Ultimate Online Wrestling CH-5: Friday Night Clash Episode 2

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Takuma Sato sat laying on a hospital bed at USC Medical Center flipping through the television channels with his bedside remote. It had almost been 12 hours since his match on Friday Night Clash where he had been abandoned by both his tag team partners due to unforeseen circumstances. Sato had injured his ribs badly when he suffered a wild frog splash from Jeremiah Vastrix after having taken a stiff beating from him and Kronin. Sato sat in bed with his ribs heavily wrapped and he’d propped himself up using his bed pillows to be able to watch television in a somewhat a comfortable manner.

The early morning Californian sun shined through his window curtains and illuminated the depressing medical room. Sato hated hospitals; the smell, the sounds, and the psionic emotions reverberating in the building nauseated him to no end, but the physical pain he was in after the match was even more excruciating. His manager Ivan Stricker had insisted he go to the nearest clinic for examination. The medical team was able to rule out broken ribs with the use of X-Ray and MRI machines. So it was decided that Takuma would have to sit out the second airing Friday Night Clash to heal up on doctors orders.

Sato flipped through the channels slowly, stopping on the TMZ channel for a few seconds due to their footage of Valora Salina’s being carted off by the Los Angeles police force outside of the Grand Olympic Auditorium. Sato shakes his head frustrated with Valora’s behavior as he watched her cuss and scream at the officers all the while giving the paparazzi a goldmine worth of photos and video for the media tabloids. Sato liked Valora’s spirit, but he knew that she had fallen into a trap that would likely lead to her demise.

It seemed like every news and entertainment channel was covering the altercation between Salinas and Mudcock. M.O.X News had exclusively focused on the incident and on the condition of their Boss since the attack transpired. Almost as if it had been used as a distraction by the media to keep the populace from focusing on more important things happening in government that would have an enormous impact on their livelihood.

Sato let out a sigh as he finally put the television remote down stopping at ANN News. Cooper Sanderson was in the process of hosting his political talk show with a group of known pundits from each side of the political spectrum. The headline at the bottom of the screen read that the Republican majority in Congress and the House of Representatives had both voted through the successful repeal of the Affordable Healthcare Act. Sato attempted to grasp all of the conversation taking place on the television screen until the realization that his hospital visit would no longer be covered by his healthcare. A panic attack hit him fast and hard. Anxiety overtook the martial artist, as he began to breathe heavily, his hands grew clammy, and heart began to race uncontrollably.

Cooper Sanderson: I just don’t understand how our government can justify a 40 billion dollar southern border wall, a 700 billion dollar defense bill, and act as if we cannot afford to take care of our citizens by providing for them some sort of public health care plan. When President McStrump signs this repeal into law on Monday he’ll be essentially throwing 32 million people off of their health insurance.

Conservative Pundit: Sanderson, it is not the government’s role to provide healthcare to its citizens. It’s up to them to purchase it for themselves. Healthcare is a privilege earned through work, not a human a right guaranteed by our constitution! What do you think this country is? Some sort of socialist France?

Liberal Pundit: What about people with pre-existing conditions who are going to be disqualified? Are they supposed to just keel over and die? What about people who work jobs for employers who refuse to provide them with healthcare? I think you're being pretty hardhearted and cruel!

Conservative Pundit: Perhaps they should seek different employment and take some personal responsibility for their lives and their health!

Cooper Sanderson: I’m sorry, I have to interrupt, this administration ran and on repeal and replace and all we’ve gotten is repeal. It sounds to me like the President is going back on his word if you ask me.

The power to the television cut out suddenly which caused Sato to turn his attention to the left of the room. Ivan Stricker stood there holding the power cable to the flat screen in his hand twirling it around with a smirk on his face shaking his head at Sato disapprovingly. He could tell that Sato was starting to freak out and that he needed to shake him out of it before he lost his mind to self-inflicted terror.

Ivan Stricker: I thought I said no more News? You need to relax and stop worrying about the things you can’t control or change. You’re just going to drive yourself insane, and you’re supposed to be resting so you can get back in the ring and fight.

Takuma Sato: I’m sorry Ivan, but I’m a little preoccupied with the fact that I’m probably going to end up owing this hospital thousands of dollars for all these tests they ran on me. I’ve got enough debt to worry about with my mother’s house, I can’t afford any more bills right now!

Ivan Stricker: Alright man, look I’m sorry I forced you to come, but you’ll pay off the medical bills in no time with the matches you’ve got lined up in the coming weeks. I heard through the grapevine that your next in line for a title shot for the Franchise championship.

Takuma Sato: Yeah? What happens next time I get hurt? What if I can’t compete anymore? Then what am I supposed to do?

Ivan Stricker: You bring up a valid point… if our government is going to provide some sort of universal healthcare plan that you and your fellow roster mates can use than we are going to have to force Mr. Mudcock to provide comprehensive health coverage for all the wrestlers on the roster including workers compensation for those of you who get hurt and can’t compete. It’s only right considering the hazards you all put yourselves through.

Takuma Sato: Hah! Good luck trying to get that old greedy bastard to pay for that!

Ivan Stricker: Hey this is how I make a living, I’m a negotiator. Just you wait and see! I’m going to walk into that locker room next Friday and get everyone on the roster together and on-board with this plan. If Mudcock doesn’t agree to meet our demands will strike and walk out!

Takuma Sato: You know that’s a great idea. If everyone refuses to wrestle, he’ll have to cancel the show, and that would lose him a shit ton of money.

