We see many fans crowding outside the Los Angeles Memorial Sports Arena. Then, we cut to inside the arena. What's strange is that a quarter of the audience are wearing cheetah masks. Zach Davis and Kyle Steel are at the commentator's booth, getting ready.
Zach Davis: Hey, Kyle. Do you see this?
Kyle Steel: Yeah. Many of the audience members are wearing cheetah masks. That kind of an oddity.
Zach Davis: You don't think--
Suddenly, Shannan Lerch comes in.
Shannan Lerch: Alright, boys! It's time to get this show on the road.
Both of them nod as Zach sits in his place of the booth while Kyle goes to wherever the announcer's suppose to be when not announcing matches.
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and the LA crowd cheers in excitement as the first edition of Slam under Eric Price's control comes onto the air!
Zach Davis: I don't believe I'm saying this, but... welcome to EPPW's Slam. Ugh, ugh ugh.
Shannan Lerch: The times they are a'changing! No longer are Jonny Fly and Pantheon in control of WCF... this is the era of Eric Price.
Zach Davis: And he starts off by giving himself a World Title match! Tonight, Sarah Twilight defends her World Championship against the man she beat for it, Eric Price. And interestingly enough, Jeff Purse will be the special guest referee.
Shannan Lerch: We've seen the relationship between Sarah and Jeff be revealed in the past few weeks, and I still can't believe it. These things happen, I guess, but I still feel bad for poor Kari. I guess the heart wants who the heart wants!
Zach Davis: Or the genitals want who the genitals want... I don't know. This whole situation has been bizarre.
Shannan Lerch: Speaking of Jeff, tonight he's facing a man he once called a brother. A man he formed Pantheon with. He's fighting Jonny Fly, for control of the once great stable.
Zach Davis: Indeed, in the past few weeks we've seen Pantheon slowly crumble down around itself. Ironic, given the recent returns of Bobby Cairo and the Polar Phantasm, founding members of the group.
Shannan Lerch: Phantasm returns tonight! He's facing Lilith of all people. Can this energetic, eager young upstart defeat the returning Phantasm, though? We'll see.
Zach Davis: After his hellacious match against Steve Orbit last week, Waylon Cash is in a triple threat match with Tek and Kira Sakazaki. Where does Cash go from here?
Shannan Lerch: Odin Balfore and Buzzsaw Bundy go one on one... the battle of giants!
Zach Davis: Jonathan Jakobs and Steeltoe Joe, two associates of Eric Price, team up to face the reunited Big Time Jerks. They're ALL big time jerks if you ask me.
Shannan Lerch: The newly reformed Angels of Death, consisting of Grave Dancer, Voodoo, and Denise D'evil take on the trio of Oblivion, Amory Tom and Locomotora Desbocado. We'll see if that bizarre threesome will be able to defeat the united Angels of Death.
Zach Davis: Cheetah Fighter has FINALLY been granted his Television Title match against John Gable, that's happening tonight! Gable has gotten out of a lot of TV Title defenses lately thanks to the Trios Cup. Which then just kinda didn't happen.
Shannan Lerch: We've got Tyler Walker facing Justin Turner, and in our opener, Biohazard returns to the ring! Oh boy.
Zach Davis: He's facing the US Champ, FPV! We have a lot of questions to get answered tonight - let's start the show!
Just as the introductions to this edition of Slam, the very first Slam to go into production as Eric Price Pro Wrestling are finished by the announce team, our cameras cut backstage to the locker room on Genesis, where turmoil is already in high gear. WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight, US Champion Frank Patrick Venable, Steve Orbit, Ana Valentine and Logan are all present, and currently involved in a heated debate.
Steve Orbit: Naw man, fuck that. I ain't tryin' to hear that shit.
Orbit definitely doesn't appear to be in the greatest of moods, and neither does Sarah Twilight, who snaps back with an equal amount of venom in her tone.
Sarah Twilight: I am sick of this shit, Steve. That's all you have been doing for months now is just trying to stir up shit. What the fuck is your problem?
Steve Orbit: You are my problem, Sarah. Don't even act like you don't know.
FPV: Whoa. Calm the fuck down people, for real.
Sarah Twilight: No. I'm not calming down. I have to compete with Eric Price tonight and whatever bullshit he has up his sleeve and I don't need this bullshit. This shit has gone on long enough.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, I hope you lose that "precious" little belt of yours.
Ana Valentine: What the hell was that, Steve? Really?
FPV: Dude...no. Whoa, that was not fucking right.
Steve Orbit: I see how it is. Takin' the bitch's side again.
Logan: You just keep acting like a little boudlepants motherfucker. What do you expect?
Sarah is fuming with Orbit and the tensions are continuing to boil over. Orbit slides off his jacket and looks directly at Sarah.
Steve Orbit: You wanna go? That it? Don't be lookin' at me like that if you ain't gonna come at me.
Sarah moves toward him but FPV and Logan both get in her way.
FPV: NO! This shit ain't happening. Steve, dude you're way out of fucking line, brah.
Ana Valentine: Way to go Steve. You might as well write 'jealousy' across your forehead.
Logan: What a boudle!
Orbit throws his hands in front of him as a dismissal and turns for the door.
Steve Orbit: I ain't gotta listen to this shit. Ya'll be fools, and that's real talk.
Orbit angrily exits the locker room, slamming the door behind him, leaving the rest of Genesis in high alert.
FPV: Man, something ain't right tonight. Shit's gonna go down. I know it is.
Sarah Twilight: I don't feel right about this night at all. Jeff told me to watch him, I should have listened.
FPV: Whoa now, Purse?
Sarah Twilight: He and Steve had words...it wasn't good. Jeff said something isn't right and we should watch him.
FPV: I hate to say it but, I kinda been getting that feeling myself. Man...I just don't like this shit.
The group continues speaking, with a looming sense that something was going to go down. It appears as though Steve Orbit was walking the line...and could falter at any moment. We cut back to ringside.
“The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system of the LA Memorial Coliseum as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!”
Zach Davis: And what is this?
Eric Price steps out from behind the curtain with a huge smile on his face, wearing a black suit with a black shirt and black tie, grinning ear to ear as the crowd starts massively booing his presence.
Shannan Lerch: Look Zach, it’s your new boss!
Zach Davis: So it wasn’t just a bad dream! Ugh …
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the owner, CIO, and chairman of the board of EPPW, Mr. Eric Price!
Eric Price makes his way down the entrance ramp simply looking on at the audience with disdain as he makes his way to the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Say something! Talk damn it!
Zach Davis: What is there to say?
Shannan Lerch: What is there to say? Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the owner, CIO, and chairman of Eric Price’s Professional Wrestling … the man himself, Mr. Eric Price … and then you applaud, just like that. Now stand up and honor the man!
He walks around the ring to demand a microphone from the ring announcer. He grabs the microphone and steps into the ring with a confident strut as he stands right in the center simply basking in the boos of the audience.
Zach Davis: I … I just can’t believe it’s come to where Eric Price is my new boss. I … ugh.
Shannan Lerch: He’s a great man and he’s about to address us here on the first Slam under his leadership. He promised big changes tonight. Let’s see what he has in mind.
Zach Davis: Nothing good I’m sure.
The music starts fading out as Eric simply stands in the center of the ring ready to speak.
Shannan Lerch: Zach please … our dear leader is about to speak!
Eric Price: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first edition of Slam under what is now Eric Price’s Professional Wrestling!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: This is truly a grand night; those of you who may have missed our pay-per-view may not know but Jonny Fly sold all his stock and interest in WCF to me effectively making me owner and chairman of this company. I have since rebranded it from WCF to EPPW! Now what does this mean for you the fans? Not much really, it’s simply a marketing decision that was made in the interest of fairness and to better reflect the class this company now has. With that in mind, let me start by saying that much like I said last week, I intend to keep my word and run this company with fair and exemplary leadership because unlike the previous administration, I have ethics, integrity, and morals.
Zach Davis: Oh please, spare me this tripe!
Shannan Lerch: Zach please, this is your boss, our dear leader, show him some respect!
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Zach Davis: Looks like this crowd is saying what I think for me.
Shannan Lerch: What a bunch of disrespectful people, right here in his home town too.
Eric Price: Being myself from Pacific Palisades, an earshot away from Los Angeles, I know you people are nothing but rude and ignorant morons! But I digress…
Crowd boos loudly.
Eric Price: With the change in leadership, I am now the owner of this company. I am also the chairman of the board of directors of this company meaning I have a lot of responsibility on my hands but I will treat that responsibility fairly and justly. Many expected me to take the spot of CEO formerly held by Jonny Fly but I will not be doing that; instead I will be naming a new CEO next week! This new CEO is a person with great integrity, with great intelligence, with great athleticism, with morals, ethics, and values shared by me as well. This is an individual whom I can trust because this individual is a proven warrior, is a proven winner, and is a proven leader. I will announce this new CEO at the top of the second hour of Slam next week!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: That now brings me to the former leadership of Pantheon. I have of course removed them from the board of directors and will be putting in a new board very soon comprised of the new executive team I have named. Let’s start with the obvious, first up is Jeff Purse … he was the former chief of Digital Media. As the new Chief Information Officer, which I am, I will be replacing Purse in this capacity and the CIO will assume this responsibility along with web presence and being up to date on technology as well as informatics. Next up is former Chief Financial Officer Jay Price. Last Sunday shortly after the pay-per-view, Jay exclaimed over Twitter that he was resigning his position effective that night as he refused to work for me! Therefore, I have searched and named a new CFO and let me introduce that person to you right now! He is none other than the Godfather himself Mr. Bobby Cairo!
The lights in the arena go dark at this point.
Zach Davis: What?!
"I'm Not Done" by Fever Ray hits the speakers at maximum volume. Sparkly fireworks illuminate the entrance as Bobby Cairo appears, donned in a gold and black suit, with a pep in his step. "So, I lost my head a while ago, but you seem to have done no better. We set fire in the snow. It ain't over. I'm not done." The only thing louder than Cairo's entrance music is the reaction of the crowd, a mix of cheers and boos, mostly boos. Cairo salutes his fans and then makes his way down the ramp, slapping five and shaking hands with delirious fans along the way. "Some do magic, and some do harm. I'm holding on, holding on... I'm holding onto a straw."
Shannan Lerch: Wow, Bobby Cairo shocked the world last week and now he is our CFO! Incredible!
Cairo reaches the ring and walks up the steps before flipping over the top rope and into the ring. Cairo climbs the turnbuckles and salutes the fans once again, with both arms raised into the air and a jubilant smile upon his face. "Who is the Alpha? And what is made of cloth? How do you say you're sorry, and there's nothing to be afraid of? Is it dark already? How light is a light? Do you laugh while screaming? Is it cold outside?" The lights return to the arena as Cairo climbs down from the turnbuckles, receives a microphone from a cute blonde ringside attendant and turns his attention to Price. Cairo's jubilant smile remains. "One thing I know for certain, ohhh I'm pretty sure. It ain't over, I'm not done..."
Shannan Lerch: Wow, Cairo as our new CFO, times have changed.
Cairo raises the microphone to his lips and begins his heartfelt acceptance speech as the fans in the Memorial Coliseum look on, spellbound by The Godfather's charm as he shakes hands with Eric Price!
Bobby Cairo: Eric, it is with great honor that I accept the position of Chief Financial Officer for Eric Price's Professional Wrestling! This moment is many years in the making.
Cairo flexes an eyeball and skews it towards the camera furthest from his position, showing that he is indeed watching all.
Bobby Cairo: Some seven years ago I first set foot in the WCF ring and from that point forward I embarked on a dual career as a professional wrestling superstar and internationally feared business magnate. Tonight I put my experience to practical as I begin my work to ensure EPPW's financial prosperity for generations to come. Children, welcome to the new age of professional wrestling, a bold, majestic time where men and women of character and fortitude reign supreme above scoundrels and thieves. Welcome to the age of Mr. Eric Price!
Cairo spreads his arms wide like Christ upon the cross, his eyes bugged out of their sockets, while the fans express themselves with a mixture of cheers and jeers, the jeers being for Price and the cheers being for Cairo's sheer charismatic marvel.
Bobby Cairo: Children, you boo this man because you have been brainwashed by propaganda, propaganda from the anti-Eric Price hate mongers that comprise such gangland factions as Pantheon and Genesis. Genesis will be dealt with tonight when Mr. Price restores honor and prestige to the EPPW World Championship by defeating Samantha Twilight—
Cairo is interrupted as Price whispers into his ear.
Bobby Cairo: My apologies. I am of course referring to Sarah Twilight, a lowlife thug who stole the World Championship from its rightful owner. And of course my dear friend Biohazard will defeat the wayward delinquent FPV to capture our United States Championship. Yet as we ready ourselves for the impending demise of Genesis, I cannot help but be reminded of the ongoing implosion of the once dominant Pantheon. I knew that Jonny Fly was a coward the moment that I advised him to sell his majority share of WCF and he winced at me with that look of fear in his ears, the realization that he was losing his grip on power once and for all. He nodded his head glumly and extended his hand to me in the weakest, most effeminate manner that I've ever witnessed from a straight adult male. I shook Jonny Fly's hand that day and I squeezed it so damned tight that I broke his hand. I broke his fucking hand!
Cairo bellows the words into the mic while snarling like a madman, the saliva frothing at his lips, spittle dampening the camera lens.
Bobby Cairo: Jonny Fly is history! Pantheon is dead! Long live Mr. Price! Long live EPPW!
The L.A. fans express their derision with a deafening chorus of boos, proving that even The Godfather of Professional Wrestling is not exempt from the anti-Eric Price backlash.
Eric Price: Well put Mr. Cairo, well put! Next up is a new position I’ve created, this person will assist the CFO in maintaining our books and making sure that we continue to remain in the black and are always profitable. This is a man in whom I confide a lot, a man who truly deserves this position because he has a great reputation with money, ladies and gentlemen, our new Chief Accounting Officer will be none other than Mr. Davey Ortega!
Zach Davis: Looks like Price is filling up his executive team with all his chronies.
Shannan Lerch: People he trusts, Jonny Fly did the same thing and you didn’t bitch then.
Eric Price: Marketing … brand is very important and I would like to name our new Chief Marketing Officer. I gave plenty of thought to this and I can think of only one person to name for this position, a man who runs a business and understands this industry in and out … he at one time even owned this place, the new CMO is none other than Gravedigger!
Zach Davis: And the nepotism continues!
Eric Price: Next up is a position I’ve been looking forward to filling for a while. Our previous Chief of Staff was Corey Black, a man whom I loathe to no end. He of course has been fired from his previous position. With that in mind, this position will be replaced by the new Chief Operating Officer and Executive Vice President of Talent Relations, for which I’ve picked a great candidate. This individual has great experience in managing wrestling talent, he has the patience to deal with the talent, he is a fair and just man, he is honest, he has great integrity, intelligence, wisdom, ethics, morals … he is the entire package ladies and gentlemen so without further ado, allow me to introduce all of you to the new COO and Executive Vice President of Talent Relations for EPPW, Mr. Seth Lerch!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Shannan Lerch: YES!
“Master of Puppets” by Metallica plays as Seth Lerch makes his way down to the ring with a huge smile on his face as the crowd does nothing but boo him loudly.
Zach Davis: Oh my God, he’s bringing back this guy.
Shannan Lerch: What a magnanimous leader Mr. Eric Price is in bringing my brother back and as a top executive, he truly knows how to value great people.
Zach Davis: Oh quit kissing his ass!
Seth steps into the ring and both Seth and Eric shake hands as Eric welcomes him to his new administration.
Eric Price: People please … now Mr. Lerch here will be in charge of dealing with talent, booking them, taking care of their contracts, making matches, and taking care of the booking committee, which will be … comprised of the new CEO, myself, and of course my friend and associate Seth. And I know him to be a fair and just man and I know he will do what is best and what is right for my company! Unlike Jonny … I value Seth’s experience in leading a wrestling company, I value his wisdom and input in leading EPPW to even greater success. Seth, I want to thank you for accepting an opportunity to be a part of my leadership and executive team because I know that together, we can make this company great again. What was it that you said on Twitter … happy days are here again? Indeed they are my friend, indeed they are!
Eric Price: This is going to be a great night. And now to deal with the bad … Skyler Striker … last week your performance at our pay-per-view was nothing short of dismal and pathetic and I will not allow a loser like you to continue working for my company unless I see some improvement. I understand that you took the night off, that’s fine but next week, you’d better show up to Slam because we’re going to do a live performance evaluation for you with the new CEO and myself being present. Now onto a few final pieces of business, first I would like to take this opportunity to wish Brad Kane the best in all of his future endeavors.
Crowd boos loudly.
Zach Davis: Eric Price fired Brad Kane at the pay-per-view after screwing him out of his match for no reason.
Eric Price: I would also like to take this opportunity to wish Jay Price the best in all of his future endeavors!
Shannan Lerch: You can’t say anything about that one Zach, Eric Price offered Jay Price his job but he decided to quit instead.
Eric Price: Later tonight we’re going to have our first ever live performance evaluation of an EPPW Employee right in this very ring! And our first employee to receive an evaluation will be none other than my good friend Zach Davis!
Zach Davis: What?!
Shannan Lerch: Been nice knowing you Zach.
Eric Price: But that’s later tonight and even later tonight at the very end of our broadcast, I promise you that I will shock the world because after tonight, Sarah Twilight will never be the same again … thanks to me! I want you all to set your DVRs, record the main event tonight because it’s going to be a night you will never, ever forget! You all have a pleasant evening, enjoy the show!
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system as Eric Price, Bobby Cairo, and Seth Lerch step out of the ring together conversing as the crowd continues to boo them loudly as they make their way to the back
Zach Davis: I … performance evaluation? What the hell?
Shannan Lerch: I think you’re gonna future endeavored tonight Zach.
Zach Davis: I … but … that’s not fair!
Shannan Lerch: Yes it is, Mr. Price is a fair and honest man and you’ve been bad mouthing him for so long, I wonder how this evaluation’s going to go for you.
