Revolution 2024

[Mr. Blood]

The scene opens onto a view of Washington DC, and among the crowd of tourists and milling office workers stand the black garbed figures of Donzig-gun. They walk down the streets, staring at the marble edifices and scattered monuments. And then Donzig pauses, looking up as he stands before a flight of massive stairs. He turns to face the other three.

Donzig: You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villiany.

The camera draws back, and reveals they are standing before the massive domed structure of the Capital.

Earlier in the day, we are in the Capital One Arena parking lot as a waiting reporter scurries over to the arriving members of Nightbreed: Arvind Shakar, Black Philip, Brendan Harding, and Bloodied Fox. The last man is his clear focus.

Fox, later tonight you will take on Donzig in Hell in a Cell. Do you have any final comments.

Fox looks at his husband and his compatriots and nods. The three other men nod back and carry on into the building as Fox looks into the camera.

Donzig, tonight it ends. No more games, no more speeches. Tonight, when that door closes and you are trapped in there with me, you will learn what so many have found out to their cost: Hell is just a word; the reality is so much more...

His piece said, Fox walks into the building.[/quote]

Match: Oblivion Death Squad vs. Cryptid Cabal

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a North American Cup Match! Entering first at 509 pounds! Representing the Nightbreed from Midian, they are Arvind Shakar and Black Phillip! They are the Cryptid Cabal!

The fans are going wild as the Owl Man of Cornwall comes from the back wearing his plain white owl mask as he looks around at the fans. They cheer, and he stalks back and forth before he pauses as the hulking brute known as Black Phillip stomps out behind him.

He roars at the fans, and then the pair start down the ramp with Shakar climbing the ringpost! He dropped back into the ring, and Phillip stepped over the ropes as they paced back and forth.

Fulton: These guys freak me out! They’re monsters! That Black Phillip doesn’t even seem human!

Torchwood: The Cryptid Cabal have already proven themselves to be very dangerous in their wars with Donzig-gun!

Salazar: And their opponents, they are the reigning WUK Tag Team Champions! Fighting out of Donzig-gun at 620 pounds! They are called Mormo and Moloch! They are the OBLIVION DEATH SQUAD!

A blast of flames, and the hulking form of Mormo came from the back. He glared around from behind his skull mask, a fist hammering against his chest before he paused at the top of the ramp. Moloch appeared a moment, later nodding as he paced back and forth before he fist bumped his brother.

They rolled their shoulders, and headed for the ring with a shake of their heads.

Tucker: Mormo and Moloch as intimidating as ever!
Torchwood: The enforcers of Donzig-gun are cold hearted machines.

The Death Squad flung off their masks, and they rolled inside. They stalked back and forth, bouncing off the ropes before they watched the Cryptids. The fans were going wild, and Mormo dragged Moloch back as he stepped forward with a scowl.

Fulton: The ODS are the freshest team in this tournament, but have a lot to lose with the winners being crowned the new WUK Tag Team Champions!

Tucker: I don’t know! The Cryptid Cabal are no doubt looking to avenge their loss in Dallas!

Eric Praline looked nervous, but he called for the bell as Phillip and Mormo met in the middle of the ring. They pushed back and forth, testing each other’s strength before Mormo was shoving Phillip into the corner. The ref called for the break, and Mormo broke after a count with a snarl. The pair faced off again, and then Mormo hammered a fist into the face of the Devil Goat!

Fans: BOO!

Black Phillip fires back, throwing a massive right hook of his own. Mormo takes a step back!

Fans: YAY!

Mormo roars, and throws another!

Fans: BOO!

Phillip punches again!

Fans: YAY!

And the pace quickened, before Mormo got the upper hand before he snapped Phillip at the ropes! But the Devil Goat reversed, and sent Mormo to the mat with a thunderous Clothesline from Hell! Black Phillip roared, throwing his fists in the air before he turned to see Mormo rising with a scowl.

Torchwood: Mormo back on his feet somehow!

Tucker: These two are monsters!

The pair circled slowly, and then locked up again! And then Phillip started to hammer his knees into the sides and ribs of Mormo! They came apart, and Mormo snarls before he buries a thrust kick of his own into the mid section of the Beast! The fans groan, and he grabs him to hit an underhook driver!

COVER!


1….

…….PHILLIP FLINGS HIM OFF!

Fulton: A display of raw strength from the Child of Shub-Niggurath!

Mormo rises,and Black Phillip follows before lunging forward with a headbutt! Mormo staggers back, and Phillip fires him at the ropes! BLIND TAG from Moloch! The Devil Goat hits a thunderous side slam, but is driven back by a series of boots from Moloch! The fans are going wild, and Mormo rolls to his feet!

THE SNAP!

Torchwood: High-low from the Death Squad!

Tucker: This could be over!

Mormo charges across the ring, and snaps a kick into Shakar to send him to the outside! COVER!

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……2…

…….BLACK PHILLIP KICKS OUT!

The fans explode, and Moloch looks stunned before he starts hammering away at Phillip. The Devil Goat shrugs it off, rising before he snaps Moloch at the ropes! He hits a powerslam, and then drops back in the corner to crouch down!

GORE!

But Moloch gets out of the way, the ring shakes! And Shakar makes the tag, coming off the ropes with a dropkick! Moloch staggers, and Shakar is on him with kicks that batter at his legs and sides as he staggers back.

Tucker: The Owlman of Cornwall using his precision strikes to stagger Moloch!
Torchwood: Shakar giving up alot of size, but he is one of the best strikers in XHF!

SPEED OF DARKNESS!

Moloch shakes his head, clearly battered as he swings at Arvind who ducks aside before he comes off the ropes with a dropkick into the big man’s knee! Molcoch goes down and rises, but Arvind is on him once more with a meteora!

The fans are going wild, and Moloch stumbles back to his feet. He grabs Shakar, and fires him at the ropes!

CROWN OF STOLAS!

COVER!

1….

…..2….

……

……KICKOUT!

The fans groan, and Shakar nods at Praline before he heads for the ropes!

Fulton: Shakar looking to put this away!

He crouches on the ropes, ready to leap off before Mormo runs across the apron to shove him to the outside! The fans are furious, and Praline yells at Mormo before he turns to stop the enraged Black Phillip! The Devil Goat fuming as he grabs for Mormo!

Moloch rolls to the outside, and stomps away at Shakar before he flings him at the ring stairs! Phillip keeps trying to get around the official as Shakar is dumped back inside of the ring!

Tucker: Black Phillip not doing his partner any favors!

Fulton: He needs to be careful he is not disqualified!

Torchwood: This is what ODS does, if they can’t beat you they will do whatever it takes to get you off your game!

Phillip is being pushed back into his corner, and snarls at the referee as Moloch tags Mormo! And Shakar is rising!

REALITY FALLS!

Tucker: Shakar broken in half!

Torchwood: This one is over, lad!

COVER!

1….

……2….

…….

……TTTTTHHHHRRRR……KICK OUT!

Tucker: HOW? HOW?

Fulton: Mormo can’t believe it!

The Giant of Donzig-gun fumes, and grabs Shakar delivering heavy blow after heavy blow before he grabs his head to snarl at him in Albanian. He batters him into the corner, eyes wild as he nearly backhands Praline before he flings him across the ring! Shakar lands in a heap, and he starts to rise only to be leveled with a kick to the spine!

Mormo drags him upwards, calling for the Oblivion Driver! But Shakar drops free, and dives across the ring!

TAG!

Black Phillip charges inside, and starts throwing punches that rock the big man back! He fires him at the ropes, and hits a GORE! The fans explode, and he charges across the ring to batter an elbow inton the face of Moloch!


Torchwood: Black Phillip is furious!

He grab Mormo, shaking his head before he howls in rage as he drags him upwards. He strains, trying once, then twice, and then he lifts Mormo upwards!

FEAST OF A THOUSAND YOUNG!

COVER!

1…..


……2….

…….MOLOCH DRAGS HIS FOOT UNDER THE ROPES!

Tucker: BULLSHIT!

The fans are booing and jeering, and Phillip slams his fists against the ring. He climbs between the ropes, and points at Moloch. And then the pair start brawling on the outside, flinging each other against the barricade and the ring! The fans are eating it up, and Praline is trying to regain control before Phillip hammers Moloch across the apron before he rolls inside.

RUNNING BOOT AS HE RISES FROM MORMO!

The fans groan, and Mormo hauls him upwards to fire him at the ropes!

BLIND TAG! BUT ODS MISSES IT!

REALITY FALLS!

COVER!

Torchwood: ODS MISSED THE TAG!

Praline waves his hands, and Mormo starts to rise before he is dropped with a diving Meteora from Shakar! The fans explode, and Mormo is rolled up!

Tucker: The Cryptid Cabal is not backing down!

1….

…..2…..

……KICKOUT!

The fans are going wild, and Mormo grabs Shakar with both hands around his throat before he delivers a double handed chokeslam! He snarls, glaring down at him before he yanks him upwards once more! He shakes Shakar angrily, and tosses him across the ring to tag in Moloch.

Fulton: The ODS losing their cool here in DC!

Torchwood: I think the Death Squad are not used to people withstanding their onslaught!

Moloch grabs Shakar, lifting him into the air for brainbuster as he walk across the ring! The fans boo, and then Shakar twists to batter quick knees into his head! He falls free, and hits a dropkick that drops Moloch across the ropes! DC is going wild, and Moloch rises only to be leveled with a flurry of punches before he is hit with the RECOIL!

Moloch is off his feet, and Mormo storms the ring only to be caught in half with a GORE from Phillip! He is thrown to the outside, and grabs Moloch as he rises!

Tucker: The Devil Goat with another display of power!

OPEN THE GATES OF MIDIAN!

COVER FROM SHAKAR!

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……..THHHHHHHRRRR…..

…….EEEEEEE!

Fulton: Arvind Shakar has done it!

Torchwood: There will be new tag team champions in DC tonight!

The fans are going wild as the referee lifts the arm of Shakar, and the Devil Goat glares at Mormo who is kicking the ring stairs as he yells up at the ring. Slapping his hands against the apron as Moloch rolls from the ring to join him. The smaller of the brutes holding his neck as he glares at the ring.

Arvind Shakar climbs the ringpost, glaring back at them as Phillip leans across the ropes to snarl at the pair as they head for the back.

Tucker: That was a war here at Revolution!

Match: Bad to the Bone vs. Drake/Slam 3

Salazar: The following match is a North American Cup Tournament match, and is scheduled for one fall!

Entering first, at 460 pounds! They are the WUK Heavyweight Champion, the VANTABLACK SAVIOR, Lord Dominicus! And his partner, they call him BIG BONE!

They are Bad to the Bone!

The fans cheer as the lights flash and strobe as the Domini-cruiser emerges from the back, driving alongside the ramp as Big Bone stands up from inside. Waving and pumping his fists at the fans, then the car stops and Dominicus steps out to hold the WUK title high. Then they head for the ring.

Fulton: I am going to be sick!

Tucker: Dominicus maybe on his way to being a double champion, though he has to survive a war with Crane and the former champion Kasper Van Zant!

Torchwood: Not to mention the Sheik!

Fulton: Night of Champions can not come fast enough!

Lord Dominicus comes through the ropes, and displays the belt once more as Big Bone paces back and forth. Pulling on the ropes before the pair face the ramp.

Salazar: And their opponents representing the Empire at a combined weight of 473 pounds! Accompanied by the Living Legend David Slam 2! They are Gavin Drake and Slam Three!

Tucker: The Empty Hand looks furious!

Drake was indeed fuming as he stormed down the ramp, stalking ahead of the Slams. He glared at the fans, and then ripped his shirt over his head before he tossed off his kilt. Eyes narrowed on Bad to the Bone. He rolled inside, and came to his feet as he pointed angrily at the pair.

Slam whispered to his son, and then Slam Three climbed inside.

Torchwood: I think the Slams may be getting a little tired of Drake’s attitude.

Fulton: Oh here we go again.

The referee calls for the bell, and Big Bone steps forward to face off with the smirking Drake. Bone calls for the lock up, but Drake instead starts throwing punches. He batters away at the masked man, delivering stiff shot after shot before he hit a side belly to belly suplex!

