Wrestle: UK Legacy #8: Boston Beatdown

[Mr. Blood]

The fans are on their feet as the pyros hit, and Legacy is under way. Those cheers turn to boos ‘Money’ hits as Mr. Blood steps from the back. He is followed by Armand Von Krauss and the clowns. The fans are clearly displeased as the four of them head for the ring, and Blood grabs a mic.

Blood: I can see you are all upset about what happened to your People’s Champ, Eddie D in Halifax! What happened was best for business, this I promise you..

The fans jeer, chanting for Eddie D! Blood frowns, shrugging before he continues.

Blood: And for that! For winning against an athlete, a wrestler, a former world champion the stature of Eddie D? At the Battle of Britain?

Blood pointed at Armand.

Blood: Armand Von Krauss will face the winner of number one contender’s matches here tonight! First will be Jakie Wentzel versus Psychotic Goth.

The crowd boos and then pops. And then the lights go down, jets of flame erupt along the ramp before billowing upwards as the lights return a sullen red.

‘See you soon’ blasts over the crowd’s sudden cheers, and Blood looks around panicked as Armand frowns.

Donzig stalks from the back, dragging a chair as he stares at the ring with an empty expression before he starts forward.

Blood: Donzig! Donzig! Wait!

Armand points, and the Twins leap from the ring to charge up the ramp. Donzig charges at them, chair swinging like a battle axe to crack across one’s head longways.

The chair jabs the second, and is bent in half across it’s back. Blood backs up and Armand tears off his jacket as Donzig climbs the stairs.

Donzig: I’ll deal with you in a minute, Blood.

He turns to Armand.

Donzig: Time to pay what you owe.

Armand: You’re mad! Diseased! Esmeralda wants to bring you to heel, but I think a mad dog should be put down!

Donzig: Don’t worry, I am sure she will change her mind when I send you back to her in pieces!

The two stalk forward, and Blood holds up his hands.

Blood: Enough! No one moves, I will suspend your ass Donzig! And I will make sure every other company on the Network honors it! Because if you beat Takaru Matsui! And if you beat Goth or Wentzel, you will face Armand at the Battle of Britain.

The fans go wild, and Donzig frowns before he shrugs.

Blood: Armand! If you interfere or lay your hands on Donzig tonight, there will be no title shot, understand?

Armand: I can wait to execute him till then!

At this point, the fans go wild as Havok’s music hits. And the Sons of Grimm lead the way for the W:UK heavyweight champion as he heads for the ring. He scowls at the clowns, climbing inside as he glances at Donzig and Armand.

Then turns to Blood.

Havok: I don’t care which psychopath you send my way! But the greatest W:UK champion needs to know who he is facing at the Battle of Britain! Because honestly no one in this company is good enough to even stand in the same ring as me!

The fans boo, and Armand frowns as Blood holds up a hand. Havok smirks, stepping closer.

Havok: I am surprised to even see you here without your wife’s hand up your ass.

Armand: Herr Havok, I would choose your next words very carefully.

The Sons of Grimm step forward, Havok laughs as Blood looks between the pair.

Donzig leans in the corner, and then ‘Take it easy, Chicken’ hits.

The Bastards Storm from the back, and head right for the ring getting in the faces of the Skulls of Grimm. Blood tries to get everyone apart, and then Fowler grabs a mic.

Fowler: Donzig’s right, Blood! We’ll deal with you later, but first things first! Eddie has something that belongs to me!

Havok: Didn’t I leave you for dead in Halifax?

The fans boo, and Fowler shoves forward through the Skulls as Blood holds up his hand. Then Havok leans in, smirking as he whispers. Blood smirks, nodding.

Blood: You know what Fowler? Havok has a great idea, and that is you can beat the Skulls of Grimm in a handicap match? You can get your shot at Battle of Britain.

The fans boo, and Fowler frowns.

Blood: But if you lose, or if I see any Bastards or hangers on out there? Back of the line!

Fowler smirks at the three, then glares at Havok and Blood.

Fowler: That’s fine with me, three less goons to deal with at Battle of Britain!

The Bastards high five and the Skulls frown, and Havok snorts. Blood looks around the ring, and shrugs at Armand.

Donzig: This is all very interesting, but you see Blood? You and I still have a problem. And if you think Sons of Anarchy Essex or the long running Yorkshire Sitcom here is going to make me forget about you and the Usurper’s bitch here? No, no, no.

Armand: I hope Takaru takes your head off! I am sure my wife will get over it!

Donzig: You talk a lot of shit for a guy who was cucked by Steve Mediocre.

Armand’s eyes widen and he turns pale as the Bastards lose it. The Skulls and Havok start laughing, and Blood tries to get in front of Armand as he glares at Donzig.

Blood: You think you can just say whatever you want don’t you!

Frank Windsor: It is kind of his thing, Blood.

Blood glares at him, and tugs at his tie.

Blood: No one asked you, Windsor.

Donzig stepped forward, and he jabbed an angry finger into Blood’s chest with a hiss.

Donzig: No one and I mean no one speaks to Frank Windsor like that unless it is me. You got it?

Blood sputters, staring down at that finger as Frank and Rob exchange confused looks. Fowler stares at Havok and the Skulls, and Armand? Armand tries to draw Blood back a step, the owner of the W:UK frowned as he shook his hand off.

Frank Windsor: Ah, okay, but Donzig is right! You better watch how you speak to the Bastards.

Blood: Who do you think you are? I run this place, and you’re just some glorified Yorkshire–

BAM! A boot snapped into Blood’s gut, and he went flying across the ring as Donzig hit the Event Horizon. Everyone in the arena was on their feet, and Armand stared down at the twitching Blood. Donzig leaned over him, cursing and ranting as Havok and the Skulls took a few steps back as the Bastards lost it.

Donzig slid to his feet, and he wiped a hand across his mouth before his head tilted as he looked at Armand.

Donzig: I’m sorry, did I break your concentration?

Armand: You can’t–

Donzig: He said you, he didn’t say him. And I did warn him.

Frank Windsor: He did warn him.

Havok: Shut up, Frank! If you Bastards would just accept–

Donzig sighed, staring at Havok with a faint frown. The Skulls stepped forward, and the Bastards took a step closer before Donzig held up a hand as he walked closer to Ricks before he lifted his mic.

Donzig: I wish you would, big man. I really wish you would.

Havok grabbed Ricks, shaking his head.

Havok: Enough! I am the W:UK champion, not any of the losers in this ring!

The Bastards looked at Armand who was trying to collect Blood, and he glared at Donzig.

Armand: I am going to finish what I started, tollwütiger Hund! If you win, you will be slitting your own throat!

Donzig smiled.

Donzig: Armand–

Rob Riot: See you!

Fowler: Soon!

The Bastards laughed, and Donzig turned to glare at them.

Frank Windsor: That was comedy gold, mate.

Donzig: I hate you.

Match: Wesley Crane vs. Juliana DiMaria vs. Kalmin Watts vs. Zolothach
Winner is the Last Person to Enter the Battle of Britain

Frank Salazar: The following match is a Fatal Four Way! The Winner will be the last person to enter the Battle of Britain!

Tucker: It’s just Aztec Warfare.

Fulton: What is with you people! Mister Blood makes this match for the richest prizes in the W:UK, and you are just trashing him!

Torchwood: There aren’t even Aztecs in Britain! This–

Fulton: Listen we have all seen that episode of Dr. Who.

The fans cheer, as Frank continues.

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring first from Paris, Illinois! Weighing in at 165 pounds, she is Zolothatch!

The fans give a mixed reaction, after all Zolo was not a saint but the fans loved her. And she rolled inside the ring, coming up with a shrug as she paced back and forth before waiting in the corner with a faint smile as her head tilted.

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….

The fans are on their feet, and though quite a few booed as ‘the High Roller’ Wesley Crane walked from the back as a shower of sparks and a few bursts of pyro hit. He pauses at the top of the ramp, smirking before he ran across the top of the ramp.

He made the finger guns, mockingly blasting at the fans before he pointed them at the ring. Then he walked forward, acting like he would high five the fans before he didn’t. He climbed the stairs, stepping between the ropes with a grin cast at Zolo.

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, he is the fighting pride of Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in at 223 pounds! This is the High Roller, this is WESLEY CRANE!

Crane grins at the fans, and then acts like he is rolling the dice with a laugh as he stares at Zolothatch. Her head tilts the other way, and she smiles slightly.

Torchwood: Right there is my pick to win this match, and the enter Battle of Britain, lads! Crane has been on a tear, and –

Tucker: I am writing this down, because you are going to change it.

Torchwood: I would never! Never!

Fulton: You should write down that you are a loser, Jeremy.

‘The University of Oklahoma Fight Song’ blasts across the arena, and the pyros whistle from the ceiling before more pop from along the stage as the newcomer Kalmin Watts stalks from the back. He throws both arms in the air, and the fans cheer wildly as ‘the Role Model’ Anthony Jordan steps out from behind him.

Frank Salazar: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the Role Model Anthony Jordan! Weighing in at 260 pounds from Tulsa Oklahoma, KALMIN WATTS!

Watts high fives the fans as he heads for the ring, pausing at the bottom of the ramp. He rolls his shoulders, hopping from foot to foot before he throws up his arms again. Then he climbs the stairs, walking past Crane who offers him a hand.

Zolo tilts her head the other way, still smiling as she watches the two.

Torchwood: The biggest man in this match, the rookie Kalmin Watts is looking to make an immediate impact here in W:UK.

Fulton: Being under the tutelage of a mastermind and legend like Anthony Jordan likely makes that easier, and that is why my pick is Watts.

Tucker: Let me make a note.

Torchwood: Lad!
Far away, so far below
All the demons inside of me

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

The fans give another mixed pop, as Julianna DiMaria steps from the back. She frowns at the ring as strobes go off behind her, and a few lasers criss cross across the ramp before she ignores the fans as she heads for the ring.

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

DiMaria is clearly agitated as she climbed the stairs, and she shoved past the referee to get in the face of Wesley Crane. Pointing a finger at him, as she went off before she delivered a hard slap across his face! The fans cheered, and Crane grabbed at his cheek with a laugh before Julianna walked over to glare at Watts.

Tucker: Crane deserved that! This is 2022!

Fulton: I remember when you were more fun.

DiMaria shakes her head at Watts, and then starts cursing out Anthony Jordan as he stands at ringside. Her eyes narrowed as she pointed at him, shaking her head as she cursed and swore. She kicks at the ropes, then stalks off before AJ shrugs at Watts.

Torchwood: Now that’s uncalled for, AJ comes from a different generation of wrestler!

Tucker: Ha! Donzig comes from that same generation!

Fulton: Donzig? That’s your defense? Donzig doesn’t have a problem?

