Freddy Whoa: Kicking of Revenge on PPV tonight and … what?
Erin Robbins: I have been informed that there are some issues outside the arena tonight....
Freddy Whoa: We're taking you now to our cameraman in the car park.
Eric Price's limousine has pulled up into the car park under the arena, but he is unable to move from the limo as it is being blocked by a huge group of people, all holding giant placards on sticks and chanting various slogans.
Protester #1: Gender Dysmorphia is a serious issue!!
Protester #2: LGBT support EricA Price!!
Eric looks both angry and a little helpless as this exact moment as the protesters continue to shout their slogans and chants at him, pressing in closer until he is backed up right against his limo.
Eric Price: What.... What is this?! What are you people doing at my arena?! GET OUT OF MY WAY! NOW!!
The protesters keep waving their signs, a couple of them even smack the signs against the limo roof as they grow angrier at Eric yelling at them.
Protester #2: How dare you run your company as a fascist! This is AMERICA!
Eric starts to push his way past the protesters as they continue to yell at him with annoyance.
Eric Price: Ohhh SHUT up!
Eric makes it to the entrance, as he does he turns and smirks at the security just inside the door.
Eric Price: I want them gone.... NOW!
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Eric's attempts to have "EricA" fired is firing some people up.... heh
Erin Robbins: Eric is trying to save face for EPPW right now, Ana's actions are abhorrent!
Stone by Alice in Chains hits and Revenge is live on Pay Per View! The fans of Madison Square Garden roar as we go to Zach and Shannan - er - Freddy and Erin.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Listen to those fans, welcome to REVENGE!
Erin Robbins: Hell of a night we've got tonight. Thirteen matches. Which is totally coincidental and not related to the upcoming XIII show, which hopefully we can somehow get cancelled or something.
Freddy Whoa: Well, we've got some big matches for tonight, that's for sure. Steve Orbit in his first PPV Title defense, up against the winner of the Ultimate Showdown match, Nathan von Liebert.
Erin Robbins: It's been a long month for Steve Orbit. First, Waylon Cash and the rest of S-PAC ruin his first Slam as Champion. Then he's defeated by Bravado.
Freddy Whoa: He did get some revenge for that defeat last week, Erin. But yes, Nathan von Liebert mutilated one of Orbit's... uh, friends... Rose, and the two just about tore the house down to end last week's show. I'm sure Orbit can't wait to get revenge tonight!, no pun intended.
Erin Robbins: It's going to be a successful night for Bravado. Eric Price is going to defend his Internet and Elite Titles against Jay Price's United States Title. Everything is on the line in this TLC match. Then we've got Sarah Twilight's return to the ring!
Freddy Whoa: Logan called himself Mr. EPPW, and Eric Price took exception to that. After everything Logan did in the past involving Sarah Twilight, I'm quite sure she'll also be looking for revenge.. another pun, I'm sorry.. for all that embarrassment.
Erin Robbins: Morientes started a personal campaign against Bravado by beating up Seth Lerch last week like a coward. Tonight, Jonathan Jakobs shows Morientes just how much of a mistake that was.
Freddy Whoa: Frank Patrick Venable looks to do the impossible by taking down Steeltoe Joe and winning the People's Championship. Joe has held that belt for MONTHS, defending against all comers, and appears to be unbeatable.
Erin Robbins: He IS unbeatable, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: FPV has done the impossible before though - no one ever thought he'd take the World Title from Jonny Fly!
Erin Robbins: We'd had Odin Balfore versus The Polar Phantasm for the undisputed Hardcore Championship booked, but last week Polar seemingly disappeared, which caused him to be stripped of the belt - and also caused Jeff Purse to lose the Television Championship to NBK Inc. That's why Bravado is better than Cryogenix - no one in Bravado would've let something like that happen!
Freddy Whoa: We don't know what happened but I'm sure there was some foul play involved, Erin, I wouldn't blame Polar too quickly. Anyway those events lead us to tonight: Jeff Purse against Odin Balfore, looking to recapture his Hardcore Title.
Erin Robbins: S-PAC defends their Tag Team Titles against the Angels of Death. Ana Valentine, John Gobble, and Waylon Cash face Oblivion, Terry Roberts, and Night Rider. After everything S-PAC has put EPPW through, I hate to say it but I hope the AoD takes them down.
Freddy Whoa: Tek, Havok, Aaron Pearle, and John Barber have all developed some issues over the past few weeks... leading to tonight's No DQ elimination match, with the winner receiving a Title shot of his choice!
Erin Robbins: Big opportunity, that's for sure.
Freddy Whoa: After Adam Young's team, NBK Inc., won the TV Title, they're defending against Tyler Walker and Biohazard. This is an interesting era for the TV Title, that's for sure.
Erin Robbins: A lot of personal issues between Matthew Robinson and Lionheart hopefully get resolved tonight as they face each other in a Tables match. Lionheart has been terrorizing Robinson in several underhanded ways since he showed up here and hopefully it ends tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Also, we've got the 3rd Generation Badass facing The Rookie. There couldn't be two more opposite wrestlers in the world.
Erin Robbins: Denise D'Evil faces the one and only Vengeance, and we have a Triple Threat between Deuce Maximus, Eli the Kid, and Jordan Caliban!
Freddy Whoa: Phew, that was a lot to talk about. Let's just start the show!
Hero (Legion of Doom Remix) by Skillet begins to boom on the speakers after the lights start to revolve around the arena they center on the stage. Eli pops out from the ground and throws up his hands. He runs up the ramp and stops at the ring. He jumps onto the apron and grabs the top rope. He flips over the top rope and walks over to the left ring post near the ramp. He starts to pose for the audience. He drops back in the ring and turns around. He waits for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: The following is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Memphis, Tennessee, he is ‘The Underdog Hero’, Eli the KID!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What a pop for the Kid!
Erin Robbins: Big deal. The Kid is one of the smallest guys on the roster, and unless he can manipulate things in his favor he’s going to have a hard time dealing with these guys.
Freddy Whoa: They aren’t that much bigger than he is, Erin.
Erin Robbins: But they still ARE.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Relax! What did I do to you?
The lights in the arena dims as the sounds of electricity crackling can be heard. Suddenly a bright flash of electricity strikes the center of the ramp entrance. Once the smoke clears, Deuce is standing there smirking towards the ring. 'Run like Hell' by Pink Floyd jumps in and Deuce walks to the ring, reaching his arms out to give fans fives, both high and low, occasionally too slow. As he slides into the ring and stands center, lightning flashes from the four corners. Deuce pulls off his 'mythic' T-shirt and tosses it to the crowd then hops to a middle turnbuckle. He does a 'lookout' before he smirks and gives a finger-guns to a sign he finds clever. He hops down and waits for the bell.
Kyle Steel: And his opponents, first, from Mobile, Alabama, he is ‘MYTHIC’ Deuce MAXIMUS!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Deuce Maximus showing up with a big pop as well, Erin!
Erin Robbins: It’s not about the size of the pops, Freddy; it’s about the power of the moves.
Freddy Whoa: I’m… I don’t know why I even talk to you. I’m done; wake me when this match is over.
Erin Robbins: Whoa! What are you talking about?
Freddy Whoa: And don’t you EVER say that. That is MY WORD!
Freddy switches of his microphone and turns away, kicking his feet up on the guardrail only to jerk it away as the fans grab at his leg and turns back around. He switches the mic back on.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! These fans are going crazy! I think I’ll stay here…
Erin Robbins: That’s a good decision, Frederick.
Freddy Whoa: It’s Freddy.
Erin Robbins: Whatever…
The entrance begins with the song screaming out "BETWEEN THE SEASONS WE FIND ROOM" song goes crazy to get the fans amped and as it slows down Jordan walks out to the ramp singing his own theme song into the face of the fans and trying to get them hyped up. Around the 25 mark as the singer starts screaming again he faces the ring and bounces on the spot as the song starts to build to the chorus he sprints at the ring diving in feet first kips up to his feet just in time to scream "COME ON!!!" as the song does. He then perches himself on the top rope to await the match begin.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent, from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, he is Jordan CALIBAN!
Freddy Whoa: And I bet you’re going to say that Mr. Caliban is too flashy for his own good too?
Erin Robbins: Well, he made more of an impact than the other two. I can admit that much, for sure.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! You actually said something positive about someone other than Eric Price and Sarah Twilight! That’s a first!
Erin Robbins: I’m sure you’ve been told this before… Shut up!
< DING-DING-DING! >
As the echo of the ring bell fades out, the three competitors look to one another, sizing one another up. Almost in unison, Eli and Caliban start to enclose around Deuce Maximus, and Eli takes the first shot with a strong roundhouse style kick toward the ribs of Deuce. He swings another, but Maximus blocks it, only for Caliban to connect with a sharp elbow to the face. Deuce stumbles backwards, and Jordan follows it up with a big jumping kick that takes him to the mat. Caliban lands and spins around and Eli catches him with a strong side kick that sends him stumbling into the ropes. Eli tries to follow it with a running crossbody, but Caliban manages to use the Kid’s momentum to throw him over the top rope and down to the floor.
Erin Robbins: And I was absolutely right, Caliban showing the most effective use of strategy and ability in this match.
Freddy Whoa: But it’s only the early going, Erin! Don’t count anyone out just yet!
Caliban grabs Maximus and pulls him up to his feet, but before he can do anything, the bigger man catches him with a quick knee to the gut, and follows it up with a hard right, but Caliban ducks it! Maximus, having a good awareness of his surroundings though, grabs Jordan with his left arm and sets him up for a reverse DDT! Maximus gets to his feet and turns around to see Eli still trying to regain his bearings down on the floor, and drops to cover Jordan.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! A nice DDT there by Deuce, but Jordan Caliban showing a strong kickout before the two!
Erin Robbins: It’s still early, Freddy. Nobody would really lose that quickly.
As Maximus gets to his feet, he reaches down to pull Cali up with him, but Jordan catches him with an elbow and follows it up with a nice kick to the back of the leg that has Deuce wobbily. Caliban kips up to his feet with a thud, and the crowd gives a bit of a pop for him as catches Maximus with the Angle Cutter! But before he can drop down to pin, he turns to his other opponent, and Eli the Kid is waiting for him. He catches Caliban with a diving hurricanrana, and immediately drops for the pin on Jordan.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! This could be it!
Erin Robbins: Not a chance.
Maximus has the wherewithal to break up the count before the three, and pulls the Kid up to his feet, locking in a nice double armbar behind Eli’s back. Eli tries to drop to his knees, but Deuce doesn’t let it happen, and the Kid’s feet hit the mat again as he screams out in pain. He’s flailing, trying to get out of it, and as he seems to manage to pull himself free, Deuce drags Eli in and puts him in a full nelson hold. He takes Eli up and looks to hit him with a face sweep, but Caliban knocks Deuce’s legs out from under him and sends him stumbling backwards into the corner with Eli backing into him as well. Eli goes bouncing off the ropes and goes running, hitting Deuce with a dropkick in the corner. As he gets to his feet, though, Caliban rolls him up from behind for a pin attempt.
Kickout by Eli, and Caliban gets back to his feet quickly, only to be met with an elbow to the back of the head by Deuce Maximus. Deuce grabs Caliban and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, running after him, but Eli catches him with a knee to the gut that has him reeling, and follows it up with a picture-perfect tilt-a-whirl head scissors, and he transitions it into a smooth single-arm DDT that sprawls Deuce out on the ground.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Now this is a nice move here!
Caliban, in the meantime, had gotten to the top rope, and seizing his opportunity, nails the Caliboom! He hits the imploding 630, and the crowd pops HUGE! He pins Deuce Maximus after hitting his finisher.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That was SO close!
Erin Robbins: I almost didn’t think Eli the Kid would break up the pin in time.
But indeed, Eli broke up the pin, and pulling Caliban to his feet, he catches the taller man with a kick to the gut and sets Jordan up for a suplex, but as he tries to go up for it, Caliban blocks it, and sends him flipping overhead into a hangman position.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Jordan Caliban hits an insane jawbreaker on Eli the Kid!
Erin Robbins: I can see now why he calls it the Crack a Smile jawbreaker.
Caliban gets to his feet, and sees an opportunity, grabbing Eli to set him up for his crippler crossface chokehold, the Two Tone Pass Out. But before he can get it locked in, the lights in the arena go out, and an ominous glow lights up on the jumbotron. Bright white letters start to glow on the screen.
WAR IS COMING
They fade out.
THE WEAK SHALL PERISH
A NEW ERA IN EPPW IS UPON US
The date stays illuminated on the screen for several seconds longer than normal, and as the lights start to brighten the arena again, the letters fade.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What was that?
Erin Robbins: A lot of crazy things happen in EPPW, Frederick.
Freddy Whoa: I know that. And it’s Freddy, by the way, I just don’t see-WHOA!!
In the ring, both Jordan Caliban and Deuce Maximus are sprawled out on the mat, and Eli the Kid is on the top turnbuckle, playing to the fans cheering loudly.
Crowd: ELI! ELI! ELI!
The Kid takes off from the top rope, and the crowd roars as he hits a frog splash on Deuce before going for the cover.
KICKOUT BY DEUCE!!!
The crowd collectively gasps as Deuce manages to power out, and Eli rolls over almost immediately to try covering Jordan.
KICKOUT BY JORDAN CALIBAN!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Eli the Kid doesn’t manage to capitalize completely after the lights go out!
Erin Robbins: But if he’s smart, he’ll stay on the offensive. Don’t give them any breaks.
And that’s exactly what Eli does. The Kid gets to his feet and goes springboard moonsault onto Caliban. He pins Cali.
THR-NO! CALIBAN KICKS OUT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! THAT WAS SO CLOSE!
Erin Robbins: But it wasn’t close enough to get the win.
As Eli gets to his feet, he sits in wait, and as Deuce gets up, he goes for the Kid Kick, but Deuce steps out of the way and slams Eli into the mat. He pulls The Kid up, and sets him up for the Ichor, his Evenflow DDT! He hits it, and as he turns around, Caliban is there waiting for him. Jordan jumps, and hits the Mythic one with a running dropsault, but lands hard and takes a couple extra seconds to get up, all three men stirring and working toward their feet. Almost simultaneously the three stand, and come face to face to face, staring one another down, all three unsure where to go with their next move.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! All three of them are on their feet, and none of them is budging!
Erin Robbins: And we’re back almost to square one, all three men breathing heavy and showing obvious soreness, and any one of them could capitalize now.
Jordan goes to attack first but Eli ducks it and then Clotheslines Jordan out of the ring. Deuce then spins him around kicks him... ICHOR!
Freddy Whoa: There it is! Again!
Deuce falls on top of Eli the Kid and hooks the leg.
Erin Robbins: Deuce Maximus picks up the victory!
The bell sounds as Deuce's arm is raised.
Freddy Whoa: Hard fought matchup, congrats to these two newcomers for making an impact, and congrats to Deuce for the win!
Eric Price storms into his office in a rage, still in a suit, his titles draped around his shoulders as he sees a team of about three or four lawyers in there already waiting for him.
Eric Price: God damn son of a … well, what’s this now what’s this?
Lawyer #1: Mr. Price, we’re from the American Civil Liberties Union! We were contacted by one Scott Savage about your treatment of his client, one “EricA Price”.
Eric Price: Yeah, what about her?
Lawyer #2: Is it true you threatened to fire her?
Eric Price: Of course I did, she deserves to be fired.
Lawyer #1: You however can’t do that. You see, she is under a protected class as she is gender confused and you cannot fire someone on that basis.
Eric Price: She’s making a mockery of me! Of course I can fire her!
Lawyer #2: Mr. Price calm down! You can’t fire her because despite her making a mockery of you, she’s not doing it intentionally, it’s part of her condition!
Eric Price: Her condition, HER CONDITION?! She doesn’t have any condition. If bullshit lying is a condition, then she has that because that’s all that is, a lie! This is a charade by Ana Valentine because that’s who that is trying to get her job back and she’s trying to humiliate me into it! She has no gender confusion, she’s just trying to force me to give her her job back but she doesn’t deserve it!
Lawyer #1: You’re saying gender confusion is not a condition?
Eric Price: Look … I am not dealing with this anymore, I am resolving this myself and I will end this charade once and for all. Now get out of my way you pathetic wastes of space!
Lawyer #3: You can’t call us that!
Eric Price: The hell I can’t, first amendment rights, look ‘em up!
Eric smirks as he storms out of his office even angrier than before. Suddenly, Waylon rounds the corner, and stops in front of him with an angry glare.
Waylon Cash: YOU RUINED PAT BOONE!
Waylon then quickly walks away, as Eric looks on in confusion.
Price just shakes his head, and continues walking.
The bell tolls twice in the start of the song. When the the first bell starts the lights go out in the arena PAIN, SUFFERING, VIOLENCE appears on the titantron in blood red dripping letters the second bell pyros go off on the stage then fog fills the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena the music starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance he slowly raises his arms as four individual burst of fire come from each ring post one by one as arena lights slowly turn on.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. Angel of Darkness begins to play, as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Well here we go!
Vengeance runs at D'Evil; she catches him and hits THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!
Erin Robbins: Well that was fast.
She pins Vengeance.
Freddy Whoa: Huh! We've seen Vengeance be a hell of a competitor before, looks like he's just having a bad night tonight.
D'Evil smiles as she stands up and gets her arm raised. She leaves the ring.
Erin Robbins: AoD gets one win tonight, can they make it two?
The scene opens backstage as Morientes returns from his match with Jonathan Jacobs. The Spaniard is still in his ring attire and is drinking from a bottle of water. He walks backstage, when suddenly, he stops in his tracks. The camera pans out, only to reveal John Gobble standing in front of him, wearing a smirk on his face. Meanwhile, jeers can be heard from the fans who are watching this footage in real-time on the EPPWTron.
John Gobble: So, you're back.
Morientes takes one final sip from his bottle, before throwing it aside. He takes a step forward, as does Gobble. But S-PAC security quickly gets between the two. The Bull chuckles at the protection John brought with him.
Morientes: Si. Nice look there, turkey boy.
John Gobble: And I'll still drop you on your head anytime of the day Morientes. Name a date, time, and place. I will be there, and still prove to you I am the superior star in this business. Just look at this.
He raises his WCF Tag Team championship in the air.
John Gobble: Once you left, I won this. The titles we both worked so hard to get. So suck on it, bullfighter. You are nothing then, and you are nothing now. Do whatever you want to Seth Lerch or Eric Price, I don't care, but never get me involved again.
The two trade steely glares at one another, before John Gobble walks off, rolling his eyes at his former tag team partner with S-PAC security following closely behind. Morientes, however, still has his eyes very much on Gobble. The camera closes as a slight smile crosses the Spaniard's face.
The scene opens on Mondo watching S-PAC rolling up in a custom BMW stretch limo. He
greets them and takes the keys to have it parked. He hands the keys off
Denise D'Evil: Cheapskates.
She steps into the limo as if she is going to park it. Once S-PAC are inside the building and out of sight D'Evil pulls out her cell phone and dials. She waits for it to be picked up, and it is soon answered.
Denise D'Evil: They won't know what hit them, I'm on my way.
She drives out of the parking garage
and heads straight for a junk yard outside of town. She tosses the hat
she was wearing to the ground after placing the photo of a Rearing Horse
inside. She pulls into the junk yard where Oblivion, Nightrider and
Freddy Whoa: Wait. Weren't Waylon and Gobble already here? What did we just watch?
Erin Robbins: I think this was filmed earlier, Freddy. Yeah.. that makes sense.
Thomas Buckley is walking out on stage as he goes down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: From Kansas, New Jersey...weighing 176 lbs...The Rookie...THOMAS BUCKLEEEEEY!!!!
The crowd murmurs, questioning his abilities. He climbs into the ring and warms up.
The titantron begins to pop up. A binary code pops up.
"01010100 01101111 01101110 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100"
"01000011 01101100 01100001 01110010 01101011"
"01000001 01100100 01110010 01101001 01100001 01101110"
"01010111 01101001 01101100 01101100"
"01001011 01101001 01100011 01101011"
"01000001 01110011 01110011"
More codes begin to pop up until the titantron goes black. Suddenly, "Weapon of Vanity" by Soilwork blasts through the PA. Clark Adrian walks out from backstage with his arms raised up. Notably, he has a microphone in his hand.
Kyle Steel: From Kansas, New Jersey...weighing 179 lbs...The 3rd Generation Badass...CLAAARK ADRIAAAANNN!!!!
