Battle of Los Angeles: WUK vs. HKW

[Mr. Blood]

The camera shows Kirsty Mascara in a dressing room.

Kirsty Mascara: Before I go to the ring to face Mickie Fury with my intent on putting a point on Wrestle: UK’s score., I’ve got something to say to Commandrix. There’s a lot of truth to me saying that you’ve been very quiet since challenging me to a match. It makes me wonder how much longer are you going to wait to say something. How much longer are you going to wait to commit to a date for said match? Or are you scared? Maybe you’re aware of the fact that I’m very focused on facing you and you’ve backed away and so refused to say anything else about me. I don’t want you to worry because I’ll make sure that you’re next. I hope that you watch what happens to Mickie Fury because everything that I do to her is a message just for you.

Kirsty Mascara smiles as the camera fades.

Segment

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira surrounded my what looks like green and red mists. Vampira has her arms crossed as they look out at the ringsiders.)

Vampira: "Tonight Team Hardkore World shall learn what it's like to invade 'The King of the Goths' home as Team Wrestle: UK shall eliminate you one by one until you are hanging your heads in shame."

Psychotic Goth: "Team Hardkore World. Team Hardkore World. You were once my home many yeas ago when I began my career. I was happy and content until Syberus took over by defeating Jonnie Valentine and then I lost my home in Hardkore World."

(He roars in an ancient dialect as the ringsiders roar with him.)

Psychotic Goth: "I was a nomad. An exile wandering from place to place until I found SWAT and I was once again happy and I vowed to make sure my home wasn't disturbed by doing everything necessary to defend it and I did."

(Psychotic Goth pauses.)

Psychotic Goth: "Then Mr. Blood took over to make SWAT into Wrestle: UK and I was assured that my home would be preserved and I personally vowed to make sure I defend it with my blood if necessary."

(He roars like a berserker as does the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "So when Hardkore World dared to invade my home I made good with my vow to defend my home. This is my kingdom and Team Hardkore World dared to disturb it. The lead bitch in this incursion is you Kalmin Watts. You happy that you and Jordon got your loans paid off after you stabbed your promotion in the back."

(Psychotic Goth hisses like a snake.)

Psychotic Goth: "You know what they say about payback being a bitch. You and team Hardkore World shall be getting a taste of our wrath and it shall be quite extreme and violent. Team Hardkore World shall be shown no mercy when we get through with you."

(He roars in an ancient dialect as the ringsiders roar.)

Psychotic Goth: "You should have stayed in Hardkore World where you can experience how it feels to be betrayed by the roster after you show how much of a loser you are. Yet you return to Wrestle: UK and you shall never be wanted or greeted ever again. You shall be shunned for your backstabbing ways."

(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect as the ringsiders roar.)

Psychotic Goth: "Look at the losers you are teamed with. You have a cosplaying Penguin wannabe named Tuxedo Mask who thinks he's a romantic lothario. Yes he's a former champion and that's why he was chosen to make you look good or maybe he was chosen to help cover your ass."

(He laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "So you also recruited someone who looks like Michael Maddox and since you needed someone who is tall enough to hide behind in Ruben Bowman. I guess he's meant to bore Team Wrestle: UK and the ringsiders with his awful literary skills. Then there's that other loser you recruited just to fill out your team of misfit losers.)

(Psychotic Goth laughs sadistically as he caresses his purple velvet bag.)

Psychotic Goth: "Do not worry you each shall be gifted as each of Team Wrestle: UK shall be given a gift to be presented to each and every one of you. I'm sure you shall enjoy what I gave you since it came from my dark and twisted mind. Everyone in Hardkore World knows what I'm capable of creating and doing in the name of bloodshed. Oh there shall be quite a bit of blood especially when Team Wrestle: UK shall be committing bloodshed in defense of our home."

(He roars like a berserker as the ringsiders roar.)

Psychotic Goth: "Would you like to also put your ten thousand dollar challenge on the line during the match Kalmin. I'm sure you would love nothing more than give any of Team Wrestle: UK the money when they counter or escape it. You better make sure the check doesn't bounce or you make excuses to refuse payment when your challenge is accepted and the opponent breaks your hold."

(Psychotic Goth laughs evilly.)

Psychotic Goth: "So make sure your money is good or you may find yourself with a target on your back. It's going to be like a huge bounty like say ten thousand dollars plus."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Team Hardkore World you shall see who is truly hardcore and it's Team Wrestle: UK. You shall see that nobody and I mean nobody invades the 'King of the Goths' homeland and leaves without paying a price. You shall pay Team Hardkore World. You shall pay a high price and your shame shall be coming to the full. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make this vow come true."

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

Match: Mascara vs. Fury

‘Queen of the Night’ by Whitney Houston blasts across the arena, and Mickie Fury walks from the back. She fires off a few kicks, and poses on the ramp before heading for the ring with a few high fives to the fans.

Tucker: Mickie Fury said some bold words before this match, but let’s see if she can back them up.

Fulton: You sound a little salty this evening, Jeremy.

Tucker: HKW invaded two of our shows, they declared war on W:UK! And now they act like they are the good guys.

Torchwood: Don’t take it so personal, lad. It’s just business.

Mickie Fury steps into the rings, dancing a few moves before firing off a few more kicks before she stops to glare at the ramp. She yells a challenge, pacing back and forth before Frank steps forward with the mic.

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, representing Hardkore World from Los Angeles, California! This is Mickie Fury!

The fans cheer, and Fury throws a fist into the air.

Then a flash of pyros, and ‘Dirty Little Secret’ hits as Kirsty Mascara emerges from the back, Olympia following behind her as she paused at the top of the ramp. She shook her head at the ring, frowning before she headed for the ring. She climbed the ring stairs, stepping under the rope before she stepped closer to Fury.

Fury called her onward, and the ref stepped between them.

Frank Salazar: Her opponent, representing Wrestle: UK! Accompanied to the ring by Olympia! From Los Angeles, California! She is the Entity! Kirsty Mascara!

The fans cheer, and Mascara smirks as she checks the tape on her wrists. The ref calls for the bell, and Fury comes in with a flurry of kicks that rocks the Entity back towards the ropes. Mascara is battered in the ribs, and Fury grabs for her hair. But the Entity grabs her wrists, and shoves her back before she hooks her leg as Fury fires off another kick.

Torchwood: Mascara using Fury’s eagerness to her own advantage! I like it!

Tucker: Fury may be in trouble!

Mascara uses the leg to fling Fury into the corner. And then she starts battering away at Fury with hard elbows and forearms across her face and head before she flings her across the ring with a handful of hair.

Fulton: Mascara showing a mean streak here tonight!

Tucker: Mascara is sending a message to Fury, and the rest of the HKW!

Dropkick to the back of Fury!

Torchwood: Fury is in trouble here in the early going, lads!

Mascara goes for the pin, and the fans count!

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Fulton: Fury with the kickout!

Mascara backs off, and Fury twists to snap a kick across her head. Then she grabs her arm, yanking her off balance as she hooks her arm in an armbar! The fans groan, and Mascara twists for the ropes as Fury arches her back to tighten the hold!

Tucker: Fury showing some fire!

Mascara grabs the ropes, and the ref calls for the count! Fury holds until the four, and then rolls to her feet. She grabs Mascara as she rises, and flings her at the ropes! Fury hits the crossbody, and the fans cheer at the display!

Fury with the pin!

1…

KICKOUT

Fulton: That was a close one!

Tucker: Fury needs to keep this pace!

Fury drags Mascara to her feet, and she flings Kirsty at the corner. But the Entity grabs the ropes, and leaps onto the turnbuckle before she leaps off with a shrug. Her legs hooking around Fury’s head, and she plants her with a Hurricarana!

Torchwood: Speed and deadly precision on display from the Entity!

Fury staggers to her feet, and starts to turn with her fists at the ready. But Mascara is too fast as she locks her hands behind her head.

SECRET DROP!

The fans explode, and Fury is in a heap as Mascara makes the pin!

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2…

THREE!

Frank Salazar: Your winner, ‘the Entity’ Kirsty Mascara!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Ten Man Elimination
Team WUK Team WUK (Wentzel, Blaque, Goth, Rage, & Cage) Vs. Team HKW (Tuxedo Mask, Watts, Drake, Stein, & Ruben)

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the Ten Man Elimination Match!



The fans pop, and Ruben Bowman stomps out first with an HKW flag held in the air. He waves it around violently as the rest of his team walks out behind him. They glare at each other, and then Drake shoulders past them with a shake of his head. Watts nodded as he listened to AJ before he headed after Drake.

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time Kalmin Watts, Ruben Bowman, Dan Stein, Tuxedo Mask and Gavin Drake! This is Team: HKW!

Fulton: Look at that traitor, Watts! This is the WUK British TV champion standing with HKW!

Tucker: That is Mister Blood’s fault, I don’t think anyone even asked Watts.

Torchwood: Gavin Drake looks furious.

Fulton: He’s always furious!

The five get in the ring, and Drake argues with Stein about who will start it seems. Tuxedo Mask tries to reason with the two, and Watts watches with a frown.



The fans pop as the lights go back to the ramp as Goth charges from the back, a WUK banner held over his head as he stops on the ramp as it sways behind him. The Von Krauss follow after him, staring at the ring with narrowed eyes.

Rage and Cage come out last, clearly not impressed with the rest of their team it seems. They head for the ring, and Goth flings the banner inside before he slithers in after it. Wentzel and Blaque follow after him, Wentzel calling Drake onward.

Rage and Cage stand on the apron, shaking their heads.

Frank Salazar: Their opponents! They are Team WUK! Psychotic Goth, Jakie Wentzel, Adrienne Blaque, Wesley Rage, and Nick Cage!

Tucker: Rage and Cage are insufferable!

Fulton: How dare you!

Torchwood: Blood was wise to fill his team with tag teams, they already seem to have alot of teamwork compared to HKW!

Dan Stein stands in the ring, looking ready to start for Team HKW much to the disgust of Drake. And Blaque smirks as she walks forward, motioning for him to bring it on. The fans cheer, and the ref calls for the bell.

Drake tags Stein, and the Punisher stares in disbelief.

Tucker: Stein doesn’t look happy at all!

Fulton: I don’t think the Empty Hand cares.

Blaque smirks, starting to say something before Drake moves suddenly!

SPEAR!

The fans explode, and Blaque is broken in half as Drake roars to the fans.

Torchwood: Dear God! Blaque is broken in two!

Fulton: I guess he is still mad about Scotland.

Drake rips Blaque to her feet, and he glares as he throws her across his shoulders!

REIGNMAKER!

The fans cheer, and Drake makes the pin.

1…

2…

….THREE!

Frank Salazar: Adrienne Blaque has been eliminated!

Jakie Wentzel charges through the ropes at Drake who delivers a hard blow across his face. Jakie staggers, and Drake grabs him with a snarl before he lifts him into the air.

SECOND IMPACT!

Tucker: The Empty Hand showing no mercy tonight!

Fulton: Drake is out for blood!

Pin!

1…

2…

Drake rips Wentzel’s shoulders from the mat, shaking his head at the ref. Then he hauls him upwards, and the fans are going wild.

Tucker: Is everyone in Donzig-gun an arrogant prick?

Torchwood: Aye, lad.

REIGNMAKER!

The fans cheer, and Drake glares as he makes the pin.

1…

2…

THREE!

Frank Salazar: Jakie Wentzel has been eliminated!

Fulton: Team WUK in trouble now!

Tucker: Gavin Drake on a rampage in LA!

Psychotic Goth steps through the ropes, and he flashes an evil smile as he nods at Drake. Then the Dragon of WUK steps forward, locking up with the Son of the Conqueror. The pair push back and forth, and then Drake shoves him towards the HKW corner.

Tucker: Goth in enemy territory!

Goth hits the ropes, and the ref calls for the break. Drake backs off, and Stein makes the tag!

Fulton: Oh, my god! Dan Stein just tagged himself in!

Drake glares at Stein, eyes narrowed before he steps from the ring with a shake of his head. Stein and Goth face off, and the Punisher starts firing off stiff punches that rock Goth backwards. Then he goes to whip him into the corner, but Goth reverses before driving a huge clothesline across the throat of the HKW tag team champion!

Tucker: He almost took his head off!

Torchwood: Psychotic Goth can turn a match in an instant!

The Dragon of WUK grabs at Stein, locking on a kimura! The fans are cheering him on, and Stein howls as he tries to break free as he pushes forward. But the King of all Goths wrenches on his arm, back arching as he tightens the hold! Stein grabs for the ropes and the ref calls for a break.

He rolls to his feet, holding his arm before he limps back to his feet. Goth hits him with a boot to the stomach, and hits a huge DDT! The fans explode, and Goth makes the pin!

1…

2…

Stein kicks out!

Fulton: Close!

Stein rolls over, still favoring his arm as he dives across the ring to make the tag to Bowman!

Bowman comes inside, and starts dropping punches on Goth. He flings him at the ropes, and Goth catches him with a crossbody! The fans explode, and Goth starts stomping away at Bowman tearing his arm upwards as his foot keeps crashing down. Then he draws back, shaking his head as he waits for him to rise!

Tucker: Goth with no mercy!

Torchwood: Lightning offense from the former Two Kingdoms Champion!

Fulton: Word on the street is he has been granted a rematch at the March PREMIUM LIVE EVENT St. Patrick’s Day Massacre from Belfast!

Tucker: Nice.

Goth grabs Bowman, and drops him with a German, then another, and then a third! The fans go wild, as he leaps onto the turnbuckle!

THE PURGATORY PLUNGE!

Goth makes the pin!

1…

2…

Stein breaks the pin! The fans boo, and Stein smirks at Goth as he makes his way from the ring. Goth charges after him, battering away at him with punches and kicks before he flings him through the ropes! The fans cheer, and Goth stares before he dives between the ropes to slam Stein into the barricade!

Tucker: Goth enraged!

Torchwood: This match is breaking down!