The ref calls for the bell, and DiMaria charges across the ring to grab Crane. She shoved him into the corner, and started driving elbows into his head and face. Battering away at him as Watts blinked in surprise, before Zolothatch leapt at him!

The pair toppled, and Zolo was battering away at him with punch after punch as Watts covered up. The fans booed, and Zolo grabbed for his head to bounce it against the mat a few times before she leaned down to bite at his eyebrow!

Torchwood: Zolothatch is going for blood!

DiMaria meanwhile jerks Crane from the corner, and snaps him at the ropes! Crane reverses, and DiMaria crashes into the corner as the fans jeer. And then Crane charges in, and batters a Running European Uppercut into her. Then he darts back, hitting another as the fans boo.

Fulton: I guess Crane is already over her.

Tucker: Would you stop!

Zolothatch drags Watts to his feet, and she eyes him up before she bounces off the ropes. Clearly going for the Axe Kick, but Watts stepped forward and caught her leg before he sent Zolo crashing the matt with a cradle suplex! The fans cheered, and he shook his head as he flexed before he charged at Crane with a huge clothesline!

The fans ate it up, and then Watts spun to catch DiMaria before he hoisted her into the air for the Gorilla Press Slam! He lifted her up and down a few times, and then he dropped her to the mat with a wild grin!

Tucker: Display of power from Watts, these fans are on their feet!

Torchwood: Kalmin Watts imposing his will on the other competitors in this match with his power!

DiMaria grabs at her midsection, rolling across the ring as Watts paused to listen to AJ yelling from the outside. He gave a nod, and then he grabbed Crane to pull him towards the middle of the ring!

IDOLIZER!

Torchwood: Idolizer locked in! The fans are on their feet, and Crane is grabbing at the mat as he tries to get to the ropes!

Fulton: My pick is looking to put this one away already!

Tucker: Crane is just inches short of the ropes!

Zolothatch with a Running Thurst Kick to Watts’ chest! The fans boo as Watts crashes to the mat, and Zolo stares down at him before her head lifts to flash a ghastly smile at Anthony Jordan. She takes a few steps forward, and then is dropped by a Jawbreaker from DiMaria!

The fans give a mixed pop, and DiMaria rolled her over before going for the pin!

1…

Zolo kicks out!

Torchwood: DiMaria tried to sneak one in there, and I don’t blame her!

Tucker: This match is heating up, it is like a golden ticket to W:UK titles!

DiMaria is back on her feet, and rakes the hair back from her face before turning back to Zolothatch!

SUPERKICK!

DiMaria drops against the ropes, and Crane shrugs at the frowning Anthony Jordan before he turns his attention to rising Watts. He drops back, ducking down in the corner as he motions for him to rise.

Torchwood: Number Twenty in the Battle of Britain right there!

Fulton: And that is why he was my pick all along!

Tucker: What? No, it wasn’t!

IN THE FACE!

Watts is knocked through the ropes, and the fans boo as Crane smirks down at him with a leg laced through the ropes! Jordan checks on the rookie, shaking his head with a scowl at Crane who makes the guns before he turns back to the ring!

Zolothatch crashed into him, firing elbows into the back of his head before she dropped him with a high angle back drop! Crane was done, grabbing at his back as he crawled across the mat before she locked on the STARS ARE RIGHT!

Tucker: Zolothatch going for the submission!

Crane kicks at the mat, trying to break free as Zolo tightens the hold. And the fans are going wild, clearly not many High Roller fans in Boston! As he claws across the mat, fingers straining for the ropes as Zolothatch jerks on his neck.

Torchwood: Crane almost at the ropes!

Fulton: Hey, you wrote DiMaria was my pick, right?

Crane snags the ropes, and the ref calls for the break! The ref starts to count, and Zolothatch snarls at him. Snapping her jaws angrily as she hisses, and spits at him in a fury as he starts counting!

The hold is broken, and Crane rolls away coughing and gasping as he goes to the outside!

Tucker: Crane wise to make distance here!

Zolo smirks, fairly drooling with evil glee as she comes to her feet! And DiMaria is on her out of nowhere, battering away with punches and kicks before she throws her at the ropes! Crossbody!

The fans cheer for the Queen of Pain as she comes to her feet, and she looks around before hitting a standing moonsault! Her knees crashing down on Zolo!

Fulton: Yes! My pick is going for it! They will say the reign of DiMaria started in Boston, boys!

Tucker: Actually you said Watts, I have it written down!

Fulton: Oh, let me see that – [sound of papers being shuffled, and then a yell]

Tucker: My notes! You threw my damned notes!

Fulton: They slipped!

Torchwood: DiMaria with the cover!

1…

2…

Zolo kicks out!

Tucker: Zolothatch still in this!

DiMaria is on her feet, and she argues with the ref before she drags Zolothatch back to her feet, She delivers a few chops, and then whips her at the ropes before Zolo flares back to life!

Reverse!

Crossbody!

The fans are going wild, and DiMaria rolls to the outside on instinct.

Torchwood: Oh, I don’t like the look of this!

The three on the outside were looking at one another, and then DiMaria ran across the ring before coming off the ropes to dive to the outside! She crashed down on them, and all four of them were in a heap as Anthony Jordan looked on in dismay!

The fans were on their feet chanting ‘W:UK! W:UK! W:UK!’

Tucker: This is chaos here in Boston!

Torchwood: That is how high the stakes are in this match, lads!

Watts is back on his feet, shaking his head as he staggers against the barricade as AJ urges him onward. He grabs at Crane, kicking and stomping at him before he lifts him to his feet before he lifts him to drop him across the barricade!

The fans cheer, and Watts grabs him again with a shake of his head before he picks him up to hurl him into the ring!

Torchwood: Watts’ power is on display!

Fulton: Watts is on fire here in Boston!

Watts turned the crowd, lifting his arms before he flexed. He tore the straps down from his shoulders, and he grabbed Zolo to fling her inside as well. AJ yelled at him, but it was too late!

CHAIR ACROSS THE BACK FROM DIMARIA!

The fans booed, and Julianna DiMaria cracked the chair across his back and shoulders again before she turned her ire on the Role Model. The fans were booing as she stepped over the writhing Watts, and grabbed AJ’s jacket to drag him forward as he held up his hands.

Tucker: Anthony Jordan is not a competitor! Someone stop this!

Fulton: Go for it, man. Me and Sir Arthur have your back!

DiMaria pushes AJ, and she pulls the chair back over her head with ill intent as the fans boo and jeer. The sound echoing around the arena, and AJ holds up his hands as he tries to calm DiMaria down.

She shakes her head, and then someone reaches from the crowd to grab the chair! DiMaria jerks on it, frowning before she turns as the chair is ripped away and flung aside. Another woman stands on the other side of the barricade, and her eyes narrow before she shoves DiMaria!

Tucker: Who is that?

Torchwood: Oh, my god! It’s the Death Diviner, Miranda Esmy! She’s here!

DiMaria clearly doesn’t car who it is, and she shoves Miranda back before she starts throwing punches! The fans explode, and scatter as Miranda has had enough and starts firing back before she yanks DiMaria over the barricade into the fans!

Fulton: They are fighting in the crowd! I can’t believe what I am seeing!

The two women are fighting back and forth, as the fans are cheering around them. DiMaria and Miranda Esmy disappearing into the crowd in Boston as Anthony Jordan tries to get his boy back in the match.

Zolothatch is back up, and she crouches down with an odd twist or her limbs before she scurries forward. Crane rolled to his knees, and then flinched backwards in alarm as he shook his head pushing away from the leering Zolo.

Tucker: Crane looks like he has seen a ghost.

Torchwood: Maybe he has lad!

Zolo lunges at Crane, spearing him across the legs to send him dropping to the mat! The fans cheer, and Zolo laughs before she slithers up over him. Her hands grabbing his face, and she bites at him as he flails to get her away.

Torchwood: Crane is in trouble!

Fulton: At the next full moon he will turn into a Zolothatch!

Tucker: What!?

Zolo slid to her feet, planting a boot on his throat as she yanked on the ropes. Crane kicked and struggled, grabbing at the ropes as the ref tried to get Zolothatch away! His hands yanked at her leg, tugging on her ankle!

Then she was ripped away, being caught in a bridging suplex by Watts!

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

The fans gave a mixed pop, and Watts rolled to his feet before he ducked under her wild swings to fling her at the ropes!

SPINEBUSTER!

Torchwood: Watts a step slower, but he is still a force to be reckoned with!

Watts stomped on Zolo’s back a few times, then locked on the Idolizer! The fans were on their feet, and AJ slapped the mat as he urged his protege onward! Watts leaned back, tightening the hold as Zolo clawed at the mat.

Fulton: Watts has it locked on! But Zolo is not going to tap!

Crane came off the ropes, IN THE FACE to Watts! The place explodes in boos, and Watts crashing down! Watts pulls himself up the ropes, blood running from his nose as he stares at Crane.

Tucker: Watts is bleeding, but he is not backing down!

IN THE FACE!

Watts falls to the outside, and Crane smirks as he makes the dice rolling motion at Anthony Jordan before he turns to come face to face with Zolo!

BELLY TO BELLY!

Crane lands on his feet, and grabs Zolo as she turns to hit a German Suplex of his own! The fans boo, and Zolo sprawls before she slowly seems to crack and twist her limbs before rolling upwards with a slow twist of her back.

IN THE FACE!

Fulton: Oh, my god! He took her head off! Zolothatch is down!

Torchwood: Crane resurgent!

Crane makes the cover, rolling Zolo up as the fans are livid! The ref dives for the count, and the fans are not at all happy! They boo and jeer, stomping their feet as the ref’s hand rises and falls!

1…

2…

….

…..

THREE!

Tucker: Wesley Crane did it! The High Roller will be the last man in the Battle of Britain!

Torchwood: As I knew he would, lad! That is a champion right there!

Fulton: I don’t think we have seen the last of these four competitors!

[Mr. Blood]

Segment

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira surrounded by fire but don't look fazed by the flames.)

Vampira: "Tonight people of Boston, Mass, purgatory shall be unleashed as my husband, Psychotic Goth shall be unleashing purgatory on one Jakie Wentzel and there shall be hell to pay."

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight Jakie Wentzel. I shall be unleashing ultimate hell on you and I shall deliver you a sermon that you shall not forget."

(He roars in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "I shall preach to you ultimate hell and I shall make you experience nightmares that you never thought possible. Your Rumspringer experience shall not be pleasant and you shall find out why I am 'The Serpent of SWAT' and my venom shall be quite poisonous."

(Psychotic Goth pauses as he unslings his weapon.)

Psychotic Goth: "This is my little gift to you Jakie Wentzel. You shall enjoy it as I gift you with it and I shall gift it to you whether you like it or not. I shall make sure you are given an experience that shall not allow you no peace or harmony. You shall be wishing you had remained in Amish country."

