Ultimate Online Wrestling Season 2 Ch-1: Friday Night Clash 8!

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“Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent starts to play as the Ultimate Wrestling intro appears on the screen with classic footage from the first season’s most memorable moments. When the intro comes to its end a memorial for Los Angeles and Seattle is shown before the screen fades to black. The live feed from inside Madison Square Garden appears on the screen next with the camera panning around the jam-packed arena. An explosion of pyrotechnics is set off as Stranglehold continues to play on the Gardens expensive sound system. The camera then pans around some more showing all the excited fans who’ve been waiting for over a month for Ultimate Wrestling and their hero’s to return to home soil. The cameras then cut to the commentators Chris Rodgers and Scott Slade who look overjoyed to be back home.

Chris Rodgers: WELCOME! WELCOME! WELCOME TO MADISON SQUARE GARDEN!

Scott Slade: Listen to this crowd Chris! They love us!

Chris Rodgers: Indeed they do and tonight we are here to pay our respects to our fallen Americans, friends, families, and co-workers who were killed during the North Korea Crisis and those who were lost due to the missile strikes on Los Angeles and Seattle.

Scott Slade: That’s right Chris. 50% of all our proceeds are going to the relief effort for the survivors of the nuclear strike who’ve been displaced from their homes and forced to move eastward. One of the greatest humanitarian gestures I’ve ever seen from our boss Mr. Mudcock.

Chris Rodgers: See, for months you bad mouthed the great Mr. Mudcock, and here he is helping out his fellow man in need! Rupert has a heart of GOLD and he showing it here tonight!

Scott Slade: I can’t argue with that Chris. Rupert has made good on helping all of us after that horrific experience we suffered abroad. However money can’t replace the loved ones that were lost, I hope Rupert understands that.

Chris Rodgers: Trust me Chris no one suffered more during the crisis than Mr. Mudcock. Anyway, tonight we honor the surviving Heroes who helped put a stop to the rest of the North Korean nuclear missiles and to those who died with a moment of silence and our National Anthem.

Scott Slade: Look here comes Mr. Mudcock now!

Rupert drives out onto the stage with his shiny red mobility scooter to a nice ovation from the New York crowd and makes his way down the ramp and through the aisle toward the ring. Once there, he unsaddles himself from his expensive scooter and waddles his fat pasty ass toward the steel steps and makes his way into the ring. Rose Johnston meets him there and hands him a microphone before leaving the ring. Rupert adjusts his shirt and tie before taking a deep breath. An “American Hero” chant starts up as people praise Mudcock for his generosity.

Mudcock: It brings a tear to my eye every time I think about the millions of people we lost last January… but we have to keep fighting on as Americans! That is what we do! We push forward because we are strong! Our enemies may have weakened us, but it will only make us stronger in the long run! Tonight I wanted to come out here and bring out the survivors of Kim Jung-Un’s barbaric Death Sport Tournament who helped put a stop to their horrific attack! Please welcome our Medal of Freedom recipients and HERO’S! Valora! Sato! Huckleberry! Abbigail! Kronin! And Jeremiah! To the stage!

Valora leads the group out onto the stage as the fans give them a standing ovation that lasts a good five minutes. Another “American Hero’s” chant picks up as the Ultimate Wrestling stars line up horizontally on the stage. Rupert eventually quiets the fans down and begins to speak again.

Mudcock: Now, please join us all in the moment of silence for the victims and for the first responders who didn’t make it.

Madison Square Garden goes eerily quiet as everyone takes a moment to reflect on the tragedy. The silence is then broken by the U.S. National Anthem that starts to play over the arenas sound system. Everyone in attendance places their right hand on their heart as country music megastar Kelly Understone sings the lyrics. The patriotic moment brings a tear to Rupert’s eyes until he turns around just in time to watch Valora Salinas take a knee in protest against McStrump and the current regime in office. Rupert immediately grows irate and his face begins to turn boiling red, but he manages to keep together through the entire rendition of the Star-Spangled Banner. Chris Rodgers, on the other hand, is unable to hold his tongue.

Chris Rodgers: Can you believe that woman! What a disgrace! She’s kneeling for our anthem! After everything, this nation has been through! She thinks now is a good time to make a political statement! We should be coming together to heal! Not further dividing one another! That Medal of Freedom should be ripped from her neck damn it!

Scott Slade: Woah! Aren’t you being a little harsh? This is America Chris. If Valora wants to protest than she can protest. It’s her right protected under the constitution! Plus if it wasn’t for her we’d all be dead right now so why don’t you cut the Latina a break!

Chris Rodgers: It’s a disgrace, Scott! A damn slap in the face of what this Nation stands for. I hope Rupert fines her for this disloyal and cowardice act!

The anthem comes to an end and the fans start to cheer as an explosion of red, white, and blue pyrotechnics fire off from the stage. The Wrestlers make their way back behind the curtain as Rupert mounts his mobility scooter and begins chasing after Valora cursing like a sailor.

Scott Slade: Well he definitely doesn’t look happy! Anyway enough with the politics! We're here to forget our problems for a while and watch some good old fashioned wrestling and that’s what we have in store for you tonight folks!

Chris Rodgers: You’re right Scott. We can’t let Valora’s lack of patriotism ruin this special evening! Now Rupert is introducing a new Submission Specialist Title Belt here tonight and to reward Jeremiah and Kronin he’s given them first crack at this prestigious Ultimate Wrestling Championship.

Scott Slade: And here comes The Robot Man now!

“Down Low” by R. Kelly starts to play over the speaker system and “The Robot Man” Jeremiah Vastrix walks out onto the stage to a large ovation from the Ultimate Wrestling fans. His cold artificial cybernetic eye’s glowed a bright blue as he made his way down the ramp in his black leather jacket and black tights. Rose Johnston begins to announce Vastrix to the New York faithful in attendance as he slaps high fives with them in the aisle way.

Rose Johnston: Hailing from Hong Kong, China! Standing at a height of six feet, two inches, and weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds! The sexist cyborg on the planet! God’s gift to women around the world! JEREMIAH VASTRIX!