Clark Adrian walks down the ramp, telling people to make more noise. There is a mixed crowd here. Some boos, some cheers and a few girls screaming out for him. When he reaches the ring, he slides through the ropes and raises his arm up high. He gets on the turnbuckle and raises the microphone to the crowd, allowing them to hear their own cheers and boos. He gets off and takes his vest off and tosses it at Buckley, who only swats it away.
Clark Adrian: The rookie, huh? More like loser. I mean, look at you. You can't even win a proper match. Hell, someone from the noobtube like you won't even last a few minutes in this ring against me.
Clark puts the microphone down and the referee starts the match.
Both men circle around the ring and they lock on each other. However being the most experienced here, Clark Adrian gets the advantage and goes for the legsweep! Right now, he's provoking Thomas Buckley to get up. He finally does and they lock in again! Once again, Adrian has the advantage by delivering a European uppercut. While Buckley is clutching onto his face, Adrian delivers a float-over DDT! He goes for the pin!
A kick-out by The Rookie! Adrian picks him up an executes a scoop slam. He is mounted on Buckley's chest and begins to a flurry of powerful punches! And now, the armbar! Buckley is struggling, but Adrian keeps him locked in! It's a one minute hold, before Buckley manages to escape with an arm drag. Adrian gets up and runs toward him, but The Rookie counters with a hip toss before going for the elbow drop on Adrian's face! Buckley picks him up and tries to execute a back body drop, but the 3rd Generation Badass rolls backwards and lands on his feet! Buckley turns around, only for Adrian to charge at him like a ram to have him trapped in the ropes. He goes for the knife edge chop...SLAP! Another one....SLAP! And now the X-chop...SLAP!!! Buckley is feeling a bit groggy as Adrian goes for the vertical suplex!
Thomas Buckley kicks out again! Clark Adrian gets up, clearly pissed, and delivers several violent stomps on The Rookie's face. Adrian picks him up and he is about to deliver a heart punch known as the Flatline.
It looked as if the Flatline had landed. But no! Buckley only caught the punched as he is still standing tall! Adrian has an agitated look on his face! Before he could do anything, Buckley had managed to move behind him and lock in a full nelson! It looked as if Buckley had turned the tables as Adrian was trying to get out. Finally, Adrian had gotten on his knees and threw The Rookie over him! Just as Buckley managed to get up, Adrian has him in a Fireman's carry!
SPIN SPIN SPIN!!!
DING DING DING!!!
"Weapon of Vanity" by Soilwork blasts through the arena as the referee has Adrian's arm raised.
Kyle Steel: Here's your winner....CLARK ADRIAAAAN!!!
The crowd boos as Adrian climbs out of the ring and grabs a microphone.
Clark Adrian: Well, well, well. I think this match had helped me prove my point.
He looks down and Buckley, who is trying to get up.
Clark Adrian: Now that I've proven my point, I will advance through the ranks of this company and capture the glorious gold.
Clark Adrian: However, I cannot do it alone. Many great people here have captured so many titles with help. And I'm looking for allies that will join my conquest. After that easy bout, I've found the ally I am looking for.
The crowd is confused as Adrian simply looked at them behind those shades.
Clark Adrian: That's right. I will announce my new partner. And he is...
He chuckles as the slowly moves his arm and points at...Thomas Buckley?! The Rookie simply looks at him, seething with frustration.
Clark Adrian: Why him, you may ask? Well, roll the footage.
The titantron switches through static and the video is played.
We see Thomas Buckley in the locker room, getting ready for his match.
???: So, ready for tonight.
He turns around and the camera reveals The 3rd Generation Badass, Clark Adrian. He's casually leaning against the wall and dressed in his normal clothes, as if it looked like he doesn't have a match tonight.
Thomas Buckley: What do you want?
Clark Adrian: I'm just here to remind you of how much I'm gonna enjoy kicking your ass three ways today.
Thomas Buckley: Look, I have no idea what the hell is your problem. Why don't you just back off?
Clark Adrian: Because...
He takes off his shades and walks towards Buckley.
Clark Adrian: I am cool, I am...
He blows Buckley's face softly.
Clark Adrian:...the breeze.
Buckley tries to shoo him away as Adrian puts his shades back on.
Thomas Buckley: Just because you think you're cool doesn't mean that you can beat me!
Clark Adrian: Pfft. Wanna net on that, rook?
Thomas Buckley: Grrr....
Clark Adrian: Well, my offer is that the loser becomes the winner's servant until one of them leaves or the winner dismisses him for good. How about it?
Buckley thinks for a moment, having such temptation given to him.
Clark Adrian: Hurry up. We don't have all night.
Thomas Buckley: Fine. Challenge accepted. I'll see you in the ring tonight.
The Rookie goes out of his locker room, leaving Adrian to grin.
Clark Adrian: Buckley, you've just made a deal with the devil.
He shakes his head and begins to change.
The titantron goes to static as the crowd is in shock, Thomas Buckley in despair and Clark Adrian grinning.
Clark Adrian: And now that I've won the bet, your first job as my servant is to become my tag team partner. Starting next week, when my first objective is to win the Tag Team titles from those Freebird retards.
"Weapon of Vanity" by Soilwork is blasted as Adrian exits the ring, leaving an angry Rookie.
Freddy Whoa: We’re live here from Madison Square Garden for Revenge and …
“The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system of Madison Square Garden as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!”
Freddy Whoa: Oh for God’s sake it’s a pay-per-view event, does he have to start every damn show now?
Erin Robbins: Well, he's the boss isn't he? He can do what he wants. Let's welcome the one and only Mr. Eric Price!
The crowd starts booing loudly immediately knowing that Eric Price is kicking off the show.
Erin Robbins: Not particularly well-received here in New York, is he?
Freddy Whoa: Pretty much everyone on Earth, as a matter of fact.
The jeering escalates as Eric Price walks out from the back wearing his signature suit and tie. In this case, it’s a cream colored white suit with white pants and a navy blue shirt and tie. His two championships, the Elite and Internet titles are draped over both shoulders as he makes his way to the ring looking uncharacteristically unhappy.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Chairman of the Board, owner, and CIO of EPPW as well as the EPPW Internet and Elite Champion … MR. ERIC PRICE!!!
The crowd continue booing, forcing the technical team to raise the microphone's volume in order for Kyle Steel to be heard.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Erin Robbins: So well decorated.
Freddy Whoa: And so hated. Has anyone in the history of this company been hated more than this very man in the ring?
Erin Robbins: Greatness is always despised, while mediocrity is tolerated. Life lesson here, Freddy.
Eric is calling for a microphone and a nearby stagehand passes one to him. Eric Price walks to the center of the ring, before lifting the mic to his lips. The crowd isn't letting up, however.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
His scowl deepens.
Eric Price: SHUT UP! I know we’re in New York City and God knows this is part of the reason I hate this decrepit dump but I came out here to address one thing and one thing only. So for once in your lives, show a modicum of respect and SHUT UP!
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Erin Robbins: Such disrespect. It's a wonder that he hasn't already lost his temper and made an example out of one of these mongrels. I would do it if that was me.
Freddy Whoa: Because firstly, it's a criminal offense. And secondly, I believe he thrives off the hate. Just look at him!
Eric Price: I've decided to come out here early tonight to deal with this Morientes situation that we have found ourselves in the last couple of weeks. I've d--
Price is unable to continue speaking momentarily as the New York crowd cheers immensely at the mention of the Spaniard's name. He looks around the arena incredulously as the fans start to create a new chant.
Crowd: MORI-ENTES! MORI-ENTES! MORI-ENTES!
Eric Price: SHUT UP! AS I WAS SAYING...
The microphone volume goes up even higher in an attempt to drown the crowd out.
Eric Price: I came out here to talk about Morientes. Who does that piece of crap think he is anyway? He disappears for a few months after getting rightfully beaten up by Gravedigger and he thinks he can just waltz back in here and beat up my good friend Seth Lerch?! Not only that but two weeks ago you interrupted my broadcast to come back to what you still called the WCF Galaxy? Excuse me?! This is now EPPW, WCF IS DEAD!
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF!
Eric Price: Security!
Eric points out security in the crowd as he notices some specific people chanting WCF!
Eric Price: Yeah, you out there. You three with the WCF signs, you’re gone! Security, throw them out!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?! He can’t do that!
Erin Robbins: The hell he can’t, he owns this company, he can do what he wants!
The crowd boos even more loudly now nearly blowing the roof off the place
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Eric Price: Now then, now that those rowdy miscreants are gone I can continue. Morientes, who the hell do you think you are? You cannot and will not be allowed to continue behaving this way. Last week you got the jump on Seth Lerch by attacking him from behind but unlike Seth, I’m standing right here and I’m waiting for you. I will not be embarrassed by the likes of you or anyone else ever again! Remember, I OWN THIS COMPANY! I AM THE BOSS AND WILL BE RESPECTED!
Crowd: You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch!
Eric surveys the crowd with total disgust for them
Eric Price: So Mr. M, I know you’re here tonight so why don’t you get out here and we can address your “grievances” with EPPW because the last thing I want is for one of my employees to be unhappy.
Just as Eric finishes his final sentence, the entire arena shuts down into darkness, as the live crowd start to cheer.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Seconds pass before... three shotgun shots go off in quick succession, each louder than the next. The audience waits with baited breath, before suddenly, all the lights in the entire arena flare up with maximum intensity, temporarily blinding everyone that's present.
Freddy Whoa: It's Morientes! Morientes has answered the call!
However, as everyone's eyes adjusted back to the brightness, Morientes is nowhere to be seen, and the crowd is at a loss as to why this is the case. Eric Price seems to be equally confused, as he is looking around the stands, wary of a sudden ambush.
Freddy Whoa: Where is Morientes?
Erin Robbins: HA! Look at our owner, such a man that he is, doing what he said he'll do. I bet you anything that that Spanish cowboy will not appear now. He's afraid of confronting our boss man-to-man! What's that music for!
Freddy Whoa: Umm... I don't think Morientes is that kind of a man Erin.
Erin Robbins: Then why the heck isn't he out here yet? I call him a coward, and it seems that Mr. Price would agreed!
Fed-up with waiting, Eric signals for the technical team to cut Morientes's music. He talks into the microphone once again.
Eric Price: Come out here Morientes! I DEMAND YOU DO SO RIGHT N--
Morientes: Relax, Price, relax!
Freddy Whoa: He's here! I recognize that voice!
Indeed, he is! The New York crowd erupts once again as Morientes, dressed casually in a hoodie and bermudas walks out casually from the back, a microphone in hand as well.
Erin Robbins: Finally. Such disrespect to make Mr. Price wait for such a long time.
Morientes takes his time walking to the ring, slapping a few hands along the way. However friendly he appears to be with the fans, his eyes never left Eric Price's. The owner of the company is fuming at this point of time. Finally, Morientes enters the ring, speaking as he does so.
Morientes: My apologies for taking such a long time to respond. I was in the middle of a toilet break, when I heard my music play. Your tech team should honestly learn how to handle personal emergencies a little better, don't you think?
Erin Robbins: Eww.
Eric Price just looks at Morientes with even more disgust
Freddy Whoa: Haha, sick.
Morientes: But anyways, let's get down to business. You asked why I decided to get into your business? Get into Seth's business? Get into EPPW's business? Simple.
The Spaniard closed the distance between himself and Eric Price, moving in so close that their foreheads are almost touching.
Morientes: I. Do. Not. Like. You.
The crowd cheers at that proclamation as Eric Price's face literally turned maroon.
Freddy Whoa: Well, that escalated quickly.
Morientes: I do not like you and I do not appreciate what you have done to this company. Seth was just an example as to what's wrong with wrestling today. Gone are the days where the little boys and girls out there dream of becoming superheroes and follow in our path. Where there used to be legends such as Mace, Brad Kane, and Allan G, today we have people like...
He takes a step back and lifts a hand, ticking names off mentally.
Morientes: A bobo in the form of John Gobble.
Morientes: A mental patient in the form of Nathan von Liebert.
Heavier booing commences.
Morientes: And of course... Ana Valentine.
A mixture of cheers and boos arise.
Morientes: But my personal gripe is with neither of these three. It's with what you have corrupted Sarah Twilight into.
Eric Price has obviously heard enough.
Eric Price: Whoa wait a minute, whoa whoa wait a minute. First off, I did not corrupt Sarah Twilight into anything! Sarah Twilight is a cold and heartless bitch!
Crowd cheers loudly at this statement
Erin Robbins: WOW!
Freddy Whoa: Did Eric Price just …
Erin Robbins: He … I don’t know what to say.
Eric Price: Yeah Mr. M, do your homework because I didn’t make Sarah Twilight into anything that she wasn’t already. You’ve kept up with the show and she’s said it herself that she never did anything for these losers out here in the stands!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: No no, this was in the works for a long time and the truth was revealed after Jeff Purse came back and tried to be everyone’s hero again like the pathetic urchin that he is! And when Bravado formed thanks to my ownership of this company, it became clear that Sarah would join what is know the WINNING SIDE as we all know it to be! But who are you to talk? Stop acting like you are a saint Mr. M, because you are nothing BUT! In fact, the only reason you mention Sarah is because you’re jealous of her accomplishments, that’s right. See … unlike you, she had the resolve to do what was necessary to become successful and to become the BEST this company had ever seen. But before we get on her, let’s talk about me because when you first came onboard this company, I was the World Champion and I held that title for a record 113 days, a duration not seen in many years.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Let’s take a look at your accomplishments thus far though because honestly, what have you done in this company thus far? Oh that’s right … not a damn thing! You haven’t even won a title yet, that’s how pathetic you are! And tonight, tonight Jonathan Jakobs is going to take you apart piece by piece because he’s itching to prove himself and what better way than taking you out for his dear leader, yours truly Mr. Eric Price! Face facts Morientes, much like your departure, your return will be swift and will end just as quickly. After all, you’re just like these New York City slobs, fat, pathetic, and dumber than a sack of potatoes much like these parasitic tapeworms in the crowd … although honestly, I think I’m insulting the potato sack!
Eric grins as the crowd only boos him even more loudly
Eric Price: Mark my words though Morientes, honestly, had you come to me and decided to join me, to join Bravado, you and I could have been great together, I could have made you a World Champion in no time and pushed you to the moon because honestly speaking, yes I just denigrated you but you have the makings of a champion, you really do. You have the look, you have the athleticism, you have the build, you have all the ingredients but you’re like a diamond in the rough, basically you’re a piece of coal right now. With my guidance, I dare say I could make you an even greater champion than either Sarah Twilight or myself but as you decided to disrespect Seth and by extension me, that will never be and I can guarantee you that as long as I’m running this company, you will never and hear me clearly … ever win a championship title. And tonight, I can’t wait to see Jakobs dismantle you!
Erin Robbins: Truer words cannot have been spoken! Tell him Mr. Price!
The crowd is obviously very pro-Morientes, as they nearly bring the roof down with jeers at the end of his proclamation.
Morientes: We'll see about that, won't we? But I think we all know what's the result is going to be later on. For now... it's you and me in the ring, and there's nothing stopping me from kicking your head in and taking your two titles for myself.
Almost immediately after that statement, Morientes swung his fist at Eric's head, but stops halfway in a feint. The maneuver however catches Eric Price off guard and the corporate suit falls backwards ungracefully in an attempt to avoid the blow.
Erin Robbins: Oh my God!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Obviously, there was no blow to avoid. Instead, Eric lands painfully on his butt and clutches it in a mixture of pain and embarrassment as both Morientes and the crowd burst out laughing.
Morientes: Just kidding. Think about what I said, jefe. See you around soon and don't pee yourself.
With that, the popular Spaniard turns away from the ring and makes his way back up the entrance ramp. He glances back at a fuming Eric Price and flashes a cheeky smile before disappearing backstage. Eric Price, meanwhile has managed to stand up on his own two feet once again, and is in an even worse mood than before, shouting at nearby fans as he too makes his way backstage.
Erin Robbins: Very bad move by Morientes. Mr. Price is furious, and he's about to find himself in a world of pain, I guarantee it!
Freddy Whoa: He's a big boy. No doubt he had a plan as to why he agitated our boss like that. Ah well, on with the show!
We cut back to the ring where we see Kyle Steel standing the centre of the ring with a microphone in hand, tables surrounding the ring area.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen…the following contest is a Tables Match…
The opening to 'The Animal' by Disturbed begins to echo through the arena as the lights go off sending the arena into complete darkness, after a few milliseconds a faint spotlight appears on the stage as we can see Lionheart looking down at the ground causing the fans to boo heavily. As David Draiman says 'Nahah nahah', Lionheart shakes his head in time with it and when Draiman shouts 'Now', short, rapid explosions of white pyro burst out of the stage and Lionheart looks up and punches the sky before making his way down the ramp to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...making his way to the ring...from the Amazon Rainforest...weighing in at 350 pounds! Lionheart!
Lionheart reaches the bottom of the ramp and begins hopping from foot to foot in front of the ring before jumping onto the ring apron as white pyro explode from the turnbuckles. Lionheart then climbs into the ring and charges forward before stopping and punching the air again before he begins to pace back and forth like a caged animal as 'The Animal' fades out.
Erin Robbins: Well I hope that the finale of this match results in Robinson getting his wife back…
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of his wife, I presume Brandon Stevens has her somewhere backstage hence why he isn’t out here with Lionheart…
‘One Finger And A Fist’ by Drowning Pool blasts out of the PA system sending the fans into a frenzy as the camera focuses on the stage awaiting the arrival of ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…from London, England, now residing in Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 235 pounds! ‘The Punisher’…Matthew…Robinson!
The camera continues to focus on the stage but there is still no sign of Robinson, ‘One Finger And A Fist’ cuts off as Lionheart is looking at the stage with a confused look on his face.
Erin Robbins: Where’s Robinson?
Freddy Whoa: He’s right here…he’s been disguised as a cameraman the entire time and Lionheart has no idea…
Robinson removes the black cameraman clothing revealing his wrestling gear underneath, he then grabs a steel chair and slides into the ring unbeknownst to Lionheart and smashes the chair into Lionheart’s back causing him to drop to his knees as the referee rings the bell for the start of the match.
Erin Robbins: Robinson giving Lionheart a taste of his own medicine here…
Robinson then strikes Lionheart with another shot to the back causing him to fall to the canvas, Robinson then begins to unload on Lionheart with multiple chair shots.
Freddy Whoa: Robinson unloading on Lionheart right here with chair shot after chair shot after chair shot!
Robinson then grabs Lionheart and begins yelling at him before he opens the chair and traps his neck in it before heading over to the turnbuckle and scaling it.
Erin Robbins: Robinson’s going to break Lionheart’s neck here! And I don’t blame him…
As Robinson prepares to jump, suddenly the titantron flashes to life as we see Brandon Stevens sitting in a room on a steel chair beside Robinson’s wife, Stacy who is also sitting on a steel chair but is tied up and gagged.
Brandon Stevens: I wouldn’t do that if I were you Mr Robinson…
Robinson stops and looks over to the titantron as a big smile appears on Stevens’ lips.
Brandon Stevens: If you jump off that turnbuckle and land on my client thus breaking his neck…you will never see your precious little wife ever again!
Before Robinson can even react, Lionheart who is now on his feet and with the steel chair in hand, smashes it into the side of Robinson causing him to fall off the turnbuckle to the outside, narrowly missing one of the tables set up on the outside.
Freddy Whoa: Holy crap, Robinson was so close to losing the match right then and there…
Lionheart then rolls out of the ring and picks Robinson up and whips him into the steel steps shoulder first.
Erin Robbins: Damn, shoulder first into the steel steps…
As Robinson clutches his shoulder in pain, Lionheart picks him up but is stunned with a sudden European uppercut before he slams him into the ring apron.
Freddy Whoa: And Robinson managing to fight back here…
Robinson proceeds to throw Lionheart into the ring before sliding in after him, as Lionheart gets to his feet, Robinson nails him with a picture perfect dropkick followed by a knee drop.
Erin Robbins: Great succession of moves done there by Robinson…
Robinson then eyes up one of the tables outside and rolls out of the ring, grabbing one and sliding it into the ring before setting it up.
Brandon Stevens: Mr Robinson…are you sure you want to go ahead and do that? Or do you not care about seeing your wife again?
As Robinson looks on at his wife, he hesitates and when he turns around he is hit with a thunderous clothesline from Lionheart.
