Ultimate Wrestling Season 2 - Ch. 11: Friday Night Clash 17! Part - 1

Just Outside of Washington D.C. June 4th, 2020
36 Hours Before Friday Night Clash 17

A large Kenworth semi-truck pulled into a considerable-sized lot of a large abandoned steel factory as the sun was setting. Driving the truck was Rebel of Society member Nikolia Bortnik who'd 48 hours ago had picked up Arex Metaxas in Toronto from the Russian agents Dasha Ivanova and Boris Drago. As the truck arrived closer to the front of the old factory, Nikolia brought the truck to a stop and then turned up the radio. A special ANN News alert had caught the sizeable rotund Rebel's attention and caused him to sit silently listening in the cab of his truck.

Radio: This is an ANN special report. Officials from the Chinese government report an outbreak of a mutated SARS virus infecting citizens in Wuhan, China. President Xi Jinping has ordered a mandatory quartine of the entire region. On the ground level, police have been boarding and welding people up in their own homes suspected of having the virus. Emergency centers inside hospitals are at maximum capacity, and doctors and nurses are working round the clock to keep those infected from dying. As of today, the People's Republic of China has reported over a dozen confirmed deaths.

Nikolia: Jesus...

Radio: The PRC believes that the virus originated from a seafood market. The World Health Organization is watching the situation closely and has stated that if the virus continues to spread at a high transmission rate, they may have to declare a global health emergency. Fears of a possible worldwide pandemic are beginning to sweep the globe as...

Nikolia switched off the radio and let out a big sigh before mumbling that "this was all the world needed right now." He opened the driver-side door, and the older Russian-American man stepped outside the truck onto the pavement. He then made his way to the back of the connected trailer and opened the rear door.

Nikolia: Alright, Ares! We have arrived, my friend!

The Rebels of Society leader stepped out behind a large pallet of Schlitz Ultra-Premium beer and jumped off the back of the truck to the ground. In his hands were two beers with Indie Pro Wrestler "Big Bad" Ed Sweeton on the label. Metaxas embraced Nikolia with a hug while patting him on the back before letting go of him. The two cracked open their beers and toasted one another before taking a long refreshing drink.

Ares: Ahhh... freedom at last...Thank you, Nikolia; I would never have made it here today of all days without you, brother.

Nikolia: Hey, am I not the man you call when you have a problem?

Ares: Haha, Yeah, I guess you're right.

Ares turned around and looked at the old rusted steel factory. The sun was beginning to set behind the large structure, and the rays beaming through caused Ares to squint his bruised eyes. He looked tired from the surgeries he'd undergone to save his life along with integrations he'd faced afterward during his time in Guantanamo. Ares took a deep breath and turned around to face Nikolia with a more serious look on his face.

Ares: Everyone is inside?

Nikolia: Everyone from the so-called "Radical Left," my friend. Dominique Rhoads, leader of ANTIFA, Francis Harper leader of the Black Lives Matter movement, Junita Navarro from the Latino Coalition, and now you. The leader of the Rebels of Society, the man who has been fighting for the working class, taking on the 1% head-on, and tonight will be leading the movement that will force that racist billionaire crook McStrump out of office!

Ares: You make me sound like a sort of mythological hero. I'm just like the people inside right now—just someone who cared enough to stand up and do something about social injustice.

Nikolia: Come on, brother. Our people are inside preparing, and I received an urgent message from Dominque that the coalition wanted to meet with you immediately upon arrival.

Ares nodded, and the two Rebels made their way over to a large garage shipping bay door. After a special loud knock on the bay door from Nikolia, the guards inside raised the bay door. Inside were thousands of men and women from the various activist groups preparing for what would be the largest protest in American history. Ares became instantly emotional. The sight of everyone gearing up and working together for a common cause was overwhelming to him. Finally, everything he'd worked towards and fought for was coming to fruition.

Once inside, one of the guards led them to a large office room on the factory's third floor, where once a titan of the steel industry conducted his business. Inside the office stood Dominique Rhoads, Francis Harper, Junita Navarro, and most surprisingly of all, Democratic Senator Ernie Flanders. Ares seemed surprised to see the Senator there and instantly got a vibe from the room that something was wrong.

Dominique: Well look, who's ass is finally out of Gitmo! Welcome back, you crazy fuck!

Dominique got in Ares's space and slapped him high five before embracing him with a shoulder bump and pat on the back. Junita hugged and kissed him on the cheek before thanking him for what he did for the Latin community. By freeing all the illegal migrants that'd been imprisoned and abused by the McStrump administration and I.C.E officers, Ares had become a hero to them. Francis Harper and Ernie Flanders, however, seemed unhappy about Ares's return. Both had scowls on their faces and their arms crossed in a disapproving manner as they stared at the R.O.S leader.

Ares: It's nice to see you too, Francis, so why is the Senator here?

Francis: He's here to give you and you're so-called "Rebels" a reality check.

Ares: What's this all about? Sato told me that all three of you were on board with our plan; said your groups were ready to join the actual fight against this tyrant!

Francis: Senator Flanders is here because you're members, and your insane revolution is going to get us all locked up or killed!

Ares: What?

Francis: Ever since "project insurrection" started, your group has been causing us more problems than solutions! Every protest ends up a physical altercation with the police! Our message about the injustice of Boyd Lyod's death isn't being heard, and the conservative media is painting us as the problem!

Jaunita: Some of my best people have been arrested and locked up, Ares. Things are not going well...

Senator Flanders: This is what I was trying to explain to all of you at the meeting in New York. Violence never changes anything; it only causes more chaos and more suffering. I tried my best to talk you all out of that decision, but everyone was emotional after watching that disturbing video of Boyd's death. That Sato fellow riled you all up, and you've now reaped what you all sowed. Now you've gotten a taste of it first hand, and it seems you've all wised up! Peaceful protest is the only way to affect real change in this country!

Ares looked over to the ANTIFA leader, deeply hurt by them all turning against him. He just couldn't accept that even they felt that the Rebel's tactics to take the fight to their oppressors head-on physically was the wrong course of action. Ares scrambled into his pant pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He frantically lit a cigarette up and took a drag as his mind raced a million miles a second.

