Legacy 28: Fallout in Fulham

[Mr. Blood]

Legacy 28: Fallout in Fulham

Live from Craven Cottage, August 26th, 2024

Mr. Blood: No one gets through this door.

Blood said to the ring of security, heavily armed in SWAT gear around the door. They nodded at him, the group of men standing in a grim line along either side of the door. He glared at them once more, and then waved a hand.

His nephew pushed him down the hall, two of the security men following behind him.

The fans cheer as ‘Money’ blasts across the arena, and then two security men in suits step from the back. Flanking the owner of the WUK in his wheelchair, and pushing the chair was of course his nephew, Tony Blood.

Mister Blood lifted a hand, and he nodded as he looked around before he called for a mic.

Mr. Blood: We are on the road to Battle of Britain III! And tonight inside that ring we will have a WUK Tag Team Title match! We will see Bloodied Fox in action!

And Donzig will face off against a mystery opponent! If that man wins, he will receive a future X-Crown Championship match! A former X-Crown Champion, a man who has worn gold across the XHF!

Tucker: Major news from Mister Blood!

Torchwood: Donzig is going to be livid!

Fulton: Word on the street is that it’s someone Donzig hates.

Tucker: It is amazing how little that narrows it down.

(The Dark Stars are in the locker room and are waiting to leave for their match with the Titled Cartridges. The Dark Novas are with them and there is a different look on The Dark Stars expressions which shows a much darker and angrier look never seen from them. The door opens and Kate Moss enters the locker room.)

Katie Moss: "Are the Dark Stars okay."

Commandrix: "They are more than that Kate Moss. The Dark Stars are ready for war with The Titled Cartridges and believe me this will be no game."

Katie Moss: "You seem to be changing and the ringsiders have been noticing and reacting to your sudden change."

Niko: "First off Katie Moss. The Dark Stars have always given the ringsiders what they wanted and that was good matches. We always showed the ringsiders and our true fans who appreciate our work in the ring that we never let them down."

Kono: "Yet there are those so-called hanger ons as your world call them. There are those who say they are fans of ours but when they see us lose a match. They aren't there to show appreciation for our efforts and then criticize or trash us in their posts."

Niko: "Now to those who do that you shall see how it feels to see this change in us. Lets see how you feel when we show our change and then see if they appreciate us after we rip out the innards of Cheez's game cartridge and spear The Glasgow Bull like a matador."

Kono: "This is going to be the start of The Dark Stars rising not matter how anyone appreciates it. Our true ringside fans shall appreciate us and to those who claim to be our fans. You shall see what you have brought upon yourselves and our opponents."

Commandrix: "Right now we have business in the ring."

(The Dark Stars and Dark Novas leave the locker room.)

Katie Moss: "The Dark Stars are fired up and I don't want to know what they have in store for their opponents tonight or in the future. Back to you."

(The scene slowly fades to black.)

Match: The Dark Stars vs. Tilted Cartridges

Salazar: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Entering first at a combine weight of 457 pounds! Cheez! Wellington Dunne! This is TILTED CARTRIDGES!

The fans cheer as the music hits, and Dunne stalks from the back with Cheez riding on his shoulders. Cheez waves at the fans, pumping his fists in the air. And the Fulham fans cheer back as the pair head down the ramp. Cheez and Dunne high fiving them as they head for the ring, and Cheez leaps off to the apron.

Dunne climbs the stairs, and checks the ropes.

Salazar: And their opponents weighing in at 450 pounds, accompanied by the Commandrix! They are Niko and Kono! They are the DARK STARS!

The Tron shows a dying star that explodes and two spinning graphics that turn into The Dark Stars as "Sixes and Sevens" by Annihilator plays and The Dark Stars enter and come to ringside marching with purpose accompanied by The Dark Novas through lasers shooting upwards. They have intense and ominous and murderous expressions on their faces. They hold the ropes open as The Dark Novas enter the ring and are joined by Niko in the center of the ring while Kono mount the top turnbuckle and they roar as they shot their weapons up and Kono backflips off the turnbuckle into a fighting crouch as lasers shoot upwards rom the ringposts. The Dark Stars remove their futuristic gladiator armor and place their weapons in their corner as Commandrix gives final instructions the same intense and ominous and murderous looks still on their faces.

Torchwood: These two teams have a lot of history between them! And this rivalry will be renewed here in Fulham!

Tucker: Both teams looking to move up in the tag team division!

Fulton: As if any team has a chance with Crane and Reese in the hunt!

Tucker: Here we go.

Inside the ring, the official is speaking with both teams as the Dark Stars glower at their opponents. Cheez has his hand on Dunne’s shoulder, whispering to him before the ref steps back to call for the bell.

Tucker: Dunne and Niko looking to start this one it seems!

Torchwood: Two powerhouses facing off inside of the WUK ring.

Dunne and Niko look up, and the pair start to push back and forth before Niko is pushed hard into the corner! The fans cheer, and Dunne delivers a huge overhand chop! Then another, and then a third! He drags Nico along the ropes, and then snaps him across the ring.

BLIND TAG!

Spinbuster from Dunne!

Kono dives off the ropes with a dropkick, and the fans boo as Commandrix nods with approval!

Torchwood: The Dark Stars using their expertise to overcome the raw power of the Glasgow Bull!

Tucker: Cheez urging the fans to cheer for his partner!

Dunne starts to rise, but Kono stomps away at him with kicks. Then Kono locks on the Air of Death! The fans groan, and Dunne struggles to get to the ropes as the hold is tightened! Dunne shakes his head, arm reaching as the fans cheer him on as Cheez stomps his foot.

Fulton: Fulham should give it up!

Tucker: Dunne is not giving up!

Fulton: No one ever said Dunne was smart!

The fans are going wild as Dunne drags Kono closer to the ropes, and lunges! But Niko yells at him, pointing at Cheez to distract the ref as Commandrix flings the hand away! The fans boo furious, and Cheez tries to come inside the ring! The Glasgow Bull lunges once more, fingers missing as the ref is still arguing with Cheez!

The fans are going wild as Dunne rolls over once more, and dives for the rope desperately! The ref catches it, and yells at Commandrix as she is caught in the act! They start arguing as the referee starts a count, and Kono ignores him! The referee shoves him back, and they argue with Commandrix on the apron as Dunne crawls across the ring for his corner.

