Post by Mr. Blood on Sept 16, 2024 17:45:16 GMT -5
Legacy 29: Standing Room Only
Live from the Royal Opera House, London, England
September 16th, 2024
(The room is dark and very small just barely with enough room to walk as a light shines dimly showing Commandrix and Fury. There is a wild look on his face that is mixed with a savage anger and fury.)
Commandrix: "Tonight Wellington Dunne you shall face the newest and most dangerous Dark Star Fury. How appropriate that the two of you shall fight in an Ultimate Death Match. A structure that is rarely if ever used and a match that is so obscure and dangerous that nobody shall be the same again."
Fury: "Wellington Dunne the time has expired for all the talk and now the time for gladiatorial combat has come. There's no stopping us from spilling our blood and leaving it all over the structure and our bodies."
(Fury bangs his fists together growling like a beast.)
Fury: "Blood for blood just like you and I wanted and like. You and I like violence and we're going to unleash violence like nobody in Wrestle: UK has ever seen. It's going to be so violent in this structure that the ringsiders shall be shocked and in fear and the officials shall be distorting the screens to prevent all those self righteous people from complaining about the bloodshed and pain."
(He clenches his fists and his knuckles crack audibly.)
Fury: "That's right we can inflict as much pain as we want. We can rip each other's skin off each other's bodies and heads and feel the currents of electrical volts coursing through our bodies and the fire as we burn each other in the structure. We can beat each other down and destroy each other with no regret or remorse."
(Fury slams his fists into the walls roaring.)
Fury: "How appropriate that the head of this promotion is named Mr. Blood and he allowed this match to be changed to an Ultimate Death Match. Imagine what certain competitors would feel if they saw what this match turns out to be. An obscure type of match that can settle things once and for all. However, if it's between us it will end when I say so and this is going to be quite long."
(Commandrix gives Fury his lance which he looks at hypnotically before looking into the camera again.)
Fury: "Don't worry I'll take you at your word that your partner Cheez won't interfere and neither will Commandrix for now. Don't break your word or else I shall live up to my name and you will regret it. See you in the ring and let the carnage and combat begin."
(They leave as the scene slowly fades to black.)
‘Destroyer’ blasts across the arena as the lights glare a sullen red, flames leaping into the air as the Oblivion Death Squad stormed from the back. They stalked back and forth, glaring around before Sinclair stepped forth.
Her arms spread, and then she stepped forward as the Scourge walked out. He stared across the Royal Opera House, head tilting as he lifted the X Crown title high. Then he headed down the ramp, the rest of Donzig-gun followed.
Donzig rolled inside the ring, walking back and forth before he climbed the turnbuckle. He held the belt high, and pointed at himself. Then he leapt down before he climbed another, then Sinclair handed him the mic.
Donzig: Welcome to the Age of Donzig. You see at long last, despite the efforts of the powers that be to deny us.
So I stand before you as your X-Crown champion!
He lifted the belt from his shoulder, and the fans gave a mixed pop. Donzig walked back and forth, and then paused to pull off his mask. He passed it to Sinclair, and shrugged.
Donzig: Now some of you may think that a championship changes a man, that maybe I will see things different now.
But no, no, no, this is still a world of ash. This still a place where might makes right, this is still the fall. The end times. I am here to shape the X-Crown in my image! To re-shape the XHF in my image!
And so motherfuckers, not a goddamned thing has changed!
The fans booed at that, and Donzig stormed around the ring before he lifted the belt for the camera.
Donzig: I am not going to be like some X Crown Champions and dodge matches, I am not going to sit on my laurels and pad my reign! I am not going to be like some former champions of WUK and act like entitled pricks, and cry when someone doesn’t have as many defenses as I did!
No, this is going to be a fighting fucking championship! That is going to be my gift to it! I am going to make this a must see title!
A hand waved, and he still dangled the belt from his fist.
Donzig: So if anyone wants this? I am not a hard man to fucking find am I? Because from Japan to Britain, from Canada to Australia, from JROK to HKW!
I am the fucking XHF!
Now some people will say that is not going to give you a record reign, that is not going to keep that belt around your waist! Well, listen very carefully.
Donzig leaned closer, and his eyes narrowed.
Donzig: If I do not fight, then I am not a champion. And I am not Donzig.
The star that burns twice as bright, burns half as long. And the whole world will love you just as long as you are there.
My legacy will be restoring this belt to fucking glory.
The fans cheered at that, and Donzig pointed at himself.
Donzig: So from the lowest ham and egger to the very pillars of the XHF, if you have the ball balls to stand before the Scourge? Here the fuck I am!
All of your lives as they have been are over! You live in the age of Donzig, you live in the Age of the Conqueror!
Donzig dropped the belt back across his shoulder, rolling his neck as a hand lifted to claw at his beard. He sneered, and then gestured.
Donzig: And that brings me to Jason Long.
The Last Crusader. The Divinity.
The fans cheer, chanting for Long as Donzig nods.
Donzig: Jason Long can fool all of you people, he can pull the wool over your fucking eyes. But I see you, Long. You are the same as you always were, and you’re no hero.
