WUK Presents: Dominion

[Mr. Blood]

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “And you… you’re going to destroy Fowler and show the world just how lame he is. I defeated him, and now it’s time for you to do the same thing. I don’t want you to just beat him, I want you to humiliate him. I want him to lay there at the end of your match and have the reality kick in that he’s not anywhere near the level of The High Rollers Club… you got this, right?”

Preston Andre Reese: “You’re mother fucking right, I do.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Glucks, you’re with me in my locker room until my match. Cage, I want you to stay with your brother, Rage. You’re more than welcome to get ready inside my locker room. Same goes for you Preston. The Bastards are down a member tonight. We take advantage of that. Preston, take care of Fowler. Rage, good luck in your match. It’s not going to be easy. I have no concerns that you won’t make a huge impact in your match. As for me, I’m going to take care of Ronald once and for all. Put this thing with him to rest. It’s time for Ronald to learn his place in Wrestle:UK… and it’s not in the main event scene with The High Rollers Club. Let’s go.”

With that said, The High Rollers Club make their way into the arena.

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The fans in the O2 were on their feet, booing and jeering as Mister Blood walked from the back. He adjusted his suit jacket, nodding before he headed for the ring with a velvet wrapped object tucked under his arm. He climbed the ring stairs, and called for a mic before he walked back and forth across the ring.

Mr. Blood: Due to the refusal of Frank Windsor to uphold the duties of the WUK Commonwealth Champion, including refusing to sign a contract to set a date to defend this title? The WUK Championship Committee has no choice but to strip Frank Windsor of the WUK Commonwealth Championship.

The fans cheer at this, not being in love with the attitude of the Bastards as of late.

Fulton: This is an outrage!

Tucker: Yeah, the lengths that Windsor will go to put himself and his band of cronies over at the expense of Wrestle:UK is pretty outrageous.

Fulton: That isn’t what I meant!

Torchwood: The actions of Frank Windsor, and the Bastards have spat in the face of everyone who ever held or fought for that belt. And this is just really the typical cowardice that I have come to expect from them.

Fulton: How dare you! The Bastards are treated like shit by Blood!

Tucker: Yeah, holding all the gold in the company for months, main event after main event, Blood just shits all over those guys. I have not seen someone treated so poorly since Donzig in SWAT.

Torchwood laughed.

Inside the ring Blood motioned for one of the referees to step forward, and he lifted the object over his head before he lowered it to tug off the velvet wrapping. He exposed the gleaming ornate gold surface of a title belt, Blood handed it to the referee before he pointed.

Mr. Blood: That is the NEW Wrestle: UK Commonwealth Title, that is the belt for a new champion! A champion who won’t stand by while his legacy is thrown into the crowd!

And that champion will be crowned tonight! The winner of this match will be the NEW Commonwealth Champion!

The fans explode, cheering wildly as Blood nods to the referee before he steps from the ring. Handing the mic to Frank Salazar.

Torchwood: Major announcement to open Dominion!

Blood walks over and settles in at the announce table, and takes a headset.

Mr. Blood: Gentlemen.

Fulton: How dare you–

Mr. Blood: Andy, I don’t work for you. And I don’t work for the Bastards, so whatever you think you’re going to say? Ask yourself if you will be happier working in the backwaters of Japan.

Match 1: #1 Contender, Commonwealth Championship
Jakie Wentzel vs. Ace Sky vs. Otto Ritter vs. Takaru Matsui vs.

Vlad Vladislov vs. Ripper vs. ‘Woke’ Wesley Rage vs. Grant Phillip Taylor

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an 8 man challenge for the W:UK Commonwealth Title! There will be no countouts, no DQs, and no rope breaks! The match will continue until one man scores a pinfall or submission!

The fans cheer, and Frank continues.

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, weighing in at 165 pounds from Houston, Texas this is ACE SKY!

A rocket drops from the bottom of the titantron to the stage and there is a countdown voice over from 5 which fans count down to the pod door opens Ace Sky walks out in an aviator jacket and his usual in ring attire, he salutes a peace sign and makes his way down the aisle way pointing to forehead/ third eye and high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides then he dashes forward and does a signature slide through the bottom ring rope into the ring.

The opening notes of ‘Requiem’ by Monzart begin as we see flashes of light match up to the music. Once the vocals kick in it goes from pitch black to a blinding light. Otto Ritter comes from the back and walks to the ring. He wipes his boots before entering and standing in the ring.
Frank Salazar: Hailing from Hamburg, Germany at 195 pounds! He is Das Blitzkind! OTTO RITTER!

Tucker: Bad blood between these two aerial specialists from Legacy!

Mr. Blood: This is the kind of hungry young talent I want, this is what Wrestle UK should be! But some people are afraid to face actual competition!

Frank Salazar: Weighing in at 275 pounds from Detroit, Michigan! They call him ‘the Titan’! This is Grant Philip Taylor! GPT!

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of "Warrior's Call" begins to play over the speakers. Grant steps out onto the stage, his eyes fixed on the ring. He pauses for a moment, taking in the crowd's reaction, before making his way down to the ring. He moves with purpose, his eyes never leaving the ring.

The fans boo as GPT moves inside of the ring, and he nods at the other two as he waits.

Fulton: So you think GPT is the future of this business?

Mr. Blood: Sorry, Andy, we can’t all live in the past.

Tucker: If Frank Windsor gave two shits he would be here, Fulton.

Pyros explode along the stage, and the Beast stalks from the back. He pauses at the top of the ramp as sparks rain down behind him, and then he slames his fists against his chest before he bounces back and forth. Head shaking before he throws a few punches before he rolls his neck, heading down the ramp as the lovely Anastasia Petrov walks out behind him. Clapping her hands as she nods with approval, while the two head for the ring.

Frank Salazar: Entering the ring at this time, accompanied by Anastasia Petrov from Moscow, Russia! They call him the Russian Beast, this is VLADISLAV VOLKOV!

The fans give a mixed reaction as the huge Russian glares at the men in the ring, kicking the ringstairs before he climbs inside. Petrov stepping before him, and motioning him into the corner as the ref looks nervous.

Torchwood: The Russian Beast is a force of destruction, we could be looking at a bloodbath!

Fulton: Oh, who has he beaten?

The lights in the arena drop down to black darkness, as the fog starts to appear to flow down for the entrance ramp.
As Mad World starts to play out 0ther the arena. A yellow glow of an old lantern appears in the entranceway. Slowly the lantern starts to make its way down the entrance ramp.

Suddenly it becomes clear that the lantern is being held out at arm's length, by a figure wearing an old-fashioned top hat and a long black coat. As the figure reaches the ring arena, the lights in the arena start to glow once again, as the figure walks up the ring steps. Then places the lantern at the ringside before entering through the rope. As the lights come back to their normal brightness, the figure removes the top hat and long coat. To reveal a painted face of Ripper.

Frank Salazar: Fighting out of the West End of London at 218 pounds! This is the Ripper!

The fans give a mixed reaction as Ripper slides into the ring, he walks back and forth to glare into the face of each of his opponents. Vladislov stepping forward only to be held back by Petrov as Ripper grins.

Tucker: Lots of buzz around the debuting Ripper!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Frank Salazar: Representing the Von Krauss Dynasty, weighing in at 280 pounds! He is the Mennonite Mangler, this is Jakie Wentzel!

The fans boo, as Jakie stomps inside of the ring. His eye narrowed on Vlad, and he shook his head as he drew back.

Fulton: You complain about the Bastards, but you know Jakie is only in this match because he is Armand’s pet!

Mr. Blood: Did you want to speak to Armand?

Torchwood: No rules, and the sheer size of Jakie makes him a real threat in this match!

Shiver by the Gazette blasts across the arena, and the fans jeer as lasers cut through the air before a flash of lights and pyro announced the arrival of the Red Slayer, Takaru Matsui walked from the back before he shook his head to sway to the music. Behind him stalked the monstrous Oni, and of course Malcolm Xavier Graves.

Matsui laughed at the men in the ring, nodding his head to the music before he moved up the stairs.

Frank Salazar: Fighting out of Kyoto, Japan! He is one half of Neon Bushido, and represents the Golden Horde! Accompanied to the ring by MXG, and the man they call Oni! They call him the Red Slayer! TAKARU MATSUI!

Tucker: The win loss record of the Red Slayer is highly deceiving, few men in WUK are as dangerous as Takaru Matsui.

Torchwood: Those are facts, lad. And the presence of Oni at ringside is just as dangerous.

“Woke” Wesley Rage and Nicholas Honest Cage walk out to boos. Cage is in his neon UFC-style shorts with an Oscar statue airbrushed over the crotch. Rage is wearing plain red tights along with red boots. He has the hammer in yellow on his left boot and the sickle in yellow on his right boot. His entire left arm is taped up and sports pro-worker/left-wing slogans on it. He is wearing a black gaiter over his nose and mouth. Rage has a serious look in his eyes and marches to the ring while Cage is full of energy. Cage jumps around and hypes up his brother. They roll into the ring, then hop up and hug each other.

Frank Salazar: Accompanied to the ring by Honest Nic Cage, representing the High Roller’s Club! He is ‘Woke’ Wesley Rage!

The fans jeer, and Frank leaves the ring as the eight men glare at each other. Then the ref calls for the bell.

Fulton: We all know this match is a farce, right?

Mr. Blood: Hm.

The men come together, throwing punches as Otto and Ace Sky waste no time in renewing hostilities as they are driven towards the corner. They are firing off kicks and punches, and meanwhile Vlad charges in with a roar. He grabs Ace Sky, flinging him backwards a thunderous suplex! The fans explode, and he starts stomping away at Otto.

Torchwood: Vlad being very aggressive off the boot! He is laying into Otto and Ace Sky here in the early going!

Jakie Wentzel comes charging at him, throwing heavy forearms at his head and face to stagger the Russian beast backwards. The fans cheer, and the two big men lock up as they press against the ropes as Ace Sky is leveled by Rage as he tries to rise.

Otto rolls to the outside, shaking his head before he is cracked across the back by the cane of MXG! The fans howl, and MXG shrugs before he delivers a few stomps at the Blitzlkind before he draws away.

Tucker: Graves wasting no time interfering in this match!

Meanwhile, Ripper and GPT are trading blows in the middle of the ring. Ripper is whipped at the ropes, but comes off with a hard clothesline that staggers GPT back. Then another, and the fans cheer wildly.

KINSHASA!

GPT is dropped to the outside, and the fans explode as Matsui smirks as he rises. But Ripper is on him, wasting no time in throwing a few stiff punches that rock the Red Slayer backwards.
Torchwood: Ripper and the Red Slayer already laying into each other, and these fans are going crazy!

Jakie draws back a few steps, and then he runs forward to lay a clothesline across the chest of Vladislov. Then another, and the Russian staggers before he rises again to slam a huge fist against his chest with a snarl of defiance. And Jakie barrels in again, throwing a massive shoulder that sends Vlad to the outside!

Jakie turns, and is leveled across the face with #RESIST!

Jakie drops against the ropes, and then sprawls before Rage makes the cover.

1…

2…

…..RIPPER BREAKS THE PIN!

The fans cheer, and Rage is jerked to his feet by Ripper. Belly to Belly Suplex! The fans cheer, and Rage is in a heap as Ripper grins as he walks over to deliver a few stomps to his back.

Fulton: Every man for himself inside this ring!