The fans groaned, and LD cursed.

Torchwood: Drake one of the strongest men in the XHF! He has taken Big Bone off his feet!

Drake stomps back and forth, and then he comes off the ropes to deliver a dropkick to his back! Big Bone drops back to the mat, and Drake locks on the STF! The fans are stomping their feet, urging Big Bone on as he claws for the ropes!

Tucker: Drake is trying to wear Big Bone down in the early going!

Big Bone dives for the final grab, and gets the rope! The referee calls for the break and Drake tightens the hold as he yells at the referee. He holds till the four, and breaks with a snarl before he rips Big Bone away from the ropes.

He stalks back and forth, and then he reaches down to grab for him. But Big Bone grabs his hand, and yanks his fingers apart before snapping them! The fans gasp, and Drake staggers back with a look of pain. He shakes his hand, and then grabs for Big Bone!

Torchwood: Big Bone knocking the Empty Hand off balance!

Fulton: I don’t think Drake appreciates it!

Big Bone grabs his hair, and fires off the BONESAW!

COVER!

1…

….2….

……KICKOUT!

Tucker: Tag to the WUK Champion!

The fans explode as LD comes inside, and he fires a dropkick into the knee of the rising Drake. Drake drops with a curse, and LD starts hammering away at him as he rises before he comes off the ropes for a Hurricarana! The fans explode, and Dominicus goes for the DDT but Drake flings him aside before staggering back for the tag!

Slam comes inside, and charges at LD with knees flying. He batters away at him, driving hard blows into his head and shoulders before he flings him at the ropes! Gutwrench Powerbomb! The fans boo, and Slam hits the ropes to come crashing down with the Springboard Leg drop!

Torchwood: Slam 3 is deceptively fast!

Tucker: The Empire so vicious!

1…

…..2…

…….KICKOUT!

Drake snarls at the referee, pointing angrily as Slam Three drags LD upwards to lock him up with Hammerlock Stretch! The fans are booing, and LD shakes his head at the referee before he starts to push himself upwards. The fans explode, and LD twists free to deliver a boot to Slam’s gut!

IMPLANT DDT!

Fulton: Yuck.

Tucker: The Champion firing back!

LIONTAMER!

Slam howls, grabbing for the ropes as LD leans back hard on the hold! Slam hits the mat, grabbing for the ropes as he tries to get free. But LD pulls him back, shaking his head as the fans are going wild!

Drake comes over the ropes, and levels LD with a running boot!

The fans boo, and Slam is dragged to their corner.

TAG!


Tucker: This is ridiculous!

Fulton: The referee didn’t see it!

The fans are furious as Drake comes inside, and he glares at LD as he rises. Then he points angrily at Big Bone, and the fans pop as LD tilts his head before making the tag.

Tucker: I think Drake learned all the pride and ego of Spike and Donzig, and no common sense!

Torchwood: Drake can back it up though, lad!

The fans are going wild as Drake charges at Big Bone, before Bone grabs him to start slamming his head against the turnbuckle. He batters his head to the buckle again and again, hammering away before he fires him at the ropes!

Drake reverses!

KING’S HAMMER!

The fans are going wild, and Big Bone is down as Drake stalks back and forth. Slam Two tells him to go for the pin, but Drake waves him off. And then he turns back to Big Bone, crouching down as he waits for him to rise!

Torchwood: Drake wasting alot of time on the always dangerous Big Bone!

Tucker: Big Bone coming to his feet!

THE BLOOD OF KINGS! But Big Bone dives out of the way, Drake hammers into the ringpost! He staggers back, eyes wild before Big Bone grabs him!

RATTLIN’ BONE!

COVER!


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…….

Slam comes inside, darting across the ring only to be leveled with a dick punch from LD!

…….THREE!

Fulton: NO! NO!

Salazar: Your winners and advancing to the semi-finals! BAD TO THE BONE!

Lord Dominicus leaps over the ropes, lifting the hand of Big Bone! The fans are cheering, and Drake pulls himself to the ropes to watch them before they leave. Then he rises to his feet, and walks across the ring to shove Slam.

Slam blinks at him, pushing back before Drake grabs him to fling him into the corner. His hand on his throat as he rants and raves. He shoves past Slam Two, and heads up the ramp with a few swings and curses at the fans.

Tucker: Drake blaming Slam for this loss!

Torchwood: The Empty Hand is not a forgiving man!

[Mr. Blood]

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira on the tron surrounded by green mist.)

Vampira: "Tonight my husband, Psychotic Goth, shall go to war in a three way match, to determine who is worthy to earn the right to face the Commonwealth Champion. My husband shall prevail and earn that right."

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight is a night that I have been waiting for. This is the night that I, Psychotic Goth, shall be making war against two opponents for the right to earn a shot for the Wrestle: UK Commonwealth Championship. A championship that is prestigious in it's own way."

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

Psychotic Goth: "I start with Kalmin Watts, who doesn't even deserve to be in this match but managed to get his way and made this a three way match just to keep his significance. He should have stepped aside to allow someone else, who doesn't have High Rollers or All-American by his name and pedigree."

(Psychotic Goth roars demonically as does the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "You only care about keeping your friend Anthony Jordon from losing his house that was bought with suspicious money. Do not worry Kalmin you shall only succeed in failing to win that championship shot you are unworthy for."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Then there is Sinclair Godfrey 'The Ninth Baroness' whom I have great respect for since she was trained by one of the best in professional wrestling. She shows everyone that she's willing to pay her dues and spill blood if necessary and deal out pain and punishment in order to get the victory."

(Psychotic Goth roars as does the ringsiders before pausing and caressing the purple velvet bag lovingly.)

Psychotic Goth: "This gift shall be yours even after the match is over. You may keep it as a sign of my respect for you since you are more than worthy of this gift. You are more than worthy to keep this gift as your own since I can always reproduce it for my infamous gallery of weapons. I rarely do such a thing unless that person is worthy and you are truly worthy."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Then there is me. Long have I been forgotten and finally Mr. Blood realized that he needed someone to fill the match and he chose 'The Dragon of Wrestle: UK' over some overrated inactive wrestler or some name that is a spoiled over privileged name."

(Psychotic Goth roars as does the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "At least I show up and I am myself and not someone who isn't. I never changed my image whether I'm disliked or admired it doesn't matter to me because I could care less. All I care about is that championship shot and I shall go lout to get it."

(He lowers his head and raises his arms before he flings his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight three individuals shall step into the ring for a shop at a championship shot and one shall walk out with it. I plan on leading my gothic armies into war and I shall prevail. It is my destiny and I shall fulfil it no matter what I do to accomplish my goal. Thus I have spoken and thus I shall make sure my goal is accomplished and the war is won."

(Psychotic Goth roars as the tron goes dark and the scene slowly fades to black.)

Match: Rage & Cage vs. Imperial Catch Kings

Salazar: The following contest is a North American Cup Match and is scheduled for one fall!

Entering first at 403 pounds, they are the team of Nate Crowe and Miles O’Hara! They are the Imperial Catch Kings!

The fans boo, as the pair appear on the ramp as ‘Us vs. Them’ blasts over the arena, they shake their heads. Bumping forearms before they head for the ring, Miles rolling inside as Crowe climbs the stairs before standing atop the ropes. He pulls off his hat, nodding at the jeering fans before he jumps down.

They stalk back and forth, hitting the ropes as they glare up the ramps.

Tucker: The Imperial Catch Kings look focused as they face the former WUK Tag Team Champions!

Fulton: They should be worried to be facing the WUK Commonwealth Champion Wesley Rage!

Salazar: And their opponents weighing in at 432 pounds! Representing the High Roller’s Club, they are the WUK Commonwealth Champion ‘Woke’ Wesley Rage, and ‘Honest’ Nic Cage! They are Rage and Cage!

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

Torchwood: The Imperial Catch Kings can not look past Rage and Cage!

Fulton: Why would they?

Rage holds up the Commonwealth title mocking the Kings, before he hands it off to the retreating Salazar! Rage steps forward, pointing at Crowe who stares back before he nods with a shrug.

The ref calls for the bell, and Rage steps back to tag in Cage. The fans boo, and Crowe frowns as Cage circles around him.

Tucker: Rage and Cage trying to annoy their opponents here in the early going!


Torchwood: Crowe already looks annoyed!

Cage grabs for Crowe, locking up before Crowe flings him into the corner. He charges in, battering a few elbows into the face of the Honest One before he snaps him at the ropes! Cage comes off with a spinning back elbow that staggers Crowe!

Cage hammers a few blows across the back on Crowe, then he hits the ropes to come off with a handspring elbow! The fans jeer, and Cage goes for Two Rogers dont make a right! But Crowe flings him, and grabs him as he starts to rise!

EXPLODER SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

Fulton: Where is the referee!

Tucker: What?

Tag to O’Hara!

O’Hara yanks Cage from the corner, and delivers chop after chop. Bloody welts soon appearing before he fires Cage across the ring. TAG FROM RAGE! And O’Hara hits the flapjack on Cage, before he is leveled by #RESIST!

Tucker: That move should be illegal!

Fulton: People have biological advantages in every sport, Tucker! Get over it!

Rage runs over, and hammers his titanium plate enhanced forearm into the face of Crowe! And the fans boo, as he drops from the apron! He turns his attention to the rising O’hara, and starts hammering kicks into his ribs! Then he locks on the Revolution!

Torchwood: Rage looking to wrap this one up!

Rage leans back hard, pulling on the trapped leg as O’Hara grabs for the ropes! Rage reaches back as the referee checks on O’Hara to grab Cage’s hand. The move is tightened, and O’Hara twists to grab for the ropes!

Rage let’s go as the referee looks up, and the pair repeat the illegal move!

Tucker: This is ridiculous!


Fulton: I didn’t see anything and neither did the referee!

Crowe does, yelling and pointing angrily as he comes through the ropes! The referee heads him off, and the two argue as Rage and Cage start stomping away at O’Hara. The fans boo, and they batter away at him with punches and kicks before Rage claps his hands together!

The referee turns, and seems to think there was tag! Crowe is livid, and Rage and Cage deliver Competing Body Slams onto Crowe!

COVER!

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…..2….

……Foot on the ropes!

Torchwood: O’Hara fighting back!

The fans are starting to cheer O’Hara as he hauls himself up the ropes. Cage runs at him, and he ducks low before flinging him across the ropes! Cage lands on the apron, but is sent flying to the floor by a chop!

Rage starts forward, but O’Hara hits him with a dropkick! And the referee stares as he drops, shaking his head as he crawls across the ring looking for a tag!

Cager rolls inside, and grabs for his leg but O’Hara rolls over to hit an enzuguiri! And then dives for the tag!

Fulton: He wasn’t holding the tag rope!

Tucker: We don’t have tag ropes!

Crowe comes inside, and starts unloading on Cage with punch after punch. He grabs him and fires him into the ropes! SIDESLAM BACKBREAKER! Cage is down, grabbing at his back as he rolls around in pain. Rage is on the apron, wielding a chair as the referee grabs at him. The pair argue and struggle, and Crowe hauls Cage upwards as he looks to the pair.

POPPA’S GOT A BRAND NEW BAG!

Tucker: No! No! Not like this!

Fulton: Brilliant!

The fans are furious, and Crowe drops as Cage shrugs at the look from the referee! O’Hara comes through the ropes, and storms forward only to be clobbered by #RESIST as Rage runs down the ropes!

O’Hara staggers, and Rage comes through the ropes!

FALL OF FASCISM!

He is kicked to the outside, and the referee tries to regain control of this match! Rage points at the rising Crowe, and Cage is on him!

TWO ROGERS DON’T MAKE A RIGHT! Crowe starts to fall, but Rage is on him!

LEAVING LAS VEGAS!

The fans groan!

COVER!

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…..2….

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……THREE!

Tucker: Ridiculous!

Fulton: Haters!

Salazar: Your winners and advancing to the next round! RAGE AND CAGE!

The Imperial Catch Kings are furious, glaring at the retreating Rage and Cage. And Crowe nods angrily, eyes narrowed as he points. Rage smirks at him, holding the Commonwealth belt high as his brother looks nervous.