Bowman is heading for his corner, and Cage leaps across the ropes to grab his foot. Dragging him away, before Bowman rolls over to drive a boot into his face! The fans cheer, and Cage staggers back. Bowman flings him at the ropes, nailing the Poetry in Motion!

Fulton: Cage! No!

Rage comes to the inside, ignoring the ref as he charges at Bowman. Bowman fires off a few punches, and flings Rage at the ropes going for the Big Boot! Rage ducks under, and comes up behind looking for a suplex!

But Bowman is too big, and he spins around to launch Rage with a suplex of his own!

Goth is back in the ring, and Cage is on his feet.

Gavin Drake charges across the ring, and goes for the Spear! But Goth steps aside, and he nails Bowman!
Fulton: Friendly fire!

Tucker: I think Drake did that on purpose! There is a history of bad blood between him and Bowman!

Fulton: How dare you!

Goth leaps to the ropes, and hits another Purgatory Plunge on Bowman!


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2…

THREE!

Frank Salazar: Ruben Bowman has been eliminated!

Tucker: Team WUK back in this!

Tuxedo Mask comes over the ropes, and he charges at Goth delivering punch after punch before he flings him at the ropes! Goth hits the middle rope, and Mask hits the ropes to launch himself across the ring!

619!

The fans explode, and Goth sprawls as Tuxedo makes the cover.

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Torchwood: Tuxedo Mask unloading on Goth!

Tucker: Using speed to get Goth off balance!

Goth comes to his feet, shaking his head before Tux hits a snap suplex! Then he leaps onto the ropes, and dives off with a split legged moonsault! The fans groan, and he makes the cover!

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2…

KICKOUT!

Tucker: Goth not giving up!

Goth shoves Mask off, shaking his head before he starts to head for his corner. Tuxedo Mask follows, and grabs for Goth only to be leveled with a clothesline! Both men are down, and they crawl for their corners.

Goth makes the tag!

Rage comes inside as Mask reaches for Watts, and he drags him back before locking on the Revolution!

Tux grabs for the ropes, struggling to get free but them taps!

The fans cheer, and Rage grins.

Frank Salazar: Tuxedo Mask has been eliminated!

Rage grin fades as Watts comes in the ring, and he starts to back up only to be caught with a belly to back suplex! The fans cheer, and Watts waits for him to rise before he goes for another! The fans are loving it, and Rages grabs at his back as he crawls for his corner.

Tucker: Rage wants no part of the British TV Champion!

Fulton: The traitor! Benedict Watts!

Torchwood: You know in Britain he is a hero.

Rage makes the tag to his brother, who comes inside with a grin. Then he stops and stares at Watts, starting to back up.

Watts charges in, grabbing Cage to fling him at the ropes before hitting a thunderous Spinebuster! The fans explode, and Cage rolls around in pain before Watts drags him back to his feet for another suplex, then another! He glares at Rage, and then he flings Cage at the corner.

He charges in with a huge shoulder, and then Stein tags himself in!

Watts gapes, and Stein smirks as he steps through the ropes to grab Cage.

Tucker: Kalmin Watts didn’t like that.

Fulton: Because he can’t get in his hot dogging and showboating!

The fans jeer as Stein stalks after Cage who crawls across the ring, and then he dives as Stein grabs for his ankle! TAG TO GOTH!

Torchwood: Dan Stein is in trouble!

Goth steps into the ring, and he glares at Stein before he starts to back up. And then Goth leaps on him, dropping him to the mat with mounted punches as he batters away at his head and face. The fans are cheering, and Goth drags Stein to his feet before he drops him with a German and then another!

A Third!

Stein staggers to his feet, and Goth grabs him to lock on the Koji Clutch! Stein flails and he grabs for Goth before he starts to fade.

The ref calls for the break, shaking his head before he pushes Goth off.

Frank Salazar: Dan Stein has been eliminated!

Goth comes to his feet, and Drake charges across the ring with a spear! The fans groan, and Drake hauls Goth upwards to fling him across his shoulders.

Tucker: The Reignmaker!

Fulton: Goth is in trouble!

Cage makes a blind tag, and Drake levels Goth! He makes the pin, and the fans cheer before the ref waves him off and points at Cage. Drake’s eyes narrow, flinging Goth from the ring as he rises to grab Cage.

Torchwood: Cage has earned the wrath of the Empty Hand!

Fulton: Cage! No!

Cage is flung inside of the ring, and Drake stalks after him with a glare. He shakes his head, grabbing him by the throat to haul him upwards again. He throws him at the ropes, and hits a huge clothesline before he storms back and forth. His hands in the air, and Rage leaps down to grab a chair flinging at his brother.

Tucker: What is Rage doing!

Rage yells for the ref, acting like he is going inside as he waves his arms. The ref argues with him, and Cage grabs the chair to crack it against the back of Gavin Drake! The Empty Hand freezes, turning slowly to rip the chair from Cage’s hand.

But Cage drops to the ground with a scream, and Rage points and yells!

Fulton: Genius! Genius!

The referee stares, shaking his head before he points at Cage. He waves his hands, and then calls for the bell! The fans jeer, and Drake stares before the ref points again.

Frank Salazar: Gavin Drake has been eliminated by DQ!


The fans are going wild, and Drake grabs the referee to deliver another Reignmaker! The place explodes, and then he turns his ire on the rising Cage who he flings at the ropes!

CLAYMORE!

Tucker: The Empty Hand is on a rampage!

Fulton: Donzig-gun has to Donzig-gun!

Torchwood: Cage is broken in half!

Wes Rage looks around, eyes wide as Drake storms across the ring to fling him inside. And then he buries a boot in his stomach before lifting him high!

SECOND IMPACT!

Fulton: There should be fines!

Drake nods at Watts, and then he steps from the ring with a scowl at the rising Goth. Watts steps inside, and shrugs to AJ as Rage rolls to the outside. Cage is staggering to his feet, holding at his ribs before Watts hits him with the TACKLE!

Tucker: It is a long night for Honest Nic Cage here in Los Angeles!

Torchwood: Aye, lad.

Watts locks on the Sooner Squeeze, and the fans explode as Cage grabs for the ropes! Then he taps out, and the place goes wild.

Frank Salazar: Nic Cage has been eliminated!

Goth is back in the ring, and the fans cheer as he faces off with Watts. The two lock up, and they push back and forth before Watts pushes him towards the ropes. Then he steps back, driving hard knees into chest and stomach before he breaks free. Belly to belly suplex!

Fulton: Benedict Watts putting on a display!

Tucker: Would you stop!

Goth shakes his head, coming to his feet before Watts grabs him once more. He fires him at the ropes, and delivers the Oklahoma Hammer! Goth is down again, and the fans are cheering Watts on as he rolls over Goth for the pin.

1…

2….

RAGE BREAKS THE PIN!

Torchwood: Rage saves the day for Team WUK!

Watts glares at Rage, and lunges from him. But Goth grabs him dropping him with a German Suplex, and the fans are jeering as Goth stalks forward waiting for Watts to rise.

But then the mat seems to shift and bulge, twisting and writhing before a rag wrapped hand emerges from it. Then those rough burlap wrapped fingers coil around that ankle, and Goth is yanked off balance as he is dragged towards the hole as a masked scarecrow like visage stares from the hole.

Fulton: WHAT IS THAT!? WHAT IS THAT?!


Tucker: Is that Mister Jinx?!?!

Torchwood: Goth is being dragged under!

The fans are going wild as Goth is ripped through the hole, and the ref gapes before he turns as Rage storms inside of the ring. He starts dropping knees and kicks at the rising Watts, battering away at him. Watts shoves him back, and Rage hits the ropes before he comes off with #RESIST!

Fulton: I hear Rage has a metal plate in his arm.

Tucker: Are you insane?

Fulton: Dead serious.

Watts drops, and Rage makes the cover!

1…

2…

WATTS KICKS OUT!

The fans explode, and the ref holds up two fingers as Rage stares at him in surprise. Then he shoves the ref back, and avoiding the hole in the ring he grabs Watts to pull him back to his feet. The Woke One goes for the Fall of Fascim, but Watts flares back to life wrapping his arms around him to drop Rage with another hard suplex!


Torchwood: Watts is a power house!

Rage staggers to his feet, shaking his head before he turns to be leveled with the TACKLE!

SOONER SQUEEZE!

Tucker: Watts has him on the mat! This could be over!

Tap! TAP! TAP!


The fans explode, and Rage rolls from the ring grabbing at his ribs.

Frank Salazar: WESLEY RAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

The ref looks around, and then Goth is flung from the hole. That terrifying visage can be glimpsed again, then vanishes as Goth rises with a confused look as he wipes at his face which is now bleeding. Then he staggers forward, but Watts drives boot into his stomach before he nails a piledriver!

The fans groan, and Watts makes the cover with watchful eyes on the ragged hole!

1…

2…

….

THREE!

Frank Salazar: Psychotic Goth has been eliminated!
Fulton: This fucking Judas just robbed Team WUK!


Torchwood: Lad! Lad!

Tucker: Judas?

Fulton: He is league with that scarecrow! This is shit!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Armand Von Krauss vs. Cross Recoba

Tucker: Welcome back to Battleground Los Angeles folks!

Torchwood: Not sure I’m as happy as you to be here, but it’s a gig nonetheless.

Fulton: Don’t act like this is your first time Tuck, nobody likes an eager beaver.

Tucker: Jokes aside, the next match is one fans are eager to see. A battle of Cross versus Krauss, who will show to be the superior wrestler for their respective companies?

Fulton: Wow, so creative. Did you think that one up all on your own? (Rolls eyes) This is going to be a fight, let’s be blunt about that.

Torchwood:My money is on Recoba Cross. Armand may have done great things in the past but I ask, what has he done lately?

Tucker: Other than lead a charge against these invaders from Hardkore World?

Torchwood:Leader, follower, it’s a game of survival and every man is here to do just that tonight.

Frank Salazar: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing HardKore World proudly, coming all the way from Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in this evening at 230 pounds, the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of the XHF NETWORK'..... , 'THE FOX' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!

"My Name is Human" by Highly Suspect begins to play inside the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix necklace for luck with the other. The HCW Diamond title is draped over his shoulder. The crowd responds with a cavalcade of boos and jeers. Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he smiles cockily towards the audience. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and begins down the ramp still holding it high.

Torchwood:Full of confidence, I love it.

Fulton: When you see what the HKW crew did at the end of the last show, yeah I would be confident too.

Tucker: But confidence is only half of what it will take to end this one. Recoba must bring his best or it’ll be Von Krauss who proves to be the better wrestler when this one is over.

Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron and, with a wipe of his feet, slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to heckle and boo even louder. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.

Frank Salazar:Introducing the opposition, representing Wrestle:UK! (fans cheer) Coming from over seas in a little place known as Cologne, Germany! Weighing in earlier tonight at 245 pounds, the Patriarch of a wrestling family dynasty and referred to as ‘Daddy Krauss’ in niche circles… Here is — ARMAND VON KRAAAUUUUUSSS!!!

“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies slaps the speakers in the arena.

Fulton: Full on sprint to the ring? He’s going to blow himself up before this one begins!

Tucker: He doesn’t want to waste a moment as he takes to the ring like a tornado!

DING! DING! DING!

The bell sounds abruptly as Armand hits the ring like a train off its rails and goes straight for Cross. Exchanging blows back and forth as they leverage for an advantage, up against the ropes, turning one another with each step before ending up in a corner. Cross manages to slip under a haymaker and delivers swift knife-edge chops to the upper chest of Armand. Hooking the right arm over the top rope, Recoba steps up on the second rope and goes for a knee to his opponent’s face! Armand does his best to put his forearm up and blocks most of it, before shoving Cross off him. Armand comes out of the corner with a hellacious clothesline that takes them both to the mat!

Tucker: Armand gets all of that one and looks for a quick cover!

Torchwood:One and a half is all he gets. Serves him right.

Fulton: Doesn’t seem like Armand von Krauss’ style to try and end this early. I was expecting these two to go for the throat. Refund anyone?

Tucker: Hardly two minutes in here Fulton, give them time. The animosity between WUK and HKW has festered to the point of infection. Neither company satisfied with the results up until this point.

Torchwood: From Invasion to anarchy, gotta love it. To Fulton’s point though, if we don’t see these two inflict some punishment on one another - these fans and I will be majorly disappointed.

Armand pulls Cross up by the head and gutwrench suplexes him back down to the canvas. A moment is taken to admire his handy work before he places a boot to the face of Cross. A kick to the side of Cross sends him rolling towards the bottom rope. Recoba Cross rolls onto the apron and lingers for a moment before reaching for the middle rope to pull himself up. Armand comes running at him to deliver a knee! Cross side steps and uses the ropes to jump up, delivering a well placed kick to the neck and side of Armand’s face. The German staggers backwards holding his neck and turns away from his opponent, giving Recoba the time to ascend the nearest turnbuckle.

Tucker: Missile dropkick from Recoba Cross!

Torchwood:I think I saw Armand’s teeth fly into the front row!

Fulton: Just spit, but give them time, I’m sure some teeth will be missing before this one’s over.

Armand on his knees leaning on the middle rope facing the crowd. His precarious position leaves him open for Cross to launch himself over the top rope and leg drop Cross across the upper back! Cross sits out on the apron while Armand crumbles awkwardly to the outside floor. Only a mere inch in height difference and a 15 pound difference between them, the size advantage hardly meant much. Cross climbs to his feet and turns around on the apron, bouncing off the second rope and moonsaulting into the air with unbelievable height before crashing on top of Armand von Krauss as he turns around!

Torchwood: Showing he has that Michael Jordan gene and getting air!

Fulton: Only missing 6 rings.

Tucker: This war between Wrestle UK and HardKore World has strained the locker rooms of both companies. We have seen the animosity grow, leading up to what we have going on here tonight in the Battleground for Los Angeles.

Torchwood:Cross Recoba has an accomplishment list so long that it makes the constitution of America look short.

