Mikey Stormrage became WZCW first ever dual-Champion. After a long slump, Matt Tastic managed to string together a few wins.
Suddenly, Matt Tastic turns on his best friend and challenges him, reasoning that it's to continue his career while Mikey Stormrage is betrayed. Not understanding why his closest friend in the world attacked him with no reason.
Harrys: This next match is scheduled for a single fall, and will be contested for the WZCW Mayhem championship belt. It has been sanctioned a mayhem rules bout!
Matt Tastic appears on the stage, and looks into the crowd. The audience is showing him absolutely no love tonight. He ignores them, and slowly walks down the aisle, and slides into the ring. Once inside, he bounces off the ropes, and climbs the back turnbuckle. Again, no love for him tonight. He turns, and sits on top of the turnbuckle pad, awaiting his opponent and former friend to make his entrance.
Harrys: Introducing first, the challenger, from Southwestern, Puerto Rico. He weighs in tonight at 235 pounds. He is a former WZCW world champion, and a member of the Hall of Fame, please welcome Matt Tastic!
Copeland: What kind of chip does Matt Tastic have on his shoulder that would allow him to stab his own friend in the back?
Cohen: It’s no chip, Seabass. Matt has the desire to win, and Mikey is deadweight. He’s always been deadweight. Always getting the opportunities that Tastic deserves. These are two of the most successful performers in the history of our company, and Tastic has to play curtain jerker, while Mikey has all these accolades handed to him.
Connor: That’s nonsense, Jack. This is a result of Matt’s own selfish ego, and nothing else.
The lights go down, as the crowd begins to roar. Green lights begin to pulse, as the Stormrage battle theme begins the blare for the second time that evening. Mikey appears on stage, still battered from his earlier match, but looking focused as she stands at the top of the ramp. Still the Elite Openweight champion, the belt hangs on one shoulder, while the Mayhem title belt hangs on the other. He looks determined as he swiftly walks down the ramp. He places both titles into his right hand, as he walks up the steel steps, and enters the ring. He eyes his former forever-partner, still seated on the turnbuckle, as he stands in the center of the ring, and raises both titles above his head.
Harrys: Introducing next, the defending champion. He hails from Southwestern, Puerto Rico, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana. He weighs in at 361 pounds. He is a member of the WZCW Hall of Fame, and the current Elite Openweight champion, this is Mikey Stormrage!
Copeland: Mikey wrestled a tough match against the rookie Dirk Buchanon earlier tonight for the Elite title belt. He’s not 100% here. This will be a tough match for him.
Cohen: It should be. Mikey’s a duel champion. There’s never been one before because the commission never allowed it. But now that Bank’s is gone, that fat idiot thinks he do whatever he wants because he’s a hall of famer.
Connor: That isn’t fair, Jack. Mikey saw an opportunity, and took it.
Cohen: Yeah? Well, Tastic’s about to do the same, Cat.
The referee takes the Mayhem belt from Mikey, and holds it above his head in the center of the ring, as both men stand before each other. He walks over, and hands the belt to another official, and signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Mikey and Matt circle each other, as the timekeeper rings the bell. The larger man looks incredibly hesitant to fight his friend. Tastic shouts at him repeatedly,
“You don’t have a choice, Mikey! Did you forget what that steel chair felt like? Fight Me!” The larger man shakes his head, and holds his hand up, offering a grappling contest.
“We’ll do this fair, I wanna do this fair!” Tastic sneers, and meets Mikey in the middle of the ring. He intertwines his palms with Stormrage’s massive hands. Mikey bears down on Tastic, quickly overpowering the smaller competitor. Matt is driven to his knees by his friends raw strength, but stands and quickly kicks the big man in the balls! The crowd boos, as spinning wheel drops Mikey to the mat. Tastic mounts him, and begins raining a storm of fists down on top of the still duel champion. Mikey does his best to cover up, and rolls onto his stomach, but Matt is relentless in his assault. He picks Stormage’s torso off the mat, and drives him face first into the canvas with the snap facebuster “Goblin Slayer!” He quickly rolls out of the ring, leaving Mikey in a dazed heap.
Copeland: I can’t believe this! Mikey wanted to wrestle this match clean, and even gave Tastic the opportunity, but he kicked him low!
Cohen: That’s what he gets for not taking this match seriously. I was supporting Mikey earlier. But if this is how he's gonna handle this grudge match, he's going to lose.
