Drunk and Crazy hits and Slam is live! The crowd cheers as we go to Zach and Shannan.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! We've got-
The lights in the arena fade out.
Shannan Lerch: Uh.. we're trying to do something here. What is this?
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 a VERY well dressed Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: I guess the great Jonny Fly thinks he's more important than us running down the schedule for the show tonight. Hmph.
Shannan Lerch: Well... as promised, Jonny Fly is here tonight…and I may I say he’s looking particularly good. That suits fits him nicely.
Zach Davis: Let’s not forget Shannan that this is the man that sold his majority stake in the WCF to Eric Price, and thus indirectly giving Price the means to create EPPW.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, that was kind of fucked up…
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on the ring 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. Fly uses the steel ring steps to elevate himself into the ring.
Zach Davis: It deserves mention now that Fly is on indefinite suspension from WCF, but we did receive word earlier today that Eric Price has allowed a one-time appearance for Fly as a gesture of goodwill.
Shannan Lerch: That’s right Zach, I believe his exact words to us earlier after telling us Fly would be appearing were “See, I’m a nice guy! I’ve been telling everyone that all along!”
Zach Davis: I happen to contend Price’s premise, but anyway, Fly has a microphone and we’ve been promised an announcement that is “Ten Years in the Making.”
Inside the ring Fly holds a microphone at his side and paces in a circular manner. The crowd begins to quiet in anticipation, and finally Fly pulls the microphone to his lips.
Jonny Fly: I’ve been given just five minutes today from our ‘glorious leader,’ so I’ll make this quick…
Boos from the crowd follow.
Jonny Fly: I really don’t think he gives a shit that you’re booing him, so do me a favor and quiet the fuck down so I can say what I need to say.
…and now boos for Fly. Splendid. Fly speaks over the fans.
Jonny Fly: I’m not out here to discuss Eric Price, Pantheon, or the current events going on in this company. I do find it pretty damn funny now that people thought I was such a bad guy. But, if it’s a bad guy you wanted, you got it. You’re welcome.
Jonny Fly: With that aside, I’m out here to talk about me. As it were, I’m a wrestler in this company that now finds himself on indefinite suspension. Cute. There’s a number of ways I could play this. I could wait for Eric Price to let me back in. I could suck up to him. I could turn this fucking place upside down like nobody else is capable of, and FORCE my way back. Or…I could say fuck_all_of_you.
After the sharp words, Fly brings the microphone down to his side and waits for the negative reaction to die off. After about ten seconds, he continues.
Jonny Fly: I’ve never needed WCF. I was always better than everyone else here. Since the day I signed my contract I’ve beaten…everyone. This company is run by Eric Price. I’ve beaten him. The World Champion is Sarah Twilight. I’ve beaten her twice. Oblivion, the Hardcore Champion, I’ve beaten him multiple times. FPV, the United States Champion, I’ve utterly embarrassed him every time we’ve been in the ring since Blast of last year. These are your Champions. These are…Flyjobbers. It’s a shame really.
Jonny Fly: Frankly, I’ve lost my passion for this company, and truthfully the industry as a whole. I’m not going to sit around and act like I care that I’m suspended, because I don’t. If I did, I would just force my way back. No sweat. I’ve done everything I ever set out to do, not just in my rather short time in WCF, but in my career stretching over a decade. There’s nothing left to accomplish, nothing left to prove. I’m done. Forget WCF, this is me announcing my retirement from wrestling as a whole.
A silence falls over the crowd as the announcement is made. Fly pauses briefly once again before continuing.
Jonny Fly: Some people when they announce their retirement, they put the past behind them and thank those who made their career possible. I suppose I should do the same, and thank those ‘responsible’ for my career. So….Jonny Fly, thank you. Thank you for being so absurdly fuckin’ dominant over the last decade that your wrestling exploits and marketing prowess have made me a multi-millionaire able to live on without any care in the world, and certainly without the need to ever come back to this insidious industry. That covers it, I believe that’s everyone I owe a thank you to.
Fly looks down at his watch.
Jonny Fly: Look at that, it appears my time is up. Literally and figuratively. You guys have fun with Eric Price. If you want to find me, I’ll be the guy in the 20,000 square foot mansion laughing his ass off in front of his television every Sunday night. You guys have fun.
With that, Fly drops the microphone and leaves the ring. He begins walking to the back for, what he alleges, is the last time.
Shannan Lerch: Well, that just ruined my whole day. Now who am I going to have sex with?
Zach Davis: Everyone? As usual.
Shannan Lerch: Oh right. Well still, I’ll miss Fly.
Zach Davis: I think you might be alone on that one Shannan.
Fly disappears behind the curtain and the scene cuts.
“The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system of the Acer Arena as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!” The Sydney crowd immediately starts booing loudly.
Zach Davis: And it seems that every show is going to begin with Eric Price now touting his newfound power like a drunken despot.
Shannan Lerch: You should watch your mouth, he could fire you for that.
Eric Price steps out with a huge smile on his face as the World Title is draped around his shoulder. He’s wearing a clearly expensive and well pressed black suit with a dark green shirt and tie as Sarah Twilight comes out from behind and walks behind him, a cold, expressionless look on her face.
Zach Davis: And look at this, Eric Price with the World Title draped around his shoulder with the traitor, the benedict Arnold right behind him…
Shannan Lerch: And does this bother you Zach? He owns the company you know, he can do whatever he pleases with the title.
Zach Davis: I just still don’t understand why … why would our pillar of WCF, the one shining ray of hope we had turn her back completely on her friends, her fans, everyone in the WCF and yes, I stress WCF Universe loved her and then she does what she did last week … spitting in the face of everyone who ever believed in her …
Shannan Lerch: Cry me a river Zach. She was smart, she sided with a winner in Mr. Eric Price!
Zach Davis: But why? Why would she join a disgusting human being like Eric Price? It makes no sense.
Eric Price steps through the ropes but holds them open politely for Sarah to step through them as she maintains her cold and expressionless look as Eric is all smiles and asks for a microphone as the crowd continues to boo loudly and some start chanting as the music dies down.
Crowd: You sold out! You sold out! You sold out!
Zach Davis: Looks like this crowd is expressing what I’m thinking about this whole situation.
Eric Price: Shhhh!!!
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Look, I’m not going to repeat myself!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Now then, welcome to Slam on what promises to be a grand night here live from Sydney, Australia! Tonight, we kick off Slam on a high note with the performance evaluation of your very own Skyler Striker!
Crowd cheers at Striker’s name
Eric Price: That’s right, after his … what I considered disappointing performance at Asesinato De Mayo and then taking a week off, I felt the need to evaluate him and ensure he is fit to continue with EPPW. So without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Australia’s own Skyler Striker!
“Hands” by The Almost starts playing over the speaker system as the words “With our hands held high we're screaming..." are heard throughout the arena and Skyler Striker steps out from behind the curtain, dressed in white trousers and a Manchester City soccer shirt greeted by the and 'whoa-oh whoa-oh oh' a of his fellow countrymen and women as they love him for being at Slam with them. He walks down the ramp smiling at the crowd but keeping an eye on Eric Price who is beaming in the ring with a huge grin on his face.
Eric Price: Okay, that’s enough, shut the music down! SHUT IT DOWN!
The music stops abruptly as Striker is still making his way to the ring and the fans immediately boo this loudly!
Eric Price: Striker, get in this ring NOW! I don’t have all night!
Striker makes his way into the ring looking rather angered at Price who simply gestures to his Rolex watch indicating that he wants Striker to move it along to get the show rolling. Sarah Twilight simply stands behind Eric Price in the corner of the ring, leaning there completely motionless and expressionless.
Eric Price: Now Mr. Striker, two weeks ago you had a World Title match in Mexico against Odin Balfore and our current and still reigning and defending EPPW World Champion Sarah Twilight, correct?
Skyler Striker: Correct.
Eric Price: Yeah yeah, I’m talking. Now then, who was it that got pinned ... no wait, actually who is it that SUBMITTED in that match, it certainly wasn’t Sarah Twilight was it?
Skyler Striker: No.
Zach Davis: This is humiliation.
Eric Price: It wasn’t Odin Balfore … so if it wasn’t either one of them and there are three participants in the match … oh that’s right, you were forced to submit in that matchup! Correct?
Skyler Striker: Well I…
Eric Price: No no no no no Mr. Striker, I’m not asking you for an explanation, I’m asking you very simply, were you the one that gave up to our great champion Sarah Twilight, yes or no?
Skyler Striker: But I…
Eric Price: Mr. Striker, my patience is running thin. YES or NO?!
Skyler Striker: YES!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric looks visibly annoyed at the crowd and turns away from Striker to address the raucous crowd. Sarah remains in the corner silent and emotionless, her expression not having changed once through all this; she remains unphased.
Eric Price: My name is Mr. Eric Price and I am the CIO, owner, and chairman of the board of EPPW, that means that I deserve to be respected! So you people need to sit down, shut up and let me continue!
Crowd boos loudly.
Eric Price: Now then Mr. Striker…
All of a sudden "Ghosts N' Stuff" hits the airwaves as FPV comes out in street clothes as the audience immediately starts cheering for the United States Champion. Around his waist is the WCF United States championship.
Zach Davis: And wait a minute, FPV, the United States Champion and Eric Price’s opponent at Blast is making his way down to the ring here, apparently none to pleased with what the owner of EPPW is saying here. He also has to be feeling the sting of being betrayed by Sarah Twilight.
Eric Price: SECURITY!
Shannan Lerch: That’s good Mr. Price, get security out here, this man is out of control.
Zach Davis: Oh please, Eric Price clearly a coward here as he orders security out here and we’ve got like ten men coming down here as FPV makes it into the ring and simply looks at Sarah Twilight who remains just emotionless in the ring there. Not even one change in her facial expression.
Shannan Lerch: A very cold individual … no one knows why but I’m sure we’ll find out later tonight.
The security guards quickly storm the ring and grab FPV who is inaudibly screaming at Sarah Twilight as she simply remains stoic, frigid, and uncaring to it all.
Eric Price: Detain him, grab this piece of trash! Mr. Venable, what the hell are you doing out here? Do you not realize that you are interrupting me? What exactly is your problem with me?
FPV: **ck you asshole! This bitch turned her back on us, she turned her back on me and I want to know why. WHY DID SHE DO IT?! What did you do to her?
Eric grins at this as FPV looks positively enraged
Eric Price: What did I do? You’re blaming me for what she did? How naïve can you be Mr. Venable … no no, we know each other well enough, I think I’ll call you Franky.
The 10 security guards are restraining FPV as best they can from attacking Sarah Twilight as he looks positively ready to decimate her after her betrayal last week. Sarah is completely unphased at this and does not care about his emotional state as Eric is simply beaming and grinning over it all.
Eric Price: Franky, take it easy please. Sarah Twilight simply did what was right for business, she did the right thing and is now my EPPW World Champion as you can see by this title right here. Fact is I’m proud of what she did, she finally rid herself of you losers and now is a winner! She’s not there to carry your asses anymore and now, Genesis is done! Pantheon is done! Rebellion is done! There is no opposition to my regime Franky and since you insist on not defending your title, I will be taking it from you at Blast next Sunday!
FPV gets loose of the security guards briefly as he lunges right at Eric Price who tries to shield himself from the beatdown as the security guards quickly seize FPV, an enraged Price gets up from the mat.
Eric Price: GET HIM OUT OF HERE! GET HIM OUT NOW! And hey, Franky, guess what, next week when I beat you … I wasn’t planning on this originally but I want you to know … you’ll be fired!
Crowd boos loudly.
FPV starts screaming obscenities at Price who looks on enraged from the ring as he straightens his tie and suit jacket. Striker just kind of laughs when he thinks Price isn’t looking as Sarah simply remains emotionlessly standing in the ring, not phased at all. Price however does notice Striker laughing.
Eric Price: Oh, you thought that was funny? Is that right? Let me remind you that you were the one that tapped out in that match up two weeks ago. Hmm … you know, Jonny Fly saw a lot in you, he saw great potential in you, in fact many thought you were his “boy” if you will because he always treated you with great deference. He saw great talent in you Mr. Striker … I however do not! All I see is a pitiful crybaby useless piece of trash loser! You know Mr. Striker, I looked over your contract and we are paying you way too much money to be here and it seems such a waste for so little return that we get from you. Therefore, with the authority of my office, I would like to announce that effectively immediately, Skyler Striker … YOU’RE FIRED!
Crowd boos loudly as Striker looks on enraged but also shocked at being let go from the company.
Zach Davis: Fired? For what reason?
Shannan Lerch: You heard Mr. Price, he’s worthless therefore, he’s gone!
Zach Davis: Sounds like sour grapes to me!
Striker is about to leave but Eric grabs him by the shoulder.
Eric Price: Whoa whoa whoa, hang on a second. Before you go, I have a little going away present from EPPW, call it a “severance package” if you will. I think Sarah has a better idea of what this is, Sarah?
Before Striker can even blink an eye, Sarah has charged out of the corner and she sends a field goal kick between his legs. The crowd is LIVID as Striker's face turns different shades of blue from the groin kick. He doubles over, clutching himself and Sarah does not relent. She takes the EPPW World Championship from Eric and BLASTS Striker in the face with the belt. Striker falls into the canvas, out of it. The crowd continues to boo. Sarah stares down at him emotionlessly as she drops the World Championship on the canvas beside her.
Zach Davis: Oh COME ON! This is uncalled for! The man was just fired. His livelihood was just taken from him and now this? This is disgusting!
Shannan Lerch: This sets an example. That anyone who is not a beneficial contribution to the EPPW roster will be dealt with efficiently and effectively.
Zach Davis: This is nothing more than a power trip on the part of Eric Price and Sarah Twilight to humiliate Striker in his own country. And let me tell you, these Australian fans are NOT happy at all!
Striker lies on the mat, trying to push himself up, yet it is clear that he is still in a LOT of pain from that kick. Sarah reaches down and grabs him by the hair, yanking him up violently as she sends him over the ropes and to the outside near the announce table. The crowd elevates in sheer volume with their boos and jeers. She quickly follows him out of the ring, stalking him like prey.
Zach Davis: Oh good God what the hell is going on now?
Sarah Twilight heads to the announce table and rips one of the monitors from it, clutching it in her hands. The crowd is about ready to riot.
Crowd: SHONKY BITCH! SHONKY BITCH! SHONKY BITCH! SHONKY BITCH!
Zach Davis: These fans here in Sydney making sure Sarah Twilight knows exactly what they think of her.
Shannan Lerch: I don't think she cares.
Sarah's eyes remain locked onto Striker who is again working his way back to his feet. Though he does not see what awaits him as he pulls himself up using the ring apron, his back turned to Sarah who has the monitor gripped in her hands...watching him...waiting.
Shannan Lerch: Striker is about to see himself on TV...up close!
Zach Davis: This is just... Ugh!
As Striker makes it to his feet, the crowd are screaming at him and yelling for him to watch out. But either he doesn't hear them or the pain in his groin is still his top priority. He turns around and as he does, Sarah takes a running start. She gets about five feet from him and she LUNGES the monitor at his head. The machinery CRACKS him in the forehead as sparks fly. Striker is busted open as he falls to the ground at ringside. The monitor falling with him and nailing him again in the abdomen. Glass and metal scrap debris stain his face along with the flowing mask of crimson that pours from his wound. Striker rolls over onto his stomach, still in agony. Sarah slowly walks to him. She just stands over him and stares down, the blank expression still upon her face. The crowd is in an uproar with boos and various obscenities. Eric watches on from in the ring, very pleased with what was occurring.
Zach Davis: So cold, so uncaring. It's like she is detached from her actions. She doesn't even see a human being in front of her. How can she just go about this like it is business as usual?
Shannan Lerch: Survival of the fittest, Zach. She is the EPPW World Champion .. and she is making sure that everyone in the back realizes she's on top of the food chain.
Zach Davis: I just don't...I can't understand this 180 degree change with her. After all she's been through with Eric Price...how? Why?
Eric is beaming in the ring as he continues to watch on. The Sydney crowd is completely disgusted. Sarah reaches down and collects the cord from the monitor and folds it in half, gripping it in her hand and she sends it down HARD across Striker's back repeatedly. Each lash leaving red welts on the beloved Aussie. Many young children in the crowd are crying as they watch their former hero's actions. To make matters worse, after several more shots with the improvised whip, she takes the cord and wraps it around the throat of Skyler Striker. She places a foot on his back, pressing down firmly as she YANKS the cord back with both hands, choking the life out of Striker.
Zach Davis: Someone needs to do something here. This has got to STOP! She's trying to maim him! This should be...attempted murder!
Shannan Lerch: Eric is a fair and honest owner. If he believes Sarah is taking things a bit too far, he'll get help out here for Mr. Striker.
Zach Davis: You actually believe the words that you say, don't you?
Shannan Lerch: Absolutely. Mr. Eric Price is the shining example of leadership. And I couldn't have picked a better champion myself. Look at how efficiently she is taking care of the loose ends.
As Sarah continues to choke the life out of Striker, there are several fans with small children who actually leave the main arena in disgust as their children continue to cry. Many of them horrified and perhaps even permanently scarred by what they see. Finally, some of the veteran officials have seen enough and rush down to ringside, led by Stanley Moser and they plead with Sarah to stop the assault. As finally lets go of the cord and slowly makes her way back into the ring to another chorus of boos.
Zach Davis: Oh thank God. We need immediate medical attention for Skyler Striker after that vicious and unprovoked assault. Sarah Twilight calls herself a champion? She is nothing more than a thug! A hired thug who blindsided Striker. I bet you're real proud of yourself Sarah? I bet you're real proud. What a despicable human being she is!
Eric Price: Oh by the way, Skyler Striker, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you the best in all of your future endeavors!
Eric Price smiles as Sarah Twilight looks on still expressionless but satisfied with her work as “The Touch” by Stan Bush plays over the speaker system again to more massive boos from the audience.
Zach Davis: I … what was that? What the hell did we just witness?
Shannan Lerch: Skyler Striker fired but that beating … that … I’ve never seen Sarah Twilight so vicious. I kind of like it.
Zach Davis: But why? Why? What did Eric Price say to her that made her change so much? This is not the Sarah Twilight we used to know and I’d like to what reason she had to betray everyone, everyone that’s ever supported her.
More officials and EMTs make their way to the ring to check on Skyler Striker as the music stops. Sarah looks back down at Striker who is now being loaded onto a stretcher. Eric glances at Sarah and then down to the medical staff and the officials.
Eric Price: Hang on a second, stop right there! STOP IT I said! What are you doing? Did I dial 911? Did I call for a doctor or a team of paramedics here? No no, you leave him.
Eric glances at Sarah, who remains unchanged in expression. She simply walks back to the ring ropes and hopes down to the outside. Striker has nowhere to go as he had already been affixed to the stretcher. It seems that Eric Price allowed the medics to fasten him in before stopping them from providing his medical care. The crowd starts throwing trash, much like they did last week and a few of them shout out and make physical threats of harm to Sarah as she collects a steel folding chair from beneath the ring.
Eric Price: Oh this is my favorite part of the show. Wouldn't you all agree?
Eric grins and the crowd just gets even MORE pissed off. Sarah takes the chair and BASHES the restrained and defenseless Striker with it over ... and over ... and over. The crowd is completely boiling over at this point. Eric is about as giddy as we've ever seen him. Sarah keeps hitting Striker with the chair. Eric starts counting along.