Tucker: Dunne is winded, looking for that tag!

Torchwood: A man the size of Dunne needs plenty of air, lad!

Dunne is almost there when Niko charges into the ring, battering away at him with stomps and kicks before he levels him with a German Suplex! The fans groan, and Cheez glares across the ring as he yells for his partner.

Kono shoves past the referee, and the Dark Stars are on Dunne as Commandrix calls the shots.

Torchwood: Praline needs to get this referee trained, he has lost control of this match!

Fulton: Dunne is in no man’s land!

DEATH STRIKE!

Tucker: No! Not like this!

Cover from Kono as Niko runs at Cheez!

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……..KICKOUT!

The fans explode, and Kono stares as Dunne flings him off. The fans are going wild as Kono fires off a few Muay Thai kicks before Dunne grabs his leg, and snaps him into the corner!

BODY SPLASH!

Niko whirls around, and grabs for Dunne who flings him into the corner with Kono! Fulham is on it’s feet, and he stomps around before he drops into a crouch in the corner!

Torchwood: The Glasgow Bull is on a rampage!

DOUBLE SPEAR!

Niko is flung to the outside, and Dunne grabs Kono as he tags Cheez! Kono is on his shoulders, and he points to Cheez!

NEW GAME +!

COVER!

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…….Commandrix dives across the ring and comes up just short!

……..THREE!

Salazar: Your winners TILTED CARTRIDGES!

The fans are going wild, and Dunne nods as he lifts Cheez’s arm as the ref lifts the other! Then Dunne is staggered forward, and a glaring Fury stands behind him the chair crashing down again! Then Dunne is dropped with a release German across the chair!

The fans are furious, and Commandrix levels with the referee before she starts yelling. Cheez is locked in the Air of Death, and the Dark Star twins are beating away at Dunne as Cheez is forced to watch.

Tucker: Where’s security?

Fulton: Oh, cry me a river! Dunne deserves this!

Fury hauls Dunne upwards, yanking his arms behind his back before Niko cracks a chair across his head. Blood flows, and the chair slams down again. Dunne drops with glaze eyes, and the Dark Stars yank Cheez upwards before nailing him with the Starkiller!

Craven Cottage is booing as Commandrix plants her boot on Cheez’s chest, and lifts the arms of the twins. Fury attacking WUK security and the medics, and Frank Wormwood yelling at the Dark Stars as they leave the ring.

Commandrix staring at him with a sneer.

Torchwood: The Dark Stars sending a message even in defeat!


Tucker: I am sickened!

Dunne is already sitting up, eyes blazing as he shoves aside a medic to check on Cheez. And he glares up the ramp, staring at the Dark Stars before he grabs Wormwood to start saying something as they cut to commercial.

Match: Doc Holliday vs. ‘Das Blitzkind’ Otto Ritter

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Entering first at 195 pounds from Hamburg, Germany! They call him Das Blitzkind, OTTO RITTER!

The opening notes of ‘Requiem’ by Mozart begin as we see flashes of light match up to the music. Once the vocals kick in it goes from pitch black to a blinding light. Otto Ritter comes from the back and walks to the ring. He wipes his boots before entering and standing in the ring.

The fans jeer, and Otto sneers.

Torchwood: The technical high flyer Ritter back in action here tonight!

Tucker: Ritter could make a splash tonight if he can defeat the debuting legend, Doc Holliday!

Salazar: And his opponent, fighting out of Oakland, California at 215 pounds! He is the man they call Doc Holliday!

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, hood up on his black AW wrestling sweat shirt. 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.

Fulton: Word on the street is that the High Roller’s Club is not too happy about Doc Holliday, this guy is trying to get in their lane.

Tucker: You have to be kidding me!

Fulton: Designer suits, designer shades? That is High Roller’s territory!

Torchwood: Doc Holliday has a reputation as a dangerous man, a man skilled in the style of Lucha Libre! And he is here to make a statement in WUK!

Fulton: And avoid the greatest most decorated champion in the WUK!

The bell rings, and Ritter comes off the ropes hitting a quick dropkick! Doc drops, and Ritter rolls to his feet to hit another and Doc rises! The fans boo, and he grabs for Doc who flings him across the mat as he rises! A quick boot to the back of Ritter, and then he fires him at the ropes!

CROSSBODY!

Tucker: Ritter with an early flurry, and now Doc is in control!


Torchwood: Doc Holliday walked into WUK, and called out Donzig himself to make a statement! And so this is just him sending a message!

Tucker: Some might call that crazy.

Cover!

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…..KICKOUT!

The fans boo, and Ritter is on his feet with a frown as Doc smirks at him with a shrug. Ritter goes for the lock up, and Doc pushes him hard against the ropes! The ref calls for a break, starting a count before Ritter leans around to jab a thumb into Doc’s eyes! The fans boo, and Ritter shrugs at the ref before he fires Doc into the corner!

European Uppercut! And another! And a third!

Fulton: Das Blitzkind back into it!


Tucker: Are uppercuts Crane territory?

Fulton: You’re ridiculous!

The fans are jeering, and Ritter fires Doc across the ring to drop low to kick him in the stomach on the rebound! Doc staggers to his feet, holding his gut before Ritter sneers before he comes off the ropes with ‘donnerndes Dröhnen der Bombardierung’!

Torchwood: Doc looks rocked by that one, and Ritter goes for the cover!

1…

2…..

……KICKOUT!

The fans cheer, and Ritter fumes as he grabs for Doc who rolls him up!

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…..2…

……KICKOUT!

Ritter is furious, cursing as he comes up before he is leveled with a Spinning Heel Kick! Ritter drops, and Doc leaps onto the ropes before he points at the fans. They are on their feet, and crashes down on Ritter with the ‘187!’

Fulton: Damn!

Tucker: 630 Senton Splash!

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…….THREE!

Torchwood: As quick as that, Doc lays out the man from Hamburg!

The referee lifts Doc’s arm, and the fans are going wild chanting ‘DOC! DOC! DOC!’ and he calls for the mic. Then the lights go down, before flaring back to life in an angry sullen throbbing red as flames leap along the ramp.

The fans boo as two hulking brutes shove from the fans, faces hidden behind their masks as they stand on either side of the ramp. Doc looked between them, then smirks before one of them levels Otto Ritter as he tries to escape.

