ooc: Just a bare bones show to get the week capped off. Mind you, alot of promos weren't sent to me. But I'll post what I have. Special thanks to Manny as he stepped in and wrote a HELL of a show himself.
Dark Match:
Christian Justino vs Johnny Roach
Winner: Christian Justino
Agent’s notes:
Christian was the only one putting ANY damn effort in the match. Johnny Roach was just nothing short of lack-luster. It’s like he wasn’t even there. Roach doesn’t deserve to work under the UWE name at this rate. Where as Christian shows promise to improve and perfect his craft. Christian Justino should be booked in the following week.
Match One:
UWE showdown comes back from break with Jamal and Vlad standing in the ring as they look across at their opponents. Blackjack and Travis Thompson. The bell rings, Jamal goes in first with Blackjack. Blackjack is shaking in his boots at the sight of Jamal who looks more ready than ever. The two go to lock up when all of a sudden, Jamal hits him square in the throat! Blackjack falls over, grasping his throat as the crowd boos the foreigners. Travis goes to run in at Jamal-AND VLAD SPEARS HIM! Vlad spears the HELL out of Travis, probably crippling him for LIFE! Jamal just looks at Vlad and smiles before reaching down and picking up Blackjack-PERSIA BUSTER!!!! Jamal hops back up and covers Blackjack. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! The match is over!
Bobby: WOW! How dominant are those guys!?! It’s scary, man! Pure monsters!
Hugh: Oh I know. The foreigners have been very deadly as of a late, and tonight is no different. We could be looking at future tag champs!
Jamal and Vlad stand in the ring, their hands raised in victory until Vlad rips his away. He goes back over to Travis who’s lying on the mat holding his ribs. He grabs Travis and raises him high into the air, then slams em back down head first! Their music hits as they slide out of the ring and UWE Showdown goes to commercial.
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The camera fades in on Bryan Blaze as he stands in the backstage area of the arena. He stands before a door, on the door is a nameplate that reads “Evelyn LaRivierre”. Bryan takes a deep breath, exhales, and knocks twice before pushing the door open. He sees Evelyn seated, and smiles.
“Hey Evey. Tonight's the big night. Signing the contract for Wrestlemania's Main Event. Just wanted to check and see how you were feeling about that...”
Turning her head slowly to lock eyes with him, Bryan then sees that Evelyn is clearly not in the best of moods. She lowers the cell phone that was in her hand, flipping it closed. The heavyweight contenders stare at each other a moment, though their expressions are different. Evey looks enraged while Bryan looks confused.
“…You okay, Evey?”
“……”
Evelyn then stands up, walking right over to Blaze, and chucks her phone at him. “You asshole!”
Bryan raises his arm instinctively, as the phone hits his forearm and drops. Still with a confused look, he stares at Evey, who looks very angry, for some reason clearly unknown to Blaze.
“Wh-what? What did I do??”
“You beat your wife!” She follows her phone with a right hook after standing up from the bench and storming over to him. This time he dodges instead of blocking. His gaze trails down to the phone, and in one fluid motion, he picks it up and flips it open, while Evelyn seethes in front of him.
“Wait...who were you just talking to?” He presses a few buttons, then his eyes widen. “Jessica??”
“Your stupid wife called me, and she told me -everything-!”
“What?”
“Like about how you broke her the news of your divorce! By picking her up and chokeslamming her to the ground! And by punching her repeatedly in the stomach until she could barely breathe!”
“The Hell, Evey!? I never—”
“I think it’s time you pick on someone your own size, rather than some defenseless woman, you Laurent wannabe!”
Evelyn looks ready to fight Blaze right here and now. Blaze however, doesn’t share the thought. His look of confusion changes to one of pure anger, however.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Eve.”
Bryan stares at Evey firmly, who seems utterly shocked now. Bryan had never spoken to her like that before.
“You have met Jessica. She’s a fucking bitch, and she will do as much as she can to make my life hell. You actually think I would do something that heinous? I mean really? You think I would?!”
She doesn’t respond.
“Well? Do you? Or are you just that fucking gullible?”
Evey’s eyes narrow again. “I do think you would, Bryan! If I remember correctly, she tried to interfere in one of your matches a while back and you grabbed her by the head and threw her back! That happened, didn’t it?”
Reaching up, she shoves Bryan back a bit. “Did she make that one up? Are all the cameramen fucking bitches too?”
Bryan sighs after getting his balance back, massaging the bridge of his nose with his right index finger and thumb. He looks back at Evelyn.
“Evey...seriously? Seriously?! What the fuck do you want from me? She’s lying. End of story. “
“I don’t believe you. I think you’re a phony and you’ve lead me on!”
She shoves him again, and he takes a step back.
“Heh. Oh really? And please, Evelyn...tell me...tell me what you think makes you so damn special? What makes you so important? What would I have to gain from, as you put it, leading you on?”
