury, Wentzel throws a large barrel of beer that was used for concessions at the camera, cutting
off the feed.

Segment

Fade in to a pair of “local talent” wrestlers. An infographic says that they are “The Local Talent”, two masked but otherwise very generic looking wrestlers, and they look apprehensive despite the masks as some death metal begins playing. The song is called “The South is Rising” by Sign of the Southern Cross. SotSC is very much a Pantera tribute band.

The Brothers Gluck walk out of the back, Daeriq Damien and Kirsty McKinney behind them.. Carlton is powerwalking. Chapps is jumping around. He starts to bolt to the ring, but Carlton grabs a handful of Chapps’ caveman hair and holds him back. As they reach ringside he lets go, and Chapps slides into the ring and into a double stomping from the local talent.

It doesn’t faze him, and he gets to his feet, shoves LT1 across the ring and hoists LT2 overhead into a belly to belly suplex. LT2 stumbles to his feet into the corner. Chapps leaps with a jumping corner chest press, then hooks the head and arm to suplex him out of the corner. He stands over the young wrestler, then jumps, stomps the mat and yells ‘boo’. When the youngster covers up, Chapps guffaws and tags out to Carlton.

Carlton picks LT2 up with one hand and piefaces him head over heels and into his own corner. LT1 reluctantly makes the tag and cautiously approaches Carlton, asking for a lockup. Carlton surprisingly accepts the lockup, and more surprisingly given his size and girth, quickly executes a go-behind, hoists him up with one arm, and turns it into some kind of swinging spinning back suplex! He picks the kid up and this time hits a snap german suplex. LT1 ends up sitting in the corner. Carlton tags out to Chapps, who jumps into the ring. Carlton then climbs on Chapps’ back, and despite Carlton’s almost 300 lbs, Chapps is able to run across the ring, do a jumping somersault with Carlton on his back, and squash LT1 in the corner with both their weight!

Jeremy Tucker: Welcome to the W:UK fans, and we join you with this unadvertised opening match! Daeriq Damien insisted on a booking for The Brothers Gluck, and the move you just saw them execute, they call the Gluck Truck!

Chapps grabs LT1 by the ankle, finds him limp, changes gears and throws LT2 into the ring.

Arthur Torchwood: Mr. Blood found the opponents on short notice, and with no particular offense meant, they’re showing it. They haven’t been able to handle either the power or the technical skill of the Glucks.

Carlton climbs into the ring and ignoring the ref, puts LT2 on his shoulders. Chapps climbs to the top rope and leaps, hitting a frankensteiner off Carlton’s shoulders onto LT2! LT2 takes the long fall and doesn’t move. Chapps turns back on LT1, and puts him in an inverted wheelbarrow as Carlton ponderously climbs to the top rope - and comes off with a big splash on the elevated LT1!

Tucker: They don’t even have a name for it as a double team, but Carlton calls that flying splash the Biggest Splash!

Fulton It’s impressive to see a man that size take to the air, but if you ask me, it’s the smaller brother who’s the more impressive!

Chapps puts one foot on Carlton’s back as the ref, deciding it’s better to end the massacre than be a stickler for the rules, counts the three.

As the bell rings and the fans boo, Daeriq Damien enters the ring (Kirsty McKinney sits on the middle rope to make it easier for him. He pushes the ref aside and raises the Glucks’ hands, albeit awkwardly with his bad arm.

Tucker: This wasn’t much more than a chance for showing the Glucks off, but against local talent at least, they were impressive. We’ll be right back fans!

Match: Jakie Wentzel vs. Chris Gibson

The W:UK faithful were looking forward to this next contest for a variety of reasons. Both men have been outspoken since they inked their deal, and both seem to have common enemies in the form of The Bastards. Both claim to have history with the Trio - and have both called this respective shots. Opportunities are at a premium within the promotion, so this contest would definitely elevate the winner to greener pastures.

Gibson has been shooting off his mouth at every turn, looking to turn heads.

Wentzel has been shooting off his mouth as well - except, nobody can understand what he's saying. So? We just hope that his action do enough of the translating for us.

The referee called for the bell, and both men dove in for a collar and elbow tie-up.

Let's Go Gibson!

Let's Go Wentzel!

The crowd in attendance was split. Wenztel looked to be out in front early as he pushed Gibson back into the corner and lit him up with some stiff knife edge chops!

WOOO!!!
WOOO!!!

Gibson tried to fight back, but Wentzel dodge his attack and used a judo throw of sorts to take Gibson to the mat while he was off-balance. Wezntel fell right into a side headlock, and started to wrench on the neck of his foe.

Wentzel takes Gibson over and applies more pressure to the neck and shoulders of Gibson. Wentzel gets an arm free and reigns down elbows from the top which forces Gibson to scramble to the ropes to avoid having his forehead split open. Gibson earns the break - then looks up to Wentzel who's not giving him any room and he seems ready to apply more pressure. The referee stands in between both of them to make sure Gibson has time to get himself in better position.

CRACK!

Gibson roars upwards and catches Jakie with a nasty european uppercut that jacks his jaw. Gibson pushes forward snd follows it up with a fury of strikes before backing Jakie into the corner. Jackie smiled, as this was turning into his kind of fight. Jackie tossed his own skull forward and cracked Gibson across the bridges of the nose. Water filled his eyes, and blood dripped from his nose.

FRONT POWERSLAM!

Jakie took Gibson down hard with a nasty slam that shook the ring. Jakie followed it up by hitting the ropes and dropped a big leg across Gibson's sternum.

Jakie smiled wickedly, enjoying his onslaught. Gibson was struggling to find himself, as Wentzel's blows were hard and heavy.

The crowd started to stir. Those in the front stood up, and diverted their attention away from the action inside of the ring. What was happening?

[...]

"The High Roller" Wesley Crane!!

WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!?!?

Inside of the ring, Wentzel and Gibson were jockeying for position inside of the ring, with Gibson looking to clear the cobwebs. At this point, the fans are lost in the presence of Wrestle:UK's latest signee. Wesley Crane has been outspoken and unapologetic in regards to his intentions and the 'lifestyle' that he lives.

Crane walks slowly towards the ring and looks into the crowd with each step - perhaps looking to locate an attractive woman. A few 20 somethings in the middle of the crowd are holding up 'High Roller' signs to which Crane greets them with a wink.

Inside the ring - Gibson had found a way to take Jakie's back and took him over with a german suplex, but Wentzel's leg was draped over the bottom rope. The referee calls for a rope break, as Wentzel is able to get his leg under the bottom rope.

Meanwhile, Wesley Crane has made his way to the front row, and a total knockout reaches over the guardrail, touches his bicep and gushes. Crane tells her to wait right there.

Inside of the ring, Gibson Irish-Whips Wentzel into the ropes, but the referee gets in the way and takes a nasty bump to the outside of the ring.

GASP!

Crane is up on the apron!

Gibson smirks, and invites Crane into the ring. Are these two working together? Or is Gibson looking to take the W:UK newcomer on head on?

The referee has his back turned, as he's counting Wentzel on the outside.

We didn't have to wait very long.

SPEAR!!

Crane flattens Gibson with a massive spear, wiping him right out!

OH-EM-GEE!
OH-EM-GEE!

Crane slides out of the ring, acting as if he had nothing to do with what has just happened. Jakie and the referee are none the wiser. Meanwhile, Gibson really took the spear head on and his holding the back of his head as well as his ribs from the impact.

Wentzel comes to, looks up and slides into the ring, which stops the referee's count.

The referee looks round to see Gibson coming to, he's about to mention something in regards to Wesley Crane's involvement - but before he can...

RUNNING BULLDOG!!

Jakie drove Gibson heard first to the mat with as much force as he could muster! Jakie then spotted Crane at ringside, and pointed to him. Crane begged off like he was just an observer - then pointed to the young babe he was pursuing and flexed, which seemed to work as Jakie put two and two together and assumed Crane was being honest.

Gibson is getting back to his feet...

WRATH GOF GOD!!

He's got his fingers inside Gibson's mouth and applying immense pressure! It's rumoured that Wentzel's grip is akin to the force that a golden eagle can exert with it's talons. Either way, Gibson was struggling and fading. The referee was in position....

DING DING DING!!

Gibson passed out, and the referee counted him down.

Here is your Winner: Jakie Wentzel (7:12) via Wrath of God!

What The...

WHACK!!

"IN THE FACE!!!"

A running knee from Crane catches Wentzel flush in the jaw and knocks him OUT COLD!

You can't defend what you don't see coming.

RAAAAAAHH!!!

THE CROWD IS LOVING THIS.

HIGH ROLLER!

HIGH ROLLER!

HIGH ROLLER!

Crane soaks it all in, before deciding that his work here is done. Crane exits the ring, and drops down off of the apron and walks right up to the attractive female fan in the front row. Crane waves her over the guardrail and tells security that it's 'OK'.

The security guards look at each other, and allow it to transpire. Before long, Wesley Crane has found his conquest for the evening and he did so right after disposing of two of W:UK's finest in one shot.

Our scene fades as Wesley Crane and the attractive fan disappear behind the curtain.

Wentzel picked up a key victory, while Wesley Crane showed the W:UK universe what he's all about. Something tells me that these two are bound to meet down the road under different circumstances.

[Cut.]

Segment

(Psychotic Goth and Vampira are in their locker room reading from the book of spells and their Imp servant Impai enters through a keyhole growing back to his usual size.)

Impai: "Master I have heard what Rob Riot just said about you."

(Psychotic Goth stops reading and closes the book of spells.)

Psychotic Goth: "What has he said that hasn't been already said."

Impai: "He mocked your dialect and challenged to translate it."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "Rob Riot is an idiot to think he can get into my head. He believes in that deluded over sized ego that he can actually get to me and thinks he can get away with it. Let him keep talking until that sunburned head keeps cooking his brain until it's completely fried beyond usefulness."

(He roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Rob Riot translate what I just said and see if you can get it right. Then again do not bother since you can't translate it anyway. You don't know even if I actually told you what it means. So don't bother trying to laughably mock me since it will never work."

Impai: "What about Takara Matsui since you issued a challenge to him."

Psychotic Goth: "I already have someone in mind as a tag team partner if that occurs."

(Breathing is heard out of camera range and all three turn around.)

Impai: "Who is that?"

Psychotic Goth: "All in due time my loyal servant. All in due time but right now Donzig, Eddie D. and myself have business in the ring with The Bastards."

Impai: "You think Takara will want revenge since he's going to be here."

Psychotic Goth: "If he tries his punishment will be much worse than the last time and that includes whoever is with him including his partner or Wormwood."

Vampira: "Here are your weapons for The Bastards."

Psychotic Goth: "They shall be enjoying the gifts I shall unleash on them and they shall be welcoming their end. Let us go and join our partners in battle to wipe out these Bastards and put them in their places. They shall all burn in hell worse than Rob Riot's sun drenched visit to The Outback."

(Psychotic Goth and Vampira leave and Impai just looks at the out of camera range figure and shrugs as the scene slowly fades to black.)

Segment

We cut to the back where a clearly furious Mister Blood is sitting at a desk, and he nods at his assistant before he looks through some papers. Then he sits it aside, and stares at the camera.

Blood: In light of this attack on Eddie D, I have decided I have no choice but to replace him in tonight’s main event with another SWAT legend! A man who once almost bought that company, and that man is ARMAND VON KRAUSS!