Ivan Stricker: That’s the power of a union. Don’t worry man, before the week is over Rupert Mudcock will be bending over backward to meet our demands.

Sato smiled a little as the two sat in the room discussing Ivan’s plan to form Ultimate Wrestlings first Wrestlers Union. It was clear to Takuma that Ivan meant business and that relieved some of the stress Takuma was feeling over the whole situation. His only regret was that he wouldn’t be there in person to see the look on Mudcock’s face.

Ivan Stricker strolled into the locker room a half-hour before the start of Friday Night Clash inside the San Diego Coliseum dressed in a slick black suit, white shirt, and blue tie. Inside the locker room Kronin, Jeremiah, Vendredi, Couch, Abishag, O'Brien, and Andrew Storm were all gearing up and to get ready for the wrestling show. Ivan could feel the tension between the men in the room. Soon most of them would be entering the ring against one another and none wanted to acknowledge the other's existence until then.

Ivan Stricker: Gentlemen may I have your attention, please? Excuse me!

At first the fighters ignored Ivan, but eventually he grabbed their attention.

Ivan Stricker: Some of you may know me as Takuma Sato’s manager, but tonight I am here for another reason. As many of you know, Sato suffered a rib-cage injury last week, and as you may know, President McStrump signed into law the repeal of Obama Care two days ago.

Vastrix: What does that have to do with us, Stricker?

Abishag: I don’t need healthcare! The holy Chilean Blob heals me!

Dwight Couch: Shut up you nut bag! Some of us have families to think about!

Ivan Stricker: Quiet down and listen up! Without the Affordable Healthcare Act in place, Takuma now owes USC Hospital 8’000 dollars just for some pain medication and tests to make sure his ribs weren’t broken. Imagine what he would have had to pay if he had been seriously hurt! Imagine what any of you would have to pay if you were seriously injured, or worse yet if you were hurt so bad you were forced to retire. Who would pay your medical bills then? I doubt any of you are insurable for life insurance due to your professions, let alone healthcare!

Davey Boy O’Brien: Dae yah eejit’s no have universal health care coverage in the United States?

Brock Abishag: BuHahahaha! This is a country that is ruled by capitalist dogs you fool! What do you think?

Brock started laughing uncontrollably at the Scot as everyone stared at the big man laughing like a complete psychopath.

Kronin: McStrump revoked what safety nets this country had for healthcare coverage I’m afraid O’Brien. If we get hurt in that ring, it’s coming out of our own pockets, unless we can fly back to our homelands in Europe.

Ivan Stricker: Exactly, so the reason I’m here is that I want to help you organize to form a wrestler’s union. If you all band together and threaten not to go out there and wrestle tonight, Rupert will be forced to give in and agree to provide you all with some sort of employee healthcare plan. I’ve already spoken to Valora and she’s on-board even though her lawyer insisted she lay low. That’s how important this is!

The wrestlers looked at one another and nodded their heads in agreement. Reinhardt was the first to speak up for them. He seemed to have clout within the locker room and the respect of the rest of the male wrestlers.

Kronin: Alright Stricker, we're on-board. What’s the plan?

Ivan Stricker: Valora is waiting outside, we band together, and find Mudcock right now! He won’t be seeing this coming and he won’t have any other choice but to give in or cancel the show.

Vendredi: Alright we’re with you Stricker!

Reinhardt and Vendredi motioned to others to follow Stricker and they all exited the locker room together. They were shortly met by the Franchise Champion Valora Salins on their hunt for Rupert Mudcock. All of the backstage workers watched as the roster marched through the hallways confused as to what all the fuss was about. A few minutes later Mudcock was spotted talking with the M.O.X camera crew. Alongside him standing guard was his new bodyguard Walter Reagan. He was hired after Salinas’s brutal attack to protect the media mogul. Walter was a massive figure, six feet, eight inches tall, and well over 300 pounds. He wore outdated orange-tinted sunglasses, a light dull green military-style vest, camouflaged patterned shorts, and black military boots. He had a large brown beard and a military crew cut hairdo. Everything about him personified a no-nonsense kind of individual. Ivan and the roster fast approached and were met with a Reagan roadblock in their way to getting to Rupert.

Walter Reagan: WOAH THERE! WHERE THE SAM HILL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE ALL GOING!

Ivan Stricker: We’re all here to talk to Mr. Mudcock!

Kronin: We have something important to discuss with him that concerns each every one of us on this roster.

Rupert Mudcock: What is the meaning of this! Can’t you all see I’m trying to get everyone ready for this show! We’re about to go live in 15 minutes! You should be stretching or whatever is you all do before getting in the ring!

Kronin: We’ve all agreed not to wrestle tonight until you agree to provide health insurance!

Rupert Mudcock: What!? You’ve got to be kidding me! Do you know how much it would cost to insure you? There is no way I can do that! You all need to find your healthcare! I pay all of you more than enough damn it!

Ivan Stricker: Takuma Sato suffered a rib-cage injury last week and now owes thousand’s to USC hospital that he’s going to have to pay out of pocket! These men and women deserve some sort of coverage for putting the livelihood and their bodies on the line for your company Rupert!

Rupert Mudcock: Damn you Stricker! I always knew you were a damn communist! That’s why you’re such a terrible businessman! Don’t think I haven’t heard about all your dealings with the Russians! You keep this up and I’ll expose you to the world!

Ivan Stricker: Hah! See if anyone cares! I’m just some small-time wrestling manager anyway! You better play ball Mudcock if you want this show to happen tonight!