Fulton: But accomplishments aren’t what wins matches, it’s the drive. Armand best put that attitude in check or he’s going to find out why Cross has been so dominant in his career.

Recoba lifts his opponent up and Irish whips Armand towards the steel steps, reversed! Krauss pulls Recoba towards him, back to the steps and snatches him up before driving him into the outside mat with a spine buster! The referee is demanding they return to the ring and starts the count out to hurry them along.

1!

2!

3!

Armand grabs the legs of Recoba and drops backwards to the floor, slingshotting Recoba head first into the steel post!

4!

5!

6!

Lifting Recoba up to the apron, Armand pushes him into the ring and proceeds up the steel steps to enter the ring himself. A swift stomp to the back of Cross and Armand picks him up once more.

Tucker: Von Krauss sets up Recoba for that trademark powerbomb spike piledriver, oh no, this could do it.

Torchwood:Up and away he goes! Where he lands, oh that’s right, it’s his head DOH! (Giving his best Homer Simpson impersonation)

Fulton: Hurricanrana reversal by Recoba!

Using his calves to grip the neck of Armand, Cross is fluid in his delivery and plants Von Krauss on his own head instead! Keeping his feet on the shoulders, Recoba reaches back and hooks the left leg for a pin attempt.

1!

2!

3–Kick Out!

Armand sends Cross a foot forward as he shoves him with force as he shoots the feet up. Saving the march at the last moment, with a near fall that leaves fans gasping. Hardkore World brought their A-game and Recoba is showing that. Cross runs to the ropes and rebounds to hit a European uppercut to the kneeling Armand!

Tucker: Von Krauss takes all of that one on the chin!

Torchwood:Now I think I see teeth flying.

Fulton: Nope, just sweat. It looked lethal from here, and fans are standing up as this may be it. Cross goes for the cover.



1!

2!

3–

Hand on the bottom rope from Armand stops the referee’s count!

Fulton: How did Armand know where he was? I swear I see the tweety birds flying around his head after that collision.

Tucker: It’s a veteran’s awareness to be mindful of his surroundings. But make no mistake about it, Armand is not looking good following that brutal uppercut.

Torchwood:And rolling out of the ring like a coward. Get up and fight Armand!

Armand shakes the cobwebs off as he lands on his feet and leans against the apron, back to the ring. Recoba bolts the distance of the ring in three steps before running straight for Armand and jumping between the middle and bottom rope with a baseball dropkick! Dodged! Armand side steps it at the last second and Recoba is sent flying through to the floor. Armand puts a finger to his head, showing the crowd he’s smarter than the average bear. A swift kick to the side of Cross Recoba is followed up with Armand lifting his opponent and rag dolls him with a hip toss into the barricade!

Tucker: Watch out ringside fans! That almost spilled into the crowd.

Torchwood:That would make a hockey player blush.

Fulton: Don’t get me started on Hockey, but you're right about that woody.

Tucker: Exchanging momentum as Armand von Krauss takes over and lays into Cross Recoba on the outside. The fans are not exactly behind either of them, almost divided as we hear the chants of HKW followed up by WUK right after.

Fulton: Typical LA.

The referee begins a count out on both men, to which Armand von Krauss glances back to the ring to acknowledge. Picking Cross up, Armand takes an elbow to the midsection and is driven back first into the turnbuckle post. Cross uppercuts Armand and spins him around before slinging him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Cross climbs the apron, then ascends the turnbuckle. Armand catches Cross at the top with a few punches. Armand goes up and looks for a suplex, but Cross grabs the top rope to counter. A headbutt from Armand staggers Cross, but Cross delivers an elbow to the jaw that rocks Armand in return!

Fulton: Precarious position these two are in!

Torchwood: Look at that!

The words leave Torchwoods mouth as Recoba lands behind Armand on the second rope as he counters another superplex and hits his signature move “The Skim” from the turnbuckles! Going straight for a cover afterwards does Cross.

1!

2!

3!

His feet drop off the ropes just after the count is done, showing Cross took liberties with his pinfall to ensure victory at any cost.

Tucker: Another stolen victory from Cross Recoba.

Fulton: As they say, if you aren’t cheating you aint trying.

Frank Salazar: Winner of this match by pin fall, CROSS RECOBA

[Mr. Blood]

Segment

(We see Marty Donovan, wearing his trademark dalmatian fur coat and rhinestone sunglasses with mickey ear lenses, limping down the hall. He’s still quite beat up from the street fight at Supremacy and slung over his shoulder is a garment bag. He approaches the door to Wesley Crane’s private dressing room where a spooked Henderrson stands guard.)

Marty: Hendo! How have you been, buddy?

(The assistant gulps nervously and puts his hands out in front of him.)

Henderson: Please! Marty, I swear! It wasn't my idea to attack the characters at Disney World.

(Marty laughs.)

Marty: You can relax, Henderson. It wasn’t your fault. I know you’re just a harmless stooge. Is Wes in there? I need to give him something.

(Henderson gulps once more.)

Henderson: He’s preparing for the title match and said not to let anyone disturb him.

Marty: Oh, I get it, he’s with an escort. That’s fine. I’ll just leave this with you.

(Marty hands the garment bag to the confused lackey.)

Marty: I figured Crane might want a special Disney costume for his big match.

(Henderson unzips the bag and we see a military uniform with medals on it. Henderson gets more nervous when he suddenly recognizes the costume.)

Marty: It’s from Frozen, the Duke of Weasel Town.

Henderson: Weselton.

Marty: What did I say?

Henderson: Weasel Town.

Marty: Sorry, I must have misspoke. You can understand the confusion, right? Weselton. Weasel. You can’t spell either without Wes.


(Henderson looks like he’s going to be sick. He attempts to hand the bag back to Marty.)

Henderson: I’m sorry! It’s a wonderful costume, but Mr.Crane has made it quite clear he’s not interested in any Disney entrances.

(Marty glares at the assistant before taking the bag back.)

Marty: Pity. Hopefully the second time's the charm against Fowler. I’ll be rooting for Weaselly.

Henderson: Wesley.

Marty: Whoops, must have misspoke again.

(Marty walks off as Henderson lets out a giant sigh of relief.)[/font]

Match: Eddie Havok vs. Eron Hunter

The cameras start to circle the arena.
"Outlaws and Outsiders" suddenly hit as the lights in the arena drop, with white lights beginning to flash violently around the arena to the drumbeat. The ramp starts to flood with smoke, as the words "Grimm Products" in white letters appear across the big screen.
A couple of figures appear in the entranceway, dressed in Jean's and a sleeveless Leather Jacket, slowly moving towards the edge of the main stage. Within seconds they are also joined by two more people flanking them until a single figure rises from the stage with his arms crossed.

Wearing black tights, the club logo on the side of the right leg and "Havok" down the left leg. Wear black boots with white shin protectors over the top of them. Wearing a long leather jacket, with the club logo on the back. A series of fireworks go off along the top of the entrance ramp.
The lights start to adjust back to normal. The single figure walks forward, with the rest flanking him as he starts to walk down the ramp.

Frank Salazar: Introducing at this time; hailing from Harlow, Essex, England… weighing in at two hundred and nine pounds…accompanied to the ring by the Skulls of Grimm!!

This is Havookkk!!!

Once he reaches the ringside area, he stops and raises his arms outwards and the other members slowly circle the ring stopping at each of the turnbuckles, looking out toward the crowd. Havok slowly and methodically makes his way around the ring, bathing in the reaction of the fans within the arena.

Havok enters the ring standing with his arms raised and fireworks go off from the four turnbuckles.Walking over to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs up to the middle rope, staring out across the arena attendance.

As his music dies down, he takes off his leather jacket passing it down to one of the club members, before jumping down into the ring. He waits near the corner, pacing back and forth ready for the match to start.

Tucker: Eddie Havok challenged Eron Hunter to this match, because he questions the loyalty of the most decorated champion in the W:UK! But facts are? I think Havok is jealous!

Fulton: How dare you! Havok is a former World Champion! Havok carried this company on his back!

Tucker: Oh, yeah. I forgot Havok is a saint!

Torchwood: Lads, lads!

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The fans are on their feet as the one and only Eron Hunter walks from the back. He has the XHF Junior Heavyweight Title around his waist, and the HKW West Koast Championship on his shoulder. He looks out across the fans, nodding slowly before he stares at Havok in the ring.

Then he starts down the ramp, nodding to the fans before he climbs the stairs.

Frank Salazar: His opponent, he is the reigning XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion! He is the HKW West Koast Champion! This is Eron Hunter!

Tucker: Hunter is all calm, and he is not letting Havok rattle his cage!

Fulton: At least he is calm about being the biggest traitor to WUK since Benedict Watts!

The fans cheer Hunter as he walks forward, handing off his titles as he never takes his eyes of off Havok. Eddie starts talking trash, gesturing and pointing angrily. Hunter just stares at him, not saying a word before the ref calls for the bell.

Torchwood: Havok is livid!

Tucker: Yeah, so livid he forgets Hunter was in the ring against HKW at New Years Brawl!

Fulton: Sure, he was.

Hunter says nothing, just shakes his head. And then Eddie Havok starts firing off punches, rocking Hunter backwards before the Man from Sicily starts firing back. The fans chant ‘boo’ when Havok hits, and ‘yay’ when Hunter does. This just seems to enrage Havok, and then he drives a knee into the gut of Hunter.

A few stiff forearms, and then he hits the belly to belly suplex!
Torchwood: Eddie Havok using his explosive style to take Hunter off his feet in the early going!

Fulton: Good for him, he needs to nail this traitor to the wall!

Hunter comes back to his feet, and Havok flings him into the ropes! Hitting the flip into a pin.

1….

2…

But Hunter reverses!


1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Tucker: Lightning quick exchange by two of the biggest names in W:UK!

Torchwood: This is a marquee match up, lads!

They both come to their feet, and Hunter fires off a roundhouse kick that rocks Havok backwards. Hunter comes in, delivering a few hard chops to force Havok into the corner before he rolls backwards.

EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!

And ANOTHER!

The fans are going wild, and Havok sags against the ropes before Hunter drags him out to deliver a vicious looking Butterfly Suplex! Eddie is down, and Hunter hits the middle rope to crash down with a moonsault!

Pin!

1….

2…

HAVOK GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Tucker: Hunter almost had him!

Fulton: Ha! Havok is just toying with the traitor!

Tucker: You’re full of–

Hunter shrugs, and bends down to grab Havok but the former WUK Champion jabs a finger into his eye! Hunter staggers back, and the fans boo as he rubs at his eye as the ref asks Havok what happened. Eddie ignores him, grabbing Hunter to batter away at his head and face with hard knees. Then he drags him from the ropes, dropping Hunter with a powerbomb across double knees!


Torchwood: Havok looking to inflict damage! And Hunter is down!

Tucker: Havok has a mean streak, we all know that!

Fulton: What an odd way to say ‘effective.’

Havok grabs Hunter, dragging him upwards before he rakes his eyes across the laces of his boots. Dropping him to deliver a few slaps across the back of his head, mocking Hunter before he drags him upwards. He snaps him at the ropes!

LOU THESZ PRESS!

Tucker: Havok just punishing Hunter!

Fulton: He should be drawn and quartered!

Tucker: Would you stop!

The ref tries to call Havok off, and gets shoved aside before Havok goes back to Hunter. But Hunter yanks his arm forward, and rolls through to lock on the Fujiwara Armbar! He leans back hard, twisting and yanking on the arm.

Havok grabs for the ropes, missing it as Hunter drags him backwards away from the ropes. The ref asks if Havok wants to tap, and he shakes his head snarling at him as he pulls himself towards the ropes again!

Torchwood: Havok is taking alot of damage! That hold is wearing him down!

Fulton: Havok can’t tap out to that traitor!

Havok gives a final lunge grabbing the ropes, and the fans jeer as Hunte breaks the hold before rolling away. Eddie comes to his feet, rubbing at his shoulder with a scowl as he leans against the ropes. Eron Hunter comes in, and Havok flings him to the outside!

Tucker: Typical! Typical Havok nonsense!

Fulton: Oh, cry me a river!

The fans are fuming as Havok slides to the outside, grabbing Hunter to batter him against the barricade. Slamming his head against it again and again, then he rips him away with a snarl before he flings him at the ringpost!

Hunter cracks it against it, landing in a heap as Havok rolls inside with a laugh to break the count!

Torchwood: Havok breaking the count, and then going back to punish Hunter!

Havok grabs Hunter smirking as he bounces his head against the ringstairs a few times, before he finally flings him back inside. He rolls in after him, grinning as he waits for him to rise before he lifts him upwards before going for the FALL OF HAVOK!

Fulton: YES! Win one for the good guys!

Tucker: Fall of Havok! Hunter looks out!

Havok makes the pin, and the ref dives for the count as the fans boo!

1…

….

….2….

…..

……HUNTER’S ARM SHOVES UPWARDS TO BREAK THE PIN!

Los Angeles is on it’s feet, and Havok stares at the ref before he comes to his feet. He screams at the ref, gesturing angrily as he forces him towards the ropes. And Hunter drags himself to his feet, and drops back against the ropes.

Havok turns, and Hunter runs forward coming off the ropes to level him with the White Tiger Lariat! The fans are cheering wildly, and Hunter looks around before he steps back to wait for Havok to rise.

Fulton: Havok look out! Havok!

Torchwood: Hunter poised to strike!

RISING STAR SUPLEX!

The fans explode, and Havok sprawls as Hunter rolls back to his feet. He leaps onto the ropes, and then comes off with the RISING STAR DIVE!

But Havok rolls aside at the last minute, and Hunter crashes down on empty air!

Tucker: No! Havok moved out of the way!

Fulton: Suck it, Jeremy!

Eddie Havok moves quickly, and locks on the BLACKOUT! The fans boo, jeering a Havok drops backwards with Hunter locked in!

Torchwood: Havok’s skill as a technician is understated! He is quick to take any opening, exploit any mistake! And now Hunter is in his clutches!