Ace Sky dropkicks Ripper, knocking him backwards against the ropes! The fans cheer, and Sky poses before he bounces back against the ropes before he is dropped by a kick across the chest from Matsu!

He stumbles on his hands and knees, and then is caught with a scissors kick across the back of his head! Sky sprawls, and Matsui laughs before Jakie grabs him around the throat to deliver a brutal chokeslam!

Tucker: Wentzel just leveled Matsui!

Torchwood: Not sure he will have time to capitalize!

1…

2….

OTTO RITTER CRASHES DOWN ON THEM!

The fans cheer, not being huge fans of Jakie. And Ritter smirks as he poses, dropping into a quick bow with a flourish! But Rage is on him, then battering away at him before he flings him into the corner with the Sickle!

He starts stomping away!

But Vlad comes over the top rope, and Rage quickly backs away.

Vlad grabs at him, flinging him into the corner! The Russian Beast roars, hammering his fists against his chest before he starts towards the corner with a snarl. But Takaru Matsui catches him with a kick across the face! Followed by another, and Vlad swats at him.

Fulton: The Red Slayer laying into Vladislov, but I am not sure he is going to stop him!

GPT comes flying in as Takaru is knocked aside, leveling the big Russian with a huge spear! The fans cheer, and GPT rolls off with a nod of approval before he is spun around to be thrown across the top rope by Jakie!

Tucker: Jakie Wentzel is showing no mercy tonight!

Fulton: No doubt, well rested!

There are bodies everywhere, and Jakie looks around before he is caught from behind with the Lethal Injection from Ripper! The Mennonite Mauler is down, and the fans are on their feet as Ripper looks around wildly before he makes the cover!

1…

2….

….KICKOUT!

Torchwood: That was close!

Ripper comes to his feet, and reaches for Jakie but he is caught with the Running Triangle Choke by Matsui! The Red Slayer wraps his legs around his head, twisting as he leans back hard as Ripper staggers trying to shake him of.

Tucker: Ripper is grinning, but he looks to be fading!

Ripper with a last surge of strength, spins around to drive Matsui into the bottom turnbuckle. Then again, the fans groan as Matsui falls off as Ripper straightens with a shake of his head before he turns only to be yanked from the ring by the monstrous Oni!

Tucker: This is ridiculous!

Fulton: You mess with one member of Neon Bushido, you get them all!

Ripper throws a few punches, but Oni flings him into the barricade before he levels him with a thrust kick that sends him sprawling into the front row. And Oni stalks after him as MXG barks orders as Jakie is back on his feet.

The Mennonite Mangler stalks towards the rising Rage, but he is grabbed by the Russian Beast! The two big men face off, an the fans are on their feet as they start trading blows. Jakie is staggered, and Vlad turns.

Nic Cage rolls inside the ring, and delivers Papa's Got a Brand New Bag!

Torchwood: That will stop even a man the size of Vlad!

The fans are going wild, and Ace Sky leaps onto the apron before he comes off the top rope to deliver a cross body on Vlad! The fans cheer, and Sky rolls through to come to his feet with arms spread wide as he urges the fans onward.

LEAVING LAS VEGAS!

Tucker: Rage and Cage have broken Ace Sky in half! I can’t believe it!

Torchwood: That could very well be the fate of the Tag Team Champions at Legacy!

Mr. Blood: Perish the thought!

Fulton: Never happen!

The fans boo, and Rage and Cage grin as they exchange high fives before Rage goes for the cover!

1…

2….

…..Th…..THR….

RITTER COMES OFF THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A MOONSAULT!

Torchwood: Das Blitzkind with the save!

Cage curses, and grabs for Ritter to shake him angrily before Ritter shoves him away. He hits a quick dropkick that sends Cage to the outside, before he turns to be cracked across the face by a forearm from Rage!

#RESIST!

Torchwood: Rage going for the win!

Fulton: This could be it!

Jakie Wentzel rises, and he grabs Rage to spin him around before he hits a double arm DDT! Rage is out cold, and Wentzel flings him to the outside before he turns back to Ritter. He rolls him up, and the ref dives for the count.

1….

2….

Matsui dives across the ring, but falls just short!

……THREE!

The fans groan, and Jakie staggers to his feet with a roar as he shoves off the ref. Blood is on his feet, applauding as he nods. And the referee rolls back inside, and hands the belt to Jakie who throws it high into the air as he nods. Pointing at himself as he mocks the booing fans.

Frank Salazar: Your winner and the new WUK Commonwealth Champion, JAKIE WENTZEL!

[Mr. Blood]

Blood was sitting at his desk, digging through some papers after the match. And then the door opened, and Esmeralda Von Krauss swept inside with a faint frown. Blood looked up at her, frowning before he waved a paper at her.

Blood: I don’t have time for this.

EVK: You should make time.

Esmeralda drew forth a folder, tossing it onto the desk. A frown before Blood grabbed it, flipping it open as his eyes widened. And he slammed it down, his hand splayed over it as he glared.

Blood: I am the owner of WUK! I am the CEO!

EVK: And the Board of Directors is questioning your recent performance, dahling. The Bastards trashed your title, you can’t control your roster, and your bias? Well, frankly, your biases are quite telling.

Blood reddened, stammering as he threw the folder back at her.

Blood: You did this!

EVK: Perhaps I did. I warned you that I would have my revenge for your part in this war between Armand and Donzig. A war that saw my husband cast me aside, a war that delivered a weapon into his hands!

Esmeralda smiled, a terrible smile as she held up the folder as she stepped closer to Blood.

EVK: And you know I have enough money to buy a seat on your board, Sebastian. You know how much of this company already belongs to Sinclair. You will reap what you have sown, old fool.

Blood: I will fight you.

Emerald shrugged, opening the door.

EVK: You will try.



(The Tron shows both Vampira and Psychotic Goth in what looks like a graveyard with spades standing near what looks like piles of dirt.)

Vampira: "Eddie Havok you do not know what you have started, but Psychotic goth plans on showing you that your actions shall have serious consequences."

Psychotic Goth: "Eddie Havok. You do not know who you are fooling with. You do not know that your actions shall have serious consequences and tonight. Tonight in a matter of moments you shall see what those consequences shall be when your three pieces of trash suffer at my hands."

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

Psychotic Goth: "You think you are clever to think you can easily beat me after your men face me. You are quite wrong Havok. You are dead wrong. I shall make your suffering quick and without mercy and I shall have no regrets in hurting you. As for your Grimm Reapers along with yourselves. I shall show you who the real reaper is when I run your gauntlet."

(Psychotic Goth laughs demonically.)

Psychotic Goth: "I shall hurt you all and when the time comes Eddie Havok. When we collide in the ring I don't care the hell what kind of match you think of Havok. I shall hurt you and I shall not stop until you are taught a lesson not to mess with someone as maniacal as I am. You shall fear me Eddie Havok and you shall see why I am so feared in Wrestle: UK."

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

Psychotic Goth: "You shall be wishing you were still feuding with The Bastards. I shall make sure I bury all of you shall have no tombstone or marker to remember you nor shall they find you. Do not think I will not go through with my vow to do so. I shall since I always do as I promise."

(The camera pans down into the grave and reveals what looks like mannequins dressed like Skulls of Grimm with photos of Eddie Havok and the The Grimm Reapers pasted onto the heads of the mannequins.)

Psychotic Goth: "I shall make sure you get no eulogy since I do not believe in them. You don't even deserve any eulogies but you deserve to be sent to hell. Oh and I love going through hell, because hell is what I enjoy going through and I shall always enjoy going through hell just to beat my opponents."

(They begin to shovel dirt into the grave.)

Psychotic Goth: "This is what you are in for and this is going to be your fate Grimm Reapers. This is what you have wrought on yourselves and Eddie Havok. I am not some idiot in a bar nor am I some rivasl gang member. You are so used to beating up drunks and anyone who doesn't give you any leeway when you enter a bar."

(They continue to shovel dirt into the grave until it's completely filled.)

Psychotic Goth: "You and your biker boys love to push and shove patrons out of the way. However, tonight I shall put you and your idiots in their place and I shall bury you and them when the time comes. You shall see what lengths I shall go through just to destroy you all."

(He pats the dirt and sticks the spade into the dirt.)

Psychotic Goth: "You do not know what I shall resort to just to hurt you all. At Legacy #14 you shall see what lengths I shall go to show you what I'm capable of. Even if it means being beat down and worn down just to destroy you."

(Psychotic Goth pats all four purple velvet bags slung over his shoulder.)

Psychotic Goth: "Wait until I reveal to you the gifts I made for you. You shall see how generous I can be Eddie Havok when I show you and your idiots what they are going to be in for. Then again I don't care how long it takes for us to destroy the other as long as we settle this once and for all."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Grimm Reapers. You shall pay for what your leader has done and soon he shall pay a serious price as well. Nothing shall stop me from destroying you and you shall wish you hadn't started with me. You shall be wishing you had taken your loss at The Elimination Chamber Match like a man. Now watch your men pay for your foolishness and watch what's in store for you. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my vow come true."

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Match 2: Billy Fowler vs Preston Andre Reese

Frank Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The fans cheer.



Billy Fowler stomps from the back, pausing at the top of the ramp to glare at the fans as he tugs on his elbow pad. He nods, stalking back and forth before he throws a fist into the air. Pyros hit, blasting across the top of the ramp before a loud explosion goes off. He nods, and starts down the ramp glaring at the fans as he yells a few choice insults at them.

Fulton: The disrespect these fans are showing to a former world champion is unbelievable!

Tucker: Fowler turned his back on these fans, and now he is mad?

Fulton: These fans are ungrateful, the Bastards just called them out for it.

Frank Salazar: Representing the Bastards, weighing in at 340 pounds, he is the last real draw in wrestling! BILLY FOWLER!

The fans boo, and Fowler grabs the top rope as he pulls himself upwards. He steps across the ropes, and nods at the ref as he stalks back and forth before he turns to glare up the ramp.



There is a burst of pyro, and Preston Andre Reese walks from the back to pose with arms spread wide a shower of sparks falls behind him. He yells, flexing for the fans before he shakes his head at the ring as he starts down the ramp. He yanks on his coat, shrugging it off as he ignores the fans.

Frank Salazar: From Hollywood, Los Angeles, California! Fighting out of the High Roller’s Club, he is a second generation superstar! Weighing in at 225 pounds, he is PRESTON ANDRE REESE.

Reese climbed the stairs, weeping his feet on the edge of the apron before he steps between the ropes. He pointed a finger at Fowler, smirking before he lifted his arms to the cheers of the fans.

Torchwood: Fowler shouldn’t underestimate Reese, the second generation athlete is a dangerous man.

Fulton: Fowler is a former world champion, I think he’ll be fine!

The ref called for the bell, and Fowler charged in with fists flying. He batters a few punches at Reese, but he dances back before he leans through the ropes. The ref calls for a break, motioning Fowler back as the big man tries to get at him.

Tucker: Fowler needs to reign it in before he gets DQ-ed!

Fulton: Reese is running scared here in the opening!

Reese comes out of the corner, and delivers a few kicks into Fowler’s thigh before he throws a few punches. Peppering the big man before he dances backwards again, and Fowler lunges forward as Reese rolls into the corner as the referee once more gets between them calling for the break.

Torchwood: Reese is playing with fire here, lads!

Tucker: Fowler is livid!