Eric Price: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! YES YES SIX!
Zach Davis: This has gone just too damn far. This is a dark day for us here folks. The lunatics are running the asylum. And I DO mean lunatics. Eric Price and Sarah Twilight are batshit crazy. They are evil, unconscionable human beings.
Eric Price: Come now, count along. Count along. SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
Sarah delivers one final CRACK with the chair that nails Striker in his already bleeding skull and she finally tosses the chair down. It is bent, contorted and deformed after the excessive shots. The crowd literally wants to kill her at this point as she rolls back into the ring. There is still no hint of emotion in her eyes. Eric Price however, couldn't hide his happiness if he tried.
Eric Price: AND TEN! Now that’s what I call a job well done.
Eric Price and Sarah Twilight both make their way to the back, Sarah Twilight expressionless but clearly satisfied with her work as Eric Price is grinning from ear to ear to massive boos from the audience who are completely stunned at this turn of events.
Zach Davis: What? I … I’ve never seen such a heinous beating in all my years of commentating.
Shannan Lerch: I … I don’t know what to make of this. Sarah Twilight just … oh my God.
Zach Davis: She’s changed, did you see that look in her eyes, so cold, so dreary, completely emotionless, like she has no heart, no soul whatsoever.
Shannan Lerch: I don’t know what Mr. Price said to her but whatever he said, it changed her.
Zach Davis: And the question on everyone’s mind is why … why is she this way now? An explanation has been promised at the top of the second hour along with the naming of the new EPPW CEO. Poor Skyler Striker, fired and now completely taken out of commission.
Shannan Lerch: He may never be the same again.
Zach Davis: And for what reason? Because Eric Price and Sarah Twilight are sick bastards, that’s why! And who, who will be able to put a stop to this? They hold all the cards and all the power, she was our WCF hero and now … now we are lost.
Zach Davis: Our first match of the night should be all kinds of weird as the debuting Arkham is going one on one with WCF's resident voodoo man, Voodoo.
Shannan Lerch: You know I always wondered how he decided on that name.
Zach Davis: ...really?
Shannan Lerch: Yeah. I mean, it's such an intriguing name. Remind me to ask him some time.
Zach Davis: ....let's just send it to Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: The following is the opening match of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall...
All of the lights will drop at once, sending the crowd into a bit of a panic. "Bleed For Me" by the Black Label Society will then kick in as the lights remain off. They'll remain off for a few moments until finally they come back on, revealing Arkham sitting on the mat in one of the corners, gently stroking the head of Freddy.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pounds, from The Asylum....this is Arkham.
Arkham remains seated, stroking the head of Freddy as he looks straight ahead at Kyle.
Zach Davis: And what an....interesting sight our newest addition is.
Shannan Lerch: I wonder if he has a girlfriend...
Zach Davis: Are you kidding me? This guy?
Shannan Lerch: What? I happen to have a thing for guys that are out there.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
The lights go out in the arena and there is a fire that lights in the a circle then “blood” by jim Johnston plays (Brood theme) as it stars another fire lights in the circle and it lights a “V.” The lights come on and Voodoo is seen sitting in front of the fire. He stands up and starts to walk down the ring he stops at the end of the ring and turns around and starts moving his hands as he is chanting a spell and the fires start to rise above the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, from New Orleans, Louisiana....Voodoo!
Voodoo turns back to the ring and walks to the ring and crawls in and goes to the middle of the ring and sits and looks at the fires and he is laughs.
Zach Davis: So does this guy do it for you?
Shannan Lerch: Not really. I never really had a thing for guys from the South.
Zach Davis: Well at least the South finally won something.
Shannan Lerch: And what does that mean?
Zach Davis: Nevermind, let's just call the match.
Kyle exits the ring as the referee checks with both men. He tries to tell Arkham to set Freddy down outside the ring but Arkham just glares at him. Realizing his life is important, he gives up on it and signals for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Voodoo starts stalking Arkham as the big man pushes himself up to his feet and turns to set Freddy down in the corner. Seeing his opening Voodoo runs right at Arkham and catches him in the back with a forearm. Freddy flies out of Arkham's hands and lands on the ground outside the ring as Arkham stumbles into the corner. Voodoo now with lefts and rights to the body as Arkham tries to shield himself while at the same time trying to get to Freddy. Voodoo now backing off of Arkham and letting him start to exit the ring before running right at him and hitting him with a body avalanche that sends the big man tumbling to the floor.
Zach Davis: And so far Arkham is looking to be as soft as that teddy bear he's so desperate to get to. What the heck is wrong with this guy?
Shannan Lerch: Hey! Be nice to my soon to be man!
Arkham crawls over to Freddy and holds him tight as the referee is forced to start a ten count. Arkham pets Freddy a few times on his head and then sets him down on the mat in the corner before pulling himself up onto the apron. Voodoo going right after him with a right hand but Arkham blocks it and then pulls Voodoo in close before catching him in the face with a headbutt. Voodoo stumbles back holding his nose as Arkham quickly enters the ring and hits Voodoo in the face with a big boot. Voodoo hits the mat and Arkham goes for a pin attempt.
Voodoo quick to kick out and push Arkham off but Arkham gets right back on him with punches to the head. Voodoo now rolling Arkham over onto his back and now they are going back and forth trading punches. Arkham is finally forced to roll off of Voodoo as both men scramble to their feet. Arkham and Voodoo now tying up in the center of the ring with both men fighting for control. Arkham finally gains control and whips Voodoo into the ropes. He comes back at Arkham and Arkham slams him to the mat with a spinebuster.
Zach Davis: What an impact!
Shannan Lerch: What a butt!
Zach Davis: ...
Arkham now grabbing hold of one of Voodoo's arms and he falls back, putting him in an armbar. Voodoo now fighting to get free as he tries to drag himself to the ropes. Voodoo finally reaches the ropes and grabs the bottom rope as the referee starts his count. Arkham, realizing he has to let go, decides to start kicking Voodoo in the head as keeps the hold locked until four. Voodoo now holding onto the bottom rope with both hands as Arkham grabs him by the ankles and tries to drag him to the center of the ring. The referee steps in and demands Arkham to release him but Arkham ignores him. The referee not starting a five count but only gets to three before Arkham gives a final tug that is enough to get Voodoo off the ropes. Arkham still with Voodoo's ankles and he stomps down on the inside of his thigh before dropping on him for the pin attempt.
Voodoo kicks out as two as Arkham rolls off of him. Arkham starts to go after Voodoo but Voodoo pulls the referee in front of him, forcing Arkham to hold off impatiently.
Zach Davis: What is this about?
Shannan Lerch: He's pointing at his groin...I think he's trying to say Arkham kicked him in the groin.
The referee turns to Arkham to warn him about cheap shots as Arkham shakes his head no. Arkham now stepping forward with his arms raised to tie up with Voodoo, but Voodoo pushes the referee off to the side and kicks Arkham square in the crotch. Arkham drops to his knees while holding himself as the referee looks around confused. Voodoo taking advantage as he runs and hits the ropes before coming back and kicking Arkham square in the chin. Voodoo with the pin attempt.
Arkham with the shoulder up at two and Voodoo rolls off of him. Arkham starts to sit up when Voodoo connects with a kick to the chest that puts him back on the mat. Voodoo now with stomps to the chest as Arkham slowly rolls onto his belly and starts to crawl toward the corner. Seeing Arkham look toward Freddy, Voodoo plants his boot into the back of Arkham's head, driving his face into the mat. Voodoo now walking over to the corner where he picks up Freddy and begins to taunt Arkham. Voodoo now pretending to throw Freddy into the crowd before he drops it to the mat and begins to kick it around like a soccer ball. Arkham suddenly sits up and stares down Voodoo.
Zach Davis: Uh...Voodoo may want to pay attention.
Voodoo still kicking Freddy around as Arkham lets out a roar and scrambles to his feet. Voodoo turns around just in time to catch an elbow to the face. Arkham now with elbow shot after elbow shot to the head as he backs Voodoo into the corner. Voodoo with his hands up trying to block the shots but Arkham just turns his attention to Voodoo's midsection as he doubles him over with a knee. Arkham now dragging Voodoo out of the corner before spinning him around before throwing him shoulder first into the ring post. With Voodoo down for the moment Arkham turns his attention to Freddy, who is still laid out in the center of the ring. Arkham goes to him and drops to one knee as he picks Freddy up and strokes his head.
Zach Davis: This is one of the most bizarre sights I've ever seen in a WCF ring.
Shannan Lerch: Even more bizarre than the Hotdog Mascot?
Zach Davis: This is right up there.
The referee can only look back and forth between the distraught Arkham and the downed Voodoo with a look of confusion on his face. With a "what the hell, this match is already screwed up" look on his face, the referee starts a ten count. Voodoo is the first to actually start moving and he's up to his feet at seven. Voodoo shakes the cobwebs out and looks around before spotting Arkham stroking Freddy's head with his back turned. Voodoo goes over to him and grabs him by the hair before pulling him to his feet. Voodoo going for The Juju but Arkham spins himself back around and hits Voodoo with a heart punch. Arkham sets Freddy down on the mat and scoops Voodoo up in a bearhug.
Zach Davis: Arkham's trying to squeeze the life out of Voodoo!
Shannan Lerch: Wish he'd pick me up like that.
Arkham suddenly pops his hips and tosses Voodoo over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Voodoo hits the mat hard and grabs his back as Arkham turns to Freddy and gives him a wave.
Zach Davis: Well I guess it's obvious why he calls that Freddy's Favorite.
Voodoo starts to push himself up off the mat but Arkham hits him in the back with a forearm before dragging him up. Arkham now lifting Voodoo up into position for a tombstone piledriver before jumping up and landing in a sitting position, spiking Voodoo's head into the mat.
Shannan Lerch: The Manhattan Project!
Arkham remains in the sitting position as he places a hand on Voodoo's chest.
Zach Davis: AND ARKHAM WINS IN HIS DEBUT!
"Bleed For Me" by the Black Label Society hits the speakers as Arkham scoops up Freddy and then takes a seat on the mat. The referee starts to try to raise his arm but Arkham shoves him off. Suddenly the lights in the arena drop as Arkham's music cuts off. When the lights come back on Arkham and Freddy are gone as the referee looks around confused.
Shannan Lerch: Aww, I never got his number.
Zach Davis: That is easily one of the craziest guys I've ever seen come through our doors.
We head to commercial.
“Criminals” by Big B his the PA system, and Waylon Cash comes stepping out onto the entrance ramp, microphone in hand. The fans boo loudly, as he glares out at the crowd.
Zach Davis: Good lord. We couldn't wait just a little longer before having to see this man?
Shannan Lerch: That is a triple crown winner you're talking about. Show some respect.
Waylon waits for the music to cut off, and the booing to subside, before he speaks.
Waylon Cash: Ana Valentine... I'll bet you think you're pretty damn cute, don't ya? You come out here last week, you spray pepper spray in my eyes, and then try to kill me with a fryin' pan?! You done lost it girl! You are out of your mind... but I dig that. You and I coulda worked well together, but you had to be one of Steve's ho's. You had to lower yourself to be partners with a man who doesn't respect himself, let alone anyone else. Steve Orbit's gonna be the death of you, and it started last week.
The crowd boos loudly, cutting off Waylon Cash. He waits patiently, until they grow quiet enough for him to speak.
Waylon Cash: Look, I didn't want you to get involved, sweet thing. I wanted you to stay out of it. I told you that so many times, I fuckin' lost count. You had to have that match though... and now we're here. Your crazy ass got you in a whole mess of trouble, and ain't no gettin' out of it now. Here's what I want... naw... here are my demands: I want a tag match. Me, and a partner I choose, versus you, and your pimp. I wanna rip both of you apart at once, get all this shit out of the way. You got 'til the end of the show tonight to answer my challenge. If you don't answer by then, I'm comin' to kill you without a WCF sanction. Ya dig?
Waylon grins, as the crowd boos, and his music starts up again.
Shannan Lerch: Wow! How about that? A challenge laid down by Waylon Cash. Orbit and Valentine versus Cash and a mystery partner. How do you think Ana and Steve will react?
Zach Davis: I have no idea, but I have a feeling it will be volatile. Even more so than it already has been. This feud has rocked WCF, and I don't see it stopping any time soon.
breakdown by biohazard plays and biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash
All of the lights in the arena dim simultaneously... Next, a massive pulsing light pierces through the vicinity as a barrage of pyrotechnics erupt. Smoke pours from the stage in the midst of various colors & hues. "Rich As Fuck" by Lil' Wayne featuring 2 Chainz pumps from the speakers as Jonathan Jakobs emerges from behind the curtains. He briefly stops and places his right fist in the air, the crowd boos in utter disgust. Jonathan strides down to the ring as he exchanges high-fives with a few of the fans. He climbs the steps & enters the ring. He stands in the corner and awaits his opponent.
"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.
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
Zach Davis: A lot on the line here, and here we go!
The combatants begin fighting each other. Amory Tom and Biohazard brawl, as do Jakobs and Walker.
Shannan Lerch: What do you mean there's a lot on the line? There is literally nothing on the line here!
Zach Davis: Well every time you're wrestling something is on the line! And defeating three other men could really get you noticed, maybe get you a Title shot! That's what I mean. Plus, when you're in the ring with Biohazard, your life might be on the line with his toxic ooze.
Biohazard has Tom in the corner and he's hitting him with rights and lefts. He backs up and runs at him, but Tom gets the boot up. This sends Biohazard reeling, right into the grasp of Jonathan Jakobs. Jakobs lifts Biohazard up...
Shannan Lerch: Burning Hammer!
Zach Davis: What a move to start the match off!
Jakobs gets back up and Tom rushes him. Jakobs catches him and hits a Powerslam, however!
Shannan Lerch: Jonathan Jakobs, cleaning house!
However, Jakobs' offense is cut short as he turns around and gets a SPEAR from Tyler Walker! Jakobs drops and Walker goes for the pin.
No!, Jakobs kicks out of it. Before Walker can continue fighting him, Biohazard spins him around. Walker kicks Biohazard before Biohazard can get any offense in and hits a Gutwrench Powerbomb!
Zach Davis: DAMN!
Walker pins Biohazard now.
No!, Amory Tom breaks it up now! Tom picks Walker up and takes him down with a Neckbreaker. He then puts him into an Ankle Lock!
Shannan Lerch: One of wrestling's greatest submission moves, Ankle Lock applied-
But from out of nowhere Jakobs flies off the top and hits a Missile Dropkick onto Tom!, breaking up the submission hold! Tom flies backwards into the corner, but runs forward to attack Jakobs afterwards. Jakobs sidesteps him then grabs him and hits a German Suplex.
Zach Davis: Jonathan Jakobs is one of the best German Suplexers in the business, and here we go!
Jakobs keeps holding onto Tom, picks him up... boom! Second German. Keeps it hooked.... BOOM! THIRD German!
Shannan Lerch: He likes to hit five in a row, he calls it Torture! And I can imagine he's right about that!
He keeps it hooked, stands up... but Biohazard spits ooze into Jakobs' face!
Zach Davis: TOXIC OOZE!
NO! Jakobs ducks it and the ooze goes into the face of Tyler Walker instead! Walker stumbles and falls out of the ring. Jakobs hits one more final suplex on Amory Tom before kicking Biohazard in the gut and hitting a Twist of Fate.
Shannan Lerch: Into the Dragon Sleeper, that's his Rings of Fire!
Biohazard taps out!
Zach Davis: Jonathan Jakobs gets the win here tonight!
Jakobs' music hits and he stands up, getting his arm raised.
Shannan Lerch: You gotta believe that Eric Price is happy about this!
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.
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.
Justin rolls under the bottom rope before posing for the crowd.
Beginner by VSK hits and Kira Sakazaki sprints full speed to the ring! He slides in and plays to the fans.
Zach Davis: Kira Sakazaki is always one of the most popular stars in the company and tonight is no exception!
He stands in his corner as Turner watches him across the ring and gets ready. The bell sounds.
Shannan Lerch: Turner versus Sakazaki, here we go!
They approach one another slowly and tie up. Turner gets the early advantage, putting Kira into a headlock. Kira shoves him off, sending him into the ropes. He Springboards once he hits them however and hits Kira with a dropkick!
Zach Davis: Gotta be careful when you're in the ring with Justin Turner, they don't call him the High Flying Freak for no reason!
Turner goes for a quick cover.
No!, Kira kicks out. Turner then puts him into a headlock.
Shannan Lerch: Turner, playing it smart. Wearing Kira down before going for his riskier offense.
The fans begin chanting for Kira, however, and Sakazaki is soon to his feet. He elbows Turner a few times, breaking free, before taking him down with a side Russian Legsweep. Kira stomps him a few times before putting him into a Figure Four Armlock.
Zach Davis: Kira also trying to slow Turner down and wrestle at his own pace. Smart wrestling from the both of them.
Turner yells in pain but refuses to give up. The fans begin chanting for Turner now and eventually he is able to break free! Kira pulls him to his feet but he's able to shove him away and snap off a Roundhouse Kick! Kira goes down and Turner follows up with a Standing 450 Splash into pin!
No!, Kira kicks out. Turner climbs to the top..
Shannan Lerch: Here comes that high risk!
And flies off with a Moonsault Double Stomp!
Zach Davis: WHOA!
But Kira rolls away at he last second! Turner lands on his feet and goes for a stiff kick to Kira's head, but Kira rolls through and gets to his feet. Turner turns and is met with a Shining Apprentice!
Shannan Lerch: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Freddy Whoa from Wednesday Night is going to sue us, we better quit saying that. But damn.
Sakazaki quickly pins Turner.
No! The High Flying Freak kicks out!
Kira backs up several paces and waits for Turner to get to his feet..
Shannan Lerch: Kira Sakazaki is getting something big ready here, he might just put Turner away!
Kira runs and hits the Running Russian Legsweep!
Zach Davis: Blue Rose! Kira Sakazaki hits it!
Kira pins Turner once more, hooking the leg!
No!, Turner gets his leg on the ropes at the last moment!
Shannan Lerch: SO CLOSE! Kira almost had it!
Zach Davis: I thought he did!, but Justin Turner hangs on!
Breathing heavy, Kira picks Turner up and throws him to a corner. Turner, with his last bit of strength, jumps up onto the turnbuckle and then flies off with a Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick!
Shannan Lerch: BLACKOUT! OUT OF NOWHERE!
BUT KIRA AVOIDS IT! Kira Springboards himself, hits a Rolling Armwringer and puts Turner into a Kimura Lock!
Zach Davis: Oh God! How long can Turner last!?
After several moments in agony, Justin Turner is forced to tap out!
Shannan Lerch: Kira Sakazaki wins!
The bell sounds as Kira gets to his feet, joined by Haruna. He raises his arm in victory.
Zach Davis: Kira Sakazaki is a force to be reckoned with!
Playing on repeat on the screens that stands either side of the ramp, is the burning image of Davey Oretga's family home lying in a pile of smoking rubble, his families land lit up by the crucifix of flames set by Emmaleigh.
Emmaleigh stands at the top of the ramp, a mic in one hand and her long, emerald rosary in the other. She stands almost perfectly still, only her head moves as she looks over the crowd surrounding the ramp and the ring. She pulls the rosary up into her palm and makes the sign of the cross over her body, before kissing the beads and raising them to the sky.
Emmaleigh Shae: I am the Retribution...
As soon as she speaks, the crowd break out into a chorus of boos and Emmaleigh smirks, nodding her head, she waits for the crowd to die down.
