Legacy 22: Showdown in Saskatoon
Jan 22, 2024 19:00:19 GMT -5
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Post by Mr. Blood on Jan 22, 2024 19:00:19 GMT -5
The fans are on their feet in Saskatoon, and the pyros hit as Stormzy fills the air. They cheer as Frank Wormwood heads down the ramp in his rumpled suit, glasses pushed back on his bald head. Tony Blood following him, waving absently as they head into the ring.
Frank calls for a mic, and lifts it.
Frank Wormwood: I am out here to make some major—
Tony grabs the mic, cutting him off.
Tony Blood the next show will be all War Games matches!
Salazar tosses Wormwood another as he gapes angrily.
Frank Wormwood: —what the hell! Where was the forepl—
Tony Blood Elmination Chamber in March
Frank Wormwood: seriously come on….
Tony shrugged and the fans were cheering. Wormwood muttered, shaking his head.
Frank Wormwood: Why don’t you tell them —
Tony Blood At Love and War Brad Swann will face Eli Dresden and the winner will enter the Chamber! As we have the first seven person chamber in WUK history.
Frank swore, as the fans cheered. He lifted his mic, and tried to reign Tony in when the lights dropped. They pulsed a sullen red, and Sinclair Godfrey swept from the back flanked by the ODS. Wormwood swallowed, backing up as Tony stared.
The Baroness stepped into the ring, her hulking minions following her before she called for a mic. A wicked smile that didn’t touch her eyes, and she lifted a hand.
Sinclair Godfrey: Speaking of war games, Spike Kane! You know what I want! But sadly we both know your young boys won’t make it to Love and War will they.
Mormo slammed a huge fist against his chest, and Moloch flexed his hands as he glowered. Sinclair shrugged, pacing back and forth. Wormwood and Blood looked at each other and back to her. After all Donzig-gun was unpredictable on their best days.
Mormo rumbled something, and Moloch growled as he looked to the two.
Tony Blood What did he say?
Sinclair Godfrey: He asked who was in the Chamber.
Wormwood lifted hand.
Frank Wormwood: no! Don’t—
Blood beamed happily.
Tony Blood It will be Eron Hunter vs Kasper Van Zant vs Wesley Crane vs Florida Man vs Anthony Jordan vs Spike Kane.
And the winner of Eli and Swann.
Wormwood cursed as the fans exploded, and Sinclair nodded slowly.
The metal cover of the SNES Sim City’s “Metropolis” theme blasts and out comes Lord Dominicus onto the entrance ramp. Once the music dies down he brings a mic to his mask (mouth?)
Lord Domnicus: OH I SEE HOW IT IS! A guy doesn’t show up for work as you tour the Americans YET AGAIN and suddenly stupid Wesley Crane is once again getting everything handed to him on a platter?
Dominicus starts to pace.
Lord Domnicus: Wasn’t it enough that the Dominicus Republic and the Glucks EMBARRASSED the “Something-Something Rollers Club” or whatever the stable is called here in Wrestle United Kingdom? WASN’T IT ENOUGH that I, LORD DOMINICUS put this company on the map and helped free us from the bondage to HKW’s roster? LOOK AT ALL I DID AND IN NO TIME AT ALL! What do you want me to do, steal a title, name it after myself, and then leave the company for no apparent reason!?
Now he’s getting angry. The DARK LORD OF WUK points to the ring.
Lord Domnicus: YOU still owe me a favor. YOU probably should owe me a couple more for how good I made the Glucks look against my will. And yet YOU still have chosen your terrible Hardkore loan-boy Wesley Crane over ME! Well you know what?
He wakes his finger.
Lord Domnicus: I don’t ROLL like that! So how about I show YOU and all of the red hats in the audience what a REAL War Games match looks like.
The crowd cheers, not that they really like Lord Dominicus that much, but a War Games is a War Games.
Lord Domnicus: So here’s what I want. The stupid High Rollers Club versus the Dominicus Republic- that is me and Lady Evil….and also uh……Lynx.