Freddy Whoa: How is this exactly fair here? Whenever Robinson gets the upper hand and begins to dish out the punishment Lionheart deserves, Brandon uses his wife to threaten him to make him stop…
Lionheart picks Robinson up and hits him with a triple non-release rib breaker before picking him up again and hitting him with a triple non-release powerbomb, the entire time, he has a sick grin on his face.
Erin Robbins: This man is awful…I can’t imagine what must be going through Stacy’s head having to watch her husband be destroyed like this…
Lionheart then proceeds to set the table that Robinson brought into the ring earlier against one of the turnbuckles before picking Robinson up and delivering a head-butt to the side of Robinson’s head before resting him against table and walking over to the other side of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: This looks bad…
Lionheart then suddenly charges towards Robinson preparing to nail him with the ‘Primal Charge’ through the table, however Robinson rolls out of the way but fortunately for Lionheart, he puts the brakes on and stops himself from going through the table, however as soon as he turns around, Robinson nails him with the ‘Total Punishment’.
Erin Robbins: TOTAL PUNISHMENT OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
Robinson, now with a new lease of life courtesy of the electric energy from the crowd that has suddenly occurred the moment he hit the ‘Total Punishment’, Robinson then takes the table out from the turnbuckle and places it on the ring floor.
Freddy Whoa: This crowd are going crazy here…they want Robinson to make Lionheart suffer…
Robinson then picks Lionheart up and delivers a few shots to his face sending him stumbling into the turnbuckle. Robinson then lifts Lionheart up onto the turnbuckle before climbing up after him setting him up for a Superplex.
Erin Robbins: Robinson looks ready to finish Lionheart off right here…
Robinson then looks back at the table before climbing to the very top of the turnbuckle ready to make the leap.
Brandon Stevens: What do you think you are doing Mr Robinson? Think about this…if you hit that Superplex and put my client through that table…you’ll never see your wife again. However if you go ahead and lose…you will get her back…
Yet again, Robinson looks into the eyes of his wife and hesitates when suddenly, Lionheart pushes Robinson off the turnbuckle sending him crashing through the table below as the referee calls for the bell and the end of the match as ‘The Animal’ blasts out of the PA system.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner! Lionheart!
Lionheart begins to celebrate with a sick smirk on his face as the fans boo heavily.
Freddy Whoa: I hope this guy’s happy with himself…
As Lionheart continues to celebrate, Robinson slowly crawls towards the ring apron and calls for a microphone as ‘The Animal’ cuts off.
Matthew Robinson: Okay Brandon…I’ve lost…now give me back my wife!
Brandon Stevens: I’m sorry…did you say something? Oh yeah…I promised to give you your wife back if you lost…yeah I lied…
Suddenly Lionheart begins repeatedly stomping away at Robinson as Stacy begins screaming at Lionheart to stop.
Erin Robbins: Is there anyone here who will stop these mad men from doing this?
Freddy Whoa: Well you’re welcome to try helping them yourself…
As Stacy continues to scream at Lionheart, Stevens who is obviously beginning to get annoyed with her screaming, raises his hand to hit her but before he hits her, the titantron suddenly goes to static causing both Robinson and Lionheart to focus on the stage, both looking on in confusion.
Erin Robbins: What the Hell is happening now?
Freddy Whoa: I have absolutely no idea…
After a few moments, Brandon Stevens suddenly flies out onto the stage from behind the curtain, his clothes slightly ripped and he is visibly beaten up.
Erin Robbins: What a second…somebody must have found Brandon and Stacy…
Freddy Whoa: Or maybe Stacy got free and beat him up…she used to be a wrestler herself…
The fans go ballistic as out onto the stage walks Stacy alongside a man dressed in black leather wrestling boots, black leather trousers, a black ‘Drowning Pool’ T-shirt with black, blue and white paint covering the entirety of his face.
Erin Robbins: Holy crap! That’s Seifer Black Armstrong!
Freddy Whoa: The very Seifer Black Armstrong who was the longest reigning NWA World Heavyweight Champion…
As Lionheart goes back to beating down Robinson, Seifer charges down the ramp and slides into the ring and immediately begins brawling with Lionheart causing the fans to erupt.
Erin Robbins: Seifer helping out Robinson here!
Freddy Whoa: And the fans are loving it…
Seifer then hits Lionheart with a savate kick causing him to stumble onto the ropes before Seifer then clotheslines him out of the ring to the outside as Stacy climbs into the ring to help her husband up.
Erin Robbins: Seifer not only saved Stacy from Brandon but he also saved Robinson from Lionheart…
Freddy Whoa: But what is he doing here in WCF?
Robinson gets to his feet and looks at Seifer with a bit of a glare. Seifer then outstretches his arm for a handshake and Robinson looks around at the screaming fans and then to his wife before accepting his handshake.
The crowd rumbles loudly with unbelievable cheers as our cameras bring us backstage to see Morientes making his way down one of the corridors. The recently returned Spaniard looks motivated and focused. His recent squabble with Eric Price still fresh on his mind.
Freddy Whoa: Listen to these people. They are on their feet at just the sight of The Bull! Whoa, talk about one of the most highly anticipated pay per view returns ever!
Erin Robbins: Morientes out of action for the last several months and it is no secret that he is quite popular with the EPPW fans. Everyone obviously looking forward to seeing him in action here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: You can just feel it in here. It's something special. I can't wait!
The cheers for Morientes continue as he turns a corner, beginning down another corridor. Those cheers quickly become defeaning boos as The Bull finds himself standing face to face with The Mistress of Mischief. The devilish redhead smirks at him. Mori simply shakes his head in a showing of sincere disappointment.
Sarah Twilight: You got something to say to me?
Mori continues to shake his head as he moves to the side to continue along his way.
Sarah Twilight: Yeah, I didn't think so.
Mori stops, looking back at her and he sighs. Still eyeing her with disappointment on his face.
Morientes: I could say many things, none of which would express my disgust for you right now.
Sarah smirks at him, folding her arms. She tilts her head to the side in a very demeaning manner as she looks at him. Mockingly, she replies.
Sarah Twilight: Oh no ... The Bull is unhappy with me ... whatever shall I do?
Mori continues to shake his head. He exhales heavily, placing his hands at his hips almost feeling as if responding would be pointless. However, for whatever reason ... Mori still saw hope where there was none and continued to engage her with conversation in the hopes of a breakthrough.
Morientes: If you understood what you have turned your back upon with this traición, you would not be so quick to dismiss. Everyone looked up to you, you were their hero ... their modelo a seguir. And you threw it all away to play compañero to Eric Price. I thought you were different.
Sarah remains with her arms folded, listening to Mori's words. Though they have little effect. She chuckles lightly and truly does dismiss his words as nothing but envy.
Sarah Twilight: I see that you are still blindly content to pander to the sheep. Let me explain something to you Mori ... they don't matter. They have never mattered and they never will. I do not neeed their approval to know that I am the greatest professional wrestler in the history of this sport. You go ahead with your sunshine and rainbows, thinking that playing up to them will make you. I have TAKEN what I've wanted and whether they like me or they hate me ... they have no choice but to respect me.
Morientes is now the one to laugh a little. He shakes his head at Sarah feverishly, and he did find her comments to be completely off base.
Morientes: It's a funny thing Sarah ... this respect you so desire, is something that you once had ... from me, from many. When I stood in the ring with you earlier this year ... we gave it our all, and we had every single person in the arena on their feet. I had much respect for you then. But now, with your actions ... you look to be as nada más que mierda.
Sarah narrows her eyes at Mori and her stance becomes rather aggressive toward him as she obviously was unhappy with his comments. Mori stands his ground, but has no intentions of wasting his time on a backstage fight. He simply shakes his head at her one more time.
Morientes: You need to choose, Sarah ... not me. Do you wish to continue as Eric Price's compañero? Or do you wish to become that campeón that I remember? Wake up from this tonterías y juegos. You come talk to me when that happens.
With those final words, Morientes continues down the corridor leaving Sarah standing there, almost stunned. The cameras close in on her facial expression as she stares down the hall at Mori as he leaves ... contemplating ... perhaps even thinking about what he'd said.
Freddy Whoa: Morientes with very strong, very truthful advise for Sarah Twilight. No way of knowing if anything he said meant a thing to her, but whoa ... that was something.
Erin Robbins: Who the hell does he think he is offering advise to Sarah? She doesn't need his guidance. Sarah Twilight already has the most successful female career in the history of this company. She needs advice from some ... rookie?
Freddy Whoa: There wasn't a damn thing Mori said that wasn't true. Sarah turned her back to hang out with Eric Price? Maybe she might be thinking about that as there has been trouble in paradise as of late.
Erin Robbins: Just a few business disagreements between Sarah and Eric ... nothing major.
Freddy Whoa: You don't sound very confident in that. Anyway, we gots to continue here tonight!
Freddy Whoa: As we move things along, we've got tag team action coming up!
Erin Robbins: That's right, Freddy. Adam Young's own NBK Inc. defeated the Future Elements, minus Polar Phantasm, to obtain Jeff Purse's Television Championship.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, that was an upset victory to say the least! But here they are to defend their new gold against "The Beast" Tyler Walker and biohazard.
"Tragedy Part 2" by Shadow's Symphony starts playing as NBK Inc. appears on the EPPWtron. A large NBK flag falls down and hangs over the ring. Out steps Adam Young and his trio of warriors, Prohibir el negro, Lucifer, and Pepper. The group heads towards the ring with the trademark icey stares as a white light hits only them and the rest of the arena is pitch black. They reach the ring and the ring fills with a fog as they all climb in. Adam laughs and the lights fade up.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first... accompanied to the ring by Adam Young... LUCIFER... PEPPER... NBK INC!!!
Freddy Whoa: These guys are scary looking, I'll give 'em that.
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight. breakdown by biohazard plays and biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash
Kyle Steel: And their opponents... BIOHAZARD... and "The Beast"... TYLER WALKER!!!
Freddy Whoa: These guys are best friends.
Erin Robbins: That's one way to say it.
Freddy Whoa: Come on, Erin. It's a classic bromance. Everybody loves a bromance.
DING DING DING
All four men begin to brawl in the ring. Tyler attacks Lucifer with a Thesz press, and biohazard takes down Pepper with a springboard dropkick.
Freddy Whoa: The ref has gotta get control of this!
The ref orders Pepper and biohazard out of the ring, leaving Tyler and Lucifer inside. Tyler picks up Lucifer and throws him over his shoulder for a running powerslam. He then gets up, does a falling headbutt, and covers Lucifer.
Erin Robbins: Kickout by Lucifer!
Tyler goes to pick up Lucifer, but he's met by a headbutt to the midsection. Lucifer gets up and the two men begin trading blows. Lucifer whips Tyler to the ropes and clotheslines him down. He stomps him out, before heading to his corner and tagging in Pepper.
Freddy Whoa: Pepper is one big, crazy bastard.
Pepper enters the ring and pulls Tyler to his feet. He chops at his chest before whipping him to the ropes-- but Tyler holds onto the top rope, breaking his own momentum, and tags in biohazard.
Freddy Whoa: Toxic oooooooze!
Erin Robbins: What? He didn't use any ooze. Not yet, anyway.
Freddy Whoa: I know, it's just fun to say. Toxic oooooooze!
biohazard runs into the ring and spears Pepper into the corner. He then climbs the turnbuckles and executes a tornado DDT! biohazard pins Pepper.
Freddy Whoa: NO! Kickout by Pepper!
They both get up. Pepper takes a swing at biohazard but he ducks, and runs to the ropes, leaping up for a flying headscissors on the return-- but Pepper turns it into a powerbomb!
Erin Robbins: PEPPERED! Pepper pins biohazard!
Freddy Whoa: Tyler breaks up the pin!
Erin Robbins: Gotta save his boyfriend.
Freddy Whoa: You wrong for that, Erin.
The ref forces Tyler out of the ring. biohazard slowly gets to his feet. Pepper turns around and--
Crowd: TOXIC OOZE!
Freddy Whoa: There it is!
biohazard spits the ooze into Pepper's face. Pepper stops, drops and rolls on the mat. biohazard tags in Tyler.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Beast, he could finish it right now!
Tyler charges towards Pepper, but Adam Young grabs his leg and trips him from outside the ring!
Erin Robbins: Did the ref see it?
Freddy Whoa: Guess not.
This gives Pepper enough time to tag in Lucifer. Tyler is distracted, and starts yelling at Adam Young, flexing at him.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Lucifer from behind-- OLE SMOKEY!
Lucifer hits Walker with his version of a reverse implant DDT!
Erin Robbins: Lucifer covers Tyler Walker.
biohazard enters the ring..
Pepper drops him with a big boot.
DING DING DING
"Tragedy Part 2" by Shadow's Symphony plays over the PA.
Freddy Whoa: NBK Inc. wins in their first TV title defense!
Erin Robbins: Adam Young must be enjoying the success of his newest proteges. Big Pay Per View win for them tonight!
Adam Young celebrates with NBK Inc. in the ring as the crowd boos.
Erin Robbins: There you have it folks, Adam Young and his NBK boys have defended their TV Title.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, I didn't see this one coming Erin... Whoa, seems Walker and Biohazard are not done yet...
As Adam and NBK celebrate in the ring they decide to jump Biohazard and Walker before they can exit the ring. Adam rolls out of the ring with the belt as the five men brawl, with Prohibir el negro and Lucifer doubling up on biohazard, Pepper delivers a running clothesline at the ropes on Tyler, sending both men to the floor.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
As Adam Young directs Negro and Lucifer in their systematic beating of Biohazard, Pepper and Walker trade blows in front of the announce table.
Erin Robbins: Indeed Freddy, this brawl has gotten out of hand, someone get EPPW security out here and stop this.
Finally, as Lucifer hits the Witch's Wheel on Biohazard in the ring, Pepper bounces Walkers head off the ring post with a dull clang.
Freddy Whoa: Double Whoa!
Adam is cheering his men on and taunting the others as Negro climbs the turnbuckles. With a mighty leap, he spins backwards and hits the Muerte desde arriba almost in sync with Pepper Irish whipping Walker into the steel steps.
Erin Robbins: Looks like NBK is sending a message here Freddy...
As Pepper rolls into the ring, Adam Young begins a slow backwards walk up the ramp, TV Title raised high in the air. He simply nods and smiles at Pepper, who picks up the limp body of Biohazard, and tucks his head between his thighs as the boos and litter rain down from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: This is enough, EPPW is about quality wrestling, this is going too far...
Sure enough, Pepper lifts Biohazard high in the air and brings him down hard with a powerbomb. They roll his unconscious body out of the ring as Adam tells them to go for Walker. As Pepper stands tall in the center of the ring, Negro and Lucifer roll out opposite sides to corner Tyler.
Before they can get him into the ring, the lights cut out.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Please tell me someone in the back finally cut them off...
Before she can get a response, Renegade by Styx hits and the crowd goes ballistic as Adam turns, eyes wide as saucers.
Before anyone can react, Doc comes running from the back at a full sprint and nails Adam with a clothesline, flipping him completely over and leaving him sprawled.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! There's Doc Henry, but that is the music if the New Confederacy...
Erin Robbins: I don't see Johnny Reb anywhere...
Doc slides into the ring, having not lost a step after leveling Young and drills Pepper with a Spear.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
The music dies as Pepper is folded in half and rolls out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: One down, but here come both Lucifer and Prohibir el negro come in after Doc...
The three men circle each other briefly before Negro throws the first punch, and a two on one brawl wnsues.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, the numbers are not in Doc's favor.
Erin Robbins: No they aren't Freddy, but he is holding his own.
Slowly, Doc begins to get the upper hand, and ducks as both men go for a clothesline of their own and end up hitting each other. Doc picks up Lucifer and lays into him with left and rights before whipping him into the corner.
Erin Robbins: That's gotta hurt Freddy, Lucifer just went shoulder first into the corner and had a meeting with the ring post.
Doc turns around as Negro gets back to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Doc with the Gambler's Hand!
Picking the masked man up, Doc lifts him and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Climbing up, Doc looks out at the crowd, as they cheer him on and he balls up his fist...
Erin Robbins: The crowd here in New York getting behind Doc!
Freddy Whoa: He's always been a popular wrestler...
Doc hops down and walks to the opposite corner, clapping his hands and getting the crowd pumped even more. Turning, he runs across the ring and up the turnbuckle, grabbing the back of Prohibir el negro's head, falling backwards...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Erin Robbins: Doc hitting his Southern Aggression!
As he stands up and turns around, Doc is met with the bottom of Pepper's boot...
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, where'd he come from!?!
Pepper smiles evilly as he picks Doc up and grabs him around the throat. Doc starts trying to get free of the bigger man by hitting his wrist, but suddenly Pepper lets go and drops to the mat.
Erin Robbins: Tyler Walker is back and took the big man Dow with a chopblock!
Doc and Tyler look at each other and nod, as the pick up Pepper and whip him into the ropes. In unison the pair lower their shoulder's and back body drop Pepper over the top ropes onto Adam Young and the other two members of NBK, Inc.
As the men outside collect themselves, Doc turns and grabs Walker...
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Erin Robbins: Doc now standing in the ring alone after delivering another Gambler's hand..
The crowd is cheering, and a few boos are mixed in for good measure as Doc calls for a mic.
Doc Henry: New York City!
The crowd cheers
Doc Henry: I said, New York fucking City!!!
The crowd pops louder, and begins to chant, "Southern Rogue!!! Southern Rogue!!!"
Erin Robbins: Known more for his following in the South, the crowd here in Madison Square Garden seem to be thrilled to see the Confederate.
Doc Henry: Before I get to why I came out here... Tyler, don't think I don't appreciate the assist with that big sum bitch, but this isn't about you.
You see, I've been sitting back there for the last few weeks thinking and watching. I don't like what I'm seeing. I don't like where the WCF is heading...
Freddy Whoa: Where's he going with this?
Erin Robbins: I don't know, but someone better tell him this isn't WCF anymore.
Doc Henry: This started all the way back before Panty-On took the reigns here. All that stable warfare and craziness. Now yes, I Joined the DoT, but granted where I was then... Well it happens.
I thought the little fad would wear off, but alas it hasn't. You see we've gone from a group of men walking tall and being unafraid to groups of cowards to scared to stand alone. Guys like Eric Price, Oblivion and Others hiding in their little groups, to scared to stand alone.
Sad thing is, they could stand alone if they would just grow a set. Look at me, I am a guy that when someone says there is a fight coming, I get excited. I don't go grab my ass-kissers, or my homies, or butt-smuggling 'friends'. I'll fight alone if I have to and not regret one second of it... Now, I may get my ass kicked, or I may kick someone else's ass. Either way, I keep coming, I don't stop. Just ask Corey Black. Now I could have whined and complained, but I never backed down. I respect that SOB, but that doesn't mean I gotta like his ass. He wanted to fight, and I fought...
I'm out here to let all of you know...
Doc turns, pointing to the crowd, and stops leaning on the ropes and looking towards the back.
Doc Henry: As well as all of you slap-nuts back there. It's time to shut up or nut up, because the Southern Rogue is back, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it except take the beating you got coming or man the fuck up!!!
Doc drops his mic and leaves the ring to the cheers of the crowd, and his music, Dr. Feelgood...
Freddy Whoa: And … oh wait a minute, I’m being told that Eric Price was informed that the masked man would be here this evening!
Erin Robbins: And … ?
Freddy Whoa: And we’re going to the parking lot, Eric Price is already out there with a steel chair in hand and looks like he’s calling out the masked man as he got a phone call that he was there!
Eric Price is shown pacing in the parking lot screaming out to the masked man!
Eric Price: Oh masked man, where are you?! I’m ready, come on out here damn it! I know you’re here, SHOW YOURSELF!
Eric walks around and looks behind a few cars and does not the masked man appear!
Eric Price: Damn it, where are you!
Erin Robbins: ERIC! ERIC! BEHIND YOU!
The masked man appears from behind Eric and ambushes him knocking Eric Price down in the parking lot. But before he can continue beating him up, about 10 security guards quickly storm on top of him quickly stopping him.
Freddy Whoa: And look at all the security, looks like Eric Price was ready tonight here in Madison Square Garden.
Eric slowly gets up and regains his composure as the security guards hold the masked man who is clearly trying to fight out from their grip as Eric looks downright furious!
Eric Price: Oh yeah, is that right Masked Man? You thought you were going to get me again?!
