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Post by moonchild on Oct 17, 2019 19:21:24 GMT -5
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The scene opens at the chosen site for Ultimate Online Wrestling’s biggest show yet, the “Brawl at the Wall”, located in the desert on the southern United States boarder wall near San Luis, Arizona. It is two days before the event will take place and the location is an insane cluster of thousands of people all there for different reasons and agenda’s. Hundreds of Ultimate Wrestling construction workers and MOX’s television setup crew employees are working tirelessly around the clock to get all the equipment and materials for the makeshift outdoor arena setup for Sunday’s event. On the far end of the newly paved parking lot, a large jumbo plasma screen has been erected for everyone outside of the arena to be able to watch the competition inside the squared circle.
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Across from where the outdoor arena is being built, construction on the new southern border wall continues at a feverish pace. A large podium has been built where President Ronald McStrump will place the last cement block in celebration of completing construction of his controversial wall. About 100 yards on either side of the podium stand heavily armed National Guard soldiers. Behind them sit industrial reinforced guard railings that have been bolted into the concrete. On the far left side stands liberal protesters, feminist, pro-immigration supporters, and the anti-fascist anarchist group called “Antifa” who look ready for a fight. Directly opposite of them behind another guard railing and blockade of National Guard soldiers stands a large group of “Alt-Right” white nationalist dressed in khaki shorts, polo’s and baseball caps, pro anti-immigration protesters with racist signs and posters, and a large group of fascistic Neo-Nazi members shouting racist rhetoric and carrying flags and protest signs with pictures of Americanized Nazi symbols.
The scene transitions into a luxury suite up high on a second level of the structure inside the newly constructed stadium. Inside it stands Rupert Mudcock and President Ronald McStrump at a large plate glass window overlooking all the construction taking place outside in the hot Arizona sun. The room is stunning and the Franchise Title that will be awarded to the winner of the main event made from the Egyptian Orb sits up on a wall in the room gleaming from the sunlight pouring into the room.
Rupert Mudcock: I have to congratulate you Mr. President on your work on repealing DACA. Fantastic work sir, it’s about time that immigration laws were enforced in this country! You’re doing the work that we voted you in to do and we couldn’t be prouder!
President McStrump: No, no Rupert, It’s me that has to thank you. Look at all of this! Tomorrow night this event will go down in history as the night that we started taking back control of our country. The night that we secured our boarder.
Rupert Mudcock: Thank you sir, it’s an honor. I hope we can deliver a special night for you and all your supporters.
President lets out a loud sigh as he continues to stare out the window while enjoying his SunBucks coffee drink.
President McStrump: Look at them all out there, stupid people, angry, divided, why can’t everyone see that I’m trying to make America great again? I’m trying to stop this senseless globalization, fight this ugly one world culture war, and help the American worker. Why can’t these dumb liberal’s see it!
Rupert Mudcock: Those bleeding heart liberals will never understand the work we are doing to fix our country. They’ve all been indoctrinated and brainwashed by these idiotic educational institutions that they’ve all indebted themselves to for life. They think they’re angry at us, but they’re really angry cause their poor and can’t get out of debt.
President McStrump: I’m trying to save us all damn it! These people have no idea what’s coming our way! They have no idea what a mess I’ve been handed! These are bad times Rupert and we have to act quickly and bigly if we are going save America from what’s coming.
Rupert Mudcock: I understand sir, you have mine and MOX news complete support!
The president pats Rupert on the back and smiles in a comforting way just as two secret agents run up to them distraught and sweating.
President McStrump: you’re a good friend Rupert.
Secret Agent # 1: Sir! So sorry to interrupt your meeting with Mr. Mudcock. We need to take you into the presidential suite for a briefing about North Korea immediately!
President McStrump: What’s that maniac done now?
Secret Agent # 2: He’s tested an actual Hydrogen Bomb sir.
President McStrump:Good God….This is hugely bad.
The President excuses himself from the room and walks out with the secret agents as Rupert turns around and looks back out the window and lets out a sigh of his own.
Rupert Mudcock: The world is becoming more dangerous by the day…
Live the Next Day
The sight of a massive crowd both inside the newly constructed arena and outside of it can be seen from an overhead blimp camera focusing down on the brightly lit area of space on the ground. After a few seconds of live dead air time the voices of Scott Slade and Chris Rodgers can be heard as they start their coverage of this historic evening.
Chris Rodgers: Hello America! Welcome to the Brawl at the Wall! I’m Chris Rodgers sitting alongside my partner in crime Scott Slade! We are coming to you streaming live on Squawker, MeTube.com, and broadcasting from America’s number one watched cable television entertainment and News channel in America, M.O.X!
Scott Slade: Uh…God… I just want to say right from the start I feel completely uncomfortable being here tonight and being a part of this whole thing Chris! I wouldn’t be here tonight if it wasn’t for the fact that all the proceeds are going to help fund the recovery from Hurricane Harvey and Irma and that insane terrorist attack on Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas, Nevada that took place just one week ago.
Chris Rodgers: How can you say that Scott? This wall is going to keep all the evil out of our country! This is a fantastic moment for America and we get to cover it and share it with the people all over this great Nation and even the world!
Scott Slade: You really can’t see what’s wrong with this? Anyway, of course all of our thoughts and prayers going out to the families and people devastated by this horrible storm that hit the great state of Texas and the State of Florida.
Chris Rodgers: The only thing I see that’s wrong with this whole situation is that we have to sit in here and watch Preisdent McStrump on tele-monitors instead of being outside to witness this thing first hand!
Scott Slade: I’m really starting lose faith in humanity…
The cameras switch from the blimp aerial view to on the ground about 300 yards away from the arena focused on the boarder wall. A massive podium has been erected near the top of the wall where one cement cinder block remains to be put in place in order to finish the 40 billion dollar wall. The very beautiful Miss America stands at the top of the podium waiting to present the last block for President McStrump to personally put it in place. Military helicopters patrol the area and homeland security is clearly present at every possible vantage point tonight to protect the President.
Suddenly the American anthem begins to play from a large audio sound system and President McStrump exits out of his Presidential Limousine waving at his obvious supporters on his right. The chants of “Your orange, your gross, you lost the popular vote” can be heard from his left by his political opposition. McStrump makes his way up to the podium ignoring there chants the best he can holding his tie so it doesn’t blow wildly in the desert wind.
Chris Rodgers: This is it Scott! The moment everyone has been Squawking about on Squaker all week! President McStrump is going to finally finish the wall himself! I can’t think of bigger win for him as our new President!
Rich Reland: I think I’m going to be sick…
Chris Rodgers: I told you not to eat that weird vegan burrito.
As McStrump reaches the top of the podium he gives Miss America a hug and a clear firm grope on her buttocks much to her surprise. The noise level between the two political factions is deafening as President McStrump holds up the cinder block and then places it on the wall physically and symbolically completing the division between Mexico and the United States. An uproar is heard as it happens and the Alt-Right side of crowd quiets down ready to listen to the Presidents words. The liberal side of the crowd starts chanting "No KKK, No Fascist USA, No McStrump!” trying to throw the President off his game.