Doc turns and sees the Baroness leaning on the apron with her arms spread as she stares at him. Her head tilts, and the heads of the ODS tilt the same way as the fans are going wild. Doc nods.

Tucker: Donzig-gun is here!

Fulton: No one make any sudden moves.

Doc is not backing down, looking back and forth before he lifts his hands. Then there is blast of pyro, and the Scourge stalks from the back. He stares down at the ring, the X-Crown wrapped around his neck obscuring the lower half of his mask. He lifts a mic, and hisses as he lifts a hand to point at the ring.

Donzig: I admire a man with courage. I admire a man with the balls to see what he wants, and to call his shot! I respect that, I like that! But that being said, Doc?

No one, and I mean no one walks into my house to call me out! Now I know you’re a legend, I dare say you might be an icon! But I am the Scourge, I am the New God of Xtreme! I am the fucking Ace of WUK!

Donzig paused, and shrugged.

Donzig: Fuck it, I might be the Ace of XHF! Because you see every icon, every legend, every would be hero they put before me? I have laid to waste! So if you want to make yourself my next victim?

Donzig lifted his head, and he cocked his head.

Donzig: I will see you at Battle of Britain.

Doc lifts the mic to his face as a sly grin comes over his face.

Doc: Donzig, I appreciate the pageantry, the whole song and dance you have with these creatures of the night. Quite intriguing, possibly intimidating to most people, but all you had to do was come out here and say that you would accept.

The crowd cheers.

Doc! Doc! Doc!

Doc: But you know what, I’m into it. You know putting on a show, one that EVERYONE wants to see!

The crowd again cheers.

Doc: You call yourself the New God of Xtreme, so if this is true, then let’s make this match a Stretcher Match!”

The crowd goes insane!

Doc: Leave the freaks in the back.

Doc says looking at Donzig’s crew.

Donzig: Be careful what you wish for, Doc. See you soon.

[Mr. Blood]

(The tron shows Psychotic Goth and Vampira surrounded by evil red and green mists as the ringsiders roar and chant his name.)

Vampira: "Tonight a wannabe king shall both fall and be humiliated by my husband Psychotic Goth."

Psychotic Goth: "It's been many months since we last met Gavin Drake. You got lucky because your Empire stablemates saved you and cost me the match. Tonight you shall not be so lucky."

(He roars as does the ringsiders.)

Psychotic Goth: "Tonight we shall be in an Extreme Rules Match. The very match you demanded shortly before this card that I accepted to shut your mouth up. The very match you demanded at the last minute shall be the downfall of you."

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

Psychotic Goth: "You are fearful of me Gavin Drake. You fear me if you changed the match to Extreme Rules. You see you have reason to fear me, because I'm in my element Gavin Drake. This is Extreme Rules and that means hardcore combat with all kinds of weapons and I mean all kinds of weapons."

(He laughs demonically as he holds the purple velvet bag.)

Psychotic Goth: "Even this gift to you Gavin that I made just for you. It means you and I can beat each other up anywhere in the arena including on the roof of this arena. We can even try to throw each other off the upper seating levels and beat each other up in the concession stands. We can even try to burn each other's flesh on the grills to add extra toppings to the fish and chips and other delicious food being sold to the ringsiders."

(Psychotic Goth laughs sadistically.)

Psychotic Goth: "You do not know the lengths I shall go to just to destroy you. You do not know why I am 'The Psychotic One' and thanks to your challenge you have sealed your doom. 'The Dragon of Wrestle: UK' and 'The King of the Goths' shall put you in your place and your Empire shall be crippled. There shall be no escape for you Gavin Drake or no one to save you including your mentor."

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

Psychotic Goth: "You hate legends and now someone who isn't a legend shall destroy yours and it's going to be 'The King of Terror' who shall do it. Gavin Drake you see me as one and that shall be your downfall."

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

Psychotic Goth: "Gavin Drake you have stepped into my world. A world of violence and a world of pain and agony and a world of true hardcore. A world of such extreme violence that you shall regret even wanting to experience. When I am through with you Gavin Drake you shall need all the medical care you can get. Thus I have spoken and thus my vow shall come true."

(Psychotic Goth bellows as does the ringsiders as the tron blacks out and the scene slowly fades to black.)

Match: Bloodied Fox vs. Takaru Matsui

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Entering first fighting out of Kyoto, Japan at 230 pounds! He is the Red Slayer, this is Takaru Matsui!

‘Shiver’ by Gazette explodes across the arena as pyros blasts along the ramp. And Matsui sweeps from the back, head nodding as he stares down at the rams before he starts to dance lazily down the ramp. Swaying lazily even as he sweeps up the stairs, and tosses off his coat before he leans against the ropes.

Tucker: The Number One Contender may have his work cut ut for him against the always dangerous Matsui.

Torchwood: The Red Slayer is one of the best strikers in the XHF, and a thorn in the side of several champions! He was also very close on several occasions to taking the crown from Kasper Van Slam.

Fulton: If Fox gets hurt, we need a new man to face LD at BoB right?

Tucker: You’re sick.

The arena lights pulse red as RISE hits the speakers and Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain to the cheers of the fans. Raising his hands in salute to the fans, he heads down the ramp and slides into the ring. Mounting the turnbuckle and looking out into the crowd, he smiles and nods before moonsaulting back down and heading to the far corner, removing his coat and tossing it to ringside.

Salazar: And his opponent, fighting out of Reading, Berkshire at 206 pounds! He is the Number One Contender to the WUK Heavyweight Title! This is BLOODIED FOX!

The fans cheer as Fox stares across the ring at the evil grin of the Red Slayer. And Eric Praline looks between them before he calls for the bell.

Torchwood: This should be a good one, lads! Two of the most dangerous men in the XHF! Two skilled strikers, this should be a very good Puroresu style match!

The pair circles around the center of the ring, every so often one looking for an edge it seemed. Then suddenly Matsui lunges forward, firing off three rapid fire kicks at Fox’s legs and ribs one of which clips Fox! He stumbles a step, and then fires off a few kicks of his own. Matsui comes through, and fires him at the ropes!

Tucker: Reverse from Fox!

Matsui comes off the ropes, and gets caught with a belly to belly from Bloodied Fox! The fans cheer, and Fox goes to grab from him! Matsui rolls him up for a quick pin!

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…….KICKOUT!

Fulton: Matsui lured him in!