Eric swings the steel chair right into the gut of the masked man as he doubles down in pain. He then takes the chair and hits the masked man on the back with the steel chair once, then twice, then a third time! He stomps away at him completely!
Eric Price: YOU SON OF A BITCH! Never again, I said no one would ever disrespect me and no one ever will again! Security, get this piece of shit out of my arena!
Eric smirks as security drag the Masked Man away and Eric looks quite proud of himself as the shot switches back to the announcers desk.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, Eric Price really angered by the Masked Man situation and he took him out, even though it took him 10 security guards to do it.
Erin Robbins: Are you saying our boss needed help? He’s our fearless leader and he can do it by himself but he was not going to allow the Masked Man to outsmart him again! He played him tonight in Madison Square Garden and he will think twice about trying to assault our dear leader ever again!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know, I doubt this is over.
The arena goes pitch black. “Anchor” plays and blue neon lights come on and point to the stage where Tek is at standing looking right at the ring. He makes is way down the ramp to the crowd booing him. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around at the crowd, he walks to the ring and gets on the apron and sits on the ropes looking at the ramp.
The lights go out in the arena and the music hits and while the lights are out and the entrance music is playing about a min later the lights go up and Havok is in the middle of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: let the fun begin
Erin Robbins: Hold your horses, Freddy, we've got two other people to come out.
“Popular” by Nada Surf cues up. Aaron Pearle walks out from the gorilla position, arms outstretched, shouting “Here I am!!!!”. When he doesn’t get his expected reaction, Pearle folds his arms across his chest and glares. He swaggers to the ring chastising the crowd for not cheering him. At some point he stops close to a pretty girl or cute child and taunts handing them the necklace of beads he wears. Finally he climbs the steps, slips between the ropes, and buttonholes the referee, nagging him about how to call the upcoming match.
“The Fire” by Rev Theory starts playing on the speakers as John Barber walks out from the back. He stands on top of the ramp with a thumb hooked into his right pocket, looking out at the crowd around him. He starts walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans nearest to the barricade. He jogs up the ring steps, quickly ducks between the top and middle ropes, and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He perches on the second turnbuckle and raises both arms, looking out at the crowd with a smirk on his face.
Freddy Whoa: Okay, NOW let the fun begin!
Havok goes right on the attack, running towards Pearle and Clotheslining him down. He starts stomping at Pearle, but Tek spins Havok around and hits a Swinging Reverse STO.
Freddy Whoa: Turtles! Seriously probably the strangest name for a move in WCF, I'd say.
Erin Robbins: EPPW, Zach.
Freddy Whoa: I'm not Zach, I'm Freddy, damnit.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, doesn't feel nice when the wrong name is used, does it?
Freddy Whoa: Touche.
Anyway, Tek is focusing on Havok too much and now Barber spins him around and kicks him in the gut. Barber quickly hits a Belly to Belly Suplex!, before going for a quick pin attempt.
Tek kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Smart man, going for a pin while everyone else is down. You rarely get a pinfall on a move like that but it doesn't hurt to try.
Havok has left the ring and gotten a steel chair.
Freddy Whoa: That chair is what cost Havok the win against Tek, but anything is legal now!
Havok rolls in as Barber gets to his feet and takes a wild swing, hitting Barber with it. Barber drops down and rolls out of the ring. Pearle is back up and turns to see the insane Havok, his eyes going wide, fearing for his safety. Havok takes another huge swing at Pearle, who ducks it... and low blows Havok.
Erin Robbins: Like you said... anything is legal!
Havok drops the chair and holds his junk in pain. Pearle sees an opportunity and executes a Snap Suplex on Havok, onto the chair!
Freddy Whoa: Ouch. All's fair in love and no DQ matches I guess.
Pearle quickly goes for a pin.
No, Havok kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Say what you want about Havok but he's got heart. He may be crazy, but there is heart there.
Tek is up. He runs at Pearle and hits a Running Flip Kick, taking him down. Barber is back in the ring and kicks Tek but Tek catches the leg and hits a Dragonscrew Legwhip. Tek then turns to Havok.
Freddy Whoa: Tek wants revenge for the attack last week!
Tek hits Havok with a Spike Piledriver!
Tek pins Havok, hooking the leg.
No!, Havok kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Another kickout, after such a vicious piledriver, wow.
Tek then climbs to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: He wants to put Havok away... he's going for the Cold Facts!
Tek flies off the top!... but Havok rolls away! He stumbles up and Havok catches him.
Erin Robbins: Double Underhook Piledriver, he calls that Payback, appropriately!
Havok pins Tek.
Freddy Whoa: Tek is eliminated!
Erin Robbins: He went high risk too early and it cost him, Freddy.
And with Tek out of the way Havok wants Pearle. As he stands up and looks around, Pearle is what he gets - Pearle runs at him and hits him with a Forearm Smash. Havok flies out of the ring. Pearle isn't about to go chasing after him - until Barber Clotheslines him out of the ring that is!
Freddy Whoa: All three guys on the outside now.
Barber goes to irish whip Pearle into the ring steps but Pearle reverses it and Barber is sent flying into them instead. Havok attacks Pearle from behind, lifting him up and hitting a Sidewalk Slam!
Erin Robbins: Very painful on the outside of the ring, there isn't any give to cold, hard cement.
Havok then lifts Pearle up and moves him over to the German announce table.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like our colleages Fritz von Deutsch and Aaron Heinrich Friedrich are in trouble!
Erin Robbins: Since when do we have a German announce team anyway?
Havok leans Pearle against the table and runs at him and hits a Clothesline. He then runs at him again and hits a Big Boot.
Freddy Whoa: That's a trademark of Havok!
The impact of the boot sends Pearle onto the table. Havok is ready to put him through it. He climbs up with him.
Erin Robbins: Havok is gonna hit his Payback through the german table!
The German announcers yell angrily in German (is there any other way to yell in German?) as they move away. However, Pearle is able to escape the Piledriver attempt... and hits a Luster Buster through the table!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
The table breaks and Pearle lands on top of Havok.
Erin Robbins: Pearle eliminates Havok!
Freddy Whoa: You know, Erin, since this is a "No DQ" match instead of a "Hardcore" match, pinfalls really shouldn't have counted outside the ring.
Erin Robbins: Eh, the rules of this match have always been a little sketchy.
Pearle rolls off Havok, laying on his back for a moment, catching his breath...
Freddy Whoa: Look up there, Barber is on the turnbuckle!
Indeed, Barber is on the closest turnbuckle to Pearle, and he dives off...
Erin Robbins: DIVING HEADBUTT!
Barber hits a Diving Headbutt to the outside of the ring onto Pearle! Barber pins Pearle, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: John Barber wins it!
Erin Robbins: After such a risky move off the top... wow. And Barber has just earned a Title shot at the belt of his choice!
Barber holds his head in pain as he stands up and gets his arm raised by the referee.
Freddy Whoa: Coming up next is our tag team titles match, which will see the Angels of Death square off against the current champions S-PAC in 3 on 3 action!
Erin Robbins: And this is like any regular tag team title defense, the first person to pick up a pinfall or submission will have his or her team declared the winners! And here we go!
The house lights dim as the jumbo screen showers with static before bold red letters flash across them.
The screen then begins showing highlights of Terry's WCF career as the first chords of Motorheads "Hellraiser" booms over the crowd with a near mesmerizing visual assault of decadent red, purple, and black strobing laser lights bringing the fans to their feet, followed by a massive wall of flames that rain down on, as another wall of flame shoots up from the main stage lasting 20 seconds creating a large billowing cloud of white smoke. As the song goes into the chorus, Terry, with a red and black guitar slung over his shoulder steps forth from the misty haze. Looking out upon the frenzied crowd with a pretentiously cocky grin that matches the bad intent in his eyes. once his gaze comes to the ring, he takes a battle styled side stance pointing to the ring just as the song hits a drum/guitar solo, the screen breaks from the highlights to flash more red letters that the fans read out in unison.
Terry then heads to the ring, feeding off the electric excitement in the air as he works the fans into a frenzy, when he arrives at ringside, he unstraps the guitar, walks over to the nearest ring post, raising the stock end of the guitar high into the air, blowing a clear mist towards it, creating an enormous fireball that floats high over the ring getting a big pop from the crowd. As Terry climbs up the ring stairs stepping through the ropes into the ring, the song fades, the strobes end, the house lights return to normal. Once at his corner he takes off his non wrestling gear before crouching down, staring coldly at his opponent. The pretentiously cocky smile replaced with a hateful scowl that matches the disdain in his eyes.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, representing the Angels of Death, standing at 6’ 5” tall, weighing in at 269 lbs., from Birmingham, Alabama, he is Terry Roberts!
The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. A cold hatred burns in his eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for his opponent along with Terry Roberts.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next, also representing the Angels of Death, standing at 6’ 7” tall, weighing in at 335 lbs., from the dark side of Hell, he is Night Rider!
Erin Robbins: This should be a very promising tag team contest.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed WCF Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, also representing the Angels of Death, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lazers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: HOLY SH-...!! THAT SCARED THE HOLY HELL OUT OF ME!!!
Erin Robbins: Speaking of "holy Hell" here comes Oblivion.
Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out, with the lovely Vixens skipping behind The Monster. The gathering are already scattered throughout the crowd. There are some scattered screams throughout the crowd. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera...
Freddy Whoa: Look at Oblivion!
The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away.
Erin Robbins: That was NOT necessary!! What did that cameraman do to Oblivion?!?!
Freddy Whoa: He got in The God of Insanity's way!!
Erin Robbins: No excuse!!
Freddy Whoa: Now, that Oblivion has gone past through that whole religious phase, maybe now this Monster of a beast of a man can continue to tear into the competition!!
The Vixens continue to skip around the ring, as The Gathering slowly comes down to the ring, through the crowd. Strobe lights continue to flash.
Freddy Whoa: I STILL hope, Oblivion doesn't end up as a false prophet. Then the Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and as mock lightning flash. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Erin Robbins: Like No matter what anyone thinks or says about this... this... nasty nasty individual, Oblivion is STILL a major force to deal with here in the WCF!!
Freddy Whoa: I agree with you one hundred percent, Shannan!!
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strike the corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. Shannan looks down and sees Zach hiding under the commentary table.
Erin Robbins: for crying out loud. Quit being such a big baby, Zach!! Get up here and sit!! DO YOUR DAMN JOB!!
Freddy Whoa: Holy....
Erin Robbins: Love or hate Oblivion, you DO have to give props to The Monster!!
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
Freddy Whoa: ....
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
Erin Robbins: NO!! NO!! NO-O-O-O!!
The lights flicker, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. The Gathering and The Vixens are kneeling down, with their torsos against the mat, with their arms extended outward, towards Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing.
Freddy Whoa: The WCF Arena is defiantly divided tonight!
Erin Robbins: They sure are!!
The Gathering and The Vixens slowly leave the ring, as the music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and gentleman.... The God of Insanity.... OBLIVION!!!
Erin Robbins: And all three Angels of Death are here and now they await the champions!
“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Waylon Cash and John Gobble walk out with the tag team titles over their shoulders. They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp. The roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles, holding the titles high for everyone to see. The crowd showers them with hate, as they jump down, and their music fades. Scott stands on the outside waiting for the third team member that is EricA Price!
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system as loud boos start emanating from the audience but they quickly turn to cheers as they notice it’s “EricA” Price coming down in a business suit yet again!
Erin Robbins: Oh my God, this needs to stop already!
EricA makes her way down the entrance ramp!
Freddy Whoa: This is hilarious and the fans certainly laughing and having a good time
Erin Robbins: Disgusting!
As EricA reaches ring side, Eric Price appears on the ramp, mic in hand. EricA turns to look up the ramp with a small smile on her face, she places her hands on her hips and shrugs a shoulder in lieu of a question in Eric's direction. Eric makes an action to beckon her back up the ramp, EricA laughs and shakes her head, signaling if he wants her, he can come to her.
Erin Robbins: This is enough now, when are S-PAC going to drop this?!
Eric slowly walks down the ramp, he looks conflicted, but mostly angry. Scott Savage moves to stand behind EricA in an almost protective stance as EricA taps her foot impatiently. Eric stands a foot or so away from her and raises the mic to his lips.
Eric Price: So, I can't fire you .... You made damn sure of that....
The crowd erupts into cheers as EricA laughs and nods her head slowly.
Eric Price: What I can do .... hmm … is agree to give you your job back.
EricA pretends to act confused, pointing at herself and then the ring in a slow, exaggerated way in order to mock him.
Erin Robbins: Even Ana isn't that dumb, she knows full well Eric means he will rehire her as Ana....
Freddy Whoa: Maybe so, but looks like she's going to make him say it.
Eric sighs heavily, so heavily it sounds almost like a growl, which causes the crowd to erupt into cheers again as EricA tries to hide a smirk on her lips.
Eric Price: Fine! FINE! You think you're so damn clever! DON'T HAVE YOUR JOB BACK!!!
EricA shrugs and turns as if to make her way up the ring steps to compete... The crowd begin chanting
ERICA --- ERICA --- ERICA --- ERICA
Eric holds up a hand to stop her and slowly nods, his face as dark as thunder as he is resolved to his fate.
Eric Price: FINE! I officially re-instate this match as Terry Roberts, Night Rider and Oblivion versys Waylon Cash, John Gobble and ... Waylon Cash!
The crowd actually cheers this, which is an odd turn of events.
Erin Robbins: See, a pillar of integrity! Fair leadership in action right there, allowing Ana to compete at this prestigious PPV!
Ana laughs softly and slides the red wig off, she drops it at Eric's feet and begins taking her clothes off, for a moment, Eric looks shocked, before he realizes she is wearing her ring attire underneath the EricA Price business suit. When Ana reaches the socks she was using to stuff, she throws them to Eric, who catches on instinct and then drops them with a disgusted yelp.
Cash and Gobble stand in the ring watching this with a grin, Scott remains right behind Ana, watching her adjust her ring wear as she bends to one knee, adjusting her boot. She glances up and for a second, it looks as though she winks at the crowd. She spins as she stands, which is when the glint of something in her hand glimmers on the camera.
Freddy Whoa: What is that?!
Before the commentator can get his words out, Ana has used the momentum of her pivot to smash what we can now see is an iron bar against the skull of Scott Savage! The shock and impact are enough to knock him off his feet, as the back of his head collides hard and heavy with the security barrier and scarlet red blood trickles from his temple.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: WHAT....?!
Cash and Gobble are too stunned to act as Ana turns back to them for a split second, blowing a kiss with a smirk before she hops the security barrier and disappears into the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: I'm still not sure I understand what just happened....?!
Erin Robbins: And what does this mean for the match?!
Eric, laughing, raises the mic to his lips as he regards S-PAC still in the ring, who are now yelling and freaking out between the two of them, as Scott is coming to and putting a finger to his bloody temple.
Eric Price: Hahahaha, now that’s justice served! Now, I’m a fair man and I certainly will not deprive the Angels of Death of their tag team title opportunity here at Revenge therefore, this match will now be a handicap match!
Cash and Gobble are livid in the ring as Scott Savage is still down from the shot by the pipe and Eric is just beside himself laughing.
Eric Price: Good luck in your handicap match boys, you're going to need it ... ring the bell. Oh and just for the record, just for the record, this is all in the name of fair leadership!
The bell rings and the referee begins sending the teams to their corners, the entire arena still in a kind of stunned silence, at what just occurred.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! So Eric Price leaving and we now have a two on three handicap match with the tag team titles on the line after Waylon Cash has seemingly turned her back on S-PAC but for what reason?!
Erin Robbins: I don’t know, all I do know is she is a turncoat and Cash and Gobble are to be admired for defending these titles under such horrid circumstances.
Freddy Whoa: And looks like Waylon Cash is going to start things off here against Terry Roberts! But Cash wants no part of Roberts and just slides out of the ring along with Gobble!
Erin Robbins: They don’t deserve this kind of match right now!
Crowd boos loudly
Freddy Whoa: And looks like Cash and Gobble are taking a walk as they try to help their manager Scott Savage to his feet to take him to the back!
Eric Price makes his way out onto the entrance ramp again!
Eric Price: Guys, where do you think you’re going, you have a tag team title defense going on right now!
Cash and Gobble scream that they’re leaving and they’re not doing the 2 on 3 match!
Crowd: S-PAC sucks! S-PAC sucks! S-PAC sucks!
Eric Price: Oh you’re not defending your titles, is that right? Two on three is just too much for you! I’ll tell you what, I’ll have medical personnel come out here to take care of Savage but you two better get back in that right now!
Cash and Gobble both say no!
Eric Price: No? If you don’t get back in that ring when I’m done with my 10 count, then I will STRIP you of those tag team titles and I’ll find another team who will compete against the Angels of Death to earn the right to carry those titles!
Crowd cheers loudly at this proclamation
Cash and Gobble both look at each other and quickly run back into the ring as Gobble gets in first and squares off against Terry Roberts!
Freddy Whoa: And looks like this match will go on as the bell rings here!
Erin Robbins: I don’t know about that decision, S-PAC did not deserve this!
Freddy Whoa: Those are the breaks though as Gobble and Roberts lock up here! Roberts has Gobble in a headlock and now both men on the ropes, Gobble pecking across the ring here and he grabs Roberts and puts him in a headlock now and … what is he doing?
Erin Robbins: Umm … I don’t know how to describe this but he seems to be pecking away at Roberts’ head for some reason. I … I’m not going to try to explain that but he’s wearing Roberts down for sure here.
Freddy Whoa: But Roberts showing his resilience here as he’s responding here with some hard elbows to John Gobble pushing him back.
Erin Robbins: And Gobble now forced to let go of the hold as Roberts quickly makes his way to the corner and tags in Night Rider! Night Rider Is in!
Freddy Whoa: And Gobble quickly goes back to his corner and tags in Cash!
Cash and Night Rider are both in the match now as Night Rider springs off the ropes and hits a leg drop across Cash’s chest.
Freddy Whoa: And Night Rider goes for the pin. Cover!
Erin Robbins: But Waylon Cash kicks out at the count of one. Night Rider picks up Cash and sends him into the ropes. Cash ducks a clothesline and stops. He counters with a kick to the back of Night Riders leg. Night Rider drops to one knee as Waylon leaps for his corner and tags in Gobble!
Freddy Whoa: And Gobble clucks around the ring for … some reason pecking Night Rider’s head as he picks up Night Rider and slams him to the mat!
Erin Robbins: What a slam too! The ring even shook from that impact. Gobble running over here and clotheslinining Oblivion off the apron and also trying to knock Roberts down here but he manages to avoid it as Gobble turns back to Night Rider.
Freddy Whoa: He picks him up and connects with a double arm DDT. Gobble goes for the cover.
Erin Robbins: But no, Night Rider kicks out at two. So far a great match here.
Freddy Whoa: Yes as Gobble picks up Night Rider and takes him to his corner. Gobble tags in Cash. Remember, this is a two on three bout as they double team Night Rider but the referee screaming at them telling Gobble to get out!
Erin Robbins: They’re just following the rules in the strictest sense, nothing wrong here, see Gobble is leaving!
Freddy Whoa: And Waylon Cash whips Night Rider into the ropes. Cash connects with a super kick that sends Night Rider to the mat. Cash climbs to the top rope, this is some high risk here as he usually is not up there. Night rider turning around and WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Cash connecting with a drop kick right to Night Rider and he’s down! Cover!
Freddy Whoa: And no … Night Rider manages to kick out! A frustrated Waylon Cash picks up Night Rider and whips him into the ropes as he tags John Gobble back in! Cash drops to the mat as Night Rider comes off the ropes. Gobble hits him with a powerful clothesline as Cash slides out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: S-Pac has kept Night Rider in the ring for a while now. Oblivion now getting back up on the ring apron along with Terry Roberts are going crazy outside the ring. Night Rider needs to make the tag.
Freddy Whoa: If he doesn't, this 3 on 2 advantage will become a moot point!
Erin Robbins: Gobble picks up Night Rider while leering at Oblivion in the corner. Oblivion attempts to enter the ring but the ref drives him back. Gobble hits Night Rider with a piledriver and goes for the cover!
Freddy Whoa: And close but no cigar as Night Rider kicks out at 2! Gobble is clearly frustrated now as he doesn’t know what he needs to do to put Night Rider away.
Erin Robbins: Oh I think he’s figuring it out now as Gobble is going up high here! Gobble taking a huge risk here, this is a terrible idea!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Night Rider moving out of the way at the last second as Gobble gets nothing here!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider now using the ropes for leverage to get himself up slowly.