Tony Blood That’s only three people.
Lord Domnicus: ……
There’s a pause.
Lord Domnicus: I’m blinking incredulously right now.
The GREATEST EVIL OF THEM ALL takes a moment to DominiThink.
Lord Domnicus: UGH FINE, the Dominicus Republic AAAAAND….ugh….the Glucks.
“Enough is enough!”
The fans all stir. The house lights lower and a spotlight can be seen shining on the High Rollers Club, all sitting in the luxury box. Warrick and SZK both stand by the door to make sure no one comes in. Reese, Rage and Cage all remain sitting while Wesley Crane stands there, looking down at everyone. He has a microphone in hand and raises it to his lips.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Well, well, well… Dominicus, nice to see you gracing us with your presence.”
This gets some boo’s from the fans in attendance.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “You love to mention my name in the same sentence as Hardkore World. Look, I went to Hardkore World and I dominated in the year that I spent there. I enjoyed Hardkore World, but there were more pressing matters to attend to in WUK. So I left it all. I left Hardkore World and made it my goal to get back what was stolen from me. I dedicated all of my time to this company and I did it because I am THE MAN in this place. Dominicus, on paper, you have a win against me… but everyone in the back, everyone in attendance and everyone watching at home all know you only picked up that win because you cheated to win. And hey, I can respect a good ol’ fashioned screw fest, in business and in pleasure, but I respect nothing about you, Dominicus.”
The fans are torn. They want to cheer and boo Crane at the same time. There’s a loud mixed reaction coming from the fans. Half the fans are chanting “Wesley Crane!” while the other half are chanting “Do-Mini-Cus!”... Wesley lowers his mirrored aviators and gives everyone his custom cocky grin.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane:“There’s something everybody knows about The High Roller and the High Rollers Club. We don’t mind screwing anyone over and we never back down from a good fight. You want another “go-round” with the High Rollers Club, fuck it, why not?!?!?...
The fans erupt in cheers.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “As for the Elimination Chamber match… I walked in as the champion last year and defeated the best of the best… and I walked out as champion… I whooped so much ass that it caused a split in the roster and the weak ones left. You see, a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. WUK is like that chain. Last year's Elimination Chamber, I won and the weakest links left. In return, WUK became stronger than ever. Wesley Crane is the one who did that. Nobody else. Not you Dominicus and not anyone in the Elimination Chamber. Shit, out of everyone in this Elimination Chamber, I’m the only one that has actually competed in a Chamber match… so if you ask me, Wesley Crane is the odds on favorite. If you’d like to place a bet on the match, have your people call my people and we can set something up.”
Wesley looks over at Wesley Rage.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Rage and I have a hardcore battle royal to think about, so our time here must come to an end. Good luck, fuckers… you’re going to need it!”
Sinclair and the ODS exchange looks, and she lifts up a hand before frowning at LD. Then her head turns to stare at the High Rollers, tilting slowly.
Sinclair Godfrey: Interesting. You all have become so bold.
"What does everybody want?"
Audience (clap back): You. To. Wreck. Kira. And. Friends. In. War Game!
"What does everybody need?"
Audience (clap back): You. To. Wreck. Kira. And. Friends. In. War Game!
"Are you gonna get it?"
Audience (clap back): Highly. Unlikely.
"Why the heck not?"
Audience (clap back): You're. not. too. reliable.
The gator flies through the entrance curtains on a mechanical bull on wheels.
Florida Man: (almost being bucked off): Come on folks, I might just surprise you.
The Audience pop, surprised. It takes almost eight bucks before the masked maniac is thrown off.... but he lands on his feet. The bull continues into the audience, maiming dozens.
Florida Man: Yo, yo, yo, war games and elimination chamber.... so many cages I feel like I'm in prison. Well I'm just gonna have to do what I always do when I'm behind bars-
FLORIDA & Audience (clap along with his catchphrase): Cut. A. Bitch!