Fowler fumes as he backs, and then he grabs Reese to fling him at the ropes. A clothesline flips Reese around in the air, and he goes down in a heap before Fowler drags him upwards before he hits a hard side slam that knocks the air from Reese.

Tucker: Fowler is just so powerful! That size advantage letting him batter Reese!

Torchwood: Reese had the wind taken out of sails right there!

Fowler mutters to himself, and hauls Reese to his feet before he snaps him at the ropes!

BIG BOOT!

Reese is knocked flying, and the fans jeer as he paces back and forth. The ref pleads with Fowler who shakes his head before he plants on a boot on Reese’s chest. He motions for a count, and the ref dives into position.

1…

2….

….Reese kicks out!

Tucker: The arrogant cover of Fowler not working out.

Fulton: Arrogant? Listen, when you are the greatest champion in WUK? They don’t just call you the first and longest reigning champion, they call you Billy Fowler.

Fowler let’s Reese drag himself to his feet, pushing past the ref to start laying heavy blows across his back. Battering away at him before he scoops him upwards before he runs across the ring, but Reese slides free at the last minute to shove Fowler into the turnbuckle! Fowler spins around, and is caught with a dropkick to the knee!

Torchwood: Reese going for the legs as he promised!

Fowler swings, and Reese dodges aside before he leaps on his back. He locks on the sleeper hold, and the fans cheer as Fowler stumbles as he grabs for him. He staggers a few steps forward, trying to shake Reese off before he thrusts himself backwards. He shoves him hard into the corner, and then again!

Tucker: Fowler trying to escape! Looking desperate!

Fulton: Desperate? Please!

Torchwood: Even a man the size of Fowler has to breath, lads!

Reese came free after the fourth slam, and Fowler lunged to drive an elbow into his face. Reese fell into the corner, and Fowler drew back a few steps before he hit him with another. The fans groaned, and Fowler shook his head before he snapped Reese at the far corner. Reese slams home, and drops before Fowler stalks forward to grab for him.

But Reese rolls aside, and shoves him from behind to drive Fowler into the ringpost!

Fulton: All he is doing is pissing the Big Bastard off!

Fowler turned, holding at his shoulder before Reese caught him with a DDT! The fans exploded, and Reese made the cover.

1….

2….

….KICKOUT!

Tucker: Fowler is just too powerful!

Reese argued with the ref, and then he moved to lift Fowler’s leg with a few hard kicks to the back of his thigh. The fans cheer, and Fowler grabs for him as Reese moves to drop a knee on his leg just above the knee as he twists it.

That followed by another, and the fans cheer as Fowler batters the mat.

Fulton: Where is the referee? What is this?

Tucker: Cry me a river!

Reese delivered another kick, and then locked on the Figure Four! Fowler howled, trying to grab for Reese as he leane back hard. The Big Bastard grabbed at him, but Reese dropped back as he howled. Fowler grabbed for the ropes, trying to push away before he finally snagged one.

The ref called for the break, and Reese shook his head yelling ‘I have till five!’

Fulton: That man should be disqualified, this is disgusting!

Tucker: Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy!

Torchwood: He has until five!

The hold was broken, and Reese smirked as he dropped back waiting for Fowler to rise. Fowler came to his feet slowly, leaning hard on the ropes as he clutched at his knee. And then Reese came charging back in. The fans were cheering before Fowler flung him to the outside.

Reese came roaring back inside, but Fowler cracked a knee into his face before he flung him across the ring. The fans booed, and Fowler limped forward before he grabbed him as he rose before he motioned for LONDON CALLING!

Fulton:Boom! This one is over!

Torchwood: Fowler has pulled it off!

Reese flared to life as Fowler’s leg nearly buckled, and he stumbled back a step as Reese rained blows down at his head. Fowler fell back, staggering towards the corner before Reese leapt over him to land on the ropes. He turned quickly, wrapping his arms around the Big Bastards head as he bent him backwards before he leapt!

DIAMOND DUST!

The O2 is on their feet, and Reese makes the cover.

1….

2….

…..THR…..

…..THREEE!

Fulton: No! No! This can’t be happening!

Frank Salazar: Your winner, PRESTON ANDRE REESE!

The place exploded, and the ref lifted Reese’s hand before he jerked it away. He climbed the turnbuckle, lifting his arms to the fans before he leapt down with a smirk. He shrugged at Fowler, and then rolled from the ring as he headed for the ramp.



In the hallway Anthony Jordan was speaking with Watts, who was listening intently. Then he looked up, frowning as he saw Malcolm Xavier Graves standing there with the Sheik behind him. The Sheik growled, and MXG held up his hands before he turned to AJ.

MXG: Your boy has answered my challenge, old man.

AJ: Watts has other things on his mind like winning a championship.

MXG frowned, and tugged on his jacket’s sleeves.

MXG: If he can’t find a partner just say so.

Watts took a step closer, and then a shadow fell over them. Tarrasque stared down at Graves and the Sheik, and he lifted a huge hand to rest on Watts’ shoulder.

Tarrasque: He has a partner.

MXG frowned, and he turned to go with the Sheik as Tarrasque watched them. AJ frowned, looking up at the big man before he shrugged.

AJ: Why?

Tarrasque: Donzig asked me to watch out for you.

The monster shuffled off, not saying anything else. Watts watched him, nodding before he looked to AJ. He jerked a thumb.

Watts: You said Donzig was bad.

AJ: Donzig is bad, no matter what face he is wearing.

[Mr. Blood]

Inside Blood’s office were the tag teams of Wrestle: UK, and they were all yelling. They were arguing, and pointing at each other as Blood glared at them from where he sat behind the desk. He tapped his fingers together, and then shook his head.

Then Rage motioned for quiet.

Rage: We all saw what the Bastards did at the last Legacy, they tried to get counted out! What assurances do I have they won’t pull that again?

Niko nodded, and Commandrix stepped forward.

Commandrix: The human they call a simp is correct, the Bastards have no honor.

The teams nodded in agreement, and Blood arched a brow.

Rage: Simp?

Carlton Gluck: She means you.

Commandrix shrugged.

Blood: What do you want me to do?

Donzig: You could make a lumberjack match.

Everyone jumped, blinking as they looked around in surprise as Donzig stepped from the darkened corner. Smoke swirled around him as he flicked ashes from his cigar, and the teams parted as he looked down at Blood.

Blood: How did you?

Commandrix: I hate it when he does that.

Donzig waved a hand.

Donzig: Every team in WUK at ringside, and make sure the Bastards can’t leave or pull their shit.

Blood thought it over, and Donzig smirked before his eyes moved to the ODS. They blinked at him, and his smirk slid from his face before he winked at them. Then his expression returned, and he looked back to Blood.

Blood: I like it, now everyone get the fuck out!

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Match 3: Rob Riot vs Donzig

Tucker: This is it, the big one. The war between Rob Riot and Donzig has rocked WUK to its core.

Fulton: Frankly, maybe Donzig should mind his own business.

Torchwood: Maybe the Bastards should respect the damned business, and not shit where they eat.

Fulton: Oh, here we go.

Tucker: The war between Donzig and the Bastards has become deeply personal.



The fans booed as a battered looking Ford Cortina rumbled out from alongside the ramp, it rolled along as Riot leaned from the driver’s window to curse at the fans. He yelled at them, banging his hand against the door before he stepped from inside. He spread his arms wide, motioning for the fans to boo louder before he walked around to the back of the car. He dragged out two trash cans full of what seemed to be weapons.

The fans did like that.

Frank Salazar: The following contest is a London Death Match for the Two Kingdoms Championship! There will be no Disqualifications, no count outs, no holds barred! The match can only be won by pinfall, submission, knock out, or if one man fails to answer the ten count! It must be decided inside the ring!

The fans cheered, and Rob Riot yanked a cricket bat covered in barbed wire from inside the trash can. He slammd it against the stairs, nodding before he climbed inside the ring to hold it high.

Frank Salazar: Entering first, from Blackpool, England! He is a BASTARD! Weighing in at 245 pounds, he is one half of the WUK Tag Team Champions! This is ROB RIOT!

Riot yells at the fans, stalking around the ring as they boo.



The lights went down, and then a single red glow appeared at the top of the ramp. Brightening and darkening as it drifted closer. And then it was flicked aside, and the light flared back to life with a loud bang of pyro. And Donzig stared down at the ring, a chair in his free hand as the other rested against the Two Kingdoms title around his waist. He ripped it off, and held it high before he tossed it across his shoulder.

And he walked down the ramp, dragging the chair behind him as he flashed a wicked grin.

Frank Salazar: His opponent from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! He is the reigning and defending Two KIngdoms Champion! Weighing in at 215 pounds, they call him DONZIG!

The fans cheer, and Donzig stares at them with a sneer before he flings the Two Kingdoms title at Rob. Rob backs up, cursing and Donzig slides into the ring before he comes up with the chair before he charges in with a snarl.

Frank scrambles to get away, and the ref is nearly taken out as Donzig barrels him out of the way. But Rob Riot swings the cricket bat in a hard arc, slashing it across Donzig’s stomach.

Fulton: One for the good guys!

Tucker: It is going to take more than that to stop Donzig, no matter how much Riot Kool-aid you have been drinking.

Fulton: Yeah, I get it Donzig has shed blood on every continent!

Torchwood: Both of these men know that the time for mindgames are over. It is time to kill, or be killed. And frankly as Rob Riot said there is only one king of the death matches!

Fulton: He better be ready to pass the crown.

Rob Riot lays the cricket bat across Donzig’s back, and blood is flowing as another crack drives Donzig against the ropes. And the fans are going wild as Riot holds the bat high, laughing as he points at Donzig before he swings it again. But Donzig catches it under his arm, and he shakes his head before he cracks his face into Riot’s!

The place explodes, and Riot staggers back as Donzig stares at the cricket bat.

He mouths ‘What the fuck is this?’ and flings it into the fans, before he stalks after Riot.

But Riot grabs his arm, and snaps him into the ropes before Donzig leaps onto him on the rebound with a flurry of punches.

LOU THESZ PRESS!

Fulton: How can someone let this lunatic do this to one of the biggest names in WUK!

Donzig fumes, grabbing Riot by the head to bounce it against the mat a few times before he rises with a glare at the ref. Then he stalks over, grabbing the chair which he snaps against the mat a few times before he turns to stare at the slowly rising Riot.

Tucker: I don’t like the look on Donzig’s face!

Fulton: Rob look out!

Donzig charges as Riot starts to get up, and slams the chair across his head as he runs past. The fans cheer, and Riot is down again as Donzig flings the chair aside to tear at his beard. He leans hard on the ropes, glaring at the fans before he shoved away from the ropes.

Torchwood: Donzig seems less indifferent than normal, and I am not sure that is a good thing.

Riot was dragged to his feet, and Donzig drove a few hard punches into his head as he hauled him towards the chair. He was cursing and yelling, and nearly swats the ref aside before he goes to lock Riot up for a Double Arm DDT on the steel.

But Riot shoves him away, grabbing Donzig to dump him on the chair. The Champ grabs at his back, rolling around before Riot starts to stomp and kick at him. Then he leans down, wrapping his hands around Donzig’s throat to choke him. The fans are livid, booing before Riot jerks away to grab the chair.

Fulton: Yes! Here we go!

Donzig is dragging himself up the ropes, and Rob shoves past the ref to crack the chair across his back. That blow followed by another and then a third before he sits up the chair with a smirk. Then he rips Donzig away from the ropes, and DDTs him onto the seat of the chair!

