Legacy 25: Viva Las Vegas

[Mr. Blood]

Legacy 25: Viva Las Vegas
Live from the MGM Grand, Las Vegas, Nevada

As the camera opens, we see “The High Roller” Wesley Crane’s custom plum purple Hummer limo pulling up to the arena. Outside the arena are hundreds of fans who haven’t made it into the building yet. The limo stops and the back door opens. One by one, the High Rollers Club exit and are met with a chorus of boos from the fans. Finally, “The High Roller” Wesley Crane gets out of the limo. The fans all cheer. Wesley grins and lowers his custom made mirrored aviators. They all walk toward the building. The High Rollers Club all get to the doors. They stop and turn around. Wesley Crane is with the fans, taking selfies and signing a few autographs. The High Rollers Club all look at Preston Andre Reese, Wesley’s “right hand man”... he shoots a look at them all. He then looks back at Wesley who is still spending time with his new fans.

Reese: “Yo! We have to get ready.”

Wesley tosses up his right hand.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “I’ll be right there.”

Wesley finishes up with the fans and walks up to the doors. The High Rollers Club, all looking on.

Reese: “Hey, Hollywood, you ready now?”

Wesley adjusts his “WUK World Heavyweight Extreme Championship of the World” and smiles.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “It’s time to go beat Kalmin Watts’s ass and end this once and for all.”

Preston smiles and pats Wesley on the shoulder.

Reese: “There’s the stone cold killer that we love!”

Wesley, looking serious, enters the building with the High Rollers Club as the camera fades.

The fans in Vegas are on their feet, as the white hit crowd cheers as Legacy opens. And then they begin to bow as ‘the void’ by Parkway Drive blasts over the arena. A blast of flames, and the shadowy figures of Donzig-gun appeared on the ramp.

The WUK tag team champions followed in the wake of the Scourge, and Donzig climbed the ropes to glare at the fans. Then he leapt down, handing his mask to Godfrey as Mormo ripped the mic from Salazar to hand it to him.

Donzig sneered.

Donzig: First things first, I am glad the Glucks glucked off to Japan or wherever the Gluck they went! Because the reign of the forever champs was too much for them.

The fans booed.

Tucker: The forever champs? Donzig stole that match!

Fulton: Clean win. I didn’t see anything.

Donzig paced back and forth, a hand lifting.

Donzig: And all of you fucking rabble, the entire pack of you will be on hand to witness the coronation of the greatest WUK Champion of all time!

As I destroy the legacy of the Slams once and for all! And I break the spirit of Bloodied Fox by making him lift my hand in victory, just like my beloved ODS will destroy his pack of chupacabra!

Tucker: They are cryptid!

‘Money’ by Pink Floyd hits, and Donzig pauses. His head tilting before he looks towards the ramp. The fans are going wild as Tony Blood pushes out a wheelchair on which sits Sebastian Blood, owner of the WUK!

Behind them walks Wormwood.

Donzig’s eyes narrow.

Donzig: what is with you people—

Mr. Blood: I hate to interrupt your ranting, but as you can see I am back.

Donzig looked up, face blank.

Donzig: Joy.

Sinclair laughed, and the ODS clearly almost chuckled at the Scourge’s dry remark.

Mr. Blood: I can see you are still confused about what you do here, so let me—

Donzig waved a hand dismissively.

Donzig: What I do is what I want.

The fans cheered despite themselves, and Blood frowned.

Mr. Blood: Oh? And if I ban your precious Donzig-gun from ringside during your match tonight?

Donzig sniffed.

Donzig: As if I need help to beat a Slam or deal with the referee your little troll foisted upon me!

Blood nodded.

Tucker: That is huge news!

Torchwood: Donzig seems amused.

Mr. Blood: As for the forever champs? Oh, I think we’ve done that before! So starting at the Legacy Dallas we will be starting the North American Cup tournament!

Open to any tag team in the XHF! And not only will the winners receive the North American cup? They will be the number one contender to the WUK Tag Team Championship!

Donzig’s eyes narrowed, and his cheek twitched as he walked forward to lean across the ropes. And a hand lifted to point angrily.

Donzig: Bah! The Oblivion Death Squad will enter this tournament and they will put the belts on the line!

The fans exploded, and the ODS stared at Donzig. Sinclair tried to get a word in, but he silenced her with a slash of his hand.

Donzig: A double fucking crown! Because Donzig-gun doesn’t fear Fox’s misfit toys! And they don’t fear any of the fucking rabble in the XHF!

Blood nodded slowly, and shrugged to Wormwood.

Mr. Blood: Good to hear.

Match: ‘Woke’ Wesley Rage vs. Slam 3

WUK Commonwealth Championship Match

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WUK Commonwealth Title!

Entering first, representing the Empire, and accompanied to the ring by the Living Legend David Slam Two! Weighing in 220 pounds, he is David Slam the Third!

The fans boo, jeering as the Slams walk from the back. The older Slam whispering in his son’s ear as Slam 3 glares at the fans. And he nods, drawing back as the challenger lifts his arms in challenge.

Then he rolls inside the ring, pacing back and forth.

Tucker: I can’t stand Slam or his Empire buddies, but he went toe to toe with Donzig in Australia and walked out in one piece!

Torchwood: Slam is a dangerous man!

Salazar adjusts his tie, and continues.

The fans boo, jeering as “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: Entering the ring at this time, he is the WUK Commonwealth Champion! Fighting out of the High Roller’s Club from the Future! Weighing in at 215 pounds, and accompanied by ‘Honest’ Nic Cage! He is WOKE WESLEY RAGE!

The fans jeer as Rage holds up the belt, smirking at the glowering Slam. Then the bell rings, and Slam charges in with fists flying. He batters away at Rage, firing him at the ropes before hitting a dropkick!

Torchwood: Slam coming out of the gate with all guns blazing! He is battering away at Rage!


Fulton: Where is the referee! This is ridiculous!

The fans are clearly not loving Slam, though they are not Rage fans. And Rage comes back to his feet, and is caught by Slam who fires him into the corner. He goes in for the Bronco Buster, and Rage slides away! Slam crashes down, and he stumbles back as Rage comes out of the corner.

Fulton: Here comes the champ!

Rage fires Slam into the corner with a dropkick! And then he starts to stomp and kick away at him!

HAMMER & SICKLE!

Fulton: YES!

The referee tries to drag Rage off, and he yells at him. Arguing and pointings which allows Cage to lean inside, and choke Slam Three! The fans boo, and he draws back as Slam Two comes around the ring with a shout!

Tucker: I can see the referee has his work cut out for him!

Torchwood: The Honest One and the Living Legend don’t seem to have much respect for the rules.

Rage grabs Slam, and drags his eyes across the top rope before he snaps him across the ring! He goes for the clothesline, but Slam Three comes off the ropes with a back elbow! The Champion staggers, and Slam leaps atop the ropes before he comes off with a Hurricarana!

Fulton: Boo!

Cover!

1….

….2….

……KICKOUT!

Slam curses at the ref, shaking his head before he yanks Rage upwards! He locks on the Crossface, and Rage howls as he grabs for the ropes! He narrowly misses, and Slam hauls him towards the middle of the ring!