The pair face off, and Fox nods as Matsui flashes a smirk. They circle again, and then Matsui snaps off a few kicks before he batters a few quick elbows at Fox’s head. Fox dodges aside, and rolls behind him!

Counter from Matsui, and he rolls behind Fox! Suplex, but Fox shoves his arms down as he counters his own! He breaks free, and spins with a quick kick that nearly takes off the Red Slayer’s head!

Matsui drops, and sweeps his leg! Fox drops, and the fans groan!

Tucker: The speed of these strikes is amazing!

Torchwood: Indeed! These are two deadly strikers inside the ring, and you know they have each other scouted!

Matsui rises, and grabs for Fox who fires off a PK kick! Takaru stumbles back, and Fox is on his feet before he drives a hard knee into his face! Fires him into the ropes!

DEVIL SEQUENCE!

Fulton: Cover!

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…….KICKOUT!

The fans boo, and Fox is back up as he drags Matsui to his feet. He fires off a few chops, and then drives Matsui into the corner. Matsui spins, and fires Fox in instead!

Fox staggers, and us flung across the shoulders of the Red Slayer! SAMOAN DRIVER!

The fans jeer, and Matsui snarls before he drops back into the corner as he waits for Fox to rise!

RUNNING TRIANGLE CHOKE!

Torchwood: The Red Slayer choking Fox!

Tucker: He is locked!

The fans are eating it up, and Matsui tightens the hold as he drops as Fox nearly tumbles though he shakes his head at the referee as Matsui arches backwards, legs tightening. Fox looks to be fading dropping to a knee, and then he struggles to rise!

Matsui is bent, and he drops him again! Then Again!

Fox staggers forward, the legs tightened!

Fulton: This could be over!

Fox is fading, and the referee lifts his arm to let it drop once!

TWICE!

Fox shakes his head, and pushes forward to pin Matsui’s shoulders to the mat! Craven Cottage goes wild, and Praline counts!

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…….KICKOUT!

Fox rolls backwards, dodging a few kicks from Matsui. Then he comes off the ropes with a quick hurricarana, and Matsui crashes down before he comes back up with a quick knee to the head of Fox. He fires him at the ropes, and hits the DOUBLE KNEE BACKBREAKER!

Tucker: NO!

Fox is down, and Matsui drops into the corner before he dips low as he calls for the Kinshasa!

Matsui charges in, and levels Fox! The fans groan, and Matsui rolls him up!

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……KICKOUT!

Fulton: HOW!

Tucker: Matsui is furious!

Takaru curses at the referee, and shoves him before he turns back to Fox. He yanks him upwards, and delivers a few chops before he snaps him at the ropes. Fox comes off the ropes, and hits the handspring enzuiguiri! Matsui is down, and Fox locks on the LAMENT CONFIGURATION!

The fans go wild, and Matsui crawls for the ropes as he howls in pain! His fingers barely snag the rope, and the referee calls for the break Fox rolls away, and snaps the Question Mark into the face of the Red Slayer!

Torchwood: Fox tearing Matsui down!

Matsui staggers, and Fox goes for the suplex but Matsui counters to hit the Exploder! The fans gasp, and Matsui clearly battered drops inton the corner once more. He yells at Fox, calling him on as the Bloodied Rainmaker rises.

KINSHASA!

BUT FOX MOVES!

Matsui comes off the corner, and is nailed with the PERSONAL JUDAS!

Matsui drops, and Fulham is going wild!
Tucker: This is a war!

Fulton: I can’t believe this!

VISCERAL! VISCERAL!

COVER!

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………THREE!


Torchwood: Fox wins a hard fought battle here in Fulham!

Salazar: Your winner, BLOODIED FOX!

Match: Psychotic Goth vs. Gavin Drake

Extreme Rules

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.[/i]


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 in Fulham are on their feet, cheering for the King of Goths as he stares out across them as he stalks back and forth. His eyes narrowed on the ramp.

Salazar: And his opponent, fighting out of Carlsisle, Cumbria at 253 pounds! They call him the Butcher! This is the Empty Hand, GAAAAAVIN DRRRRRRRRAKE!

Torchwood: Two former WUK Extreme Champions, and two of the most dangerous men in WUK facing off tonight here in Fulham!

Fulton: I hope Goth smacks the taste out of Drake’s mouth for the shit he said about Crane!

Tucker: Surprise.

The lights go down, and then a dim white back light starts. The shadowy figure of Drake steps out He nods to himself, staring at the crowd before he throws a fist in the air. Then he starts down the ramp snarling at the ring.

But then Goth comes flying across the ring, crashing down on Drake as he reaches the end of the ramp! The fans explode, and Drake is down as Goth rolls to his feet. His eyes blazing as he hammers his fists into his chest, screaming in an ancient dialect before he is on Drake once more with hard knees to his head as he tries to rise.

Then he fires him face first into the barricade, and the fans are going wild.

Torchwood: Goth clearly enraged here tonight!

Tucker: Goth climbing the barricade!

Goth runs across the Barricade, and drops off across the back of the rising Drake! The fans are cheering him on, and he glares around before he rips a chair from the front row. But then he is leveled by a huge boot from the Empty Hand! The chair goes flying, and Drake leans on the barricade as Goth starts to rise.

Then he charges forward, leveling him across the ramp with a shoulder block! The fans groan as Goth rolls down the ramp, stumbling to his feet as he tries to make distance. Drake stomps after him, clearly enraged.

Fulton: Just think if Drake injures Goth, it could keep Rage’s belt safe!

Tucker: You’re disgusting!

Gavin Drake charges in, and Goth rips the camera from one of the crew to smash it across his face! The camera explodes, and Drake drops backwards as blood runs down his face. Goth crashes it down again, and then Drake leans hard on the barricade as he snarls. Goth buries his boot in his gut, and then grabs him to deliver a belly to belly suplex across the mat!

Torchwood: Drake was not expecting this onslaught!

COVER!

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…….KICKOUT!

Tucker: Drake is smiling!

Drake pushed himself upwards, grinning as blood ran down his face. And then Goth grabbed some cables, wrapping them around his throat before he planted a knee on his back. He yanked upwards, choking him as he wrenched backwards. Drake clawed at the cable, and Fulham was going wild!

Fulton: He better not do this to Rage!

Tucker: Oh, go tell him that!