(He slings his weapon back over his shoulders.)

Psychotic Goth: "Since you remained silent Jakie Wentzel. I shall assume your silence or near silence is cowardice, because you know my reputation of sadistic violence and hardcore attitude in the ring. I shall ignore your words but I won't ignore what you try in the ring when we meet in moments."

(Psychotic Goth bellows in an ancient dialect.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then there is you Donzig. You think I was weak and exposed because I had a violent war with Takara Matsui. That means nothing to me since we'll meet again, but tonight if I destroy Jakie Wentzel and I shall destroy him. I shall make sure you are in my sights Donzig since we will be both be possibly contending for a shot at one of the championships. Ironic isn't it Donzig."

(He laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "It shall be interesting won't it. I shall not hold back and in Boston I shall do what I do best and I shall unleash my beast on both Jakie and you."

(Psychotic Goth lovers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome snake like looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Soon in a matter of moments Jakie Wentzel I shall show you what real persecution is and your experience shall not be pleasant. There shall be no mercy on you and your soul when I am through with you. Donzig you shall be next after you eliminate Takara Matsui. Hell shall come to Boston and I shall be delivering it. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my vow come true."

(The flames rise and suddenly burn out as the tron fades to black.)

Match: Donzig vs. Takaru Matsui

WUK World Title Contender

Frank Salazar: Your next match is a Number One Contender’s Match for the W:UK Heavyweight Champion, the winner moving on to face Psychotic Goth or Jakie Wentzel! And is schedule for one fall!

The fans cheer, and Frank grins.

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, accompanied by Frank Wormwood, he is known as the Red Slayer! TAKARU MATSUI!

The fans cheered as the shrt figure of Wormwood walked from the back in his rumpled suit, and he paused before the slowly swaying red clad figure of Matsui emerged. He danced slowly, nodding to the cheering fans as he followed after Wormwood.

Tucker: There is no one more beloved of these fans then Takaru Matsui!

Torchwood: No man more dangerous despite his win loss record, he took Goth to the edge at our last Legacy!

Matsui was in the ring, and dipped low on the ropes as the fans were urging him on. Wormwood clapped, though he looked nervous before he adjusted his tie. Then the Red Slayer kipped back up, and he nodded before he crouched down to glare up the ramp. His eyes narrowed, and Frank slid from the ring to stand by the stairs.

Fulton: I don’t doubt how dangerous Takaru Matsui is, but he is up against the Scourge.

Torchwood: Those are facts, Andrew. Takaru is one of the best strikers in the XHF but when you are up against a monstrosity like Donzig does that matter? He needs to keep the pace on his terms if he wants a chance of winning.

Tucker: The Red Slayer has something Donzig doesn’t: heart.

Fulton: I don’t envy Takaru, Donzig is likely in a foul mood after the fines issued by Blood.



The lights went down, and the arena was plunged into darkness before red sullen lights flared to life. The face of Matsui was shown, frowning at the ramp as flames leapt into the air in bursts. And the figure of Donzig stormed from the back, his long coat snapping around him as he headed down the ramp.

He reached up, pulling off his mask as he snarled.

Frank Salazar: His opponent hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! He is DONZIG!

Fulton: Frank cutting it short, clearly wants out of the Outback.

Tucker: You mean Dodge?

Fulton: I’m from Australia.

Donzig climbed into the ring, handing his coat and mask to the ring attendant before he stalked over to stand across from Matsui. The two old enemies glaring at each other before the ref called for the bell.

The pair stared at each other, and then Matsui dropped back with a scream of ‘Come on!’

The fans exploded, and Donzig started throwing punches as did Matsui!

Torchwood: These two are wasting no time! Blows being thrown back and forth!

Tucker: Alot of history between these two!

Donzig grabbed his arm, flinging him at the ropes before Matsui reversed to throw him. Donzig hit the ropes, coming off with a clothesline that Matsui dove under. The fans cheered, and Donzig hit the far ropes before coming off again!

Matsui grabbed him, snapping him into the air with a savage looking hip toss!

Fulton: Matsui just sent Donzig to the mat!

Torchwood: This is what Takaru needs to do, he needs to keep the pace up!
Takaru charged in, driving a stiff kick into the spine of the Scourge. Donzig sagged forward, and the Red Slayer wasted no time in locking on a hold. His knee planted in his back as he ripped his arms backwards, stretching them behind him as he pressed forward with his knee.

The ref checked on Donzig who snarled and spat, and Wormwood urged Matsui onward.

Tucker: Matsui trying to wear Donzig down!

Torchwood: Not a bad move! Donzig struggling for the ropes, and the fans are urging Matsui on!

Donzig manages to get a foot under the ropes, and the ref calls for the break. Matsui pressed onward, yanking his arms back as he drives his knee forward as the ref starts a count!

Tucker: Uncharacteristic aggression from Matsui!

Fulton: Good for him!

Torchwood: You have a four count, sunshine! Use it!

Matsui broke at the four, moving back with a frown as the ref admonished him. Donzig was back on his feet, and he came in. The Red Slayer backed up a step, firing off a kick but Donzig snagged his foot. He pushed Takaru back, and his free foot snapped outward to trip him!

The fans jeered, and Wormwood hit the mat.

Torchwood: Well-scouted by Donzig!

Fulton: Matsui in trouble!

Donzig drove a few stiff kicks into the back of Matsui’s thigh, cursing as he laid the boots on him. He dragged him towards the middle of the ring, and then stepped over as he locked on the Pennsylvania Cloverleaf! The fans booed, and Donzig leaned back hard as Wormwood called Takaru to get the ropes!

Tucker: A rare submission move from Donzig!

Torchwood: Lad, he is trying to stop Matsui’s kicks and take away his speed! It’s brilliant!

Donzig wrenched his opponent’s legs around, shaking him as he pulled him away from the ropes. Matsui tried to get the ropes, crawling across the mat as he reached for them as Donzig leaned back again.

The referee watched it all, and Matsui finally grabbed at the ropes! The ref called for the count again, but Donzig snarled and yelled at him. Cursing as the fans booed, and the ref tried to pull him off as he grabbed for the ropes to increase the leverage.

Fulton: Making the ref lose count! Brilliant!

Tucker: Cheating is what it is!

The ref reached for four finally, and Donzig broke the hold as he came off to get in his face. The fans booed, and Matsui pulled himself up the ropes. Donzig grabbed him, battering a few huge right hands into his face before he flung him across the ring.

Tucker: Donzig in control now!

Torchwood: He is eyeing up Matsui, evil on his mind!

Donzig did intend have evil on mind, running in to level his opponent with a huge knee! Matsui sagged, and Donzig delivered a few more to his ribs before he spun him around.

DOUBLE ARM DDT!

The fans boo, and Wormwood shakes his head as Donzig charges at the ropes. He hits the middle, and comes crashing down with a Lionsault!

Fulton: KNEES UP FROM MATSUI!

Donzig crashed off, hitting the mat as he grabbed at his ribs and stomach as he kicks his foot. The fans cheer, and both men are down as Matsui grabs at his knee. Working it back and forth as he whispers to Wormwood.

Tucker: Matsui inflicting punishment on himself to defeat Donzig!

Donzig rolls back to his feet, shaking his head as he stalks towards the slowly rising Matsui. The Red Slayer comes to life, grabbing him to go for the roll up!

1…

2…

KICK OUT!

The fans groan, and Wormwood is beside himself! Takaru Matsui wastes no time, locking on a guillotine choke on Donzig as he rises. Donzig shoves forward, pushing the Red Slayer back before he drives him into the corner.

The ref yells, and Donzig grabs the rope to batter himself forward again and again!

Fulton: Matsui with the choke, he’s not breaking it!

Tucker: Donzig doesn’t even care!

Torchwood: The ref needs to get control of this match!

The hold finally breaks, and Takaru is driven into the corner. Donzig falls back, eyeing him up before he charges in. But Matsui leaps over the ropes to the outside to let him crash into the corner!

Tucker: Matsui almost stumbled there! His leg has taken some damage!

Takaru grabs Donzig’s head, battering him into the ringpost again and again. Then he climbs to the inside, and grabs Donzig to fall back with both knees driven into his back.

Torchwood: Matsui taking more damage! And both men are down!

Tucker: Matsui goes for the cover!

1..

2…

KICKOUT!

The fans boo, and Matsui rolls to his feet to drive a fist into his thigh. Donzig is back up as well, and Matsui makes the firs move. Donzig’s hand snaps outward, his hand clamping down on Matsui’s face as his fingers tighten and dig in. He bends Takaru backwards, hand twisting and tightening as the place is going wild!

Fulton: SICILIAN CLAW!

Torchwood: I can’t believe it!

Matsui screams, and then he grabs at Donzig’s wrist with both hands to force his arm back. The fans are cheering, and Matsui shakes his head before he drives the knee of his good leg into Donzig’s stomach.

The scourge is driven back a step, and Matsui grabs him to hit the INVERTED POWERSLAM!

The fans are on their feet, and Matsui drops back with a snarl in the corner as he once more punches at his leg.

Tucker: Kinshasa! He’s calling for it!

Torchwood: Not sure this is the best move!

Donzig staggers to his feet, shaking his head before Takaru charges across the ring. A beat slower then normal, Donzig steps aside! The fans groan, and Takaru stumbles as he turns!

EVENT HORIZON!

Fulton: Oh, my god!

Torchwood: Matsui a second too slow!

Donzig smirked at Wormwood, and then made the cover!

1…

2…

3!

Tucker: That was a war here in Boston!

Donzig rolls to his feet, looking down at Takaru before Wormwood drags the slowly stirring Red Slayer from the ring. Matsui leans on Frank, limping as he looks up at Donzig before he gives a slow nod.

Donzig nods back, before he shakes off the ref who reaches for his arm before raising it himself.

Torchwood: Grudging respect between these two!

Frank Salazar: Your winner and advancing, DONZIG!

[Mr. Blood]

Segment

Mister Blood blinked awake, pressing a hand to his head as he looked around wildly. The EMTs nodded at him, helping him sit up slowly as he looked to where Armand Von Krauss was waiting. Armand lowered his phone, and Blood shook his head before a hand pressed to the back of his neck.

Armand: Ah, yes. It hurts, the Event Horizon is not pleasant.

Blood: Event Horizon? Donzig stunned me?

Armand: Ja. He is mad.

Armand paused, glancing at the phone in his hand. Blood arched a brow, and Armand shrugged.

Armand: She wishes to speak with you.

Blood waved his hand, clearly not wanting to speak. Armand hit the button, and tossed the phone onto the bed beside him. The speaker come to life, and the voice of EVK filled the room.