Torchwood: Slam going for the submission!

Tucker: The Champ in trouble!

Rage nearly grabs the rope, but Slam Two pulls it away from his fingers! Vegas jeers, and he smirks at them as Rage lunges again! But the ref sees it, pointing and yelling as Slam Two draws back! Slam Three is on his feet, yelling at the referee as Rage is on his feet!

ROLL UP!

1….

…..2…

……KICKOUT!

Fulton: Slow count! This is bullshit!

Tucker: Slam is furious!

Slam lunges at Rage, driving a few quick knees into his head before he rises. Then he runs him at the turnbuckle, driving his head into it before he drives a boot into his gut!

SLAM STUNNER!

Torchwood: Everytime one of the Slams uses that move I can hear Donzig’s teeth grinding in rage!

COVER!

1….

……2…

……CAGE PULLS HIS FOOT UNDER THE ROPES!

Fulton: YES! YES!

Tucker: Cage with the save!

The fans are eating it up, and Slam rolls to the outside to point at Cage as he stalks forward. The referee starts a count, and Slam waves him off as his father urges him on as he stalks after the Honest One!

Fulton: You stay away from him!

Torchwood: Cage is in trouble!

Cage keeps backing up, and then he ducks aside as Slam grabs for him! But Rage comes charging through and his forearm cracks hard into Slam’s face!

#RESIST!

Slam Three goes flying across the announce table, and the fans are cheering as Fulton stumbles out of the way.

Tucker: Holy shit!

Slam Two yells, and grabs for Rage but is leveled with PAPA’S GOT A BRAND NEW BAG!

Fulton: No more Slams, daddy.

Tucker: Jesus Christ.

Rage rolls inside, and the ref keeps counting even as Slam staggers to his feet. He comes around the desk, heading for the ring before the bell rings as the ref hits TEN!

Salazar: YOUR WINNER AND STILL CHAMPION! WOKE WESLEY RAGE!


Torchwood: I think this is not going to stop the bad blood between the Empire and the High Rollers, lad.

Tucker: Rage stole a win!

Fulton: Stole? What are you talking about!

Match: Oblivion Death Squad vs. Cryptid Cabal

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! Entering first at 509 pounds, fighting out of Midian! Representing the Night Breed and accompanied by Bloodied Fox! They are Black Phillip and Arvind Shakar! They are the Cryptid Cabal!

The fans cheer as they stomp down the ring, at the bottom of the ramp Fox nods towards the ring. And Black Phillip climbs the stairs, pacing along the ropes before wiping his feet on the apron before ducking through the ropes.

Shakar rolls inside, and climbs the turnbuckle to stare down at the fans with a slow nod. Fox turns at the edge of the ring, frowning up the ramp before he follows them inside.

Torchwood: The Devil Goat, and the Owlman of Cornwall looking to wreak havoc here tonight!

Tucker: I have heard that the WUK Board of Directors has backstage security on standby for this one!

Fulton: Fox looks livid!

Tucker: There is an ocean of bad blood between Bloodied Fox and the Scourge!

The fans fell silent as Salazar stepped away from the glaring Black Phillip as he lifted the mic.

Salazar: And their opponents accompanied by the New God–

Fox ripped the mic from Frank’s hands, and he snarled something before shoving the mic back. Frank looked at the Cryptid Cabal, swallowed before he continued.

Salazar: Accompanied by the Scourge! Representing Donzig-gun at 620 pounds, they are the reigning and defending WUK Tag Team Champions! Mormo! Moloch!

The Oblivion Death Squad!

The fans boo, jeering as the antics of Donzig-gun had erased any good feelings about them finally winning the titles. Flames leapt along the ramp, jetting into the air as they stalked from the back with eyes narrowed on the ring behind their masks.

Donzig follows after them, his face hidden behind the mask as well as his hood. But every line of his body betrayed that he was boiling with rage as he lifted his head to glare at the three in the ring.

The Death Squad stopped at the bottom of the ramp, tearing off their masks before they headed for separate corners to roll inside. They came up, getting in the face of the Cabal as they snarled in Albanian.

Donzig followed climbing the stairs, and he glared at Fox before he climbed the ringpost to mock the fans.

Tucker: This is a powder keg!

Fulton: This match is full of combustible elements, and the main two are not even in the match!

Fox has not taken his eyes off of Donzig who paces back and forth behind the Death Squad. His eyes blazing behind his mask, and the referee tries to keep the two sides apart before Fox nods at his boys. He slides from the ring, and Donzig stares before he climbs back through the ropes.

Torchwood: You can cut the tension with a knife, lads!

Tucker: At least with Fox at ringside, Donzig won’t be able to steal a win in this match like he did at Dominion!

Fulton: What? I have on good authority that was a perfectly clean win! No funny business at all!

Torchwood: Huh.

Black Phillip looks to be starting for the Cabal, and Moloch for the Death Squad. The pair facing off in the center of the ring before Phillip backs up to come off the ropes, and Moloch staggers a step. Then he backs up, and fires off a shoulder off the ropes of his own!

Black Phillip is rocked, but doesn’t budge as the fans cheer. They stare each other down, and then lock up to start pushing back and forth as the fans are eating it up! Phillip soon had Moloch in the corner, and started to fire off knee after knee into his stomach! He pushed aside the ref, and fired Moloch across the ring!

SPINNING SIDE SLAM!

Tucker: Moloch broken in half!

Fulton: Black Phillip wasting no time in trying to put this one away!

COVER!

1….

….2….

……KICKOUT!

The fans boo, and Phillip drags Moloch across the ring to make the tag to Shakar! Fox yells, and the Owlman leaps atop the ringpost as the arena is on it’s feet!

WINGS OF LAKSHMI!

Tucker: Dear God!

Torchwood: Moloch laid out!

COVER!

1….

…..2….

…….

…….MORMO CHARGES ACROSS THE RING AND KICKS SHAKAR OFF!


Fulton: That was a close one!

Black Phillip comes inside, and the two big men start snarling at each other as the ref struggles to keep them apart. Shakar is on his feet, and lunges for Mormo before he is yanked backwards by the battered looking Moloch.


The referee tries to regain control, shouting and pointing as Fox yells at his team. Donzig glares from behind his mask, just watching with pure malice.

Shakar and Moloch trade shots, and then Moloch flings him into the ropes! Clothesline!

Tucker: Moloch trying to fight back into this!

The fans boo, and Moloch grabs Shakar before he batters kicks into the Owlman’s ribs before he snaps him at the ropes once more! SPINEBUSTER! But the big man winces, holding at his ribs before he makes the cover!

1….

….2….

……Shakar kicks out!

Torchwood: Moloch looks like he is feeling this match! That was a sloppy cover from the ODS!


Tucker: He needs to make a tag!

Moloch drags Shakar across the ring, and tags Mormo! And the bigger of the ODS gets in the ring, and he looks down at Shakar before he shakes his head. Then he points at Black Phillip, and the fans explode as the Devil Goat stomps his foot as he extends a hand for the tag!

Fulton: Mormo calling his shot!

Shakar makes the tag, and the fans are going wild.

Torchwood: I am not sure this is the wisest decision!

Tucker: Never underestimate the arrogance of Donzig-gun!