Blood smiles as the crowd pops, and then he continues.

Blood: And Donzig I will bring the people who attacked Eddie D to justice.

Match: Julianna DiMaria vs. Kirsty Mascara

‘Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you

Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one
That needs to know…

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, hailing from Los Angeles! She is Kirsty Mascara!

The fans give a mixed reaction, as the newcomer to the W:UK Kirsty Mascara walks from the back, she throws a grin at the crowd before finally rolling under the ropes. She comes to her feet, walking across the ring before turning to watch the ramp with a slightly unhinged smile as her head tilts to the side.

Tucker: The slightly disturbed and unhinged Kirsty Mascara has alot of buzz coming into this match.

Fulton Well, you know the cute ones are always a little crazy.

Tucker: She’s a lesbian.

Fulton Ah, easy come, easy go.

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….

Frank Salazar: And her opponent from San Franciso, California! Julianna DiMaria!

The fans are on their feet for the one and only Julianna DiMaria who shakes her head at the ring, not seeming at all impressed with Mascara as she checks the tape on her wrists. She shakes her head, climbing the ring stairs before stepping between the ropes. She glares at the still watching Mascara before turning to throw a fist the crowd.

Tucker: Hot off her victory last week over Gibson, and Howard, Julianna is taking the W:UK by storm!

Fulton It was an impressive win to say the least, but did she really need to call Gibson a limp dick?

DiMaria walks across the ring, pushing past the referee to get in the face of the still grinning Mascara. And she is clearly not amused, talking trash before she shoves her back. Mascara shoves her back as well, and DiMaria steps close again getting nose to nose before she shoves her once more.

Mascara hits the ropes, coming off with a few wild swings before DiMaria starts firing back punches off her own. The fans going wild!

Fulton They are wasting no time in getting things under way here in Sydney!

Tucker: With the Battle of Britain on the horizon the Superstars of the W:UK are wasting no time in making a name for themselves!

DiMaria gets the upperhand, and throws Kirsty at the ropes but Mascara reverses! Julianna hits the ropes, and comes off with a crossbody that Mascara narrowly avoids before hitting a spin kick on the rebound!

The fans cheer as she flashes a wild grin at the down DiMaria before making the cover.

1…

DiMaria kicks out!

Tucker: Rapid exchange of blows here in the early going with a quick pin attempt!

Fulton No one wants to get paid by the hour, Jeremy!

DiMaria is back on her feet, and reverses to toss Mascara at the ropes.

Fulton Great ring awareness by Julianna DiMaria!

The fans jeer as she hits the crossbody, and makes the cover!

1…

2…

Tucker: Mascara kicks out!

DiMaria shakes her head, grabbing Mascara by the hair to drag her back to her feet before firing off a few punches. And then she hits the swinging neckbreaker! Mascara is down, and DiMaria goes for the Standing Moonsault to put it away!

But Mascara escapes at the last minute, and DiMaria crashes down on the mat! She comes to her knees, and Kirsty Mascara darts in, nailing the DDT! The fans pop, and cover!

1…
2….

Tucker: Foot on the ropes!

The ref holds up two fingers, and Mascara shakes her head angrily before tearing at her hair. Then she stands up, stalking back and forth before she starts raining kicks and stomps on the rising DiMaria. A scream, and she turns back to DiMaria who wastes no time in a sudden roll up!

Fulton Is this Japan? Is this JROK?

Tucker: Is that you Andrew Fulton? Is this me?

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

The fans are cheering as Mascara rolls to her feet, shaking her head before flashing a crazy smile. DiMaria shrugs, smirking as she motions for her opponent to bring it! The pair lock up, pushing back and forth before DiMaria is slowly pushed back towards the corner.

Tucker: Kirsty Mascara pushing her towards the corner with ill intent!

Fulton No doubt!

Mascara breaks the hold with a knee, and the fans jeer as she cracks her head into the face of DiMaria! Blood flows, and Mascara smirks before she drags her from the corner going for the Tornado DDT! But DiMaria darts in, hitting the rope to send Mascara to barely land on the apron!

Tucker: Julianna DiMaria barely dodged disaster on that one!

Fulton Mascara is on the apron, is she laughing?

Indeed, she was! She grabs for DiMaria but is cracked across the face with an elbow, and then she is grabbed to be ran head first into the turnbuckle! The fans explode, and Mascara topples coming back to her feet with blood dripping down her face.

The ref waves his hands at DiMaria but she runs back, and dives over the ropes to crash down on Kirsty Mascara! The fans in Sydney are on their feet as both women come to their feet, and they start trading blows on the outside!

The ref starts a count!

Fulton Both women in danger of a count out!

Tucker: Indeed, they are just going for blood now it looks like!

Fulton Never had count outs back in the SWAT days, Tucker!
Tucker: No, we did not.

DiMaria slams Mascara’s head off the apron a few times, and rolls inside to break the count! Then she is back on the outside, and throws a few punches before whipping her at the ringstairs! Mascara leaps, landing on the stairs before spinning around to hit the Hurricarana!

The ref holds up five fingers, and Mascara mocks him before grabbing a fist full of blonde hair. She drags her forward, but DiMaria flares back to life and hits the Forward Russian Legsweep! The place explodes, and Mascara is down as DiMaria dives for the ring at eight!

She dives inside, and Mascara crawls forward with a shake of her bloody head before she dives for the ropes as well barely making it inside before the ten! The fans are on their feet!

DiMaria nails a Shining Wizard as Mascara starts to rise, and the fans groan as Mascara drops to the mat. But Julianna DiMaria is not done, and grabs her arm to wrench her away from the ropes as she locks on Mercedes Bendz!

Tucker: Oh, no! It could be over right here, Mascara grabbing for the ropes as DiMaria is arching and bouncing to apply more pressure!

Fulton Bloodied and battered, Kirsty is not tapping!

Mascara is trying to get a foot on the ropes or escape, but her arm is hyper-extended as it is wrenched back again! And her hand falls rapidly, tapping as the ref yells for DiMaria to break the hold!

Mascara taps again, howling as her arm is wrenched a few more times as she taps again! The ref finally pulling her away.

Frank Salazar: Your winner by submission , Julianna DiMaria!

DiMaria is furious, shoving aside the ref as she grabs for Mascara who rolls from the ring cradling her arm. A few medics run from the back, and DiMaria is fuming as the ref tries to pull her back from the ropes.



Tucker: It’s the W:UK Commonwealth Champion, Eron Hunter!
Fulton What is he doing in the Impact Zone?

Hunter walks out of the back, staring at the ring before his gaze drifts to Mascara. He looks thoughtful before he points at DiMaria.. The fans are on their feet, and he points at hee before he uses his other hand to lift the Commonwealth Title!

The fans are going wild, and Hunter shrugs as he drops the belt back to his shoulder before he heads for the back.

Tucker: The Commonwealth Champion, Eron Hunter laying down a challenge tonight in Sydney! At Halifax it will be DiMaria vs. Hunter for the Commonwealth title!

Fulton If Hunter can get past Ronnie Long you mean!

Segment

Frank Wormwood stands beside Katie Moss, rubbing his hands together as he leans up whispering to the scowling Takaru Matsui. The Red Slayer’s arms are crossed over his chest, and he tilts his head before flipping back his black hair. Wormwood waves his pudgy hands, and then Katie Moss turns to him.

Katie Moss: Takaru, you requested this time to speak to the W:UK.

Frank grabbed at his arm, but Matsui waved him off before he leaned.

Takaru: Psychotic Goth, you want to go one on one with the Red Slayer? I will see you at Halifax!

The fans in the arena went wild, cheering as Wormwood threw up his hands angrily. Then Katie Moss stared at the camera, and the pair stalked off without another word. Moss watched them go, then blinked at the camera.

Katie Moss: Another blockbuster match added to Legacy at Halifax, The Red Slayer will go one on one with the Dragon of W:UK!

[Mr. Blood]

Segment

Suddenly the arena goes dark as the guitar riffs of “Domino the Destitute” by Coheed and Cambria echo through the crowd. Logos for “The Mennonite Mangler” Jakie Wentzel flash on the screen as Wentzel enters with a microphone standing at the entrance ramp.

Wentzel: Thank ye, land off tha ‘Down Under.’ I know I am not what ye are used tah. I don’t believe any off my people haff ever lived this far away from tha USA.

The crowd cheers in respect, riding the bandwagon of winning his match of the evening.

Wentzel: Calm down, onst! I haff something tah say! Naw, I am a truthful man…when I make a promise, I make every attempt tah keep it. I can’t help tha teachin’ off mah faith.

So when I said I was gonna teach ol’ Erebus a lesson in ass-whoopin’, I sure shootin’ sent his ass back tah whatever hell pit he came from. It was a shame Mr. Blood even let his lousy ass into this ring.

He spits on the ground, and sneers to himself.

Wentzel: A disgrace tah tha human race…good riddance Herr Gibson. But that’s not tha reason I am speakin’ tah y’all here tonight. I haff more than proven my point on Chris Gibson, yah bist me? It is tha preacher and harlot known as Purge I want tah speak a few words tah yah about, onst.

I’ve seen yer ilk before, false prophet. Tha good book tells off yah right here in tha back…you are nothin’ but tha AntiChrist. But my book tells me what becomes off yah as well, ant I’ll let yah in on a secret…yer ass is gettin tossed into the hell pit with that no good piece off shit Chris Gibson. Oh, yah think yah got us all fooled but I’ve seen it already…Since you ant yer whore crawled into this fed you haff taken a nest off vipers ant turned it into tha very gates off hell! My kin in tha W:UK smoking, ant drinkin’ ant playin’ tha devil’s dice. It is too much tah bear.

Wentzel's icy stare flood with yet more rage and a religious fire that turns the audience cold.

Wentzel: Ant tah put tha final drop off syrup on tha scrapple, onst, you haff corrupted tha mind off a new recruit. Herr Crane, mind tha company yah keep…ant stay out off my business. Tha first strike was that putrid game off devil’s dice. If I see that kind off debauchery again in this promotion from yer pig-fuckin’ rear ent. I will be throwin’ you into tha cameras instead off a barrel off ale.

But then came strike two, onst. Naw, you ain’t just attacking tha Lort but yah thought you could put one over on Jakie Wentzel. Thought you could score points attacking me in my moment of glory, yah bist? Let me tell yah one thing true…it’s gonna be hard tah roll dice with two broken arms, Herr “Hellbound Roller” Wesley Crane. Come at me again, naw, ant I will make it so with tha fury ant judgement off tha Lort on high, tha Lort “The Mennonite Mangler” ant tha ShadowMan…tha Lort that may just show yah mercy if yah come down in front off all tha people watchin’ ant repent yer associations with tha ANTICHRIST Preacher Man.

Wentzel points his brass-knuckled finger out at the ring, challenging all who dare cross his path.

Wentzel: Hear me out, naw, Purge, cause I am only gonna tell yah onst ant done. This unholy behavior…this corruption off our kinfolk at W:UK will ent naw, before I tar ant feather you ant yer clown whore in front off all tha nice folks here. There is only room for tha Order, ant tha time of retribution is near. It’s time tah tear down this temple off thieves once ant fer all, for tha glory off every faithful eye in this arena.