Tucker: Hunter looks to be fading!

The ref checked on Hunter, and the Man from Sicily shakes his head as he struggles to get a foot on the rope. But he is too far out as Havok tightens the hold, arching under him as he presses for the advantage. And then Hunter plants his feet, and presses back!

Fulton: Havok!

The ref stares, and Hunter shoves again as Havok jerks on his arms. But Havok’s shoulders are on the mat, and the ref makes the count!

1….

2…

….

……THREE!

The fans explode, and Havok breaks the hold as he comes to his feet. He points at his arm, glaring at the ref who stops before he points at Hunter. Havok stares, and his eyes widen before he levels the ref with a clothesline!

Fulton: That referee and Hunter stole from Eddie Havok! This is an outrage!

Torchwood: Desperation counter by Hunter for the win!

Tucker: There will be fines for this!

Havok glares at the ref, shaking his head before he turns towards the slowly rising Hunter. And then he charges in, nailing Eron Hunter with the Ed Kick! The fans boo, and Hunter sprawls on the mat in a broken heap as Havok rises to his feet. He poses for the fans, and then rolls from the ring with a smirk cast at them as he heads for the ramp.

Tucker: Disgusting display!

Frank Salazar: Your winner by pinfall, ERON HUUUUUUNTER!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: The Brothers Gluck vs. The Oblivion Death Squad

Salazar: The following contest is a tag team contest! It is set for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit! Accompanied to the ring by “The Baroness” Sinclair Godfrey, representing DONZIG-GUN! MORMO! MOLOCH! OBLIIIIIVION… DEATH!… SQUAAAADD!!!

Tucker: That song gives me chills every time it plays, and the fact that it’s bringing out ODS is a huge part of that.

Torchwood: Mormo and Moloch are fanatically loyal to The Baroness and to Donzig as well, and that single-minded direction makes them very difficult to distract or rattle. They have to be faced head-on, and they’re built for that, and their wrestling style is designed around that.

Fulton: Not much I can add to that. Obligatory statement of fact: Sinclair Godfrey is hawt.

The Baroness walks out of the back, the ODS behind her. Straight to the ring they go.

Salazar: And their opponents…!

…rrriiiiiiissssseee…

Salazar: Hailing from the Mudflats of Mississippi, and weighing in at a combined weight of 581 lbs! Representing the HIGH ROLLER’S CLUB! CARLTON! CHAPPS! THE BRRRRRRROTHERS… GLUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!

♫ You take my home ♫
♫ And reduce it to a tired, satirical ♫
♫ Hillbilly reference ♫
♫ IT’S BEYOND OLD! ♫
♫ (I abhor the fucking arrogance) ♫

The Brothers Gluck walk out onto the stage. Carlton spreads his arms wide while Chapps drops to one knee in a thinker’s pose. He jumps up and starts to run to the ring, but Carlton grabs him by his shaggy hair, holding him back as the Glucks walk to the ring.

At ringside Carlton lets go of Chapps. Carlton walks up the stairs, but Chapps jumps from the floor to the ring apron, and then over the top rope. They walk to the middle of the hardcam rope. Carlton puts one foot on the bottom rope and leans on the top rope with a roar while Chapps jumps to the middle and top ropes, raises his fists and howls.

DING DING DING!

Nobody bothers to head to the apron. Mormo and Carlton Gluck collide like two artics (that’s Brit for tractor trailer, 18-wheeler, lorry, whathaveyou) , and Moloch and Chapps Gluck collide like two slightly smaller artics. Fists are flying, the sound of bone on meat echoes all over the arena, and the Los Angeles fans, feeling like they have no one to root for here, are booing. Mormo slowly takes the advantage on Carlton, backing him into the corner and throttling him, then throwing some knee lifts. Moloch seems to have the advantage on Chapps, only for a misdirection to spin him around and then a standing dropkick sends him out of the ring.

Tucker: I think the ref’s just going to wing it and say that since Chapps and Moloch have left the ring, that makes Carlton and Mormo legal. And also, it is not very often that Carlton Gluck is not the biggest man in the ring, but Mormo has a couple inches and twenty pounds or so on him.

Mormo tries for a double leg. Carlton hangs on with a waistlock, but he can’t get the leveragefor a powerbomb. Mormo finally manages to overpower him and hits a swinging double leg spinebustery knid of move out of the corner and into the middle of the ring! No pin attempt, just fists. Carlton covers up with both hands as Mormo batters away, then as Mormo begins to slow down a bit, pushes him far up enough to shrimp out of the predicament. Carlton hooks Mormo in the front neck lock and tries a vertical suplex. Mormo blocks and tries his own, but Carlton blocks, then twists his body and scoops Mormo up on his shoulders before driving him to the mat with a front powerslam!

Torchwood: Combined, these two teams way well over half a ton.

Fulton: It’s like two matches at once bro. Chapps and Moloch are going at it all over ringside and no one’s stepping in to stop them. I mean though, who would? You wanna lose a leg or something?

CRASH!

Fulton: And of course they’re doing it on the other side of the ring where we can’t see. What just happened?

Tucker: In the ring, Carlton’s going for a pin! ONE… no, Moloch’s already out!

Carlton tries to follow up, but Moloch throws a standing lariat that stuns him. A thrust kick knocks Carlton flat on his back.

Tucker: And seriously, how many people in this company, in this interfed, can just handle Carlton Gluck like that?

Mormo looks to make a tag, but Moloch isn’t on the apron. With a grunt, Mormo leaves the ring to go help Moloch, clubbing Chapps from behind. They double-team whip him into the stairs, then get into the ring quickly. A double team Irish whip on Carlton sends him into a double team back body drop that shakes the ring. Moloch makes the cover. ONE… TWO… THRKICKOUT! Undaunted, Moloch pulls Carlton up and tries to get him into a fireman’s carry. He runs at the turnbuckle and Carlton slips out the back of the hold! Moloch hits the turnbuckle chest first and Carlton delivers a “Country Strong” Gluckplex!

Torchwood: These guys are hitting each other so hard that I’m beginning to become concerned for the ring itself

Carlton gets up slow, stumbles across the ring, and makes the tag to Chapps. Chapps grabs Moloch by the leg, but Moloch pulls his legs in, kicks Chapps over backwards, and makes the tag out to Mormo. Mormo comes in with a wild clothesline, Chapps catches the waistlock and tries to lift him for a German Gluckplex. Mormo drops his base, breaks the waistlock, and yanks Chapps into a short arm clothesline. Which Chapps ducks. Sliding between Mormo’s legs, still holding the arm, he hooks Mormo for a pumphandle slam, and gets him up for it!

Tucker: What a display of power! Chapps weighs a bit over 270, which as big as that is, makes him the smallest man in the match by quite a bit!

Chapps runs and shoulder blocks Moloch off the apron, then tags to Carlton. The Glucks send Mormo off the ropes, catch him in a double hiptoss, catch him in mid air out of the hiptoss, lift him up and slam him down to the mat! Carlton covers! ONE… TWO… THREKICKOUT!

Torchwood: I don’t even know what they call that one, but Mormo needs to tag out. He’s been in all match, and a man that big needs to regain his stamina. Just like Carlton is, a quick tag back to Chapps.

But this time when Chapps runs at Moloch, Moloch pulls the ropes down, and Chapps takes a crazy spill to the outside! Moloch follows up with a jumping axehandle off the apron before getting back on the apron. Mormo power crawls and makes the tag, and Moloch throws Chapps up on the apron where Mormo hooks him. Carlton protests as Mormo lifts Chapps in a vertical suplex, then puts him down frontways crotch first on the top rope! Moloch bounces the top rope up and down - somehow this gets some cheers from the fans - before giving Chapps a running boot that knocks him off the top rope and down to the apron. Moloch pulls him into the ring and up for a release German suplex into the middle of the ring. Stomping on the mat, Moloch signals for the finish.

Tucker: Moloch thinking Oblivion Driver here. He’s telegraphed it a lot though.

And sure enough, Moloch hooks the arm between the legs part of it, but Chapps avoids having the other arm hooked, and manages to single leg Moloch to the mat, leaps into the air and butt drops on Moloch’s chest. He pulls Moloch up, Irish whips him.

This is where Sinclair Godfrey gets involved. Having kept herself scarce to avoid the gigantic men brawling, she now tries to pull Carlton’s legs hard enough to knock him off the apron. It doesn't work, but Carlton does hop down from the ring apron to menace her. Meanwhile Moloch bounces off the ropes, rebounds and ducks the clothesline attempt. He hits the ODS side of the ring, and Mormo blind tags in. Moloch tries a clothesline of his own, which Chapps ducks. Chapps turns and races after Moloch. Outside the ring, Sinclair has made it back to her corner and screams for help, distracting the ref right as Chapps jumps vertical and flips Moloch with a Gluckensteiner! But as the ref struggles to hold Carlton back from Sinclair, she turns and from her position outside the ring, spits a blast of black mist into Chapps’ face!

Fulton: The Baroness with the assist!

As Chapps clutches his face, Moloch is able to roll him off. Chapps stumbles to his feet, right into the clutches of Mormo, who goes for a normal full nelson, switches it into a reverse full nelson and plants Chapps with the Oblivion Slam! Carlton, roaring in fury, struggles to get into the ring, but Moloch is right in his path and hangs on for dear life as Mormo rolls Chapps into a pin. ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Salazar: Here are your winners: The Oblivion Death Squad!

Fulton: Score one for the good guys! I, uh, guess?

Tucker: Andrew, just because the Glucks are working for Crane doesn’t mean that the ODS are suddenly good guys.

Fulton: Was I even supposed to be rooting for them? The ODS, I mean? Should I be mad about the Glucks getting robbed? This heel heel stuff confounds me, man.

Tucker: You’ll have to work that out for yourself, Andrew, but somehow, I don’t think the Glucks and the High Rollers Club are going to let this one lie.

[Mr. Blood]

Match: The Bastards (Windsor/Riot) vs. The Society of the New Breed (Kilroy/Syberus)

Tucker: Now this is going to be an interesting match.

Torchwood: It’ll cement the Bastards as the biggest tag team in the world at the moment.

Fulton: So not Top of Class?

Torchwood: Those punks? They ain’t even on the same level as the Bastards.

Fulton: But they are the Network’s top team.

Torchwood: Is that anything to brag about. Until they’ve faced the Bastards they ain’t shit.

Tucker: Okay anyway let’s get on with the show.

The lights dim down and switch to orange. "Greenhorn Forest" by GaMetal starts to play over the speakers and the fans react immediately. A spotlight hits the entrance way and Syberus and Kilroy come through the curtains. They walk down the ramp ever so slowly taking in every reaction from the crowd. They enter the ring and continue a conversation they were having as they await their opponents.

Salazar: And their opponents, the Wrestle: UK Tag Champions of the World, known simply as the greatest trio in professional wrestling’s history, the two members of the Bastards in this match, Rob Riot and Frank Windsor!!!!

As soon as the music begins, Riot comes out from the back, and the fans roar their approval! He looks out over the fans. He motions to the curtains Windsor enters through the curtain and high fives his tag partner. The curtains part again and the third member of the Bastards appears.

Tucker: All the Bastards appearing together.

Torchwood: My boys are in the house.

The three of them pose. Behind them carrying both of the tag championship belts and wearing the referee top from last show is Sean Bean; he is joined by Natalia Santiago as they walk up to the Bastards who seem deep in thought. Finn Corbyn pushes through the curtain with a camera in his hand as is filming all of this.

Tucker: Who do they think they are? Sean needs to go back to Hollywood.

Torchwood: Well they are the biggest thing in professional wrestling and need to keep their fans in the loop.

Tucker: Are you paid by them?

Torchwood: How dare you!

They all start to walk down the ramp, slapping hands as they come down to the ring. Riot turns, walks over to the steps, and walks up them, looking back at the video playing on the screen as if to draw strength from it; then, after a second, he steps under the ring ropes, and retreats to his corner talking to Windsor about some kind of strategy. Kilroy and Syberus stand by the announce table observing their opponents, waiting for the fight to begin. Other than the two men in the match the rest exit the ring.

Torchwood: The referee's called for the bell.

The bell rings, as the two men lock up. Syberus overpowers Riot to the delight of the crowd. He tries to lock in the arm bar, but Riot retaliates with a vicious elbow to the chest. Syberus let’s go and Riot catches him with the elbow for a second time. Syberus bends over in pain, and Riot connects with a DDT. Syberus gets on one knee, trying to catch his breath. Riot stomps him down, then shoves him into his corner. He tags in Windsor and the two double-team their opponent with a slew of stomps.

Torchwood: Good teamwork displayed by those two.

Fulton: We agree on that, the HKW guys need to get with it.

Riot is ordered back into his corner, as Windsor picks up his opponent by the hair, and then punishes him with a stiff kick to the head. He then poses, to the delight of Sean outside the ring and the dismay of the fans. Windsor waits for Syberus to get up, before hitting him with a short arm clothesline. He then runs towards the ropes, setting up the clothesline on Syberus who slowly getting to his feet, which he hits.

Torchwood: Oh my God!! What a clothesline!! That nearly took off Syberus's head.

Instead of making the cover, Windsor drags Syberus to his corner and slaps Riot and tells him to get in the ring. They once again stomp away on the hapless member of the HKW roster, as his partner looks on in frustration. Riot Irish whips Syberus and then goes for a clothesline, but Syberus ducks it. They go off the ropes a second time, and Riot tries for the body drop.

Torchwood: He telegraphed that move!

Fulton: You're right; even the guy's playing Shuffleboard could have seen that!!!

Torchwood: What?

Tucker: But more importantly did you catch the tag from Windsor? Maybe that animosity is starting to show?

Torchwood: What?

Syberus stops his momentum and smashes Riot in the back with a forearm. He follows up with a slap to the face, backing Riot up against the ropes. Windsor jumps against the apron, and the referee turns around to appease him. At the same time, Syberus tries to clothesline his opponent over the ropes, but Riot ducks and connects with a knee to the groin.