Torchwood: Donzig is down!

The fans groan, and Donzig sprawls as Riot laughs before he flips Donzig over to make the pin.

1….

…..2…

…..KICKOUT!

Tucker: Riot looks floored!

Donzig is bleeding, and Riot curses at him as he climbs to his feet before he rolls from the ring to start weapons from the garbage can inside. The fans jeer, and Donzig slowly stirs as Riot rolls back inside with a kendo stick in hand as Donzig shoves himself to his feet.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Welts appear on Donzig’s back as he stumbles against the ropes, and Riot stalks after him to deliver a few more shots. And then he lays the kendo stick across his chest, and hits the Russian Legsweep! The fans boo, and Riot shrugs as he gets to his feet.

Fulton: Finally, a Two Kingdoms Champion we can be proud of! A man who will be respected and adored from here to Japan!

Tucker: Please.

Riot flings aside the kendo stick, and he pulls Donzig upwards before laying him across his shoulders as the fans jeer.

Torchwood: Riot looking to end this!

But Donzig comes to life, and his elbows batter into the head of Riot who staggers. Then Donzig slides free, and he spins Riot around to start delivering hard right hands into his face. Battering him backwards with punch after punch to knock him into the corner.

Donzig glares around wildly, and then steps to the middle rope as the fans are on their feet.

Tucker: Yes!

Donzig starts dropping punches, battering down at Rob Riot as the fans count with every blow.

1….2….3….4…5…6…7…8…9…..

TEN!

Donzig leaps down, fuming as he drags Riot from the corner before he whips him at the ropes. And he grabs his face, driving it into his knee before he paces around the ring as Riot sprawls on the mat.

Torchwood: Rob Riot is down, and Donzig looks enraged.

Tucker: The momentum has changed once more!

Donzig wipes blood from his chest, and shakes his head as he runs across the ring to drive a high knee into the face of the rising Rob Riot! The Riot Star crashes to the outside, and the fans are on their feet as Donzig slides out after him.

Fulton: Rob has him where he wants him now!

The fans are cheering wildly as Donzig grabs Riot to slam his head against the apron, then he slams it again, before he drags him around the ring before he flings him at the barricade! The fans cheer, and Riot leans hard on it before Donzig runs at him with a snarl before clotheslining him across the top of it into the fans.

Fulton: No! No! Rob can’t be dumped in there with those peasants!

Tucker: Rob Riot needs to get back in this!

Donzig leaps across the barricade, and the fans scatter as he walks over to drop heavy forearms across the back of Riot. Hammering away at him as Riot staggers through the crowd, and Donzig follows after him with a scowl.

He lifts his hands, spreading them apart as the fans scatter before he grabs Riot. And he flings him through the row of chairs. Riot skids to a halt amidst toppled and wrecked chairs, and Donzig shakes his head before he starts after him again.

Torchwood: The Two Kingdoms Champion looking to punish Riot.

Fulton: He wouldn’t dare do this if Frank was here.

Tucker: I get Frank didn’t want to actually have to work though.

The fans are going wild as Riot stumbles to his feet, and he throws a chair at the oncoming Donzig. Donzig staggers back a step, and Riot charges in tackling him into the next row before he walks away through the cheering fans. He grabs a chair, and cracks it across Donzig’s head as he charges back in. Blood runs from his face, and Riot flips off the fans before he starts to head back towards the ring.

Fulton: Did you see how Riot lured Donzig in and smacked him with the chair? Genius!

Donzig was flung across the barricade, and Riot followed after him. The fans were cheering and Donzig struggled upwards, leaning hard against the stairs as he motioned for Riot to bring it on. Rob Riot grabbed a trash can, and charged in swinging it down over his head.

But Donzig dove aside, and the can crunched against the stairs. Riot was grabbed from behind by Donzig, and hit with a German Suplex that left him sprawled on the mat as the fans exploded. Donzig crawled away, reaching under the ring to drag out something.

Torchwood: Oh, I don’t like the looks of that!

It was bat wrapped in barbed wire, and the fans were on their feet as Donzig held it high over his head. Then he lowered it, waving a hand across the barbed wire before staring at it blankly.

Tucker: No fire?

Fulton: Thank god.

Donzig looked confused, and then reached inside of his pocket to produce a lighter. He snapped it open, and fire burned before he touched it to the barbed wire which went up at once as the fans cheered.

Fulton: No!

Torchwood: Lightbringer is here!

Flames licked and lapped around the barbed wire as Donzig watched it with a smirk, and then he turned his gaze on the rising Riot. And for a second as flames burned in those dark eyes, all emotion fled them. The gaze was cold and pitiless, the blank empty stare of the Scourge.

And then it was gone, and the bat snapped across Riot’s back! Flames billowed and swirled, and then the bat lashed downward again and again. Riot howled, arching in pain as he tried to crawl away as Donzig spun the bat absently before he followed after him.

Tucker: Riot is in trouble now!

Riot is dragging himself up the barricade, shaking his head as he staggers away from Donzig who is following after him with a wicked smile as the bat burns and hisses in his hand. Then he swings it again, knocking Rob’s legs out from under him. Riot goes down, shaking his head as he turns and Donzig laughs.

Torchwood: This could be over right here, Donzig is ready to put Riot away with Lightbringer!

Donzig holds the bat over his head, and stomps forward only to be caught with a LOW BLOW!

The fans groan, and Donzig drops to his knees as Lightbringer falls from his grasp. Riot drags himself to his feet, and cracks a knee into the face of Donzig. The Two Kingdoms champion drops, and Rob laughs at the booing fans as he digs through the pile of debris from the garbage can to hold a bottle.

Fulton: Yes! Donzig isn’t the only one who can play with fire!

Riot walks over to the Welsh announce table, shoving away the announce table before he sweeps all of the stuff from it. The fans are cheering wildly, and he starts to squirt the table down with lighter fluid before he grabs a lighter of his own. The thing goes up, and he walks over to grab the rising Donzig.

SLAM INTO THE APRON! INTO THE BARRICADE!

Tucker: Rob Riot can’t be serious!

Torchwood: Dead serious!

Fulton: Second time this year someone is going to put that prick through a burning table!

Riot slams Donzig’s head against the apron again, and then bounces him against the announce table before he turns to watch the flames before he drags Donzig towards it. The fans are going wild, and Riot shoves Donzig forward.

But Donzig surges back to life, whirling away before he drives boot into Riot’s stomach! Rob doubles over, and Donzig hits the REAPER’S TOUCH! Rob crashes down on the burning table, rolling away as he howls in pain. Donzig stares at the collapsed table, and flames before he shoves Fulton to rip off his headset.

Donzig: HOW WAS THAT ROB? HOW THE FUCK WAS THAT?

The headset was flung aside, and Donzig dragged Riot towards the ring. He flung him inside, and he climbed the ring before he moved atop the ringpost. He stared down at Rob, eyes narrowed before he ripped off his elbow pad.

And he leapt!

Riot rolled away, and Donzig staggered to his feet as he held at his elbow. Riot spun him around, and he flung him across his shoulders before Donzig escaped. He grabbed Riot’s arm, spinning him around before he dropped.

25:17!

Torchwood: It’s over, lads!

Fulton: No! It can’t end like this!

Donzig stalked back and forth, pacing as he shook his head before he spat. Then he grabbed Riot, stomping down on his knee before he locked on the Pennsylvania Cloverleaf. He leaned back hard, twisting Rob’s legs as he forced his back to arch as the fans were going wild. Rob looked to be out cold, and the ref grabbed his arm to drop it once!

TWICE!

ROB’S HAND FROZE ABOVE THE MAT!

He screamed no, clawing his away across the mat as Donzig leaned down hard on him. Rob twisted and yelled, trying to escape before he started to fade as blood ran down his face. And then he dropped, going limp before Donzig let him fall before the ref pushed him back. The Two Kingdoms title was thrown in the ring, and Donzig held it high.

Frank Salazar: Your winner and still Two Kingdoms Champion, DONZIG!

The fans cheered, and Donzig smirked as he headed for the ramp. But then Salt and Pepper were sauntering down the ramp, laughing and mocking him as they stopped at the bottom. Donzig cocked his head, eyes narrowed.

Tucker: Are these two insane?

Torchwood: Have to be!

Fulton: Someone check on Rob!

The fans are eating it as the two blondes head for the ring, sliding inside as Donzig laughs wildly. He drops the Two Kingdoms belt, and starts forward before someone slides into the ring. Donzig spins around only to be kicked in the stomach, and then Salt & Pepper are on him with punches and kicks.

The hooded figure throws back the hood, and the King of Failures stares at Donzig before stepping forward to grab him after another kick to the stomach!

ROYAL DECREE ON THE TWO KINGDOMS TITLE!

Tucker: Shizuku Yamamoto!

Fulton: Thank god!

Yamamoto laughs, grabbing the mic from Frank Salazar before grabbing the blood smeared Two Kingdoms title to drape it over their shoulder before speaking.

Yamamoto: Donzig! I will see you in JROK!

The members of SKY Force pose over Donzig, holding the title in hand before they head for the back still laughing.

Torchwood: Unbelievable!



We return from a break to see Riot being carried out of the arena, being loaded into the back of ambulance as Fowler glares angrily at the watching Blood. He pushes aside the EMTs, and grabs Blood by the jacket to drag him closer.

Reese: This is your fault! You let that psycho run wild around here!

Blood stammered.

Blood: What? Riot wanted this match! He knows what Donzig is like!

Fowler: You’re going to pay for this!

Reese shoved him back, and Blood tugged on his jacket before he turned to find himself face to face with a grey man in grey suit. The man frowned, and shoved papers into Blood’s hands before he spoke.

Grey Man: I represent the Bastards, and we are suing you and the WUK.

Blood blinked, and took a deep breath.

Blood: WHAT?

Grey Man: Breach of contract, unsafe working conditions, corporate bias, and personal liability. The Lumberjack match? The injuries to Frank Windsor? The stripping of his title? And now this business with Riot? I believe we have a very strong case, Mister Blood.

Blood stared at him, and the Grey Man walked off with a shrug.

Blood: Son of a bitch.

Esmeralda waved at him from nearby, smiling a cheshire grin.

[Mr. Blood]

Match 4: British Cemetary Match
Psychotic Goth vs Eddie Havok

Frank Salazar: The following match is a BRITISH CEMETERY MATCH! The match is decided when one competitor successfully buries the other alive! There will be NO time limit!

All lights in the arena dim down as a spotlight focuses on Frank in the ring, and the stage tron backdrop flickers into focus to a remote location. The camera comes into focus and we see a castle on a hill with the night sky behind it, before the camera pans down to reveal the vast British Cemetery spreading as far as the eye can see. Trees, bushes, headstones, statues and tombs all surrounded by a cast iron fence at its perimeter.

Frank Salazar: Introducing first, hailing from Harlow, Essex, England! Weighing in this evening at 209 pounds! Known worldwide as “The OUTLAW” — EDDIE HAVOK!

Entering from the far gates of the British Cemetery as “Outlaws and Outsiders" by Cory Marks ft. Ivan Moody, Travis Tritt and Mick Mars plays through the arena for the fans. Eddie Havok enters through a set of open gates, dressed in street gear as this buried alive match gets fans excited. Eddie Havok makes his way towards the referee who drew the short straw to officiate this match. His music in the arena fades out.