Ares: Dominque, ANTIFA can't possibly be on board with this shit! You've guys have always fought back against fascist scumbags like McStrump! Brother, don't tell me you've turned into a bunch of nancy boys too!

Dominque: Look, man, I wanted to fight too, but some of my closest brothers are now locked up and looking at felony charges. Senator Flanders has been protesting since the 1960s, and he has a lot to show for his strategy.

Ares: Oh, give me a fucking break! Wake up and smell the coffee, you idiots! Flanders has been leading this movement for sixty years! Even from within the system as a Senator, he hasn't accomplished real change outside of his own state of Vermont! Every year the working class continues to get poorer, the rich get richer, and their white supremacist friends continue to blame minorities for all the problems this country faces! All the yelling and finger-wagging he does in front of the news cameras isn't getting us anywhere! In fact, we're fucking going backward and losing what pathetic ground these liberal baby boomers made in this country!

Senator Flanders: How dare you! I've given my entire life to this cause, you young punk! You walk around here talking about overthrowing the government like you're some type of American Che Guevara! Only a moron would think that the people could overthrow the government of the most powerful nation on the God damn planet!

Ares: Oh yeah? Well, unlike you, I'm ready to put it all on the line and die for this cause, old man!

Ares lifted his T-Shirt, revealing his scars from the blast he took to the gut from the Reaganator's shotgun. It was an unsightly wound healing from the multiple surgeries it took to remove the buckshot and repair the internal bleeding. Ares grabbed Flanders by the scruff of his shirt collar, pulled him in close, and bent him down, shoving his face into his wounded abdomen with a wicked shit-eating grin on his face as he tried to keep his cigarette pressed between his lips and talk at the same time.

Ares: You see this, Ernie, when you put it all on the line like Salinas, Sato, and I did to rescue those illegal immigrants, you get shit done! Those people are free now and back with their families! If we hadn't done what we did, they'd still be getting separated from their children and abused by our corrupt government!

Nikolia and Dominque grabbed Ares and forced him to let go of the elderly Senator. Jaunita and Francis helped the old man up off the floor and pulled him away from Ares to safety. The Senator looked as if he was having a panic attack and doing his best to control his erratic breathing. He couldn't believe that this young man would have the audacity to assault him physically.

Nikolia: Ares, please! Calm yourself! These are our allies!

Francis: You crazy bastard! The man is almost eighty years old! Are you trying to give him a fucking heart attack?

Ares: I'm not going to let this old man hijack my movement! Not when we are so close to saving this country!

Dominque: Man, this isn't YOUR movement! It's everyones! Look, brother, you know I love you, but we took a vote. The Rebel's of Society are sitting this protest out! We're doing this march on the white house the right way. The peaceful way, so take your shiny red vests and get the fuck out of here!

Ares broke Nikolia's grasp on him and slugged Dominque in the gut, causing him to fall to his knees. It was clear Dominque wasn't expecting Ares to attack him, and his eyes were wide open as he stared at the floor, trying not to throw up. The rest of the group seemed just as shocked. Dominque and Ares's relationship went way back to their youthful teenage days, and they never expected to see something like this happen between them.

Ares: You want the Rebels out; you got it. Just know that you're all going to fail walking into this shit storm like Mahatma Gandhi! This President, Hah! He won't stand for a prolonged peaceful protest against him. Once he reaches his boiling point, he's going to unleash holy hell on all of you!

Nikolia: Ares, please!

Ares: Shut up, Nikolia, these snowflakes need to hear the truth! The U.S. Government fears the R.O.S. President McStrump fears the R.O.S. The only reason any of you have gotten this far is because of us. You'll remember what I've said here today when your breathing your last breath or being handcuffed and hauled off to prison for the rest of your lives!

Francis: We'll do just fine without your extremist bullshit! Martin Luther King is the example we want to follow! Take your Marxist radical bullshit and Malcolm X style tactics and get the fuck out of here!

Ares: Alright, Nikolia... we're not wanted here anymore. Round up our members, and let's go!

Nikolia and Ares walked out of the room, steaming mad, and Ares made sure to slam the door behind him. After they were far enough away from the others, Ares stopped and turned around. Nikolia stopped and waited to hear what Ares had to say.

Ares: Round up the others, but we're staying in D.C. We are going to watch this protest from the sidelines. If McStrump crosses the line and things get bad, at least we'll be close to lend a helping hand.

Nikolia: I thought you were angry with them?

Ares: I am, but I realize that they're the only friends we've got in this fight. I'm not about to watch them all get locked up or beaten to death. They're still playing by the old rules. They don't understand this President of ours is a criminal and will do anything that he can to retain his power.

Nikolia: Alright, I'll round up the guys and give them the 411. Stay close, stay ready.

Ares: Exactly...

Washington D.C. June 5th, 2020
Inside the Oval Office: 12 Hours Later

President McStrump stood at the window of his Presidential office and stared out at the millions of protestors. Chants for his removal from office were so loud that he could hear them even with the window shut. McStrump had deployed the Army National Guard to form a blockade with chainlink fencing and military vehicles. Behind the fencing stood hundreds of armed military soldiers who were tasked with securing the perimeter and keeping the angry mob from pushing onto the front lawn and reaching the President at all costs.

In the oval office behind the leader of the free world was Vice President Mike Dense, Senate majority leader Fitch McCuckle, the President's top advisor "Sloppy" Steve Shannon, General James Brattis, and the Secretary of Defense Brad Austin. All of them looked highly concerned as they watched the television mounted on the wall. M.O.X News was on the ground covering the protest attempting to drive the narrative that violence could break out at any moment.

McStrump: They've been out there since last night... Why are they so calm now that they're here? It makes no fucking sense! For weeks now, they've been burning buildings, destroying property, and attacking police officers like the fucking animals they are. What's changed?

McCuckle: Word has it that the communist bastard, Senator Flander's, infiltrated their leadership and convinced them to change their approach. He knew that it be more difficult for us to deal with them if they weren't setting D.C. ablaze.

Brattis: My men on the ground are also reporting an absence of the Rebels of Society. There isn't a red vest amongst the sea of protestors out there. Police reports stated it was mainly the R.O.S and ANTIFA engaging in violence over the last few weeks since Boyd Loyd's death.

