07/07/2013


Eric Price's Opening Segment

The Slam! logo appears on screen to start off the show as the live audience is heard in the background cheering excited that the show is beginning. The shot then pans over immediately to show the face of Eric Price with a huge grin on his face, wearing a full white suit with a navy blue shirt and a patriotic colored tie as he holds the EPPW US Title over his shoulder. The cheers heard in the background immediately turn to very audible boos as Eric speaks…

Eric Price: Welcome to Slam ladies and gentlemen, live tonight from Hershey, Pennsylvania! Admittedly, this would be just another dump but with it being the home of chocolate, it endears itself to the world. And our first pay per view under the EPPW Banner Blast! has come and gone! It was a great night for many involved. Of course Bravado retained the EPPW People’s Championship as the People’s Pastor Steeltoe Joe beat the holy hell out of Tek!

Crowd boos.

The shot then zooms out somewhat to reveal Sarah Twilight standing next to Eric Price with a huge smirk on her face, the World Title draped over her shoulder.

Eric Price: And of course, our great and dominant EPPW CEO, Executive Vice President of Human Resources, and our EPPW World Champion, she is your hero Sarah Twilight retained her title by beating up Jeff Purse and sending him home crying to Kari because he just couldn’t get the job done! But fear not my friends for she still loves you guys!

Eric gives a sarcastic wink at the audience when saying this last line.

Eric Price: And then of course you have me, yours truly, the EPPW Chairman, Owner, CIO, and now the newly crowned EPPW United States Champion when I beat FPV, I pinned his shoulder to the mat for the 1 – 2 – 3 in what was a great and fair contest, which saw me beat him down to a bloody pulp like the loser that he is! He can also now run home crying and whining and bitching to someone who gives a crap because he simply couldn’t beat greatness personified! Now then, what you see here are your Bravado Champions and I would like to take this opportunity to announce that Jonathan Jakobs, our newest member of Bravado will be competing later tonight and we will be bringing the EPPW TV Title home to Bravado as well.

Eric Price: But I have other announcements for later, for now, I would also like to state that tonight we are going to have two major events take place. First, tonight is Eric Price Appreciation Night II, which means that yet again several of our wrestlers as well as other stars will be paying tribute to yours truly, the EPPW Chairman, Owner, CIO, United States Champion, a real and great American Hero, Mr. Eric Price but more than that, we will also be having later tonight the celebration of our EPPW CEO, Executive Vice President of Human Resources and our real World Heavyweight Champion, Sarah Twilight! And let me state that she deserves even more than this honor for being such a great World Champion and for carrying the title with honor, integrity, decency, great morals and ethics, and unlike Cryogenix, we in Bravado possess class. One last item before the festivities commence, the fact that both of us are standing right here as champions … this right here proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that good things do indeed happen to good people! Have a pleasant evening!

Slam Intro

Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and Slam is on the air!

Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! The road to Ultimate Showdown is in full swing here tonight, with two Title matches.

Shannan Lerch: That's right. Titles are more important than ever, because having a belt by the end of the month means you get a shot at the Ultimate Showdown match... and Contendership status.

Zach Davis: Seth Lerch is set to announce Sarah's Ultimate Showdown opponents, in fact, as well as the match itself, so that'll be exciting. This is also... sigh... Eric Price Appreciation Night II.

Shannan Lerch: Not only that, but we're celebrating the "Real World Heavyweight Champion," Sarah Twilight, too. There's nothing factually incorrect about that, but it's still just asinine.

Zach Davis: Sarah is in action in our main event, teaming with her Bravado teammate against a group we've just recently seen form... Cryogenix. Represented tonight by FPV and Steve Orbit.

Shannan Lerch: A bizarre set of circumstances have lead us here. Firstly, the betrayals of both Sarah Twilight and Jonny Fly, turning their backs on the WCF and thereby destroying both Genesis and Pantheon. The return of the Polar Phantasm and subsequent formation of these two groups.

Zach Davis: Indeed, Cryogenix is basically a mishmash of the best of Pantheon and Genesis... we've got some interesting wars coming up.

Shannan Lerch: As mentioned earlier, two Title matches. The Polar Phantasm defends his newly won Television Title against none other than Jonathan Jakobs, of Bravado. Meanwhile, Jeff Purse wrestles Denise D'Evil, the new Hardcore Champion.

Zach Davis: Nathan von Liebert is apparently returning to our roster, as he's set to face Justin Turner. von Liebert proved himself to be the most twisted, sadistic man to ever come through here... and THAT'S saying something. And now he's back.

Shannan Lerch: But what is his agenda? We'll find out tonight.

Zach Davis: The new Tag Team Champions, Waylon Cash and John Gobble, team up with the newest protege of Scott Savage... Ana Valentine. I can't believe it...

Shannan Lerch: You don't know who you can trust around here anymore, Zach. Or, maybe you do.. no one.

Zach Davis: The group known as S-PAC, the Savage Political Action Committee, faces the Angels of Death. Night Rider, Voodoo, and.... Oblivion? I'm not sure what's going on with these guys for sure but we'll find out tonight, hopefully.

Shannan Lerch: Terry Roberts is also making his return tonight!, facing Tyler Walker. We haven't seen Synn for a while, what has he been up to?

Zach Davis: Uh... let me get this right. Arkham is teaming up with his... teddy bear?

Shannan Lerch: That's what Hugs and Stitches apparently is, Zach. Arkham and his bear.

Zach Davis: Well, they're facing the Big Time Jerks, this will be... interesting.

Shannan Lerch: More returns! Mariko and Ophelia Pain are back in action in a Triple Threat match with The Rookie.

Zach Davis: Biohazard faces GILGAMAX!, and we're supposed to have Jay Price interviewing for a job with Bobby Cairo, too! Let's get this night started!

Eric Price's Announcements

“The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system of the LA Memorial Coliseum as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!”

Zach Davis: And of course, what would Slam be these days without Eric Price showing up every 15 seconds to tell us his opinion on everything?

Shannan Lerch: As well he should, he knows better than we do.

Zach Davis: So Shannan, I take it your lips are permanently glued to his backside at this point?

Eric Price starts making his way down to the ring with the EPPW US Title draped around his shoulder with a grin on his face as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly.

Shannan Lerch: I just show him the respect he deserves. He has asked for it and he will get it from me. You should learn Zach … it might save your job some day.

Eric Price steps into the ring and asks for a microphone from the time keeper. He takes the microphone and stands in the center of the ring with a huge smile on his face as he soaks in the crowd’s boos while his music fades.

Eric Price: Tonight is a grand night! Tonight is Eric Price Appreciation Night II!

Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!

Eric Price: Now then, this week marks our historic return to the States after a tour in Oceania … for those of you who don’t know, that’s down south in Australia.

Crowd boos loudly

Eric Price: I know you people are pathetic losers and honestly, in this town it doesn’t surprise me to see you people who are so disgusting, ugly, and fat, no wonder it’s the home of chocolate. And some of you out there, you clearly bought two tickets because you need both seats to fit your wide asses!

Crowd: You screwed FPV! You screwed FPV! You screwed FPV!

Eric Price: Before I get to that, I’d like to make one official announcement regarding Bravado, we have added Jonathan Jakobs as a member and I would also like to announce officially here tonight that we are also adding Emmaleigh Shae, our new Executive Vice President of Spirituality to Bravado!

Zach Davis: More nepotism, more “Executive Vice Presidents” … he just hands out those titles like gummie bears.

Shannan Lerch: You’re just jealous!

Eric Price: But now, back to one Franklin Patrick Venable! Did I screw FPV? The answer is no, I did not. FPV screwed FPV, he made the decision not to defend the US Title under my leadership, he made the decision to not be an honorable man therefore I did what was right for the company and what was right for business. The title is now in the hands of a real patriot, a real American Hero, your real American Hero, yours truly Mr. Eric Price! And I will cherish this title proudly and carry it with the dignity of a real, patriotic American because I believe in the ethics, the values, the morals, the integrity that make America the greatest country in the World!

Crowd gives a mixed reaction as Eric pauses for a moment and notice something strange in the crowd

Eric Price: What is this? What is this?!

Eric Price stops talking as he directs his attention towards a group of men in the front row of the entrance. They are wearing a black and dark attire of black sweat pants and black sweat shirts. Although the real thing that seems to disturb Eric, is the night black masks that they are wearing over their faces. Five men stand wearing black, sporting the attire of the masked man who has been attacking men month after month and recently, Eric Price himself at Blast.

Eric Price: What do you gentlemen think you are doing?! Here dressed as a masked menace, which is a disrespectful act as it is, but what makes it worse is that you are here on MY appreciation night, and think you can just disrespect the new owner of EPPW?!

The masked men stand five tall, not speaking a single word while they look on at Eric. The look in Eric’s eyes can be seen and only described as shear rage and anger. Although before Eric puts the microphone back towards his mouth he takes a small sigh, and unveils an evil and twisted grin.

Eric Price: Well gentlemen, I apologize for this but the attire that you are wearing is currently unacceptable to wear to my appreciation night. Unfortunately for you five gentlemen, I now have to throw you out with no refunds. Security!

With a flick of his fingers, Eric signals for security to come out. Out comes two men, who have the arms of tree trunks. They are wearing official WCF security gear but with EPPW written over WCF. The two men walk down the ramp and into the crowd escorting the five men up the ramp. A smirk on the face of Eric is seen big on the titantron as the masked men are escorted.

Eric Price: See everyone this is exactly what will happen if you continue to chant and root for this horrible being that calls himself the masked man. He has done nothing but destroy the class and decency of this business.

The last and fifth man runs towards the ring from the bottom of the ramp. The security guards turn and go after the fifth masked man, but the others stop and attempt to attack the security guards with no prevail. Eric doesn’t see the masked man coming as he is attacked from behind, the crowd cheering at the sight.

The masked man continues to deliver elbows and knees to the back of Eric, forcing Eric to yell in pain. The masked man continues the assault upon Eric Price, as the knees and elbows turn into punches and kicks to the abdomen and torso. After a few moments pass the security guards are finally about to push aside the other men, and are able to slide into the ring, chasing off the masked man. Reacting from the security guards is the masked man, jumping out of the ring from the northeast turnbuckle and onto the concrete, escaping from the crowd up into the outers of the arena.

Eric is still lying on the ring mat, until the security guards assist him to his feet. After a few moments Eric regroups and tells the security guards to bring him the other four individuals dressed as the masked men. As the security guards reach the masked men, they already have their masks off showing that they are nothing but fans, and nothing more. Some men pull off their shirts to reveal a body not fit to be in a professional wrestling ring. Eric stands in the ring against the ropes as he orders the security guards to send them away.

Eric Price: GET THEM OUT OF MY ARENA!

After the moments pass and the cheering soften to a small murmur, Eric once again raises the microphone to his mouth. He continues to lean against the ropes as he regroups for support.

Eric Price: I suppose you all enjoyed that, huh? You all liked that so much, is that right?! I’ll tell you what you won’t like, next week live on Slam, because you all disrespected me so much … I was actually going to allow Mr. Venable to continue to work for me but because of you, later tonight, I will call out Franklin Patrick Venable to this ring and I’ll look him right in the eyes and yell “FRANKLIN PATRICK VENABLE … YOU’RE FIRED!”

The crowd builds back up again with boo’s until the entire arena erupts.

Eric Price: You’re not happy now are you? YOU’RE NOT HAPPY NOW! Oh and for the record, FPV being fired is not my fault, this is all your fault so Mr. Venable, when you’re fired later this evening, you can thank these morons you stick up for here in Hershey, Pennsylvania for having to stand in the unemployment line! I thank you all very much!

Eric looks on with a smile, soaking in all the “appreciation” that is being sent his way from the EPPW fans.

Zach Davis: But … wait a minute? So apparently Eric Price was not going to fire FPV but because of the masked man assaulting him and the crowd enjoying it, he has now decided on a petty whim that he will fire him, this is ridiculous!

Shannan Lerch: It’s his company and he felt disrespected. In the end, he said it best, it’s not his fault FPV is being fired, it’s this crowd’s fault.

Zach Davis: That’s a load of nonsense and you know it.

GILGAMAX! vs Biohazard

“Surfing with the Alien” by Joe Satriani plays as GILGAMAX! charges full bore down the ramp. He rolls inside, jumps to his feet, and runs the ropes on all four sides of the ring twice. GILGAMAX! then leaps onto the top turnbuckle in his corner and points out to the crowd with both arms extended, before thumping his chest repeatedly. Finally he drops off the ringpost and Tebows.

breakdown by biohazard plays and biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash

Zach Davis: These two are intergalactic warriors! Or something, I really have no idea.

The two run at each other and start brawling. Gilgamax gets the upper hand quickly and Dropkicks Biohazard in the knee. Ooze flies out of Bio's mouth, or spit, who knows. Either way, it's green. GILGAMAX hits a Jumping Calf Kick, followed by a Running Senton and a pin attempt!

One!

Two!

No!, Biohazard kicks out. GILGAMAX then puts him into a headlock.

Shannan Lerch: Biohazard and Tyler Walker have been teaming lately after being opponents, they're an interesting duo. I hear they have quite a following in the homosexual community for some reason.

Biohazard works his way up but GILGAMAX drops him with a Short Arm Clothesline. He then lifts Biohazard up but Biohazard spits ooze in his face!

Zach Davis: THERE IT IS!

Biohazard quickly pins GILGAMAX.

One!

Two!

Three!

Shannan Lerch: Whoa, Biohazard gets the win out of nowhere!

Zach Davis: Dat ooze.

Biohazard stands up and grabs a mic.

Biohazard: i want to dedicate this match to my partner tyler walker, win your match tonight and ill see you in the locker room bro

Biohazard leaves.

Oblivion Segment

Backstage, at the Hershey Park Arena, about an hour before Slam is about to start, Oblivion is seen walking around is IT's wrestling gear. The Monster is no longer in the happy go lucky mannerism IT had been displaying, as of late. The God of Insanity has a look that would kill on sight. Oblivion is walking heavy and giving no shits. A random no name Joe Schmo gets in IT's way....

WHAM!!!

Joe Schmo: AHH-H-H!! That son of bitch just hit me!!

Oblivion didn't just hit him, The Monster grab the schlub and threw him against the wall. Once Oblivion continued walking, anyone that got in Oblivion's way, moved out of the way very quickly....

WHAM!!

Maybe not too quickly, as another random individual got their face smashed against a wall. WCF backstage workers are working very hard getting things in order as some are using modified walking lifts to carry heavy equipment. One WCF employee that was using the modified walking lift bumps into Oblivion...

WCF Employee: Excuse me... OH SHIT. MY BAD OBLIVION!!