President McStrump: Tonight marks a momentous moment for our country! The completion of this wall has increased our national security and made our streets safer. No longer! Will criminals, rapists, and drug couriers, be able to cross freely into our country flooding us with chaos, violence, and pain. I promise all of the American voters that though we initially payed for this wall with American tax payer money, Mexico will reimburse us in full for it! Now thanks to the good people of the MOX Network we will celebrate this historic night with America’s favorite sport, Wrestling!
An intense stridency from the amassed crowds can be heard all the way from inside the arena as the cameras cut back to Chris and Scott at their announcer table. The fans inside cheer, clap, and some have even started to cry a little from the glee of watching the events outside unfold on the mega screen above the stage in the arena. It’s clear that the 99.9% of the fans in attendance are hardcore President McStrump supporters and alt-right members.
Chris Rodgers: Well there you have it! The wall is complete and we are ready to kick this celebration off with our first match! Scott we’ve got a grudge match here between Veredredi and Dwight Couch who do you see taking this one!
Scotts Slade: I uh… man, I’m sorry… I just… I can’t believe all you people.
Chris Rodgers: You people? What do you mean by “You People”?
Scott Slade: Never mind! I need this job to feed my family! You want know who I think is going win this damn match?
Chris Rodgers: My God Scott this is a family show! We’re live, watch your darn mouth!
Scott Slade: Vendredi! I think Vendredi kicks his butt!
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The cameras cut to the stage as “Come with Me Now” by the Kongo’s starts to play over the speaker system. The fans let out a positive roar, as D.C. walks out onto the stage clearly not acting like his usual self. He looks uncomfortable having any part of this strange event being put on by his boss Rupert. His arm and shoulder is wrapped in ace band aid wrap and he clearly still does not look anywhere near a hundred percent healed up from the injury he suffered at the hands of Vendredi during the first round of the tournament. As D.C. makes his way into the ring, Rich Relando begins to announce his origin and stats to the fans in attendance.
Rich Relando: Entering the ring at this moment, all the way from the great state of Kentucky! Weighing in at 225 pounds, and standing at a height of six feet, three inches! The Legend! DWIGHT COUCH!
Chris Rodgers: These fans are really behind Dwight Couch!
Scott Slade: So surprising…I wonder why Chris?
Chris Rodgers: Obviously this guy is an extremely brave athlete who had no business getting into the ring with Salinas last week. She twistedly went after his injured shoulder like the clear sociopath that she is further injuring it! Now Dwight is here and he is now going into that ring again against this weirdo Vendredi risking additional damage to that shoulder. What’s not to love about this guy!
Scott Slade: I’ll give you that Chris, Couch has been dedicated to Ultimate Wrestling, putting his career on the line, and continuing to wrestle while hurt. I think though he’s really here tonight to get revenge on Vendredi for throwing him out of the ring and onto his shoulder during the tournament which is what caused the injury in the first place.
The cameras switch back to the stage, as “All Along the Watchtower” by Jimi Hendrix begins to play over the sound system’s speakers. Smoke fills the stage and as it dissipates the Baron Vendredi appears before the viewers at home and the people in attendance.
Rich Relando: Born and raised in New Orleans! Our next competitor hails currently from the city of Detroit! Standing a massive six feet, six inches and weighing in at an astounding 285 pounds! THE MYSTERIOUS BARON VENDREDI!
Vendredi exhales smoke from his nostrils and then sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring. The two men meet in the center of the ring and start exchanging massive repeated right and left punches. The brawling ignites the crowd in attendance into a frenzy as they lose themselves in the ferocity of the fighters.
Chris Rodgers: Vendredi isn’t even waiting for the official bell!
Scott Slade: I think he just wants to get this thing over with as soon as possible and I don’t blame him one bit.
The referee signals for the bell and the bell keeper rings it signifying the official start of the contest. Couch gets a few good shots in, in succession, and staggers the big Vendredi back into the far right corner turnbuckle. D.C. moves in and hits a few more punches, and then Irish whips the big man into the turnbuckle diagonally across from them. D.C. then sprints at him and delivers a monstrous splash which gets a nice pop from the crowd.
Chris Rodgers: Dwight Couch on a roll here to start this match-up!
Dwight Couch pulls him out the corner, locks Vendredi’s head under his arm, and DDT’s him hard into the ring mat. He then goes for the quick cover and the referee drops down for the count.
Scott Slade: DDT and a cover! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!
Dwight picks Vendredi up and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Vendredi reverses it, and sends Couch into them instead. Vendredi is ready for Couch as he comes at him and picks him up lifting him high up into the air causing the predominately white nationalist crowd to boo and scream disgusting racial slurs at the young African American athlete. The big man then slams Couch hard onto his back into the canvas of the ring causing him to scream out loud in pain upon impact.
Scott Slade: These people in here and their hate disgusts me! This young man has a full academic scholarship to Wyane State University and was sought after by many division 1 school’s for their football teams. He doesn’t deserve this kind of harassment by these people!
Chris Rodgers: I don’t hear anything except your annoying voice Slade! Of course my hearing has never been the same since I came back from Vietnam. TOO MUCH GUNFIRE!
Scott Slade shakes his head in a depressed manner as inside the ring, Vendredi picks Dwight up again, wraps his big arms around him, and delivers a spectacular spine buster which angers the crowd even more. Vendredi goes for a quick cover trying to end the match quickly so he can just get out of there.
Scott Slade: What an impact! Cover! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Couch got his shoulder up just in time!
Chris Rodgers: Dwight Couch has got to find a way to turn the momentum around here if he wants to win this one!
Scott Slade: I think these subhuman moron’s in the crowd are just firing Vendredi up with their disgusting insults which is making this match even harder for D.C. in the process!
Vendredi gets back to his feet and tries to pick up D.C., but Dwight punches Vendredi in the throat forcing the big man off of him. Couch uses the ropes to climb back up to his feet just as Vendredi regains his composure and starts coming back towards him. D.C. kick’s Vendredi in the gut and then grabs him by his long dreadlocks and pulls him in close. He then nails the Baron with a stunner laying him out stone cold. Both men lay on their backs breathing heavily for a few seconds before Dwight digs down deep and crawls onto Vendredi for another cover.
Scott Slade: Couch Cutter! Another cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT VENDREDI!
Chris Rodgers: You got to hook the tights D.C.! Hook the tights man!
Dwight gets to his feet looking frustrated and stomps a few times on Vendredi. He then picks him up and tosses him through the ring ropes and out onto the hard concrete floor outside of the ring. The fans let out a roar and a few unsavory individuals in the first row spit on Vendredi and dump their beers on him in a show of disrespect. Vendredi rolls around on the ground favoring his right shoulder that took the brunt of the fall.
Chris Rodgers: There you go Dwight! Throw the trash out the ring!
Scot Slade: What’s Couch thinking now?
Dwight doesn’t waste any time and goes to the turnbuckle closest to Vendredi. He climbs up onto the top rope as the fans begin to clamor in anticipation for an aerial maneuver. As Vendredi struggles to his feet, he is shocked to see Couch flying at him from off of the top rope. Vendredi is unable able to react in time, Dwight smokes him with a flying axe handle smash straight dead center to his forehead.