McStrump turned around and slammed his fist on the Presidential desk, and began screaming at the top of his lungs. Spit spattered from his fat lips and sprinkled the men standing before him. The heavily spray-tanned President had been under extreme pressure since the North Korean attack. Everything he'd said and done since seemed to make the majority of the country angrier at him. If not for his brainwashed following of right-wing extremists, his poll numbers would be nonexistent.

McStrump: Something isn't right here! Ares Metaxas escapes from Gitmo; something I still don't understand happened, and he's not even here?

Shannon: Perhaps they're waiting for us to make the first move? Mudcock's been painting them as the problem round the clock on M.O.X News. Maybe they've wised up and want us to be the first to attack this time so they can use our strategy against us. The Liberal media would have a field day if we sent soldiers in to attack peaceful protestors. For all we know, the Red Vests are hiding nearby out of view. They might be waiting for their chance to rush in as the hero's once we play our hand.

Austin: It doesn't matter; I refuse to authorize military force against peaceful protestors. Are you people listening to yourselves? This isn't China damn it! These people have rights!

McStrump: You'll do what I say, Mr. Austin! I'm the Commander in Chief!

Austin: And I'm the Secretary of Defense! Sir, the American people have the right under the Constitution to assemble peacefully! You're acting erratic, and your behavior has me convinced you're in no mental state to be giving me orders right now!

Mike Dense: How dare you? This is Ronald Theodore McStrump! I'd go to hell back for this man! You have no righty question his decision making!

Austin: I'm convinced that's where both of you will be going if you continue to divide this country with your obscene rhetoric and your divisive policies!

McStrump: Watch your tongue Austin, or I'll have you replaced!

McCuckle: Mr. President, please, It's been one public relations nightmare after the next during your Presidency; you don't need another incident to give the Democrats more ammunition against you heading into re-election.

Brattis: Fitch is correct, Mr. President. For now, we have to hang back and weather this storm.

McStrump: Baaaahhhhh! God damn it all! Fitch, where are we with the Senate concerning the Bill for the Centurion and Eagle Eye National Security Program?

McCuckle: Mr. President, with all due respect, no one wants to touch that Bill right now. It's one of the few things that moderates on both sides of the aisle agree on. Plus the fact that you forced illegal immigrant prisoners to build those machines...

McStrump: I told the press that they were working towards a unique citizenship program! Isn't that what these Liberals want? For them to be legalized!

McCuckle: Sir, legal immigration doesn't work that way, and you know it! You made your bed now you have to lie in it. The Senate nor Congress is going to give you the approval to use those monstrosities! My people have to get reelected, and that Bill is political suicide! You can't lie your way out of this disaster! The proof was in the leaked video Mr. Vastrix gave to the ANN News, and no one is buying that the footage is fake!

McStrump: You know what, McCuckle? Get out of my office now! That goes for all of you!

Everyone present let out a loud sigh and then filed out of the room one by one until it was only the President left in the oval office. Ronald sat down in his chair and planted his face in his small sweaty palms, shaking his head in disarray. Suddenly his desk phone rang, catching his attention. He lifted his head, reached out, and pressed the speakerphone button to answer the call.

McStrump: Yes, Veronica?

Veronica: Mr. President Monica Vastrix from Hammer Industries is here for her meeting about the construction of Neo Los Angeles.

McStrump: Absolutely not! I thought I told you to cancel all my meetings with anyone from Hammer Industries!

Veronica: Yes, but no one informed Ms. Vastrix that the meeting had been canceled. She's demanding that she speak with your sir. She seems very angry, and she's with a big African American man who's giving me the heeby jee bees, sir.

McStrump: I don't care! I'm not seeing her after what her idiot son did to me! Tell her I'm doing everything I can to terminate the contract we signed with Hammer!

A loud scream came from the phone speaker, along with the sound of a loud curfuffle taking place. Suddenly the Presidental doors swung open, and in marched Monica Vastrix steaming from ear to ear. Making his way into the office behind her was Victor Vendredi, the Baron of Earth. Victor was sporting a black eye and a stitched forehead from his altercation with Takuma Sato a few weeks back. The Baron had a worried look on his face, and he seemed shocked at the level of brazenness Monica Vastrix had in her to storm the oval office.

Monica: Are you daft or mad? After all, our company and my son have done for you and this ass-backward bloody country! We funded the cleanup out of the kindness of our hearts! We even promised to match the U.S. dollar for dollar toward the redesign and construction of Neo Los Angeles!

McStrump: Security! Security! GET IN HERE NOW!

Monica wound up and backhanded McStrump across the face with the back of her hand. The blow left a red handprint on the President's orange face and disheveled his blond wig. McStrump cocked his neck back toward her with a fire burning in his eyes, enraged at the old English woman. Vendredi's mouth dropped as he watched the woman he'd been traveling with for the past few months dress down the President of the United States of America as if he were a spoiled child.

Monica: After all that, you send a sodding assassin to kill my Jeremiah? My last living child! How dare you?

McStrump: That cybernetic shit ruined my political career! He betrayed my trust and leaked footage from the Atalar Robotics factory in Nebraska!

Monica: My son is a humanitarian and a good-hearted saint! You were forcing illegal immigrants to work as slaves to build you a robotic army! He had every right to out you for your crimes against humanity! You racist cock sucker!

Monica and Victor heard the Secret Service rushing down the hallway toward the Oval office shouting at them to put their hands in the air. Monica quickly reached into her fancy designer handbag and pulled out the small baggy of white powder Victor's mother, Adwowa, had given her during their visit to the Bayou swamps of New Orleans. Just as the secret service entered the office, Monica threw the powder in McStrumps face covering his entire ugly mug in the strange substance. The Secret Sevice tackled Vendredi to the floor, handcuffed him, and then followed suit with Monica Vastrix.

McStrump: What on earth is this shit? What did you throw at me, you British cunt of a whore!

Monica smiled crookedly as the secret service pulled her up off the floor with her hands cuffed behind her back. Victor's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he began to recite the voodoo ritual his mother taught him before they'd left New Orleans. A ritual that would conjure up the spirits that once called the Oval Office their own from beyond their worldly plane of existence.