“……You mean you’re not?”
“No! Christ, Evey!”
“…Why not?”
“…Come again?”
“Why not?… Are you saying there’s nothing attractive about me? You saying it wouldn’t be believable? That no one would ever want to think of me like that?”
“No, I’m saying I’m not leading you on!”
“Why not!?”
“You are a fucking enigma, Evey…” Bryan goes head out the door, but not before receiving a hard backhand to the face. Bryan stumbles back, that shot caught him off guard. Evey swings again, but this time Bryan catches her wrist mid swing, and stares angrily.
“…”
“…….”
The two just stare at each other angrily for a moment, before Bryan suddenly spins her and pushes her up against the wall. The camera goes to fade out… Then, without any further hesitation, the two wrestlers throw their arms around each other and lock in a heated, passionate kiss.
The cameraman quickly adjusts!...until Bryan reaches out and shoves him away.
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The lights in the arena go out for about half a minute. The video screen shows a timer counting down seconds until detonation. Once the timer runs out, the screen shows a huge atomic bomb going off creating a massive mushroom cloud, while this is being shown huge fireworks go off in the arena as well. Then Crystal Method's "Now is the Time" starts cranking out of the speakers... then this guy named Chris Vaughn makes his entrance.
"Just the Girl" is heard playing once there's an enormous boom throughout the arena, beginning to play the entrance video of Christine as it shows her past wrestling victories, photo shoots, and just the night on the town. The lights dim down a bit and pink spotlights begin to flash as they are joined by blueviolet colored lights. The lights all shine on the entrance up and the black entrance curtains swing open and Christine Nicole Valentine walk out from the back. She poses at the top of the ramp and smirks wickedly while squinting her eyes. JC walks out from behind with her hands upon her hips as she rolls her eyes at the ever-so happy CNV. Christine places her hands on her hips and starts to strut down the ramp as if it's a runway and JC follows her, getting a bigger pop than Christine. Christine flips her hair back and rolls her eyes. She walks over to the stairs and hustles up them. She walks along the apron and ducks down low, slipping through underneath the second rope, and entering the ring. She steps inside the ring and walks over to the front ring ropes. She steps on the second rope and leans forward blowing a kiss to the crowd while the men all cheer, as there are signs, "Marry me Christine!," "CNV is my dream girl!," and "CNV is a true diva!" Christine steps down off the ropes and poses in the corner with her boot on the second rope and JC standing by at ringside. Her music slowly comes to an end. Uh, just so you know, Chevelle's there too.
The bell rings and both Chris and Cherish circle each other in the ring. Chris throws a pawing jab at Cherish, just trying to feel her out... no, not up. That's not the way we do things around here. Cherish doesn't react to it much, slapping the casual jab away. Chris nods, shuffling his feet similar to Ali before throwing another punch at her, this one more authoritative. The punch only grazes Cherish's forehead, but that makes her angry, as she tries to rush Chris Vaughn. Chris shows off his striking skills, though, stepping back and launching a straight kick at her knee, causing Cher to stop in her tracks and rethink her attack method. Vaughn takes advantage immediately, pouncing on Cherish with a barrage of right and left hands that send her sprawling to the mat. It looks like an MMA fight now as Vaughn charges Cherish, trying to leave her disoriented early in the fight with some big bombs. However, it is Cherish that takes control, grabbing a hold of Vaughn's foot and rolling into an ankle lock. Vaughn quickly rolls onto his back and kicks Cher off of him. However, as soon as he's to his feet, Cher takes Vaughn to the ground with a fireman's carry before locking in a kimura arm bar. Vaughn struggles out of the hold, rolling over onto his stomach, and Cherish attacks again, pressing with her knee on his back before pulling his arms back to try and lock in a full nelson. Again, Vaughn reacts, trying to get out of the hold, this time getting quickly to his feet, lifting Cherish's weight with ease, before dropping to his knees and throwing her overhead. Cher is agile, though, and lands on her feet. Unfortunately, that does not save her from the unorthodox kick Vaughn throws at her head from a kneeling position.
Vaughn seems slightly unfocused as he gets to his feet and glances at Cory Chevelle who stands, patiently, on the outside of the ring. Cherish tries to capitalize on this, closing the distance to Chris, who counters with a warning roundhouse kick to her head, forcing Cherish to back off. Having taken the strategic advantage, Chris steps forward before throwing an inside leg kick that slaps against Cher's thigh like a Piccolo Pete on the Independence Day. Cher tries to mask the pain of the move by throwing a kick at Vaughn's leg, but he checks it with his shin before sending another at that very same leg in the very same spot. Cherish is visibly feeling that one and hobbles slightly, causing Vaughn to get a little more adventurous and attempt a kick to her body. It hits, but Cher catches his leg before spinning to the ground, dragging Chris down along with her as she has him locked in a very painful looking knee bar. Vaughn screams in pain as he claws his way towards the ropes, getting a hold of them quickly before he sustains any further damage to that leg. Cherish releases the hold after a two count from the referee before running across the ring, timing it perfectly as she clocks Chris with a flying forearm on her return trip almost at the very moment that he turns toward her. Cherish attempts a pin that barely even gets a 1 count. Chris Vaughn tries to roll away from Cherish, but is trapped on the ground again as Cher proceeds to lay into his chest with stomps, followed by an elbow to the sternum that knocks the wind out of Vaughn. As Vaughn lays there, panting, Cher drags him to the middle of the ring and attempts a pin again, this one getting a two count, but still far from 3.