Connor: Matt’s already out for blood. I have a feeling this match won’t last long.
Tastic reaches under the ring, and grabs a steel chair. He slides back into the ring, as Stormrage is getting to his feet. Matt raises the chair and swings it, but Mikey sees it coming and raises his arm to block the shot. Tastic drives the edge of the chair into Mikey’s gut, but to his shock, it doesn’t do much. The larger man absorbs the blow, and steps forward, fist balled, but Tastic side-steps him. He smacks Stormrage in the back, but again, the shot has little effect. Mikey turns, and shakes his head. The crowd pops, as he puts his hands up, and tells his former partner to bring the pain. He lunges forward to grab the smaller man, but Matt rolls underneath him, the chair still in his hand. He stands and drives it into the back of Mikey’s leg. The big man grabs his knee, as Tastic takes aim at his head. The sickening sound of steel hitting bone echoes through the arena, as Stormrage crumbles to the mat. Matt raises the chair, and proceeds to smack Mikey over and over again across the back. The merciless chair shots create visible welts across the Mayhem champion’s back. Mikey grimaces in pain, and turns over to protect himself, as Tastic drives the edge of the chair into his sternum repeatedly. Satisfied, Tastic slams the chair down on the mat, and signals for the end. He exits the ring, and climbs to the top rope.
Copeland: What is going on here, surely Matt’s not trying to end this match early?
Cohen: Mikey’s worn down from the Elite title match from earlier. This is his opportunity.
Connor: He tried his best to fight Matt off too, but those vicious chair shots! I’ve never seen Matt this aggressive before.
Tastic stares down at his former friend, his ally, his amigo, as he lays prone on his back some distance away. It’s a bit further for Matt’s liking, but he’s got a ton of energy to spare. He leaps off the top rope, and soars through the air. He adjusts his body mid leap, hoping to flatten Stormrage with a Frog Splash, but the big man moves out of the way at the last second. Matt eats nothing but canvas! Mikey gets to his feet, and shakes his head at the man he still considers to be his best friend. He turns towards the crowd, and gives them a knowing nod. Tastic stands, and holds his chest in pain. He turns, and walks straight into Stormrage’s arms. He lifts him up, and slams him down to the canvas with the “Game Over!” The crowd is going wild, as Mikey falls into the cover: 1…2… but Matt kicks out! Mikey can’t believe it. His finisher wasn’t enough. In disbelief, he looks at the referee, who holds up his fingers. He takes a deep breath, as he lifts the smaller man to his feet. He grabs Tastic, and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Stormrage follows him in, and squashes the smaller man against the padding with an avalanche splash! Matt slumps forward, but Mikey holds him up. He wraps his arm around his buddy’s head, and grabs his leg, setting him up, before launching him across the ring with an exploder suplex! Tatsic’s body bounces off the canvas, as Mikey slowly approaches him. He reaches down, and wraps his massive arms around the smaller man’s waist. He deadlifts Tastic to his feet, and immediately slams him down again with a side belly to belly suplex. The “Live Mas Slam” connects! Mikey ponders how poetic it would be to win with this move, as he hooks his leg: 1…2… but Matt kicks out again!
Copeland: Mikey’s dropping bombs, but Matt just won’t go down! Everything’s been down hill for him since he missed that frog splash.
Cohen: He should have spent more time beating up Mikey with the steel chair. This is a Mayhem match, after all.
Connor: Mikey said that he would fight Matt, but he sure is bringing the pain right now.
Mikey turns and glares at the chair across the ring. He walks over, and picks it up. He hoists it over his head, drawing a pop from the crowd. He starts to stalk his friend, who’s still struggling to his feet. Stormrage raps the chair against the mat a few times, as Tastic gets back to a vertical base. Mikey raises the chair, but Matt drops to the mat, and rolls out of the ring, earning some boos and jeers from the crowd. Mikey throws the chair down, and goes out after him. He hits Matt with a stiff forearm shot to the chest, which sends the smaller man staggering backwards. Mikey clubs him across the shoulder blades with his huge arm, and proceeds to whip him into the steel steps! Tastic holds his back in agony, as Mikey kicks the smaller portion of the steps away. The big man eyes the larger part of the steps, still connected to the turnbuckle post, and drags his former partner to his feet. He wraps his arms around Tastic’s head, neck, and waist, and positions him for a uranage slam right onto the flat surface of the steel, but he can’t do it. Mikey shakes his head in frustration, as he drags Matt’s body away from the steps, and slams him down onto the padded floor instead. He picks the smaller man up, and tosses his body back into the ring.
