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A Celebration of Arcadia

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Static covers the screen as a Play symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.

Agora is a bustling and vivid party, with music blaring and people dancing, drinking, and eating. There must be thousands that have made the journey here tonight for the Classic. As the crowd boisterously celebrates and merrily enjoy their evening, The Elders sit at a top table with goblets full of whine and plates topped with food. They too are enjoying the atmosphere.

Cronus stands up and taps a fork on his glass, quieting the crowd down before picking up a microphone.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, citizens of Arcadia, welcome to The Classic,” he says to roaring celebrations from the crowd. “Tonight, The Elders have asked a variety of fighters, wrestlers and brawlers to entertain you in a celebration of everything Arcadia.”

He looks at his fellow Elders and smiles.

“Drink, feast and be merry – for tomorrow is not promised.”

The crowd cheer.

Cronus turns his microphone off and takes a seat next to Hyperion. Alongside them, Crius, Atlas and Calypso also sit.

“When are you going to break the news?” Atlas asks with a keen eye focused on the crowd and a fake smile to boot.

“How does one tell Arcadia that their entire world is over?” Calypso wants to know.

Cronus remains steadfast. He takes a deep breath.

“Our decision to end Arcadia is the right one,” he commits. “There aren’t many of us elders left. Look at the young faces in the crowd, my friends. They need not understand the intricacies of our decision, but it must be made.”

“Are the army ready?” Crius questions with a fearful look.

Cronus shakes his head.

“That won’t be necessary,” he believes. “The people will understand. Have faith in them, Crius.”

As all four Elders wave, our show gets underway.

Welcome to The Classic.

The beginning of the end of Arcadia.

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Adrian Grimes and Wayne D. Mercer square off next in front of a thrilled crowd of fans and elders at The Classic!

Mercer charges at Grimes, catching him by surprise with a tackle that brings the Librarian down to the canvas!

Grimes manages to escape the grip of the Hick, however, popping back to his feet as he hits the ropes...only to get leveled with a clothesline by Mercer on the rebound!

Mercer goes to work on the Book Worm with some hard mounted punches to the face and body...before the ref has finally had enough, trying to get Mercer to ease up!

Wayne gets to his feet, only turning his focus away from Grimes to get into it with the ref with a verbal lashing...which comes to a halt when Grimes rolls him up!

ONE!

NO!

Mercer kicks out, and he looks furious that Grimes tried to get one over on him like this!

Wayne charges at the Librarian for another tackle out of anger, but this time Grimes manages to sidestep him...causing the Country Boy to crash against the turnbuckle!

The impact brings Mercer back to the center of the ring, where he turns arounds looking to nail Grimes with a discus right hand!

PITTER--NO!

Grimes dodges it, swinging at the Hick with a roundhouse kick that Mercer evades...but he doesn't evade the enziguri that follows!

TURN THE PAGE!

Seeing his opportunity, the Book Worm goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Mercer again kicks out, and Grimes is struggling to figure out how to keep him down!

The Hick rolls out of the ring, taking a breather on the outside...but Adrian hits the ropes for a dive through the ropes!

AND RIGHT INTO A MASSIVE FOREARM STRIKE BY MERCER!

The crowd roars as Grimes comes crashing to the floor...but Mercer isn't done yet as he brings the Librarian back to his feet.

Wayne starts pummeling away with some right hands before pulling Grimes toward the steel steps!

But it gets reverse, and the Country Boy goes hurdling toward the steps with a thud instead!

Mercer slowly gets back to his feet as the Book Worm steps onto the apron, rearing back for a kick to Wayne's skull!

NO!

Mercer grabs him by the boot, dropping Grimes onto the apron instead!

Adrian drops back to the floor once again, looking out of it as he slowly rises back to a vertical base...giving Mercer an opening to swing away with a discus right hand!

PITTER PATTER!

The crowd cheers on as Mercer brings the Librarian back into the ring, shouting him down all the while.

Mercer slides back in after him, stomping at Grimes until the ref starts to admonish him for excessive roughness.

This just gets the Hick all riled up, giving the ref an earful...which lets Grimes blindside him with a dropkick!

Adrian hits the ropes for speed, but gets intercepted with a tackle by Mercer...who follows up with a series of right hands!

The fans in attendance are loving the enthusiasm, showing their respect for the toughness of both men!

Grimes and Mercer get to their feet, each looking worse for wear...but it's the Hick who feels a rush of energy as he starts swinging on the Librarian!