Freddy Whoa: Yes, Night Rider now on his feet and he goes to his corner, he needs to make the tag and HE DOES! Tagging in Oblivion who is fresh and has not competed yet!
Erin Robbins: Yes and Oblivion sends Gobble into the ropes and slaps Cash. Oblivion hits Gobble with a tilt a whirl backbreaker here as he’s coming off the ropes! IT picks up Gobble now into a fireman's carry into airplane spin then Samoan driver. Gobble hits the mat hard as Oblivion goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: But Cash runs into the ring to break up the count! So far a great match here in Madison Square Garden, both teams giving it their all and despite the disadvantage, Cash and Gobble of S-PAC have made a great showing thus far showing why they are the tag team champions! Like their tactics or not, they are really taking it to the Angels of Death!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider has taken a lot of punishment in this match but he wants back in it seems, not exactly the best idea here!
Freddy Whoa: Regardless, Oblivion picks up Gobble and connects with a powerful inverted slingshot suplex. Gobble is down and Oblivion goes for the pin.
Erin Robbins: But no, a cluck out from John Gobble!
Freddy Whoa: Did you just say a “cluck out”?
Erin Robbins: Umm … anyway, this match continues as Gobble barely gets the shoulder up! Oblivion picks up Gobble and tags in Terry Roberts! Oblivion slams Gobble to the mat as Terry Roberts leaps from the top rope with a frog splash. Roberts picks up Gobble and runs into the turnbuckle with him.
Freddy Whoa: And now Roberts pushes Gobble down and I think he’s going for it!
Erin Robbins: Yes, looks like he might be going for Thunderstruck!
Freddy Whoa: He gets up to the top rope and the crowd is calling for it and YES! He makes the jump successfully landing on John Gobble! Cover!
Erin Robbins: Still NO! Somehow Gobble is able to get his foot on the ropes. Terry Roberts slaps the mat three times quickly indicating a slow count. He stands and argues with the ref and begins pushing him backwards.
Freddy Whoa: But Gobble takes this opportunity to roll over to his corner and tag in Cash. The ref doesn't see it and as Cash grabs Terry Roberts and flips him over his shoulder down hard onto the mat
Erin Robbins: And the referee doing the right thing here forcing Waylon Cash out.
Freddy Whoa: And Gobble is certainly not happy here screaming at the referee that the tag was made but the referee adamant that he did not see it and Gobble forced back in now! Terry Roberts now tags in Oblivion again who rushes John Gobble and hits him with a Running Headbutt.
Erin Robbins: And Gobble drops to one knee and shakes his head trying to clear the cobwebs.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion now attempts to lift him up as he catches him in a small cradle. The referee slides into position but Oblivion breaks the hold before he could begin to count. Gobble rolls and stretches out his hand.
Erin Robbins: And looks like Gobble is going in for a tag to Cash here but … oh no, Oblivion drops an elbow on his back. Oblivion picks up Gobble and oh my God, he’s setting him up for another piledriver! He connects! Cover!
Freddy Whoa: And WHOA, Gobble still manages to kick out from that. Oblivion is beside himself with how this is even possible!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is in a rage and now he grabs Gobble and lifts him up. And BAM, a slam down to the mat. He’s going to his corner and Night Rider wants in!
Freddy Whoa: Tag is made and Night Rider is in officially! Night Rider grabbing Gobble from the mat and wow, a snap DDT to Gobble. Cover!
Erin Robbins: Gobble still manages to kick out!
Freddy Whoa: And Gobble barely managing to kick out here! Night Rider furious now and he proceeds to lift Gobble here but wait, Gobble grabbing him, small package!
No! Night Rider kicks out!
Erin Robbins: So close! But no cigar, not yet, for S-PAC!
Night Rider turns to tag in Terry Roberts. Terry has his arm out... but as Night Rider is going to make the tag, Terry takes his arm away.
Freddy Whoa: What is he doing!? Denying the tag?
Gobble, from behind, shoves Night Rider. Night Rider is sent flying into Roberts, just barely touching him. Terry drops to the outside on his own and starts walking out of the arena. Oblivion yells to him, asking what he's doing.
Erin Robbins: Terry Roberts is leaving the match! But why? Why is he abandoning the AoD?
Inside the ring, Cash and Gobble are demanding the referee count Terry Roberts out since technically a tag was made when Night Rider was shoved into him. The ref refuses at first until it seems like Gobble and Cash might assault him. He then quickly calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: The Angels of Death lose this bizarre matchup due to a countout! Why did Terry Roberts abandon them!?
Cash and Gobble grin as they take back their Tag Team Titles. The ref is just happy to be out of harm's way... until he turns and comes face to face with an angry Oblivion and Night Rider.
Erin Robbins: Uh oh.
Oblivion and Night Rider grab the ref by the throat and lift him for a Double Chokeslam! Meanwhile, Waylon Cash and John Gobble leave, their Tag Team Titles in hand.
Freddy Whoa: Very bizarre. First Ana Valentine leaves, then Synn does too. Either way, S-PAC retains.
Freddy Whoa: Okay folks, we are coming up to the WCF Hardcore Title match!!
Erin Robbins: Yes sir, Freddy. Hardcore matches here in WCF, tend to be an entertaining ones. So, buckle yourselves up and don't go anywhere, but as everyone knows....
Freddy Whoa: Here in WCF, anything that CAN happen usually DOES happen!! Kyle Steel is in the ring now...
Kyle Steel: The following match-up is for WCF Hardcore Cha-a-ampi-ionshi-i-ip!!
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one hand in the air as the audience cheers.
"You can sound the alarm
At this he sets off down the ramp.
Erin Robbins: Let's hope not, for the sake of the company, that Jeff Purse doesn't race down the ramp and tragically crash!!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my God, Erin. Why would you say such a thing?!?!
Erin Robbins: Oh don't be so damn sensitive!! It's like having Zach Brown sitting next to me. I don't want it to happen, but it would make for some great television, though.
Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him
Freddy Whoa: THAT WAS AMAZING. NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES, WE SEE THAT... THAT IS JUST AMAZING!!
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
Erin Robbins: Calm down there Freddy Whoo-Whoo!!
Freddy Whoa: Whoo-Whoo?! Wha-a-a....
He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace.
Kyle Steel: First, the challenger... From Venice Beach, California, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is The Future... JE-E-FF PUR-UR-URSE!!!
When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. He anxiously awaits his competition.
Erin Robbins: Now, all we are waiting on is the WCF Hardcore Champion...
"With Oden On Our Side" Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer as once the vocals starts. the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring, glaring down at Jeff Purse with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow and methodical pace. Balfore is dragging behind him a metal trash can, full of random items.
Kyle Steel: Walking down to the ring... From Houston, Texas.... Weighing in at 300 pounds. He is the WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION... THE NORDIC TANK O-O-ODI-IN BA-A-A-ALFOR-OR-OR-ORE-E-E!!!
Freddy Whoa: It looks like The Maverick has brought with him, to the ring, a few of his toys.
Erin Robbins: Those kind of toys, normal children shouldn't be playing with.
Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.
Freddy Whoa: A-a-and this Hardcore title match is underway.
The crowd: LET'S ODIN!! LET'S GO JEFF!! LET'S GO ODIN!! LET'S GO JEFF!!
The champion leaves the ring. The challenger leaves the ring, to go out after the champion.
Erin Robbins: Look like we have might action early, in this match.
Jeff Purse chases after Odin Balfore, who walks towards his trash can full of goodies. The crowd's mood accelerates, the closer Purse got to Balfore.
Freddy Whoa: STREET SIGN!!
The champion nails the challenger across the top of the head and forehead.
Erin Robbins: The Future stumbles backwards...
Odin Balfore charges at a stumbling Jeff Purse, with a barbaric yell...
The champion nails his challenger with a big boot, on the left side of the head, which causes Purse to twist violently to the right, in the air briefly, before crashing down at ringside.
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Jeff Purse slowly staggers up, as the champion methodically stalks his challenger...
Freddy Whoa: Odin Balfore is right behind The Future...
Erin Robbins: The Future is so bland, I'm gonna need a nap!!
Freddy Whoa: Odin Balfore traps Jeff Purse's right arm with his own right arm. Hooks a half nelson with his own left arm....
The champion picks up the challenger....
Jeff Purse: UGH!! AH-H-H-H!!!
Erin Robbins: A devastating half nelson suplex almost right in front of us!!
Balfore picks the trash can, full of items and tosses at Jeff Purse.
Freddy Whoa: I bet that hurt!!
Erin Robbins: You wanna find out?!?!
Freddy Whoa: Um... no!!
Balfore picks up the now empty trash can...
Erin Robbins: Absolutely nasty three trash can shots to the head of Jeff Purse!!
Purse collapses to the ring side mats. Balfore takes no chance and picks up Purse and throws him towards the ring side metal barriers. Purse is laying against the barriers and Balfore, while using his massive right boot, pushes the face of Jeff Purse into the ring barrier.
Freddy Whoa: The big man is NOT done...
Erin Robbins: NOT BY A LONG SHOT!!
Balfore picks up Purse...
Purse connects with a shot to Balfore's mid0section. Balfore looks down and bends down towards his opponent and laughs in his face.
Odin Balfore: IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!?!
The champion, while grabbing a hold of the steel barrier, proceeds to stomp down onto Purse. Balfore grabs The Future and throws him once again...
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD!! Jeff Purse is broken in half as he was tossed into the ring barrier. Look likes the challenger is grabbing his ribs.
Balfore laughs as he steps down onto Purse's ribs, but quickly picks up the challenger....
Erin Robbins: BEAR HUG!!
Jeff Purse screams out in pain, but not for long....
Freddy Whoa: A belly to belly suplex!!
Balfore looks around and sees a camera cable. He picks up Jeff Purse and stands him up to one of the ring posts.
Erin Robbins: What is Odin Balfore doing?
The champion proceeds to wrap the cable around Jeff Purse, tying him up loosely to the ring post. Balfore continues to look around and then smiles.
Freddy Whoa: WHAT NOW!?!
Balfore walks up to the small area, where Kyle Steel is sitting and grabs for a chair.
Erin Robbins: UH-OH!!
The Nordic Tank grins from ear to ear, as Jeff Purse struggles, as he tries to free himself...
Erin Robbins: OH-H-H-H-H MY-Y-Y-Y GO-O-O-O-DD-D-D-D!! Jeff Purse's head burst open like a water balloon!!
Jeff Purse's head is now profusely bleeding. Balfore unties Purse and catches him, as his challenger collapses down. The Maverick tossed Purse over his massive right shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: Odin balfore is carrying Jeff Purse inside the ring.
Balfore puts Purse down to the ring, keeping him standing. Balfore with a massive hand around the throat of Jeff Purse...
Jeff Purse: AHHH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H....
Freddy Whoa: RAGNAROK!! CHOKE SLAM INTO A BACKBREAKER.
Jeff Purse twitches in the center, of the ring.
Erin Robbins: The champion is making the pin.
WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser is sliding into position.
The crowd: ONE!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREE-E-E-E-E-E-E!!!
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match and sti-i-i-i-ill WCF hardcore champion.... O-O-O-ODI-I-IN BAL-AL-AL-ALFOR-OR-ORE!!
Erin Robbins: The champion, Odin Balfore was extra rough tonight!! WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Out from the crowd....
Freddy Whoa: HOLY... SH.... <chuckles> I'm almost cursed!! IT'S OBLIVION!! OBLIVION... THE MONSTER IS HERE!!
Erin Robbins: The Monster just HAD a six man tag match with his cohorts of The Angels of Death facing off against The S-PAC!! What's IT doing here?!?!?
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion with a kick a gut to the mid-section of Odin Balfore!!
Erin Robbins: 5150!! 5150!!
Freddy Whoa: A nasty fireman's cutter!!
Erin Robbins: WHY?!?!
Oblivion has a mic in IT's hand?!?!
Oblivion: YOU CALL YOURSELF HARDCORE, BALFORE?!? THE MONSTER OBLIVION IS THE GOD OF HARDCORE!!! IT THINKS YOU HAVE SOMETHING OF THE MONSTER'S!!
Oblivion picks up the Hardcore Championship and looks at it.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion is not champion, he needs to give it back to Odin Balfore!!!
Erin Robbins: Freddy, you big baby!! Oblivion is just savoring the moment.
Oblivion: Guess what... IT WANTS THE TITLE BACK!!!
Oblivion slams the title back down onto Odin Balfore broken body.
The crowd: WHOA!!
Freddy Whoa: I think declaration of war has been made. The prize... THE WCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is a 5 time champion.
Oblivion just looks down at Odin Balfore.
Freddy Whoa: NASTY JUST ABSOLUTELY NASTY!!
The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Ghosts 'n Stuff" hits the P.A and FPV, signature duster and "Franky The Boudle Slayer" T-Shirt, comes out the curtains. He plays to excited crowd like a circus ringmaster, fistbumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fistbump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage.
FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fistbumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotuc position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to be a huge match. Tonight is just full of huge matches and we’ve seen big matches so far, but WHOA! This match is just going to be amazing!
Erin Robbins: I’m sure Jay Price is just back there praying that both of these guys somehow get injured and aren’t able to become known as a better People’s Champion than him.
The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously "Radioactive" by the Imagine Dragons starts to play as blue and white neon lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the music.
Freddy Whoa: And speaking of the People’s Champion, here he is!
Fog fills up the entrance ramp as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who once cheered him... Booing him as loud as they can. You can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor." Joe walks slow and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.
The referee looks at both wrestlers who nod and the referee rings the bell. Franky launches out of his corner and runs at the big man. STJ tries to put him down with a clothesline but FPV ducks, bounces off the ropes and nails a huge forearm from behind, stumbling STJ but not putting him down. STJ turns and grins and FPV delivers a couple of stiff kicks to STJ’s midsection. STJ yells out but begs for another. He catches FPV’s leg and punishes him for the bad move by pulling him into a jarring clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Man, Franky comes out at the bell but gets put down not long after.
Franky is up again and charges at STJ who powerslams him down onto the mat and bounces back up, taunting the crowd. The crowd boos in return and their reaction turns to cheers as FPV catches STJ not looking and does his own version of punishment as he nails a springboard dropkick and knocks the People’s champion out of the ring! The crowd pops. FPV runs across the ring, bounces off for that extra burst of speed and dives through the middle and top rope, nailing Joe with a vicious elbow strike, flooring him on the outside.
Freddy Whoa: Franky showing off that speed and devil may care attitude. Oh and here he goes, climbing up onto the apron and leaps off for a leg drop on the people’s champ. He’s about to become the People’s Chump if he doesn’t get back in this match soon.
Erin Robbins: the only chump I see is Franky.
Franky helps STJ up and rolls him into the ring. Franky starts to go for the pin but knows that will get him nowhere and he places Joe’s right leg on the bottom rope and stomps on it a couple of times, trying to wear down the big man’s leg. STJ hollers out in pain and eventually Franky gives up and helps STJ up to his feet and just manages to get a scoop slam before walking over to the nearby turnbuckle. He perches on the second rope and drops a knee across the big noggin of STJ.
He decides to go for the cover and the referee gets into position.
1….nowhere near good enough and Franky hops up immediately and lets STJ get up on his own. Franky walks over and goes to lock up with STJ but gets a thumb to the eye and the referee yells at Joe. Joe shrugs him off and irish whips FPV across the ring and puts him down with a sidewalk slam. STJ is up, bounces off the opposite ropes as FPV sits up and drills him right in the face with a boot, effectively taking control of the match again and the crowd starts booing. They boo even louder as STJ gets down beside FPV and starts choking him. The referee starts counting.
STJ lets go just before the referee was going to disqualify him. He taunts the fans who thought he was going to let himself get DQ’d to keep the belt. STJ starts choking the life out of FPV again and once more the referee starts counting.
Once more STJ lets go right before the referee is going to DQ him.
Erin Robbins: Being at the mercy of someone like STJ is NOT where Franky wants to be at right now.
STJ finally gets up, picking FPV up with him and whips him across the ring. He catches Franky and drops him in a flapjack, bouncing him off the mat. STJ starts angrily stomping FPV and points towards where the People’s title sits with a ringside attendant yelling that he can’t take away that title from him.
STJ picks Franky up and nails him with a backbreaker. He doesn’t let go of the move and does another backbreaker, finally following it up with a third one. He tosses FPV down and starts talking trash to a member of the crowd at ringside. FPV slowly gets up and it looks like he’s about to jump STJ again but STJ turns around and ducks a clothesline attempt at the ropes and he catches FPV.
Freddy Whoa: Oh no! He’s in the position for a Baptism!! Could this match end this quickly?
STJ lifts him up but FPV jumps at the same time and elbows STJ in the side of the head and gets out of his grasp. FPV bounces off the ropes and yells out FUS ROH DUH as he goes for the running clothesline. Hearing him yell that causes STJ to predict his move and STJ ducks the move, FPV sees this and jumps on the ropes, springboarding for a back elbow, but STJ moves to the side and Franky crashes to the mat.
STJ grabs Franky up off the mat and applies a huge bearhug. FPV yells out in pain as STJ’s arms squeeze the air out of him. The crowd starts cheering for Franky to give him the energy to survive the bearhug, but he’s slowly fading. The referee goes and checks on Franky. He holds his arm up once and it falls down. The referee counts 1. Franky’s arm is held up a second time and it falls down. The referee counts 2 as the crowd starts clapping and chanting Franky’s name. The arm is held up for a third time as the crowd looks on. STJ is squeezing for all he’s worth, but the arm only drops down about halfway and stops. The crowd pops as Franky starts coming back to life. He hammers away at STJ who is shrugging it off. FPV starts clapping him on the sides of the head as hard as he can and after the second time, STJ lets go of the bear hug and quickly goes for a clothesline. Franky ducks the clothesline, bounces off the ropes and dives at STJ hitting a huge forearm knocking STJ to the mat.
STJ is back up and Franky hits him with an elbow smash, flooring STJ once again. STJ rolls over to the ropes and gets up near the ropes. Franky yells out BOOM! As he leaps forward and the crowd yells out HEADSHOT! But STJ is able to duck out of the way and he stops FPV’s momentum once more, this time with a Divination! STJ goes for the pin.
Erin Robbins: Oh wow, that stopped FPV in his tracks again and this could be it!
1…2…kick out by Franky. STJ picks up Franky and sets him up for a Baptism but Franky elbows him in the side of the head and backs STJ down. STJ whips Franky across the ring to the turnbuckles. STJ charges at Franky going for a huge spear, hoping to cut him in half, but Franky kicks his legs up in the air and leapfrogs STJ who drives his shoulder into the post.
STJ yells out in pain as he lays there on the second turnbuckle. He slowly gets out of the corner and then something is in the corner of his eye. Franky runs in front of him, springboards off the ropes to his side and leaps off for a huge springboard dropkick, flooring the people’s champion! STJ slowly gets up and FPV grabs him, whipping him across the ring and floors him with a Frankysteiner!! The crowd pops as FPV seems to be finally gaining momentum in this match. FPV drops an elbow from standing position and covers STJ.
1…2..kick out, barely even a 2 count honestly and FPV is not bothered by that at all as he stays on the attack, picking STJ up and putting him back down with a snap suplex. FPV flips STJ over into a single leg Boston crab, going back to the attack on that same leg from earlier in the match. The referee asks STJ if he wants to give up but STJ says no, but you can tell the move is hurting the big man. STJ finally grabs the referee and somehow pulls him into FPV, knocking him off STJ. FPV has no idea what’s going on and gets up off the mat. The referee tells STJ he better not do that again. STJ gets up and goes for a big boot on FPV, who ducks it.
“FUS ROH DUH!!”
STJ isn’t able to see the move coming quite so well this time as he is floored with the huge trademark running clothesline of FPV’s. FPV points to the turnbuckle. He quickly scales the nearby turnbuckle and stops at the top, holding his arms out in a crucifix pose. FPV jumps off, feet first and hits STJ with a double foot stomp! The crowd goes nuts.
Freddy Whoa: GOOMBAH STOMP! Right after a FUS ROH DUH! This could be it!
Franky quickly covers STJ
STJ just manages to get the arm up. FPV is up and he stands over at the nearby turnbuckle as STJ slowly starts getting up. Just when he’s at the point of kneeling and is starting to stand up, FPV turns and scales the turnbuckle and leaps off, twisting halfway through and flooring STJ with a huge top rope enziguri and the crowd pops.