Drake slowly rose, Goth clinging to his back before he ducked forward as he reached back. And he flung Goth over his head to send him crashing down. He rubbed at his neck, gasping for air before he charged after him. A few stiff punches before he flings Goth across his shoulders, REIGNMAKER!

The Welsh announce table explodes, and Goth is down as Drake spread his arms wide before he stomps on his chest!

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……..KICKOUT!

Torchwood: Goth kicks out!

Tucker: Drake looks furious!

Drake grabs Goth by the hair, and drives a few stiff blows into his face before he drags Goth towards the ring. He flings him inside, and glares at Vampira before he grabs a chair from the ringside. He flings it inside, and wipes blood from his face before he climbs in after the rising Goth!

CHAIRSHOT!

CHAIRSHOT!

CHAIRSHOT!

Goth is bleeding across his back, and drops to his knees before Drake flings down the chair. He grabs Goth and flings him across his shoulders once more.

REIGNMAKER ON THE CHAIR!


The fans groan, and Goth grabs at his ribs before he is kicked onto his back. A boot planted on his chest, and Drake pointed.

Tucker: Another arrogant cover from the Empty Hand!

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….2…..

……KICKOUT!

The fans cheer, and Drake grabs at the referee before he flings him aside. He turns his eyes back to Goth who is crawling for his weapon still leaning in the corner, and he smirks as he drops down as he is clearly looking for the Spear!

Torchwood: Goth in trouble!

Fulton: What a shame!

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Tucker: Slam is here! Slam looking for revenge!

Torchwood: Drake is livid!

The lights go down, and Drake looks around wildly as the song blasts. The fans are going wild, and he stares up the ramp as he yells. Then the music stops, and he spits before he stalks across the ring heading for Goth who is leaning on the ropes!

And he is cracked in the stomach with the butt of the weapon! The roof comes off Craven Cottage as he staggers back, and then the crude looking weapon with it’s jagged bits of metal, chains, and barbed wire is lashed across the back of the Empty Hand!

Goth snaps it across his back again and again, blood flying before he hits him once more before placing it across his throat!

RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!
Torchwood: Drake is down! He looks out of it!

Goth leaps atop the turnbuckle, and rises slowly as he spreads his arms wide. Then he leaps off with a roar, and crashes down on Drake withe PURGATORY PLUNGE!

COVER!

1…..

…….2….

……..

……..THREE!

The fans explode, and Goth grabs his weapon as he rises. He throws it in the air, nodding as he stares down at the stunned Drake. Then he heads for the back, laughing wildly as he roars once more in an ancient dialect!

Salazar: Your winner…..PSYCHOTIC GOTH!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Bad to the Bone vs. Crane & Reese

WUK Tag Team Championship Match

Salazar: The following contest is one half of our double main event and is for the WUK Tag Team Championship!

The fans cheer, and the lights go down with a blast of pyro. Golden sparks shower down across the entrance, and the lights strobe from purple to gold to the beat.

The fans boo as Reese emerges first, spreading his arms wide as he drops to his knees. And there is another blast of pyro, and Crane stands behind him with his WUK Xtreme Title over his shoulder. He laughs, and levels the finger gun at the rings before Reese rises. They high five and head to the ring.

Salazar: Entering first at a combined weight of 448 pounds, representing the High Roller’s Club! They are the team of the WUK Extreme Champion Wesley Crane, and his partner Preston Andre Reese!

They are Reese and Crane!

The fans boo, as Crane wipes his feet on the apron before stepping inside the ring. Reese climbs the turnbuckle, mocking the fans before he tosses his coat off.

Fulton: I heard Reese was going to bring the car, but he didn’t want the Brits to breath on it!

Tucker: Would you stop!

The fans cheer as the lights dim, and then the roar of engines fills the arena. And the Domini-cruiser rolls from alongside the ramp, and the fans cheer as Lord Dominicus stands from behind the passenger seat. He holds both belts wide out, and the fans are going wild as the car stops.

He leaps down, and the driver’s door opens to let Big Bone step out. He taps the belt around his waist, and they head for the ring as ‘Metropolis’ blasts across the speakers.

Salazar: And their opponents, they are the reigning and defending WUK Tag Team Champions! Weighing in at a combined weight of 460 pounds! They are the team of Big Bone, and the reigning WUK Heavyweight Champion, the Vantablack Savior, the REAL Lord Domnicus! This is BAD TO THE BONE!

The fans cheer as Big Bone steps inside the ring first, and he steps forward to glare at Reese. Lord Dominicus holds his belts high, staring at Crane before he hands them off. And the bell rings.

Torchwood: Reese and Big Bone looking to face off in the opening moments here in Fulham!

Fulton: Because LD is afraid to face the greatest second generation wrestler in WUK!

The pair lock up, and Big Bone shoves Reese against the ropes. They back off as the referee calls for a break, and lock up again! And once more Reese is shoved to the corner, and the fans cheer as the referee calls them apart.

And a third time, but this time Reese kicks him below the belt! The fans boo, and the referee questions Reese as LD yells at them! A shrug, and Reese starts battering away at the big man’s masked head, before dropping heavy forearms across his back.

Tucker: Typical High Roller tactics!

Fulton: The referee didn’t see it, and so nothing happened!

Reese hits a Russian Legsweep, and the fans jeer before he drives a knee into the back of Big Bone! Then he locks on the sleeper hold, yanking on him as the fans continue to jeer. The ref checks on the hold, and Reese tightens his grip!

The fans are going wild, and then Big Bone starts to rise! Reese was hanging from his neck, and then he ran backwards to drive him into the corner! Then again, then a third time! Reese drops, and Big Bone fires him across the ring!

Reese comes off the corner ropes, and hits the Diamond Dust!

Torchwood: Reese drops the big man!
Tucker: I hate to admit, but Reese is one of the best pure wrestlers in this company!

Cover!

1….

…..2…..

……KICKOUT!

Big Bone flings Reese aside, and rises as the fanc cheer. LD calls for the tag, but Reese rolls to his feet before he drives a Superkick into his masked face! Big Bone staggers, and he makes a quick tag to Crane!

SUPERKICK from the Xtreme Champion.

Big Bone drops to a knee, and the High Rollers smirk before Reese charges across the ring to level LD with a huge elbow! Crane looks ready to level Big Bone with IN DA FACE but Big Bone catches him with the Bone Saw!

Fulton: NO! NO!

Tucker: Crane turned inside out!