Oblivion grabs one of the boxes that was on the walking lift and smashes it over the head of the worker. The individual screams bloody murder, while grabbing his head. Once again, Oblivion was giving no shits. The Monster ends up walking into and towards the locker room. Oblivion is seen having some difficulties after being smashed over the head in his last promo. The back and forth violent behavior could be a sign of a typical brain injury. But, with Oblivion's current behavior, who could tell. the Monster of Madness walks into the locker room and the three person that Oblivion had just assaulted are following him into the locker room....

WHAM-BANG-SLAM... AHH-H-H-H!! MOTHERFUCKER!! WHAM!! AHH-HH!! BLAM!! SUM BITCH!! ....silence.

After a couple of minutes, the locker room door opens and someone walks out and it's not Oblivion. Well, it looks like Oblivion, but without IT's mask. This individual is clean shaven, hair is neat and he is wearing clean clothes. This person walks with purpose and is confident. People walks past this individual and calls out for Oblivion...

Person #1: Hey!! What's up Oblivion?

No response.

After a couple of moments, someone else walks past...

Person #2: Hey... Monster you ready for your match?

Oblivion look a like: Excuse you?!

Person #2: Oblivion do you think that the Angels of Death will stick together?

Oblivion look a like: Excuse you? My name is not Oblivion. My name is Alexander C. Eckhardt. I am not a dirty, filthy hardcore wrestler. I am a classical trained technical professional wrestler. WCF is going to get a huge look at Alexander Eckhardt real soon, i promise you that. Now, if you don't mind I'm rather quite busy...

Alexander Eckhardt walks away and someone bumps into him. Eckhardt grabs his own head, stumbles a bit and screams at the person that bumped into him.

Alexander Eckhardt: HEY MEATSACK!!! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE OBLIVION TO SHOVE IT'S BOOT UP YOUR ASS?! HOW 'BOUT IF IT RIPS YOUR HEAD OFF AND USE IT AS A BOWLING BALL?!?! FUCKWAD!!

Then immediately, Oblivion adjusts IT's neck(snap-crackle-pop) and IT's death glare and sneer disappears. Alexander Eckhardt is now back into power, whistling away as it walks with a purpose.

The Rookie vs Mariko vs Ophelia Pain

Zach Davis: Our next match, features two returning competitors... Mariko Shinoda and Ophelia Pain.

Shannan Lerch: This match-up should be fast paced and real exciting.

The lights in the arena shut off completely and a dark mass of glow in the dark flecks scamper out onto stage as "One Minute" by Krewella begins pounding out of the speakers in the arena. A small strobe starts flashing above the paint flecks as a woman starts singing and the lights start dancing around the arena. Once the bass drops the lights come back up completely to reveal Ophelia Pain, her tongue ring strobing behind her white teeth. She screams, along with the song, "YOU AIN'T GOIN ROUGH ENOUGH!" and starts dancing down the ramp. As she makes her way down the ramp, she stops and poses for pictures, ruffles some hair of kids, and she steals the hat off a fan next to the ring.

Kyle Steel: The following match-up is a triple threat match. Coming down to the ring... from Lima, Ohio weighing in at 148 pounds... SHE IS MISS MURDER OPHEE-EELIA-A-A PAI-AI-AIN!!

She sits on the ring apron and crosses her legs in a ladylike fashion until the song says "I'M LIKE THE DOPEST DOPE YOU'VE EVER SMOKED!!" when she throws her legs open and pulls herself through the middle and top ropes. She throws her arms into the air and grins widely out to the crowd.

Zach Davis: It's great to see Ophelia Pain back in a WCF ring!!

Thomas Buckley is walking out on stage as he goes down the ramp.

Kyle Steel: From Kansas, New Jersey weighing in at 175 pounds.... He is The Rookie.... THO-O-OMA-A-AS BU-UCKLEE-EY!!

The crowd murmurs, questioning his abilities. The Rookie walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring. Thomas proceeds to warm up.

Shannan Lerch: Now, it's time for our third competitor.

Crowd goes wild after "Pride" by SCANDAL hits the arena, then Mariko comes out with Yukata and holding a Sensu Fan. She walks through the ramp.

Kyle Steel: Introducing from Hakata, Japan.... Mariko!!!!

Mariko then climbs the steel steps and takes time for a short prayer. She comes into the ring then she poses while spreading her folding fan. Mariko takes off her Yukata and she ready to fight.

[DING-DING!!]

Zach Davis: This match is underway...

All three competitors circle the ring, measuring each other up. Ophelia Pain and Mariko look at each, then slowly back at The Rookie. After a short second, both Pain and Mariko charge at Thomas Buckley.

Zach Davis: It looks as if the female competitors wanna take out The Rookie first.

Shannan Lerch: THAT'S RIGHT!! FEMALE POWER!!!

The Rookie see the two charging women and proceeds to put his torso in between the middle and top rope....

Thomas Buckley: C'mon ref, back them up!!

Stanley Moser does his best trying to maintain a fiery Miss Murder and Mariko. The Rookie brings his torso back in the ring. Both female competitors are still trying to charge at Thomas Buckley.

The Rookie: Do your job Moser!! Allow me to have space.

The referee gently guides both female wrestlers back as The Rookie is completely in the ring. Once Stanley Moser sees the entire body of Thomas Buckley is in the ring, the referee steps aside and both Miss Murder and Mariko charges at The Rookie.

THUMP!!

Zach Davis: A boot to the mid-section of Mariko by The Rookie!

Buckley tosses Mariko into the corner, with her body hitting the turnbuckles hard. Ophelia Pain charges at the Rookie...

WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: The Rookie practically shoved a back elbow down the throat of Miss Murder.

Ms. Pain grabs her mouth, as The Rookie charges at Mariko.

Zach Davis: Thomas Buckley charges at Mariko...

THUD!!

Shannan Lerch: Mariko moves out of the way, as The Rookie slams hard into the corner.

But the impact with the corner, causes Thomas Buckley to charge out of the corner.

Zach Davis: The Rookie charges out of the corner. Mariko drops down and The Rookie jumps over her....

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: Ophelia Pain rocks The Rookie with a flipping dropkick.

As Miss Murder gets up from the mat, The Rookie was slowly standing up from off the mat....

WOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Mariko nails The Rookie with a jumping knee to the face.

The impact causes Thomas Buckley into the ropes. using the momentum from bouncing off the ropes, The Rookie...

WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: Clothesline on Ophelia Pain!!

WHAM!

Zach Davis: Clothesline on Mariko!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: Scoop slam on Miss Murder!!

Mariko charges at The Rookie...

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: A spine buster on Mariko!!

Thomas Buckley looks stunned at all of the chaos he had caused.

Shannan Lerch: I don't think this kid thought he had it in him.

Zach Davis: Give the kid a break. he's just a 16 year old kid in a REAL grown-up industry.

The Rookie, with his eyes wide open and a huge grin on his face, he reaches down for Ophelia Pain...

Shannan Lerch: Look at that expression on Miss Murder's face, as she looks at The Rookie.

Ophelia slowly stands up with a smirk across her face and she puts out her hand.

Zach Davis: It looks like Miss Ophelia Pain wants to be professional after all.

Thomas Buckley looks around the arena, as the crowd screams at her, to not trust her. Sheepishly The Rookie puts out HIS hand and they proceed to shake hands. Buckley tries to remove his hand, but she refuses to let go. She proceeds to shake his hand hard and Harder and HARDer and HARDER, until The Rookie is screaming out in pain.

Shannan Lerch: I think Thomas Buckley is screaming out in pain about his shoulder. I think we all saw Ophelia Pain Raging Out!!

Miss Murder takes a few steps back, as The Rookie braces himself against the corner.

Shannan Lerch: Ms. Pain runs over to The Rookie...

Thomas Buckley's eyes widens as he sees a charging and screaming Miss Murder coming his way.

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: ...MONKEY FLIP!!

The Rookie lands hard as his backside and back collides with the mat. Mariko takes this as an opportunity and charge at Ophelia Pain.

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Back elbow by Miss Murder on Mariko.

Ophelia Pain charges as the Japanese native, passing her by...

WHAM!!!

Shannan Lerch: Miss Murder hits Mariko with an inverted ddt.

Zach Davis: Here comes The Rookie...

WHAM!!

Ophelia Pain nails Buckley with a kick to his mid-section...

THWACk-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: Miss Murder jabs her fingers into the throat of Thomas Buckley!!

Stumbling back, The Rookie gasps for air, as Ms. Pain approaches him.

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: An uppercut forearm.

That forearm causes Buckley backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them...

WHAM!!

The Rookie nails Ophelia Pain with a hard clothesline. That gets the crowd going and Thomas Buckley excited.

Miss Murder stands up...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: Shoulder breaker!!

Uncharacteristically, Thomas Buckley bends down to shout at Ophelia Pain....

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM-THUD!!

Zach Davis: Out of nowhere... YURUNEBA!! SCISSORS KICK BY MARIKO!!

Shannan Lerch: Ophelia Pain and Thomas Buckley are both down and motionless!!

Mariko walks over to Miss Murder and picks her up...

Zach Davis: What does she have in mind here?

Mariko picks up Ophelia and places her, face up, on her right shoulder.

Shannan Lerch: Backbreaker rack!!

Stanley Moser goes over to Miss Murder...

Stanley Moser: What will it be Ophelia?! Do you submit?!

Ophelia Pain: NO-O-O-O-O!!!

The Rookie slowly moves around and looks at the direction of Mariko.

Zach Davis: Thomas Buckley is quickly getting up and...

WHAM!!

The Rookie nails Mariko with a double fist in the middle of her shoulder blades, which causes her to drop Ophelia Pain down onto the mat. Mariko stumbles around, while grabbing the back of her head. That gives The Rookie enough time to rush over to a corner and climb up the turnbuckles.

Shannan Lerch: The Rookie is ready to fly!!

Mariko slowly turns around and Buckley flies off the top turnbuckle and hits Mariko with a flying crossbody block.

Zach Davis: Our first pin attempt of the match!!

The referee slides into position...

Crowd: One!!

Crowd: TW-... NO-O-O-O!!!

Miss Murder flies and nails The Rookie with a double fist. She attempts to grab Buckley but...

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: The Rookie just smacked the face of Miss Murder with a spinning back fist!!

Ophelia grabs her face and see a small amount of blood. She wants to react, but calmly decides against it. The Rookie runs up behind Ophelia Pain...

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: BULLDOG!!

After landing hard onto the mat, Ophelia checks her mouth again and the amount of blood, in her mouth, IS increasing.

Zach Davis: But watch out!! HERE COMES MARIKO!!

Mariko pushes The Rookie into a corner...

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!! WHOO-OOSH-WHAM WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: Kesagiri chop after Kesagiri chop after Kesagiri chop, Mariko is wearing down Thomas Buckley!!

Mariko slightly backs off and steps a few feet away...

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD... HERE COMES MARIKO...

Mariko charges fast and hard at The Rookie who is braced up against the corner...

WHAM!!

Crowd: OU-U-U!!

Shannan Lerch: Mariko just nearly obliterated Thomas Buckley with that running dropkick.

The Rookie stumbles out from the corner and then just collapses in front of the corner. Mariko jumps up in the air and lands with a hard legdrop.

Zach Davis: Mariko is going for the pin!!

Stanley Moser slides into position...

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE-EE-EE... NO-O-O-O!!

Shannan Lerch: Ophelia Pain stops the count just in time.

Miss Murder grabs for Mariko...

WHAM-POP!!

Mariko jumps up and pops her knee against the mouth of Ophelia Pain, in which a good amount of blood starts to slowly trickle out. Mariko grabs Ophelia and tosses her into the ropes.

POP!!

Zach Davis: Mariko nails Ophelia Pain in her mid-section, causing her to bend down. Mariko flies off the ropes, after bouncing off of them....

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: YURUNEBA!! SCISSORS KICK!!

Miss Murder collapses down to the mat. Mariko goes to her, towering over her. Mariko grabs the top ring rope and proceeds to stomp down onto to her!!

Zach Davis: Ophelia Pain is not moving!! I think one of those kicks, knocked her out unconsciously!!

Mariko grabs Miss Murder and drags her out to the center, of the ring and goes for a pin. the referee slides into position...

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Ophelia throws her shoulder up!!

Shannan Lerch: This match has been back and forth!!

Ophelia wraps her arms around her opponent's neck, locking them in a head lock. She allows the accumulative amount of blood to cover her teeth.

Zach Davis: Miss Murder with a sick expression across her face, smiles widely at Mariko!!!

Shannan Lerch: And now Miss Murder presses her lips firmly against her Mariko's lips!!

The large amount of blood that was in Miss Murder's mouth is now all over Mariko's face.

After spitting the blood into the face of Mariko, Ophelia Pain tosses Mariko into the corner...

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: Where in the Hell did he come from?!?

Thomas Buckley nails Mariko with a flying dropkick, sending her HARD down to the mat. The Rookie grabs after Miss Murder...

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: A nasty DDT!!

The Rookie pushes Ophelia Pain out of the ring, by using his feet, pushing her under the bottom ring rope. Ms. Pain crashes hard on the ringside area. Thomas Buckley looks around wildly!!

Shannan Lerch: The Rookie has the wild look in his eyes.

The Rookies runs to a nearby corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He throws his arms in the air, before leaping off the top turnbuckle...

Zach Davis: The Rookie has some major elevation there...

Thomas Buckley flies through the air, before landing hard on Mariko with an outstanding flying elbow-drop!!

Shannan Lerch: Stanley Moser is in position...

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE-EE-EE!!

[DING-DING-DING!!]

Zach Davis: The Rookie Thomas Buckley has just won the match!!

Hugs and Stitches vs The Big Time Jerks

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 as he and Freddy are in deep discussion of their upcoming match.

Kyle Steel: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from The Asylum on The Island Of Misfit Toys, weighing in at a combined two hundred and ninety six pounds, the team of Arkham and Freddy Ripskin.....HUGS AND STITCHES!

The crowd, unsure of what to make of this unusual team, murmurs as the referee tries to make heads or tails of the situation.

Zach Davis: Are we actually doing this tonight? Are we really having a tag team match featuring a teddy bear on live television?

Shannan Lerch: It would appear so Zach, but I don't see your issue with it.

Zach Davis: But..I...what? You don't?

Shannan Lerch: No, I don't see any issue with this.

Zach Davis: Have you considered seeing Dr. Von Newman yet?

Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponents...

"Broken out in love" by Mark Crozer and The Rels starts blasting as the WCFtron reads "Big Time Jerks" on it. Out walk Adam and Austin and the crowd erupts with chants of "BTJ".

Kyle Steel: From Abilene, Texas, weighing in at a combined five hundred pounds, the team of Austin Adams and Adam Young....The Big Time Jerks!

They walk towards the ring with icey glares on their faces. Stan Murdoch pulls out a mic.

Stan Murdoch: People the days of watching overpaid idiots take you on trips into their own egos is gone. My boys right here are returning the WCF back into a family entertainment mecca. The days of the seven deadly words are gone. No longer will there be scantly clad females in front of you Godly people. This is a fight between good and evil. Southern morals shall rule over the WCF and bring back high family values. We are not the bad guys but the righteous who have come to repair your moral order.