Torchwood: When did that become a sing-along slogan?
Florida Man: WUK... Y'all running war games.... that the giggity gang warfare one? Well alls I wants to do is beat up Kira...... but since the irredeemable mofo insists on constantly bringing sidekicks, I might as well sign myself up. So put J-RoK on notice.... Not Uzumaki, JROK... Kira doesn't bring the goods and it'll be his fed looking bad, not his stable. He'd better bring the BIG GUNS, 'cause I got a rolodex bigger than Lady Lana Windsor's Dick - and a laundry list of friends who may have said "stay 500 feet from me" but will happily ignore court orders for a chance to kick Kira's wizard sleeve anus! My dream team of Wesley Crane, Rage, Cage, and Reeses Pieces-
Tony Blood The High Rollers are already spoken for-
Florida Man: ................I gotz other dream teams. Like those commonwealth stealing scamps, ODS - I can't stay mad at 'em...
Tony Blood Taken.
Florida Man: Eron Hunter, that leather loven lady Kasp, and the giggity Glucks!
Another head shack.
Florida Man: Dang, that bull took me for a ride. Coming out late.... NATURALLY I KNEW ALL THOSE PEOPLE HAD ALREADY BEEN TAKEN........... nah, for the jacked up shit I is gonna do to Kira, your boy needs a crew of depraved dirty dozen style deathrow inmates that don't mind being haunted by images of our opponent's corpses for the rest of their lives. ..........People like Marty "Not Another Cage Match" Donovan... Psychotic "Hot Topic" Goth.... a certain big green monster outta Japan that y'all know well, and my boi Yet2bDecided Jones, probably Golden Dragon - that dude seemed nice. THAT'S RIGHT, J-ROK, Florida UK or F:UK is gonna beat the dog shit out of you, while the wrestling world wonders in horror "Jesus, what did that dog eat?" Your careers! So all that is left to ask... WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN "CHAINED HEAT: THE EROTIC AWAKENING OF FLORIDA H. MANG'S MASSIVE JOHNSON" RUNS WILD ON YOU!
The audience applaud the face of the year in all his meth addicted childlike glory.
Sinclair frowns again, and Wormwood shrugs.
Sinclair Godfrey: Empty Night.
Frank Wormwood: I have no idea what that means.
Lord Domnicus: No one does.
The Empire stomps from the back, glaring at everyone before Slam the Second shrugs before he takes the mic from his son. He looks around, and shrugs before he adjusts his tie before he lifts a hand to hold back Drake whose eyes narrow on Donzig-gun.
Slam the Second: Spike Kane sent me out here with a message for you, miss. And that message is that he doesn’t plan on using the Empire to kick the shit out of you and that old fool AJ!
Sinclair arches a brow, and Wormwood looks confused.
Slam the Second: At Wargames you will face the Bang Bros!
The fans explode at this news, and Sinclair shrugs before flashing a faint smile. A slight dip of her head, and she looks to her minions before staring at everyone else.
Sinclair Godfrey: Delightful.
Match: Preston Reese vs. Carlton Gluck
Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Entering the ring first from Hollywood, California! He is the greatest Second Generation Superstar in Wrestle: UK! Representing the High Roller’s Club at 225 pounds, he is Preston Andre Reese!
The fans boo, as the loud pops of the pyro announce the arrival of the American Superstar. He pauses on the ramp, laughing and nodding at the fans as he poses in his red, white, and blue coat with it’s ludicrous amount of gold. He heads down the ramp, tossing the jacket off before he climbs inside the ring to pose once more as Saskatoon jeers.
Tucker: The fans in Saskatoon not excited to see Reese, imagine that!
Fulton: Screw these yokels!
Salazar continued.
Salazar: And their opponents…!
…rrriiiiiiissssseee…
Salazar: Hailing from the Mudflats of Mississippi, and weighing in at a combined weight of 581 lbs! CARLTON! CHAPPS! THE BRRRRRRROTHERS… GLUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!
