WHAT COMES NEXT?

The arena is pitch black and filled with silence. The lights slowly turn on to reveal Scott Diamond standing in the ring oddly enough receiving cheers from the crowd in attendance. Scott looks startled and definitely confused as he goes to talk.

Scott: Wrestle Elites X went down in history as one of the greatest moments in my career. No scratch that, as one of the greatest moments this entire industry has ever witnessed when I retired that piece of garbage from wrestling forever.

F*ck you Mike chants completely overtake the arena as Scott looks on smiling.

Scott: Now do you all see it? Do you all see the side of this man I said I saw every day of my life growing up?

The crowd begins to cheer for Scott once again as he plays into it.

Scott: The drunk that couldn’t remember when my birthday was. The miserable jerk that would tell me this business wasn’t meant for me. Well guess what!? I’m the one that took your old ass out to the pasture and shot you directly between the damn eyes!

Thank you Scott Chants fill the arena as he surprisingly smiles.

Scott: Every damn superstar on that roster told me it couldn’t be done. They told me there is no way I was going to beat him alone. They continued to tell me at every turn that I couldn’t even hold his bags.

Scott looks directly into the camera.

Scott: Even my brothers in arms said I couldn’t do it. It even went as far as one of them actually hoping and wishing that I wouldn’t just do they could selfishly continue struggling to fight a man that was way past his prime. And now after beating him at Wrestle Elite X I am not sure what’s worse…… The fact that Black hasn’t beat him one on one yet or the fact that I’m pretty sure he’s jealous of my success against that bum.

The crowd let’s out an oweeeeee that is echoing through the stadium.

Scott: So next year to anyone in the back that tries me, just remember that Wrestle Elite is my damn show! Stop underestimateing me and put the respect on my name that I deserve!

Scott: But enough talking about a wretched old man who stayed a decade past his prime. Let’s talk about the brand new arena we are standing in……

Before Scott can even finish Rush chants fill the arena.

Scott: Tonight is the return of Rush and there is no one bigger on this roster that is better than me to open up this show! Mr. Elite X times over is here to do as he wishes!

Scott Chants continues to roll in surprising the tag team champion.

Scott: Tonight me and my Golden Age partner Lawrence will be in tag team action and once again we will be the ones to steal this show. After tonight is done once again people won’t be talking about a certain world champion over here on this roster because they will be outperformed by the tag team champs as usual.

Scott winks at the camera.

Scott: Kent don’t forget to keep my belt warm because when I decide I want it back, I will take it from you faster than the Thanos snap I performed at Wrestle Elite X.

The camera fades to black as Scott leaves the ring heading to the backstage area.

HAKU*  vs  CAT BOB

* Baine makes his way down to the ring as he avoids the fans from touching him at the ramp way. He gets in the ring and grabs a microphone *

Baine: *stands quietly and stares out into the masses of the VCW universe*

*There’s a mixture of welcome back and asshole chants coming from the crowd*

Baine: *Raises the mic* You all can shut the hell up I didn’t come out here to see you. I simply came out here for two reasons…

*The entire arena erupts in boos and asshole chants*

Baine: First I need to say Kent your ass got lucky at Wrestleltitle X and if I wasn’t distracted by showtime I think we would have a new champion that night so here’s what I’m thinking…You owe me Lassiter and to make it clear you owe me a shot at that title around your waist because whether I was distracted or not I saved your sorry ass and kept you from losing your championship to any of us that night especially showtime isn’t that right Mr.Champ.

*Baine gives a smirk*

Baine: Now you could refuse my challenge and hide but what would be the fun in that? don’t you want to show everyone that you can beat me one on one? I don’t think you can especially not after Wrestlelite. So Kent I’ll give you a week to think it over and if I don’t get an answer back well there’s gonna be consequences.

*Crowd continues to chant asshole*

Baine: As for the second thing tonight I face Frank Walker….Frank *nods* Walker. Who the hell is Frank Walker? I am a man of a Elite rank, The Saint of this company and they have the one and only Prestigious Saint fighting some no body..who’s next dare I say Catbob?