Monica: Give my love to the dead Presidents for me, you dimwitted prat...Ha! Hahaha! Hahaha! I hope honest Abe put's his big boot right up your fat ass!

McStrump: This woman is insane! I want these two locked up immediately! Do you understand me? I want them charged to the full extent of the law! You two will never see the light of day again! I'm going to make damn sure of it!

The Secret Service dragged off Monica and Victor as McStrump ran to his bathroom and immediately began to scrub the white powder from his face with soap and water. Once he dried his face, he noticed in the mirror how bloodshot his eyes had become since inhaling the strange substance. As he stared into his reflection with his pupils ever-growing, a glimpse of a ghostly figure appeared behind him, startling him. The obese President collapsed to the bathroom floor, clutching his chest as he stared up at the ghostly presence of what looked to be George Washington.

McStrump: This... This can't be happening! You're not real! I'm hallucinating! Yeah, that's it; that shit she threw in my face must have been some sort of drug!

Washington looked like a ghastly zombie with worms and bugs crawling all over his skin. He smiled at McStrump with his ghoulish white lips and revealed his petrified-looking wooden teeth. Mcstrump got up off the floor frantically and fearlessly walked through the ghostly apparition. When he turned around, the spirit of the first President was gone, which put him a little more at ease for the moment. He was convinced that what he'd just seen was not really and only in his head.

McStrump: Hmph! Try and drug me, will you! Ronald Theodore McStrump is too smart a guy to fall for that trick! It's going to take more than that to scare me!

McStrump gathered himself and walked back over to the window he'd been staring out of since the morning. It was clear that even though he'd convinced himself what he'd just saw was not real, the President was still visibly sweating as Adowa's powder continued to course through his circulatory system. Little did McStrump known that his living nightmare was only just beginning...

A 1950's style yellow cab pulled up to the VIP parking section of the Estadio Latinoamericano baseball stadium. As the vehicle came to a stop, Kara leaned forward and paid the driver before exiting with twin brother Kronin. The driver got out of the car, opened the trunk, and helped the two wrestlers with their bags. The twins then made their way toward the stadium rear entrance that led to the locker rooms. Kara sparked up a bit of conversation with her brother in their native German language as they approached the door.

Kara: We could have rented a car, you know? We're not exactly on a budget here.

Kronin smirked and held up a hand in a dismissive manner. Kara seemed annoyed by her brother's body language and instinctively knew whatever he was about to say would be incredibly irritating to her.

Kronin: Firstly, the proper grammar is "we are," secondly, the meaning of the word "covert" is to try and not advertise we are working for the German government.

Kara rolled her eyes at her brother. Since his injury and losing streak had started, he'd been extra uptight, and his obsessive nature over even the littlest details had become almost compulsive. It was beginning to grate on her, but she loved her brother more than anything.

Kara: Yes, cause speaking in German certainly doesn't give anything away... Besides, they know already.

Kronin shook his head as they reached the security team. After showing their credentials, they were allowed into the stadium. Kronin adjusted his bag with his wrestling gear on his shoulder and then continued down the hallway leading to the locker rooms.

Kronin: They might suspect. That is not the same as knowing for sure. Now, thirdly, you'd be surprised at the number of fighters willing to settle a grudge with you by taking it out on your car. Thus, not showing up in your personal vehicle is usually a wise decision. Plus, do you want to spend an hour after the show explaining to the rental company why their vehicle was damaged?

Kara thought about what her brother had said and then nodded. Weirdly his reasoning kind of made a lot of sense. Her thoughts, however, shifted when they entered the dressing area; she began to notice members of the local stadium crew glaring at her and her brother.

Kara: We don't seem to be very popular amongst the locals working here...

Kronin shrugged, not appearing to be bothered in the least.

Kronin: Can't please everyone... Besides. We will be more popular than our American opponents will be tonight.

Kara kept up a perfect pace with her bother, the two twins walking in perfect unison as they made their way to their appointed locker room area. Once inside their room, they set down their bags. Kronin glanced over at his twin with a concerned look on his face.

Kronin: You nervous?

Kara didn't even glance at her twin and let out a strong sigh.

Kara: Well... I'm no stranger to fighting, but I am still a rookie, which could put you at a disadvantage.

Kronin smirked, letting out a little laugh.

Kronin: If anyone is at a disadvantage, it's our opponents. Eric Dillinger is also a rookie. He has had more training and preparation for professional fighting than you, but we both know there is a big difference between training and actual combat. You might be new to professional fighting, but you are not new to combat. All in all, I feel good about our chances.

Kara smirked at this as the two continued to get ready for the show and their upcoming match. In the background, the sound of Strangle Hold by Ted Nugent started to play on the stadium's speaker system. It echoed into the locker room, letting them both know that the matches were about to begin soon. They quickly unpacked their wrestling gear and began to get dressed for their match that would shortly be starting.

Kara: My brother ever the optimist. Care to share the cause for your confidence?

Kronin shrugged as he paused and turned back to look at his twin sister while strapping on an elbow pad.

Kronin: Simple. I'm expecting them to underestimate you. Also, if you want to get technical, it's three on two with Cassandra inside here.

Kronin pointed at his head, and the Cassandra artificial intelligence chose to appear in her holographic form from the neural link computer inside Kronin brain chip. Cassandra looked ghostly and somewhat translucent in appearance, much like you would expect a glowing holograph to look.

Cassandra: The exact truthfulness of that statement is mainly philosophical depending on what one person considers a "Person" to be. By many definitions, I would not count as I do not have a physical body. Philosophy of humanism and transhumanism aside, I do believe the odds are suitable for a victory. I have analyzed the film of your tag-team opponents and compared that with your reaction times, and I believe you two can expect to react anywhere from 2 tenths of a second to as much as a half a second faster than None More Black. I understand that doesn't seem like much to most humans, but in combat, that is the difference between countering an attack or absorbing one.

Kara thought about his for a moment and then nodded. Her doubts and anxiety for the match started to ease as she strapped on her wrestling boots and stood up to loosen and stretch a bit.

Kara: If you two say so...