Tucker: Blatant low-blow by Riot.

Fulton: I think the referee missed it.

Torchwood: Yes, but Kilroy sure didn’t!

Kilroy storms into the ring and knocks Riot over with a spear. The referee quickly turns around and angrily instructs Kilroy back into his corner. He resists, leading to an argument between the two.

Torchwood: Looks like the referee isn’t taking kindly to Kilroy’s entry in the ring.

Tucker: And we know the Bastards won’t let that opportunity go unanswered.

Windsor and Riot double-team Syberus, as Riot holds on to him, letting Windsor connect with a low blow kick.

Tucker: Oh! That’s got to hurt!

Fulton: Ouch, I felt that over here.

Windsor then grabs hold of Syberus and Riot connects with a punch to the groin. Syberus falls to the ground in extreme agony, as finally the referee stops arguing with Kilroy and turns to the match.

Tucker: Come on! That’s three low blows in a matter of seconds! DQ material for sure!

Fulton: The guy can’t call what he doesn’t see.

Windsor gets out of the ring at the referee’s urging, as Riot whips Syberus hard into the corner. He charges in, but Syberus sidesteps.

Torchwood: Oh! Riot goes head-first into the turnbuckle!

Both men lie on the ground, as the crowd chants in encouragement.

Tucker: This is the chance for Syberus to make a tag!

Fulton: The HKW section of the crowd is definitely cheering him on.

Syberus slowly crawls towards his corner, as Riot does the same. The crowd keeps cheering, as Riot nearly reaches his partner. Syberus is also nearly there. Windsor tags in. Kilroy tags in.

Fans: Yeaaah!

The two meet in the middle of the ring, and Windsor gets taken out by a Dropkick. Riot gets to his feet to challenge Kilroy, but he too is sent to the mat by another dropkick. Windsor gets back up and hits his opponent with a punch to the head. However, Kilroy barely seems to feel the impact, as he dropkicks his rival a second time.

Tucker: Kilroy's alive in there; he's showing them what it's like to be the experienced team!!!

Fulton: What?

Torchwood: Experienced? That would be the Bastards Tucker.

Fulton: What?

Kilroy picks him up and hits a Samoan Drop. Windsor is very slow in getting up, and Kilroy sets up and hits a power bomb. He then makes a cover.

.......1

............2

........Riot breaks up the count with an elbow drop. Syberus then charges into the ring and the two tumble out of the ring.

Torchwood: Hey! He can’t do that!

Back in the ring, Kilroy makes a second cover, as some of the crowd cheers wildly.

.....1

............2

....Kick-out by Windsor.

Torchwood: That was close! I almost had a heart-attack!

Fulton: And it would have been such a good riddance…

Outside, Syberus is dominating Riot. He connects with multiple blows to the head and then rushes his rival into the steel railing. But he then tries to charge in on him; a move which backfires, as Riot sidesteps, and Syberus’s body hits the railing then the ground with a thud. Back in the ring, Windsor gets back on a vertical base, but Kilroy had been lining him up, and he connects with a Gut Wrench Suplex.

Tucker: Oh my! That’s got to be all!

Torchwood: We can’t have the Bastards losing this way?

Kilroy makes the cover.

.......1

...........2

..........3? No, as the referee gets pulled out of the ring by Fowler. Kilroy immediately slides out of the ring and starts to brawl with Riot.

Tucker: Why is the World Champion getting involved in this match?

Torchwood: The referee has completely lost control of this match!

Kilroy slams Riot’s head against the steel railing, just as Syberus gets back up. Windsor, who’s also just come to his senses, joins the battle outside the ring, as he and Syberus begin duking it out. Syberus throws Windsor back into the ring, and slides in. He connects with a Suplex, then as Windsor lies still on the mat, climbs the top rope. On the outside, Riot has the advantage on Kilroy, as he whips the latter against the railing. Windsor, meanwhile, slowly turns over as Syberus has him lined up. Syberus jumps off the top rope for a top rope head butt, but Windsor somehow manages to regain his senses enough to realize the danger, and he rolls out of the way.

Torchwood: Wow, Windsor showing a lot of agility.

Syberus lands on his feet and charges his opponent. Windsor responds with an elbow and Irish whips Syberus. Windsor then connects with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Riot picks up Kilroy’s limp body and sets him up for one of his big moves… to the jeers of the crowd. Suddenly, Syberus rolls out of the ring and jumps him from behind. The crowd cheers once more, as Riot is left reeling from a series of blows to the head. He staggers around with butterflies in his head, and Syberus picks him up. He picks him up for a German Suplex.

Tucker: Riot is broken in half!

Syberus throws Riot into the ring and follows him in. He tags in Kilroy who makes the cover.

Torchwood: Isn’t Windsor supposed to be one in the ring?

Tucker: Shut up!

....1

.......2

......Windsor breaks it up. He stomps away on Kilroy. The referee makes Windsor get out of the ring leaving Kilroy and Riot the two legal opponents in the ring. Kilroy hits Riot square with a big boot, then climbs the top rope. Riot slowly, very slowly gets up… and is met by cross body block.

Fulton: Wow!!! Kilroy goes airborne!!! This has to be the end!

Some of the crowd cheers as the cover is made.

.....1

..........2

.........Riot grabs Kilroy’s tights and reverses the pin.

........1

...........2

.......Kilroy kicks out at the last possible moment. He reaches over and tags in Syberus. Syberus picks up Riot again and hits him with a power bomb and then goes for the pin.

Torchwood: Oh this has got to be it!!!!!

Tucker: How many times?

……………..1

Windsor gets in the ring and tries to come to the rescue of his tag partner. He stops and smirks.

………2

He drops and elbow on Syberus. He drags Riot over to his corner, slaps him and rolls him out of the ring. He turns back to Syberus. He pulls Syberus up and hits him with his Bradford Bomb and rolls up the broken Syberus. Kilroy is dragged off of the ring apron by Fowler.

…………….1

………………2

…………………3!!

The Bastards celebrate around the ring. Suddenly the lights go out.

The big screen shows a dying star that explodes and two spinning graphics that turn into The Dark Stars as "Sixes and Sevens" by Annihilator plays and The Dark Stars charge towards the ring. They have intense and ominous and murderous expressions on their faces.

Torchwood: Ehh?? What are they doing out here?

Fulton: Don't know?

Niko slides under the bottom rope and takes out Syberus with a sliding sidekick.

Torchwood: What is he mad? Is he stupid?

Kilroy grabs him from behind but with the use of leverage Niko manages to reverse the hold and elbows him in the back of the head. Kono just stands on the outside nodding his agreement to his tag partner. The Bastards laugh as they walk past him up the ramp way. Suddenly the lights go out again. "The South is Rising" by the Sign of the Southern Cross starts reverberating around the arena. The whole arena shakes amid a roar of pyros. The Gluck’s emerge from out of the back. Laughing they charge towards the ring, clotheslining Windsor and Riot on his way to the ring.

Torchwood: What? I don't get this?

Tucker: Remember the show next week?

Syberus slowly gets to his feet as Niko charges him and jumps two feet at him, one foot smashes the sternum and the other crushes the solar plexus. He knocks him flying out of the ring; Kono throws him a chair and then jumps into the ring. Outside the Gluck’s are laying in the boot on Riot and Windsor, eventually they see the action in the ring and charges towards the ring. Kilroy has just managed to get to his knees; Niko is stood beside him he spins with the chair in hand, sideways on and connects with the throat of Kilroy knocking him out of the ring.

Torchwood: What's going on here? He's jumped both Kilroy and Syberus?

Fulton: And what about the Gluck’s?

Torchwood: Oh wait a minute business might pick up even more, the Gluck's rolling into the ring.

The Gluck’s rolls into the ring and Carlton stands toe to toe with Niko, eye to eye. Kono stands behind them. Carlton has a venomous look in his eyes. Kono jumps between the two of them holding them apart. He then turns towards the nearest camera and motions the sign of tag belt. They turn and look up the ramp way at the Bastards.

Fulton: What's happening here?

Torchwood: The Bastards need to get out of there.

Fulton: But with Kono and Niko getting involved?

Torchwood: Yeah baby, there seems to be some new players in this War for the Bastards to put down, and I feel sorry for the others already.

Syberus helps Kilroy up the ramp way and pointing at Niko and shouts some obscenities at him and his associate. Windsor and Riot are at the top of the ramp way and they look at the two teams in the ring and shake their heads as they leave through the curtain. Carlton suddenly picks Niko up in an Electric Chair as Chapps clotheslines Kono over the top rope before climbing up to the top rope.

Torchwood: This is crazy.

Chapps launches himself off of the top rope and hits Niko with a diving frankensteiner. Riot comes flying backwards through the curtains and is followed closely by Windsor. The curtains part and Moloch and Mormo of the Oblivion Death Squad come through closely followed by Donzig and Sinclair.

Torchwood: Oh here we go again.

Fulton: The Bastards can’t get out of this.

Mormo picks up Riot by the throat and lifts him up above his head and slams him down onto the steel ramp way. Moloch picks up Frank the same way but is met with a steel chair to the back which doesn’t even phase him. He puts Frank down and turns slowly only to see Sean Bean stood behind him with a chair. Sean slowly backs off holding the chair in front of him as a shield. He grabs the chair and threatens to hit Sean with it but is drop kicked from behind and knocked off of the stage into some electrical equipment sending smoke up into the air.

Torchwood: Who is that?

Fulton: That’s Joeru Shimo from Neon Bushido stupid!

Joeru is grabbed by Windsor who lifts him up and hit with the Bradford Bomb. Sinclair tries to grab Windsor but Natalia grabs her and lifts her up and using her version of the Bradford Bomb on her.

Torchwood: Now that is a long time due!!

Fulton: She needs to get sorted.

Natalia is sitting astride Sinclair throwing punch after punch into her face. Donzig grabs her by the hair and drags her off. He shouts at her only to be met with a drop kick from Takaru Matsui knocking him to the floor.

Torchwood: This is crazy.

Tucker: We’re supposed to be fighting HKW not each other.

The big screen springs to life; upon it is Mister Blood.

Mr. Blood: That’s it! Stop this. We’re supposed to be teaming together here.

Windsor looks up at the screen and flips Mister Blood the finger.

Mr. Blood: That’s it; all the disrespect and violence that you Bastards have been bringing to this company is costing me money. So I say this to you now. On the next show the Bastards will be defending their tag team belts against as many teams that I can muster.

Riot yawns and turns to Windsor who is laughing.

Mr. Blood: They will not just include those of you out there BUT also other teams from outside W: UK.

Windsor shrugs.

Mr. Blood: AND you will be going into the match as the first team!!!!

Riot and Windsor don’t look happy.

Mr. Blood: Now let’s get on with the show!!

Segment

Outside the arena, a stretch hummer limo pulls up to the building. The driver gets out and walks to the back door. Once there, he opens the door and out steps Henderson. Next out is The Glucks, then Rage and Cage, then Reese and then “The High Roller” Wesley Crane. He adjusts his suit jacket.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Tonight’s the night. Tonight we bring the WUK World Championship away from The Bastards and bring it into The High Rollers Club. Tonight the entire landscape of Wrestle:UK changes. Tonight we show that The High Rollers Club are the new top guys around here. Let’s go boys.”

The High Rollers Club walk into the building. As they walk through the backstage area, they are met by Warren W. Webber III.

Warren W. Webber III: “Excuse me, Wesley, can I get a word?”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “You cannot. You let Katie know we will be in my locker room. She’s more than welcome to come get a pre-match interview. You, on the other hand, are probably best suited to interview someone like The Bastards. They’re more your social economic class.”

Warren looks let down and disgusted at the same time. He turns and walks away. Wesley and company walk to the door labeled “Wesley Crane” and then walk inside. The inside is fully decked out, just how Wesley likes it. He looks around at the fully loaded bar area and walks to pour himself a glass of whiskey.

Henderson: “Sir, are you sure that’s the best idea before such a huge match?”

Preston Andre Reese: “Henderson, you worry about the after party celebration and we will worry about what The High Roller needs.”

Henderson looks annoyed but knows he should listen.

Henderson: “Yes, Preston.”

Preston Andre Reese: “It’s Mr. Reese to you.”

Henderson: “Yes, Mr. Reese.”

Wesley walks over and turns on the television.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “The fucking Pro Bowl. Ugh.”

Wesley tosses the remote on the Italian Leather sofa, right between the Glucks, who have taken a seat there. Carlton grabs the remote and starts flipping through the channels. Once he gets to a show called “Moonshiners in America” he stops and puts the remote down. Wesley grins and walks over to the exercise bike and weight bench. He slides his right hand across the weight bar.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I’m thinking I want to get a few reps in before this match. I’m going to get changed into my wrestling gear.”

Wesley removes his jacket and then unbuttons his black buttoned down shirt. He takes his shirt off and then removes his pants. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. In walks Katie Moss. As soon as she sees Wesley in his underwear she blushes.

Katie Moss: “Oh, I’m so sorry. I can come back.”

Wesley just gets his cocky grin across his face.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “No, by all means, stay. I’m just getting changed into my wrestling gear.”

Katie Moss: “Uh… Um… Okay.”

Katie walks toward Wesley.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I’m guessing you heard from Warren.”

Katie Moss: “Yeah, he wasn’t too happy about not getting the interview.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “If he were worthy of our time, we would let him interview us… but he’s not. He can go interview scrubs like Ronnie Long or The Bastards.”

Suddenly, Wesley drops his underwear. He’s bare assed naked now. Katie does all she can to not look down at him. Instead she keeps her eyes focused on Wesley’s eyes.

Katie Moss: “So how are you feeling before this big championship match?”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I’m feeling good… dayyyum good.”

Katie Moss: “Can you explain that a little more?”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Yeah, my mind is right. I took a trip to the Adirondacks to see some special people to Wesley Crane. My body feels right. Mentally I’m right. Everything has lined up and I’m freaking ready for this TerrorDome match.”