Chris Rodgers: Who do you like in this one Scott?

Scott Slade: Well I got to tell you, Chris, I think Kronin is the better fighter and wrestler. However, we’ve seen in the past that Jeremiah seems to have the ability to turn off his brain's pain receptors which could prove a difficult problem for Kronin to solve in an I Quit match like this.

Chris Rodgers: I would say that is a spot-on assessment Scott. I think Rupert really needs to take a hard look at this cyborg and see if it’s even fair for him to be competing against un-enhanced human beings on the roster.

Jeremiah dives into the ring and quickly gets to his feet and starts bouncing off the ropes to warm up for his opponent. His music cuts off and “Ich Will” by Rammstein hits the sound system and the fans explode into cheers as “The Big German Suplex Machine” makes his way out onto the stage in his gold, red, and black tights.

Rose Johnston: His opponent, from Berlin, Germany! Standing at a height of six feet, six inches, and weighing in at 275 pounds! KRONIN REINHARDT!

Chris Rodgers: I’ve got say, Scott. After what we experienced in North Korea and seeing this man in action, I have a lot more respect for him. He may be a Kraut, but he’s one of the best soldiers I’ve ever seen. We probably wouldn’t be alive today if it weren’t for Mr. Reinhardt.

Scott Slade: He’s a real hero Chris, and one hell of a crack shot too. One thing we’ve failed to mention is that Kronin was severely poisoned by the North Koreans while we were being held captive. Will have to see if the German has fully recovered or if he’s suffered any permanent side effects.

Chris Rodgers: Ahhh, I’m sure he and Huckleberry are both fine! Nothing Dr. Drake can’t handle! The man helped put a stop to the Ebola Virus in Africa. I’m sure he can cure some crappy poison those idiots created!

Scott Slade: Yes, we're lucky to have Dr. Drake as part of our Ultimate Wrestling medical team thanks to Mr. Mudcock.

Kronin also slaps high fives with the fans on the way down to the ring and then makes his way up the steel steps before entering the ring. Referee Bob Sigro holds up the new Submission Specialist Championship Title belt for the fans to see before signaling for the starting bell. The bell rings and Kronin and Jeremiah begin to circle one another inside the ring. The two then lock up in the middle of the ring and begin to push their weight into each other trying to out power one another. It’s clear that both men seem to be equal in strength, so Jeremiah smartly breaks the stalemate with a quick kick to Kronin’s gut followed up with a lighting fast jawbreaker.

Chris Rodgers: The Cyborg takes advantage to start this pivotal match in Ultimate Wrestling’s history!

Scott Slade: He dropped Kronin nicely there and now he’s quick to lock in an armbar submission!

Vastrix continues to put pressure on Kornin’s arm pressing his weight into him on the canvas. Kronin gets a surge of energy and then forces Jeremiah back to his feet, but the cyborg turns the armbar into an Irish whip slam and Kronin whacks the mat with his backside hard. Jeremiah quickly drops a leg drop over the throat of Reinhardt and then locks Kronin’s head into a sitting leg scissors chokehold. Kronin struggles to try to get free as Referee Bob Sigro drops down to the mat to see if Kronin wants to tap out. Kronin refuses and pries himself out of the leg hold before rolling away from Jeremiah outside of the ring for a breather. The frustration on Reinhardt’s face is clear as he places his hands on his hips and paces back and forth outside of the ring cursing to himself.

Scott Slade: Not the start Reinhardt wanted…

Chris Rodgers: Jeremiah is a tough opponent and we’ve really only seen three wrestlers get the best of him. Sato, Valora, and Abishag found a way to beat the Robot man, but can Kronin do it?

Scott Slade: Looks like we’re about to find out!

Kronin slides back into the ring and is immediately met by the Cyborg who grabs him and whips him toward the ropes. Kronin however reverses it and sends Jeremiah into the ropes instead and nails him with a powerful clothesline that knocks the robot man to the canvas. The fans erupt as Kronin then quickly grabs Vastrix by both of his legs and turns him over, locking him in a Boston Carb submission hold. Despite locking in the move with expert execution Jeremiah seems unresponsive to the pain. The fans cheer Kronin on, but it’s clear after the first twenty seconds that the big German is growing frustrated with Jeremiah. At that point the cyborg starts to use his upper arm strength to crawl toward the ropes with extreme resilience.

Scott Slade: There it is! This is what we were talking about before! Due to Jeremiah’s brain injuries and cybernetic surgical enhancements the man is completely impermeable to pain!

Chris Rodgers: He may be able to turn off the pain receptors in his brain Scotty, but that doesn’t mean his bones and tendons are invincible! Sometimes being able to feel where your hurt is a human advantage that keeps you from hurting yourself further and even prevent you from suffering a career-ending injury. Jeremiah better be careful, or he may end up having to swap out more of his human self for robot parts!

The fans let out a roar as Jeremiah finally gets to the ropes. Referee Bob Sigro forces Kornin to break the hold and the big German complies with the request. This time it’s Jeremiah who rolls out of the ring for a breather, as he takes a moment to readjust his back. Jeremiah crawls back up onto the apron but is met by Kronin who nails him with a few sharp right hands. Kronin then grabs Jeremiah by the head with his left arm and hook his tights with his right hand before powerfully suplexing him back into the center of the ring. The fans let out another roar of cheers at the impressive display of strength by the big German who quickly rolls over onto Vastrix and begins punching him repeatedly straight in the face. By the Third punch, Kronin stops, and begins to hold his right hand as he gets up off of Jeremiah.

Scott Slade: Something’s wrong with Kronin’s right hand!

Chris Rodgers: After what happened at the Death Sport Tournament, Jeremiah’s probably got enough metal in his face and skull for a normal fighter to break his hand on. Let’s just hope Kronin’s didn’t shatter his hand just now like Sato did back at Ultra Slam against Valora!