Emmaleigh Shae: The devil has corrupted you... Not only you, but those... 'stars' in the back whom you all hold so dear... The time of judgment is upon EPPW and I, in his name, shall be judge.... jury... and executioner!
The crowd begin to boo again, but this time, Emmaleigh does not wait, she raises her voice high above the chorus of the fans booing her.
Emmaleigh Shae: There is still time to repent, the lord is forgiving... He wants you to follow us once more, we pray for you... for all of you to return to the grace of god, to become at peace, be one with ye own soul.. The lord, our savior, he is understandin' he knows that there are temptations... That he alone cannot deliver you from them and so he has sent me, his vessel... his voice... to save you all for your own DAMNATION!
Emmaleigh drops her hand down, rolling the rosary back out from her palm she rubs the beads in the order of the mysteries as she speaks.
Emmaleigh Shae: Deliver yeself not into temptation, for there is another path... Yer so called heroes back there, they do not respect the word of the lord... they do not respect the administration... they do not respect themselves!! ... Yet ya follow them, like eejits, into the palms of Satan... he seeks to plot against you, he seeks to deceive you... ALL of you...
Emmaleigh points to the screens and the picture changes, it starts to reel through some of the things that have been done to members of the administration over the last few months... namely, to Eric Price. Then.. it switches, it shows Emmaleigh blowing up the abandonned asylum, it shows her visit to the priest, then the sound of the gunshot, it shows her creation of the stigmata and then, it shows Oblivions picture burning in the baptism of fire....
Emmaleigh Shae: There are those who are lost to us... For those, judgment day shall arrive... We shall have our retribution... I will send ye to the firey pits of hell mesefl! And the Holy Spirit, shall kiss your soul goodbye forever, on your final... wasted... breath!
Emmaleigh then bows her head, holding the rosary over her heart, she presses the mis closer to her lips.
Emmaleigh Shae: Ar n-Athair a tha air nèamh, gu naomhaichear d'ainm.
Zach Davis: Back from commercial, and Oblivion is already in the ring! Thankfully.
Shannan Lerch: Dat entrance. Anyway, match time, here we go!
The bell sounds and Oblivion runs at Shae, bombarding her with clubbing blows. He hits her with several forearms to her back and then throws her across the ring. As she comes back, Oblivion takes her down with a Clothesline before dropping an elbow on her.
Zach Davis: On paper, Oblivion versus someone the size of Emmaleigh Shae might seem like a massacre. But Shae is a fighter, having fought with the best of 'em, so I wouldn't count her out.
Oblivion picks Shae up but she escapes him and switches behind him. He turns and she elbows him right in the face, surprising him. He goes for another Clothesline but she ducks this one; from behind she then grabs him and Bulldogs him into the mat!
Zach Davis: Told you! Shae on the offensive!
Oblivion starts getting back to his feet but Shae stays on the offensive, running at him and hitting him with a Lariat, taking him back down. He starts getting back up once more and this time she runs at him and Spears him down!
Shannan Lerch: She calls that the Absinthe Dream! She might have the victory right here!
She goes for the pin.
NO! Oblivion powers out of it!
Zach Davis: Not going to be that easy to defeat the Hardcore Champion!
Shae grabs his legs and attempts to put him in the Boston Crab.
Shannan Lerch: She calls that the Lord's Prayer! If Oblivion would give up to the Lord's Prayer... wow.
Not now, though. Oblivion kicks her away, slamming her into the turnbuckle. He quickly gets up and then shoulders her repeatedly into it. He lifts her onto the top, grabs her..
Zach Davis: MUSCLEBUSTER!
Indeed, Oblivion hits it!, taking Shae down to the mat! But he doesn't even go for the pin yet. Instead he stomps at her repeatedly, enjoying it.
Shannan Lerch: That damn Oblivion.
He backs up, waiting for Shae to get to her feet. Once she's partway up he runs at her and hits her with a knee lift, causing her to double over in pain. He pulls her in again and lifts her.
Zach Davis: Here comes a Powerbomb.
Once Shae is up, she starts punching Oblivion, hitting him with rights and lefts to his head! The monster falls backwards, with Shae landing on top of him.
No! He kicks out, but Shae is determined. As the Monster starts getting back up she hits him with a Backfist, sending him sprawling into the corner. She then starts kicking him in the face.
Shannan Lerch: Emmaleigh Shae is Facewashing Oblivion in her debut match, wow! What a woman.
This just enrages Oblivion, and eventually he bursts out of the corner, tackling Shae down. He hits her with several rights and lefts, but she manages to get in several shots of her own. Eventually Oblivion goes to pull her up... and she low blows him!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Shae quickly pins Oblivion!
NO! Oblivion kicks out once more!
Zach Davis: After that low blow I really thought Oblivion might've stayed down for the count! Between this and Denise D'Evil, lots of women are after him as of late.
Shannan Lerch: With Sarah Twilight as our World Champion, wouldn't it be amazing to have a female Hardcore Champion too?
Shae perches herself on top as Oblivion gets up, holding his.. nether regions.. in pain. He turns and Shae flies off the top with a Blockbuster!
Zach Davis: CLOVER'S KISS! Could this be it!?
Shae pins the Monster, hooking the leg.
Shannan Lerch: WHAT AN UPSET!
Shae's music hits as she gets to her feet, the referee raising her arm in the air.
Zach Davis: Emmaleigh Shae defeats the Hardcore Champion in her debut!
Zach Davis:What a night so far. I mean the matches that we have seen so far are just as good as the ones that we saw last week at the Pay Per View.
Shannan Lerch: I think you're right there Zach. Each week our show just keeps getting better.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze."Thunder Horse" by Dethklok begins to play, as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down, we see Denise standing at the back of the stage. She starts making her way down the ramp way, and toward the ring.
Zach Davis: What is D'evil doing out here? She's not booked for a match this week!
Shannan Lerch: I think she has something on her mind after that match between her and Oblivion at the Pay Per View two weeks ago.
She makes her way up the ring steps and into the ring. She motions for a mic, as the crowd continues to cheer loudly.
Denise D'evil: I know you're wondering what I'm doing out here, but there is something that I have to do. I know you all remember the match between Oblivion and I at Asesinato De Mayo.
The crowd roars loudly once again, and she starts to pace around the ring.
Denise D'evil: In that match Oblivion thought he broke me, but here I stand before you in one piece, and ready to face him one on one again!
Shannan Lerch: Is she serious?
Zach Davis: I think she is Shannan, and what a match that would be. I mean last week D'evil faced off against Oblivion and his team and I have to say I could fire in her eyes, and she wanted a piece of Oblivion.
The crowd cheers as she turns and faces the stage waiting for Oblivion to show.
Denise D'evil: I know you're back there Oblivion and I know you can hear me. Next week it's going to be you and me, in a Hell in a Cell! There will be no escape for you and this time... You will be the one begging for it to all end!
She tosses the mic down, and slides out of the ring. She starts up the ramp way, and heads toward the back as the crowd cheers loudly at the thought of a Hell in a Cell for the week after.
Shannan Lerch: I wonder if Oblivion will have anything to say about this or will he wait until next week to give his reply?
Zach Davis: I don't know, but this could be the end of Denise D'evil though if she goes through with this match. We'll be back after this.
The lights go dark for a moment, before quick three second snippets of various songs play over the P.A. "Ghosts 'n Stuff" for FPV. "Flashlight" for Orbit. "Am I a Psycho" for Tek. "Do You Wanna Touch" for Ana. And lastly, "The Only One" for Twilight. The crowd is on their feet, as they know what this means. At last, "Bitter End" by The Veer Union hits and the crowd ERUPTS! Tek comes out with his new look and the he starts to walk down the ramp to the stage. He gets in the ring and asks for a microphone.
Tek: As you all just saw. I came out to the music of the greatest stable ever to be in WCF. But, as we all saw certain things happen to now Genesis is dead. Sadly there is no shot at least for now that the members will ever team again to be Genesis. There might be tag team match were two of us team together but as far as anybody sees it that is as far as it goes.
The crowd starts to chant “GENESIS, GENESIS, GENESIS!
Tek: Well to all the members of Genesis it was an awesome time to work and learn from all of you. But, let me point out two members that I want to talk about the most. Now the reason why I am going to point out these two members is simple I have the biggest grudge with them. The first one is the easy choice, and that is STJ… Joe you are still the people champion but how does it feel to have known you had to stab me in the back. We were family but, you showed the Eric Price and his money were more important to you. Well when you and I go one on one in the future, I will make sure you pay for everything. But, Joe you are not number one on this list. See the number one person on this list is the EPPW World Champion Sarah Twilight. Sarah we were Genesis, we were family. You were the one saying “Don’t let Eric win, don’t let Eric and his money put a wedge between us. Then last week in front of the world you did more then put the wedge in between Geneses you drove the dagger in the heart of Genesis and the fans when you took the title and your soul to be Eric’s right hand girl in Eric Price and Co. Now you lost the fan support and the only family you have is the one Eric bought, you think that is a family? Well sooner or later Sarah I am going to get my hands on you and take that world title away from you and your “family.” But, I know Eric will not just hand me a title match, so I will pick out my first victim. Now I will let you all pounder who it is going to be, all I will say is when I attack the main event area well never be the same… That’s not a statement it’s a fact of life.
”Bodies” plays and Tek drops the microphone.
Zach Davis: What a match this could turn out to be. Two former members of Prophecy facing off against one another.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, You actually got something right for a change. I'm sure there will be no love lost in this matchup. Here comes Grave Dancer now.
The lights go dim as sirens begin sounding throughout the arena. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo tron as red Pyrotechnics explode along the runway. Grave Dancer steps through the curtains and makes his way toward the ring with Angel Fyre by his side. He wears a hooded Black robe with Grave Dancer printed on the back in red letters. Angel Fyre is wearing a black evening gown with a very low neckline that shows off her voluptuous breasts. With his head down and the hood over his head he climbs into the ring. After bouncing off the ropes he stands in the middle of the ring and removes his robe. The crowd gasps in awe at they see who is underneath.
Grave Dancer stands in the center of the ring yelling and pointing his finger at Tek. Tek moves to the center of the ring with him and begins screaming back. Tek shoves Grave Dancer backwards and is shoved back even harder by Grave Dancer. Tek shoves him a second time and when Grave Dancer goes to shove back Tek drops to the mat and rolls as Grave Dancer loses his balance and slips forward. tek quickly jumps up and drop kicks Grave Dancer from behind, Sending him flying through the ropes and onto the floor below. Tek climbs to the top rope and waits until Grave Dancer stand up and quickly hits him with an Axe Handle across the forehead. Grave Dancer falls against the steel railing. Tek runs at Grave Dancer and connects with a clothesline that sends Grave Dancer flying over the railing.
Shannan Lerch: It looks like Tek is really taking it to Grave Dancer right away.
Zach Davis: He's been able to use Grave Dancer's size advantage against him so far. He hasn't beaten the big guy yet though. Ouch, That looked like it really hurt!
After sliding in and out of the ring to break up the count. Tek flips Grave Dancer over the railing and Throws him into the steel ring post. Grave Dancer grabs his shoulder and screams out in agony. Tek grabs Grave Dancer and rolls him back into the ring. Tek flips himself over the ropes and onto Grave Dancer. The ref slides in for the count.
No, Grave Dancer is able to power out of it.
Tek picks up Grave Dancer and Irish whips him into the corner. Grave Dancer hits the buckle hard as Tek follows him in and slams into him. Tek grabs Grave Dancer again and attempts to Irish whip him back across the ring. Grave Dancer reverses it and slams Tek into the corner. Grave Dancer catches him as he comes out of the corner and levels him with a powerful clothesline. Grave Dancer stops for a moment to rub his shoulder before bending over to pick up Tek. Tek wraps him up in a small cradle. The ref starts to move in to make the count as Angel Fyre jumps onto the ring apron and yells at the ref. The ref yells for her to get off of the apron when she suddenly pulls her top down. The ref stares at her breasts while in the meantime Voodoo runs out of the audience and slides into the ring. He throws some powdery substance into Teks eyes and clotheslines him on his way back out of the ring. Grave Dancer picks up Tek and throws him out of the ring. Grave Dancer DDT's Tek on the concrete floor and disappears under the ring. He reappears with a table and sets it up alongside the ring. Grave Dancer slips into the ring and back out to break the count before grabbing Tek and placing him on the table. Grave Dancer climbs to the top rope and jumps off........
Tek rolls off at the last second and Grave Dancer slams into the table, Breaking it in two. Both men are down as the ref begins counting them out again. Angel Fyre runs into the ring and acts like she slips as she slams into the ref. Denise D'Evil suddenly appears at ringside and hits Tek with a steel chair as he starts to get to his feet. After he collapses to the floor she walks over and helps Grave Dancer back to his feet and into the ring before disappearing just as quickly as she had come. Grave Dancer regains his composure and slides out of the ring. As Tek gets to his feet Grave Dancer grabs him and connects with a snap suplex onto the floor before picking him up and throwing him into the ring. Grave Dancer climbs to the top rope and connects with a leg drop across the chest of Tek. Grave Dancer goes for the pin as the ref moves into position.
3 No, Tek is able to get the shoulder up just in time.
Shannan Lerch: I have no idea where Tek got the strength to get his shoulder up in time. He must be going on pure instinct.
Zach Davis: He sure has taken a beating with the Angels of Death in full force here tonight.
Grave Dancer picks Tek up across his shoulders and carries him up to the top rope, Almost losing his balance on the way. Retribution, This could be it here as the ref is in perfect position and begins to count.
Grave Dancer has done it. He has defeated Tek!
Ana valentine and Steve orbit sit opposite each other on opposing sides of a small glass table, the warm late afternoon sun lolls in the sky, seagulls flying overhead cast long, distorted shadows on the wooden decking that leads out onto the beach from Ana Valentine's summer home. Ana looks over at Steve who smiles softly at her, Ana looks a little sad, but smiles back. There is a very tiny amount of tension, which is of course to be expected. Ana sighs and leans forward.
Ana Valentine: I know you don't want to talk about this Steve, but I have to tell you I'm sorry....
Orbit makes a hand gesture as though to brush the conversation away. Ana shifts slightly in her seat, leaning forward a little more she cocks her head to the side, her blonde curls tumble to that same side.
Ana Valentine: I mean it, you were there for me honey. Even when I was so caught up in Sarah's web I couldn't think straight... You still believed in me.... No one has ever put their faith in me, but you did and I just shit all over that...
Orbit half shakes his head, he leans forward to meet Ana in the middle and smiles softly at her.
Steve Orbit: Nah baby, it ain't even like that. All of this, it has nothing to do with you and me.... I like you Ana, I see a lot of potential and I wanna help you reach that potential.
Ana flashes one of her huge smiles at Orbit, she slips off the chair and walks around the table, embracing him, hugging him around his shoulders for a moment, she pulls back and sits on the arm of the chair he is seated in, perching on it precariously.
Steve Orbit: A lot of shit has gone down.... And a lot has changed, but not you and me. We're cool baby, don't worry yourself.
Ana Valentine: I know, but I just needed to say it... It was like a giant pink elephant on the room...
Ana rests her hand on Orbit's arm and squeezes gently, she slips off the arm of the chair and wanders over to the edge of her decking, peering out over the ocean and white sands before her she sighs content lay before turning back to Orbit, another smile, smaller but more genuine, on her face.
Ana Valentine: I'm just glad all of that is behind me... That psych eval... All of that shit, I don't think I would have come out the other side of that without you in my corner Steve...
Orbit shrugs her comment off slightly, but a pleased, slightly cocky smile on his lips betrays him. Ana walks over for the large cooler on the deck and retrieves a beer, holding it up to Orbit as an offer, he nods acceptance and she tosses it to him, getting one for herself. She sits back in the chair opposite him as they settle into quiet, comfortable conversation.
Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crüe hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Griffen, GA, standing at 6’ 5”, weighing in at 235 lbs., he is Doc Henry.
The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Ghosts 'n Stuff" by deadmau5 hits the P.A and FPV, signature duster and Genesis T-Shirt, comes out the curtains. He plays to excited crowd like the circus ringmaster, fist bumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fist bump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Atlanta, GA, standing at 5’ 11”, weighing in at 205 lbs., he is the EPPW United States Champion, Frank Patrick Venable, FPV!
FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fist bumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotus position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
The crowd is hot and cheering for both competitors.
Zach Davis: This crowd pumped up tonight for this matchup as we get started here. In one corner, Doc Henry, in the other corner, the United States Champion FPV, this is going to be a great matchup leading to Blast next week live on PPV!
Shannan Lerch: And here we go as both men circle each other around the ring.
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell hits the speaker system as overwhelming boos are heard throughout the arena.
Zach Davis: And what is this now? Why is he coming out here now? Must the whole show revolve around this … individual?
Shannan Lerch: He owns this place, he can do whatever he wants.
Eric Price comes out with microphone in hand walking down the ramp.
Eric Price: All right, cut the music! CUT IT NOW! This match cannot continue!
Crowd boos loudly
Zach Davis: WHAT?! WHY?!
Eric Price: I’m afraid I cannot allow this contest to go on therefore, this match is over! Ring the bell!
The bell is rung at Price’s orders
Eric Price: Now then, thank you Mr. Henry, you and Mary may leave the ring now. Thank you!
Doc Henry and Mary quickly leave the ring as FPV looks infuriated at Eric Price who is now walking into the ring. Doc Henry and Mary make their way up the ramp and to the backstage area.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: I’M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU PEOPLE AGAIN!
Shannan Lerch: Such a disrespectful bunch of individuals tonight.
Eric Price: Now then, Mr. Venable, we can’t have you competing here tonight. In the interest of fairness, of wellness, and of your own safety, I cannot allow you to compete here tonight. You are just not in the right frame of mind for competition. I mean, first you have issues with your friend Steve Orbit. Then your friend Jeff Purse has his girlfriend dump him and then to boot, your good friend, your best friend Sarah Twilight turns on you … it just hasn’t been a good week for you at all. And now, next week you have to lose your US Title to me? You simply cannot be allowed to compete in such a fragile state of mind therefore I am allowing you to have the week off so you can relax and mentally prepare for your loss.
Eric Price grins at FPV who looks positively livid at him at this point
FPV: You know, you are a *beep*ing asshole, you know that?! YOU ARE A NO GOOD MOTHER*beep*NG ASSHOLE!
Crowd cheers loudy
FPV: I swear that next week you bastard, you are not going to walk out with my US Title, I will retain it for the fans of WCF and to show you that you are nothing but a pathetic, weak minded individual who can’t win anything by himself, piss pants.
Eric looks angered at these comments
Crowd: Pee pee Price, pee pee Price, pee pee Price!
Eric Price: Oh yeah, you think that’s real funny don’t you! HUH, I SUPPOSE ALL OF YOU ARE LAUGHING? I’ll tell you what’s not funny, what’s not funny is when Sarah spit right in your face! You trusted her, you supported her, you helped her and now, you realize it was all for nothing.
About 10 security guards come from the back at this time and quickly get into the ring to restrain FPV. Another guard grabs the US Title and hands it to Eric Price who grabs and looks at the title quite proudly as FPV can barely contain his anger at this point.