You’re the same self serving prick who stood beside me in that cage against the Pillars, and swore we would change the XHF! But you let us all down!
Because you were weak, because you had doubts, because you were soft! And then, and then, you let the Usurper betray me!
Oh, you’re the same snake as you always were, Jason! And now you walk in here like you have changed, but all you want is this–
Donzig lifts the X-Crown, and he waves it with a sneer. He drops it back across his shoulder, fingers sliding across it as he paced back and forth. His eyes narrowed, and he shrugged.
Donzig: You are welcome to try, Long.
Donzig tilts his head, and he waves his hand.
Donzig: That brings me to another problem, Doc Holliday.
The fans chant, and the Scourge hisses.
Donzig: You see Doc, I have nothing but respect for your legacy, for your accomplishments! But the thing is? You walked in here, and put my name in your mouth. You think you can pad your already legendary career with one last big match, one last big win, one last dragon to slay!
But that’s where you fucked up. You should have done a little more research, maybe watched some fucking tape, because Doc? If this was a match, if this was just a nice normal wrestling match? Oh, you like say Jason Long might have had a chance at doing something. Let’s be honest, I have my faults.
The fans agreed, and Donzig glared at them.
Donzig: I am a good wrestler, I might even be a great wrestler. But I do not really have the patience for that give and take shit, I do not have the temperment to have a nice long grappling contest. And if I am being honest?
I think a match has too many rules, it is true. I like a little more bloody way of handling business, the sport of kings is a shadow of war. And war? War is not pretty is it, Doc?
But you want to go extreme, you wanted to make a statement? Well, Doc from JROK to HKW, from the good old days of SWAT and REIGN? And going back to the BWA?
Donzig flashed his ugly grin, and his eyes remained cold. His fingers tightened on the golden surface of the X-Crown, and he adjusted it as he waved a hand as he walked back and forth. He leaned on the ropes, and the mic was lifted.
Donzig: I am not called the Hardcore Incarnate because it is catchy. They do not call me the New God of Xtreme because of my charm and personality, eh? No, no, no.
It is because when there are no rules! Well, I like that. I get to be the real me, and Doc why do not you walk around the back for a while. You can ask them all about the real me.
The real me who likes fire, explosions, and blood. The me who wields a steel chair like a fucking katana. When there are no rules, Doc? I transcend. I become an artist who only paints in one color, eh?
Donzig taps the X-crown.
Donzig: That is how I got this.
Donzig paced, and then he gestured to Sinclair Godrey. She frowned, and reached inside of her coat to produce a paper which she handed to the Scourge. He stared down at it, and he sniffed before he looked up.
Donzig: I will be going to JROK by the way, I have someone to catch on fire. A dear friend who stole something from me once, someone whose father should stay fucking retired.
But Legacy 31? Pier One Brawl? On the eve of the Battle of Britain? Well, I have to speak to the powers that be, but I have someone in mind.
A frown, and he continued. The paper was handed back to Sinclair, and he lifted the mic.
Donzig: Legacy 32? November 18th?
Long? You want to take a shot at the king? You do not fucking miss. And that brings me to someone else, and that someone else likes to sit in the back and whisper. He likes to sit in his little mask, and polish his car.
So let me tell you both one thing!
A finger lifted.
Donzig: Long vs. Donzig vs. Lord Dominicus for the biggest prize in the XHF!
The fans explode, and Donzig holds the belt high as he nods towards the ramp.
Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Entering first from the far distant future at 225 pounds! Accompanied to the ring by Commandrix, representing the Dark Stars! This is FURY!
Bloodline by Slayer plays as meteor like objects crash and explosives pyros go off in spurts and Fury appears with Commandrix wasting no time stalking to ringside wielding his laser lance glaring in a violent fury as he nears the ring. He reaches the ring and climbs the ringsteps in a threatening manner. When Fury enters the ring Commandrix restrain him from attacking the referee when he steps towards him. He places his laser lance in the corner and removes his futuristic gladiator armor giving them to The Dark Stars as he continues to glare and growl savagely at the referee before looking up the ramp..
Tucker: Fury seems to be barely under control.
Torchwood: He’s the wild card in Commandrix’s arsenal, and he wants to tear Dunne apart!
The fans boo, and Commandrix sniffs at them.
Salazar: And his opponent fighting out of Glasgow, Scotland at 285 pounds! They call him the Glasgow Bull, this is WELLINGTON DUNNE!
‘Seal the Deal’ by Volbeat blasts over the arena, and Dunne walks from the back. He spreads his arms wide as the fans cheer, and Cheez walks out behind him. Dunne glares at the ring, shaking his head before he points a finger.
Fury is held back by Commandrix, and Dunne heads down the ramp to roll inside the ring.
Fulton: Dunne has to be out of his mind.
Tucker: Wellington Dunne is not going back down to Kona’s crazy twin!
Fulton: He probably should.