Cherish lifts Vaughn to a seated position before grapevining his abdomen and applying a rear naked choke. Vaughn, already short of breath, pants uneavenly as he searches for a way out of this hold. Seeing no other way, he powers his way to his feet with what little strength he has left before running backward into the corner, driving Cher back first into the turnbuckles. Though the grapevine gets looser, Cherish does not let go of the hold. Chris steps out of the corner before running into it again, the impact forcing Cherish to release the grapevine. One more time into the corner and she releases the choke. With Cherish pinned in the corner, Chris takes this moment to rest, leaning on her with all his body weight so as not to give her a break. After a moment, Chris throws a few back elbows to the head of Cherish before stepping out of the corner and draping her arms over the top ropes, giving him ample space to take advantage with some shots to the ribs. Cherish finally begins to collapse in the corner, but Vaughn catches her, keeping her on her feet so that he can bring her to the ropes, whipping her across the ring. Again, though, Cherish shows her agility, sliding underneath Vaughn's legs before he even knows what happened.
Cherish is quick to her feet as she sees her chance to end this one. Vaughn turns around, oblivious, and gets dropped with the CN... No! With his head in Cher's grasp, Vaughn turns while Cher is in midair, dropping her with a sick neckbreaker instead. Cher doesn't know where she is right now as she holds the back of her head. Vaughn is quick on the follow up, nailing Midnight Run!!!
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the camera fades in from the commercial break to reveal Kenji Moori standing in the middle of the ring, looking even whiter than usual if that is possible at all. Hanging behind him, from a white noose, is a effigy of a clown, dressed in X’s signature wrestling scrubs. The boos from the crowd are deafening. Kenji raises the microphone to his mouth.
“Glorious day- A truly glorious day! Just like the great Bolsheviks of the former Soviet Union, the goal has been reached – the five-week plan has succeeded! X has been disposed! Huzzah!” Kenji lifts his arm high in the air, as if orchestrating an audience at a political rally. Another shower of boos rains down on Kenji, but he just ignores it, flashing a smile in the direction of the camera. “X, that oafish clown, that collaborator. He got everything he deserved going against someone he underestimated! How many offers did I make him? He just had to be so sedated numb with this so-called sport that he couldn’t see the value in what I’ve said. But forget it all. This is a time of celebration!”
“Now I’ve prepared a special video for this event. I believe that everyone will find it quite hilarious!" Kenji swings wildly over to the tron, which goes from showing Kenji in the ring to flickering black. It’s in the dead of the night, and, on a lonely grey road winding through a hill, sits a white ambulance. Kenji gets out of the passenger’s seat, goes around, and opens the back doors, climbing in.
In the back is X, strapped to a gurney, stripped of his wrestling attire, peppered with tar. He struggles hopelessly against his restraints, shouting obscenities at Kenji. “You fucking faggot! You fucking jap cock-sucker! What do you think you’re doing?! – Get me out of this!”
Kenji merely chuckles – X strapped to the gurney is like a dog on a chain leash. “What am I doing? Insurance, of course. ” Kenji goes from side to side, making sure the restraints on the gurney are tied and secured tightly. “Your injury came at great timing, but you’re still a liability. You could come hobbling into the ring, raining in on my parade and what-not… Can’t be having that now.”
X struggles more, but it is futile. “You… You can’t do this-!”
Kenji interrupts him with a shake of his finger. “I challenge you that I can.” Kenji laughs as he undoes the mechanism that locks the gurney into the ambulance. “It’s what I do, remember?”
X spits angrily at him. “You’re a fucking psychopath! Fuckin’ mental!” Kenji just laughs even more. “You can’t do this! You can’t! You know what Bean’d do if he knows what you’re doing right now? You’ll be sued! Suspended! Fired!”
Kenji silences him with a quick swat against his face. “Be quiet, X. You ought to think that you have no one to blame but yourself. You were fooled, you played Eichmann and just followed orders, you were fooled again, you stomped your feet about like a bratty kid. You would’ve been erased long ago. Now, X, this is the long-awaited end to your chapter.” Kenji leans in and lays a quick kiss on the X’s forehead.