Eric Price: You see this title right here, this match we’re having next week is just a formality. Sure, I could strip you of the title but what fun would that be … no no, you and I need to square off because I’m sick and tired of all the nonsense I hear from you, how you can beat me, how I can never beat you, it’s just the deluded words of an overconfident pissant. And trust me on this Franky … next week, much like Genesis ended last week, your title reign will end and EPPW will have a new United States Champion, a champion with class, with integrity, ethics, and morals in yours truly Mr. Eric Price. And you Mr. Venable, you might be in the unemployment line if you don’t do the right thing.
FPV: *beep* you!
Eric looks enraged again
Eric Price: Is that right?
Eric takes the title as the guards all hold FPV up and he runs and hits FPV in the head with the US Title!
Zach Davis: Oh my God, come on now, FPV was defenseless, it took 10 guys to hold him back as Eric Price picked his spot! This is sick!
Eric Price looks over FPV’s carcass on the canvas and chuckles a little.
Eric Price: YOU’RE NOT LAUGHING NOW ARE YOU?! YOU’RE NOT LAUGHING NOW!
Zach Davis: What a sick, heinous human being. Earlier tonight, we saw the complete destruction of Skyler Striker who was fired and now Eric Price throwing his weight around threatening FPV, hitting him with the title and saying that if he does not do the right thing next week, then he’s fired. What the hell is the right thing in his mind?
Eric Price starts making his way to the back as “You Know My Name” starts playing over the speaker system as loud boos encompass the arena. FPV is left in the ring laid out on the canvas as Price throws the title at him like a piece of trash.
Shannan Lerch: Well, the right thing would be for FPV to surrender the US Title to him and give it to the rightful champion, Mr. Price!
Zach Davis: That’s a load of bull and you know it. This is nothing but pure ego on the part of our new owner who wants to throw his weight around and make himself the focus of everything. He’s a no good evil bastard, an unconscionable human being who deserves nothing but to be brutally beaten next week and I know FPV, next week, Eric Price will get his and it’s not going to be pretty!
Shannan Lerch: I’ll tell you this, you’re going to eat those words Zach and FPV … he might just be looking for a welfare check very soon.
Eric Price is shown backstage walking around as John Gobble immediately approaches him rather angered by having his rematch cancelled.
John Gobble: Why did you cancel my rematch?!
Eric Price: Whoa easy, calm down. First off, remember, I’m your boss, you need to show me respect.
John Gobble: *Gobble gobble*, why did you cancel my rematch?
Price looks at Gobble a bit oddly
Eric Price: Umm … you alright?
John Gobble: Yeah, I’m fine.
Eric Price: Well, the reason your rematch was cancelled is simple, I was looking over your contract, which I have right here as your contract is an interesting piece of work and it seems that if there’s a pie present in your match or in the arena of your match on the night you lose the title as you did last week, then your rematch clause is revoked.
John Gobble: What kind of nonsense is that?
Eric Price: Hey, apparently it is the "Do You Remember that Episode Lucy Ball Got a Pie to the Face, That Was a Good Episode" clause...hmmm...It’s your contract, I don’t know why it’s so specific but it is therefore your rematch cannot take place. Don't blame me, blame the old management not me.
John Gobble: But it’s my title, I want it back! He is going to ruin all the work I put into it. He is just some dweed, I AM TELEVISION. *buk buk*
Eric Price: That’s great, earn it. Prove to me you deserve to have that title back!
John Gobble: Fine, I will.
John walks off as Eric notices him move both his feet back twice like a turkey and just shakes his head wondering what has happened to the former TV Champion.
"Evil Ways" by Blues Saraceno starts playing as a Texas flag flies on the jumbotron and then the picture becomes a burning Alamo. Out steps Adam Young in black and red pants with black boots. He is wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with a Texas Flag on it that reads "Don't Tread on Us". He walks towards the ring giving some of the fans high fives. The fans start a "BTJ" chant as he stops and salutes the fans. He gets to the ring and throws up the horns and slides into the ring. He climbs the second turnbuckle and takes his t-shirt off and then throws it into the crowd.
Zach Davis: And now we have a match for the … I can’t believe I’m going to say this, EPPW People’s Title.
Shannan Lerch: That’s right as Steeltoe Joe will defend his title tonight against the man that’s in the ring right now, Adam Young.
The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously “Radioactive” By Imagine Dragons begins to play through the audio systems. The Entrance Gate area and Stage begin to flicker with White lights and neon blue flashes mixed in the flickers. Fog fills the gate area as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the Fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who once cheered him... Booing him as loud as they can. You can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor." Joe walks slowly and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall and it is for the EPPW People’s Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from Abilene, TX, standing at 6’ 4”, weighing in at 235 lbs, he is “The Savior” Adam Young.
Crowd gives a mixed reaction
Zach Davis: Mixed reaction tonight, we are emanating from Sydney, Australia so it is to be expected.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Stockton, CA standing at 6’ 5”, weighing in at 272 pounds, he is the EPPW People’s Champion, “The Holy Flame” Steeltoe Joe!
Crowd bood loudly
Zach Davis: And the fans really hate Steeltoe Joe here tonight, no surprise due to him turning his back on them two months ago to join Satan himself.
Shannan Lerch: Please, he’s a great People’s Champion.
Shannan Lerch: And we have STJ and Young approach either immediately and STJ immediately slaps the taste out of Young’s face.
Zach Davis: STJ looking to assert himself from the get go in this match up. And Young is not going to take it as he just smiles but surprises STJ with a DDT.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, this early into the matchup and cover!
Zach Davis: But a kickout from STJ. Looks like Young wanted to end this matchup quickly and get STJ out of the way. STJ however I don’t think is going to allow this as he has a loss to avenge from last week.
As STJ is down from the DDT and looks almost out, Young decides to go up to the top rope to try for a Swan Dive Headbutt.
Zach Davis: And looks like Young is going to up high here, taking a risk. I don’t know about this. The crowd is in awe here.
Shannan Lerch: And he connects with STJ but can he take advantage. Young rolls over and cover!
Zach Davis: And no, STJ kicks out. Young looking to put STJ away very early in this match up as STJ is still kind of out of it. The crowd not happy as Joe has been on everyone’s hit list for a while now.
Crowd: You sold out! You sold out! You sold out!
STJ slowly gets up and goes to the corner of the ring. Look of surprise on his face. He raises his hand up for the crowd and they boo him as loudly as they can.
Shannan Lerch: These people don’t show him the respect he so richly deserves. But Young is now running toward STJ, going to try and clothesline him in the corner here.
Zach Davis: STJ just turning around and barely avoid being hit by Young as Young gets a face full of turnbuckle. STJ quickly takes advantage and he locks in at the waist, a suplex to Young! Cover!
Zach Davis: And Young barely kicks out of that one. A strong showing from STJ in the early going of this match. He definitely wants the win but more than that, he wants to prove to Young that last week was a fluke.
Shannan Lerch: Normally, I don’t agree with whatever you say but you have a good point there.
Zach Davis: Young is still down right now as STJ is getting up, he’s grabbing Young by the head and is applying a neck lock to him. He’s really trying to wear Young down here.
Shannan Lerch: And Young appears to slowly be fading. Look at his face, it’s almost purple. The referee now checking on him.
Zach Davis: Lifting his arm and no, Young is still in this! He’s hanging on here. Elbow to STJ, and another elbow to the gut of STJ here as he’s forced to break the hold. Young dragging himself as fast as he can to the ropes for leverage.
Shannan Lerch: And Young now getting himself up as he looks to be on the attack. He goes after STJ but oh no, STJ lowers the ropes and Young goes over. And now a grin on the face of STJ.
STJ raises his hand with a grin on his face here as Young is down on the outside.
Zach Davis: The crowd is solidly against Joe here as he is dominating this matchup currently.
Shannan Lerch: Both men have been very resilient thus far but STJ really has had a better showing tonight.
Shannan Lerch: I think STJ wants to send a clear message to the Big Time Jerks by beating the hell out of Young here tonight.
Zach Davis: Young regrouping and he’s back in the ring. STJ now landing an elbow to Young in the gut over and over trying to wear him down and Young has not really been able to get almost any offense in this matchup. STJ really continuing to take it to Young here and looks like he’s grabbing him by the torso to set him up for the Steel-Mill.
Shannan Lerch: But Young knows it’s coming, he’s fighting back and manages to power out and push STJ away toward the ropes. STJ coming back however and grabbing the torso again, STJ elbows Young in the gut this time and turns him around and the Steel-Mill is now locked in on Young.
Zach Davis: Young in tremendous pain here but he manages to push STJ away by elbowing him and then manages to get to the bottom rope. The referee the instructs STJ to keep his distance.
Referee: 1. 2. 3. 4.
Zach Davis: And STJ finally backs off just barely before a count of 5, he needs to be careful to not disqualify himself here otherwise he will not be able to attain a win here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: I think STJ is trying to do the damage to Young as much as he can here as he really craves that win.
Zach Davis: Young recovering here as the referee forces STJ to step back. Young is getting up and STJ is trying to sneak by but Young meets him first with a hit right to the face. STJ responds with another strike to Young’s face. These men trading blows here, one after the other and it looks like Young is getting the upper hand here. And STJ is a bit out of it here. Young grabs STJ and bam, DDT, nails another DDT on STJ.
Shannan Lerch: Cover!
Zach Davis: And STJ manages to get his shoulder up. This has been a one sided contest so far but Young showing why he is a strong competitor!
Shannan Lerch: Young really being pushed to his limit.
Zach Davis: Joe is really pushing Young to the limit here but at the same time, Young proving himself to be a hell of a competitor.
Shannan Lerch: The Holy Flame is on a roll.
Zach Davis: And Young is going to try and finish STJ off. STJ is down on the mat, Young waiting for STJ to get back to a vertical base to set him up for “The End”!
Shannan Lerch: Young going for it and wait, STJ dodges it! He manages to avoid being hoisted up.
Zach Davis: Looks like he’s going for the Baptism as he grabs Young and YES, he manages to connect!
Shannan Lerch: Yes! And is he going for the cover, yes!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still the EPPW People’s Champion, “The Holy Flame”, Steeltoe Joe!
Shannan Lerch: And STJ getting a win for himself and remaining the EPPW People’s Champion, this crowd however is not happy.
Zach Davis: Admittedly, he earned this victory tonight but this crowd certainly letting him have it as you can hear the overwhelming boos for him but fact remains, he is still the People’s Champion here in this company.
STJ is holding up the title in the middle of the ring when the lights go out.
Shannan Lerch: What the hell?
Zach Davis: Did the new boss Eric Price forget to pay the bill?
Shannan Lerch: No he paid it he as the money to pay it like hundred times.
Shannan Lerch: JOE BEHIND YOU LOOK!!!
Zach Davis: Who is that?
STJ turns around and the man in black throws a right hand and hits STJ in the face Joe is stunned and is backed to the ropes. The masked man runs and grabs Joe and tries to whip him to the other ropes but Joe reverses it and whips the masked man to the ropes and then lands a clothesline on the masked man. Joe picks the man up and is going for The Baptism the masked man reverse is and lands a DDT. The masked man stands up and looks down at STJ. The masked man picks STJ up and hits a jumping STO. The crowd cheers.
Shannan Lerch: Where is EPPW security at this masked man is attacking one of our champions. Who is this punk?
Zach Davis: I think I know after that move.
Shannan Lerch: Than who is it mister smart guy?
Zach Davis: It looks like he is about to show us all but, if I am right this will be huge.
Shannan Lerch: Come on masked man the crowd and I want to see who you are.
???: I told you I would show you all who my victim was going to be and I told you all sooner than later I would take what I want and from who I want. STJ I want my title back. The masked man drops the microphone.
Zach Davis: OH MY I AM NOW SURE WHO IT IS!!!
Shannan Lerch: WHO ARE YOU?!
Zach Davis: I KNEW IT!!
Shannan Lerch: Why is he doing this?
Tek takes the title and lays it on STJ. Tek picks up the microphone again.
Tek: Joe, see you and my title soon have a BLAST!!!
“Bodies” play and Tek leaves the ring and goes up the ramp…
Shannan Lerch: He can’t do that he is in place to demand a match with the champion.
Zach Davis: I don’t think he cares but I think he implied that he wants a title match at Blast. EPPW officials if you want my vote let this happen.
Shannan Lerch: EPPW officials don’t make this happen Tek blindsided STJ.
“The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system of the Acer Arena once again as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!” and once again the boos FILL the arena.
Zach Davis: Eric Price out here yet again. The man just can't get enough of himself. We've been promised answers here tonight, and so far, we've been no closer to getting them. I suppose we're going to have to sit through another one of Eric's diatribes.
Shannan Lerch: Show some respect. Mr. Price has many important announcements to make concerning the betterment of our great company.
Zach Davis: You mean the complete and utter destruction of it.
Eric Price steps out with a huge smile on his face as the EPPW World Title remains draped around his shoulder. He’s still wearing the clearly expensive and well pressed black suit with a dark green shirt and tie that he began the night with.
Zach Davis: Ugh. I don't want to see any more of him tonight.
Shannan Lerch: Well, you'd better get used to it or find yourself a new job.
Eric extends his arm to his side and a ring hand delivers him a microphone immediately. The crowd just boos and yells at him. Eric ignores it and begins to speak anyway.
Eric Price: Yes yes, I know. Everyone is so very excited to hear from our beloved World Champion, Sarah Twilight.
The boos grow even LOUDER.
Eric Price: And believe me, she will deliver her answer to you. However, there is a piece of business that must be addressed before that can happen.
Zach Davis: Who is he going to toss his weight around on now?
Shannan Lerch: Shhh. Let him speak. The people want to hear what he has to say. Not your blabbering.
Eric Price smiles as he looks all around the arena at the crowd who are still booing like mad.
Eric Price: This of course is the naming of EPPW's new CEO, as well as our Vice President of Human Resources!
More boos from the crowd.
Eric Price: Now then, we won't hesitate another minute. Without further adieu ...
Zach Davis: Oh great, what now?
Shannan Lerch: This is so exciting! I wonder who it could be.
Zach Davis: Hitler? Satan? I bet he has the devil on speed dial.
Eric looks to the entrance ramp, as does the crowd, who are still not happy. Eric again takes the microphone up.
Eric Price: It is with great pleasure that I introduce to you someone with integrity, with core moral values and who is a shining example of honesty. A person who brings forth great leadership and who I am proud to name an addition to my executive staff. I now give to you the NEW CEO of Eric Price Pro Wrestling ... as well as the NEW Vice President of Human Resources ...
There is a drum roll as Eric pauses. The crowd just growing more furious.
Zach Davis: Come on already just get it over with you sick bastard!
Shannan Lerch: Hey now. Mr. Price just wants to ensure this is done properly. This is a huge occasion.
The drum roll continues...longer than necessary and of course this just angers the crowd more. Finally the symbols crash and Eric finishes his statement.
Eric Price: The EPPW World Heavyweight Champion ... "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Zach Davis: OH..MY..GOD!
Shannan Lerch: YES! THIS IS GREAT!
The crowd IMMEDIATELY boos as a spotlight centers on the stage in front of the entrance. A slow, quiet melody begins to increase in volume as the words THE ONLY ONE are displayed on the video wall. The opening chords begin and an evil, almost satanic voice begins speaking.
"Bound at every limb by the shackles of fear"
"Sealed with lies through so many tears"
"Lost from within, pursuing the end."
"I'll fight for the chance to be lied to again."
The cameras begin panning the crowd, capturing their faces with looks of disdain, betrayal, sadness, disappointment, anger and hopelessness as the unfamiliar theme continues.
"You will never be strong enough."
"You will never be good enough."
"You were never conceived in love."
"You will not rise above."
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into high gear. "Lies" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY at the sight of her. There is no expression on her face as she just walks down the ramp, not caring any at all about the hostile reaction she was receiving.
"They'll never see."
"I'll never be."
"I've struggled on and on to feed this hunger..."
"Burning deep inside of me."
Zach Davis: Will you listen to this? This is nothing more but a slap in the face to the fans! They've been betrayed, they've been stabbed in the back and Sarah Twilight just adding fuel to the fire here tonight... and she hasn't yet said a word. What a cold, uncaring bitch!
Shannan Lerch: Sarah Twilight made the right choice. There is no two ways about it. And tonight, she is going to enlighten everyone as to her motives. That is actually very kind of her as she does not need to give an explanation for her actions at all.
Zach Davis: Are you kidding me? She owes every person in this arena, every person watching at home, Jeff Purse, the former members of Genesis...everyone. She owes them an explanation for her reprehensible actions last week and earlier tonight!
She reaches the ring steps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, just standing there, staring out at the crowd as their boos become even LOUDER.
"Rest in me and I'll comfort you."
"I have lived and have died for you."
"Abide in me and I vow to you..."
"I will never forsake you."
The music dies down and this Sydney crowd is just going full on strong with the boos. Chants begin to ring out and it becomes clear that this crowd is so pissed off, they don't even WANT to hear from Sarah.
Crowd: SHONKY BITCH! SHONKY BITCH! SHONKY BITCH! SHONKY BITCH! SHONKY BITCH!
Crowd: SARAH SUCKS! SARAH SUCKS! SARAH SUCKS! SARAH SUCKS! SARAH SUCKS!
Eric once again takes this opportunity to speak OVER the crowd whereas Sarah remains unphased by their hatred.
Eric Price: YOU SHOW THE WORLD CHAMPION AND YOUR NEW CEO SOME RESPECT!
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight now the CEO of ... and this sickens me to say but the new CEO of EPPW. It was also announced that she is the Vice President of Human Resources. How is it that the World Champion is given a position like that?!
Shannan Lerch: Because Eric Price is a fair and honest man. She has worked hard and shown her value to this company. It makes perfect sense that she should handle such affairs.
The crowd just continues to boo and more chants ring out telling Eric to "shut up." Eric however, just continues to talk over them.
Eric Price: By the way, I do not want to take any more time from our GREAT World Champion. But I have been waiting all nice to enjoy this honor, Sarah.
He takes the EPPW World Championship in his free hand and looks at Sarah, grinning.
Eric Price: It is an honor and a privilege to be able to official crown you the EPPW World Heavyweight Champion. I know you will bring such honor and such prestige to this company as you carry this championship proudly. WCF is no more, and from here on out, this WILL be known as the EPPW World Championship.
He hands the title over to Sarah in a symbolic crowning. Sarah takes hold of the championship and holds it skyward to an elevation of even more boos. Eric hands her the microphone as he simply retreats to the corner, applauding and listening on. The boos just continue and the crowd starts to elevate again as in an attempt to not allow her to speak. However, she simply ignores them.
Sarah Twilight: This display of ignorance does not surprise me.
Zach Davis: We wants answers dammit!
Shannan Lerch: Well shut the hell up then. She's speaking. Have some respect!
Sarah glances around at the crowd, shaking her head in disgust. Now, after an entire week of silence and a complete lack of emotion for this entire evening, she shows some signs of her demeanor.
Sarah Twilight: It's always the same with you people. Expecting something. Expecting someone to rescue you from your shallow, insignificant lives.
The crowd just continues to boo and chant. Sarah takes a slow pace around the ring, taking her time to look out at the crowd, listening to the hatred they are pouring out onto her now .. and she seems to enjoy it. As if it was even humorous to her.
Sarah Twilight: I see nothing but sheep. Meaningless, pathetic SHEEP! Lining yourselves for slaughter ... and when you finally get to the chopping block, you ask yourselves why?
Sarah points out at the crowd as she continues to berate them, even pointing at Zach Davis as she continues mockingly.
Sarah Twilight: I certainly could not expect any of you to be intelligent enough to figure this out. All week you've proven every word I speak. The SHEEP have lined up and asked "Why Sarah? Why?"