The two meet in the center of the ring, and the referee scrambles out of the way fists started flying! The fans start the ‘boo’ and ‘yay’ chant as Black Phillip and Mormo are trading shots! And Donzig is slamming his hands on the apron, cursing as Fox watches the pair.

And then Mormo fires off a few stiff rights, and hits a thrust kick that rocks Phillip into the ropes! The fans groan, and he runs back before charging in to level Phillip with the BIG BOOT! The Devil Goat knocked sprawling, Mormo goes after him! But Phillip twists, and hammers both boots into his gut to flip him!

Tucker: Black Phillip bringing the fight to monster Mormo!


Fulton: Donzig didn’t like that at all!

Phillip is back on his feet, and charges in to start battering away at the rising Mormo with stiff punches and a few knees to the head. And he let’s out a roar before he grabs Mormo once more, but Mormo rolls behind him!

Kata Ha Jime Plex!

The fans boo, and Fox slams his fists against the apron as Mormo glares at him. Shakar reaches for the tag, and Phillip shakes his masked head as he starts to rise with a growl. Mormo hammers a fist against his chest, and he drops back in the corner with a snarl of his own.

Torchwood: The Devil Goat in no man’s land!

Tucker: SPEAR!

Black Phillip is knocked off his feet again, and Mormo roars before he makes the cover!

1…..

…..2….

……

…….KICKOUT!

The fans explode, and Donzig is on the apron as he started bellowing at the referee from behind his mask. The referee protests, pointing and holding up two fingers as Fox watches intently. Mormo however is back to business, and hauls Phillip upwards before he snaps him at the ropes!

TAG FROM SHAKAR!


Fulton: Blind tag!

Tucker: I don’t think Mormo saw it!

Mormo staggers as he catches Phillip, and looks for a Power Slam! But Shakar leaps onto the top rope, and comes off with a dropkick into the back of his partner! Mormo is knocked off his feet, and Phillip rolls free as the Owlman of Cornwall unloads a flurry of fast punches on the monster of Donzig-gun!

Torchwood: Arvind Shakar, one of the most deadly strikers in Great Britain! Look at this shots!

Tucker: Mormo looking worse for the wear!

But the big man is not finished yet, and staggers to his feet to fire off two massive punches before he flings him at the ropes with a roar!

RECOIL!

The fans explode, and Mormo is knocked off his feet! And Shakar makes the tag as the fans cheer, Fox yells something. And Phillip comes between the ropes, stomping his foot in the corner as he glares at the rising Mormo!

GORE! GORE! GORE!

Tag to Shakar!

Fulton: The Cabal going for the kill!

Phillip climbs the turnbuckle, and sits down before his partner climbs his shoulders. The fans are going wild, and Fox is looking on with approval as The Owlman rises!

MOONCRASH!

COVER!

…..1….

…….

…..2…..

……..Moloch runs inside, and stomps Shakar as the fans boo! The ref is on his feet, yelling as Phillip comes through the ropes once more to start throwing punches at Moloch! The fans are going wild, and Shakar starts after them. But Donzig slides inside to whip Shakar around before he starts throwing shots of his own!

The referee lifts his arm, but the Scourge wastes no time!

STUNNER!

Tucker: All Hell is breaking loose!

Torchwood: Here comes Fox!

Bloodied Fox has seen enough, and he dives inside the ring! And Donzig laughs that terrible laugh as he flings off his mask, and Mormo grabs for Fox! The fans boo as Mormo and Fox start trading blows, and Donzig charges in to help his minion!

Fulton: There are going to be fines!

Fox battles back, firing off shots at Donzig as he escapes Mormo. And the arena is going wild, and then Moloch is flung aside as Black Phillip charges in to join the fray! The ring is in chaos, and then security hits the ring! They are being tossed here and there before finally enough manage to pry Black Phillip and Mormo apart!

It takes even more to separate Fox and Donzig, the latter trying to leap clear as he snarls and rants. And then the referees hit the ring along with WUK authorities, who suffer a few shots of their own!

Mr. Blood: ENOUGH! ENOUGH!


The owner of WUK is on the ramp with his nephew pushing the wheel chair, and Wormwood at his side. He glares at the ring, clearly amazed as the two sides are still trying to get at each other. Fox is the only one looking remotely calm as he strains against the guards.

Donzig is being held in the corner with a man on each arm, and his feet off the ground as he snaps and snarls like a beast.

Blood shakes his head, lifting a hand.

Mr. Blood: You all want to kill each other? That’s fine! Next Legacy live from Dallas, Texas! It will a Texas Steet Fight between the Nightbreed and Donzig-gun!

The fans in Sin City are on their feet, and Fox nods with a savage grin. Donzig laughs once more, and flings aside the guards holding him as he slides from the ring. Mormo tosses him his mask, following as Fox and the Cabal watch from the ring.

Tucker: Massive announcement from Mister Blood! A Texas Street Fight!

Fulton: And don’t forget that Fox is the referee for Donzig’s World Title match against KVZ here tonight! This one is going to be a war!

[Mr. Blood]

In the back, Watts is leaning against the wall not far off is Archie Rude. He looks to be checking his notes, and then Drake stomps into view. He shoves the camera man aside, pointing down the hall.

Slam III grabs Rude, pushing him away as the man starts to protest. Slam glares at Watts, before his father pulled him back. Drake scowled, and came closer before he forced a smile.

Drake: You and I have a common enemy. I can help you beat Crane.

Watts frowned.

Drake gestured, fingers flicking as he motioned to the Slams.

Drake: The Empire we are ready to take this shit over, mate. And you can be a big part of that! Think of you with us! Come on, mate!

Kalmin Watts: Drake, you might be the enemy of my enemy, but that doesn’t mean we’re friends! I made it to the top of WUK without you, and I don’t need you now.

Watts looks at the Slams.

Kalmin Watts: You two think this guy is your friend? You think he’ll look after you? You guys are blunt tools to give Drake what he wants. Things might seem okay right now, but wait until you get hurt or fail him, you’ll be discarded. Remember that the Empire can only have one emperor.

(Psychotic Goth and Vampira appear on the tron as the ringsiders roar and chant his name.)

Vampira: "Tonight Lord Dominicus you and my husband, Psychotic Goth, shall compete for the opportunity to face Kasper Van Zandt or the winner of her title defense. Who is going to win but my husband 'The Dragon of Wrestle: UK."

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight is my night of destiny. Tonight is when I shall not be forgotten by anyone including Kasper Van Zandt and or her opponent if I become the top contender."

(He roars as does the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight I face one of my toughest opponents to date. Tonight I face Lord Dominicus for the opportunity to face the Wrestle: UK World Heavyweight Championship. A championship that I was deprived of and a championship that shall never elude me ever again."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight I face Lord Dominicus for that opportunity. I face the longest reigning XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion in the whole network's history. I respect him and his accomplishments and I know we are going to have a good match. I know we shall be the highlight of the whole card and I know everyone shall be cheering us both oh great Lord of the Dark Dimension."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Imagine you open a portal and we both go through it and reappear anywhere in the arena or somewhere in the desert or in Wesley Crane's Casino or even more funnier. We land in Wesley Crane's suite where he's entertaining Katie Moss ruining his evening."