EVK: Blood, dahling. What are you doing? If you want to stop a man like Donzig you can not do it on head on. You must come at him indirectly or he will destroy you.

Blood snorted, but stopped when Armand frowned at him.

Blood: Fine, what do you suggest I do to come at him indirectly.

EVK: You must go after what he loves, dahling. Donzig doesn’t feel pain or fear for himself.

Blood: He doesn’t love anyth–

Blood looked up, staring at Armand who gave a faint smile.

Segment

[Black Ford F-150 slowly rolls up to the parking garage. A hand emerges from the driver's seat and extends what looks like a pass. Once the credentials have been verified, the trucks drives into the loading dock of the arena. Once parked, a stagehand walks over awaiting the driver to exit.]

[Gus Arnold.]

[Gus tosses his keys harmlessly at the parking attendant and slips him a $100 dollar bill. The attendant's eyes light up, but before he can utter a spoken word, Gus walks past him.]

[Archie Rude looks to intercept Gus as he continues to walk towards the back entrance of the building.]

Rude: "Gus, may I have a word."

[Gus obliged, but based on his body language there seems to be a certain disdain for Archie.]

Gus: "So he kept you around did he?"

Rude: (Befuddled) "Excuse me?"

Gus: "Mr. Blood."

[Gus stares a hole right through Archie.]

Gus: "You know, I wasn't really ever very fond of you."

[Gus' raspy voice is unmistakable.]

Gus: "I kept you on as long as I did because I was hood-winked into hiring you and your contract appeared iron clad."

[Archie smiles.]

Rude: "My daddy is well connected."

Gus: *Spits*

[Archie's smile curls up into a look of disgust as a dark mouthful of tobacco exits Gus' mouth and lands right on Archie's black dress shoes.]

Gus: "I don't give a rip about your daddy. If memory serves, he was always a slime ball. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

[Archie is speechless.]

[Awkward silence.]

Gus: "Hell son, should I ask my own questions?"



[Gus stiff arms Archie out of camera view. The poor sap doesn't have enough gusto to come at the old man who's hands appear capable of snapping Archie's frame into two pieces with relative ease.]

[Gus pulls the camera man into place.]

Gus: "I'm here because I have something to say."

[Plain. Simple. To The Point.]

[Gus turns cheek and walks out of camera view.]

Match: The Brothers Gluck vs. The Chosen
Tag Team Championship Contender

(Listen here...)
A goddamned mountain man I am.
Filled with wisdom from these haunted lands.
But the diatribe of the northern mouth,
Tempts to wake the sleeping beast of the south...

PAIN
(I know it)
SHAME
(I know it well)
BUT PRIDE
(I know it)
STRENGTH
(I know it well)
ALL TOO FUCKING WELL...

AND THE SOUTH WILL RISE
RISE UP…

Flames erupt, and lights sweep across the arena as the Brothers Gluck charge from the back. They run back and forth across the top of the ramp, bellowing at the crowd as they leap at each other. The pair are clearly ready for a fight, mocking and yelling at the fans as they head down the ramp.

Frank Salazar: Representing the Foundation! From the Mudflats of Mississippi weighing in at 571 pounds! Carlton! Chapps! The BROTHERS GLUCK!

The fans jeer, as they roll into the ring. Bumping fists before Chapps leapt to the middle rope of the corner, bellowing at the fans. Carlton hits the ropes, snarling at them before he starts to pace back and forth.

Tucker: The Brothers Gluck coming off a huge win in Halifax, and looking to challenge the Bastards at the Battle of Britain!

Fulton: They did defeat former champions in Team Fairtex and handed the Purge their first loss!
Torchwood: I am a big fan of the Glucks, but their opponents are the always dangerous Donzig-gun.

I flew beyond the sun before it was time
Burning all the gold that held me inside my shell
Waiting for you to pull me back in
I almost sat the world in my sights

Close, low bright eyes fading
Faster than stars falling
How can I tell you I failed?
Tell you I failed…

The lights went down, and flickering strobes lit across the stage as the Chosen walked from the back. The menacing Gavin Drake leading the way, followed by the smaller Luthor Carbrey. They walked around the bottom of the ramp, and then Carbrey reached up to pull down the bandanna on his face.

Drake walked up the stairs, stepping inside the ring to glare at the Glucks.

Carbrey leapt onto the apron, climbing the turnbuckle behind him as he looked down at the pair from behind Drake. Then he leapt down, and pacing back and forth as Drake gave a slow nod as he glared at Chapps.

Fulton: The Chosen have arrived, and the Empty Hand doesn’t look happy at all after Halifax.

Tucker: No fear in the eyes of the Glucks though.

Frank Salazar: And their opponents representing Donzig-gun, weighing in at 443 pounds! Luthor Carbrey, Gavin Drake! They are the CHOSEN!

Torchwood: The Chosen don’t seem impressed by the Foundation’s hired guns! But I think the Glucks are more hungry!

The ref looked around nervously, then called for the bell. The Glucks decide Carlton will start, and then are charged from behind by the angry Blood of Kings! Drake hammers his elbow into Carlton’s back before he lifts him, hitting a huge backdrop. Then he grabs Chapps, lifting him to drop his throat across the ropes.

The fans jeer, and Drake glares at them before he starts to stomp away at Carlton.

Torchwood: Gavin Drake showing no mercy as he lays into the Brothers Gluck!
Tucker: I am not even sure who is the legal man at this point!

Fulton: Gavin Drake giving up some size on Carlton, something that rarely happens to the Empty Hand.

Carlton pushes himself back to his feet, and snarls as he shoves Drake back a step before they start to trade punches. The pair battered each back and forth, throwing fists at one another before Carlton grabbed him to throw him at the ropes.

Blind tag from Carbrey!

Torchwood: I think Carbrey just tagged himself in!

Tucker: Not sure that Carlton saw it!

Carlton grabbed Drake, and fired him into the air on the rebound with a huge overhead suplex! The fans popped, and Drake was down as Carlton let out a scream of rage before he turned to stalk after the Empty Hand!

Chapps yells from the corner, and Carlton turns to be caught with a huge dropkick from Carbrey! The fans again pop, and Carlton stares as Carbray bounced back before he fires off another dropkick that rocks the big man!

Fulton: These dropkicks seem to be slowly wearing Carlton Gluck down, but having little effect in knocking him off his feet.

Torchwood: Carbrey lacks in size, but he is fast and a dangerous striker!

Carlton Gluck grabs Drake on the rebound, and flings him at the ropes!

SLINGSHOT CUTTER!

The fans are on their feet, and Chapps fumes as Carbrey makes the cover!

1…

2….

Chapps comes over the ropes, but is leveled by a huge clothesline from Gavin Drake!

CARLTON KICKS OUT!

The fans are going wild, and Carbrey shakes his head as he comes to his feet. He drops back in the corner, motioning for Carlton to rise.

Tucker: Carbrey sitting up for the Slingblade!

And he charges, but Carlton catches him with a massive lariat as he comes in. Carbrey flips into the air, dropping down on the mat in a heap! The fans boo, and Carlton drags him across the mat to tag in Chapps.

Carbrey is thrown into the corner!

Fulton: I don’t like where this is going! Carbrey in trouble!

Torchwood: Real talk in motion!

Chapps whips Carlton in, crushing Carbrey before the big man comes down on hands and knees! Chapps leaps off his back, crashing home with a cannonballs that drops the Knives of the Scourge to the mat!

Cover!

1….

2….

Tucker: Foot under the ropes! Chapps swears at the ref as Carbrey rolls to the outside!

Chapps is not having it, rolling to the outside to go after Carbray. Battering away at him with chops before he flings him at the side of the ring! The place is going wild, and Carbrey leans against the ring, holding his back before he grabs the oncoming Chapps to throw him headfirst into the post!

Torchwood: Oh, my god!

Chapps stumbles, and Carbrey barrels in to drop him with a bulldog! The fans are eating it up, and Chapps is down as Carbrey comes back to his feet. Carlton Gluck drops down from the apron, pointing angrily as he stomps forward.

The ref is trying to get the match back in hand, yelling at the pair!

Fulton: The referee can’t seem to get this match in hand! Neither team is giving an inch!

Drake is charging across the ring, and roars as he dives between the ropes to come crashing down on Carlton. The fans pop, and he is on his feet along with the big Gluck as they start to trade blows again.The ref yells, and then Carbrey turns to find himself face to face with Chapps!

Chapps fires off chop after chop, rocking him back before he lifts him upwards to drop his face first across the hard edge of the apron! Carbrey stagger forward, grabbing at his face before Chapps flings him inside the ring.

Tucker: Carbrey got the worst of that exchange! His face maybe broken!

Torchwood: Gavin Drake and Carlton are still brawling on the outside, and I hope they say away from our table!

Chapps meanwhile gets Carbrey up, planting him with the 151 Proof! The fans explode, and he makes the cover!

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

The fans chant ‘W:UK! W:UK! W:UK!’

Fulton: Carbrey barely escaped that one!

Carlton is flung at the barricade, leaning hard on it before Drake drops back a few steps. Then he charges forward, leaping into the air to catch the bigger of the Brother Glucks with a Claymore! Carlton drops, and Drake holds at his back as he tries to get back to his feet.

Torchwood: Drake nearly took his head off with that one!

Carbrey is on his feet, and Chapps drives him into the corner. Hard punches battering away at the smaller man, and then he drops back before coming in for a cannonball! But Carbrey leaps upwards, narrowly dodging him before he comes down.

An arm wraps around his neck, snapping his head backwards as well as his back! Chapps drops in a heap, and Carbrey leaps to the ropes!

Tucker: THE DESCENT!

But Chapps rolls aside, and Carbrey hits the mat with a stumble! Chapps hooks him, rolling him up as his feet hit the middle ropes as the ref dives for the count!

1…

Drake lunges for the ring, snarling.

2….

Carlton grabs his leg, yanking him backwards to drop him to the floor!

.,...

…..

THREE!

The fans are on their feet, and Chapps rolls from the ring to join his brother as they point and laugh at the fuming Chosen. Carbrey is snarling at the ref, grabbing at his shirt as he points at the ropes. Meanwhile, Drake is staring up the ramp with an angry scowl before he rises to kick over the stairs.

Frank Salazar: Your winner and facing the Bastards for the W:UK Tag Team Championships at the Battle of Britain! The Brothers Gluck!

Tucker: I don’t think we have seen the last of these two teams! The Chosen will be out for blood after this!

Fulton: The Foundation doesn’t care what they want! They can go back to JROK for all they care!

[Mr. Blood]

Segment

During a break in the action, the fans in attendance start to stir. It doesn't take long to see why, as the Former Owner of Northern Pro Wrestling walks toward the ring. Gus Arnold made a splash when he spoke out after over seven months of silence at the WU:K event which was held in Gus' backyard at The Scotiabank Centre in Halifax two weeks ago. This isn't Halifax, and while Boston may only be 660 miles south - this isn't exactly Gus' territory and he knows it. 