Tucker: There is no telling what these two are going to do tonight.
Fulton: I have it on good authority we had to buy a premium insurance plan for this match alone.
Tucker: No doubt the graves of the dead will be desecrated by the time this one is over with.

Frank Salazar: Introducing the opponent, hailing from the depths of Hell! Weighing in this evening at 235 pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, here is — PSYCHOTIC GOTH!

From another set of opened gates we see a line of druids, nearly a hundred in total carrying torches and hidden in cloaks that cover their whole body and faces. The druids form two lines that are perfectly synced as they stop and now their heads. "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator rips through the speakers of the arena as the cinematic camera angle shows the long line of Druids and the torches they hold all the way back to the opened gates. Psychotic Goth walks through the center, and as he passes each set of Druids, the Druids raise their torches back above their heads. An unholy sight and entrance for hell’s spawn Psychotic Goth, who takes his time and paces the walk until he finally reaches the end of his Druids.

Fulton: What an eerie visual, watching all those robed people be commanded by Goth.
Tucker: I have goosebumps!
Fulton: Eddie has to be thinking, what did I get myself into?

As Psychotic Goth reaches the referee, Goth rips off his leather jacket and throat chops Eddie!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Before Eddie could swing back, Goth strikes him with two more chops to the chest and throat. Eddie backpedals a few steps and Goth comes in with an uppercut that connects to Havok’s jaw! Hooking Havok by the side, Goth executes a Russian leg sweep into a headstone! The headstone doesn’t budge and Eddie feels all of it, while Goth let’s go in time to roll out of the way. Looking down at Eddie with a look of pure evil, Goth grabs him by the boot and pulls him towards a statue of a British General on a horse, sword pointing West. The statue stands nearly 12 feet tall.

Fulton: Oh no, please don’t defile that statue!

Tucker: I think you’re going to see just that.

Fulton: We are so getting canceled.

Goth goes to turn around to pick up Eddie and Eddie kicks him in the chest, then in the face! Goth tries to go for an arm and is kicked again in the knee. Eddie leaps up and springs over Goth onto the statue. Leaping off and hitting a Tornado DDT to Goth!

Fulton: Bam! Just like that Eddie Havok finds a way to take control for the first time in this match.

Tucker: Should we really call this a match? They are fighting in a cemetery and plan to bury the other alive.

Fulton: It may not be conventional, but it’s still a sanctioned match here in Wrestle:UK.

Tucker: Fine, I guess I blame the commissioner for this one then. As a company that prides itself on traditional wrestling — this is anything but.

Eddie Havok finds his feet and grabs Psychotic Goth by the hair, yanking him to his feet. In a flash lightning strikes a nearby headstone and the camera shot is blinded by the event. Within seconds rain begins to douse the cemetery and the wrestlers. Eddie sends Goth through a headstone, causing the structure to crack as it collapses backwards due to Goth’s weight. Havok looks around to find the open grave that he would need to bury Goth in. It’s right then that hands reach up from the dirt and grab Havok’s ankles. Goth staggers to his feet and smirks with confidence as his wet hair flicks back as he laughs.

Fulton: What the heck is going on?!

Tucker: No way this is happening right now!

Fulton: Are the dead rising?

Tucker: It sure looks like it — and Eddie is being detained for his heinous act of desecrating their resting spots.

Goth steps forward and smashes Havok with a forearm and then a punch to his jaw. Snatching Havok up in a belly-to-belly, Goth rips the hands right out of the ground as he sends Havok flying through the cemetery! Goth seems proud of himself, stalking the fallen Havok as the dead push up through the ground all around them. In the distance, we hear a howl that pierces through the rain before another lightning bolt comes down and strikes the backhoe. In front of that backhoe we finally see the burial plot that has been dug specifically for this match.

Fulton: I would not want to be either of these men right now, this is a sight straight out of R.L. Stein’s Goosebumps!

Tucker: Goth sees the end game as he sends Havok through the cemetery towards the empty plot. It’s as though Goth is commanding this army of the undead, with each step, they stop and turn their heads to watch him and Havok.

Fulton: Absolutely freaky Tucker. Remind me to uninvite Psychotic Goth to the Christmas after party this year.

Tucker: Don’t think he would attend either way.

Goth comes rushing up behind Havok and sends him head first into the elevated backhoe. Drenched from the rain, both men stumble with their steps, and as Havok holds the backhoe to keep his balance, he turns to reveal his forehead busted open and blood running down his face. Washed away almost as quickly as it comes out, the gory face sets Goth in a trance. He ducks Havok’s attempted clothesline and gets behind Havok. Havok spins around and is back dropped onto the backhoe tire in a precarious position. Goth climbs up the backside and grabs Havok by the hair as thunder roars above them and illuminates the whole cemetery in true horror fashion.

Fulton: Goth can’t be thinking what I think he’s thinking!

Tucker: I highly doubt either of us have an ounce of a clue of what that man is thinking.

Fulton: SATAN’S JUDGMENT!

Psychotic Goth executes his signature move on Eddie Havok from the backhoe into the empty grave!

Fulton: HOLY SHIT!

Tucker: NO FUCKIN’ WAY!

Kicking the lever behind him; Goth stands on the backhoe as the front loader spills a heaping amount of dirt and fills the hole; burying Eddie Havok alive!

Tucker: The dead, look at them.. bowing their heads as Psychotic Goth raises his arms in the air. What the hell did we witness here tonight?!

Fulton: Goth did exactly what he said he would, and showed us he is no normal man.

Tucker: Rest in peace Eddie, it was nice knowing you.

Inside the arena the ring announcer stands up and lifts the microphone.

Frank Salazar: Winner of the British Cemetery match by burying his opponent alive — PSYCHOTIC GOTH!




Blood: Where have you been?!

Armand frowned, a hand lifting to stop Victoria as he turned slowly to regard Blood. A brow arched, and he adjusted his coat before he took a few steps closer. A hand waving as he tsked.

Armand: Mein Freund, what is this about?

Jakie frowned at Blood, adjusting the Commonwealth Title on his shoulder. In fact, the eyes of everyone in the room were on Blood. The empty gaze of the Twins, the bemused look of Sir Monocle, and the cold angry stare of Victoria DiScorpio.

Armand offered a smile, and Blood looked away from him to stare at the three in the corner.

Blood liked their stares least of all, he always felt like nothing when trapped beneath the eyes of Donzig-gun. Sinclair sniffed, a hand lifting to brush across her mouth. The Death Squad stared at him expressionless as always.

Blood: You shouldn’t trust those three, Armand.

Armand glanced back.

Armand: Ah, don’t worry Sebastian. I have them well in hand, they are your friends now.

Victoria: All good friends isn’t that right, Sinclair?

The Baroness lifted her head, and shrugged.

Sinclair: Of course.

Blood frowned, he didn’t trust her. Sinclair was in his opinion, the worst of them all. You never knew what was going on in her mind.

Blood: Your wife is trying to turn the board of directors against me, the Bastards are suing me! And I have JROK here causing trouble! Plus Donzig is being oddly pleasant.

Armand sniffed.

Armand: He is broken.

Blood grunted.

Armand: Don’t worry, all of your problems will be taken care of, Sebastian.

Blood: I hope so, because I think sometimes that you’re profiting more from this alliance than I am!

Armand blinked, and Blood stormed from the room slamming the door behind him. They all looked at each other, and Victoria frowned. The Twins giggled, and Jakie leaned in to whisper in Armand’s ear but he waved him off with a laugh.

Sinclair looked at Mormo and Moloch and shrugged.

[Mr. Blood]

Match 5: Ladder Match, #1 Contendership for the W:UK Heavyweight Championship

Armand Von Krauss vs. Kalmin Watts vs. The Sheik (HKW)

vs. El Rey (GUNS) vs. Yuki Sakaraba (JROK) vs. Chris Parsons (independent)

We return to ringside to find ladders stacked and scattered around it, a few leaning against the barricades. High above the ring is suspended a leather folder, and the fans are on their feet in London as Frank Salazar walks into the ring.

Frank Salazar: The following contest is a ladder match, and the winner will be named the Number One Contender to the WUK Heavyweight Championship, and will face the Champion at Legacy 16 live on July 3rd!

The fans cheer, and Frank nods.

"Twenties" by Ghost hits. Kalmin Watts walks out from behind the curtain raising his arms. He is followed by Anthony Jordan. Watts interacts and slaps hands with fans as Jordan stays in his ear giving him advice. Once he gets to ringside, Watts walks up the stairs, wipes his boots on the apron, and enters the ring. He walks to his corner and focuses on his match ahead as Jordan climbs up onto the apron to build upon his earlier advice.

Frank Salazar: Entering first he is the WUK British TV Champion, hailing from Tulsa, Oklahoma at two hundred and sixty pounds! Accompanied by the Role Model Anthony Jordan, this is KALMIN WATTS!

The fans cheer, and Watts holds up the British TV title.

Tucker: Watts looking to move up to the big leagues tonight, and these fans love it!

Torchwood: I am very interested to see how a pure athlete and master of the ground game like Watts can transition to this type of match!



Frank Salazar: Representing UZUMAKI, from Across the Universe! She is the Kawaii Supernova, YUKI SAKARABA!

The fans cheer, and a burst of brightly colored pyro exploding across the top of the ramp herald the arrival of the Kawaii Supernova. She smiles broadly, waving to the fans before she starts down the ramp.

Sakaraba rolls inside of the ring, climbing the ropes to pose for the fans. And then Frank continues.

‘Cocky’ by Kid Rock blasts across the arena, and there is a whistle followed by a blast of pyro! And then the fans are giving a mixed pop, as Chris Parsons walks from the back to throw a fist in the air. He smirks, and points at the contract before he starts down the ramp.

Frank Salazar: Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada at 253 pounds! They call him the Nightmare CHRIS PARSONS!

Fulton: What rock did Blood find this guy under?



Frank Salazar: Representing GUNS, fighting out of Atlanta, Georgia! Weighing in at 210 pounds, this is EL REY!

“HOOOOOOOOOOOOWL”

“All rise for the king of all wolves now arrives.”

The voice of James Earl Mother Fucking Jones echos over the speakers. How did he get James Earl Jones to say that? It wasn’t a Cameo I’ll tell you that and it cost a pretty penny. Shortly after James Earl Jones speaks Big Sean’s “Wolves” begins to play. El Rey strolls onto the stage wearing the mask he stole off of the head of El Combatiente. He looks around soaking up there surroundings before ripping the mask off of his head and revealing his cocky smirk he inherited from his father. He strolls down the ramp ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans until he reaches the ring. At ringside he leaps up onto the apron and then over the ropes and spins around in the ring with his arms outstretched. He spins around a couple times and then moves to the corner waiting for the match to begin.

Fulton: One of the biggest names in the XHF has just walked into WUK to take a shot for the WUK Heavyweight Title!

Tucker: Mister Blood pulling out all the stops for Dominion! I am so excited to see this match!

Torchwood: El Rey is one of the most highly decorated competitors in this match! And I can’t wait to see what he has brought to the table!



The lights go down before jets of flame burst along the ramp as the one and only Sheik walks from the back to stop, a single finger lifted into the air. He heads for the ring, snarling as he slaps his hands against his scarred chest.