Scott Slade: Oh! My! God! That was insane!
Chris Rodgers: Couch is pulling out all the stops tonight! He knows what’s on the line! IT’S ABOUT PRIDE AND RESPECT!
Vendredi lays sprawled out on the floor from the attack and Couch takes the opportunity to start exchanging heated rhetoric with the fans in the front row that had been disrespecting Vendredi.
Chris Rodgers: No! What are you doing Couch! Forget those people, focus on Vendredi!
Without warning, one of the more aggressive fans takes a hard swing at D.C. and nails him square in the nose sending him backside first into the edge of the ring. Ultimate Wrestling security rushes in and tackles the hostile fans to the floor and handcuff them before dragging them away.
Scott Slade: My God, one of those pricks just punched Couch straight in the face without warning!
Chris Rodgers: Serves him right! The fans are why we’re here in first place. There why we get a pay check at the end of the week! Couch needs to get his head out his ass if he wants win this thing and he needs to stop worrying about what people the crowd are saying! This is America! The land of free speech!
Scott Slade: More like hate speech if you ask me!
Blood has started to gush from Couch’s nostrils as he tries to shake off the unexpected sucker punch. Vendredi gets to his knees and takes a three point stance before charging at DC and spears him like football player right into the steel steps attached to the ring. The impact is so powerful it dislodges the steps and causes Couch to cry out in pain from the blow. The fans erupt in a chorus of boos as Vendredi rolls back into the ring to avoid a count out. Couch barely gets back to his feet and into the ring avoid count out as well. The two men instantly start exchanging massive blows again like they had when the match first started.
Scott Slade: I can’t believe the intestinal fortitude these two men have! They both are going at it like there is no tomorrow!
Chris Rodgers: What a slug-fest! This is just a flat out street fight!
Dwight kicks Vendredi in the gut and the brawling stops. He then bends Vendredi's head down and locks it in between his legs. Dwight attempts to lift the massive Vendredi up for a pile driver, but his back gives out and he is unable to lift the big man off the mat. Vendredi quickly reverses the maneuver and back body drops Dwight onto the mat. Dwight screams in pain holding his lower back and rolling around on the mat as Vendredi cocks his head all weird and grins cock eyed at the fans booing him. He then locks his eyes with laser like focus on D.C.
Chris Rodgers: No! No! No!
Scot Slade: This looks bad for Couch! Vendredi has lost it!
Dwight is completely unaware that Vendredi is waiting for him to get back up. As he gets to his feet holding his back, Vendredi takes off like a bat out of hell. He sprints at Couch spearing him again laying him out flat on his back in the process. The impact causes Dwight to suffer a whip lash affect and he is knocked unconscious. Vendredi covers him instantly and hooks the leg as the referee drops down for the count.
Chris Rodgers: Kickout! Kickout damn it!
Scott Slade: ONE! TWO! AND THREE! It’s over! Baron Vendredi wins his first Ultimate Wrestling match of his career here at the Brawl at the Wall!
The fans erupt in a tremendously appalling manner swearing and screaming racial slurs at the winner. The referee raises the Baron’s hand in the air signifying him the winner and the fans commence throwing everything they can find into the ring. Vendredi is forced to maneuver his way through bottles of beer, hot dogs, and other concession stand refreshments as he makes his way out of the ring.
Chris Rodgers: The fans are giving that cheater exactly what he deserves!
Scott Slade: What the hell are you talking about Chris?
Chris Rodgers: Its obvious Vendredi paid that lunatic to attack Couch during the match! Vendredi knows he can’t win a straight fair match with DC!
Scott Slade: You know what Chris? You’re just flat out wrong. It’s obvious that guy was acting of his own free will and you know it!
Chris Rodgers: Don’t tell me I’m wrong! You need to respect your elder’s young man!
Scott Slade: And we need to go to a commercial break! People don’t go anywhere because up next Takuma Sato takes on Kronin!
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While the live feed cuts for commercial break we see Jeremiah Vastrix back stage in the men’s locker room watching the around the hour coverage of the terror attack on the Last Vegas Stratosphere Tower on the ANN news channel. He is clearly still shaken up and a bit banged up from his run in with Gizer earlier in the week. The masked one eyed wrestler listen’s closely to Wolf Sizzler doing his report on his show the “State of Affairs.”
Wolfe Sizzler: So far, Federal officials and homeland security have been able to identify the deceased assailant that committed the deadly attack on the Stratosphere as President and Majority shareholder of Atalar Robotics, Gizer Sarp. A recovered iPhone show’s footage of the attack by Gizer in an exoskeleton suit like nothing we’ve ever seen before, save perhaps in a Marvel Comics Iron Man film. Atlar Robotics has denied have any knowledge of the suit, its design, or even why Gizer would want to attack a highly populated tourist attraction full of innocent people. The death toll now being stated as over 3’500 people dead due to this horrific attack.
Video footage of the attack plays on a small window screen to the right of Wolf’s head. The footage is gruesome and Jeremiah and Johnny Melange can be seen fighting for their lives in the recovered video footage. The video then changes to an outside shot of the building collapsing. Dust, concrete, and smoke fills the air in a giant plum of toxic fumes. The video then transitions to live coverage, as rescue workers, police, and firemen work around the clock searching for survivors.
Suddenly without warning the locker room door swings open and in steps two FBI agents with stern looks on their faces. The agent on the right is a very large man who looks to be about six feet, eight inches tall, with brown hair, and dark skin. The other, a woman, six feet tall, with porcelain white skin, and platinum blond hair. They flash their badges at Vastrix who just sits and stares at the two agents as they approach him not moving at all.
Male Agent: Jeremiah Vastrix… We know you were the focus of the attack at the Stratosphere.
Female Agent: We want to know why.
Male Agent: You’re going to tell us everything you know if you want to be able to wrestle tonight for that title. Otherwise you’ll be spending the next year in Gitmo while we sort this thing out and figure out exactly what’s going on.
Vastrix lets out a sigh of frustration, clearly knowing that eventually what had transpired at the stratosphere would catch up to him.
Jeremiah Vastrix: Fine let’s go and get this over with shall we?
The two federal agents handcuff Vastrix and then walk him out of the locker room as the other wrestlers look on with surprised looks on their faces. It’s clear they are shocked to hear that Jeremiah had anything to do with tragedy on television.
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The feed comes back live with Chris and Scott ready to call the next match. The crowd seems even more unruly then they were when the last match ended. Rich Relando stands in the middle of the ring in his old fashioned white suit and white fedora hat. It’s clear by the look on his face that he doesn’t want to be present at this event any more than Scott Slade, but he knows he doesn’t have a choice if he wants to keep job.
Scott Slade: Well this is a match that some people have been looking forward to more than our main event tonight. Two men with very different styles who have proven that they are more than likely future champions and UOW superstars in the making. The young Takuma Sato holds the record for the quickest victory in Ultimate Wrestling history and Kronin Reinhardt absolutely dismantled Johnny Melange last week!