Katie Moss: “Speaking of the TerrorDome, are you concerned at all about the amount of violence that’s going to take place in this match? Are you worried that Billy Fowler could injure you?”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “The question should be, ‘will Wesley Crane feel bad for taking years off of Billy Fowlers career?’”

Wesley slides on his wrestling tights.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Katie, what you’re about to see inside that TerrorDome is going to be bloody. It’s going to be messy. It’s going to be brutal… but this is Wesley Crane’s match. This is the night that the world stops and says “oh shit” Wesley Crane’s the real deal. Wesley Crane is the future of this company.”

Katie Moss: “I have heard you are already in the planning stages of a Championship Celebration Ceremony. Is this true?”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Katie, of course it’s true. You know me. Would you expect anything less?”

Wesley reaches out and touches her arm.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Don’t worry, you’re on the guest list, babe… as well as some of my closest friends.”

Katie Moss: “Can you give a few details on who will be there?”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “That’s a surprise, Katie. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a Championship Match to get ready for.”

Preston reaches over and pats Wesley on the shoulder.

Preston Andre Reese: “Work out now, worry about the ladies later.”

Wesley gets a cocky grin on his face.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Sorry babe, duty calls.”

With that said, Katie rolls her eyes and walks out.

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Reedy Creek Rules
Sinclair Godfrey vs. Disney's Marty Donovan

We return to ringside, and it is surrounded by garish cartoon colors and scattered Disney themed weapons, including of all things a rack of commemorative collector’s edition Disney plates. A large vault stands off to the side of the ramp, and Tucker is wearing mouse ears.

Torchwood looks disgusted, and Fulton stares at the camera.

Fulton: I, for one welcome our new corporate overlords.

Torchwood: Bloody Hell.

Tucker: Language!

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Reedy Creek Rules match! To win the match you must lock your opponent inside of the the Disney Vault!

The fans cheer, and it is clear the Los Angeles crowd is supporting Marty over the hated Baroness. And then the lights go down, and flare an angry red.



Sinclair Godfrey walks from the back, glaring around her angrily as she reaches back to spread the red cape flowing from her shoulders. Decked out in red and black leather, and wearing the distinctive red head dress of the Scarlet Witch. She frowns at the ring, and then shakes her head as she walks down the ramp to slowly climb inside with a look of pure disdain.

Tucker: A fitting costume though not as light hearted as I would have imagined.

Torchwood: I don’t think anyone in Donzig-gun is light-hearted, lad.

Sinclair paces back and forth, the cape swirling behind her as she shakes her head.

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time from Lancashire, England! Representing Donzig-gun, she is the Ninth Baroness of Godfrey! She is the self-proclaimed Queen of W:UK! Lady Sinclair Godfrey!

The fans jeer, and Sinclair gives them a faint frown.

Torchwood: Americans.

Fulton: How can you boo anyone rocking that costume like that?

Tucker: She’s a sociopath who probably had something to do with Spike being hit by a truck?

Fulton: Lies. Everyday more lies.

Sinclair leans in the corner, and she shrugs as she watches the ramp.



Disney’s Marty Donovan walks from the back, bedecked in a white uniform with blue and gold trim with his hair slicked back. He held the HKW Championship belt across his shoulder, smirking at the ring before he started for the ring. The fans cheered, and he headed for the ring dressed as Prince Hans. His smile faltering as he saw that blank angry stare from Sinclair.

Frank Salazar: Her opponent is the reigning HKW World Heavyweight Champion! Weighing in at 218 pounds, hailing from the Magic Kingdom! This is Disney’s Marty Donovan!

Marty shrugged as he handed off the title, and he turned to watch Sinclair who was still just glaring at him. Then the ref called for the bell, and she walked forward without a word before delivering a hard slap across the face of the HKW champion!

Tucker: I saw that coming.

Torchwood: Indeed.

Marty staggers back, rubbing at his cheek before he comes back up only to be caught with another vicious slap as Sinclair walks forward with a scowl on her face. Then she grabs him, firing him off towards the ropes. But Marty reverses, and drops Sinclair with a backdrop on the rebound! The fans cheer, and Marty shrugs before he drags Sinclair back to her feet hitting a quick neckbreaker.

Fulton: Marty going for an early advantage!

Tucker: It’s not a bad idea!

Marty drags Sinclair for the ropes, pulling her from the ring before he delivers a few chops before he starts for the Vault! But the Baroness shoves him hard into the barricade, and then she steps back cracking a spin kick across his face. The fans boo, and Marty sags against the barricade.

Torchwood: Sinclair is furious!

Tucker: She may have knocked Marty out cold!

Sinclair glares at him, and then she starts driving hard knees into the body and head of the downed HKW Champion as he is pinned against the barricade. And then she pauses, stalking off with a scream. She grabs a Disney laden sign from a fan, tearing it into pieces before flinging it at Marty.

Fulton: The Baroness losing her temper it seems!

Tucker: No, not Sinclair Godfrey! No!

Sinclair fumes, grabbing a pair of decorated swords from the weapons scattered nearby. She stares at them in disgust, and shakes her head before she starts blasting them across the head and shoulders at the slowly rising Marty. She curses, staring at them in disgust.

Marty: If it’s not Nerf, it’s nothing!

Another scream, and she flings them into the crowd.

Fulton: Only a hero like Marty Donovan would look into the face of Donzig-gun, and do a product placement bit.

Tucker: I mean that is true.

Sinclair grabbed Marty, but he reversed to slam Sinclair’s head against the table with the weapons which was covered in brightly colored Disney party tablecloths. He slammed her head down again, and then again before he caught with an atomic drop!

Torchwood: Marty with some offense! But he still has to throw Sinclair in the Disney Vault!

Marty looks around wildly, pulling out various Disney props from the now wrecked table as Sinclair crawls off before she starts to pull herself up the barricade. Marty pulled out a Buzz Lightyear gun and aimed it at her.

Sinclair stared.

It light up and flashed red, and Marty grinned.

Tucker: Is this happening?

Fulton: The weapon is having no effect!

Torchwood: Americans and their guns.

Sinclair starts forward with murder in her eyes, and Marty starts flinging stuffed licensed properties at her in a storm of fun fur and foam. Sinclair staggers back, and glares at him before Marty charges forward to drive her back with a few hard punches and elbows.

Sinclair staggers back, and then grabs one of the commemorative plates which was covered with a picture of Pocahantus and John Smith. And she cracked it across the head of Marty Donovan, and it exploded as he sagged to his knees.

But Marty grabbed at the pieces, blinking away tears before he howled.

Marty: YOU MONSTER! THIS WAS AN ANTIQUE!

Tucker: Marty taking the demise of the plate very hard.

Fulton: He really is.

Sinclair grabbed two more plates, one with cinderella dancing with Captain Hook, and the other with Mrs. Teapot. And she swung them hard, shattering them over the head of the rising Marty Donovan as the crowd booed. And Marty stumbled, and the Baroness grabbed him before hitting a DDT into the pieces of broken plate!

Torchwood: Marty is going to be broken hearted when he gets up!

Sinclair glared down at Marty, and the shelves of dishes sitting there. And then she grabbed it, yanking it forward so that the plates started to rain down and shatter around the HKW champion before the shelf landed across his back.

Then Sinclair smiled, and grabbed a stuffed Stitch from the floor.

Fulton: Sinclair just torturing Marty here in Los Angeles!

Tucker: With the price of those plates, Sinclair just trashed a few thousand dollars!

Torchwood: It’s not like it is Royal Dalton, lad!

Sinclair twists and rips, tearing off Stitch’s head before she flings it into the crowd.

Marty screams and charges at her, covered in broken pieces of plate and dust. Blood runs down his face from tiny cuts, and he batters away at the sneering Baroness driving her back towards the Vault! The fans cheer him onward, and Marty grabs a plastic Infinity Gauntlet from another table.

He yanks it on, looking down at it before he throws a punch at the Baroness.

Marty: Screw you, LD! DISNEY PLUS PUNCH!

Sinclair staggers back, and the fans explode as she leans hard on the barricade. Then she grabbed his arm, twisting it as she drove him against the barricade. A knee planted on his shoulder as she ripped off the Gauntlet. She stared at it, then put it on her own hand.

Her fingers snapped.

Tucker: I can’t believe it.

Her fingers snapped again.

Fulton: The Baroness trying to destroy the XHF!

A sigh, and Sinclair flung the gauntlet off before she grabbed Marty to haul him towards the looming Vault. The fans are booing and jeering, and Sinclair shrugs before she slams Marty’s head against the door.

Then again!

Torchwood: This could be over!

Fulton: It doesn’t look good for Marty!

Sinclair glares at him, shaking her head as she twists his head back before shoving him towards the Vault. But Marty grabs both sides of the door, shaking his head as he pushed himself back before firing off a few elbows.

Sinclair staggers back, and Marty comes in to grab for her. But Sinclair steps back, and unleashes the Black Mist!

Tucker: You don’t see that in the Magic Kingdom!

Marty howls, wiping at his eyes as he staggers back. Sinclair goes after him, smirking as she grabs his hair to fling him inside of the Vault! But Marty reverses, and Sinclair goes flying inside! The fans explode, and Sinclair starts to charge back out.

But Marty grabs a Keyblade from beside the door, and slashes wildly before he drives it into her stomach! Sinclair drops backwards, and Marty bangs the door shut with a shout!

Fulton: Marty did it!

Torchwood: Disney’s Marty Donovan stole one from Sinclair Godfrey! And the fans are going wild!

Blood and Black Mist covered his white uniform as Marty leans against the door, and then he looks up before shrugging before he crosses his arms across his chest with a scream.

Marty: WAKANDA FOREVER! STREAMING NOW!

Tucker: I can’t even.

Fulton: Not all heroes wear capes.

Frank Salazar: Your winner, the HKW World Champion Disney’s Marty Donovan!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Donzig vs. the Sheik
Exploding Barbed Wire Death Match

The scene opens to a parking lot, old style metal barricades stand before the rows of cheering fans. Off to the side of the ramp sit two fire trucks, a group of firemen milling around them as the lights flash slowly. Inside the barricade is a ring, the ropes replaced by gleaming barbed wire.

Piles of coiled and wrapped barbed wire attached to boards are scattered outside of the ring, and the fans are cheering wildly as the spotlights overhead focus on the ramp and ring.

Rude: I am Archie Rude, and joining me at ringside for this match which is being held outside for safety are Warren Webber the Third, and WUK Icon, the Founder of NPW, Gus Arnold.

Gus Arnold: Boys, I hope you aren’t squeamish.

W3: Indeed, this match is not for the faint of heart.

Rude: That is facts, two of the most dangerous men in the XHF, in this sport are going to wage war tonight in Los Angeles.

The fans cheer wildly as the squat form of the WUK’s very own Frank Wormwood walks from the timekeeper’s area, stopping beside the ring as he lifts the mic. The crowd is going wild, the people in the front row bowing as they chant. ‘FRANK! FRANK! FRANK!’

Wormwood: The following contest is an EXPLODING BARBED WIRE DEATH MATCH! The ring will explode at the thirty minute mark, after a ten minute countdown! Pinfalls will only be counted inside of the ring! Win is only by pinfall or submission!

The fans explode, and Wormwood grins.



Wormwood: Entering the ring at this time accompanied by Malcom Xavier Graves, hailing from the Empty Quarter! Representing the HKW, he is the Great King of Terror! THE SHEIK!

The fans explode, and MXG walks from the back with a smirk as he holds out his cane. The fans boo, and he frowns before he tears off his sunglasses. Then he steps aside as the Sheik stalks from the back, pausing at the top of the ramp to point upwards. Pyros hit, and the Sheik throws off his veil as he heads for the ring.

MXG follows behind him, and the Sheik flings off his keffiyeh before he climbs the stairs to step inside. He points again, snarling as he walks back and forth.

W3: The Sheik is a dangerous man, a contender for the XHF Hardcore Championship, a former West Koast Champion.

Rude: Inside this environment the Sheik is one of the most deadly men in the XHF.

Gus Arnold: Boys, with all due respect? I never bet against the King in the North.

Wormwood: And his opponent, representing Wrestle: UK! Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! He is the Lord and Master of Donzig-gun, he is the reigning CWF Valor Champion! They call him the Scourge! DONZIG!



The lights went down, and the fans cheered before jets of flame exploded along the stage. And Donzig rose from it, he stared from behind his mask with a W:UK bandanna wrapped around the lower half of his face. The CWF Valor Championship on his shoulder, and he glared at the ring as the pyros hit again.

The fans were going wild, and Donzig marched down the ramp pausing to stare at MXG before he climbed the stairs. He walked inside, and paused before the Sheik with a slow nod before he pulled off his mask.

Rude: Donzig all business as always.

W3: Despite what some of the press says Donzig is a killer, Archie.

Gus Arnold: I have gone toe to toe with that man for a year, and Donzig inside of that ring is a machine.

The ref hands off the title and the mask, and the two face off as the ref walks forward in a fire proof suit. He lifts a hand and the bell rings.

And the Sheik delivers a hard slap across the face of Donzig, and then another. Donzig’s head snaps backwards, and he lifts it to smile at the Sheik. Then he starts delivering huge right hand, driving the Great King of Terror back.

W3: These two are out for blood!

The fans are on their feet, and the Sheik drives a hard knee into Donzig’s ribs before he flings him at the ropes! Donzig slams into the ropes, and barbed wire rips into his back as an explosion rocks the ring. Fire, smoke, and sparks showering the pair as the ref jerks back as the Sheik starts delivering hard chops across the chest of the Scourge.

Rude: Donzig’s back is already ripped open! And both men may have been burned!

W3: We said this was not for the faint of heart!

MXG urges the Sheik onward, and Donzig is flung into the corner. Another explosion and flames erupt upwards, and the pair stagger before the Sheik charges in to deliver a hard elbow to his face. Then another, and the fans groan as Donzig sags against the barbed wire.