Strangle Hold by Ted Nugent began to play inside the Estadio Latinoamericano, a baseball stadium located in Havana, Cuba. A wrestling ring had been set up in the infield of the baseball diamond. The Ultimate Wrestling setup crew had created a stage ramp that led from the dugout out toward the wrestling ring. A good-sized crowd of 45'000 Cubans had filled the stadium's seats and were eager to watch the world's number one most watched wrestling federation put on a great show. After a fantastic pyrotechnic display ignited and then dissipated, the live feed cut to the announcer team of Chris Rodgers and Scott Slade sitting behind their announcer table.

Scott Slade: Hello wrestling fans, and welcome to Ultimate Wrestling! I'm your host Scott Slade here tonight with Chris Rodgers in the lovely nation of Cuba.

Chris Rodgers: Lovely? This place is a shit hole! I didn't think it could get much worse than Mexico. Boy, was I wrong!

Scott Slade: I'm just going to ignore that... Tonight we're here on this historic baseball field under the big lights for Friday Night Clash 17. We've got an incredible card in store for all of you tonight. Chuluun Bold takes on Hank Sokolov; Wendy goes up against Jeremiah Vastrix; LuLu and Huckleberry defend the Tag Team Titles against the Russians, and Abbigail Dresden looks to avenge Valora and take revenge upon Takuma Sato inside an enclosed steel cage.

Chris Rodgers: Scotty, I'm getting word from our producer that Rose Johnston is already ready to kick things off tonight. Let's go to the ring now!

The primary camera cut from the announcers to Rose in the wrestling ring. The tall blonde bombshell was dressed in a sparkly silver sequenced dress and sporting bright pink heels with tiny white bows. Her hair had been blown out, and the makeup team had done her up like a movie star ready for the red carpet.

Rose Johnston: Fans, we have a special announcement for our next match. We've been informed that The Great Khan has laid down a challenge to change the match to a Mongolian Chain match, where a chain will attach both men with collars around their necks. Hank Sokolov has accepted Bold's challenge!

Chris Rodgers: Well damn! This match just got a lot more interesting! A good old strap match! We're in store for some authentic down south old-school style wrestling!

Scott Slade: Okay, boomer. I would imagine the brutality level of this match just went up a few ticks.

Chris Rodgers: What do you mean, you 'imagine'?

Scott Slade: Well, I, umm, don't think we've ever called one of these matches before, so I've never seen one.

Chris Rodgers: "God damn kids today… Alright, for you and all the other slackers at home, here's the rundown—two men attached by a belt or a rope. Usually, you'd tie the men together at the wrist. This match looks different in that both men are going to be attached via the neck. The rope or belt, in this case, it's a chain, can and should be used as a weapon."

Scott Slade: Well, thanks for that rundown. For the five fans who made it through that without falling asleep… the match is starting!

Suddenly, "Khaan" by Tengger Cavalry started to play over the old baseball stadium's speaker system. From the makeshift stage, out walked out The Great Khan, Chuluun Bold. The tall, bald Mongolian had a sinister smile on his face and swung around a large chainlink chain in which one end had been fastened around his neck with a dog collar that looked as if it was meant for rottweiler. Bold was dressed in his usual red and dark blue trunks dyed in his nation's flag colors. He wore no top, and his upper body had been oiled up to accentuate his muscular physique.

Rose Johnston: Making his way to ring now by way of Mongolia, standing an incredible six feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at 295 pounds! The world-renowned Chuluun Bold!! THE GREAT KHAN!!!

Scott Slade: Well, Bold had a difficult debut in Ultimate Wrestling against Wendy, who he claims is a cyborg.

Chris Rodgers: I think those claims have validity. We all saw her bright green glowing eyes. They looked a lot like Jeremiah's! She's got Cybernetic eyes; how she could afford them and where she got them is a whole other rabbit hole I don't care to go down right now.

Scott Slade: One thing is for sure, Chris. It's sent the wrestling world into a fierce debate of whether cybernetics should be banned from professional wrestling.

Chris Rodgers: What's to debate? They obviously should! No normal five-foot eleven-inch tall girl could honestly beat The Great Khan in a fair fight!

Scott Slade: That argument is that wrestlers like Jeremiah wouldn't even be able to compete without his cybernetic eyes. However, with Wendy, we don't know how much of her is human. Her weight is exceptionally high for her height, and some of those blows she absorbed seemed not even to phase her.

Chuluun Bold entered the wrestling and waited for his opponent as referee Bob Sigro had a few words about the match rules with him. Without warning, Bold's music stopped, and "V Put" by the Red Army Choir began to play. Out walked the massive Hank Sokolov, accompanied this night by his companion THNG. THNG was a pale gothic-looking woman dressed all in black. She wore a fancy dress that looked as if it been sown in the mid-1800s, and her lipstick was blood red. When she smiled at Hanks adoring communist Cuban fans cheering him on, she revealed a set of very sharp inhuman looking teeth.

Rose Johnston: His opponent! Being accompanied by the thing called THNG!! Weighing at a hulking 450 pounds and standing tall at seven feet, two inches!!! THE TRUE RUSSIAN COLOSSUS!!! HANK SOOOOOKOOOOLOOOV!!!

Hank was dressed in his usual Russian Olympic wrestling-style singlet. He hadn't shaved the last time since we'd seen him in Mexico and was looking rather grizzly. The Cuban's chanted his name as he marched down the aisle and climbed straight up the steel steps, unintimidated by Bold's challenge for them to be chained at the neck. Once in the ring, Hank's music was cut by the audio team.

Chris Rodgers: Not sure who Ms. Thing is over there, but that broad needs to see an orthodontist.

Scott Slade: Oh, I'm sorry THNG doesn't conform to your old-fashioned standards of beauty, Chris. I think she classy looking strong woman! Just look at that dress!

Chris Rodgers: Ahhh... okay, whatever you say, Slade.

Referee Bob Sigo locked in the dog collar around Hank's giant neck. The ref called for the bell, and immediately, Khan leveled Sokolov with a massive haymaker. He took up a mounted position and began raining punches down on Sokolov, ending the series of blows by taking the chain and whipping Sokolov with it. Sokolov fought back by grabbing the chain and hit the Mongolian with a low blow. He followed it up by an uppercut which doubled Bold over like a ton of bricks onto the mat.