Zach Davis: Not to mention that … but why?
Shannan Lerch: Plus later on this evening, Mr. Price will once again be our World Champion and better yet, happy days are here again, my brother’s back in power again! YAY!
Zach Davis: Ugh … this is just disgusting.
Shannan Lerch: Watch your tongue Zach, it could get you fired!
The camera cuts back to the ring, as Biohazard is already in the ring doing some pre-match warm-ups.
Zach Davis: Let's give a warm welcome back to WCF Legend Biohazard, ladies and gentlemen.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, legend in the same way that fat people are legends at eating. This guy...fuck it, let's just bring out FPV.
"Ghosts N' Stuff" hits the airwaves as FPV comes out...in street clothes. The audience is confused as he makes his way down to the ring. Around his waist is the WCF United States championship. In one hand is a mic, in the other, a unopened can of Monster. He enters the ring and addresses the crowd.
FPV: Howdy y'all.
The crowd...cheers? They suppose they have to, since they don't know what's going on.
FPV: I understand that this week I was supposed to have the honor of welcoming back one...Biohazard.
Biohazard goofily waves to the crowd as they cheer on for him.
FPV: And as high an honor as that is, there are just things I need to address after what happened last week. Things that are WAY more important then any match on the card tonight.
Y'see, I am the WCF UNITED STATES CHAMPION. Emphasis on the WCF part. It says so right here on this belt.
FPV takes his belt and points out the letters "W-C-F" that are engraved on it.
FPV: I am a WCF champion, and last week...last week, Eric took control of the company, and renamed it EPPW. That...shit...will...NOT...fly with me. Not one BIT!
The crowd pops more assuredly now!
FPV: Last time I checked, I was under contract with the WC-fucking-F, and all this EPPW bullshit...fuck this noise, I get more important things to worry about, like pink robots!
So until Eric steps down from his "post", I will hereby refuse to defend this belt. This is property of the WCF, and no one in this...this FARCE of a federation deserves it. Until then...I suppose I'll just have to make Eric mad. And I KNOW how to make Eric mad.
FPV pops the top off his Monster and waterfalls damn near the entire can in one go! The crowd is astounded by this feat. FPV tosses the empty can out the ring and turns to Biohazard.
FPV: Yo Bio, you wanna waste some of Eric's money right now?
Biohazard: hex yeah!
FPV: Then let's not waste anytime.
The lights go out across the stadium...and then a voice rings out...
Voice: TOXIC OOZE FUNKADELIC DANCE PARTY!
Thel ights began erratically blinking between many different colors as both Biohazard and FPV begin dancing in the middle of the ring. Specifically...."doin' the bernie."
Zach Davis: Wow...
Shannan Lerch: How long is this crap gonna last?
Five minutes pass. They're still doing it.
Shannan Lerch: WHAT THE HELL?!
Zach Davis: Looks like Eric is coming down to settle this!
Eric Price comes down the ramp sans music, the dance mix that FPV and Biohazard are dancing too still blaring. He gets into the ring, grabs FPV dropped mic, and trys to get his attention.
Eric Price: HEY ASSHOLE! ASS! HOLE! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?
Eric Price: CUT THE LIGHTS! CUT THE MUSIC! CUT EVERYTHING!
The lights go back to normal, and the music stops...and FPV is still dancing as Biohazard runs out the ring.
FPV: move it like bernie, move it like bernie, movie it like...
FPV finally notices Eric Price standing right next to him.
FPV: Oh hey asshat.
Eric Price: Frank Patrick Venable, can you tell me what the hell you think you’re doing?
FPV: Having a party man!
Eric Price: A party, at my expense? You’re supposed to be defending your US Title and you sit out here partying? Wasting my money, sinking my ratings? These people don’t need to see you partying, no one cares about your little party! What we need to see you do is defend that title! Now what is this about you not defending your title ever again as long as I’m charge?
FPV: You heard me dipshit, as long as you’re at the helm, I will not defend the WCF and yes, it is the WCF United States Championship!
Eric simply laughs at him a bit
Eric Price: Is that a fact? Let me explain something to you, you do not determine when you get to defend your title, I tell you when to defend it and you do. If you refuse to defend your title, I’ll strip you of that title right now and then we can have a tournament to name a new champion, a real champion, not some wuss who refuses to defend his title because he’s clearly too weak to carry it.
FPV at hearing this immediately slaps the taste out of Eric’s mouth as Eric looks completely enraged at this
Eric Price: YOU NO GOOD MOTHER*beep*g piece of s*beep*t, HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME? THIS IS MY COMPANY! MY COMPANY! THESE TITLES ARE MINE! THESE LIGHTS, THESE RAFTERS, THIS RING, THOSE ANNOUNCERS, YOU AND ALL THE IDIOTS BACK THERE ALL BELONG TO ME! I OWN THIS PLACE, I OWN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU AND I COULD BUY AND SELL ALL OF YOU TEN TIMES OVER IF I WANTED!
Crowd boos loudly.
Eric Price: SHUT UP, you know it’s true! So Mr. Venable, here’s the deal, I’m going to let it go this week, I’m going to assume that this did not happen. But you will be defending your US Title at Blast, oh yeah. And you know what Mr. Venable, your opponent for your match, you know who it’s going to be? None other than the longest reigning WCF World Champion of the Modern Era, the CIO, Owner, and Chairman of the Board of EPPW, you will go one on one WITH ME! I’ve kicked your ass before and I’m going to do it again and that title will be mine!
Zach Davis: Wow, what egotism! Giving himself all these title matches, clearly an abuse of power!
Shannan Lerch: Zach, FPV refused to defend his title, he has no choice but to do this!
FPV: OH YEAH, WELL...
FPV is suddenly cut off as the mic suddenly stops working. Both men are confused by this.
Zach Davis: I've just received word that Eric and Frank's arguments got a little too heated for TV, so the people up in the control booth cut off the mic.
FPV and Eric both glare at each other as they exit the ring, Eric pissed off to no end, FPV smirking like crazy.
Shann Lerch: These two...what is there between these two that hasn't happened before?
Zach Davis: Nothing, Shannan. Nothing at all.
Ana Valentine is standing beside her car, over one arm are several items of obviously worn clothing, her other hand is holding her cel phone to her ear. Her foot is kicked up against the car door as she leans casually, taking the weight off her midsection as she handles the call.
Ana Valentine: No problem Sarah, I know you're super busy at the moment...
Ana nods slightly as she listens to Sarah on the other end of the phone, Sarah is obviously giving some kind of praise or thanks as a small, coy smile rolls about Ana's lips and she shakes her hair back over he bare shoulders, her blonde curls bouncing about as she does so.
Ana Valentine: It's what friends are for, I know a great 12hr dry-clean place... And it's not like i'm busy this week...
Ana's small smile turns to frown for a moment and she glances down at her midsection, the tiny shirt she is wearing bares just enough of it to show that she is still tightly bandaged up.
Ana Valentine: I'll get these dry-cleaned and back home to you before you know it! .... Yeah ... Oh, ok... Byeeeeeee!!
The bye is a little high pitched and drawn out, like the kind of goodbyes you give a child or a teenager uses when hanging up on their boyfriend. She slides the phone into her pocket and opens the driver side door. Ana makes as though to start the engine, but the dry cleaning in the backseat catches her eye, she pivots slightly in her seat and takes the sleeve of one of Sarah's blouses in her hand.
To begin with, she simply rubs the soft material over the back of her hand, then across her cheek. She inhales the scent a little and closes her eyes, as though taking pure enjoyment from the scent. She slowly slides the blouse off the hanger and bunches it into a ball, rubbing across her face, her chest, surrounding herself with Sarah's scent. She grabs a pair of pants from the back seat and buries her face in them, inhaling deeply she then sighs in a slow, satisfied way.
She leans back and replaces the articles of clothing, starting the car, she drives away.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
The Lights in the arena go out then a few gun shots are heard over the P.A.
We see the flashs of cameras before a camo background lights up as the words "The Freak" are posted on the tron. After a moment "The Gunslinger" by Shooter Jennings hits.
Stepped off of the train in this town
Kyle Steel: From Gainsville, Florida...weighing in at one hundred sixty five pounds...he is "The High Flying Freak" JUSTIN TURNER!!
From the back comes out a confident Justin Turner with Jennifer Adams by his side. The fans raise to their feet and cheer as they make their way down the ramp.
But don't call an outlaw no,
Justin rolls under the bottom rope before posing for the crowd.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system.
Kyle Steel: From Santa Monica, California...weighing in at two hundred seventy five pounds...."The Beast" TYLER WALKER!!!
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.
Zach Davis: We're ready for action. This one gets under way as brute force and strength meets high flying acrobatics!
Shannan Lerch: This should be over in like, the next five seconds.
Zach Davis: Show a little respect, huh?
The referee calls for the bell and the two circle each other. Justin uses his speed to use a running baseball slide right under Tyler's legs, he stops, and yanks Walker off his feet by his ankles. He smacks the canvas face first. Walker slowly back to his feet and he looks a bit annoyed. He turns into a standing dropkick which takes him right back down. Back to his feet again and taken over by a snap armdrag takedown.
Shanna Lerch: And the much smaller Justin using his speed to his advantage.
Zack Davis: He's going to have to. Walker will be relying on power and high impact. If he gets hold of Justin it could well be over.
Tyler back to his feet again and Justin dashes at him, hopping up for a hurricarrana, but he's caught and Walker turns it into a sit-down powerbomb, staying with him for the pinfall attempt. Referee in position.
Justin gets a shoulder up. Tyler wastes no time and grabs a hold of him and pulls him to his feet, now lifting him for The Crunch!. Looking to end it quickly as he holds the fireman's carry position to showcase strength before dropping Justin down. Justin writhes in pain as his abdomen connects with Walker's knee. But he manages to roll near the ropes, still dazed.
Shannan Lerch: Great sense of ring presence by Justin, rolling himself near the ropes to avoid being pinned.
Zach Davis: That is veteran like ring presence. However, Walker turned the tide early with that high impact maneuver and Justin is in trouble now!
Walker drops an elbow down on Justin, followed by another one. He hauls Justin to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Justin comes back, Tyler ducks down and Justin over, for a sunset flip, he pulls Walker down and ref with the count.
Walker kicks out after a two count. The two get back to their feet quickly and Tyler sends Justin down with a clothesline. He aggressively pulls the smaller man to his feet, but Justin battles back, sending lefts and rights at Walker, backing him off. He attempts an Irish whip to the turnbuckle but it's reversed and Walker sends Justin into the turnbuckle instead. He hops up and leaps off for a diving cross body. Walker side steps it and Justin meets nothing but canvas.
Zach Davis: And a high risk attempt but it doesn't pay off!
Walker pulls a dazed Justin to his feet again, But Justin catches him unexpectedly with an inside cradle. The referee gets into position again.
Shannan Lerch: Close call for Walker there as he was taken off guard!
Zach Davis: Walker should have ended it before when he had the chance.
Both men get back to their feet once more and Justin catches Walker with a back elbow. Tyler stumbles back and Justin follows up with a running bulldog. The crowd is getting firmly behind both men as they are eating up the action. Turner measures Walker. The crowd goes wild! Walker slowly gets back to his feet and right into the waiting Justin who NAILS a picture perfect shining wizard that further dazes Walker. Justin taking a few steps back and he rushes in at his foe for Blackout! But Walker manages to shift his balance and he catches Justin who was in mid air for the jumping corkscrew kick and Tyler has him landed over his shoulders! He takes Justin into position to lock him into Tyler's Touch!
Shannan Lerch: He's got Justin in trouble!
Zach Davis: Justin looked to have things shifted in his favor, but Walker turned the tables at the last moment and now, Justin is trapped!
However, before Walker can lock in his hold, Justin swings his body around and DROPS Tyler with a tornado DDT that stuns the larger man. Walker is clearly dazed as he tries to get back to his feet, staggering a bit and he falls back down. He had been taken off guard by the much faster Turner once again. And now, Justin has Walker in his sights once again. He quickly hops up on the turnbuckle while Tyler is still on the canvas. He leaps off for his 630 Senton and NAILS Code Red! That lands PERFECTLY!!! Walker is out of it, referee iinto position as Justin hangs on for the cover.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner....in a time of 9 minutes and 49 seconds.....JUSTIN TURNER!!!
Shannan Lerch: What a match! That combination of high flying and power as opposing forces made for a very exciting contest. Turner's experience allowed him to take advantage of some opportunities and it nets him a very unexpected victory over a much larger Tyler Walker.
Zach Davis: Indeed, what an impressive night for Turner! However, I would not dismiss Tyler Walker at all. He will be a serious threat here. It's just a matter of time.
The jumbotron within the arena comes to life. The camera feeds the screen a live recording. Logan's back is pressed firmly into a wall and a crowbar is clutched within his grasp. He is a statue. A hungry black widow patiently awaiting to inject death. And in this loaded gun of a moment he wants nothing less of murder.
And the long opportunity finally knocks, and Logan fires with the rage of a dying bull.
The masked man was clever. Very clever. Though tonight his nostrils were just a spilt second too late to smell raw treachery. He couldn't be blamed. He didn't know who Logan was.
The tron catches the Masked Man making his approach down a hallway backstage. His current agenda unknown. His path directly coincides with that of Logan's, whom has followed this masked creature and awaited the chance to bump paths - bump crowbar with skull. And just when WCF's mysterious figure reaches that corner, Logan emerges. Hitting a homerun, Logan sidesteps out from the cover and drops the masked man out quickly without so much as a warning. The echo of iron on bone penetrates the hall followed by the drop of Logan releasing his weapon onto the concrete floor next to the downed man.
Logan: Feel better now?
The Face of Treachery squats down next to the masked man, whom at this moment is sound asleep. Rage finds it's life under Logan's otherwise calming voice.
Logan: I could've given you the same trouble you gave me. Maybe wrestled you around a bit first... but I much prefer you this way.
A sneer begins to grit through Logan's teeth.
Logan: Who the fuck do you think I am? Do I look like some old jobbing fuck like Gravedigger? I am not who you think I am you little prick. Me? I'm in a class of my own. SO... when you broke into my locker room and proceeded to bend a chair over my back.. you really did more bad than good. What? You thought it'd look real skippy making Logan just another one of your latest victims.
An unusual squeak of joy bursts from Logan's lungs.
Logan: Haaaa! Haaardy HA HA!
His lips get very close to the Masked Man's face once he continues to speak.
Logan: I don't care who you are. Isn't it hilarious that I have no intention whatsoever of removing your mask? H'm? Shut up. Me... I never wore a mask. Maybe not literally. I never hurt anybody for a particular reason or to perhaps move up the ladder and be the one hundred and fourth boudle that 'takes over' WCF. No. I hurt other people because well, I like to. It really gets me going you know? Can't you understand that?
Logan's voice shifts to shouts of anger.
Logan: SO WHY DIDN'T YOU GET THE MEMO?
Spit drooling from the corners of his mouth.
Logan: Why didn't you get the message when you attacked the Logan of WCF. I've done more fuckin' things here than this entire roster can hope to ever accomplish. Do you know who you attacked? You attacked someone.. whom.. every three years of WCF's life rose to the occasion and beat an entirely different generation of WCF wrestlers than the time before to win War. That spells out three War wins. Do you have the slightest gawd damn clue how much sweat and blood it takes to win a War, let alone three, and you attack ME? You're either the dumbest person I know or the smartest. And for that... I... h'm.
Logan: Could that be my beautiful Torture hiding under that mask?
A smirk finds Logan's lips.
Logan: Let's all hope it isn't. The last thing WCF needs right now is more boudles.
Logan affectionately pets the masked man's forehead as one would stroke a cat. Admiration reveals itself in Logan's actions. And with that he leaves the sleeping masked man alone.
Zach Davis: I don't believe it! The masked man really got his ass handed to him-
...Someone else walks onto the scene.
Shannan Lerch: Wait a minute...
A different masked man. This masked man looks down at the masked man Logan just beat the crap out of, shaking his head in disgust. This masked man bends down and unmasks the first...
Zach Davis: What is going on here?
...to reveal poor Biohazard!
Shannan Lerch: Logan just beat the piss out of Biohazard! I think it goes without saying Biohazard is NOT the masked man that has been attacking various WCF stars at the last few PPVs. Huh.
Zach Davis: But the REAL masked man IS here, Shannan... What does he want!?
The real masked man walks off the scene.
Emmaleigh Shae stands outside a large old building,the building itself is centuries old, tumbling into the surrounding grounds, the walls look as though one strong wind could blow them down. As she approaches the building, she picks her way through overgrown grasses and weeds, boulder sized pieces of brick litter the grass, waiting for her to stub a toe or trip. She pauses for a moment and shakes her head in a confused manner, she pulls a small crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and checks the address scrawled out in Dr. James Prestons hand writing.
Emmaleigh chuckles slightly to herself as she recalls the mangled mess of a hand that had scrawled down the address in a mass panic, as though he had somewhere else to be, anywhere else probably.
She begins a slow approach to the building once more, shaking her head as she picks her way through the grasses and the small, devious creatures curled within them. As she approaches the huge old door, she makes to knock, but sees it is not only unlocked, but hanging from it's hinges, she looks around suspiciously and mutters to herself.
Emmaleigh Shae: Fuckin' genius my arse... bloody eejit's probably gone and starved himself or the like...
Emmaleigh pushes her way through the collapsed old door and looks down the long, stone hallway. She regards the dilapidation surrounding her and whistles, the whistle echoes straight through the entire building and back to her ears. Her shoes, despite their lack of heel make a resounding clicking noise against the scattered stone floor. She pushes against one of the walls, as though expecting the foundations themselves to rock. Her attention is caught by a strange noise coming from the other end of the seemingly never ending hall. She walks on down the old hall, her footfalls seeming to get louder and louder as she goes.