The now pumped up crowd cheers at Jakie’s accusations as he drops to his knees, eyes to the heavens.

Wentzel: Thy…will…be…DONE!

Match: Eron Hunter vs. Ronnie Long

Commonwealth Championship Match

“Mind the gap. Mind the gap”

The morose sound of “Somewhere in London” by Godsmack virtually drips from the PA system.

Tucker: Welcome back fans! We know what that music means, and that means it’s Commonwealth Championship Title Defense Time! Take it away, Frank!

Salazar: The following contest is for the Wrestling United Kingdom Commonwealth Championship! It is set for one fall, with no time limit! Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from LaFayette, Georgia, weighing in at 254 lbs! Accompanied to the ring by Daeriq Damien and Kirsty McKinney! He is RONNIE… LLLLLLLLOOOOONNNNNGGG!!!

Daeriq Damien, in another one of his cornea-searing suits, and Kirsty McKinney, in her trademark hoodie and jogging shorts, step out onto the ramp. And in between them is Ronnie Long. Head down, hair in face, he plods his way to the ring, ignoring the fans. He uses the ropes to pull himself up onto the ring apron. On the apron he doffs his leather vest and then enters the ring, slouching back into the corner.

Salazar: And his opponent!

A wolf howls. Godsmack is replaced by the tender, almost ethereal piano notes of “Howl Trance” by Long Walk Home.

Salazar: Hailing from Sicily, Italy, and weighing in at two hundred pounds even! He is the reigning Commonwealth Champion! This! Is! ERONNN… HUNNNNNNTTTEEERRR!!!

Eron Hunter appears at the top of the ramp, the Commonwealth Championship Belt over his shoulder. He looks out over the fans, and then heads down to the ring.

The referee steps in front of Long as Hunter enters the ring, and raises the belt overhead as the fans cheer. Hunter hands the belt to the ref, who steps away from Long and calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Hunter circles Long cautiously as Long stands impassively.

Tucker: Break this one down for the fans, Arthur. Who’ve you got?

Fulton Well Jeremy, in a non-title match, I’m happy to admit I’d go with Long. These are both fantastically talented wrestlers, but Long is known for having good counter-cruiserweight offense, and there’s enough of a size difference that Hunter is going to struggle to get Long up for suplexes.

The two men lock up. Hunter quickly slips through the grapple and delivers a rear single leg takedown. He hooks a half nelson, but can’t turn Long.

Fulton I’m not saying Hunter doesn’t have the tools to defeat Long, but here’s where I see the difference between the two - Hunter is going to have to modify his standard style, and Long’s standard style is going to be perfectly effective against Hunter.

Long forces his way to his feet and throws an elbow. Hunter ducks and delivers a dropkick to the chest. It knocks Long back a couple steps, but not all the way down.

Fulton That being said, Long is going to have to win this one clean, and when you have two bodies in your corner at all times like he does, it’s easy to become reliant on outside interference and distractions. I don’t have a problem with taking a shortcut at a critical moment, mind you, but relying on shortcuts is a good way to handicap yourself long term.

Long moves in with a telegraphed toe kick. Hunter catches it and steps over the leg to deliver a wheel kick. Again Long is only knocked backwards, not all the way down. Hunter cartwheels and slams a foot into Long’s head, finally dropping the bigger man! As Long struggles to get up quickly, a quick step-up knee sends him sprawling and rolling out of the ring. Long drops to one knee in front of his cornerpeople while Damien argues with the referee and McKinney glares at Hunter. The ref backs Hunter away from the ropes so Long can enter the ring again. Again, Long rushes the smaller wrestler, and this time Hunter sidesteps his charge and cracks him in the head with an enzuigiri. Long falls to one knee, and a dropkick knocks him the rest of the way down and back into the ropes.

Tucker: Well, this is exactly what Hunter needs to do. Make the big man come to him, keep whittling away at him with strikes, don’t get in close, and no matter what don’t try to go toe to toe with him.

Fulton And something Hunter has picked up on is that with Long being a counter-wrestler, forcing him to attack first denies him one of his favorite strategies.

Long rolls from the ring again but this time lands on his feet. Damien puts an arm on Long’s shoulder and starts whispering to him. Long isn’t paying attention as Hunter runs to the ropes, leaps - and McKinney pulls Damien aside as Long turns and catches Hunter out of midair! Holding Hunter in his arms, Long rams him back first into the ring post, then scoop slams him onto the ring apron. Long rolls into the ring, leaving Hunter on the apron. He then vaults the ropes, elbow dropping Hunter on his way down to the floor! Hunter rolls into the ring clutching his neck as Long rolls back in. A quick cover - with his feet on the second rope!

ONE… TWO…the ref catches it!

Damien pounds on the ring apron, telling the ref to just count next time as Long throttles Hunter with both hands, lifts him straight into the air, tosses him into the corner and then chops him head over heels as he bounces out.

Tucker: It’s disappointing to see Long wrestle like this. If he was in the form he was in during the first part of his NPW run, he wouldn’t be relying on outside assistance.

Long clubs at Hunter on the mat. He pulls him to a seated position and hits a few crossface clubs. He then pulls Hunter to his feet and delivers a stalling vertical suplex, floating over into a cover.

ONE… TWO… KICKOUT!

Angrily, Long pulls Hunter up to his feet and backs him into the ropes. A pair of knife edge chops connect, and Long sends Hunter running with an Irish whip. Hunter bounces back - floats out the back of a scoop! Alternating roundhouse kicks to the kidneys connect, and bring Long’s hands down to protect them - and this allows Hunter to get in close, overhook Long’s arms, and get him up and over for a tiger suplex!

ONE… TWO… KICKOUT!

Tucker: Hunter firing back with some great martial arts strikes. Arthur I feel like we’ve been underselling how very good Eron Hunter is. He was a dominant Double Crown champion back in NPW, he’s been undefeated here so far in W:UK, the inaugural Commonwealth Champion. He does so many things so well that no matter what he’s faced with, he has a way to effectively break an opponent’s guard and do damage.

As Long gets up with a low guard against roundhouse kicks, Hunter switches it up with a sole butt that sends Long stumbling back into the ropes. He tries an Irish whip - the bigger man plants his feet and won’t go. Hunter throws another body roundhouse to stun him, then hits the Irish whip. Long rebounds, Hunter jumps to the second rope - moonsault cross body!

ONE… TWO… THREEKICKOUT!

Fulton A two point nine there, but Hunter needs to be careful about how often he goes to the well against Long.

Hunter steps out to the ring apron and stamps.

Tucker: Looks like he’s setting up for the Rising Star Lariat.

Fulton If it were me I’d be looking for the Suplex rather than the Lariat against someone who’s known for durability, but let’s see what Hunter makes of this.

As Long stands, Hunter springboards… and Long ducks!

Hunter sees the duck coming, tucks and rolls. He rises to his feet to hit the far ropes, as Long rushes after him…

THWAACK!

Tucker: Western Lariat! Long just crumpled Hunter with that one! They’re near the ropes, but Long cradles the far leg!

ONE… TWO… THREE HUNTER HAS HIS ARM ON THE ROPES!

Fulton That - was that a rope break? Did Hunter reach the ropes before three?

Tucker: That’s a photo finish, he grabbed the rope RIGHT AT the three count. Long’s looking to the ref for the call. And he says it’s two! This match is still going!

Fulton Daeriq Damien is outraged, and rightfully so!

Indeed, Damien’s shouting on the outside is genuine indignation, not normal heel manager posturing. Even McKinney gets in on the shouting at the ref action.

Ironically, the disruption has distracted Long and given Hunter a bit more time to recover than he would have had Long just gotten right back to it. Long grabs Hunter by the hair and pulls him up into a standing headscissor.

Tucker: Long, setting up the extension powerbomb - no, double scorpion kick from Hunter!

Hunter had stiffened his legs in such a position that when Long started to bring him up, he drove both of Hunter’s heels into his own head. He drops Hunter, putting Hunter in the perfect position to pick one of his legs and -

Tucker: Rising Star Suplex!

ONE… TWO… THREE KICKOUT!

Long does kick out on his own - just at about three point two.

DING! DING! DING!

Salazar: Your winner, and STILL the W:UK Comm-

Salazar is bowled over as Kirsty McKinney slides into the ring. Hunter hasn’t even made it back to his feet when the young woman locks him in a cravatte and starts delivering knee strikes to his head.

Tucker: Long and company have no intentions of being good sports about this loss!

Fulton Why should they? Long was robbed! I feel that a little but of frustration on their part is justified.

Hunter could’ve probably fought off McKinney’s attack fresh, but he’s been through a grueling match. He drops to his knees, and she switches to the bulldog choke. To add to the damage, Long is back up, and stomping at his head as McKinney wrenches on his neck.

Tucker: That’s not frustration, that’s a gang mugging! And here come the Brothers Gluck! We need some help out here for Eron Hunter!

Damien points at the stairs and Chapps begins viciously kicking them. Then Carlton grabs not the stairs themselves, but the chain used to connect them to the ring apron. The Glucks roll into the ring as McKinney and Long step back from Hunter, leaving him just barely conscious. Each Gluck holding one end of the chain, they step apart and spread the chain out level with the ring.

Tucker: They’re setting something up here. Long’s picking Hunter up - are they going to clothesline him with the chain?

No. Long picks Hunter up on his shoulders, grabs the waist of his trunks for extra height, and brings him down hard.

Fulton Inverted Extension Powerbomb across that chain!

Tucker: My God, Hunter not only took that chain right across the neck, it snapped his head back! We need medical out here, NOW!

And indeed, both security and medical come running down. Long and the Glucks are forcibly removed from the ring (McKinney had left on her own to make sure that security wasn’t rough with Damien), and medical begins checking on Hunter.

Tucker: We’re going to go to a commercial break now, and hopefully when we get back we’ll have an update on Eron Hunter’s condition after that attack! He retained the Commonwealth Championship-

Fulton - with arguable legitimacy -

Tucker: The ref said it was a two count Arthur, his opinion is the one that matters here!

Fulton Well clearly it matters to Ronnie Long! And clearly Long made sure it mattered to Hunter!

Fade to break as the commentators argue and medical tries to convince the conscious Hunter to let them take him back on a gurney instead of walking.

Segment

Mr. Blood stares at Armand Von Krauss, and they both turn to stare at the Indian Assassins and the elephant Sabu (pardon, Ganapati) as they stand outside of the production truck. They look at each nervously before Ganapati lifts his trunk wit a bellow, and stomps. Then they point at the truck.

Armand and Blood storm inside, and freeze as a cold voice sings slightly off key and raspy.

Donzig:

Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Blood sputtered, taking a step forward before Armand grabbed his arm to pull him back. The production crew said nothing as Donzig watched them, still singing absently.

Donzig:

Seven long years' penal servitude
I spent down in Van Diemen's Land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band

He hissed, and his head tilted as he looked at the pair. Blood scowled, and Armand smirked.

Armand Von Krauss: Done?

Donzig: Many on the Network mock my songs, Armand. But you know the truth, they help me think, they calm me. It is hard to think sometimes with the Void screaming at me, hard to get clear.

Blood: Get to the point, madman!

Donzig shrugged, and rose to his feet.