Shannan Lerch: Well that was something.

Zach Davis: Since when did we have scantily clad women in front of us?

Shannan Lerch: Well there was that one time at my bac...oh you meant here on WCF TV? Never.

Zach Davis: Wait, what were you going to say? I think that was the first time I actually wanted to hear you finish a sentence.

Murdoch hands off his microphone and takes a spot at ringside as Adams and Young slide into the ring. The referee does his normal pat down of the wrestlers and then Adams and Young discuss who is going to be starting for their team. Adams steps out into the apron as the referee looks to Arkham and Freddy who are arguing over who should start.

Zach Davis: I thought Dr. Von Newman was supposed to weed out the crazy people in WCF.

Shannan Lerch: There's nothing wrong with talking to a stuffed bear. I'm sure when you were a kid you had an imaginary friend.

Zach Davis: I actually had real friends. And a life. Also, this Arkham guy is a fully grown man, not a kid.

Shannan Lerch: Well if you feel so strongly about this maybe you should have a talk with Arkham about his teddy bear.

Zach Davis: Err, let's just get on with the match.

The referee has decided to get things moving and he signals for the bell.

[DING! DING! DING!]

Arkham sets Freddy on the top turnbuckle in their corner and then begins circling the ring with Young. Both men move in and tie up with Young getting hold of an arm and twisting it behind Arkham's back in a hammerlock. Young torques on the arm but Arkham seems to be oblivious to the pain as he uses his free arm to hit Young in the face with an elbow. Arkham now reaching back and grabbing the head of Young as he whips him forward with a snapmare. Arkham drops down to one knee and delivers a sharp bionic elbow to the top of the head and Young drops to the mat clutching the top of his head. Arkham with the early pin attempt.

ONE!

Young quickly kicks out as the referee barely gets to a one count. Arkham back up to his feet and he allows Young to do the same before moving in. Arkham grabs an arm and tries to whip Young into the ropes but it's Young with the reversal, sending Arkham into the ropes. Arkham goes back and Young takes him to the mat with a drop toe hold. Young now quick to keep Arkham down as he kicks him in the side when he tries to push himself back up. Young now hitting the ropes and he comes back with a low dropkick to the side. Arkham rolling across the ring holding his side as Young gets to his corner and tags in Austin Adams.

Zach Davis: And there's the first tag of the match which brings me to my next question. Even if Arkham truly does believe that this teddy bear, this Freddy, talks to him, what does he expect to happen in this tag team match?

Shannan Lerch: What do you mean?

Zach Davis: What do I mean? It's a teddy bear! Are you telling me he's going to tag in a teddy bear? This isn't a tag team match, it's a handicap match!

Shannan Lerch: Oh so just because someone talks to a teddy bear they're handicapped? That's discrimination Zach! You should be ashamed!

Zach Davis: I have no words for how stupid you sound right now.

Adams enters the ring and the pair go for the double team as they pull Arkham to his feet and then drop him with a double suplex. The referee sets to getting Young out of the ring as Adams rolls Arkham onto his back for the pin. The referee runs and slides into position for the count.

ONE!

But Arkham quickly pushes Adams off of him with authority. Arkham up to his feet and he goes right after Adams. Adams using his speed advantage to duck under the arms of Arkham and he starts kicking at the back of Arkham's massive legs. The big man drops to one knee and Adams delivers a kick to the side of the head. Young is on the apron and wants back in the match in the worse way. Adams obliges and tags his partner back into the match.

Zach Davis: And again it's The Jerks with a quick tag as they continue to dictate this match.

Young steps through the ropes and with a smirk begins directing traffic as he and Adams pull Arkham back up to his feet and set him up for a double DDT. Arkham though shows signs of life as he shoves Young off of him and to the mat before clotheslining Adams to the mat. Young right back up off the mat and he leaps onto the back of Arkham with a sleeper hold as Adams rolls on the mat clutching his throat. Young continues to hold on tight as Arkham stumbles around the ring with Young freely swinging on his back. The referee checks on Adams and then tries to get him out of the ring but Adams pushes him off as he goes after Arkham. It looks like Adams is going to go for a spear but Arkham gets a boot up and plants it in the top of Adams' skull. Down goes Adams as Arkham reaches back, grabs Young by the head and whips him forward with a slam.

Shannan Lerch: What a slam! Did you hear that impact?

The big man Arkham has to drop down to one knee as he shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck.

Zach Davis: I did but look at Arkham. That sleeper was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Shannan Lerch: When was there a camel in this match?

Zach Davis: I...oh for the love of God Shannan, it's a saying. It means Arkham has been getting his ass handed to him all match and now it's showing.

Shannan Lerch: Well why didn't you say that in the first place?

Zach Davis: You're right, I'm the idiot. Next time I'll keep my references at the preschool level.

Arkham now pushing himself back up to his feet and it looks like he's going to go after Young when he stops and turns back to his corner. He's looking right at Freddy, head cocked just a bit.

Zach Davis: What the hell is he doing? Young and Adams are down, go for a pin. Go for anything!

Arkham nods his head and then walks over to the corner where he reaches out and tags Freddy's paw. The referee looks bewildered as Arkham steps out onto the apron.

Zach Davis: I have no words for this insanity.

Adams and Young look back and forth at each other like they can't believe this either. The referee yells for Arkham to get back into the ring but he simply points at Freddy as if to say he's the legal man. The referee starts to say something else when suddenly the lights in the arena drop.

Shannan Lerch: AH! Hold me I'm scared.

Zach Davis: Not with all the rubber gloves in the world.

The lights snap back on....AND THERE'S A GUY IN A FREDDY BEAR SUIT IN THE RING!

Zach Davis: WHAT IS THIS?!?!

The referee, Adams and Young all take a few steps back as the guy in the suit just stands there watching them. They then all look at Arkham who motions to the bear suit guy.

Shannan Lerch: Is that...Freddy?

Zach Davis: I'm not even going to try and figure this one out.

"Freddy" raises up his bear paws and motions for Young to come and get some. Young looks to the referee for some sort of an answer but the referee simply shrugs his shoulders and tells him to get on with the match. Adams steps back out onto the apron, looking quite befuddled, as Young tries to figure out how to wrestle a man in a bear suit. Figuring that he can't move too well, Young goes right at him but gets a clothesline for his troubles. "Freddy" now dropping on top of Young and he begins slapping him in the face with his bear paws. Young is forced to defend himself as the referee steps in and warns him about using a closed fist.

Shannan Lerch: How can the referee warn him about a closed fist? It's not even a fist, it's a paw.

Zach Davis: I wonder if Hank Brown wants to switch jobs?

Young is finally able to roll "Freddy" off of him and he scurries to his corner where he leaps and tags in Adams. Adams cautiously enters the ring and begins to circle the ring as "Freddy" remains put in the center of the ring. Adams now going for a tie up and "Freddy" obliges. Adams gets control and he manages to get "Freddy" in a side headlock as Young cheers him on from the apron. "Freddy" however fights back with an elbow to the gut and Adams' hold loosens up. "Freddy" with another elbow and he's completely free. Adams tries to tie up again but "Freddy" catches him with a right paw to the jaw and then he scoops him up before dropping him with a slam. Adams hits the mat, rolls and then hops right back up but "Freddy" drops him with another scoop slam. This time Adams is a bit slower to get up so "Freddy" gives him a paw before lifting him up and putting him in a bearhug.

Shannan Lerch: Now would you call that a bearhug or just a regular hug since it's a bear doing it?

Zach Davis: I bet this is the point in most commentator's careers that they start drinking.

Young, tired of seeing his partner being humiliated by a bear, enters the ring and clips "Freddy" in the leg from behind. Adams is dropped to the mat as "Freddy" drops to his knees. Young now grabbing hold of the bear head and it looks like he's trying to rip it off as Arkham enters the ring. Seeing the big man coming Young quickly exits the ring as the referee tries to keep Arkham back. With the referee busy, Young slides back into the ring and begins hammering away at the head of "Freddy". Adams recovers and joins in as the referee is doing everything he can to keep Arkham back and unaware of the two on one.

Zach Davis: All right! Take it to that dumb bear!

Adams and Young get "Freddy" to his feet and then quickly drop him right back to the mat with a double DDT. Arkham is forced to get back to the apron as the referee turns around just as Young gets back out onto the apron, holding up his hands in innocence. Adams drops down on top of "Freddy" with a half hearted pin attempt as the referee drops into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

NO!

Zach Davis: OH COME ON REF!

Adams looks stunned as the referee flashes him two fingers. Young begins banging on the top turnbuckle, demanding to be tagged in as Adams still looks like he's shock. "Freddy" begins stirring on the mat as Arkham yells for him to tag him in. "Freddy" begins crawling to the corner as Adams snaps out of it and grabs hold of a foot. "Freddy" flips over onto his back and uses his legs to shove Adams off of him and to the floor. "Freddy" now scurrying to his corner as Young leans over the ropes and tags himself in. "Freddy" reaches his corner just as Young enters the ring and starts to go after him. Arkham reaches out to tag himself in and the lights in the arena drop.

Shannan Lerch: AH! Not again!

The lights pop back on and the Freddy bear is back sitting on the top turnbuckle with the guy in the bear suit nowhere in sight. Arkham however is in sight as he's standing right behind Young. Young finally realizes that Arkham is behind him and he turns around in time to catch a boot to the gut. Young is doubled over and Arkham lifts him up on his shoulders before dropping him with the Scrambled Dreams. Adams scrambles back into the ring but catches a boot to the face for his troubles. Arkham now looking to Freddy and he flashes him a thumbs up as he pulls Adams back to his feet. Arkham pulling Adams in and then he drops him on top of Young with a powerbomb.

Zach Davis: This is a travesty. An absolute travesty.

Arkham now walking over to the corner and he picks up Freddy before walking back to the center of the ring. He sets Freddy down on the mat and then pulls Young to his feet. Arkham now setting up Young for the Manhattan Project and he hits in right on top of Freddy.

Shannan Lerch: That's The Bearhattan Project!

Zach Davis: Of course it is.

Arkham now setting Freddy on top of Young and stepping back as the referee shrugs and goes for the three count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Shannan Lerch: And Hugs and Stitches pick up the win!

Zach Davis: The only good thing I can say is at least this match is over.

"Bleed For Me" hits the PA system as Arkham gathers up Freddy and walks over to the corner. He drops down to a sitting position and begins hugging Freddy as the referee checks on Adams and Young. Suddenly the lights drop and then pop back on seconds later revealing Arkham and Freddy to be long gone. We go to commercial.

Eric Price/John Gobble/RVN/Scott Savage Segment

"Chicken in Black" By Johnny Cash plays over the P.A. system. Boos spread through the arena as John Gobble struts to the ring and hops up the steps. He climbs the turnbuckle and perches himself at the top with his hands tucked beneath his arms and his elbows pointing up like wings. He hops off the turnbuckle and flaps his arms on the way down then struts to the other side of the ring to grab a mic.

John Gobble: As many of you probably know, though I can't attest to the attention span of a 'wrestling fan', that a few weeks ago I suffered a career crippling loss to a Mr. Cheetah Fighter. I had to move out of the country and take a job on a terrible independent film just to keep my career alive. My dignity was trampled and destroyed and for the last two weeks I have been going straight to management trying to get my rematch but because of the backwards policy and iron clad contract clauses, I have not been able to get my rematch. *gobble gobble*

The crowd erupts with laughter as John Gobble jerks his head around.

John Gobble: STOP LAUGHING! See this is what Cheetah Fighter has done to me. I can't do anything without being laughed at or mocked. I need this rematch but one thing *buk* or another *buk buk* has gotten in my way. Last week I found out that Cheetah Fighter doesn't even work here anymore. But that isn't going to stop me from trying damn it. So, Cheetah Fighter, if you're listening, consider this a formal challenge to give me my chance to return order and balance to my life.

John pauses for a moment and turns to the ramp as if waiting for Cheetah Fighter to come out this very second. A murmuring emanates from the crowd as they sit, wondering if Cheetah Fighter will be coming out any second. John Gobble turns back to the camera.

John Gobble: Cheetah...*brraaww*...Fi...*brrrraaaawww*...FIGHTER! Don't make me do something I don't want to do...Accept my challenge and next week we will have our match so I can end this terrible chapter of my life.

John pauses again, waiting for Cheetah Fighter to come out like a dues ex machina for the people to cheer.

John Gobble:...Fine, I didn't want to do this but you leave me no choice!

John quickly drops to his knees while clasping both his hands around the mic.

John Gobble: Please! Please! Please! I need this match! I can't eat or drink or sleep! *gobble gobble* *BAWK!* *buk buk buk BUKAW*

As John is bukawing and gobbling, Scott Savage rushes down to the ring without any music. He stops at the edge of the ring yelling for John Gobble to get out of the ring and to stop making a fool of himself.

John Gobble: *buk buk buk buk* No Scott, *brrrraaaawwww* this is something I have to do! I have to...

All of a sudden "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell blasts over the P.A. system as Eric Price walks onto the Ramp with Dr. RVN right next to him and boos fill the arena almost over powering the music itself. Scott makes his way to the other side of the ring as he gives Eric a suspicious glance.

Eric Price: People, a little civility is in order!

Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!

Eric Price: John ... please, I can't watch you do this any longer. I told you you should get help but you were too proud to listen and now, as it has been made clear for all of the EPPW roster, we are providing mental health evaluations to get help to those who truly need it and Gobble...I don't need to wait for an evaluation to see that you have fallen off the deep end. So what I want to do for you since I am such a charitable owner, leader, visionary, and as a great American Hero, I am making it mandatory for you to attend a support group where there are others just like you but don't worry, the whole thing will be spearheaded by our Executive Vice President of Behavioral Health and our Staff Psychologist, Dr. Rutherford Von Newman.

The crowd erupts with boos. Scott quickly rolls into the ring and turns Gobble around to face him as he shakes his head and tells him not to trust Eric Price.

Eric Price: Oh, this is not up for debate. You see, your attendance in this support group is mandatory because if you fail to go to the support group well then, I'll have no choice but to fire you and then no matter what, you will never get your match with Cheetah Fighter.

John Gobble jerks his head around to face Eric with his jaw dropped then he looks back at Scott who is livid and still protesting.

John Gobble: Scott...Scott, its okay, just wait for me in my trailer.

Scott stared in disbelief as if insulted as John drops the mic and exits the ring. He struts up the ramp and stops to face RVN. RVN stared, observing the rather strange behavior of the turkey man. John Gobble shouts out with a bawk and struts past them after pantomiming kicking dirt on RVN. Eric Price mouthing an insincere apology to Scott as he shrugs and turns to walk up the ramp and past the curtain leaving Scott to wonder what just happened.

Terry Roberts vs Tyler Walker

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.