Copeland: It seems as though Mikey’s struggling with his conscious over whether to use any sort of weapon against Tastic.
Cohen: He needs to make up his damn mind.
Connor: Think about he feels, Jack. Matt’s his best friend. All he wanted was to have some fun. He never expected Tastic to turn on him the way that he did.
Cohen:
If he wants to keep that title belt around his waist, he needs to forget about those feelings, and end Tastic now.
Mikey reaches down and throws back the apron, and begins to root around underneath the ring. He finds weapons of all kinds: chairs, tables, trashcans, kendo sticks, and even a giant ladder, but he doesn’t want to use any of them. Not against his friend. Not here, not now. He curses out loud, and fixes the apron. He stands, and gazes back inside the ring, but Tastic is nowhere to be found! He catches movement to the side, only to see the smaller man barreling towards him. Matt dives through the middle rope, and blasts Mikey backwards with a tope suicida! The larger man hits the barricade hard, but doesn’t go down. The former mayhem champion climbs onto the ring apron, and measures the big man. Tastic springboards himself onto the second rope, and jumps, planting his foot square onto Mikey’s jaw with the Flying Power Kick
! Stormrage is down. Matt wastes no time looking underneath the ring, as he begins to toss chairs, a trashcan, a kendo stick, and even a table into the ring. He slides in, and quickly sets the table up, and places it against the right corner facing the announcers. He turns around, and grabs the kendo stick. He takes a swing, and tries to whack Mikey on the head with it, but the big man catches it, and pulls Matt over the top rope, and onto the floor. Stormrage yanks the kendo stick from his friends grasp, and breaks it over his knee. He rolls Matt’s body into the ring, and follows him in. Both men get to their feet, and begin to slug it out. Fists and forearms begin to fly, as the two bitter pals fight for dominance. Despite the adrenaline flowing, Mikey’s lack of stamina from the previous match begins to catch up with him, allowing Tastic to get the better of the brawl. Matt kicks Mikey in the head with a standing enzuigiri, which brings him to his knees. Matt backs up, and delivers a dropkick as soon as his larger opponent makes it back to his feet. Stormrage stumbles backwards, but isn’t affected. Tastic steps back to the turnbuckle on opposite side, and charges forwards, blasting Mikey with a running dropkick! The big man falls backwards against the table Matt had set up earlier, but stops himself from going through by catching the ropes at the last second. Tastic charges forward again, and a second running dropkick drives Mikey through the table!
Copeland: It took three dropkicks, but Stormrage is finally down!
Cohen: Stay on him, Matt, stay on him!
Connor: How’s he gonna move him? Mikey’s huge body is trapped underneath all that wood.
Tastic grunts, as he attempts to pull Mikey’s massive frame away from the corner. Seeing the big man begin the stir, he doesn’t attempt to make a pin. Instead, he grabs a chair, and lays it down on the mat next to his slowly recovering foe. He measures the big man, springboards off the middle rope, and drills Mikey’s head into the chair with a tornado DDT! Stormrage looks to be knocked out cold, as Tastic falls on top of him: 1…2… but Mikey kicks out! Somehow finding the strength to keep going, to keep fighting, until the very end. Tastic screams in frustration, and slams his fists into the mat. He stands, and grabs the closest weapon next to him, a trashcan, and prepares to bash Mikey’s skull in. The big man makes it to a knee, as the crowd watches on the edge of their seats with bated breath. Matt raises the metal cylinder over his head, but Stormrage leaps up, and hoists him over his shoulders! With a sudden burst of momentum, he spins around and drops Tastic down with a Samoan Drop! Both men are down. Stormrage tries to turn himself over, and go for a cover, but finds that most of his strength has been drained. Both men slowly begin to recover, as Matt glares at his former partner with a crazed look in his eye. Mikey glances over and notices the trashcan lid laying right beside him. It must have come loose after Tastic dropped it. He grabs it right as the smaller man lunges forward, fist balled, looking to cave his fist in with a haymaker. Mikey raises the lid, and thrusts it forward, straight into his friends face! Matt stumbles backwards, as Stormrage measures him. He rears back, and clocks him in the head with the Headshot! The sound of the bionic elbow ricochets through the arena, and the crowd gasps. Tastic crumbles to the mat, as Mikey signals for the end. The true end of the game this time.