The fans cheer as Dunne walks to the middle of the ring, and Salazar clears out as Fury stomps over to stare at him. The bell rings, and fists start flying as the two batter each other back and forth before Dunne gets the upper hand! Fury forced to the corner, and then he fires him across the ring but Fury reverses!
Belly to Belly to on the rebound!
Torchwood: Fury is giving up a lot of size, but he makes up for it in skill!
Dunne shakes his head, and rolls back to his feet to grapple with Fury. Forcing him against the ropes, the referee calls for a break and Dunne backs up as Commandrix yells at Fury. He comes off the ropes, driving stiff kicks into Dunne’s legs and ribs.
CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!
Dunne is driven to the corner, and then he delivers a brutal headbutt before he spins Fury into the corner to deliver some huge chops of his own as the fans count!
Torchwood: Both men are beating each other bloody inside that ring!
Tucker: Can you hear those chops!
Dunne drags Fury from the corner, shaking his head before he hits him with a T-Bone Suplex! The fans cheer, and Dunne spreads his arms as he drops back in the corner to stare at Fury as he starts to slowly rise.
SPEAR!
Tucker: Dunne levels Fury!
Fulton: Are you on the Dunne train now?
The fans are eating it up as Dunne covers Fury!
1….
…..2…..
…….
……Commandrix drags his foot under the ropes! The ref misses it, but stops the count as Commandrix points it out to a chorus of boos. Cheez is on the apron, gesturing angrily which distracts the referee.
Commandrix reaches through the ropes, raking her nails across the face of the rising Dunne! And Fury wastes no time in grabbing Dunne to deliver the ATOMIC BUSTER! Dunne is down, and Fury grins before he runs across the ring to send Cheez sprawling from the apron! Dunne starts to rise, and Fury barrels in with a spear of his own!
Dunne is dropped, COVER!
1….
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…….KICKOUT!
Tucker: Dunne in trouble!
Fulton: If he had sense he would stay down!
Fury was stomping and kickings away at Dunne, battering away at him before he rips him to his feet. He delivers a few hard chops, laying Dunne’s chest open before he fires him at the corner! But Dunne reverses, and levels him with a clothesline!
A hand pressed to his bleeding chest, and then he grabs Fury as he rises!
WELL N’ DUNNE!
Torchwood: Fury looks like he has been knocked out cold!
Tucker: Dunne going for the cover!
1….
…..2….
…….Commandrix starts to climb inside the ring, but is ripped backwards by the furious Cheez!
…….THREE!
Fulton: Where is the referee Cheez interfered with Commandrix!
Tucker: Would you stop!
The fans are cheering as the referee lifts Dunne’s hand, and Cheez joins him inside the ring. And then the Dark Stars are in the ring, cracking a chair across the back of Cheez. Then they start battering away at Dunne, the chair cracking over his back again and again.
STARKILLER!
Tucker: TYPICAL! TYPICAL!
Fulton: You think the Dark Stars are going to take being defeated by riff raff like Dunne?
Fury is back on his feet, and drags Cheez into the corner to stomp away at him. The fans booing as Commandrix calls the shots, and the Dark Stars hold Dunne down as he tries to get to his partner before he is dropped with a superkick from Fury.
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The fans cheer after a momen’s confusion as Slam Three comes running down the ramp, chair in hand as he drives inside the ring. He swings it wildly, leveling Fury before he starts trading punches with the other two Dark Stars!
Cheez battered is back on his feet, and starts firing off punches of his own. Then Commandrix calls a retreat, glaring at the ring as she holds back Fury as they head up the ramp.
Torchwood: This isn’t over, lads!
Tucker: I don’t think it is!
Cheez speaks to Slam, who helps Dunne to his feet. The pair shake hands before they stare after the Dark Stars, and we head to our first commercial.
Salazar: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Entering first fighting out of Tulsa, Oklahoma at 260 pounds! Accompanied by the ‘Role Model’ Anthony Jordan, this is Kalmin Watts!
The fans cheer as ‘Twenties’ by Ghost blasts through the Royal Opera House, and Watts comes from the back. He kneels down, hitting the ramp before he rises with a spread of his arms. Pyros pop and blast across the stage, and AJ walks out from behind him. Watts yells at the fans, and high fives a few as he heads for the ring.
He rolls inside, pacing back and forth before he looks towards the ramp.
Tucker: Watts out for revenge in this match against Fox! This is the first time these two have faced off since the Battle of Britain two years ago!
Torchwood: That was a different Fox, and a different Watts, lad.
Fulton: They are both still losers!
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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, England at 206 pounds! He is the Bloody Rainmaker, this is BLOODIED FOX!
The fans cheer again, and Fox nods at Watts who nods back. They head for the middle of the ring, and the ref calls for the bell. The pair lock up, struggling back and forth before Fox is pressed against the ropes. They break, and lock up once more before Fox is pushed back. Watts nods at him, and the pair circle before Watts darts in going for a leg! Fox moves aside, and fires off a few punches before Watts is on him again!
Torchwood: Watts using his amateur background to try and get an edge on Fox!