Wayne gets a few good shots in, sending Adrian reeling toward the ropes...before landing a massive Brogue Kick to the roar of the crowd!

THE TOUGHEST KICK IN ARCADIA!

Mercer makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The crowd shows their respect for Wayne D. Mercer, who picks up a big win over Adrian Grimes here at The Classic!

WINNER: WAYNE D. MERCER
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Report The News

As the celebrations continue, Wally Goldenrod stands backstage with a crowd of women surrounding him. He’s all smiles and glee until the women walk away and he snarls, lighting up a cigarette.

“We need to talk,” a voice says, emanating from behind him. He turns around to see Angel, who steps out of the shadows.

“Hiding in the shadows like a pervert, son?” Wally says unimpressed. “With all that fancy girl make-up on your face. What could we possibly have to discuss?”

Angel folds his arms. He’s not impressed or amused by Goldenrod or his self-importance.

“Something criminal is afoot tonight. This event isn’t on the level, Mr. Goldenrod. You’re a former news reporter, aren’t you?” He asks knowing the answer. “Report.

Wally struts over to him and flicks his cigarette to the ground right by his feet, stamping it out.

“That’s right lady-boy, I’m the news reporter around these parts. In fact, I’m the best news anchor in the whole of Arcadia. Trust Wally Goldenrod when he tells you that there’s nothing seedy or illegal afoot here, except perhaps… you.”

Angel doesn’t like that but violence won’t get him on board. He instead appeals to his arrogance and ego.

“How’re you going to feel when the biggest story of your life passes you by?” The Hero asks him with a shrug, barging him shoulder to shoulder as he walks by. “Something isn’t right and I’ll get to the bottom of it, with or without your help.”

The Hero walks away, leaving Wally to scoff.

“Yeah, you walk away big shot...” he remarks with a shake of his head. “Wally Goldenrod has never fluffed his lines on the big story. Never!

Cut.

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Chaos Incarnate tonight meets at the Classic head to head with The Psychologist, as Eris takes on Walter Maslow. Will it be Chaos or calculated psychology to win on this night?

It is Eris who comes out of the gate swinging, charging across the ring at the Psychologist lashing out with nails bared like claws. Her strikes hit thin are as Maslow dodges out of the way, but he is caught by a BACK HEEL KICK THAT STAGGERS HIM!

JUST LIKE THAT, ERIS IS ON HIM, LEAPING AT MASLOW AND TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A LOU THEZ PRESS!

SHE BATTERS HIM WITH WILD STRIKES ABOUT THE DAMN HEAD!

Walter Maslow manages to kick her off him, rolling out of the way and bringing himself to his feet. Eris wastes no time coming back at him, but Maslow reverses the attack with an ELBOW STRIKE TO ERIS’S HEAD!

THE DAMSEL OF DISARRAY STAGGERS FORWARD, RIGHT INTO A FACEBUSTER!

Eris bounces off the mat, rebounding back onto her feet and dizzily wallowing about for a few seconds before THE PSYCHOLOGIST WRAPS HER UP!

NARCOLEPSY! THE SLEEPER SUPLEX IS LOCKED IN!

IS ERIS GOING TO PASS OUT?

Eris seems to teeter on the edge of consciousness, fading further and further before she finally managed to reach the ropes to break the hold. The pair are forced into a stalemate before they lock horns once again in the centre of the ring.

Eris stamps at the knee of Maslow, before whipping him into the turnbuckle. The Psychologist bounces off the steel…

BOOM! 

HAILING HAVOC! THE ATAXIA DROPS WALTER FLAT ON HIS BACK!

Eris hooks the leg for the pinfall…

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

WALTER MASLOW IS NOT DONE YET!

Eris hoists Maslow to his feet, dragging him back to the turnbuckle to continue her assault. She climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, drilling him with repeated strikes. The crowd count along with her as the punches hit home.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

But Maslow catches her mid strike and pushes her away, catching her in mid air.

SPINEBUSTER FROM THE PSYCHOLOGIST!

THE CROWD OOOH FROM THE IMPACT!

But Walter cannot follow up on his turning of the tables, as Eris rolls out of the ring. He climbs into the apron after her but thinks twice about following Eris to the chaos of the ringside area. She slowly pulls herself to her feet, but soon finds herself flat on her back again as MASLOW CATCHES HER WITH A DIVING DDT!

SKULL FIRST INTO THE AGORA FLOOR!

Walter Maslow wastes no time picking up Eris and rolling her back into the safety of the ring, before following suit. Again, he pulls her to her feet, grabbing her by the leg.