The house lights dim as the jumbo screen showers with static before bold red letters flash across them.

TAP!

SNAP!

OR NAP!!!

The screen then begins showing highlights of Terry's WCF career as the first chords of Motorheads "Hellraiser" booms over the crowd with a near mesmerizing visual assault of decadent red, purple, and black strobing laser lights bringing the fans to their feet, followed by a massive wall of flames that rain down on, as another wall of flame shoots up from the main stage lasting 20 seconds creating a large billowing cloud of white smoke. As the song goes into the chorus, Terry, with a red and black guitar slung over his shoulder steps forth from the misty haze. Looking out upon the frenzied crowd with a pretensiously cocky grin that matches the bad intent in his eyes. once his gaze comes to the ring, he takes a battle styled side stance pointing to the ring just as the song hits a drum/guitar solo, the screen breaks from the highlights to flash more red letters that the fans read out in unison.

YOU!

ARE NOT!

READY!

Terry then heads to the ring, feeding off the electric excitement in the air as he works the fans into a frenzy, when he arrives at ringside, he unstraps the guitar, walks over to the nearest ringpost, raising the stock end of the guitar high into the air, blowing a clear mist towards it, creating an enormous fireball that floats high over the ring getting a big pop from the crowd. As Terry climbs up the ringstairs stepping through the ropes into the ring, the song fades, the strobes end, the house lights return to normal. Once at his corner he takes off his non wrestling gear before crouching down, staring coldly at his opponent. The pretensiously cocky smile replaced with an hateful scowl that matches the disdan in his eyes.

Tyler sneers at Terry, winds his arms back deep bringing them forward in a power pose showing off his muscular build. The fans boo as Terry chuckles, nodding his head. Tyler points at Terry, demanding he try to top that.

As the fans begin cheering Terry on, Terry's eyes narrow, focusing on Tyler. Stepping to the center of the ring, Terry starts shaking his arms, rolls his head to flex the muscles in his neck, points at Tyler before quickly falling to one knee, pressing two fingers against his throat as a huge spray of green mist erupts from his lips rising several feet into the air causing Tyler to jump into a corner taken completely by surprise, the fans erupt in cheers as Terry grins at Tyler.

Terry then crouches down hunched in a predatory style, licking his now green lips, staring at Tyler with cold steely eyes, Terry sticks his long tongue out, letting green colored saliva drip from it, the fans are eating up the mind games as Tyler looks on horrified, then enraged, Tyler rushes forward hitting a vicious boot to Terry's face, letting the rage run wild he begins to pound on his opponent, hard sledgehammer blows as he punishes Terry for one upping him. Tyler then runs towards the ropes, rebounding he uses the momentum for extra height with a jumping elbow drop to the back. Terry lays sprawled on the mat, stunned by the vicious and sudden beat down. Tyler points down to his foe as he screams out to the crowd.

Tyler: HA! THIS IS YOUR MONSTER?

Looking down at Terry with a truimphant smile, Tyler gets on one knee, reaching down he grabs a hand full of Terry's hair pulling his head up. sneering in disgust.

Tyler: I'm a beast. bitch.

Using the hand full of hair Tyler brings Terry up, wrapping one of Terry's arms over his next neck Tyler muscles Terry up into the air, holding him there for roughly 20 seconds before bringing him crashing hard to the mat with a stalling vertical suplexe. Tyler then gloats, standing to his feet, flexing his muscles putting one foot on Terry;s chest for the pin. The ref barely slaps the mat for a one count before Terry raises a shoulder.

Zach Davis: Holy smokes fans, Tyler held Terry up for a good 20 seconds, Terry is no lightweight, that is about 270 plus pounds there folks.

Shannan Lerch: Terry is known for a power styled attack, he might want to change that strategy here as Tyler might very well be able to take Terry on equally in the strength department.

Zach Davis: It's gonna take alot more than that to defeat Terry though.

Tyler picks Terry up, with a whip to the ropes Tyler catches Terry on the rebound executing a near perfect power slam, Tyler then poses to the crowd

Shannan Lerch: he is really proud of those muscles, ain't he?

Zach Davis: Tyler has the upper hand at the moment, but he needs to worry less about the fans and more about his opponent. Terry is not one to be taken lightly.

Tyler points to the prone body of Terry Roberts, smiling arrogantly.looking down at his opponent.

Tyler: Synn? SYNN? they should call you "Sucks", asshole.

The crows boos as Tylers shoves with his foot. Then grabbing another hand full of hair Tyler brings Synn to his feet, then begins to further soften his opponent with hard rights to the head before muscling Terry into a nearby corner, Tyler further mocks his opponent by shoving his hands in Terrys face before he hauls back striking a hard bitch slap.

Zach Davis: Tyler Walker seems to be in complete control, Shannan, you and I have both seen Terry reach down and bring out that monster inside of him he calls Synn, the way Tyler is just dominating him here tonight, I am beginning to wonder if Terry should have come back? There seems to be nothing left of that monster anymore.

Shannan Lerch: I never liked Terry, but he could definitely bring it, and he hasn't shown that old spark like you said Zach.

Back in the ring, Tyler mock Terry a little more, screaming curses to him before grabbing a wrist sending Terry crashing into the opposing ring corner. Tyler pumps his arms a couple of times. eliciting boos from the crowd, then with a dead start runs at Terry nailing a hard clothesline to the chest, Terry slouches in the corner from the impact. Smiling as he feels the match is well within hand. Wishing to further punish his opponent before finishing him off, Tyler smirks at the crowd, taunting them before hitting Terry with a open hand chop, the blow seemingly has no effect, Tyler hits another open hand chop, again no effect, The fans begin to cheer as Terry slowly stands upright, Tyler swings back, hitting a knife edge chop this time, but Tyler gets the same results, no effect.Tyler then grabs Terry by the head, nailing several hard punched as Tyler begins to feel the lose of momentum. The crowd stands to it's feet. the punches had no effect, Terry snaps his head back, whipping his long black hair out of his face. Tyler throws his hands up, and starts backing away as he looks at the maniacal almost frenzied look in Terry's eyes. Terry quickly spins around facing the turnbuckle, in rapid succession he slams his own head against it, before turning around facing Tyler once again, the wild look even more frantic than ever. Tyler begins shaking his head no, realizing he has awakened the beast

Shannan Lerch; SYNN???

Zach Davis: THERE IT IS, TYLER WALKER HAS AWAKENED THE MONSTER!! Oh my lord, things are about to get violent folks.

Terry: RRRAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With the scream of pure emotion, the fans erupt in wild cheers as Terry comes storming out of the corner connecting with a big boot to Tylers face with such force that Tyler spins 190 degrees in the air before crashing down to the mat.

Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD!!

Zach Davis: Oh my word, Tyler is going to be feeling THAT in the morning, and just like that the tide has turned.

Tyler is then put into the TAP, SNAP OR NAP!

Shannan Lerch: And Tyler chooses to tap!

Indeed, Terry Roberts picks up the victory.

Jay Price's Job Interview

"The Number Six" by Lamb Of God starts playing over the speaker system of the arena as the crowd seems a bit confused over this unknown theme.

Zach Davis: I wasn't aware of anyone new debuting tonight. Were you?

Shannan Lerch: No, this is news to me. There was nothing in my n-

The crowd suddenly lets out a massive pop as Jay Price strolls out from the back with a big smile on his face. He lets the crowd lose it for a few seconds before heading down the ramp toward the ring.

Zach Davis: Well this is surprising. We had been told that Jay Price would be sitting down with Bobby Cairo tonight for a job interview. But what is he doing out here?

Shannan Lerch: I guess he wanted to give his farewell address to the EPPW crowd before Bobby told him to hit the road.

Jay seems rather optimistic as he slaps a few fans hands before taking the ring steps up onto the apron and stepping through the ropes into the ring. Jay asks Kyle Steel for his microphone and then waves him out of the ring as he waits for the crowd to settle down.

Jay Price: So apparently tonight I'm supposed to get down on my knees and beg for a job with Eric Price Pro Wrestling.

Boos from the crowd.

Jay Price: Beg for a job? Muah? Apparently someone back in Reading has forgotten just who the hell I am.

Crowd: PRICE! PRICE! PRICE!

Jay Price: Apparently someone back in Reading has forgotten that I am still Jay Fucking Price and the last thing you want to do is try and force my hand.

Crowd: JAY FUCKING PRICE! JAY FUCKING PRICE! JAY FUCKING PRICE!

Price can't hide the grin on his face as he waves the crowd on, encouraging them to get louder. He lets this go on for a bit before waving for them to settle down.

Jay Price: But what the hell, if the people running this show want to put on a little act to make themselves look all big and bad, then so be it. I suppose for just one night I can put on a smile, nod my head and say "Yes Sir" with almost no sarcasm if it means I can get back to dropping people on their faces.

There's a pop from the crowd as Price again smiles.

Zach Davis: Well this is a bit of a surprise. Is Jay Price actually saying that he's willing to play ball with EPPW?

Shannan Lerch: It would appear so!

Price then reaches his hand into his suit jacket and pulls out a small silver flask from which he takes a swig.

Zach Davis: ...of course. He's been drinking.

Jay Price: So Bobby Cairo, you told your secretary to tell me to head out to the ring for this thing and here I am. So what say you and I get this over so I can get back to what it is that I do best?

Price lowers the microphone as he stares toward the stage, expecting Bobby Cairo to head on out. Minutes pass and there is still no sign of Cairo. The crowd starts growing restless and begins booing as Price begins pacing the ring.

Jay Price: All right, can't say I didn't expect you to pull a power play and make me look like an ass by drawing this thing out. But enough is enough Cairo, get your ass out here and let's do this thing.

Price lowers the microphone again as the crowds booing intensifies. Minutes pass by and Price is losing it in the ring. He takes a long swig out of his flask and then throws it into the crowd.

Jay Price: I should have known you Bravado assholes were nothing but a bunch of scheming cowards.

Price drops his microphone to the mat and starts to leave the ring as the crowd voices their displeasure. Suddenly "The Only One" by Evanescence hits the arena speakers and Price stops by the ropes.

Zach Davis: Oh great, just what we need. That maniacal, egotistical bitch out here.

Shannan Lerch: Jay asked for it. He called them out and called them cowards. Sarah Twilight is far from a coward.

Zach Davis: She is still a lying, manipulating bitch!

Shannan Lerch: You need to learn how to show some respect for your superiors, Zach.

Sarah Twilight finally walks out onto the stage as Price stares up at the entrance ramp. The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as the EPPW World Champion and CEO of the company casually makes her way down the entrance ramp. Her cold, callous eyes fixated on Jay Price. As she reaches ringside, she extends her left hand out and is immediately handed a microphone just before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Price takes a few steps back toward the center of the ring and never takes his eyes off of her as he looks ready for a fight. The music dies down and the crowd's boos continue as they yell and scream, enraged at the Mistress of Mischief. Sarah steps to the center of the ring, her emotionless emerald eyes remain fixated on Price as she pulls the microphone toward her lips.

Sarah Twilight: What the hell do you think you're doing in my ring?

Jay Price narrows his eyes at her as she says that. He slowly bends down, picking up the microphone he'd dropped, never letting her out of his sight.

Jay Price: Who am I? I'm the-

Suddenly, Sarah interrupts him.

Sarah Twilight: I don't give a shit who you THINK you are and what you THINK you've done! You ARE in MY ring. Let me make this very clear to you Jay, Bobby Cairo isn't offering you anything. Whatever the hell it is that you envisioned in that constant drunken stupor of yours has just crumbled into dust before your very eyes. I don't care what the sheep want, and I don't care what you want.

Jay Price: Look here you clueless broad. You and I both know what I can do in this ring so cut the bullshit.

Zach Davis: Jay Price has been with the company for years now. He doesn't have to take this kind of crap from Sarah Twilight.

Shannan Lerch: Sarah Twilight is the CEO, she's the head of Human Resources and more importantly, she's the World Champion. She can say whatever she wants. Jay Price just needs to show her the proper respect and he'll be just fine.

Sarah smirks at him, and Jay is losing patience by the second.

Sarah Twilight: You are not dealing with Bobby Cairo, or Eric Price. You are dealing with me. You want me to sign a contract for you? I see no reason why I should. You are pathetic Jay. You are a worthless stain on this entire industry just like those you associate with. Now get the hell out of my ring and quit wasting my time.

Sarah waves her hand at Jay very passively as she stares at him. Ordering him to leave the ring. Jay is fuming right now and the look in his eyes says he wants to knock her into next week. He balls his fists and he glares at Sarah, every ounce of him wanting to just unload with all of his frustration. This only causes Sarah to purposely add more fuel to the fire as she smirks at him with egregious sarcasm, getting right into his face.

Sarah Twilight: Are you pissed off? You want to take a swing, Jay? Go ahead, show these sheep how insignificant you really are. Remain a failure, Jay. Shatter their hopes and show them reality. Let them know that you have no control over what is to come.

She leans in even closer, her lips right beside his ear. Jay is still seething and looks as if he will explode at any moment.

Sarah Twilight: Go ahead and take that swing, Jay. Hit me and have your sorry ass carted out of here STILL unemployed ... humbled and humiliated. Because I promise you Jay, I promise you once you take that swing ... I will decimate you. I will humble you, and I will make an example of you as I leave this ring stained with your blood. So go ahead, Jay ... show me how "pissed off" you are.

Jay still appears to be fuming mad. The crowd is cheering him on, anticipating him to finally let loose. Instead, he takes the mic to his lips and smiles as if everything was just fine.

Jay Price: Such dirty talk. You must be a real demon in the sack.

The crowd roars and Zach Davis is chuckling in his seat.

Zach Davis: After all that, and Jay Price keeps his composure and gets right to the point. Either give him a job or don't.

Shannan Lerch: How can he be such an idiot? Sarah already said she's not signing him. This is a complete waste of time.

Jay Price: Come on Sarah, drop the whole power trip and lets do business. Just give the people what they want already.

Sarah paces back and forth, shaking her head in disgust at Jay, who just stands there with his arms folded in a smug manner, awaiting her response.

Crowd: JAY FUCKING PRICE! JAY FUCKING PRICE! JAY FUCKING PRICE!

Sarah Twilight: How fucking cute. Rile them up Jay, rile the sheep into a frenzy. None of it matters. The only thing that matters is what I say. I don't give a shit what these people want to see.

The crowd boos loudly and begin chanting at her.

Crowd: BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!

A wicked grin forms on her face as she ignores the crowd, looking at the rather smug Jay Price.

Sarah Twilight: You want that contract Jay? Then you're going to EARN IT!

Jay tilts his head, intrigued. He ponders it for a moment and shrugs, waving her on for a fight. Sarah laughs in his face.

Sarah Twilight: As if I'd waste my time on such a useless twit.

More boos from the crowd.

Sarah Twilight: Next week Jay, you will compete in this ring ... for your EPPW contract. And will you will compete against an opponent of my choosing in a no disqualification match.