After what seems like some time, she reaches the one still standing door, it stands tall and proud. She pulls the crumpled paper from her pocket once more and checks the number against that on the door, 0412. She nods slowly, sliding the note back into her pocket, she bends down, sliding each hand into the side of a boot, straightening back up, she hold a rather angry looking pair of brass knuckles in her right hand. Her left hand conceals something small that the camera cannot determine.
Emmaleigh Shae: Our father, who art in heaven... hallowed be thy name... Thy Kingdom come... Thy will be done...
Emmaleigh slides the brass knuckles over her own on her right hand, flexing her fingers a few times to adjust to the feel of them.
Emmaleigh Shae: On earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who..."
She falters at this next part of the Lord's prayer, cocking her head to the side as though deciding whether or not to continue
Emmaleigh Shae: Fuck it,, forgive me father for these sins I am about to perform.... Amen.
She drops her head and makes the sign of the crucifix across her chest, before standing straight once more and drawing her foot back, landing a heavy kick the door, which groans and gives, swinging open. Emmaleigh steps through the now broken doorway, throwing whatever she held in her left hand into the corner of the room she peers into the darkness, looking for her target. She drops to one knee, controlling her breath until it is completely inaudible she closes her eyes, waiting to hear the noise again... from the corner rises a knocking noise once again... but no breath like something repetitive... on repeat. You see the change on Emmaleigh's face as it happens, she marches to the corner and grabs a small recorder, set to playback.
Emmaleigh Shae: Fuckin' Cunt!
Emmaleigh throws the recorder against the wall, smashing it into an million tiny pieces, she kicks out against the walls, expending some of her rage as she screams a tangent of insults and annoyances in her Celtic tongue, dropping two names, Preston and Ortega into the mix. As she slowly comes to a hallowing calm, she stares down at the spot where the recorder had lain. She notices a scrap piece of paper and grabs it, pulling a lighter from her pocket, she sparks it, holding it over the paper to create enough light to read it.
Dear Irish Bitch
You didn't really think it would be that easy did you?
Emmaleigh growls slightly and holds the paper to the flame.
Emmaleigh Shae: Fuckin' Irish bitch?! I'll show you a fuckin' bitch you Jesuit
Emmaleigh storms out of the room and starts making her way back down the hallway. She walks, her head bowed, every footstep placed and determined. But her pace quick, the air about her thick with an excited tension.
Emmaleigh Shae: As I walk through the valley in the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. For thou art with me and thy rod, forever and ever amen.
As she reaches the end of her prayer, she is already half way across the land where the building stands. She turns back to look at the building, a small smile on her face and she pulls a small, tiny black trigger like article from her left pocket. She holds it up in front of her face, open palmed, before closing her fingers around it.
Emmaleigh Shae: Purchased with the blood of a thousand good Catholics, I cleanse thee and lay thee to rest.
As she says this, she pushes the button on the trigger, for a second, nothing happens and then, as quick as a breath, there is a huge bang, followed by a shaking noise as rubble begins to fall in on itself, this all happens in the space of a breath. In that very breath, Emmaleigh has thrown herself to the ground and thrown her arms over head head. Just in time to avoid the explosion as her bomb detonates and the entire building falls to it's knees.
After just a few minutes, nothing remains but a few rock sized pieces of stone and the smoke, which is already starting to clear. Across the reverberating sound in the darkness, the slow, cold laughter of Emmaleigh can be heard.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCF Television championship! Coming to the ring first, he weighs in at 205 pounds, and sands 6'6” tall! The challenger... Cheetah Fighter!
A lights go dark and the arena becomes eerie. "When Did This Storm Begin?" by Shiny Toy Guns is blasted through the arena. Loud cheers all around the arena. After the intro of the song, Cheetah Fighter comes out from backstage with a cheetah cape. The moment the song reaches the chorus, he throws his cape into the crowd and raises his arms. Then walks down the ramp, slapping some of the audience members' hands. He points to a nearby audience member and flexes with them. Then he gets on the apron and jumps over the ropes. He gets on one of the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air. He goes to another turnbuckle and raises his arms again. Then, he points at a random audience member before getting off the turnbuckle.
Kyle Steel: The next contestant stands 5'11” tall, and weighs in at 221 pounds. He is the WCF Television champion... John Gable!
“Thing You Oughta Know” blasts through the arena, as John comes out onto the entrance ramp. He is pelted with jeers from the crowd, as he holds his championship high above his head. Humphrey Craig follows him out form behind the curtain, and the two men begin their way down the ramp. Gable shouts down a few fans, before rolling under the bottom rope, and holding up his belt once more. He turns around, making sure everyone gets a good look, before handing it to the referee, and backing into his corner. Gable grabs the ropes, and uses them to stretch, as the ref show the belt to Cheetah fighter, and then holds it up once more for the crowd.
Zach Davis: The Television title has a storied tradition here in WCF, and I honestly don't care for what Gable has done to it.
Shannan Lerch: Are you kidding me? John Gable has given that title credibility, true star power! I would be embarrassed for the entire company if, somehow, Cheetah Fighter were to win it here tonight.
As soon as the ref rings the bell, Gable sprints across the ring, and this Cheetah Fighter with a knee to the gut. This doubles the man over, and Gable immediately begins pummeling his back with forearm clubs from both sides. Eventually, John gets him to the ground, and throws a few knees to his face to send him into a sitting position in the corner. He then back across the ring, and gives Cheetah a grin.
Shannan Lerch: John Gable is a house of fire right out of the gate tonight! He doesn't want to waste any time.
Gable sprints back across the ring, and hits a hard knee to his opponent's face. Cheetah Fighter falls to the ground, and Gable drags him away form the ropes for the pin.
...No! Cheetah Fighter gets a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: That could have been a quick end to Cheetah Fighter's title hopes.
Gable drags the man to his feet, and lifts him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position. He pauses, posing for the cameras, before hitting a samoan drop. He then jumps up and kicks Cheetah Fighter in the ribs, rolling him out of the ring. Gable spits over the top rope and screams loud enough for the microphones to pick it up.
John Gable: You stay the fuck out of my shot!
Gable then raises his arms in victory, as he marches around the ring. The fans shower him with boos, which brings a frown to the man's face. He grabs a microphone from a ringside attendant, and begins to rant at the fans.
John Gable: YOU DON'T BOO ME! I'm the star! I'm YOUR WCF Television champion! You're nothing but extras! I boo YOU!
Gable then climbs out of the ring, and goes after Cheetah Fighter again. However, his antics have allowed his opponent to recover, and he is met with a punch to the gut. Cheetah follows it up with a shot to the jaw, causing Gable to stumble back against the guardrail. Cheetah stands to his feet, pummeling Gable with punches and kicks, keeping him pinned against the rail. He then back up, and runs forward, but Gable dives out of the way just in time, sending Cheetah flying into the crowd. Gable taunts the crowd, turning around to laugh at his opponent. When Cheetah rises, he has a banana cream pie in his hands.
Shannan Lerch: Where the hell did he get a pie?!
When Gable turns around, he catches the creamy dessert directly in the face. Gable steps back, and tries to wipe the whipped cream from his eyes, but Cheetah Fighter leaps over the guardrail, and hits him with a flying shoulder block. Gable hits the ground, and Cheetah Fighter is on him, hitting him with rights to the head, as the man struggles to clear his vision. Cheetah stands back up, and rolls Gable into the ring.
Zach Davis: The tide has turned in Cheetah Fighter's favor, thanks in part to the appearance of that mysterious pie.
Shannan Lerch: Where the hell did he get a pie?!
Cheetah Fighter climbs up onto the apron, and waits for Gable to stand. John manages to see again, and steps over to the ropes. Before he can do anything, Cheetah grabs his head, and drops to the floor, hanging Gable up on the top rope. John drops to the mat, and Cheetah rolls under the bottom rope. He bends down to grabs Gable's legs for a Boston crab, but Gable grabs him and rolls him up into a pin.
...No! Cheetah kicks out, and immediately gets to his feet, as does Gable. The two men stare at each other for a moment, neither wanting to make a move too quickly. Suddenly, Cheetah Fighter swings, but Gable ducks it, coming back with a few jabs. Gable back him up against the ropes, and then whips him across the ring. On the comeback, Gable grabs him and hits him with a release belly to belly suplex, which sends him flying across the ring. Gable immediately follows up by walking over to Cheetah, and locking him in an STF.
Zach Davis: That deadly submission style of John Gable going to work here.
Shannan Lerch: And Cheetah Fighter looks like he's feeling the effects of this beat down.
Whle Gable hold Cheetah Fighter on the floor, Scott Savage makes his way onto the entrance ramp. Once the crowd sees him, they begin to boo.
Zach Davis: That's Scott Savage! What the hell is he doing out here?
Shannan Lerch: Rumor has it he's been in Gable's ear recently. Interesting to see him come out here though.
Gable wrenches on the hold, as Cheetah claws at the mat, trying to inch his way closer to the ropes. The fans cheer him on, but he struggles beneath Gable's weight, and the applied pressure. Eventually, inch by inch, Cheetah makes it close enough to reach out and grab the bottom rope. The ref Warns Gable to release the hold, before beginning his count. He gets to four, before John lets go.
Zach Davis: Gable releases the hold, but the damage has been done.
Gable stands above his opponent with a smirk, before going for the cover.
No! Cheetah gets the shoulder up. With an angry grimace, Gable yanks him to his feet, and lifts him in a suplex position. He stalls for a while, letting some blood rush to Cheetah's brain, before dropping him hard on the mat. He goes for the cover again.
...3NO! Cheetah just manages to kick out. Gable slaps him a few times in anger, before lifting him again. He whips him into the corner, and follows after quickly. He goes for a splash, but Cheetah falls just in time to watch Gable crash into the turnbuckle, and fall backwards. Cheetah begins climbing the ropes, and just as Gable stands, the man leaps off the top, and hits Gable with a stiff dropkick. The crowd has begun to cheer loudly.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like Cheetah Fighter is trying to get the fans support.
Zach Davis: It fuels him. The crowd starts cheering for him, the rush of adrenaline kicks in,a nd Cheetah Fighter goes crazy!
Cheetah stomps on Gable a few times, before jumping onto the second rope, and bouncing off of it. He tunrs and hits a leg drop on Gable before pinning him.
...No! Gable kicks out. Cheetah stands to his feet, and asks for audience support once again, which they gladly give him. As Gable sits up, Cheetah bounces off the ropes, and hits a low dropkick to his face. Cheetah fighter pops back up, and begins climbing the turnbuckle again. Cheetah Fighter leaps off the top, and this a big splash on Gable. He pops up again, and signals for his finisher.
Zach Davis: Cheetah fighter telling the crowd that he's going for the Stunner!
Cheetah grabs Gables head, and drives it into his shoulder, before pinning him.
Kyle Steel: Your winner, and NEW WCF Television champion... Cheetah fighter!
The crowd goes nuts, as Humphrey Craig slides into the ring, and checks on Gable. Cheetah fighter struts up the ramp, and past Scott Savage, who can't take his eyes off of the former champion. As Humphrey helps John to the back, Scott Savage applauds them the entire way, even holding the curtain open for them.
Shannan Lerch: A strange display from Scott Savage. I wonder what that's all about.
After Cheetah Fighter is alone in the ring with the belt, he climbs out of the ring to get a microphone before entering back again. Once more, he raises the title up in the air as the crowd cheers.
Cheetah Fighter: <Well, I guess it's come to this.>
He climbs on the turnbuckle as he sits on the top rope and looks at the roaring crowd.
Cheetah Fighter: <Ever since I've been fired, I've been insulted many times by other members of the roster. But that didn't bring me down. I've trained very hard throughout my time before Asesi-whatever the hell it's called. I don't know. It was a very disappointing night.>
The crowd boos, reminded that the very eventful night was half-ruined.
Cheetah Fighter: <But that's not the point. The point is that people think I'm just a slacker with a character, when behind the camera, I've really worked hard to dedicate myself in winning this title match. And now here I am.>
The crowd cheers.
Cheetah Fighter: <I thought that I would be the first outsider to become the WCF Television champion.>
He shakes his head.
Cheetah Fighter: <I was wrong.>
Several confused looks spread through the audience, wondering what he means.
Cheetah Fighter: <Instead of WCF, we have what we call the most pathetic promotion of the goddamned megaverse, EPPW. I wanted WCF, not this pathetic excuse for a ridiculous name and pathetic management.>
The crowd boos at not Cheetah, but at the company's current state.
Cheetah Fighter: <I'm already fired and yet I still manage to show up like I always do. Security isn't the best here. And with me having no business with Pantheon once and for all, I can concentrate on getting my job back. Thanks, booking committee. You are the only ones who aren't assholes here.>
He places the Television title over his shoulder.
Cheetah Fighter: <With that said, until I get my job back, this title belongs to me and not EPPW. To those who supported me, thanks. And to those with the insults directed towards me, fuck you all.>
He drops the mic and leaves the ring before looking at the camera.
Cheetah Fighter: <Brad Kane, if you're watching this, this dumpster baby got his prize. Looks like you're the only abortion that didn't get anything before getting kicked out.>
He climbed over the barricades and walked through the crowds. He began to give them high fives and allowed them to have a touch at the title belt before leaving through the emergency exits.
Emmaleigh Shae casually makes her way toward the new brick building that has been converted to a church of convenience. Father Donoghue walks a few steps behind her; his pace is slow and measured. As they reach the gate to the church, he places a hand on her shoulder; she immediately faces to turn the man, in whom she has placed all of her faith and beliefs. He smiles warmly at her, but the eyes give away a small note of disappointment, which the sag in her shoulders shows she feels more than anything.
Father Donoghue: My sweet little Lamb, I know that you are disappointed with your progress in tracking the traitor at this time... But there are other important works that need to be done. You were sent here, not just to avenge the embarrassment of your family, but to cleanse our organisation...
Emmaleigh nods slowly, flinching a little at the mention of her family, it becomes apparent that her search for Ortega goes beyond IRA business and is of a somewhat personal nature. She looks down as she listens to the priests words.
Father Donoghue: The purge is just beginning, we must remove the sinful, the doubters from our midst. You are a miracle my child, sent by the saviour himself with the wrath of his hands in your own... Now you must put those gifts to the use they were intended.
Emmaleigh turns and walks up the path to the church, as she pushes the doors open, without a single word uttered she walks to the confessional and steps inside. As she pushes open the window separating her and the priest, the young face is shadowed and barely visible. She clears her throat and leans back, half closing her eyes, she shows no sign of emotion.
Priest: What is your confession my child?
Emmaleigh Shae: Oh, it is not I who have sinned Father... My name is Leigha Shae and I am your reckoning.
The priest, clearly recognising the name, jumps up and swings open the confessional door on his side, he rips open her door with such force, had he been a large or strong man, he would have ripped it from it’s very hinges. Emmaleigh smirks slightly and stands from her seated position; she slowly approaches the young priest. He backs up from her approach, his breath in heavy short pants.
Emmaleigh Shae: You have known my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonor: my adversaries are all before you. Reproach has broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
The priest drops to his knees, tears filling his eyes as he looks up at Emmaleigh in pure desperation. She curls her nose up in disgust, as though she can smell the pitiful stench of despair emanating from his very being.
Father Michael: Please, I beg you, show mercy!
Emmaleigh Shae: Let the extortionist catch all that he has; and let the strangers spoil his labor. Let there be none to extend mercy to him: neither let there be any to favor his fatherless children. Let his posterity be cut off
Father Michael openly cries as he throws himself to her feet, he claps her ankles, shaking her slightly as he sobs and grovels.
Father Michael: Please, lamb of the lord, I beg of you… Cleanse me of my sins!
Emmaleigh kicks the priest from her body, glaring down at him with cold eyes, he gathers himself and runs for the door, she does not move, her eyes do not follow him as she raises the can of petrol in her left hand and begins soaking the altar and pews with it. The smell fills the air, but she makes no response. She kneels before the altar, the scent of the petrol hanging in the air around her as she tosses the can to the side.
Emmaleigh Shae: In your name, lord, Amen.
Emmaleigh strides out of the church, as she reaches the door she pulls a matchbook from her pocket and lights it, she flings it into the church as she turns and walks away. The fire quickly eats through the petrol, setting everything alight with thick smoke and hot red flames that lick like the tongues of a thousand saints across the tainted ground.
As Emmaleigh walks down the path, she spots Father Donoghue, standing over the fallen Father Michael, who is knelt before his church, watching it burn. He makes a grab for Emmaleigh as she passes, uttering words of thanks for her forgiveness; she does not regard him as she passes him, walking off into the distance.
The lights in the Arena go out as 'Blood' by Jim Johnston begins playing on the Jumbo-Tron. A circle of flames engulfs the center of the ring as a red V appears in the middle of it. Then just as quickly as it came it is gone and Voodoo is standing in the middle of the ring laughing hysterically as he backs into his corner.
The house lights go down as a red light sweeps over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. "Thunder Horse" by Dethklok begins to play, as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from
The lights dim once again as sirens begin sounding throughout the arena. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the Jumbo-Tron as Sparks shoot out from the corner posts. Red Pyrotechnics shoot out along the runway as Angel Fyre steps out from the back wearing a blood red evening gown with a verrry low neckline that left nothing to the imagination. She holds back the curtain as Grave Dancer steps through with a microphone in his hand.
Grave Dancer: You worthless fans are about to be given a real treat. Tonight you will witness the beginning of the end for Oblivion. His actions at the Pay Per View will prove to be fatal for him. Even the great Oblivion, Self Proclaimed Master of the Darkness, Has his weakness. He is a false prophet and I will reveal him for the fake that he is.
Grave Dancer laughs hysterically as an explosion erupts around Angel Fyre and himself. When everything clears both of them are standing in the ring with the rest of the Angels of Death.
“Stanton Curve” from the “Unstoppable” movie soundtrack cues up. The lights in the arena dim and smoke begins to billow out around the stage. LD walks out from the gorilla position and slowly heads to the ring, following a laser light display set into the ramp made to look like train tracks. When he reaches the apron the arena lights come back up, and LD climbs the steps and enters between the ropes, moving to silently stand in his corner.