BUT OUT OF NOWHERE, ERIS WHIPS AROUND INTO A DRAGON WHIP!

TWIRLING TURMOIL!

WALTER MASLOW IS DOWN AGAIN AND CHAOS INCARNATE RISES WITH A SADISTIC SMILE ON HER FACE!

Eris grabs Maslow by the wrist, pulling his arms behind him. He seems out of it, dazed and confused but his eyes widen as Eris looks to lock in her patented hold and seal the deal.

CHAOS SNARE! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK CROSSFACE!

BUT MASLOW FIGHTS BACK, OUT OF INSTINCT… SHE CAN'T QUITE GET THE HOLD LOCKED IN AROUND HIS FACE!

THE PSYCHOLOGIST SLIPS OUT AND SCARPERS AWAY, PULLING HIMSELF TO HIS FEET!

Eris comes charging at him again but Maslow comes to meet him. The pair collide in the centre of the ring.

DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE AND BOTH ARE DOWN!

Slowly, they pull themselves back to their feet, each clawing and pulling at the other two gain the advantage.

BUT IT IS ERIS WHO GETS THE UPPER HAND!

SWINGING FISHERMAN NECKBREAKER! DROP OF DISCORD!

MASLOW LOOKS HURT, AND ERIS LOCKS IN HER CROSSFACE AGAIN!

THIS TIME SHE GETS THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK CROSSFACE LOCKED IN TIGHT!

CHAOS SNARE! MASLOW CAN'T TAKE IT!

HE TAPS OUT!

Walter Maslow taps out and Chaos Incarnate stands tall on this night. Eris defeats the Psychologist and Chaos rules!

WINNER: ERIS
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Body Language

In a backstage locker room area, Walter Maslow has been spending his time with those who need his help. He sits at a make-shift desk, taking on clientele for whatever credits they have on them at the time.

Certainly not a hack, he watches as Angel approaches with a wry smile.

“I was wondering if I’d see you again, young man,” Walter says, standing to shake his hand. They both take a seat at Maslow’s suggestion. “I have compiled quite the report for your perusal.”

He hands over a document that Angel looks through. Inside are pages with black and white photographs of each Elder sat at the top table.

“I have individually and collectively studied the body language of Cronus, Atlas, Calypso, Hyperion and Crius tonight,” he says proudly, lounging back in his chair with a smile. “You were right.”

I knew it!” Angel says defiantly. “Something is going on, isn’t it? This Classic is just a celebration. There’s an alternative motive.”

“Their body language says they’re hiding something,” Maslow confirms. “I’d be concerned about that. “Even atop that stage, their presence is hindered by a looming force that none of them can quite bear the weight of.”

Both men share a glance – a telling, if not worried glance.

“Look, young man, I’m not sure what’s afoot here but I’d suggest you keep your involvement to a minimum,” he offers sage wisdom as advice.

Angel stands up, folder in hand.

“We’re going to need help,” he says, completely ignoring the advice. “Thanks Doc.”

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It’s giant versus strong man as Vincent Hargrave squares off with Goliath Armstrong here at the Classic. 

The bell sounds and Hargrave rushes Goliath firing off rights and lefts at the jaw of the Mountain followed by a huge Rolling Elbow to the point of Goliath’s chin... 

Which only serves to wake a sleeping fucking giant who hollers in the face of the King of Sin.  The Giant grabs Vincent under a single arm and launches Hargrave eight feet into the air and thirteen feet across the ring with a Giant Fucking Biel! 

 With prolonged hang time, THE LION’S ROAR sends Vincent Hargrave’s carcass rolling into the corner at the opposite side of the ring as he lands with a massive *Crash*!  

As everyone in the market erupts in a massive fucking pop at the spectacle! 

The Giant stalks over to his now prone prey palms the head of Hargrave, and pulls the King of Sin to his feet by his own skull before being shoved into the corner by The Mountain.  

The Nemean Lion presses a massive finger to his lips shooshing the crowd as the noise and chatter in Agora grows to a dull roar when... 

*KA-FUCKING-RAK!* 

Goliath’s massive hand connects with the chest of Vincent Hargrave with the report of a shotgun blast as the crowd erupts and the sound echoes through the carnival atmosphere. As Hargrave drops to his knees clutching his chest. 

The Giant stays on top of things taking a step back before driving Big Goddamn Boot to face of the Kneeling Vincent Hargrave. 

IT’S ONE GIANT STEP ON THE FACE OF THE KING OF SIN! 