On cue, the ambulance rumbles to a start. It starts up the hill, the equipment in the back rattling with every bump. They get to about 20 mph and ½ a mile up the steep hill; Kenji stands behind X, grinning happily at him. “Farewell, fare X! Farewell!” Kenji then shoves the gurney out of the back of the ambulance, sending X, screaming, rocketing down the narrow road and out of the light of the ambulance. Kenji laughs heartily as he closes the back, collapsing in the back, holding his stomach.
The tron flickers back to the ring, where even more boos thunder down on Kenji as he stands, with a dumb smirk on his face. “So as you can see, it’s over. It’s done for now. And now that this whole thing is now unchecked, I should hold my very own coronation. Without further ado, it is destiny written, it is the inescapable truth… Kenji Moori, Pure Champion.”
The room goes pitch black. Then, a bright light opens from above. It’s a harsh light, almost like artificial sun, and it’s hard to look directly at it. Kenji stands in the light, couching weakly, head bowed, arms limp. Tribal drumming emits from the speakers, echoing through the arena like ghosts expelling from a crypt.
The belt is lowered slowly, held on both sides. It is a white patent leather belt with a silver faceplate, which is engraved with an image of two crosses next to each other, one inverted. The second that Kenji touches the title the lights return. White confetti, white dove’s feathers, and white balloons rain down on the audience, nearly creating a sense of snow blindness. Kenji stands up, title slung over his shoulder proudly, smiling as the whiteness continues to snow down on those in attendance.
Almost immediately after the confetti stops falling, Kenji is joined by a coalition of Showdown superstars. The crowd, including E.E. Faulk, Bryan Blaze, and Scylla, storm down the entrance ramp, all looking pissed as hell. Kenji barely regards them, like ants at a picnic. “Moori!” this fails to get his attention. He turns his back to them. “Kenji Moori!” Not that either.
“Who do you think you are, Moori? Who do you think you are to think you can do that? To blatantly endanger the life of another superstar? You went too far, Moori. You seem to forget that these people you work with, they’re your coworkers! And you better start respecting that, because we, the whole locker room in the back, have had enough of your selfish bullshit!” the crowd gives a huge pop, cheering their lungs out.
Kenji chuckles, back still to his accusers, ignoring the reaction from the crowd. “Too far? That’s rich. I’m paid to go too far. In fact, this hulking wrestling abomination bites its own ass all the time. I bet the most ideal wrestler would’ve put a bullet in X’s head if that meant more for him. I can’t blame myself for playing this whole scheme straight. If I have a lack of respect, it is the simple consequence of seeing this system for its sinew and bones.”
“That’s another thing! All your arrogance, your attitude, your lack of respect… You need to be taught a lesson, Moori! If you think you are so hot shit, to even have the nerve to ‘coronate’ yourself as a champion, then why don’t you put that title on the line, so you can finally get what you deserve?!” The crowd bursts out again, another huge pop!
Kenji doesn’t even take a moment to think about it. “No. You can’t pull that on me. I get my matches from the Nazi high writing command itself at the mouth. If one of you idiots wants to challenge me for the title, then you need to do some talking. If you do and we get a match, then fine! We’ll make a huge spectacle about it at Wrestlemania. But right now, you aren’t getting anything out of me.” With that, Kenji turns off his microphone and drops it lazily to the mat, before quickly getting out of the ring and escaping via ring side
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Mysery, the UWE Showdown superstar with his job on the line, stands in the ring awaiting the entrance of Bryan Blaze. He seems nervous and cannot help but pace back and forth in his corner.
The opening to “Indestructible” begins to play all throughout the arena, as all the lights dim and right/blue spotlights circle around the stage. As the first verse is sung, Bryan Blaze enters from behind the curtain, and is instantly showered with nothing but the utmost hatred and excessively loud boos from the crowd in attendance.
No explanation will matter after we begin
Unlock the dark destroyer that's buried within
My true vocation and now my unfortunate friend
You will discover a war you're unable to win
Weighing in at one hundred, ninety-three pounds, from Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada....Bbbbbrrrrryyyyyaaaaannnnnn Blllllllaaaaaaazzeeee!
Blaze struts down the ramp as fans continue to pelt him with hate and obscenities. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he drops to his knees as pyro erupts all around/inside the ring.
Indestructible
Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side, a terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable
Blaze circles around the ring, until he gets to the far ring steps. He quickly steps up them and onto the ring apron. Blaze then climbs the second turnbuckle and outstretches his arms in a taunt on the crowd.
Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while you're alive
I'm an indestructible master of war!
Blaze now climbs to the top turnbuckle and then front-flips into the ring, landing on one knee and pointing to the rafters, as the fans continue to boo.