Fox breaks free, and Watts rolls behind him as he goes for a suplex! Fox shoves his hands down, shaking his head as he leans back to stop the move. The fans are cheering them on, and then Watts finally drops Fox with a belly to back! He moves quickly for the cover, and Fox rolls away to come off the ropes with the Penalty Kick!
Watts staggers back, and Fox goes low for the roll up!
Watts rolls through, and goes for the pin!
KICKOUT!
Tucker: Unbelievable exchange between the former Champion and the current Number One Contender!
Torchwood: These are two of the best in XHF!
The pair exchange nods, circling one another before Watts goes in once more. But Fox rolls behind him, spinning him around to fire him at the ropes! Reverse by Watts, and Fox comes off the ropes before being caught by a vicious chop! Fox staggers, and Watts delivers another chop before he shoves Fox into the corner.
Watts rips Fox from the corner, lifting him over his head before he pumps him up and down! GORILLA PRESS SLAM!
COVER!
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……KICKOUT!
Tucker: Watts can’t let himself get frustrated!
AJ says something, and Watts scowls as he hauls Fox upwards. And then Fox fires off a rapid flurry of palm strikes that stagger the bigger man back!
MDK!
Watts drops and Fox grabs for him, stomping away at his back and shoulders before he locks on the Lament Configuration! The fans explode, and Anthony Jordan hits the apron as he yells for Watts who grabs for the ropes! He misses, and Fox wrenches the hold tighter as Watts drags himself closer to the ropes!
Fulton: Watts in trouble!
Torchwood: Fox is not letting up!
Watts pulls Fox closer to the ropes, shaking his head before he makes final lunge! His hand wraps around the ropes, and the ref calls for a break! Fox pulls away, and rolls to his feet before Watts follows suit!
Fox fires off a superkick, but Watts ducks low and comes up under him to hit a backdrop! The fans are cheering them on, and Fox starts to rise before Watts fires him at the ropes!
OKLAHOMA HAMMER!
Tucker: Fox is leveled!
Torchwood: The wind taken out of the Number One Contender!
Watts wastes no time, and he locks his legs around Fox’s ribs!
SOONER SQUEEZE!
The fans are divided, and Watts tightens his legs as Fox pushes at them. He is trying to push free, and the legs of the former WUK Champion tighten. Fox twists, grabbing for the ropes but coming up short! He claws at the mat, drawing to get at the ropes as Watts twists away as he clamps down harder.
Fulton: Fox should just tap!
Tucker: That is not who Fox is!
Fox shook his head, crawling across the mat as his strength seemed to fade! And he grabbed the ropes, Watts broke the hold! And was on his feet, he grabbed Fox around the waist before he dropped him in the middle of the ring with a bridging German!
1….
…..2….
…….KICKOUT!
Watts shakes his head, and rises as Fox climbs to his own feet. The pair face off, and slowly circle before Fox hits the QUESTION MARK KICK! Watts staggers, and Fox fires him at the rope!
REVERSE!
Fox comes off the ropes with PERSONAL JUDAS! The fans cheer, and Watts stumbles before Fox spins around as he goes for the Saito Suplex! Watts blocks, and catches Fox with the Discus Punch! Fox drops, and the fans groan as Watts drops back into the corner with a roar as he drops his straps!
Torchwood: Watts looking to put this one away!
TACKLE! But Fox rolls aside, Watts hits the ringpost to stumble backwards Fox levels with him a dropkick! The fans erupt as Watts drops, and starts to rise to his knees as Fox ducks back in the corner before he charges forward!
VISCERAL!
COVER!
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……..THREE!
Tucker: Unbelievable!
Torchwood: Very few people in XHF escape Visceral!
The fans are cheering, and Fox let’s the referee lift his hand. And he nods at the slowly rising Watts who drops back in the corner. Watts nods back before he rolls from the ring holding his neck as Fox rolls from the other side.
Salazar: Your winner, BLOODIED FOX!
Backstage at the Royal Opera House, we see local enhancement talent Fish & Chips Freddie talking with some of the crew. He wears a wifebeater, a bowler hat, and some suspenders on his portly frame. And he laughs, shaking his head as he looks around.
F&C Freddie: Just between you and me, lads? Doc has Donzig’s number! Donzig is great, but Doc? Living legend.
The crew chuckles, though a few look around nervously. Freddie laughs, and gestures grandly as he leans closer.
F&C Freddie: Donzig is going to leave BoB like he left Revolution, mates. On a stretcher.
The crew freezes, and Freddie keeps going before he turns as everyone is staring. And he is face to face with the mask of the Scourge. He swallows, and holds up his hands as he takes a step back. Donzig stalks forward, and he hisses as a hand lifts.
Donzig: Forthwith, the devil did appear for name him, and he is always near.
F&C Freddie: Listen, mate I was just –
Donzig tilts his head, and the crew scatters as Freddie pulls off his hat. He stutters, and Donzig steps closer.
Donzig: Wake up, time to die.
Freddie blinks, and then Donzig is on him. The X-Crown Champion throwing right after right, rocking the portly man back before he grabs his suspenders. He flings him across the equipment crates, and Freddie bounces into the wall. He starts to rise, and Donzig slams the crate into his gut.