THE GIANT PUTS HIS FOOT ON THE CHEST OF HARGRAVE FOR A NONCHALANT COVER AND THE REFEREE MAKES THE COUNT! 

ONE! 

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TWO! 

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HARGRAVE SNATCHES THE FOOT OF GOLIATH OFF FROM HIS CHEST PULLING HIMSELF TO HIS FEET AND HITS A DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP DRAGGING THE BIG GIANT TO THE MAT! 

Hargrave muscles The Mountain back to his feet.  Wrapping his hand around the neck of The Nemean Lion and The King of Sin’s veins pop as he manages to lift the Monster Goliath off his feet into a Chokebreaker following it up with... 

*SMACK!* 

A Bicycle Kick to the Jaw of Armstrong... 

GLITZ AIN’T GLAMMOR! 

Levels the bigger man. 

VINCENT HARGRAVE DROPPS INTO THE COVER AS THE REF COUNTS... 

ONE! 

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TWO! 

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KICK-OUT WITH AUTHORITY AS GOLIATH SENDS HARGRAVE FLYING! 

The monstrous Mountain quickly gets back to his feet and rushes Vinny H as he attempts to get his feet under him Hitting a Giant Knee Lift to the rib cage of The King of Sin! 

Goliath lifts Hargrave onto his shoulder looking for a running Powerslam as Vinny H. wriggles around and produces a rag from his tights as the smell of chloroform wafts over the first five rows and Hargrave shoves the rag in the face of Goliath. 

SMELL THIS! 

VINCENT HARGRAVE HAS THAT RAG CLASPED OVER GOLIATH’S NOSE AND MOUTH FORCING HIM TO BREATH DEEP AS HE SLIPS OFF THE SHOULDER OF THE NEMEAN LION AND ONTO HIS FEET. 

VINNY H. HOLDS THAT RAG IN PLACE AS THE MOUNTAIN BEGINS TO CRUMBLE DROPPING TO ONE KNEE AS HIS ARMS GO LIMP AND THE REFEREE IS THERE TO CHECK THE ARM... 

REF LIFTS GOLIATH’S ARM... 

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IT FALLS BACK TO HIS SIDE! 

THE REF LIFTS THE BIG MAN’S ARM AGAIN... 

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GOLIATH MANAGES TO PUNCH VINCENT IN THE THROAT CAUSING HIM TO DROP THE RAG! 

Goliath stands back up setting up Hargrave for a Crucifix Powerbomb before driving Vincent Hargrave down to the canvas! 

GOLIATH ARMSTRONG JUST UNLOADED HIS BURDEN TO BEAR! 

INTO THE COVER AS THE REF COUNTS! 

ONE! 

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THREE! 

Goliath drops the strong man Hargrave in an epic dual of styles. 

WINNER: GOLIATH
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The Army

Upon the top table, The Elders continue their façade of celebrations, knowing that by the end of the night, they plan to announce the end of Arcadia. Crius returns to the table and takes his place, looking flustered.

“Where have you been?” Asks Cronus, curiously. His brow furrowed and his eyes wide.

“Assembling the army,” Crius replies sternly. This surprises Cronus, who’s face reddens with fury. He swallows his anger, but it bubbles beneath the surface.

“I told you that wouldn’t be necessary,” Cronus reminds him sternly.

“We’re calling for the end of the Arcadia,” He reminds his leader. “Do you not think these people will react to that poorly? There will be civil unrest, Cronus. You can’t expect even under your exceptional leadership that these people will willingly—”

Atlas interrupts.

“He has a point,” he agrees. “I’m part of the decision making process and even I can barely stomach the decision. These people will be afraid. They have every right to be afraid.”

Cronus muses on it for a moment. He must think about the reaction, but he doesn’t want to believe his people would riot. He wants to believe they’ll listen and understand. That isn’t human nature and the Elders know it.

Very well,” he reluctantly agrees to the addition of the army. “But I think you underestimate the people.”

“I hope you’re right,” Calypso says deeply. “I really do.”

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We have a breaking news story as Arcadia's favorite news anchor faces off against the perfect man. Can Good Old Wally do the impossible or is just another victim of the man who never misses?

The bell sounds as Whitman raises his arms, inviting Goldenrod to a test of strength. Wally thinks about it for a moment, coming in with his hands raised before trying to fake TK out with a poke to the eye. TK catches the hand before flipping Wally to the mat with a picture perfect arm drag.