She again shakes her head with complete disdain for the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: You should be asking yourselves why? You should be asking yourselves why it is that you continue to cling to hope ... where there is none. Ask yourselves why it is that when each of your heroes fail you, you just move onto the next insignificant stain upon life and expect a different outcome? Ask yourselves why your heroes constantly fail you? The answer is simple ... because you are meaningless sheep who have been conditioned to accept whatever you are fed. You looked but were blind and did not notice that the troff was full with meat and not grain, and that a wolf resided among you.
The crowd boos even more as Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch are just listening on with everyone else at this point. Eric Price is nearly beside himself with joy as Sarah continues to speak.
Sarah Twilight: I told every last one of you from the beginning. EVERY last one that I was not your hero. Yet you chose to believe what was comforting to you.
She smirks as she looks among the crowd. And they are LIVID.
Sarah Twilight: Despite the fact that I have destroyed ALL of your heroes. Despite taking each of your dreams and CRUSHING them, you looked to me for your purpose. You placed all of your hopes and your dreams in the palm of my hand and all it took was the flash of a smile to convince you that you belonged. That once again you had put your faith and your trust into someone who would carry your worthless and pathetic asses as a BURDEN and sacrifice for you. For YOU? ... YOU?
Sarah Twilight: How predictable that you idiots backed the WRONG HORSE yet again. Not only did you shower me with your love and your praise ... you did so after I repeatedly ... REPEATEDLY told you that I was exactly the same as I have always been. Each week you'd line up in droves to get a glimpse, and hope and pray and beg and plead with me for one of my tee shirts as I walked out here. How PATHETIC!
She grins, glancing over at Eric. The crowd is just beyond upset at this point.
Sarah Twilight: Oh, and I obliged. Sure, I gave you what you wanted. You wanted to belong. You wanted to feel special. Every last one of you who bought my shirts and the little brats who begged for them at ringside can ALL look at those shirts and understand EXACTLY what it reads back at you ... that YOU DON'T MATTER! You don't matter to me, you don't matter to Eric, you don't matter to ANYONE.
Crowd: SELL-OUT! SELL-OUT! SELL-OUT! SELL-OUT! SELL-OUT! SELL-OUT!
Zach Davis: I am utterly appalled at what I am hearing right now. This is just completely disgusting. How can she say these things? These fans have supported her every step of the way and she tells them that they don't matter?
Shannan Lerch: She has a point though. She said from day one she was no one's hero and yet they still blindly followed her. They only have themselves to blame for being disappointed.
Sarah is in the ring damn near laughing hysterically at the crowd as they continue to chant at her.
Sarah Twilight: Chant that all you want you pathetic twits. The fact is, YOU are the hypocrites. You cheered and you screamed and you LOVED it when I was going to cut out Eric's tongue. You loved every moment ... every barbaric act that was inflicted upon him during abject humiliation. You cheered when I damn near CRIPPLED Famine of the Vile and your BLOOD LUST was satisfied when I inflicted pain upon individuals like Nathan von Liebert and Benjamin Atreyu.
The crowd is just continuing to be rowdy and don't even want to hear her anymore at this point. Of course, she doesn't care.
Sarah Twilight: And then, when it is Jeff Purse or Skyler Striker who suffer my wrath you claim that I am the one who has betrayed you? I have told you EXACTLY who I am and what I stand for from the beginning. It is your ignorance and your need to compensate for your own miserable, worthless lives that brought this about. You search for someone who holds significance, someone who is everything that NONE of YOU will EVER BE! You do this to placate yourselves in the delusion that MY achievements, MY success somehow contributes to yours. You assume that you share in MY glory. And you do not. None of you have accomplished anything. You imagine yourselves as something you can NEVER be ... important. I create moments that will live on forever. You sit there and wallow in self pity because I dispatched another one of your "heroes."
There are many more boos from the crowd, and the trash throwing begins yet again. Sarah just ignores it and continues on.
Sarah Twilight: But why Jeff Purse? Why did I "turn on him?" Again, the ignorance of that question only further showcases the sheep mentality you all share.
Sarah paces the ring again as Eric is still grinning and has not stopped since she began.
Sarah Twilight: You are looking at the GREATEST professional wrestler to ever GRACE this ring and you ask me why I attacked Jeff Purse?
Zach Davis: We have a right to know. Stop tiptoeing around and just answer the damn question!
Shannan Lerch: You are just as ignorant as these fools, Zach. It's obvious why she did what she did.
Zach Davis: Oh yeah? Then why?
Shannan Lerch: Uh....shhh she's about to tell us.
Sarah Twilight: The answer has been in front of your faces the entire time and yet you've ignored it.
She smirks as she looks toward the video wall. Everyone's attention is now drawn there as some footage begins to play.
~ FOOTAGE- Slam- October 14 2012 ~
Zach Davis: Even seeing all of this as one piece, it doesn't bring me any closer to figuring this out. I can only assume we are about to find out what all of this has meant though.
Shannan Lerch: This may have been the night that all of these signs have been pointing to.
As everyone continues to focus on the video screen, images are again displayed. Crucifixes dripping in blood. Flashes of champions, fallen in combat. Wicked idols intermittently mingle with quickened flashing of old churches. Thunder and lightning crackle and rumble across the screen.
"They were many, upon the white horses. Shield and sword in their grasp. Valiantly they marched into combat. Though one by one, they fell upon their swords in the face of evil."
Zach Davis: This is where you really started to believe we had some clues being given. But I still couldn't tell you what they mean.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah--I'm lost as well.
"But when the rider on the black horse stepped foot upon the battlefield alongside the white horses, the souls of the tormented cried with angst, "Vengeance shall be ours!" The face of evil could not look upon itself without fear. And so the riders upon the white horses stood once more."
The screen displays images of a battlefield. Many valiant heroes fallen at the hands of the wicked. We focus on a path leading into the battle and we can hear the hoof-beats of a horse, slowly walking into battle. The shadow of its rider cast upon the worn down soil. But we are unable to see the rider itself.
"The face of retribution wears no mask and shall be known by its enemies."
"The wicked shall pay consequence for their transgressions."
The words fade out once more as the hands of a clock begin to turn on the screen. Slowly ticking away.
~ We return live to Slam - June 23 2013~
Zach Davis: I ... I don't understand this at all. This was back in October just before Sarah returned to the company to do battle with the Church of Dark Saints. What does this have to do with Jeff Purse?
Shannan Lerch: Oh I still remember that. Creeped me the hell out!
Sarah Twilight: I'm sure you all remember that. You were all SO happy to jump on the bandwagon, weren't you? Jeff, you remember it don't you? How about this Jeff? Do you remember this?
The crowd is stunned by now and no one is exactly sure what is going on.
~ FOOTAGE - Helloween - Oct 28th 2012 - Hellimination Match ~
Purse enters the ring and grabs Price, spins him around, and punches him right in the head!
Zach Davis: YEAH!
Huge pop for that! Price hits the mat and gets back up, not believing that Purse is attacking the referee. As Price gets back to his feet, Jeff Purse goes for The Spoke!
Shannan Lerch: NO! ERIC PRICE CATCHES THE LEG!
Eric Price spins Purse around and hits him with the Reversal of Fortune!
Zach Davis: Reversal of Fortune, indeed!
Twilight senses an opportunity and quickly pins Purse, hooking his leg. And, predictably, this is probably Price's fastest count of the night.
Shannan Lerch: And with that, Pantheon has been eliminated!
~ END FOOTAGE - Return live to Slam June 23 2013~
Zach Davis: Wait a damn minute here!
Shannan Lerch: Ohhhh this is getting good!
Zach Davis: No, this can't be. It just can't!
Sarah Twilight: That not quite doing it for you, Jeff? How about this?
~ FOOTAGE - ONE - JAN 6 2013 - World Title Match ~
Durnham checks on the two men and gets little response. He makes his way back up into the ring and begins to count both men out.
Eric and Jeff begin to stir, crawling away from the debris, but very slowly. Both men aching and trying to make it back into the ring. Eric removes some broken pieces of wood from his way carefully. Jeff struggles to push the steps away from himself so he can get out of the mess.
Eric reaches up, grabbing the apron, trying to pull himself into the ring. Jeff does the same on the other side of the steps. Meanwhile, Sarah is making it back to her feet, unaware of what is going on.
Neither man makes it into the ring in time. The crowd is booing like mad.
Zach Davis: What the hell?
Shannan Lerch: I think...they've both just been counted out?
Durnham calls for the bell.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen...both participants in this match have been counted out. As a result this match is a DRAW! However, the World Championship may only change hands via pinfall or submission...
Steel pauses finishing the announcement as Sarah makes her way back into the ring and is having some words with Durnham. Meanwhile, Eric Price has a look of complete shock on his face hearing that the match had ended in a double count out.
Zach Davis: Is the match over? I don't get it.
Shannan Lerch: Well Twilight was the official for the match. I think we're getting that now.
Sarah shakes her head at Durnham and waves him off. He shrugs and heads out from the ring. She calls Kyle over to the side of the ring. After a few moments he nods his head and returns to his place near the time keeper to make the announcement.
Kyle Steel: I have just been informed that this match....WILL CONTINUE!!!
The crowd erupts once again as Price and Purse now make their way gingerly back into the ring.
Zach Davis: That was a good call by Twilight. Ending this match on a double count out was simply not the right thing to do. Durnham should have known better. You have to give some leniency in a championship defense.
Shannan Lerch: This is insane! Twilight could have just screwed Eric Price by allowing Durnham's decision to stand. I cannot believe this match is going to continue!
Zach Davis: I think it is safe to say there will be no excuses on either side when this thing is said and done.
~SLIGHTLY LATER IN THE MATCH~
Purse back to his feet, Price back to his feet. Both men still very shaky and staggering. Eric with a hard fist. Jeff returns one of his own. They exchange lefts and rights over and over again. Purse gains an advantage and has Price reeling. He sends a roundhouse up at Price, and it's ducked! Price secures his grip and hoists Purse up for the Ca$h Flow! But Purse manages to wiggle free and slides off. Price turns around and is taken down with a jawbreaker. Purse to the turnbuckle once more. He climbs up and leaps off for The Deflator! He CRASHES into Eric Price who pulled up his knees just in time! Jeff clutches his abdomen, writhing in pain on the canvas and Price is up. He hauls Jeff to his feet to add the final exclamation point as he NAILS the Reversal of Fortune! Jeff is down and OUT. Sarah slides into position.
She glares up at Price for a split second before bring her hand down.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and NEW WCF World Heavyweight Champion.....ERIC PRICE!!!!
The crowd is BOOING like crazy having to relive the moment that Eric Price became World Champion. Eric is in the corner, a single tear in his eye that he wipes away remembering his proud moment.
Sarah Twilight: I think we might need to see that again. Perhaps a little slower this time.
~SLO-MO FOOTAGE END OF WORLD TITLE MATCH FROM ONE~
He hauls Jeff to his feet to add the final exclamation point as he NAILS the Reversal of Fortune! Jeff is down and OUT. Sarah slides into position.
She glares up at Price for a split second before bring her hand down. In the slow motion version of the footage, we see Sarah wink at Eric as she looks at him.
~END SLO-MO FOOTAGE~
The Sydney crowd is completely losing it now and the throw even MORE trash in the ring and are just completely pissed by now.
Zach Davis: I don't even believe what I'm seeing...why? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
Shannan Lerch: This has to be the greatest thing I have ever seen. To think, I never trusted her. Sarah, you are a shining example for us ALL!
Zach Davis: Oh shut the hell up!
Sarah is standing in the ring, reveling in it all as the crowd is PAST their breaking point and are just disgusted with the entire situation.
Sarah Twilight: So now ... you know WHAT has been going on. But you fucking morons want to know why? Why has ALL of this happened.
Sarah Twilight: You know, you all are so dense it's pathetic.
A few fans try to hop the guard rail and get to the ring to go after Sarah. Security contains them immediately. Sarah shakes her head, still laughing.
Sarah Twilight: Completely worthless. AGAIN, as I was saying. The question for the ignorant lingers ... why?
The crowd unloads more anger at her.
Crowd: FUCK YOU BITCH! FUCK YOU BITCH! FUCK YOU BITCH! FUCK YOU BITCH!
Sarah simply talks over them.
Sarah Twilight: When I showed up to that pathetic EXCUSE for a wrestling organization last March, I made it clear that one thing and one thing only was going to happen. That I would become the World Champion.
She once again takes the EPPW World Championship and holds it skyward to even more boos and chants.
Sarah Twilight: In my third week here I took your "precious" champion Jonny Fly to limits he had never experienced before in his life. He saw that glimpse of the future and it scared the living SHIT out of him! He knew that his days were OVER the moment I stepped foot in the ring.
Crowd: YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST!
She continues to talk over them.
Sarah Twilight: WHEN he BARELY escaped with victory, despite assuming that defending his championship against a woman, and someone he deemed a rookie would be a fucking cake walk ... he thought he had escaped the inevitable fact that I would break him and take the World Championship for myself.
Zach Davis: Oh give me a break! Jonny Fly defeated her fair and square. Accept the facts, Sarah.
Shannan Lerch: I remember her version of things. Jonny Fly barely escaped with his belt. Go watch the tapes.
Zach Davis: Was it a good match? Sure. Does it change anything her spewing this nonsense? No!
Sarah Twilight: But that wasn't the case, oh no. Because just a week later, I had again decimated the worthless competition placed in my path and found myself the number one contender once again ... How "convenient" that Corey Black's XIII just happened to take place before my rematch.
Zach Davis: What the hell is she insinuating now?
Shannan Lerch: Actually, I'm not sure.
Sarah Twilight: And WHERE did Jonny Fly, Corey Black and Jay Price end up? That's right ... all of them wound up becoming the "best of friends" in the ranks of the now defunct Pantheon.
There are some cheers for Pantheon but mostly boos continue.
Sarah Twilight: Face the facts, sheep. Corey Black saved his FRIEND Jonny Fly from being humiliated by ME by making sure that Jay Price was added into the mix because Jonny Fly knew that I would DESTROY him after our first encounter. Everything went just as they had scripted. First chance the two of them got, they got me just far enough from Fly that Jay Price tapped like the BITCH that he is and ensured that his good pal Jonny Fly would have another reign as champion.
HUGE boos from the crowd directed at Sarah.
Zach Davis: Oh that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!
Shannan Lerch: That makes sense! It makes total sense!
Zach Davis: ...
Sarah Twilight: And it was there backstage that I met a man who was overlooked by all of you. Someone who had the intelligence and the foresight to know that he was looking at the BEST THING to EVER happen to this business. And that man was Eric Price.
HUGE spike in boos.
Sarah Twilight: With the corruption of Pantheon poisoning everything about what was the Wrestling Championship Federation, we decided to play the Pantheon at their own game.
Eric is rubbing his hands together like a diabolical mastermind as Sarah just glares out at various points in the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: I waited patiently for the right moment. And all of you SHEEP welcomed me with open arms as you BLINDLY followed Pantheon into the end of 2012. You all drooled and you swooned over Jeff Purse and you cried when the facade he presented you with had come to an end.
She paces back and forth a few times, her eyes narrowed as she simply looks down at the canvas before continuing.
Sarah Twilight: And how predictable the Pantheon were. Jonny Fly abusing his authority in an attempt to force Eric Price to defend the World Championship against Purse yet again. In a PATHETIC attempt to continue the undeserved attention of a group of egotistical, self serving bastards!
MORE boos from the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: Meanwhile, as usual those of us who have EARNED our place are ignored in favor of the self righteous. So when I saw Jeff walking backstage that January night, contemplating how he and Pantheon would again ascend to undeserved power. To amass glory that they have not EARNED ... I ran him down. I took from you Jeff what Pantheon has tried to take from me for over a year. I took your spot, Jeff. Because I EARNED IT and you have earned NOTHING!
The crowd is again stunned and even MORE pissed at this point. Sarah is completely filled with hate as she speaks.
Zach Davis: Wait WHAT?! Sarah Twilight ran down Jeff Purse? How sick! She even visited him in the hospital and pretended to be his friend! What a sick and twisted woman!
Shannan Lerch: This has to be the most devious plot I have ever heard of. It's BRILLIANT!
Zach Davis: You condone this? She put the man out of action for MONTHS! She nearly ended his LIFE!
Shannan Lerch: He should have got in line like everyone else.
Sarah Twilight: It was too easy, Jeff. You are just like these people...nothing but a sheep. You left everything in your life behind because I batted my eyelashes at you. You chose to believe what you wanted to ... and that is exactly what I expected.
She smirks with the most evil look upon her face ever and the crowd completely hates her.
Sarah Twilight: The wicked shall pay consequence for their transgressions and oh they HAVE! Pantheon ceases to exist because of ME! Genesis ceases to exist because of ME! I stand here today as the EPPW World Heavyweight Champion ... I stand here as the BEST professional wrestler in the world today and I stand here as your LEADER, whether you like it or not.
Sarah takes grip of the World Championship against her shoulder as she grins wickedly.
Sarah Twilight: Your heroes are all dead and buried. I am what remains. I am the face that has haunted your darkest nightmares, even when you did not know it. And there is not a DAMN thing anyone can DO ABOUT IT!
Sarah drops the mic as she raises the EPPW World Championship skyward once again to the loudest boos and overall disdain we've heard this entire evening. Eric Price applauds her again proudly as he now approaches the center of the ring, to make his final statement. This one just another insult to the fans.
Eric Price: I would like to remind you all on behalf of Sarah Twilight, the great EPPW World Champion that she is not here for popularity, and that she is not here to make you people happy. Oh and, of course ... she loves you guys!
He laughs as he drops the mic. "Lies" by Evanescence hits the loudspeakers and the crowd is basically drowning it out at this point with boos. Zach Davis is just shaking his head as he watches them leave.
Zach Davis: We have just witnessed the beginning of what is sure to be our darkest days here in WCF. Yes, I said WCF. Sarah Twilight has not changed, she played everyone for fools. Everyone who supported her was strung along the entire time. She is nothing but a manipulative, conniving bitch. I hope someone gives her a taste of her own medicine!
Shannan Lerch: The woman just told it like it is. What she has worked so hard for. She only has herself to thank for her own success. She's right on that. But how can you be so negative when she just poured her heart out here?
Zach Davis: She has no heart! No one who can be that callous, that cold, that conniving could ever care about anyone else but themselves.
Shannan Lerch: I for one, support the EPPW Champion. I think she has just started a great era for us here tonight.
Steve Orbit and Ana Valentine are sitting backstage. They're comfortable. Not like, boyfriend and girlfriend comfortable, but... close.
Orbit brushes Ana's hair out of her face.
Steve Orbit: Look Ana... you and I been gettin' real close lately. We been sharin' a lot of, you know, personal stuff with each other. That being said, there is one thing... one thing that we haven't really talked about, and we need to talk about it.
Ana Valentine: I know.
Steve Orbit: So...
Ana Valentine: It's just-- it's still fresh, you know? The wound hasn't healed yet. It's still painful.
Steve Orbit: I know, but Ana... I'm your friend. It helps to talk about this shit. And I was there through it all-- shit, I'm still here now. If you can talk to anybody about it, it's me.