Again Jay looks ready to fight and mouths to her to "bring it on." The crowd is going wild with excitement at this point. Sarah's devious mind obviously at work as she takes an unsettling joy in her announcement.

Sarah Twilight: That match will be ... against The Polar Phantasm!

Jay's face turns very serious and he shakes his head in refusal. Sarah dismisses his resistance to the idea and continues her announcemet anyway. The crowd is responding with a very mixed reaction to this news.

Zach Davis: Jay Price versus The Polar Phantasm? Oh come on! This is nothing more than Bravado playing games with their rivals now. Cryogenix is not going to be happy about this.

Shannan Lerch: This is brilliant! How do you implode the opposition before it gets started? This is exactly how!

Sarah Twilight: There isn't going to be any laying down. There isn't going to be any easy out for you Jay. Because if Phantasm throws the match, you will BOTH find yourselves unemployed. Oh, and just to be sure neither of you get any ideas, we're going to raise the stakes for him as well ... If somehow, he manages to walk out of tonight with his championship in tact ... it will also be for the Television Championship ... Good luck, Jay.

She smirks, dropping the mic as "The Only One" by Evanescence plays. The crowd continues to boo as Jay Price remains in the ring, not happy with the turn of events.

Hardcore Title Match
Jeff Purse vs Denise D'Evil

Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EPPW Hardcore Title.

"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one had in the air as the audience cheers.

"You can sound the alarm
you can call out your guards
you can fence in your yard
you can pull all the cards
but I won't back down
oh no I wont back down
oh no"

At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.

"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels
girl I'm too for real
lose your tooth and nails
try to fight it, try to deny it
stupid you will feel
what I do, I do it well
shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
half a breath left on my death bed
screaming F that yeah super ill"

Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him

Kyle Steel: Introducing first the challenger. From Venice Beach, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, he is The Future...Jeff Purse!

"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
listen garden tool don't make me introduce you to my power tool
you know the *beeping* drill"

He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. He then anxiously awaits his competition.

Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...

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 there in the centerof the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way.

Kyle Steel: From Sleepy Hollow, New York, weighing in at one hundred and thirty eight pounds, she is the EPPW Hardcore Champion, The Death Bringer Denise D'evil

When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and stares down Purse.

Shannan Lerch: And we are in for one heck of a match. On one side of the ring you have Denise D'evil, who last week at Blast was able to knock off Oblivion and capture the Hardcore Title in surprising fashion.

Zach Davis: Well as spectacular as she was last week, this week she is facing a man on a mission. You have to believe that Jeff Purse is looking to get into the Ultimate Showdown Match so he can go for that World Title shot at Revenge.

Shannan Lerch: Bit ironic seeing as how he'd be looking to get just that.

Senior Referee Stanley Moser takes the Hardcore Title from D'evil, holds it up for everyone to see and then hands it off to a ringside official before signaling for the bell.

[DING! DING! DING!]

Purse and Denise both come out of their corners and immediately tie-up. Denise puts up a valiant effort but Purse is able to grab hold of an arm and twist it around her back into a hammerlock. Purse torques on the arm and then releases before connecting with a dropkick to the back of the legs. D'evil drops down to a knee and Purse hits the ropes in front of her at top speed before coming back and connecting with a dropkick to the chest. Purse with the quick pin attempt.

ON-

NO! D'evil is quick to kick out before the referee can reach one. Purse rolls off of D'evil and gets to his feet at the same time as her. D'evil is quick to tie-up with Purse and then place him in a headlock. Purse tries to fight out of it by elbowing D'evil in the midsection but she merely drops him on his face with a bulldog. Purse now down on the mat but not for long as D'evil pulls him up by the head and throws him into the corner. D'evil now with a backhand slap across the face before she climbs up onto the second rope and begins a barrage of punches. Without the threat of a disqualification she seems intent on rearranging the face of Purse as she stops her punches only to begin clawing at the face of Purse.

Zach Davis: Purse had better get out of that corner before D'evil rips his eyes out of his head.

Purse is finally able to get out of his predicament as he grabs D'evil by the legs, lifts her up and tosses her over the top rope. As he grabs at the scratch wounds on his face he fails to realize that D'evil has landed on the apron. D'evil reaches over the ropes and grabs hold of Purse by the arm. She pulls him in close and then grabs him by the head before running his face over the ropes. Purse is forced to grab his face yet again before D'evil grabs him by the head and pulls him over the top and onto the floor.

Shannan Lerch: What is happening to Jeff Purse in this match? He looks nothing like the fighter we saw at Blast.

Zach Davis: Perhaps that match did in fact take more out of him than we thought.

D'evil waits patiently on the apron as Jeff pushes himself up to his feet. Finally he's up and D'evil leaps off looking for an axe handle but Purse manages to catch her with a right hand to the gut. D'evil crashes onto the ground and Purse quickly pulls her up before throwing her into the barricade. D'evil up against the barricade as Purse runs straight at her and clothesline her over the barricade and into the front row. Fans scramble to get out of the way as D'evil lands in a heap. Purse now hopping up onto the barricade as D'evil scrambles to get up to her feet. D'evil is up and Purse launches himself off of the barricade with a crossbody that sends both over the first row of seats.

Shannan Lerch: Someone get the those fans out of the way!

Zach Davis: Hey they know how things get during a Hardcore Title Match. I place the blame on them if anything happens.

Both D'evil and Purse seem to be feeling the effects of that crash as they are both slow to get to their feet. As D'evil is getting up she grabs hold of a ladies purse and swings it at Purse's head. It connects and he drops to the ground.

Zach Davis: What the? What on Earth is in that purse?

Shannan Lerch: A ladies purse is none of your damn business Zach.

D'evil tosses the bag to the side and drops down on top of Purse, laying into him with lefts and rights to the face.

Zach Davis: Well D'evil's strategy has been working for her thus far but keeping Purse in the crowd is going to do her no good. She needs to get him back into the ring for the pin attempt.

Purse puts his hands up and shields his face as D'evil continues her assault. Purse finally is able to get her off of him as he uses his hips to flip D'evil to the side and send the side of her head into the top of one of the seats. D'evil falls off and grabs at her head as Purse pushes himself back up to his feet. Purse now stomping down on D'evil a few times before pulling her back up by the head. D'evil tries to fight him off but Purse grabs her by the head and slams her face first into the top of the seat. D'evil grabs her face as Purse throws her over the seat and into the front row. The fans that had started to make their way back to their seats are forced to scramble as Purse climbs over the seats.

Shannan Lerch: Seriously, someone get these fans back!

Security finally shows up to get the fans back and D'evil manages to get her hands on one of their batons as Purse approaches her. Purse tries to pull her to her feet and D'evil slams the end of the baton into his gut. Purse is doubled over and D'evil cracks him in the face. Purse is spun around by the blow and ends up draped over the barricade face up. D'evil now grabbing his legs and she flips him over the barricade and onto the ground.

Zach Davis: Well there you go Shannan, you got your wish. Now stop complaining about the fan safety already.

Shannan Lerch: Well excuse me for caring!

Zach Davis: I care! Just not so much for the Pennsylvania fans.

Shannan Lerch: What do you have against Pennsylvania fans?

Zach Davis: The last time we were here someone keyed my car and spray painted "douchebag" on the hood.

Shannan Lerch: Well it fits.

D'evil now taking her time getting over the barricade as Purse is still laid out on the ground. She walks over to the ring apron and begins rummaging around under the ring for something. She finally comes out with a kendo stick and takes aim at Purse as he sits up. D'evil takes a swing but Purse catches the stick. Now there's a tug of war going on outside of the ring that D'evil finally wins. She takes a wild swing but Purse dodges it and the kendo stick hits the ring post before bursting into pieces. D'evil angrily tosses the handle into the crowd before turning and getting caught with a dropkick that sends her into the barricade. D'evil out of it as she tries to keep herself on her feet. Purse now up on the ring steps and he flies off of them with a moonsault takes D'evil to the ground. Out of instinct Purse immediately goes for the pin attempt.

Shannan Lerch: You have to get her in the ring Jeff!

The referee is at the ropes yelling for Purse that he has to get D'evil into the ring before he can make a count. Purse smacks the ground angrily and gets to his feet, pulling D'evil up with him by the hair. Purse now leading her over to the apron and he tries to bounce her head off of it, but D'evil blocks it and then elbows Purse in the stomach. D'evil now smashing Purse's face into the apron before rolling him into the ring. D'evil now sliding into the ring and she goes for the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Purse gets the shoulder up at two and a quarter!

Zach Davis: Wait, what's this?

The referee has just pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Shannan Lerch: I'm getting word that this referee is an idiot and forgot that pinfalls can happen outside of the ring in hardcore matches. What a chump.

D'Evil has a chair she just grabbed from outside of the ring. She slides back in as Jeff stumbles to his feet, and swings. Jeff ducks it, then hits a Superkick into the chair!

Zach Davis: HOT DAMN!

Denise goes down, and running on adrenaline, Jeff jumps to the top and flies off...

Shannan Lerch: THE DEFLATER!

Purse lands on top of D'Evil, and into a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: JEFF PURSE IS THE HARDCORE CHAMPION!

The bell sounds as Jeff rolls away, holding his sides in pain. The crowd applauds his effort.

Shannan Lerch: Purse has won himself the right to get into the Ultimate Showdown match.... and get revenge against Mr. Eric Price!

However, Purse's music is cut off a few moments into the song, replaced by a blood-curdling scream that only signals the arrival of one person. Cameras cut to the entrance in time to catch Nathan busting out at full-speed, running towards the ring, a kendo stick in hand. Sliding into the ring, Nathan is met by a standing Purse who begins to stomp away at him. Rising to his feet quickly, though, Nathan swats Purse across the face, stunning the former World Champ. Grabbing the stick with both hands, Nathan whacks Purse in the stomach, doubling him over. One more whack to the back of the neck, and Purse is on the ground.

Zach Davis: Nathan is making an major impact since returning to the WCF, attacking Jeff Purse on his return night to the company.

Shannan Lerch: You consider this a major impact? He attacked someone who just fought in a hardcore match! That's like attacking me after sex; he's targeting people at their weakest times.

Zach Davis: ...

Looking around the ring, Nathan spots what he was looking for in the form of the Hardcore Title Belt.

Zach Davis: Is Nathan here to reclaim the belt he lost shortly before going on his hiatus months earlier.

Looking down at the belt for a moment, Nathan rubs the front of it almost fondly, allowing Purse a reprieve to rise to his feet. Bursting forward suddenly, Nathan slams the title belt over the head of Purse, knocking his old rival back to the ground.

Shannan Lerch: I think he just wanted to do that really.

With his attack on Purse complete, Nathan turned his attention to Denise D'Evil, who had been in the corner of the ring watching the encounter, just waiting for Nathan to attack her. A grin crosses the face of the man, a grin the fans hadn't see in so long, but never forgotten. Dropping the title to the ground, Nathan bull rushes Denise in the corner, who delivers a sharp kick to the torso of Nathan, which hardly fazes the man. Nathan slams his shoulder into the ribcage of Denise, pinning her against the turnbuckle, followed by repeated shoulder barges into her stomach. Wearing her down, Nathan caps his assault off with a sharp uppercut beneath the chin of the woman, stunning her. He then turns her around, tucking her head beneath his right arm.

Zach Davis: We're about to see it, folks! A Straight Jacket Drop!

Shannan Lerch: And we know where he's aiming for too.

Backing Denise up so she wouldn't get her feet caught in the ropes, Nathan lifted the woman up and over, releasing her when she was still vertical. Free-falling, Denise D'Evil drops with a loud, resounding thud onto the Hardcore Title. Looking around at the mess he had made, Nathan can only smirk.

Zach Davis: First day back, and Nathan's already returning to his old roots.

Shannan Lerch: By attacking women! That's not cool.

Zach Davis: Speaking of attacking women, I wonder why he hasn't attacked you yet? Are you not worth an attack?

Before the answer to Zach's question can be given, a familiar music begins to blare over the PA.

Shannan Lerch: Great. Here comes Seth.

Indeed, Seth walks out onto the apron. Nathan looks towards him, emotionless.

Seth Lerch: Introducing, the first official non-Champion entrant into the Ultimate Showdown match... NATHAN VON LIEBERT!

The crowd boos, after being shocked for a moment.

Zach Davis: WHOA!

Shannan Lerch: Whoa indeed! Nathan von Liebert is going to be in Ultimate Showdown! Along with the new Hardcore Champion, Jeff Purse!

Zach Davis: I don't believe it! He's gonna have a chance at any Title he wants... or World Title contendership.

S-PAC vs The Angels of Death
Waylon Cash/John Gobble/Ana Valentine vs Night Rider/Oblivion/Voodoo

We come back from commercial, and Night Rider, Oblivion.. or A.C.E.. or whoever.. and Voodoo are all in the ring. Oblivion is standing in the corner, Night Rider and Voodoo on the apron.

Zach Davis: Time for the Tag Team Champions.

“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Waylon Cash/Ana Valentine/John Gobble (((NOTE TO MATCH WRITER: EDIT THIS PART TO SHOW THE RIGHT NAMES. IF YOU JUST COPY AND PASTE THIS WITHOUT EDITING IT, YOU ARE GOING TO LOOK STUPID)))) walk out with the tag team titles over their shoulders.

Zach Davis: Someone just looked stupid, Shannan.

Shannan Lerch: Huh?

They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp. The roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles, holding the titles high for everyone to see. The crowd showers them with hate, as they jump down, and their music fades.

Zach Davis: Well.. here we go!

John Gobble starts the match for his team. He and A.C.E. tie up. After trading a few holds, eventually A.C.E. gets Gobble into an Abdominal Stretch.

Shannan Lerch: Oblivion has apparently developed another personality, Alexander C. Eckardt... he seems to wrestle very differently than Oblivion. Between him and Gobble... I don't even know.

After wearing Gobble down with the Abdominal Stretch, Eckardt releases it and then takes Gobble down with a Scoop Slam. Gobble stumbles back up and reaches for the corner to make a tag, but A.C.E. grabs him, spins him around and hits a Snap Twisting Suplex!

Zach Davis: He's just as good as Oblivion, though!

A.C.E. goes for a pin.

One..

Two..

No!, Gobble kicks out. Regardless, Cash and Valentine are in the ring and they begin kicking at A.C.E.

Shannan Lerch: Whoo, illegal double teaming! Smart wrestling, taking advantage of our incompetent ref.

They put A.C.E. on the top and Ana climbs up... she hits a Hurricanrana, and Waylon hits him with a Jumping Calf Kick! Gobble immediately goes for a pin as Ana and Waylon leave the ring.

One..

Two..

No!, Eckardt kicks out!

Zach Davis: Almost got the pin there with their illegal double teaming.

Gobble lifts A.C.E. up but he shoves him away, then turns, dives, and tags in Night Rider. Night Rider enters the ring and ducks a Clothesline from Gobble, then catches him in a Belly to Belly Suplex!