"Five to One" by The Doors begins to play over the PA system and Amory Tom emerges from the back, wearing his black slacks with suspenders. He removes the suspenders as he walks down to the ring, focused on his upcoming match. He climbs into the ring and stands next to Locomotora Desbocado. The two begin trading threats with the AoD and security has to stand between them to keep them separated.
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, 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.
Zach Davis: HOLY SH-...!! THAT SCARED THE HOLY HELL OUT OF ME!!!
Shannan Lerch: 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...
Zach Davis: Look at Oblivion!
The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away.
Shannan Lerch: That was NOT necessary!! What did that cameraman do to Oblivion?!?!
Zach Davis: He got in The God of Insanity's way!!
Shannan Lerch: No excuse!!
Zach Davis: 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.
Zach Davis: 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.
Shannan Lerch: 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!!
Zach Davis: 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.
Shannan Lerch: for crying out loud. Quit being such a big baby, Zach!! Get up here and sit!! DO YOUR DAMN JOB!!
Zach Davis: Holy....
Shannan Lerch: Love or hate Oblivion, you DO have to give props to The Monster!!
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
Zach Davis: ....
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
Shannan Lerch: 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.
Zach Davis: The WCF Arena is defiantly divided tonight!
Shannnan Lerch: 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.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentleman.... The God of Insanity.... OBLIVION!!!
Oblivion points at Grave Dancer and smirks as security makes them have one legal man in. Amory Tom grabs Denise D'evil by the hair and pulls her to the center of the ring. Denise D'evil swings her head around reversing it and sends Amory Tom into the ropes. She follows it up with a devastating clothesline. Amory Tom hits the mat with a thud as Denise D'Evil tags in Voodoo. Voodoo picks up Amory Tom and quickly hits him with a swinging neckbreaker and goes for the cover. Amory Tom kicks out before the ref even gets into position. Voodoo picks up Amory Tom who reverses it and hits Voodoo with a DDT. Both men collapse to the mat as the referee begins to count.
Amory Tom begins to move slowly, Trying hard to clear his head and regain his focus. He sees Voodoo on the mat and rolls over on top of him. The referee moves into position just as Voodoo kicks out. Tom stands him up and hits with a devastating standing drop kick that sends Voodoo flying back into his own corner. Grave Dancer slaps him on the back and opens the ropes as he comes through. Amory Tom quickly goes back to his own corner and tags in Locomotora Desbocado. Grave Dancer hits Desbocado with a kick to the mid section as he rushes him and quickly connects with a DDT. Grave Dancer quickly picks him up and throws him out of the ring near his team mates. D'Evil picks up Desbocado and slams him down on the steel steps. Desbocado grabs his back and screams out in agony as blood begins trickling out of his mouth.
Shannan Lerch: This match has turned out to be everything we thought it would be. Just wait until the big man gets in there. He isn't too happy about what just happened.
Zach Davis: You can say that again. Oblivion is just livid. Look out, Here he comes now.
Oblivion runs around to the other side of the ring and begins to go after D'Evil when Angel Fyre steps in his way and tries to spray something into his eyes. Oblvion ducks and hits her with a cross body that sends her to the concrete. Oblivion grabs Desbocado and helps him back to his side of the ring. Meanwhile, Grave Dancer has been inside the ring keeping the ref busy complaining about someone pulling his trunks. The ref warns him for the last time and screams at him that he is full of $h!t because no one has been near him. Oblivion climbs into the ring.
Oblivion and Grave Dancer stare into each others eyes with so much hatred you can feel the electricity in the air and almost see it sparking in what little space there was between them. Grave Dancer quickly runs back towards the ropes and gaining all the momentum he can runs straight into Oblivion. Oblivion moves back just enough to keep his balance and shakes it off as if it were nothing. Grave Dancer hits the ropes again and this time instead of hitting Oblivion he ducks through a clothesline and bounces off the ropes on the other side. Oblivion turns and braces himself for the impact as Grave Dancer dives low and takes out his knee. Oblivion hits the mat grabbing for his knee. Grave Dancer bends down to pick up Oblivion who grabs him and picks him up into a firemans carry with a airplane spin. Oblivion connects with a Samoan driver and goes for the pin as the crowd begins to cheer. Before the ref can get into position Voodoo breaks up the pin attempt. Only to be hit by Amory Tom from behind and sent flying through the ropes. Amory Tom dives out after him and hits him with a clothesline that sends him flying into the crowd.
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion Irish whips Gravedancer towards the ropes...
Zach Davis: NO-O-O-O-O!!! Short-arm lariat!!
Oblivion grabs Gravedancer.
Grancedancer smacks Oblivion in the mid-section, but Oblivion grabs Gravedancer's head and rakes the boots laces against the face of IT's opponent. With Gravedancer face down on the mat, Oblivion begins to take long strides, as The Monster stomps down with IT's boots, getting the crowd riled up.
Shannan Lerch: Gravedancer needs to stop Oblivion now, before The Monster gets really started!!
Oblivion walks to a corner and grabs the top rope and begins to stomp down onto the mat. The crowd claps and cheers along with the stomps...
Zach Davis: There goes Oblivion!!
Shannann Lerch: BIG BOOT IN THE FACE OF GRAVEDANCER!!
Zach Davis: Clothesline on Voodoo!!
Oblivion nails Denise D'Evil with a spinning back hand...
Shannan Lerch: That was a nasty backhand slap to the mouth of The Deathbringer!!
Oblivion nails Denise D'Evil with a gutwrench neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: The Monster turn IT's attention back to Gravedancer...
Gravedancer braces himself against the turnbuckles...
Shannan Lerch: OH HELL, HERE COMES THE MONSTER!!!
Oblivion charges at a leaning Gravedancer...
Zach Davis: A massive knee strike!!
Gravedancer stumbles out and...
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion nails IT's opponent with a nasty clothesline...
The impact of the clothesline causes Gravedance to bounce of the corner....
Zach Davis: BULLDOG!!!
Oblivion then gets back on the apron and is officially tagged in by Amory Tom. Oblivion looks over at Voodoo just getting back to his feet.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, Amory Tom really took Voodoo out on that one. He is going to feel that for a long time.
Zach Davis: He is not only going to feel it but he will remember that one for a while. What in the world is D'Evil doing?
D'Evil climbs to the top rope as Grave Dancer barely makes it over for the tag. D'Evil leaps and hits Amory Tom with a clothesline from the top rope just as he enters the ring. He momentum carries her over a little too far and she flips herself out and over the steel post.
Right onto Oblivion who was coming around her way. She takes him by surprise and slams into him. Oblivion falls to the steel railing and catches himself before falling. D'Evil makes her way back into the ring and picks up Amory Tom. Tom takes her by surprise and hits her with a DDT. Tom picks D'Evil up again and connects with a fireman's carry into a piledriver. D' Evil is motionless on the mat as Amory Tom walks over and tags in Desbocado. He picks D' Evil up and connects with a flapjack into a power slam. He climbs up to the top rope as the crowd begins to get behind him, Cheering him and urging him on. He leaps from the top rope and connects with a powerful thud.
Right into an empty mat as D'Evil barely rolls out of the way in time. Angel Fyre climbs onto the ring apron and shouts out encouragement to D' Evil. Both wrestlers are motionless in the ring. The ref begins to count.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Amory Tom makes it to his feet with help from the ropes at about the same time that D' Evil does. D' Evil rushes towards him and attempts to hit him with a clothesline. Tom ducks and holds down the ropes as D' Evil flies over them onto the concrete floor below. Amory Tom flips himself over the ropes and hits D' Evil with splash. he picks her up and throws her back into the ring. Amory Tom follows her in and goes for the pin. Voodoo rushes in and pulls Amory Tom off of her before quickly running back out. Amory Tom picks up D' Evil and carries her over to her corner. He tosses her right into Voodoo and urges him into the ring. Voodoo stands on the ring apron and the two begin trading punches. voodoo reaches into his trunks and pulls something out of them. As Amory Tom is turning around to face him after taking a hard right. Voodoo throws a powdery substance into his eyes.
Shannan Lerch: OH CRAP!! HERE COMES OBLIVION!!
Oblivion nails a double fist to the back of the head of Voodoo.
Zach Davis: Oblivion grabs Amory Tom and drags him to their corner.
The arena shakes with THUNDEROUS cheers,as Amory Tom tags in Oblivion!!
Shannan Lerch: Clothesline on Voodoo!!
Zach Davis: CLOTHESLINE ON GRAVEDANCER!!
Voodoo with a tilt-whirl backbreaker!!
Shannan Lerch: Massive legdrop across the neck of Voodoo!!
Zach Davis: WAIT!! OBLIVION IS WALKING TO THE CORNER!!
Shannan Lerch: The Monster is climbing up the turnbuckles!! This will be not good for Voodoo!!
Oblivion looks around as the crowd cheers...
The Crowd: OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!!
Zach Davis: I cannot hear myself think. This crowd is one hundred percent behind The Monster Oblivion!!
Oblivion flies through the air and...
Shannan Lerch: HOLY SMOKES!!
Oblivion flies through the air and lands on top of Voodoo with a twisting splash!! Oblivion then tags in Amory Tom. Tom approaches Voodoo but Voodoo rolls him up out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: This could be it right here. The ref is in perfect position.
Shannan Lerch: Don't look now but here comes Grave Dancer!
Grave Dancer kicks the ropes to break the hold as the ref is about to make the three count. Voodoo gets to his feet and whips Amory Tom into the ropes. Amory Tom attempts a clothesline but Grave Dancer ducks and stops dead in his tracks. He waits until Amory Tom's momentum has carried him off the ropes and raises his huge boot just in time to connect right with the head of Amory Tom. Tom, Not even expecting the move took the full force of the blow and collapses to the mat. Grave Dancer tags in D' Evil who had finally regained her composure. you can see the hatred in her eyes as she enters the ring and goes after Amory Tom. She catches him..
Zach Davis: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE! SHE HITS IT!
She goes for the pin.
Shannan Lerch: The Angels of Death defeat Oblivion and co.!
Grave Dancer, Denise D'Evil and Voodoo celebrate in the ring as Oblivion exits, looking on angrily.
Our cameras cut backstage to find Jeff Purse pacing back and forth. He is currently talking on his cell phone and appears to be quite angry as he speaks.
Jeff Purse: Yeah, tell me. I need to know this shit!
Purse continues to pace back and forth as he listens to the person on the other end of the phone. He is growing frustrated and impatient.
Jeff Purse: Yes, January 13th of this year. Raleigh, North Carolina. ... It was a black BMW. Come on, I've given you this information already!
The person on the other end speaks for a bit longer as Jeff listens. Suddenly he stops pacing and comes to a dead stop. His eyes look furious and his lips tremble with anger as he has to contain himself to respond to the person on the phone.
Jeff Purse: Can you fax that information to me? ... Yeah, Memorial Coliseum in L.A. ...
Jeff manages to compose himself long enough to think clearly and look on the bulletin for the arena information which lists the fax number for the location.
Jeff Purse: (213) 746-9346. Do it right now..okay? Okay? Great, thanks.
Jeff hangs up the phone and sends his fist into the bulletin board out of anger.
Jeff Purse: I fucking knew it!
As Jeff releases his anger, a curious Hank Brown walks into the area. He is startled to see Jeff so angry and his interviewer instincts kick in.
Hank Brown: Jeff? All you alright man?
Jeff doesn't look back at Hank, he just responds, staring at the bulletin board.
Jeff Purse: Not now Hank.
Hank Brown: Alright man, sorry to bother. Just wanna make sure you're alright.
Jeff turns around now, and stops Hank from leaving as he seems to have changed his mind.
Jeff Purse: Oh no, I am just fine. I'll tell you this. I now have the proof that Eric Price ran me down with a car that was rented to him back in January. They are faxing that information to me now.
Hank Brown: Oh my God!
Jeff Purse: Eric, you motherfucker. Tonight you get yours!
Jeff storms out of frame leaving a stunned Hank Brown with the information he just received. We cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse now has evidence that Eric Price was indeed the one who ran him down a week after One! This just changed the entire night for Eric Price.
Shannan Lerch: Oh come on, why now? Why now?
The arena goes pitch black and "Take you under" by Dale Oliver starts playing. The fans start chanting "New Church" as the music continues. A minute or so goes by and nothing and then all of the sudden the music stops and the lights come back up. Stan Murdoch then walks out with mic in hand.
Stan Murdoch: The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
"Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin starts playing as he is joined by Adam Young and Austin Adams. They walk towards the ring not noticeing the fans at all. Adam and Austin climb into the ring as Stan sits down on the ring steps.
Stan Murdoch: If any man hath ears to hear, let him hear.
Stan stands up laughing.
Stan Murdoch: And it came to pass, that he was going on the sabbath day through the grainfields; and his disciples began, as they went, to pluck the ears. And the Pharisees said unto him, Behold, why do they on the sabbath day that which is not lawful? And he said unto them, Did ye never read what David did, when he had need, and was hungry, he, and they that were with him? How he entered into the house of God when Abiathar was high priest, and ate the showbread, which it is not lawful to eat save for the priests, and gave also to them that were with him? And he said unto them, The sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath: so that the Son of man is lord even of the Sabbath.
Stan climbs into the ring.
Stan Murdoch: We are no longer coming, we are here. WCF you have lived with a false GOD, and no I don't mean Eric Price. I'm talking about Steeltoe Joe. You sir have taken the love from these fans and used it as you will for money. We are here to bring them to the light. Steeltoe Joe your sins have caught up to you and now you shall pay dearly. Rejoice for your chosen ones have come to lead you from evil.
All three men start laughing.
Stan Murdoch: Oh and Eric Price read the good book we left for you in your office, it just might save your soul. (singing) Oh when the saints go marching in, oh lord I want to be in that number. When the saints go marching in.
The fans boo.
Stan Murdoch: People the days of watching overpaid idiots take you on trips into their own egos is gone. My boys right here are returning the WCF back into a family entertainment mecca. The days of the seven deadly words are gone. No longer will there be scantly clad females in front of you Godly people. This is a fight between good and evil. Southern morals shall rule over the WCF and bring back high family values. We are not the bad guys but the righteous who have come to repair your moral order.
Shannan Lerch: The Big Time Jerks looking to get a win here tonight.
The music fades as “Radiocative” by Imagine Dragons begins to play.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 487 pounds, they are the team of the EPPW People’s Champion Steeltoe Joe and Jonathan Jakobs!
Zach Davis: And the chorus of boos begin as both men make their way down the entrance ramp, Steeltoe Joe with a huge smirk on his face. Jonathan Jakobs behind him and it’s almost as if I sense some hesitation in him as he’s still not quite used to this reaction.
Shannan Lerch: Why do you like to poke? Why do you like to meddle in people’s business Zach?
Zach Davis: I’m just stating what I see.
Shannan Lerch: You like to prod at people is what you like to do.
Zach Davis: As both men make their way into the ring here, Steeltoe Joe is definitely a different man ever since he sold his soul to the devil!
Shannan Lerch: You dare not speak ill of our dear leader that way, this is our EPPW People’s Champion and he does what is best for the people always!
Zach Davis: Both teams here are set to go as the referee is trying to get them settled. Steeltoe Joe wants to start things off for his team and Young will start things off for his team looks like. As Young and Steeltoe Joe come to the center of the ring they get right in each other’s faces. They look at each other intently with such a serious look, you have to sense the major animosity between them.
Shannan Lerch: And STJ steps back for a second as if to give a reprieve but, oh no. A slap right to the face of Young as STJ now smiles. And now he looks at the audience and did he just say “You’re welcome!”
Zach Davis: Young not up for any of STJ’s antics here tonight as he quickly attacks STJ from behind with a backbreaker. STJ down and cover.
Zach Davis: And a kickout. Barely counted one here as Young was looking to end this match as quickly as possible. Young looking to put STJ in a hold here but wait, small package, rollup!
Zach Davis: And a kickout just in the nick of time. STJ also looking to end the matchup quickly here tonight. STJ gets up and decides to tag in his partner Jonathan Jakobs as Young is still regaining his composure here. Tag is made and Jakobs gets on the top rope waiting for Young to turn around here. Young has turned and Jakobs makes the jump and a clothesline from the air.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, and Young is down here as Jakobs has started in this match with a bang. Jakobs goes for a cover as well.
Zach Davis: And a kickout. These men are definitely looking for an early victory here tonight as they really want to show the world that they deserve the shot at the tag team titles. But only one team will prevail here tonight. Young trying to recover and get back to his corner but Jakobs says no as he starts stomping on Young repeatedly here, really trying to wear him down here. And Jakobs goes in now for a headlock on Young. This is considered a submission maneuver. And Young trying to hang on here.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like he’s fading here Zach. The referee doing his job here and checking Young’s arm to see if he’s still in this; raises it and yes, a clenched fist as Young fights on. And Young now trying to roll his way out of this headlock as Jakobs only locks it in even tighter. Young trying to inch himself closer to the bottom rope. He’s almost there, just a fingertip away and he’s got it!
Zach Davis: And the referee informing Jakobs of this. The referee counts 1 and Jakobs removes the hold as Young is still holding that rope recovering from the headlock. STJ now insisting to be tagged in, he wants in this match. Not surprising as he can take on Young in this condition. But Young is inching closer to his corner here as well and he needs to make a tag. Jakobs goes to his corner and tags in STJ as STJ runs toward Young but Young makes a tag to Austin Adams here. And Adams is now in this match up. STJ trying to negotiate his way out of this, telling Adams to take it easy here for a second.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like Adams will have none of it as he quickly grabs STJ’s arm and throws him toward the ropes and Adams goes to the opposite side to meet STJ with a clothesline here.