The fans don't know what to make of Gus' presence. There is a smattering of cheers, whistles and hollering abound as Gus walks forward with purpose. A few fans reach over the guardrail looking to slap hands with Gus, but to no avail. Once inside the ring, Gus walks over to the side where the time keeper sits, which is where he is handed a live microphone.

A hush falls over the crowd. You could hear a pin drop. 

Gus' lip is full of 'dip' and that's just the way he likes it.

Gus: "It just so happened that Boston was the next stop of Wrestle:UK's tour, which is the only reason that I decided to be here tonight."

Gus rolls his tongue around his mouth to place the wad of tobacco so that it won't inhibit his words from flowing freely.

Gus: "I'm not here to mince words, or to insult anyone's intelligence."

Gus scoffs before continuing.

Gus: "Your on-air personalities wanted to allude to some grandiose mystery that was perpetrated right in front of the audience's eyes at Legacy 7. Sure, Donzig-GUN have any enemies in the world of professional wrestling. Hell, Donzig and I haven't really ever seen eye to eye. I go head and pay the man a compliment in regards to his contributions to Northern Pro Wrestling and extend my hand like a real cowboy should... and what does he do?"

The crowd begins to OOHHH.

Gus: "Imagine the nerve? Donzig wants to call himself "The King of the North" - but there can only be one." (Gus points to himself.)  

The crowd stirs, wanting more.

Gus: "Donzig should've known to tread lightly, and he refused to offer me an ounce of respect... *smirk*... Well, we all saw what happened to him and the rest of his posse."

Gus stands in the middle of the ring, chest extended, peering down on the audience.

Gus: "It was no accident..." (voice trails off.)

It’s Osland and Stevens who are the first over the guardrail before taking to the North and West corners of the ring. A moment later Horry and Van Zant take to the East and South side corners. Then comes Griffith, climbs up and enters the ring first.

The fans simmer with anticipation as the two grizzled men stare at each other sternly. Which edges closer to a boil when the four men suddenly go from the floor around the ring to join Griffith and Arnold inside of it. Random shouts from the crowd tear through the otherwise tension filled silence.

Then, just as the tension is about to reach a boil, Dusty nods and the other four move into formation as they stand shoulder to shoulder next to each other behind Gus; whose stern expression cracks ever so slightly before shaking his hand!

They all turn face and stare into the crowd with their arms behind their back.

Fulton: “This is great. This is the best. Gus Arnold has brought five of the most vicious grapplers in the world together as one unit!”

Tucker: “This can’t be good for the W:UK roster.”

The fans continue to watch in silence as they try to piece together how this could be possible.

Segment

Backstage Anthony Jordan is pacing back and forth, Kalmin Watts staring at him as he shook his head in annoyance. Miranda Esme sat on a crate, surrounded by security as she stared around sullenly before AJ threw up his hands.

Anthony Jordan: What were you thinking?

Miranda: That bitch was going to hit you with a chair! I don’t think so!

Blood walked down the hall, and he waved away the security guards before he flashed a faint smile at AJ. Jordan shrugged, and glanced at Watts as Blood rubbed at his neck again.

Blood: Sorry it took me so long, I am having a night.

Anthony Jordan: I have had that same night.

Blood shrugged, and glanced at Miranda.

Blood: You put on quite a show, you interested in a contract? Debut in the Battle of Britain match.

Miranda: Will that bitch be there?

Anthony Jordan: Miranda please.

Blood: Yes.

Miranda grabbed the contact from Blood, and signed it before flinging it back at him. AJ threw up his hands, muttering to Watts before he stomped off.

Match: Jakie Wentzel vs. Psychotic Goth
WUK World Heavyweight Championship Contender

The fans boo loudly, coming to their feet inside the arena as the strobing lights that suddenly go into darkness before flaring back to life herald the arrival of the Mennonite Mangler, Jakie Wentzel.

The screen cuts to static as the lights dim. The opening guitar riffs of “Domino the Destitute” play over the PA system. As the music builds, the screen displays picturesque scenery; farmland, tractors, quilts, friendly faces on porches. When the lead vocals come in the scene shatters into a blood red logo of Jakie Wentzel. As the music continues, flashes of Wentzel are shown intermeshed with horrific imagery. Torn blue jeans, a skull tattooed arm, burning crosses, maggots eating flesh, a pool of blood. The final shot shows Wentzel putting on a set of brass knuckles that pulls back to a full body shot. He smashes his fist into the screen, which goes black as the spotlights rise up on the entrance ramp.

“If you had the courage to stop me from turning into what would be the worst in everybody’s eyes.”

Jakie Wentzel enters down the ramp slowly in his trademark white v-neck tee shirt, black suspenders, torn blue jeans, and black boater hat. He does not acknowledge the screaming fans, and avoids eye contact.

“Hey, I’m no Angel, or the Devil of your conscience, to tell you what to be…good, bad, ugly or otherwise.”

As Wentzel makes his way to the ring, he stops and tips his hat to the commentary booth and referee. He then throws his hat into the audience and gestures to the person who gets the hat with a quiet “thank ye, naw onst.”

“If you had good common sense, your choices would be gleaming, flawless.
I want no part in this self-deprecating worthless chemistry.”

Entering the corner of the ring, he kneels and says a short prayer before pumping his left fist in the air, displaying his glistening brass knuckles.

“We made our beds to lie in them, proud;
Proud of our great mistakes
This warring knife, the flash of its blade.
Turn about face, I implore you, Brother.
Don’t walk away…don’t walk away from me.
Cause this is our war!”

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, weighing in at 210 pounds from Intercourse, Pennsylvania the Mennonite Mangler, Jakie Wentzel!

Wentzel snarls at the ref, and menaces him before he hands over the brass knuckles. He stomps back and forth, eyes narrowed on the top of the ramp.

Fulton: You know guys? I think Wentzel might be a little unstable.

Tucker: You don’t say?

Torchwood: Lads, the facts are that Jakie is a dangerous man! He has surprising power that makes up for any lack in his technical game! And he is on a collision course with the Dragon!

Evil green mist bellows out of the ring entrance as a woman screams and Psychotic Goth laughing maniacally as "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator plays and Vampira leads Psychotic Goth to ringside in chains while holding Psychotic Goth's homemade weapon. He ignores the ringsiders and stops at the ring for Vampira to unlock the chains and Psychotic Goth rubs his wrists hard as he climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring and stands in his corner. He slowly takes off his trenchcoat and jewelry before he lowers his head and raises his arms before throwing his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks looking and snarling like a demonic maniac crazed and intimidating as he is given his homemade weapon and he caresses it before placing it in his corner for Vampira to hold until it's time for Psychotic Goth to use it.

Frank Salazar: Introducing now, hailing from The Depths of Hell. Coming in at 6’5 and 235 pounds ....accompanied by Vampira .....The King of Goths .... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!!!

Tucker: The winner of this match will advance to face Donzig, which I am not sure is much of a prize.

Fulton: Oh, no. I think Armand has Donzig off his game, plus whatever his other group of friends is up to. Donzig is surrounded by enemies.

Torchwood: This is about a chance to win the richest prize in the W:UK, lads. And these two men have no love lost with the man who is awaits the winner at Battle of Britain, Armand Von Krauss.

Goth and Wentzel stare down as the referee calls for the bell, and they waste no time in firing off rapid fire punches that rock them both. The fans cheer, and Goth is soon getting in most of the blows before he grabs Wentzel around the waist to go for a suplex! But Jakie grabs him as well, wrapping his arms around Goth’s body with a squeeze of his arms.

Torchwood: Nice reversal by Wentzel!

Tucker: Goth is struggling to get his arms free, but Wentzel tightens his arms!

The Mennonite Mangler tightens his grip, and Goth snarls before Wentzel barrels into the corner with a brutal slam! The fans cheer, and Goth stumbles forward before Wentzel grabs him again to shove him back inside.

Corner Knee! Corner Knee! And another!

Fulton: Wentzel is battering away at Goth, not letting him get any distance!

Torchwood: Not a bad strategy, but Jakie needs to be careful! Goth is not to be toyed with!

Double Arm DDT!

The fans give a mixed cheer, and Wentzel glares at Vampira before he drops down. He jams his fingers inside of his mouth, locking on the mandible claw as he leans in. Howling for Goth to ‘REPENT!’

Tucker: Wentzel wasting no time in going for the kill!

But Goth’s hand snaps up, and he drives a thumb right into Jakie’s eye! The ref yells, but the hold is broken as Jakie grabs at his eye as Goth grabs his head to drive it into the mat!

KOJI CLUTCH!

Torchwood: Goth going for a submission of his own!

Fulton: Wentzel needs to figure a way out of that one before damage is done!

Jakie rolls into the move, pressing back against Goth to force him onto his back. The ref goes for the count, and the fans are eating it up!

1….

2….

….

Goth breaks the hold! Wentzel rolls off, grabbing at his throat as he coughs before he drags himself upwards.

Tucker: That looks to have taken some of the wind out of Wentzel’s sails!

Goth waits for Jakie to rise, and then his the Northern Lights bridging into a pin as the arena is on their feet once more! The ref dives for the count!

Torchwood: Pin attempt in the early going from Goth!

1…

2….

KICKOUT!

The fans are going wild, and Goth glares at the ref before he drags Wentzel back to his feet. The Dragon of W:UK snarls, and starts delivering chop after chop across the chest of the Mennonite Mangler, battering away at him as he drives him towards the corner. The fans are eating it up, and Wentzel is driven into the corner.

Goth hammers away at him, and then goes for a whip!

Tucker: Reversal by Wentzel!

Goth is driven hard into the corner, staggering out by caught by huge right and lefts from Wentzel. Then Jakie throws him at the ropes, hitting the Lou Thesz Press! Punches are hammered down on Goth, and the ref grabs at Jakie to pull him off.

Fulton: Wentzel is showing no fear! He is bringing the fight right back to Goth!

Torchwood: He is showing no mercy! I love the aggression in this one!

Jakie roars to his feet, screaming at the ref before he starts stomping and kicking at Goth. Then he drags him back to his feet, scooping him up before he runs at the ring post for a huge powerslam!

Tucker: Goth nearly broken in half! Vampira looks furious!

Fulton: That is my pick right there, Wentzel has alot of bad blood with Armand!

Wentzel goes for the cover, and the fans are stomping their feet!

1…

2…

Goth kicks out!

Wentzel tears at his beard, snarling at the ref as he hold up three fingers before he grabs for Goth once more. Ill intent on his mind, but Goth grabs his arm as he rolls him up locking on a choke hold!

