Legacy 24: Melbourne Meltdown
Apr 22, 2024 20:55:17 GMT -5
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The scene opens up to the Docklands Stadium parking lot. Wesley Crane’s custom Hummer limousine pulls up at the same time as a black SUV. The back door of the SUV opens and out steps The Sheik and MXG. The door of the limo opens and one by one, out comes the High Rollers Club. Wesley Crane remains in the limo. Six guards, all dressed is black suits and wearing mirrored aviators, come walking from the building and stand next to the door of the limo. Out steps the Two Kingdoms Champion, “The High Roller” Wesley Crane. The guards immediately surround him.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Club, you can head to the locker room. Have a drink… or smoke a joint…”
Nicholas “Honest” Cage grins and points at his “boss.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Tonight, Wesley Rage is going to destroy Cheez and start his singles career journey here in WUK. Before anyone gets anything twisted, Rage has my full support. I expect the Club to be by his side as much as you’re by my side.”
Cage reaches over and begins massaging his twin brother’s shoulders.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I have something I need to do, alone. So head to the locker room and I’ll see you in a bit.”
The High Rollers Club all nod in agreement and head inside the stadium.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Guards, let’s go. We’ve got business to take care of.”
Wesley and the guards all enter the stadium. They walk through the halls and then stop at a door that reads “WUK World Champion, Kasper Van Zant”... Wesley reaches out and knocks on the door with force. After a few seconds, the door opens and standing there is none other than Kasper. She gets a grin on her face. Wesley holds up his right hand, motioning for Kasper to calm down. She adjusts his WUK World Championship. Wesley can’t stop looking at the Championship that he loved so much that he named it. Kasper snaps her fingers a couple of times, catching the attention of Wesley.
Kasper Van Zant: “My eyes are up here.”
Wesley looks Kasper in her eyes.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Kasper… Van… Zant!”
Kasper Van Zant: “What do you want, Wesley?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Relax, I’m here out of respect.”
Kasper stops grinning. She’s not sure what angle Wesley’s trying to pull.
Kasper Van Zant: “Respect, huh? I have a hard time believing it. Shit, I have a hard time believing anything you say.”
Wesley motions for her to calm down.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Listen, I’m a busy man. I have to defend the biggest Championship this company has against that Psychotic freak and Gavin Drake… but before the show even starts, I wanted to congratulate you.”
Kasper Van Zant: “You want to congratulate me? Why? For what?”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Pump the brakes a little. As I said, I’m here out of respect. I want to congratulate you on winning the Elimination Chamber match. The fact is, on that night, after all the damage I took, I took my eye off the ball for three seconds and you picked up the win. Trust me, it’ll never happen again, I can guarantee you that much.”
Kasper Van Zant: “Alright, you congratulated me, now why don’t you do me a favor and get the fuck out of my fac-”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Annnnd, I want to wish you luck against Takaru Matsui. I know you struggled against him in your last match… That match was what? 2nd? 3rd? Of the night? Either way, you almost lost to him the last time and then he gave you a beating of a lifetime. So this time around, I wish you luck.”
Kasper Van Zant: “I don’t need luck, Wesley… and tonight I’ll prove it. Now please, get the fuck out of my way.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “If you run into trouble, let me know. Maybe The Golden Dragon is free to help.”
Kasper Van Zant: “Fuck off.”
Kasper turns and heads back into her locker room. Wesley turns around and is suddenly met by the manager of one of the most feared men in the wrestling business, The Sheik. The Sheik’s manager, Malcolm Xavier Graves smiles and reaches his hand out to shake Wesley’s.
MXG: “Good evening, Mr. Crane.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Good evening.”
Wesley shakes Malcolm’s hand and then motions toward one of his security guards. The security guard hands a duffle bag to Wesley. Wesley hands it over to MXG.
MXG: “Feels a little light.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “$50k now. The other $50k when Watts has been taken out.”
MXG: “I can deal with that. Good luck tonight.”
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Luck? I don’t need luck to defeat Goth and Drake… but thanks nonetheless.”
Wesley shakes hands with MXG once more and then turns and walks off with his guards around him. Wesley gets to his locker room. He stops outside the door.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Guards, stay here. Don’t let anyone in without asking me first.”