Vastrix gets back to his feet and quickly spots that Kronin is preoccupied with his injured right hand. He quickly moves in behind the German and grabs his head warping his arm across the front of his neck. Jeremiah then executes a scorpion death drop driving Kronin’s skull into the ring mat which sends the fans into a massive fervor.

Chris Rodgers: Oh wow! We haven’t seen that move before!

Scott Slade: The Cyborg Death Drop! Jeremiah was telling me all about it on the plane ride home from China! What a maneuver! Kronin has been absolutely rocked!

Jeremiah kips up and puts his fist in the air before pointing his index finger upward toward the rafters and spinning it around. He then turns around and grabs Kronin by his legs before crossing them around his own leg and turns him over for a sharpshooter submission lock. The fans roar as Kronin begins to scream and holler from the pain shooting up through his legs and up his spine.

Scott Slade: The Cyborg Death Lock! This could be it, Chris!

Chris Rodgers: When did Jeremiah have time to come up with all these new moves?

Scott Slade: I heard he’s been training with Johnny Mélange again in his spare time from running Hammer Industries!

Chris Rodgers: Kronin is trying to fight out of it! Just look at how stubborn this German bastard is!

Kronin tries to push Jeremiah off of him by using all of his upper body strength. The attempt causes Jeremiah to almost lose his balance, but he adjusts and continues to apply the pressure on Reinhardt. Kronin abandons attempting to break out of the hold and then begins to crawl toward the nearest rope to force the referee to break the hold. Jeremiah tries as hard as can to keep Kronin away from the ropes, but the German is relentless and finally makes it to the bottom rope. Sigro then grabs Jeremiah and forces him to release the hold much to his frustration.

Chris Rodgers: My, oh my! Kronin was lucky to get out of that pickle! That did not look like an easy hold to break Scott.

Scott Slade: Once the Cyborg Death Lock is applied, Jeremiah states that there is no escape! Kronin was lucky to get to the ropes!

Chris Rodgers: I don’t think he got away unscathed though Scotty. It looks like he’s got a limp now and that won’t go unnoticed by Jeremiah!

The aggravated Jeremiah moves in and strikes Kronin in his injured right knee with a sidekick and then attempts to follow it up with a haymaker to Kronin’s jaw which the German blocks. Kronin returns fire with a standing dropkick which sends Jeremiah stumbling backward into the corner turnbuckle. Kronin gets up quickly to his feet and then musters up the resilience to hit the cyborg with a monstrous splash that crushes Vastrix into the turnbuckle knocking the wind out of his lungs. Reinhardt then grabs hold of Jeremiah around the waist and belly to belly suplexes him back into the center of the ring with extreme prejudice. The fans erupt as both men lie on the mat breathing heavily exhausted from their back and forth battle.*

Scott Slade: Can you believe it! Reinhardt is showing just how reliant he can be! What a momentum changer!

Chris Rodgers: They don’t call him the “German Suplex Machine” for nothing!

Kronin is the first wrestler sit up on the mat and then get back to his feet. With Jeremiah still out on the mat barely moving, Kronin takes advantage of the situation by jogging up to the cyborg and jumping high up into the air before crushing him with a monstrous body splash across Jeremiah’s chest cavity. The fans let out an “Oooh” as the impact echoes around the arena. Kronin jumps to his feet and then signals for a cut-throat to the fans which gets a nice rise out of them.

Chris Rodgers: Oh my! Kronin looks confident right now! Jeremiah might be half robot, but his internal organs are still human! I’m pretty sure all the oxygens been crushed out of him after that series of moves!

Scott Slade: Looks like he’s going for the legs! Yes! He’s locking Jeremiah into a figure four leg lock! The incredible technical skill here!

Chris Rodgers: But will it make Jeremiah submit? That’s the question!

Kronin locks in a figure four and arches his back along the mat to apply maximum pressure on Jeremiah. Referee Bob Sigro moves in close to see if Vastrix is ready to give up, but the Robot Man doesn’t even acknowledge his presence. Jeremiah then sits up and tries to force Kronin to break the hold by pounding on his legs with his fists, but the German ignores the blows and continues to try to get the pain he’s subjecting Jeremiah to, to register with the human side of his Brain.

Chris Rodgers: It’s just not working damn it! That freak of science just doesn’t feel any pain!

Scott Slade: Kronin looks demoralized! What on earth is it going to take to get Jeremiah to quit!

Jeremiah gives up on trying to break the hold and then uses all of his remaining strength to reverse the hold on Kronin by flipping them both over face first on the mat. Jeremiah then pushes up leaning all of his weight back into Kronin applying the pressure now to his legs. The big German screams like a mad man as spit flies out of his mouth while he tries to fight through the pain and crawl toward the ropes.

Scott Slade: Reverse! A reversal of the figure four! Jeremiah is now in the catbird's seat!

Chris Rodgers: That’s it! Kronin is tapping! It’s over! Jeremiah has done it! He is the new Submission Specialist Ultimate Wrestling Champion!

Kronin pounds the palm of his hand repeatedly on the ring mat as Big Sigro attempts to get Jeremiah to break the hold. After a few seconds of un-entanglingly their legs, Jeremiah is helped to his feet by Sigro who then lifts his hand high in the air and awards him his new championship title belt. “Down Low” by R. Kelly starts to play after the bell on the Gardens speakers as the fans applaud Jeremiah’s impressive victory.

Rose Johnston: The winner of this match and new Submission Wrestling Champion! GOD’S GIFT TO ALL WOMEN! THE ROBOT MAN! JEREMIAH VASTRIX!!!!

Kronin struggles to his feet and limps toward the ropes before rolling out of the ring pissed at himself for losing the match. Jeremiah makes his way over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the middle rope before raising his new title belt high in the air. The Ultimate Wrestling fans let out a roar for the Cyborg before he hops down back on the mat somewhat gingerly.

Scott Slade: Fans we have to cut to a commercial break but when we come back the main event hell in the cell match is up next!

Chris Rodgers: Pay Per View level event match for the Franchise Title! I can’t wait!