The fans are going wild, and Reese charges at Big Bone but he is leveled with another Bone Saw! Tag to LD, and the Dark Lord leaps onto the ropes before he comes crashing down on Crane with a thunderous Moonsault!

COVER!

1….

…..2….

…….KICKOUT!

Torchwood: Crane barely escaped that!

Fulton: LD afraid to face Crane without Big Bone softening him up!

Lord Dominicus shakes his head at the referee, hauling Crane to his feet by the hair. Then he starts delivering chops across his chest, driving him into the corner. Blow after blow filling the air, and Crane was bleeding as LD hammered away at him. Then LD drops back, clearly having something on his mind!

Then Crane grabbed him, firing him into the far corner.

EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! AND ANOTHER!

Tucker: Crane is bleeding from those welts, and the fans are furious as he punishes LD!

Crane charges in a third time, but LD leaps aside! He hits the rope!

DEMON’S INVERT!

COVER!

1….

…..2….

…….FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Torchwood: That was so close!

The fans are booing as LD glares at the foot, then he rolls to his feet before he waits for Crane to rise. Then he is on him again, battering away with punches before he snaps him at the ropes!

TAG FROM REESE!

SPINEBUSTER ON CRANE!

But LD his it scouted, and hits a mongolian chop before delivering a snapmare!

Tucker: The Vantablack Savior has been watching some tape!

Fulton: Go to Hell!

LD makes the tag to Big Bone, and the big man comes inside to grab Reese. He drags him to his feet, and hits the Roll the Bones!

Fulton: How dare he! How dare he use the Starkiller!

Tucker: Roll the Bones!

Fulton: How dare you!

The fans cheer as Big Bone climbs the ropes, and looks down at Reese before he leaps off!

GIVE THE FROG A BONE!

But Reese rolls away, and Big Bone crashes down to stagger up holding his ribs.

Torchwood: That was almost over!

The fans boo, and Reese wastes no time in hitting the ropes before he cracks his elbow downward on Big Bone’s head!

HAMMER BAY!

Big Bone staggers, and Reese stares at him before he nails a Superkick!

COVER!

1…..

…..2….

……BIG BONE FLINGS HIM OFF!

Fulton: DAMMIT!

The fans are going wild, as Reese fumes before he starts throwing stiff punches into the face of Big Bone. The fans jeer, and then Big Bone grabs his hand before he rises as Reese shakes his head. Then his fingers are snapped apart, and Reese howls as he grabs at his hand.

BONE SAW!

Torchwood: Big Bone is going wild!

The fans are cheering as Big Bone runs across the ring, and flings Crane inside the ring. And he starts battering away at him before he grabs him to deliver the Rattlin’ Bones!

Then he grabs Reese to deliver another, and the fans explode! He stalks backwards, and tags LD! Dominicus leaps across the ropes, and delivers a dropkick to Reese that sends him flying to the outside! Big Bone goes out after him, throwing Reese around ringside before he starts firing back.

The WUK Champion smirks down at Crane as he slowly rises, and Dominicus nails him with a suplex! The fans cheer, and then LD hammers a dropkick that sends Crane to the corner as he nods with approval!

Crane staggers forward, and LD charges in to hit the DARKNESS!

But Crane hits the HRKO!

Fulton: YES! YES!

Torchwood: Unbelievable!

Tucker: The High Roller out of nowhere!

COVER!

The ref turns away from the brawl outside, and dives for the count!

1…..

…..2….

……

Torchwood: Reese is the legal man!

Tucker: What?

……

…….

Fulton: NONSENSE!

……THREE!

The bell rings, and the fans are furious as Reese finally rids himself of Big Bone with a Starkiller! LD glares at the ref, clearly realizing what has happened even as the High Rollers grab the belts as they head up the ramp.

Salazar: Your winners and new WUK Tag Team Champions, REESE AND CRANE!

The fans are furious booing and jeering as the referee stares at the replay on the Padding-tron!

Tucker: This is an outrage!

Then the fans explode as Wormwood storms from the back, Frank pointing at the High Rollers before he shakes his head. Then he lifts his mic, face blotchy as he wags a stubby finger.

Frank Wormwood: You two thought that was pretty slick didn’t you?

Reese nods, and Wormwood frowns.

Frank Wormwood: At Legacy 31 on the eve of Battle of Britain! At Pier One Brawl at the HMS Belfast, you will defend the WUK Tag Team Championships against Bad to the Bone!

The fans cheer, and Lord Dominicus nods from inside the ring. And Crane curses, lunging at Frank before Reese holds him back. Reese shakes his head protesting, and then Frank continues.

Frank Wormwood: And next week? If these men can defeat Bad to the Bone? I will add them to the Title match!

Reese and Crane look at each other confused, and Frank shrugs.

The hulking forms of the ODS appear on the ramp, and the fans boo as Mormo and Moloch glower at the High Roller’s Club. Their faces hidden by their skull masks, though Mormo grinds his fist into his palm.

Moloch stares at LD and Big Bone, and rolls his shoulders before he points.

Fulton: This is not fair! This is bullshit!

Tucker: Crane looks like he is going to be sick.

Torchwood: Bad to the Bone vs. ODS next Legacy! This will be epic!

[Mr. Blood]

Match: Donzig vs. Jason Long

X Crown Championship Eliminator 

Salazar: The following contest is scheduled—

The lights go down in Craven Cottage, and then flare back to life an angry sullen red. Columns of fire explode along the ramp and stage, and burn brightly.

The fans boo, though a few cheer as Sinclair Godfrey sweeps from the back. She pauses on the ramp, spreading her long coat wide before she turns to gesture. And then Donzig storms from the back, his masked head hidden beneath his hood as it sweeps from side to side. Then he pause, and lifts a single hand to hold aloft the XHF X Crown Championship.

The belt gets cheered at least, and Donzig drops it across his shoulder as he heads down the ramp. Sinclair following.

Salazar: Ah, entering first at 210 pounds out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! He is the reigning and defending X Crown Champion, he is the Wonder and Terror of this Age, he is the New God of Xtreme! This is Donzig!

The Scourge climbs the ring, and stares daggers at Frank before he climbs the turnbuckle. He holds the X Crown before him, the other hand pointing at himself as he glares at the crowd from behind his mask. Then he leaps down, handing his mask and belt to Godfrey as he flings off his coat.