Wally staggers to his feet into a second arm drag, and a third before TK leaps up with a dropkick. Wally manages to get out of the way but TK doesn't land on his back from the failure.

He lands on his feet, almost springing off to land that picture perfect dropkick right to the chin on the second attempt.

Wally staggers to his feet as TK delivers a second dropkick that sends him staggering over the ropes to the floor below. The Anchorman barely manages to get to his feet before TK flies over the ropes with a picture perfect Pescado, wiping Wally out on the floor. Whitman pulls Wally up but gets stunned with a hard slap to the face as Wally tries to throw Whitman into the nearby turnbuckle post but TK easily counters, nearly throwing Wally into them before changing trajectory at the last moment and throwing the Anchorman back into the ring.

TK rolls in after him but Wally was ready, delivering a few hard kicks to the prone TK before pulling him up to his feet, MAKE UP MAKE UP! A series of fast slaps to the face slightly stagger TK as Wally tries to throw him into the ropes but TK reverses.

Leapfrog, duck under, Whitman reverses a clothesline as he sends Wally into the ropes for a third time before grabbing him on the rebound.

EXCELLENCE! Fishermans Suplex out of nowhere as TK bridges back, the referee sliding down for the cover

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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WALLY JUST MANAGES TO GET THE SHOULDER UP!

TK pulls Wally up to his feet, showing him some real paintbrush slaps before leaping up with a picture perfect flipping dropkick to the jaw. Goldenrod crumples to the mat before TK leaps up to the top rope with ease, patiently waiting for the Anchorman to stagger up to his feet.

PINPOINT ACCURACY! A picture perfect Missile Dropkick right to the chin, that may well have knocked out Wally there as TK perfectly covers for the referee to count

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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THREE....

 

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NO! The Anchorman may not be a gifted wrestler but he's nothing if not tenacious.

TK doesn't fret, he simply stands up, brushing back his perfect golden hair before sizing up a groggy, seated Goldenrod as he rushes forward

But Wally suddenly collapses onto his face as TK trips over his prone body, stumbling headfirst into the turnbuckles.

The perfect man just made a mistake...but can The Anchorman capitalize?

TK stumbles out of the corner, holding his head as Wally rushes forward, nailing TK with a very rough clothesline. TK stumbles up into a second, then a third before staggering up

OVER TO YOU WALLY! Big ass Headbutt staggers TK but he slips out of a Suplex, rocking Wally with an uppercut before trying for a second helping of Excellence. REDROD! 

Wally counters with a hard kick to the dick before rolling TK up into a schoolboy. 

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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GOLDENROND HAS THE TIGHTS

 

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THREE!!!!

 

Breaking News, the Anchorman has done the impossible, broken the curse and beaten the perfect warrior. 

WINNER: WALLY GOLDENROD
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Friend or Foe?

Figaro trundles through the backstage area and into a hallway, heading towards the exit when suddenly the lights shatter above his head.

He immediately smirks, cigar smoke pluming into the air as the darkness envelops him. Instead of stopping for long, the big man exits the hall and bumps straight into Angel.

“These parlour tricks of yours are tiresome mi amigo,” he says with a sneer. The hero looks him up and down, folding his arms. “How long have you been on my case, huh?”

“This isn’t about you or I, or our longstanding war,” he assures him. “Your special ingredients notwithstanding, I came for your help.”

Figaro laughs heartily.

“My help, amigo?” He says in disbelief. “Years we’ve spent fighting, warring, and chasing one another’s ghosts. The last person you’d come to for help is me.”

Angel looks to the side, almost ashamed.

“And what’s to stop me ending my problem by ending you right now?” The Blade says threateningly.

Instead of being scared, Angel looks right.

There stands a monster in his own right – Goliath.

“That’s why I brought him,” he says with a smile. Goliath steps forward, going nose to nose and toe to toe with Figaro, who steps back eventually, smiling.

“You need to listen to what he has to say,” Goliath says pointing at Angel. “Tonight is not the night for squabbles.”

Figaro reluctantly nods.

“You have two minutes and then I’m heading to the ring,” he warns.

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Angelo Lanny Savage doesn't back down from anything! But is that a strength or a flaw as he stands across from one of Arcadia's most monstrous men?

The match is underway and Figaro locks up with Angelo! The Blade has the upper hand as he drops Savage with a brutal headbutt before forcing him up and forcing him into the turnbuckle! Figaro lays into him with punches and chops before whipping him across the ring and running for the stinger splash!