Rupert Mudcock sat in his temporary office accommodations watching his show on a large plasma screen television while enjoying a fine glass of high-end Bourbon. On his desk sat a pile of resumes he’d been reviewing for the open Vice President of Operations position that was now vacant due to Robert Eltistio's untimely death in North Korea. It was clear that Rupert was putting a great deal of more thought into who he would hire for a VP after Robert’s lackluster performance plagued their ability to attain high-end athletic talent for their roster. Suddenly without warning, the Ultimate Wrestling traveling janitor Ronald Washington stormed into Rupert’s office ranting like a mad man.

Mudcock: What is the meaning of this?!

Washington: How can you let that murderous disrespectful cunt get away with that show of defiance! It’s not enough that she killed Walter? Now you’re going to let her piss all over the flag and anthem? I thought you stood for something good and American Mudcock!

Ron Washington was a stern-looking older man with skin like leather and he wore his pants above his belly button strapped tightly with a brown leather belt that looked as old as he was. It was clear Ron was unhappy with Rupert, and angry with Valora after she had to kill possibly his only friend Walter during the Death Sport Tournament.

Mudcock: I don’t see how any of this is the fucking Janitor’s concern Mr. Washington!

Washington: It’s my damn concern because Walter was my GOD DAMN FRIEND! Just because the liberal media is calling her a Damn hero doesn’t make it true! For all, we know the reason Los Angeles and Seattle are gone is her own damn fault!

Rupert sighed and took a long stiff drink from his Bourbon glass before further confronting the disgruntled custodial worker.

Mudcock: If it makes you feel any better Mr. Washington, I’m going to fine her $100’000 for that stunt she just pulled out there during the anthem.

Washington: IT’S NOT ENOUGH DAMN IT! SHE DESERVES TO BE FIRED AND THEN PUNISHED SEVERELY! WALTER WAS GOD DAMN WAR HERO! HE WAS A GOOD MAN AND HE PLEDGED HIS LIFE TO PROTECT YOU MUDCOCK!

Mudcock: As sad I am for our loss of Walter, Salinas is my current Franchise Champion and is polling higher among our viewership than any other member of the roster. It wouldn’t be in my financial interest to fire her no matter how disrespectful or repulsive she is. I’m already cutting our bottom line in half by donating all this damn money! On top of that, every Ultimate Wrestling roster and crew member’s family that died during that asinine Death Sport Tournament is suing me! So no Mr. Washington, I have no interest in getting rid of Ms. Salinas any time soon! I need the money and ticket sales she’s going to draw for my company!

Washington stood staring at Mudcock absolutely floored by his response. Ron was an avid M.O.X viewer and a huge supporter of Rupert his entire life. It was becoming clear to Ron that Rupert’s patriotism and support for conservative values were fake news and that all the old man was really interested in was his image and his money.

Washington: It may not matter to you, but it matters to me! If you’re not going to fire her, then I demand a match with her! I want revenge Mudock!

Mudcock: HA! An old man like you wouldn’t last one minute with Salinas in the ring! You’re not a wrestler Ron! You’re a fucking Janitor!

Washington: I was a soldier and I’ve fought in more wars then I care to share! I can handle myself with that bitch any day of the week!

Mudcock: Get out of my office RON! NOW! OH! I almost forgot I think I clogged the toilet down the hall earlier today! Why don’t you make yourself useful and go get revenge on that turd for me!

The sound of Ron grinding his teeth in anger raised the hair on Rupert’s neck as the lowly war veteran made his way out of his employer’s office. Ron stopped the door and turned around to face Rupert one last time.

Washington: You’ll regret this Rupert… Mark my words… I will have my revenge…

Rupert ignored Washington’s last statement and went back to reviewing his resumes on his desk. When Washington was finally out of sight Rupert let out a sigh of relief before taking another sip from his Bourbon. He then lit a cigar and put his feet up on his desk and leaned back enjoying the aromas of his fine tobacco product while shaking his head at the silly notion of Ron fighting Valora.

The feed returns with the cameras focused on a giant 24-foot steel cage cell lowering from the rafters of Madison Square Gardens with “Requiem for a Tower” playing over the sound system for dramatic effect. The camera then cuts to the commentator’s booth with Chris Rodgers and Scott Slade ready to call the main event of the evening.

Scott Slade: This is it, everyone! The final four from the Death Sport Tournament locked in a steel cell for the highest prize in wrestling today, the Ultimate Wrestling Franchise Heavyweight Championship!

Chris Rodgers: Just listen to these fans, Scotty! This is what this sport is all about! Tonight four of the toughest competitors we’ve ever known are ready to give it everything they got for the Ultimate Prize in the business!

Scott Slade: As far as I’m concerned, these four, are the toughest S.O.B’s in our sport! Faced with life and death in North Korea they proved they had the composure and the tenacity to stay alive and to set aside their ingrained moralities!

Chris Rodgers: Hey, when it’s kill or be killed, morality goes out the windows and that’s exactly what we bore witness to in North Korea.

Scott: No doubt Chris…

Rose Johnston stands up out of her ringside seat and begins to announce the last match of the night to all the fans in attendance. Rose is in a skin-tight pink vinyl dress and is wearing matching pink high heel shoes. Her hair has been recently bleached and colored and she looks as if she’s spent a good amount of time in the tanning booth for this big event.

Rose Johnston: Tonight’s main event is set for one fall and no holds are barred! The first fighter to pin an opponent will be crowned Ultimate Wrestling Franchise Champion! Introducing first! From Chicago, Illinois, she is one half of the current Tag Team Champions! ABBIGAIL DRESDEN!

Chris Rodgers: It’s going to be interesting to see if Dresden can replicate the fight she showed against Abishag here tonight.

Scott Slade: It was an unreal performance. One for the ages and it’s earned her a spot here tonight.