Donzig: You have a lot to learn, Blood. Sneak attacks are not the style of Donzig-gun, we are creatures of fear and chaos. And first of our laws are you claim what you kill. When I come for Eddie D it will be with a sword in my hand, and a song on my lips.

A pause.

Donzig: The same as when I come for you, old man.

Blood snorted, and Armand arched a brow.

Blood: You are making threats?

Armand Von Krauss: You didn’t call us here for these games did you, old friend?

Donzig’s finger hovered over a button, and he purred.

Donzig: No, I called you here because Mormo has a degree in computer science and no one ever clears your cameras.

The button fell, and every camera in the truck came to life:


Armand von Krauss paces around his lavish Observation Deck while looking at his smartphone. Tarrasque sits in an easy chair while eating from a bucket of fried chicken.

Armand Von Krauss: How could they leave me off of the show? I’ve always wanted to go to Australia.

Tarrasque drops a clean chicken leg bone onto the floor where there is a pile of cleaned bones.

Tarrasque: Maybe them think you go find and hurt Soutter?

Armand stops in his tracks and narrows his eyes when he looks at Tarrasque.

Armand Von Krauss: Sounds like I should up your medicines.

Tarrasque just shrugs and bites into another piece of chicken.

Armand Von Krauss: But you’re not wrong. After what he did, he deserves no less than death.

Tarrasque: That why they not call you.

Armand Von Krauss: I should be main eventing with Team SWAT. I have done more for that company than anyone else. I even tried to buy it! If they would have let me have done that, it might still be open now. What had Eddie done for SWAT? Other than pandering to the fans once he realized that he wasn’t cut out for KGB. This will not stand.

Armand types on his phone real quick and smiles.

Armand Von Krauss: He’s doing the ribbon cutting at a gymnasium.

He walks over to the intercom on the wall while sending something on his smartphone. He presses a button.

Armand Von Krauss: Helm, I’m sending you coordinates. I wish to be there as soon as possible.

Helm: Aye, aye.

Armand slips his phone into his pocket and lights himself an Egyptian cigarette.

Armand Von Krauss: Rob Riot, Frank Windsor, and Billy Fowler. It’s been a while since we have met in the ring. I will relish taking each of you down. Just wait. I will make it to that match and take Eddie D’s place.

The door to a bathroom opens up and a man goes flying into the room. He’s a scrawny man in a business suit. The side of his face is bruised and bleeding. Armand von Krauss walks into the bathroom. His tailored business suit is blood splattered and his hands are covered in blood. He ignores the scrawny man for a moment as he walks over to the sink and begins washing the blood off of his hands.

Armand Von Krauss: There wasn’t any way around it, Joshua. It had to be done. He wouldn’t listen to reason and just back out of the match. I had to take his place.

Joshua: Take his place? At the ribbon cutting? You ruined that! An ambulance and the police are coming!

Armand smiles, flicking water at Joshua in a way that makes the smaller man jump as if afraid for his life.

Armand Von Krauss: I’ll be taking his place at the wrestling match for Wrestle: UK. I’ll be showing those Bastards what a real fighter is like.

Armand Von Krauss: Make the call. Eddie D will be unable to make the match.

Joshua: You’re going to be arrested for what you did!

Armand reaches over and backhands Joshua before he can react.

Armand Von Krauss: Make the call!

Joshua holds the side of his face, another bruise already starting to form from where he was struck. He gets out his own smartphone and makes the phone call.

Joshua: Hey, there’s been a terrible accident. I’m afraid that Eddie D is not going to be able to make it to the wrestling match. You’ll need to put Armand von Krauss in his place. Yes, really. Alright. I will tell him.

Joshua hangs up the phone and gives Armand a half-smile (only half because the other half of his face is starting to swell).

Joshua: You’re in.

Just then, the police burst through the door and look at Armand with cuffs in their hands.

Policeman: I’m going to have to arrest you for the assault upon Eddie D.

Armand has the audacity to give the policemen a look of innocence.

Armand Von Krauss: Why, I only did what was needed. He assaulted Joshua and I defended the man. You can plainly see the bruising on his face. It was caused by Eddie D! Tell the men, Joshua.

Armand turns from the policemen to give Joshua a grin.

Policeman: Is this true? What he says. Is it true? Did Eddie D assault you and he defended you from further harm?

Joshua looks from the policemen to Armand’s smiling face. He swallows hard and sighs.

Joshua: It’s true. I don’t know what came over Eddie D, but he attacked me. I don’t know what would have happened if it was not for Armand stopping him.

The policemen look to one another and then to Armand.

Policeman: You went a little hard. Didn’t you? I think ole Eddie might be out of work for a bit. The EMTs are getting him to the hospital now. Joshua? Do you need to be seen as well?

Joshua feels his face and winces at the pain. He nods.

Joshua: Yes, I would like that a lot.

Policeman: We will have an ambulance on the way to get you taken care of. Are you alright, Mr. von Krauss?

The policeman looks at the bloodstains on Armand’s tailored outfit. Armand just smiles.

Armand Von Krauss: Oh. I am perfectly fine. This blood isn’t mine. It’s Eddie’s blood that is on me.

The policemen chuckle.

Policeman: Well, I think we have everything that we need. You take care. And, Joshua, the ambulance will be here soon. Why don’t you come with us so we can get you taken care of.

Joshua and the policemen leave the room so Armand can finish washing his hands to get the last of the blood from under his fingernails. He dries his hands and looks to the camera.

Armand Von Krauss: I’m coming for you Bastards. Wait and see.

Blood sputtered, and Armand shrugged.

Armand Von Krauss: Well played. Esmeralda told me I should check the security systems but I know of your disdain of technology.

A slight bow, and Donzig grunted. Blood fumed, and waved his hands.

Blood: Fine! Fine! Next week at Halifax, it will be Armand Von Krauss versus Eddie D! In a LOSER LEAVES TOWN MATCH! This is over!

Donzig swept for the door, and he paused.

Donzig: Oh, I wouldn’t say that. See you soon.

The door opened, and Donzig stepped out as Blood looked at Armand who shrugged.

Segment

We're in a dark crevasse in the hall way. Kira Izumi is wrapping tape around his hands and wrists.

Kira Izumi: "(Tonight i make my United Kingdom return. For the first time in nearly six years we meet again. In just a few moments i face the W:UK Champion, Eddie Havok. A man who's been on a tear for a very long time in this company. But i'm not here for a history lesson. I'm here for two reasons only. To fly the flag of J-ROK high and proud. And to take that belt from the essex bastard.)"

He finishes up wrapping tape on his hands and starts to tie his boots now.

Kira Izumi: "(Eddie Havok, you must be something truly despicable to have these ladies and gentlemen cheer me on. But we'll see how much they cheer after i take that belt back to Japan, huh?)"

He grabs his mask and puts it on, showing red dots in the darkness.

Kira Izumi: "(I am the Foundation of Death Match Wrestling. I am the owner of the greatest promotion in Japan. I am J-ROK. And Eddie Havok, by the end of the night, you'll know exactly who the fuck i am. My name is Kira Izumi, it's my pleasure to finally meet you.)"

He says as he stands up and walks towards the guerilla position.

Match: Eddie Havok vs. Kira Izumi

WUK World Heavyweight Championship

The fans in Sydney are on their feet as the one and only Kira Izumi slowly rises from the top of the ramp, steam and lasers filling the air as he steps off with a lazy shrug. The lasers gleam across his spike studded leather jacket, and bathe his custom Oni mask with it’s long horns and six eyes in a hellish glow. He stares out across the fans, nodding slowly before he heads down the ramp. He heads down, leaping onto the edge of the ring before he climbs the ringpost to stare down at the crowd.


Then he leaps into the ring as the pyros hit loud pops and a shower of sparks! He walks back and forth, lifting his arms before he comes off the ropes to loud cheers.


Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, he is the challenger! Representing JROK, he is the one and only KIRA IZUMI!

Kira climbs the turnbuckle as the fans cheer, and he pulls off his Oni Mask with a grin. Then he leaps back down, shrugging off his jacket as he paces back and forth.

Tucker: Kira Izumi is the first threat to the age of Havok, and these fans in Australia are on their feet for the man from JROK.

Fulton Havok got this, he overcame the Bastards didn’t he?

Tucker: If memory serves he didn’t actually beat a bastard did he?

Fulton I see why Torchwood hates you.



The cameras start to circle the arena.

"Outlaws and Outsiders" suddenly hit as the lights in the arena drop, with white lights beginning to flash violently around the arena to the drumbeat.
The ramp starts to flood with smoke, as the words "Grimm Products" in white letters appear across the big screen. A couple of figures appear in the entranceway, dressed in Jean's and a sleeveless Leather Jacket, slowly moving towards the edge of the main stage.

Within seconds they are also joined by two more people flanking them until a single figure rises from the stage with his arms crossed. Wearing black tights, the club logo on the side of the right leg and "Havok" down the left leg. Wear black boots with white shin protectors over the top of them. Wearing a long leather jacket, with the club logo on the back.

A series of fireworks go off along the top of the entrance ramp.

The lights start to adjust back to normal. The single figure walks forward, with the rest flanking him as he starts to walk down the ramp.

Frank Salazar: introducing at this time; hailing from Harlow, Essex, England…weighing in at two hundred and nine pounds…accompanied to the ring by the Skulls of Grimm!! He is the reigning, defending, undisputed W:UK Heavyweight Champuon! This is Havookkk!!!

Once he reaches the ringside area, he stops and raises his arms outwards and the other members slowly circle the ring stopping at each of the turnbuckles, looking out toward the crowd.

Havok slowly and methodically makes his way around the ring, bathing in the reaction of the fans within the arena.

Havok enters the ring standing with his arms raised and fireworks go off from the four turnbuckles.

Walking over to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs up to the middle rope, staring out across the arena attendance. As his music dies down, he takes off his leather jacket passing it down to one of the club members, before jumping down into the ring.

He walks over to Kira, gesturing at the belt around his waist. Then he pulls it off, talking trash as he holds it high near Kira’s face before he lifts it in the air to a chorus of boos.

Tucker: These fans are not happy to see the Champion!

Fulton These fans don’t recognize greatness when they see it! Havok saved us all from the reign of the Bastards, and all he gets for it is disrespect!
The referee takes the belt, holding it high as Havok glares at the impassive Kira. The bell rings, and Havok slaps him hard across the face. Kira blinks, staring at Havok with a narrowing of his eyes before Havok grabs him to throw him at the ropes.
Kira hits the ropes, and comes off to duck under Havok! The fans cheer, and Kira bounces against the ropes on the other side before coming off with a cross body! Havok is off his feet, and Kira rolls back to his feet.

Tucker: Kira dictating the pace here in the early going.

Fulton Not a bad idea to keep Havok off his game.

Havok is back on his feet, clearly furious but is forced back by a series of rapid kicks from Izumi. The fans are on their feet, and Havok is backed into the ropes. Then Kira backs up, grinning wildly as Havok glares at him.

Fulton Havok does not appreciate the disrespect being heaped on him by Kira Izumi!

Tucker: Disrespect? You think maybe, just maybe that Havok underestimated Kira? That maybe he is treating him lightly?

Fulton No.

Havok comes off the ropes, circling around Kira who moves with him. Then Havok goes in, throwing a few punches that are returned by Kira before he goes around him for the lock up! Kira reverses, going for the suplex but Havok blocks by stepping back before going for a reverse of his own.