Zach Davis: And he hit it. STJ is down here but he quickly recovers as Adams meets him with another clothesline. STJ gets up again and another clothesline. STJ is down now. Adams goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: And another kickout by STJ. Adams definitely not going to tolerate any of STJ’s crap tonight as he’s all business trying to secure that shot at the titles. Adams bringing STJ up here but STJ reverses it and bam, Olympic Slam on Adams. Adams on the ropes so STJ slides him in here and begins to stomp on him repeatedly wearing him down. Oh look at this arrogance, he’s just signaling that he’s making quick work of Adams as the audience is getting on him for it.
Shannan Lerch: He has a right to be confident but he should get it done in the match. STJ grabbing Adams’s legs here and looks like he’s going to try to go for a submission move here but Adams is fighting him. STJ responds with a kick to the gut of Adams. And I think he’s going to lock it in here. Yes, The Steel Mill!
Zach Davis: STJ has The Steel Mill locked in and is really trying to break Adams in half. He has it in real tight as the crowd is firmly behind Adams here. Adams is hanging on, really trying to endure the pain and look at the smile on STJ’s face. He thinks he has this match here.
Shannan Lerch: And Young is now coming into this match, illegally I might add and he kicks STJ to break up the submission hold.
Zach Davis: He had to save the matchup for his team. And Jakobs quickly coming in and clotheslines Young out of the ring. The referee needs to restore order to this match. And Jakobs heads back to his corner as STJ quickly goes over and tags him in. Adams still recovering and Jakobs brings him up and yes, he’s going to try to torture him here with a suplex but Adams is preventing it. He’s blocking Jakobs’ leg. Repeated elbows to Jakobs here as Jakobs release the grip he had on Adams. Jakobs goes back to his corner to tag STJ in again. STJ comes in and as Adams is recovering, he tries to go for a clothesline but Adams sees him and also tries for a clothesline of his own here and this is a collision!
Shannan Lerch: Both men hit each other with clotheslines and they’re down in the middle of the ring. Young is just coming back to his corner after being knocked down. He’s itching for the tag here as Adams is down. Jakobs itching to tag himself back in here as STJ is down. Both men recovering here and they’re crawling to their respective corners. Both men slowly crawling, slowly, and a tag made from Adams to Young. And another tag made from STJ to Jakobs.
Zach Davis: Young and Jakobs the legal men in this match now. Both men meet in the center of the ring trading blows, a punch to Young, a punch to Jakobs. Both men holding their ground, another punch to Young, another punch to Jakobs. And Young seems to have the upper hand as he lands another punch, and another, and another to Jakobs here. And he has him on the ropes here as Jakobs goes from side of the ring to the other, Young meets Jakobs with a clothesline! Jakobs is down here. And I think Young’s calling for it!
Shannan Lerch: Yes, he’s getting on the top rope.
Zach Davis: This is high risk. Young is on the top rope and he’s calling for the Broken Mirror. He goes for it and … nails it! Yes, he did the damage to Jakobs. He runs over to STJ in the corner and knocks him off to the corner. He goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: The Big Time Jerks did it here tonight as the referee rings the bell. All that boasting, all that arrogance got Steeltoe Joe and Jonathan Jakobs absolutely nothing as they have no choice but to go back and climb the ladder again!
Kyle Steel: And the winners of the match, Adam Young and Austin Adams … The Big Time Jerks!
Shannan Lerch: As the referee raises Young and Adams’s hands in victory, STJ and Jakobs are on the outside arguing over the loss. Definitely some issues they will need to address as they did not get it done here tonight.
Zach Davis: The crowd is happy here tonight with this win! Sure, they don’t like the Big Time Jerks but they really hate Steeltoe Joe and Jonathan Jakobs!
Shannan Lerch: Indeed, STJ and Jakobs walking off to the back here still bickering over the loss but nothing but smiles in the ring as Young and Adams celebrate, each getting on a turnbuckle in a corner to celebrate.
Zach Davis: A surprising but earned victory!
Shannan Lerch: Welcome back to Slam as Mr. Price is already in the ring and is ready to perform the first ever live performance evaluation in the history of not only WCF but now EPPW.
Zach Davis: And you’re just giddy aren’t you?
Eric Price: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Slam as we get set to do our first ever live performance evaluation, but before we do that, I’d like to discuss another matter. Earlier tonight, I stripped Pantheon of their executive powers thankfully and even better, Jay Price is gone!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Yes, that was great! Firing Jay Price was excellent as he deserved it but there’s someone I would like to bring up again, Brad Kane! He deserved to be fired last week after I made him tap out! That’s right, he tapped out to me and then I fired him for being a useless loser and despite some objections, I did it because it right for business and in the interest of fairness! With that in mind, I want you all to know that you will never see Brad Kane in this ring ever again and I say good …
Eric is interrupted as the lights shut out in the arena. People begin to cheer loudly thinking it might be one of the guys who was fired found a way to get one over Eric Price. Then without a second warning "All I Want" by A Day To Remember blares through the P.A. system. The smart marks get on their feet and go insane. Lights flare back on to reveal none other then the cousin of Brad Kane, Freya Kane. She does not look happy at all with Eric Price as she storms down to the ring getting a microphone handed to her. Freya enters the ring with the crowd still shocked and yet happy to see the woman who destroyed Kaylyn James Evans in her last WCF contest. The music cuts off while Freya stands across the ring from the new owner.
Eric Price: What the hell are you doing here? Why are you interrupting me? My name is Mr. Eric Price and I …
Freya Kane: SHUT UP!
Eric looks infuriated at this as the crowd erupts in cheers this.
Freya Kane: Well, well, well. Eric Price without the World Title. The man who pissed himself, gave up to a woman, has suddenly found a set of balls again when he was suddenly thrust into a position of power and began to already reign terror upon the fine people of this promotion. What you did at ADM left a bad taste in my family's mouth. Seeing as how Brad isn't here to represent himself I am here to tell you, Eric, that you are the biggest pile of trash in professional wrestling today!
The crowd roars with approval before beginning to applaud Freya Kane for having the courage to come out here and let Eric Price exactly what she thinks along with the former WCF Universe.
Freya Kane: I was never officially let go from my contract, Mr. Price and as it stands I am a member of this roster.
Eric Price: So you’re still a member of the active WCF Roster despite not doing anything for months and you want exactly what from me? You come out here, interrupt me when I’m about to do a performance evaluation to talk about your piece of trash cousin Brad Kane, who for the record deserved to be fired! So again, what the hell do you want?
Freya smiles at the new owner before walking around him. The smile fades as she stands behind him.
Freya Kane: What I want, Eric, is pretty simple. I want justice. You think he deserved to be fired? For what? Because you dislike him. I know for a fact that is grounds for a lawsuit should he pursue it. He could burn this company down to the ground but he won't. He'd rather see you suffer and given that Miss Twilight made you scream like a baby back bitch....
That gets a HUGE pop from the crowd.
Freya Kane: I'm going to have to do the exact same thing. Its no secret, Eric, you're not at all what you think you are. You're a coward. A sad little man with the ability to abuse his newfound powers to smite his enemies. Hell, that makes you no better then Hitler!
Eric Price: Oh is that a fact? Well … if that’s the case, give me a reason why I shouldn’t fire you right now. You come out here during my show in my ring and interrupt me to insult me and I assume you expect me to do something for either you or your brother, are you insane? This is no way to pursue what you want. I tell you what, why don’t you get on your knees and beg for me? Go ahead, do it!
Freya Kane: If you fire me right now, why, I can claim that you sexually harassed me backstage. I wouldn't take a single second to do it either, Eric. So if you were to fire me, well, you'd stand to lose so much money. You'd lose the company and everything you hold dear to you, Eric. So I got a better idea. How about you get on your hands and knees, beg to me that I don't bring down the entire arena down around your head because I will do.
Freya smirks while standing behind Eric and kicks him in the back of the leg.
Freya Kane: Beg for me, bitch! BEG!
Eric is now on one knee in pain as he looks positively infuriated while the crowd cheers for this. He turns around as Freya is standing behind him.
Eric Price: I’ll tell you what Freya, I won’t fire you. No no, I shouldn’t fire you I think. You still have a place here in my company, oh yes. Now I will not bring your cousin back, he doesn’t deserve to be here. However, I think you do Freya … I really do.
Eric slowly starts walking away from Freya
Eric Price: SECURITY!
Quickly, about 10 security guards come running down the entrance ramp as Freya quickly jumps Eric and starts trying to punch him right in the face as he blocks her from doing so as the security guards quickly storm the ring and grab her and restrain her as Eric looks completely infuriated!
Eric Price: Let me tell you something right now, if you ever try to do something like this again, I will fire you on the spot! Now get this bitch out of my ring!
Freya is all smiles as she gets dragged away by the security team not kicking or screaming. She uses a free hand to flip Eric the bird before going into the back. Eric looks absolutely incensed at this as the crowd erupts in cheers at this.
Eric Price: As I said, get her out of here NOW! I suppose you all liked that didn’t you?
Zach Davis: Hahaha, look at that, Eric got what he deserved for being an asshole!
Shannan Lerch: Mr. Eric Price did not deserve such disrespect. Freya won’t be long for this company I think.
Eric Price: You all liked that, I tell you what you won’t like, what’s coming up now because I haven’t forgotten. I’m still doing this performance evaluation and at this time I would request the presence of Zach Davis in this ring.
Zach Davis: I …
Zach slowly gets up and slowly makes his way to the ring as Eric stands in the ring gleaming at Zach who looks very concerned
Eric Price: Come on, chop chop Mr. Davis, chop chop, I don’t have all night. I have a World Title to win later this evening.
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Oh shut up!
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: I’M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU PEOPLE AGAIN!
The crowd continues to chant as Zach steps into the ring as Eric looks at him with a huge grin on his face
Eric Price: Now Mr. Davis … no no, no need for formalities, we’ve known each other long enough, I’ll call you Zach.
Zach Davis: Eric …
Eric Price: Whoa, no no no, that’s Mr. Price to you.
Eric smiles as the crowd continues to boo this double standard of abuse
Eric Price: Nevertheless, we are here to conduct a performance evaluation and based on your recent job performance Zach, I have to say that I am very disappointed. Correct me if I’m wrong but I believe that both last week and earlier tonight, you referred to my purchase of WCF and conversion of it to EPPW as “a nightmare”? Is that right?
Zach Davis: Well you see …
Eric Price: Zach, I’m not asking you to explain something, I’m asking you a simple yes or no question, did you refer to my ownership of this company as a nightmare? Yes or no?
Zach Davis: … Yes.
Eric Price: I’m sorry what was that now?
Zach Davis: Yes I did.
Eric Price: You did. Let me get this straight, you think that EPPW is a nightmare? You think the fact that I bought this company is a “nightmare”? Is that correct?
Zach Davis: Well … you see …
Eric Price: No no, again, I’m not asking you for an explanation, simple yes or no and again I ask, do you think that EPPW is a nightmare? Do you think it’s a nightmare that I bought this company?
Zach Davis: Honestly, I do.
Crowd cheers loudly at this
Eric looks back at the crowd with repugnance and disgust and continues to speak
Eric Price: So these people like that you think that? They seem to agree with that? That’s fine but let remind you of something, these are not the people that pay your bills, these are not the people that take care of your family, and these are not the people that sign your paycheck. With that in mind, you have 30 seconds to tell me exactly why I shouldn’t fire your ass right now.
Zach clearly is in almost panic mode now
Zach Davis: But I need my job.
Eric Price: 27 seconds.
Zach Davis: But sir … Mr. Price sir, I have a family to feed, I have to take care of myself, I need this job, it’s what I’m good at.
Eric Price: 20 seconds.
Zach Davis: You can’t fire me, I do the play by play like no one else can for W … I mean EPPW. I love this company and I’m just asking that you find it in your heart to not fire me.
Eric Price: That’s all you’ve got? 10 seconds.
Zach Davis: I don’t know what else to do, please let me keep my job.
Eric Price: Time’s up. Now really, that was a pathetic display, I’ve seen you far more emotive in that announcer’s booth than I saw here tonight, especially when I’m being humiliated or I’ve done something that displeases you, oh then you get real lit don’t you? But I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you keep your job Zach but first, you’re going to get on your knees and start begging me for your job.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: I’m not asking you a question, I’m telling you, if you want to keep your job, get on your hands and knees right now and beg me for it. Or you can quit now if you like.
Zach slowly starts getting on his knees as the crowd is yelling “No” at him, as he does, the chants quickly turn to loud boos as Eric Price is beaming over what is occurring.
Zach Davis: Mr. Price, please, I’m begging you for my job.
Eric Price: That’s how you beg? I’ll tell you what, now that you’re on your hands and knees, why don’t you cry for me? Why don’t you cry for your job?
Zach Davis: I …
“The Only One” by Evanescene immediately starts playing over the speaker system as the crowd erupts in cheers as Sarah Twilight begins to make her way to the ring, microphone in hand.
Sarah Twilight: Zach, get up, get out of the ring and go back to your announcer’s chair. Don't listen to his shit.
Zach quickly gets up and starts making his way back to his chair.
Eric Price: NO, YOU’LL BE FIRED IF YOU…
Sarah Twilight: Eric, shut your damn mouth! JUST.SHUT.UP!
The crowd erupts in cheers as Sarah makes her way into the ring with an enraged Eric Price who feels slighted at being interrupted,
Eric Price: Sarah, I was in the middle of a performance evaluation and you’ve interrupted me … what reason do you have for interrupting your boss?
Sarah Twilight: Evaluation? Oh you mean on the commentator that you visciously assaulted a few months ago? Someone you know is afraid of you?
She narrows her eyes, leaning in real close to him.
Sarah Twilight: Why don't you see how much you can intimidate...ME, Eric?
Eric Price: Now Sarah, calm down, remember, I am your boss! And … you know what, ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to perform a different performance evaluation here tonight! And the employee I will be evaluating will be none other than the WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight!
Sarah Twilight: You can take that evaluation and shove it up your ass! All you do is run your damn mouth and everyone is sick of it. I don't give s hit if you run ten of these companies. The fact of the matter is...when it comes to me. You're scared SHIT!
Eric Price: Afraid? You’re delusional Sarah, very delusional. I am simply doing my job as the chairman, CIO, and owner of this company! Now then, for your performance evaluation, it seems you’ve done nothing but disrespect me and my executive team … that doesn’t bode well for you Sarah, not at all. So here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to get on your hands and knees and beg me for your job!
Crowd: You’re a loser! You’re a loser! You’re a loser!
Eric Price: SHUT UP!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Sarah, I’m not asking, get on your hands and knees now!
Sarah Twilight simply stands in the ring looking straight into Eric’s eyes, staring a hole through him as Eric seems more nervous but also believes he will convince her to do what he says
Eric Price: Sarah, if you don’t do what I say, I will strip you of that title right now and fire you on the spot!
Sarah just continues to stare at him
Eric Price: I’LL DO IT! I’LL FIRE YOU!
Sarah reaches back and suddenly her fist connects with Eric’s mouth, knocking him down to the canvas as she flips the middle finger in his direction and walks out of the ring as “The Only One” starts playing over the speaker system. She starts making her way up the entrance ramp toward to the back as Eric looks positively enraged grabbing his cheek from the punch as the crowd has erupted in cheers over this! The music starts to fade as Eric speaks in anger…
Eric Price: You liked that, huh? I suppose you all enjoyed that didn’t you? You revel in the misery of others? I’ll tell you what you won’t like, oh yeah, I’ll tell you! Tonight, after I get done beating Sarah Twilight for the World Title and become the new EPPW World Champion, which I will, I will get the ultimate thrill and pleasure and will finally fire Sarah Twilight!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: And just for the record, this is all your fault for supporting her, because of you people, she will be fired! I will guarantee this, after tonight, she will never be the same again! YOU’RE NOT SMILING NOW ARE YOU? You’re not smiling now!
Eric gets a huge smile on his face as “You Know My Name” starts playing over the speaker system again as the crowd massively boos him as he slowly steps out of the ring with a huge grin on his face.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, so Eric Price promises to fire Sarah Twilight this evening. Not to mention you Zach, you should be thanking Sarah for saving your bacon.
Zach Davis: I didn’t deserve to be fired, Eric’s just running scared and he’s turning this place into a nightmare. Folks, this is like a bad dream that I hope ends soon because all I’ve seen from Eric Price thus far is abuse of his power. And now he’s promised to fire Sarah Twilight for doing the right thing, because the WCF and yes I said WCF fans cheer her, love her … well she’s going to give them what they want and that is a beating of Eric Price tonight!
Shannan Lerch: Zach, you still haven’t learned to respect our dear leader?
Zach Davis: After tonight, our dear leader I think will be eating through a straw because once Sarah is done with him, he will never be the same again. She is the hero, the one hope of WCF and I know she will stand tall and triumph over this cloud of evil! Mark my words, tonight Sarah Twilight walks out WCF World Champion and Eric Price will be stretchered out of here and will have to eat his words! And I for one can’t wait!
Kyle Steel: The following match is for ONE fall. First, from Anchorage, Alaska…BUZZSAW BUNDY!
The sound of a chainsaw being pull started reverberates through the arena, as The Lumberjack starts. With the start of the lyrics Buzzsaw walks out, pausing on the stage to raise a fist. As the crowd pops, he makes his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans. Grabbing the top rope, he steps onto the apron, and over the top rope into the ring. As he prepares for his match, he removes his flannel shirt, revealing his muscled body.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…from Houston, Texas…ODIN BALFORE!!!
“ 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 an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring 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 an methodical pace. 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 and Buzzsaw Bundy meet in the center of the ring measuring each other up and running their mouths at each other.
Shannan Lerch: I hope the ring was reinforced with these two behemoths in the ring at the same time.
Zach Davis: Yes, and this match is not going to be a technical marvel, it’s going to be…to steal a catchphrase from someone else…a slobberknocker!
The referee signals for the bell.