Chris Rodgers: Rein-fart better be on point tonight, because if he isn’t, Sato’s going drop him six feet under with that darn death punch of his!
Scott Slade: Seriously? You’re still doing the fart jokes?
Chris Rodgers: What? That’s his name! It says so here on my program, Rein-fart!
Rich Relando: Ladies and gentleman! Are you ready!
The fans in the arena begin to chant “start the match” over and over, insulting Rich Relando. The chant is cut off as “Ich Will” by Rammstein starts to play. Kronin walks out onto the stage to an extremely negative response from the majority of the people in the stadium. Despite his German heritage, the Alt-Right fans in attendance do not seem to like him due to his foreign status.
Rich Relando: Traveling here all the way from Berlin, Germany. Weighing in at an impressive 275 pounds, and standing tall at six feet, six inches! KRONIN REINHARDT!
Scott Slade: Reinhardt is an impressive example of the human specimen. A former professional soccer player and a former member of German military. The thing that really stands out to me is how calm and collected this man is! He never once felt flustered or out of control during his match with Johnny Melange.
The big German makes his way down the ramp, up the steel steps, and high steps up over the top rope and into the ring. Referee Jim Hopkin’s has a few words with him as they wait for his music to cut off and Sato to enter onto the stage. Kronin looks up at the star filled desert sky and looks at the helicopters flying above his head. He smiles before shaking his head in disbelief. Suddenly his music cuts and “Something to Believe In” by The Offspring starts to play on the sound system. The camera’s cut away from Kronin and focus in on Takuma Sato as he walks out to another onslaught of racial slurs and boo’s. Sato is dressed in a traditional white Karategi and black belt. He seems furious and angry with the people around him.
Rich Relando: His challenger! The master of the heart punch! Hailing from Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 195 pounds, and standing at a height of five feet, nine inches! TAKUMA SATO!
Sato marches up the steel steps and gets in the ring ignoring the crowd until he reaches Rich Relando. He then rips the microphone out of his hand and straightaway starts shouting at the fans at the top of his lungs. It’s clear the stress of Ivan Stricker’s kidnapping by the Russian Mafia and the pressure of his must win situation is getting to him.
Scott Slade: It looks like Sato has something to get off of his mind.
Takuma Sato: YOU FUCKING PEOPLE DISGUST ME!
Chris Rodgers: Good God! Someone cut him off! This is a family program!
Scott Slade: Glad someone said it! I never been so offended by a wrestling crowd in my life!
The crowd erupts and start chanting “Go Back Home” in response to his outburst. Some of the younger immature people in attendance start making weird faces using their fingers to pull back their eye lids in order to imitate Sato’s Asian facial features.
Takuma Sato: I WAS BORN HERE YOU ASSHOLES! I’M AS AMERICAN AS YOU ARE! THE WAY YOU ALL TREATED VENDREDI OUT HERE DISGUST’S EVERY ONE OF US IN THE BACK! I HOPE EVERYONE YOU DIES A SLOW AGONIZING DEATH JUST BEFORE REAPER COMES AND SNATCHES YOUR UGLY SOULS BACK TO HELL! DO YOU HEAR…….
Chris Rodgers: Finally! It’s about time someone shut that microphone off! I couldn’t listen to that little maniac anymore!
Sato realizes the microphone has been turned off by Ultimate Wrestling officials as the crowd inside the stadium has reached almost an uncontrollable level of rage and hatred. Kronin walks over to Sato and pats him on the back trying to calm him down. However nothing he say’s gets through to the young Asian fighter as he continues to shout at the people nearest to the ring. Suddenly multiple men from the first row hop the fence and rush into the ring. Security is able to stop a few of them, but five individuals make it into the ring and attempt to attack Sato.
Scott Slade: My God! Sato baited these idiots into the ring! There trying to attack our fighters!
Chris Rodgers: Someone should arrest Sato for inciting a riot!
Kronin easily takes down the first individual who comes at him, slamming him to the canvas hard, and then repeats the action with the next individual who attempts to take a wild swing at him. Sato knocks two of his assailants down with a jump spinning wheel kick and then lands on his feet just in time to secure the arm of his next attacker. Once the arm is trapped, Sato uses a powerful palm strike on the back elbow of his attackers arm. The bone snaps loudly and breaks, piercing through the skin causing it to protrude outwards spilling blood onto the ring mat much to everyone’s shock.
Scott Slade: Oh my God! Sato just crippled that man! Oh man… I think I’m going vomit…
Chris Rodgers: Hah! You wouldn’t have survived a day in Vietnam Scotty boy! Boy, this reminds me of the time when my good friend Ronald Washington took on a whole Vietcong battalion on his own after a heavy night of drinking!
Scott Slade: Chris we don’t have time for your old war stories! Look at this crazy action in the ring!
The crowd is almost instantly silenced by Sato’s gruesome retaliation. More security guards and Arizona police officers rush down the ramp to arrest the men who jumped the guard railing and carry them away much to the dismay of the crowd in attendance and the people watching outside of the arena on the mega-screen. Referee Jim Hopkins gets control of his fighters and finally signals for the match to officially start.
Chris Rodgers: I can’t believe this! There actually going to let this match happen after these two assaulted our fans! They should be arrested! Suspended! And fined 3 months’ pay!
Scott Slade: The bell's been rung and I don’t know about you partner, but I want see this thing go down!
Sato composes himself as the two fighters circle one another sizing each other up. Sato stops suddenly and bow’s in front of Kronin as a sign of respect. Kronin returns the bow and the two begin circling each other again looking for an opening to attack one another.
Scott Slade: Sato is a master of Jeet Kune Do and Kronin is trained in many fighting styles including Krav Maga. This is going to be a fantastic battle of martial art styles with two world class athletes!
Chris Rodgers: Looks like there just dancing around the ring to me Scott!
Kronin moves in and throws a few kicks, which Sato receives, and blocks with his own legs. Kronin then moves in for a punch, but Sato intercepts, and combats it with straight lead punch of his own. Sato connects square on the chin of the big German destabilizing him. He then follows up with a spinning wheel kick, but the kick is blocked by Kronin’s big right forearm. Sato tries to follow up with jumping push kick, but Kronin’s military instincts take over, and he charges forward getting underneath it, tackling Sato’s to the canvas in the process. The two struggle on the canvas as Kronin throws a flurry of punches on Sato. The young martial artist does his best to block the punches putting his arms over his face in a blocking position, but this exposes his midsection which Reinhardt takes advantage of with a few power strikes to the chest of his opponent. The fans begin to stir and get behind the big German. After being the focus of Sato’s rant earlier they seem to have warmed up to Kronin.
Scott Slade: Kronin taking the fight to Takuma!
Chris Rodgers: That’s it Rein-fart! The little punk is off his game! Take it to him!
Kronin hooks both of Sato’s legs and turns him over for a Boston crab putting a great deal of strain on Sato’s lower back. The referee dives down on the mat to check to see if Sato’s is going to tap out. Sato struggles with everything he has and literally claws his way to the ropes and grabs the bottom rope with his right hand which forces the referee to break the hold.