Wesley opens the locker room door and walks in. His eyes almost pop out of his head when he sees Preston Andre Reese, SZK, and Warrick all knocked out on the floor.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “What the fu-”
Suddenly, Wesley is tackled to the ground from behind. It’s Kalmin Watts and he’s unloading fist after fist on the back of Crane’s head.
Kalmin Watts: “This is for Anthony.”
The locker room door flies open and in runs the security guards. They rip Watts away from Wesley. Wesley is laying on the ground holding the back of his head. Watts is foaming at the mouth, wanting to get his hands on Wesley again.
“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Get… get that piece of shit out of here!”
The guards pull a furious Watts out of the locker room. Watts tosses his arms up in the air, showing that he’s no longer a threat. He’s not going to attack Wesley again. The guards stand guard as the scene fades.
Match: Donzig vs. Slam Three
Melbourne is on it’s feet, cheering as the sullen red light and leaping flames indicate only one thing. And after a long moment, Donzig walks from the back to stare out at them from beneath his hood and mask. The fans are going wild, chanting his name as he heads down the ramp.
Fulton: Australian fans are wild, man.
Torchwood: The Land Down Under one of the only places that Donzig is guaranteed a Hero’s Welcome!
Salazar: Entering the ring at this time at 210 pounds, representing Donzig-gun! He is the Scourge! He is the NEW God of Extreme! This is Donzig!
The fans cheer, and Donzig stomps up the steps to climb the ropes. He pauses atop the ringpost, and reaches up to pull off his mask. He sneers at the fans, before leaping down to pace back and forth.
Tucker: Do you think Slam Three knows what he is walking into?
Fulton: You don’t think brutally destroying Spike mellowed him out?
Torchwood: Not likely, lad.
The fans boo as Slam Three appears on the ramp, he points at the ring. He grins, and fairly jumps up and down before he starts down the ramp. His father follows after him, grabbing his arm to whisper something.
Slam shrugs him off, and heads for the ring with a grin.
Salazar: Weighing in at 220 pounds, representing the Empire! Accompanied by his father, the Living Legend David Slam the Second! He is David Slam the Third!
Tucker: Slam Three doesn’t look intimidated.
Torchwood: The arrogance of youth.
Salazar is nearly knocked aside as Donzig dives between the ropes to tackle Slam! Slam drops to the floor, and Slam the Second staggers back with a shocked look. The referee yells from inside the ring, and the fans are going wild as Donzig hauls Slam to his feet. He is cursing and snarling, eyes wild before he flings Slam into the barricade.
Fulton: This is ridiculous! No one even rang the bell!
Tucker: Go tell him!
Slam staggers forward, holding his back before Donzig is on him again. He is firing off big right hands, and then runs Slam 3 at the ring to bounce his head against it. The fans are going wild, and he stops to stare right at Slam Two.
Slam Two jerks backwards, and Donzig hisses before he flings Slam Three inside before he climbs in after him. The referee tries to rein in Donzig, and he grabs Slam’s ring jacket to tear it off before he flings it into the crowd.
He stalks back and forth, kicking Slam into the corner before he stomps away at him. Choking him with a boot, and he curses and snaps at Praline as the head official tries to get him out of the corner.
Tucker: Donzig may get himself disqualified!
Fulton: If Praline was any kind of official he would have done that already!
Donzig storms after Praline, eyes wild as Slam pulls himself up the ropes. He leans on the ropes, shaking his head before he nods at Praline. The bell finally rings, and Donzig charges in with a snarl.
Slam Three moves aside, and starts driving stiff kicks into his back and ribs. Then he whirls him around, pushing him into the corner before he starts stomping and kicking. He drops back, and hits a missile dropkick that makes the fans boo!
Slam Two cheers him on!
Torchwood: Slam Three using Donzig’s temper and arrogance against him! Trying to get back in this match!
Fulton: I love it!
Slam drags Donzig back to his feet, and he fires him off at the ropes! Hurricarana!
COVER!
1….
…..2…
…..KICKOUT!
Fulton: Learn to count Praline!
The fans are furious, and Slam Three nods at his father as he pulls Donzig up. He fires him at the corner, and Donzig staggers forward only to be caught with another dropkick low to the knees! He goes to lock on the ‘Dyin’ Breath’, but Donzig rips his arm free and clamps his hand down on his face!