Shannan Lerch: Night Rider throws him halfway across the ring!

Unfortunately this allows Gobble to tag in Cash. Cash enters the match and immediately rakes the eyes of Night Rider, who stumbles away. Cash then hits him with a Running Lariat. Night Rider goes down, climbs back up, and then is taken back down with a Snap Suplex. The crowd begins to boo.

Zach Davis: Waylon Cash, former World Champion, firmly in control here.

However, the booing seems to get under Cash's skin, and he turns and glares at them for a moment. He turns back to Night Rider but Rider has been able to regain his composure; he hits Cash with a Karate Chop! Waylon's face contorts with pain and he tags Ana into the match.

Shannan Lerch: Here comes the newest member of S-PAC.. Ana Valentine. Still can't believe she turned on Orbit like that...

Night Rider tags in Voodoo. Voodoo and Valentine meet in the middle of the ring and brawl, Valentine gets the upper hand and hits him with a Dropkick. He goes down, she quickly climbs up top and then hits a Flying Clothesline. After that she puts him in an Ankle Lock!

Zach Davis: Ana Valentine exploding right out of the gate and this might be the end of the match! Ankle Lock applied!

But Night Rider and A.C.E. quickly enter the ring to break it up. This brings Cash and Gobble in and soon all six wrestlers are brawling!

Shannan Lerch: This is madness!

Zach Davis: With the men in the ring, uh, yeah. You can say that again.

A.C.E. and Night Rider are quickly thrown out of the ring. Leaving Voodoo, Waylon and Gobble both jump at the same time, hitting Dropkicks to both sides of his head!

Shannan Lerch: Scanners!

Voodoo is dazed, and Valentine finishes him off with a Cupid's Bow Spinebuster. She goes for the pin.

One...

Two...

Three.

Zach Davis: S-PAC, the Tag Team Champions, pick up the win.

The bell sounds as S-PAC celebrate.

Synn's Challenge Accepted

Tek is shown in his lockerroom and Hank Brown comes in.

Hank Brown: Tek we understand you asked for this time why?

Tek stands up and grabs the mic and points to the door and Hank leaves.

Tek: That’s right I asked for this time so I can address somethings. One as you see Joe got the upper hand on me again. Don’t worry Joe I will make sure you get yours. But the reason why I asked for this time was because someone is back and that is Synn. Hey Synn, long time no see. Now you come back to WCF which is now EPPW and make open calls to the roster? Well that is fine, I hope it gets answered because it’s been a while since we seen you in the ring and we rather see you go against top people in the company. Not people like Voodoo. Synn am not your biggest fan that is not a secret to anybody and we have had our battles in tag team matches but never really had a singles match to see who is the best. You know what Synn that gives me an idea. I’m calling dibbs on you. I will take you on and answer the open call you made. See you soon.

Tek drops the microphone and walks off the camera shot.

Nathan von Liebert vs Justin Turner

Zach Davis: Time for the in ring return of Nathan von Liebert.

Shannan Lerch: We saw him attack the Hardcore Champion earlier tonight... what will he do to poor Justin Turner?

A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected. Such an odd entrance for Nathan von Liebert who steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing his street clothes with a straight jacket linking his arms. Walking almost as if drunk to the music, Nathan makes his way down the ramp. He shies away from the hands, shrugging off the boos as he makes his way to the ring. No steps for NvL, who practically dives beneath the bottom rope into the ring. Nathan rises his knees and begins to scan the arena around him. And then he begins to shake, to try and break free of his bindings. With each tremor, each contortion of his body, the violin piece picks up in volume. Almost to the point of eardrum shattering, Nathan's right arm is suddenly free of the straps, and a single red hand raises to the sky above.

"AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH"

Three blood-curdling screams sound off throughout the arena, all three recognizable by any hardcore WCF fan. The first had the lowest pitch, and it was of Johnny Nova. The second of Roxanne, Waylon's girl. The third and final scream was that of Nightmare, Polar Phantasm's wife. And with that, the arena fell deathly silent as NvL frees himself from the jacket, tossing out of the ring waiting for the match to begin.

The Lights in the arena go out then a few gun shots are heard over the P.A.

We see the flashs of cameras before a camo background lights up as the words "The Freak" are posted on the tron. After a moment "The Gunslinger" by Shooter Jennings hits.

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.

Zach Davis: Here we go!

Nathan is, as always, vicious. He bombards Justin before the High Flying Freak is even ready, pummeling him in the corner. Nathan whips Justin to the other turnbuckle; Turner grabs the ropes and lifts himself up over the charging Nathan, so he's behind him. Turner grapples von Liebert but NvL elbows his way out of it. Nathan turns around and sidesteps a Dropkick from Turner, then kicks him in the gut and takes him down with a Neckbreaker.

Shannan Lerch: Good sequence, but Nathan comes out on top.

Nathan stomps Turner a few times before running at him and going for a Leg Drop. However, Turner rolls out of the way right in time. The fans cheer as the High Flying Freak gets to his feet and lifts the surprised Nathan, hitting a Sitout Suplex Slam, and into a pin!

One!

Two!

No, Nathan kicks out of it.

Zach Davis: Good reversal of fortune by Justin Turner there!

Shannan Lerch: Nothing fortunate about it, Zach, Turner has skill.

Nathan then hits a Standing Shooting Star Press.. but NvL gets his knees up, causing Turner to crash into them. Nathan gets back to his feet, as does Turner, and Nathan Headbutts him. Turner is sent reeling and turns back around, Nathan runs at him and hits a Shining Wizard!

Zach Davis: DAMN! NvL just about took his head off!

Turner goes down and Nathan pins him.

One..

Two..

No!, Turner kicks out!

Shannan Lerch: It'll take more than that to put away Justin Turner!

Nathan pulls Turner in and lifts him up...

Zach Davis: Oh no, he's going for the kill. One of the most dangerous moves in wrestling.. here comes a Piledriver.

Nathan hits it! After that Shining Wizard, he spikes Turner's head into the mat! He then runs to the ropes, springboards, and hits a Moonsault!

Shannan Lerch: Whoa! Rare aerial attack from NvL!, and into the pin. This has to be it!

One.

Two.

NO! TURNER KICKS OUT AGAIN!

This time, Nathan is surprised. He gets up and argues with the ref.

Zach Davis: Never say Justin Turner isn't tough! He's survived several attacks to the head and he keeps fighting.

Turner notices Nathan arguing with the ref... and rolls him up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Nathan kicks out!

Shannan Lerch: Justin Turner almost stole it there!

Both men are to their feet and Nathan throws Turner to the corner. Instead of hitting it, Turner jumps up and flies off...

Zach Davis: BLACKOUT!

Turner flies off with his Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick!, but Nathan sidesteps it! Turner hits the mat hard and Nathan grabs him, lifts him....

Shannan Lerch: STRAIGHT JACKET DROP!

Nathan falls on top of Turner, pinning him.

One.

Two.

Three.

Zach Davis: Aanndd there it is... Nathan von Liebert is victorious in his return match.

Nathan stands, sadistic smile across his face as the referee raises his arm in the air.

Shannan Lerch: Great battle by Justin Turner, but tonight, von Liebert was just too much.

Eric Price Is Interrupted Segment

Zach Davis: Aight guys, it's time for our next match...

Before Zach can get another word out...bam, "You Know My Name" blares the airwaves. The audience boos as if they were now witnessing a revivalist Nazi convention. As usual. Eric Price comes down and makes his way to the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Or not.

Zach Davis: Seriously, it's like every five goddamn SECONDS this guy shows up to throw in his two cents!

Shannan Lerch: You say that like it's a bad thing.

Zach Davis: Shut up. Just...just shut up.

Eric is given a mic, and begins his address to the crowd.

Eric Price: Well...I don't need to let you ingrates figure this one out. Last week, I fought one Frank Patrick Venable to a pinfall victory...a CLEAN and HONEST pinfall I might add!

Even more booing. This crowd knows that Eric is full of shit.

Eric Price: SHUT UP, YOU UNGRATEFUL LOSERS! YOU PIECES OF ...

Before he can say anything else, Eric catches himself, making sure not to say anything compromising.

Eric Price: As I was saying...I beat FPV, and won his precious US Title. But most importantly, I won something else. I won the right to get this worthless piece of garbage out of my company! This is a man who has no meaningful value to EPPW whatsoever! All he has done for the past...oh, I don't know, three or four months is bitch and complain about meaningless nonsense

More booing from the very pissed off crowd.

Eric Price: Don't act like he's great, you all know he's nothing but a pitiful excuse for a wrestler! By god, the man can't even FUNCTION without a posse of men and women around him to watch his ass.

Zach Davis: Well, ain't pot callin' the kettle black now, Eric.

Shannan Lerch: Shut up, this is your boss speaking!

Eric, pretending like he didn't hear that, carries on.

Eric Price: So it is with great pleasure that I say this. FRANK PATRICK VENABLE. YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU'RE...

And then...nothing. All of the lights in the arena cut out completely. All mics cease to function. The only pieces of technology left working are the cameras. Fans begin to use their cell phones as flashlights. From these lights we can sort of make out Eric's face in the ring. It is a face of utter confusion. Finally, Zach and Shannan's mics return.

Zach Davis: What...

Shannan Lerch: ...the hell?

And then, over the P.A...a song comes on. A cheery keyboard melody.

Shannan Lerch: Oh, don't tell me...

And then...on the titantron...THE NYAN CAT APPEARS!

Nyan Cat: Nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan
Nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan

And that is all everybody in the arena sees for ten whole minutes. Nothing but straight up Nyan Cat. We can visibly see Eric Price absolutely FLIPPING HIS SHIT. In a fit of rage, he picks his mic back up.

Eric Price: WHO DID THIS?! WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS! THIS IS ABSOLUTE INSUBORDINATION! I WANT TO FIND WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS AND HAVE THEM BROUGHT BEFORE A FEDERAL JUDGE! THIS IS DOING NOTHING WASTING MY MONEY...

Voice: Exactly.

Eric turns around to find Frank Patrick Venable behind him. Not wasting a nanosecond, Franky gets Eric in position...

Zach Davis: HOO YEAH, SPINNING BOUDLEDRIVER ON THE BOSS!

Eric is sent down HARD! The crowd is going BANANAS right now, but before doing anything else, FPV hightails it out of there before anyone can come out to stop him.

Zach Davis: And just like that, Franky has once again humiliated Eric Price in front of EVERYBODY tonight. And he may have well saved his job for at least another week!

Shannan Lerch: Eric is not going to be a happy camper when he wakes up, that's for sure!

Television Title Match
Jonathan Jakobs vs The Polar Phantasm

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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 simply grins at a few of the fans in disdain as he makes his way toward the ring. He quickly steps in to wait for his opponent!

Zach Davis: And Jonathan Jakobs, the newest member of Bravado is set to take on Cryogenix Leader Polar Phantasm with the TV Title on the line.

Shannan Lerch: Well, Bravado wants all the titles, let’s see if they can get it done tonight. I, for one support them.

Zach Davis: What a shock there.

The big screen flashes to a blank screen... with a cursor? Suddenly, text appears... "Iceberg-Seven online... accessing WCF big screen. Access granted... running program 'Polar Phantasm Entrance'." The cursor moves across the screen slowly, as if loading something... and then the screen clears itself once more. Then, two words appear: "CRYOGENIX PRIME". "Synchronicity (part 2)" by The Police begins playing over the loudspeakers as two white spotlights train on the entrance. The curtain parts... and out comes the Polar Phantasm. On the screen behind the Phantasm, we can see the words 'Polar Phantasm' have bled in slowly beneath. ‘Cryogenix Prime'... Polar slaps a few audience members' hands on his way through the arena, then slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Polar takes a quick look around the crowd... and simply stares at his opponent ready to get the match started.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EPPW Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger from Houston, TX, he stands at 6’ 6” tall and weighs in at 235 lbs., he is Bravado member Jonathan Jakobs!

Crowd boos loudly for this

Zach Davis: And here is a young man looking for gold although his associates are not of the best repute.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Antarctica, Colorado, standing at 6’ 1”, weighing in at 249 lbs., he is the leader of Cryogenix, the EPPW Television Champion, Cryogenix Prime himself, The Polar Phantasm!

Crowd cheers for the Phantasm

Zach Davis: And this crowd solidly behind the leader of Cryogenix here tonight as he looks to retain his newly won Television Title.

Shannan Lerch: Yes, after a great victory against the former champion, he also looks not to be the third person in a row to lose the title in just a week. Let’s find out what happens as this match gets started.

Bell rings.

The two men square off against each other in the ring, as the official signals for the bell, the lock up. Polar quickly takes the upper hand with a couple of knees to the gut of Jakobs, who inverts into his stomach in defense, dropping his arms and leaving susceptible to a couple of sharp lefts. Polar grabs Jakobs by the wrist and swings him into the ropes, using the force of the bounce, Jakobs turns on the ropes and nails Polar with a clothesline. Polar jumps straight up on impact and nails a hard shoulder to Jakobs gut. As Jakobs retracts from the force, Polar lands a couple more hard shoulders to the mid section, then pulls up from his knee into a standing position. As he pulls up, Jakobs kicks off the ropes and nails a bulldog! Polar is lying face down as Jakobs rolls him over for an early pin....

1 ..

Shannan Lerch: Not even close!

Zach Davis: Surely Jakobs wasn't expecting it to be this easy! Not even a one count!

Both men are back to their feet and they lock up once again, they start trading blow for blow, Jakobs lands a hard elbow to Polar's jaw, Polar returns the shot with a forearm to the cheekbone of Jakobs. The two break apart, as he steps back, Polar nails a kick to the temple of Jakobs, who stumbles slightly shaking his head to loosen up the cobwebs, capitalizing on the distraction, Polar pulls back against the ropes and uses the added momentum to hit a spear straight to Jakobs midsection, hitting him hard enough to propel them both through the middle ropes and onto the mats on the outside of the ring. Polar's shoulder has an unfortunate collision with the barrier as they land, which causes his to pull back, rolling it to loosen it.

Zach Davis: Ouch! Doesn't look like that was part of the plan....

Shannan Lerch: Well, that's what he gets for trying to show off!

Not wanting to lose momentum, Polar begins stomping on Jakobs who is lying prone on the floor, he pulls his shoulder up and tries to roll out from under Polar's boot. Polar just stomps harder, nailing every hit on a different body part, ignoring the calls of the official.

1....

2....

Polar continues to pound on Jakobs, a small smile on his lips. Jakobs manages to grab the ankle of Polar as his foot comes down and pulls up, in a kind of makeshift leg sweep. Polar flies backward hitting those mats hard, not having enough time to trigger his hands to break the fall. Both men lie flat on the mat, catching their breath.

3.....

4.....