Behind him follows Malcolm Xavier Graves, the manager watching the ring as the Sheik glares at the fans before he tears off his keffiyeh before he stomps up the stairs to leap into the ring. The ref getting between him and Watts.

Frank Salazar: Accompanied to the ring by Malcolm Xavier Graves! Hailing from the Empty Quarter, representing HKW! He is the Great King of Terror, this is the SHEIK!

Fulton: There is my pick to win this whole thing, it is hard to bet against the Sheik in this kind of match! He’s a one man force of destruction!

Tucker: The Sheik looks as angry as ever!



The spotlight comes up with a loud thump, and the Twins walk out from the back. Juggling before they stop as the fans jeer, they perform mocking bows before the slender leather clad form of Victoria DiScorpio walks from the back with a wicked grin on her black painted lips. And she gestures before stepping aside as Armand Von Krauss walks out with a wild grin.

The fans boo as he takes her arm, and the pair head for the ring.

Frank Salazar: Representing the Von Krauss Dynasty from Cologne, Germany! He is the leader of Armand-gun! Accompanied to the ring by the First Lady of Darkness, Victoria DiScopio! He is ARMAND VON KRAUSS!

The fans boo, clearly not loving the pair as Victoria holds down the ropes so Armand can step between them. He smirks at the others, and then shrugs as he glances up at the contract. Victoria sneers at AJ, walking around the ring to settle on the edge of the barricade.

Fulton: Donzig’s sister, huh?

Tucker: She’s as bad as he is.

Fulton: Was?

Torchwood: If I were the other competitors in this match I would be keeping a close eye on Armand, he is more dangerous than ever!
The referee looks around nervously, and then he calls for the bell as Frank gets out of the ring. Parsons stalks forward, pointing at Armand as he starts talking trash which draws a frown from the Uber-Heel. Watts looks sourly at the Sheik who glares back at him with a snarl.

El Rey just shrugs, and settles himself across the corner to watch.

Parsons finally snaps, and starts firing off punches that rock Armand back before Von Krauss starts to swing back as the fans cheer them on. And the Sheik lunges at Watts, driving him towards the other corner before Watts starts to power his way back out.

El Rey laughs.

Tucker: El Rey seeming unimpressed!

Torchwood: All El Rey has to do is wait for these people to tear each other apart, and climb the ladder!

Parsons drags Armand forward, and delivers a brutal looking dropkick that sends him to the outside! The fans cheer, and Victoria glares angrily as Parsons rolls to the outside after Armand. Armand is back on his feet, cursing before Yuki Sakaraba dives from under the ropes to send Parsons staggering against the ladders beside the barricade!

Fulton: You can’t take your eyes off anyone in this match!

Torchwood: The Kawaii Supernova is on the Nightmare!

The fans are cheering her on as Sakaraba grabs Parsons to drive his head against the barricade, smacking him against it before she draws back to catch him with a hurricarana that sends him crashing into the stacked ladders! She comes to her feet with a wild grin, only to be leveled with a double axehandle across her back by Armand! The fans boo, and Armand mocks them before he whips her into the barricade!

Tucker: Armand not endearing himself to these fans!

Armand catches Sakaraba with a brutal belly to belly on the outside, and the fans are furious!

But El Rey comes through the ropes with a Sucide Dive to send Armand sprawling against the barricade as the fans cheer.

Fulton: What was that Pearl Harbor shit on Armand?

Tucker: El Rey did us all a favor!

Inside the ring, Watts and the Sheik are brawling back and forth before Watts fires him at the ropes! But the Sheik comes off the bottom rope with the rebound, to snap a kick across the face of Watts! The fans boo, and the Sheik runs backwards to the ropes once more to deliver a leg drop across the back of the staggered Watts!

Torchwood: The Sheik seizing the momentum against Watts!

Tucker: Anthony Jordan doesn’t look too happy at ringside, but how do you plan for a man like the Sheik!

The Great King of Terror stares at Watts, and then he rolls to the outside to grab a ladder that he slides inside. The fans are booing, and Watts comes to at the last minute before running forward to dropkick the ladder into the face of the Sheik!

Fulton: Watts bringing the fight but I am not sure that is the wisest move!

Meanwhile, El Rey and Armand are trading blows on the other side of the ring. Fists are flying before Armand grabs El Rey to fling him at the ring stairs, but El Rey leaps atop them before he lands on the other side! The fans cheer, and then he dropkicks them into the legs of the oncoming Armand!

The Uber Heel drops, and El Rey shrugs before he leaps onto the apron to run across it before hitting a hurricarana on him as he rises!

Tucker: El Rey with innovative offense to take Armand off his feet!

Torchwood: Unbelievable!

El Rey looks around, and seeing everyone either brawling or down grabs a ladder from ringside. He heads for the ring, and then Victoria steps in front of him with a wicked grin on her black painted lips. El Rey stares at her, then shrugs before he smacks her aside with the ladder!

London is on it’s feet as Victoria stares at him, furious as he tosses it inside.

Fulton: Is that how El Rey treats a lady?

Tucker: Lady? She’s a monster!

Torchwood: I think if El Rey knew it was Donzig’s sister he would have done worse.

El Rey sat up the ladder, nodding to himself before he started to climb upwards! The fans were cheering him on, and then Chris Parsons was in the ring reaching up to jerk him downwards before he drove a few stiff forearms into his back. The Nightmare yanked El Rey backwards, but then El Rey grabbed him to slam him face first into the ladder! Parsons staggered, and El Rey snapped him into the ropes before he caught him with a dropkick to the back that sent Parsons and the ladder crashing to the ring!

Tucker: Parsons is busted open!

El Rey grabs the ladder, dragging it across the ring before he starts to sit it up again!

Meanwhile outside the ring, Watts and the Sheik are still fighting near the ramp. Sheik going to fire Watts into the barricade, but Watts reverses to send Sheik crashing against it. He staggers forward, holding at his back before Watts catches him to deliver a brutal suplex on the ramp! Then he turns back towards the ring.

Torchwood: Watts sees El Rey setting up the ladder!

Said ladder wobbles, but El Rey starts to climb it before Armand slides into the ring. He curses, and climbs up after El Rey which makes the ladder wobble more! But El Rey starts stomping and kicking down at him, and Armand grabs the back of his tights as he drags himself upwards. The two struggle back and forth, and then Watts grabs the ladder to shove it over! El Rey and Armand are knocked off, and Watts roars to the cheering fans before he turns to be cracked across the face with a chair by the Sheik!

Tucker: Oh, my god!

Fulton: Watts deserved that!

The fans are booing as the Sheik holds the chair high before he flings it aside, and then he flips the ladder upwards. He points, and starts climbing the badly leaning ladder as the O2 is on their feet.

Torchwood: The Champ can’t like the looks of this!

DROPKICK FROM YUKI SAKARABA!

The Sheik drops from the ladder as the fans are going wild as the Kawaii Supernova poses, before she grabs the steel chair to deliver a crack across the head of the rising Sheik! Blood pours from his head, and she flings the chair aside before delivering a DDT onto it!

Tucker: Sakaraba could win this!

She moved to the outside, and grabbed a ladder before she slid inside. She sat it up in a hurry, nodding to herself before she started to climb. The fans were cheering her onward, and she soon reached for the dangling contract in it’s leather binder!
Torchwood: The Kawaii Supernova might steal this!

El Rey staggered to his feet, and he grabbed the ladder before heaving it over. The fans groaned, and Sakaraba dropped from the ladder to the outside as it bounced against the top rope. El Rey laughed, shaking his head before he grabbed the ladder to push it upright before he started to climb once more.

But Armand grabbed him, ripping him from it before he spun him around. The two started to argue, shoving each other back and forth before they turned as Watts charged between them with a ladder! They were both taken out, and the fans exploded as Watts threw down the ladder before he dragged Armand to his feet.

GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER!

Fulton: Armand is broken in half!

Tucker: Watts showing no mercy tonight in London!

Watts turns his attention to El Rey, pulling him to his feet as he shakes his head. And the fans are cheering, but El Rey shoves him backwards before Watts is tackled by the bleeding and furious Sheik! The Great King of Terror comes to his feet, looking around wildly before he snags a chair.

DROPKICK FROM EL REY!

The Sheik’s chair cracks into his face, and he stumbles.

El Rey wastes no time, grabbing the Sheik to deliver a Society Killer on the ladder!

Fulton: NO! NOT THE PRIDE OF HARDKORE WORLD!

Torchwood: Dear God! The Sheik looks out of it!

The fans are chanting ‘HOLY SHIT!’ as El Rey points at the contract, and he straightens the ladder before he ladder before he starts to climb again. Armand is half way to his feet, and lunges for El Rey!

SLICED BREAD OFF THE LADDER!

Tucker: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!


Armand is down, and El Rey staggers to his feet with a shake of his head as he looks around before he starts to climb again. But Kalmin Watts is back on his feet, and grabs El Rey to deliver a brutal high angle back drop from the ladder!


Fulton: That is no way to treat a national treasure!

Watts grabs El Rey as he rises, and snaps an elbow into his face before he hits the piledriver! The fans cheer, and El Rey sprawls as Watts straightens the ladder before he starts to climb.AJ cheers him on from ringside, and Watts is soon reaching for the contract!

Tucker: There are bodies everywhere! I can’t believe this!

Torchwood: This is carnage, lads!

Watts grabs the ladder as it wobbles, and then he reaches again before the bloody face of the Sheik appears across from him. The Sheik fires off a few punches, trying to drag Watts down before the British TV champion starts firing off punches of his own. The two trading blows as the ladder swayed dangerously, and then Watts grabs the Sheik’s head to slam it against the top of the ladder.

ONCE! TWICE!

A THIRD TIME!

The Sheik falls from the ladder, and the fans are going wild as Watts grabs for the binder! And it comes free, he holds it high in the air before he climbs down as the pyros go off on the stage as he nods to AJ.

Tucker: Watts has done it! Watts has pulled this off!


Torchwood: Unbelievable! That was a war!

Frank Salazar: Your winner at the NEW Number One Contender, KALMIN WATTS!

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MAIN EVENT: W:UK World Heavyweight Championship
Wesley Crane (c) vs Ronnie Long

In the ring, Mr. Blood stands next to Frank Salazar. The fans are already starting to get noisy when the sound of “Gonna Need A Grave” by Urban Country begins blasting.

♫ Lord here I come I'm just holding on ♫
♫ A bullet is on its way ♫
♫ Tell the whole world that I'm comin' home ♫
♫ Someone's gonna need a grave ♫

Tucker: You don’t often hear Londoners cheer for the sounds of banjo picking, but the fans are on their feet because it is time for our main event of the evening!

Torchwood: Ronnie Long has been on an impressive streak ever since his return to W:UK. He earned this shot at the W:UK World Title by winning a battle royal, and has gone on to prove he deserves it with wins over Eddie Havok and Billy Fowler.

As the combination of banjo picking and hip-hop drum line begins to blast, Daeriq Damien walks out of the back. Adjusting his shades, he points and steps to the side. As the lyrics kick in, a burst of gold pyro goes off as Ronnie Long walks out onto the stage.

♫ Yeah I can never be timid, start to the finish ♫
♫ Even through the blemishes my heart is replenished ♫
♫ Violent images, was somethin' in store ♫
♫ It's kinda heavy, holdin' steady I'm ready for war ♫

Stepping to each side of the stage, Long pounds his fists into his chest twice and then throws his arms out to the sides, getting the fans cheering louder. He then spins and starts walking quickly down the ramp, slapping a few hands before sliding into the ring.