(Psychotic Goth laughs sadistically as does the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "Imagine you could have gone anywhere in the XHF but you chose Wrestle: UK where the real action is. Where my previous home existed, but I remained here quite loyally while the previous roster fled or disappeared never to be heard from again."

(He bellows in an ancient dialect as does the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "I know your commitment in Wrestle: UK is serious and true and that I respect you for it. All the other newcomers will probably leave and never to be seen again and never to be heard from again. Lord Dominicus I know you shall be staying forever and I respect that in a wrestler."

(Psychotic Goth roars as does the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "It's like I said also if we have to team up to face anyone who interferes in our match. Then so be it. I shall be more than willing to team with you to deal with any idiots who interfere in our match. I am always willing to deal with anyone who interferes with my business in the ring just like you would too."

(He caresses his purple velvet bag lovingly.)

Psychotic Goth: "Of course I can use this gift I made for you on whoever interferes in our match. At least my gift won't go totally wasted and won't have to worry about not enjoying itself and not be useful during the match."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight Lord Dominicus we shall see who the top contender really is and tonight one of us shall be facing Kasper Van Zandt or whoever is the champion after tonight. Who shall it be Lord Dominicus? Shall it be me or shall it be you? I vow it shall be me. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make my words come true."

(Psychotic Goth roars as the tron fades to black.)

Match: ‘The High Roller’ Wesley Crane vs. Kalmin Watts

Submissions Only WUK Extreme Championship

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WUK Extreme Championship! It is a submissions only match! Entering first at 260 pounds from Tulsa, Oklahoma! He is Kalmin Watts!


Twenties hits. Kalmin Watts walks out from behind the curtain raising his arms.Watts interacts and slaps hands with fans. 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 looking up the ramp with a frown.

Fulton: Watts has to be out of his mind to take on a master of submissions like Wesley Crane!

Tucker: Here we go!

Fulton: Watts knows it, that is why he was trying to get help from Drake and the Empire!

Tucker: What? That is not what I heard at all!

The fans are cheering, and Salazar continues.

Salazar: Fighting out of Syracuse, New York at 223 pounds! He is the reigning and defending WUK Extreme Champion! He is the man they call the High Roller! This is WESLEY CRANE!

The fans give a mixed pop as the lights go purple and start to pulse as the High Roller makes his way down to the ring. He nods up at Watts, smirking.

The lights go back to normal and out steps “The High Roller” Wesley Crane to a mixed reaction from the fans. He stands on the stage and looks around at everyone. He lowers his aviator sunglasses and gives everyone a cocky grin. He 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.

Fulton: This man is a hero! This man is coming down here alone despite knowing that Watts is trying to recruit men to take him out!

Tucker: Would you stop!

Fulton: We all saw what Watts was doing!

The fans cheer as the belt rings as the pair face off in the middle of the ring, and the fists start flying with Watts battering Crane into the ropes. The ref calls for a break, and Watts backs off as Crane comes back out! He comes in fists swinging, but Watts rolls behind him!

SUPLEX!

The fans cheer, and Watts grabs Crane as he rises to fling him towards the corner! But Crane reverses, and Watts sprawls in the corner!

EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! AND ANOTHER! AND A THIRD!

Torchwood: Crane looking to do damage in the early going! He needs to wear Watts down!

Tucker: Crane going for to the well for a fourth!

And Crane comes charging in, and Watts moves out of the way! SIDE BELLY TO BELLY! Crane staggers to his feet, shaking his head only to be leveled with a lariat as he turns! Watts grabs him to lock on the Fujiawara Armbar! Crane shakes his head, and pulls himself towards the ropes as Watts hauls backwards!

Fulton: Don’t you do it, Sir Arthur!


Torchwood: Watts looking to do some damage to Crane’s arms!

Fulton: Son of a bitch!

Crane grabs the ropes, and Watts breaks as the ref calls for it! Crane pulls himself upwards, and he is yanked away from the ropes as Watts locks on the bear hug! Crane struggles to get free, flailing for the ropes as Watts tightens the hold! The fans are eating it up, and Crane shakes his head at the ref as he twists to fire a few quick punches into the face of Watts! The hold is broken, and Crane hits the jawbreaker!

Tucker: Crane narrowly escaped that one!


Torchwood: Crane needs to keep distance from the bigger man!

Crane grabs Watts before he can recover, hitting the Double Arm DDT! And then he locks on the Dragon Sleeper! He yanks back on Watts, forcing him to arch as he tightened his grip! Watts grabs for the ropes, missing before he tries to shift away! His foot missing the ropes, and the fans groan as Crane keeps him locked in place!

Fulton: Crane locking on the Dragon Sleeper bequeathed to him by the Japanese Legend the Golden Dragon!

Tucker: The Golden Dragon? Are you high? Crane is–

Fulton: – the greatest champion in WUK!

Torchwood: Watts looks to be fading!

The fans are cheering for Watts, and he grabs for the rope with his foot! He misses, and then he starts to push backwards as he forces himself to rise! Crane tightens the hold, but Watts twists to shove him back!

STOMACH CLAW SPINEBUSTER!

Fulton: NO! NO! NO!

Tucker: Maybe Golden Dragon didn’t show him everything!

Fulton: How dare you!

SOONER SQUEEZE!

Crane grits his teeth, shaking his head as Watts tightens his legs around his ribs! And Crane twists, trying to get to the ropes! The fans are going wild, and Crane drags himself around before he manages to get a boot on the rope! Watts breaks, and Crane holds his ribs as he comes to his feet! Watts comes running in, but Crane hits the HRKO!

Tucker: I don’t believe it!

Torchwood: Both men are down! Crane holding at his ribs as he tries to rise, and the fans in Vegas are going wild!

And then they begin to boo as out of the back walk Slam 3 and Drake. The two heading down to the ring, laughing at the ref as they circle slowly. Slam mocking the fans as Drake glares hatefully at Crane, who glares back as he struggles to rise.

Watts is on his feet as well, and the pair start trading blows! Watts fires Crane into the ropes, and Crane dodges the Oklahoma Hammer only to hit the spear on the rebound! Crane spreads his arms wide, and starts towards the downed Watts! Slam Three is on the apron, and starts arguing with the ref!

Crane starts towards them, but is yanked around by Drake who levels him with a stiff chair across the head! The fans boo, and Drake tosses the chair as he jumps back down as he shakes his head at the ref!

Fulton: I told you! I told you! This is a conspiracy!

Watts meanwhile is on his feet, shaking his head before he looks at Drake before he pushes the referee aside. He starts to argue with Drake, and Drake yells back even as Slam Three tries to reign in the hot headed leader of the Empire.

Watts shoves Drake, and Drake fires back delivering a hard blow that drives into the face of the referee! Watts wastes no time, knocking Slam from the ring!

Tucker: Watts has seen enough! He doesn’t want the help of a man like Drake!

Fulton: I never said he was smart!

The fans are booing as Slam Two runs down the ramp, but Drake reverses the whip from Watts to deliver the CLAYMORE on the rebound! Watts is down, and the Empty Hand glares at him before he yanks him to his feet!

REIGNMAKER!