Gus Arnold: Donzig is taking a beating in the early going, but this isn’t over!

W3: His back looks like it may have been burned!

The Sheik comes charging in again, but Donzig lifts himself upwards to drive his feet into his chest. The move tearing into his back more, and the Sheik staggers back before he comes in again. Another pair of boots to the chest as Donzig batters at his head and chest. Then he climbs higher, locking his legs around his head.

Then he drops, grabbing at the bottom ropes as he locks on the tarantula!

Rude: Tarantula on the barbed wire! Dear God!

Gus Arnold: Donzig will tear himself apart before he gives up. He is a lunatic!

Donzig twists, tightening the hold as the Sheik is impaled on the barbed wire screaming in rage as he tries to get free. The fans are going wild as both men are covered in blood, and then MXG runs forward to crack his cane across Donzig’s back twice.

Rude: The Sheik’s mouthpiece making the save!

W3: Donzig is down!

Donzig sprawls on the ground, shoving himself upward as he grabs MXG by the tie. He drags him close, and the fans are going wild as he snarls at him. But the Sheik is back on his feet, running back before he dives through the ropes to knock Donzig and Graves apart!

Gus Arnold: The outside is nowhere you want to be in this match!

Rude: Each of those barbed wire constructs is rigged to explode!

Donzig is hauled back to his feet, and the Sheik drives hard knees into the face of the Scourge. Battering away at him before he cracks his head against the ring apron, and the fans boo. The Sheik snarls at them, and then he flings Donzig inside. His head draped across the side of the ring, before he drops hard elbows on it again and again.

W3: The Sheik going for the kill! Donzig could be out!

The Sheik slides inside, dragging Donzig to the middle of the ring before he shoves a boot under his chin. He slowly lifts him upwards, dragging him back to his feet with an evil smirk before he steps back.

THE SCIMITAR!

Rude: The Sheik took Donzig’s head off!

W3: The Scourge is out!

The Sheik makes the pin, and the fans are booing.

1…

2…

….

….Th….KICKOUT!

The place explodes, and the Sheik stares at the ref with a shake of his head as MXG slams his firsts on the ring.

Gus Arnold: I told you, that man is like nothing human.

The Sheik snarls, pointing at MXG who grabs a chair from the audience to slide it inside. The Sheik sits up the chair, and drapes Donzig’s head across the seat of it before he climbs the turnbuckle slowly.

W3: The Sheik with ill intentions!

Rude: No! Not this!

ARABIAN SKULLCRUSHER!

But Donzig moves at the last minute, and the Sheik crashes down on the empty chair. He rolls around the ring, grabbing at his legs as he howls and kicks wildly. Donzig rises slowly, staring down at the Sheik before he wipes blood from his arm. Then he starts stomping away at the wounded Sheik, howling and cursing as he stomps away at him.

Gus Arnold: There it is!

Rude: Donzig is incensed!

Donzig stomps away from the Sheik, looking around wildly as he tugs at his beard. He spits and snarls before he drops back. Then he runs forward, dropping into a slide that sends the Sheik flying from the ring to land in a heap.

W3: What is he doing? You can’t win on the outside!

Gus Arnold: Donzig doesn’t care about winning, Warren! He is out for blood, he wants to punish the Sheik!

The Scourge is indeed in a rage, and he starts tearing the mat back. He tears and flings it backwards, rolling it away to expose the asphalt of the parking lot before he glares at the rising Sheik.

Rude: Not on the cement! No!

Donzig stalks towards the Sheik, spitting before Graves jumps in front of his client. Shaking his head, waving his arms as he pleads with Donzig.

W3: Graves asking for mercy from a man who has none.

Gus Arnold: He’s brave, I’ll give him that!

MXG howls as Donzig grabs him, jerking him closer by his jacket before he snaps his head forward. His teeth sinking into MXG’s brow, ripping and tearing as he drags the Sheik’s mouthpiece back and forth. Then he flings him into the barricade, snarling before he starts towards him.

The Sheik charges in to make the save, but Donzig grabs him to drop him into the barbed wire with a pop up powerbomb!

Fire explodes, and the Sheik flails as he is tangled in the barbed wire before Donzig yanks Graves forward again.

Rude: Donzig is ignoring the Sheik to go after Graves!

W3: Donzig’s temper is his greatest enemy!

Gus Arnold: I’d agree to that!

MXG is slapped by the Scourge, being rag dolled back and forth on the barricade. Then he is flung inton the barricade, and the fans roar as Donzig stares at him. But then he is spun around by the Sheik who starts firing off punches and kicks. The place is going wild, and Donzig is driven towards more of that barbed wire.

Rude: The Sheik looking for more damage!

The Sheik hits a hard knee, and grabs Donzig as he calls for a DDT into the barbed wire! The fans re going wild, but Donzig breaks free and he shoves the Sheik into the barricade before he starts to deliver hard hammer blows across his chest. And then he yanks the Sheik around to haul him towards the announce table. He slams his head against it, battering away at it as blood flys everywhere.

W3: Oh my god!

Gus Arnold: You know for a SWAT boy, you should be more used to this!

Donzig flings the Sheik aside, and he grabs Rude to tear off his headset. Then he snarls and spits into it, climbing atop the table.

Donzig: YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WALK INTO MY HOUSE AND CALL ME OUT! I AM DEATH IN HIGH PLACES! I AM THE NEW GOD OF EXTREME! I WILL HAVE YOUR FUCKING EYES FOR THIS!

The headset is flung aside, and Donzig leaps from the table only to caught across the ribs by a huge kick from the Sheik. He drops, grabbing at his ribs as the Sheik starts to stomp away at him.

Rude: Is this on? What in the hell!

Gus Arnold: The Sheik needs to put this one away!

The Sheik grabs a cable from the ground, using it to whip across Donzig’s burned and bleeding back as the Scourge struggles to rise. And the fans are going wild, as he wraps it around Donzig’s throat to yank back on it. He tightens it, jerking him from side to side as he plants a knee between his shoulders.


W3: The Sheik choking the life out of the Scourge!

Rude: Donzig looks to be fading!

The Sheik drops him, and curses in Arabic before he hauls him to his feet. He flings him inside of the ring, and crawls in after him. And he stomps at his back a few times, and then he drags him upwards to slowly lock on the Last Crusade!

Rude: The Last Crusade! This could be it!

W3: If the Sheik locks this on, it might be over for Donzig!

The Sheik locks one arm, but then Donzig flares back to life with a snarl.He rises slowly, lifting the Sheik on his shoulders as he stumbles under the weight. The Sheik snarls, hammering a few fists down at him before Donzig drops him. And then the Sheik shoves him forward, hitting a dropkick!

Donzig lands on the middle rope, and howls as the barbed wire rips into him. Then the explosion hits, gouts of flames and sparks showering across him. He stumbles back, blinded and bleeding before the Sheik drops him with a reverse DDT!

W3: Donzig is broken!

Rude: I can’t believe it!

1…

2….

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…..

KICKOUT!

The fans explode, and the Sheik stares before he comes back to his feet. He shakes his head, and pulls Donzig upwards before he drags him towards the wreckage of the chair. He smirks down at it, and then goes for the piledriver!

But Donzig flips him backwards with a reverse, and the Sheik turns only to be caught with the EVENT HORIZON!

Gus Arnold: That’s my boy!

Rude: You hate each other!

Gus Arnold: I can hate him and respect him, Archie!

Donzig stumbles, moving a little slow before he runs to the ropes to leap onto the middle one! Fire explodes even as he crashes down on Sheik with the Lionsault!

Pin!

1…

2…

Donzig yanks him upwards, shaking his head at the ref with a wild and bloody grin.

W3: That’s your boy?

Gus Arnold: Listen, there’s a saying:

Gus Arnold & W3 & Rude: Donzig has to Donzig.

The fans meanwhile are going wild as Donzig staggers to his feet, wiping blood from his face before he rolls to the outside. He digs under the ring, and then comes to his feet holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire high over his head.

The fans in LA are on their feet, cheering wildly.

Gus Arnold: Lightbringer!

W3: Uh oh.

Donzig stares at the bat, and then his hand snaps across the barbed wire. Flames erupt, and the thing burns as he stares at the slowly stirring Sheik. And then Graves grabs at him, jerking him around.

Rude: That was a mistake!

Lightbringer slams into Graves’ stomach, doubling him over before Donzig cracks it across his back with a shower of flames. The designer jacket ripping and tearing as he yanks it free, Graves staggers a little before he looks up. And the bat cracks across his ribs, and MXG is sent flying into tangled barbed wire!

Flames and sparks explode as Graves struggles in the barbed wire, flailing as he tries to get free. Donzig spins the bat, laughing wildly before he slowly limps towards the ring as the Sheik drags himself upwards.

W3: We are approaching the ten minute warning!

Donzig pulls himself upwards, and steps between the ropes with the bat still burning in his hand as he watches the Sheik rise. And then he charges in, gouging the business end of the bat into his stomach. Then he cracks it across his back, then another as the fans were going wild. He laid the bat across his chest and throat, and dropped him with a russian leg sweep!

Rude: Both of these men are bleeding, they are burned! This is chaos!

Gus Arnold: I am not sure how these men are standing!

W3: Blood everywhere.

Donzig fumes, looking around wildly before he wipes the blood from his face before he spits again. Then he moves downward, locking on the crossface with the bat across the Sheik’s throat as he leans back hard. The fans are cheering, and the Sheik grabs around the ring trying to escape.

Then he grabs the ref, ripping him forward to drop him across the pair.

Rude: The ref is down!

Donzig slowly pushes himself to his feet, and the Sheik lunges at him with a hard knee to his face. Then another, before he hauls him upwards to fling him at the ropes again. Donzig catches on the middle rope, and dangles there as more wounds are ripped in his flesh.

W3: Donzig in peril!

The Sheik runs backwards, and then drops a hard leg across Donzig’s back! Blood flows and Donzig slumps across the wires before he falls to the mat. The Sheik stares down at him, shaking his head before he rolls outside. He mutters to himself grabbing lose coils of wire, twisting and yanking at them.

Rude: The Sheik with ill intent!

W3: I don’t think we want to see where this is going!

The Man from the Empty Quarter rolls inside, still twisting and bending the wires as more fall from his grasp. Then he stalks over, stomping away at Donzig’s back before he loops the wire around his hands to lock on the La Belle Lock! Donzig’s eyes widen, and he blinks awake as he struggles to get free as the Sheik leans back hard.

The ref asks if he wants to tap, and Donzig curses at him.

Gus Arnold: He’s not going to tap, that boy doesn’t have quit in him!

W3: He has to!

Donzig’s hand closes on some wire, and then he twists it in his hand before he stabs it into Sheik’s arm! Then again, and the hold is broken as the Sheik comes to his feet grabbing at his stabbed arm with wide eyes.

Rude: The Sheik can’t believe he has been stabbed!

He snarls, and Donzig stabs him in the shoulder with the bit of wire! It just from the Sheik’s shoulder, and blood pours from the wound before Donzig snaps him at the ropes! Flames and spark explode, and in a cloud of smoke the singed Sheik comes forward to be hit with another EVENT HORIZON!

W3: Event Horizon!

Donzig looks around the ring, and grabs some wire to wrap it around his arm before he climbs one of the already exploded corners with a sneer. He glares down at the Sheik, and the fans are going wild.

Gus Arnold: Donzig looking to finish this!

Rude: He is taking a long time to climb those ropes!

Donzig leaps off, howling with the barbed wire wrapped elbow aimed at the chest of the Sheik. But the Great King of Terror rolls away, and Donzig crashes down with a scream of rage and pain. He rolls around, kicking at the mat as blood gushes from his arm. The Sheik is still down, and the ref stares at them before glancing at the timer.

W3: Both men are down! And they are ripped to shreds, the air smells of smoke and blood! And the ref knows double count out is not an option!

Rude: The ring could blow at any time!

The fans are on their feet, and the Sheik slowly rises as he shoves back his bloodsoaked hair. A shake of his head, and he spits blood before he walks across the ring to the groggy looking, burned, and bloody Donzig to once more lock on the Last Crusade!

Rude: How much more can these men take!

Gus Arnold: I have never seen anything like this!

The Sheik flashes a bloody grin, and he leans back as he hooks it in. But Donzig faceplants himself, the hold broken as the Sheik stares at him. Then he slides backwards, and hits the low blow on the Man from the Empty Quarter.

The fans explode, and Donzig grabs the Sheik before he spins him around to hit the 25:17! The Sheik twitches, and sprawls before Donzig drops to go for the cover with a spray of blood.

1…

2…

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….

…..T…h…

KICKOUT!

W3: These fans can’t believe it! They are on their feet!

Rude: How! How!

The ref looks at the timer, which is now flashing an ominous red as the numbers roll downward. And the firemen look at them before they start to drag hoses from the truck, and Donzig covered in blood drags himself up the barbed wire. Blood runs from his face and body, and he tugs at his beard as the Sheik pushes himself upwards to stare at Donzig.

Donzig laughs, a grin spreading across his face as he throws back his head to unleash a peal of that strange inhuman laughter of his. The Sheik rises slowly, and then he stalks forward only to be caught with the SICILIAN CLAW!

Gus Arnold: The Sicilian Claw! It’s over!

Rude: The Sheik is dropping to his knees!

The fans are going crazy as Donzig’s hand squeezes on the Sheik’s face, fingers clawing into his skin. Blood is everywhere, and the Sheik shakes his head as he grabs at his wrist. Pulling and yanking at Donzig’s wrist as he starts to force himself upwards. Donzig tightens his hand, and the Sheik ducks low to put Donzig across his shoulders.

GTS!

W3: What was that!

Rude: The Sheik pulling out all the stops!

The firemen are surrounding the ring as a siren wails, and the clock flashes numbers as the ref looks at the Sheik who is mumbling to himself as he stares down at his foe. Then he shakes his head even as some of the firemen drag MXG from the tangles of barbed wire.