Ana Valentine: I feel so stupid! Ok? I really thought she cared about me... I looked up to her, and I thought she was going to be like, a mentor to me. After she invited me into Genesis, I was so overjoyed... And then things went down and, I ended up in a bad place and you... You were there and she wasn't and did I wake up, did I even notice... NO, I just carried on following her around like some little lost puppy, like some bad joke.... and then it was like, she just forgot about me. She just dropped me like a bad habit. And now this... now she's left us all, and joined Eric Price. She fooled us all..
Orbit puts his hand up.
Steve Orbit: Whoa, whoa, wait a sec--
Ana Valentine: Ok, except you. She fooled all of us, except you. And the funny part is, you're the one who's kind of turned into my mentor since I joined Genesis. You're the one who I've been tagging with, and learning from. You're the only one who I KNOW believes in me.
Steve Orbit: I do, I believe in you. I know what you're capable of, and... I know you got a good head on your shoulders. That's the important thing. You know, I been around a lot of different types of women... growin' up, and on the streets and all that. I know a good girl when I see one, and... right now, I see one.
Ana blushes a bit. She hugs Steve.
Ana Valentine: Thanks, hon.
Steve Orbit: So listen, forget about Sarah. She's nothing. She's nobody. Bitches like her are a dime a dozen-- they use up every resource they can find, gettin' to the top, and when they get there, they burn all they fuckin' bridges. Now she got no way to come back down. She got no support. So when she gets knocked off the top-- believe me, she's finished. She's done. Sarah Twilight ain't no threat to nobody-- she didn't realize that being a part of Genesis, that helped make her great. We helped her return to the fuckin' WCF, and now she spits in our face like we nobody.
Ana Valentine: I just wish I had listened to you all along.
Steve Orbit: Don't worry. I knew it was too much for anyone else to understand. I'm just glad that, you know, I still got you on my side.
Ana Valentine: That, you do.
Steve Orbit: Aight, now let's go get ready to kick some ass tonight.
Ana and Orbit get up and head towards their respective locker rooms. Fade out.
Zach Davis: Our next match will be for the WCF Television Title. In his first title defense Cheetah Fighting is going one on one with… well perhaps one of the weirdest characters we have ever seen here.
Shannan Lerch: We were told earlier today that backstage crew approached “Lilith” and she apparently had no idea who Lilith even was. She is now insisting that her name is ummmm what was it? Sunnie Rainbows? Either way this woman is weird!
Zach Davis: She certainly doesn’t appear to be the sharpest knife in the kitchen.
Shannan Lerch: Oh! This will be an interesting match! I am ready to laugh my ass off!
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area, the lights are every color of the rainbow. "Pure Imagination" begins to play, as Sunnie Rainbows appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black miniskirt, rainbow colored leggings, an extremely tight revealing colorful vest top and black and white converse shoes. Sunnie Rainbows is skipping down to the ring holding a giant lollypop in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. The crowd look on confused but begin to cheer for her as she looks so cheerful.
Kyle Steel: From Dallas, Texas… weighing in at 132 pounds.... she is Sunnie Rainbowsss....!!!
When she reaches the ring she locates a child sitting front row and passes him her giant lollypop. Sunnie skips around the outside of the ring, placing her teddy bear on the turnbuckle and bounces up onto the ring apron, waving to the audience and blowing kisses to them all. She climbs through the ropes still smiling and waving to everyone whilst waiting for Cheetah Fighter to arrive.
Zach Davis: Ummmm that’s an interesting choice of theme for Sunnie Rainbows there.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah I’m pretty sure that song is from Willy Wonka haha! This girl cracks me up!
Suddenly the arena lights fade 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 the Television title in the air. Then he 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 title in the air. He goes to another turnbuckle and raises the title again. Then, he points at a random audience member before getting off the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Cheetah fighter looks pumped up, I sure hope Sunnie Rainbows knows what she is getting herself into here.
Shannan Lerch: Still though, this is gonna be one heck of a weird matchup.
The referee takes the belt and shows it up in the air before taking it out of the ring.
Sunnie Rainbows just stands in the ring staring at Cheetah with a crazy smile on her face. As soon as the bell rings she attempts to run over him to give him a hug, but Cheetah pushes her away and tilts his head unsure of how to even approach this opponent.
Shannan Lerch: I don’t think Cheetah knows quite what to do here. This woman is clearly delusional.
As Sunnie is running at Cheetah, to try and give him a hug again, Cheetah sends a powerful drop kick right into her face. Sunnie rolls around on the floor in pain covering her face as Cheetah goes for the cover.
Sunnie Rainbows gets a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: That could have been a quick end right there, I don’t know how she managed to kick out of that she looks hurt already.
Sunnie and Cheetah slowly get back to their feet as Sunnie looks at him annoyed.
Sunnie: THAT HURT CHEETAH TEDDY! YOU’RE A BAD BEAR!!!
Sunnie runs at Cheetah and slaps him as hard as she can right across his face. Cheetah just looks back at her and grabs Sunnie and hits her with a scoop slam. Cheetah looks at the crowd as if to say “what on earth am I supposed to do here” as Sunnie slowly makes her way back up onto her feet.
Shannan Lerch: hahaha this girl is a nutjob! I love it!
Zack Davis: Yeah but I do kind of feel bad for her, I mean she thinks that Cheetah is her teddy bear! She doesn’t realize that she is actually going to get hurt here.
Sunnie is eventually back on her feet as Cheetah grabs her and pushes her against the turnbuckle. Cheetah begins to punch Sunnie as hard as he can into her abdomen and the ref has to eventually get between them and pulls Cheetah out of the corner. Sunnie looks at the ref with anger in her eyes and charges at him. She hits the ref with a clothesline and looks down upon his fallen body.
Sunnie: DON’T YOU TOUCH MY CHEETAH TEDDY!!! I DIDN’T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THAT!!!
Zach Davis: My god! She just took out the ref!
Shannan Lerch: This girl is absolutely insane, what on earth was she shouting at him?!
Cheetah and Sunnie stare at each other for a moment, neither wanting to make a move too quickly. An insane smile creeps up on Sunnies face as she begins to laugh at Cheetah, Cheetah looks irate and runs at her and hits her square in the face with another dropkick. Blood begins to flow out of Sunnies mouth as she rolls around on the floor holding her jaw.
Zach Davis: Cheetah Fighter has just busted her open. Someone needs to stop this fight.
Shannan Lerch: Stop the match?! This is great!
The ref is still unconscious as Cheetah fighter picks Sunnie up off the floor, hitting her with a few jabs. Sunnie pushes him away from her, wiping the blood from her mouth. She stares at the blood for a while and begins to laugh. She then looks at Cheetah with a crazy look upon her face and shouts at him to bring it.
Zach Davis: …She just told Cheetah to bring it?! This girl is insane!
Shannan Lerch: Errrrrr yeah… I just hope she knows what she is getting herself into here.
The ref is finally back on his feet, grabbing Sunnie and giving her a final warning for striking him. Sunnie brushes off the refs warnings as Cheetah bounces off the ropes, and hits a scissor kick right into Sunnies face. Cheetah fighter pops back up, and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Cheetah Fighter leaps off the top, and hits a big splash on Sunnie. He goes for the cover as Sunnie again rolls around the ring in pain.
Sunnie yet again manages to kick out! Cheetah can’t believe it and starts to question the ref. Sunnie slowly makes it up onto one knee, wiping away the blood which continues to flow out of her mouth.
Sunnie: DIDN’T ANYONE EVER TELL YOU THAT IT’S NOT NICE TO HIT GIRLS!!!
Cheetah looks back at Sunnie with a “I cant believe shes still getting up” look on his face. He grabs her by her hair, pulling her up and lifts her into the air, hitting her with a powerbomb. Sunnie rolls around on the floor half laughing and half coughing up blood.
Sunnie: Come on Cheetah Cub… is that all you’ve got?!
Cheetah can not believe what he is seeing. Even though Sunnie is lying on the floor, coughing up blood… she’s still taunting him. Cheetah signals for his finisher.
Zach Davis: Cheetah fighter telling the crowd that he's going for the Stunner!
Shannan Lerch: I think it’s about time he put an end to this girl’s craziness.
Cheetah grabs Sunnie and picks her up off the floor as she coughs and spits blood at him. He grabs her head and drives it into his shoulder.
Zack Davis: He’s going for the cover!
Somehow, some way… Sunnie manages to kick out yet again!
Shannan Lerch: HOW ON EARTH?!! How did she kick out of his finisher?!
Cheetah can’t believe it. He just kneels in the ring staring at Sunnie. How on earth is he going to beat her?! He gets to his feet and goes and checks with the ref that it was only a 2 count, as Sunnie slowly crawls across the ring to her teddy bear.
Zach Davis: Is she… is she talking to her teddy bear?!
Shannan Lerch: Ummmm it would appear as if she is Zack, yep. This girls totally lost it.
Cheetah walks over to Sunnie and picks her up off her feet and goes to hit another stunner, however Sunnie reverses the move and plants him hard onto the floor.
Zack Davis: Wait… did she just him with a…
Shannan Lerch: She just hit the… the… Twilight Zone!
She’s going for the cover…
Kyle Steel: Your winner, and NEW WCF Television champion... Sunnie Rainbows!
Zack Davis: I can’t believe it. She just beat Cheetah Fighter in his first title defense!
Shannan Lerch: And she beat him with Sarah Twilights move! What’s up with that?!
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!
Zach Davis: And its Odin Balfore, making his way out to the ring at the top of the show.
Shannan Lerch: I'd say what a way to start pf the show but –
Zach Davis: But you're a whore, not a liar.
Shannan Lerch: I have standards.
Zach Davis: On the surface or just the sub atomic level?
Shannan Lerch: I really wish they canned your ass last week.
Zach Davis: I know what they did your um.. Yah, I don't need that mental image in my head.
Once the fans have settled down and his music cuts out, Odin grabs a mic and addresses the crowd.
Odin Balfore: Well.. shit. All you people jumped on the Sarah Twilight bullshit bandwagon and look at you now. “ Save us.” you pleaded, you cried, you begged. Deliver us from an Eric Price Championship and look where it got you. Not even a month into it and Twilight jumped that cock like the Fonze over the shark. I gotta tell ya guys, this double standard is getting pretty old. It's older then me and wow, what am I this week, like a million and a half? All you fans, you brought this upon yourselves. First I saved you from the OLD, OLD WCF but that wasnt good enough. Then Pantheon Saves you from me then Sarah Saves you from him and now where are you? Lost and confused. Well.. I suppose the alternative in the ring is looking real good right about now, doesn't it? Who else you got to fall back on? Purse? The most unproductive champion in WCF history? OR.. The most destructive champion in WCF history, Odin Balfore? But enough about you bandwagon, soap box, keyboard killers who are hash tagging your ways into the homes of the NSA about how your shocked over Twilight complete abandonment of you. Let me here from the true fans. The ones whove seen the reign of Phillip Baines, and the death of Geenfever and the crucifix matches and the spirit of WCF, the true spirit of WCF.. Lets here THOSE people...
Fans from around the arena rumble and cheer, its low and faint but they're there.
Odin Balfore: Thats exactly what I thought. The WCF that I came into, that was struggling from that old to new guard mentality is gone. Replace with the lobotomy of instagrams and words with friends. Brainwashed into thinking that people like EP and Purse are or were resptable champions. Respectable champions don't hide behind clauses, or technicalities. Back in MY day and I will be more then glad to date myself on that one. Back in MY day, the champion walked out and kicked everyone’s ass and stood his ground on his own damn two feet. You haven’t had one of those since.. who was it... oh yah.. me.
So to all you guys in the back, if you want better wages, walk out here and earn it. You want better spots, walk out here and earn it. Get your gear, your tape, your boots and take what you can. Thats the way the world works and thats the way this industry works. You all think I'm an asshole and I'm tough to work with it because I come out here and I make you earn what you can. If you beat me, congratulations. But Pantheon started this whole entitlement system where if your Flys stooge, then you get a title shot. If you were in the midcard with his stooge.. you got a title shot. If you are a threat to his livelihood, you got thrown under the bus. I sat back and I watched the world burn. Yah, I tried to help at first but no one was listening. So I hung around and picked at scraps, getting a pay check and I coasted. I'm one of the few who can do that here and not fall off the map or lose my spot.
But here we are now, with two people who clearly don't know shit about what it is we actually do in WCF. The WCF I started in, wouldn’t stand for this you two would be fed to the jobber machine long ago. I should know, I was once part of that machine. I look around and I see that WCF isnt what it once was. It's not the thing that kept itself strong for ten plus years. Getting pulled from TV, Netflicks, pulled from Pay Per Views, the endless Pantheon Saga that ended with the most pathetic of whimpers... A mary sue as champion. The shit hole that WCF has allowed itself to fall into is staggering. I saved this company once...
Odin cracks his neck...
Odin Balfore: It looks like I'm going to have to do it all over again. One of WCF's more popular phrases of late has been quote “ in the interest of fairness.” WCF ain't never been fair. In the spirit of WCF, the WCF that men have died for.. bled for, lost homes, family, identities... for the fans... for the company that looks over countless over federations that have sprang up and died just as quick.. and those that have stood the test of time up till now.. In the spirit that says Fuck you, we really are are crazy as we want to be. And Fuck you... we won't do what you tell me!
SO I know EP and Twilight are listening in the back and snickering because they're gunna say that they don't care about me or what I got to say . That I don't matter... That you hardcore WCF fans don't matter... That we are whats wrong with this company … when we are this company.... To those that expect us to lay down and die and not put up a fight.... As long as I live and breath, I will fight. I will fight for the spirit of this company that's been robbed by a new generation of wrestlers who refuse to pay dues, refuse to pay respect and refuse to think that the world doesn’t revolve around them because some guy in a whole in the wall gym told them that they had heart... So to EPPW...
Odin walks over to the ropes, ramp side, holds out his monstrous arm and extends his middle finger...
Odin Balfore: Fuck you! I won't do what you tell me!
With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system.
Zach Davis: WoW... Odin Balfore taking a stand for the old WCF....
Shannan Lerch: That was... unexpected....
Crowd: dub- C- F... Dub- C – F... Dub – C – F....
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
The opening of "All I Want" by A Day to Remember begins as the crowd gets on their feet and the lights dim down. When the vocals begin strobe lights begin to flash off and on making for an awesome effect.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first... from Miami, Florida weighing in at one hundred and seventeen pounds ... she is FREYA KANE!!
Pyro explodes from the stage as sparks begins to rain down from the top of the tron screen as out steps Freya Kane on a single knee with Tifa Heafy encouraging the crowd to get even louder to make the arena shake. Freya looks out at the crowd before popping up to her feet letting out a loud primal war scream. Freya begins her trek to the ring along with Tifa who is doing her best to hype Freya up as people are cheering for both of them. Freya takes a walk around ringside before sliding into the ring. Once in she heads to the closest turnbuckle and goes to the top rope before throwing her arms out into the air as the lights come back to normal. She hops down and backs into said corner ready for her match to get underway while Tifa stands on the apron ensuring that Freya stays focused.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent ...
“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.
Kyle Steel: From Houston, Texas ... weighing in a three hundred pounds... he is "The Nordic Tank" ODIN BALFORE!!!
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 stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Freya and Odin get nose to chest, Their eyes are deadlocked and they both look ready to explode. The ref orders them to their corners and calls for the bell. As the bell rings the two charge one another, Kane goes for a baseball slide into the larger Odin's knee but the Nordic Tank is quick and hops up over her as Freya quickly springs up herself. Balfore goes to grab her only to be caught with a spinning kick to the gut, followed by a European uppercut. Odin is stunned, Kane grabs him tightly, using all her might and delivers a nicely executed suplex that sends the big man CRASHING into the mat.
Zach Davis: Freya Kane wasting no time! After returning just one week ago, interrupting Eric Price, it appears she's been given this match as some sort of punishment. However, she came to fight.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, well look again! Odin is no slouch. He has been on a TEAR ever since his own return to action and Freya Kane is merely a snack on his way to the main course
As Freya adroitly hops up she turns around only to see Odin stand up and glare at her as if the suplex had almost no effect on him and the crowd boos.
Zach Davis: Freya not deterred by Odin's arrogance.
Freya rushes the Nordic Tank quickly and delivers a nice tackle, grabbing him just behind the knees which maages to take Odin off his feet, She lands a right hand to the face but as she goes for another one, he grabs her head and pulls it down to his side, his legs wrap around her waist as he begins to lock in a dragon sleeper and the crowd boos like crazy.
Zach Davis: This is going to be a tough night for Freya Kane as Odin Balfore is just a MONSTER. Though I hope he holds her there for a while. I love the view.
Shannan Lerch: Odin loves to showcase his power, his sheer dominance, and this is a perfect time to do it.
But Kane, seeing this wiggles her way free and flips over locking in an armlock submission on Balfore, who uses his strength and lifts up his much smaller opponent and slams her to the mat.
Shannan Lerch: And look at that. Power pure and simple!
Zach Davis: Wait, but look at this!
Freya gets back to her feet. The slam shaking her up a bit, but the adrenaline keeps her going. Odin wastes no time as he moves in at Kane. She delivers a kick to the gut that doubles Balfore over. She follows up by grabbing him for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. Odin grabs her and whips her into the ropes as she comes off he catches her and lifts her up into a military press, does one, two, three shoulder presses and drops her to the mat like a sack of potatoes as she lands down hard. Freya slowly gets up only to be caught by a BIG boot to the face, sending her flying back into the corner. Balfore rushes her with a running knee, but she dodges and he hits nothing but turnbuckle shaking the ring and shaking himself up in the process.
As Odin spins around from the impact, he is caught by a jumping neck-breaker from the smaller Kane, he rolls back up to his feet up only to be hit in the face by a Somersault Axe Kick, Odin is stunned as Kane delivers a kick that is almost a low blow, perhaps unintentionally. She is warned by the ref. Freya follows up with a double underhook DDT. She goes for the cover and the ref is down in position for the count.
Odin kicks out with authority, launching Kane up off of him. But she stays on the offensive and before he can get himself to his feet she sends a VICIOUS kick into his chest. Odin rolls to his side, shaking off the cobwebs.
Zach Davis: Odin able to kick out, and Kane is still on the offensive!
Shannan Lerch: She knows how to wear someone down, and most importantly to keep the offensive pace going. Despite giving a up a HUGE size advantage to Odin.
Zach Davis: Odin Balfore is no slouch either, Shannan! The man is nothing short of a wrecking machine. Freya's speed advantage has been her saving grace here.
Shannan Lerch: Oh absolutely not. Odin Balfore can decimate anyone on the roster on any given night.
Freya moves in, giving Odin no time to regain himself. She grabs his arms and pulls them back, placing her foot on the back of his head and she SHOVES his face and jaw into the canvas.
Zach Davis: Curb Stomp!!!
Shannan Lerch: Odin is clearly dazed! I don't think he was expecting her to put the fight to him like this!!
Balfore struggles to his feet and Kane is there on the attack as she charges him. Though Odin catches her, hugs her tightly, connects with a head butt and unleashes an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending the smaller Freya through the air for what has to be fifteen feet and down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Back and forth action. Both competitors giving it their all. Kane wants to put her name back on the map. A victory against Odin Balfore wouls certainly do that.
Shannan Lerch: And Odin Balfore wants to make another statement. He has no qualms with making an example out of someone like Freya.
Back in the ring, Odin follows up his suplex as he whips Kane into the ropes and connects with a HUGE sidewalk slam, She is down and Odin grins confidently.
Shannan Lerch: Odin has the size and power advantage. This is where he can take advantage.