Tucker: I am not sure how a man who after four years has claimed the prize that he always said was his by right, can look so miserable!


Fulton: You should go ask him, we’ll wait here.

Torchwood: After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting.

Sinclair stands on the outside, and Donzig stares up the ramp, eyes wild.

Salazar: And his opponent, fighting out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland! Weighing in at 224 pounds, he is the man they call the Last Crusader! He is the Best Bout Machine.

This is Jason Long!

The fans are on their feet for the XHF legend as the lights strobe, and clouds of smoke swirl across the entrance. A loud bang of pyro, and then Jason Long rises from the smoke to stand before them. He spreads his arms wide, and the fans are on their feet as he shakes his head at the ring before starting down the ramp.

Frank Salazar looks at Donzig, and gets out of Dodge. Eric Praline stands in front of the Champion, clearly ready for any nonsense as Long reaches the bottom of the ramp.

Tucker: What has to be Long’s strategy going into this match, Sir Arthur?

Torchwood: Long has to set the pace, Long has to make this a wrestling match! If he let’s Donzig turn this into a brawl? That’s dangerous.

Long climbs the stairs, and steps through the ropes before he steps forward. He and Donzig stand face to face, nose to nose as Fulham is going wild. Long starts talking trash, and Donzig snarls before he snaps his fingers at Praline.

Fulton: I have not seen Donzig this irate since Spike Kane.

Tucker: I think the Baroness heard you.

Sinclair is indeed staring right at Fulton, and the bell rings.

Fists start flying, and Donzig soon as Long rocked backwards amidst a chorus of boos. The Scourge clearly livid, and he delivers blow after blow as he yells at Praline who tries to pry them apart. Then he fires Long at the ropes, but Long reverses!

BLADE RUNNER REDUX!

Donzig is down, and Long goes after him before the Scourge is back on his feet. The fans pop, and Long smiles as he circles the Champion!

Torchwood: Long being smart here, Donzig can take an incredible amount of punishment! There is no need to rush things against someone as dangerous as the Scourge.

Fulton: I think he may just have pissed him off.

Tucker: Well, like Fox says –

The camera reveals Sinclair glaring again.

Long darts in, firing off a few kicks into Donzig’s side and legs. And Donzig grabs for him, but Long gets back with a grin. Donzig’s eyes narrow, and he drops back as they circle once more. Then they lock up, the pair straining back and forth before Long drives Donzig into the corner. He backs up as Praline calls a break, and then delivers a few wicked chops.

Tucker: The Best Bout Machine chopping away at the New God!

Donzig snarls, and Long comes in once more before he is hit with a kick to the stomach! He stahhers back, doubled over before Donzig grabs him. He drags Long’s face across the top rope, aiming for his eyes as he hauls him back and forth while unleashing a string of obscenity. Then he nearly takes the head off Praline, before he grabs Long’s face!

And he bites his eyebrow, ripping back and forth.

Tucker: Disgusting display from an X-Crown Champion!

Fulton: My man, it’s Donzig!

Donzig jerks away as Praline grabs at him, demanding a break before he grabs Long to fire him at the ringpost! The fans groan, and Donzig laughs as he spreads his arms wide pacing back and forth.

Torchwood: Donzig taking his eyes off the prize!

The fans boo, and Long holds at his shoulder rolling it before he levels Donzig with a Superkick as he turns! Craven Cottage goes wild, and the fans cheer wildly as Long locks on the Dragon Sleeper! Donzig snarls, trying to escape as Long leans back to tighten the hold! The Champion tries to grab at him, then twists as he reaches for the ropes as Long wrenches it deeper!

Tucker: Long looking to wear down the Scourge!

Torchwood: Even Donzig has to breath!

The fans are going wild as Donzig seems to fade before flaring back to life, he grabs at Praline who backs away. And Donzig twists, and gets a foot across the rope! Praline calls for the break, and the fans jeer.

Fulton: Donzig looks furious!

Tucker: The Scourge is probably mad someone did a submission!


Donzig rolled to his feet, eyes narrowed as he stalks forward! THRUST KICK! AND ANOTHER!

Donzig rises, and Long fires off another!

FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER!

Torchwood: Release Blue Thunder Bomb!

Tucker: Long with the cover!

1….

……2…

……KICKOUT!

Long rolls away, and Donzig laughs as he rises to his feet. Shaking his head before he claws at his beard, and Long comes in with a spinning heel back kick! Donzig ducks, and comes up with a roar to send Long crashing to the mat!

He runs at the ropes, and hits the middle one!

MIDDLE ROPE LIONSAULT!

COVER!

1….

……Donzig rips Long’s shoulders up, shaking his head as he starts to make that weird laughter. Praline stares at him, and Donzig drags Long upwards before he snaps him at the ropes!

RIPCORD KNEE! Long goes across the ropes, and hits the mat outside. Donzig shoves past Praline, and hits the ropes to dive through the ropes to crash down on Long as he rises! The fans cheer as both men are done, and the ref starts to count!

Torchwood: Long needs to be careful! Being trapped on the outside with Donzig is the last place anyone wants to be!

Tucker: The Last Crusader trying to save the X-Crown from the New God here in Fulham!

The fans are going wild as Donzig rises at the 6, and he starts to stomp away at Long. He yanks him upwards, and batters him into the barricade. Then he rolls inside, breaking the count and throwing a finger at Praline. Then he is back on Long, and he fires him at the ringstairs!

Long reverses, and Donzig crashes against the stairs! He lands in a heap, and Long goes after him. The fans are going wild, and Long grabs Donzig looking or a suplex! Donzig reverses, and crashes Long down across the announce table! A knee driven into his face, and then Donzig rolls back in the ring.

He climbs the ropes, and ignores Praline.

Fulton: Donzig don’t do it!

Tucker: Donzig with murder in his eyes!

Torchwood: We better move!

The Scourge leaps off the ringpost, elbow aimed at the heart of the Best Bout Machine! And Long barely gets out of the way, the announce table exploding as he grabs at he stumbles free. Donzig grabs at his elbow, hissing as he staggers to his feet.

Long grabs him, running him into the barricade before he snaps him at the apron! He flings him inside the ring, and the fans are going wild as Long climbs the corner. He stares down at Donzig, and then leaps off with a Moonsault!

COVER!

1…..

…..2…..

…….

……..KICKOUT!

Torchwood: Long can’t get frustrated!