Torchwood: I think Rage and Cage may have just made enemies!

Match: Tilted Cartridges vs. Crane & Reese

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a North American Cup Match Quarter Finals match! Entering first, they are the team of Cheez and Wellington Dunne, weighing in at 457 pounds!

They are Tilted Cartridges!

The fans cheer as Cheez’s music hits, and a shower of sparks washes across the ramp as Dunne stomps from the back with Cheez on his shoulders. The fans are on their feet as they head for the ring, high fiving the fans and posing for a few pictures.

Cheez even flings a few t-shirts into the crowd, before he leaps from Dunne’s shoulders into the ring.

Fulton: These two are about to face the front runners of this tournament, and they act like this is a circus!

Tucker: Front-runners?

Fulton: Any team with the most decorated champion in WUK, and the son of a living legend is the front runners!

Torchwood: Cheez has not likely forgotten what Reese has done to him in the past.

Frank continues, adjusting his jacket.

Salazar: And their opponents, entering first from Syracuse, New York! He is the reigning WUK XTreme Champion, he is the longest reigning WUK Heavyweight Champion, he is called the High Roller!

Accompanied by SZK! At 223 pounds! He is WESLEY CRANE!

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


“Rubbing on that Italian leather
'Dem Konvict jeans on!
Ay yo Weezy! You Ready, yeah!
I get it in 'till sunrise
Doing ninety in a sixty five
Windows rolled down screaming ah!

Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid
Number one hustla' gettin' money
Why do you wanna count my money
I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid”


The lights go back to normal and out steps “The High Roller” Wesley Crane to 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.

Tucker: Uh, the High Rollers entering separately?

Fulton: Always trying to start trouble!

The fans are cheering for Crane, and he hands his belt over to the frowning SZK. And then he leans against the ropes, nodding at the Cartridges.

The fans boo, clearly not happy at all as pyros explode across the stage. And then a shower of golden sparks exploded from the ramp, and the one and only Preston Reese came from the back. Spreading his arms before he drops to his knees, and Warrick stands behind him frowning.

Salazar: And his partner, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the American Icon! Accompanied to the ring by Warrick, this is Preston Andre REESE!

The fans are furious as Reese rises, and heads for the ring. He shrugs off his long coat, and tosses it to the timekeeper before he points a finger at Dunne. Then he climbs inside the ring, and Warrick glares at Crane before standing opposite of SZK.

Torchwood: The fans are not at all happy!

Tucker: Don’t you find it odd that Warrick accompanied Reese, and SZK came out with Crane?

Fulton: You're ridiculous!

Crane and Reese stare at each other, and Crane gestures towards the scowling Warrick. Reese shrugs, and casts a smirk at SZK before he steps across the ropes which draws a blink from Crane as Dunne looks to start for the Tilted Cartridges.

Crane shakes his head, and then locks up with the big man! The pair go back and forth, and Dunne shoves Crane towards the ropes! Crane frowns, and then makes the blind tag to Reese. Reese frowns at him, muttering as he comes through the ropes before he approaches the smirking Dunne.

Tucker: I don’t think the Glasgow Bull is a big fan of the American Icon!

Fulton: They hate us because they ain’t us!

The pair lock up, and Dunne shoves Reese into the corner! The ref calls for a break, and keeps a close eye on Reese who nods at Dunne before he calls for another lock up! Dunne shrugs, and does it pushing Reese towards his knees with a display of power! But Reese kicks him hard in the gut, and starts laying heavy forearms across the broad back of Dunne as the fans boo.

He glares at Crane who frowns at him, before he starts laying shots on Dunne once more.

DDT!

Dunne is down, and Reese smirks at Cheez who hits the turnbuckle as he calls for the big man. Reese drops back, waiting for Dunne to rise.

Torchwood: Say what you will about his character but Reese is one of the most vicious men on this roster!

Tucker: He’s a bastard.

SUPERKICK ON DUNNE!

The fans boo, and Reese makes a cocky cover counting with the ref as the DC crowd boos.

1….

…..2…..

……DUNNE FLINGS HIM OFF AS HE RISES TO HIS FEET!

Fulton: Uh, oh.

Tucker: Uh oh is right.

Reese scrambles to his feet, and starts for his corner but Dunne is on him. German Suplex!

And another! Reese starts to rise, shaking his head as Dunne glares at him. Warrick climbs onto the apron, and Dunne levels him with a forearm before he drops down in the corner. Reese turns!

SPEAR!

The fans explode, and Crane makes a face as Reese sprawls on the mat. The fans are going wild as Dunne tags Cheez, and the man from Wisconsin climbs the ropes!

CHEDDA HEADA!

COVER!

1….

……

….2…..

…….FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Fulton: Thank god!

Torchwood: The ring awareness of Reese barely saving him from this upset!

Cheez rolls off, and pumps up the fans as he drops back towards his corner. He points at the slowly rising Reese, and the fans are going crazy. Crane calls to his partner, but Cheez charges in.

CHEEZ WHIZ!

The American Icon is down, and Cheez rolls him up!

1….

….2….

…….Warrick grabs his foot to drag it under the ropes, and the fans boo! He shrugs at the referee, lifting his hands as Dunne leaps down from the apron. He points at Warrick, and the two big men face off as the referee yells at them.

Crane shakes his head, yelling at Warrick who stares at him sullenly. Cheez pulls Reese upwards, and is flung at the ropes! BLOCKBUSTER!

Tucker: Typical!

He drags Cheez towards their corner, and tags in Crane with an angry scowl. Pointing at Cheez, as Crane shakes his head. The fans are not at all happy with Reese, and Crane hauls Cheez to his feet.

EXPLODER SUPLEX!

Cheez starts to rise, and Crane locks on the Dragon Sleeper!

Fulton: The dragon sleeper hold bequeathed to Crane by the Golden Dragon!

Tucker: Again with this sh–

Cheez is fading fast, and the ref checks on him! He lifts his arm once….

TWICE…..

…..It stays up the third time! The fans are going wild, and Cheez shakes his head as he strains to get a foot on the rope! The ref calls for the break, and Crane breaks as he rolls backwards. Reese fumes, calling at Crane as the High Roller shrugs.

He grabs for Cheez, but Cheez hits an arm drag! And dives for the tag!

Torchwood: The Glasgow Bull!

Crane is hit by a huge shoulder, and Dunne roars to the fans before he stomps away at the WUK Xtreme Champion! The fans are eating it up, and Dunne delivers a few chops to hammer Crane into the corner! Then he drags him out, and hits the DUNNE DEAL!

COVER!

1….

…..2….

…….Reese breaks it up with a few stomps, and the ref drags him backwards! Dunne glares at Reese, going after him! And Warrick reaches inside of his jacket, sliding a pair of brass knuckles to Crane!

Tucker: Warrick being Warrick!

Crane stares at the knucks, and shoves them from the ring as he glares at Warrick.

Torchwood: What? Crane didn’t take them!

Fulton: What is he doing!

The fans are going wild as Crane rises, and he faces off with Dunne once more. The pair throwing punches before Dunne gets the upperhand! He fires Crane into the corner, and the High Roller looks dazed as Dunne charges in for the Splash!

The fans cheer as Crane moves out of the way, and he dives for the tag!

Reese is back inside, and he chopblocks Dunne! He drops back, and smirks as the Glasgow Bull starts to rise!

STARKILLER! STARKILLER!

Fulton: Ring the bell!

The fans are booing, furious as Reese makes the cover!

1….

…..2….

…….KICKOUT!

The fans explode, and Reese looks stunned!

Fulton: HOW?
Tucker: Dunne has kicked out of the Starkiller!

The fans are going crazy as Dunne rises, shaking off the kicks and blows of Reese before he flings him aside. He grabs Reese, hitting a T-bone suplex before he makes the tag to Cheez!

He lifts Reese onto his shoulders, and Cheez climbs the ropes!

NEW GAME +!

Reese sprawls in a heap, and Warrick starts to climb into the ring only to be pushed back by Crne. The fans are shocked, and SZK tries to pull the pair apart! Then Crane runs inside, only to be clotheslined by Dunne!

1…..

……2…

…….THREE!

Torchwood: I can’t believe what I am seeing!

The fans are going crazy as Dunne lifts up Cheez, and Reese sits up slowly to glare at his corner. He staggers to his feet, arguing with Crane as he points at Warrick. And the High Roller fires back, clearly disgusted with his partner.

Tucker: Crane refused to use the tactics of Reese!

Reese stares, eyes wild before he points angrily. Warrick flings Crane into the ring, and storms in after him. Cheez points and Dunne drops him before he starts forward only to be leveled by a chair from SZK! The fans boo, jeering as Warrick and SZK start to batter away at Dunne.

Cheez runs in for the save, but is leveled by a SUPERKICK!

Crane grabs at Warrick and SZK, and then is spun around by Reese who hits the STARKILLER!

The Tilted Cartridges are dumped on the floor, and the American Icon takes the chair from Warrick as SZK pulls Crane to his knees. Reese is cursing, and snaps the chair against the mat.

Torchwood: This is a coup!

Fulton: This is a nightmare!

The fans are furious, and Reese lifts the chair over his head as Crane stares up at him dazed.


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

The fans cheer as the former WUK Heavyweight Champion runs down the ramp, a chair in hand as she dives inside of the ring, She cracks the chair across the head of SZK, and nearly levels Warrick as the Capital One Center is going berserk!

Reese scrambles backwards, and he sneers at her as she points angrily with the chair in hand. Crane rises slowly, leaning on the ropes with a nod towards KVZ as she looks his way. And shr turns back towards Reese who was creeping forward.

Tucker: Kasper making the save for Crane! These fans are going wild!

Torchwood: I can’t believe what I am seeing!

Kasper glares at Reese, and takes a step forward!

THE HRKO!

Tucker: WHAT? WHAT?

The fans cheers turn to boos as Crane laughs as he rises, and fist bumps the smirking Reese. Kasper starts to rise, and then the pair start laying into her with chairs. The place is filled with thunder as Crane calls to SZK and Warrick.

KVZ is hauled to her knees between them, and she looks bewildered as she stares at Crane.

IN DA FACE!


Kasper sprawls, and Crane laughs as he points to Reese. The American Icon wastes no time in lifting Kasper, and nailing the Starkiller. Dunne tries to get back in the ring but is attacked by Warrick, and is nailed with another IN DA FACE!

Then Crane leans over Kasper, shoving her face as he talks trash before he rolls from the ring. The High Rollers heading for the back as Slam II and security run from the back, and Cheez checks on Dunne.

Fulton: Brilliant! Absolutely Brilliant!

Tucker: What a disgusting display!
Torchwood: Wesley Crane and the High Rollers are looking to reclaim control of the WUK! And this is the first blow here tonight at Revolution!

Tucker: What does this mean for Kasper’s match with the Sheik?

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Psychotic Goth vs. Sinclair Godfrey vs. Kalmin Watts

Commonwealth Champion Triple Threat Contender Match

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a triple threat match to be named the Number One Contender to the Commonwealth Championship!

The fans cheered, and Frank gestured.

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 reaction as Goth stalks back and forth, glaring towards the back.

Tucker: Psychotic Goth one of the most dangerous men in this or any other company, looks ready for a war!


Torchwood: Goth is a living legend, and an icon!

Fulton: And has zero chance against Wesley Rage!

Salazar: And his opponents entering first at 260 pounds from Tulsa, Oklahoma! He is KALMIN WATTS!

The fans cheer as ‘Twenties’ by Ghost blasts across the arena, and with a pop of pyro Watts comes from the back. He throws his fists in the air, and nods to the fans before his gaze settles on the ring. He heads down the ramp, rolling inside as he walks towards Goth with a slow nod.

Tucker: There is some history behind these two, and I don’t think Watts has forgotten it!

Torchwood: Watts has strength and technical expertise on his side!

The lights down, and then there is a blast of flames along the ramp and stage. And the fans are on their feet as the cloaked figure of the Baroness sweeps from the back. She pauses at the top of the ramp, grinning wickedly as she flings back her hood. Then she spreads her robes around her, nodding slowly as he eyes narrow on the ring.