Rupert Mudcock: I’ll fire each every one of you if you don’t get your asses in that ring! Do you understand me!

Valora: Ooooh! Were so scared… Will just go wrestle for Riot Star Wrestling then.

Walter Reagan: YOU SHUT YOUR GOD DAMN SUCCUBUS MOUTH VALORA! YOU ARE NOT TO SPEAK OR COME WITHIN 100 YARDS OF MR. MUDCOCK! I SHOULD CALL THE POLICE NOW AND HAVE THEM ARREST YOU!

Valora: YEAH? GO AHEAD! I’M SURE THESE PEOPLE WILL LOVE TO JUST WATCH KRONIN AND VASTRIX FIGHT! I THINK THEY PAID FOR A TITLE DEFENSE INSIDE A CAGE IF I READ THE DAMN CARD RIGHT!

Ruper Mudcock: Alright enough already! Stricker, meet me in my office in an hour and will work something out! The rest of you finish suiting up and get your asses down to the ring for your matches!

A smile came over all the wrestlers, they knew they had come out on top against their billionaire media mogul boss. While the rest of the roster headed back to the locker room, Kronin stayed behind, making sure to shake Ivan’s hand and thank him for what he had done for them

The scene opens to a large crowd inside the San Diego Coliseum in front of a sold-out crowd. The cameras go live inside the venue just as “Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent begins to play over the speaker system. The cameras focus shifts from the pumped-up fans to the announcer team of the youthful move by move commentator Scott Slade and the geriatric color commentator Chris Rodgers at their announcer table.

Chris Rodgers: Hello Ultimate Wrestling fans and welcome to the second airing of Friday Night CLASH! We are coming to you streaming live on Squawker, MeTube.com, and broadcasting from America’s number one watched cable entertainment television and news channel in America, M.O.X baby!

Scott Slade: We got an insane card lined up for you tonight! Valora Salinas defends her Franchise championship title belt for the first time inside of a steel cage in our main event coming up toward the end of the hour!

Chris Rodgers: Not only that, but the beast of a man known as Brock Abishag takes on Dwight Couch and Baron Vendredi in a triple threat, no holds barred, pinfalls anywhere match!

Scott Slade: That’s just going to be carnage all over the place! Vendredi and Couch of course have been at each other’s throats since our wrestling organization first launched!

Chris Rodgers: That’s for damn sure Scotty! However, right now we’ve got our opening match that is about to start with two brand new superstars that have been added to our growing Ultimate Wrestling roster!

"Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty hits the sound system and the fans turn their attention to the stage as "The Scottish Terrier" Davey-Boy O'Brien walks out onto the stage below the Teletron screen. The fans give him a mixed reaction as Rich Relando steps into the ring with a microphone in his hand ready to announce the first competitor of the night. Rich as always is wearing his old fashioned all-white suit, a red handkerchief pocket square, and his signature white fedora hat.

Rich Relando: Making his way onto the stage from O'Groats, Caithness, Scotland, standing at five feet, nine inches, and weighing in at 194 pounds! HE IS THE SCOTTISH TERRIER! DAVEY! BOY! OOOOO’Brian!

Scott Slade: Excited to see what this young man can do, he had a very successful career overseas in U.K.W.F and is looking to make a name for himself here Stateside in the U.S.

Chris Rodgers: And there ain’t a better way to do that than right here in Ultimate Wrestling!

O’Brien makes his way down the ramp after slapping a few high fives with the fans before climbing up the steel steps and getting inside the ring. He then bounces off the ropes a few times loosening up while waiting for his opponent. Suddenly Davey Boy’s music cuts off and "Highway to the Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins starts to play. Andrew Storm walks onto the stage to a varied fan reaction as Rich introduces him to the for the first time.

Rich Relando: His opponent! From Miami Florida! Standing at six feet, eight inches! Weighing in 249 pounds! ANDREW STORM!

Chris Rodgers: Storm is a big man! He has the advantage reach wise and in height over Davey Boy! This is going to be a tough match for our Scottish friend!

Scott Slade: We’ll if there is one thing I’ve learned so far in Ultimate Wrestling is that you can’t judge a wrestler by his size!

Storm walks down the ramp ignoring the fans and then slides into the ring. O’Brien backs up into his corner while Storm showboats a little bit flexing his impressive physique. Referee Bob Sigro brings both fighters in and gives them a few words over what he expects during the fight and then signals for the bell to be rung. The bell sounds and the two wrestlers lock up in the center of the ring in a test of strength. The larger man Storm pushes O'Brien into the ropes and then bounces him off of them and tosses him into the lower-left corner turnbuckle of the ring. The big man then sprints at Davey-Boy but ends up getting a boot to the face before he can execute an attack. The kick knocks him back allowing O'Brien to run in and take Storm’s knees out from under him with a chop block from behind.

Scott Slade: Nice move from O'Brien!

Chris Rodgers: Smart! Take the big man’s legs out!

O'Brien continues to go to work on the legs of Storm with some fierce stomps on the back of his left knee. Davey then attempts to pick up Andrew, but Storm counters it with a punch to the gut, and then European uppercut’s Davey knocking the Scotsman back stumbling into the ropes. Storm sprints at him and goes for a clothesline, but O'Brien ducks down, and back body drops Storm over the top rope onto the floor causing the fans to erupt in cheers.

Scott Slade: What a heads up move by Obrien! Storm is reeling on the floor!