ANGELO LEAPFROGS OVER FIGARO! HE STUMBLES BACK AND GETS DROPPED BY A MASSIVE GERMAN SUPLEX!

The Madness plays to the crowd, riling them up before bouncing off the ropes and coming back with a powerful leg drop! He goes for the cover but Il Barbiero Assassino throws Savage off without a one count! Savage tries to kick Figaro as he rises but the big man catches the blow and throws Savage overhead with a massive suplex! Savage is dazed and Figaro lays a towel on his face!

AND FOLLOWS UP WITH A MIDDLE ROPE ELBOW DROP! THE HOT TOWEL!

Figaro lays for the pin!

ONE!

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TWO! -KICK OUT!

The Blade is quick to his feet but Angelo kips up and chops him right in the chest!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The crowd cheers as Savage chops Figaro over and over, finally hitting the ropes for a clothesline that Figaro takes to the chest! But the Blade is still standing and he nails Angelo with a massive belly-to-belly! Savage once again kips up to his feet only to receive a headbutt to the bridge of the nose! Savage stumbles away and wipes blood away from his mouth before looking at Figaro enraged!

HAYMAKER TO THE JAW! HE POWERS FIGARO UP AND THROWS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! EYES OF MADNESS!

The Blade stumbles out of the turnbuckle right back into Angelo's waiting arms! He yells with all his might!

AND PLANTS FIGARO WITH A RING SHAKING POWERSLAM!

"DIGGIT!"

King Madness ascends to the top turnbuckle, pointing into the air as he plays to the crowd! But as he turns around Figaro is already on him with a clubbing forearm to the back! La Lama Mortale scales the turnbuckle, forcing Angelo up! Macho Lanny fires off elbows but Figaro refuses to let go!

ODE TO RAZOR! AVALANCHE FALLAWAY SLAM!

Angelo lands in a massive heap and damn near bounces out of the ring! Meanwhile Figaro sits up and looks to continue his assault as he grabs Savage by the hair and peels him off of the mat, whipping him across the ring before catching him with a shoulder charge! Angelo is peeled back up and whipped for another shoulder charge but he slides between Figaro's legs!

AND HE CATCHES THE BLADE WITH AN AXE HANDLE TO THE SKULL!

Figaro turns around and catches a haymaker! The Blade fires back one of his own and both men begin trading blows! One after another haymakers fly when Figaro goes for a headbutt that rocks Savage! He follows up with a massive clothesline but Angelo catches it and nails him with a knee to the gut! He forces Figaro up and the crowd lets out a collective gasp!

AS THE MADNESS DROPS HIM WITH ANGELO'S SPIKE! JUMPING PILEDRIVER!

Angelo looks absolutely spent and Figaro is barely moving! But The Madness isn't content to end it here as he looks back at the turnbuckle! He lays a boot to Figaro for food measure and scales back to the top turnbuckle! He points both hands in the air and lets out one last battle cry!

"OH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

BFE! BIG FUCKING ELBOW! SAVAGE GOT ALL OF IT AS HE RAINS DOWN ON TOP OF FIGARO! HE HOOKS THE LEG!

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THREE!

The crowd cheers as Savage stands tall, drinking in the adoration for his victory over Figaro!

WINNER: ANGELO LANNY SAVAGE
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The Support of a Sicko

In a seedy room backstage, strobe lights flicker back and forth as women of all shapes and sizes are paraded around in their underwear, dancing and drinking. Vincent Hargraves sits in a corner, talking to someone in a black hooded jumper.

“We’ll need help tonight,” the person says, their voice deep but not immediately recognisable.

“It always amazes me that people like you come to people like me when the real down and dirty shit needs to be done,” Hargraves says with a hearty chuckle. “But then I suppose at your core, you’re a bit like me after all, eh?”

The hooded person says nothing at first. They debate their response, but it comes.

“You have a role in what’s coming up, but don’t over-exaggerate your importance. Men like you are necessary but that quickly changes,” the man warns him.

Vincent’s smile turns to a frown as he takes a sip of his champagne.

“You need to relax,” he suggests with a shrug. “Has anyone ever told you that? C’mon, gimmie a smile, kid.”

The person stands up abruptly.

“Don’t you worry, my people will be where they need to be, when you need them to be there,” he confirms, standing to meet him. “Or else I’m not necessary, am I?”

He smirks.

“And Vincent Hargraves wants to be necessary.”

The hooded figure nods and walks away.

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What do you get when a Ghost fights an Angel? Two of the premier high flying athletes face it off in the main event of the Classic in what is sure to be a fast paced thrill ride.