Salazar: And their opponent, fighting out of Donzig-gun! She is the Baroness, this is LADY SINCLAIR GODFREY!

The fans cheer again, and Goth scowls as he looks at the thoughtful Watts as Sinclair heads down the ramp. She pauses, shrugging off her long coat before she starts up the stairs with a shake of her head.

Torchwood: Beautiful and deadly! The Baroness is one of the most popular superstars in WUK!

Tucker: In her entire time here in XHF and beyond, no one has escaped the Witch’s Hammer.

Fulton: Rage already beat her for the title!

Tucker: Not how I remember it.

The fans are going wild as Godfrey walks across the ring, staring at Goth before she turns her amused smirk to Watts. A shrug, and she paces backwards as the referee looks at the three, and then calls for the bell.

Goth charges across the ring, throwing wild punches at Watts before driving a few stiff knees into his ribs and sides as he batters him into the ropes. He grabs him, raking his eyes across the top rope as the fans jeer. He curses at the ref, hammering Watts head against the turnbuckle a few times before he fires him across the ring.

Torchwood: Goth coming out of the gates on fire, lighting up Watts!

Tucker: These fans in DC going wild!

Goth turns, and is caught with a spin kick across his face by Godfrey! The fans explode, and Goth staggers back and Sinclair comes off the ropes to level him with a running knee! Goth drops, and the fans are going wild as Sinclair drops her arms as she screams at them.

She turns as Goth rises, and charges forward!

METEORA!

Fulton: Sinclair Godfrey using a sneak attack!

Tucker: What?

COVER!

1….

…..2….

……KICKOUT!

Torchwood: Godfrey capitalizing on Goth’s lapse of attention!

Godfrey rises, dragging Goth upwards by the hair. But is cut in half by a spear from Watts! She rolls to the outside, holding her ribs as Watts turns his fury on the rising Goth. He drops a few forearms across his back, stomping away at him before he grabs him!

Gutwrench Suplex!

Tucker: Watts using his power to manhandle Goth!

Fulton: Picking the bones!

Goth shakes his head, starting to rise before Watts is on him again! He stretches Goth’s arms, a knee buried in his back as he yanks his head back. The fans are cheering and Goth tries to get the ropes, or a grip on Watts as the man from Oklahoma jerks his head back with a shake of his head.
Torchwood: Watts using his submission background to keep Goth grounded!

Sinclair Godfrey leaps off the ropes, and crashes her knees into the face of Watts! All three are down, and Godfrey rises slowly before she fires a Superkick into the face of Goth as he sits up! The fans approve, and Godfrey drags Watts upwards before he spins behind her!

GERMAN SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE!



1….

…..2….

…….

……GOTH BREAKS THE PIN!

Tucker: That was a close one!

Fulton: Goth keeping his chances alive!

The fans are cheering the three on as Goth grabs Watts, and hits the Arm-breaker Code Red! The fans groan, and Goth is back on him to lock on the Kimura!

Torchwood: Goth trying to break Watts’ arm! He is trying to take away his strength advantage!

The fans are going wild, and Goth rips away at the arm as Watts claws for the ropes! He shakes his head, twisting as he tries to break free before he moves to force Goth back to the mat as his arm is yanked on by the King of Hell!

Fulton: Watts forcing the pin!

Tucker: He needs to be careful he doesn’t break his arm!

Torchwood: Watts has already been through another match here tonight!

1…

…..2…

……Goth breaks the hold, cursing as he rolls to his feet. Watts rises, holding his arm as he shakes his head before he uses the good one to call Goth onward. The SWAT Hall of Famer charges in, fists flying as he batters away at Watts before he snaps him at the ropes!

CLOTHESLINE!

Tucker: He about took Watts’ head off!

The fans are jeering, and Goth sneers as he hauls Watts upwards. He drapes him across his shoulder, running at the ropes before he hits the Snake Eyes! Watts drops, and Goth climbs the ropes with a wicked grin!

CHAIR ACROSS HIS BACK! AND ANOTHER!

Goth topples to the outside, and the fans are going crazy as Sinclair Godfrey holds the chair high.

Fulton: Sinclair Godfrey with the chair!

Tucker: Triple Threat rules!

Torchwood: No rules has to favor the Baroness, she is giving up alot of size in this one! And she is Donzig-gun!

Sinclair comes through the ropes, the chair in hand as she glares at the rising Watts. He starts to rise, holding his arm before she cracks it across his head! Watts stumbles back, dropping to a knee before he starts to rise!

ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT! Blood flows, and he drops as Sinclair flashes a pretty if demonic grin as she flings the chair down as the fans boo. She walks back and forth, arms spread before she stands behind Watts.

Tucker: Watts in trouble!

Torchwood: Kalmin Watts looks to be out cold!

Sinclair Godfrey grabs his arms, crossing them over his chest as she plants a boot between his shoulders. Her eyes wild as she snarls at the referee as she stares at the chair just under Watts’ head. Her boot rises, and then she drives it downward with a CRACK!

WITCH’S HAMMER!


Fulton: Watts is out!

Sinclair turns, and Goth comes flying off the turnbuckle to crack his fist across her jaw! The fans explode!

Tucker: DEMON STRIKE!

Torchwood: Godfrey is out!

Goth wastes no time, rolling up the Baroness as DC goes wild!

1….

…..2…..

……The bleeding Watts crawls forward, lunging to break the pin but falls just short!

………THREE!


Salazar: Your winner and new NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE COMMONWEALTH CHAMPION! PSYCHOTIC GOTH!

The fans are going wild as the referee lifts the hand of Goth, and Watts shakes off the medics as he heads up the ramp. He nods at the fans, and points to Goth who stares back at him before giving a slow nod of respect.

Meanwhile, Sinclair rolls from the ring rubbing her jaw as she glares at Goth.

The arena goes dark as the beat to "Got it on Me" by Pop Smoke interrupts the darkness



"Look
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Don't let my heart turn cold

Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me

Yeah, I don't cry no mo'
I don't look to the sky no mo'
'Cause I got it on me"




A spotlight shines on Doc Holiday as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp, dressed to the nines in his standard black Armani suit with red flowing tie, and Aviator sunglasses. His head slowly bobs to the music as he walks to the ring looking very focused on the task at hand. Fans reach out to touch him, he obliges and slap hands with a few of them as he walks to the ring stopping short of the ring apron, pausing for a moment before jumps straight onto the ring apron and slides the the middle rope, going to the center of the ring where he embraces the cheers from the crowd with a sly smirk and his arms out. Green pyro's go off behind him as he lifts his arms, shooting from left to right and then right to left. He walks over to the ring announcer and grabs a mic.



Doc: HELLO WRESTLE UK!

The crowd cheers.

Doc: Some of you know me from other organizations within XHF, some of you know me from my time in Action Wrestling, and some of you know me, because I'm the best damn free agent out in the wrestling ether right now!



The crowd cheers him again.



Doc: I am Doc Holiday, the man with no home, traveling alone, free to roam from dome to dome, breaking bones, and collecting chrome! But enough rhyming, I'm here on a solo mission.

The crowd cheers!

DOC! DOC! DOC!

DOC! DOC! DOC!

DOC! DOC! DOC!



Doc: I'm gonna keep this short, because time is money. You see, I'm looking for the best competition in the world of wrestling, because I'm trying to build a legacy that lasts the annals of time. A career with defining moments against opponents that are memorable. When I looked into coming to Wrestle UK for a match, there was only one name at the top of my list. A man who has fought for titles, a man who has bled for this company, a man who everyone on the roster respects, but cannot trust. I'm talking about The Scourge, The Wonder and Terror of this Age, The Great Dark, Death in High Places, The New God of Extreme, the King in the North, THE ONE, THE ONLY DONZIG!

The crowd cheers for Doc as he calls out Donzig.

Doc: Now Donzig, I know that you are free for Battle of Britain, and I'm looking for a fight and I know you're just the man that can do that for me. So what do you say we put on a show for all of these fans at Wrestle UK? Whatever stipulations you like, just hit me up, because I'm always ready, willing and able, because...THIS IS WAR!!!

FADE TO BLACK!

We see the High Rollers Club locker room. Inside, “The High Roller" Wesley Crane and Preston Andre Reese are celebrating with a couple of bottles of champagne and a room full of beautiful women. Henderson stands off to the side with his iPad in hand, looking uncomfortable. Wesley takes a huge swig of his bottle and raises it in the air. Reese lifts his bottle in the air as well and then pours some champagne on one of the beautiful ladies. Reese then grabs her by the face and gives her a kiss. He finishes kissing the blonde and then raises his bottle toward Wesley’s.

Reese: “To you!”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “And to you!”

Henderson takes a step forward.

Henderson: “To us!”

Crane and Reese both shoot Henderson a look. He gets the hint and steps back with his head hung low. Crane and Reese clink their bottles together.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “To shocking the world and destroying Kasper’s life!”

Reese: “Amen to that!”

They both take huge sips from their bottles. The door opens and in walks Wesley’s frustrated looking “lady-friend” Katie Moss. The lead WUK Backstage Interviewer storms through the sea of beautiful women and walks right up to Wesley.

Katie Moss: “What was all that out there?”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Is this a personal question or an interview?”

Katie looks agitated.

Katie Moss: “It’s an interview.”

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “It’s exactly what it looked like… I did what I needed to do and I delivered on a promise that I made many many months ago. I told Kasper I’d get her when she least expected it… and that’s what I did. I’ll get into more of that at a later date. For now, being that you’re here looking for an interview, how about I give this challenge. Whoever wins the Tag Team Championships, understand this, Wesley Crane and Preston Andre Reese are coming for those title belts. I’m going to defeat Dominicus at Night of Champions and then Reese and I are bringing the Tag Team Championships back to the High Rollers Club. Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have some more celebrating to do.”

Katie looks like she’s going to blow a gasket.

Katie Moss: “Fine… but this…”

Katie points around at all the ladies.

Katie Moss: “This will be talked about later.”

Katie turns and starts walking out the door.

“The High Roller” Wesley Crane: “Oh baby, I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave!”

Camera fades.

Match: Rage & Cage vs. Cryptid Cabal

Salazar: The following contest is a North American Cup Match, and is scheduled for one fall! The winner will advance to compete for the WUK Tag Team Titles and the North American Cup!

Entering first at 432 pounds, they are the team of the WUK Commonwealth Champion ‘Woke’ Wesley Rage, and his partner ‘Honest’ Nic Cage! They are RAGE AND CAGE!


The fans boo, as the actions of Rage and Cage had not endeared them to the DC crowd as But, Pyrite blasts over the arena.

“Woke” Wesley Rage and Nicholas Honest Cage walk out to boos. Cage is in his neon UFC-style shorts with an Oscar statue airbrushed over the crotch. Rage is wearing plain red tights along with red boots. He has the hammer in yellow on his left boot and the sickle in yellow on his right boot. His entire left arm is taped up and sports pro-worker/left-wing slogans on it. He is wearing a black gaiter over his nose and mouth.

Rage pauses on the ramp, tearing a sign from the fans to hold it high overhead. It says in big blue letters:

DC SHOULD BE THE 51st STATE!

Rage has a serious look in his eyes and marches to the ring while Cage is full of energy. Cage jumps around and hypes up his brother. They roll into the ring, then hop up and hug each other.

Tucker: Lord.

Fulton: No taxation without representation!

Tucker: Want Puerto Rico too?

Torchwood: Lads! American politics are tiresome!



www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyD6fcCzEZk


Salazar: And their opponents, representing the Nightbreed at 509 pounds! They are the team of Black Phillip and the Owlman of Cornwall, Arvind Shakar! They are the Cryptid Cabal!

The lights dim, and pyro blasts across the stage as Arvind sweeps from the back. He walks back and forth on the stage, staring at the fans before he pauses to pull off his mask. And then he turns as the hulking form of the Devil Goat stomps from the back to roar at the fans.

Fulton: Uh, well.

Tucker: I don’t think Rage and Cage look too happy.

The pair storm down the ramp, Arvind rolling inside to climb the turnbuckle. And Black Phillip glares at Rage and Cage, stomping and snorting before the ref calls them to the middle. Rage shakes his head, staring at the Goat.