Hell I might as well be wrestling for my old friend Eric phalens company.

Baine: Frank tonight I’m gonna wipe the floor with you and I’ll make sure you don’t get up not even for a three count. You dont belong in this company…hell you don’t belong in this business but I’ll tell you what the saint is a good guy I can always get you a job polishing my boots or carrying my bags but as for you standing in the ring with the one and only Prestigious Saint sorry kid you just don’t belong.

*Baine drops the mic and hops out the ring walking up the ramp to the stage as camera cuts to the announcer table*

Frank Walker vs Baine

The Golden Age*  vs  Ahmed & Earl Dixon

After the match Earl and Ahmed shake hands and then Ahmed calls for a microphone.

Ahmed: Dennis Black…… You are a lucky man that is for sure.

Earl pats Ahmed on the back while F*CK you Mike chants start in the arena again.

Ahmed: Damn right I can’t agree with y’all more. You see a normal man would be sitting in this ring crying why Mike why? A normal man would be out here crying about losing the opportunity that they gained that very few have.

Ahmed walks around the ring as he continues to talk.

Ahmed: Nah that ain’t me. I’m going to sit here and tell you right now that Black next time we meet in this ring you are going to be begging for Mike to be returning to save your ass once again.

An excited Earl runs a lap around the ring getting the crowd to cheer Ahmed on.

Ahmed: As you’re learning Black Golden Age stop me, can’t stop anyone I team with, hell Earl and me just had a war with the tag champs and I pinned Lawrence yet again. So believe me when I say yours is coming in just a matter of time.

Earl runs up beside Ahmed lowering the microphone to his level.

Earl: Can’t stop, won’t stop, never gonna stop, ain’t no way any army can pull us away from beating the good old black and gold!

The crowd pops as Earl does another lap around the ring and Ahmed just cracks a smile.

Ahmed: What he just said!

Ahmed looks at the camera.

Ahmed: But Mike, I am not sure when or how, but I am going to find your unemployed ass and give you a beating worse than your son gave you at Elite trust that and see you soon.

Ahmed tosses the microphone aside as him and Earl continue to celebrate their big win over Golden Age.

MAIN EVENT

A  CLASH OF CHAMPIONS

Alexia Cummings*  vs  Madison Cox*

[VCW RUSH – END OF SHOW PROMO: “THE BIG BANG”]

The lights flicker. Sirens wail softly in the background. A red hue bleeds over the arena. The screen glitches, then goes black. A deep rumble begins… as if something ancient is waking. A static-laced voice, familiar yet warped, begins to speak…

VOICE (V.O.):
“They said MAYHEM was just a moment… a spark in the dark.
But they were wrong.
Retribution… is a force.
Revolution… is inevitable.
And when it collides with your fragile illusions of power…
It will create a BIG BANG that resets the entire universe.”

Flashes of chaos—masked figures, championship belts shattering into pieces, echoes of battles past. Then… silence. A shadowed figure appears behind smoke. Unrecognizable. Unstoppable.

VOICE (cont’d):
“The INVICTUS…
That precious creation of the so-called administration…
Your beacon of pride, prestige… of CONTROL…
Will be wiped CLEAN.
Erased.
Not by a man… but by a reckoning.”

The word “INVICTUS” appears on screen—then violently cracks down the middle. It shatters like glass, revealing the word: “MAYHEM.”

VOICE (growing louder):
“You can rebuild your rules.
You can name your chosen warriors.
You can cling to your golden belts and paper crowns.
But when the final shot is fired,
when the smoke clears…
there will be no thrones left to sit on.
Just ashes.”

The camera zooms toward the eyes of the shadowed figure—burning with fury and control. The screen trembles. Then…

VOICE (final whisper):
“The Big Bang is coming…
And when it hits…
All that remains…
is complete KHAOS.”

—The RUSH logo flickers, then disintegrates into static. The show ends. The crowd sits in stunned silence. No answers. No peace. Only the echo of a storm on the horizon…