Unstoppable #17

As the crew was putting the finishing touches on the celebration with wooden tables surrounding the ring. Golden colored tablecloths covered the wooden surface as different pictures of First Class decorated the tabletops. With the instrumental version of “Money” fading off into the background, the boos and jeers directed towards IC3 and company was a telling sign of how the people in Missouri felt. The smile across IC3’s was all retort he needed, this didn’t bother him… he had the company under his thumb, his tyrannical mentality paid off. Within the ring stood of course, IC3 in a gold colored suit and gold rimmed aviators. Another person that’s been seen with IC3 recently—he wore a dress shirt and slacks, he had his hair brushed backwards and too had a smile on his face. IC3’s attorney who we met earlier when Drew Stevenson was served the paperwork of the default judgment against him in IC3’s restraining order; Eugene B. Varano gave the crowd a sarcastic round of applause. Delsin Oswald and TJ Bryce, the other members of First Class.. a few bigger built security guards with black shirts and black cargo pants was in the area and of course, IC3’s charity tag team; The Skylarks who barely weighed in at a combined two hundred and fifty pounds.

IC3: OK.. OK.. You can silence now.

The crowd would do anything to spite IC3 so they grew LOUDER with their reaction toward him.

IC3: Boo all you want, just boo.. quietly, the adults are trying to communicate here!

More boo’s filed in, jeers.. hisses even chants begun to start up in different sections of the arena. IC3 moved the microphone away from his lips as his associate with the brushed back hair informed him of something- bringing a cocky grin across Mister Cornelius’ face.

IC3: I’ve been told that… I can fight fire with fire! Sound crew, turn up the level of the microphone! Max it out, let’s see them boo over that!

Tapping the microphone a few times, the crowd was completely drowned out by how obnoxiously loud the sound level was. IC3 chuckled at the result and lifted the microphone once more.

IC3: This is as close as you’re going to get to the word of God, so enjoy it!

Boos tried to overtake IC3 but he simply tapped the microphone again which left off a loud >THUMP< sound, the crowd knew they were powerless.

IC3: Now before I was so rudely interrupted, I would like to inform the classless MISERIANS that I will not stand for having my show hijacked by a bunch of wannabes. This MY show, this is MY arena this is MY company and if you continue to disrespect me- I am going to follow the footsteps of the great Stan Kronke and leave you empty and take MSW to the greater state in California!

That got a pretty loud reaction all as IC3 nodded.

IC3: That’s right! You best know your roles, shut your mouths and watch in awe as I present to you the greatest assembly of talent on MY green Earth!

Allow me to introduce you to my assistant, a man who if by some chance my immunity is compromised and I fall victim to a cold- a flu, or a virus which will never happen because I would simply pay a doctor to cure me of medicine not yet available to the classless likes of you—Mister Edward Trampke will be responsible for the day to day activities! Please give Mister Trampke a round of applause!

A faint chant could be heard catching fire through the arena now…


IC3: I assure you… Trampke does NOT suck! In fact, Mister Trampke is a former wrestler himself, he participated in intramural wrestling in elementary and intermediate school so he knows what it means to be “one of the guys.”

Ed Trampke seemed absolutely honored to be at IC3’s side as he worded “thank you” to his boss. IC3 turned his attention to Varano, who really needed to introduction after the happenings on Twitter with Drew Stevenson and of course—the filing of a temporary injunction to ban Stevenson from the arena.

IC3: And you’ve all met the greatest attorney to practice law… Mister Eugene B. Varano! Due to concerns of my safety as well as needed legal advice before speaking to any of you MISERIANS, Mister Varano will be at my side, always. Please give Mister Varano a round of applause!

A loud fan managed to boom over the rest with a loud yell of-


Varano’s eyes lit up as he moved towards the ropes and pointed at the fan’s direction.

Eugene B. Varano: SLANDER! I WILL OWN YOU! KEEP IT UP!

IC3 also pointed in the fan’s direction as he cleared his throat.

IC3: Security I want that fan found and removed from the building! I want him trespassed off of the property, we will not stand for silly show hijackings here! This isn’t some low-class collection, this is First Class!


IC3: What “sucks” is your creativity, is that the best you could come up with!? I figured that you would be staying up all night, drinking cans of Government bought Monster energy drinks attempting to figure out how to ‘outsmart’ us.. which has failed. You’re all failures, that’s why you’re paying to watch the show instead of running it like I do. So congratulations on mediocrity MISERIANS, you deserve it.