Fingers twist and tighten, and Slam Three howls as he tries to get free as Donzig tightens his grip.
THE SICILIAN CLAW!
Tucker: Slam needs to be careful, Donzig is one of the most dangerous men in XHF for a reason!
Torchwood: Slam grabbing for the ropes!
Slam Two pushes the ropes into his son’s grip, and Praline grabs Donzig to pull him off. He nearly gets swatted, and Donzig snarls as he points at Slam Two who backs up. Slam the Third is on his feet, and Donzig grabs him to fire him at the ropes!
Slam reverses, and then gets dropped as Donzig leaps onto him from the rebound!
LOU THESZ PRESS!
Fulton: Where is the ref!
The fans are going wild as Donzig rains punches on his opponent. Battering and hammering away, and his hands grab Slam’s head to start bouncing it off the mat before he rolls to his feet. He storms back and forth, tearing at his beard as the fans are going wild before he turns to stare at Slam Three!
Tucker: Slam should stay down!
Torchwood: He’s getting to his feet!
Donzig grins, and charges in but Slam flings Praline into his path. Praline topples in a heap, and he sprawls in a broken heap as the fans boo. Donzig stares at Praline, and then looks up at Slam Three with a wicked grin.
Torchwood: Uh oh!
Tucker: That smile never means anything good!
Slam grins back, and his fists start flying before Donzig steps into the punches. And his own hands start flying, and Slam staggers back before the Scourge hits a DDT! The bigger man drops, and Donzig stomps away at him before he hauls him to his feet.
A shrug!
REAPER’S TOUCH!
Fulton: Someone stop the damned match! Slam Three is hurt!
Tucker: The referee is out cold!
Donzig cracks his neck, head tilting before he runs at the ropes to hit the middle one! But Slam the Second grabs his foot, and he stumbles. Slam Two smirks, and then his eyes widen as Donzig slides from the ring.
Fulton: Slam Two is not a wrestler, dammit!
Donzig grabs his old enemy by the throat, and curses as he drags him close. Then he fires him into the stairs, they explode and Slam stumbles to his feet before he is grabbed by Donzig who shakes his head as he starts hammering away at him. He flings him into the barricade, and hits the Reaper’s Touch on the edge of the mat!
AND THEN A CHAIR CRACKS ACROSS HIS BACK!
GAVIN DRAKE!
Tucker: Drake with the save!
Fulton: Thank god!
Drake drops the chair, and grabs Donzig to slam him into the ringpost! Blood flows, and he flings Donzig inside the ring. He yells at Slam Three, slapping his hands on the mat before he checks on Slam Two.
Praline is slowly stirring, and Slam Three grins as he hauls Donzig to his feet.
SLAM STUNNER!
COVER!
1….
….2….
……KICKOUT!
Fulton: No! NO! How?
Torchwood: Slam is stunned!
Drake curses, and both Slams are staring before Slam Three starts hammering away at Donzig as he rises. He kicks and stomps at him, battering knees into his ribs as he smirks. He casts a quick look around the booing fans, and then flings him at the ropes!
EVENT HORIZON OFF THE ROPES!
Slam drops, and Donzig rolls over to mock him before staggering to his feet as Drake leaps onto the ropes.
BLACK MIST!
Tucker: Drake is in trouble!
Drake drops from the ropes, clawing at his eyes as he staggers around as Slam Two glares at Donzig as he tries to get the Empty Hand help. The fans are going wild as Donzig cackles, and he stalks towards the rising Slam Three!
A boot to his face as he rises, and Slam Three drops again.
Fulton: This man is a menace!
Torchwood: Donzig has that look in his eye!
He grabs Slam Three hauling him to his feet, and his eyes lock on Slam the Second. A shrug, and he hits the 25:17!
Tucker: Dear God!
COVER!
1….
….2…
…….THREE!
Donzig comes to his feet, and he glares around before he starts back towards Slam. But Drake hauls him from the ring, shaking his head as he leans him across his shoulders. Slam the Second is furious, cursing as they head for the ramp.
Donzig rolls from the ring, and tears the mic from Salazar as he climbs atop the announce table.