♫ You take my home ♫
♫ And reduce it to a tired, satirical ♫
♫ Hillbilly reference ♫
♫ IT’S BEYOND OLD! ♫
♫ (I abhor the fucking arrogance) ♫
♫ And reduce it to a tired, satirical ♫
♫ Hillbilly reference ♫
♫ IT’S BEYOND OLD! ♫
♫ (I abhor the fucking arrogance) ♫
Carlton Gluck walk out onto the stage. Carlton spreads his arms wide then he starts for the ring, eyes narrowed angrily as he mutters under his breath.
Tucker: Carlton Gluck looking for revenge on Reese here tonight!
Torchwood: Lot of bad blood between Reese and the Glucks!
Reese ran forward suddenly, coming off the ropes to tackle Carlton as he came towards the ring. The fans jeered, and Reese was on his feet first battering away at Carlton with fists and kicks before he jerked him upwards to fling him into the barricade! The fans booed, and Carlton grabbed at his back as he started to rise.
Reese charges in, hammering a knee into Carlton’s ribs before he yanks him away from the barricade. He smacks him a few times, and then whips him into the ring stairs before he is pushed back by the ref.
Fulton: Blatant interference by the official!
Tucker: The match never even started!
Fulton: Exactly!
Reese laughs, moving inside the ring as he walks back and forth. The fans were booking as he mocks them, and he waits for Carlton. The Big Gluck rose to his feet, holding his back as he pushed the ref back before he rolled inside the ring. The ref held Reese back, and he spoke to Carlton again.
The Motherglucker demanded the bell!
Fulton: Stupid!
Tucker: He has heart!
Carlton was on his feet, and he charged forward as Reese moved out of the way. He fired off a few kicks into Carlton’s legs. And he dodged aside as he was swatted aside by Carlton, and the fans cheered as Carlton grabbed for him.
BELLY TO BELLY GLUCKPLEX!
Torchwood: Carlton Gluck has an extensive mat background, and Reese was just reminded of that!
Reese was staggering to his feet, and Gluck grabbed him once more to hit a German! Then another, and then a third as Reese tried to escape! The fans were cheering, and Reese rolled to the outside shaking his head.
Tucker: Reese looking to get away!
Fulton: What?
Carlton grabs his hair, and rips him upwards to toss him back inside. Reese stumbles to his feet, and Gluck whips him at the corner. But Reese comes off the ropes with the Diamond Dust! Carlton drops, and the fans boo as Reese makes the cover.
1….
….2….
……KICKOUT!
Torchwood: Carlton is too powerful!
Reese drops back, shaking his head before he starts to stomp away at Carlton’s leg. Stomping and kicking at his knee, and then he went to lock on the Figure Four! Then Carlton twisted, and reached to grab the ropes! The ref called Reese off, and he swore as he held onto the four.
Then the Gluck grabbed him, and Reese rolled to the outside.
Tucker: Here we go again!
Fulton: What is your problem!
The fans are booing as Reese leaned on the apron, and Gluck rolled out after him. He limped forward, grabbing at Reese to spin him around. They started trading punches, and then Carlton went to fling Reese at the stairs!
REVERSE!
The stairs explode, and Carlton starts to rise before Reese fires off a superkick! The fans groan, and Carlton topples across the stairs. And Reese grabs the stairs from where they lay, tossing aside the referee before he cracked the chair into Carlton’s head! Blood flowed, and Carlton dropped to a knee!
The ref started to call for the bell, but Reese leveled him!
Torchwood: That is going to be a fine!
Carlton Gluck starts to rise again, but Reese is on him!
STARKILLER ON THE STAIRS!
The fans are booing as Reese grabs the stairs again, and he stalks over to stand over Carlton with a smirk. But referees and security swarm the ring, pushing back which finally makes him drop the stairs before he stomps off.
Tucker: Disgusting display!