Chris Rodgers: These two kicked off the match right away! God damn, this is fun!

Scott Slade: It certainly seems that way. These two wasted no time going after each other.

Sokolov got to his feet and used the chain to choke the Khan, wrapping it around his neck driving his knee into the back of the Great Khan for extra leverage. The ref warned him about the chokehold, but Sokolov backed him off with a glare and continued choking Chuluun until the big Mongolian could maneuver himself into position to lift Sokolov and bring him to the mat with a backdrop. The two men slowly rolled over and got to their feet, exchanging blows as they stood toe-to-toe trading punches. The crowd erupted into a frenzy as the two giants hammered each other with blows that would knock out most normal men.

Chris Rodgers: I would hate to be on the receiving end of one of those punches from either man!

Scott Slade: Definitely, the fact that the two are being forced to stand toe to toe by that chain adds to this brutality.

The two men continued to trade blows until Khan cut off Sokolov with a knee to the gut. He then followed it up with a clubbing smash to the back of Sokolov before letting out a cry of triumph as he watched Sokolov crumple to the mat. Khan paced around, walking around the prone Russian, pulling him to his feet only to be cut off by a thumb to the eye from Sokolov. With Bold blinded, Hank got to his and followed up the eye rake with a savage ear clap. The boxing of Khan's ears sent the big Monoglion into a daze.

Scott Slade: Oh man! That's one way to turn the tide!

Chris Rodgers: The Russian has to make his move now if he wants to take control of this match, Scott.

Bold tried to fight back, throwing a few wild haymakers, which Hank avoided and then moved in fast, grabbing hold of the large Mongolian. He then lifted the Khan into a vertical suplex and slammed into the mat, all the while maintaining his grip on him. He then rolled over, pulled the Mongolian up onto his feet, and brought him down hard on the mat for a second time with another verticle suplex. The Cuban fans applauded the Russian and whistled like crazy at his feat of strength.

Chris Rogers: Incredible...

Scott Slade: Sokolov is undoubtedly one of the strongest competitors we've seen recruited into Ultimate Wrestling by Allen Anderson. What a display of strength!

Sokolov held onto bold and dragged him up one more time. He then signaled to his adoring communist fans before hitting the Khan with a boot to the gut and locking his head between his legs for a violent sitdown piledriver. Sokolov immediately went for the cover. The referee dropped down and counted, but Khan kicked out after only a count of about one and a half.

Chris Rodgers: Near fall there and a good thing too! Damn, commies almost got a win.

Scott Slade: Who are you supposed to be rooting for in this match then? Sokolov is Russian; Khan is Mongolian. Just what do you do?

Chris Rodgers: I content myself with seeing how superior to the rest of the world Our Red Blooded American athletes are.

Sokolov got to his feet, sized Khan up, and locked him into a bear hug squeeze. Sokolov kept the bearhug locked in for some time and tried to transition to a belly-to-belly suplex, but the Khan cut him off with a headbutt, then a second headbutt, before a third headbutt broke the hold and brought the big Russian to a knee. Bold sent Sokolov toward the corner, bringing him to the mat violently by grabbing the rope and tugging back hard on it. This action brought the big Russian to the mat, his head slamming hard into the ring mat.

Scott Slade: The Great Khan is getting creative here! He just used match type to his advantage; Chuluun used the rope as a weapon there, and it paid off. Sokolov absorbed a violent whiplash from that last move, and he looks dazed and confused right now!

Chris Rodgers: I think Whiplash is overrated! I've had a few of those injuries, not to mention concussions from playing football; look how I turned out!

Scott Slade: Indeed, fans. Look at how my colleague turned out—all you need to know, right there.

As the camera shifted back to in-ring action, the fans watched as both men engaged in the famous test of strength. Both combatants struggled for domination in a battle that was very even. Both were surprised at the other's ability to hold steady seemingly, and neither man was accustomed to running into a man so equal to them in sheer strength. In an almost comical moment, both warriors headbutted each other simultaneously, leaving both of them stunned and shaking their heads.

Chris Rodgers: My mother always said you had to crack a few eggs to make a good omelet!

Scott Slade: Well, if this match is the omelet, then this is a grand slam special breakfast of all omelets!

The Khan rolled the chain up in his fist and punched Sokolov in the face with a series of three punches, drawing blood, as he followed the move up with Mongolian chops and strikes to various areas of the body, driving the big Russian back into the corner.

Chris Rodgers: Jesus Christ! Talk about well-matched, folks! Allen Anderson certainly made the right call putting these two giants in the ring with each other!

Scott Slade: Well, I guess there's a point there; Sokolov is bleeding, however, and that means he needs to reassert control quickly if he's going to have any chance of winning here.

Hank Sokolov took the blows bravely back in the ring, defending himself the best he could as he looked for an opening to begin his counterattack. Finally, the chance came when the Khan wound up for a big haymaker. Acting quickly, Sokolov grabbed his opponent by the head and threw him into the corner. He quickly swapped places with him and began punching his opponent before finally ending the assault by lifting the Mongolian Khan and setting him up onto the top corner turnbuckle. He then climbed up after him, trapping his opponent in another bear hug. With the fans in an absolute uproar, Sokolov belly to belly suplexed Bold, this time from the top rope, the ring shook as both men crashed back to the wrestling mat with a thud.

Chris Rodgers: Holy shit! The ring might not be able to hold these two!

Scott Slade: You're right, Chris... We often say things like that, but in this case, the ring might break before we get a winner!

Sokolov was the first to get to his feet, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. Seeing the opportunity before him, he climbed up the top rope and glanced down at his opponent, leaping into the air, he attempted a double leg drop, but The Khan rolled out of the way just in time. Sokolov crashed to the mat and groaned in pain. As he rolled around on the mat, The Khan tried to get to his feet as well; finally, seeing an opening, he ran forward and drove the face of Sokolov into the mat with a running bulldog.

Chris Rodgers: Sokolov went big and missed big; the Khan was able to take advantage, driving the commie bastard into the mat face first!"

Scott Slade: For the record, Sokolov is Russian; we aren't sure of his political views. The name of the move he attempted and missed is called the Lenin Leg. So he might agree with the communist beliefs of some in Russia and here in Cuba.