Tucker: The fact of the matter though is that very few people are expecting Long to walk away with the World Title tonight.

Fulton: Aight, so, I wouldn’t go so far as to say Ronnie Long isn’t good. I’m just sayin’ he’s got a habit of coming up short in title matches, as Eron Hunter and Rob Riot could tell you.

In the ring Long pulls his leather vest off and drops it, then jumps to the middle rope and throws his arms up in the crucifix again. Jumping down, he leans back in his corner and waits.

Tucker: And now we wait on the Champion.

The arena lights turn plum purple. They begin pulsing with the beat of Wesley’s theme music.

“Rubbing on that Italian leather
'Dem Konvict jeans on!
Ay yo Weezy! You ready?”

Fulton: YEAH!

♫ I get it in 'till sunrise ♫
♫ Doing ninety in a sixty five ♫
♫ Windows rolled down screaming ah! ♫
♫ Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid ♫
♫ Number one hustla' gettin' money ♫
♫ Why do you wanna count my money ♫
♫ I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! ♫
♫ One of them y'all see! I'm so paid! ♫

The lights go back to normal and out steps “The High Roller” Wesley Crane to boos from the fans. Behind him is Carlton Gluck. Crane stands on the stage and looks around at everyone. He lowers his aviator sunglasses and gives everyone a cocky grin while the massive Carlton folds his arms and looks menacing.

Tucker: The same night that Long won #1 contendership in a battle royal, Wesley Crane won a championship in an Elimination Chamber, pinning Rob Riot last and former champion Billy Fowler en route. Crane then took the next card off - supposedly injured-

Fulton: Defamation, bro! DEFAMATION!

Tucker: Well, his injuries didn’t stop him from getting physically involved with Long that night. However, he wrestled on Legacy #14, defeating Television Champion Kalmin Watts with a wrench shot.

Crane slowly makes his way to the ring, the entire time looking around at the fans. Once ringside he climbs up the steps and holds onto the ring ropes. He wipes his feet off on the ring apron before entering the ring. Once inside he stands in the center of the ring and holds his arms wide open.

Salazar: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! It is set for one fall, with no time limit, and is for the Wrestle: United Kingdom World Championship!

RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

Salazar: Introducing first, the challenger! In the corner to my left! Hailing from Lafayette, Georgia, and accompanied to the ring by Daeriq Damien! Weighing in at 254 lbs… he is RRRRRRROOONNNIIIIEEEE…. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!

Damien slaps Long on the back. Long takes a step forward, throws his arms up.

Salazar: And in the corner to my right! Accompanied to the ring by Carlton Gluck! Hailing from Syracuse, New York, and weighing in at 223 lbs! He is the REIGNING WRESTLE: UNITED KINGDOM WORLD CHAMPION! The High Roller! WWWWEESSSSLLLEEYYY… …. CCRRRRRRAAAAAAANNNNNNEEEEE!!!!!

The fans boo loudly as Crane slowly doffs his shades, folds them, and hands them to Carlton Gluck.

Long and Crane both walk to the center of the ring as Mr. Blood takes the W:UK World Title and holds it above his head while flashbulbs go off and Long and Crane stare each other down. The belt is then handed back to a ringside attendant and Long and Crane are directed back to their corners.

DING! DING! DING!

Tucker: And here we go! World Title on the line!

The two men slowly approach each other. Crane reaches out for a lockup, it looks like Long is about to accept but Crane spins behind him and slaps him on the back of the head. Grinning wide, the champion jogs backwards with his arms spread wide.

Torchwood: Wesley Crane is convinced he’s a superior wrestler to Ronnie Long. Now, Crane is convinced that he’s a superior wrestler to everyone else as well, but he and Long actually work a surprisingly similar style. However, Crane’s is faster and by far flashier. And he’s using his speed early on to try and get under the challenger’s skin.

Long shakes his head and asks Crane if he wants to try another lockup. Almost beaming, Crane approaches, and tries another go behind. But Long spins with him and quickly goozles Crane up into the air by the neck! Crane thrashes and breaks Long’s grip, bolting back to his corner and complaining about a blatant choke. The ref gets in Long’s face.

Fulton: I mean, bro, it’s a fucking blatant choke, just because you huck them across the ring a couple seconds later doesn’t make it legal!

As Long does allow himself to be distracted by the ref, Crane kicks off the middle rope and bolts at Long, using the ref’s back as leverage to get some height on his flying knee strike! Long is knocked back into the corner and Crane follows it with a running European uppercut in the corner. He starts dealing out a series of European uppercuts in the corner, each one connecting with a solid ‘thwack.’ Crane, feeling like he’s in control, doesn’t notice that each successive uppercut is causing Long to recoil less. When Crane finally quits delivering the uppercuts he turns his back and walks to the middle of the ring, arms spread, pleased with himself, not noticing that Long is still standing in the corner.

Maybe the cheers are what tip Crane off, but he turns around, sees Long advancing, and takes several steps back, into the ropes, where he tells the ref to keep Long away. And, mirroring Crane, Long spreads his arms wide and backs off, turning a slow circle.

Fulton: Now what kind of professional wrestler is Ronnie Long?

Torchwood: It’s appalling. How can a man who can’t show respect for the champion be expected to show respect for the championship?

Crane bolts in and leaps, hooking Long around the neck for a jump spinning DDT. Long manages to remain on his feet and starts powering Crane up for a vertical suplex! Crane hits a knee to Long’s head on the way up and lands on his feet, and he spears Long towards the ringside ropes. Long goes through the middle, catches his foot awkwardly on the top rope and tumbles to ringside. Crane measures him, runs the apron and as Long stands, jumps off the apron and catches him with a flying DDT to the ringside mats! Trying to keep his momentum going Crane pulls Long up and spear-tackles him into the guardrail. Crane tries to rush in, but Long throws up a quick counter-elbow. When Long tries a followup lariat, Crane ducks and attempts a German suplex! Long goes low, then spins behind Crane and attempts a Long Shot (blue thunder). Crane elbows him in the middle of the move and slips out, landing on his feet. The two men are face to face in front of the hard cam.

And then Crane sneaks in a quick eye rake and bolts for the ring

Tucker: Crane trying to slip away with a count out win!

Long however makes it back to the apron. As he climbs onto it, Crane cuts him off with a knee. Crane runs the far ropes and comes running back with another knee. Long cuts him off with an elbow! With Crane stunned Long grabs him by the head and runs him along the ring ropes and head first into the turnbuckle. Crane staggers back and Long climbs to the top rope, and comes off it with a missile dropkick!

Tucker: Now there’s something you don’t often see out of the challenger!

Torchwood: It was effective as an attack, but it looks to me like Ronnie’s got a little bit of limp on his left leg. He got it caught in the ropes earlier in the match, and then he landed on it after the dropkick.

Long pulls Crane up to his feet and sends him off the ropes with an Irish whip, catches him on the rebound with a Manhattan drop, and then cleans his clock with a rolling elbow! He drops in for the pin!

ONE…! TWO…! Kickout!

Fulton: Nah m8 you’re gonna need more than that to stop the champ.

Not overly frustrated, Long pulls Crane to his feet and pushes him into the turnbuckle. THWACK! A knife edge chop leaves Crane sagging from the ropes. Long pulls him back up and THWACK! A second one actually drops Crane to his knees, clutching his chest with both hands.

Tucker: Long has some of the nastiest chops in the business and Crane’s feeling it! Those can raise blisters and break skin, they knock the breath from your lungs.

Torchwood: I consider Crane a much more versatile striker than Long, and I think the longer this match goes on the more we’ll see that becoming effective, but I will admit he must not and cannot go shot for shot.

Long pulls Crane up, lands a third chop, and then sets Crane on the top rope. Crane kicks Long backwards. Long shakes it off, chops Crane on the top rope and climbs up again, but Crane grabs two hands full of hair and drives a knee into Long’s face, then holds onto the ropes to push him back with both feet. With the space clear, Crane lunges off the middle rope with a spear that folds the challenger in half! He rolls Long up into a cradle! ONE… TWO… THKICKOUT! Angry, Crane tries another cradle, this time grabbing the waist of Long’s jeans! ONE… TWO…. THRKICKOUT! Crane bangs on the mat, then pulls Long up to his feet. He spears him into the corner, keeps him pinned there with his shoulder while delivering some body shots. Then an Irish whip, brought back into a go-behind and a high release german suplex!

Torchwood: Wesley Crane has absolutely mastered that German suplex. Even Carlton Gluck on the outside looks impressed.

Fulton: And that big boy knows a thing or two about ‘plexes, so that’s saying something!

Tucker: I expected this of you Andrew, but Arthur, did Crane pay you to cheer him on?

Crane holds up his hands in an ‘acquiring target’ gesture as Long gets to his feet. He then snaps off a superkick that sends Long reeling back on his knees. Then a second superkick sends him backwards, his legs bent awkwardly under him, and Crane drops into a lateral press! ONE… TWO… THRKICKOUT!

Torchwood: This is precisely how I saw this match turning out. Stamina and endurance aren’t quite the same thing, and Crane has a lot more than Long of the latter.

Fulton: He might not need it, though, he’s calling for the In The Face!

As Long slowly pulls himself up, Crane waits, almost vibrating with the energy and anticipation of finishing things. Long gets to his knees one more time, Crane bolts forward - and Long grabs the incoming Crane by the hair and slams him face first into the mat, Crane’s momentum carrying him under the ropes and out of the ring!

Fulton: Disqualify him ref!

Tucker: For heaven’s sake Andrew ring out disqualifications haven’t existed in twenty years at least and even then it was over the top rope, not under them!

Long climbs to his feet, that look on his face that always precedes his Tope Suicido causing the fans to rise up. He hits the far ropes - and face plants as Carlton Gluck yanks his legs out!

Fulton: GLUCK YEAH! I mean not that Crane needed help BUT STILL.

The ref was even checking on Crane and didn’t catch the trip. He seems very surprised to see Long on the ground, but does nothing as Crane gets back in the ring. Crane pulls Long up, paintbrushes him with a pair of slaps, and Irish whips him. Long rebounds, ducks a bicycle kick, and instead of hitting the ropes, lowers his head and dives between them, crashing into Carlton Gluck! The two men land at ringside and Long, trying to shake the cobwebs off fast, pulls Carlton up to his feet, whips him into the ring post and then CLOBBERS him with a Western Lariat up against the post! Carlton Gluck slumps to the ringside mats as Crane watches in horror.

Fulton: Disqualify him ref!

Tucker: That’s not how disqualifications work and you know that!

Long climbs onto the ring apron as Crane, looking alarmed, signals to the back. Out comes Preston Andre Reese.

Fulton: Preston Andre Reese may be tired after that hard fought win over Billy Fowler, but the important thing is that the champion isn’t alone at ringside and has someone watching his back.

Torchwood: I agree. Some may be fooled by Long’s so-called ‘face turn’, but I for one think he’s merely faking and waiting for an opportune time to reveal his true colors.

Crane hangs back by the ropes. He tries to tell the ref to back Long off. The ref, however, tells him that he has to fight - and as Long advances, Crane pushes the ref into Long and uses the opening to drive his shoulder into Long’s left leg!

Torchwood: He noticed the limp after all! Crane isn’t a technician but he obviously knows enough to control the pace of the match, and his array of strikes means Long won’t know how to keep that leg safe at any given time.