Freddie trapped, groans before Donzig grabs his head to start hammering it into the lid of the crate. His eyes wild as he roars, howling angrily as he rips the crate away to drag Freddie from the wall. The big man bleeding, and Donzig yanks him close.
Donzig: TIP TIP GUVNER! CHEERIO!
REAPER’S TOUCH THROUGH THE CATERING TABLE!
Food and drinks fly everywhere, and Freddie grabs at his back. Donzig starts stomping and kicking at him, then crouches down to start throwing punches as he snarls.
Donzig: Doc Holliday is not better than me! Long is not better than me! LD is not better than me! I am the XHF! I am the NEW GOD! I am the X-Crown Champion! Do you fucking hear me? Do you?
Donzig’s fingers claw at Freddie’ face, lifting it as he stares into his eyes. Freddie tries to speak, and Donzig frowns. Then he drags Freddie to his feet, and batters away at him once more. Security and referees run down the hall, though they stop as Donzig stares at them.
Then he hits the 25:17 on the cement! Freddie sprawls, bleeding as Donzig waves a hand. Then he walks off down the hall as they rush to check on Freddie.
Her arms spread, and then she stepped forward as the Scourge walked out. He stared across the Royal Opera House, head tilting as he lifted the X Crown title high. Then he headed down the ramp, the rest of Donzig-gun followed.
Donzig rolled inside the ring, walking back and forth before he climbed the turnbuckle. He held the belt high, and pointed at himself. Then he leapt down before he climbed another, then Sinclair handed him the mic.
Donzig: Welcome to the Age of Donzig. You see at long last, despite the efforts of the powers that be to deny us.
So I stand before you as your X-Crown champion!
He lifted the belt from his shoulder, and the fans gave a mixed pop. Donzig walked back and forth, and then paused to pull off his mask. He passed it to Sinclair, and shrugged.
Donzig: Now some of you may think that a championship changes a man, that maybe I will see things different now.
But no, no, no, this is still a world of ash. This still a place where might makes right, this is still the fall. The end times. I am here to shape the X-Crown in my image! To re-shape the XHF in my image!
And so motherfuckers, not a goddamned thing has changed!
The fans booed at that, and Donzig stormed around the ring before he lifted the belt for the camera.
Donzig: I am not going to be like some X Crown Champions and dodge matches, I am not going to sit on my laurels and pad my reign! I am not going to be like some former champions of WUK and act like entitled pricks, and cry when someone doesn’t have as many defenses as I did!
No, this is going to be a fighting fucking championship! That is going to be my gift to it! I am going to make this a must see title!
A hand waved, and he still dangled the belt from his fist.
Donzig: So if anyone wants this? I am not a hard man to fucking find am I? Because from Japan to Britain, from Canada to Australia, from JROK to HKW!
I am the fucking XHF!
Now some people will say that is not going to give you a record reign, that is not going to keep that belt around your waist! Well, listen very carefully.
Donzig leaned closer, and his eyes narrowed.
Donzig: If I do not fight, then I am not a champion. And I am not Donzig.
The star that burns twice as bright, burns half as long. And the whole world will love you just as long as you are there.
My legacy will be restoring this belt to fucking glory.
The fans cheered at that, and Donzig pointed at himself.
Donzig: So from the lowest ham and egger to the very pillars of the XHF, if you have the ball balls to stand before the Scourge? Here the fuck I am!
All of your lives as they have been are over! You live in the age of Donzig, you live in the Age of the Conqueror!
Donzig dropped the belt back across his shoulder, rolling his neck as a hand lifted to claw at his beard. He sneered, and then gestured.
Donzig: And that brings me to Jason Long.
The Last Crusader. The Divinity.
The fans cheer, chanting for Long as Donzig nods.
Donzig: Jason Long can fool all of you people, he can pull the wool over your fucking eyes. But I see you, Long. You are the same as you always were, and you’re no hero.
You’re the same self serving prick who stood beside me in that cage against the Pillars, and swore we would change the XHF! But you let us all down!
Because you were weak, because you had doubts, because you were soft! And then, and then, you let the Usurper betray me!
Oh, you’re the same snake as you always were, Jason! And now you walk in here like you have changed, but all you want is this–
Donzig lifts the X-Crown, and he waves it with a sneer. He drops it back across his shoulder, fingers sliding across it as he paced back and forth. His eyes narrowed, and he shrugged.
Donzig: You are welcome to try, Long.
Donzig tilts his head, and he waves his hand.
Donzig: That brings me to another problem, Doc Holliday.
The fans chant, and the Scourge hisses.
Donzig: You see Doc, I have nothing but respect for your legacy, for your accomplishments! But the thing is? You walked in here, and put my name in your mouth. You think you can pad your already legendary career with one last big match, one last big win, one last dragon to slay!
But that’s where you fucked up. You should have done a little more research, maybe watched some fucking tape, because Doc? If this was a match, if this was just a nice normal wrestling match? Oh, you like say Jason Long might have had a chance at doing something. Let’s be honest, I have my faults.