Chris Rodgers: A painful bump for Storm, I’d hate to be him right now.

Scott Slade: Wait what’s O'Brien doing now?

As Storm gets to his feet and tries to get back in the ring, Davey runs, bounces off the ropes, and sprints toward the side of the ring where Storm is trying to enter. He nails Storm with a devastating baseball slide kick that sends the big man into the guard-railing hard. The fans erupt and begin to chant “Davey Boy” in response.

Chris Rodgers: Ohh! Massive baseball slide! This little shrimps got a killer instinct! Why is it that the smaller wrestlers are always the smartest?

Storm slumps to the ground as the fans in the front rows pat him on the back trying to get him back to his feet. O'Brien gets out of the ring, picks Storm up, and tosses him back in the ring before hopping up onto the ring apron. The little Scot moves up onto the top rope and springboards off it and onto Storm with a huge splash.

Scott Slade: Oh what a maneuver! A cover! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT BY STORM!

Chris Rodgers: Storm barely got his shoulder up! I don’t think he knows where is right now! He’s just running on fumes!

Scott Slade: O'Brien picks up Storm again this time onto his shoulders. Just look at the strength in this little chap!

Chris Rodgers: What the hell is he doing now?

Scott Slade: He’s spinning Storm around like helicopter! I think they call this airplane spin!

Davey spins like a top for what seems like a full minute and then plants Storm on his feet. They both wobble around a bit until O'Brien regains his sense of balance and then sprints at the ropes. Davey bounces off of the ropes and then torpedoes Storm right in the jaw with a massive flying head butt knocking Andrew completely unconscious.

Scott Slade: Oh my god!

Chris Rodgers: I think Storm’s teeth just landed in those kids popcorn in the first row! What on earth was that!

Scott Slade: O'Brien with a huge flying head-butt and both men are on the mat not moving!

The fans start a Davey Boy chant and begin to stomp their feet to will O'Brien back into the match. The Scotsman starts to move and crawls onto Storm for another cover.

Scott Slade: This could be it! ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s over!

Chris Rodgers: Well if I we’re a betting man, I’d be poor as dirt. What a let down from Storm, but what a fantastic start to Davey Boy O'Brien’s career here at Ultimate Wrestling!

The referee lifts O'Brien’s hand in the air and points at him signifying him the winner of the match. He then stumbles toward the ropes, and slides out of the ring as "Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty plays over the sound system inside the coliseum.

Scott Slade: Fan’s we’ve got to take a small commercial break, but when we come back we’ve got more action lined up for ya!

As the live feed comes back from commercial break the cameras are focused on the stage. “Come with me now” by the Kongo’s starts to play over the speaker system much to the excitement of the crowd. The fans let out a positive roar, as D.C. walks out onto the stage looking rather healthy for the first time since he was injured by Baron Vendredi back at the start of the season at the Tournament of Fortune.

Rich Relando: Entering the ring at this moment, all the way from the great state of Kentucky! Weighing in at 225 pounds, and standing at a height of six feet, three inches! The Legend! DWIGHT COUCH!

Chris Rodgers: Well I had a chance to talk to D.C. this week and he stated his shoulder is 100% again for the first time since signing his contract with Ultimate Wrestling.

Scott Slade: Well that’s great news because he is going to need to be at 100% to win this very difficult and dangerous match.

Dwight climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring. He then starts to loosen up and stretch while waiting for his opponents. He can’t wait to get his hands on Baron Vendredi for what happened last week at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles. As Dwight adjusts his red elbow pads the cameras switch back to the stage, as “All Along the Watchtower” by Jimi Hendrix begins to play over the sound system’s speakers. Smoke fills the stage and as it dissipates Vendredi appears before the viewers at home and the people in attendance.

Rich Relando: Born and raised in New Orleans! Our next competitor hails currently from the city of Detroit! Standing a massive six feet, six inches and weighing in at an astounding 285 pounds! THE MYSTERIOUS BARON VENDREDI!

The fans give Vendredi a decent reception as he sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring and immediately goes after Dwight. The two begin exchange hard left’s and right’s igniting the crowd in an uproar.

Chris Rodgers: Oh my! These two aren’t waiting around for Abishag! They want to tear each other apart right now!

Scott Slade: We’ve got a war on our hands!

Suddenly “Amazing Grace” by the Dropkick Murphey’s interrupts the battle in the ring and starts to play from the sound system in the arena. The cameras cut from the fight in the ring to the main stage as Brock Abishag walks out onto the metal structure. Rich Relando at this point has gotten out of the ring, but still takes the time to professionally introduce Abishag.

Rich Relando: Making his way down the ramp now! Hailing from Toad River, British Columbia, Canada! He stands at an incredible six feet, seven inches, and weighs in at a massive 280 pounds! HE IS BROCK ABISHAG!

Abishag makes his way down the ramp, through the aisle, and over to the steel steps while simultaneously ignoring the Californians around him. Abishag seems different than the last time we saw him wrestle. There is an air of confidence and determination in his face and body language. The big man climbs up the steel steps, high steps over the top rope, and wastes no time at all going to work on both his opponents. He immediately begins clubbing both men at the back of their heads and necks before whipping them out of the ring one after the other.

Scott Slade: Brock Abishag demolished R.J. Kidd last week and here he is already tossing Vendredi and Couch around like they're nothing!

Chris Rodgers: I told you Slade! Abishag is the only real man on this roster! He’s going tear these two buffoons apart!