Copeland: What a desperation move from Mikey!
Cohen: I thought he said that he wasn’t going to use weapons against Matt in this match? What a dirty liar!
Connor: Well this is a Mayhem match, after all. It’s not like he broke the rules.
Cohen: It’s the principle of the matter, Cat.
Copeland: Tastic better watch himself, he might not like what’s about to happen!
Matt gets to his feet and stumbles directly into Mikey’s waiting arms. The defending Mayhem champion holds his brother-from-another-mother in his arms, as he signals to the crowd. With a mighty yell, he lifts the smaller man up, but Tastic uses his momentum to flip himself over the larger man’s shoulders. He falls to the mat, and lands on his feet behind him. Matt leaps up onto the larger man shoulders, and falls backwards, his momentum flipping Mikey onto the back of his neck! The crowd gasps as the inverted hurricanrana turns him inside out. Tastic stumbles over and grabs the closest weapon; a steel chair. He sneers, watching his former bestie trying his best to recover. Stormrage is dazed, and his tank is dangerously low. His adrenaline high is fading fast. He slowly begins to get to his feet, but Matt slams the steel chair across his back! Mikey grits his teeth in pain, and slowly starts to stand once more, but Tastic hits him again. He lifts the chair up, and begins blasting Mikey with it over and over, like he did at the start of the match, but this time he doesn’t stop.
Copeland: Oh my god, Matt’s snapped.
Cohen: I knew this was going to happen! Matt’s wrestled with Mikey a little, but the man’s a caged animal, and now his fangs are barred, and pointed right at him.
Connor: Mikey won’t last much longer. He wasn’t even at 100% before this match.
Matt brings the chair down over and over, hitting Mikey across the back, kidneys, and legs. Anywhere he can aim is a target for his pent up rage. Finally, he breathes and steps back. He stares in disbelief, as Mikey is STILL trying to get back to his feet.
“Just stay down, Mikey! I don’t want to have to hurt you!” The champion makes it to one knee, and tries to push himself to his feet, as Tastic raises the chair once more. The defending roar from the crowd as they chant for Mikey echoes like a cacophony in his ear. With a savage scream, he swings the chair forward, smacking Stormrage in the head as hard as he can! The champion wobbles, but doesn’t fall. Matt stares in shock as his friend shoots him a small, sad smile. Matt closes his eyes and lets out a roar, and whacks the big man in the head once more. Mikey’s eyes roll back into this head, as he falls to the mat. Matt slams the chair onto the canvas, and turns to look at his fallen brother. He reaches down and grabs him by the hair.
“Get up, Mikey! Stand up and let’s finish this!” He doesn’t try to hide his emotions. The crowd boos mercilessly, as Tastic drags the champion to his feet. Then, showing an incredible amount of strength, no doubt fueled by his intense anger, and will to win, he lifts the big man up onto his shoulder. Tastic strains, feeling the full weight of Mikey’s 360 pound frame. He drives Stormrage down head first onto the chair with the “Headache Driver!” Totally spent, Matt falls on top of his former comrade, as the referee counts: 1…2…3!
Harrys: Here is your winner, and the new Mayhem champion, Matt Tastic!
Copeland: I can’t believe how low Matt Tastic had to sink to win this match. Mikey Stormrage was his best friend! In the end, the champion gave a valiant effort, nonetheless.
Cohen: Tastic did what he had to do, Seabass. He chose to go down this path, and I’m just glad that he had the balls to see it through.
Connor: Despicable. This was a disgusting thing to watch. Was it worth it Matt? Was this little bit of glory worth nearly destroying your best friend?
The referee lifts Matts arm in victory, and hands him the Mayhem title belt. A belt that he didn’t even want. All this carnage, all this destruction, was waged in the name of a worthless crusade. The audience boos Tastic mercilessly, as he glances over at Mikey. The former champion is still unresponsive, and is surrounded by officials. Matt smiles, and rolls out of the ring. He backs up, and starts to head up the ramp, when out of his eye, he sees his old pal finally beginning to stir. Stormrage sits up, and shoots him a hollow look that Tastic can’t really read. The two lock eyes, as Matt lifts the title above his head. He turns, and walks up the ramp, leaving Mikey in the ring to ponder his next move.