Bryan Blaze wastes no time in getting this one started, instantly closing the distance on Mysery and smacking him with a stiff right cross that drops him straight to the mat. Mysery holds his face while he lays on the mat, but Bryan Blaze won't let him take any breaks, even for pain, grabbing Mysery by his hair and lifting him back to his feet before whipping him across the ring. Blaze waits as Mysery returns before running toward him and drop kicking him in the face, causing Mysery to turn a backflip and land hard on his chest. Double whammy as Mysery gets to his knees, debating which part of his body hurts worse at the moment. Blaze gives him another part to think about with a blindingly fast kick to the small of Mysery's back. As Mysery screams in pain and arches his back, Bryan Blaze runs across the ring again before hitting Mysery in the face with a shining wizard. This one takes Mysery down all the way on his back as he lays there, seemingly unconscious. Bryan Blaze is definitely not done with him yet, though, as he grabs him by the hair again and lifts him back to his feet. Blaze continues to display his striking ability as, this time, while standing no more than a foot away from Mysery, he smacks him in the head with a roundhouse kick. Mysery looks like the lights just turned out for him as he stands still for a moment before slowly beginning to fall. Blaze doesn't let him go down without more punishment, though, grabbing him by the head and landing a jumping knee to his chin. Mysery doesn't even react to the move as he just continues to fall to the ground, his arms straight at his sides as his face strikes the mat with surely concussive impact. Cockily, Blaze rolls Mysery onto his back with his foot before placing a boot on his chest for the pin.
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Bryan Blaze stops the count right there by stepping over the body of Mysery as he's not yet ready to end it. Suddenly, Blaze leaps into the air to deliver a standing moonsault. Upon hitting said moonsault Blaze stands, takes a step back, and delivers a standing senton splash. Blaze gets back to his feet again, this time running to the ropes and springboarding up to the top one before delivering a springboard moonsault. Mysery's air leaves him all in one puff and, as Bryan Blaze stands up again, we can see that Mysery is clearly overmatched, out of this fight, and, unless there's some kind of miracle, will not even be getting any moral victory tonight. The ref tries to ask Blaze to simply end it now, but Blaze pushes him out of the way before lifting Mysery to his feet again. Mysery is dead weight in the arms of Bryan Blaze, and all that weight drops straight on his head as Bryan executes a lovely DDT. Mysery is absolutely still and many of the fans begin booing now at how Blaze continues to dole out punishment to this, obviously, defenseless man. Bryan Blaze does not stop, though, does not take his eyes off of Mysery as he rolls him over and stomps on his face three times in succession. Mysery does not even move to defend himself. In fact, besides his heavy panting, the only movements he's making are slight twitches after every blow he receives. Bryan Blaze now mounts Mysery and begins throwing a series of hellacious right hands that, eventually, draw blood from Mysery's forehead. The referee stands there in complete shock at the emotionless pounding Bryan Blaze, a former fan favorite, is dishing out on this poor guy who was supposed to be fighting for his job. Instead, Mysery is at the mercy of Bryan Blaze, but mercy Bryan is not extending tonight.
Bryan Blaze drags Mysery to the center of the ring before going to the outside and grabbing the top rope with both hands. Almost effortlessly, Blaze springboards to the top rope and leaps off onto Mysery, landing a corkscrew leg drop. Mysery's entire body shoots into the air and, now, Bryan Blaze attempts a pin.
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Again, Blaze decides that he doesn't want to end it here. There is no difference in the crowd now, as their boos have remained constant since he landed the DDT. Bryan Blaze grabs Mysery by his hair, growing soaked with his blood, trying to drag him to his feet. However, Mysery is dead weight and Bryan can only get him to his knees. Now Bryan walks away from Mysery, vaulting onto the top turnbuckle before turning around to look at him. His face remaining expressionless as he continues this workmanlike destruction, Blaze jumps off the turnbuckle and plants a missile dropkick to the face of the kneeling Mysery. Mysery does not react, does not lift his hands, just stares at the feet of Bryan Blaze with glassy eyes before they make themselves aquainted with his blood stained face. Mysery ragdolls to the ground, flopping backwards like a crash test dummy as his head strikes the mat. Seeing, finally, that there is no chance for Mysery and no chance of Blaze putting an end to it, the ref calls for the bell, calling Bryan Blaze the winner. However, Blaze is not done yet.