More boo’s filled in, IC3 simply tapped the mic again which caused it to cease.

IC3: I need to introduce two more very.. very important people in my life before we can honor the greatest professional wrestling champion in history. First—my children. My dear.. dear, beautiful- intelligent, genetically equal daughter.. you my dear, will someday own all of this. You will own all of these people, they will be your servants, and they will tremble at your presence and worship the ground you walk on not because you are beautiful, but rather, because you are a Cornelius.

Speaking in regards to his daughter, a beautiful tanned brunette with quite the body on her that was decorated with a dress that was classy and matched the color of her father’s suit.

IC3: Isabelle Cornelius, take a look at your subjects—each of them!

Izzy, as she was called by her father was as spoiled as they came. When she asked for something, she got it with no questions asked. That continued as she got older, making her nearly intolerable to be around to a normal person who worked for everything in their life they had. Izzy faked a smile, all as she gave a Miss Universe styled wave to the fans—that was as IC3 wiped a ‘tear’ from the corner of his eye as he controlled his ‘sniffle’ before looking at the other unidentified man in the ring, this one looked.. out of place. He had the typical ‘messy hair’ style that college kids rocked, a pair of cut slacks with Air Force Ones on his feet. IC3 didn’t have quite the same reaction to him as he did towards his daughter; there was an obvious difference how he looked at both.

IC3: And this is my son, Isaac Cornelius.. the Fourth.

IC4, the “Tommy Boy” of the family—someone who was born into such prestige and power but was oblivious what to do with it was the exact opposite of his sister. Izzy at least was smart enough to know that she one day would inherit her father’s fortune and worth, IC4 was seemingly too stupid to grasp that concept. The way IC3 looked and spoke of IC4, even now, was enough to show that he was disgusted at his namesake… but at least he had his daughter.

IC3: Calm down son, don’t get too excited before you suffer another ‘brainpain,’ remember those?

Shaking his head, IC3 sighed before IC4 tried to straighten up his posture and get serious before breaking out in laughter as he nudged his sister to which she didn’t like.

IC3: .. moron.


The crowd seemed to absolutely LOVE IC4-

IC3: See son, they all have in something in common with you!

A backhanded compliment at his son and an obvious dig at the people, IC3 moved to the center of the ring where Trampke shot the double gun motion towards the ramp and caused the lights in the arena to dim. With a bright strobe light from above pointed down directly on IC3, he continued speaking—

IC3: .. and now, the main attraction of the evening. Ladies and gentlemen- get off of your lazy backsides; stand in awe at the FACE of Missouri State Wrestling… A man who did not “sell out” as some claim, but rather—a man that bought in on the concept of corporate structure and a man who understands what it means to be ‘First Class.’ I introduce to you… the Missouri State Wrestling Heavyweight Champion.. TOOMMMMMYYYYY.. ANNNNGEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

A drum-roll sounded over the PA system before kicking in was once again the instrumental version of “Money” by Pink Floyd. Moving slowly through the curtain we see the one-time hardcore fan favorite, now corporate, suit wearing superstar..

Alex Smith: .. is our mics back on?! I can’t believe he turned us off!

Alex Bradford: Shut up Smith! What did the memo say!? DON’T SAY ANYTHING DURING IC3’S PRESENCE!

Alex Smith: NO! We are commentators, we’re doing our job! I’m not going to let Napoleon Cornelius Bonaparte dictate when I can and can’t do my job!

Alex Bradford: You’re going to get fired with that attitude- so continue with it. Go on; test the boss- we saw what happened to Drew Stevenson and Scotty Addams- you think he cares about a freakin’ commentator?! I’m not pushing my luck, you can though!

Alex Smith: You’re a coward, just like Tommy Angel is! How could he turn his back on the people that got him here?! He spit in each and every face of the people who supported him!

Alex Bradford: ….

A secondary strobe light, of course not as bright as IC3’s, but bright nonetheless shined down on Tommy as he looked… the part. A freshly shaven head, a gold colored suit and the MSW Championship high above his head as he hoisted it in the air—the fans let him know what they thought of him with equally as loud cheers and boos!

Alex Smith: He deserves this! He turned his back on these people.. for a championship?! For a damn taste of glory?! Now he’s locked in with the devil himself, IC3, for God knows how long!