The bell barely rings before both competitors rush forward. Morrigan nails Angel with a hard enziguri, staggering him back but he slips out of the hurricanrana attempt, flipping her backwards with a Monkey Flip but she lands on her feet. Crow grabs him, delivering an armdrag that he flows through with one of his own before both competitors leap upwards.

DUAL DROPKICKS CANCEL THE OTHER OUT!

Both competitors land on their feet as the audience roar out in approval. Angel nods his head, extending a hand out to Crow who eyes it down for a moment

BEFORE ROUNDHOUSE KICKING ANGEL RIGHT IN THE HEAD!

Angel stumbles back groggy from the shot as Crow grabs him by the back, rushing to the ropes before spiking him right on the dome with an impactful Tornado DDT. Angel doesn't go down, instead stumbling through the ropes to the floor as he tries to get his bearings but the Bride won't let him

CROSSING OVER! FOSBURY FLOP RIGHT ONTO ANGEL'S HEAD! 

Crow lands right onto Angel, the Bride taking full control over this match as she quickly throws the Avenger back into the ring. She doesn't roll back in after him, instead climbing onto the apron before springboarding forward

SLINGSHOT SPLASH! That may well be it as Morrigan stays down for the cover, the referee sliding into position

 

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ANGEL GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

The Avenger stumbles to his feet into a flurry of blows from the Bride, a brutal leaping knee rocking him before she leaps off the ropes. THE SEANCE! Springboard Savate Kick leaves Angel glassy eyed as Crow follows up, leaping over his head

SPIKING HIM INTO THE MAT WITH A POISON-RANA!

Angel flops down face first on the mat, groggy and dazed as Morrigan quickly rushes to the ropes, leaping up to the top rope before diving off with a beautiful Frog Splash. That may well be it as the Bride hooks the leg for the cover, the referee sliding in for the cover

 

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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THR...

 

NO! ANGEL JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

The Bride calls for the end, pulling Angel up to his feet as she twists his right hand before leaping up to the top rope. She slowly walks hand in hand along the ropes before leaping off

DOWN THE...NO! Angel ducks the Diving Cutter, Crow rolling to her feet 

UNDERESTIMATED! BRUTAL V-TRIGGER OUT OF NOWHERE!

Almost desperation like move by Angel here as he stumbles on his feet, pulling the rocked Crow up before rocking her further with heavy strikes. A hard Snap Suplex sends her to the mat before Angel leaps to the ropes, springboarding off with a sternum crushing elbow. 

Angel pulls her up again, but a hard enziguri staggers him back. Crow rushes to the ropes, leaping off with a hurricanrana but the Avenger catches her in mid-air

PLANTING HER INTO THE MAT WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! Angel keeps her held down as the referee drops down for the pinfall

 

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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MORRIGAN JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Crow gets pulled to her feet, spun around as Angel drops her on the back of her head with a Snap Dragon. The Bride stumbles up right into another Underestimated V-Trigger before Angel sizes her up, looking for the end. Morrigan slowly stumbles up to her feet as Angel leaps up to the top rope, springboarding forward

CLIPPED WINGS! SPRINGBOARD STUNNNNAAAH!.....but Morrigan doesn't fall to the mat, she stumbles backwards into the ropes before crashing to the outside.

Angel curses his luck as he quickly rolls to the outside, trying to lift up the Bride but she's complete dead weight. He finally manages to roll her back into the ring but as he tries to drop down for the pinfall, she suddenly springs to life, rolling him up into a small package. Angel struggles underneath the pinfall as the referee counts

ONE

 

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TW.....

 

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ANGEL MANAGES TO KICK OUT!

Both competitors stumble to their feet, Angel ducking underneath a clothesline before trying to lock in that crossface chicken wing. Morrigan manages to escape the bodyscissors, rolling back Angel into another pinfall attempt

ONE

 

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KICK OUT!

UNDERESTIMATED! Angel nails a rising Morrigan with a brutal knee to the jaw. He may well have knocked her out cold then and there but he waits for her to stand once more before springboarding up and off the top rope

RIGHT INTO A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Morrigan kicks the Avenger right out of the air and that may well have been it...if she wasn't completely spent. Both competitors are down on the mat as the referee begins to count

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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THREE

 

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FOUR...

 

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FIVE....Both competitors slowly rise to their feet as they stare at one another for a moment before rushing forward. 

Superkick!

UNDERESTIMATED! UNDERESTIMATED! UNDERESTIMATED! Angel making sure Morrigan knows how dangerous he is with a flurry of V-Triggers. 