“The Resistance” by skillet hits the sound system and the fans go wild as Abbigail Dresden makes her way out onto the stage. She is dressed in her dark blue and hot pink skort and her black top with her hot pink logo across her chest. The fans slap high fives with her as she makes her way down the aisle until she reaches referee Bob Sigro. Bob opens the steel cell door for her and Abbigail steps inside of the metal structure and then slides into the ring just as her music stops playing.

Rose Johnston: Our next challenger! Hailing from Dublin Georgia! The one and only HUCKLEBERRY!

Hillbilly Deluxe by Brooks & Dunn hits the sound system and the fans go crazy for Huckleberry as he makes his way out onto the stage wearing his traditional red and white wrestling attire with the flame decals rising up off his wrist and ankles. A “Huckster” chant starts up as he slaps high five’s with the fans in the aisle way before entering the steel structure. His music cuts off as he eyes Abbigail from the floor with a serious look on his face.

Chris Rodgers: The recipient of that North Korean designed Poison, but to tell you the truth the little hillbilly doesn’t look any worse for wear right now Scott.

Scott Slade: I have a lot of respect for Huckleberry. He could have used that antidote just for himself, but split it with Kronin and kept them both alive. He’s a good person and he deserves a shot of the Franchise Title after the winning streak he’s been on!

Rose Johnston: Up next! The man who ended Emperor Kim Jung-Un himself! The other half of the current Tag Team Champions of the World! The Master of the Heart Punch! TAKUMA SATO!

“Something to Believe in” by Off-Spring hits the sound system and the fans let out a huge roar as Sato makes his way out onto the stage wearing a set of black linen pants and no shirt. Sato ignores the fans as he makes his way down the aisle with a stern look on his face. Sato has a few words with Sigro before entering the cell and sliding into the ring to join his Tag Team Partner Abbigail Dresden as his music comes to a stop.

Chris Rodgers: I think Sato is my favorite for this match Scott. The man is as fast as lightning and he can end a match with one strike. I think he was very unlucky last time when he fought Valora at Ultra Slam.

Scott Slade: No doubt about it. Sato is always a favorite in any match up honestly. Although ever since we got back from North Korea he really hasn’t been himself from what I can tell.

Chris Rodgers: I think you could say that about all of us though Scotty. I doubt it will affect his performance here tonight anyway.

Rose Johnston: Lastly! Introducing the one and only Ultimate Wrestling Franchise Champion! Hailing from the decimated city of Los Angeles! VALORA! SALLLLLLINNAAASSSSSS!

“Bring It” by Trapt hits the sound system and the fans start to chant “Salinas” as Valora makes her way out onto the stage holding her Franchise Heavyweight Championship belt high above her head with both her hands. The Latina is sporting a new short haircut due to her having a lot of burned off during her match with Walter Reagan at Death Sport. A series of purple pyrotechnics ignite from the ramp as she descends down it and through the aisle way jazzing up the crowd even more.

Chris Rodgers: Well I didn’t expect that, looks like Rupert went all out on Valora’s entrance tonight. Not that she deserves it after what she did earlier tonight with that kneeling stunt!

Scott Slade: Shocking… anyway, here she comes! The woman of the hour! Listen to this crowd! It’s deafening in here!

Valora wastes no time as she sprints over to Bob Sigro, tosses her belt at him, and vaults into the cell. Sigro quickly closes the cell door behind him and locks it with a steel chain and master lock before sliding into the ring. The fans go haywire as Valora goes straight after Huckleberry and the two begin exchanging sharp lefts and rights outside of the ring. Sato and Abbigail stand in the ring and watch them brawling as Valora takes advantage. She quickly slams Huckleberry’s face off the ring mat and then again off of the steel steps. She then tosses him into the ring toward Sato and Abbigail who immediately begin stomping on the little Appalachian.

Chris Rodgers: Huckleberry looked pretty paranoid before the start of this match due to these three having a friendly relationship outside of the ring. Right now, I think he was right to be paranoid! I wouldn’t put it past Valora to have it come up with a strategy for them to all to beat on Huckleberry at the start of this match.

Scott Slade: There is a bit of a conflict of interest here, but Abbigail told me Valora refused to have any contact with her once this match was booked. I don’t think Sato or Abbigail is here to make sure Valora walks out with this title. I think each of them wants that strap around their waist and there is no way they’re lying down for Valora here tonight.

Abbigail then grabs the little hillbilly by his long blonde hair and pulls him up before hooking both his arms holding him in place. Valora then walks up and punt kicks the Huckster right in the scrotum sack as hard as she can. Abb’s releases Huckleberry and he collapses back down on his hands and knees before puking onto the ring mat. The three friends then begin stomping Huckleberry again into the mat unrelentingly. Valora then picks Huckleberry up off of the mat and tosses him over the top rope and onto the floor.

Chris Rodgers: This is getting out of hand! I know Valora will do anything to win, but I thought Sato and Abbigail had better morals than this.

Scott Slade: Huckleberry is taking an absolute beating tonight! Honestly, I’m surprised too, Chris. Sato is usually a man of honor.

The fans start to boo unhappy with the gang mentality of the trio until Sato hits Valora with a superkick straight to her chin as she’s turning back around. The impact set’s off the crowd as Valora goes over the top rope and onto the floor next to Huckleberry. Abbigail, angry with Sato, jumps on his back and locks in a chokehold, but Sato expertly Ipponseio Slams her onto the mat hard and then locks in an arm-triangle chokehold on his own tag team partner.

Chris Rodgers: Well look who was the first to break up the alliance! Takuma Sato wants to be the Franchise Champion of Ultimate Wrestling!

Scott Slade: He got Valora good with that kick! She’s seeing stars on the floor right now!

Chris Rodgers: Sato trying to get Abbigail to tap out!

Huckleberry and Valora get to their feet about the same time and start slugging it out like wobbly drunks at a bar. Valora however once again gains the advantage and slams Hucklberry’s face into the steel mesh of the cell. Huckleberry bounces off it and Valora quickly wraps him up from behind and German suplexes him onto the floor. The fans let out a roar as Abbigail continues to struggle with her face now beat red.