Again, as he did upon first drawing blood from the face of Mysery, Blaze mounts Mysery and begins throwing punch after punch to his face. Again the bell rings, trying to stop Blaze from punishing Mysery in this way, but he simply ignores it, continuing to punch Mysery, who's, amazingly, still breathing at this point. The boos rain down even more heavily as Blaze continues his assault, drawing as much blood as he desires from Mysery's forehead before finally letting his head drop to the mat. Blaze leaves the ring, much to the delight of the referee, but he's apparently still not done. Blaze begins looking underneath the mat for something. Finally, evidenced by the grin on his face, he finds it, and begins to remove it from underneath the ring. Symbolically, Blaze retrieves a 20 foot ladder before his gaze shifts from the high rising steel structure to the battered body lying in the center of the ring. The grin on Blaze's face says much worse than the lack of expression during the match, as now he's intent on causing Mysery as much pain as possible while also sending a message to the other Money in the Bank participants. Sliding te ladder into the ring, Blaze ignores the ringing of the bell as he gets back in. The referee gets directly in Blaze's face, begging him to stop, before being shoved out of the way and out of the ring, his body bouncing off of the thin padding over the concrete floor. Blaze turns to the ladder, setting it up in a standing position in the corner before turning his attention to Mysery and positioning him relative to the ladder. Blaze begins climbing the incredibly tall ladder, his eyes on Mysery the entire way, as he gets all the way to the second to last rung. Blaze turns around on the rung, facing Mysery, as he seems to measure the distance. Unsatisfied with how it might turn out, Blaze turns back around and continues, climbing all the way to the top rung of the ladder and, without much caution, turns around to face Mysery again. With no protection, but no surrender in him either, Blaze throws caution to the wind.
Without even the slightest of second thoughts, Bryan Blaze hurls himself into the air before crashing right onto Mysery's chest with a double shooting star press. Mysery convulses violently as Blaze rolls off of him, holding his abdomen as he kicks his feet on the ground. The crowd has gone silent, shocked beyond reason at Blaze's brutality. The scene is extremely uncomfortable to witness as Mysery convulses on the ground every few seconds as blood begins to leak from his mouth. Finally, as Bryan Blaze recovers, rolling out of the ring and walking back up the entrance ramp, not even turning a second eye to the carnage he left, EMTs come rushing into the ring to save Mysery's battered body and, possibly, attempt to save his life. As Blaze continues up the ramp and nears the curtain, a camera close up shows him chuckling.
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Showdown comes back from break as Blaze is walking through the halls backstage. He’s rubbing the back of his neck and just minding his own business when all of a sudden he stops. He looks up, glaring at someone who’s standing out the camera’s view. The camera turns for a moment revealing Baine, Pyro, and Chip Horton.
Blaze:
Can I help you? Cuz, I think you’re a little confused.
Slowly over Blaze’s right shoulder, Effin Rox slowly begins to rise. His asian eyes burning as the money in the bank match draws near. Blaze can feel his heavy breathing on the back of his neck and then he spins around, coming face to face with the entity known as Effin Rox.
Blaze:
...I never really liked you.
Baine:
You know...we got to talking and, we’re tired of seeing you guys show up on our show.
Blaze:
Awww. Did we hurt your fee-wings? Get the hell out of here.
Baine:
Heh. Maybe you didn’t know it, but you’re out numbered.
“Oh no he isn’t!”
The Texan’s voice calls out from down the hall. Ace comes marching forward with Masahide behind him.
Pyro:
News flash there Jethro, there’s still FOUR of us, and THREE of you!
Baine looks around, eagerly awaiting Chevelle now. And in that moment, Blaze strikes first. He comes in, kneeing Baine in the gut and slamming his head in the wall. The blackout and Showdown stars once again pile into each other. Greenbean along with some of the Showdown roster and security show up, breaking the fight early so it doesn’t jeopardize the money in the bank match. One thing’s for sure. There’s gonna be some bad blood going into this match.
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The opening lines of "Like Light To Flies" by Trivium sound over the PA and the crowd immediately begins a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. As the drums hit and the song goes into full swing, a blast hits the stage and leaves a wall of smoke so think you can't see through it. As the smoke clears, we see Ace Borger standing atop the rampway in his ring attire. His black shorts and black boots shine and reflect the light across the Sniper silhouette on his back. His sleeveless hoodie hangs loosely on his large frame, and the hood hangs down over the upper half of his face. Ace moves toward the ramp amidst the crowd reaction, now more boos than cheers, and hops up onto the ring apron. He whips the hood off of his head, then steps into the ring and prepares for the arrival of his opponent.
Schumacher: Introducing First, Ace BOORRRGEEERRRR!!!!
A lit fuse appears on the Titantron, with its hiss being the only sound in the arena. The fuse runs out at the bottom of the screen and BOOM! The stage erupts with fiery, explosive pyro. Through the smoke arrives E. E. Faulk, as the song "Path" by Apocalyptica plays him to the ring.
Schumacher: And his opponent, E.E. FAAAAUUUULLLLKKKKK!!!!!!