They both make a move to get up, Jakobs grabs the commentators desk and yanks himself up, thrusting himself under the bottom rope as he rolls back into the ring. Polar, who seems to be favoring that knocked shoulder, pulls into a standing position on the apron, he jumps over the top rope and nails both feet to the back of Jakobs, hitting the mat hard, his move has the desired effect as Jakobs lands face first, eating canvas hard. Polar starts to climb the turnbuckle as Jakobs rolls over, trying to regain enough composure to stand, Polar then leaps from the top of the turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Senton Splash!!

Shannan Lerch: And he's going for the pin!

1 ….

2 ….

3 …. NO

Jakobs just gets the shoulder up in time, Polar slaps the mat in frustration and jumps up, pulling Jakobs up to a standing position. Polar nails a few, almost casual shots around the head and upper body of Jakobs, who still appears stunned and twists his arm under a few times, stamping down onto the canvas to add pressure before whipping him against the ropes, moving back to back as a set up.

Zach Davis: And it looks like Phantasm is going to set him up here but wait, Jakobs is able to move slip away, counter as Phantasm eats the turnbuckle. Phantasm however quickly turns around as Jakobs is waiting and slaps him right across the face!

Shannan Lerch: Wow, that’s confidence. Not wise, but confidence.

Zach Davis: And Phantasm is not going to take that as he just shakes his head and meets Jakobs with a DDT instead! Cover!

1 ..

2 ..

Zach Davis: But a kickout from Jonathan Jakobs. Confidence can be good, arrogance can be damning.

As Jakobs is down from the DDT and looks almost out, Phantasm decides to go up to the top rope.

Zach Davis: And looks like Phantasm is going to up high here, taking a risk. I don’t know about this. The crowd completely behind him.

Crowd: CGX! CGX! CGX!

Shannan Lerch: And he connects with Jakobs hitting him with a Spinning Guillotine Legdrop but can he take advantage. Phantasm rolls over and cover!

1 ..

2 ..

Zach Davis: And no, Jakobs kicks out. Phantasm looking to put Jakobs away again but Jakobs being resilient here tonight.

Jakobs slowly gets up and goes to the corner of the ring. Look of surprise on his face. He decides to step out of the ring to take a breather.

Shannan Lerch: Smart man, he’s taking a break.

Zach Davis: The ref starting his count.

Referee: 1.

Zach Davis: But I don’t think Phantasm is going to put up with any of Jakobs’ antics here tonight. After what happened last week, I think he knows better than that.

Referee: 2.

Shannan Lerch: But Phantasm is now on the top turnbuckle, he’s climbed up and he goes for it.

Zach Davis: Jakobs just turning around but too late as Phantasm nails another Springboard Guillotine Legdrop on Jakobs. Both men down now outside the ring as the referee is looking at the carnage right now and restarts his count.

Referee: 1.

Shannan Lerch: Phantasm taking a high risk move but it could very well pay off. As Phantasm is starting to regroup here, he grabs Jakobs and throws him back in the ring. Phantasm slides back in and cover on Jakobs.

1 ..

2 ..

Zach Davis: And Jakobs barely kicks out of that one. Phantasm definitely schooling Jakobs in wrestling and showing why he is the TV Champion. I think Jakobs severely underestimated him.

Shannan Lerch: Valid point I suppose.

Zach Davis: Jakobs is still down right now as Phantasm is getting up, he’s grabbing Jakobs by the legs and oh no, the Nagata Lock!

Shannan Lerch: And Jakobs is now in tremendous pain as this figure four variant is very difficult to escape.

Zach Davis: Lifting his arm and no, Jakobs is still in this! He’s hanging on here. He’s really trying to pull Phantasm closer to punch him but can’t reach. Jakobs dragging himself as fast as he can to the ropes for leverage.

Shannan Lerch: And Jakobs is able to finally reach the ropes. Phantasm better break the hold otherwise he could lose the title.

1 …

2 …

Zach Davis: And the referee’s count only to two as Phantasm releases the hold. He goes after Jakobs but oh no, Jakobs lowers the ropes and Phantasm goes over. And now a smirk on the face of Jakobs.

Jakobs raises his hand with a smirk on his face here as Phantasm is down on the outside.

Crowd: You screwed Odin! You screwed Odin! You screwed Oding!

Zach Davis: Jakobs’ smirk remains over what transpired last week when he very controversially defeated Odin Balfore after a quick count by what appeared to be a crooked referee.

Shannan Lerch: Oh boohoo, loser – Odin Balfore, winner – Jonathan Jakobs, done!

Referee: 1.

Referee: 2.

Zach Davis: Phantasm regrouping and he’s back in the ring. Jakobs now stomping Phantasm in the gut over and over trying to wear him down as he has not been able to get any offense in until this point in the matchup. Jakobs really taking the wind out of Phantasm here and looks like he’s grabbing his legs and he wants to set him up for the sharpshooter, I guess an homage to his boss.

Shannan Lerch: But Phantasm knows it’s coming, he’s fighting back and manages to kick Jakobs away toward the ropes. Jakobs coming back however and grabbing the legs again, Jakobs kicks Phantasm in the gut this time and turns him around and sharpshooter is now locked in on Phantasm.

Zach Davis: Phantasm in tremendous pain here but he manages to get to the bottom rope. Referee instructing Jakobs to break the hold here.

Referee: 1. 2. 3. 4.

Zach Davis: And Jakobs breaks the hold just barely before a count of 5, he needs to be careful to not disqualify himself here as that will not allow him to win that title.

Shannan Lerch: He’s simply using the rules to his advantage. Although I think Jakobs simply wants to make a point, he wants to prove that he belongs here in EPPW and a victory of the Polar Phantasm would give him that much needed validation.

Zach Davis: Phantasm recovering here as the referee forces Jakobs to step back. Phantasm is getting up and Jakobs is trying to sneak by but Phantasm meets him first with a hit right to the face. Jakobs responds with another strike to Phantasm’s face. These men trading blows here, one after the other and it looks like Phantasm is getting the upper hand here. And Jakobs is now almost out of it. Phantasm grabs Jakobs and bam, DDT, nails another DDT on Jonathan Jakobs.

Shannan Lerch: Cover!

1 ..

2 ..

Zach Davis: And Jonathan Jakobs barely managing to get his shoulder up. What a close combat this has been thus far, many near falls and both men really pushing themselves here.

Shannan Lerch: Jakobs really being pushed to his limit and I think Phantasm is surprised that the kid can go as much as he can.

Zach Davis: Yes, but the TV Champion is still a hell of a strong competitor. And Phantasm is going to try and finish Jakobs off. Jakobs is down on the mat. Phantasm is going to get him up and set him up for the Ice Cap. Can he pull it off tonight?! He grabs Jakobs and …

Shannan Lerch: The crowd completely behind Phantasm here tonight and Phantasm connects! Here we go!

1 ..

2 ..

3!

Zach Davis: Yes yes! And The Polar Phantasm, Cryogenix Prime retains the EPPW TV Championship here tonight!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen your winner still the EPPW Television Champion, The Polar Phantasm!

Shannan Lerch: And Polar Phantasm celebrating by getting up to the top rope as Jonathan Jakobs is screaming at the referee over this decision. He can’t accept the loss.

Zach Davis: Phantasm coming off his return just about a month ago is making it big here in EPPW and taking it right to Bravado as he shows that Cryogenix are very strong.

Shannan Lerch: The crowd cheering loudly as they really hated Jakobs. But Jakobs now finds himself in a precarious spot of what to do now however, he also had a hell of a showing against the Polar Phantasm, which is an accomplishment in and of itself.

Zach Davis: That’s true, he had a great showing against a great opponent, both men put on a great match and it cannot fault Jakobs tonight for he put his all into it but tonight the Phantasm was definitely the better man.

Big Time Jerks Segment

Voice- Blessed are the children.

"Walk" by Pantera starts playing and the fans begin cheering as Dub steps out into the arena followed by Spirit Sky. They both walk half way down the aisle as Stan Murdoch walks out into the arena. They all three walk towards the ring and climb in.

Stan Murdoch: Today children we learn about respect. Now Eric Price has shown no respect for the Southern Mafia at all. We are one of the few that have a victory over his little flock of misfit toys in the EPPW. Yeah Steeltoe you got blasted by the.....

Crowd: BTJ! BTJ! BTJ!

Stan Murdoch: But we are not here to speak of the past of two weeks ago, oh no sir we are here to demand respect. We are running over everybody we put in our path. Now we are demanding respect. This past week we made mention of the blood being on your hands Eric Price.

Stan points at the jumbotron where it shows Adam Young and Austin Adams leaveing a Southern Mafia calling card for Eric Price at his office in the arena.

Stan Murdoch: Enjoy the new paint job Eric Price.

The screen shows the walls of Eric Price's office covered in blood with the word Respect written in it.

Stan Murdoch: We're comeing.

The Southern Mafia leave.

Sarah Twilight/Eric Price/Synn Segment

We return to the ring, which has been outfitted now for an official meeting of some kind. A long wooden desk has been placed in the ring, draped in a black tablecloth with EPPW embroidered on the sides in gold lettering. Two office style chairs have been placed on opposite ends of the table and microphones have been affixed to the table directly in front of both seats. A clipboards with official documents is neatly prepared in the center of the table with a pen. The crowd begins to bustle.

Zach Davis: Well folks it looks like we're getting prepared for what Terry "Synn" Roberts hopes to be his official contract signing. Though when you look at how things have gone tonight, I doubt he is going to have any luck.

Shannan Lerch: There is no doubt in my mind. Synn is not going to be signed to EPPW. Our CEO, Sarah Twilight only has the best interest of the company in mind. She refused a contract to Jay Price earlier, and instead decalred he would have to earn it. I do not see her granting a contract to Terry Roberts.

Zach Davis: I hate to say it, but I think you're right. Synn has been tweeting and anxious to get back into action. He was scheduled to compete here tonight, but as of this moment, he isn't a paid employee. That is probably not going to change.

Shannan Lerch: Of course it isn't going to change. Sarah Twilight has never liked Synn. And believe me, his spin on things at Blast did not do him any favors.

Suddenly “Dark Fantasy” by Kanye West starts playing over the speaker system as the lights dim throughout the arena.

Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time the Executive Vice President of Human Resources and the CEO of Eric Price Pro Wrestling .....SARAH TWILIGHT!!!

As the opening chorus of the song ends, a gold spotlight shines on the entrance ramp. Pyros shoot up from the stage and the song kicks into gear as Sarah Twilight finally walks out onto the stage. "BRAVADO" prominently displayed on the video wall behind her. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring. 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 coldly out at the crowd as their boos become even LOUDER.

Shannan Lerch: As we've stated, Sarah is out here on official business right now. She is not set for competition until later in the evening.

Zach Davis: Just ... just look at her. Those eyes, it's like she has no soul at all.

Sarah hops down from the turnbuckle and makes her way to the center of the ring, pulling one of the microphones from the table. The crowd elevates its boos.

Sarah Twilight: Before we get to that pathetic waste, Synn ... I would like to invite our chairman, Eric Price to the ring.

She looks on at the entrance ramp. The crowd boos even more as "Dark Fantasy" plays once again. A slightly confused Eric Price makes his way out to the ring. He steps inside and stands off to the side of Sarah, wondering what was going on.

Sarah Twilight: Now, tonight is a night reserved for those of us who are important ...

She looks out among the crowd.

Sarah Twilight: So whatever the hell it is that you want to see doesn't matter at all.

HUGE spike in boos. Sarah looks at Eric.

Sarah Twilight: I could care less about doing anything for the benefit of these pathetic sheep. However, I take pleasure in making certain that my actions benefit us.

Eric looks on, intrigued. A sly smile crosses his face.

Zach Davis: She means herself. She only cares that her actions benefit her.

Shannan Lerch: How can you say that? She obviously has a surprise for Eric o his appreciation night.

Zach Davis: Surprises and Sarah Twilight are never a good combination. We've learned that one with her last surprise. The blood is still fresh on the knife she jabbed in all of our backs.

Sarah turns away from Eric and looks back at the entrance ramp. Her eyes narrow.

Sarah Twilight: Synn, get your ass out here ... NOW!

A few moments go by until finally, the house lights dim as the jumbo screen showers with static before bold red letters flash across them.

TAP!

SNAP!

OR NAP!!!

The screen then begins showing highlights of Terry's WCF career as the first chords of Motorheads "Hellraiser" booms over the crowd with a near mesmerizing visual assault of decadent red, purple, and black strobing laser lights bringing the fans to their feet, followed by a massive wall of flames that rain down on, as another wall of flame shoots up from the main stage lasting 20 seconds creating a large billowing cloud of white smoke. As the song goes into the chorus, Terry, with a red and black guitar slung over his shoulder steps forth from the misty haze. Looking out upon the frenzied crowd with a pretentiously cocky grin that matches the bad intent in his eyes. once his gaze comes to the ring, he takes a battle styled side stance pointing to the ring just as the song hits a drum/guitar solo, the screen breaks from the highlights to flash more red letters that the fans read out in unison.

YOU!

ARE NOT!

READY!

Terry then heads to the ring and climbs inside. A very unimpressed Sarah Twilight and Eric Price watch him as he enters. Eric is looking even more confused now as he paces back and forth. Sarah just glares at Terry.

Sarah Twilight: Sit.

She barks the order at him as if commanding a dog. Terry doesn't appreciate this much, however, knowing his only shot of getting an official contract signed is at stake, he grits his teeth and has a seat. Eric looks disgusted and finally takes up a mic.

Eric Price: Oh Mr. Roberts, did you actually believe we were going to extend a contract to you?

He chuckles.

Eric Price: You have a better chance of being struck by lightning than having a contract to EPPW signed my my wonderful, intelligent CEO, Sarah Twilight. She loathes you, Mr. Roberts. She loathes you with every fiber of her being. I would like to take this opportunity to let you know that you will NEVER work for Ep--

Eric's jaw drops mid sentence as Sarah grabs hold of the contract and signs her name to it, making it official. Everyone in the crowd is just as shocked. Terry Roberts himself cannot believe she just signed his contract. Eric is almost ready to lose it.

Eric Price: Wha-- I just don't ... Synn? I mean -- What the hell just happened?!

Zach Davis: Did I just see what I think I saw?

Shannan Lerch: This can't be right. Sarah Twilight just signed Synn to a contract? I never thought I'd see the day. I, don't even know what to say here.

Unbeknownst to most of those doing the contract signing, the flap to the ring goes up and a body rolls out, chair in hand. Sliding into the ring, the man holds up a single red finger to his lips, telling the crowd to be quiet as he sneaks up behind Synn, who was seated at the desk.

Zack Davis: Nathan von Liebert is back! He's back, chair in hand and a target in mind.

Nathan locks eyes with Twilight for a moment, almost impatiently, before the World Champion gives him a curt nod. A feral grin crosses his face, before tapping Synn on the shoulder. Turning around suddenly, Synn's eyes goes wide for a moment before Nathan nails him between them with the chair. Synn flops out of his chair onto the mat, hands rising to his head. Taking another look at Sarah, who just waves at him dismissively, Nathan turns his full attention back onto Synn.