Torchwood: Watts broken in half! Watts is out cold!

Tucker: NO! This is ridiculous!

Slam drags Drake from the ring, trying to calm him down. The referee is starting to stir, and Crane still looking dazed manages to drag himself over to Watts to lock on the Dragon Sleeper! The ref stares at Watts, and lifts his arm which falls limply!

ONCE!

TWICE!

Tucker: Watts is out cold! No!

Fulton: The Golden Dragon would so proud!

THREE!

The bell rings, and Crane stares at Watts in confusion before he starts to rise. And then he is chopblocked by Slam Three, who starts battering away at his back and neck! The fans boo, jeering as Drake slides inside to laugh as he grabs the rising Watts to fire him at the ropes!


LARIAT!


Drake turns to Slam, and motions for Crane! And the fans are booing as Watts starts to rise again, and Slam grabs him as the two start to brawl. Slam Two climbs inside with chair, and Drake calls for the Second Impact!

Fulton: NO! NO! Crane will be destroyed!

The fans are booing, and Drake slashes a thumb across his throat as both Slams are trying to hold back Watts.

Tucker: The Empire is taking no prisoners here in Vegas!


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Vegas explodes as the one and only Eron Hunter comes charging down the ramp, he rolls inside and starts throwing punches at Drake before he fires him into the ropes!

DROPKICK!

Slam Three comes charging in, and gets hit with the RISING STAR SUPLEX!

Torchwood: Eron Hunter! The most decorated superstar in WUK has seen enough!

Tucker: Hunter making the save for his old rivals here in Vegas!

Drake is back on his feet, and grabs for Hunter before he is spun around to hit with a massive suplex from Watts! The fans explode, and Slam Two is sent flying from the ring by IN DA FACE!

Drake staggers to his feet, and leans on the ropes before Hunter comes charging forward to send him flying from the ring with a WHITE TIGER LARIAT!

Watts leans on the ropes, nodding before he shakes hands with Hunter. Hunter smiles, and shakes his back before he turns to check on the battered Crane. Crane offers him a fist bump, and they glare at the Empire as they head up the ramp. Slam Two holding his neck, and Slam Three keeping a grip on Drake’s arm.

Watts calls them back to the ring, and we cut to commercial.

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Psychotic Goth vs. Lord Dominicus

Number One Contender to the WUK Heavyweight Championship

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

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

The fans give a mixed pop for one of the living legends of the WUK. Goth meanwhile paces back and forth, glaring towards the back.

Torchwood: Goth looking ready for a fight as always!


Fulton: I hope Goth kicks the shit out of that bastard!

The metal cover of Sim City's "Metropolis" theme starts banging away as THE DARK LORD OF THE XHF NETWORK, Lord Dominicus makes his way out onto the ramp. Behind him the screen shows pictures of him rolling up other superstars and driving the DominiCruiser. He gestures to his GRAND VICTORIES on display before strutting down to the ring.


Salazar: And his opponent weighing in at 180 pounds from Parts Unknown! He is the Vantablack Savior! He is the REAL Lord Dominicus!

Dominicus climbs in the ring, watching Goth as he waves to the fans. Vegas of course, cheering for LD! And then Salazar nods to Eric Praline before he lifts the mic.

Salazar: This match is for the Number One Contendership of the WUK Heavyweight Championshop! And the winner will face the Champion at Legacy 26 from Dallas!

The fans cheer, and Salazar lives the ring. Praline calls for the bell and the pair face off before Goth starts throwing punches! Dominicus fires back, and the fans are going wild before LD snaps Goth at the ropes! Goth counters, and Dominicus comes off the ropes but Goth ducks aside!

Torchwood: These two know each other very well!

Goth runs to the ropes, and bounces off them! They run back and forth, before Goth stops to fire off a clothesline! LD ducks under, and hits the ropes once more!

DEMON’S INVERT!

Tucker: LD quick to capitalize!

COVER!

1…

…..2…..

…….KICKOUT!

The fans groan, and Dominicus grabs for Goth to apply the inverted facelock! Goth shakes his head, and crawls for the ropes! He snags it, and LD breaks at the four! Goth rises, and Dominicus grabs for him! But Goth dodges aside, and hammers a forearm into his back before he scoops him up!

SNAKE EYES!


Fulton: Take that! I hope he broke his stupid face!

Torchwood: LD looks dazed!

Russian Legsweep into a pin!

1…

…..2….

……LD GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Tucker: LD and Goth putting on a clinic here in Vegas!

Torchwood: These are two of the biggest names in the XHF waging war for the richest prize in WUK!

Goth curses at Praline, shaking his head as he drags LD to his feet. He locks on the Tazzmission, and the fans boo! LD flails, grabbing for the ropes as he comes up short, and Goth wraps his legs around him! The hold tightened, and Praline checks on LD who shakes his head as he grabs once more at the ropes!


Fulton: Just tap out! Just tap!


Tucker: You’re ridiculous!

Fulton: I don’t drink the Vantablack kool aid!

The fans are booing, and then LD pushes back hard! Goth’s shoulders hit the mat, and he rolls one up! Then LD pushes again, and the ref goes for the count!

1….

…Goth rolls! LD moves back!

1…..

……Goth breaks the hold! LD is on his feet, and hits the ropes!

SHINING WIZARD!

Goth rolls to the outside, the fans jeer. Dominicus is on his feet, glaring at Goth who shakes his head as he ignores the count! LD shoves Praline aside, and leaps to the top rope before he comes off with a standing shooting star press! The fans explode as both men are down, and Vegas is on their feet as Praline gapes before he starts to count!

….1….2…..3….

LD is up first, and he stomps away at Goth before he drags him to his feet. He rolls inside, breaking the count before he goes back outside to start battering away at Goth again. Then he grabs him running Goth at the ringpost! Goth cracks into it, his head busted open as the fans cheered.

Fulton: Where is the referee!

LD breaks the count once more, and then turns his wrath back to Goth. But the King of all Goths drove a stiff kick into his stomach, and bounced his head against the stairs a few times before he flung LD inside. Hi head hung across the apron, and Goth dropped an elbow on it!

Torchwood: Goth is furious!

The fans are going wild as Goth climbs the ropes, and he crouches down to wait for Dominicus to rise! LD drags himself to his feet, and turns!

DEMON STRIKE!

Tucker: Goth turning this match around!

Torchwood: The fans are furious!

Lord Dominicus is down, and Goth rolls to his feet before he drags LD to his feet. He delivers a few thunderous chops, and smirks before he scoops LD up to run at the corners for another Snake Eyes!

Torchwood: Goth looking to set up the Purgatory Plunge!

Fulton: So much for our savior!

The fans are booing, and then LD slips free to shove Goth hard into the corner. He then leaps hitting the ropes, before he hooks Goth’s head as he staggers from the corner!

THE DARKNESS!

Tucker: COUNTER!

Fulton: NO! NO!


COVER!

1….

…..2….

……


……THREE!


Salazar: Your winner and number one contender: THE REAL LORD DOMINICUS!

Torchwood: What a match!

Match: Cheez vs. Esmur

XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship! Entering first from Madison, Wisconsin at 185 pounds! Representing Wrestle:UK, he is the challenger! THIS IS CHEEZ!