Neither Ace, nor Faulk seem like they want to be here but, given it's their job, both are willing to compete in this match. The size different is pretty evident here, as it is in most of Faulk's matches, but he's never been one to let that kind of thing discourage him. He's got two UWE World Heavyweight Title reigns to prove it. As the referee calls for the bell, this match gets underway. Ace and Faulk circle each other for a moment before meeting in a collar and elbow tie up. Ace immediately shows his strength and shoves Faulk to the ground before flexing his massive muscles. A grin on his face, Ace waves for Faulk to get up, and E2 complies, springing back to his feet and going to lock up with Ace again. This time, as soon as they lock up, Faulk gets Ace in a wrist lock. Ace tries to find a way out of it, but now Faulk twists the arm behind his back. Ace, unsure of what to do, goes with his instincts and throws some back elbows to the side of Faulk's head. Faulk is stunned enough to release the hold, and Ace runs across the ring before trying for a shoulder block. Faulk is quick on the counter, though, and takes Ace down with a drop toehold. Ace falls face first to the ground, stunning him enough For Faulk to move forward and grab Ace in a headlock. After a few moments of struggling to find a way out, the big Texan powers to his feet and lifts Faulk into the air, trying to slam him with a back suplex. Faulk will have none of it, though, and somehow blocks the suplex before using his leverage to get a headlock take down on Ace. It is now that Ace shows some technical skill, using his legs to spin himself to his side and pin Faulk.
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Faulk pulls himself back over with his own leverage and now cranks the headlock a little more, trying to weaken Ace Borger and lessen his strength advantage. Again, Ace tries the previous maneuver and is able to tilt Faulk over to attempt the pin.
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Kickout!
Faulk manages to pull himself back over and out of the pinning predicament. Again, Ace tries to pinning maneuver, but Faulk makes his weight go dead, pressing all of his 165lbs on Ace Borger's head and neck. Ace, unable to twist Faulk over for the pin, powers his way back to his feet again. Now, instead of trying to toss Faulk around, Ace tries the elbows to the ribs, which do the job as Faulk's hold loosens. Finally, Ace gets out of Faulk's grip and lets loose with some heavy right and left handed bombs to the skull of E2. Ace has Faulk rocked and sends him to the opposite side of the ring with an irish whip. On the return trip, Ace lowers his head for a back body drop, but Faulk sees it coming and stops before kicking him in the chest. Ace's head shoots up and he steps back, dazed. Faulk runs back to the ropes he came from and bounces off before being leveled by a huge running shoulderblock from “The Sniper”. Ace gets amped up after this move and picks Faulk up from the ground, whipping him across the ring before planting him hard with a ring shaking powerslam. Ace hooks the leg for the pin.
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Kickout!
Faulk barely kicks out there as Ace was, surprisingly, very close to getting a pin. Ace is not discouraged, though, picking Faulk back up before kicking him in the gut and dropping him with a DDT. As Faulk rolls over onto his back, Ace runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and comes back, attempting, and missing, a HUGE knee drop. Ace screams in pain as he rolls on the ground, trying to work the discomfort out in his knee. Luckily for him, Faulk cannot capitalize due to the series of high impact moves he took from his much bigger opponent. The referee begins a count as both men try to get to their feet, but the count doesn't even get to four as both Ace and Faulk are up by then, Ace getting up quicker. Ace tries to take advantage of the situation, walking over to Faulk as he rests on the ropes, but, one leg kick later, finds out E2 was playing possum. Ace hops around on one leg as that kick from Faulk hit spot on with the side of the knee he already hurt upon missing that knee drop. Faulk follows Ace now and, as soon as he puts that leg down, snaps off another kick to the knee. Ace turns around and hobbles away from Faulk, holding his leg as he does so. Ace leans into a corner, hoding the ropes, as Faulk follows him with well placed punches, each of them hitting their mark as he measures them with intense care.
Shot after shot lands to wherever Ace is vulnerable before Ace counters with a shot of his own, a monster left hand that misses the mark. Ace put his entire body into that punch only to have Faulk lean out of the way, and stumbles out of the corner, his momentum carrying him two steps before he finally stops. Faulk reacts with a vicious enziguri kick to the back of Ace's head, causing him to stumble further forward, but still not fall. Faulk gets up and looks at Ace Borger as he stands there, slightly dazed, before running across the ring, ducking his clothesline attempt, continuing to the other side of the ring, and attacking with an extremely unexpected springboard moonsault kick, the shin striking Ace across the forehead as Faulk completes his backflip. Still, somehow, it is only Faulk who falls as Ace remains standing. Faulk gets up again and rushes at Ace, blasting him in the chin with a flying knee. Still, somehow, Ace remains standing on wobbly legs. Faulk runs across the ring now and comes back full speed before landing a dropkick to the knee he's been targeting. Finally, Ace drops to the ground as he goes to one knee. Faulk sees his opening now and runs back across the ring before running at Ace, a rare mistake by E.E. Faulk as he failed to accurately measure the power of Ace Borger. The big Texan powers to his feet and knock's Faulk upside down with an incredible boot. Faulk hits the mat head first and looks to be completely knocked out as Ace goes to make the pin.