Scott Slade: Huckleberry having a hard time in this match up!

Chris Rodgers: Who cares? Dresden looks ready to tap out from this chokehold Sato’s applied on her!

Valora sees her closest current friend struggling and slides into the ring and delivers a powerful Savat kick to the back and neck of Takuma which forces him to break the hold. Valora doesn’t stop there as she quickly starts stomping a mudhole in Sato taking out her frustrations on him. She then picks up Takuma and mounts him up on her back before delivering a monstrous verta-breaker on him which sends the fans into a frenzy. Huckleberry now back on his feet tries to rush into the ring but is nailed by Abbigail with a baseball slide that sends the hillbilly into the mesh fencing of the cell for a second time. The impact causes him to collapse onto the floor again struggling to stay conscious. Valora quickly hooks Sato’s leg for a pin and Sigro dives down to the mat for the count.

Scott Slade: Gringa Killa! Gringa Killa! Salinas with a cover!

Chris Rodgers: ONE! TWO! NO! SATO WITH A LAST SECOND KICK OUT!

Scott Slade: Valora was one second away from another successful title defense!

Abbigail now fully focused on Huckleberry picks him up and tries to set him up for a suplex, but the Huckster blocks the attempt. He then instead reverses the attempt and suplexes Abbigail onto the hard concrete floor. The fans let out a roar, excited to see the Huckster finally get some positive momentum going in his favor. Abbigail lets out a sharp moan as she arches her back in pain holding her lower back with her right hand. Back inside the ring, Valora has Sato locked in a headlock down on the mat and is refusing to let him up. Sato rakes her in the eye and forces her to release the hold and attempts to crawl out of the ring, but Valora is relentless and jumps on his back locking in her signature Aztec Clutch on the young martial artist.

Scott Slade: Aztec Clutch! Sato in a world of hurt here now!

Chris Rodgers: She won’t be able to keep that locked in for long Scott! Sato’s to close to the ropes!

Sato fights his way to the ropes and Sigro breaks the hold much to the disappointment of the fans. Outside of the ring however, things have gone from bad to worse for Dresden as the Huckster has picked her up onto his shoulders and begun twirling her around while squealing like a pig much to the delight of the fans in the front row seats. The Huckster then sets down the dazed and confused Dresden before clobbering her with a vicious clothesline that sends Abbigail into a 360 in midair and then hard to the floor.

Chris Rodgers: Oh! That was some clothesline there by the Huckster!

Scott Slade: There is so much action in this match it’s almost hard to take it all in!

Sato hits Valora with a side kick to the gut and breaks up her momentum. He follows it up with a trio of spinning back kicks, and finishes it with an epic Wushu butterfly kick straight to Valora’s face which sends her stumbling back into the corner turnbuckle. With Valora slumped in the corner with her face resting on the turnbuckle, Sato grabs her by her black hair and begins smashing her face into it. He then picks her up and sets her up onto the top turnbuckle before climbing up it himself and super back suplexes her driving Valora’s spine viciously into the mat. The ring shakes from the impact and the fans erupt into a “Sato” chant as the younger fighter covers Valora for a pin.

Chris Rodgers: Sato is taking the fight to Valora! What a suplex from the top rope!

Scott Slade: Here’s the cover! Sigro to the mat! ONE! TWO! NO! VALORA KICKS OUT! The Latina refuses to give up!

Chris Rodgers: Damn it! I thought he had her that time!

Outside of the ring, Huckleberry has gotten Abbigail back to her feet and Irish whips her into the ring post. Dresden smacks the solid steel post hard and the impact causes the fans to let out an “Oh!” in response as she stumbles back toward the Huckster. Huckleberry then picks her up and Alabama slams her straight into the concrete sparking a “Huckster” chant. Huckleberry jumps to his feet and puts his hand up to his ear to charge up the crowd, even more, egging on their cheers.

Chris Rodgers: Just look at how wild these fans are for Huckleberry! It’s HUCKSTER MANIA!

Scott Slade: What’s he doing now?

Huckleberry then gets back up onto the ring apron and climbs up onto the top rope just as Sato hits another Ipponseio slam this time on Valora in the center of the ring. The little hillbilly stands upright on the top rope and pulls out a flask of moonshine, takes a swig, and then tosses out to the fans before diving off the top rope and nailing Valora with flying head-butt. The move connects beautifully, but it clearly hurts Huckleberry as much as it hurt the Valora. They both roll around and shake like crazy holding their foreheads after the blow as Sato looks on with a surprised look on his face. He then dives onto Valora and tries for another pin on the Franchise Champion.

Chris Rodgers: Sato using his brain! Covering Salinas for the pin after that suicidal move by Huckleberry!

Scott Slade: ONE! TWO! NO! NO! VALORA KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Chris Rodgers: Unbelievable! What is going to take to beat this woman? Honestly!

Sato sits up with his eyes wide, unable to process how Valora possibly kicked out. At this point, Abbigail has gotten back to her feet and unto the ring apron. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle looking for revenge on Huckleberry and delivers an incredible Fire Crotch Guillotine from the top rope and then hooks his leg for the pin. Sigro turns just in time to see the maneuver and starts the count, but Sato is there in a flash to break up the pin.

Chris Rodgers: Oh man! That was possibly Dresden’s best chance so far to steal this match!

Scott Slade: She seems to be struggling out there right now for whatever reason. Which I have to say Chris, most likely proves your theory that she was on something when she literally kicked the living crap out of Brock Absihag at Death Sport.

Chris Rodgers: North Korean Growth Hormone! Obviously, the effects don’t seem to be permanent!

Sato grabs Abbigail and tosses her through the ropes back onto the floor and then turns around just in time to catch Valora with a beautiful spinning roundhouse kick that knocks her to the mat. Valora instinctively rolls out of the ring to avoid being pinned again as she tries to take a breather. Takuma then picks up Huckleberry off of the mat and also tosses him through the ropes onto the floor in front of Valora before screaming in the center of the ring satisfied with the job of clearing out the ring.