Scott Salde: Oh man! Kronin locked in a Boston crab and Sato uses all of his upper body strength to pull himself to the ropes!*
Chris Rodgers: He got lucky there! That could've been it!
Reinhard lets go of Sato, but doesn’t give him much time to get to his feet and starts stomping on the young martial artist right knee. Sato is forced to roll outside of the ring and limps along trying to regain some of his breath. The fans in the front row throw popcorn and beer on him, but Sato is too focused on his opponent now to care about the hostile fans in the front row. Kronin confidently taunts Sato to get back the ring and young Japanese American does just that by sliding in. Kronin tries come at him as he is getting up but Sato takes the big German off of his feet with a sweeping leg kick. Reinhardt lands on his back, whacking the back of heads on the ring mat in process. Kronin tries to get back on his feet quickly, but Sato is on him like white on rice, and connects with a jumping axe kick that scores a blow right on the back of Reinhardt’s neck.
Scott Slade: Oh man! Sato intelligently has regrouped and is taking the fight to Reinhardt!
Chris Rodgers: I have to admit, that was one hell of axe kick.
Scotts Slade: Sato with a quick cover on Reinhard! ONE! KICK OUT BY THE BIG GERMAN!
Chris Rodgers: It’s way too early for that!
Sato moves to pick up Kronin by his long black hair, but is poked in the eye by a desperate Reinhardt looking for breather and some space. Referee still on the canvas from the count he just made, misses the eye rake to the benefit of Kronin. Sato, blinded by the attack, allows Kronin the chance to get back to his feet. He quickly gets behind Sato and hooks both his arms around his waist. Sato elbows Kornin in the head, but Reinhardt shakes it off and then German suplexes Sato onto the back of his head and neck. Kornin doesn’t release the hold around Sato midsection, picks him back up, and repeats the powerful maneuver for a second time, and this time sticks the plant holding it for a pin.
Scott Slade: Ohh! Double German Suplex!
Chris Rodgers: That’s a pin! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!
Scott Slade: Sato is taking some punishment here!
Kronin frustrated, gets back to his feet, and goes back to work on Sato’s legs stomping on the right knee joint. He then grabs Sato by both his legs and attempts to lock him into a Sharp Shooter. As Kronin crosses Sato’s legs around his own, Sato uses his extreme abdominal strength to sit up grab Kronin by his long hair, and deliver’s a powerful strike straight to Kronin’s nose. The shot is heard around the stadium as Kronin drops Sato’s legs and stumbles back holding his nose leaning up against the ropes.
Chris Rodgers: Oh man! What a punch!
Scotts Salde: I pretty sure Sato just broke Kronin’s nose! He is gushing blood onto the mat!
Sato tries to get back to his feet, but seems to be having a lot of trouble putting weight on his right leg. Kronin comes at him full of rage with a blood stained lower face, but Sato is quick to react, and nails Kronin in the side of his temple with a hook kick. The blow drops Kronin to the canvas and Sato initiates stalking him, looking for a chance to deliver his iron fisted heart punch. Kronin shakes the cobwebs from his head and starts to get to his feet. Sato winds up and moves in to to deliver the blow, but Kronin intercepts the attack using Sato’s own momentum. He lock’s Sato’s arm into an arm bar and takes the fight back to the mat applying huge pressure to Sato’s right arm.
Scott Slade: What a match! Kronin is giving Sato everything he has!
Chris Rodgers: It was almost over right there! It has to be absolutely nerve wrecking to be the ring with a guy who can end the match with one punch. So far Kronin is being smart, he’s anticipating that heart punch and he’s been working on Sato’s leg’s trying to take away those devastating kicks of his. Time will tell though if it’s going to be enough Scotty.
Kronin pulls Sato back up off the canvas and goes to work clubbing his right arm and shoulder with some destructive blows. He then locks his head under his right arm and attempts a Suplex, but Sato blocks it with his leg, and then reverses it with a suplex of his own sticking Kronins backside into the ring canvas for a pin.
Scott Slade: Sato reversed the suplexe! Arching his back for the pin! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT BY KRONIN!
Chris Rodgers: WOW! Where did Sato learn to do that! That has to be the first suplex we’ve seen from him! We might make a wrestler out of him yet!
Both men hunch over and then struggle back up to their feet. Kronin angry with Sato adopting his style and the way the match has gone flies in and attempts a butterfly kick. Sato avoids the kick by collapsing down to the canvas and kicks Kronin in the groin while he is in midair above him. Kronin collapses to the mat holding his groin and Sato pops back up with grin on his face. The referee cut’s Sato off from attacking Kronin further and warns him that he won’t tolerate groin attacks. The fans in the arena boo Sato and start to chant “Reinhardt” as he struggles to get back to his feet pulling himself up with the help of the ring ropes.
Scott Slade: Sato might be in pain, but he is not backing down from the big German!
Chris Rodgers: One thing I like about this kid is that he will do anything to win. He brings a street fighters mentality to the ring every night.
Scott Slade: That strike to the groin seems to have really taken the wind out of Reinhardt’s sales. I don’t know if he will be able to recover and turn this thing around.
The referee signals for the fight to continue and both men inch closer with their fists up like two MMA fighters in the octagon. Kronin gives Sato a few low kick’s on his legs and then tries to lung in for a good punch, but Sato avoids it and hit’s Kronin with a spinning back fist that connects and sends big German stumbling toward the turnbuckle. As Reinhardt turns around Sato comes flying in with a 540 Spinning Hook Kick, but Kronin dives out the way at the last second and Sato ends up kicking the ring post. In the process Sato gets tangled up in the ropes and is stuck hanging upside down much to the fancy of the crowd.
Kronin turns around and starts stomping away on Sato’s midsection and chest till he collapses to the mat.
Scott Slade: Kronin using that good awareness of his to dive out the way and now he’s got Sato in a vulnerable spot!
Chris Rodgers: What’s he going to do next!
Kronin picks Sato up and plants him up on the top turnbuckle and then climbs up it himself. He attempts a super-plex from the top rope, but Sato gets a second wind, and pushes Kronin off of him hard onto the ring mat. Sato gets feet up on the top rope in a scrunched position and then leaps off of top turnbuckle as Kronin shakes it off the impact and gets to his feet. The big German has no time to react as Sato cocks back his fist and delivers a devastating heart punch in midair to the chest of Kronin. Reinhardt drops dead on his feet and he collapses to the mat. Sato crashes to the ring mat however, his right leg unable to handle the weight of the landing.
Scott Slade: Oh my! Heart punch off the top rope! I thought Kronin had Sato for sure!
Rich Relando: That damn punch of his can turn the tide at any moment! Unbelievable!
Kronin is on his back and not moving at all as Sato lets go of his knee and crawls onto Kronin for a cover. The referee drops down for the count as the fans roar and boo at what is transpiring in the ring.
Scott Slade: Sato with a cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s over! Taka Sato has won!
Chris Rodgers: Wow! I may not like ether of these men, but damn! That was fantastic fight Scott!