Cage shakes his head too, and the pair start to argue.

Tucker: Such courage.

Fulton: You’re disgusting!

The fans were mocking Rage and Cage, and then Black Phillip lowers his head as he shoves the referee aside as he charges in. Cage goes flying one way, and Rage the other before Phillip stomps over to rip Rage to his feet. He points at the ref, who calls for the bell.

Rage shakes his head, but the Devil Goat flings him upwards!

BUCKLEBOMB!

Torchwood: Rage broken in half by the monstrous Black Phillip!

The fans are cheering as Rage crawls from the corner, holding at his back before Phillip stomps away at him. He yanks him upwards again, and flings him into the ropes!

Rage comes off with #Resist, the Devil Goat stares at him. Rage backs up, and hits it again, and a third time!

Black Phillip shakes his head, staggered back a step before Rage stares at him wide eyed before he tags in Cage.

Tucker: Your boys seem at a loss to deal with this monster!

Fulton: How dare you!

Cage leaps off the turnbuckle going a hurricarana, but Black Phillip flings him away! The fans cheer, and Cage starts to rise before he is cut in half by a Gore! The Honest One drops, and Black Phillip roars before he tags in Arvind.

He lifts Cage into the air for a press, and then drops him!

OPEN THE GATES OF MIDEON!

Cage is down, and Arvind rolls him up!

Torchwood: This could be over!

1….

…..2….

…….RAGE BREAKS THE PIN!

The fans boo, and Rage is unloading on Arvind as the referee tries to hold back the furious Black Phillip. The fans are furious as Rage hammers his titanium laced forearm across the head of the rising Arvind! The Owlman drops, and the fans groan as Rage rolls from the ring.

Cage goes for the cover, and Rage levels a chair across the back of Phillip as soon as the referee turns his back! The Devil Goat is hit again, and staggers to his feet on the floor before he hammers a huge fist into the chair!

1….

……2…

……KICKOUT!

Tucker: Shakar with a kick out!

The fans are going wild as Cage batters away at Shakar, who is rising to his feet with a shake of his head. And then he starts firing back at Cage, battering away at him with strike after strike before he drops back to deliver the RECOIL!

Black Phillip has Rage on the outside, and drops him across the edge of the apron! And the fans are going wild as Phillip hammers on the edge of the ring. Arvind nods, and comes off the ropes as Cage starts to rise slowly.

TALON!

COVER!

1…..

……2…..

…….

…….THREE!

Fulton: BOO! BOO!

Torchwood: The sheer power and brutality of the Cryptid Cabal defeat the cunning of Rage and Cage!

Salazar: Your winners and advancing to the finals: CRYPTID CABAL!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Tilted Cartridges vs. Bad to the Bone

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a semi final match for the North American Cup! The winner of this match will advance to the finals, and a chance to win the WUK Tag Team Championships!

The fans cheer, and Frank continues.

Salazar: Entering first at combined weight of 460 pounds! They are team of Big Bone, and the WUK Heavyweight Champion the Real Lord Dominicus! This is BAD TO THE BONE!

The metal version of Sim City ‘Metropolis’ blasts across the arena, and the fans cheer as the Domini-cruiser emerges from the back with a roar of engines. And Lord Dominicus stands from inside of it, the WUK belt held high! The car pauses, and he climbs out to drape the belt across his shoulder.

Big Bone comes from the driver’s side, nodding at the fans before they headed for the ring. LD walking around the ring, and he holds the belt out before Fulton who fumes before Lord Dominicus climbs in the ring.

Fulton: I can’t stand this! This is a disgrace!

Tucker: Are you rejecting the Vantablack Savior?

The fans are cheering, and Frank continues once more.

Torchwood: Bad to the Bone looking dominant and fresh after a short but brutal fight against the Empire!

Salazar: And their opponents weighing in at 457 pounds, they are the team of Wellington Dunne and Cheez! This is Tilted Cartridges!

The fans cheer, as Dunne comes from the back with Cheez riding on his shoulders. Cheez wears a big air tank, and air hoses drape from it as he lifts a t-shirt cannon to start firing t-shirts into the stands! The fans are eating it up as Dunne paces back and forth as Cheez keeps firing it off.

Dunne heads for the ring, high fiving the fans as Cheez keeps up the stream of merch. Then he leaps onto the apron, shrugging off the cannon to move between the ropes. Dunne follows, keeping a close eye on the other team.

Tucker: Hey, Fulton! What team did Tilted Cartridges beat to advance again?

Fulton: How dare you!


Torchwood: Cheez and Dunne fought a war to get this far, and had to survive a post match attack from the High Rollers!

The referee calls for the bell, and Cheez meets LD in the center of the ring! The pair start throwing punches, and then LD fires Cheez at the ropes! Cheez reverses, and comes off the ropes only to be snapped at the ropes once more by LD!

LD rolls under Cheez on the rebound, and hits the ropes himself! The pair cross back and forth, and then Cheez grabs the ropes to stop short of an LD dropkick! The fans cheer, and Cheez comes off the ropes to hit DO A BARREL ROLL!

Tucker: A fast and furious opening exchange!

Cheez wastes no time, grabbing for LD to lock on a hold! But LD twists away, and locks on a triangle choke! Cheez tries to escape, but LD has it locked deep as he yans Cheez forward as his legs tighten!

Cheez shakes his head, trying to escape as he grabs for the ropes but LD rolls him away! Then Cheez presses forward, pushing LD’s shoulders down!

Torchwood: LD trying to use his submission skills against the wiley Cheez, and the fans in DC are eating it up!

1….

…..LD breaks the hold, and Cheez jerks backwards! LD rolls to his feet, nodding before they circle once more.

Fulton: Does anyone realize that if Cheez pins Dominicus he would be in title contention!

Tucker: What is your problem?
Cheez comes in, and gets caught with an arm drag! Then another! Then a third!


Then one into an armbar, LD rips back on his arm as Cheez strains for the ropes! The referee calls for a break, and Cheez rises holding his arm as LD comes flying back in! But Cheez ducks under him, firing him into the ropes with a dropkick! The fans pop, and Cheez hits the MORPH BALL BOMB!

1….

…..2….

…….KICKOUT!

Torchwood: This match is becoming a classic!

Fulton: It’s a nightmare!

The fans are stomping their feet as Cheez grins at LD, the Vantablack Savior stares at him before he grabs him to fire him into the ropes! BLIND TAG FROM DUNNE!

SPINEBUSTER!

Tucker: LD going for the cover, but the ref waves him off!

LD starts to rise, and is leveled by the charging Glasgow Bull! The fans groan, and Dunne starts kicking and stomping away before he grabs LD to hit the T-bone suplex! LD staggers to his feet, and Dunne snaps him into the corner!

CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!


Fulton: I changed my mind! Love it!

Torchwood: Dunne using his size advantage to overpower LD!

The fans are giving a mixed reaction, and Dunne grabs LD to toss him across his shoulders! He calls for the Well n’ Dunne! But LD slithers free, and drives a boot into Dunne’s gut before hits the IMPLANT DDT!

Dunne is down, and LD leaps onto the ropes!

MOONSAULT!

1….

…..2….

…….DUNNE FLINGS HIM OFF!

LD makes the tag, and Big Bone comes inside to start battering away at the rising Dunne with knees and forearms! The fans are going wild as Dunne shoves him back, and the big men lock up!

Tucker: Looks like we are about to have a hoss fight!

The pair battle back and forth, and then break apart before Dunne delivers a thunderous chop across the chest of Big Bone. Bone staggers back a step, nodding before he points at Dunne. Dunne nods, and then Bone delivers a chop of his own!

Dunne delivers another, and Bone staggers a step before firing off another that makes Dunne stumble. Then Dunne hammers another and another, driving Bone to the ropes! He whips him across the ring, and hits a clothesline that drops Bone!

Fulton: This a lot of firepower!

LD stomps his foot, and Bone starts to rise before Dunne hauls him upwards. Then Bone shoves him back, grabbing his head before he fires off the BONESAW! Dunne drops, and the fans are going wild as Bone points at the ringpost!


Tucker: Big Bone going for the high risk offense!

GIVE THE FROG A BONE!

Torchwood: The Glasgow Bull has been flattened!

COVER!

1….

……

…..2….

……..KICKOUT!

Bone stares as the fans cheer, and then he tags in LD before he drops the rising Dunne with a bicycle kick!

SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Tucker: Dunne has to be finished!

LD rolls him up, and counts with the referee!

1….

…..2….

……CHEEZ MAKES THE SAVE!

Big Bone runs across the ring, lunging for Cheez who rolls to the outside! Lord Dominicus argues with the referee as he tries to get Bone out of the ring. Dunne shakes his head, and starts to crawl for his corner!

Cheez stomps his foot, reaching for the tag before LD runs at Dunne to drop a few elbows before dragging him back to the middle of the ring!

Fulton: Dunne needs to make the tag!

The fans are loving it, and LD locks on the Liontamer! He leans back hard, tightening the hold as Dunne shakes his head trying to get to the ropes! He snarls at the ref, and Cheez stomps his foot as LD struggles to keep the hold on Dunne tries to power free!

Then Dominicus slips, and Dunne dives!

TAG!

Dominicus turns as Cheez comes off the ropes, nailing a dropkick! He grabs him, hitting the JACKBOX DRIVER!

1….

…..2….

……KICKOUT!

The fans are cheering, and LD stares at Cheez before they lock up! They battle back and forth, and then he fires Cheez at the corner! Cheez hits the corner, and staggers back before LD comes off the ropes!

THE DARKNESS!


Tucker: Cheez has been leveled!

Torchwood: LD with the cover!

1….

……2….

……..

……THREE!


Salazar: Your winner and advancing to the finals! BAD TO THE BONE!

The fans are cheering as LD and Big Bone have their arms lifted, and Dunne checks on Cheez. He helps Cheez to his feet, and gives a nod of respect to the masked men before he heads for the back.

Fulton: Donzig is right! The universe hates us!

The backstage area is full of security and referees trying to get between Drake and a battered looking Slam Three! The Empty Hand flings them aside, snarling and spitting as he starts firing off punches into the staggered Slam. He lifts him upwards, and flings him across a catering table as he glares.

Slam the Second runs forward, the living legend trying to calm down the Butcher. But Drake stares at him with a blank expression, and then he buries a boot in the man’s stomach! He flings him across his shoulders, and delivers the REIGNMAKER across an equipment crate. Slam Two curls up, grabbing at his ribs before he drops from the crate to the floor. The fans are booing, and Slam Two starts to rise staring in surprise before a boot cracks across his jaw. Drake stares down at the Slams, and flashes a grin before he walks off.

Medics rush forward, and security calls for help as the camera cuts away.

Match:Kasper Van Zant vs. The Sheik

Fans Bring the Weapons Match

The fans in the seats are all carrying various weapons from chairs, to kendo sticks, and even what appears to be a weed eater and several light tubes! And they are lifting them high, cheering wildly as Frank climbs in the ring.

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a fans bring the weapons match! The match can be won anywhere, and only by pinfall or submission!

Entering first at 200 pounds, she is the Bayou Princess! This is Kasper Van Zant!


www.youtube.com/watch?v=RE5pOoaSBkc

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...waiting...

Tucker: KVZ out for revenge tonight against the Sheik!

Torchwood: Kasper blames the Great King of Terror for his had in losing her WUK Heavyweight Championship!

Tucker: KVZ does not look at all happy after her sneak attack at the hands of the HRC earlier tonight!

Kasper stalks back and forth, glaring up the ramp as she demands the Sheik show himself.

Salazar: And her opponent accompanied by Malcolm Xavier Graves, fighting out of the Empty Quarter at 235 pounds! He is the Great King of Terror, he is The Man from Rub' al Khali! This is the SHEIK!


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The pyros blast along the stage as the fans boo, and the smirking MXG walked from the back. He tucked his cane under his arm, nodding at the ring before he gestured behind him. And the Sheik stalkes out, pausing to point upwards before he shoved past Graves to head for the ring. His eyes wild as he pointed at KVZ, snarling.

Fulton: That man scares the fuck out of me!