Abishag steps over the top rope and jumps off of the ring canvas onto the floor. He then pushes the bellman out of his chair and folds it up preparing to use it as a weapon. The fan's excitement grows with the anticipation of the violence that is about to take place. Abishag springs forward and cracks Vendredi over the head busting his forehead open as he was trying to get up off the floor. Dwight Couch attempts to come at Abishag while his back is turned, but Abishag turns around and hits Couch so hard the steel chair breaks apart. Couch collapses to the floor with part of the chair wrapped around his neck. Both of Abishag’s opponent’s lye on the floor bleeding from their skulls while simultaneous breathing erratically.

Chris Rodgers: Good Christ all mighty that was some sight!

Scott Slade: This man is ruthless! Vendredi and Couch look seriously hurt!

Abishag begins to yell out loud to the crowd about the glorious savior that is the Great Chilean Blob, spreading the gospel of the one true God. The fans look at him confused and a few people back away from him as he raves and rants about their false Gods like a crazed lunatic. He then grabs referee Bob Sigro by his shirt and throws him on the ground and screams at him to make the count. He then drops down to his knees and covers both men with his large torso.

Scott Slade: He’s covering both his opponents?

Chris Rodgers: What can you say! The man is thorough!

Scott Slade: ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s over! Couch and Vendredi never had a chance!

Chris Rodgers: 2 and 0 baby! Who's next to get in this man’s way! It’s only a matter of time before his Champion!

Scott Slade: Fans we have to cut for a commercial break again, but when we come back I promise you that will be in store for a very competitive match! It’s main event Franchise Championship Title time! Don’t touch that remote!

Away from the cameras, fans, and all the action sits Rupert Mudcock in his extravagant temporary office. The obese media mogul sits on an expensive leather chair sipping on a glass of Pappy Van Winkle family reserved Bourbon aged 23 years. In his other hand is large Cuban cigar lit and filling the room with carcinogens. His new bodyguard Walter Reagan stands next to his desk with his arms folded and a stern look on his face.

Rupert Mudcock: You understand what has to happen?

Walter Reagan: It will be an honor sir, and may I just say sir, I’ve always been a fan of your work and your career. I’ve followed it very closely and you’re a true inspiration to all entrepreneurs all over this great country of ours.

Rupert Mudcock: Shhhh! I hear footsteps, he’s coming.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door and Ivan Stricker steps inside the room letting out a small cough from the repugnant stench of cigar smoke and soiled adult diaper filling his lungs. He turns around, but then realizes this is his only chance to try to make this happen for the wrestlers depending on him.

Rupert Mudcock: Mr. Stricker, come in please and have a seat, let us discuss your terms.

Ivan sits in the chair and looks up at Walter who is staring down at him with a nasty look on his face. It’s clear that Walter despises Ivan and his heavy breathing only makes Ivan more uncomfortable as he begins to speak.

Ivan Stricker: Well as you know Mr. Mudcock, our new President and our elected officials have repealed the Affordable Healthcare Act, which has essentially left your wrestlers without any health insurance. We demand that you provide them with a healthcare plan and worker’s compensation if injured in the ring.

Rupert Mudcock: Oh I see, so because President McStrump does the right thing and cut’s this unconstitutional communist health care plan that was bankrupting this country, I now have to provide healthcare for these fighters? I didn’t force them to fight for me! They chose this career path! Why should I have to provide them with anything other than a check at the end of the week?

Ivan Stricker: These men and women put their livelihood, their bodies, and the future of their families on the line every time they step in the ring so that you can make a profit Mr. Mudcock! The least you could do is protect them. Think of it as an investment to protect the talent in your federation.

Rupert Mudcock: Oh please! There just looking for a hand out just like everyone else! Are you even employed Mr. Stricker?

Ivan Stricker: What?

Rupert Mudcock: Are you employed, sir? Do you have a job?

Ivan Stricker: I’m a manager damn it! I manage Takuma Sato!

Rupert Mudcock: Then why don’t you provide him with a healthcare plan! Now, why don’t you get the fuck out of my office you communist asshole! WALTER!

Walter Reagan instantly grabs Ivan by the throat and begins strangling him relentlessly as Rupert continues to shout at him, almost scolding him like a child in the process. Ivan gasps for air completely caught off guard by the whole situation.

Rupert Mudcock: I built this media company from the ground up starting when I was just a young man. Do you think anyone provided me with any handouts? No! I did this all myself! People like you disgust me Stricker! You should be dropped in a gulag somewhere in Russia and be forced to eat mush for the rest of your life! Your kind is destroying the fabric of our nation!

The confrontation turns even more violent as Mudcocks new bodyguard picks Ivan up out of the chair and throws him against a bookcase up against the right wall of the room. Some books fall on Ivan as he collapses to the floor. Walter Reagan then runs over and begins kicking and stomping on Stricker breaking his nose, his jaw, and knocking a few teeth out in the process. The beating goes on for at least a good five whole minutes until Ivan is left a bloody pulp completely unconscious.

Rupert Mudcock: Take him out to the back of the coliseum and dump his ass in an alley! Make sure no one sees you in the process! I don’t want this being traced back to me.

Walter Reagan: No problem sir!

Rupert Mudcock: That’s what I like to hear!

Walter Reagan: Thank you, sir!

The massive Walter picks Ivan and throws his limp body up over his shoulder and begins to carry him toward the door. Blood from Strickers face drips all over the floor as Walter carries him out of the room. Rupert spots the blood and quickly pulls out his smartphone and dials a number.