Scott Slade: Sato is looking better and better in this match Chris!

Chris Rodgers: He’s the sharpest knife in the ring right now and winning a match like this takes surgical precision!

A frustrated Valora dislodges the steel steps from the side of the ring and then turns around to head back toward Huckleberry who is trying to get himself up off the floor. Valora savagely uses the steels steps and slams them down hard directly on Huckleberry’s spine dropping him face-first onto the floor again. The ruthless Latina then uses the steps another three times driving the steel object hard into the vertebras of the Huckster before tossing them aside. On the other side of the ring, Sato has made his way onto the floor and is currently laying down a beating on Abbgail slamming her face off the steel cage and busting her forehead wide open in the process. He then moves in to go for another Ipponseio slam, but Dresden reverses it and slams Sato onto the floor. Takuma quickly gets to his feet, but Dresden is able to take advantage of his blind spot and moves in from behind and nails a Back Stabber on Sato driving her knees into his lower spine. The crowd erupts as Sato lays on the floor next to his tag team partner screaming in pain holding his back.

Scott Slade: Look at the tag team partners going at it!

Chris Rodgers: This can’t be good for their friendship! This may lead to some hard feelings down the line!

Scott Slade: Look at Valora! She’s going for a Gringa Killer on the floor! Huckleberry is in some major trouble!

Valora goes to lift the Hillbilly up onto her back, but the Huckster slips out of it with his skinny sweaty arms and lands on his feet behind Valora. The Huckster then reaches down deep, and I mean real deep, and pulls out a small stainless steel wrench and clobbers Valora with it in the skull-splitting her wide open dropping her to the floor cold. The fans let our roar from the impact, but the foreign object attack draws a mixed reaction from the fans as they watch their favorite fighter laying on the floor bleeding profusely from her forehead.

Chris Rodgers: Oh! What a shot! Did you see that! Huckleberry just nailed her with a Mike Tyson like punch! It was so powerful and cracked her head wide open!

Scott Slade: Oh will you shut up! Don’t tell me you didn’t see that wrench in his hand! Huckleberry is a damn cheater!

Chris Rodgers: Hey as far as I’m concerned there are no cheaters! There are only winners and losers and Valora is about to lose! Hahahaha I love it!

Chris Rodgers: What’s he doing now? Get her back in the ring you inbred idiot! She’s ripe for the pickings!

Huckleberry tucks the wrench back into his tights and then heads over to the cage door. Once there he sticks his fingers in his mouth and pulls out what looks to be a lock pick. He then starts to attempt to pick the master lock keeping the cell door chained up.

Scott Slade: What the hell is Huckleberry doing now?

Chris Rodgers: It looks like he’s trying to pick the door lock, but for the life of me I don’t know why. The only way you can win this match is with a pinfall or submission in the ring.

Scott Slade: Wow looks like he unlocked! That’s pretty impressive!

Chris Rodgers: Well he did escape twice from his prison cell in North Korea, however, his dumb ass got caught both times.

Huckleberry removes the master lock and pulls the chain from the steel mesh of the cage and opens the door. He then grabs Valora and starts choking her out with the steel chain as blood runs down her face while she gasps for air.

Scott Slade: My God! Huckleberry has tapped into a mean streak all of a sudden!

Chris Rodgers: Everyone’s a nice guy until the top belt is on the line. Then they turn into a jerk who’ll do anything to win! Hahaha, I love it!

Huckleberry drags Valora by the door and tosses her out of the cell and onto the floor. The fans begin to turn a bit sour on Huckleberry as he slams the door shut and runs the chain through the fencing before locking it with the master lock essentially locking Valora out of the match.

Scott Slade: He just locked the champ out. What the hell?

Chris Rodgers: This is brilliant! He just took Valora out of the fight! I can’t believe it! How the hell did some so stupid come up with such a great idea!

Scott Slade: This can’t be legal! Sigro needs to unlock that door now!

Chris Rodgers: Uh... I think he’s a little too busy refereeing to do that right now Scotty.

Back inside the ring Dresden power bomb’s Sato in the middle of the ring and covers him for a pin. Sigro dives to the mat for the count, but Huckleberry breaks up the pin with an awesome diving elbow from the top turnbuckle. Abbigail lets out a scream as she rolls off of Sato holding her back in agony as Huckleberry hops up and starts to do a fiery dancing jig for the New York fans who are starting to find the hillbilly extremely annoying.

Scott Slade: What on earth is he doing? This is a wrestling match! Not a damn dancing competition!

Chris Rodgers: Leave the good old boy alone! He’s just having a good time out there!

Suddenly from behind the curtain a masked figure in a blue cowl with giant R painted in red, white, and blue appears on the stage with a steel chair in his hands. His outfit looks like something a Saturday morning cartoon villain would wear, but in patriotic American colors. The fans in the aisle way take note of him, but the rest of the crowd is too fixated on the action taking place in the cell. Valora has gotten back to her feet and shaken the cobwebs from her head when she realizes that Huckleberry has locked her out of the steel structure and essentially out of the match. She grabs hold of the door and begins shaking it like crazy trying to rip it open and screaming like a madwoman. With all the blood running down her face it’s a sight to behold.

Chris Rodgers: Hahaha! Look at Valora! She doesn’t know what the hell to do now! I love it!

Scott Salde: Wait who the hell is that coming down the aisle way in the mask?

Chris Rodgers: I have no idea, but he’s got a chair and his hands, and judging by his body language he intends on using it!

The match continues inside the cell as Sato and Abbigail have teamed up against Huckleberry to slow down his ungodly momentum. After a few hard right-hand shots, Dresden bounces the little hillbilly off the ropes and sends him toward Sato who nails him with a spinning roundhouse kick to the face and takes him off his feet and onto the mat. The tag team champs get a nice pop from the New York crowd as they go to town stomping a mudhole into the Huckster. On the outside Valora has now resorted to kicking the door in an attempt to break the steel chain.

Scott Slade: Valora is doing everything she can to get back inside the cell, but needs to turn around!