Torchwood: Another reversal by Goth! The Dragon of W:UK reminding us all why he is a former world champion!

Jakie struggles, pushing forward as he tries to break the hold! And then he slowly rises, struggling to his feet as Goth tightens the hold as he rips at his arm! Then he drops Goth, powerbombing him against the ring! Then he does it again!

Goth comes free, rolling away as the fans cheer!

Fulton: Goth has this in the bag!

Torchwood: It does seem that way!

Tucker: What happened to Wentzel being the pick?

Fulton: Who?

Goth fires a punch into Wentzel’s face before he lifts him onto his shoulder, evil intent on his mind as he charges at the corner. Wentzel slides free, and grabs Goth to fire him at the ropes with a snarl. Goth comes off, and he is hit with a spinebuster!

Vampira is on the apron, screaming at Wentzel as the ref admonishes her. And the Mennonite Mangler stalks forward, clearly ready to tear her head off.

Tucker: Vampira interfering on behalf of her husband! Typical!

Torchwood: Lad! How dare you bemirch the reputation of Goth’s wife!

Fulton: Whoa! What is happening!

As if on cue, Goth’s weapon slides into the ring from nowhere to laid near his waiting hand. He grabs the club like instrument, and as Vampira is grabbing at the ref! He drives it hard into the stomach of the turning Wentzel, before cracking it across his back.

He flings it to the outside, grinning nastily as Vampira jumps down.

Tucker: This is disgusting!

Torchwood: He wants the richest price in the W:UK! Who cares what it costs!

Goth grabs Wentzel, hauling him upwards for the WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE!


COVER!

1….

2…

….

The ref is ripped from the ring, and a fist is driven into his face as the fans explode! Goth looks up, staring before his eyes narrow as his mouth moves in a whispered curse. Donzig grins at him as he stands over the ref, and Goth is on his feet.

Fulton: Goth was robbed! Someone call the King!

Torchwood: Indeed!

Goth is yelling now, and stalks forward to lean across the ropes as he levels a finger at Donzig. The Scourge grabs his foot, tearing him to the outside as the fans are going nuts in Boston as the pair start raining blows on each other. They are trading punches, brawling back and forth before Donzig flings him at the barricade!

EVENT HORIZON!

Tucker: Goth is down! The fans can’t believe this! What is Donzig doing?

Fulton: Donzig shit?

Donzig turns, and Vampira jumps on his back screaming and flailing as her hands claw at him. Donzig throws himself backwards, driving her against the side of the ring before he draws back a step as she rises!

EVENT HORIZON!

Wentzel is slowly rising, and his eyes narrow in fury as he starts to bellow at Donzig who slithers inside. Wentzel runs forward, and grabs at him to drive him towards the corner before Donzig spins around.

Wentzel comes forward, and is hit with the Black Mist! The fans are going berserk as Wentzel flails around, grabbing and wiping at his face before Donzig hits him with the 25:17!

Torchwood: This is insane! There are going to be fines for this!

Donzig laughs at Wentzel, leaning against the corner as referees run from the back calling for the bell! And he motions at Frank, who leans in listening to the ref before he shrugs.

Frank Salazar: It is the decision of the referees that this match is a NO CONTEST!

Donzig laughs as the fans jeer, and then he rolls to the outside. He shoves aside Frank as he grabs the mic, climbing atop the annonce desk as he grins wildly before he shrugs.

Donzig: And that means Armand is mine at Battle of Britain!

The fans cheer then, and the announce team is in chaos before ‘Money’ hits! Pink Floyd thunders across the arena, nearly drowning out the jeering fans as Mr. Blood emerges from the back with a furious scowl on his face.

He stares at the fans, and at the slowly stirring Goth and Wentzel before he points at the smirking Donzig.

Blood: You think you’re so smart don’t you! You know there are some insufferable people in this business! But you! But you! You’re the worst! You just think that Donzig can do whatever he wants, like you are God’s gift to wrestling don’t you! Just whatever you feel like doing!

Donzig: Have we met?

Blood: You know what? At Battle of Britain, it will be you and Armand!

Donzig: Good, good.

Blood: And Jakie Wentzel! And Psychotic Goth! IN A TABLES, LADDERS, and CHAIRS MATCH FOR THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!

Fulton: Guys, maybe we should back up Donzig doesn’t look at all happy!

Tucker: Blockbuster news here in Boston! These fans are going wild!

Meanwhile, Wentzel was leaning hard on the ropes in the corner as he glared at Goth and Donzig. He shakes his head, eyes narrowed as he slowly dragged himself to his feet.

Goth meanwhile helps Vampira up, leaning on his weapon as he stares at Donzig with murderous intent.

Torchwood: Goth and Wentzel are livid!

Donzig meanwhile stares at them, frowning slightly before he looks back across the ring at the smirking Blood.

Donzig: Have it your way, Blood.

The mic is flipped away, and Donzig stepped off the announce table before he disappears into the crowd. The fans are going wild, cheering and pointing as Donzig spreads his arms as he sneers at the other two.

[Mr. Blood]

Segment

‘Knock, Knock, Knock’

Katie Moss, looking as beautiful as ever, stands at a locker room door. On the door is a sign that reads “The High Roller” Wesley Crane. Nobody answers so she knocks again.

‘Knock Knock Knoc-’

The door opens and there stands the assistant to Wesley Crane, Henderson. Henderson is wearing his usual outfit. Brown pants, cheap dress shoes, and an off white short sleeved buttoned down shirt. He smiles as he sees Katie.

Henderson: “Hello, Miss Moss.”

Katie smiles.

Katie Moss: “Please, Henderson, call me Katie.”

Henderson: “Okay Miss Mos-... I mean, Katie.”

Katie Moss: “Much better. Is he here?”

Henderson: “Yes he is, come on in.”

Katie walks into Wesley’s lavage locker room. As always, it’s decked out with the finest things you can imagine. Italian leather furniture. Glass end stand tables. An 85 inch television hanging on the wall and of course, a fully stocked bar. Katie looks around, but Wesley is nowhere to be found.

Katie Moss: “I thought you said he was here…”

Henderson: “He is here-”

Wesley comes walking out from the bathroom. He has a towel wrapped around his waist. As soon as Katie sees him, she blushes and turns her head away from him. He gets a cocky grin across his face as he walks to the bar and pours himself a drink.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Katie, Katie, Katie, no need to be so shy. Does the human body scare you?”

Katie Moss: “Well, no, it doesn’t… but it’s inappropriate for me to interview you while you’re in nothing more than a towel.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Okay, how about this, I’ll pour you a drink and then I’ll go get some pants on.”

Katie Moss: “Just like I tell you all the time, I’m still working. I’m not allowed to drink while I work.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What a sexist thing by Wrestle:UK. I drink while I’m on the clock all the time and no one bats an eye. You do it and it could cost you your job? I should report this to HR.”

Katie shakes her head in disapproval.

Katie Moss: “No need to contact HR. How about you get some pants on and then I can interview you about your win tonight.”

Wesley pounds his drink and then places the glass on the bar.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Alright, you stay here with Henderson and I’ll be right back.”

Wesley disappears back into the bathroom. Katie looks at Henderson who has a huge smile on his face.

Henderson: “You know he has a thing for you, right?”

Katie blushes again.

Katie Moss: “You know he’s a pig, right?”

Henderson: “It’s a big night for him.”

Katie Moss: “Indeed it is. I look forward to this interview.”

Wesley steps out from the bathroom. He’s wearing black designer workout pants and a plum colored designer tank top. Even in workout clothes, Wesley looks like a million dollars. He walks directly to the bar and pours himself another drink. He then walks over to the sofa and takes a seat on the arm of the sofa.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Okay, is this better?”

Katie Moss: “Yes, very much so, thank you.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What a night, huh?”

Katie Moss: “Yeah, it was a huge night for you. You won the fatal fourway and now you’re the last person to enter the Battle of Britain match at the PPV. How are you feeling after such a hard fought match?”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I feel fan-fucking-tastic, Katie. Wesley Crane went out there and did exactly what he said he was going to do… kick ass… and if you ask me, I did it pretty easily too.”

Katie looks shocked by his answer.

Katie Moss: “Pretty easily? That was one of the hardest fought battles we’ve had in Wrestle:UK. There’s talk of this match being THE match of the entire show.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Of course it was the match of the night. Anytime Wesley Crane is in a match, it’s the match of the night. That’s what happens when you’re amazing at what you do. Katie, the entire match I had them right where I wanted them. Did you see how I manhandled Zolothach and Julianna DiMaria? Did you see how I outwrestled Kalmin Watts? How I outsmarted everyone in that match? Katie, the fact is, Wesley Crane equals ratings and ratings equals money and everybody knows Wesley Crane loves money!”

Katie Moss: “So now you’re the last entrant into the Battle of Britain match. How are you feeling about that? You’ve gotta be on cloud nine knowing you get to come out last.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Katie, it wouldn’t have mattered if I came out first or last. The fact is this, I’m better than everyone in that match and at Battle of Britain I will prove just how fucking good I am. Am I on cloud nine? Anytime I get to bitch slap my competition and show the world just how good I am is a cloud nine kind of day.”

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Henderson walks over to the door and opens it. There stands a beautiful brunette.

Henderson: “Uh, Mr. Crane doesn’t have any laundry to be dry cleaned. He’ll call you if that changes, goodbye.”

Quickly Henderson closes the door, hoping Katie Moss believes his story. She doesn’t and she shows that by rolling her eyes.

Katie Moss: “Well I’ll let you go, I have other interviews to take care of tonight.”

Wesley reaches his hand out and places it on Katie’s shoulder.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Oh come on, you don’t need to go.”

Katie doesn’t want to hear it. She can hear that Wesley has a thing for her but his actions obviously speak louder than words.

Katie Moss: “Yeah, I do.”

Wesley is now feeling rejected. His whole persona changes toward her.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Well babe, it’s been real and it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun. It’s probably best that you go… but don’t forget, while I hate to see you go, I sure as hell love to watch you leave.”

Katie is offended. She huffs and turns to walk away. Henderson holds the door open for her.

Henderson: “Miss Moss…”

Katie Moss: “Henderson…”

From inside the locker room you can hear Wesley yell…

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Henderson, I have clothes that need immediate attention.”

Henderson: “Yes, sir.”

Scene fades out.

Match: Billy Fowler vs. The Skulls of Grimm
If Fowler wins, he earns a WUK Heavyweight Title Match

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

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drownin', I, live by the river…

The fans in Boston are on their feet, going wild as the towering form of Billy Fowler storms from the back. He pauses on the ramp, throwing a fist in the air before he heads for the ring. He pulls himself upwards, then steps over the top rope as he storms back and forth. He tugs at his elbow pad, shaking his head as he glares up the ramp.