Torchwood: All of MXG’s hype aside, the Sheik is one of the most dangerous men in the XHF! He could very well be the greatest pure combat athlete in the world!

KVZ charges across the ring suddenly, diving between the ropes to tackle the Sheik! The fans explode, and she is back on her foot storming back and forth before she grabs a kendo stick with light tubs duct taped around it from the fans. She held it high, and then ran forward to crack across the back of the rising Sheik!


Blood ran over where as white dust and broken glass gleamed on his back, he howled dropping back to his knees. And Kasper hammered him twice more before she planted a knee between his shoulders, the stick across his throat as she choked him.

Tucker: Kasper Van Zant out for blood!

Torchwood: She is matching the Sheik’s ferocity!

Kasper drags Sheik upwards, and she nods at the fans before she drops them both to the floor with a Russian Leg Sweep! The fans cheer, and they sprawl before they start to rise as Graves yells at the Sheik! Kasper is thrown backwards by the Sheik, and bounces against the edge of the apron!


Fulton: The Sheik firing back!

The Sheik grabbed Kasper, and bounced her head off the ring stairs before he whipped her at the barricade! She sprawled against it, and he looked around wildly before he grabbed a cheese grater! He ran at her, grinding it across her forehead as she howled. He stepped over her, locking her arms as he ground it against her.

Blood flowed, and he flung the grater aside before he started to hammer at her bleeding forehead.

The fans were booing.

Torchwood: The Sheik has busted Kasper open! Blood everywhere!

Tucker: Kasper could be in trouble!

The former WUK Champ is tossed across the stairs, and stumbles against the barricade as she starts to rise. But the Sheik comes off the stairs, hitting her with a leg drop that knocks her to the floor once more!

He kicks his foot, holding his leg before he stumbles to his feet. Graves yells at him, pointing angrily!

Fulton: MXG wants more punishment on KVZ!

The Sheik grabs a chair wrapped in barbed wire from the fans, and he stomps towards the rising Kasper. But she turns and fires off a back elbow that sends the chair into the face of the Sheik! He staggers back, and the chair drops before Kasper grabs it up!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

The Sheik’s head is busted open, blood rolling down his face as he staggers forward. Kasper starts hammering away at him, and grabs another light tube from the fans! Glass and dust fly as the Sheik drops back against the ring!

Tucker: This is carnage! I can’t believe what I am seeing!

Torchwood: These two are intent on ripping each other apart!

Kasper grabs Sheik and fires him inside of the ring, and rolls in after him. The Great King of Terror rises, blood dripping from him as he wiped a hand across his face. Then the Bayou Princess snaps him at the ropes, hitting a Spinebuster!

COVER!

1…..

…..2….

……KICKOUT!

Tucker: The Sheik is rising!

Kasper fires off the Jawclacker, and the Sheik steps aside! He kicks her as she turns back, nailing a DDT! The fans groan, and the Sheik snarls before Graves throws him that barbed wire chair again! He goes to the apron, and then leaps across the ropes to deliver a leg drop!

Torchwood: NO!


Blood flows, and the Sheik kicks his foot as he holds at his bleeding leg. His eyes glazed as Graves hits the mat, urging him onward as he crawls across the mat towards Kasper. He covers her limply, and the ref drops!

1……

……2….

…….

…..KICKOUT!

The fans explode!

Tucker: KVZ is not staying down!

Fulton: This is insane!

The Sheik fumes, snarling before he runs across the ring to deliver a sliding dropkick that sends KVZ to the outside! She lands in a heap, starting to rise before the Sheik rips a bag from the fans. He dumps it out on the floor, and a rain of tacks tumbles everywhere!

Torchwood: This is too much!

Fulton: These fans are sick!

The Sheik grabs Kasper, and hits a scoop piledriver! Blood flows once more, and tacks cover KVZ as she sprawls on the mat. The fans are booing, and the Sheik snarls as he shoves them back as he leaps onto the barricade.

Tucker: He can’t be serious!

Graves tries to get the Sheik down, but he kicks him aside.

MOONSAULT!

The Sheik holds at his ribs, shaking his head before he makes the cover!

1….

……2…..

…….

……..THHHHHHHRRRRR—------KICKOUT!

Fulton: KASPER STAY DOWN!

Tucker: NEVER!

The Great King of Terror rises, bleeding and with tacks sticking out of his sides and ribs. He stumbles, and holds at his side as he shakes his head. Then he grabs the referee, snarling at him as he shakes him back and forth. The fans are furious, and then KVZ rises.

She spins the Sheik around, and fires off straight hard lefts that rock him backwards. Then she grabs him as he leans on the barricade, and hits the GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB ONTO THE TACKS! The Sheik snarls, and starts to rise before Kasper grabs the weed eater.

A yank to the cord, and another, and a third! It cames to life, and she snaps him across his back! Blood flies, and the Sheik screams as he drops once more as he holds at the barricade before the weed eater is lashed over him again!

Torchwood: How is the Sheik standing!

Kasper hammers the weed eater across his shoulders again and again, and then she flings it aside!

GERMAN!

GERMAN!

GERMAN!

Tucker: This has to be over!

Kasper staggers, and then drops for the cover.

1…..

……2….

……Graves kicks her off, and the fans boo as he smacks at her with his cane. Kasper flings it aside, and grabs him by the jacket as the fans are going wild. She shakes her head, and then lifts him into the air!

GORILLA PRESS INTO THE FRONT ROW!

Fulton: You can’t do that to MXG!

Kasper turns, and is leveled with the SCIMITAR!

The fans boo, and the Sheik flings her inside before he grabs the ringstairs to throw them inside. And he rips a barbed wire wrapped bundle of light tubes from the fans before he rolls inside, and he points at her with it! She rises, and he cracks it across her head! Blood and broken glass fly, and Kasper drops as the Sheik snarls at the fans.

Torchwood: This has to be over!

Tucker: Kasper is a bleeding mess!

The Sheik wipes blood from his face, and he grabs Kasper to drag her over to ringstairs. He calls for the scoop piledriver as the fans boo, they jeer as he steps onto it with a wicked grin! And he starts to yank her over, but Kasper rises to fling him over her shoulders!

Fulton: NO! NO!

DISASSOCIATION ONTO THE STAIRS!

The fans are goin wild, and the Sheik sprawls as Kasper stumbles before she throws a fist in the air. She drops back, shaking he head as he starts to rise before she runs forward with a roar.

SKULL KICK!

COVER!

……….1……

…….

……2…..

…….THREE!

Tucker: Kasper Van Zant has conquered her demons! She has pinned the Sheik!

Torchwood: Unbelievable display of courage from KVZ! Especially after the attack by the High Rollers earlier this evening!

Fulton: That was awesome!

Tucker: This match?


Fulton: Sure, that too!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Salt and Pepper vs. Watts & Jordan

People’s Choice: WUK Tag Team Championship Contender Match

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a number one contender’s match for the WUK Tag Team Championships!

Entering first, they are the team of Maxine Salt and Pepper Hutchinson! This is Salt and Pepper!

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCCK9-buoEk

Whatever joy or life that was inside tonight's audience seems to grind to a halt as the slowness of this song appears to drain the life out of the crowd as two complete nobodies appear on stage. These nobodies, a pair of women, are Maxine Salt and Pepper Hutchinson as they look at each other for a moment, fist bump each other and begin to head down the ramp way. Without acknowledging the crowd around them they reach ringside, roll under the bottom rope together and get up before facing the hardcam and lifting both fists up in the air. They even stood still for a few seconds before going to the ropes furthest away from the ring and sit on the bottom rope together as they stare up towards the stage.

The fans of course, pop everyone loves Salt and Pepper!

Fulton: Yes, sir!


Tucker: Would you stop!

The pair head for the middle of the ring, and Frank continues.

Salazar: Entering the ring at this time at a combined weight of 460 pounds! They are the team of Kalmin Watts, and the ‘Role Model’ Anthony Jordan!


The fans cheer, and a blast of pyros hits as what sounds oddly like ‘Evenflow’ blasts over the arena. The pair walk from the back amidst a spray of pyros, Watts jumps up and down before he walks back and forth urging the fans onward. Jordan stares at the ring, nodding slowly before he fist bumps as they head down the ramp.

Torchwood: Salt and Pepper giving up a lot of size against two very dangerous technical wrestlers, both of whom have been world champions!

Fulton: Salt and Pepper got this! I believe in Salt and Pepper!

Watts looks to start, and Salt shakes her head as she walks to the middle of the ring. The ref calls for the bell, and Watts seems bemused before Salt starts firing stiff kicks into his legs and sides. Watts covers up backing up a step before he is caught with a dropkick that rocks him into the ropes.

The fans cheer, and Salt goes to whip him at the ropes!

REVERSE!


Tucker: Salt pressed her luck!

Watts fires Salt into the air with a belly to belly suplex, and she rises holding her back. She shakes her head and rolls for her corner, tagging in a rather reluctant looking Pepper. But she comes inside, and dodges a few grabs from Watts!

DROPKICK TO HIS BACK!

Watts stumbles, and drops across the middle rope! And Pepper stares before she runs backwards, and comes flying across the ring before delivering the Tiger Feint Kick! The fans cheer, and Pepper dives for the cover!

1…..

Watts flings her off, and rises with a frown.

Fulton: Close! So close!

Tucker: No, not really!

Watts goes for the tag, and Pepper tags back in Salt! Jordan comes in the ring, shaking his head before he turns to be leveled with the HEART BREAK KICK! Jordan shakes his head, starting to rise before Salt hammers into his face with the STARLIGHT KICK!

His head snaps back, and he drops as Watts calls to him! Salt pauses, grinning as she poses for the crowd before she nods at Pepper before diving for the cover!

AJ flings her off, and the Role Model rises with an angry scowl before he grabs Salt as she rises! GUTWRENCH SUPLEX! The fans explode, and Salt staggers upwards only to be grabbed by AJ once more!

GERMAN SUPLEX!

Torchwood: Jordan showing no mercy!

The fans are cheering as Salt shakes her head, crawling for her corner before the Role Model yanks her upwards! And he nails the Presumptuous Plex!

Cover!

1….

……2…..

……..THREE!

Salazar: Your winners and new number one contenders! Watts and Jordan!

Match: Bad to the Bone vs. Cryptid Cabal

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the finals of the North American Cup, and the WUK Tag Team Championships! Entering first at a combined weight of 460 pounds! They are the team of the WUK Heavyweight Champion, the REAL Lord Dominicus and Big Bone!


This is Bad to the Bone!

‘Metropolis (Metal Remix) blasts across the Capital One Center, and the fans cheer as the Domini-cruiser revs its engines as it comes down alongside the ramp. The car halts, and the engines roar once more before the door open as Big Bone steps out.

Then LD climbs out the other side, and holds the WUK belt high in one hand before the pair head for the ring.

Fulton: I am disgusted by this.

The fans are cheering and Frank continues.

Salazar: Their opponents fighting out of Midian at 509 pounds! Representing the Nightbreed, they are Arvind Shakar and Black Phillip! They are the Cryptid Cabal!

The fans cheer as the Cryptid Cabal appear on the ramp, Black Phillip storming down the ramp as Shakar follows after him. The Devil Goat leaps onto the apron, stepping over the ropes as he stalks towards the WUK Champion. Big Bone steps in front of him, and the pair stare each other down as Shakar removes his mask atop the turnbuckle.

Then the ref calls for the bell with Big Bone and Phillip starting.

Tucker: This is going to be a hoss fight!

The pair start trading punches in the center of the ring, with Big Bone finally stumbling back. But Phillip grabs him, firing him at the ropes! Big Bone counters and Phillip comes flying off the ropes to be caught with a bicycle kick! Phillip staggers, and Big Bone hits him with another that drops the Devil Goat to one knee.

Tag!

Lord Dominicus wastes no time, coming inside before he charges across the ring! SHINING WIZARD!

The fans explode as Phillip drops, and LD makes the cover!

1….

…….LD is flung aside!

Torchwood: The sheer power of Black Phillip even after being in two all out wars this evening is amazing!

Tucker: The Vantablack Savior looks stunned!