Scott Slade: A fight? This was a damn war! I don’t think we’ve seen the last of these two battling it out in the ring!
“Something to Believe In” by The Offspring starts to play on the sound system as the referee helps Sato up and lifts his arm in the air before pointing at him signifying him as the winner. The crowd in attendance is not happy and start throwing trash, beer bottles, and everything else they can find again in the ring. Sato bends down to one knee and does a strange chest compression on Kronin which seems to bring him back into consciousness and gasping for air. He then extends his hand and helps the German up in a show of good sportsmanship and the two quickly make their way out of the ring and back up the ramp to avoid being pelted any further with trash.
Scott Slade: This is embarrassing! These two fine athlete’s put on a fantastic show and there getting pelted with garbage by these idiots?
Chris Rodgers: What do you except if you insult them to their faces? Maybe Sato should have came out and just did his damn job and fight the match. No one cares about his political beliefs anyway!
Scott Slade: Since when did denouncing hate become a political belief?
Chris Rodgers: Don’t you get smart with me young man! I don’t care how many college degrees you have! You understand me? I will slap crap out of you!
Scott Slade lets out a frustrated sigh and then ultimate wrestling cuts for a commercial break.
Owner Rupert Mudock and Vice President of operations Robert Elitistos sit in his private suite just having watched what transpired in the last two matches. It’s clear to them that not only are things getting out of control in the stadium, but outside of the arena as well. Both of them have extremely concerned facial expressions and do not seem happy at all with the way the Brawl at Wall has unfolded.
Mudcock: This isn’t going the way we thought it would Robert! What are we going to do? People in the stadium are leaving! I just received a phone call from the MOX headquarters in New York and I’m being told ratings are dropping like crazy all over the South! This is a disaster!
Elitistos: I know sir, I know! I don’t know what to do! I thought Kronin would be able to win them over! I thought Dwight Couch would be able to beat Vendredi! He did last time!
Mudcock: Well he didn’t this time did he? Think damn it! What could we do to salvage this?
Elitistos: Perhaps if we give them more violence? We could make the main event a no holds barred and maybe have pin falls anywhere? Although that might give Salinas an edge in the match, I’ve seen some of her past work and she is ruthless when it comes to hardcore matches.
Mudcock: Genius! Give them blood and they will come crawling back! Don’t worry about Salinas! There is no way in hell she can beat Vastrix with that cybernetic eye we gave him from War Hammer industries. Just look at what he did to Sato last week! Hopefully he demolishes her and in the process gives these people exactly what they want!
Elitistos: It could work sir!
Mudcock: Make the call down to the bell keeper to inform Relando of the changes!
Elitistos: Yes sir! However may I suggest something?
Mudcock: What is it?
Elitistos: If by some chance Valora wins the match…It would seem we have a roster that would appeal more to a west coast audience. Perhaps if things don’t pan out the way we want them to we should consider a west coast tour and ride this Valora thing out. I think it could be very lucrative for us…
Rupert Mudcock: Will cross that bridge if we arrive at it Robert! However I agree, if God is going to hand us lemons, we might as well make lemonade.
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As Robert makes the call to the bell keeper down at ringside, Valora Salinas has just finished getting dressed for her match. As she exits the women’s locker room she sees Sato limping toward her with angry look on his face. He is clearly exhausted from his match with Kronin earlier and is really having a hard time putting weight on his right leg.
Sato: Hold up Valora! I got something to tell you before you go out there!
Valora: What do you want kid? Can’t you see I’m busy? I got go ruin all those assholes daydreams of Vastrix becoming the next Franchise Champion.
Sato: Listen to me! Vastrix isn’t normal! He’s got some kind of weird fucking cybernetic eye in his damn skull! He tries to hide it with that metallic mask of his, but you can see it glowing sometimes if you can get a good look at him.
Valora: That’s the dumbest shit I ever heard Sato… are you pain killers or something?
Sato: I’m telling you, it helps him calculate what you’re going to do next, it helps him adapt to your fighting style, and it can even spot weak points in your body! If you’re going to win this match, you got ether be completely unpredictable or find a way to damage it.
Valora: You’re serious, aren’t you?
Sato: Why else would I be here telling you this? Do I look like someone who play’s practical jokes on people?
Valora squints her eyes at him, reading his facial expression, and his eyes, and then decides that he is telling her the truth.
Valora: Alright, you’ve won me over. I’ll take your advice, now get out of my way I’ve got an ass kicking to unleash!
Valora pushes Takuma out her way and starts heading toward the stage. Sato looks at her and then shouts out-loud to the Latina before she disappears around corner of the hallway.
Takuma Sato: Valora! Give them fucking hell out there! They’re all bunch asshole racist!
Valora put’s her fist up into the air to acknowledge Sato without turning around.
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As the feed comes back live from commercial break inside the stadium, Rich Relando stands in the ring ready announce the next match. The bell keeper has just stepped out of the ring after notifying Rich of the changes to the rules of the match as directed by Mr. Mudcock.
Scott Slade: Welcome back, we are about to start the main event of the evening!
Chris Rodgers: Finally the match everyone really has been looking forward to! It’s the whole reason any of us are really here! We all want to watch Valora Salinas get her butt kicked and it’s all about to start right now!
Scott Slade: You’re dreaming Chris, there is no way Valora is going to miss the chance to rub this win into all these people’s faces.
Rich Relando: Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girl’s! People of all ages! Are you ready for our main event!
The fans continue to disrespect Relando and chant “Start the Match” as he tries to speak over them. It’s clear Relando seems very frustrated, but he endures it like a true professional.
Rich Relando: Tonight’s match is for the Ultimate Wrestling Franchise Championship! It is scheduled for one fall and I have been notified that this will be a NO HOLDS BARRED! PIN FALLS LEGAL ANYWHERE MATCH!
Scott Slade: Oh wow! This is going to be insane!
Chris Rodgers: What the hell are they thinking?
The announcement actually gets a big pop from the crowd as “Bring IT” by Trapt hits the sound system and Valora Salinas walks out onto the stage with a confident stride in her step. The fans erupt in a flurry of boos as she walks down the stage unfazed by them.
Rich Relando: Making her way out onto the stage now! Hailing from Los Angeles California! Weighing in at 155 pounds and standing at five feet, nine inches! SHE IS THE HARD CORE ICON! VALORA SALINAS!
Scott Slade: Salinas has made a name for herself over her long career as being one of the most dangerous fighters when it comes to hard core matches! I think the sudden rule change has swung the match in her favor!
Chris Rodgers: Vastrix never signed up for this! What is Mudcock thinking!
The fans start a “VaWhora” chant and she instinctively gives them all the finger in response. A fan throws a beer bottle at her head, but Valora sees it coming toward her and ducks. The bottle ends up hitting an overweight man square in the face and shatters on impact cutting his forehead open. Valora has a good laugh before climbing up the steel steps and entering the ring. Valora’s music cuts off and “Real American” starts to play over the sound system much to everyone’s confusion.
Scott Slade: What in the world?
Chris Rodgers: What a jam! Looks like Vastrix has made a change to his entrance music and I am digging it!