The pair lock up, pushing back and forth as Kira is driven towards the ropes. But he comes back, turning Havok towards the ropes as they strain together! And then Havok gets a hand loose, and jabs his thumb into Kira’s eye!

The fans boo, as they break apart with a confused look from the ref as Havok waves him with a shrug.

Fulton Brilliant move by the Champ! These fans just don’t understand what it takes to be champion!
Tucker: Cheating?

The fans are furious as Havok throws Kira into the corner as he rubs at his eyes, and delivers a few chops before he runs back before flying back in with an European Uppercut! The fans boo, and Kira sags against the ropes as Havok laughs.

He grabs Kira, dragging his eyes along the ropes as the ref calls for the break. Havok yells at the ref, threatening him before he hits Kira with a snapmare before driving a boot into his spine. Kira is down, and Havok smirks as he goes for the pin.

1…

Tucker: Kira kicks out!

The fans cheer, and Havok smirks as he locks on a choke hold! His hand wrapped around Kira’s throat, as he twists so the ref can’t see! Kira kicks, grabbing at his wist as Havok chokes again. The ref frowns, checking in again but Havok argues with him as he loosens the grip.

Then he tightens again!

Tucker: This is ridiculous! He is choking Kira Izumi in the middle of the ring! The referee needs to do his job!

Fulton Kira is a faker, Havok is not choking him! The ref is making the right call!

Finally the ref sees what is going on, and shoves at Havok yelling for the break as he pushes at him. The fans cheer, even as Havok comes to his feet to start yelling at the man. The ref stands his ground, arguing back as he points and motions at the throat. Havok pushes closer, clearly not caring if he gets DQ-ed!
But Kira rolls over, and grabs him from behind for the roll up!

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

The ref holds up two, and Havok rolls back to his feet only to be kicked in the face by a lightning fast Izumi! The fans explode, and the Skulls of Grimm fume on the outside as their leader is knocked sprawling.

Fulton That referee has no right to put his hands on the Champion!

Tucker: Please!

Izumi wastes no time, grabbing the stunned Havok to lock on the Muta Lock! The fans in Sydney are on their feet, and Kira tightens the hold as Havok claws at the mat trying to get to the ropes.

Tucker: Havok is in trouble!

Fulton That referee should be fired! This is a disgrace!

Jimmy Ricks from the Skulls goes to slide into the ring, and Kira breaks the hold to glare at him. He smirks, motioning for Ricks to bring it on as the referee orders the Skulls to stay out of the ring. Havok is slowly coming to his feet, and Kira turns to grab him for a suplex!

Tucker: The Skulls of Grimm just cost Kira! They have no business at ringside!

Fulton No business at ringside? Are you serious? Someone has to protect Havok from these people, and these crooked referees! Sorry, Ricks is not going to let this referee who is probably on the JROK payroll rob Eddie Havok!

Tucker: What? You are insane!

Havok is coming back to his feet, rolling to his knees!

Itami no Izumi [Shining Wizard]!

Kira makes the cover, and the fans are cheering as the ref counts!

1…

2…

Fulton Havok kicks out! Havok kicks out!
Tucker: The referee holds up two, and the Skulls of Grimm look furious!

Havok shakes his head, pulling himself up the ropes as Kira runs at him. Havok goes low, and tosses him across the top rope! Kira lands on the apron, and Havok is back on his feet grabbing him for the Dragon Screw Neck Whip!

Kira back on the inside is in a heap, and Havok stares before running backwards to come off the ropes with Rolling Thunder!

Tucker: Cover by the Champion!

1…

2….

….

Tucker: Kira gets a foot on the rope! The fans are cheering as Havok glares at the referee before he drags Kira towards the center of the ring.

Havok mounts him, dropping punches and elbows before he curses at the ref who tries to call him off. He starts punching again, and grabs at the ref as he pulls back a fist. The fans boo, and Havok smirks as he pushes the man away.

Tucker: Havok is trying to get himself disqualified! This is a disgusting display by our champion!

Fulton Or maybe Havok is tired of these conspiracies against him!

Havok stalks back over to the rising Izumi, but Izumi moves quickly to roll behind him, German suplex! The fans cheer, chanting for ‘Kira!’ as the hated W:UK Chamion is sprawled on the mat. Kira smirks at the Skulls as he drags Havok back to his feet! And he goes to throw Havok into the corner!

Reverse!

But Kira leaps up, hitting the middle ropes before coming off with Konjiki Ashisogi Jizō [Moonsault in a Bridging German]! The fans come to their feet, and the ref makes the count!

1….

2…

Tucker: Kickout by Havok! These fans can’t believe what is happening!

Fulton These fans are a disgrace!

Meanwhile, the fans are on their feet.

FANS: FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER!

Havok rolls to his feet, staring at Kira from his knees beside the ropes. Kira watches him from a crouch, a slow smile spreading across his lips before he shoves his hair back before hopping to his feet. Havok shoves himself to his feet, and the pair go through a rapid exchange of blows.

A few arm drags and near misses, and then Havok comes off the ropes with clothesline! But Kira ducks low, and hits the ropes himself to come flying back at the W:UK Champion! But Havok hits the Missile Dropkick!

Fulton An amazing exchange by these two! This is a war for one of the richest prizes on the XHF Network!

Tucker: Havok going for the Single Leg Boston Crab!

Havok yanks back on the leg, dragging Kira as the ref checks on him. Kira shakes his head, clawing at the mat as he tries to power out. Havok reaches out, and Liam O’Neill grabs his hand before leaning back to increase the pressure.

Tucker: The Skulls of Grimm once more interfering in this match! This is disgusting! They should be barred from ringside!

Fulton If the ref doesn’t see it there is no interference!

The ref checks on Kira, who is biting back a scream it seems as he tries to break the hold. He looks back at Havok who shrugs, and then as soon as his back is turned grabs Liam’s hand again! The ref catches them this time, and calls for the break which draws arguments from the Skulls.

Tucker: Kira back on his feet with a limp, the damage is done! This is an outrage!

Fulton Cry me a river, Jeremy!

Havok turns away from the arguing, and smirks as he approaches Kira with malice in his eyes! And Kira watches him before he suddenly draws back his head to unleash the Blood Mist! The fans cheer, and Havok stumbles around grabbing at his eyes before Kira plants a boot in his stomach!

KIRA DRIVER ‘91!

Fulton No! No!

Tucker: The Age of Havok could be coming to an end right here!

Havok is sprawled on the mat, clearly out of it as Kira makes the cover!

1…

….

2….

….

Ricks grabs Havok’s foot to drag it under the ropes, before yelling for the ref! The ref calls for the break, and the Skulls smirk at the clearly dubious Kira as he shakes his head. The Skulls laugh, clearly mocking him as he runs backwards to hit the ropes before racing across the ring!

He dives between the ropes, and crashes into all three of them! The Skulls are down!

The fans explode, and Kira rolls to his feet to come back inside of the ring.

Havok is back on his feet, grabbing him at the ropes to batter a few stiff knees and kicks into his ribs. He hauls him away from the ropes, throwing him at the corner before he delivers a few knife edge chops tht draw groans fom the crowd.

A boot is planted on Kira’s throat, and he is choking him again!

Fulton Here comes the paid off ref again! Pulling Havok off of Kira!

The ref does indeed pull off, and Havok grabs at him as he yells. But Kira grabs Eddie flinging him into the corner before hammering away with a few chops of his own. He snaps them across Havok’s chest, and then he throws him at the ropes!

Reverse from the Champion!

CRACK as Kira comes close to the ropes, he is nailed with a chair across his back from Ricks! The fans jeer, but the ref is distracted by the other two Skulls of Grimm who are trying to come inside! Havok wastes no time, grabbing Kira as he staggers forward to hit the FALL OF HAVOK [Styles Clash]!

Tucker: No! NOT LIKE THIS!

Havok makes the pin, and smirks as the ref makes the count!

1…

….2….

….

…..

…3…


Fulton Despite adversity! Despite the conspiracies! Despite these fans turning their backs on him! Eddie Havok is still the W:UK Champion!

Tucker: With no help from his crew, right?

Fulton Correct!

Frank Salazar: Your winner and STILL W:UK Champion, HAAAAAAVOOOOOK!

Havok meanwhile rolls from the ring, grabbing his title to hold it over his head as he flanked by the Skulls of Grimm! The three of them cheering and clapping as they support their leader as they head for the back. But Kira stares at them, frowning before he is back on his feet. He charges across the ring, leaping onto the turnbuckle before he comes off with a spin to crash down on all three!

The place erupts and he rolls to his feet, before giving a mocking bow as the tangled up Skulls of Grimm try to rise and we cut to commercial!

Tucker: I don’t think we have seen the last of this one, ladies and gentlemen!

Segment

"Rubbing on that Italian leather
'Dem Konvict jeans on!
Ay yo Weezy! You Ready, yeah!
I get it in 'till sunrise
Doing ninety in a sixty five
Windows rolled down screaming ah!
Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid
Number one hustla' gettin' money
Why do you wanna count my money
I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid…"

“I’m So Paid” by Akon hits and the fans erupt in boo's as " The High Roller" Wesley Crane steps out from the back. Dressed to impress as always, Wesley is wearing a nice plumb colored Armani suit with a black buttoned down shirt under the jacket. The buttoned down shirt has the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing off part of his chiseled frame. On his face is a pair of aviators, covering his light green eyes.

Fulton "Now this is someone I'm excited about!"

Tucker: "Of course you are."

Fulton "I'm sure he has lots to say!"

Tucker: "That's the problem… he has "too" much to say."

Wesley looks around at the booing fans. He gets a cocky smirk on his face. His long blondish brown hair sways back and forth as he walks toward the ring.

Frank Salazar: “Making his way to the ring, from Syracuse, NY… He is “The High Rollerrrrrrrrr” Wesley Craaaaaaaane!”

The fans continue to boo.

Fulton "Look at the confidence that just oozes off this man."

Tucker: " You call it confidence while the rest of us call it cockiness."

Fulton "Jealousy gets you nowhere, Tucker."

As he gets ringside, he climbs the steps and climbs in between the second and third rope. Once in the ring, he adjusts his suit jacket and walks toward the ring announcer, Frank Salazar. Frank extends his hand and places the microphone in Wesley’s right hand. With that cocky grin on his face, Wesley turns to address the crowd.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Let me take a moment to introduce myself to you inbred hicks. My name is Wesley Crane and I’m here to take over Wrestle:UK.”

The fans boo even louder. Wesley just grins even bigger than he already was.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Speaking of inbred hicks, Wesley Crane has a couple people he wants to talk about. First off, let’s talk about the hometown hick, Australia’s own “Outback” Dick Johnson. The man is a superstar in the “ol’ outback” but he couldn’t last more than 2 minutes with a living legend, “The High Roller” Wesley Crane!!!”

Tucker: “Living legend? I’m not so sure about that.”

Fulton “Are you kidding? Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know of this man’s accomplishments in professional wrestling. Just because he hasn’t established himself here doesn’t mean he isn’t a living legend.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “All it took was the most dominant finisher in all professional wrestling, the “IN THE FACE” (V-Trigger) and he was out cold. For good measure Wesley Crane locked in the Dragon Sleeper and made sure that stupid son of a bitch wasn’t moving for a long time. What you didn’t see after the match was Dick Johnson being placed in the back of an ambulance and being sent to the hospital. I had my assistant check and they said it’s a miracle that he even woke up. It’s true, you can check with the hospital.”