Donzig: Oh, we are not done! No! No! No! We’re in the Land down Under, we’re in fucking Oz! And in Oz? Donzig does what the fuck he wants!
The fans explode, and Donzig nods as the Empire scowls.
Donzig: The next time you fucking see me, Gavin? I will be holding the X-Crown and covered in your precious leader’s blood!
Drake swore, yelling and cursing as Slam dragged him back. Donzig laughed that terrible laugh, and lifted his arms wide.
Salazar: Your winner by pinfall, DOOOOOONZIG!
Match: Cheez vs. ‘Woke’ Wesley Rage
Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The Melbourne fans cheer, and Frank nods as he starts to speak. And then the lights go down, before returning with a blast of fire in sullen red. The fans murmur in surprise, and then.
Sinclair Godfrey appears at the top of the ramp, with the WUK Commonwealth title on her shoulder. A hand lifts, and then from the entrance way behind her steps the silent and imposing form of Mormo. The big man of the Death Squad glares around him, face hidden behind his mask before Sinclair sweeps her coat before heading for the ring.
Torchwood: Melbourne is on it’s feet for the Baroness!
Tucker: Is she coming over here?
Fulton: Oh, shit, she’s bringing Mormo.
Sinclair indeed sweeps past the ring, and sits her WUK title before her at the announce table. She jerks her head, and Mormo flings aside the second Welsh announcer before dragging his chair over for the Baroness.
Sinclair settles into it, placing the headphones on her ears before she speaks.
Sinclair Godfrey: I have decided that the winner of this match will become the number one contender to my WUK Commonwealth Title.
She gestures imperiously and the timekeepers is flung towards the ring by Mormo to inform Frank.
Tucker: Why is Mormo out here?
Sinclair Godfrey: Because I don’t trust Fulton’s friends.
Fulton: How dare you–
He fell silent, and Sinclair laughed.
Sinclair Godfrey: Mormo leave him be, we are in a free country.
Torchwood: That was alarming.
Inside the ring, Frank continued.
Salazar: The winner of the following contest will be the Number One Contender for the WUK Commonwealth Championship at Dominion.
Entering first from Madion, Wisconsin at 185 pounds! This is Cheez!
Cheez, nervously poked his head out of the curtain, before tucking in back in. Suddenly the crowd begins to chant his name, before the camera shows him amongst the fans in crowd, hi-fiving them as he jumps the guardrail and smiles at camera, before sliding into the ring.
Fulton: This is what you think of as a worthy number one contender?
Tucker: Cheez is a competitor!
Fulton: As if Cheez can beat Wesley Rage.
Sinclair Godfrey: Donzig finds Cheez worthy, and he in fact likes him more than some people at this table.
Torchwood: Is it Fulton?
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“Woke” Wesley Rage stomps out from behind the curtain as his music hits. Nicholas Honest Cage walks out behind him and is trying to hype up the crowd. As Rage marches down the aisle, he points at the fans then to his ears in an attempt to get them to listen to the truth of his theme music. Cage rushes ahead of his brother and holds the ropes open. Rage walks through and holds his arms as Cage claps enthusiastically.
Salazar: And his opponent representing the High Roller’s Club at 215 pounds! Accompanied to the ring by Honest Nic Cage!
This is Woke Wesley Rage!
The fans boo, and Rage holds his arms high as his brother glares at Cheez. Then he looks over at Mormo, and shakes his head. Rage tries to ignore Donzig-gun, and Cage slides from the ring!
Fulton: Look you are throwing Rage off his game!
Sinclair Godfrey: Oh, isn’t that sad.
Tucker: Yes, it must be sad that someone has stolen his MO!
Fulton: How dare you!
Torchwood: Lads! There is a lady present!
The referee calls for the bell, and Rage mockingly calls for a lock up! Cheez shrugs and meets him in the center of the ring, the two fighting back and forth before Cheez is pushed hard into the ropes, and the ref calls for a break. Rage steps back, but lunges across the head of the ref to deliver a hard smack across Cheez’s face.
The ref protests, and Rage whips him across the ring!
DROPKICK!
Torchwood: Rage laying a beating on Cheez in the early going!
Fulton: Of course he is!
Rage grabs Cheez as he starts to rise, locking on a chinlock as he buries a knee in his back. The fans boo, and Cheez grabs for the ropes as Rage tightens the hold! The fans are cheering on Cheez, but Rage digs in his knee as he tightens the hold!