Frank Salazar: And now the following contest scheduled for one fall is a three on one handicap match! If Billy Fowler wins, he will earn a W:UK Championship match against Eddie Havok at Battle of Britain!

The fans roar approval!

Tucker: Fowler looks ready for business, he wants his championship back!

Fulton: This is ridiculous! Fowler gets chance after chance against our champion, and I am sick of it! Take the L, Fowler!

Torchwood: I don’t like Fowler’s chances. Three on one is rough odds!

Tucker: This is because Havok is afraid to face Fowler again! He has to hide behind his lackeys and Blood!
Fulton: That is a disgusting accusation!

Everyone's An Outlaw by Bryan Martin. Suddenly hit as red lights begin to flash violently to the drum beat. The ramp starts to flood with smoke. A figure appears in the entrance way; he extends both arms outwards as two kneeling figures rise from the smoke. A series of fireworks go off along the top of the entrance ramp. The light adjusts back to normal. Liam and Bill stand up and start to walk down the ramp. Jimmy slowly follows them.

Frank Salazar: ….introducing at this time; representing the Skulls of Grimm M.C.! …Liam O'Neil, Jimmy Ricks, & Bill Drake!!!

As they reach the ring, Drake & O'Neil slide into the ring and climb up the far-end turnbuckles. Jimmy enters the ring and stands in between the turnbuckles, raising his arms towards Liam & Bill. As the music dies down, the Skulls hand their leathers to the timekeeper before they gather together. A quick discussion, and Ricks looks to be set to start!

Fulton: See? Havok was so generous he didn’t demand this match was tornado rules!

Tucker: What? Are you serious?

Torchwood: Lads!

Ricks charges at Fowler, throwing hard punches at his side before he drives a few knees into his stomach. But the former Champ has enough, and grabs Ricks to fling him into the corner before he starts delivering a few stiff punches of his own. Ricks bounces with every blow, and then he rips from the corner to fling him at the ropes!

Ricks is levelled with a huge clothesline, and lands in a heap as Fowler stares down at him.

Torchwood: Fowler levels the big man with a huge clothesline!

Tucker: Cover by the Big Bastard!

1…

2…

….Ricks gets his shoulder up as the other Skulls come into the ring. The fans boo, and the ref waves his hands as Fowler lunges at Drake. Ricks chop blocks him from behind, and the Skulls laugh as Fowler drops!

Tucker: Here comes the numbers game!


Fulton: Fowler agreed to the match! This is what Fowler wanted! You want to blame someone? Blame his piece of shit Bastard friends for letting him do it!

Tucker: What?

Ricks grabs Fowler’s head, driving a few knees into his head and face before he makes the tag to Drake. Drake comes inside, battering his fists into Fowler’s ribs before he calls to O’Neil as he sets up for a reverse DDT!

Torchwood: Tandem offense from the Skulls!

Tucker: Numbers again!

O’Neil leaps to the turnbuckle, and then he comes off with a huge double stomp that Drake uses for the Reverse DDT! Fowler is down, and the fans boo as Drake drops an elbow before making the pin!

1…

2…

Tucker: Fowler kicks out!

Torchwood: The Strength of the Big Bastard is keeping him in this match against the odds!

Drake hauls Fowler up, shoving him into the corner. O’Neil and Ricks grab his arms, jerking them backwards as they lace them around the ropes. Fowler tries to get free but Drake drives a few knees into his body before he starts laying in loud chops as the Skulls mock the ref.

Tucker: Disgusting!

Fulton: The Skulls of Grimm are punishing Fowler even thinking to challenge Havok! And I love it!

Fowler rips his arms free with a roar, and he batters a massive elbow into O’Neil’s face! The fans explode as he falls from the ring, and Fowler grabs Ricks to shove him away before he charges out of the corner to plow down Drake!

Tucker: The First W:UK Champion is back in this!

Torchwood: The sheer size and power of Fowler make him a menace! But the Skulls have the numbers!

Fowler grabs Drake, and charges across the ring before dropping a thunderous Powerslam! Drake arches from the mat, and Fowler makes the cover as the fans chant his name!

1…

2….

O’Neil dives across the ring, dropping a double axe handle to break the pin!

Fulton: Nice save by O’Neil!

The fans boo, jeering as O’Neil drags Drake across the ring as Fowler climbs to his feet!

Torchwood: Tag from the Skulls! And O’Neil wastes no time, in charging at Fowler with a flurry of punches!

Fowler covers up as he steps back, and O’Neil rolls behind him going for the German Suplex. Fowler blocks, and the fans cheer as he rolls behind O’Neil, he ducks low!

PUMPHANDLE SLAM!

The fans cheer, and Fowler levels the oncoming Ricks with a huge boot! The ref is trying to regain control of the match as Ricks rolls to the outside, shaking his head as Drake tries to grab at Fowler.

Fulton: This referee’s bias is a crime! I hope Blood is watching this!

Tucker: You can’t be serious!

Fowler grabs Drake, and flings him across the top rope before he drags O’Neil to his feet. The man wobbles, and nearly falls before the Big Bastard hits him with a knee to the head before he motions for London Calling!

The fans are on the feet, and then groan as Drake dives inside to drive a shoulder into Fowler’s leg!

Tucker: Always the numbers! This is a disgrace! All of this to protect Havok!

Torchwood: Lad, the champ is not stupid! He doesn’t want to risk his title against Fowler for no reason!

Drake pulls O’Neil across the mat, and climbs over the ropes as he calls for the tag. O’Neil tags in Ricks, and the fans boo as the big man comes over the ropes to drive a big boot into the gut of the oncoming Fowler!

Suddenly, the fans are making a commotion cheering wildly! The Skulls look up, and their eyes widen as they see Kira Izumi, Yuki Sakaraba, and James Raymond coming through the parting fans. Kira frowns angrily at the Skulls, and points.

Tucker: Kira Izumi has not forgotten what the Skulls did to him in Australia! And he has brought UZUMAKI to even the score!

Fulton: This is criminal! This is blatant interference! They do not even go here! This is not a JROK ring!

The Skulls leap from the ring, calling angrily at Uzumaki. Drake shoves aside some fans, grabbing a chair as he heads for the barricade as Kira calls him onward. And O’Neil rolls from inside the ring, and the six men are throwing down as the ref calls for order!

Torchwood: This is chaos! Fowler looks on as Uzumaki and the Skulls brawl on the outside!

During all of this, Havok charges down the ramp with a steel chair in hands as he comes to his feet, He slams the chair against the mat, and runs at Fowler who turns around at the last minute to drive a big boot into Havok’s face just under the chair!

Fulton: No! Not the champ!

Fowler grabs Havok, shaking his head before hitting London Calling on the chair! Havok arches his back, grabbing at it as he rolls around in pain. He batters his fists against the mat, shaking his head as he tries to rise before he falls from the ring.

Kira drops Drake down across the edge of the apron on his face, and then flings him inside to Fowler! Then he runs to grab at the rising Havok, wasting no time in throwing him against the barricade!

Tucker: The referee rolls back to the inside, and the fans are losing their minds in Boston!

Fowler jerks Drake upwards!

LONDON CALLING!

James Raymond shoves the ref inside, yelling at him as Fowler makes the cover.

1….

2…

….

…..

THREE!

Fulton: No! This is travesty!

Tucker: Fowler did it! Fowler did it!

Drake rolled to the outside, shaking his head as he dragged Havok away from Kira as the Skulls headed for the ramp. Fowler grabbed the chair from the ring, and slide to the outside as he started after the Skulls and their leader.

Kira grabbed a mic, and he pointed at the four on the ramp.

Kira: You Skulls are pretty brave when you have the numbers! But let’s see what you’ll do at Battle of Britain. When it's three on three! Skulls of Grimm vs. UZUMAKI!

The fans explode, cheering wildly as they stomp angrily as Havok glares at Kira. Then he yells at the Skulls, shoving at them as he turns his anger on Fowler who smirks at him.

Tucker: Oh, my god! Another huge match for Battle of Britain! Uzumaki vs. the Skulls of Grimm in a six man tag!

Torchwood: Havok is livid!

Fulton: Why shouldn’t he be! Fowler cheated, he found a way around Blood’s orders!

Tucker: Blood said no Bastards!

[Mr. Blood]

Segment

Blood is scowling as he walks down the hall in the back, then he pauses as his phone rings. He digs into his pocket, holding up a hand to stall the approaching Rude. He turns but you can hear his voice as he speaks into it.

A faint forced smile on his lips.

Blood: No, no, perfect time. Have you looked over the contract?

A finger lifted to pause Rude, Blood nodded.

Blood: Yes, I am sure we can hammer out the details in London. Of course, anytime.

Blood hit the button, and he scowled at Rude. Archie shrugged, and lifted his mic.

Rude: What was that all about?

Blood: Maybe I am working on signing one of the biggest names on the XHF Network.

Rude: What? Who?

Blood: I guess you will have to wait and see. Now what do you want?

Rude arched a brow, and then tugged at his jacket before he lifted the mic.

Rude: We know who is entering the Battle of Britain at number twenty, but who is entering first?

Blood paused, and then an evil grin spread over his face as he tugged on his lapels.

Blood: The Baroness of Donzig-gun, Lady Sinclair Godfrey.

Rude’s eyes widened, and then Blood brushed past him with a smirk.

Match: Eron Hunter vs. Rob Riot

WUK Commonwealth Championship

The fans are on their feet as the song heralds the arrival of the one and only Rob Riot. He walks from the back, smirking at the fans before he pauses to gesture at his waist around which is wrapped the W:UK Tag Team Title.

Fulton: Rob Riot out here looking to be the first W:UK double champion!

Torchwood: I can’t stand any of them, but W:UK has belonged to the Bastards since it’s first show!

Tucker: These fans in Boston are on their feet for Riot, and I for one can’t wait for this match!

They eat it up, and he heads down the ramp before he climbs inside the ring with a nod to Frank.

Frank Salazar: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the W:UK Commonwealth Title! Entering the ring first he is one half of the W:UK Tag Team Champions, he is a Bastard! From Manchester, England! ROB RIOT!

The fans cheer again, and Rob holds up the tag team title as he walks back and forth. His eyes focused on the ramp.



A shower of sparks, a few loud pops, and some fireworks that whistled into the air heralded the arrival of the Commonwealth Champion. And Eron Hunter swept from the back, his belt across his shoulder as he looked out across the fans. Then he lifted his chin in a nod to Riot, holding the belt high in both hands.

Then he headed down the ramp, exchanging a few fist bumps to the fans before he leapt onto the apron, he ducked between the ropes. And stepped forward to hold the belt high again.

Tucker: The only undefeated man in W:UK, and the reigning Commonwealth Champion is not backing down before Rob Riot!