Balfore and Bundy continue jawing for a couple of more seconds and Balfore finally raises one arm, challenging Bundy, in a test of strength. Bundy laughs at Odin and shrugs, grabbing his hand. They lock their other hands as well and start pushing against each other. The crowd looks on in awe as both men struggle to push each other down. Bundy finally starts gaining leverage after about 30 seconds and slowly pushes Odin down to one knee. The crowd starts rallying behind The Maverick and ever so slowly, to Bundy’s surprise, Odin starts pushing back harder. He gets back to both feet and starts slowly pushing Bundy down on his knee this time. Bundy finally lets go of one hand, stands up and quickly knees Balfore so low that the referee can’t decide if that was a low blow or not but lets the match continue.
The crowd boos. Bundy turns and bounces off the ropes and attempts to shoulderblock Odin to the mat. Odin stands firm and Bundy just barely budges him. Bundy bounces off the ropes next to him and goes for another shoulderblock. This one looks to knock Balfore back some so Bundy tries for a third time, but this time Balfore is ready and nails Bundy with a big boot.
Bundy goes staggering back but lands against the ropes. Balfore was prepared and is already on Bundy and nails him with a big clothesline, sending Bundy out of the ring! The crowd pops. Bundy slowly gets up and is pissed off. He walks over to the ringside area and shoves the timekeeper to the ground and grabs his chair. The referee is yelling at him from in the ring to not bring it in. Bundy ignores the referee and climbs into the ring with the chair.
He walks over and goes to swing the chair at Odin, but the referee manages to grab it and stops Bundy. Bundy yanks the chair out of the referee’s hand and Odin takes the moment of distraction to nail him with another big boot. Bundy drops the chair as he staggers back into the nearby corner. The referee quickly kicks the chair out of the ring as Balfore walks over to the corner and starts hitting Bundy with clubbing blows. Odin irish whips Bundy out of the corner, but Bundy reverses and sends Odin into the opposite corner. Bundy runs at him and goes for an avalanche, but Odin wisely moves out of the corner, sending Bundy crashing chest first into the turnbuckle where he bounces off backwards and into a neckbreaker from Balfore. Balfore is back up, bounces off the ropes and drops a huge knee on Bundy. The crowd starts cheering some more as Balfore applies a half crab on the big man.
Shannan Lerch: Well there goes your comment about this not getting technical.
Zach Davis: I’d hardly call a half Boston crab technical, come on!
Bundy yells out in pain as his leg is wrenched by Odin. Odin finally lets the hold go and allows Bundy to get to his feet. The two men lock up in the center of the ring and Odin pushes Bundy against the ropes and irish whips him. Bundy bounces off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt from Odin. On the way back Bundy nails a huge forearm to Odin, staggering him back. Bundy whips Odin across the ring and catches him with a big spinebuster in the center of the ring, shaking it to its very core.
Bundy walks over, bends down over Odin, and starts choking the life out of him. The referee tells him to quit and when he won’t, he starts the 5 count. Buzzsaw lets go at 4, but then starts choking him again and once more the referee starts counting. They both repeat the process a third time and Bundy stands up and starts kicking Odin who is coughing from all the choking Bundy just did to him.
Bundy gets up and pulls Odin up with him and applies an abdominal stretch to the big man. Odin yells out some and Odin hammers his side, making the move worse. Bundy finally stops the move and whips Odin across the ring. As Odin comes back Bundy catches him in a huge bear hug.
Shannan Lerch: Is this the Grizzly Attack?
Zach Davis: No, I think this is just a normal bear hug from the looks of it.
Odin yells out in pain as Bundy starts to wear him down. The referee comes over and checks on Odin who eventually appears to be out of it. He raises Odin’s hand one time and it falls limply back to his side. The crowd starts rallying behind Odin as his hand is raised a second time and falls. The referee lifts it a third time and lets go. About halfway down, Odin’s arm stops on its own and he’s back into it as he slowly gains power from the cheering crowd. He nails Bundy with a couple of rights, but it barely fazes the big man. Odin clasps both hands together and clubs Bundy over and over with them until he finally loosens the hold and Odin breaks free.
Balfore bounces off the nearby ropes and goes for a big boot, but Bundy manages to avoid it and as Balfore turns around, Bundy slaps a big meaty paw around the throat of Balfore and signals for a chokeslam. Odin yells out and slaps his own giant hand around Bundy’s throat as both men lock a hand around each other’s throat, both wanting to go for a chokeslam. Balfore yells out as he uses his free hand to chop away Bundy’s hand around his throat and breaks his hold. Balfore takes his hand and puts it behind Bundy as he roars out and hits a ring-shaking chokeslam!
Zach Davis: The Maverick is back in this!
Odin picks Bundy off of the mat and just barely gets him up in a suplex. The crowd is wowed by the power of these two big men. Balfore applies a sleeperhold to Buzzsaw and cinches the move in real good. He starts wearing Bundy down and the referee lifts his arm and it goes limp once and then a second time. The crowd isn’t there to rally behind Buzzsaw but this doesn’t stop him from rallying behind himself as he somehow manages to power out of the move by breaking Balfore’s grip. Odin still has the sleeper on him somewhat as Bundy gets to one knee. Balfore starts receiving elbows to his midsection. Bundy finally makes it to his feet and shoves Balfore off into the nearby ropes. Bundy clotheslines Balfore to the mat and Odin starts getting right back up. This time he gets up close enough to the turnbuckle that Bundy is able to get a full head of steam and avalanche Balfore right in the corner. Balfore staggers out of the middle and Bundy kicks him in the gut and powers him up into a powerbomb. He goes for the pin!
Shannan Lerch: This could be it! That was his finisher…Timber!
Referee: 1…2…kick out by Odin Balfore!
Bundy is not happy and he stomps away at Odin Balfore while he still lays on the mat. Bundy eventually lets him get to his feet and he nails Balfore in the midsection with another kick. Bundy signals for Timber once more. He grabs Odin and puts his head between his legs.
Bundy goes to lift him up but Balfore locks his leg behind Bundy’s. Bundy hits him in the back with a forearm. Balfore locks his leg behind Bundy on the second attempt. Bundy goes to hit Balfore with another forearm, but Balfore lifts Bundy up instead with a big back body drop that shakes the ring. Bundy gets back up, but is met with a quick kick to the midsection by Balfore who hits Mark of Odin!!!
Zach Davis: Looks like Bundy is showing him how the move is done!
Shannan Lerch: Balfore gets the win!
"With Oden On Our Side” by Amon Amarth starts playing on the speakers as Odin slowly gets up and has his hand raised by the referee. Odin raises another arm up in recognition of the crowd. He walks over to the nearby ropes and steps over them and hops down to ringside. He slaps hands with a few fans as he makes his way up the ramp. Buzzsaw Bundy is propped up on his elbow looking at Odin, pissed at having lost.
We cut backstage again to Jeff Purse, who is still fuming mad with Eric Price and is doing all he can to keep his anger in check. Though the look on his face says that he'd like nothing better than to beat the living crap out of the owner of EPPW. He is joined by his girlfriend, the WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight. She appears to be trying to quell the situation.
Sarah Twilight: Jeff you have to calm down. This is what Eric wants. He doesn't want you thinking clearly.
Jeff Purse: Sarah no. I mean-- I know you have issues with him. You have no idea how much I appreciate all you've done for me. But he tried to kill me with that car. You just don't know what that's like. Now I have the proof. No way I let him walk out of here.
Sarah nods her head as she rests a comforting hand on his cheek.
Sarah Twilight: Jeff. don't worry. Things will never be the same after tonight. We both know that. Eric Price will get all he has coming to him. I promise you that.
Jeff calms down slightly at the warm touch from the stunning redhead. Though he is clearly seeing more red than just her hair.
Jeff Purse: I'm serious, Sarah. I am going to end that match quickly. You'll retain and then I am handling my business with Eric. That's it.
Sarah shakes her head a bit.
Sarah Twilight: Don't play his games. You know I will beat him on my own. And he's all yours. Don't play his games. He has something up his sleeve.
Jeff looks at her like he's kind of annoyed at what she just said, but yet he knows she's right so he nods...reluctantly.
Jeff Purse: Alright, I'll think about it. That's all I can say.
Sarah Twilight: That's good enough of a start.
The cameras return us to ringside just as it appears as though the two are going to share a kiss.
The lights go out in the arena and then Blue lights turn on and smoke fills the entrance stage and ramp. Then “Bodies” plays and a Tek comes out to the stage. He walks to the ring as the smoke fills the way to the ring. Tek gets in the ring and stands on a turnbuckle and runs his hands though his hair and then gets off the turnbuckle.
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind. He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. ore booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.
Beginner by VSK hits and Kira runs into the ring!
All three competitors stand in the centre of the ring squaring off against one another. Waylon Cash steps up into Tek’s face, talking down at him in an overtly aggressive way as the official steps between and separates them before quickly stepping back to ring the bell.
Zach Davis: A little of that Genesis hatred seems to be spilling over in Tek’s direction tonight.
Shannan Lerch: It should make for some interesting competition.
As the bell rings Cash steps straight in with a quick, heavy forearm to Tek’s face, sending him back a few steps, Kira is quick to make a move on the situation, hitting Tek with a flat kick to the abdomen on his rebound. Tek grabs Kira’s foot though and twists it, slamming the agile Kira to the canvas with a resounding thud. Cash takes this moment to nail Tek with a spear, straight through the upper and middle ropes. Both opponents land on the outside, but Tek’s head hits the barrier, taking at least the wind out of him for now.
Zach Davis: We’re off to a quick start already...
Shannan Lerch: No short of violence tonight!
Waylon slides straight back into the ring and is met with the heel of Kira’s boot connecting with his head. Waylon quickly rolls and is back on his feet though as Kira and Waylon start to trade blow for blow, Tek regains himself and slides back into the ring. As Kira is backed into his direction via a few quick elbows from Waylon, Tek tries to capitalize by sweeping Kira off his feet and rolling him up into a school boy pin. The official drops to the mat
Before he can so much as get in a one count, Waylon smashes his boot into the side of Tek, breaking up the pin and inflicting some real pain at the same time.
Shannan Lerch: Tek going for the quick pin there
Zach Davis: And paying the price for his Gaul.
Tek, Waylon and Kira all circle each other, eying each other up. Kira makes the first move, diving in with a few punches to Tek’s head and shoulders, as Tek hits back with a few strikes of his own, Waylon just laughs a little, watching the two tire themselves out for a moment or two. He quickly grows tired of the show though and grabs Tek by the scrap of his neck, taking the large guy by surprise he manages to toss him back and slam him into the mat. Both Kira and Waylon begin to take their boots to Tek, nailing shot after shot to the midsection, neck and head. Tek manages to roll under the ropes and out of the ring, hitting the mats hard. Kira is quick to move and tursn his attentions to Waylon, he grabs Waylon by both arms and swings them around and up Waylon’s back, applying pressure before slamming him down into the mat. An audible sound of pain leaves Waylon’s lips as his arms are contorted during the slam. Kira pivots quickly and plants a big boot sole down on Waylon’s face before dropping down for the cover.
Tek slides back into the ring and breaks up the pin with an elbow drop, Kira falls to the side and is hit with another successive elbow drop. Tek, a new lease of life into him then stomps several times down directly onto Kira’s chest, before dragging the man up by his head, he leads him across the ring just a little before nailing him with a bulldog. As Tek pulls up to make the cover, he is bought crashing back down to the mat with a neck breaker from Cash. Who slams Tek’s body directly over Kira’s, before pulling him back by his leg just enough to make the pin.
Tek kicks out just a Kira approaches to break the pin, as he moves to nail a knee drop on Waylon, he moves in a split second and the knee hits Tek square on the nose. There is a sickening crack sound as Tek’s nose breaks from the force. Waylon takes this moment of shock to nail Kira with a heel kick to the face, narrowly missing Kira’s own nose and adding another break to the mix.
Shannan Lerch: Well, the first blood spilt is Tek’s... But I don’t see it being the last.
Zach Davis: Agreed, this match got violent fast and it hasn’t stopped since!
With Tek on his knees, blood dripping from his face and Kira lying flat on his back from the force of the kick, Waylon surveys the situation for a moment, however his cockiness costs him as Tek suddenly jumps up and hits Waylon with a rolling DDT. Tek rolls over Waylon for the pin
NO! Waylon kicks out. Tek lifts Waylon up...
Shannan Lerch: He's going to finish him off!
But Cash slaps him and breaks free, kicks him in the gut...
Zach Davis: THE KILLSHOT! WAYLON HITS IT!
Waylon falls on top of Tek, hooking the leg.
Shannan Lerch: Waylon Cash wins it!
Cash rolls off, breathing heavily as his music begins to play.
Zach Davis: Great effort by all three of these men, but unfortunately for all of us, Waylon Cash comes out on top tonight.
Waylon Cash stands in the center of the ring, shaking off the after effects of his match. Scott Savage stands at the base of the ramp, awaiting his client so they can retire to the back when suddenly the crowd pops, the entire arena explodes with excitement. A confused expression crosses Waylon Cash's face and he slowly pivots on the spot.
As he does so, he turns to be face to face with Ana Valentine, who has a small, secret little smile on her lips. Waylon dives forward as though to make an attack, as he does, Ana pulls her arm from behind her back and Maces him! She uses an excessive amount of the spray and hits him square in the eyes, her small smile spreading into a huge, satisfied grin.
Shannan Lerch: Oh my god! Where the hell did she come from?!
Zach Davis: Through the crowd! Waylon, too busy being his usual cocky self, just didn't notice!
Shannan Lerch: She isn't even supposed to be at the arena tonight!
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine said she was gunning for payback, maybe this is it...?
Waylon hits the apron, rubbing frantically at his eyes as the Mace burns and tears stream from his eyes involuntarily. Ana grabs an object from the floor behind her and lunges forward, but Cash is already rolling out under the ropes. Savage darts forward and pulls Waylon up, directing him back towards the ramp as his vision clears and the pain subsides.
Zach Davis: Is that.... Is that a FRYING PAN?!
Shannan Lerch: Well, we all called it, Ana Valentine has lost her freakin' mind!
Zach Davis: Well, I wouldn't go that for... but it sure makes for an unusual weapon choice.
Ana Valentine leans over the top rope, screaming obscenities at Waylon, trying to bait him back into the ring. Savage has both hands pressed against his clients chest, trying to talk calmly to him as he forces him towards the back, not allowing him to go back to the ring and take Valentine on, which is clearly what he wants to do.
As Savage and Cash reach the top of the ramp and are about to disappear backstage, Ana Valentine bursts out into laughter as Do You Wanna Touch? - Joan Jett hits the speakers
Our cameras shift to the WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight as she prepares for her match with Eric Price later this evening. She wraps her wrists in athletic tape, putting the final touches on gearing up for action. The stunning redhead is wearing a black mid cut woman's tank that matches the snug, form fitting black pants that accent her toned legs. Black wrestling boots are laced and secure and she places the finishing touches on the wrist tape. Sarah reaches down on the bench next to her and takes hold of the WCF World Championship as well as one of her signature "You Don't Matter" tees that she would wear out to the ring and give to some lucky young fan. The Mistress of Mischief exhales heavily with a sigh as she collects her belongings. Suddenly, there is a light tapping on the door frame behind her. Sarah turns to see Frank Patrick Venable, the heart and soul of the Genesis stable standing there, looking concerned.
FPV: Hey, Sarah. Got a minute?
Sarah nods her head, placing the World Championship and her signature tee back down on the bench.
Sarah Twilight: Sure Frank. Is everything alright?
Frank enters the room as his request to speak to her a moment was granted. He leans against the wall opposite her and runs his fingers through his hair, still looking rather concerned and it was clear there was a lot on his mind.
FPV: Man, I just have this feeling, ya know? That something ain't right. There's just something uneasy about tonight.
Sarah lowers her head a bit and nods, continuing to sigh regarding the entire situation.
FPV: I think Steve is going to snap. Like shit's been boiling over and it's just been a matter of time. I don't know what to do about the dude. I mean, we tight.
Sarah Twilight: What can we do? I mean he hasn't done anything. He's just had a lot to say...mainly about me. I wish he'd calm down, but there's not much I can do.
Frank nods as he thinks about it.
FPV: Sarah, I just wanted to say that I appreciate what you've done for Genesis. I know shit's not right at the moment, but we'll get through it. You go make us proud and beat the hell out of Eric again. I'll keep watch on Steve. I hate to say that but...I just got a feeling.
Sarah smiles slightly and places a hand on Frank's shoulder assuredly.
Sarah Twilight: I appreciate that Frank. Whatever happens, just know that I'll be fine. There's nothing to worry about.
Frank nods his head. But you can tell that he still feels uneasy about this entire night. Something is nagging him and he feels he HAS to go find Steve Orbit.
FPV: Alright, cool. Well, we'll see you after you kick Eric's ass.
Sarah Twilight: You will.
She smiles and Franky exits the room to go and locate Orbit. We cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: The tension continues to build among the members of Genesis. It has seemed that Orbit is on edge tonight and everyone, especially Frank Venable is concerned.
Shannan Lerch: I think Orbit might finally wise up tonight and walk away.
Zach Davis: Our next contest should be one hell of a matchup as newcomer Lilith squares off against a returning Polar Phantasm! Lilith burst onto the scene just last week at Asesinato De Mayo and made her presence known by defeating Jonathan Jakobs in HIS return match. Can she do the same here tonight?
Shannan Lerch: Word backstage has been that Lilith was not happy with the level of competition she was given last week in her ddebut and plans to make a name for herself. Eric Price is giving her that opportunity right now in the form of Polar Phantasm. Will the bold demands spell trouble for the rookie? Or will this dark, mysterious woman extinguish another bright flame of return here tonight?
Zach Davis: We take you down to the ring and Kyle Steel will get us kicked off!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
Smoke begins to fill the top of the entrance ramp as "Lair Of The Vampire" blasts though the PA system.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring...by way of The Netherworld....weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds....she is LILITH!!!
