No Rest for the United States Champion

by **krzy** Mon Aug 21, 2017 3:38 pm

Slate has done it!

Slate has done it!

So many doubted. So many questioned. So many thought the numbers game would be too much for him to handle, but the wily veteran, the heel with the sex appeal, was able to fend off not, one but two challengers in a grueling triple threat match.

And now he stands triumphantly in the center of the ring, a smirk on his face as he tries to push the throbbing pain in all parts of his body into the back of his mind so that he can celebrate this victory. As the crowd boos, Slate takes his United States Championship and raises it high into the air. At least for one more night he can call himself a champion.

However, the celebration is cut short when an overzealous fan hops the barricade and tries to rush the ring. Luckily, security is on point and immediately subdues her. Slate turns to face the commotion, and when he sees the woman, strikingly beautiful, he calls off the guards, explaining to them that she’s just one of many of his adoring fans.

Some of the guards back off, leaving only one to hold the woman’s arms behind her back, and that’s when we get our first real look at her.

Murmuring from the more hardcore CMV fans kick up immediately.

She looks vaguely familiar. But it couldn’t be...could it?

But the murmuring turns into buzzing as waves of recognition wash over the fans.

It’s...Lady Cerylla.

But then this means…

Slate turns around as somebody slides into the ring behind him.

It’s Sir Gersilion! Slate cocks his head to the side, not immediately recognizing the man, but the fans are starting to squirm with anticipation, some even standing on their feet. Slate takes a confident step forward, he just beat two men at the same time, what’s one more...the proverbial cherry on top?

That’s when the security guard restraining Cerylla, takes off his hat and glasses...

The crowd roars, but Slate thinks it’s because he’s holding the United State Championship into the air, he thinks it’s all for him…

The guard slips into the ring and stands behind Slate. The champ senses the movement behind him and finds himself face to face with 10|EL! Those in the know begin chanting his name; they’re on their feet applauding a sight they never thought they’d see in CMV.

They circle each other around the ring as Sir Gersilion exits, leaving these two to their own fate. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Slate asks incredulously. “This is MY ring. MY show. Show me some respect!”

10|EL, wild eyed, doesn’t respond. Instead he puts his legs shoulder width apart then raises his arms into the air in his signature taunt, drawing a louder reaction from the crowd. He stands there for several seconds, right in front of Slate’s face who doesn’t know how to react to this. At least not at first, but then Slate does what he does best.

He rocks 10|EL with a hard right to the jaw. 10|EL touches his fingers to his lips then smirks. An action that only pisses off Slate even more. He throws out another punch that 10|EL blocks and in a flash he wrestles Slate down to the mat with an arm bar! Slate flails his limbs around before 10|EL can do any serious damage, then all of a sudden it’s Slate who manages to get himself back in control, pulling his arm free then wrapping his arms around 10|El’s neck. He’s looking for Slayed by Slate!

But 10|EL kicks away Slate’s legs, breaking the champ’s bridge, then the former NGW wrestler takes Slate’s arm again and pulls the champ up to his feet. 10|EL wrenches the arm only for Slate to fight back with a dirty rake to the eyes drawing heated boos from the crowd. Slate shakes his arm trying to get some feeling back into the limb. He goes back on the offensive, taking 10|EL by the arm and shooting him across the ring toward the ropes.

10|EL rebounds right back into Slate’s waiting arms, and Slate spins him around looking for a tilt-a-whirl something or other, but we never find out because 10|EL reverses mid move, wrapping his body around Slate’s in an Octopus Hold and then he grabs the arm threatening to pull the shoulder right out of the socket.

Insatia! Insatia! 10|EL has his patented submission hold locked in, and Slate’s cries of pain almost overpower the thousands screaming in joy, happy to see this egotistical man get his comeuppance. Slate’s in so much agony that he can’t even support 10|EL’s body weight anymore. He falls to a knee, and then nearly face plants on the mat, all the while 10|EL is pulling on that arm for dear life.

Tapping doesn’t do anything, in fact that only drives 10|EL to wrench the arm even further back coming closer and closer to just snapping it in half! Eventually Slate succumbs to the pain. His eyes close and his body goes limp and only then does 10|EL finally let go.

The acting sensation crawls over to where Slate dropped the United States Championship what feels like days ago and takes the prestigious belt in his hands. 10|EL slowly rises and raises his arms in the air, busting out that taunt again in front of an applauding audience, who like the sight of him holding that title, and over Slate who is clutching his shoulder.

And that’s the image we’re left with before the pay per view fades into a video package of day one’s main event. A new challenger has surfaced, and he has already left his mark.