Franky catches his breath as STJ still is trying to get up and FPV catches him with a cobra clutch. He runs forward and plants STJ again, this time with a cobra clutch bulldog. Franky rolls him over and goes for the pin.
1…2..foot on the rope! The referee stops the count as STJ puts his foot on the rope.
Erin Robbins: Looks like Franky was getting just a little too into the momentum and didn’t make sure to hook that leg.
Franky decides to go after said leg, the same one he’s punished not once but twice in this match by using that as the one he uses for his Fuck Your Everything stepover toehold sleeper. Joe yells out in pain and reaches back for that leg but FPV just wrenches on his head.
Erin Robbins: FPV wisely put this move on Joe where he’s so far away from the ropes. All Joe can see right now is in front of him and the rope to cause FPV to be forced to let go of the move is miles away from the People’s champion.
STJ uses all his strength to very slowly start pulling Franky and himself across the ring, but he only makes it a couple of feet before he realizes how far away that is. He glances to the side and notices it’s closer and with the crowd chanting both “Franky” and “Tap Out” over and over. Franky is squeezing STJ as hard as he can to make him pass out or tap out and STJ is just inches away from the ropes. He holds his arm up and looks as if he’s about to pass or tap and that hand is just stretched out there when he gives it one last pull and his hand lands on the rope, gripping it tightly.
The crowd is not happy with this result and neither is FPV who relinquishes the hold. STJ climbs out of the ring to regroup and the crowd boos at the move despite how smart it is. STJ limps a little around the ring and he eventually ends up across the ring from Franky who stands there watching him. STJ pretends to argue with a crowd member. Franky runs across the ring and looks like he’s about to leap over when STJ quickly moves to the side. Franky stops and wags his finger at STJ saying “no, no”. STJ talks trash to FPV in the ring and FPV slides under the ropes quickly. STJ’s eyes grow wide and FPV chases him around the ring and STJ rolls under the ropes and back into the ring. FPV rolls in but STJ is somehow on his feet and starts stomping away at Franky.
Franky is able to get up and the two men start trading rights and lefts with each other in the middle of the ring and the crowd goes crazy. Despite all the punishment he’s taken STJ gets the upperhand and backs FPV into the corner. STJ whips him across the ring and goes for a big clothesline but hits nothing but air. STJ turns around and Franky is already in position.
STJ’s head is nearly taken off as Franky nails his huge patented superkick. STJ is laid out in the center of the ring. Franky drops down and hooks STJ’s leg. The crowd counts along with the referee.
No one can believe it, probably not even STJ as he is able to just barely kick out of the move! FPV is arguing with the referee as STJ slowly gets up. The referee moves around the ring and gets out of position as STJ is somehow able to nail FPV with a big low blow.
Freddy Whoa: How the hell did the referee miss that?!
STJ signals that it’s over as he catches FPV and hits him with a Baptism in the center of the ring. The referee counts the pin.
The crowd pops as FPV kicks out. FPV is holding his junk, still hurting from that low blow. STJ kicks FPV in the gut and hits a huge powerbomb on FPV.
Erin Robbins: Oh wow, that was not good for FPV. He’s starting to slowly lose his grip on that People’s title.
Freddy Whoa: This match isn’t over yet!
STJ grabs FPV and puts him up on his shoulders for the Steel Mill. FPV is miraculously able to wriggle out of it and knocks STJ forward somehow. STJ turns around and FPV pulls out another superkick out of nowhere
FPV covers STJ once more.
The bell rings as "Ghosts n' Stuff" by deadmau5 hits the speakers. The crowd goes insane as the referee is handed the People’s title and gives it to FPV.
Kyle Steel: And the NEWWWWW People’s champion….FRANK PATRICK VENABLE!!!
Chants of “FRANKY” can be heard over and over.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! I can’t believe it, Franky is the new People’s champion!!
FPV slowly climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and stays perched there, holding the title over his head, pointing at the crowd because this was all for them.
All of the lights in the arena dim simultaneously... Next, a massive pulsing light pierces through the vicinity as a barrage of pyrotechnics erupt. Smoke pours from the stage in the midst of various colors & hues. "Rich As Fuck" by Lil' Wayne featuring 2 Chainz pumps from the speakers as Jonathan Jakobs emerges from behind the curtains. He briefly stops and places his right fist in the air, the crowd boos in utter disgust. Jonathan strides down to the ring as he exchanges high-fives with a few of the fans. He climbs the steps & enters the ring. He stands in the corner and awaits his opponent.
The entire arena shuts down into darkness, as the live crowd anticipate the entrance for the next competitor. Seconds pass before... three shotgun shots go off in quick succession, each louder than the next. The audience waits with baited breath, before suddenly, all the lights in the entire arena flare up with maximum intensity, temporarily blinding everyone that's present.
"Back For More" by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play as Morientes comes out from the back, dressed in his usual fighting attire. He looks around calmly, posing for the crowd for a few moments, before making his way to the ring, nodding at cheering fans as the first verse of the song hits.
He slides into the ring and raise his arms into the air to the adoring screams of wrestling fans, before shedding his leather jacket in the middle of the ring, and throwing it to the crowd. Morientes then climbs up the upper left turnbuckle, gesturing to the crowd and gathering a standing ovation. He then jumps back to the mat and starts stretching his arms, patiently awaiting for the referee to start the match.
Erin Robbins: Both of these men are great athletes, this will be an amazing contest.
Morientes and Jakobs go to tie up, but instead of doing so, Jakobs kicks Mori in the gut. Mori doubles over and Jakobs follows up with a few forearm shots, pressing him into the ropes. Jakobs then irish whips Morientes across the ring and snaps off a beautiful Dropkick as Morientes comes back.
Freddy Whoa: Jakobs taking control early in this contest, thanks to his deceitful tactics.
Jakobs puts Morientes into a headlock. Which, of course, causes the fans to begin to rally behind Mr. M. The "MOR-IE-EN-TES!" chants begin to ring up, giving Morientes some extra strength. Morientes rises to his feet, Jakobs keeping the hold locked in as much as he can. Morientes elbows Jakobs a few times, breaks free, runs to the ropes and then hits Jakobs with a Savate Kick!
Erin Robbins: Come on, Jakobs.
Morientes waits for Jakobs to get back to his feet. He grapples him from behind, but Jakobs switches, getting behind Morientes instead.
Freddy Whoa: Both of these men are masters of the German Suplex, is Jakobs gonna hit it here?
No, Morientes reverses by taking Jakobs down with a Russian Legsweep. Jakobs begins to sit back up and Morientes hits a vicious Buzzsaw kick to the head!
Erin Robbins: OUCH. That shouldn't be allowed, he could've killed him!
Morientes goes for a pin.
No!, Jakobs kicks out. The crowd boos.
Freddy Whoa: As you mentioned, both of these guys, great athletes.
Morientes picks Jakobs up and throws him into the turnbuckle. Morientes then charges, but Jakobs gets his boot up, Morientes running right into it. Jakobs grabs Morientes' head and sits himself up on the top rope... he hits a Tornado DDT!
Erin Robbins: YEAH!
Jakobs quickly gets on top of Morientes, hooking the leg.
No!, Morientes gets his arm up. But Jakobs isn't done. He backs up, playing to the crowd as Morientes struggles to his feet. Once Morientes is up Jakobs kicks him in the gut and executes a Gutwrench Powerbomb into sitout pin!
NO! Morientes kicks out again!
Freddy Whoa: Two huge nearfalls right in a row!
Frustrated but determined, Jakobs kicks Morientes a few times before climbing to the top.
Erin Robbins: This is where Jonathan Jakobs is at his most dangerous! He's got Morientes right where he wants him.
Jakobs flies off the top!
Erin Robbins: DIVING HEADBUTT!
But no, Morientes rolls out of the way in the knick of time! Jakobs hits the mat, his face contorting in pain. He gets back up, as does Morientes, who catches him...
Freddy Whoa: ESPANOL BOMB!
Morientes hits it!, and into the pin.
Erin Robbins: Well... looks like Morientes just picked up the win.
Indeed, Morientes' music hits as he stands up, getting his arm raised in the air.
Freddy Whoa: He sure did! Another triumphant match for The Bull. Will this be an indication for the rest of the night for Bravado?
Morientes leaves the ring as Jakobs' gets himself together.
Freddy Whoa: I will say though, great outing by Jonathan Jakobs. Great effort by both men.
Freddy Whoa: Up next, we got a HOT one in store as a returning Sarah Twilight takes on one of our most decorated Legends in Logan. The way this one came about is just crazy ... WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Logan made his return to the company recently and admittedly, he's been on a tear. Though he was unhappy with the level of competition he's been given. Citing that the opposition provided was an insult to his talent. Last week he made his way out to the ring to air those grievances.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, and Eric Price wasn't happy to hear about it either. He initially told Logan that he wouldn't be competing tonight at all. That's when Logan decided to take things into his own hands and challenged anyone to walk through the curtain and face him right here tonight.
Erin Robbins: To everyone's surprise, it was Sarah Twilight who answered that call. Even Eric Price was stunned by her arrival. No one had seen or heard from her since Ultimate Showdown and in the blink of an eye, we have what has been one of the most highly anticipated matches in a very long time.
Freddy Whoa: Logan and Sarah have a history ... somewhat. Logan at one time used to dress up AS Sarah Twilight. Some say he mighta actually thought he was her. Sarah obviosuly didn't forget and the tension between the two has been boiling all week. It's about to get real up in here!
Erin Robbins: It's Mr. EPPW versus Ms. EPPW and it happens ... NOW!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ....
Pop from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first ...
The heavy drum roll to "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Chesapeake, Virginia ... weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds ... he is "Mister WCF" LOGAN!!!!!
Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Logan shuffles his feet in place at the top of the ramp, elegantly bouncing in rhythm with the music while maintaining a focused and determined posture. With the audience screaming his name through the roaring guitars and drums of the music, Logan begins his walk down the ramp way. A fan or two will reach out to grab at Logan every so often and in return he will raise his backhand and threaten to slap them all the way into Connector City, or so one could assume that's what he's mouthing. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle and paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...
The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California ... weighing in at one hundred forty two pounds .... she is "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!!
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, and she stops, glaring at a few of the fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, just staring out at the crowd with a very evident lack of emotion as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.
Freddy Whoa: Oh boy, here we go!
Senior Referee, Stanley Moser calls for the bell. Logan, in complete confidence and an almost orgasmic fashion, clasps his hands together behind him and leans forward as if offering Sarah Twilight the "first shot." This garners a round of cheers from the crowd, who begin heckling Sarah. However, Sarah simply smirks and headbutts Logan right on the bridge of the nose! Logan immediately brings his hands up to his nose, probably lucky if it isn't broken. It doesn't take long for him to realize that was a bad call. Though he isn't given any time to recuperate as Sarah takes him into the ropes for an Irish whip. On the return, she takes him over with a powerslam and stays with him for the cover. Moser gets into position.
Logan pushes a shoulder up off the mat before three.
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight not wasting ANY time! She almost ended it ALREADY!
Freddy Whoa: It will take a lot more than that to put Logan away. Though I do believe she has his attention now.
Erin Robbins: This fight is personal ... for both of them. Sarah hasn't forgotten that Logan paraded around much of last year AS her ... and Logan seems to want some sort of feeling of closeness to Sarah by way of this match. Anything and everything can happen. I don't even know what to think of this mess.
Freddy Whoa: Like I said, we got two snakes in that ring ... and they both bite.
Logan was obviously taken off guard. But any misconceptions he had were quickly placed to rest. Now this was going to be about business. The look in his eyes as he rolls to his knees tell a story. If Sarah wanted a fight, then he would give her a fight ... or not? The crowd begins to CHEER wildly as Logan rolls himself out of the ring, offering up a few pelvic thrusts which get them worked up into a frenzy. Moser begins his ten count and Sarah looks PISSED!
Erin Robbins: Look at this moronic display. And these idiots love it.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know that Logan is doing this for them ... but he's having himself a blast either which way.
Sarah exits the ring, not in the mood for his shit. When she reaches Logan, he turns around suddenly and NAILS her with a clothesline that sends the back of her head bouncing off the outside floor. The crowd's cheers are elevated. Moser continues his count.
Logan brings a very dazed Sarah back to the ring and rolls her inside as Moser gets to an eight count. Logan again pelvic thrusts the crowd, allowing Moser to reach a count of nine before actually entering the ring himself. He drops down for the cover on Sarah and hooks the leg, glancing up at Moser with a very coy grin, being happy he is laying over her. Moser slides into position and the crowd is definitely showing it's support for Logan on this particular night.
Sarah is able to kick out.
Erin Robbins: Look at that! He should be disqualified!
Freddy Whoa: Oh please. Twilight has done things just as bad if not worse. She gettin' a little bit of her own medicine.
Erin Robbins: You know what? I hope you eat those words when Sarah knocks every last one of his teeth down his throat!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I realize Sarah hired you, but damn ... you gotta have your lips that far up her ass?
Logan pulls himself back to his feet after the pinfall attempt and he hauls Sarah to hers, sending her into the turnbuckle HARD with an Irish whip. Her back hits it with extreme velocity and it causes her to stumble forward into a European uppercut courtesy of "Mister WCF." Once again, Logan takes this opportunity to play to the crowd ... or it might have just been an ecuse to pelvic thrust. He points down at Sarah and pelvic thrusts once more. Showcasing the fact that he is in control of the match.
Erin Robbins: Logan trying to maintain control now ... but it won't last long.
Freddy Whoa: Sarah's in trouble ... there ain't no two ways about it. She picked this fight and Logan came ready.
Erin Robbins: Yes, Sarah picked this fight ... and I know she has plenty more in store for that perverted juvenille. Logan better enjoy his moment while he can.
Logan reaches down and grabs a handful of Sarah's red locks to again haul her back to a vertical base and deliver more punishment. However, she instead pulls him down into an inside cradle pinning combination and the crowd begins to boo. Moser once again gets himself into position.
Kickout by Logan!
Both Logan and Twilight roll to their feet after yet another swift pinning attempt by Sarah. Logan seems infuriated as he makes a move toward Twilight once more, but is met with a dropkick for his troubles. Logan is taken down unexpectedly again and pulls himself up to a seated position just as Sarah runs at him with a snap kick that catches him right on the jaw. This causes another eruption of boos from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: And look at where it's at now. Sarah is dismantling him little by little. It's a slow, painful process that I am quite sure she highly enjoys.
Freddy Whoa: I am more concerned that Logan may be enjoying it!
Logan holds his jaw as he pulls himself back to his feet, glaring at Sarah with a look of disgust. Twilight moves in after him and is met with a kick to the gut that he follows up with a DDT. Logan takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs from the kick to his face and still looks none too happy. With Sarah down, Logan leaps up and hits a legdrop across the back of her neck and head. Just for good measure, or perhaps for the hell of it, he drops a second and third leg to follow suit.
Freddy Whoa: The momentum shifts have been back and forth. Logan taking control once again for the time being.
Erin Robbins: For now. It will just be a matter of time before Sarah has things back in her own favor.
Freddy Whoa: Are you here to call this match or put out a personal ad for Sarah Twilight?
Erin Robbins: I am calling the match. Now shut up and let me watch.
Logan now with a running soccer kick that nails Sarah in the side of her ribs and garners another raucous round of cheers from the crowd. Logan smirks as he hauls Sarah to her feet, lifting her for a vertical suplex. However, she uses the momentum to fall free of it and instead pulls Logan Logan into a neckbreaker. Both competitors are down for the time being as Sarah was still recuperating from the flurry of offense delivered by Logan. Moser begins another ten count toward the two.
Erin Robbins: Come on Sarah, get up!
Freddy Whoa: Both of them are stirring on the canvas.
Logan begins pulling himself to his feet as Sarah Twilight does the same. The two answer the ten count after only five and recollect themselves for a brief moment. But the time for rest doesn't last long as the two are right back at each others throats already. Logan nails a hard right hand that catches Sarah and staggers her back a step or two. She returns with a right hand of her own that stumbles Logan back! The crowd is really getting into it now as the two start trading rapid blows in the center of the ring. And as the crowd eats it up, they are quickly silenced as Logan answers one of the blows with a vicious backhand slap across Sarah's face.
Erin Robbins: He just bitch slapped her! That ... that animal!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I don't think she looks too happy about it.
The blow for blow war comes to a halt as Sarah's face remains turned to the side after the slap. She has not yet turned her eyes back toward Logan Logan who is grinning ear to ear. Finally, and without warning, she retaliates by punching him right between the eyes on the bridge of his nose, where she had headbutted him earlier! Logan covers his nose, his eyes water up from the impact though he isn't actually crying. He is momentarily stunned by the blow and unable to take in a good breath as his nose was possible fractured.
Erin Robbins: That's intelligent wrestling ... she keeps going after the same location. That nose was rattled earlier and she is making sure to keep Logan on the defensive.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think a punch to the nose has much wrestling attached to it.
Erin Robbins: That's where you're oblivious. Keeping your opponent in a dazed state is smart. This opens up a world of opportunity.
As Logan tries to shake off the blow, Sarah unleashes her anger onto him as she hauls him up and over with a T-Bone suplex. Logan crashes onto the mat and quickly rolls away, still clutching his nose. As he gets himself back to his feet, still trying to catch his breath, he is met with a jumping calf kick to the face that again floors him! The crowd is going absolutely wild at this point not even caring who is in control. Now, Sarah Twilight climbs the turnbuckle. Logan down on the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: And Sarah Twilight has just turned this match around! What is she doing here?
Erin Robbins: She is about to end this match is what it looks like to me.
Sarah perches herself on the top turnbuckle and pushes herself off into a diving moonsault looking to land You Don't Matter. Though Logan rolls himself out of the way and back to his feet as Sarah lands with her feet firmly planted on nothing but canvas. As she turns around to continue the assault on Logan, she is met with a flying clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: And the momentum has been put at a halt courtesy of Logan! Sarah Twilight now on the receiving end.
Erin Robbins: That was close! Come on Sarah ... get him. Don't let him treat you like that. Damn it this isn't good.
Freddy Whoa: Having some doubts now, are we?
Erin Robbins: No ... just ... oh just call the match!
Freddy Whoa: You are unbelievable.
Logan wastes no time keeping the pressure on as he brings Sarah up from the canvas and hoists her up without any hesitation, dropping her with a powerbomb that seems to nearly fold her in half! Logan drops down and covers her, smirking as he looks to Moser, who slides into position.
Sarah Twilight kicks out before three!
Erin Robbins: YES!
Freddy Whoa: She managed to kick out, eRIN! And Logan is in shock!
Erin Robbins: I told you. Logan doesn't know what he's walked into. Sarah Twilight came here for a FIGHT.
Freddy Whoa: And so did Logan.
Logan looks pretty frustrated that it wasn't over ... yet at the same time, he seems almost content that it would continue. He grabs Twilight and tosses her through the ring ropes to the outside before arguing with Stanley Moser about the count. After a few moments of heated words, he finally abandons the debate. Sarah is now back on her feet on the outside and Logan takes a running start and LAUNCHES over the top rope with a suicide dive!!! However, Sarah sidesteps him and he CRASHES SKULL FIRST into the guardrail!!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Erin Robbins: Did he just ... kill himself? Damn!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! He isn't moving and I have no idea what kind of condition he is in out there.
Erin Robbins: He needs to just forfeit at this point.
Stanley Moser doesn't know what to do here, so he does the only thing he can. He begins a ten count on both competitors. Meanwhile, medical staff begins to assemble on the entrance ramp to evaluate Logan's condition.
Sarah begins dragging Logan back toward the ring, but is having a hard time moving his dead weight. Obviously, she had no intentions of winning this match via countout. Medical staff starts making their way to ringside.
Sarah rolls herself into the ring to break his count. And the appearance of medical staff also helps her cause as Moser ceases the count to allow Logan to be evaluated. However, when the medical staff arrives, Logan begins to push himself to his feet. A crimson mask covers his face, but in all other aspects, he seems to be okay. The crash landing was not as bad as it had originally looked. Immediately, Sarah exits the ring after him. But as she tries to roll him onto the ring apron, he shoves her off HARD and her head bounces off the RINGPOST!!!
Erin Robbins: He used the ringpost! That's illegal! Stop the match!
Freddy Whoa: Give it a rest!