The masked figure now at ringside sprints over to Valora and strikes her with the steel chair across her back. Valora is clearly in pain but turns with a grimacing but mostly pissed off look on her face to confront her attacker. The masked man then cracks her over the head with the steel chair again bending the metal in the process on impact. The gash now on Valora’s forehead is noticeably larger and her wrestling gear is soaked in her own blood as she lies on the floor semi-conscious. The fans erupt into boo’s cursing the masked man assaulting their hero as the fight in the ring for the Franchise Championship continues.

Chris Rodgers: God damn! This masked maniac is unleashing a can of whoop-ass on Valora!

Scott Slade: But what is the meaning of this? Why is he here? Who the hell is he?

Back inside the ring, Sato cocks back his fist and delivers a massive heart punch to his own tag team partner Abbigail that drops her flat on the mat. The crowd erupts at Sato’s aggressive attack on his own partner as he moves in to cover her for the pin. Sato makes the cover, but Huckleberry gets up off of the ring mat just in time to break up the pin with an elbow drop. Sato and Huckleberry get up at the same time and Sato cocks back his right fist again and goes for the heart punch for a second time. Huckleberry however whips out the wrench he used on Valora and strikes Sato’s right forearm as it's coming toward her knocking it away. The blow injures the young martial artist arm much to the dismay of the fans in attendance. Huckleberry then kicks Sato straight in the gut, grabs him by his neck, and delivers a vicious diamond cutter taking Sato out. The fans erupt and get on their feet as Bob Sigro dives to the mat for the count.

Scott Slade: What a move by Huckleberry! This could be it!

Chris Rodgers: ONE! TWO! THREE! WE’VE GOT A NEW FRANCHISE CHAMPION! HUCKLEBERRY IS THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!

Scott Slade: Huckleberry nailed Sato with that impressive diamond cutter and that was all it took! Unbelievable!

Sigro helps the Huckster up and then hands him the Franchise Title belt before raising his hand in the air declaring him the winner. The timekeeper man’s sounds bell signifying the end of the match, but on the outside of the steel cell, the beat down being unleashed by the masked man on Valora continues. After striking her one last time with the steel chair, he tosses it aside and then picks up the bloodied Valora and tosses her over the guard railing and into the front row of fans. Satisfied with his attack the masked man then starts his way back up the aisle way while flipping off the New York fans who are aggressively booing him.

Scott Slade: Fans we are out of time! Thank you again for tuning into Friday Night Clash! Tune in next week when we try to make sense of all that’s transpired here tonight!

Program fades to black…

Rupert Mudcock sat in his large leather chair smoking his cigar and holding up a resume with his right hand. It wasn’t a long resume, but the font was beautiful and the paper it was printed on was eggshell white which was one of Rupert’s favorite paper colors. Across from his desk sat former Lead Director of Operations for the infamous War Hammer Corporation Allen Anderson. Allen was dressed in a black suit, black shirt, and white tie. His head was cleanly shaven and he also was enjoying a fine Cuban cigar of his own as Rupert reviewed his credentials.

Rupert: Michael Vastrix was a fine man… I didn’t know him extremely well, but I know he provided our Government with some of the best weapons techs over the years. Most of my dealings with him directly involved that degenerate son of his and keeping him under control. I was sad to hear of his passing… how was it that Michael died again?

Allen: Heart Attack I’m afraid. If you ask me, it was more heartbreak then heart attack…

Rupert: You can’t be serious…

Allen: Let’s just say that his estranged wife Monica made things very difficult for him toward the end. She blamed him for the death of their two youngest children. The woman was never the same again after their deaths. I’m afraid she suffered from the same mental illness as Michael’s son Jeremiah. No doubt a recessive trait passed down from the mother’s inferior lineage. There was no way poor Michael could’ve ever known really…

Allen acted as if he was trying to put on a brave face as he lied through teeth about Michael Vastrix’s demise. Rupert leaned back into his chair with a solemn look on his face shaking his head in disbelief.

Rupert: It’s a depressing thing to realize that a simple woman can unravel even the greatest of men like Michael. You say that his son Jeremiah inherited the entire company and then fired you after twenty-five years of faithful service?

Allen: Yes I’m afraid so… it’s honestly a disaster… he’s made his insane mother Vice President and together now they are trying to restructure the company from top to bottom and completely exit the Weapons Manufacturing industry and turn the company to some kind of Tech company like Banana or Poogle.

Rupert: Bah! What a waste! A man spends his entire life building something only to watch his only remaining child destroy it! These are dark times we live in Mr. Andreson… Dark times indeed. Blob save us all…

Allen: I… uh couldn’t agree more sir, but enough about War Hammer. Why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for in a Vice President?

Rupert: Well a man of your credentials is more than qualified really. You’d probably be happier working at another arms manufacturing company than helping manage my wrestling federation.

Allen: Oh I’m done with that part of my life now Rupert. I want to do something different. Plus you’d be surprised, I actually have some experience managing fighting talent. I’ve run a small outfit out of Asia that competed in tournaments all over the Eastern hemisphere in my spare time.

Rupert: Interesting, I did not know that… It wasn’t on the resume you gave me…

Allen: Yes well, I figured it was better that we spoke about it in person. I won’t lie Rupert. You’ve built a fine Wrestling Federation here in the United States. However, other than Salinas, you lack any real big global names that people from the fighting world really know. This North Korea Crisis was actually a blessing because it’s made every surviving member on your roster a household name.

Rupert: Yes well, my previous Vice President had a difficult time attracting talent from our competitors like Riot Star Wrestling.

Allen: Well if you hire me, I can guarantee you top talent from around the world! With my help, Rupert will take Ultimate Wrestling from an American promotion to a Global Phenomenon!

Rupert stood up quickly and extended his hand out toward Allen. Allen stood up and shook his hand immediately.

Rupert: The job is yours, Allen! I love your can-do attitude and your confidence! I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship!

Allen Anderson: I couldn’t agree more sir…

To be continued…