The fans cheer, though the curtain at the top of the ramp stirs slightly. Cheez peers out, then ducks back inside as the Vegas crowd cheers louder. And then he pops from the back, and nods as he waves to the fans.

He tugs on his polo, heading for the ring as he high fives the approving fans.

Fulton: Who did this?

Tucker: Would you stop!

Torchwood: Cheez one of the most underrated competitors here in WUK!

Salazar: And his opponent fighting out of St. Louis, Missouri at 205 pounds! Representing the Nihilists, he is the reigning and defending XHF JHW Champion! This is ESMUR!

The fans jeer, booing the Champion as the arena dims down to pitch blackness. Two male voices are heard saying, “EMBRACE … ETERNITY” The new video package for the reborn Nihilists plays on the PaddingTron. "Saviour of Nothing" by Disturbed begins to play and a single light brown spotlight illuminates the stage. Stepping into the brown spotlight walks Esmur complete with his luchador mask. He steps up and stares into the ring before looking out at the Fireside faithful. He is wearing a robe that is adorned with religious iconography from pretty much every religion, the symbols are all drawn on fire for emphasis. He pulls his robe off into his arms and tosses it at his feet as a column of red light illuminates it. This reveals his JHW Championship belt which he pats as he begins to move. Finally he pulls off his mask revealing his face and his trim brown hair and goatee. Esmur rolls into the center of the ring and the spotlight illuminates his tights which are long and dirt brown. On the right leg is the Fireside name and a flame decal. On the left leg down the side reads Embrace and Eternity in two columns. His name adorns the seat of the pants. The song and lights fade back to normal as he hands the timekeeper his JHW Championship belt.

Fulton: So someone thinks Cheez is going to beat this guy?

Tucker: Would you stop! I am sorry this is not Wes Crane for you!

The pair face off, and WUK senior official Eric Praline called for the bell! Esmur leapt right at Cheez, firing off hard kicks at his ribs and legs! The fans boo, and he rocks Cheez into the ropes before he starts hammering away at him before Praline drags him off. Esmur shrugs the official aside, and rips Cheez away from the ropes!

Torchwood: Esmur bringing the fight right to Cheez!

Fulton: No doubt.

Abdominal stretch! The fans jeer as Cheez struggles for the ropes, and Esmur drives a few stiff shots into his ribs before tightening the hold once more! The fans are furious, and Cheez finally manages to snag the rope with a boot!

Praline start to count, and Esmur ignores him until he gets to five!


He flings Cheez aside, and stalking back and forth as he watches Cheez rise.

Tucker: The champion is showing no mercy to Cheez!

Torchwood: Cheez is getting back to his feet!

Esmur waits, and then runs in to hit the FADE OUT! Cheez sprawls, and Esmur grab him to roll him over for the cover!

Fulton: That was short!

1….

…..2….

……..Thhhhhh……KICKOUT!

Tucker: How?

The fans cheer, and Esmur glares at the referee before he grabs Cheez’s arm to start to drag him upwards! But Cheez twists, and flips him to the mat before he locks on an armbar! Esmur twists, grabbing for the rope!

Cheez breaks, and comes to his feet as the fans cheer! Esmur rises, and Cheez comes off the rope with the MORPH BOMB!

COVER!

1….

….2….

……KICKOUT!

Torchwood: Cheez trying to get rolling here in Vegas!

Tucker: Esmur looks stunned!

Esmur was back on his feet, and looked stunned as Cheez dropped back a few steps before he let out a yell. His arms moved quickly, and then he lifted on one foot with the other in the air before he lunged forward with a martial arts kick!

BUT ESMUR GRABS HIS FOOT, DRAGONSCREW!

Cheez rolls around, grabbing at his leg as Esmur grabs him with a snarl.

SHATTERSCAPE!

Fulton: Cheez back in trouble! He should tap!

Tucker: Cheez is not going to tap!

Cheez is clearly in a world of hurt, yelling as he tries to get free. He twists, and grabs for the ropes as Esmur tightens the hold! And he shakes his head at the ref as he claws at the mat trying not tap!

And then he grabs for the ropes, missing once, twice! GRABBING IT ON THREE!

Torchwood: Esmur holding on for the five count!
Tucker: Cheez could be hurt!


Cheez is indeed, limping as he pulls himself up the ropes. Shaking his head at the referee as he takes a few limping steps before Esmur is on him again. He is battering kicks into the wounded leg, and grabs Cheez to run him at the corner!

Cheez fires back, and Esmur is driven into the turnbuckle a few times! The fans explode, and Esmur looks dazed as Cheez runs backwards still favoring his leg before he runs forward!


Kamikaze Squirrel!

The fans explode, and Esmur drops from the corner to sprawl on the mat. Cheez grabs at his leg, glaring at the ropes before he shakes his head. And he starts to drag himself upwards, limping as he climbs the ringpost!

Torchwood: Cheez wasted alot of time climbing the ropes!

Fulton: He wants to put the champion away!

CHEDDA HEADA!

But Esmur rolls away, and Cheez crashes down!

The fans boo, and Cheez staggers to his feet with a hand pressed to his leg. And Esmur drops back, and then comes flying from the other corner!

CLARITY!

Cheez drops, and Esmur rolls him up!

1…..

……2….

…….THREE!


Salazar: Your winner and STILL XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion ESMUR!

Tucker: Cheez brought the fight to the Champion here in Vegas!

Torchwood: That he did, lad!

Esmur slides from the ring, grabbing his title which he holds high as he gives a slow nod to the slowly stirring Cheez who pulls himself into the corner!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Kasper Van Zant vs. Donzig
Special Guest Referee: Bloodied Fox
WUK Heavyweight Championship

The fans were ready for this one, and Las Vegas was on its feet as Salazar climbed in the ring. He lifted the card, and looked around nervously.

Salazar: The following contest is your main event! And is for the WUK Heavyweight Championship! Entering first, he is the special guest referee! This is Bloodied Fox!

"You have chosen The Lament Configuration..."

The arena lights turn to a deep red as No One Will Save You begins to pulse from the speakers. The crowd seem unsure as to how to react as Bloodied Fox steps out from behind the curtain, the atmosphere tense with bated breath.

I hear music in the air tonight;
One familiar fading tune.
Something pulls at my infected soul.
I think I remember you...

His slow, reactionless, walk down the ramp done, Fox rolls into the ring. Moving with no urgency, as thought saving every scrap of energy for the fight to come, he mounts the turnbuckle and looks out over the audience with an inscrutable gaze.

I burned your world away,
Devoured by my conviction.
I left you home afraid,
While Mother's ventured out.
Don't cry when lanterns fade;
Soon we'll be awakened.
But it breaks my heart to say
No one will save you now...

Having apparently seen whatever he sought, Fox jumps back down into the ring, removing hat and coat in preparation.

Tucker: Can Fox stay impartial in this match? Especially after what happened earlier tonight?

Fulton: Absolutely not! Fox is going to screw Donzig over!

Torchwood: I disagree! A wrestler of the caliber of Bloodied Fox has too much respect for this sport to let that get in the way of title match!

Frank nodded at the angry Fox, and he lifted the mic.