The Khan had gotten back to his feet in the ring and was repeatedly stomping on his opponent's prone body. Pulling Hank Sokolov to his feet, he lifted the Russian up and brought him to the mat with a chokeslam. The Khan wasted no time as he moved and wrapped the chain around Sokolov's neck, wrapping him in a camel clutch-type maneuver. The ref again protested the choking, but the Khan shouted him down. The ref checked Sokolov and began the count. The Khan waited until the last possible moment before releasing the hold and jumping and driving one of his feet into the back of his opponent.

Chris Rodgers: Yeah, stomp that commie son of a bitch into the ground!

Scott Slade: Does the Khan have to cheat like this, though?

In the ring, Chuluun looked around and continued to drive his foot into the back of Sokolov, the assault continuing until Sokolov grabbed the foot and yanked it, bringing the Khan down to the mat. Sokolov got to his feet and dropped an elbow on the Khan, trying to turn the momentum in his favor. He then used the chain to pull the Khan to his feet, whipping the Khan with the chain's slack, kicking the man in the gut, and bringing him to the mat with a DDT.

This was followed up by Sokolov taking a mounted position and hammering the Khan with punches. Sokolov then dragged his opponent to his feet and lifted him into the air with a two-handed choke lift. He kept his opponent suspended in mid-air as the ref counted, and just before being disqualified, he slammed his opponent to the mat, turning to the crowd and roaring out, giving the signal that he believed the match was nearing its end.

Chris Rodgers: This happens every time! I cheer for someone, and they start losing!

Scott Slade: proof that karma exists, folks. But in the ring, these two have given us a hell of a fight, and Sokolov seems to think he's on the verge of victory.

Sokolov moved to drag the Khan to his feet, but the Khan fired back with a punch to the gut. He then followed it up with an impromptu jawbreaker, using the top of his head in place of the shoulder. Sokolov stumbled off, wrapping the chain in and around his fist, loading it up, and Khan charged in, and Sokolov nailed him with the loaded fist, striking him; the blow seemed to have injured the big man, who stumbled about and dropped to a knee, shaking his head, dazed by the loaded punch.

Chris Rodgers: Disqualify him! He cheated!"

Scott Slade: Well, I would agree, but... the Khan did ask for this match, and it seems Sokolov got one lucky blow, and that might have ended any chance for a comeback the Khan had.

In the ring, Sokolov knew he wouldn't be able to use his standard finisher in this match against an opponent as big as Bold was. He raised his fist in the air in tribute, loading it up again with the chain, and as the Khan turned, he threw a massive haymaker, hitting The Khan right on the temple. He then emphasized the win with a piledriver before going for the cover. The ref dropped down and made the three count before calling for the bell. Sokolov celebrated as the ref checked the prone Bold, who seemed conscious but not satisfying the ref's concerns. Medical staff came down to the ring to check on the Khan.

Chris Rodgers: Damn Commie bastards… how many times are we going to have to see this?!

Scott Slade: A lot, I think. Dasha has put together an ace team. Herself and Borismakethe new addition of Hank Sokolov make them even more dangerous. As for the Great Khan Chuluun Bold, we will update you when we have word, but my guess is the medical staff will be running him through concussion protocols. They'll want to ensure he is not seriously injured; these two gave us a hell of a match, and Sokolov used the chain that bound him as a weapon to end this fight.

Johnny Rage, who was busy lacing up his big black boots in the back when a backstage hand brought him an envelope. Rage was all suited up and ready for his tag team match with Dillinger against the Reinhardts. Eric seemed to be caught off guard by the stagehand and surprised that he was handing him something.

Johnny Rage: What's this?

stage hand: Yo, no use.

He examined the front to find no distinguishable marks on it. The flap was unsealed and folded in to allow for easy access. Rage gave it a sniff to disappointedly found no smell. Not a love letter. He opened it and pulled a letter, reading it aloud as he unfolded it.

Johnny Rage: You should have stayed… gone. Fuck off and die, asshole…

Johnny rolled his eyes and crumpled the note before throwing it into the garbage. It was clear that the contents of the letter had upset him. He stood up from the locker room bench and looked straight at the stagehand who handed him the letter moments ago.

Johnny Rage: Fucking snowflakes...

Rose Johnston: And now, ladies and gentlemen. This next contest is a tag team match! First, coming to the ring… at a combined weight of 405 lbs… From Berlin, Germany… The Reinhardts!!!

"Ich Will" hit over the loudspeakers as the brother/sister duo stepped out onto the rampway. A chorus of cheers erupted from the Cuban fans inside the stadium. The pyros hit as they posed on top of the ramp. They then made their way down to the ring, slapping the fans' hands along the way. Kara's dark red headband was holding back her medium-length black hair. Both Germans were dressed in camouflage spandex wrestling leotards dyed in the colors of the German flag. They both had military boots on and looked ready for a war with the None More Black team.

Scott Slade: The Reinhardt twins are looking fired up tonight!

Chris Rodgers: The Germans are invading your tv screens tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Kronin has been on a bit of a rough patch since we returned from North Korea. To be fair, I don't think any of us have been the same since the Death Sport fiasco.

Scott Slade: I agree with you, Chris. I think that's why we're seeing him give the tag team division a go with his sister Kara. This is Kara's first official Ultimate Wrestling sanctioned match. We all recognize that Kronin is one of the more powerful wrestlers on the roster; his sister looks quicker and lighter on her feet. Six feet, two inches, and a hundred seventy pounds, I think she will be the lightning to her brother's thunder.

Chris Rodgers: For sure, she's quicker than Kronin from what we've seen so far, but keep in mind, she's forty-six years of age. She's no spring chicken!

Scott Slade: Your right, Chris. Kara is six years older than Valora. However, Johnny Rage isn't getting any younger at forty-three ether. One thing is for sure Eric Dillinger will have the advantages of youth on his side tonight as the youngest man in the match by almost two decades.

The twins slipped into the ring as their music cut off and was replaced by "Elephant" by Tame Impala. The fans almost immediately got to their feet and began to boo in anticipation for None More Black's team.

Rose Johnston: And their opponents… at a combined weight of 542 lbs… from the dead zone of San Diego, Californiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…

Chris Rodgers: Rest in peace.