Bradford reserved the right to remain silent- which he did. As Tommy moved down the aisle, he stepped onto each metal stair slowly, making sure not to scuff his alligator skinned shoes and wiped his feet on the ring apron as IC3 sent Trampke towards the ropes—which led to Trampke opening it for the champ as Tommy thanked him with a smile and a nod of his head. Tommy of course took his time getting into the ring—once he did, he embraced Izzy with a hug, Varano with a handshake, IC4 with a handshake as IC4 tried to do some weird—NFL styled secret handshake—clearly apparent that Tommy had no idea what he was doing—and then finally, like a proud father, IC3 embraced Tommy—a championship son with a hug that was nothing short of epic.

Alex Bradford: Congratulations Tommy, you got all of this—at the price of the people who got you here and of course, the dibs on your soul…

The lights in the arena shot went back to normal as the theme faded off the PA—the crowd was still rowdy and angry at Tommy for throwing away the support he had worked so hard to earn from them through the course of his career. IC3 tapped the microphone which sent that same echoed boom through the arena which got the fans to stop speaking as IC3 nodded with a HUGE smile on.

IC3: I know that you MISERIANS are used to having seconds… first the GREAT NINER Joe Montana—the GREAT Raider-

The Montana dig didn’t get a big reception but the mere mention of the Raiders brought out a whole new bunch of boos from the crowd.

IC3: .. Marcus Allen, and now.. a Niner decent, Alex Smith who you hang your hat on as your savior… Yeah, OK. I know you thought Drew Stevenson, another MISERIAN would be the man to save you from my Cornelius Empire, but he’s not even in the building. Scotty Addams is off crying in a corner after Tommy destroyed his pathetic career at Unstoppable—meaning.. if you did not already see it, we’re the single most dominate and unstoppable force in Professional Wrestling! There is nothing that can or will stop what we’re set to do—as Thomas, alongside I and the rest of First Class… owns the industry.


IC3: Now—you will shut up and listen to YOUR champion.. Mister.. Thomas, Angel.. Thomas…

Extending the microphone out to Tommy, Tommy grabbed at it but before he could utter a single word an unfamiliar theme begun to pulsate through the arena.

Alex Smith: What the?!

The same image that mysteriously was sent to MSW a few weeks ago with a skull headed Benjamin Franklin and a black bandana tied around the lower portion of his face instantly lit up the tron hanging above the entrance ramp.


All as the eight members of First Class didn’t know what to make of it. The strange sound kicked in an actual song..


The fans too were unsure over what was going on.

Alex Smith: What’s going on?! Who hijacked the PA system?!

And then—the roof was almost blown off the arena. A camera caught two figures moving through the crowd- one was a lot more recognizable than the other—and when the tron’s feed cut to the shot of the man, the fans broke into a frenzy…

Alex Smith: Oh.. My.. God.. T- Th.. THAT’S.. DON’T TELL ME.. THAT’S.. FRANKIE COCHEESE?!

Surely enough, Frankie Cocheese with a black fitted cap on- the brim pointed forward and a black bandana with the skull Benajmin Franklin head was printed over it. As the fans reached out to try and touch Frankie, he continued to move through the sea of people- behind him- a HUGE figure, big.. tattooed and vicious looking.

Alex Smith: AND THAT’S BARREL! BARREL FROM GOLDEN GATE WRESTLING! THE MAN THAT WAS A PART OF THE SHORT LIVED ELITE FOUR WITH DREW STEVENSON! WHAT THE HELL IS BARREL DOING WITH FRANKIE COCHEESE?!


The crowd was going wild as Cocheese hopped the barricade- all as Barrel simply stepped over it with his LONG legs. With the theme still blasting through the arena- IC3 was FURIOUS with what was going on, shouting at the two figures from inside the ring—Varano did the same with threats of litigation. Frankie, being Frankie simply brought his right hand up and shot First Class the bird.

Alex Smith: COCHEESE JUST FLIPPED THE BOSS AND HIS GOONS OFF!

IC3 shouted at security to take care of the situation—sliding outside of the ring, they tried to rush the two figures but Barrel charged forward and cleaned BOTH security guards out with a HUGE double clothesline.

Alex Smith: WHAT IMPACT BY THE BIG MAN!

Alex Bradford: THIS IS ASSAULT! THIS IS TRESSPASSING!

Continuing to bark orders at his associates- IC3, Varano, Izzy, Tommy and TJ Bryce were shielded by the gung-ho Skylarks, Delsin Oswald, Ed Trampke and IC4 as Frankie and Barrel got into the ring. The Skylarks being The Skylarks made the first move as Barrel stepped forward once again and slapped each hand around the two skinny guy’s throats- with ease lifted them both up and hit a DOUBLE chokeslam!