Tucker: “Come on, this guy’s delusional. They don’t just give out patient information like that at the hospital. You need to be a relative in order to get information like that.”

Fulton “I heard Mr. Crane’s assistant, Henderson, is the fifth cousin twice removed from Dick Johnson. If Mr. Crane says it’s true, it must be.”

Tucker: “Mr. Crane?”

Fulton “I’m just showing respect to a man who deserves it. You should think about doing the same thing.”

Tucker: “Over my dead body!”

Wesley begins pacing back and forth, very slowly, keeping his eyes glued to the fans.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Now onto the second inbred hick, let’s talk about Jakie Wentzel.”

There is a mixed reaction for the tweener from Pennsylvania.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I’ve seen some hicks in my life, but sweet baby Jesus, Wesley Crane has never seen anything like this before. This Amish idiot is from a place called Intercourse, Pennsylvania. Intercourse…”

Wesley shakes his head back and forth, almost in disbelief.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “My God, you can’t make this shit up.”

Tucker: “Real classy.”

Fulton “Sometimes the truth hurts.”

Tucker: “Jakie is a force to be reckoned with.”

Fulton “He’s no Wesley Crane.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “This guy is from an Amish community. A community where they will pay the locals $5,000 to sleep with their daughters because there was too much brother and sisterly love taking place. It’s atrocious. Don’t get me wrong, Wesley Crane loves the ladies, but sleeping with my sister is a line I’m not willing to cross. Come on, Jakie, have a little self respect.”

Tucker: “This guy is vile.”

Fulton “I’m sure he’s been called worse.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “If I wasn’t such a professional, I’d protest this match. Do you want to know why? Let me explain. The Amish don’t believe in having electricity in their homes. They live off the grid. That means there’s no steady running water. Sure they probably have rain catchment systems but that water only goes so far. Most of the time, their next shower depends on the next time they get a solid rainfall. So in the summer, when there’s a drought, the stench of these people is out of control. If you ask Wesley Crane, $5,000 isn’t a high enough asking price to impregnate their daughters.”

Tucker: “Why must he refer to himself in the third person?”

Fulton “Torchwood doesn’t know.”

Tucker: “Don’t you dare start that.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Jakie, I know the Amish community has a strong faith in the good Lord. I know you want nothing more than to please your God… but I’ve got some bad news for ya… Your God is looking down on you and sees nothing more than a filthy swine. So I’ve got a deal for you. For a small monthly fee, I’ll take you under my wing and rebuild you into someone your God could be proud of. I’ll get you a nice warm shower. I’ll take you to a barber to get you a fresh new haircut. I’ll take you shopping for a nice suit. Hell, Wesley Crane will even find a girl so we can get you laid.”

Tucker: “I happen to know for a fact that Jakie showers. I’ve been around him, he doesn’t smell bad.”

Fulton “Why are you getting that close to Jakie?”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Or there’s the other option. You can choose to continue living this lifestyle… you can continue being a filthy swine… you can continue fucking your family members and I promise you that at the next show in Halifax, Nova Scotia, I’ll embarass you and end your pathetic career once and for all. The choice is yours, Jakie Wentzel.

Fulton “Well, Mr. Crane has offered Jakie a huge opportunity.”

Tucker: “Oh come on, there’s no way Jakie takes this offer. It’s a slap in the face. Wesley Crane is the scum of the earth. I for one am looking forward to Jakie shutting him up once and for all.

Fulton “Ya wanna make a friendly bet on who wins?”

Tucker: “I’m not the gambling type.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to meet up with a couple lovely ladies and head back to my suite.”

“I’m So Paid” by Akon plays again. Wesley tosses the microphone to Frank Salazar and climbs out of the ring. He walks over to the announcers table and reaches his hand out and shakes hands with Torchwood. He lowers his sunglasses a little bit and gives an eyebrow nod to Tucker. He pushes the sunglasses back in place and turns to walk away.

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Team SWAT (Armand Von Krauss, Psychotic Goth, & Donzig) vs. the Bastards (Riot, Fowler, & Windsor)
Six Man Elimination Street Fight

‘Yeah, I'm sick of this
England's sh**
It's slashing down
We are drowned
Star is here
Drinking beer
Star is scrawled
On my wall
C.I.D.
They follow me
I kidnap Star
In my car
A T.V.R.
We'll drive to Prague
And stop at Mars
And we'll be…’

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, they are the reigning W:UK tag team champions! They are the Bastards!

The fans give a mixed pop, with a loud chorus of boos as the local Aussie fans have not looked kindly on the Bastards’ comments on their beloved SWAT! And they jeer even louder as Frank Windsor comes out first, and he is wearing a SWAT shirt that has ‘IS DEAD’ written below the logo in red letters.

Fowler follows him out, wearing the same as he pauses at the top of the ramp to hold his arms high. The fans are livid, and Fowler laughs with a shrug to Frank. Rob Riot comes out last, and he is wearing the same thing but has on a mourning armband with ‘SWAT’ on it. He holds a SWAT flag, and then he lowers it before Frank lights it on fire.

The burning flag is whipped around as they head down the ramp, and the fans are not having it. Fowler stopping to rip a sign from a fan that reads ‘FOWLER FEARS HAVOK’.

Tucker: The Bastards pulling no punches about how they feel about Australia’s own SWAT! And the fans don’t appreciate it!

Fulton The Bastards are over-rated anyhow! They never would have made it in SWAT!

The Bastards climb in the ring, and the fans are still furious as Rob Riot hands the tag belt to Fowler before he grabs the mic from Frank.

Rob Riot: Hey, hey, all Aussies! Listen up, SWAT is dead! The Bastards have no problem being the bad guys, but someone needs to let you all know that this is W:UK country now! I am sorry, but facts are facts!

Frank grabbed the mic, and grinned.

Frank Windsor: You should all be happy that you get to see real wrestlers, real stars, bonafide champions inside a real wrestling ring! And not some clowns from an Aussie Outlaw Mud show! And next week, when you all want on the Bastards hype train? We’ll let you back on board!

The fans are not happy, chanting ‘SWAT!’ as they boo the Bastards. Fowler gets the mic, and he points up the ramp.

Billy Fowler: This is going to be a light workout for Billy Fowler before I get my hands on that piece of shit Eddie Havok next week in Halifax! Let’s go!

The mic is tossed back to Riot, who holds up his hand to silence the crowd.

Fulton Aussie Outlaw Mudshow? I have never!

Tucker: I mean there are times.

Fulton I always knew you were a traitor! I always knew you were happy to be sipping tea with that ass!

Rob Riot: Now, I hear some discontent in the crowd, and I just want you to know we understand. No, really, we do. We empathize. If our great grandfathers had committed a crime and been banished to a sunburnt rock, we'd be annoyed if we were still living on that rock a century later too. We know how you suffer. We know how you struggle. We know how any Australian worth their salt moves to Britain as soon as they're able. So in the spirit of that betterment, I'd like you all to stand for the British National Anthem so you can all salute YOUR Queen!

“God save the Queen’ blasts across the arena, and the fans jeer even as they begrudgingly get to their feet. And the Bastards stand at attention as the song plays.

Tucker: Oh, my God. We are going to get canceled!

Frank Salazar: And their opponents, representing the Legacy of SWAT!

Tucker: I see what he did there.

The fans stare as a foul green mist starts to billow down the ramp, and the lights go down before green strobes come to life. Noxious green flames erupt along with blasts of pyro as two shadowy figures appear at the top of the ramp. One of them holds a long green weapon, a jagged blade juts from the end as the weapon is lifted as the more slender of the figures walks forward.

The crowd is on their feet, and as the lights come back on as Goth walks through the mists with his eyes narrowed on the ring. Vampira following him silently as he pauses at the bottom of the ramp.

Frank Salazar: Hailing from the Depths of Hell, he is called the SERPENT OF SWAT! Weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the man known as Psychotic Goth!

The Bastards are all business now, and Frank continues.

Frank Salazar: And his partner, hailing from Cologne, Germany! He is called the Punisher! This is ARMAND VON KRAUSS!

Come down and join the circus
It's the end of your world
Come down and join the circus
All you dead boys and girls
If you still have a pulse
We can remedy that
You can check your life
While you check your hat

Come down and join the circus
It's the end of the line
You could fall off the highwire
Or feed yourself to the lions
There's no audition
To get into the show
All that we ask for
Is your immortal soul

The fans are not happy to see Armand, and he smirks at them as he stares daggers at his old enemy Goth as he walks through the fading mist to stand as far as from him as possible. His eyes soon drift to the ring, and he scowls at Riot as he shakes his head.

Tucker: Something seems off with Armand and Blood, they seem suddenly very cozy!

Fulton Oh, here we go! Always a conspiracy, always some grand scheme! You going to go talk this over with Donzig? You guys can enjoy paranoia together.

Tucker: You know, he’s here, right?

Frank Salazar: And their partner, he is the Last Survivor of the KGB, he is the Bandit King! They call him the Scourge! DONZIG!

The fans again give a very loud mixed reaction as ‘See you soon’ blasts across the arena, and jets of flames erupt along the ramp as the huge form of the baby elephant Ganapati with Donzig sitting on his back. The Scourge has a SWAT bandanna wrapped around the lower half of his face and neck which is still covered in his mask. And the Indian Assasins looking terrified, beaten and bruised walk behind them.

Donzig pauses on the ramp, and he lifts a mic as the other one pats the elephant’s head.

Donzig: People of Sydney, it is I, Donzig.

Tucker: Well, at least, we have established that. I would hate to think anyone would not recognize the man riding an elephant.

Donzig: This is FUCKING SWAT country! So let’s make this six man elimination tag, a fucking Sydney Street Fight! Because I am sick of the three of you!

The Bastards stared at each other and then Frank Windsor grabbed the mic.

Frank Windsor: How many times do we have to teach you this lesson, old man? YOU WANT A STREET FIGHT! YOU GOT IT, BROTHA!

The fans are on their feet, chanting SWAT as Armand shrugs at Goth Goth meanwhile grins, lifting his weapon to stare at it thoughtfully before he starts towards the ring.

Donzig slides from the elephant, and absently scratches before it’s ears. Then he lifts a hand, and the Indian Assassins lead Babu away as Donzig flings off his jacket. Storming towards the ring with murder clearly on his mind as he reaches into the crowd to grab a chair.

Fulton This is just like the good old days!

Tucker: Impossible, no one has been tortured yet.

The Bastards meanwhile are climbing from the ring, clearly ready for business as Donzig screams orders at his troops. It is not clear if anyone is listening, but Donzig doesn’t seem to care as he bangs his chair against the floor.

Tucker: Now you figure a street fight would favor Team SWAT, but these three do not get along! Donzig is at war with the Usurper’s brood, and there is no love lost between him and Goth! Goth and Armand have a storied history of rivalry! But the Bastards are a united front!

Fulton Psh, the Bastards are all in title matches next week! This is a risky dance for them! They should have said no! No doubt this is exactly what Donzig had in mind!

Tucker: Or he’s just Donzig.