Zach Davis: Size doesn't always matter, Shannan. Freya has proven capable of holding her own against larger competitors in the past.
Odin picks up the slightly dazed Kane, lifts her up and places her on the top turnbuckle, he climbs up with her and looks out to the crowd as they boo loudly. Freya punches Odin in the face, but he retaliates and Freya is stunned but not as much as Odin thinks as she sends kick after kick at Odin's head and chest. He slips, losing his balance from the turnbuckle as Balfore flies through the air and hits the cement floor hard. Kane quickly spins around points to the crowd and hits a flying elbow drop on Odin, WHAM. Both are down now and after some time, Freya is the first to her feet. Odin climbs back to his feet and he rushes at her, but she catches him unexpectedly with a drop toehold and he falls down FACE FIRST into the ring steps.
Zach Davis: Oooh! This one takes a turn for the worst. I don't think Kane intended on using the ring steps. She just reacted out of instinct.
Shannan Lerch: You really can't tell with Freya Kane. That may have indeed been purposely done.
Freya rolls him into the ring and quickly follows him in as he stands up, she delivers a HARD kick to his gut. He doubles over and she rolls over him with a sunset flip, executing it nicely on the larger Odin Balfore, count….
Zach Davis: No! Odin kicks out!!
Shannan Lerch: What a close call!
Odin makes it to his feet. Freya focuses on his head, and she starts nailing HARD punches at him, further rattling him. She jumped around, hooking his arms for perhaps a crucifix pin or octopus stretch, but Odin is able to steady his balance rather easily and he drops her down HARD with a Samoan drop. He stays on her, picking her up and takes her down with a thunderous POWERSLAM. Odin arrogantly flexes and the crowd starts BOOING like MAD. Kane, gets up and surprises him with a schoolboy roll up. Ref gets into position.
Balfore rolls out of it and quickly back to his feet. As Kane gets to hers, he is there with a HUGE forearm smash that sends her back down.
Shannan Lerch: That was a close one!
Zach Davis: You can't be showboating when you're in the ring with someone as crafty as Freya Kane!
Shannan Lerch: I agree with that, she IS a Kane after all.
Zach Davis: So far no one has a clear cut advantage. This can go either way. What a contest for both of them!
Kane quickly gets back to her feet and rushes Odin who sends her up and over with a back body drop...she flies over the top rope and hits the FLOOR on the outside!!!! The crowd is going BONKERS! Cheering, Booing...just getting deeply into it all.
Zach Davis: Freya down and out of it. Odin Looking to capitalize.
Shannan Lerch: What is he doing? Oh no.....
Freya pulls herself up using the guardrail and as she turns around, Odin comes FLYING at her with a Diving Shoulder Block THROUGH THE ROPES and to the OUTSIDE that fully connects!!! She goes back down and CRASHES into the guardrail. Odin gets back to his feet, hoisting Kane up with a military press and tosses her back into the ring over the middle rope. He hops up onto the apron and to the turnbuckle. Uncharactaristically, he ascends the turnbuckle and hops down with a DEVASTATING legdrop. His entire three hundred pound frame dropping across Freya's head and neck. He goes for the cover. Ref in position.
Kick out, Freya kicks out, as Odin looks at the ref and smiles a bit.
Shannan Lerch: Too close, come on Odin stop playing with this chick and finish her!!
Odin looks at the crowd, grinning he moves about eight paces toward Kane and rotates his arms looking to end this. Kane is up, Odin LIFTS her into the air, but she wiggles free, dropping down and ducking behind him. He spins around only to be caught by a jumping neckbreaker. Kane is staring down at him like a Lion. She has her eyes locked on him. He gets to one knee, shaking off the cobwebs again and as he does get back to his feet he is met by the RAWRCutter! Odin is sent CRASHING into the mat and looks to be out. Kane makes the cover. Ref gets into position.
NO! Odin manages to kick out and the crowd is booing AND cheering like never before!
Shannan Lerch: That was damn close!
Zach Davis: This goes to show you how dedicated the members of this roster are. They bring everything they have each time they step into the ring.
Kane glares at the ref who shrugs in shock. She returns to the assault on Odin and starts pounding away at his face. Fist after fist she sends at him, further battering his open wound. She sends another hard fist and it is CAUGHT by Odin. He forces her back and gets himself to his feet, spinning belly to belly SLAM!! And the smaller Kane is down.The wind is knocked out of her, but Odin is barely able to move himself after the vicious assault he endured. He pulls himself to his feet, woozily, and he is teetering with his balance. Freya gets to her feet and tries a high kick to the face, but Odin ducks it and she spins completely around. Odin whips her into the ropes, she come back on the return with a flying cross body and he catches her. It isn't long before he hoists her up into a jacknife powerbomb position, and he PLANTS her with the Mark of Odin! Freya CRASHES into the mat and it's surprising she didn't go THROUGH the ring with the force used by Odin.
Shannan Lerch: He nailed it!! And she got ALL OF IT!!
Zach Davis: Freya is in a lot of trouble right now! It could be over right here!
The crowd is on the edge of their seats as Odin makes the cover. Ref gets into position.
Shannan Lerch: It's academic here!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner....ODIN BALFORE!!!!!
Zach Davis: What a match! Both of these two giving it everything they had. In the end, Odin Balfore's power and brute force put Freya Kane down for the count.
Our cameras give a panoramic view of the ring as Odin stands in the center of the ring, holding his arm up in victory as we fade to, the back...or wherever it is our cameras are going to cut to.
“Dark Fantasy” by Kanye West starts playing over the speaker system as the lights dim throughout the arena.
Zach Davis: What is this now?
Can we get much higher? So high
Can we get much higher? So high
As the chorus of the song ends, a gold spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as Eric Price steps out with a huge grin on his face, still dressed in his pressed suit along with Sarah Twilight who accompanies him as the crowd immediately gets to their feet and starts booing loudly.
Zach Davis: Oh God, him again?!
Shannan Lerch: Yes, our magnanimous and dear leader and … oh, looks like he’s got some company.
Eric gestures for everyone else to come with him as Bobby Cairo, Gravedigger, Seth Lerch, and Steeltoe Joe accompany him down as Eric Price and Sarah Twilight head up the group, the gold spotlight all on them as they make their way to the ring.
Zach Davis: And what is this now? Looks like Eric Price’s handpicked executive team is coming with him to the ring. Probably more self aggrandizing bullshit is what we’re going to hear now.
Shannan Lerch: Wait a minute Zach, show some respect to our leadership team, they are great people with great minds and they will lead us to the promised land! I am confident that it’s clear sailing ahead and the dark days of Jonny Fly are over.
Zach Davis: Well, whatever the case may be, this entire team steps into the ring here, Sarah Twilight of course with the World Title around her shoulder after earlier tonight in what can only be described as a horrific and disgusting display, Eric Price officially handed it to her, the EPPW World Championship … I … dear God this is a bad dream and I hope it ends already!
Shannan Lerch: It’s not a dream Zach, it’s reality and it’s a great reality with great people at the helm of the company, a truly Golden Age.
Zach Davis: Oh shut up, you’re just sucking up.
The music fades away as the crowd continues to boo loudly at the group in the ring.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Please!
Crowd: You sold out! You sold out! You sold out!
Zach Davis: That chant obviously directed at Sarah Twilight who now stands at the side of Eric Price … she played us all.
Eric Price: Now then, I would like to take this opportunity to say that the transition from WCF to EPPW has gone very smoothly, we are doing better than ever! And we have some great people to thank for it, great people like our EPPW World Champion, and our new Chief Executive Officer and Executive Vice President of Human Resources, your hero Sarah Twilight!
Crowd boos massively.
Crowd: You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch!
Zach Davis: Unflattering chants toward the sell-out World Champion!
Shannan Lerch: These people can’t understand greatness clearly.
Eric Price: Not to mention our EPPW People’s Champion, the People’s Pastor and now our Executive Chaplain, Steeltoe Joe!
Zach Davis: Another Benedict Arnold, turned his back on the fans to join Satan himself.
Eric Price: We of course also have our Chief Financial Officer, Bobby Cairo who has been sorting through contracts and will continue to ensure we are using our money effectively and wisely, a truly great man, give it up for the Godfather himself, the living legend and hall of famer, Bobby Cairo!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: Next we move on to our Chief Marketing Officer and Executive Vice President of Public Relations, he is a great man, a living legend, hall of famer, Gravedigger!
Crowd boos loudly as well.
Eric Price: Unfortunately he could not be here with us tonight but our Chief Accounting Officer is another legend in his own right, a great man, a wise man, Mr. Davey Ortega.
Zach Davis: Nepotism, egotism, narcissism, this is sick.
Eric Price: Next, we have a great man, a visionary, a leader among men, a man who has effectively run this company for many years and will continue to provide great leadership and great support to our talent, he is our Chief Operating Officer and Executive Vice President of Talent Relations, Seth Lerch!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: And finally, we come to me, the leader of this group, the longest reigning World Champion in the modern era of this company, the chairman, owner, and Chief Information Officer of this company, and your next EPPW United States Champion, yours truly Mr. Eric Price!
The crowd starts throwing trash in the ring again
Eric Price: You see, Pantheon is dead! Genesis is dead! Rebellion is dead! All of our opposition groups are DEAD! And now, now all you have is this great leadership team at the helm of EPPW … you see …
Seth asks Eric if he can interrupt for a moment, Eric cedes the microphone to him. The fans boo for several moments so Seth can't speak, but eventually it dies down.
Seth Lerch: I TOLD YOU SO!
Seth Lerch: I told you, for weeks.. for MONTHS. I told you Jonny Fly wasn't to be trusted. I told you that I'd get control of the company back, one way or another.. and this, THIS was the way. A way for my company to finally be in the hands of a great management team, and a way to ensure that something like what happened with Pantheon never happens again. You see, that while I may be the greatest WCF owner that the company has ever had-
Seth Lerch: With all due respect to Mr. Price, of course. I may have been the greatest owner, but... I made mistakes. I'm not the best paperwork guy. I signed some of guys to some contracts that Eric isn't all that happy about, I provided too many legal loopholes that allowed Pantheon to get control of the company, yada yada. I tried to do too much myself. But now, with the EPPW team in charge, that will NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!
BOOOOO! This crowd is gonna get tired of booing eventually.. aren't they?
Seth Lerch: And it couldn't have happened in a more satisfying way. For an entire year, that joke of a team Pantheon made life hell for, well.. everyone but themselves. Whenever one of them left, another roach popped up to take their place. Then came Genesis. For an entire year, the landscape of WCF was defined by these warring factions, including the Church of Dark Saints and Darkside of Treachery and a bunch of others I don't even want to remember. But now, finally, within two weeks, the wrongs have been righted. Pantheon and Genesis have been vanquished and at long last, a man of strength and personal integrity is in charge of the company I love so dear. I say this, fans...
Seth Lerch: LONG LIVE ERIC PRICE PRO WRESTLING!
Seth hands the microphone back to Eric as Eric simply grins at what he said.
Eric Price: Well said, it needed to be said because the fact is, the old era is over. We are now firmly in the era of Eric Price, of EPPW and this group, this collection of great talent right here, including visionaries, legends, hall of famers, champions, leaders, you can refer to us as Bravado!
“Dark Fantasy” starts playing over the speaker system again to massive boos from the Sydney crowd as the group starts making their way out of the ring as more trash is thrown in the ring yet again.
Zach Davis: Bravado? So that’s what these egotists are calling themselves?
Shannan Lerch: Egotists? What are you talking about? All I saw was humility and honesty from our dear leader and not to mention he values great people like my brother to lead with him, he is a magnanimous man.
Zach Davis: He is nothing more than an evil, sick, sadistic bastard! You saw what he sanctioned earlier with Sarah Twilight, that almost attempted murder on Skyler Striker and then Sarah comes out here and brags about playing us, playing the fans for fools. This is downright sick and someone needs to put a stop to this!
Shannan Lerch: Who? You heard them, Pantheon is dead, Genesis is dead, Rebellion is dead! There is no opposition left and now all you have to do is accept Bravado into your life because they are truly great great people!
Zach Davis: These are dark days folks and I only hope and pray that we make it through them because right now, this dark cloud looks like it has no end in sight.
“Chicken in Black” By Johnny Cash blasts over the PA system. John Gobble struts out from behind the curtain. His head wildly jerks around but slaps himself out of it.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring weighing in at 221 pounds. JOHN…Gobble…
He rushes down to the ring and struts up the steps. He grabs the ropes then hops over and walks to the turnbuckle. Jumping up, his head jerked around wildly, observing the crowd like a nervous bird. His music is replaced by “Criminals” as Waylon Cash steps out from behind the curtain, with manager Scott Savage in tow. Waylon taunts a few fans, one of which throws a full beer in his face. Scott has to restrain his client, to keep him from jumping over the guardrail.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, standing six feet, five inches tall, The Hellbilly, Waylon Cash!
Cash calms himself, before sliding into the ring, and throwing his fists in the air. The fans boo loudly, but he doesn't seem to notice. He cracks his neck, and uses the ropes to stretch, glaring at Gobble the entire time. Slowly, they line up across from each other, and the bell rings.
Zach Davis: These two men do not like each other.
Shannan Lerch: Seems like some jealousy and insecurity coming out of Waylon Cash. He seems upset that Scott has been recruiting Ga-Gobble in recent weeks.
The two men circle each other, each looking for a weakness. Each man lunges once, to no avail. Eventually, they both move toward the center of the ring. They go to lock up, but instead of doing so, the two men stop, and shake hands.
Zach Davis: What's going on.
Waylon reaches down, and raises Gobble's hand, before John reaches down, and raises Waylon's. They applaud each other with big, cheesey smiles on their faces, as Scott climbs in the ring behind them. He walk up with a mic already in his hand.
Scott Savage: This match is not going to happen. You don't deserve it. That, however, is not the only reason. I would like to introduce you to my newest client, John Gable!
John whispers in Scott's ear.
Scott Savage: My apologies... John Gobble.
The crowd screams in anger as all three men raise their arms in victory. Wide smiles can be seen plastered across their face, but those quickly disappear as they spot Ana Valentine and Steve Orbit sprinting down the entrance ramp. The three men bail as Orbit and Ana slide inside. Cash, Savage, and Gobble all exit through the fans, smiling at the former Genesis members as they go. Steve gives them an angry glare, and grabs the mic from a ringside attendant.
Steve Orbit: That's how you're gonna play this game, huh ladies? Well guess what, we can play as good as anyone on this roster. That little tag match you wanted? You got it!
The crowd pops, but it immediately dies down as “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell plays over the PA system. Eric Price steps out onto the ramp to a chorus of boos. He doesn't let this phase him, as he raises the microphone and begins to speak.
Eric Price: I like this idea... at Blast it will be Waylon Cash and John Gab...Gobble, versus Ana Valentine and Steve Orbit, and since Steve and Waylon have had the joy of holding the tag team titles together, I thought it would be fun if your match was for the tag team titles. So we are going to go ahead and make that happen!
Both teams smile, as the crowd cheers.
Eric Price: Now, don't get excited. Steve Orbit and Ana Valentine very well may not make it to Blast... I believe they have a match coming up! Good luck.
Eric's music plays again, as he exits through the curtain, and the team of Waylon, Savage and Gobble exit through one of the fan entrances.
As we're back from commercials, EPPW Chief Financial Officer Bobby Cairo is seated on the blood red velvet throne of death in his office. The sleeves of his avocado-colored dress shirt are rolled up; he eats coconut cream pie while carefully scrutinizing a pile of EPPW Superstar contracts. Cairo crinkles his brow like it's a crinkle cut French fry. He sifts through each document while writing down his recommendations and shoves a heaping forkful of the decadent pie into his mouth. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Cairo clears his throat and dabs his mouth with a cloth napkin. He shoves the empty pie tin into the trash.
Bobby Cairo: Yes? Who is it?
The door opens and Mr. Eric Price walks into Cairo's office. He's holding a fifth of blackberry brandy, unopened of course.
Eric Price: Mr. Cairo, I come bearing gifts. I'm not a drinker myself of course, never touch the stuff, but I know that this is your favorite.
Bobby Cairo: You are a wise and generous man, Mr. Price. Please, have a seat.
Cairo gestures toward one of the finely crafted Italian leather chairs that sits in front of his desk. Price accepts his invitation. Cairo retrieves a pair of shot glasses from his desk drawer.
Eric Price: Uh, I don't drink, Bobby.
Bobby Cairo: I know. These are for me. Say, would you like to peruse these contracts with me, Eric?
Eric Price: Where's Ortega? He's supposed to be assisting you with this.
Bobby Cairo: Ortega? Is that the guy who mows my lawn? I thought his name was Jones... and his girl Lonnie.
Price sighs dejectedly.
Eric Price: Never mind. Who's first?
Cairo downs two shots of the flavorful brandy as if he were drinking water on a hot summer day.
Bobby Cairo: Mmm... I needed that. Let's see... ah, Jay Price. Any relation, Eric?
Eric Price: Thankfully not.
Bobby Cairo: That's a good thing. Your respective World Title reigns had me thinking that he could be your retarded third cousin or stepbrother or something. Anyway, Price quit so his contract is automatically voided and in fact we can pursue litigation against him for breach of contract since he refused to fulfill his contractual obligations.
Eric's entire demeanor perks up. He appears giddy, like a dirty old man who's about to get his rocks off with a hooker.
Eric Price: Oh yes. I like the sound of that.
Bobby Cairo: Outstanding. We'll get our top Jews on the case. Next up we have John Gobble, or uh...
Cairo squints his eyes at the contract.
Bobby Cairo: Or is it Gable? Gabriel?
Eric Price: He sounds... vaguely familiar, yeah Gable should be.
Bobby Cairo: Well whatever his name is, it appears that he's being paid far too much money relative to his performance.
Cairo shows Gobble's contract to Price.
Eric Price: You are absolutely correct, Bobby. I would halve his salary.
Bobby Cairo: You read my mind, E-Wreck.
Cairo makes the appropriate notation and turns his attention to the next contract in the stack.
Bobby Cairo: OK this one is Cheetah Master. I would have recommended prompt termination but our records indicate that he's already been fired, multiple times in fact.
Eric Price: Isn't this Cheetah Master, Fighter whatever he is, isn’t he our current Television Champion?
Bobby Cairo: I'm going to say that that's a clerical error.
Cairo stamps a bold red VOID on Cheetah Master's contract. Price nods his head approvingly.
Bobby Cairo: Next up is Adam Young. Mr. Young receives no pay for wrestling, though he is receiving minimum wage for performing janitorial duties.
Eric Price: I like that he scrubs my executive john, but is there a way that we can avoid paying him for it?
Bobby Cairo: Sure. We'll simply get him plastered on redneck beer, maybe a little moonshine, and we'll trick him into signing a waiver. His official work status will be "volunteer".
Eric Price: Brilliant! I love it.
Bobby Cairo: I don't care! I love it! Buh buh buh...
Bobby hums to himself for a moment before order is restored to the proceeding.
Bobby Cairo: Next we have Ms. Ana Valentine. I had her in my office earlier this evening and I must say that I gave her a mouthful.
Eric Price: You mean an earful?
Bobby Cairo: No, a mouthful... with the thickness. I'm recommending a fifty percent decrease in Valentine's wrestling salary, but I do think she's earning her pay as a "personal entertainer".
Cairo slugs two more shots of brandy. Price clears his throat.
Bobby Cairo: I'm seeing a contract for a Justin Turner, but I have no idea who that is.