Alex Smith: BARREL JUST KILLED THE SKYLARKS!

Alex Bradford: WHAT’D THEY EVER DO TO HIM?!

Rolling out of the ring, clutching their lower backs in pain… Barrel had eliminated four men in seconds. Oswald was the next to shoot forward, his impressive physique and conditioning made him a much more complicated target than the dumb Skylarks, but it was nothing Frankie Cocheese couldn’t handle. Frankie ducked beneath Oswald’s in—coming clothesline attempt, hit the ropes and on the rebound-

Alex Smith: TOE TAGGER! OH MY GOD FRANKIE TURNED OSWALD INSIDE OUT!

Oswald was dropped- the protection thinned out. As Trampke tried to be “one of the guys” and communicate with Frankie to get him to stop- Frankie flipped him off- IN HIS FACE and kicked him in the stomach as Barrel quickly stepped over his head and with one swift motion lifted him into the air- adjusted his position by turning towards the ropes and POWERBOMBED Trampke from WITHIN the ring to the OUTSIDE- sending him CRASHING through one of the tables set up!

Alex Smith: FIRST CLASS IS GETTING ABSOLUTELY DEMOLISHED!


IC4 didn’t learn from the others and too rushed forward in an attempt to play the hero, all as Frankie took the fight to him with huge rights and lefts, each bouncing off of IC4’s face before he backed himself into the ropes. Exploding forward as a stumbling IC4 tried to correct his footing, Frankie- much like he did with Delsin Oswald nearly ripped IC4’s head off with ANOTHER Toe Tagger!

Alex Smith: THIS IS ABSOLUTELY CRAZY! TWO MEN HAVE MANAGED TO WIPE AMOST THE ENTIRE FIRST CLASS!

With IC4 nearly out cold, Barrel stepped over him and reached down- slapping BOTH hands across IC4’s throat in the process. Once again showing that unreal strength of his- he lifted IC4 from a downed position into the air above him- took a few quick steps and much like he did with Trampke- threw IC4 from IN the ring OUT and OVER the ropes- down onto ANOTHER table set up outside!

Alex Smith: FIRST A TOE TAGGER- NOW HE GOT DOUBLE HANDED CHOKESLAMMED FROM IN THE RING TO OUT OF IT- WHAT ELEVATION! WHAT RAW POWER BY THIS BIG MAN!

And then.. there was no one to stand in their way. IC3.. Tommy.. izzy.. Varano and Teej looked at each other and before Frankie could storm forward or Barrel could get his hands on them- they exited the ring. A chorus of boos sounded over the music that STILL rung through the arena as IC3.. was livid. His face had turned a shade of red probably from his blood pressure being through the roof, Tommy made sure to have Izzy behind him as he was protecting her. TJ Bryce’s eyes was wide as he had seen a lot, but an amount of destruction that vast and that fast.. was unreal. Varano of course was shouting legal threats at Frankie and Barrel- all as both men stood in the center of the ring, staring on at First Class.

Alex Smith: Guilty by association- that’s what The Skylarks, Ed Trampke, Delsin Oswald and IC4 were! The way IC3 treats people and handles business came back to bite them in the rear-end tonight as Frankie Cocheese and his MASSIVE friend, Barrel just went THROUGH First Class!

The crowd continued to chant in Frankie’s direction all as Cocheese yanked the bandana down and away from his mouth, moving toward the ropes facing the ramp- he jumped onto the bottom rope and pointed in the still standing direction of First Class-


Tommy clutched the title near his chest as he shook his head violently at Frankie’s remark all as Frankie turned toward Barrel and with his left hand- put up a “C” motion in sign language—Barrel did the same, but with his right hand as it was some sort of.. group signal.

Alex Smith: WHAT A NIGHT! WE’RE OUT OF TIME HERE, BUT PLEASE MAKE SURE TO JOIN US FOR THE NEXT UNSTOPPABLE… IT’S SAFE TO SAY THAT WITH WHAT JUST HAPPENED MORE FIREWORKS ARE IN STORE FOR US! GOOD NIGHT FOLKS!

Alex Bradford: VARANO IS GOING TO OWN HIM IN COURT! WHAT A THUG!

And just like that.. the last shot of First Class, or what was left of it backing up the ramp, enraged with what just happened was seen.. as the feed faded to black.