Rob Riot charges at Goth, and the Serpent of SWAT wastes no time in swinging his long spike covered weapon at the head of the Bastard. And Riot narrowly dodges, and the blade of the long weapon shears deep into the LED covered ring post! Sparks fly as it flickers and dies, and he whips around to lash out again.

Riot charges at him, grabbing Goth on the rebound to slam him hard against the barricade. The weapon spins from his grasp, sliding across the floor as Riot starts to rain punches on Goth who fires back.

Tucker: This is crazy! Someone could get killed!

Fulton Oh, no! Anyways.

The fans were loving it, and meanwhile Fowler is trading blows with Armand. Battering punches and chops across the chest of Von Krauss before he goes to whip him into the barricade! But Armand reverses, and Fowler crashes against the barricade before he comes off with a roar.

But Von Krauss runs at him, hitting a hard crossbody that sends both of them tumbling into the roaring fans.

Windsor and Donzig meanwhile are staring each other down, and Windsor points a finger as he yells.

‘DID YOU REALLY RIDE A FUCKING ELEPHANT DOWN HERE?’

Donzig’s reply is lost but sounds vaguely like ‘You’re goddamned right!’.

Then he charges in, swinging the chair like battle axe! It cracks against the top of the barricade, bouncing from his hands before he shrugs to grab the oncoming Frank. The two old enemies lock up on the ramp, shoving each other back and forth as they head for the ring locked together as they scream.

Tucker: Windsor and Donzig at it again!

Fulton Frank needs to just bend the knee!

Windsor shoves Donzig against the side of the ring, and starts delivering hard chops that raise angry welts across the chest of the Scourge. The fans are on their feet, counting with every blow as the Sultan lays into Donzig before he flings him at the stairs.

Donzig reverses, and the stairs come apart with a crash of metal as Frank plows into them. Donzig is clearly laughing behind his mask, and he stomps forward with a shake of his head.

Meanwhile, Rob Riot is battering away at Goth before he tosses him across the announce table. The Spanish announce table scrambles, and Riot flings aside the chairs before he jerks Goth to his feet. But Goth hits the thumb to the eye, and the place explodes as Riot jerks back grabbing at his face.

Goth grabs at him, dropping a few heavy blows across his back before he hits a DDT onto the table. It sags, and Riot goes limp as Goth holds his hands high. He yells for Vampira to get his weapon.
Tucker: Goth is going to murder Rob Riot! Someone do something!

Fulton I got this! MOVE IN ON CAMERA FIVE! MOVE IN! CLOSE UP!

Tucker: WHAT?

Donzig meanwhile is stalking Frank Windsor, hissing from behind his mask as he delivers the occasional kick. Battering away at his ribs and howling at the fans, before he resumes his relentless attack on the Sultan of Schlong Style! Frank grabs Goth’s weapon, and brings it up to block Donzig.

The Scourge grabs it, and the pair strain back and forth as Windsor comes to his feet. Vampira is at a loss, shrugging at Goth who shakes his head before he turns back to Windsor. And then Armand crashes into him, tossed across the barricade by Fowler!

Tucker: A display of power from the former Champion!

Fowler throws a fist in the air, and comes across the barricade to grab Goth by the throat. And Tucker and Fulton scramble as Goth is driven into the table with a chokeslam! The fans explode, and Goth drops from the table as Fowler bumps fists with the rising Riot.

Fulton Are we still on?

Windsor shoves Donzig back, and swings the crudely made weapon at him. But Donzig steps back, and shoves inside Frank’s guard to lock on the Sicilian Claw! His fingers bite deep, and Frank howls as he bent backwards against the barricade as Donzig pressed down on him.

The fans are going wild at this point, a near riot in Sydney. Fowler grabs for Armand, but is leveled with a low blow! Riot turns to make the save, but staggers as Vampira lands on his back. She claws at his face kicking and screaming as Riot tries to pull her off.

Tucker: This is chaos! This is fucking nuts!

Fulton Well, this is what happens when you let Donzig make matches.

Donzig has grabbed the weapon, holding it high before he swings it overhead down at the head of Windsor! But Frank gets out of the way, and the blade sinks deep into the barricade! Donzig yanks at it, and it seems to be stuck drawing a shrug from the Scourge.

He turns and gets Frank drives a fist into his masked face, followed by another before he runs Donzig face first into the ringpost!

Tucker: I bet that hurt even through that mask!

Armand struggles for a moment, and then launches Fowler over his head with a huge suplex that finally breaks the Spanish announce table! And Fowler sprawls on the floor as Armand smirks, making a cover amidst the wreckage!

1…

2…

VAMPIRA LANDS ON TOP OF ARMAND! The pin is broken, and Riot glares at them both before he is spun around to be thrown against the ring by the furious Goth!

Fulton Riot made the save but at what cost!

Windsor grabs Donzig, yanking off his mask and using it to crack Donzig across the face before he drops it to the floor. And then he throws him at the ringpost, which causes Donzig to land near the others. Riot gives him a thumbs up, and Frank flashes a grin before he jerks Donzig to his feet amidst the rising Armand and Vampira. And then the Scourge flares to life.

A boot is driven into Frank’s stomach!

STUNNER!

Donzig whirls, and hits Armand with a scream of fury!

STUNNER!

The fans are on their feet, and Vampira starts to back up!

STUNNER!

Tucker: Never ever think Donzig is finished! The Scourge can not be stopped, only contained!

Fulton Respectfully, he has taken out his own team!

Meanwhile Rob Riot knows the score, and spins Donzig around to throw a punch! But Donzig ducks aside, and as Riot turns?

STUNNER!

The fans are going wild, and Donzig drops to his knees to start talking trash in the face of the downed Riot. Ranting and raving as he pulls at his beard, and then he makes the cover.

1…

2….

Tucker: DONZIG LIFTS RIOT FROM THE FLOOR!

Fulton I, I, why?

Donzig is screaming ‘No, no, no’ at the ref, laughing like a madman as he pulls Riot to his feet. And he turns to be leveled by a big boot from Fowler! The Big Bastard stares, shaking his head as Riot leans against the ring. Goth chop blocks Fowler from behind, and the Big Bastard falls only to be caught by a DDT on the floor!

Tucker: Jesus!

The Serpent of SWAT stares for a minute, then makes the cover!

1…

2….

Riot kicks Goth in the head, and then grabs him to run at the barricade. He batters Goth’s head into it a few times, and the fans are going wild before he dumps him over the rail!

Fulton Another near fall!

Armand is on his feet, and he rubs at his face as he glares at Donzig before he turns his attention to the rising Fowler. Von Krauss batters him with an uppercut, and another as he forces him back. Windsor with a low blow, the fans are on their feet!

Fulton Typical Bastards cheating! Low blow!

Tucker: Donzig tried to cut Frank in half? Goth nearly decapitated Rob Riot! And this is ARMAND VON KRAUSS?

Fulton Well, hold on now, this is a street fight!

Tucker: What?

Armand staggers, and Windsor and Fowler exchanged a look. They grab Armand, and lift him high into the air before driving him through the Spanish Announce table with a double powerbomb! The fans give a mixed reaction, and the Bastards exchange high fives.

Riot and Goth are still fighting in the crowd, and Donzig is back on his feet, He staggers, shaking his head before he finds himself staring at Fowler and Windsor. They stare at him, and Donzig tilts his head before he motions for them to bring it on.

Fulton You know I thought maybe he had became less crazy.

Tucker: No, he’s gotten worse. Especially since he lost to the Usurper at NoC.

Donzig’s head snaps towards the announce table, and he screams ‘YOU SON OF A BITCH!’

He charges past the Bastards, diving across the wreckage to grab at Tucker. His hands wrapped around his throat as he screams and howls, Frank stares a minute before he just loses it.

Fowler shakes his head, and pulls Donzig off the announcer before throwing him at the ring!

Tucker: Unbelievable!

Donzig comes off the ring, holding at his back before he starts to fire punches off at Fowler. And Windsor barrels in, cracking his elbow across Donzig’s face to knock him sprawling to the ground. The pair shake their head, and then Riot bounces Goth against the barricade. Goth still looks ready for a fight, and then Fowler grabs him around the throat. He lifts him from the floor, and Riot starts delivering chop after chop.

Riot grabs a chair, and cracks it across Goth’s head before he flings it aside as the fans boo..

Goth sags against the rail, and Fowler pins him there as Riot looks around the crowd. He grabs a fan in a Bastards shirt, yanking it from the man’s head as he protests. Rob Riot pushes him back, smirking with a shrug.

‘Look buddy, your great grandpa probably ended up here because he was a thief. It all comes back around.’

The fans boo, and Riot shrugs as the man gapes at him. Windsor is laughing as Riot pulls the shirt down over Goth’s head, and then he and Fowler hold him up for the camera.

Tucker: Oh, my god! The Serpent of SWAT is in Bastards merch in Sydney!

Fulton Bastards: None Better! Shirts are available at W:UK Shop dot com!

Donzig is slowly crawling back to his feet, shaking his head before Windsor cracks a knee into his head. The fans cheer despite themselves, and Frank shrugs before he nails a brutal DDT on the mat! Donzig sprawls, and then Frank snaps his fingers yelling orders as he points at Goth.

Tucker: The Bastards clearly up to no good!

The fans are going wild as Fowler drags Goth over the barricade with Riot, holding him atop as he is turned to face the ring. Frank rolls inside, coming to his feet as he stomps his foot before he yells at Riot. Rob gets in the ring, and he holds the ropes apart.

Fulton Oh, no! Oh, no!

Frank hits the ropes, and runs across the ring before diving through the wide open ropes to crash into Goth! The pair go flying into the fans, and the roof comes off the building.

Tucker: AIR BASTARD!

Fulton Oh, I smell merch!

Riot and Fowler stare at each other, shrugging before Armand is back on his feet. He delivers a quick clothesline that dumps Riot onto the apron before he hits the floor! And then he faces off with the oncoming Fowler, the pair throwing punches back and forth.

Fulton Thank god! The only normal person on Team SWAT is still alive!

Tucker: [Sputtering] Normal?

Fulton Relatively?

Fowler grabs Armand, and throws him inside of the ring before he rolls inside. Armand is back on his feet, and charges forward to crack a knee into Fowler’s head. Then he catches him with a DDT off the ropes before he sags against the ropes.

Riot starts to climb inside, but is sagged by the battered Donzig who lifts him into the air before dropping him into the fans with a powerbomb! The place is coming apart again, and Donzig points at Fowler as he heads for the ring.

Fulton The former champ is isolated with Donzig and Armand! This looks bad.

Fowler is struggling back to his feet, and spits before he throws a clothesline at Armand. He whips him into the corner, and tears off his elbow pad as he looks to put Armand down. But Donzig rolls inside, and hits a chop block on Fowler’s injured knee!

Tucker: Oh, no!

Fowler staggers, and Donzig sneers at him before he grabs him for the 25:17!

Fowler is down, and the fans seem mixed as Donzig stares at him before he makes the pin!

1….

2…

FOWLER KICKS OUT!

Tucker: I can’t believe it!

Fulton Donzig can’t believe it!

The Scourge is pulling at his beard, staring between Fowler and the ref before he surges to his feet. He grabs the ref, screaming as he shoves him into the corner. His eyes wild as he snarls and spits, shoving the man once more before Fowler spins him around.