Tucker: Donzig is smiling!

Donzig rolls to his feet, holding at his ribs as he shakes his head. He leans on the ropes, shaking his head before he stares at Long with a snarl. Long grabs him, and fires him at the ropes but Donzig reverses!

LOU THESZ PRESS!

Fulton: Maybe you should tell Donzig to not get frustrated!

The fans are booing, and Praline pulls Donzig back which makes the Scourge snarl at him. Yelling and cursing, pushing him back before he is rolled up by Long!

1….

…..2….

…….KICKOUT!

Long rises, and Donzig hits him with a rising lariat! The fans groan, and Long drops before Donzig grabs his face! His hand tightening, fingers digging in as he locks on the Sicilian Claw! His eyes wild as he pushes down, and Long claws at his forearm and wrist as Donzig presses down harder.

Praline starts a count!

1….

….2….


……KICKOUT!

Long grabs for the ropes, and Donzig presses harder!

1….

….2….

……Long grabs Donzig’s face, shoving him backwards before he comes free! Donzig snarls, and Long rolls free before he hits a dropkick that drops Donzig into the corner! The fans explode, and Long grins.

Long runs in, and hits a dropkick that drops Donzig to the mat! He pulls the Scourge upwards, and then he fires Donzig forward to the ropes!

GOD HAND!

Cover!

1….

…..2…..

…….

…….THRRRR……KICKOUT!

Torchwood: Donzig will not be denied!

Tucker: Long can’t believe it!

The Last Crusader rises, and Donzig rolls to his feet once more with a tug to his beard. Then he lunges forward, and drives his knee into Long’s face! Long staggers, and Donzig snarls as he grabs him before hitting a reverse DDT!

Long sprawls on the mat, and Donzig runs at the ropes before he comes flying off with a MIDDLE ROPE MOONSAULT!

COVER!


1…..

…..2….

……..KICKOUT!

Fulton: Long kicks out!

Tucker: I have been informed we will stay with this match until it is over!

The fans are going wild as Donzig rises, and he starts driving stiff kicks into Long’s ribs and side. He rolls him over, and stomps at his back before he locks on the Pennsylvania Cloverleaf! He yanks backwards, twisting his legs and knees as he tightens the hold! Long shakes his head, grabbing for the ropes as his fingers miss them.

He misses, and lunges again as Donzig drags him away from the ropes.

Torchwood: Donzig trying to wear Long down!

The fans are booing, and he claws for the ropes.

He lunges again, and Donzig leans back hard!

Tucker: Long is fighting back!

And his fingers snag the ropes, and Praline calls for the break!

Donzig snarls and snaps, bellowing he has till five!

At four he breaks, and Long starts to rise before Donzig grabs him away from the ropes!

25:17!

Tucker: NO! NO!

Fulton: Jason Long has to be finished!

Donzig laughs, eyes wild as he makes the cover.

1….

……2….

…….

………Thhhhhhhhhh—---rrrrrrr……KICKOUT!

The fans were going wild, and Donzig was staring at Long as he rose. He shoved Praline, snarling and roaring as he held up three fingers. His fingers tangled in the man’s shirt as he pushed him to the corner.

Torchwood: The Scourge has gone wild!

Donzig shoved Praline once more, and turned only to be snapped at the rope by Long! REVERSE!

STACKED DECK!

Tucker: Donzig is down!

Long is on him, locking on the Fujiwara Armbar! The fans explode, and Donzig grabs for the ropes! He reaches for the ropes, clawing at he mat as Long leans back hard as he rips at his arm! The fans are cheering Long on, and Donzig snarls before he yanks Praline down atop them! The fans groan!

Torchwood: By any means necessary!

Fulton: Long in trouble!

Long stares at Praline, and Donzig rises holding his arm before he sneers at the downed official! Long drops back, and lunges forward with the Thrust Kick! But Donzig steps aside, and hits the BLACK MIST!

The fans groan, and Long grabs at his eyes and face before he is leveled with the EVENT HORIZON!

Donzig snarls, spitting black ooze as he leans on the ropes. Then he rolls to the outside, and grabs a steel chair! He rolls inside, and slams it against the mat before he waits for Long to rise!

CHAIRSHOT! AND ANOTHER!

Tucker: Someone stop this!

Donzig flings the chair down, and hauls Long upwards!

REAPER’S TOUCH!

Long arches in pain, shaking his head before Donzig smacks Praline awake to fling him at the prone Long.

COVER!

1…..

……2…

………KICKOUT!

The roof comes off Craven Cottage, and Donzig gapes at Long who is now laughing as he rolls over before slowly pushing himself to his feet. Donzig stares at him, and starts cursing as they start trading blows.
Fulton: This match is becoming a war!

Tucker: I have been informed we are nearing the time limit!

The fans are going wild though, and Long fires Donzig at the ropes! Donzig reverses, but Long hits the ropes before rebounding with the BLADE RUNNER 2047!

Donzig drops in a heap, and Long leaps onto the turnbuckle before he comes flying off with the Double Footstomp!

COVER!

1….

…..2….

……FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Long can’t believe it!

The fans are booing, and Donzig rises slowly. Long grabs at him, and drives a few stiff knees into his head and face! Long calls for the Last Crusde, and Donzig twists away before he drives boot into his gut!

EVENT HORIZON!

Donzig stares, and Long rolls to the outside! The fans cheer, and Donzig goes after him. He grabs Long and drops him across the edge of the apron, and then he leaps onto the apron before he runs down the edge of the mat!

LEG DROP!

Both men are down, and the ref starts to count as the fans are going crazy. Long is on his feet, and grabs Donzig to fling him inside. He snaps a few chops across Donzig’s chest, and then calls for the Saint Killer!

And Donzig flings him off, and hits the Reaper’s Touch!

He shakes his head, and lunges for the cover!

BELL! BELL! BELL!


Torchwood: NO! NO!


Salazar: This match has been declared a TIME LIMIT DRAW!

The fans boo, and Long rolls over as he laughs. Donzig rolls from the ring, and grabs Praline to deliver an Event Horizon. Then he grabs the steel chair, and flings them as he storms around ringside. A camera flung aside, and he tosses the timekeeper into the front row as security swarms down the ramp.

Long is still laughing as he leans in the corner, and Donzig stares at him with a venomous snarl.

Tucker: The New God not used to being denied!

Fulton: We are out of time, good night!