Salazar: Entering first the challenger! Fighting out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania at 210 pounds! He is the man known as the Scourge! This is Donzig!

The fans booed, jeering as flames leapt along the ramp as the Scourge swept from the back. Donzig was in a foul mood it seemed, his coat snapping and swirling around them as he stalked black and forth. Then he flung back his hood, and headed down the ramp.

He climbed the stairs, and glared at Fox before he climbed the ropes to glare down from the ringpost. He slowly pulled off his mask, and flung his coat aside before he jumped down. He got in Fox’s face, talking trash before he stepped back with a snarl at Frank before he leaned in the corner.

Torchwood: Donzig needs to be careful he doesn’t get DQ’d.

Tucker: I expect Fox is going to show alot of latitude in this one!

Salazar: And entering the ring at this time, fighting out of Cedar Swamp at 200 pounds! She is the reigning and defending WUK Heavyweight Champion! She is KASPER VAN ZANT!

The guitar rift of 'Parsonz Curse' by Royal Thunder builds up as a shower of sparks fall across the entrance ramp, the camera follows a hooded Kasper Van Zant from her locker room, the WUK WorldHeavyweight title around her shoulders.

'I'm not gonna let it burn!
I'm not gonna let you see!
Fear is what you want!
Coming over me!'

She blows past the camera man who follows her through the shower of sparks, Kasper bounces under the raining sparks bringing the title from her shoulder as she takes off down the ramp as fireworks launch staggering her path down the ramp before she dives under the bottom rope sliding into the center holding a rebel scum smirk the title held above her head. Jumping back to her feet she pulls the hoodie off and tosses it to someone in the front, she stands in her corner tracing the facing of the title seductively!

Fulton: Donzig doesn’t look impressed!

The fans were going wild as Kasper handed off the belt, and Fox kept a close watch on Donzig as he walked across the ring. He called for the bell, and Donzig was on Kasper with punch after punch! He was battering away at the champ in a fury, and he drives her into the ropes before he shoves her into the corner.

Tucker: KVZ needs to weather this in the early going!

Torchwood: The Scourge in a rage here tonight!

Donzig climbs the ropes, and grabs Kasper by the head before he bites at her eyebrow! Shaking his head, growling and snarling before he was dragged back by Fox! He snapped his teeth at him, glaring before Kasper came out of the corner with a shake of her head.

She was firing off punches of her own now, and whipped Donzig at the ropes! But the Scourge reversed, and hit a facebreaker across his knee! Kasper was down, shaking her head as she crawled back from the challenger. He went after her with a curse, grabbing her by the hair before he yanked her upwards.

He flung her into the corner, and he dropped back. Then he ran in, catching her with a knee to the ribs before he stalked backwards before he ran in for another! The fans booed, and Donzig stalked back and forth before he spread his arms mockingly wide!

Fulton: Kasper wasn’t ready for the level of fight Donzig is bringing in the opening of this match!

Torchwood: KVZ needs to get back in this!

The champion staggers from the corner, shaking her head before Donzig comes back in. His eyes wild as he cursed at Fox who warned him about staying on the ropes! And Kasper used the distraction to crack her forehead into the face of the Scourge. Donzig stumbled back, and Kasper came off the ropes with a clothesline!

Las Vegas cheered, and she grabbed Donzig to fling him into the corner. And she charges in for a few quick elbows, and then grabs him to fire him at the ropes!

SPINEBUSTER!

Tucker: The Champ firing back!

Fulton: Donzig is rocked!

Kasper glares at Donzig as he starts to sit up, and she comes off the ropes! Delivering a brutal kick across his back, he drops forward and starts to rise! But Kasper yanks him upwards, hitting an Exploder Suplex!

Torchwood: Kasper needs to keep the pressure on Donzig if she wants to win this one!

Kasper with the cover!


1….

….2….

…….KICKOUT

The fans boo, and Donzig laughs.

Fulton: That looked like a fast count to me!

Tucker: Would you stop!

Kasper exchanges a confused look with Fox, and Donzig keeps laughing as he starts to rise. And she shrugs, before he gives her an understanding nod. After all, he knew all about Donzig’s indifference to pain.


Kasper grabs Donzig, and delivers a German! And then another! And then a third!

The fans are going wild, and Kasper rolls him up!

1….

2….

……KICKOUT!

Torchwood: Kasper can't believe it!

Kasper holds up her fingers at Fox, who yells two! And she grabs Donzig once more, and drags him to his feet. She goes for a suplex, but is blocked! She tries again, and Donzig blocks once more! And then as she goes for three, he twists and drops behind her for a reverse DDT! The fans groan, and Donzig leans on the ropes as he tilts his head.

Then he spins around, and motions for Kasper to rise!

Tucker: Kasper stay down!

Donzig charges in, battering Kasper in the face with a knee! She sags back down, and Donzig shakes his head before he grabs her leg! And he stomps down on her knee, once, twice, and again! The fans are not happy, and that just seems to urge him on!

Fulton: He’s getting that crazy look in his eyes!

Tucker: Donzig needs to remain calm or Fox will throw this one out!

Donzig on a rampage, delivers a few hard stomps to Kasper’s back! And then locks on the single leg Boston Crab! He leans back hard, twisting her leg as Kasper shakes her head at Fox as she claws towards the rope! Donzig drags her back, bending back once more!

Torchwood: Kasper needs to get out of this!

Tucker: The champ in trouble!

Kasper shoves herself forward, clawing for the ropes! And she grabs the bottom one, and the fans cheer as Donzig tries to rip her off! Fox calls for the break, and Donzig snarls at him. Fox starts to count, and then shakes his head before he shoved Donzig aside!


Fulton: Donzig has till five!

Tucker: I think Bloodied Fox has seen Donzig’s liberal version of a five count before!

Donzig gets in Fox’s face, yelling and pointing as Fox fires back. Las Vegas urging the pair to fight as Kasper pulls herself up the ropes! She grabs Donzig, and jerks him backwards before firing him at the ropes!

But Donzig comes off with the reverse, and hits the Lou Thesz Press!

Torchwood: Kasper needs to stick to her high power offense, you can’t brawl with a man like Donzig!

Donzig is on his feet, snarling and spitting at Fox before he drags Kasper upwards. And he flings her between the ropes to send her crashing to the outside! Then he drops back, glaring at her as she pulls herself upwards with a shake of her head.

DRAPING DDT!

COVER!

Fox takes a moment to get into position, and Donzig glares at him!

1….

…..2….

……Foot on the rope!

The fans explode, and Donzig curses as he rolls to his feet. He pulls Kasper upwards, and delivers a short arm clothesline! Kasper drops, and Donzig climbs the ringpost before he points down at her with an evil smile!

Tucker: Kasper is in peril!

Donzig leaps off, elbow aimed at Kasper! But KVZ rolls aside, and Donzig crashed down on empty air! He staggers to his feet, holding his arm as he shakes his head. Kasper grabs him, and hits a side suplex!

Fulton: This is a war in Vegas!

Torchwood: Kasper tries to shake it off as she drops back to the corner!

LOUISIANA CRASH!

Tucker: YES!

Torchwood: It looks like Kasper may have hurt her knee on that one, lads! She was already moving slow after the Boston Crab!