Rupert Mudcock: Yes, Mr. Wolf. I have a job for you. Yes, I need a massive clean up. No, not a murder, just someone that needed to taught his place in life. Yes, I’ll forward you the directions! Thank you, sir, you’re the very best at what you do.

Rupert ends the call and goes back to enjoying his bourbon and cigar while leaning back in his chair. He looks incredibly satisfied with himself after having had such a difficult time the previous week with Valora Salinas. Things were finally starting to go his way, almost as if some curse had been lifted from him, his fortune seemed to be turning around for the better.

The feed comes back live from a commercial break as Ultimate Wrestling stage workers labor tirelessly to erect the steel cage for tonight’s main event that is just minutes away from taking place. There is powerful energy inside the arena being given off by the fans who are growing in excitement as the steel cage is finally finished and secured around the ring.

Rich Relando: Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight we have the privilege of witnessing one of America’s most dangerous matches in all of wrestling history! Tonight! Valora Salinas! The Franchise Champion! Defends her crown against the German Suplex Machine Kronin Reinhardt and the self-proclaimed God’s Gift to Women, Jeremiah Vastrix! So without further delay! America! Are you ready!

The fans let out a fanatical roar in response to Rich Relando revving them up.

Rich Relando: California are you ready!

The fans once again roar even louder this time around.

Rich Relando: LET’S GET READY TO RUUUUMMMMMMBBBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEE!

“Ich Will” by Rammstein starts to play and Kronin walks out onto the stage with his right fist held high up in the air. Kronin’s stride is a confident one as he slaps a few high fives with the fans in the aisle way. He then walks over to the steel cage door and gets inside the ring. Kronin looks determined to put in a good performance tonight and his focus appears razor sharp.

Scott Slade: Well Kronin has fought both Valora and Jeremiah multiple times in his wrestling career and has come out on top and he has to be thinking tonight is no different Chris.*

Chris Rodgers: If anyone is going to beat that hellspawn of a woman it’s this man!

Rich Relando: From Berlin, Germany. Weighing in at an impressive 275 pounds, and standing tall at six feet, six inches! KRONIN REINHARD!

*The cameras then cut back to the stage as “Down Low” by R Kelly starts to play on the sound system. Jeremiah Vastrix walks out onto the stage and then stops gyrating his hips and humping the air slowly and erotically. The fans give him a mixed response as he struts down the ramp in his white mask, black leather jacket, white t-shirt, and black leather wrestling pants.

Rich Relando: Making his way to the ring! Standing at six feet, two inches, and weighing in at 245 pounds! He is the self-proclaimed God-given gift to women all around the world! JEREMIAH VASTRIX!*

Vastrix gets to the cage door and enters the ring. His glowing cybernetic eye taking an analysis of the steel cage and the bio-metric readings coming off of Reinhardt’s body. The two stare at each other sizing one another up as they wait for the champion to enter the confines of the cage. It’s clear neither man likes one another overly much but they have a respect for one another’s abilities.

Chris Rodgers: Look at that freak with that damn gadget in his skull! How is that thing even legal?

Scott Slade: Beats me Chris, maybe you should bring it up with Mr. Mudcock.

Chris Rodgers: I may just do that Chris!

Vastrix’s music is cut off and the fans begin to cheer as “Bring IT” by Trapt hits the sound system and Valora Salinas walks out onto the stage holding the Franchise title over her head. The fans chant her name in a frenzy as she takes the time to slap high fives with the fans on her way down the aisle to the ring.

Rich Relando: Making her way out onto the stage now! Hailing from Los Angeles California! Weighing in at 155 pounds and standing at five feet, nine inches! SHE IS THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING FRANCHISE CHAMPION! VALORA SALINAS!

Chris Rodgers: I can’t believe she hasn’t been suspended for what she did to Mr. Mudcock! That woman is an embarrassment to this company!

Scott Slade: I heard there’s a lawsuit in the works, but for now Valora’s lawyer has worked out a way for her to continue to defend the Franchise title. Although there are stipulations to how close she can get to Rupert.

Chris Rodgers: Yeah Scott, it’s called a restraining order…

Valora hands her Franchise championship belt over to the referee and then enters the ring and the door is locked behind her. The three fighters then begin to circle one another as the bell sounds signaling the start of the match.

Scott Slade: Alright! Here we go! Remember fans you can win this match four different ways! You can do it by pinfall, submission, exiting through the door, or climbing over the top and down to the arena floor!

Chris Rodgers: This one has all the makings of a classic and I smell a new champion in the air.

Scott Slade: Well I know one fat bald billionaire who hopes so, I’m pretty sure that’s why he arranged this match so shortly after Valora was crowned champion! Normally people would have to pay for a pay per view event to see a match like this!

Chris Rodgers: More reasons to switch the channel from Riot Star Wrestling to us!

Valora yells over at Kronin and points to her eye and then back at Jeremiah. Kronin nods at Valora and then they both fly at Vastrix and attempt to clobber him with a double clothesline that he ducks underneath. Jeremiah turns around on a dime and is ready for both of his competitors and begins hitting them one after another with rights and lefts until Valora kicks him in the gut to halt his offensive attack. Kronin takes the opportunity to grab Vastrix by the midsection of his body and gut-wrench powerbombs him onto the canvas. Valora then bounces off of the ropes and drops a leg drop over the throat of her masked opponent. She then gets up and together with Kronin’s help they double suplex him together into the center of the ring.