Dominicus shakes his head, and steps over Phillip’s shoulder to lock on a stretch! The fans are eating up as LD strains to keep it locked on, but Phillip starts to rise slowly lifting the Champion into the air.

And he drops backwards, and the place is on its feet!

Dominicus starts to rise, but the Devil Goat grabs him to fire off a bucklebomb!

Torchwood: Dominicus looks hurt and is enemy territory!

Fulton: Oh, no.

Tag! The Owlman of Cornwall comes inside, and starts delivering precision strikes to the head and body of LD before the ref calls him off. He nods, taking a step back as LD staggers from the corner.

DROPKICK!

LD falls to the outside, and Arvind Shakar runs backwards as he ignores the ref!

SUICIDE DIVE!

Tucker: High risk offense here in DC!

Torchwood: The Champion looks dazed!

Arvind delivers a few kicks to the side of LD’s head as he tries to rise, and then he grabs him to drop his back across the apron! The fans groan, and the Vantablack Savior is tossed inside! He starts to crawl for his corner, and Arvind rolls back inside before popping up!

Torchwood: Arvind looking for the Talon!

Lord Dominicus dodges the blow, and comes up on his Swinging Neckbreaker on Shakar! Both men are down, and the fans are going wild as Big Bone stomps his foot and reaches across the ropes as LD starts to crawl for the corner.

Arvind rolls towards his own, and the fans are on their feet!

BOTH TAG!

Fulton: Here we go again!

The pair meet in the middle of the ring, and they start trading blows once more! Black Phillip and Big Bone firing strikes at each other before Black Phillip delivers headbutt that staggers Big Bone. He stumbles, and then grabs Phillip’s hand!

WISHBONE!

Phillip jerks his hand back, and then roars forward to be caught with the Bonesaw! The fans are eating it up, and Big Bone tags LD!

The pair launch Phillip at the ropes, and hit a double backdrop on the rebound!

COVER!

1….

…..2….

…….KICK OUT!

Tucker: The Devil Goat is too strong!

The fans are going wild as Phillip rises, and LD stares at him as he kicks him in the head a few times before he grabs his legs! Looking on the LIONTAMER! The fans are cheering as he wrenches back, shaking his head as Phillip strains to escape!

Then he bursts free, and levels LD with a Clothesline from Hell as he rises! The Champion is turned inside out! Big Bone stomps his foot calling for Dominicus!

Fulton: Oh, so sad!

Tucker: Would you stop!

The Dark Lord is dragged into the Cryptid corner, and Phillip tags in Arvind! Then he climbs the turnbuckle as the Owlman climbs onto his shoulders!

Torchwood: If they hit this it is all over!

MOONCRASH!


BUT LD ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

Arvind staggers to his feet, and LD is waiting! Flipping belly to back suplex!

Phillip comes off the ropes with a roar, and Big Bone charges across the ring to deliver the Bone Saw! Phillip staggers, and LD hits a huge dropkick that sends him to the outside! Then he turns his attention to Arvind as Big Bone goes after Phillip on the outside!

DDT!

Cover!

…..1….

…..2…

…..FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Tucker: LD almost stole that one!

Torchwood: Arvind’s ring awareness was too much!

The fans are cheering both teams as LD stares at the referee, and the brawl on the outside dies off as Black Phillip leans across the ropes. Big Bone glares at him, and Dominicus gets Shakar back up. He fires off a few chops, and then snaps him at the ropes!

But Shakar hits the ropes, and comes off with the CROWN OF STOLAS!

COVER!

1…..

…..2…

…..KICKOUT!


Fulton: Dominicus too stupid to stay down!

The Champion starts for his corner, and Arvind grabs at his legs! But LD fires a few kicks at his head, before he lunges to tag Big Bone!

Big Bone charges across the ring, hitting Shakar with the Bonesaw! The fans groan, and the Owl Man is down! Big Bone yanks him upwards, and delivers ROLL THE BONES!

Torchwood: Big Bone wasting no time!

Tucker: This could be over!


COVER!

1….

……2…

…..KICKOUT!

Fulton: Thank god!

Tucker: Would you stop!

The fans are eating in DC as Big Bone drags Shakar upwards, and Shakar jerks backwards to deliver the RECOIL! Big Bone stumbles, and is fired at the ropes!

ROYAL INVERT!

TAG!

Torchwood: Here comes the Devil Goat

Phillip drops to a crouch in the corner, stomping his foot as he glares at the rising Big Bone!

GORE!

The fans cheer, and Big Bone is broken in half as Black Phillip covers!

1….

…..2….

……..

……LD makes the save, kicking Black Phillip aside! The Goat rises, eyes blazing as he shoves the ref aside to grab for LD who narrowly escapes! Big Bone crawls upwards, and he tries to lift him for a back drop! Lord Dominicus joins, and the pair drop Phillip as LD rolls to the outside!

COVER!

1….

…..2….

……..KICKOUT!

The fans pop, and the monstrous Black Phillip rises again before he grabs for Big Bone! Lord Dominicus rolls inside, and then is caught by Arvind Shakar! The fans are going wild as all four brawl in the ring, ignoring the referee before Lord Dominicus is knocked aside. Arvind goes after him, but gets the DICK PUNCH as the referee is distracted!

Big Bone is flung backwards, the referee dropping with him! And is caught with the FEAST OF A THOUSAND YOUNG!

Torchwood: Black Phillip manhandling Big Bone!

The Devil Goat throws back his head with a roar, and turns only to be leveled with the Midnight Claw Gauntlet across his jaw! The fans gasp, and he drops as he is made another victim of the Vantablack Punch!

Tucker: I don’t think even Black Phillip can get up from that!

Dominicus grabs the rising Big Bone, pointing at the ropes before he darts back to batter a few quick knees into the rising Shakar! And Big Bone climbs the ropes, before he leaps off to GIVE THE FROG A BONE!


The ref rolls over, still dazed as he makes the count!

COVER!

1….

……2….

……KICKOUT!

Fulton: I can’t believe it!

Torchwood: This is chaos!

Black Phillip rises, shaking his head to clear it before he grabs Big Bone! He bucklebombs him into the corner, and then Shakar runs forward to deliver a shotgun dropkick! Big Bone staggers from the corner, and Shakar goes to the outside.

Phillip fires him across the ring, BLIND TAG FROM LD!

Tucker: Phillip missed the tag!

Torchwood: Shakar trying to tell him!

GORE!

LD dives across the ropes, and catches the Devil Goat with the DARKNESS!

COVER!

1….

…..2….

……..Shakar dives across the ring, but comes up just short!

…….THREE!

The fans explode, and Shakar shakes his head as LD rises with his arms spread wide.

Salazar: The winners of the NORTH AMERICAN CUP and NEW WUK Tag Team Champions! BAD TO THE BONE!

Torchwood: What an unbelievable match!

Fulton: I am in Hell, Donzig killed me and I don’t remember it, and I am in Hell!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Donzig vs. Bloodied Fox

Hell in a Cell for Number One Contender to the WUK Heavyweight Championship

Lights flash and there is a blast of pyros as the monstrous structure of the Hell in a Cell starts to lower from the ceiling. The WUK crew gathered around to help secure it in place, and the fans are going wild.

Salazar: The following contest is the main event! And is the HELL IN A CELL! The winner of this match will face the WUK Heavyweight Champion at Battle of Britain III!

The fans cheer, and Frank nods as the crew scrambles.

Salazar: Entering first out of Reading, Berkshire, England! He is the Bloody Rainmaker! Weighing in at 206 pounds, 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.

The fans are going wild as Fox walks back and forth, staring at the Cell with a slow nod.

Tucker: These fans in DC are going wild for this man, he is a living legend of the XHF! One of the most decorated champions in the history of the Network! But Fox is here for a war!

Fulton: Bloodied Fox knows what is at stake here tonight!

Torchwood: An ocean of bad blood surrounds this cell, and we are on the edge of Donzig vs. Fox II!

Tucker: For the first time in nearly four years, these two will face off one on one!

Salazar: And his opponent, fighting out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 210 pounds! They call him the Scourge, he is the New God of Xtreme! He is Donzig-gun!

This is DONZIG!

The lights go down, and a voice speaks in the darkness.

‘I am anti-life. The Beast of Judgment. The dark at the end of all things.

The end of universes, gods, worlds….of everything.’

Flames flare as the drums start, the light flashing across the screen as the flames grow higher and higher as the sound grows. And then with a roar of flames leaping into the air, the Scourge sweeps from the back. His coat snapping and swirling, his head tilting beneath his hood as the flames gleam across the mask.

He stares at the cell, and then starts down the ramp.

Tucker: And what will you be then, Dream-lord?

Fulton: What?

Tucker: Nothing.

Donzig stares at the cell, slowly circling around it before he cocks his head. He pulls off his mask, and hands it away before he steps through the door as he shrugs off his coat. He bangs the door shut behind him, and the crew start to lock it.

His eyes locked on Fox who stares back.

Torchwood: Two of the greatest competitors in all of the XHF are about to destroy each other in Washington DC!

Fulton: What does Fox need to do to win this match, Sir Arthur?

Torchwood: Fox needs to keep on Donzig, he can’t let up for a minute, he needs to punish Donzig. The Scourge doesn’t seem to feel pain, and is unstoppable once he starts to roll.

Tucker: And Donzig?

Torchwood: He has to stay out of his own way, Donzig has to avoid making any mistakes, or giving Fox a single opening! Fox knows what Donzig is capable of, and what he will do if he loses his temper! And he is waiting for it!

Donzig stomps up the stairs, and he jabs a finger at Fox. Fox nods, and rolls his shoulders before the referee looks back and forth. Then he calls for the bell!

Fox comes in fast, throwing stiff punches and kicks before he fires Donzig at the ropes! DROPKICK! The fans explode, and Donzig starts to rise before Fox is on him with Kawada Kicks! Battering away at the Scourge before he yanks him upwards!

Donzig is fired into the corner, and Fox nails a superkick as he stumbles out! The fans are going wild, and Fox drops back in the corner.

Tucker: Fox is bringing the fire early in this match!

Fulton: Donzig is already getting up!

Fox comes flying from the corner, hitting a penalty kick! Donzig is down, and the fans are going wild as Fox comes in with a shake of his head. Donzig is laughing that weird laugh as he shoves himself upwards, and he fairly leaps at Fox!

Torchwood: Fox needs to keep distance!

Donzig drags him down, grabbing his head with both hands to bounce it against the mat. Battering away at him before he rises, and he shakes his head before he turns to grab Fox’s hair to pull him upwards!

DDT!

The fans groan, and Fox is starting to rise before Donzig starts battering kicks into his sides and ribs before he hauls him to his feet again!

Tucker: Donzig firing back!

Fulton: This is going to get ugly!

Donzig fires Fox at the ropes, and Fox comes off the ropes before hitting the back elbow! Donzig drops, and Fox hits the ropes once more to nail another Penalty Kick across the chest of the Scourge!

Torchwood: Did you hear that crack!

COVER!

1…..

……KICKOUT!

Fulton: Kickout from Donzig!

Torchwood: Fox trying to make Donzig waste energy to kick out!

The fans are going wild as Fox picks Donzig up, and fires him at the ropes! Donzig reverses, and Fox hits the ropes before he is nailed with a ripcord knee that sends him to the outside! The fans groan, and Fox sprawls between the cell and the ring! Donzig is on the apron, and he howls before running along the apron!

He makes the guns, screaming BANG! BANG!

And the crashes down on the rising Fox, the fans cheer as Donzig hauls himself up the cell. His eyes wild as he rakes a hand through his beard, then he turns to stare at Fox.

Tucker: Who does being on the outside favor, Sir Arthur?

Torchwood: Donzig is a brawler at heart, lad!

Donzig stomps away at Fox, grabbing the cage before climbing slightly to drop back down on him. He curses and snarls, and then grabs Fox to drag his face back and forth across the steel fencing as the fans boo and jeer. Blood flows, and he plants a boot between Fox’s shoulders to push and grind him against the cell!

Fulton: Donzig is going wild!

Torchwood: This is what he needs to avoid, lad!