Fulton: I’m sayin’, bro!

Crane now mounts up and delivers some elbow smashes to Long. He then switches to north/south, hooks the dragon sleeper around Long’s neck, and tries to roll him over to get a bodyscissor added to it! Long blocks by scissoring one of Crane’s legs with his own, but otherwise Crane has the hold well positioned where Long can’t really get a hand on him.

Fulton: First the speed, then the wind, then the match. Long should just tap right now.

Long looks for a rope break, but Reese is pulling the ropes out of his reach! The ref sees this and yells, which gives Crane a chance to let go long enough for an eye rake and to reposition the hold.

Tucker: Crane’s desire to find short cuts has no bounds.

Fulton: It’s not like it’s his fault though, is it? The ref should really be stopping this, Long’s not getting out of that hold.

Long gives up on hitting Crane and instead grabs the foot of the leg he scissored, twisting the foot. Crane’s face goes from smug to surprised to pained.

Tucker: You were saying, Andrew? Long’s actually trying for a heel hook, and how often do we see him use submission holds?

Crane drops the dragon sleeper and grabs the ropes. However, he’s also in position to punch Long in the back of the head several times. He then rolls over for a cover. ONE… TWO… THRKICKOUT! Furious, Crane punches Long one last time and then stands, hands on knees catching his breath and trying to figure out his next move. He decides on a go-behind and German suplex. Long tries to fight out of it, but this time Crane’s got a better grip and more stamina, and executes it. Instead of a cover he pulls Long up. He hooks Long for a brainbuster. Long blocks! But only for a minute as Crane kicks him in his bad knee and then gets him up for the move. Starting to smile again, Crane yells for one more.

This time it’s Long that stomps on Crane’s knee, and although Crane hasn’t had any legwork done it gives Long enough space to lift Crane up for a vertical suplex. Only instead of dropping backwards, Long walks to the edge of the ring and deposits Crane over the ropes down on top of Reese!

Tucker: Ronnie Long said before this show that he would rather face the entire High Roller’s Club alone and lose than ask his old friends from outside the promotion for help, and he’s gone straight after first Carlton Gluck and now Preston Reese. He’s going to the top rope!

Long comes off the top with an elbow drop - not to Crane, but to Reese, who trapped under Crane couldn’t do anything to defend himself. He’s a bit slow to get up though, and when he pulls Crane up, Crane gets behind him and pushes Long headfirst into the ring post. Long drops to the ground while Crane checks on Reese. Reese isn’t on his pins at all. It’s not that Crane is entirely devoid of concern, just that it’s unclear how much of it is concern for Reese’s well being, and how much of it is concern for yet another goon taken out of the picture before he could really help Crane cheat to win.

Crane grabs Long up off the ground, spins around behind him, and lifts him up for another German suplex, this one dropping Long ribs first across the guardrail! With Long slumped there, Crane backs off and comes running in with a knee that crashes into the back of Long’s head and sends the front of Long’s head smashing into the guardrail! Long flops forward, and a trickle of blood has begun making its way down his head. Crane throws Long into the ring, climbs up to the top rope, and comes off with a flying elbow of his own to Long’s forehead, widening that bloody streak. He goes for the cover! ONE… TWO… THRFOOTONTHEROPES!

Tucker: Crane looking around wildly now, there’s no one out at ringside for him and even a little bit of interference could’ve been crucial there.

Torchwood: It does seem like Long’s proactivity in addressing Crane’s outside help is paying off in the short term, but every big move he hits Reese or Gluck with is a move he hasn’t hit Crane with. Does Long have the stamina to outlast the whole High Roller’s Club?

Tucker: There’s only Rage and Cage left!

Fulton: Shut up!

Crane pushes Long into the corner, hits a running right knee strike and then a jumping left knee to the chin. Getting Long in a cravatte, he looks to be setting up the HRKO. But Long pushes Crane away! Crane hits the turnbuckle with his chest. Long catches him, hits an atomic drop, runs the ropes - Western Lariat attempt just barely ducked by Crane! Long rebounds, and Crane hits a quick dropkick to the knee. Long takes a tumble, but Crane, trying to collect himself, waves to the back, and out come Woke Wesley Rage and Honest Nic Cage. Not waiting on them, Crane tries another HRKO, but Long grabs him by the neck and chokeslams him to the mat to counter it! He raises his arm, with his thumb extended.

Tucker: We don’t see this very often out of Ronnie Long either, but it looks like he might be thinking Asiatic Spike!

Crane is thinking Lariat, and so when he ducks the swing Long loops his other arm around Crane’s neck and jams the thumb into the side of his neck! Crane’s eyes go wild as he starts flailing around! Crane quickly fights out with a jawbreaker - but Long shakes the jawbreaker off and reapplies the hold! Crane falls to a seated position and Wesley Rage just decides to hell with it and pulverizes the referee from behind with a clothesline. The ref is handed off to Cage for ‘Two Rogers Don’t Make a Right’ (a Canadian Destroyer) while Rage just stomps and stomps and stomps and STOMPS on Long. Cage leaves the referee and begins helping Crane up as Rage continues his stomp-in.

Fulton: Bet Ronnie doesn’t think that Asstastic Spike was such a good idea now, does he?

Tucker: Oh come on, even by the standards of the High Roller’s Club this is blatant!

Torchwood: Bet Ronnie doesn’t think that going solo against the High Roller’s Club was such a good idea now, does he?

Tucker: You’re both impossible!

Crane directs Rage and Cage to pull Long to his feet. Long is barely staying upright as Crane grabs him by the hair, yelling that he shouldn’t have let things get to this point, that he (Crane) is done with this.

That’s when Daeriq Damien, for the first time since he started messing about with Long’s career in NPW, slides into the ring. Grabbing Rage by the free arm, he yanks him around and into a brace-loaded roaring elbow!

THUNNNK!!!

Damien’s heavy arm brace connects with Rage’s forehead. Both men hit the ground, Rage completely unconscious and with a nasty gouge splitting his forehead, Damien in apparent severe pain as he clutches his braced arm into his body and curls into a ball around it. Crane only manages to land a few stomps to Damien’s body before Long is up. Long throws a wild lariat at Crane… Crane ducks… Long uses the momentum to spin back around and clothesline Cage head over heels!

Tucker: There is nobody left! Can Crane still win this battle of attrition, or can Long actually defy the odds and run the gauntlet against the HRC?

Fulton: It already doesn’t count! Did you see what that faker Damien did to Wesley Rage! Suspend him! Suspend them both! Starting immediately!

Torchwood: We need another referee or nobody will be able to call for anything!

Long is jaw-jacking for the first time in the match, telling Crane that he’s got nobody left to hide behind.

Crane snarls and rips his elbow pads off, saying that he doesn’t need anyone’s help to finish Long.

And they meet up, exchanging elbow smashes in the middle of the ring!

Elbow from Crane!

BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Elbow from Long!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!

Elbow from Crane!

BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Elbow from Long!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!

Elbow from Crane! Another elbow from Crane! A third elbow from Crane!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Crane has his hands up as though he’s in a kickboxing match. He lands an elbow punch to Long, does a little bit of stick and move, dodges a swipe, lands another elbow, throws a fake jab, steps back and throws a superkick…

AND LONG CATCHES IT!

Long throws a Western Lariat!

AND CRANE DUCKS AND CONNECTS WITH AN HRKO!

A referee is sliding into the ring as Crane labors to roll Long over onto his back. He tries to hook the leg but ends up just slumping across Long’s body.

ONE…!

…TWO…!

……THREE…

………EEEKICKOUT!

Fulton: AAAAIIIGGGGHH!!!

Tucker: IT’S NOT OVER YET!

Henderson, Crane’s personal assistant, makes a rare appearance at ringside. He comes scurrying down as Crane desperately begs to the ref that it wasn’t a kickout. Crane laboriously gets up to his feet as Long slowly climbs to his knees, looking defiant.

Tucker: Everyone is down! With a suicide assist from Daeriq Damien, Ronnie Long did outlast the High Roller’s Club - but has he got enough left to put the High Roller himself away?

Crane runs in with a knee strike aimed at Long. Long catches the knee and knocks Crane back with a body shot before making it to his feet. Crane tries to follow up but walks into a thunderous knife edge chop that sends him reeling back and slumping to his knees. Long extends his arm, calling for the Western Lariat…

And Crane pulls the referee in front!

Crane takes some of the impact, but the ref catches the worst of it. He flips across Crane’s body and lands in a heap.

Long grabs Crane and drops him perpendicular to the turnbuckle with a body slam. He points up in the air and starts climbing the ropes.

Tucker: Ronnie Long, thinking Five Star Guillotine! I don’t care how long it takes to get another referee out here, if he connects with it we’ve got a new champion!

Torchwood: I don’t know what Henderson came out to accomplish, he’s arguing with security at ringside!

As Long climbs the turnbuckle a man runs in through the crowd, grabs a chair and slams it into Long’s back! The cheers turn to boos as Chapps Gluck looks around the arena.

Fulton: YEAH BOYEEE! BACK FROM SUSPENSION, WASSUP!?

Torchwood: Crane’s crawling out of the way as Chapps has Long set up for - 151 Proof!

Tucker: Moonsault Slam from the top rope! And now Crane… dammit, not like this!

Crane pulls the exhausted Long to his knees, runs the ropes, and hits an In The Face! that nearly dislocates his own hips. The impact slides both men towards the ropes, but not quite close enough as Crane rolls Long’s legs up into a lateral bridge! Chapps throws the dazed referee into the ring, and he blindly counts!

ONE…!

…TWO…!

……THREE…!

………EEEEE!!!!!

Fulton: HE GOT HIM!

DING! DING! DING!

The ceiling opens and purple and gold confetti begins raining down as Wesley Crane’s hand is raised from his position on the mat.

Tucker: By the skin of his teeth, Wesley Crane escapes the title bout with the belt around his waist.

Crane scrabbles to his knees and raises his arms in bliss as Henderson belts the W:UK World Championship around his waist again. With Chapps’ help he gets to his feet and hits the turnbuckle. Paid help at ringside throw streamers and the fans keep booing. Long irritably swats the streamers as he rolls out of the ring and quietly heads for the back.

Torchwood: Somewhere, Kalmin Watts is watching this, and his feelings about Crane’s willingness to cheat are mixing with his eagerness to have another shot at his old rival. He’s got to be remembering that wrench shot from last week.

Fulton: It might just be out of the frying pan into the fire for our beloved World Champion. But y’know what? Heat makes gold gleam, son. ‘Member that. Heat makes gold gleam.



Tucker: We have word there is some sort of incident backstage!

Crew: Someone get some help back here!

The camera moves around backstage as we see security running around the halls, and some EMTs motioning them out of the way before they shove through a ring of crew. Laying on the floor face down beside some broken lights and equipment is Mister Blood! He looks to be out cold, and blood pools around him.

Crew: It fell from the catwalks and hit him!

One of the others pointed upwards, yelling.

Crew: I think someone dropped it on him!

Security started up the catwalk, and the EMTs were running over with a stretcher as they worked to lift Blood onto it. They strapped him down, and security ordered the area clear as the EMTs yelled into their walkie talkie.

Torchwood: Someone has tried to murder Mister Blood!

Fulton: Who would do such a thing! Where’s Esmeralda?

Tucker: Esmeralda? Where’s Fowler?