Angel spins her around, trying for that Snap Dragon once more but Morrigan slips out, THE SWEETEST EMBRACE! Brutal Reverse STO slams Angel into the mat as Morrigan pulls him up, trying to grab his hand once more but Angel suprises her with another V-Trigger before rushing to the other side of the ring. 

Angel springboards up to the top as Morrigan does the same.

And the pair leap off at one another

DOWN THE AISLE

CLIPPED WINGS

THE STUNNER HITS FLUSH as Morrigan crashes to the mat, Angel falling onto her for the pinfall as the referee begins to count

 

ONE

 

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TWO

 

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THREE!!!

The Avenging Angel picks up the big victory in the main event, overcoming a very game Bride to show evil why he shouldn't be trifled with. 

WINNER: ANGEL
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The End of Arcadia

As the crowd roar in celebration, the Elders get to their feet and applaud that amazing Main Event. Cronus is gifted a microphone and stands amongst his peers, demanding that the others come out to meet them.

“Please, competitors, come out and join us,” the leader of Arcadia asks.

Slowly but surely, every single competitor exits the backstage area setup in Agora and makes their way to the ring, surrounded by cheering audience members.

“Tonight, we wanted to celebrate Arcadia. This Classic was for you, the people of our great world. As many of you know, it’s our job as the Elders to guide this great world. We wanted a night to celebrate you, and this was our gift.”

The Arcadians cheer.

“BUT IT’S OVER!”

A voice from the crowd suddenly booms, interrupting Cronus. The Elders look to the crowd for who said it, finding it difficult.

Who said that?” Cronus asks desperately.

The crowd begin to disperse, showing a person in all black stood on a large table, with a microphone in hand.

“You people don’t get it, do you?” The person continues. “This whole night was a fucking fraud. These so called Elders don’t give a shit about you – they want to END ARCADIA!”

The gasp is audible. It comes from almost every collective area of Agora.

“Now hold on,” Cronus tries to calm things down. “This isn’t the way.”

“No?” The person asks. “Tell them I’m wrong then, Cronus. Tell them that you don’t plan to end the fucking world!”

Everyone turns their attention to Cronus, who’s red faced and ashamed. He wants to speak but nothing comes out. A stutter turns to silence as the protestor continues.

“These sons a bitches don’t give a shit about you. This whole night was to soften the blow that they’re going to end everything you know and love,” he reiterates. “Are you gonna stand for it? Are you gonna let them? If you stand idly by and do nothing, these so called Leaders will devise your end and there will be nothing you can do about it.”

Suddenly and abruptly, the crowd rises. The noise is rapturous.

Death to the Elders!” Shouts someone random from the crowd, at the nod of Vincent Hargraves.

The crowd begin storming in great number towards the top table, causing the Elders to flee. The army storm in and start attempting to defend the Elders. There’s mass hysteria with the crowd fighting each other and the army.

Angel is attacked by multiple assailants, only for Goliath to barge in and tackle two of them out of the way. The third produces a knife and is about to thrust it towards the Hero when Figaro boots him in the face.

They share a nod.

Vincent Hargraves meanwhile is watching from afar as his plants in the crowd attack other wrestlers.

Chaos reigns in Arcadia.

Utter fucking Chaos.

Cut

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The Real Horror is yet to come

In the present.

Hercules sits on a chair with his head in his hands, distraught. As his father sits opposite him with a look of nothing on his face, there’s a serious disconnect between them both.

The son stands up and begins pacing, his shackles restraining him from going far.

“No wonder you’ve always been terrified of me,” he says with disbelief.

Zeus stands up.

“I haven’t been the best father, but the story isn’t over,” he says demanding that Hercules takes a seat. He kicks the chair over, pointing at it. “Sit, boy,”

Obeying his father, Herc takes a seat on the chair.

“If you think anything I’ve told you about The Elders, the end of Arcadia or myself is bad, then you’ve not left room for more.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Hercules asks with disgust.

Zeus takes a seat and folds his arms, resting backwards.

“What happened that night was the beginning of a Civil War,” he admits honestly. “A Civil War that has all but been scrubbed from the annals of Arcadian history. People that are alive now who were alive then don’t talk about it. Those that couldn’t be trusted to bury it, are themselves buried.”

Hercules looks fucking disgusted.

“Keep that look of horror, son,” Zeus suggests with a knowing nod. “Hold onto that. What comes next is worse. The real horror is yet to come.”

Cut.