He doesn't get more than a one count as Logan rolls Sarah back into the ring and follows suit. He wipes some of the blood from his face as he looks down at his fallen foe, who is also donning a gash on her forehead now after having been shoved into the ring post. Logan sits in wait as Sarah slowly makes her way back to her feet. As she does, he hooks her up into a sleeper and then ... THE CONNECTOR! He NAILS it! However, the battle thus far has taken it's toll on him as well and he catches his breath for just a second, shaking off the cobwebs.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Logan just put the exclamation point on this one.
Erin Robbins: NO! Oh my GOD NO!!!
Logan rolls back now, covering her and he hooks the leg. Moser into position.
NO! Sarah Twilight barely manages to get a shoulder up before three! And the crowd is even is disbelief! Logan's jaw is agape and he cannot believe it!
Erin Robbins: YES! She kicked out. Logan doesn't know what to do to put her away!
Freddy Whoa: Just that momentary lapse by Logan it would seem, was enough to allow her to kick out. But SOMEHOW she's still in this! Logan looks LIVID ... or is that Orgasmic? I can't tell.
Logan sits up with his hands in his lap and he shakes his head. This was unacceptable to say the least. He glares at Moser who stands firm on his call of a two count. Finally, Logan gets to his feet, blood still dripping from his face and he drags Sarah a few paces toward the turnbuckle. He shakes his head in disgust and begins climbing the turnbuckle, deciding that perhaps using his Impact Style from the top would seal the deal.
Freddy Whoa: Sarah Twilight is in serious trouble here!
Erin Robbins: Sarah move! Get out of there!
Logan climbs the turnbuckle, but suddenly, Sarah rolls to her feet, grabbing hold of him from behind before he could turn around and summoning all of her strength, she pulls him down off the top with a TWILIGHT ZONE!!!! Logan's head cracks against the canvas and he looks to be out of it! Though Sarah was just as worse off as he was and collapses in the corner after delivering the devastating move.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What a Twilight Zone! She nails it!
Erin Robbins: Thanks for coming Logan, Buh-bye!
Sarah finally crawls over for the cover and drapes her arm over the top of Logan. Moser gets into position and the crowd is on the edge of their seats as he makes the count.
NO! Logan manages to somehow get a shoulder up now!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?! NO! That was three! That was THREE!
Freddy Whoa: And now it is Sarah Twilight who can't believe it. Both competitors have taken it to one another, but neither will stay down. This is incredible!
Both of them are slow to get back to their feet. Blood and sweat drips from the both of them. Logan uses the ropes to pull himself up as Sarah uses the turnbuckle. They both rush each other, seemingly with the same idea as the COLLIDE into each other, double clothesline! And both of them are down and out. Moser hesitates for a bit before starting his ten count. Deciding now to give a bit of leeway.
Freddy Whoa:This match has taken it's toll on each competitor. I don't know how this one is going to end!
Erin Robbins: I don't think anyone, myself included, could have expected what we are witnessing here!
Moser's count is exhausted as Sarah Twilight manages to make it to one knee before the count of ten. Logan is half a step behind her. Sarah bounces herself off of the ropes and launches herself at Logan for a cross body, but he CATCHES her! He hoists her over his shoulders for a Death Valley Driver, but instead she pulls him down into a crucifix pinning combination. Moser there in position.
THRE--he forces his way out!
Freddy Whoa: Another swift, unexpected pinfall attempt by Sarah Twilight!
Erin Robbins: This entire thing is making me nervous. It has to end ... it has to!
Both of them roll back to their feet and now Logan swings around behind her for a backslide! Again, Moser is in position.
THRE--and Sarah forced her way out!
Freddy Whoa: Near fall after near fall here! This one is so close, I...I don't even want to speculate on what may happen.
Erin Robbins: No matter what they are throwing at each other, it just doesn't seem to be enough!
Again both competitors get back to their feet and now Logan takes Twilight with an Irish whip into the ropes. Leap frog on the return. Sarah again into the ropes and an arm drag attempt by Logan on this occasion. Hop over by Twilight, and now she takes Logan for a reverse Irish whip! But he counters with a sidestep of his own and locks in a sleeper hold! He cinches it tightly and Sarah looks like she has no where to go!
Freddy Whoa: Sleeper hold locked in. Sarah Twilight may be fading here!
Erin Robbins: .....
Sarah tries to slowly make her way toward the corner as Logan continues to wrench the hold, trying to wear her down. Each step takes more and more energy from her but she just can't get close enough to grab hold of the ropes. Moser is checking her for a fade out or submission, but she forced her way on. She comes so very close to reaching the corner ropes, but Logan again wrenches the hold even tighter. Moser inspecting closely.
Freddy Whoa: And she's fading out, fast! The corner just a few inches away. So close, but yet so far.
Erin Robbins: Reach it! Come on Sarah! You can make it! Come on!
Sarah continues to fade as Logan relentlessly jerks his arms back and forth, cutting off her air supply. Her hand falls from it's outstretched position, no longer reaching her fingertips toward the ropes. Once she was half unconscious, another Connector would put an end to this night. And just when it appears that all hope is lost, she suddenly makes a daring move! Kicking her feet up, she pushes herself backwards using the turnbuckle as a spingboard. The momentum sends Logan staggering back and he starts to lose his balance. It's at this final moment he hits it...
Freddy Whoa: CONNECTOR!
LOGAN HITS THE CONNECTOR! The fans are on their feet as the Face of Treachery, Mr. WCF, pins Sarah Twilight!
Erin Robbins: NO! No! Sarah kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Sarah Twilight just kicked out of the Connector! How many people can say that!?
Logan breathes heavily as he sits up, wondering what the hell he has to do to put Sarah away. He lifts her up, measures her...
Freddy Whoa: IMPACT STYLE!
But Sarah avoids it, reverses-
Erin Robbins: TWILIGHT ZONE!
Sarah hits the Twilight Zone! She falls on top of Logan.
Freddy Whoa: NO! NO! LOGAN KICKED OUT NOW!
The fans are clapping because they can't believe it.
Erin Robbins: Come on, Sarah. You can do it. One more big move.
Sarah lifts Logan up, ready to put him away. She lifts him...
Erin Robbins: Another Twilight Zone!
But as she's lifting, Logan escapes her grasp and lands behind her. She turns-
Freddy Whoa: THERE'S THAT IMPACT STYLE!
He hits it! Sarah collapses, as does Logan, totally exhausted. The ref begins the count.
Erin Robbins: All Sarah has to do is get up and she wins. She's got this in the bag.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know if she can do it, Erin. Logan's kick landed perfectly.
Erin Robbins: Come on, Sarah!
Freddy Whoa: Someone get up, please, don't let this contest end like this..
Erin Robbins: They're both stirring! Who is going to get to their feet!
Freddy Whoa: They're both almost half way up!
Erin Robbins: Ugh.
The ref calls for the bell. From the outside..
Kyle Steel: This match has been declared a DRAW!
They only needed a few more seconds, because both Sarah and Logan have gotten to their feet now, both looking angry. Sarah turns to leave the ring. As she does so Logan decides to argue with the ref - Sarah doubles back and Clotheslines Logan from behind!
Freddy Whoa: Come on, Sarah, is this neccessary?
She stomps on the Face of Treachery briefly before kicking him out of the ring. She looks angrily into the camera as her music begins playing and she exits the ring.
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight may not have won the match exactly, but she's leaving the ring tonight with her head held high while Logan is down and hurting. I'd call that a win in my book.
Freddy Whoa: The issue between these two may not be over, Erin.
Kyle Steel: The following is a Tables, Ladders and Chairs Match and it is for the EPPW United States, Elite and Internet Championships! The first participant to obtain the brass ring hanging over the ring will be declared the champion.
"The Number Six" by Lamb Of God hits as Jay Price strolls out from the back, his eyes hidden behind a pair of large aviator sunglasses. He'll lower the glasses a bit as he scans the crowd before pushing them back up and heading down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Well folks, Jay Price has never been involved in a TLC Match but it seems like he's been involved in just about every kind of Hardcore Match you can dream up. We've seen him thrive in matches where blood and violence are not only allowed but also encouraged. TLC may be new to him but something tells me he's going to feel right at home.
Erin Robbins: You're absolutely right Freddy, there's nothing pretty about Tables, Ladders and Chairs. Blood can be shed, bones can be broken and careers can be ruined. But despite all the danger, the prize hanging over the ring is always too tempting to avoid.
He'll then slide in under the bottom rope and pop up to his feet before walking over to the corner where he climbs up to the second rope. After scanning the crowd again he'll hop down to the mat and lean against the ropes as he waits for the match to start.
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system of the Garden as the New York crowd quickly rises to their feet with loud boos.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes the boss!
As soon as Eric Price walks out a gold spotlight shines on him as he makes his way to the ring with a slow and determined walk with a smirk on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and simply looks down on the audience.
Erin Robbins: He looks as confident as ever and why shouldn't he, he knows he has this match in the bag. We're looking at the reigning Elite Champion and Internet Champion, not to mention the man that runs this company. How many people do you know who could run a company as big and as successful as EPPW while still finding title to represent it as a dual champion?
Freddy Whoa: I'll give you that one Erin, Eric is a workhorse that doesn't seem to ever tire. But I have to wonder if he expected things to turn out the way that they did last week. We saw him in the middle of the ring in Philadelphia bad mouthing the city and Jay Price, which drew Jay out from the back. It was obvious Eric was trying to get under the skin of Jay ahead of tonight, but do you think it backfired when Jay challenged him to make the match TLC?
Erin Robbins: Absolutely not. Eric was simply trying to get inside of the already damaged mind of Jay, but Jay's cocky attitude led to him signing his own death certificate. Eric was already set to defeat Jay in a simple ladder match, but tonight he's going to get the chance to end the career of one of the men he hates the most.
Freddy Whoa: Well that's up for debate. But what is certain is that there is no shortage of bad blood between these two and things are set to get messy in the ring.
He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience with disdain and a grin on his face.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, in the corner to my right, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty five pounds, he is the current EPPW United States Champion....Jay Price!
Huge pop from the crowd as Jay keeps his eyes trained on Eric.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds, he is the current EPPW Elite Champion and the EPPW Internet Champion, the owner of Eric Price Pro Wrestling....Eric Price!
A resounding chorus of boos as Eric smirks but keeps his eyes on Jay. Kyle takes the United States Title from Jay, then the Elite and Internet Titles from Eric, before quickly exits the ring as both Eric and Jay come out of their corners and meet up in the center of the ring. Both stare each other in the eye and then look up at the brass ring hanging over the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Did we ever find out why exactly it was decided to hang a brass ring over the ring?
Erin Robbins: Because hanging three title belts over the ring would just be silly.
Freddy Whoa: Okay. But what about just hanging one belt up there?
Erin Robbins: Well that was proposed, but apparently Eric demanded it be his Elite Title and then Jay argued the United States Title was more important. It was just a big headache trying to get them to agree so we ended up with this.
The referee standing outside of the ring signals for the bell and the match is officially underway. Both men circle each other up once before locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up. They push each other all over the ring and into the ropes before Eric is able to push Jay back first into the corner. Eric pulls back just enough to throw a right hand into the gut of Jay. Eric now rifling in right hands to the head as Jay is forced to cover up, but Eric simply switches to throwing a knee to the gut. More right hands to the back of the head and Jay goes down to the mat. Eric with a few quick kicks to the back before using his foot to push Jay under the bottom rope.
Freddy Whoa: And there goes Jay out of the ring as Eric is looking incredibly strong early on. I don't think anyone thought things were going to begin like this.
Erin Robbins: Well I did!
Eric slides out of the ring as we get a good look at the tables, ladders and chairs that have been set up around the ring for the match. Eric walks over and grabs a chair off of one of the tables and measures up Jay before slamming the chair into his gut. Jay is doubled over and Eric cracks him over the back, dropping Jay to the ground. Eric tosses the chair into the ring and heads for a ladder before closing it up and sliding it into the ring. Eric now setting the ladder up as Jay begins to stir outside of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Faster Eric! Faster!
Eric starts the climb and Jay quickly slides into the ring, cutting Eric off with a forearm to the back. Jay now grabbing Eric by the legs and he yanks him down to the mat. Jay spins him around and tries to catch him with The Downfall but Eric shoves him into the ropes. Jay comes back and Eric tries for a clothesline but Jay ducks it, hits the opposite ropes and connects with a forearm to the jaw. Jay now shoving Eric into the corner where he begins to lay into him with right hands as Eric tries to cover up his head. Jay now yanking Eric out of the corner only to spin him around and launch him shoulder first through the ropes and into the ring post. Eric is left hanging on the second rope and Jay grabs his legs before dumping him out onto the apron where he slips off and falls to the ground. Jay now trying to set back up the fallen ladder as Eric is trying to shake out the pain in his shoulder.
Erin Robbins: Come on Eric! Get back in there!
Freddy Whoa: So the whole idea of being impartial...did you just throw that out the window?
Erin Robbins: Look, I'm all about being an impartial announce, just not for this match. I say it's high time for Jay Price to learn some respect.
Jay gets the ladder set up and starts to head up it as Eric slips back into the ring. Eric now bouncing off the ropes and he slams his foot into leg of the ladder. The ladder falls to the side as Jay is forced to hop down to the mat to avoid crashing along with it. Eric quickly moves in and tries to pull off an Olympic Slam but Price counters by firing back an elbow to the face. Price with another elbow strike before jumping up and connecting with a standing dropkick to the chest. Eric drops to the mat holding his chest as Jay rolls out of the ring and heads for the first table he sees. Jay sets about breaking the table down before sliding it into the ring as Eric pulls himself up using the ropes. Jay tries to slide into the ring but Eric jumps on top of him and begins to deliver knees to the ribs. Eric now pushing himself up to his feet as he grabs the table and sets it up. Eric now pulling Jay up to his feet and he sets him up for a suplex. Jay blocks it and Eric tries a second time. Again Jay blocks it and he shoves Eric off of him. Eric stumbles back first into the table as Jay backs up and hits the ropes before trying to hit a Yakuza kick. Eric ducks it and Price ends up running crotch first into the table and is left in an awkward position with one leg up on top of the table.
Freddy Whoa: OH!
Erin Robbins: Don't you mean whoa?
Freddy Whoa: No!
Eric now grabbing the chair he threw into the ring earlier and he slams it down on Jay's leg. Jay falls over screaming in pain as the table falls on top of him. Eric drops the chair and grabs hold of the table, driving it into the gut of Jay as he squirms under it. Eric continues the pressure before finally slamming the end of the table down onto Jay's legs and then heading for the ladder. He pulls it back upright and begins the climb up it as Jay shoves the table off of him and begins pulling himself toward the ladder. Eric now halfway up the ladder as Jay reaches the bottom of the ladder and reaches up to grab the bottom of Eric's boot. Eric kicks his hand away and continues up the ladder. Jay now pulling himself up the ladder as Eric reaches the top and tries to grab the brass ring.
Erin Robbins: He's so close! Come on Eric!
His fingertips just brush it as Jay again grabs his boot. Realizing he's going to have to put Jay down first, Eric kicks away his hand and then steps down before shoving Jay back down the ladder with his boot. Eric now carefully turning himself around on the ladder before he jumps off with a bionic elbow. He connects with the top of Jay's head and he drops to the mat. Jay tries to push himself back up but Eric is right there with with an elbow drop to the back of the head.
Erin Robbins: Jay is busted open!
Indeed there is a bit of blood on the top of Jay's head and Eric, sensing it like a shark in the water, tries to make it worse as he begins stomping away at the head of Jay. Jay does what he can to roll away but the damage is done as the small cut on the top of his head has now been opened up farther and blood is dripping onto the mat. Eric now with a baseball slide that sends Jay rolling onto the apron and then onto the floor. Eric now exiting the ring and he catches Jay as he's trying to pull himself up with a european uppercut. Jay from out of nowhere responds with a european uppercut of his own. Then it's Eric's turn to hit him with one. Then Jay. Jay with another one. Then one more. Eric stumbles back against the barricade and Jay lays into him with a series of backhand chops. Eric is left trying to keep himself upright as he hangs onto the barricade while Jay grabs a beer from a fan's outstretched hand. Taking a sizable sip for himself, Jay then throws the rest of the beer into Eric's face.
Freddy Whoa: Quick, somebody mark this date on the calender. The first time we've ever seen Jay Price waste a drop of alcohol.
Erin Robbins: Whoa.
Freddy Whoa: That's my line!
Eric now trying to wipe the sticky beer out of his eyes as Jay grabs another chair off a nearby table and slams it into Eric's gut. Throwing the chair down onto the ground, Jay grabs Eric and tries to set him up for a DDT when Eric blocks it and then hits a low blow. Jay is doubled over in pain as Eric grabs him by the head and digs his thumbs into his eyes. With Jay blinded, Eric quickly drops him with a short arm clothesline. Eric now eyeing up a nearby table and he drags it over closer to where Jay is downed. Eric looks like he's about to pull Jay up when he has a second thought and then walks off.
Erin Robbins: What are you doing Eric? Just get in the ring and climb the ladder!
Eric apparently has other plans as he grabs another table and pulls it over to where Price is still laid out. Quickly setting up the second table, Eric then lifts it up and places it on top of the first table. Eric now pulling Jay up to his feet before he slams him face first into the ring apron. Eric now slamming him face first a second time before rolling him in under the bottom rope. Pulling himself up onto the apron, Eric reaches through the ropes and begins trying to pull Jay back up to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: What in the world is Eric trying to do here?
Erin Robbins: I don't know but he needs to be focused on what's hanging above the ring. Beating down Jay might be fun for Eric but it's not going to win him the match.
Eric finally gets Jay up and he pulls him in, setting him up for a suplex out of the ring. Jay quickly blocks it, using his foot to hook the bottom rope. Eric trying to use all of his strength to lift Jay out of the ring but Jay fights back, getting enough space between them to catch Eric in the jaw with a european uppercut. Eric has to grab the ropes to keep from falling back. Jay now grabbing Eric by the head and he pulls him down before running his face over the ropes. Eric screams out in pain as Jay lets him go, only to drop him onto the apron with a clothesline. With Eric down, Jay makes his way over to the ladder and starts to make the climb up. He's halfway up the ladder when Eric rolls back under the bottom rope and heads for the ladder. Jay now nearly at the top but Eric grabs him by the leg. Jay frantically trying to shake him off but Eric manages to yank him back down to the mat hard. Jay lands on his feet and Eric lays into him with some backhand chops. Eric now trying to set him up for a suplex but Jay fights out of it with a right hand. Jay now trying to whip Eric into the ropes but Eric counters it and whips Jay face first into the ladder.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
The ladder falls over with Jay landing on top of it. Eric is wasting no momentum as he grabs Jay by the head and pulls him back up to his feet before lifting him up and dropping him back first onto the ladder with a sidewalk slam. Jay rolls away clutching his back and screaming in pain as Eric tries to set the ladder back up only to find that he's badly bent one of the legs and it won't remain upright on it's own. Frustrated, Eric drags the worthless ladder over to where Jay is laying in agony and slams it down onto his body. Eric picks up the end of the ladder and then slams it down a second time before exiting the ring in search of another ladder. As Jay lays rolling in pain under the broken ladder, Eric finds a taller one set up at ringside and works on getting broken down so he can slide it into the ring. Finally he gets it slid in under the rope and enters the ring as Jay is still down. Eric now setting up the nearly twenty foot ladder as Jay manages to get the broken ladder off of him. Eric hesitates for a moment but then begins the climb up the ladder as fast as he can. Jay now crawling over to the ladder as Eric nears the top.
Erin Robbins: This is it! It's all over now!
Jay grabs hold of one of the legs and begins pulling himself up to his feet. Eric reaches the top and his fingertips just brush the bottom of the ring. He takes another step up the ladder and again reaches up as Jay grabs hold of the ladder with both hands. It looks like he's about to tip the ladder over when he instead begins to drag it. Eric has to hold on tightly to keep from falling off as Jay drags him away from the ring. It isn't very far but it's enough that Eric can't reach it from his side of the ladder. Jay now making the climb up the ladder as Eric remains where he is, daring Jay to come up and get him. Jay reaches the top and the two begin exchanging punches. The ladder slowly begins to rock from side to side as both men refuse to let the other get the better of them in this fistfight. Blood is slowly pouring down Jay's face from the badly opened up cut on his head. Eric's mouth has been busted open as a small trickle of blood is escaping from teh corner of his mouth. Neither man notices that the ladder is rocking with each punch that they throw.