The fans agreed, and Donzig glared at them.
Donzig: I am a good wrestler, I might even be a great wrestler. But I do not really have the patience for that give and take shit, I do not have the temperment to have a nice long grappling contest. And if I am being honest?
I think a match has too many rules, it is true. I like a little more bloody way of handling business, the sport of kings is a shadow of war. And war? War is not pretty is it, Doc?
But you want to go extreme, you wanted to make a statement? Well, Doc from JROK to HKW, from the good old days of SWAT and REIGN? And going back to the BWA?
Donzig flashed his ugly grin, and his eyes remained cold. His fingers tightened on the golden surface of the X-Crown, and he adjusted it as he waved a hand as he walked back and forth. He leaned on the ropes, and the mic was lifted.
Donzig: I am not called the Hardcore Incarnate because it is catchy. They do not call me the New God of Xtreme because of my charm and personality, eh? No, no, no.
It is because when there are no rules! Well, I like that. I get to be the real me, and Doc why do not you walk around the back for a while. You can ask them all about the real me.
The real me who likes fire, explosions, and blood. The me who wields a steel chair like a fucking katana. When there are no rules, Doc? I transcend. I become an artist who only paints in one color, eh?
Donzig taps the X-crown.
Donzig: That is how I got this.
Donzig paced, and then he gestured to Sinclair Godrey. She frowned, and reached inside of her coat to produce a paper which she handed to the Scourge. He stared down at it, and he sniffed before he looked up.
Donzig: I will be going to JROK by the way, I have someone to catch on fire. A dear friend who stole something from me once, someone whose father should stay fucking retired.
But Legacy 31? Pier One Brawl? On the eve of the Battle of Britain? Well, I have to speak to the powers that be, but I have someone in mind.
A frown, and he continued. The paper was handed back to Sinclair, and he lifted the mic.
Donzig: Legacy 32? November 18th?
Long? You want to take a shot at the king? You do not fucking miss. And that brings me to someone else, and that someone else likes to sit in the back and whisper. He likes to sit in his little mask, and polish his car.
So let me tell you both one thing!
A finger lifted.
Donzig: Long vs. Donzig vs. Lord Dominicus for the biggest prize in the XHF!
The fans explode, and Donzig holds the belt high as he nods towards the ramp.
Match: Wellington Dunne w/ Cheez vs. Fury w/ Commandrix
Salazar: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Entering first from the far distant future at 225 pounds! Accompanied to the ring by Commandrix, representing the Dark Stars! This is FURY!
Bloodline by Slayer plays as meteor like objects crash and explosives pyros go off in spurts and Fury appears with Commandrix wasting no time stalking to ringside wielding his laser lance glaring in a violent fury as he nears the ring. He reaches the ring and climbs the ringsteps in a threatening manner. When Fury enters the ring Commandrix restrain him from attacking the referee when he steps towards him. He places his laser lance in the corner and removes his futuristic gladiator armor giving them to The Dark Stars as he continues to glare and growl savagely at the referee before looking up the ramp..
Tucker: Fury seems to be barely under control.
Torchwood: He’s the wild card in Commandrix’s arsenal, and he wants to tear Dunne apart!
The fans boo, and Commandrix sniffs at them.
Salazar: And his opponent fighting out of Glasgow, Scotland at 285 pounds! They call him the Glasgow Bull, this is WELLINGTON DUNNE!
‘Seal the Deal’ by Volbeat blasts over the arena, and Dunne walks from the back. He spreads his arms wide as the fans cheer, and Cheez walks out behind him. Dunne glares at the ring, shaking his head before he points a finger.
Fury is held back by Commandrix, and Dunne heads down the ramp to roll inside the ring.
Fulton: Dunne has to be out of his mind.
Tucker: Wellington Dunne is not going back down to Kona’s crazy twin!
Fulton: He probably should.
The fans cheer as Dunne walks to the middle of the ring, and Salazar clears out as Fury stomps over to stare at him. The bell rings, and fists start flying as the two batter each other back and forth before Dunne gets the upper hand! Fury forced to the corner, and then he fires him across the ring but Fury reverses!
Belly to Belly to on the rebound!
Torchwood: Fury is giving up a lot of size, but he makes up for it in skill!
Dunne shakes his head, and rolls back to his feet to grapple with Fury. Forcing him against the ropes, the referee calls for a break and Dunne backs up as Commandrix yells at Fury. He comes off the ropes, driving stiff kicks into Dunne’s legs and ribs.
CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!
Dunne is driven to the corner, and then he delivers a brutal headbutt before he spins Fury into the corner to deliver some huge chops of his own as the fans count!
Torchwood: Both men are beating each other bloody inside that ring!
Tucker: Can you hear those chops!
Dunne drags Fury from the corner, shaking his head before he hits him with a T-Bone Suplex! The fans cheer, and Dunne spreads his arms as he drops back in the corner to stare at Fury as he starts to slowly rise.
SPEAR!
Tucker: Dunne levels Fury!