Rose Johnston: NONE! MORE! BLACK!

Eric Dillinger and Johnny Rage stepped out into the arena to a sea of boos. Dillinger smiled, feeding off of it, as Rage sneered. The two marched down to the ring, negating the hands of the few outstretched fans. Lazers covered the crowd as opposed to the usual pyro show. The team was dressed in their standard black wrestling gear, black boots, and new None More Black T-Shirts. Their hair looked neatly trimmed and Rage's beard and hair had been freshly dyed dark black to give him a younger look. Things that had been imposed upon them at the demand of Rupert's design and makeup team.

Chris Rodgers: These two were extremely impressive last week working together.

Scott Slade: Impressive? They lost a four-on-one match to Valora even after they helped break her arm!

Chris Rodgers: Well, I found that impressive. The she-beast has been a terror since she got here. It's about time someone was able to knock her down a peg.

Scott Slade: Good Lord...

Chris Rodgers: I'm serious, though. I know a well-oiled machine when I see one, and these guys are on the same page.

Scott Slade: Well, they're going to have to be to take down a team of twins.

Both teams stood in the ring across from each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Referee Bob Sigro stood between them, saying that each side had to send a team member to start. Johnny Rage ignored him as he stared past him at Kronin. Eric Dillinger, meanwhile, had his eyes on Kara. Breaking up the tension, Dillinger stood in front of Rage and put his hands up before pointing to himself.

Scott Slade: Dillinger is telling Rage that he'll be starting the match.

Chris Rodgers: Good, we need to get this thing started at some point. The sooner I get those Germans off of my monitor, the better.

With that, both Rage and Kronin turned around and got out of the ring. Dillinger seized the opportunity, attacking Kronin as he was between the ropes with a series of knee strikes and elbow shots while Rage, never having left, hit Kara with a big boot to her face.

Scott Slade: What a dirty trick!

Chris Rodgers: What are you talking about? The bell hasn't even sounded yet; this is illegal!

Scott Slade: Legal?!? This is a straight-up mugging!

Dillinger shoved Kronin off the apron and went over to where Rage was putting the boots on Kara. They both took turns stomping on her before Rage lifted her and planted a big right into her jaw, sending her into the ropes. Dillinger ran toward her and hit Kara in the midsection with a knee before whipping her across the ring. Rage, meanwhile, hit the opposite ropes as Kara rebounded and hit a pounce! With his damage done, Rage moved to the apron, and the bell was finally sounded.

Chris Rodgers: Happy? The match is officially underway, and these, ugh, Europeans can finally follow the rules.

Scott Slade: What are you--?! Dillinger is continuing his assault as he mounts Kara with punches. Meanwhile, Kronin is getting back up to his feet on the outside, and he does not look happy!

Sure enough, an angry Kronin got up to his corner and slapped the turnbuckle. Dillinger, meanwhile, locked in a cross-arm bar to apply pressure on his sister Kara. Dillinger noticed her start to reach out for the bottom rope with her free hand. To stop her, he rolled over into a reverse chancery. Dillinger rolled around and got onto his feet, applying pressure onto her back. Kara worked her way up to her feet and threw a knee up, hitting Dillinger. His grip slipped, and Kara fell back, hitting a Pele kick! Seeing her chance, she moved to her corner, but Dillinger grabbed her leg and dragged her across the ring to his corner.

Scott Slade: Kara was going for the hot tag, but Dillinger was there to cut her off.

Chris Rodgers: Now he's applying a foothold like a good American as he tags his partner in!

Scott Slade: That's a heel hook, you imbecilic moron!

Rage entered the ring and planted a boot on Kara's back. Dillinger let go and rolled to the outside as Rage dropped an elbow onto Kara. He rolled her over for a pin getting one count.

Scott Slade: The man is formerly known as "Prime Time," now "End of the Line," Johnny Rage ever the veteran.

Chris Rodgers: Well, he should know it's going to take more to put even kraut away with all his experience. You see, they're the REAL Nazis here.

Scott Slade: No one cares about your political beliefs; shut up. Rage goes for the quick pin because he knows it's about wearing down his opponents. Tag team wrestling is a marathon, not a sprint.

Rage pulled Kara up and put her into his corner. Dillinger put his hands up as his partner hit a big side knee lifted into her midsection. None More Black tagged as Rage hit a big body slam. Then Dillinger climbed up and hit a fist drop from the middle rope. Dillinger, with Kara down and looking in bad shape, Eric dove onto her and hooked her leg for a pin.

Bob Sigro: One, two—no!

Dillinger wasted no time as he wrapped the same arm as before and pulled Kara into a Kimura lock. Kara started to fight up to her feet, causing Dillinger to readjust and apply an arm wringer. Dillinger spun underneath and used the momentum to fling Kara to the mat. Grabbing the arm again, he dragged Kara back to their corner and tagged in Rage. Johnny stepped into the ring and pushed Kara backward into Dillinger's waiting arms, who trapped her in a stalling German Suplex. Johnny took a step and hit a big boot causing Dillinger to hit the German suplex.

Scott Slade: These guys are thugs, no doubt, but you have to admit they are a great tag team.

Chris Rodgers: Thugs? I'll have you know Eric Dillinger is a Navy veteran! E.O.D.! He's done things we can't even talk about on-air because it's CLASS-EH-FI-DUH!

Scott Slade: And Rage? Have you ever actually looked into this guy's past?

Chris Rodgers: Those are just rumors, and we here at MOX do not engage in gossip, libel, or slander.

Scott Slade: O.H., PLEASE!

Rage picked up Kara and hit a European uppercut. Kara fell into the ropes, and Rage took her out with a clothesline. Hurting, Kara fought to get to safety as she pulled herself up toward the corner. Before she can make it to her corner, Rage cut her off and whipped her across the ring. She hit the turnbuckle hard and slumped into the corner. Rage picked his spot and ran in, but Kara dove out and hit a dropkick to his knee. Rage flew face-first into the middle turnbuckle hard, much to the excitement of the fans.

Scott Slade: Nice reversal from Kara! Now, if she can get to her corner to make the tag to Kronin, so they can fight back!

Chris Rodgers: Oh, no! This is terrible!

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