The crowd boo and hiss as Lilith slowly makes her way out to the ramp, stopping and taunting in the middle of the smoke. She slowly makes her way down to the ring as the crowd continue to boo and hiss her but Lilith is completely oblivious to the crowd and just stares blankly out into the open with her cold white eyes. She slowly climbs up the turnbuckle and taunts as a wave of boos hit her, but still oblivious she slowly gets down off the turnbuckle and flex's a little bit staring at the top of the entrance ramp waiting for her opponent.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent...
"Two Months Off" by Underworld begins playing over the loudspeakers as two white spotlights train on the entrance. The crowd begins to cheer LOUDLY.
Kyle Steel: From New Antarctica, Nevada...weighing in at two hundred thirty nine pounds...making his return right here tonight he is THE POLAR PHANTASM!!!!
The curtain parts... and out comes the Polar Phantasm. He slaps a few audience members' hands on his way through the arena, then slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Polar takes a quick look around the crowd... and then stares down his opponent.
Zach Davis: Look at those two! Deadlocked right now in a staredown!
Shannan Lerch: This one is TENSE!
The bell rings and Polar moves aroud the ring, keeping his guard up as he watches Lilith. The newcomer just stands there as her eyes follow him. Polar takes his time to get a feel for how the pace of this match was going to go and to scout for any openings of opportunity. He shakes his head a bit and chuckles watching Lilith stand there, staring at him with the death gaze and this sparks the first exchanges of the match as Lilith lunges at him for a hard clothesline. Polar ducks under and steps behind the dark demoness, locking in a waistlock. He follows through with a release German suplex that sends her crashing to the canvas. The crowd goes wild.
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm doesn't appear to have lost a step! His return contest and he is proving that even with the time away, he is quite ring savvy.
Shannan Lerch: One thing is for certain, he should not underestimate Lilith. If her debut at Asesinato De Mayo was any indication of what we can expect...I feel the WC--I mean EPPW locker room is in for some trouble.
Lilith sits up after being tossed halfway across the ring in a heap. Phantasm wastes no time and remains on her with a running front dropkick to the face in her seated position. He quickly dives on for the coveer. Referee in position.
Lilith forces her shoulders up off of the canvas. Polar rolls out of the pinfall atteempt and back to his feet in a defensive stance. Lilith sits up again and slowly rises back tto heer feet. She turns and stares at Polar again with cold eyes. She moves in at him and swings a hard right hook at him, which he dips. He responds with a headbutt that staggers Lilith backwards. Phantasm follows up with a clothesline of his own. However, Lilith unexpectedly rushes in as he comes at her and instead, she uses all her force to lift him from the canvas, turn and PLANTS him with a HARD spinebuster. Polar is dazed. Lilith rises back to her feet and flips her hair out of her eyes, staring down at Polar, stalking him.
Zach Davis: Wow! Lilith responds out of nowhere with that spinebuster and Polar might be in trouble!
Shannan Lerch: Like I said, don't underestimate her. This woman seems like she's dangerous and I wouldn't want to be The Polar Phantasm right now.
Zach Davis: Polar is a General inside of that ring. He knows what he is doing, and I am quite sure he knows better than to underestimate a female competitor.
Shannan Lerch: Lilith seeems demented, like she's just enjoying the violence.
Lilith sends a barrage of vicious stomps down onto Phantasm, stomping his throat, face and chest with malicious intent. Polar covverss up as the demoness continues her assault. Finally, seeing an opening, he grabs hold of her foot mid stomp and pushes upwards, using his strength and he knocks the woman off balance with the attempt. Lilith stumbles back, but lands against the ropes and is able to stay on her feet. Polar makes his way back to his feet only to receive a harsh kick to the gut that doubles him over.
Zach Davis: This is actually a wise strategy to keep the pressure on Phantasm. He hasn't been in the ring in quite some time and if she can capitalize on his reaction times being slightly off, she might be able to keep the tide in her favor.
Shannan Lerch: Lilith is taking advantage of every opportunity she is presented right now. Like I said, the woman is dangerous. But I know Phantasm, and he is far from finished this early.
Lilith locks Polar up, with his head between her thighs and she lifts him for a piledriver. However, he shifts his weight to make it nearly impossible for her to lift him as he manages to block the attempt. Using his size advantage, he is able to send her up and over with a back body drop with relative ease. The crowd starts cheering.
Zach Davis: Lilith trying to a high impact maneuver and Polar's size advantage enabled him to counter that one. Now the tide of the match have shifted in his favor.
Shannan Lerch: She tried to go for a big move too early. Polar still has fight in him, and that may have cost her.
Lilith again sits up off of the canvas, and Polar is still dancing around the ring...figuratively as he keeps moving to avoid leaving himself open. Lilith rises back to her feet and now, having a sense of things feigns another rushed clothesline which draws Polar out as he sidesteps. However, as he does this, Lilith BLASTS him with a spear that takes him down. The demoness now slowly ascends the turnbuckle, taking her time and she stands upright perched on the top rope.
Zach Davis: Uh oh, what is she thinking here?
Shannan Lerch: She's looking to end this one, I'd assume.
Polar makes his way back to his feet and Lilith dives off for a top rope clothesline. However, Polar moves TOWARD her quickly and catches her mid air, PLANTING her into the canvas with a powerbomb! Phantasm stays with it for the pinfall. Referee in position.
Lilith pushes her shoulder up off of the canvas.
Zach Davis: WOW! How did she manage to kick out of that one?!
Shannan Lerch: That...is amazing! Polar doesn't even seem to believe it.
In fact, Phantasm has a somewhat shocked lock on his face that the powerbomb hadn't put her away. He smailes a bit and shakes his head, contemplating what to do next. He opts to end this now and leans down to bring the woman back to her feet. However, she unexpectedly grabs hold of him and pulls him into a rolling armlock. Lilith, who is still rattled by the force of the powerbomb uses everything she has to try and rip Polar's arm from his socket. Pressing her boot harshly against the side of his face. Polar struggles to free his arm, and even with his strangth advantage, the way she had him, he was unable to move his arm to any useful degree. The referee asks for the submission, but Polar refuses.
Zach Davis: I...this is insane! How is she even doing that? He just damn near killed her with that powerbomb!
Shannan Lerch: I...I told you, that bitch is crazy!
Lilith continues to wrench the hold and she SERIOUSLY seems like she's trying to rip his arm off. But Polar won't give in and he continues to fight it. Lilith finally releases the hold after recovering her own stamina after the powerbomb. She rises back to her feet, once again stalking Polar.
Zach Davis: I...I don't like this!
Shannan Lerch: I kept telling you, Polar was in trouble. You didn't listen.
Polar gets back to his feet, holding his left shoulder a bit to work out the kinks. Lilith moves in for the coup de grace and grabs a hold of the back of his head by the hair to plant a kiss on his face.
Shannan Lerch: Kiss of Death!
Zach Davis: It might be over right here!
However, Polar instead spins out of it and by the time Lilith turns around to see him again she is met with a quick kick to the gut. Polar hauls her up, fisherman's suplex style and PLANTS her with a brainbuster from it.
Zach Davis: ICE CAP! HE NAILED IT!
Shannan Lerch: That was out of nowhere! Lilith looks to be out!
Polar drops down and covers the demoness. Referee into position.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner....THE POLAR PHANTASM!!!!
Zach Davis: What an effort by Lilith...who is definitely a force to be reckoned with. But on this night, the force of the returning Polar Phantasm was stronger.
Shannan Lerch: You Star Wars geek!
Zach Davis: What? What are you even talking about?
Shannan Lerch: Never mind. Anyhow, that was quite the contest. Polar Phantasm comes away with the return victory. But trust me, watch out for Lilith. This girl is definitely going to go places.
Eric Price is shown backstage with a huge grin on his face walking out of his office.
Eric Price: Jay Price gone! Brad Kane gone! Corey Black gone! Cairo is on my side, Seth Lerch is back in power, this is truly a great night, EPPW is doing great! I have my CFO, CAO, CMO, I’m the CIO but now, I just need to find the CEO. I have my candidate but this person needs to be a person of great integrity, of great honesty, of great moral character with the highest level of ethics.
The masked man shows up as Eric is walking backstage and he notices him. As the masked man reveals himself within the shadows he walks towards Eric, standing in silence upon the sight of the masked man. After a few moments Eric begins to understand that the masked man isn’t in his presence for an attack.
Eric Price: Well well masked man. I’ve seen your work and I am impressed. What is your purpose in these attacks?
The masked man stands in front of Eric, with not a sound coming from him. Almost ignoring the idea that the new owner of WCF is standing right in front of him.
Masked Man: …
After listening to the silence from the masked man Eric continues on with his questions.
Eric Price: But why do you do what you do? Are you alone or are you working for someone?
Small movement within the mask can be seen near his mouth. The movement almost indicates the action of a smile or smirk. Although upon seeing the movement, Eric begins to expect an answer from the masked man, but is disappointed when silence once again leaves the mouth of the masked vigilante.
Masked Man: …
Once again Eric waits a few moments until continuing is questioning.
Eric Price: Don’t get me wrong, you’ve attacked people I despise but there has to be someone behind you.
The masked man finally begins to show some movement, as the sound of a deep breath can be heard within the mask. Eric once again is filled with anticipation.
Masked Man: Behind me? The only person that should be concerned with wholes behind this mask is myself, and what kind of monster will be unleashed when my playground is headed for destruction. Eric, you are a man that attempts to stand for integrity and fairness, but if you ask me, then you are worried about the wrong events. See Eric, you and the rest of the roster should be worried about the reason why the man behind the mask is hidden. There is only one man behind this mask, and there is only one man that is behind the justice that has been served within the past four months.
Injustice has approached our reality, and now it is time for a man of morals and goals to make it correct. I understand that many of the roster, as well as yourself have questions. What am I doing here? Why am I here? Well Mr. Price, if you, as well as the rest of the roster of the WCF has been paying attention for the past four months, then they would know exactly what is going on. The man behind the mask isn’t what society should be feared of, it should be the goals of the man behind the mask. I have sat back and watched as injustice acts has occurred for the past year and a half, and I will not allow it to continue on for much longer. These attacks have only been small hints and battles, the real war between me and the WCF will begin sooner than anyone is expecting.
A small smirk crawls upon his face.
Eric Price: How would you like to work in my administration? Your brand of justice could be quite useful in my company.
The masked man stands silently before reacting Eric’s proposition.
Masked Man: Mr. Price, we will meet very soon again, but it is going to be your decision if it will be fortunate or unfortunate meeting.
The masked man, after he speaks leaves Eric Price in the back of the locker room.
Zach Davis: And now we have an interesting match that has been brewing for a while and really reached its zenith last week in tension when Jonny Fly announced his sale of WCF to … ugh … but this goes further than that. For about a month or so, despite obvious evidence, Jonny Fly has contested Jeff Purse’s allegation that Eric Price ran him over going so far as to support Eric Price in his crusade against Purse and Sarah Twilight in proving they had a secret relationship.
Shannan Lerch: Which they did Zach and you know it? There’s clear proof now!
Zach Davis: That was their business but regardless, this match is to see who will be the leader of Pantheon, the group that has been dominant in WCF and up until last week was going strong yet now seems to be splintering at the seams. We go to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and the winner will be the new leader of Pantheon!
"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 had in the air as the audience cheers.
"You can sound the alarm
At this he sets off down the ramp. 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 and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him.
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
Zach Davis: And here comes Jeff Purse!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, standing at 6’ 2”, weighing in at 215 lbs, from Venice Beach, California, he is Jeff Purse!
Shannan Lerch: And notice Zach, there is no usual smile tonight and no Kari with him! Guess his cheating ways have caught up with him.
Zach Davis: Well really that’s none of our business, that’s something that was brought to light because Eric Price is a sick, psychotic …
Shannan Lerch: You really want him to fire you don’t you?
Zach Davis: Nevertheless, Jeff Purse now in the ring and he’s ready to go, he’s had a bone to pick with Fly ever since he started siding with Eric Price and tonight, it’s finally decided.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: And here comes the former owner of WCF, Jonny Fly!
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, standing at 6’ 5” tall, weighing in at 225 lbs, from New York City, he is the former owner of WCF, Jonny Fly!
Crowd boos loudly
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on Jeff Purse throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moments to exchange a long stare with his Jeff Purse before finally sliding into the ring.
Shannan Lerch: And Fly knows what he’s doing here for sure, he’s ready to show Jeff Purse who the real leader of Pantheon is.
Zach Davis: Well, this match up about to get underway and here we go! Both men get ready, center of the ring and they look like they’re ready to go at it, the anger clear in their eyes.
“The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system of the LA Memorial Coliseum as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!”
Zach Davis: Oh what is this now? Why is he coming out here?
Shannan Lerch: Our dear leader, our new boss, a great man, Mr. Eric Price!
Eric Price steps out onto the stage still dressed in a suit with a huge smile on his face as he stands on top of the entrance stage and his music fades out as the crowd is booing loudly at his presence. As he stands there, about 15 security guards stands behind him.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: I’ve told you people about that and I’m not going to repeat myself!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Now then, I understand we have a great wrestling match coming up right here but I thought I’d take this opportunity to make a couple of announcements. First off, I understand some of you back there are coming up to me with “I have an iron-clad contract, I can’t be fired” or “You have to pay me” … oh I don’t know, “$30 million dollars if you fire me” or “WCF promised me this and that”. Let me clear this up right now, this is no longer WCF, this is now EPPW. Granted, I retained most of you as I want you to continue working under my leadership but I reserve the right to modify your contracts and by US Law, which this is a US based company, I have 60 days in which to review all contracts and modify them or terminate them as I see fit without penalty. If someone else comes up to me with “I have an iron-clad contract, I can’t be fired” or some other nonsense, I will immediately suspend them for 30 days without pay.
Zach Davis: Wow, Eric Price laying the law down.
Eric Price: Now then, why am I out here? It’s about this match between Jonny Fly, the former owner of WCF, and Jeff Purse, the former World Champion whose biggest accomplish was retaining the title against Adam Young … color me impressed. Anyway, this match cannot start, no it cannot … it will not take place here tonight because quite frankly, this is a pay per view caliber match!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: I would love to tell you that it will take place at Blast but that just will not be possible because Jonny … you will not be attending Blast! Let me elaborate.
Jonny Fly looks on from the ring confused at what Price is saying
Eric Price: Effective as of this moment, Jonny Fly, in the interest of fairness and because I understand what our fans want, you are indefinitely suspended from competition here in EPPW!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Shannan Lerch: WHAT?!
Jonny Fly and Jeff Purse both look on in shock from the ring. The security guards quickly go toward the ring.
Eric Price: Now security, go get that piece of trash and get him out of my arena!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Zach Davis: And this raucous LA crowd not happy at all as the security guards make their way down to the ring, Jonny Fly trying to fight them off but the numbers are too great as they restrain him and start dragging him by force from the ring as Jeff Purse looks on in shock.
Eric Price: Now Jonny, I don’t want you to think I don’t care. The reason I did this was because I care about my fellow WCF Employees and Jonny Fly has caused far too much emotional distress to you so for you, I have suspended him.
Eric gives Jeff an evil smile as the crowd boos him for it. Fly is being dragged out past Eric kicking and screaming at him yelling all sorts of obscenities at him.
Eric Price: Now then, that piece of trash is gone from my ring and my company, what do we do with you? Well, you were going to have a match to determine who leads Pantheon but let’s face facts, who gives a damn? Who cares? Let’s see, Skyler Striker is nowhere to be found, Jay Price quit, Corey Black has disappeared and vowed to stay away as long as I run the show so he’s effectively quit, The Polar Phantasm renounced his ties to Pantheon, Bobby Cairo is now on my side, and Jonny Fly is now suspended. Therefore, that only leaves you, a one man group. With that said, I would like to announce that effective immediately, Pantheon is dead! And just for the record, I did for you Purse and for the fans who will love me and support me for doing it!
Crowd boos loudly.
Eric Price: So now Jeff, you have no match tonight, I hope you do the right later on this evening when you referee my match because if you don’t, you too will be fired!
Eric gives an evil laugh to Jeff as he walks away. But he realizes he forgot something.
Eric Price: Oh just one more thing, I want you all know right now that I did this for you and you are welcome!
Eric smiles as he walks away toward the back and Jeff is shown furious and confused over what just transpired.
Zach Davis: What? What just happened here?
Shannan Lerch: Well, as best I can tell, Eric Price suspended Jonny Fly indefinitely and Pantheon who just had their one year celebration last week is now effectively done as a group.
Zach Davis: Eric Price has rid the company of most of his enemies and he claims this is fair leadership, he’s nothing but a tyrannical dictator! I hope Sarah Twilight beats the hell out of him later tonight!
We are just moments away from the main event as our cameras again cut to the backstage area where WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight is walking the corridor en route to the Gorilla position where she would be introduced to this, her hometown Los Angeles crowd. As the stunning redhead now has her signature "You Don't Matter" tee over her wrestling attire and the WCF World Championship is draped over her shoulder. In her eyes a focused and determined intensity ass she mentally prepares to destroy her most hated rival once again. Though she is stopped midway to the curtain as Steve Orbit approaches her.
Steve Orbit: Yo, Sarah?
Sarah turns to see her stablemate and the man who has blasted her for months now standing there looking back at her. She sighs, not wanting to get into with him right now, just before her match.
Sarah Twilight: Steve, look...if you want to call me names and whatnot, do it after okay?
Steve shakes his head, chuckling a little.
Steve Orbit: You don't quit do you? You just keep yappin' like that shit gonna mean somethin' to me.
Sarah rolls her eyes at him.
Sarah Twilight: You know Steve, if you don't like me...that's fine. You want to bitch at me and accuse me of things, fine. But right now, I have a match with Eric Price, and I really don't have time for your bullshit. Eric Price has been nothing but a problem ever since I got back here and I intend to finish it with him. So you can say whatever it is you want to. I don't care. I have business in that ring, and THAT is what I am focused on right now.
Orbit nods his head casually as he places his hands on his hips. He shakes his head once more and laughs.