Fulton: Are you on the Dunne train now?
The fans are eating it up as Dunne covers Fury!
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……Commandrix drags his foot under the ropes! The ref misses it, but stops the count as Commandrix points it out to a chorus of boos. Cheez is on the apron, gesturing angrily which distracts the referee.
Commandrix reaches through the ropes, raking her nails across the face of the rising Dunne! And Fury wastes no time in grabbing Dunne to deliver the ATOMIC BUSTER! Dunne is down, and Fury grins before he runs across the ring to send Cheez sprawling from the apron! Dunne starts to rise, and Fury barrels in with a spear of his own!
Dunne is dropped, COVER!
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…….KICKOUT!
Tucker: Dunne in trouble!
Fulton: If he had sense he would stay down!
Fury was stomping and kickings away at Dunne, battering away at him before he rips him to his feet. He delivers a few hard chops, laying Dunne’s chest open before he fires him at the corner! But Dunne reverses, and levels him with a clothesline!
A hand pressed to his bleeding chest, and then he grabs Fury as he rises!
WELL N’ DUNNE!
Torchwood: Fury looks like he has been knocked out cold!
Tucker: Dunne going for the cover!
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…..2….
…….Commandrix starts to climb inside the ring, but is ripped backwards by the furious Cheez!
…….THREE!
Fulton: Where is the referee Cheez interfered with Commandrix!
Tucker: Would you stop!
The fans are cheering as the referee lifts Dunne’s hand, and Cheez joins him inside the ring. And then the Dark Stars are in the ring, cracking a chair across the back of Cheez. Then they start battering away at Dunne, the chair cracking over his back again and again.
STARKILLER!
Tucker: TYPICAL! TYPICAL!
Fulton: You think the Dark Stars are going to take being defeated by riff raff like Dunne?
Fury is back on his feet, and drags Cheez into the corner to stomp away at him. The fans booing as Commandrix calls the shots, and the Dark Stars hold Dunne down as he tries to get to his partner before he is dropped with a superkick from Fury.
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The fans cheer after a momen’s confusion as Slam Three comes running down the ramp, chair in hand as he drives inside the ring. He swings it wildly, leveling Fury before he starts trading punches with the other two Dark Stars!
Cheez battered is back on his feet, and starts firing off punches of his own. Then Commandrix calls a retreat, glaring at the ring as she holds back Fury as they head up the ramp.
Torchwood: This isn’t over, lads!
Tucker: I don’t think it is!
Cheez speaks to Slam, who helps Dunne to his feet. The pair shake hands before they stare after the Dark Stars, and we head to our first commercial.
Match: Bloodied Fox vs. Kalmin Watts
The fans cheer as ‘Twenties’ by Ghost blasts through the Royal Opera House, and Watts comes from the back. He kneels down, hitting the ramp before he rises with a spread of his arms. Pyros pop and blast across the stage, and AJ walks out from behind him. Watts yells at the fans, and high fives a few as he heads for the ring.
He rolls inside, pacing back and forth before he looks towards the ramp.
Tucker: Watts out for revenge in this match against Fox! This is the first time these two have faced off since the Battle of Britain two years ago!
Torchwood: That was a different Fox, and a different Watts, lad.
Fulton: They are both still losers!
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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, England at 206 pounds! He is the Bloody Rainmaker, this is BLOODIED FOX!
The fans cheer again, and Fox nods at Watts who nods back. They head for the middle of the ring, and the ref calls for the bell. The pair lock up, struggling back and forth before Fox is pressed against the ropes. They break, and lock up once more before Fox is pushed back. Watts nods at him, and the pair circle before Watts darts in going for a leg! Fox moves aside, and fires off a few punches before Watts is on him again!
Torchwood: Watts using his amateur background to try and get an edge on Fox!
Fox breaks free, and Watts rolls behind him as he goes for a suplex! Fox shoves his hands down, shaking his head as he leans back to stop the move. The fans are cheering them on, and then Watts finally drops Fox with a belly to back! He moves quickly for the cover, and Fox rolls away to come off the ropes with the Penalty Kick!
Watts staggers back, and Fox goes low for the roll up!
Watts rolls through, and goes for the pin!
KICKOUT!
Tucker: Unbelievable exchange between the former Champion and the current Number One Contender!
Torchwood: These are two of the best in XHF!
The pair exchange nods, circling one another before Watts goes in once more. But Fox rolls behind him, spinning him around to fire him at the ropes! Reverse by Watts, and Fox comes off the ropes before being caught by a vicious chop! Fox staggers, and Watts delivers another chop before he shoves Fox into the corner.
Watts rips Fox from the corner, lifting him over his head before he pumps him up and down! GORILLA PRESS SLAM!
COVER!
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……KICKOUT!
Tucker: Watts can’t let himself get frustrated!
AJ says something, and Watts scowls as he hauls Fox upwards. And then Fox fires off a rapid flurry of palm strikes that stagger the bigger man back!
MDK!