Freddy Whoa: Somebody tell them to stop!
Erin Robbins: Eric look out!
With one big punch from Eric the ladder rocks one last time to the right and slowly begins to tip to the side. Both men finally realize what is happening and try to climb down but it's too late as gravity takes over and the ladder goes down, sending both men over the top rope and through the stack of two tables at ringside.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Their isn't an ass still in it's seat as the entire arena is on their feet in shock. Both Eric and Jay are laid out in a pile of splintered wood as the referee comes over to check on them.
Freddy Whoa: Holy crap what an impact! Are they even moving?
Erin Robbins: It's hard to tell from here but the referee is definitely concerned.
Medical personnel runs down the ramp to check on both men as the referee calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: And that's it I guess. The referee has ruled that both men can't continue so...
Suddenly the medical personnel checking on Eric and Jay are forced back as both men begin resisting their medical attention. Eric now crawling out of the rubble that was the tables toward the ring as Jay tries to catch him but falls right back to the ground. The referee now trying to explain to Eric that he called the match and Eric grabs him by the collar and begins screaming at him. The referee is absolutely flustered as he runs over to the announce booth.
Referee Stanley Moser: Restart the match.
Referee Stanley Moser: Restart the damn match!
The timekeeper quickly rings the bell and the match is back on.
Freddy Whoa: You've got to be kidding me! Eric Price is barely able to stand up but he's demanding that the match continue?
Erin Robbins: Now that's a real man!
Eric has to crawl up the ring steps one at a time to get onto the apron and then under the bottom rope. Looking up at the brass ring hanging above the ring, Eric crawls toward the ladder that is still leaning up against the ropes. Outside of the ring Jay is still trying to get to the ring but his left arm is dragging on the ground as he can only pull himself with his right arm. Finally he reaches the apron and he weakly tries to pull himself up to his feet but can only muster enough to get to one knee. Back in the ring Eric has reached the ladder and is pulling it upright so he can push it to the center of the ring. It's up and he begins to slowly drag it under the ring as Jay again tries to pull himself upright with his one good arm.
Freddy Whoa: This is bad. I'm all the way on the other side of the ring but even from here I can see that Jay's shoulder is dislocated. How the heck can he get up that ladder and get that ring with only one arm?
Erin Robbins: Oh boo-hoo. Eric is just as banged up but I don't hear you being worried for him.
Jay finally gets up onto the apron and tries to roll in under the bottom rope but ends up putting too much pressure on that bad shoulder, leaving him writhing in pain. Holding onto his ribs, Eric finally gets the ladder where he wants it in the ring and reaches up to grab a rung on the ladder. Step by step, Eric slowly climbs up the ladder as Jay pushes himself up to one knee. Seeing Eric climbing the ladder is enough to will him to get up to his feet as he tries to push the ladder over. With one arm unusable, Jay is able to only rock the ladder a little bit as Eric continues to climb. Hope depleting, Jay spots a chair lying on the mat near the ladder and grabs it with one hand. Swinging it wildly, Jay connects with a shot to Eric's legs. Eric is stopped for just a second but then continues trying to get up the ladder. Jay swings one more time and connects before dropping the chair as he has to clutch his bad shoulder. Eric drops down onto the mat and then falls over as he grabs at the ankle Jay hit with the chair. Jay now looking back and forth at the ladder and at Eric, trying to decide what to do. Then he happens to catch sight of the table still in the ring out of the corner of his eye. Jay now walking over to the table and pulling it back upright before turning his attention to Eric. Jay now with a series of stomps onto the injured ankle before grabbing hold of it and dragging Eric toward the table. Jay pulls him up to his feet and then pushes him up onto the table before hammering him in the face with a few right hands.
Freddy Whoa: What is it with these two guys? They know they have to climb the ladder to win the match, yet they seem intent on killing each other instead!
Jay now making his way over to the corner where he tries to climb up to the top rope but is being hampered by his bad arm. With Jay's back turned on him, Eric is able to slowly roll off the table. Jay finally gets to the top rope and looks to jump off with the WTF Maneuver when Eric cuts him off with a chop block to the back of the leg. Price falls off the top rope and lands hard on the bad shoulder, causing him to scream in pain as he rolls onto his good shoulder. Eric now stomping on the bad shoulder before kicking the shoulder blade as if it were a football on a tee. With Jay down, Eric pulls the ladder back in place and sets to ascend it, albeit a bit slowly due to his sore ankle. Jay now crawling toward the ladder trying to stop him but Eric is already halfway up by the time Jay can pull himself upright. With one arm dangling, Jay climbs up the other side and is halfway up as Eric reaches the top. Eric gets his hand on the brass ring and tries to pull it loose as Jay reaches the top. Jay with a right hand to the jaw and Eric is forced to release the ring. Now it's Eric with a right hand. Jay nearly falls off but manages to hold on with his good arm. Eric now firing wildly with left hands aimed at the bad shoulder as Jay can do nothing but try to hold on. Eric now again grabbing the ring as Jay musters up enough to climb up one more rung. Jay now grabbing the head of Eric and he slams him face first into the top of the ladder. Eric looks a bit dazed as Jay grabs him with his good arm. Looking down at the table set up, Jay sets him up for The Downfall!
Erin Robbins: No! Stop!
Eric fights wildly to get out of it and manages to dig his fingertips into the flesh of Jay's left shoulder. Screaming out in pain, Jay is forced to let go of Eric's head. Eric now with a European Uppercut that leaves Jay slumped over the top of the ladder. Eric now pulling Jay's face up off the ladder. He stares him in the eyes and then shoves him off the side of the ladder. Price crashes through the table as the referee immediately slides into the ring to check on him. Eric gives him a last look and then steps up to grab hold of the ring. He pulls it free as the referee stops checking on Jay for a moment to call for the bell.
Erin Robbins: He did it! Eric Price is once again the EPPW United States Champion!
"You Know My Name" hits the speakers as Eric celebrates atop the ladder. Medical personnel run out to check on Jay, who has yet to move since falling through the table. Eric smirks from atop the ladder as the crowd boos.
Freddy Whoa: I really hope Eric is happy with himself tonight. He won the US Title, sure, but he may have just put Jay Price out of wrestling with the brutality that he showed tonight.
Erin Robbins: Oh quit crying already. Jay wanted this match and Eric was more than gracious to give it to him. You want to blame someone for what happened tonight? Blame Jay Price. All of this could have been avoided if he'd just fallen in line.
Eric finally climbs down the ladder and exits the ring as more medics arrive to attend to the still unconscious Jay Price. We cut to a video package for WAR as Eric slowly heads up the ramp with the United States, Internet and Elite Titles in hand.
Kyle Steel: The following Main Event contest is set for one fall and is for the World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. . .
A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected. Such an odd entrance for Nathan von Liebert who steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing his street clothes with a straight jacket linking his arms. Walking almost as if drunk to the music, Nathan makes his way down the ramp. He shies away from the hands, shrugging off the boos as he makes his way to the ring. No steps for NvL, who practically dives beneath the bottom rope into the ring. Nathan rises his knees and begins to scan the arena around him. And then he begins to shake, to try and break free of his bindings. With each tremor, each contortion of his body, the violin piece picks up in volume. Almost to the point of eardrum shattering, Nathan's right arm is suddenly free of the straps, and a single red hand raises to the sky above.
"AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH"
Three blood-curdling screams sound off throughout the arena, all three recognizable by any hardcore WCF fan. The first had the lowest pitch, and it was of Johnny Nova. The second of Roxanne, Waylon's girl. The third and final scream was that of Nightmare, Polar Phantasm's wife. And with that, the arena fell deathly silent as NvL frees himself from the jacket, tossing out of the ring waiting for the match to begin.
Kyle Steel: Billed from the Nightmare Realm, he stands at 5’10” tall and weighs two-hundred and twenty nine pounds. He is the “Devil’s Right Hand” Nathan von LIEBERT! And his opponent, your World Heavyweight Champion. . .
The opening synth of "Flash Light" by Parlaiment hits the PA. The arena goes dark until the first "YOWWW" in the song, at which point a pink strobe light begins to flash throughout the arena. Small pink lights swirl around the crowd and the entire arena and eventually converge into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the aisle, World title draped over his shoulder. Steve takes his time, strutting down the ramp, talking to fans who mostly cheer him on-- however, he does occasionally offend a girl or two with his sometimes rude, sexual comments. At ringside he begins the process of taking off whatever pimp attire he is wearing that night, whether its a mink coat, designer suit, etc and always hands his gold chains and his hat to a ring hand. His in-ring attire consists of black spandex shorts with "Pimpin" on the back in pink, and pink boots. He has a body that resembles a model more than a wrestler, he is perfectly chiseled and cut, but he is not huge and muscular like some wrestlers. He continues to flirt with the girls in the crowd as he enters the ring, showing off his body and blowing kisses. The crowd goes bananas when he hits the ring, as OR-BIT chants are heard all over the arena. Taking one look at his opponent in the corner, Steve then climbs onto the top rope, holding his title high as the fans cheer him on.
Kyle Steel: From Oakland, California, he stands at 6’2’’ and weighs two-hundred thirty pounds. He is “The Mack” Steve ORBIT!
The crowd pops again as Steve Orbit drops to the mat. Turning to NvL, he keeps his eyes focused on the man even when the referee for the evening takes the belt and holds it up for the whole crowd to see.
Erin Robbins: Even over the buzz of the crowd, we can all feel the tension between the two men in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Two polar opposites are preparing to collide in the ring, with the World Title on the line. I don’t envy either of these men and the position they’re in.
The referee checks over each man in their respective corners, looking for any foreign objects on either man. Finding none, the referee hands the belt off to one of the stage hands, and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Both men step forward to the center of the ring, circling each other, watching for any weaknesses to capitalize on. No words are exchanged between the pair, their eyes speaking loud enough for them.
Erin Robbins: Kinda expected the men to mouth off before the match got underway.
Freddy Whoa: This ain’t a petty singles match. This is a career-changing match, and both men are taking it seriously.
Finding no weak points, the two men step forward in a collar and elbow tie-up. With one hand locked between the two, Steve Orbit pulls Nathan towards him to lock him into a side headlock. Nathan quickly counters, moving past Orbit so he wraps both arms around the waist of the champ. Lifting slightly, Nathan then proceeds to take Orbit to the mat, putting The Mack onto his knees. Grabbing the back of Orbit’s head, he presses it to the mat and rubs it against the canvas for a few seconds. The referee steps forward to intervene but Nathan releases the champ and steps back, hands held up.
Erin Robbins: Fans don’t like the little disrespect Nathan just showed the champ. I thought it was kinda humorous, but that’s just me.
Orbit is back on his feet, rubbing his forehead for a moment. Calling for a second tie-up, Orbit quickly puts the challenger to the mat with an arm drag. Keeping his hold on the arm, Orbit rolls Nathan onto his stomach, and then proceeds to mash his face into the mat like Nathan had done only moments before. He too releases the technique quickly, stepping back as the fans cheer on their champ.
Freddy Whoa: It’s all good. Stevie can dish it out as well as he can take it.
NvL looks up at Orbit from his knees, his head red from getting rubbed against the canvas. Rising to his feet, Nathan calls for a third tie-up. Orbit obliges, and the men lock up for a third time. No technical wrestling is witnessed this time as Nathan quickly reaches out and rakes Orbit across the eyes.
Freddy Whoa: That’s cheating ref. Blatant cheating!
The referee calls Nathan out on it, but the Devil’s Right Hand ignores him as he wails on the blinded champion. Mixing uppercuts with elbow strikes, Nathan backs the champ into the ropes, on which he delivers a few sharp chops across the chest. Grabbing Orbit’s wrist, Nathan than proceeds to whip the champ into the opposite ropes. On the rebound, Nathan picks the champ, using his momentum to take him up and over with a ring-shaking powerslam. Quickly rising to his feet, Nathan positions himself behind Orbit’s downed body, preparing himself.
Erin Robbins: Looks like Nathan has the Straight Jacket Drop on his mind early on.
Freddy Whoa: Orbit catches whiff of the plan, though and bails out of the ring to the outside.
Erin Robbins: But he cannot escape NvL! The challenger goes high risk.
Seeing Orbit escaping to the outside, Nathan quickly develops a plan of action; follow him. And follow he does, as the challenger shoots the ropes and comes back with a Suicide Dive over the top rope! Orbit turns just in time to catch the free falling NvL, both men crashing into the barricade.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
One can notice the excitement building in the crowd as Nathan stands, wrapping his hands around the head of Orbit and half-walks, half-drags him to the steel steps. Lifting his head up once, Nathan slams it back down onto the steel.
Erin Robbins: Vicious face-to-steel impact.
Pulling Orbit to his feet, Nathan attempts to ram Orbit’s face into the step post, but the champ catches himself! Elbowing Nathan in the face, Orbit catches a break and uses it to ram Nathan’s face straight into the turnbuckle. Stumbling backwards, Nathan is completely defenseless to the enzuiguri that Orbit throws. Nathan drops like a log to the floor, as the fans begin an “Orbit” chant.
Freddy Whoa: Stiff kick from the champ.
Pulling Nathan to his feet, Orbit quickly rolls the challenger back into the ring just as the referee reached a count of seven. Once returning to the ring himself, the champ goes for the first pin of the evening.
Orbit isn’t too fazed by Nathan kicking out, but he doesn’t waste any time either. Pulling the challenger to his feet, he sends Nathan barreling towards the ropes. On the rebound, Orbit takes him up and over with a back body drop that sends NvL several feet into the air! By the time NvL lands, Orbit was already coming back from the ropes with a leg drop that catches Nathan across the face. Another pin attempt is made.
Erin Robbins: Orbit is going to need a little more than leg drops to put NvL away.
Rising to his feet, Orbit attempts to pull Nathan back to his feet, only to eat a closed fist to the face. Nathan quickly rises to his feet, taking two steps and catching Orbit underneath the jaw with a lariat. Orbit stumbles back into the ropes, bouncing back straight into an Atomic drop for NvL. Orbit still doesn’t fall, though, But the swinging neckbreaker finally puts The Mack down. Nathan doesn’t go for a pin, though, instead opting to climb onto the apron.
Erin Robbins: Springboard attempt on Nathan’s mind?
Alas, the fans were never to find out as Orbit is on his feet quicker than the challenger had expected. Orbit swings at Nathan’s head with an elbow, but NvL ducks underneath. He then jams his shoulder into Orbit’s abdomen between the middle and top rope. Clutching his stomach, Orbit wasn’t ready for Nathan to pull him close and deliver a stunning headbutt to the face.
Freddy Whoa: That hurt me, and I’m all the way over here!
Stunning the champ, Nathan wraps Orbit’s arm over his head, a suplex in mind.
Erin Robbins: Nathan is going to suplex Orbit to the outside!
Nathan even goes as far as getting Orbit up vertically in the air, but The Mack shifts himself mid-air. Instead of landing back first onto the concrete below, Orbit lands feet first onto the apron, stunning both NvL and the crowd. Nathan swings wildly to maintain momentum, but Orbit ducks, and then EPIC back hand. Nathan’s neck whips around as he takes the Pimp Slap, knocking the taste out of his mouth. A kick to the gut follows, doubling the challenger over. Wrapping his arm around the waist, Orbit lifts up. . .
Freddy Whoa: Gutwrench Powerbomb onto the apron!
Nathan lands roughly onto the corner of the mat, arching his back before rolling off onto the concrete floor. The crowd is chanting “Holy Shit,” enjoying every minute of the match. Nathan is stirring below, so Orbit doesn’t bother climbing off the apron. Instead, he backs to the very corner, stomping his foot on the corner several times, inciting a clapping frenzy from the crowd. Nathan is on his feet, turns around, Orbit is running full speed.
Freddy Whoa: Spear off the apron!
Erin Robbins: But NvL catches him in mid-air! Cradle DDT onto the concrete!
Adrenaline pumping, Nathan summons the strength to not only catch the two-hundred plus pound Orbit in mid-air and to shift his body to perform a Cradle DDT. Orbit’s head is driven onto the concrete below, a loud thud that rings out throughout the arena. Nathan sits up, rubbing his neck, while the referee is up to eight on his count. Rising to his feet, Nathan rolls under the bottom rope to break the count, only to roll back out to the outside.
Erin Robbins: NvL with the match awareness to break the ten count.
In the time it took NvL to break the count, Orbit was slowly stirring on the outside. Grabbing the Mack by the head, Nathan rolls him into the ring, climbing onto the apron once more. With Orbit lying on the mat, Nathan springboards upward, coming down with an elbow drop on mind. . . and Orbit rolls out the way!
Freddy Whoa: NvL comes down crashing hard.
Orbit rises to his feet as NvL rises to his knees. And out of nowhere, Orbit hits Nathan between the eyes with a Crane Kick! Nathan drops to the mat, perfect for the pin, but Orbit forgoes it. Instead, he goes top rope, hoping to finish the match with the splash.
Erin Robbins: Oakland Splash in mind.
Freddy Whoa: And it connects! Pin attempt to follow
Nathan is out the pin, much to the surprise of Orbit. He rises to his feet, asking the referee if he was sure it wasn’t a three, and all of a sudden, NvL rolls him up from behind!
NvL is one his feet immediately, with Orbit following him. NvL shoots the ropes and comes back with a shoulder block that knocks Orbit down to the mat. Steve gets back up quickly enough, but is taken back to the mat with another shoulder block. Once more Orbit rises, and once more NvL rushes at him with a shoulder block in mind, but this time Orbit sidesteps him. NvL doesn’t slow though, as he uses his forward momentum to leap into the ropes and springboard backwards, landing atop of Orbit with a Springboard Moonsault! And to the surprise of everyone, Orbit catches Nathan atop his shoulders in a side fireman’s carry.
Freddy Whoa: Orbit shockingly catches Nathan!
Erin Robbins: Only to eat a sick elbow to the side of the head.
On the shoulder, NvL is in the perfect position to wail on Orbit’s unprotected head. Elbow shot after elbow shot rains down on him until the champ finally allows Nathan back to the mat. Landing behind Orbit, it puts him in perfect position for. . .
Erin Robbins: Straight Jacket Drop! Orbit crumple to the mat and NvL is going for his first ever World Title.
Much to the dismay of NvL (and the delight of the crowd), Orbit kicks out. Unlike Orbit’s more subdued reactions, Nathan is slamming his hand down on the mat and yelling at the referee. When this doesn’t work, Nathan shifts to wailing down clubbing blows to the head and torso of Orbit, so wild that the referee starts a five count. Of course, Nathan subdues himself before reaching five, but not before delivering a sharp double axe handle across the bridge of the nose of Orbit.
Erin Robbins: Orbit’s nose may be broken after that blow!
Pulling Orbit to his feet, Nathan steps behind him once more, a second Straight Jacket Drop in mind.
Erin Robbins: Nathan Orbit’s head tucked beneath his arm. Wait. . .
Freddy Whoa: Orbit slips out, and now he’s behind Nathan!
Erin Robbins: A stiff elbow strike to the back of Nathan’s head, and. . .
Freddy Whoa: Wrist-clutch suplex!
Orbit drives the head and neck of NvL into the mat, sending the challenger limp. Still reeling from the first straight jacket drop, Orbit was unable to bridge the suplex, and he too is laid out in the ring. The referee checks on them both, and then begins his ten count.
Orbit is finally stirring.
Nathan is moving on the mat, Orbit is pulling himself to his feet with the ropes.
Nathan is on all fours, Orbit is finally on his feet.
Orbit breaks from his position, a second Crane Kick in mind.
Freddy Whoa: If this connects, it may be enough to put NvL away.
Orbit goes for the kick, but Nathan ducks it!, grabs him...
Erin Robbins: STRAIGHTJACKET DROP!
Nathan von Liebert hits it, perfectly! He falls down on top of Nathan and goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: No... no.
Erin Robbins: YES! NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Freddy Whoa: Not this man...
The bell rings as Nathan von Liebert's music begins to play.
Erin Robbins: Nathan von Liebert is your new World Champion!
Nathan is handed the World Title as the crowd boos him mercilessly. He stares at it for several moments before raising it high in the air - causing even more booing. Orbit has rolled out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Orbit gave it his all, but the monster known as Nathan von Liebert was too much for him this time.
Erin Robbins: We're out of time... see you at Slam.
Revenge fades to black on the grinning, sadistic face of Nathan von Liebert.