Gus Arnold: The Great King of Terror is not done, he is sending a message to the XHF!

A foot slides under Donzig’s chin, lifting him slowly upwards with a wicked grin as blood drips from his face. Donzig stumbles, blood running from him in rivulets as he stumbled again. And then the Sheik steps back!

SCIMITAR!

But Donzig ducks low, grabbing him under the leg to fire him off with a cradle suplex! The fans explode, and the ref looks at the clock in mounting dread. The Sheik is back on his feet, staggering as he waves Donzig forward with a snarl of bloodied teeth. Donzig grabs him, whipping him at the ropes!

REVERSE!

Donzig hits the bottom rope, and flames and sparks explode from it as he bounces backwards to catch the Sheik with an Event Horizon!

W3: SPRINGBOARD EVENT HORIZON!

Gus Arnold: It’s just a cutter.

The Sheik sprawls on the mat, and Donzig falls into a cover! Barely hooking the leg with a handful of bloody cloth.

1…

2…

….2….and a half…

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……THREE!

Rude: Donzig has done it!

The fans are going wild, and the ref fairly runs from the ring. Donzig rolls to the outside, staggering away towards the ramp with blood oozing and running from him. A few medics try to grab him, but he shoves them aside.

Rude: You know what I think we should back up!

W3: You’re right!

Gus Arnold grabs his cowboy hat, and the three quickly move away from the announce table.

But MXG breaks away from the medics and firemen, diving inside of the ring to grab the Sheik. He drags him across the mat, and the pair topple away at the last minute as the ring EXPLODES! Smoke and fire billowing into the air, before another explosion hits. Sparks and fireworks flying into the air, and the ring shudders as it collapses on one side.

Then another EXPLOSION hits!

The firemen start spraying the burning wreckage, and the Sheik lays still out cold in the bloody arms of MXG who looks up to see Donzig staring down at them with that blank look on his face. And then he shrugs, slowly leaning downward to pat Graves’ cheek.

Donzig: Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!

Then the Scourge walked off, stumbling up the ramp before he throws a ripped and bloody arm into the air. And Graves looked down at the still dazed looking Sheik.

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Billy Fowler vs. 'The High Roller' Wesley Crane
Terror Dome Match

The fans are cheering when we come back to ringside, and the announce team seems stunned.

Torchwood: I hope His Majesty was not watching that bloodbath!

Fulton: Too bad, Wormwood wasn’t caught in the explosion.

Tucker: This match will be just as violent, I think.

Frank Salazar: The following is a Terror Dome match! After both contestants are in the ring, the Terror Dome will be lowered. It will not rise again, until we have a winner! It is not holds barred, and there must be a winner!

The crowd cheers, and Frank nods.

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, he is the challenger from Syracuse, New York! Weighing in at 223 pounds, he is the High Roller! WESLEY CRANE!



The fans give a mixed reaction, as the pyros whistle downward to explode with a pop. Sparks fly downward as Crane walks from the back, pausing at the top of the ramp to pump his arm like he is throwing dice. Then he heads for the ring, rolling inside before coming up with his arms spread as the fans are eating it up.

Tucker: I am not a fan of Crane, but facts are he was robbed last month by the Bastards!

Fulton: You mean outwitted.



Frank Salazar: He is the reigning and defending WUK World Champion, weighing in at 276 pounds, representing the Bastards! This is BILLY FOWLER!

The fans jeer, the recent actions of the Bastards and the American crowd not fans it seems as Fowler walks from the back. He glares at the ring, shaking his head before he slaps the plate of the title belt around his waist. Then he throws a fist into the air, and pyros explode along the stage. He heads down the ramp, smirking at Crane as he pulls himself upwards before stepping across the ropes.

He rips off the belt, holding it high over his head as he glares down at Crane. Crane smirks, and motions at his waist.

Frank takes the title belt and retreats from the ring as lights flash and strobe as the ominous structure of the Terror Dome slowly descends from above the ring. Weapons hanging and strapped to it’s sides.

Tucker: How many tons of steel and misery is that thing?

Fulton: I have no idea, Jeremy. But I am glad I am not inside of it.

Torchwood: This is going be a war, lads!

The ref watches the dome descend, and the ring crew grabs it to guide it down to the floor. But Crane charges at Fowler before it finishes, driving hard knees into the big man’s ribs to drive him into the ropes. He is throwing punches and kicks, the fans cheering.

Fulton: This is an outrage!

Tucker: The High Roller is done waiting!

Fowler throws Crane back, and grabs him by the throat with a snarl. He flings Crane towards the ropes, sending him rolling across the mat in a heap where he is narrowly missed by the massive cage. The champ rolls to the outside, and tears a kendo stick off the dome.

Torchwood: Narrow confines outside the ring between it and the cage! I am not sure if this is a wise idea.

Fulton: Fowler doesn’t care, Sir Arthur!

Fowler cracks the stick across Crane’s back, and then cracks it across his back again. Welts appearing as Fowler drops back, and he lines up another blow that snaps across Crane’s back to drop him to the floor.

Tucker: Billy Fowler in a fury here tonight!

Fulton: Crane wanted this! This is on him!

Fowler stomps away at Crane’s back a few times, and then he places the stick across his throat. A knee buried between his shoulders as he leans back, twisting as Crane tries to get free. The fans are booing, and Fowler tightens the hold as the ref calls for a break.

Torchwood: Pinfalls or submissions must take place inside of the ring!

The ref grabs at Fowler once more, and Fowler shoves off Crane to grab at the ref before he flings aside the kendo stick. Whipping it into the ring, and then he drags Crane to his feet. He flings him into the steel mesh of the Terror Doe, then he yanks him free before he flings her at it again. The fans boo, and Fowler scoops him up across his shoulder before he runs at one of the supports.

Crane cracks into the steel, blood gushing from his head.

Tucker: Crane is busted open! And Fowler is showing no mercy!

Fulton: Crane antagonized the Bastards, he did this! He couldn’t deal with his failure!

Tucker: Sean Bean hit him with brass knuckles!

Fulton: If the ref didn’t see it, then it never happened!

Cranes rolls aside the side of the dome, wiping blood from his face. Fowler grabs him, smacking his cheek.

Fowler: You’re going to learn this is the Bastards’ show today.

Then he rises, planting a boot on his throat. Crane grabs at his ankle, trying to shove him off as Crane leans down on him. Crane chokes and flails, trying to get away as Fowler glares down at him. Then he steps off, and walks over to grab another stick from the side of the dome.

Crane crawls over to the ring, digging under it as Fowler stalks towards him.

Fulton: Crane trying to escape!

Torchwood: I wouldn’t try that, I am not sure where Mister Jinx got to!

Fowler grabs Crane’s ankle, pulling him out from under the apron. Then he rolled over, and he was holding a fire extinguisher. It sprayed white powder into the face of Fowler, and he staggered back shaking his head as he wiped at his eyes. The stick dropped aside, and then Crane was on his feet.

He charged forward, cracking the extinguisher across the face of Fowler. Blood ran from his forehead, and Fowler fell against the side of the Dome! Crane hit him again, then threw the extinguisher aside as he grabbed the kendo stick.

Tucker: Crane going for payback!

Crane cracked the stick across the ribs of Fowler, then again! Fowler staggered forward, and Crane grabbed him with the stick across his throat. He dropped him against the mesh with a Russian Leg Sweep! The fans cheered, and Fowler slid downward as Crane looked around wildly.

Torchwood: Wesley Crane showing a lot of frustration!

Fulton: Fowler did nothing wrong!

Crane charges forward, and hits IN THE FACE on the side of Fowler’s head to drive it into the steel. Fowler slumps, laying in a heap as Crane looks around before he heads across the dome to tear a chair from the mesh.

Fowler drags himself upwards, staggering towards the ring wiping at his eyes. Then Crane charges forward to swing the chair at the back of the WUK champion, and then another. Fowler sags against the side of the ring, falling against the ringpost.

Fulton: Stop the match! Stop the damned match, Fowler is hurt!

Tucker: Well, if he wants to tap?

Crane lines up with the chair, and he swings it at Fowler’s head with a scream. But Fowler rolls aside, the chair bent in half around the post as it falls from Crane’s hands as he staggers around. Then Fowler grabs him, bouncing his head against the post before he scoops him up to throw him inside.

Torchwood: Fowler has had enough!

Crane is pulling himself up the ropes, and Fowler grabs a table from the side of the mesh. Struggling with the chains holding it in place before he turns to toss it in the ring. He rolls inside, and grabs Crane before firing him across the ring.

BIG BOOT!

Tucker: Fowler is out for blood, I have never seen him like this!

Fulton: Billy Fowler the WUK Champion is sending a message! You can’t have people like Crane make people think there are any cracks in the Bastards! You can’t let people think WUK is soft!

Fowler slowly sets up the table, and then grabs the rising Crane.

Torchwood: Crane is in trouble!

London Calling through the table! The fans groan, and Fowler smirks as he goes for the pin!

1…

2….

….

…..KICKOUT!

Tucker: That was close!

Torchwood: I can’t believe Crane got out of that!

Fulton: The ref did a slow count, he has a bias!

The fans cheer, and Fowler glares at the ref before he climbs to his feet. He drags Crane upwards, and throws a few punches before he presses him to the ropes. Then he scoops him up, draping him across his shoulder to charge forward for a power slam!

Crane slides out, and dropkicks Fowler into the corner!


Tucker: Crane narrowly dodging disaster!

German Suplex!

Torchwood: Crane taking the big man off his feet!

Fulton: No!

Crane rolls him up, hooking the leg as he leaned back. The ref dives for the count!

1…

2…

….KICKOUT!

Tucker: Fowler with the kickout! Neither one of these men are going to quit with the richest prize in the XHF on the line!

Torchwood: Yes, it’s quite a show even without bears.

Crane stumbles back to his feet, pulling at his hair as he walks across the ring. He motions for Fowler to rise, bouncing slowly before he points both fingers at him before he goes for the SPEAR!

The fans explode, and Fowler is down again.

Crane leans in the corner, looking back at him before jumping to the ringpost!

Tucker: High risk, high reward!

Torchwood: Crane needs to pull out all the stops if he wants to put away the Champion!

DIVING ELBOW!

But Fowler rolls out of the way, both men are down! The fans are on their feet, and the ref stares as he seems at a loss.

Fulton: There has to be a winner, there are no count outs!

Fowler slowly drags himself upwards, staggering towards the ropes before he reaches out to grab one of the weapons hanging from the dome overhead. He holds the broomstick high, and then glares at the slowly rising Crane.

Tucker: Fowler is ready to finish Crane off.

Torchwood: I don’t like the looks of this!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Crane is down again, and Fowler flings aside the broom before he hauls him back to his feet. He drops huge blows across his back and shoulders, and then he goes for the Pump Handle Slam!

The fans groan, and Crane rolls around in pain before he falls from the ring!


Tucker: Crane escaping from the ring!
Torchwood: Brilliant!

Fulton: Crane knows he has no chance against the Champion!

The Big Bastard follows him to the outside, and he slams his hands on the ring as he grabs at Crane who is half way under the ring apron. And then he drags Crane out from under the ring, and Crane twists to drive a toolbox into Fowler’s face! Tools go flying as Fowler staggers back, and Crane is on his feet before he grabs one of the wrenches to crack it across the head of Fowler.

Fulton: No! No!

Tucker: I guess Crane just threw a wrench in his plans!

Torchwood: Americans.

The fans are going wild as Crane batters a few more knees into the head of Fowler before he drags him towards the ring. He snaps a few elbows into Fowler’s head and face, and then he pushes him inside before he rolls in after him.

He walks back and forth before dropping into the corner as Fowler slowly rises, he makes the dice rolling motion before finishing with a point!

IN THE FACE!

Fowler drops, and Crane makes the cover!

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…2…

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….KICKOUT!

Fulton: Thank god!

Tucker: So close!

The fans are going wild as Crane shakes his head in disbelief before he drags himself back to his feet. He looks around the ring, and then rolls to the outside to tear a steel chair from te side of the Terrordome. He rolls inside, and he slams the chair against the ground as he waits for Fowler to rise.

Torchwood: Crane looking to put this one away! And these fans are at the edge of their seats!

Tucker: This could be the end of an era!

Fulton: The Forever Champ is not losing tonight, boys!

Crane swings the chair at Fowler, and then Fowler rips it from his hands. He cracks it across the head of Crane, and the fans groan before Fowler throws it aside. Then he steps back, before he nails the Big Boot! Crane spins in the air, slamming down on the mat!

Tucker: Fowler is too powerful!

Fulton: Two words: Forever. Champ.

Fowler smirks, throwing his fists into the air to mock the crowd before he walks back and forth. He is talking trash, and staring at the downed Crane who is slowly pushing himself upwards with a shake of his head. Fowler hauls him upwards, firing a few elbows into his lower back before he spins him around.

Crane is lifted for the London Calling!

Fulton: Good luck, Wesley! Enjoy the back of the line!

Tucker: Not like this!

The fans are booing, and then Crane flares back to life. He starts battering punches down on Fowler’s head and face, and Fowler stumbles before Crane drops free with his arm locked around his neck! Then he leaps off, spinning as he lands a Tornado DDT on the chair!

Fowler sprawls broken, and Crane hook the legs as the ref dives for the count!

1…..

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….2…

….2 and a half….

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…..THREE!

The Crypto.com arena is on it’s feet, and the fans are going wild as Crane staggers to his feet. The ref grabs his arm, holding it high as the Terrordome shudders before it starts to slowly rise as pyros explode!

Fulton: No! No! The Forever Champ!

Frank Salazar: Your winner and the NEW Wrestle:UK Heavyweight Champion, WESLEY CRANE!

Tucker: Wesley Crane has done it! He is the WUK Champion here in Los Angeles!

Torchwood: Unbelievable action here in Los Angeles! I am Sir Arthur Torchwood. Good night from W:UK!