Steve Orbit: So you want me to buy that shit? Naw, Sarah. It ain't gonna be like that. I see things, I know shit. I--
Sarah cuts him off very abruptly.
Sarah Twilight: Then you go see and know whatever the fuck it is you want. I don't give a shit what you believe and what you don't. You want to talk aboutt it? Fine! We can't talk about it right after I finish knocking Eric Price's teeth down his fucking throat!
Orbit grins, and Sarah steps forward to head out for the match. Steve stops her again, this time with less anger and doubt on his face.
Steve Orbit: That's what I'm talkin' bout. Damn, maybe I was trippin'.
Sarah looks at him oddly.
Sarah Twilight: Huh?
Steve Orbit: You go fuck 'em up. We'll be right here.
And for the first time in nearly two months, Orbit offers Sarah his hand. She nods, and she accepts it, shaking his hand, somewhat hesitantly. As the two finally 'bury the hatchet' FPV, Logan, and Ana turn the corridor just in time to see this. Frank's on edge demeanor almost completely disappears and he is definitely happy to see this.
FPV: Everything's good?
Orbit glances over to see the rest of Genesis and he nods.
Steve Orbit: We good.
This puts smiles on the faces of all of the members of Genesis. The crisis has been averted. We cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: What a night! Now, ALL of Genesis back on the same page. Just at the zero hour it seems. Phew, talk about better late than never!
Shannan Lerch: What an idiot, Orbit needs to leave those fools behind. He can go places under the masterful guidance of our leader, Eric Price!
Zach Davis: Oh please! Gimmie a break!
Zach Davis: Well folks, the night isn't over...unfortunately. Our main event this evening is nothing more than our new Chairman's self gratification and blatant abuse of power as he has granted himself a shot at the WCF World Heavyweight Championship.
Shannan Lerch: You mean the EPPW World Championship.
Zach Davis: No Shannan, so long as that belt is around the waist of Sarah Twilight, it is the WCF World Championship.
Shannan Lerch: Well then, after tonight it will become the EPPW Championship as I stated.
Zach Davis: We already know that Eric has something up his sleeve here tonight. But choosing Jeff Purse as the referee? That just seems out of left field. Regardless, I know Eric Price is up to something and that most likely spells trouble for Sarah Twilight.
Shannan Lerch: Eric is going to defeat her fair and square. The last time Eric Price, Jeff Purse and Sarah Twilight were all in the same ring together was at One, Twilight was the referee on that occasion. And what a glorious moment that was where we crowned the greatest champion in the history of WC--I mean EPPW.
Zach Davis: Alright, let's just get this over with...we take you down to the ring and to Kyle Steel as we kick off this sham of a match.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship!
The Los Angeles crowd CHEERS wildly as they are excited for the main event.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first....the guest referee for this contest....
"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 had in the air as the audience cheers.
"You can sound the alarm
At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Kyle Steel: "The Future" JEFF PURSE!!!
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
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
He starts off down the ramp as this time Kari does not join him. Slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope. Jeff stands in the center of the ring in a referee's shirt, "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.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse getting this Los Angeles crowd excited. And I tell you now, he has it in for Eric Price. Earlier tonight he did indeed prove to the world that Eric Price rented the car that ran him down. He made it very clear that he does not plan to be unbiased in this contest. Eric Price had to know that coming in, so we'll see what he has up his sleeve.
Shannan Lerch: Jeff Purse would be a fool not to do the right thing and allow us to crown Eric Price a two time World Champion. He needs to forget that Sarah is his girlfriend and be a professional.
Zach Davis: Do the right thing? Be professional? Are you kidding me?! The right thing is to just sit back and let Sarah Twilight beat the holy hell out of Eric! That is what the right thing is!
Kyle Steel: Introducing now...the challenger...
"You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell hits the arena and the crowd starts to BOO like CRAZY. Gold lights start flashing over the stage as the music starts.
Kyle Steel: From Pacific Palisades, California...weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds....he is the Chairman of Eric Price Pro Wrestling.....MR. ERIC PRICE!!!!
as soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight shineS down 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, who are BOOING and yelling obscenities at him. 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.
Zach Davis: Yeah, real nice Eric! Give yourself a World Title match....what a joke!
Shannan Lerch: Show some respect to our new boss!
In the ring, Jeff Purse is glaring at Eric and having to use every fiber of restraint within him not to pummel him right there on the spot.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....
This Los Angeles crowd is already stirring with excitement and the cheers are already beginning. 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 cheer MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Kyle Steel: From RIGHT HERE in Los Angeles, California...weighing in at one hundred and forty two pounds...she is the reigning and defending WCF World Heavyweight Champion..."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 with the WCF World Championship draped over her shoulder. She is greeted with DEAFENING cheers and soaks them all in. The vibrant redhead confidently swaggers towards the ring and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle in succession, pointing out toward the crowd with one hand and using her other to hold the WCF World Title skyward, smiling. The cheers become even LOUDER. As the music continues, Sarah rolls outside of the ring and finds a young fan sitting at ringside. She removes her signature "You Don't Matter" tee shirt that she wears over her wrestling attire and gives it to the young fan before returning to the ring as the music dies down.
Zach Davis: There she is folks, the WCF World Champion. A woman who has been an inspiration to so many over the past several months. Her rivalry with Eric Price well documented. We thought it had fizzled out at Aftermath and the brutal Abject Humiliation match. But instead, Eric Price began inserting himself into her personal life with accusations of a relationship with Jeff Purse.
Shannan Lerch: Which turned out to be true. Mr. Price is a man of integrity and he only had the best interests in mind. Sarah Twilight and Jeff Purse are disgusting human beings who only care about themselves.
Zach Davis: If Jeff Purse and Sarah Twilight want to be in a relationship, that's their business. Fact is, Jeff Purse hates Eric Price, Sarah Twilight hates Eric Price and I don't blame them one bit!
Jeff Purse collects the WCF Championship from Sarah and holds it up high in both hands, showing it to the crowd as per normal referee duties. He hands the championship off to the timekeeper and calls for the bell. Sarah immediately moves in toward Eric Price who backs up and ducks his head under the ropes, waving his arms. Sarah does not look happy. Jeff Purse doesn't seem to be having any of it either.
Eric Price: I am not ready! I have to prepare.
Zach Davis: Oh give me a break, he's had a week to prepare!
Shannan Lerch: He is the owner of this company. If he wants to prepare before the match begins, he can do so.
Eric reminds Purse that he is the boss and reluctantly, and with much aggravation toward Eric, Jeff has to ask that Sarah return to her corner. The World Champion narrows her eyes and folds her arms as she leans in the corner, glaring at Eric Price, who is now doing push ups in his own corner. The crowd is BOOING like mad.
Zach Davis: This is disgusting. Eric Price doesn't want any part of Sarah Twilight and his stall tactics are not sitting well with this L.A. crowd.
Shannan Lerch: He is exercising! He needs to stretch and loosen up before this match. You saw the kind of barbaric things Twilight did last time!
Zach Davis: You are just...UGH!
Eric switches gear now and begins doing sit ups. Sarah looks like she's had enough of playing games and starts toward Eric again. The chairman quickly pops back to his feet and warns again that he is the owner of the company. Sarah isn't having any of it. She continues after him and Eric jumps through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. He extends his hand out to the side as if waiting for something and immediately a stage hand brings him a chilled bottled water. Eric takes the water and casually enjoys it at ringside while both Sarah, and Jeff are steaming in the ring. The crowd continues to boo and chants ring out.
Crowd: BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!
Shannan Lerch: These fans have no appreciation for the greatest owner we have ever had the privilege to work for. Eric is doing these idiots a favor here tonight by getting that belt off of Twilight. He needs his time to prepare!
Zach Davis: Have you lost it? There is no way Eric Price leaves here as World Champion...not with Jeff Purse as the referee. He has something else in mind here.
Finally Jeff Purse has had enough of the crap and begins a ten count on Eric, being as the bell had officially been rung. However, it IS a normal ten count simply because, well Jeff, nor Sarah want to let Eric walk out of here unscathed.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse isn't going to allow Eric to retreat to the outside. Our Chairman has to the count of ten to return to the ring and get this match started.
Shannan Lerch: This is ridiculous. He is the OWNER of the company. How is Purse even allowed to count him out?
Zach Davis: Simple, Eric was dumb enough to give him that authority as the referee of this match.
Eric casually walks around at ringside as Jeff counts, he is handed a microphone at his request and he slowly makes his way up the ringsteps, taking his time as if to spite Jeff Purse and his authority as referee.
Finally Eric enters the ring at the last moment, stopping the count. Sarah makes a bee-line for him immediately, not wanting to play any more of the games. Eric backpedals and takes up the mic.
Eric Price: WHOA WHOA WHOA! HOLD ON, HOLD ON!
The crowd boos as Eric continues to stall. Eric looks directly at Sarah, now with a growing gleam of confidence in his eyes.
Eric Price: This is the way this will play out. You will lay down and I will cover you. Simple as that.
Zach Davis: Oh this is ridiculous!
Shannan Lerch: I think it shows integrity. He is offering Sarah the easy road rather than have to be embarrassed.
Zach Davis: You...are just beyond repair, Shannan.
Sarah narrows her eyes and takes another step toward Eric, who backpedals again.
Eric Price: LAY DOWN! I'M YOUR BOSS! YOU LAY DOWN NOW OR I WILL FIRE YOU TWILIGHT!
The crowd is booing Eric Price to hell and again, Sarah rushes at Eric and Eric ducks behind Jeff Purse. Purse immediately turns around and again, has to hold himself back from just leveling the new owner. Purse shakes his head vehemently at Eric and informs him...
Jeff Purse: I'm not going to make the count for you Eric. Not happening.
Eric tilts his head.
Eric Price: Oh you won't?
Jeff Purse: SUCK IT ERIC PRICE!
Suddenly, Eric...out of nowhere sends a VICIOUS SLAP across the face of Jeff Purse that actually is hard enough to send him stumbling back a few steps, rattled. At this point, Sarah has seen enough and she hops down through the ropes to ringside.
Zach Davis: What is she doing?
Shannan Lerch: I...I don't know?
She lifts the apron and reaches under the ring, removing a steel folding chair. The crowd is going WILD for their home town hero.
Zach Davis: Oh boy! Eric Price is in TROUBLE! Months and MONTHS of hatred have been shared between Sarah and Eric, as well as Jeff Purse...who Eric just slapped. Our Chairman is in a WORLD of trouble now!
Shannan Lerch: If she lays one hand on our owner, I hope she knows she'll be looking for a job tomorrow!
Sarah slides back into the ring, steel chair in hand. She grips in tightly and moves in toward Eric. Jeff Purse has a look on his face like we've never seen and murderous intent in his eyes as he stares a hole through Eric Price. Sarah glares at her rival and takes aim.
Eric Price: HIT ME! DO IT AND YOU WILL BE STRIPPED OF THAT CHAMPIONSHIP AND FIRED!!!
Crowd: SWING THE CHAIR! SWING THE CHAIR! SWING THE CHAIR!
Eric Price: Come on Twilight! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO I--UMMPH!
The microphone is dropped to the floor and the crowd is going BALLISTIC. Sarah had not swung the chair, she didn't have time to at this point because Jeff Purse has just TACKLED Eric Price to the canvas and is unloading his fury fueled by MONTHS of frustration and the proof that Eric Price had indeed been the one to run him down. Jeff swings lefts and rights and Eric tries to cover up. However, Jeff's blows are full of every once of hate he has inside for Eric Price.
Zach Davis: And Jeff Purse could take no more!!! Eric Price is getting his after months of taunts. Jeff Purse is out for revenge!
Shannan Lerch: This is a travesty! This is our beloved owner! Purse can't put his hands on him!
Zach Davis: Purse is getting his and Sarah Twilight can't wait for her turn, look at that look on her face!
Shannan Lerch: Eric, you'd better get out of there! These two are NUTS!
Sarah starts slamming the chair against the mat like a baseball bat as Purse continues to unload his fury upon Eric Price. She is smirking, obviosuly happy with the just desserts that Eric was receiving. The crowd is stomping their feet in unison with Sarah's chair.
Zach Davis: Pandemonium is in the air! This is not how Eric Price envisioned this night to end, that I can assure you!
Shannan Lerch: Bobby Cairo, Steeltoe Joe...someone get out here!!
Zach Davis: I am sure Genesis is seeing to it that doesn't happen.
Finally, Jeff Purse relents on his assault. Sarah grips the chair in her hands and Purse nods to her as he backs up, stomping his foot down a few times lining Eric up for THE SPOKE. Sarah returns the nod and readies her chair. Eric is still down on the canvas, struggling to get up...he does not see what awaits him.
Shannan Lerch: No NO! This is not right! Eric, get out of there!
Zach Davis: This is EVERYTHING that Eric Price deserves and then some! I am enjoying the view, Shannan. You should sit back, relax and enjoy the show as well!
Eric crawls toward the ropes and stuggles to pull himself up after the brutal assault by Jeff. Eric grabs hold of the bottom rope and he barely pulls himself to one knee. He flops his arm over the second rope and manages to pull himself to a bent over position. Meanwhile, Sarah and Purse have him in their sights. Eric finally stumbles to his feet and turns around...
Zach Davis: Here it comes!
Jeff moves toward Eric to fire off the spoke, Sarah moves in with the chair at the exact same time and...
Shannan Lerch: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Wait...WHAT???!!!
Jeff is actually lifted from the ground as the end of a steel chair is DRIVEN into his gut by SARAH TWILIGHT! The crowd is silent for a moment and jaws around the entire arena are agape. Even Eric Price's eyes are wide as Sarah follows through by driving the chair into Purse's gut yet AGAIN.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!!
Shannan Lerch: I...have no idea. But I like it!
Purse is doubled over from the chair shots and Sarah is far from finished. She grabs Purse and YANKS him into her grip...hoisting him up and right back down....
Shannan Lerch: TWILIGHT ZONE!!!
Zach Davis: WHY? WHY SARAH WHY? I...I just don't understand this at ALL!
Purse is sent CRASHING into the canvas and is OUT of it. This Los Angeles crowd is STUNNED and they begin BOOING like never before! Sarah remains on the mat just in front of Purse after she had dropped him, eying him sadistically the way a predator eyes their prey. The evil, twisted and sadistic smirk upon her face matches the sinister grin that has now formed on the face of Eric Price.
Zach Davis: AW, SON OF A BITCH! This...I don't even have words!
Shannan Lerch: Are you kidding? This is the greatest thing I've ever seen! I, have no idea why it happened but it's great!
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight just turned her back on everyone who's supported her. She just let down everyone here in her home town. She just spat in the face of the WCF, yes I said WCF fans. But the question is...WHY?
Sarah and Eric look at each other with the most sinister and evil of connections ever witnessed before. Eric orders the timekeeper into the ring with the WCF World Championship. Eric Price takes it, and he officially hands it to Sarah Twilight. The crowd begins throwing trash into the ring as she holds it skyward as Eric Price raises her arm in a victorious manner. Eric and Sarah each exchange a kiss on the cheek in a very sarcastic manner that is just another insult to the crowd and to Jeff Purse. The boos elevate even LOUDER.
Zach Davis: I...I just can't believe what I'm seeing here. This is the sickest and most disgusting thing I have ever witnessed in all my years. Sarah Twilight, who has been WCF's pillar of hope the last several months has just....she's just crushed that hope...and any hope we had of getting through the nightmare that is EPPW.
Shannan Lerch: I think she's a very intelligent woman. And she will proudly carry the EPPW Championship. This is a historic and momentous occasion.
Eric now moves to the ropes and politely holds them open for the World Champion. The crowd continues to boo...however, Sarah isn't ready to leave just yet. Instead, she takes the steel chair she had used to blindside Jeff Purse and she places it over his head. Her appetite for destruction not yet satisfied. Eric Price genuinely seems surprised by this portion of events. But he smiles as he sees where it is going. Sarah takes a few steps back and then moves in and STOMPS on the chair. Jeff Purse writhes around on the mat after the vicious assault. The crowd continues to boo like mad. MORE trash is thrown into the ring.
Zach Davis: Oh come ON! ENOUGH! I can't even watch any more of this!
Shannan Lerch: Oh but it was alright when you thought Purse and Sarah were going to demolish Eric Price, right?
Finally, as "The Only One" by Evanescence hits, Sarah and Eric leave the ring together and make their way up the ramp. Sarah continues to flaunt the WCF World Championship to a VERY betrayed and angry crowd. As Eric and Sarah make their way towards the back, an equally stunned Genesis team emerges from the back. Ana Valentine, Logan and Tek look confused and in shock. FPV looks as if his puppy had just died and can't even look at Sarah. Orbit is shaking his head with laughter, mostly to hide his complete anger at the situation..but also because this just didn't surprise him at all.
Zach Davis: And there is the group have people who have stood at Sarah's side for the entire time. Through everything and they must feel as betrayed as the rest of us.
Sarah stops at the top of the entrance ramp as she casually looks over at the members of Genesis, the group that she was part of and who had supported her this entire time...and she smirks, blowing them a kiss. The kiss as sarcastic and insulting as ever. She follows it up with a wink and an equally sarcastic wave to the group. Logan and Tek have to physically restrain Orbit who looks to want to tear her apart right then and there. By now, Jeff Purse has started to stir in the ring and he stares up at the stage, finally seeing what had just occurred as the replay of Sarah assaulting him is broadcast on the video screen. Sarah and Eric casually exit to the back, leaving a shocked and betrayed Genesis and a confused and angry Jeff Purse.
Shannan Lerch: So I guess it is safe to assume she isn't hanging around those Genesis losers anymore.
Zach Davis: And the final coup, she just spat in the face of her own stablemates...or should I say now FORMER stablemates. That's all the time we have for tonight folks. Thank God. We'll see you next week at Slam where the question still lingers....Why, Sarah? Why?
The crowd continues to boo and mostly everyone in the arena is left stunned as we fade out.