Rich Relando: And her opponent! Making his way to the ring now! Standing at six feet, two inches, and weighing in at 245 pounds! He is the self-proclaimed God given gift to women all around the world and your American Hero!!! JEREMIAH VASTRIX!!!!!!
Jeremiah Vastrix walks out slowly onto the stage looking back at the curtain clearly confused as to why his theme music was changed. The crowd goes wild as an explosion of fireworks go off like it’s the super bowl all around the outer edges of the stadium in red, white, and blue. The masked wrestler looks up at the sky and clearly cannot believe what is transpiring before him. An “Americah” chant starts up as he gets to the ring and slides inside. Vastrix does not acknowledge the fans and takes off his black leather jacket and tosses it out the ring to the bell keeper and then sets his focus on Valora.
Scott Slade: Well someone went all out for that entrance and I don’t think it came out of Jeremiah’s pocket…
Chris Rodgers: What are you talking about Scott? The man just wanted to make impression! This is the biggest wrestling match of his career for God sakes!
The bell sounds and Valora wastes no time going after Vastrix and attempts to clothesline him. Vastrix ducks under her arm and they both bounce off the ropes at the same time on opposite ends of the ring. Valora leaps up onto Jerimiah’s shoulders for a hurricanarana, but Vastrix catches her, and power bombs her straight into the mat. The fans erupt as he drops down for very early cover to end it.
Chris Rodgers: What a start from Vastrix! What a power bomb!
Scott Slade: Cover! ONE! KICK OUT BY SALINAS! Way too early!
Vastrix pulls Valora up and whips her into the top right corner turnbuckle of the ring and then sprints after her for a follow up splash. Valora dives out the way and masked wrestler comes up on empty crushing his sternum in the process against the turnbuckle. As Vastrix stumbles back, Valora runs up grabs him by the back of his head and bulldog's him face first into the canvas. She then gets to her feet as fast as she can and starts stomping on Jerimiah with pure aggression. Valora then grabs both Vastrix’s legs and delivers a nasty wishbone, stretching the groin muscles of the now screaming Jeremiah.
Chris Rodgers: Good God! That woman is a demon!
Scott Slade: I’d hate to be Vastrix right now. Valora is not messing around!
Vastrix is still rolling around on the ground when Valora bounces off the ropes and comes at him with a leg drop. Vastrix sees it coming however and rolls out of the ring just in time. Valora comes up empty and lands uncomfortably on her butt much to her irritation. Vastrix grabs Valora by her ankles and then pulls her out of the ring and onto the floor. He then moves to pick Valora up, but once again Salina’s is ruthless, and low blows Jerimiah with uppercut straight to his scrotal sack. The crowd lets out an “Oh!” as Vaxtrix hunches over and then collapses to the floor breathing heavily in discomfort.
Chris Rodgers: Christ all mighty! She’s trying to destroy God’s gift to women! What hell is she doing!
Scott Slade: Jeremiah isn’t going to walk right for a week! I don’t think he’ll be pleasing any ladies any time soon Chris!
Chris Rodgers: It’s damn disservice to women around the world Scott!
Valora gets to her feet and while she is picking up Vastrix, she takes the time to give the finger to a bunch of unruly fans cursing at her. She lifts Vastrix straight up into the air as if she is going to suplex him, but then drops him frontwards onto his groin, straight onto the steel guard railing. Some vomit spews out of Vastrix’s mask mouth hole and onto a bunch of people in the front row which causes them to instinctively push him back onto the floor in front of Valora. She then covers him for a pin and referee Bob Sigro slides out of the ring and onto the floor for the count.
Chris Rodgers: This is getting ridiculous! She keeps this up and Jeremiah is going to need a catheter just to urinate!
Scott Slade: Valora with a cover! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT BY JERIMIAH!
Valora gets up frustrated and walks over to the bell keeper and pushes him off of his chair. She then folds up the chair and heads back over to where Vastrix is trying to get back to his feet. Valora cocks the chair back and moves in to clobber Vastrix, but his cybernetic eye picks up on her fast approaching, and Vastrix wills himself to his feet to super kick the chair straight into Valora's face dropping her flat on the floor. The fans let out a roar as metal connects with skull and the “VaWhora” chant picks up again echoing throughout the stadium.
Scott Slade: Oh man! That had to hurt!
Chris Rodgers: Serves her right for all those damn crotch shots!
Vastrix picks up the steel Chair and opens it just enough to put Valora’s leg inside of it. Then he ruthlessly jumps up into the air and stomps hard on it. The impact brings Valora out of her daze and she sits up and strikes Jeremiah again in the groin with a hard punch knocking him back onto the ground. She then starts rolling around in pain holding her leg while Vastrix does the same holding his crotch.
Scott Slade: Another low blow by Salina’s! This has to be some sort of plan of attack for her! It’s also got be some kind of record.
Chris Rodgers: I think that was just animal instinct right there, she’s hurt, and who knows if she can stand on that leg after that brutal stomp with her leg caught in the chair! She’s desperate Scotty!
Valora pulls the chair off of her leg and tosses it away before mustering up the strength to get back on her feet. It’s obvious she is hurting and now is sporting a clear limp. Vastrix uses the Steel steps connected to the ring to pull himself back up and is leaning up against the ring post breathing heavily.
Scott Slade: I can’t see Jerimiah’s face through his mask, but just reading his body language it looks like he’s feeling really sick.
Chris Rodgers: Do you blame him? The man’s taken like four low blows since the start of this match!
Vastrix once again spots Valora coming and dives off the steel steps and clobbers her with a clothesline dropping her to floor. He then covers her for another pin and the referee quickly drops down next to them for the count.
Scott Slade: Vastrix with another cover! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT BY SALINAS AGAIN!
Chris Rodgers: What the hell is it going to take to put this woman away!
Vastrix gets to his feet and picks up Valora and whips her into the steel steps as hard as he can. Valora crashes into them and then flies up over top before spilling out onto the floor near the ramp that leads up to the stage. Vastrix continues his hunt of the Hispanic fighter, once above her he picks her up again, and scoop slams her hard onto the ramp structure made out of pure steel. Valora arches her back in pain from the impact and once again Vastrix is on her for a cover.
Scott Slade: Vastrix with a scoop slam and a cover! ONE! TWO! ANOTHER KICK OUT BY VALORA!
Chris Rodgers: Stay on her Jeremiah! She’s slowing down! You have this!
Vastrix gets back on his feet and starts heading up the ramp towards the stage curtain. Valora is slow to her feet, but when she finally regains some composure, Vastrix is nowhere to be seen. She walks up the ramp and reaches the stage. Just as she’s about to go through the curtain, Vastrix spears her with a broom handle, and then breaks it over her back. He then goes on the attack, but Valora comes back with hard kick to his gut, and then grabs his head, and DDT’s Vastrix onto the steel stage. The fans erupt negatively and boo harshly as Valora makes a cover on Jeremiah.
Scott Slade: Vastrix came out of nowhere, but Valora shrugs it off, and comes back with a DDT!
Chris Rodgers: Cover! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! OH THANK GOD!