COVER!

1….

……2….

…….KICKOUT!

The fans groan, and Kasper hits the mat in frustration as she grabs for Donzig again!

SICILIAN CLAW!

Tucker: NO! NO!

Fulton: Kasper in trouble!

Donzig’s hand tightens on her face, fingers digging in as he squeezes hard. He rises, and Kasper arches backwards as she grabs for the ropes as he pushes her down. His eyes blazing as he stiffens his arm as he presses her back. Kasper grabs for the ropes again, shaking her head before her fingers hook the bottom!

Fox doesn’t even wait, and kicks Donzig’s arm! The Scourge is on his feet at once, screaming and cursing at his archenemy! And Fox smirks, clearly baiting him onward as Kasper rubs at her jaw as she rises.

ROLL UP!

Donzig kicks out, and whirls around to level Kasper with a knee!

REAPER’S TOUCH!

The fans boo, and Donzig laughs wildly as he shakes his head as he climbs to his feet. He looks around, and then runs at the ropes!

MIDDLE ROPE LIONSAULT!

COVER!

Torchwood: This could be over!

1…

……

….2…..

……Donzig breaks the cover, lifting Kasper as he shakes his head at the frowning Fox.

Fulton: Vintage Donzig!

Tucker: Donzig has to Donzig.

The fans are going wild as Donzig climbs to his feet, and he mocks Fox as he talks trash. He points and curses, ranting before he turns his attention back to Kasper. And he hits a chop block on her wounded knee, and she drops before he drags her across the ring before he starts stomping away at her leg!

Torchwood: Donzig going after that injured knee!

The fans are furious, and Donzig flings aside Kasper as he mocks them with his arms spread wide. He yells at them, laughing before he leans across the ropes to curse at the first row before he turns around to watch Kasper struggle to her feet.

Donzig comes in with the high knee, but Kasper ducks aside! Donzig comes off the ropes, and Kasper levels him with a powerslam! Donzig arches from the mat, shaking his head as Kasper drops back into the corner waiting for him to rise!

Tucker: Donzig’s hubris once again costing him this match!

Fulton: KVZ looking for the kill!


Kasper motions for Donzig to get up, and he rises with a shake of his head. Then Kasper charges forward, limping slightly which gives Donzig time to fling Fox in her path!

SPEAR!

Torchwood: KVZ has taken out the referee!


Tucker: Goddammit!

Fox is out, and Kasper stares at him stunned before she starts to rise!

EVENT HORIZON!

Las Vegas explodes, booing and jeering as Kasper sprawls beside Fox as Donzig stares down at her with a lick of his lips. And then he rolls outside, and grabs a steel chair from the front row with a few curses at the fans. He slams it against the floor, and then rolls inside before he cracks it across the back of the slowly rising KVZ!

Then he cracks her again across her head! Blood flows as Kasper sags to a knee, and he sneers before he lifts it once more!

Kasper grabs it, yanking it from his hands before she fires off a shot of her own! Donzig staggers while KVZ lines up another shot! And then Fox rips the chair from her hands as he shakes his head before flinging it aside as the pair exchange words! Kasper turns back to Donzig, and is caught with a kick to the stomach!


25:17!

Tucker: No! No!

Fulton: KVZ is broken in half!

Kasper is bleeding and out cold as Fox lifts the chair, and points at Kasper before he starts in at Donzig. The Scourge fires back, and the pair are clearly on the edge of another brawl as Fox flings the chair aside! Donzig flips off Fox, and then runs at the ropes!

LIONSAULT!

BUT KASPER’S KNEES COME UP!

Donzig crashes down on the mat, grabbing at his ribs as he rolls around in shock. Kasper holds her knees, shaking her head as she hits the mat before pulling herself up the ropes with an angry glare at the watching Fox. Blood runs from her face, and she wipes a hand across it before she leans hard on the ropes.

Torchwood: The Champion’s knee has taken alot of damage!

Fulton: Donzig looks furious!

JAWCLACKER!

Vegas is on their feet as Donzig sprawls in a heap, and Kasper grabs at her leg. She drags herself towards the ropes, shaking her head before she pulls herself upwards. A limp, and she grabs Donzig as he starts to rise with a stumble!

Tucker: Kasper looking for Disassociation!


Donzig slips free, and shoves Kasper into Fox! They both tumble,and the Scourge shakes his head as he stalks back and forth as the fans are booing. Kasper starts to rise, and Donzig grabs the chair to crack it across her head like a battle axe, legs first!


Kasper drops as Donzig flings the chair aside, and Fox drags himself up the ropes with a look like he knows he missed something. But Donzig is on Kasper, stomping away before he grabs her legs!

PENNSYLVANIA CLOVERLEAF!

Fulton: I forgot he did submissions!

Torchwood: Donzig is actually a very well rounded wrestler when he can be bothered, lad!

Tucker: The pressure on Kasper’s knees has to be crippling! Donzig leaning back hard as he locks it in!

Kasper crawls across the mat trying to get to the ropes, blood pouring down her face as Donzig hauls her back as he wrenches back once more. Kasper shakes her head at Fox, and tries to get for the ropes once more! But the Champ is clearly in real danger as blood pours down her face, and Donzig howls with savage glee as he drags her back across the mat!

Torchwood: KVZ is not tapping out!

Tucker: That is the heart of the WUK Champion! That is what Kasper Van Zant is all about!

Fulton: Donzig could be taking years off of her career!

Tucker: And don’t think that bastard doesn’t know it!

Kaspers grabs for the mat, shaking her head as she is covered in blood. But she refuses to tap, and screams ‘NO!” at Fox! The place is going wild, and Donzig tightens the hold once more drawing another scream from the Champion!

And then Kasper goes limp, and Fox rises to call for the break! Donzig ignores him, snapping his teeth as he leans back once more. Fox glares, and calls for the break once more with a slash of his hands! Donzig laughs at him, mocking him as he yanks Kasper’s limbs higher as the fans are booing and jeerig.

Tucker: Kasper is passed out, and Donzig will not release the hold!


Torchwood: Bloodied Fox is livid!


The fans are booing, and Fox stalks across the ring before he calls for Frank Salazar as he points for the bell!

The Scourge holds onto the hold, sneering as Fox glares at him.

Salazar: YOUR WINNER AND STILL WUK Heavyweight Champion via DQ! KASPER VAN ZANT!

Donzig’s eyes widen, and he flings aside Kasper as he turns his ire on Fox. He points and curses, snarling and spitting as he points at Kasper before he turns back to Fox. And the fans are going wild, chanting ‘AND STILL’ in Vegas. Donzig tears at his beard, and his face twitches before he lunges at Fox!

Fox steps back and hits the MDK!

Donzig is knocked sprawling, and the fans explode as Fox points down at him talking trash before he heads for the ropes. Kasper slowly stirring looks between Fox and Donzig, confusion becoming anger as she wipes blood from her face as she crawls over to the ropes as she yells at Fox.

He doesn’t answer, heading for the back as Kasper rises slowly as the ref hands her the belt.

Fulton: Donzig is not going to forget this!

Torchwood: This is a declaration of war!

Tucker: We’re out of time! See you in Dallas!