Fowler shoves him into the ropes, and levels Donzig with a short clothesline! Armand grabs Fowler from behind, and strains before sending him crashing to the mat with a German Suplex! Armand points at the turnbuckle, and Donzig nods before climbing it!

He drops the elbow, but Fowler rolls away!

Tucker: Fowler narrowly escapes disaster!

Fulton The numbers game is strong though!

The fans are getting behind Fowler despite themselves as he is grabbed by Armand, Von Krauss drives a fist into his chest staggering him back before he catches him with a boot. And he hits the DRILLTIP! He makes the cover, and the ref dives for the count.

1….

Frank dives for the ring, clawing at the mat before he is caught by a boot from Donzig!

2….

Frank nearly has the ref, but is battered with another kick.

THREE!

The fans jeer, and Armand breaks the pin before diving atop Frank as well.

Frank Salazar: Billy Fowler has been eliminated!

Tucker: It took two men, it took two men! A drilltip and a 25:17 to put away the Big Bastard!

Fulton Armand and Donzig are like a pack of wolves, Frank is being battered to pieces!

Frank is being hauled to his feet, and Donzig throws him at the ropes before hitting the Lou Thesz Press. Punches fly as Donzig rants and raves before he comes off with a jerk of his thumb to Armand.

The fans boo, and Armand stomps away at Frank before he hauls to his feet. Full Nelson Suplex! Frank is sprawling on the mat, but still trying to get up as Donzig stares down at him. He licks his lips, and runs to the ropes before coming off with a middle rope Lionsault! The fans boo, and Donzig glares at them as he comes to his feet.

Tucker: Donzig playing his normal games looking to punish Frank Windsor!

Armand nods, and grabs Frank to pull him to his feet before he hits the Drilltip again! The fans groan, and Donzig laughs as Armand rises with a grin.

STUNNER!

The wind goes out of the arena, and Armand flops to the mat!

Fulton Did he just? Did I just see that?

Tucker: Oh. my god! Donzig just hit the Event Horizon on Von Krauss!

The Scourge drops, screaming something at Armand before he pulls the limp Frank Windsor atop him. The ref stares, and Donzig grabs his shirt before flinging him to his knees! He points, and the ref starts to count.

1…

2…

3!

Frank Salazar: Armand Von Krauss has been eliminated?

The fans are going wild, and Donzig rolls from the ring. He stalks over to the announce table, shoving Fulton before he rips the headset from his head as he leans over the table into the camera. He screams into the headset, fuming.

Donzig: Did you see that Esmeralda! Did you fucking see that? I just fucked your boy, I just fucked your husband! That was me!

Tucker: Uh, I don’t–

Donzig: Silence, mortal! I speaking to the Usurper! I just left your husband laying limp, I left him laying spent in the ring! I did that! Me! You know why?

Fulton [muffled] This is oddly erotic.

Donzig: You think you are the only one who can fuck Armand? Is that it! No, no, no! I just fucked Armand! Because I am a fucking king! The rightful king! All of the XHF can have all the X*crowns they want, they can take all the X*crowns and plates they want and stack them up in fucking Trafaglar Square! And it doesn’t make a lick of difference because I run this shit! ME!

Rob Riot stands up behind Donzig, and the fans explode as he comes over the barricade as Fulton and Tucker scramble. Donzig still ranting, misses it all before Rit grabs his head to drive it face first into the table. Tablets and papers fly as he does it again, and then he grabs the headset.

Rob Riot: Just to be very clear I never fucked Armand!

He flings Donzig across his shoulders, and then steps up onto the table with a shake of his head.

ARGENTINIAN BACKBREAKER!

The fans explode as does the table as Riot rolls around, holding his back as he shakes his head. Then he snags the Scourge, rolling him up as the ref dives for the count as the fans chant ‘THANK YOU RIOT!’

1…

2…

3!!!

Frank Salazar: Donzig has been eliminated!

Tucker: I can’t believe how badly this match has broken down!

Fulton Do you think Donzig writes slash?

Riot pulls himself up on the barricade, holding his back as he pants with a shake of his head. And Goth pushes through the crowd, and he tears off the Bastards shirt placed on him before he leaps across the rail. He wraps it around Riot’s throat, jerking and pulling him backwards.

Tucker: Goth is still alive!

Fulton Listen, I am working through a lot right now.

Riot is forced to arc across the barricade, and Goth starts to drop heavy arms across his chest and stomach as he chokes him with the stolen shirt. Then he releases it, flinging it aside before he climbs atop the barricade to stare down at Riot who is holding his throat as he coughs.

Tucker: Riot’s back has to be in agony!

Fulton What about Armand’s?

Tucker: Stop it!

Goth stares down at Riot, and then drops a huge leg across his back as he doubled over the rail! The fans explode, and Riot lands in a heap, rolling around the floor as he grabs at his back as he tries to rise. Goth shakes his head, and leaps back onto the barricade.

PURGATORY PLUNGE!

Tucker: Oh, my god! Oh., my god!

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Goth rolls around in pain as Riot sprawls across the wreckage of the tables, and finally Goth rolls over to hook the leg!

1….

2…

THREE!!!

Frank Salazar: Rob Riot of the Bastards has been eliminated!

The fans are just going wild as Frank Windsor stares from the ring, leaning hard on the bottom rope. Goth rolls off Riot, shaking his head before he staggers to his feet. Vampira lifts a hand, chanting something as Goth shakes his head before he heads for the ring with a sneer.

Goth rolls inside, and Frank dives on him locking on a choke as he leans back hard. Goth is dragged across the mat, and Frank locks it in tight! But Goth pushes forward, forcing Frank onto his back and the ref goes for the pin!

1…

…

2….

Frank breaks the hold, and comes to his feet! Goth rises, coughing before Frank grabs him to throw him at the ringpost Goth sags forward, and Frank grabs him around the waist for a brutal high angle back drop! The fans explode, and Frank dives for a cover.

1….

2…

GOTH KICKS OUT!

Tucker: Two near pinfalls as these men are exhausted!

Fulton Both teams gave it all tonight, and for those watching at home? The stunner count was five.

Windsor stares at Goth, and drags him to his feet before he delivers a few brutal sounding chops before he fires Goth into the corner. He charges in after him, smashing an elbow into his face. Goth sags, and the fans groan as Windsor calls for the BRADFORD BOMB!

Vampira lifts her hands on the outside, and Goth flares back to life. Driving a stiff uppercut into his face, Windsor staggers back and then Goth grabs him to throw him into the turnbuckle. He snaps his head forward, cracking it into Frank’s face!

Blood flows, and Goth lifts him onto the turnbuckle before he follows him upwards.

Fulton SATAN’S JUDGMENT!

The pair crash down, and Goth makes the pin as the fans are going wild!

1….

2….

….

FRANK KICKS OUT!!

Goth snarls, rolling to his feet with a scream of rage. But Frank is back on his feet and rushes him into the corner. Frank batters into him again and again, driving his shoulder into his stomach before he delivers a European uppercut!

Goth stumbles, and Frank lifts him to the corner before he hits the BURNSIDE BOMB!

Cover!

1…

2….

….

…..THREE!

Frank Salazar: PSYCHOTIC GOTH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED YOUR WINNER FRANK WINDSOR!

Tucker: I am Jeremy Tucker! And on behalf of myself and Andrew Fulton, this is W:UK! Good night, and we will see you in Halifax!

Fulton Not me, Canada is a terrible place!

[Mr. Blood]

V/O: "This is what it's all about."

[The Wrestle:UK World Championship glistens in a still shot.]

V/O: "The most prestigious championship in professional wrestling."

[Highlights From Legacy #2 fill our screen.]

[The Triple Threat Match for the right to be the first.]

[Billy Fowler.]

[Eddie Havok.]

[Eddie D.]

V/O: "But there could only be one..."

[We watch as the referee hands a sweat soaked Billy Fowler the Wrestle:UK World Championship.]

[The crowd stands to applaud their fellow countryman's efforts.]

[Eddie Havok is shown walking up the aisle with a look of disdain plastered on his face.]

V/O: "We should've known that this rivalry was far from over."

[Flash.]

[Eddie Havok disrupts the Main Event at Smackdown in Sunderland.]

[The referee is doing all that he can to control the chaos.] 

[Eddie Havok believed that he was the rightful number one contender, and wasn't going to allow this contest to be fought without his input.]

V/O: "Billy Fowler is nothing, if not a fighting champion!"

[Mr. Blood announces that Billy Fowler will defend his championship in a three way dance and Eddie Havok would be one of the challengers.]

V/O: "The fans wanted it. Billy wanted it. We know Eddie wanted it..."

[Controversy.]

[Billy Fowler had the match won, easily overwhelming the competition.]

[The Champion looked to secure the victory, but Eddie Havok crept up from behind in disposed of Fowler so he was able to secure the spoils of Fowler's hardwork.]

[Gasp.]

[The crowd is left in shock.]

[Ding Ding Ding.]

[AND NEW!]

[Close up of Billy Fowler looking completely dejected.]

[Eddie Havok hoists the Wrestle:UK World Championship aloft.]

V/O: "Life isn't always fair, now is it."

[Flash.]

V/O: "On September 17th, LIVE from the Scotiabank Arena in Halifax, Nova Scotia..."

[The Former Champion.]

[Billy Fowler.]

[Highlights of Billy Fowler power-bombing his foes, one after the other.]

V/O: "THE man who wasn't pinned - yet still lost his championship - BILLY FOWLER!"

[Flash.]

V/O: "Will look to regain the championship that he believes he never lost."

[Flash.]

[Eddie Havok.]

[The World Champion.]

[We watch as Eddie and the Skulls of Grimm ride around on their motorcycles with nothing in their way.]

V/O: "The current champion has reached the top of the mountain after turning in an absolutely stellar 2022."

[No Escape.]

[No Rules.]

V/O: "These men will compete within a structure that has shortened careers..."

[HELL IN A CELL!] 

V/O: "One man will emerge victorious."

[Clang.]

V/O: "One man will leave the unquestioned World Champion."

[Flash.]

[Side by Side Still Shot of the Champion and Challenger.]

[Eddie Havok.]

[Billy Fowler.]

[Flash.]

V/O: "Don't Miss it."

[...]

[Flash.]

[Cut.]



Crew: Amazing isn’t it?

The crew stand around staring at where Goth’s weapon is still burid in the barricade, occasionally one of them tries to jerk it free. They pull it on, shrugging as if in disbelief before the first crewman shrugs.

Crew: They say he pulls the weapon from the barricade will be the King of Aussie wrestling!

The other crewmembers gasp, and they all start tugging on it again before a voice rings out with a laugh. Esmeralda Von Krauss sweeps into view, shaking her head before staring at the weapon.

EVK: Please, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard! Run along now, children! Vampira will be along to claim this soon enough.

The crew scattered, and EVK rolled her eyes before leaning against the barricade. She pulled her phone from her pocket, and made a call.

EVK: Donzig I had my men retrieve your minions from the Outback. I just thought you’d like to know I saw your exploits, and under my guidance you would have won that match against the Bastards! You just need to submit yourself to my rule, and we could rule the world together!

The phone erupted into screams and howls of rage, along with a string of curses that made EVK laugh.

EVK: You will see it soon.

More screams, and EVK hung up with a little laugh.

EVK: Your enemies are gathering close, Scourge. Soon you will have to accept me, soon.