Chris Rodgers: What the hell is going on here! This isn’t a two on one handicap match!

Scott Slade: It looks like Valora and Kronin have a plan to combat Jeremiah’s strange cybernetic eye and that’s to gang upon him.

Valora jumps on Vastrix and then begins to pummel his right cybernetic eye with her bare fist in an attempt to damage it, but Jeremiah's mask absorbs most of the force of her strikes. Kronin watches Valora beat on Jeremiah for a while tiring herself out and then sneaks up behind her and locks in a sleeper hold on the Latina warrior. The fans begin to boo due to Kronin turning his point of attack on Valora, but he ignores them putting the pressure on tight. Referee Big Sigro checks to see if Valora is conscious as her movements slow. Suddenly Vastrix sits up and punches Kronin straight in the face forcing him to break the hold and stumble backward holding his face in pain. Valora collapses to the mat as Vastrix struggles back onto his feet and flips back his long black hair.

Scott Slade: Jeremiah back in this fight!

Chris Rodgers: Well we know he can take a good beating, now let’s see if he’s capable of dishing one out. I’ve yet to be impressed by this perverted masked freak!

Vastrix rushes towards Kronin and hits him with a dropkick that sends the big German into the ropes and causes his head to whack the steel cage. Kronin falls to the mat rolling around holding his head writhing in pain. Valora once again is back on her feet after catching her breath and runs, jumps, and grabs hold of Vastrix from behind locking him into a sleeper hold of her own, but her short stature doesn’t give her any leverage due to her feet being off the ground, which Vastrix grabs her by her neck and snap slams her onto the ring mat.

Scott Slade: Oooh what a slam! Valora physically always at disadvantage due to her weight and height! However that’s never stopped her before, and I doubt it will stop her now!

Chris Rodgers: It’s all cheating and luck and her lucks run out tonight! You can take that to the bank Scotty!

Vastrix takes out his frustration on Valora by stomping on her midsections while Kronin is getting back to his feet. Jeremiah then turns around and full nelson bulldog slams Reinhardt face-first into the ring canvas. Vastrix jumps back to his feet instantly and begins gyrating his hips and sexually moving his groin. The fans erupt into a flurry of boo’s before starting to chant “Pervert” at him.

Chris Rodgers: What’s that idiot doing! He’s wasting time! Get to the door! Get to the damn door!

With both fighters on the mat, Jeremiah walks toward the door, and the second referee outside the ring begins to unlock the chain on the door. Just as he is almost finished, Valora gets to her knees and then on all fours, moves toward Vastrix in the corner of the ring, and nails him with a low blow from behind his back. Vastrix lets out a horrendous groan as he keels over into the turnbuckle of the ring.

Chris Rodgers: Damn that woman! She’s cheating again!

Scott Slade: I’m afraid anything goes inside the steel cage Chris!

Chris Rodgers: This woman is a nightmare! She’s always taking groin shots! Poor Rupert told me head had sit on a bag of frozen peas for two days to get the swelling to go down between his legs!

Scott Slade: Sounds like he got his ball’s busted Chris!

Valora grabs Jeremiah by his long black hair and begins to beat his skull into the steel cage as hard and as fast as she can. The third impact cracks and splinters Jeremiah’s white mask, the fifth shatters it causing it crumbles to the mat, the 8th bust’s his forehead open and leaves him a bloody mess. She then double arm hooks him and suplexes him into the center of the ring sprinkling it with his blood like an artist does an abstract painting.

Scott Slade: My god that was brutal! Valora has come unhinged!

Chris Rodgers: She belongs in an insane asylum.

Kronin at this point has gotten to his feet and has been watching Valora go berserk on Vastrix. He takes this opportunity again to strike at her by grabbing her from behind wrapping his arms around her midsection while she is stomping on Vastrix. Salinas struggles to get free of Kronin’s grip throwing elbows wildly, but she is unable to get loose and suffers a sequence of 4 suplexes, the last resulting in a pin.

Scott Slade: Kronin with a chance to win this! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT VALORA!

Chris Rodgers: Damn it all to hell!

Kronin isn’t shocked by Valora’s kick out like the fans and the announcers are. He wastes no time getting back to his feet and then picks up the dazed Valora again and plants her head between his legs setting her up for his “Metal Meltdown” powerbomb. He successfully lifts her up into the air and onto his shoulders, but Valora wraps her legs around his neck and head and hurricanrana’s Kronin headfirst into the wrestling mat igniting the Californian fans into a frenzy of cheers. Valora lays on the mat breathing heavily with her black hair covering her face only moving when letting out oxygen from her lungs.

Scott Slade: Valora is running on instinct alone right now! What a match! Kronin was caught off guard big time right there.

Chris Rodgers: I just don’t understand where this woman finds the motivation and the will to do the things that she does!

Scott Slade: Maybes it’s all that white privilege you’re accustomed too, you’re mind just can’t conceive it.

Chris Rodgers: Watch your mouth you dumb millennial or I’ll take your iPhone away from you and flush it down the toilet.

Scott Slade: What’s wrong with you?

All three fighters are on the mat and Vastrix looks as if he is losing an immense amount of blood from multiple cuts on his forehead. Valora struggles back to her feet before walking over to the turnbuckle, and climbing up it. The fans excitement increases as they see their favorite star athlete making her way up the cage toward a possible victory.