Watts drops and Fox grabs for him, stomping away at his back and shoulders before he locks on the Lament Configuration! The fans explode, and Anthony Jordan hits the apron as he yells for Watts who grabs for the ropes! He misses, and Fox wrenches the hold tighter as Watts drags himself closer to the ropes!
Fulton: Watts in trouble!
Torchwood: Fox is not letting up!
Watts pulls Fox closer to the ropes, shaking his head before he makes final lunge! His hand wraps around the ropes, and the ref calls for a break! Fox pulls away, and rolls to his feet before Watts follows suit!
Fox fires off a superkick, but Watts ducks low and comes up under him to hit a backdrop! The fans are cheering them on, and Fox starts to rise before Watts fires him at the ropes!
OKLAHOMA HAMMER!
Tucker: Fox is leveled!
Torchwood: The wind taken out of the Number One Contender!
Watts wastes no time, and he locks his legs around Fox’s ribs!
SOONER SQUEEZE!
The fans are divided, and Watts tightens his legs as Fox pushes at them. He is trying to push free, and the legs of the former WUK Champion tighten. Fox twists, grabbing for the ropes but coming up short! He claws at the mat, drawing to get at the ropes as Watts twists away as he clamps down harder.
Fulton: Fox should just tap!
Tucker: That is not who Fox is!
Fox shook his head, crawling across the mat as his strength seemed to fade! And he grabbed the ropes, Watts broke the hold! And was on his feet, he grabbed Fox around the waist before he dropped him in the middle of the ring with a bridging German!
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…..2….
…….KICKOUT!
Watts shakes his head, and rises as Fox climbs to his own feet. The pair face off, and slowly circle before Fox hits the QUESTION MARK KICK! Watts staggers, and Fox fires him at the rope!
REVERSE!
Fox comes off the ropes with PERSONAL JUDAS! The fans cheer, and Watts stumbles before Fox spins around as he goes for the Saito Suplex! Watts blocks, and catches Fox with the Discus Punch! Fox drops, and the fans groan as Watts drops back into the corner with a roar as he drops his straps!
Torchwood: Watts looking to put this one away!
TACKLE! But Fox rolls aside, Watts hits the ringpost to stumble backwards Fox levels with him a dropkick! The fans erupt as Watts drops, and starts to rise to his knees as Fox ducks back in the corner before he charges forward!
VISCERAL!
COVER!
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……..THREE!
Tucker: Unbelievable!
Torchwood: Very few people in XHF escape Visceral!
The fans are cheering, and Fox let’s the referee lift his hand. And he nods at the slowly rising Watts who drops back in the corner. Watts nods back before he rolls from the ring holding his neck as Fox rolls from the other side.
Salazar: Your winner, BLOODIED FOX!
Backstage at the Royal Opera House, we see local enhancement talent Fish & Chips Freddie talking with some of the crew. He wears a wifebeater, a bowler hat, and some suspenders on his portly frame. And he laughs, shaking his head as he looks around.
F&C Freddie: Just between you and me, lads? Doc has Donzig’s number! Donzig is great, but Doc? Living legend.
The crew chuckles, though a few look around nervously. Freddie laughs, and gestures grandly as he leans closer.
F&C Freddie: Donzig is going to leave BoB like he left Revolution, mates. On a stretcher.
The crew freezes, and Freddie keeps going before he turns as everyone is staring. And he is face to face with the mask of the Scourge. He swallows, and holds up his hands as he takes a step back. Donzig stalks forward, and he hisses as a hand lifts.
Donzig: Forthwith, the devil did appear for name him, and he is always near.
F&C Freddie: Listen, mate I was just –
Donzig tilts his head, and the crew scatters as Freddie pulls off his hat. He stutters, and Donzig steps closer.
Donzig: Wake up, time to die.
Freddie blinks, and then Donzig is on him. The X-Crown Champion throwing right after right, rocking the portly man back before he grabs his suspenders. He flings him across the equipment crates, and Freddie bounces into the wall. He starts to rise, and Donzig slams the crate into his gut.
Freddie trapped, groans before Donzig grabs his head to start hammering it into the lid of the crate. His eyes wild as he roars, howling angrily as he rips the crate away to drag Freddie from the wall. The big man bleeding, and Donzig yanks him close.
Donzig: TIP TIP GUVNER! CHEERIO!
REAPER’S TOUCH THROUGH THE CATERING TABLE!
Food and drinks fly everywhere, and Freddie grabs at his back. Donzig starts stomping and kicking at him, then crouches down to start throwing punches as he snarls.
Donzig: Doc Holliday is not better than me! Long is not better than me! LD is not better than me! I am the XHF! I am the NEW GOD! I am the X-Crown Champion! Do you fucking hear me? Do you?
Donzig’s fingers claw at Freddie’ face, lifting it as he stares into his eyes. Freddie tries to speak, and Donzig frowns. Then he drags Freddie to his feet, and batters away at him once more. Security and referees run down the hall, though they stop as Donzig stares at them.
Then he hits the 25:17 on the cement! Freddie sprawls, bleeding as Donzig waves a hand. Then he walks off down the hall as they rush to check on Freddie.