Tucker: Cheez needs to get out of that hold!
Fulton: He should just tap!
Sinclair Godfrey: To a chinlock?
The fans are urging Cheez on, and Rage yanks back again. Then Cheez starts to rise slowly, shaking his head as Cage hits the apron urging his brother on. But Rage breaks the hold, and starts battering quick elbows into Cheez’s lower back! The fans boo, and then he hits a Pumphandle Slam!
Torchwood: Rage showing no mercy!
Rage makes the cover, and the fans jeer as the ref makes the cover!
1….
…..2…
……
…..KICKOUT!
Tucker: Yes!
The fans explode and Cheez is hauled to his feet. Rage batters away at him, and then fires him into the corner! The fans boo, and Rage smirks at them before he delivers the Hammer! Cheez sprawls in a heap, and Rage starts to stomp and kick away at him!
Torchwood: The Sickle!
Fulton: Stay down Cheez!
The fans boo, and Rage drags Cheez from the corner. He looks around angrily, and then he locks on the Revolution! He jerks back on Cheez’s leg, applying pressure to his knee as Cheez is forced to arch backwards!
Cheez shakes his head at the ref, and he claws across the mat as he tries to get to the ropes!
Tucker: Cheez is not giving up! He has too much heart to tap! He is not backing down!
Torchwood: Rage is trying to tear his leg off!
Cheez claws at the ropes, grabbing for it! He misses, and lunges again to narrowly miss! Cage creeps forward, and then draws back with hands up as Mormo steps forward with a roll of his huge shoulders!
Fulton: What was that! That was blatant interference!
Sinclair Godfrey: Fulton.
Cheez grabs the rope, and the fans go wild as Rage tightens the hold! The fans are booing, jeering as Rage jerks back on the leg! The back arches, and he shakes his head as he howls as Rage keeps screaming he has five!
Fulton: Brilliant! Brilliant!
Torchwood: He has five! That is true!
Tucker: Cheez needs to get in this!
Rage breaks the hold, and smirks at the fans as Cheez pulls himself to his feet with a limp. He leans hard on the ropes, and then turns to pull the ropes down as Rage charges in for #RESIST!
Rage topples to the outside, and rises to climb back in! But Cheez hits the running knee, and the fans explode as Rage hangs across the ropes!
DRAPING DDT!
Tucker: CHEEZ!
Fulton: What the fu–
Rage is down, and Cheez makes the cover!
1….
…..2….
……FOOT ON THE ROPES!
The fans boo, and Cheez drags Rage back to his feet!
DO A BARREL ROLL!
Torchwood: Neckbreaker!
Tucker: Cheez needs to capitolize!
The fans in Melbourne are chanting for Cheez, and he starts to climb the turnbuckle. He calls for the Chedda Heada! And Cage runs forward, only to be grabbed around the throat by Mormo! The big man snarls, and flings him into the front row.
Fulton: What was that! What was that!
Sinclair Godfrey: A chokeslam.
Tucker: Cage should mind his business, Fulton!
The fans are going wild as Cheez dives off, hitting the headbutt on Rage! He looks around, and then rolls up Rage for a pin!
1….
….2….
……
……KICKOUT!
Torchwood: Rage barely kicked out!
Tucker: Melbourne is going wild for Cheez!
Cheez hauls himself to his feet, shaking his head before he limps forward. He drags Rage upwards, and looks around the ring before he whips him at the ropes! Rage comes off hard, and cracks his forearm across Cheez’s head!
#RESIST!
Cheez staggers back to his feet, but Rage grabs him with a shake of his head!
FALL OF FASCISM!
Tucker: No! No! Rage on the reverse!
Fulton: Thank god!
COVER!
1…..
…..2…
……THREE!
Salazar: Your winner ‘Woke’ Wesley Rage!
The fans are booing, and Rage smirks as the ref holds his hand high. Then he turns to Sinclair staring at him, before she lifts her title high as she climbs atop the announce table. Her eyes blaze with cold fury, and an evil grin spreads across her face as she looks at him.
Mormo glares up at him from beside the ring, and Rage looks nervous.
Sinclair Godfrey: See you soon!