Donzig snarls, and grabs Fox to bite at his eyebrow! Ripping and tearing as Fox tries to fight him off before he is bounced against the chain links a few more times. Then he drops back after placing Fox against one of the heavy steel supports, eyes wild as he looks around.

Tucker: No!

Donzig charges, knee aimed at Fox’s head!

BUT FOX MOVES!

Donzig slams into the metal beam, and stagges back with a surprised look! Fox grabs him, and drops him hard against the apron of the ring! Donzig’s back arches and he drops, holding at his back before Fox starts kicking and stomping away at him. Fox grabs Donzig, lifting him across his shoulder before he runs at the cell!

DONZIG CRASHES INTO IT! FOX DOES IT AGAIN!

AND DONZIG IS BLEEDING!

The fans are going wild, and Fox grabs him by the beard.

Torchwood: Fox has busted the Scourge open!

Fox hauls Donzig upwards, and smacks him against the apron a few times before he flings him inside of the ring. He nods at the fans, and then climbs inside as he crouches down waiting for Donzig to rise. Donzig pushes himself to his knees, and shakes his head before Fox charges!

VISCERAL!

COVER!

1…..

…..2….

…….KICKOUT!

Fulton: Close! So close!

Tucker: Fox doesn’t seem surprised!

Torchwood: Fox knows this will be a marathon, lad!

Fox shakes his head, and moves to lock on the Lament Configuration! But Donzig manages to escape, shaking him off as he rolls to the outside! Fox goes after him, and Donzig locks on the Sicilian Claw as he comes through the ropes!

Tucker: Fox is caught by the claw!


Fulton: Donzig ripping him from the ring!

Fox sprawls as Donzig yanks him to the outside, and he looks around wildly before he digs under the ring. And then he rips something free, and holds it high overhead. It’s a bat wrapped in barbed wire, and he lowers it as the fans boo.

His hand swipes upwards, and flames erupt.

Tucker: Fox look out!

Torchwood: Lightbringer!

The bat is spun in a swirl of flames, and Donzig cracks it across Fox’s back! And then again!

A third time, and Fox is holding onto the chainlink fence as he shakes his head. The bat slashes across him again, and then Donzig rips him from the cell to fling him inside. Then he climbs the ringpost with the bat, and comes flying off with the burning barbed wire wrapped weapon at his chest!

Fulton: Fox has to be dead!

The fans are booing and jeering, and Donzig makes the cover!

1…..

……2…..

……

…….KICKOUT!

Tucker: HOW?!?

Torchwood: I don’t believe it!


Donzig stares at the ref, then Fox, then back to the ref. And his eyes narrow as he rises, and he grabs the man by his shirt. Choking him as he snarls and spits before he shoves him backwards!

EVENT HORIZON!

Fulton: Another fine!

Donzig hisses, eyes wild as he looks around before he grabs Fox’s legs. He stomps at his knees, and then locks on the Pennsylvania Cloverleaf! He tightens the hold, leaning back hard as Fox shakes his head with a look of agony! He grabs for the ropes, and shakes his head as Donzig keeps wrenching away!

Then Fox grabs Lightbringer, and swings it back over his head! Donzig drops, falling to his hands and knees as both men are down!

Tucker: All hell is breaking loose!

The fans are on their feet as Donzig rises slowly, and his eyes are wild as he wipes blood from his face. His eyes narrowed on the door of the cell as the referees are fighting with the lock. He watches them frowning before his head slowly tilts to stare at Fox as he hauls himself to his feet.

Fulton: Donzig has that look in his eyes.

Tucker: He has checked out.

Torchwood: This is exactly what I was talking about!

The Scourge charges at Fox, howling for blood as he drives a stiff knee into his stomach. He rips him from the ropes, cursing and ranting before he fires him at the ropes once more! Facebuster across the knee, Fox is down as another referee slides into the ring to check on his comrade.

Donzig charges at him, snapping a kick across his face. The referee sprawls in a heap before he starts to rise, and Donzig grabs him to rip him upwards!

REAPER’S TOUCH!

The referees outside yell, and try to get Donzig back from their comrades as he stares at them with a horrible grin splayed over his face.

Tucker: Someone needs to stop him.

Fulton: Go ahead, I will wait here!

Bloodied Fox shakes his head, and blood runs across his face as he drags himself back to his feet. And Donzig whirls around, and hammers gut into his stomach before he hits the EVENT HORIZON!

Fox drops, and Donzig stares out across the fans before he stalks back and forth. His arms spread, and he roars.

Donzig: ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?

The fans boo, and Donzig rakes a hand through his beard as he laughs. Then he pauses, turning to see Fox hauling himself up the ropes. The Bloody Rainmaker stares at Donzig as blood runs across his face, and he smirks before he lifts a hand to motion him on.

DC is on it’s feet, roaring in one voice.

Fans: FOX! FOX! FOX! FOX!

Tucker: Fox defying the New God of Extreme!

Fulton: I can’t believe what I am seeing!

Donzig stares at him, and his eyes widen slightly as he steps away from the ropes. His head tilts, and then his cheek twitches before he spits. A hand lifting to wipe across his mouth, and Fox takes a step forward with a grin of his own.

Torchwood: This man Bloodied Fox is not backing down! He is not afraid of Donzig!

Fans on the Right: BLOODIED!

Fans on the Left: FOX!

Fans on the Right: BLOODIED!

Fans on the Left: FOX!

Fox smiles, and he motions again as he takes another step.

Fulton: He’s insane!

Tucker: Bloody, burned, and UNBROKEN! FOX IS NOT BACKING DOWN!

Donzig shakes, and his eyes narrow before he flies across the ring. Fox starts hammering away at him, the pair trading hard blows as they fight back and forth. The place is going wild before they groan as Donzig hammers a knee upwards, and he cracks a few blows across the back of Fox! Then he goes to whip Fox into the ropes, but Fox reverses!

SPRINGBOARD EVENT HORIZON!

Fulton: This has to be over!


The fans groan, and Donzig grabs a referee to drag him across the ring. He flings him down beside Fox, and then makes the cover.

1….

…..2…

……

…….TTTTTTHHHHHRRRR–KICKOUT!

KICKOUT!

The ref holds up two fingers, cowering on the mat as Donzig stares at him. The Scourge looks bewildered, and shakes his head before he slowly rolls to his feet. He tugs at his beard, and shakes his head as he stares out at the fans.

Tucker: Donzig in disbelief!

Torchwood: In almost four years very few people have escaped the Event Horizon!

Fans: TWO! TWO! TWO!

Donzig delivers a brutal stomp to the referee, and then stares as Fox starts to shove himself upwards. And he drops to a knee, motioning for Donzig to bring it before falling forward only to rise once more.

Tucker: How is Fox doing this?

Torchwood: Donzig can’t believe what is happening!

Donzig indeed can not.

He grabs Fox, and hammers a few stiff blows across his back before he fires him at the ropes. A hard clothesline sends Fox across the ropes to the outside, and he rolls out after him even as the fans are chanting for Fox as he hauls himself up the fence.

Fox’s eyes are glazed, but he grins as he starts to laugh.

Fulton: Is he laughing?

Tucker: As someone once said: We only say one thing to the God of Death: Not Today!

Donzig shakes his head, and starts battering away at Fox with hard stiff punches before he drags him across the steel! He yanks him away, and hits the Reaper’s Touch! Fox sprawls, and Brendan Harding is at the door.

He argues with the referees, yelling for his husband before Donzig freezes. Blood dripping down his face as his head tilts, eyes narrowed on Harding. Then he runs at the door, and drives a boot into it!

Referees go flying as Donzig barrels through it, and he kicks them aside as he grabs Harding. He curses, and roars before he starts throwing punches. But Harding starts firing back, and they battle back and forth as the Capitol One center is going insane.

Fans: WUK! WUK! WUK!

Torchwood: Donzig taking out his frustrations on Harding to get to Fox!

Tucker: That is exactly what he is doing!

Donzig is battering away at Harding, screaming a string of obscenities before he flings him against the side of the cage. He shoves a referee, and hauls him upwards to drag Harding around the ring. He bounces his head against the announce table, hammering away at him before he drags him backwards.

Harding throws himself forward, shoving Donzig across the table as he fires forearm after forearm into the face of the Scourge! The announce team scatters.

Fulton: Everyone has gone insane!

Donzig laughs, and sprawls over the table as Harding keeps throwing punches.

Fans: HARDING! HARDING! HARDING!

Brendan drags Donzig from the table, nodding before Donzig shoves him backwards. And his head draws back before snapping forward with a spray of black. Harding staggers back, grabbing at his face and eyes as he lashed out blindly.

Donzig leans on the table, bleeding and wild eyes before he rips the headset from Sir Arthur.

Donzig: ‘The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes’

The headset is flung back, and Donzig batters away at Harding! He rips a chair from the front row, and levels it across Harding’s back!

ONCE! TWICE! THREE TIMES!

He rears back once more, and charges forward at Harding who finally manages to duck behind him!

MAGIC BULLET!

Tucker: Harding on pure instinct!

Donzig drops against the side of the cage, and Harding staggers before he starts to stomp at him. Then he starts to climb the cage, clearly trying to separate himself from the Scourge. The fans are going wild, and Donzig rises before he starts to climb after him. Though it seems even Donzig is starting to slow down.

Torchwood: Donzig seems to have forgotten Fox!

Tucker: This is incredibly dangerous!

Harding staggers to his feet, leaning on the supports on top of the cell as he rubs at his black streaked face. And he stomps away at Donzig who drags himself upwards, and gets kicked a few times. Then Donzig grabs a leg, yanking Harding off his feet before he climbs over him.

And he starts raining punches and forearms of his own, ranting and roaring before he leans down to bite and tear at him. Then he hauls Harding upwards, and hits the Reaper’s Touch!

The fans groan, and a few ties on the roof give way!

Fulton: This is insane!

Tucker: Harding is in trouble atop the Cell!

Donzig hisses, and grabs Harding to drag him across the top of the cell. He hauls him to his feet, laughing wildly as he looks towards the edge. And the place is going wild, and Donzig smacks him a few times before he looks in his eyes.

Harding flips him off!

Torchwood: Harding is a madman!

Fulton: He gives no fucks!

Donzig stares, and yanks him closer to the edge.

And then the roof comes off the Capitol One center as Fox appears behind Donzig. The fans explode, and Fox nods as Donzig turns to stare at him with wild eyes. He steps back, head tilting as confusion and rage battle in his gaze before he flings Harding aside to stalk towards Fox.

MDK!

Donzig drops, nearly falling from the cell! And the place is going wild, as Harding drags himself upwards. Fox stares at Donzig, and then drops back before he runs forward across the top of the cell!

VISCERAL!

Donzig flies from the edge of the Cell, and the announce table explodes in a cloud of wreckage. The announcers scramble, and the referees all run forward as Fox stares down at him. Harding shakes his head, rising.

Fulton: Is this on? I can’t hear anyone!

Tucker: Donzig is broken in half! I think Sir Arthur’s mic is broken!

Donzig twitches, a hand lifting before it drops once more. Harding is trying to pull Fox back, but the Bloody Rainmaker stares at his husband before he leaps off the Cell! His elbow aimed at the heart of darkness! The table buckles as he crashes down, and Harding starts to climb down yelling for Fox!

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Tucker: Fox has the cover!

The referees are staring before Praline kicks aside the broken table, and dives!

1….

……2….

……THREE!

Medics run for the table, shoving aside the referees as they try to get to Donzig and Fox. Harding pushes them aside, and grabs for Fox! The medics try to yank him back as they try to get a collar on Fox, and he pushes them back as Harding helps him rise.

The fans explode as the bleeding Fox leans on Harding, his arm limp as he nods slowly. Then he motions, ad Harding drags him over to Salazar. Fox grabs the mic, and leans down still hanging onto Harding as he looks at Donzig.

Bloodied Fox: Hope.

He tosses the mic into the hands of the stricken looking Sinclair Godfrey, who glares at him with tears in her eyes. And then Harding and Fox limp up the ramp, Fox nodding at the fans as they pass by.

The medics meanwhile are digging Donzig from the wreckage as Sinclair yells at them.

Tucker: This is Jeremy Tucker for WUK! On behalf of Sir Athur and Fulton, good night!