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Ace Borger seems slightly frustrated with the count, but he knows what he must do now to put Faulk away as he signals to the crowd. Ace picks Faulk back up to his feet and.E2Kutter!!!! Faulk pulls Ace into the E2Kutter out of nowhere!!! Faulk is quick to the pin as Ace has been knocked loopy. This one's over, folks.
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Cameras open up from the world champion’s personal room. He appears sitting on a black leather sofa, dressed in his finest suit for the contract signing which is scheduled for tonight. The world title hangs over his shoulder where it’s been for the last six or so months. The champ sips from a glass of iced tea that was sitting on the table in front of him, then he looks back into the camera....
Angelus:
UWE...ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, I, Angelus am scheduled to appear down in that ring with my opponent for Wrestlemania. I am scheduled to sign some contract that is suppose to make this match “official”. But, and I do apologize to the fans, I will not.
There’s a brief gasp from the crowd. Angelus has no expression. He seems as cold as ever. It’s not to spite the fans or try and cheat anyone out of a mania main event. He adjusts his posture, relaxing a little more as he prepares to explain.
Angelus:
I’ve been through these before. I know what happens. You know what happens. I don’t feel like signing anything when I don’t think my opponent deserves to be in the ring with me at Wrestlemania to begin with. Yes Scylla, I don’t think you’re worthy. I’ve beaten you already, know what that tells me? I can beat you again. You won the Royal Rumble. Congrats. You were first entry and you survived long enough to go through, also congrats. But you’re no where near the creme of the crop! There were certain mistakes made, certain people missing, and above all, NONE of those wrestlers in that ring were me! The people you eliminated; Same people I’ve walked over for the last six months! I don’t think you got it through your dense head yet, I’m Angelus! The greatest World Heavyweight Champion UWE has ever seen. I’m the mountain you’ll never climb. I’m no road block for you to find another way around, I’m the END of the ROAD! The Arch Angel, The Devil himself, The Master of puppets. I’m the guy who is and always will be better than you.
He sits up and scoots forward, wiping his hand down over his face for a moment. He sighs before continuing, and then goes back to addressing Scylla.
Angelus:
They say when you carry this title, your days become numbered. But since I’ve been champion, I have to disagree. I don’t think my days are numbered. Not with who I’m facing at Mania. I think my days are limited to whenever I say I’m through. The day I decide to step down is the day this title will finally be removed from my waist. Not at the hands of you either, Scylla. I’m tired of these games. Tired of you running around with your paper-weight allegations. Stop wasting my time. Do your job. All you need to do is show up at Mania. I’ll do the rest. I will not sign anything with you. I hardly want my name next to yours on the card. You think you’re going to become the first woman to have won the world title. That may be...but not at Mania. Anyway, I’m leaving now. Just wanted to let you know my reason for not appearing at the signing tonight. I just don’t think you deserve it.
And with that, he gives a wave and stands up, leaving the camera’s view until it fades.
As the camera fades out, we return to the Showdown arena, where a referee stands, as well as Green Bean, Kevin and Scylla. The #1 contender dressed in a simple button down shirt and a pencil skirt, showing she had no plans to fight tonight. Not to mention the General Manager stands next to her as if he’s holding an invisible leash connected to an invisible collar around her neck. Before them is a table covered in red cloth with a briefcase, a pen and of course, the contract.
Scylla looks absolutely furious at first, fists clenched, jaw tight... A long pause follows as the wrestler stares to at the ground. Finally, she reaches out with one hand and flicks her fingers, gesturing for a microphone. A crew member hastily climbs in to the ring, hands her what she wants, and scrambles back out. The fans calm as they await her to bring that foam covered instrument to her red lips.
“ANGELUS!” She begins. “Who do you think you are, Jamie Stevens!? Get your ass down here!”
Nothing happens. Evelyn trembles with rage, trying to keep her anger in check, especially with her boss right there. Kevin quickly rushes over and mutters something to her. Whatever he said, it seems to calm her. She sets the mic down so she can hold the contract while signing her name on one of the lines. “No. I'm not going to play your game. I won't underestimate you. I don’t sign this contract because I am positive I will beat you. I’m going in to Wrestlemania prepared; knowing who I face in the main event isn’t some ordinary man. But that should not mean you can give me that cocky little speech about how I'm not worthy when you know I am!”
Green Bean grabs the contract from Evey, who flashes a snarl at him reminiscent of Adam Deming's. Glaring at her, seeing no point in her actions, he shoves it in to the briefcase and closes the locks.
“You don’t have to sign it, Angelus… It’s just paper. We’re still going to meet in the ring next week, and you're going to have to learn the hard way about what happens when people really piss me off!”
Scylla drops the mic and makes her way out of the ring, Kevin following. As her music hits, the fans begin an odd applause, and the camera fades out.