Chris Rodgers: Somebody has to stop her! She going to get out!*

Vastrix’s cybernetic eye begins to glow bright hot and electrically shocks Jeremiah back into consciousness. Suddenly information begins flooding Jeremiah’s brain and he sees that he is seconds away from being unable to stop Valora from climbing out and winning the match. Vastrix digs down deep, even with his brain on fire, and gets back to his feet before stumbling over to the corner of the ring where Valora started her ascension.

Chris Rodgers: That’s it! Get after her you pervert!

Scott Slade: Good God I wish you knew how awful that sounded…

Vastrix uses his eye to calculate the distance and then jumps up to the top turnbuckle, springboards off of the top ring ropes, and grabs Valora by her right ankle yanking her down from the cage with all his weight and strength. The two of them crash to the ring mat hard, with vastrix landing awkwardly on his left shoulder and Valora twisting her right ankle in the fall.

Chris Rodgers: Yes! We still have a chance to see a new champion here tonight!

Kronin at this point has recovered and seizes another opportunity as he begins stomping on Valora’s injured ankle relentlessly. Valora screams in pain as Kronin grabs her by both of her ankles and pulls her more toward the center of the ring before locking her into a figure four leg lock. Valora frantically thrashes about in pain trying not to give up as the referee inside the cage moves in to keep an eye on her shoulders and to ask her if she's ready to submit.

Chris Rodgers: Give up! Come on give up!

Scott Slade: Valora has to find a way to dig down deep and reverse this because she’s too far away from the ropes!

Vastrix gets to his feet and is holding his right shoulder that looks to have been dislocated from the fall earlier. It’s strangely hanging from the socket and looks to be unusable for anything physical. However, the cyborg doesn’t give up. He walks up and jumps into the air, stomping down on both of his opponent's legs wrapped up in the figure four. The hold is broken and both Kronin and Valora feel the effects of the vicious stomp.

Chris Rodgers: No you idiot! She was just about to tap out!

Scott Slade: Vastrix is holding his arm and it looks like it may have been broken or dislocated in that fall from pulling Valora down earlier, but he isn’t giving up!

Jeremiah continues his assault on Kronin with Savate kick straight to his head sprawling back onto the mat and onto his back. He then turns around to turn his attention to Valora who has gotten back to her feet but is gingerly walking on her twisted ankle. Vastrix moves in like a lion hunting a wounded gazelle, but he pays for his overconfidence as Valora uses her good foot for support and superkicks Vastrix straight in the jaw knocking him out cold with her bum foot. The blow drops him to the mat with the whiplash effect of a high-speed car wreck. The fans roar as Valora lets out a fierce battle cry with her fists clenched as she pounds her chest.

Scott Slade: Vastrix is finished! He couldn’t have blocked that kick with one good arm if he’d seen it coming!

Chris Rodgers: Get up you dumb German bastard! You’re our only hope!

Valora dives onto Vastrix and tries to go for a pin, but Kronin dives over to them and breaks up the cover just before the three counts is completed. Both Kronin and Valora roll off of Vastrix breathing heavily. They both get up at the same time and Kronin moves in quick with a kick to the gut, but Valora grabs his foot, and then hits him with an enzuiguri kick to the back of the head dropping Reinhardt dead on his feet.

Scott Slade: Oh my! Valora giving it everything she has to retain the Franchise Title!

Chris Rodgers: She’s crawling toward the door! Someone do something!

Valora digs down deep and makes her way to the cage door on her hands and knees. The referee on the outside of the cage unlocks the cage door and opens it. It’s not a few seconds later that Valora slides herself out of the cage and onto the steel steps slumping over them onto the floor.

Scott Slade: She’s done it! Valora has retained the Ultimate Wrestling Franchise Championship! Incredible!

Chris Rodgers: No! No! No! Not again!

The bellman sounds the bell signifying the end of the match as Valora lay’s on the floor smiling to herself. Referee Bob Sigro helps her up off the floor and hands her the Franchise Title which she asserts onto her shoulder and then raises her fist high in the air. The fans roar and begin chanting Valora which brings a tear to the hardcore icons right eye.

Scott Slade: Fans we are sadly out of time once again! Tune in next week for another edition of Friday Night Clash!

It’s been hours since Friday Night Clash episode two came to an end and Kronin is making his way out of the coliseum through the back entrance to avoid the media and fans. He is joined by his twin sister, Kara, and his fiancée Lilly who seem concerned with his condition. Lilly is attempting to hold an ice pack on the back of Kronin’s skull, but the fighter does not seem receptive!

Kronin: I am fine Lilly! I would tell you if I needed medical treatment okay!

Lilly: Kronin please, I’m just trying to help. I know you mad about losing to Valora, but you can’t neglect the fact that she rocked you good with that kick toward the end of the match.

Kara: Stop being so proud brother and let the women in your life do what’s best.

Kronin sighed heavily and agreed knowing full well that this was battle he couldn’t win. As the three individuals pushed their way through the rear exit doors they’re shocked to find Ivan stricker lying in a pool of his blood unconscious. Lilly drops the ice pack and immediately begins examining Ivan.

Lilly: He’s alive, but his heartbeat isn’t very strong…he’s lost a lot of blood.

Kara: What the fuck happened to him?

Kronin: That bastard… he had no intention of negotiating anything…

Lilly: You mean Mudcock did this?

Kronin: We’ve all underestimated just how desperate he is to get his way. Come on help me carry him to our car, we need to get him to a hospital fast.

The scene ends with Kronin, Lilly, and Kara working together to load Ivan into the back on Kara’s Land Rover SUV.

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