Torchwood: These two had quite a war the last time they faced off!

Hunter handed off the belt to the referee, and then extended a fist to Riot. Rob looked down, and then slapped Hunter's fist away. The fans cheered, and Frank stepped forward.

Frank Salazar: His opponent, he is the reigning and defending W:UK Commonwealth Champion! Hailing from Sicily, Italy! ERON HUNTER!

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

The pair face off, circling slowly before Hunter fires a rapid series of kicks that drives Riot towards the corner. Hunter charges in smashing Riot against the turnbuckles before he runs back, clearly thinking of doing more damage!

He charges in, but Riot gets out of the way!

Tucker: Rob Riot out of the corner!

Riot grabs Hunter, bouncing his hed against the turnbuckle before he grabs him around the waist to drop him to the mat with a back drop! The fans give a mixed reaction, and Riot jerked him to his feet.

Torchwood: Rob Riot needs to keep control of this match, and use his size to his advantage! Hunter is a very dangerous man!

STANDING CODE BLUE!

Tucker: Hunter is down! These fans are urging the champ to get back in it!

Fulton: Boston am I right?

Riot dives for the cover!

1….

2…

Tucker: KICKOUT!

The fans cheer, and Riot shrugs as he rolls to his feet. He grabs for Hunter, but Hunter grabs at his ankle, and jerks him off his feet! Then he dives over, folding Riot in half for a pin! The fans give another mixed pop, and the ref goes for the count!

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Riot rolls to his feet, and Hunter snaps a kick across his face for his efforts. Riot staggers back, and Hunter nails a Shining Wizard!

Fulton: Hunter on the offensive!

Torchwood: Hunter’s strikes bringing him back into the fight!

Hunter drags Riot back to his feet, and throws him at the ropes! Riot snaps off, and rolls through to dodge a kick! The fans are stunned, and Hunter turns only to be caught for a Rolling Death Valley Driver!

Tucker: Riot trying to batter the champ!

Hunter wriggles free, and goes to launch Riot into the ropes!

REVERSE!

RUNNING DDT!

Torchwood: What an exchange! Hunter is pulling out all the spots!

Fulton: Didn’t have money to bribe the ref?

Torchwood: Whoa, lad!

Tucker: Get over it, Fulton!

The fans are stomping as both men are down, and the ref starts a ten count! The places going wild, and Riot drags himself up the ropes with a shake of his head at the six. Hunter kips up at the the seven, and the pair nod at each other as they face.

Riot moves in, and Hunter hits the dropkick! The fans cheer, and Riot drops back against the ropes before Hunter comes off the other side to drive a knee into his chest. Riot drops back again as more knees drive into his ribs. Then he flings the Bastard across the ring at the ropes, but Rob reverses! The fans gasp, and Hunter comes off before being leveled with a SuperKick!

Tucker: Hunter’s head was almost taken off!

Torchwood: This is what Riot has to do to win this match, lad! He needs to keep control of this match with big moves that take Hunter off balance!

Fulton: Ew, imagine if Riot was our first double champion!

Riot drops back, hooking Hunter’s leg out of nowhere to apply the Locking Clamp! He leans back, and Hunter shakes his head at the ref as he rolls from side to side as though looking for a break!

Torchwood: Brilliant move from Riot! Take away Hunter’s speed and strikes!

Tucker: Hunter needs to get out of this!

The fans are urging Hunter on, and finally he rolls over as he gets his free leg up! And he starts driving boots into Riot’s head, forcing him to break the hold! The fans pop, and Riot is on his feet as Hunter drags himself up.

Fulton: Shocked the ref didn’t hold the ropes for him!

Tucker: Did Long pay you to attack Hunter like this?

Hunter wobbles, and then staggers back before he fires off a kick! But Riot grabs his wounded leg, smirking before Hunter hits the Enziguri! The place explodes, and Riot drops as Hunter nearly falls before he stumbles forward.

Hunter leaps forward, coming off the ropes with a wince for a middle rope moonsault!

RIOT GETS HIS KNEES UP!

The fans groan, and Hunter rolls off grabbing at his ribs as Riot pulls himself up. He shakes his head, and then stalks forward to drag Hunter to his feet. He throws him at the ropes, and jerks him back to hit the EAT DEFEAT!

The fans give a mixed reaction, and Riot shrugs before makes the cover!

Torchwood: This is a back and forth war here in Boston, lads!

Fulton: I wouldn’t put it past Hunter to drop the belt to Riot to avoid Ronnie Long!

Tucker: Maybe Ronnie Long should worry about the wrath of the Queen of Pain, Julianna DiMaria!

Fulton: Hunter is probably dodging her too!

Riot makes the pin, and the fans count with the ref!

1…

2…

….

FOOT UNDER THE ROPES!

Torchwood: Look at the ring awareness from the champ! I can’t believe this!

Fans: FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER!

Tucker: This is a showcase of two great W:UK talents on the road to Battle of Britain!

Fulton: Where?

Torchwood: Lads!

Riot shakes his head at the ref, and then drags Hunter back to his feet before he delivers a few stiff forearms to his back. Then he scoops him up, laying him across his shoulders as he calls for the Riot Rack!

Torchwood: If Rob Riot hits this we have a new champion, lads!

Hunte flares to life, kicking and flailing before he manages to escape Riot! The fans are going wild, and Hunter nearly stumbles before he grabs Riot’s wrist to hit the Wrist Exploder Suplex!

The fans chant ‘W:UK! W:UK!’

Tucker: Hunter a little slow as he goes for the cover!

1..
2…

Torchwood: Riot kicks out!

Fulton: Neither man is backing down!

Hunter shakes his head, and then drags Riot back to his feet. He points at the ropes, and the fans are on their feet as he is going for the Rising Star Lariat! He runs at the ropes, and Riot hits the EAT DEFEAT on the rebound! The place is on their feet, and Riot shakes his head before he grabs Hunter.

Tucker: Riot going for the kill!

RIOT RACK!

The place explodes, and then…



The Brothers Gluck walked from the back, mocking Rob as they head down the ramp. A grinning Daeriq Damien follows behind them, clapping and smirking as the Glucks circle around the ring. They taunt Rob, and he frowns at them as he crouches down ready for a fight.

Tucker: The Brothers Gluck are out to ruin this match! This is disgusting!

Fulton: Whoa, whoa! Damien and the Brothers Gluck are just here scouting for the tag team title match!

Torchwood: This is about sending a message!

Eron Hunter pushes himself to his feet, glancing at the pair as he holds at his back. He shakes his head, shoving his hair back before he gives a nod to Riot. Riot grumbles, and the two look around as the Glucks take turns edging closer to the ring.

Damien pauses, and points at the Tron. And the fans boo as they see a forklift is parked in front of the door of the Bastards locker room, Sean Bean leading Little Ronnie in trying to move it as the door shakes under heavy blows.

The sounds of a yelling Fowler and cursing Windsor echoing down the hall, and security seems at a loss.

Riot frowns in the ring, and Hunter shrugs.

The ref is trying to get control of the situation, and the fans are furious!

Tucker: Someone needs to get that door open! Where’s security!

Ronnie Long suddenly charges from the crowd, diving into the ring to start hammering fists into the stunned Hunter! A heavy chain dangles from his fist where it is wrapped around his knuckles, and Hunter is down as he starts raining kicks on him!

The ref calls for the bell, and Riot charges past him to drive a boot into Ronnie Long! The place explodes, and Riot starts trading blows with him as the fans are not at all happy!

Torchwood: These fans are furious! And I don’t blame them!

The ref is knocked aside as the Glucks storm the ring, hammering away at Riot as they drag him off Long. They hold him by the arms as Long rises, and he wraps the chain around his fist before he drives a fist into the face of the Bastard!

The fans groan, and that blow is followed by three more! Blood runs down Riot’s face as the snarling Long stares at the blood covered chain, before he drives a boot into the side of Hunter. Damien laughs as he watches, applauding. He calls for a mic, but immediately hands it to Long.

Long: Let’s get something straight. Right now.

The Man Who Walks The Line stalls for a minute, absorbing the boos of the fans, spinning the chain dangling from his hand.

Long: If you think I’m going to let myself be robbed of a title match, and then sit at home quietly for a month… no. Not happening. Leaving me to sit was bad enough. But giving a title shot to the biggest piece of trash in this promotion? The man I’ve been a step ahead of ever since I walked through these doors. Well, you do that, you get what we got right here.

Long turns aside and delivers a vicious whip with the chain across Riot’s ribs. Riot covers up as best he can while the fans boo.

Long: But I’ve got a long time to deal with the big problem. We’ve got a smaller problem here. A small dog who thinks he’s a wolf. Wearing a gold belt that doesn’t fit him, that rightfully belongs to me anyway. Well, you know what you do to dogs that don’t behave themselves? You chain them up in the backyard!

This time he lashes Hunter with the chain.

Long: And that’s what I’m going to do to you, Eron Hunter. I’m going to chain you up in the backyard like a dog. At Battle of Britain? I’ll have my rematch for the Commonwealth Title. And it’ll be a dog collar match.

The Glucks laugh as Long drops the chain to reveal a dog collar hanging from it, and he kicks the chain and collar to Hunter before he jerks his head at the Brothers Gluck. Riot bleeding is hauled to his feet, and the fans jeer as Long smirks at him.

Long: And when The Brothers Gluck take the tag titles from you Bastards? W:UK will belong to The Foundation!

Long drops back. The Glucks switch their grip to Riot’s arms and double hip toss him so that he lands on Long’s shoulders, perfectly set up for an Extension Powerbomb! The fans boo, and Riot bleeding and battered falls to the mat beside the battered Hunter. Then Long points at Hunter, and the Glucks drag him upwards as well.

Fulton: Daeriq’s mercenaries taking Riot and Hunter apart! This is chaos!

Tucker: This is disgusting! They are very brave when it is three on two aren’t they!

The fans are booing, when suddenly Fowler, Sean Bean, and a chair wielding Windsor are running down the ramp. And inside the ring, the Glucks drop Hunter. Chapps launches himself over the ropes at Windsor, the chair in between them and the two are sprawled at ringside. Carlton intercepts Fowler as he slides into the ring, but Fowler gets up to his knees and then his feet, fighting back. Damien slides out of the ring as Kirsty McKinney appears out of nowhere, a pipe wrench in her hands. Hunter staggers, clearly trying to get back in the fight as all hell is breaking loose around him. Long looks around, and picks a target

WESTERN LARIAT!

Hunter is down, and Long turns to start trading blows with the enraged Sean Bean! Security starts running down the ramp, Blood yelling orders.

Torchwood: This is W:UK! I am Sir Arthur, and we are out of time!

Tucker: Join us at Battle of Britain, live on the XHF Network! Good night!