Scott Slade: Jeremiah had to dig down deep to kick out of that!
Salinas gets up, picks up Vastrix in an aggressive manner, and then throws him through the stage curtain into the backstage area. She follows him through and the camera crew chases after both of them just in time to catch Valora repeatedly slamming Vastrix head against a brick wall. The repeated shots take a toll on Vastrix’s mask and the final blow cracks the thin metal. Valora then uses all of her strength to pick up Vastrix up onto her shoulders and drives Vastrix head first into the floor with a massive Death Valley driver.
Scott Slade: Death Valley driver and a cover! ONE! TWO! Thre… NO! KICK OUT BY JEREMIAH! What is it going to take to put this man away! He barely got his shoulder up in time!
Chris Rodgers: Nothing! There is no way Vastrix can lose this match! All the little Americans out there are behind him! He’s got to feed off of that!
Valora blows the hair out her beat red face, clearly frustrated with the fact the Vastrix refuses to quit. She picks him up again and cocks back her fist for a massive punch, but Vastrix blocks it, and comes back with one of his own connecting hard, knocking her away from him. Valora stumbles down the hallway away from him in order to try shake the cobwebs and get some air in her lungs. Vastrix follows after her and before you can even blink the fight spills outside into the outdoor parking lot when Vastrix tackles Salinas through an exit door onto the parking lot pavement. As both fighters look up and see the massive crowds on both flanks of the military barricades absolutely going crazy cheering the fighter they support on.
Scott Slade: My god they’ve made their way outside the stadium! They’re in the parking lot and heading toward the boarder wall!
Chris Rodgers: I can’t think of a better place for this thing to be settled than President McStrump’s great wall!
Vastrix is up first and he picks up Valora onto her feet and throws her into a parked car. Valora slams against it and Vastrix is on her quickly not letting catch a break at all. He ties her up under his arm and then Suplex’s her onto the front windshield of the car. The glass spiders, but doesn’t shatter from the impact. Vastrix doesn’t let go and picks Valora back up and attempts to Suplex her again, this time back onto the pavement, but Valora blocks it with her leg, and then reverses it, slamming the masked fighter onto the top of the cab of the vehicle.
Scott Slade: My god! The sheer carnage of this match is off the charts! Ladies and gentlemen if you have children you may want change the channel…
Chris Rodgers: Change the channel? Are you crazy! What are you trying to do? Kill our ratings!
The impact dents the top part of the car causing it to cave in a bit between the driver side seat and passenger side seat. The camera crew surrounds the vehicle catching all of the action for the fans inside the arena and the atmosphere all around the entire property has become electric. Valora picks Vastrix back up and puts his head In between her legs and sets up for a pile driver. She lifts him up and spike pile drives Jeremiah’s head straight into rear window shield of the car. Vastrix’s head goes straight through the windshield. Salinas rolls onto the trunk of the car for a breather and it’s clear that Vastrix is stuck and unable to move due to his head having gone all the way into the rear passenger seating area.
Chris Rodgers: Jesus Christ!
Scott Slade: Pile driver though rear window of that car!
Valora gets back onto her feet, rips Vastrix out of the window, and tosses him off of the car and onto the pavement. Jerimiah’s face is completely exposed and bloodied and the mask is nowhere to be seen. His cybernetic eye in clear view for Valora who quickly takes notice of it and grins devilishly. She runs and jumps off of the car using its rear suspension as a springboard, but Vastrix clearly sees her coming, and gets his right foot up just in time to nail Valora in the face with it. Vastrix turns over and pushes himself up off the ground and gets to his feet and starts stumbling forward toward the wall and National Reserve soldiers keeping the protesters and the McStrump faithful separated from one another.
Scott Slade: Vastrix has been busted open and is trying to get some separation from himself and Salinas! I think this is turning out to be way more dangerous than he expected.
Chris Rodgers: Something is up with Jeremiah, he hasn’t seemed himself all night and he’s been slower than we’ve seen him in the past. Like he’s already been through a huge fight before he even stepped into the ring tonight!
Scott Slade: Stop making up excuses Rodgers! Valora is just too much for him to handle and you know it!
Vastrix uses his cybernetic eye to locate a homemade club on ground that had been tossed at some point over the barricade during the day by one of the Antifa members. He picks it up and turns around just in time to club Valora in the ribs with it as she was running towards him for an attack.
Chris Rodgers: That’s it Jeremiah! Take it to that harlot!
The referee is nearby and clearly full of anxiety due to the extreme violence of this fight. Vastrix cocks back to club Valora again, but before he can connect, Valora elbow’s him once again in the groin which causes Jeremiah to drop the club. Vastrix hunches over screeching in pain as Valora dives on the club and grabs it. She turns around and swings it as hard as she can from the ground and nails Vastrix right across his temple. The force is so great that the cybernetic eye pop’s out of his eye socket and onto the ground. Vastrix collapses to the pavement as Valora jumps up and stomps on the eye crushing it. The eye explodes however and sends a horrible electrical shock through Valora’s body and she keel’s over as everyone stares astonished. Some blue smoke rises up into the air from the crushed electronics as both sides of the crowd chant for their fighter to get up off the ground.
Scott Slade: What the hell was that?
Chris Rodgers: It looked like he had some kind of newfangled electronic gizmo in his eye socket!
Scott Slade: I never seen anything like it and it fried Valora when she stomped on it! It seems like it sent some sort of electrical current through her body!
Both fighters are down on the ground and are showing no movement at all. The fans on both sides continue to chant “get up” over and over for what seems like an eternity, but eventually Valora starts to regain consciousness, and she crawls onto Vastrix for a cover.
Scott Slade: Valora is up! She’s up! She has Vastrix pinned! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! It’s over! VALORA SALINAS IS THE FIRST EVER ULTIMATE WRESTLING FRANCHISE CHAMPION!
Chris Rodgers: No! No! No!
Scott Slade: It’s over! What a brawl! The Brawl at the Wall lives up to its name! Salinas is the Tournament of Fortune Champion!
The referee helps Valora up, raises her hand up in the air, and declares her the winner of the match. A crack of thunder is heard and then a flash lightning lights up the night sky. For split second the Eye of Ra appears high above in the clouds but no one notices due to the excitement taking place on the ground. Rain begins to fall as the bell can be heard ringing from inside the stadium. “Bring IT” by Trapt starts to play both inside and outside of the stadium. The alt-right and right wing extremist curse, cuss, throw their trash, and begin to try to push forward toward Valora but the National Guard holds them back by pointing the rifles at them in a threatening manner. Valora limps over to the Liberal side of the barricade and her supporters lift her up into the air and start to crowd surf her over to their side celebrating their new champion. As the rain pours down on Valora she smiles looking up at the sky, stars, and moon shining down on her.
Scott Slade: Fans we are out of time! We’ve run way over! Tune in next week for our first ever episode of Friday Night Clash where Rupert Mudcock will be forced to present the Franchise Championship Title to Valora Salinas! I can’t wait!
Chris Rodgers: No! No! No! WHY! WHY GOD!
Scott Slade: Goodnight and good fight! Stay tuned for your local news!
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