Price appears to be racking his brain as well.
Eric Price: I think he might be the colored gentleman who eats worms.
Bobby Cairo: That was the Boogeyman and he never worked for us.
Eric Price: Then I have no idea who we're talking about. Unless … I think I sent him a gift basket.
Cairo looks carefully at the bottom line in Turner's contract.
Bobby Cairo: Wow, this guy works for peanuts. Literally!
Cairo and Price share a hearty chuckle at Turner's misfortune.
Eric Price: Fifty percent decrease?
Bobby Cairo: You got it, boss man.
Cairo and Price fist bump and Cairo downs another three shots of brandy. Yes there is now a third shot glass on Cairo's desk.
Bobby Cairo: Next we have a real piece of shit, Mr. FPV.
Price immediately scowls.
Eric Price: Fired. After I defeat him at Blast.
Bobby Cairo: Duly noted.
Cairo makes the appropriate notation on FPV's contract.
Bobby Cairo: And now we have Odin Balfore, a marginal talent of some notoriety. He's OK for now, but I'll be keeping an eye on him.
Eric Price: Redetermination within thirty days.
Bobby Cairo: My thought precisely.
Cairo shuffles through more contracts.
Bobby Cairo: Steve Orbit, obvious candidate for salary reduction. Let's say thirty-eight percent, nice even numbler... number. Ha! And next up is... Logan. I recommend immediate termination. The last time he popped a buyrate was when I carried him in our match at One. No real upside to his gaudy contract from our perspective.
Eric Price: How about we hang onto him but we pay him in weiners?
Bobby Cairo: I'm sure that he would be amenable to those terms.
Cairo studies the next contract, his eyes locked upon it with a purposeful stare.
Bobby Cairo: Ah, and finally we have the contract of Polar Phantasm. I think Mr. Phantasm is due for a salary adjustment, say a twenty percent pay increase for cost of living expenses?
Eric Price: Is that prudent? Phantasm is a loose cannon and he smells like Oscar Mayer bologna.
Bobby Cairo: Thus the need for a cost of living increase.
Eric Price: Touché.
Cairo organizes the contracts and places them into a binder.
Bobby Cairo: OK. That was a productive session. We got a lot of work done. Time for a break. Do you eat sushi?
Eric Price: Oh sure.
Bobby Cairo: Let me kill this bottle and we'll be on our way.
Cairo chugs the rest of the brandy and tosses the bottle into the trash.
Bobby Cairo: Eric, you ever had sake? Oh what am I saying... Hey who needs sake when you can have eel; eel and Japanese poon. Gotta love Jap poon. Make you strong like bull.
Bobby stumbles a bit while rounding his desk.
Eric Price: Uh, I'll drive, Bobby.
Cairo is playing air guitar to the Napalm Death song in his brain as he and Eric make their way out of the office. The door shuts behind them. The brandy bottle looms in the trash bin, with the pie tin nestled just beneath it.
Kyle Steel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and is our MAIN EVENT for the evening...
"Paradigm Shift" by Liquid Tension Experiment hits the PA, and two white spotlights crawl to the top of the ramp... moments later, the Polar Phantasm and 'the Future' Jeff Purse appear from the curtain. They wave to their many fans, then break into a photo pose for a second before heading toward the ring. As Purse slaps hands on the way down, Polar cases the ring and begins plotting strategy.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first... at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty-four pounds... Jeff Purse... the Polar Phantasm... THE FUTUUUUUUUUUURE ELLLLLEMENNNNNNNNNTS!!!
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse and the recently returned Polar Phantasm. Best friends and tag team partners.
Shannan Lerch: Although, they haven't been together as a tag team in quite some time-- with Polar being presumed dead and all-- so it will be interesting to see how they function tonight.
"Do You Wanna Touch" by Joan Jett plays over the PA. Ana walks down the ramp to pink pyros shooting off behind her. She pauses at the steps to the ring to blow kisses to the crowd. She then steps into the ring bending low to slip between the middle and bottom rope. Ring attire is White over the knee boots, hot pink cut off tight shorts and an altered Fan-Shirt, cut away at the midmriff and sleeveless. Hair pulled back into a long plait down her back.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents... introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing in at one hundred and nine pounds... ANA VALLLLLLENTIIIIIIINE!
The opening synth of "Flash Light" by Parlaiment hits the PA. The arena goes dark until the first "YOWWW" in the song, at which point a pink strobe light begins to flash throughout the arena. Small pink lights swirl around the crowd and the entire arena and eventually converge into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the aisle. Steve takes his time, strutting down the ramp, talking to fans who mostly cheer him on-- however, he does occasionally offend a girl or two with his sometimes rude, sexual comments. At ringside he begins the process of taking off whatever pimp attire he is wearing that night, whether its a mink coat, designer suit, etc and always hands his gold chains and his hat to a ring hand. His in-ring attire consists of black spandex shorts with "Pimpin" on the back in pink, and pink boots. He has a body that resembles a model more than a wrestler, he is perfectly chiseled and cut, but he is not huge and muscular like some wrestlers. He continues to flirt with the girls in the crowd as he enters the ring, showing off his body and blowing kisses. The crowd goes bananas when he hits the ring, as OR-BIT chants are heard all over the arena.
Kyle Steel: And her tag team partner, from Oakland, California... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... "THE MACK"... STEVE ORRRRRRBIIIIIIIITT!!
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine and Steve Orbit are no strangers to each other, in ring or otherwise.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, he's probably selling naked pictures of her on some website.
Camera cuts to Zach googling something on his phone.
Shannan Lerch: Anyway, yeah. They were stablemates in Genesis, and Orbit has seemed to take an interest in her from the start.
Zach fumbles with his phone and puts it back in his pocket.
Zach Davis: What, did the match start?
Shannan Lerch: Pathetic.
DING DING DING
Orbit and Purse stay in the ring, with Polar and Ana taking their spots on the apron.
Zach Davis: Looks like Purse and Orbit will be kicking it off.
Shannan Lerch: What's the story with these guys now? The Mack tried to warn Purse about Sarah, but--
Zach Davis: He was blinded. By love.
Shannan Lerch: ... Something like that.
Purse and Orbit lock up in the middle of the ring. Orbit gets Purse into a side headlock-- but Purse shoves him off. Orbit quickly spins around with a backfist, but Purse ducks it and grabs Orbit's leg, dropping him with a single-leg takedown. Purse stomps Orbit's gut before dropping an elbow to the inside of his leg. Purse takes a step back as Orbit gets back to his feet. They lock up again, this time Purse goes behind Orbit with a hammerlock. Orbit reverses it and whips Purse to the ropes-- Purse leapfrogs Orbit on the return, and keeps running to the opposite ropes, hitting a springboard clothesline to Orbit!
Zach Davis: Orbit's an agile guy, but Jeff Purse's speed is just ridiculous.
Shannan Lerch: Maybe that's why Sarah dumped him? He's too... quick?
Zach Davis: Stop.
Purse tries to grab Orbit but he rolls away and tags Ana. Ana enters through the ropes-- Purse backs up and allows her to enter without attacking her.
Zach Davis: Good sportsmanship from a guy with a good heart.
Shannan Lerch: Oh, please. Why don't you ask Kari about that?
Ana and Purse begin to grapple, but they soon break it up as Ana starts kicking at Purse's leg. After snapping off a few kicks, she drops Purse with a clothesline. Ana stays on him, stomping him out before putting him in a reverse chinlock as he gets to a sitting position. Purse is able to stand without much struggle-- Ana switches her grip around Purse's neck and drops him with a float-over double arm DDT!
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine packs a lot of punch for such a small frame.
Ana goes through the ropes to the apron, and slingshots in with a legdrop--
Shannan Lerch: Purse rolls out of the way, Ana hits the mat hard!
Purse gets up an drops an elbow to Ana's midsection. He pulls her to her feet and sets her up, hitting a neckbreaker! And Purse covers Ana.
Zach Davis: No, Ana's out before two.
Shannan Lerch: And Jeff Purse makes the tag to Phantasm.
Orbit has his arm stretched out, calling for Ana to make the tag, but Phantasm pulls her to the middle of the ring. Phantasm goes to pull her off the mat, but gets kicked in the head. Ana hops to her feet and grabs Phantasm's arm-- Phantasm switches the grip and drops her with a short-arm clothesline. This time he successfully pulls Ana off the mat and wrenches her arm before hitting a shoulder thrust. Ana stumbles back. Polar runs towards the ropes and springboards off with a dropkick, sending Ana to the mat! He covers Ana.
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine kicks out at two!
Phantasm rolls over Ana and applies a single-leg boston crab.
Shannan Lerch: The Antarcticrab!
Phantasm inches over towards his corner with the submission hold still applied, and tags in Purse, who quickly hops on the top turnbuckle--
Zach Davis: Flying elbowdrop to the back of Ana's head by Jeff Purse! Ana Valentine is in trouble!
Phantasm releases the hold and slides out of the ring before the ref counts to five. Orbit is going crazy on the apron. Purse rolls Ana over and hooks her leg for the pin.
Zach Davis: Orbit rips Purse off of Ana, breaking the pin!
Purse takes a swing at Orbit-- Orbit ducks and catches Purse with a codebreaker!
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, way to get yourself disqualified, Mack.
The ref threatens Orbit, who happily struts back to his corner. Purse and Ana slowly get back to their feet, creeping towards their own respective corners.
Zach Davis: I gotta say, Steve Orbit may have saved his team by breaking up that pin. I think Ana was finished after that double team attack.
Ana makes the tag to Orbit! Orbit runs into the ring through the ropes, almost tripping over the rope in haste. He dives for Purse, but it's too late and he makes the tag to Phantasm. The crowd goes bananas to see these two men on opposite sides of the ring.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit versus Polar Phantasm!
Shannan Lerch: Orbit's totally fresh, and Phantasm has plenty of fight left in him. This will be good.
Orbit and Polar circle each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, they nod at each other and lock up. Polar wrenches Orbit's arm-- but it's soon reversed as Orbit switches position and hip tosses Polar. Phantasm is quick to his feet. They lock up again, this time Orbit backs Polar into the corner and begins hitting him with knees to the midsection. The ref starts to get between them, but Polar rocks Orbit with a headbutt at close range. Orbit stumbles back, Polar throws a front kick which is caught by Orbit. Polar goes for the enzuigiri, but Orbit sees it coming and shoves Polar's leg off, causing him to hit the mat on his stomach. Again, he's quick to his feet, but this time Orbit has his hand cocked back--
Zach Davis: Pimp Slap to Polar Phantasm!
Shannan Lerch: That STINGS.
Zach Davis: I'm sure you would know.
Polar naturally reacts by holding his face, and Orbit follows up with his signature jawbreaker, causing Polar to bounce backwards into the ropes. Orbit charges and clotheslines him over the top rope!
Zach Davis: The crowd loves both of these guys and their competitive nature. These are the type of guys who will beat the crap out of each other, and then give each other pointers later on in the locker room.
Polar shakes it off outside the ring as he's encouraged by Purse. Orbit keeps looking to the crowd-- they want him to dive out of the ring, but that's not his style. Instead, he goes to his corner and tags in Ana Valentine. By the time Ana enters, Polar slides under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Ana springboards off the second rope with a roundhouse kick--
Zach Davis: Polar ducks it, catching her leg in midair and throwing her to the mat!
Polar gets to his feet and jumps in the air, senton splashing Ana. He rolls off of her and tags in Jeff Purse.
Shannan Lerch: Purse and Ana, once again.
Purse enters the ring and goes to pull Ana off of the mat--
Zach Davis: Ana rolls him up!
Zach Davis: NO, Purse rolls away! Brilliant move by Ana, catching Purse totally by surprise.
They both get to their feet rather quickly. Ana kicks Purse in the gut, doubling him over, and then plants him with a scissor kick! She pulls him up, whips him to the ropes and catches him with a belly to belly suplex on the return. Ana gets to her feet and grabs Purse's leg, applying an ankle lock.
Shannan Lerch: Ana's really twisting that ankle.
Zach Davis: She came in with a plan tonight-- take out Purse's legs and you take away most of his offense, even if he doesn't tap right now.
The ref continues to check Purse, who refuses to submit. Purse inches towards the ropes, but they are too far away-- he tries to flip over, and succeeds, kicking Ana off and sending her stumbling back-- right into Orbit on the apron, who makes the tag. Orbit enters the ring and begins trading blows with Purse.
Zach Davis: Back where we started with Jeff Purse and Steve Orbit.
Orbit catches Purse with a couple of good right hands before springboarding off the second rope with a disaster kick. Purse falls to a knee, but Orbit pulls him back up and throws him with a T-Bone suplex! Orbit covers Purse.
Zach Davis: Shoulder up at two!
Orbit goes to pull Purse off the mat but he's met with a slap in the face!
Shannan Lerch: The Mack looks like he's about to lose his cool.
Purse gets up and Orbit throws a wild right hand, which Purse ducks and catches Orbit with a shot to the ribs. He then plants Orbit with a DDT and leaps towards his corner, tagging in Polar Phantasm. Orbit slowly gets up and Polar approaches. Orbit reaches for Polar, attempting to grapple, but Polar slips behind him with a waistlock-- and then a german suplex. Phantasm attempts to bridge for the pin but Orbit rolls out before the ref can even get into position.
Zach Davis: I could watch these guys compete all day.
As Orbit gets up, Polar grabs him and hits him with a series of elbow smashes. Polar whips Orbit to the ropes-- Orbit ducks a clothesline on the return, and keeps running to the opposite ropes, grabbing ahold of the top rope to break his momentum. Polar turns around and Orbit catches him with a kick to the head. Phantasm stumbles back, and Orbit starts hitting him with forearms to the head, backing him into the corner. He attempts to set Polar on the top turnbuckle-- Polar elbows his way out, and shoves Orbit back, before leaping off with a double axehandle. Orbit is reeling, and Polar hits a quick swinging neckbreaker! He covers Orbit.
Zach Davis: NO, Orbit kicks out at two!
Shannan Lerch: This action has been back and forth constantly. Both teams are just giving it everything they have.
Orbit makes it back to his feet on shakey legs. Polar is back up and sends Orbit for another whip into the ropes that is reversed. Polar on the return with a forearm. Phantasm rebounds again into the ropes. Leapfrog by Orbit and Polar once more on the rebound. But Orbit follows him in for a clothesline that sends both men tumbling to the outside, hitting the cement floor at ringside. Jeff Purse and Ana Valentine are both trying to motivate their partners back into it.
Zach Davis: And both Polar Phantasm and Steve Orbit feeling the effects now. Both are struggling to their feet.
Shannan Lerch: They took a nasty spill to the outside and listen to this crowd, trying to help Ana and Jeff get them motivated!
The referee begins a ten count as both men struggle to make it back to the ring.
Orbit uses the apron to pull himself up. Polar is a few feet to his right, also pulling himself back into the ring.
Orbit slides himself under the bottom rope and into the ring, as does Polar. Both men begin slowly toward their corners.
Zach Davis: Each of them beating the count, and now they have to tag out.
Shannan Lerch: The question is, who makes it there first?
Orbit seems to have twisted his knee a bit during the fall and is favoring it as he fights through and makes his way closer to Ana. Polar is also slow as he makes his way to Purse. Polar makes the tag. Orbit makes the tag and the crowd goes wild.
Zach Davis: This crowd on their feet as Jeff Purse and Ana Valentine are now back into the mix. Orbit still favoring that knee.
Shannan Lerch: He may have sprained it, or it just could have been the way he landed. Either way, he needs some time to regroup and Ans is now the fresh competitor.
Ana and jeff circle each other momentarily and lock up. Jeff shoots around for a waist lock and her hoists Ana over for a release German suplex that she is able to counter by spinning mid air to land on her feet. Jeff hops back to his feet and is caught by the quick paced Ana with a headscissors takeover. Meanwhile. the referee is checking on Orbit to make sure he is alright.
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine using her agility and speed there to take Jeff Purse off guard. Both competitors still mostly fresh right now.
Shannan Lerch: They seem to be taking a brief moment to determine their next course of action and that might be a mistake.
Jeff nods slightly as he pulls himself back to his feet. Ana rolls back to hers and they both seem to have the same idea. However, the referee has determined that Orbit is alright and is JUST turning his attention back to the match at hand when, Jeff rushes for Ana, Ana rushes for Jeff. Each of them with a clothesline in mind... and the referee unknowingly turns right into their paths at the last second. Ana and Jeff both COLLIDE with the ref, waffling him unintentionally and the ref is down and out. Ana and Jeff both stumble back and fall from the force of impact. They look on stunned at what just happened.
Shannan Lerch: No there's no official. Look at what those idiots did!
Zach Davis: It was an accident. He wasn't paying attention to the action and got in the way.
Suddenly "Master of Puppets" hits and the crowd begins to boo as the newly returned to power COO of EPPW, Seth Lerch steps onto the stage.
Zach Davis: Oh boy, what is this about now?
Shannan Lerch: Seth is here to fix things. It's about time!
Seth grins as the crowd continues to boo him.
Seth Lerch: I am here to inform you all that this contest is hereby declared a NO CONTEST and will end in a result of double disqualification!
Zach Davis: WHAT?! That's absurd!
Shannan Lerch: It's the right thing to do. Look at the ref!
Seth Lerch: Further more, because members from BOTH teams assaulted an EPPW official. You will ALL be fined for your actions here tonight courtesy of our Chairman, Mr. Eric Price.
Everyone in the ring is mouthing words back at Seth, definitely not happy with this decision.
Zach Davis: Fined? You've gotta be kidding me. It was unintentional! That is plain as day.
Shannan Lerch: From where I am sitting, it looks like they had malicious intent.
Zach Davis: Oh for pete's sake!
Seth Lerch: But, as I've said all along... Eric Price and I? We're men of integrity. Fair men. So I'm out here to make an announcement, too. The World Title match at Blast has been determined.
The crowd buzzes. The men (and woman) in the ring look around at one another.
Seth Lerch: At Blast, for the first time ever... we will see JEFF PURSE FACE SARAH TWILIGHT FOR THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: JEFF PURSE IS GOING TO GET HIS HANDS ON SARAH TWILIGHT! Seth is acting like he's doing it to be fair, but I think he and Eric are just thinking of the buyrates.
Shannan Lerch: And say what you want about them, but... Sarah isn't a coward. She thinks she's the best, and she's definitely willing to beat Jeff Purse to prove it.
Seth Lerch: I'd say good luck, Jeff, but it's no matter. Eric and Sarah have already taken everything from you, and at Blast, Sarah is going to finish the job and take the last little piece of pride you may have left. And, personally, Jeff? I think she's going to end your career.
"Master of Puppets" hit again as Seth exits the stage, the fans booing. Polar, Orbit, Ana and Jeff all shake their heads in disgust as the match is thrown out... though Polar congratulates Jeff on his World Title opportunity.
Zach Davis: We've got our Blast main event. Jeff Purse versus Sarah Twilight... THIS is a match we've been dying to see since last week, and it isn't going to be pretty.
Shannan Lerch: I think my brother did the right thing ending this match. They assaulted a referee. That was the clear and fair decision to make. And then, to give Purse a World Title match, anyway? How selfless!
Zach Davis: You need a psychiatric evaluation. I tell you that much.
Shannan Lerch: Shut up. Anyway, fans, we'll see you at Blast!
Slam ends as Orbit and Valentine leave the ring and the Future Elements celebrate.