Zack Davis: Mere moments after the signing of Synn's Pay-Per-View contract, he's blindsided by a returning NvL.

Shannan Lerch: Does this mean the Devil's Right Hand is working with Bravado now?

Using his foot, Nathan rolls Synn out of the ring to the concrete below. He looks at the crowd, who are booing him loudly, before dropping to the floor in pursuit of Synn. Grabbing his former stable-mate by the hair, he drags him towards the announcer's table.

Shannan Lerch: No! Not this one! The Spanish Announce Table is on the other side of the ring!

Nathan doesn't seem to hear Shannan, with only thing in mind. Lifting Synn onto his shoulders, Nathan steps over to the table. Taking a deep breath, he drops Synn through the table with a Death Valley Driver, sending the former television champion through the table. Nathan takes one look down at him and says something to him softly.

Zack Davis: Did he just say "that's for leaving the Church?"

Shannan Lerch: I think he called him a bitch too.

Zack Davis: I had thought we could've left that part out.

Nathan runs his hand through his hair, soaking the jeers from the crowd. Taking one last look at the carnage, the Devil's Right Hand heads up the ramp, sealing his return to the company.

Zack Davis: I believe that is only the first of many attacks to come from this man. With Bravado involved, anything can happen.

As Synn lies on the outside in a crumpled mess, Sarah discards the contract she'd signed for him. Dropping it onto the mat. With a sinister grin upon her face she holds another contract in her hands that was hidden beneath the first one. And without hesitation she signs her name on the dotted line. Eric Price leans over to see what this was all about. His face is now full with a grin as well. Our cameras zoom in on the contract which has been prepared for Nathan von Liebert. The most frightening aspect of the contract stands out in bold face letters on the front page. It is a small paragraph that states Nathan von Liebert will not be held accountable for his actions by management in any way.

Zach Davis: Oh my God! Nathan von Liebert now associated with Bravado? He has...free reign to do as he pleases? Oh this night couldn't get any worse.

Shannan Lerch: I love this! Eric Price, Sarah Twilight ... such intelligence, such power. They have really turned this company around.

Zach Davis: Yeah, for the worst...

Eric and Sarah leave the ring to even more boos as "Dark Fantasy" hits once again.

Bravado vs Cryogenix
Sarah Twilight/Steeltoe Joe vs FPV/Steve Orbit

Zach Davis: Now we are set for the main event. The battle lines have been drawn and tonight the first shot will be fired. After Sarah Twilight turned her back on the entire world and aligned herself with Eric Price we came to find that Eric had assembled himself a power hungry unit of twisted, sick individuals who have decided to run rampant. They call themselves Bravado.

Shannan Lerch: When you look at the names that make up this amazing faction, it just makes me tingle inside. Eric Price, Sarah Twilight, Bobby Cairo, Gravedigger, Davey Ortega, Steeltoe Joe, my brother, the amazing Seth Lerch and of course the newest addition Emmaleigh Shae and possibly Nathan von Liebert. That is a dream team if I ever saw one!

Zach Davis: As imposing a force as that may be, they are not to go unanswered. A short while ago, The Polar Phantasm returned here as if by fate. Just in the nick of time as he watched his beloved Pantheon crumble alongside of Genesis due to the sick marriage of Bravado. Now he has assembled a force to strike back and reclaim the WCF. Jeff Purse, Corey Black, Jay Price, Frank Venable and Steve Orbit have made their presence felt alongside Phantasm and they have vowed to put an end to the evil empire that is now in place. They call themselves Cryogenix and I for one cannot wait to see them dismantle Bravado!

Shannan Lerch: Good luck with that. We have a pairing tonight of two amazing champions. The People's Champion Steeltoe Joe and his partner, the EPPW World Champion Sarah Twilight have both shown their dominance here over the last several months. FPV and Steve Orbit have their hands full, and believe me ... I would not want to be either one of them.

Zach Davis: Both Frank Venable and Steve Orbit former members of Genesis, ironically so are both Sarah and STJ. Frank and Steve have a score to settle after being betrayed by the both of them on separate occasions. If there is one thing you never count out, it is the will and determination of BOTH Frank and Orbit. They are angry and I don't blame them. Honestly, I think Sarah will get what she has coming to her. Joe will be an added bonus.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is our MAIN EVENT!

HUGE POP from the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first ...

The lights dim slightly as the big screen blanks; text begins to scroll on it. "Iceberg-Seven online- accessing WCF big screen... accessed. Loading program 'Cryogenix Entrance'." Over the speakers, "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" by the Propellerheads begins playing ...

Kyle Steel: At a total combined weight of 435 pounds .... representing CRYOGENIX ... they are the team of FRANK PATRICK VENABLE and "The Mack" STEVE ORBIT!!

On the screen, six names appear. "JEFF PURSE" "COREY BLACK" "FRANK VENABLE" "STEVE ORBIT" "JAY PRICE" "POLAR PHANTASM"... then, there is a bright flash of white light from the stage. When the screen is once again visible, it simply reads "CRYOGENIX". From behind the curtain come two of the six men- Frank Venable and Steve Orbit. Then the two of them take a bow; sure enough, we see Frank Venableand Steve Orbit standing banded together before the 'CRYOGENIX' logo. The duo heads toward the ring, slapping hands as they go.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents ...

The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously "Radioactive" by the Imagine Dragons starts to play as blue and white neon lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the music.

Kyle Steel: First, from Stockton, California ... weighing in a 272 pounds ...he is the EPPW People's Champion ... STEELTOE JOE!!!

Fog fills up the entrance ramp as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who once cheered him... Booing him as loud as they can. You can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor." Joe walks slow and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.

Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner ...

The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.

Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 142lbs, she is the EPPW World Heavyweight Champion ...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!

Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage, the EPPW World Championship displayed prominently over her shoulder and a microphone in her free hand. She is greeted with deafening boos as usual. She waves her hand dismissively as she holds the mic, finally bringing it to her lips garnering even more boos.

Sarah Twilight: Stop the music. STOP THE MUSIC!

The music dies down and the crowd continues to boo at her. Orbit, FPV and STJ all look on from the ring.

Sarah Twilight: All of you pathetic swine can shut the hell up! I don't care about you.

This elecits even louder boos from the crowd.

Sarah Twilight: The fact is, none of you DESERVE to see me compete in that ring here tonight. Franky, Steve ... you don't DESERVE to be in the same BUILDING, let alone the same ring as me. I am the EPPW World Champion ... I am the GREATEST wrestler in the entire world ... and I do NOT have to lower my standards and share a ring with INFERIOR competition. The reality of it is, I alone AM the main event. I alone AM the foundation ... the pillar that holds the rest of this WORTHLESS roster together. And tonight ... I am just not in the mood to step into that ring for the enjoyment of these sheep.

She drops the mic as the crowd BOOS like crazy. All of them extremely angry that they were not getting this main event match.

Zach Davis: Oh this is complete crap! She just walks out here and removes herself from a match on a whim? What kind of champion is that?

Shannan Lerch: It makes perfect sense, Zach. No one on this roster can lace her boots. She's proven that she is everything that she says she is. And she can do whatever she pleases. She is the CEO after all.

Zach Davis: A blatant abuse of power if I ever saw one! She thinks she's too "important" to have to compete. I think that's nonsense.

Sarah turns to exit the stage as a seething FPV and Steve Orbit remain in the ring, GLARING at her. Just as she is leaving, Waylon Cash and Ana Valentine emerge onto the stage. Waylon pauses for a moment and mouths to her "I'm comin' for you." She glances at him with icy eyes as she smirks, literally laughing at him as she exits the stage. Waylon and Ana both turn their attention to Steve Orbit, who is in the ring still.

Zach Davis: Oh what the hell are THEY doing out here now?

Shannan Lerch: Waylon looks like he just wants to get an upclose view of the match. Nothing wrong with that.

Waylon grins at Orbit is is losing it by now. Ana waves at him and smirks as the two turn and head to the back, laughing. Orbit loses all control, forgetting about the match as he hops down from the apron with an extremely pissed off look on his face and races up the ramp after them.

Shannan Lerch: Well, it looks like this is going to be a one on one contest between Franky and Joe.

Zach Davis: What a turn of events. Sarah Twilight, our "esteemed" world champion walks out on the match. Steve Orbit is now in pursuit of Ana Valentine and Waylon Cash. Now we have Steeltoe Joe and Frank Venable left ready for action.

Before the referee can ever call for the bell, Nathan von Liebert, Bobby Cairo and Gravedigger slide into the ring behind Frank and they begin viciously assaulting him. The crowd starts booing like mad. NvL clotheslines Frank from behind sending him down into the canvas face first. The trio, and Joe all start putting the boots to him.

Zach Davis: Oh COME ON! What the hell is this? This was a damn set up! It was a set up!

They force Franky to his feet as he never loses the fight in him and swings at anything that moves. Though the numbers game quickly catches up to him and they beat him mercilessly with clubbing blows and stinging shots.

Shannan Lerch: Frank Venable being ripped apart at the seems. Bravado like a well oiled machine, they each take part in the destruction of decimation. Franky has no chance.

Zach Davis: This is a mugging, plain and simple. They set this up again those damn bastards. I am so sick off -- wait! Here come the calvary!

The crowd ERUPTS with cheers as Jeff Purse, Jay Price and The Polar Phantasm race down the entrance ramp and slide into the ring. The trio immediately start battling out with the members of Bravado. Jay Price rushes into Bobby Cairo, tackling him down and starts swinging wild left and rights in a fury. Cairo swings right back and a vicious brawl ensues. Phantasm collides with NvL as the two exchange various punches and tie up with one another in the corner. Purse lunges at Gravedigger who sends a knee at him and starts clubbing forearms into Jeff's back. FPV now with some time to regroup goes directly after Joe. The crowd is on their feet.

Shannan Lerch: They have no business out here! Jay Price doesn't even work here! They are interfering and sticking their nose where it doesn't belong!

Zach Davis: Cryogenix is taking a stand here tonight! Eric Price and his cronies wanted to play the numbers game and now that game has been answered!

Cryogenix starts taking the clear advantage as they have their Bravado counterparts reeling. The crowd is solidly behind them as they put the boots to the evil empire. Suddenly, dozens upon dozens of security officials rush the ring. They begin restraining the members of Cryogenix.

Shannan Lerch: Now this is what I call justice!

Zach Davis: Eric Price obviously sending his security team out like the coward that he is.

The members of Cryogenix are far from anything the type to just do as they are told by Eric Price's corrupt Empire. They starts dispatching of the security officers. But more emerge from the back. Eventually, they are so greatly outnumbered that the security team is able to restrain them individually. They lead the four members of Cryogenix up the ramp in handcuffs. The crowd is booing like MAD at this and they start to chant.

Crowd: LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO! LET THEM GO!

Zach Davis: Handcuffs? They are being arrested and treated like criminals for standing up against Eric Price and his cronies. This is disgusting!

Shannan Lerch: They want to be vigilantes, they have to pay the price for their actions. This is a tightly run, functionaing empire of professional wrestling. We can't have these deliquents running around thinking they can do as they please!

Zach Davis: Then how do you explain Bravado?

Shannan Lerch: Eric owns the company, he has that authority.

Zach Davis: You're delusional. I am completely appalled that members of our roster are being treated like this. Eric Price has lost his mind and is drunk with power.

The crowd keeps chanting as each member is hauled off to the back like common criminals.

S-PAC Segment

“Hollywood Babylon” by the Misfits comes over the P.A., and the crowd is initially confused by this new music. When they see Scott Savage comes from behind the curtain, the booing begins. The tall, dark man is dressed in a black and red suit, and carrying one tag team title belt over each of his shoulders. He is followed closely by Waylon Cash, Ana Valentine, and John Gobble. They stand side by side, holding their arms high in victory, before continuing down the ramp. Scott is the first to climb into the ring, and he holds the ropes, as the others enter. Once they are in, Scott grabs a microphone, and waits for the music to die down.

Scott Savage: Ladies and gentlemen... what you witnessed last week, and what you see before you tonight is the birth of the Savage Political Action Committee. I have assembled a group of WCF's top talent, under a common goal. You have Bravado on one side, lording their power over the roster like a totalitarian government, hell bent on oppression. On the other side, Cryogenix, a shady group of individuals, who's motives remain unknown, but in my experience if a group of men like this begin working within the company, soon we won't know who is our friend, and who is our enemy. WCF deserves a third party, and we plan to give it to them. We will tear down the facades these teams have built, and expose the truth!

The crowd boos loudly, causing all four members to smile.

Scott Savage: I did want to mention one thing when it comes to these titles. We have chosen to invoke the Freebird clause, which states that if a stable is in possession of the tag team titles, any two members of said stable may be responsible for defending the belts at any time. That means that it is my distinct pleasure to introduce your new WCF tag team champions, Waylon Cash, John Gobble, AND Ana Valentine!

The three wrestlers raise each other's arms high in the air, as the crowd attempts to deafen them with angry screaming. Scott chuckles, before raising the microphone back to his lips.

Scott Savage: And now, to give a speech she has been wanting to give for a very long time now. Ana?

Ana Valentine steps forward, and grabs the microphone. She blows the crowd a kiss before speaking, which is met with a loud wave of boos.

Ana Valentine: Oh shut the fuck up already!

The crowd bursts into a new chorus of jeering, louder than before and she laughs her sickly sweet laugh down into the mic, mocking every single person in the audience.

Ana Valentine: All week, I have had to listen to the same bullshit.. Why Ana.. Steve cared about you Ana... Before Genesis, you were a joke... Orbit helped make you who you are today... He was only trying to help you... Well, you know what?! Steve Orbit is a hypocritical piece of shit!

Ana looks over at Waylon and smirks slightly, she raises a hand and signals in his direction.

Ana Valentine: Waylon Cash, boys and girls is a lot of things... there's no denying that... but a hypocrite...? Not even CLOSE!

She turns back to face the crowd directly.

Ana Valentine: You all wanna know why? Turns out, everyone around here is dumb as a fucking post... Let me explain something to you. Steve Orbit wanted to change me... ME, the perfect princess, Ana Valentine. He thought he knew better... Do you know how many times I had to listen to that punk tell me I should be more.. I just needed to work harder, give more, train longer... Let me ask you something; What the fuck is wrong with me?! HUH?! WHAT THE FUCK IS SO WRONG WITH ANA VALENTINE?!

The crowd starts booing again and Ana takes a couple of steps forward, turning as she does so to eye the crowd once more.

Ana Valentine: Why should I work harder? Have you SEEN me?! Who cares if i'm not technically perfect... Who cares if i'm NOT the greatest athlete that this company has ever seen. No one, and I'm gonna tell you why... Because what I am, is the hottest piece of ass to ever grace this collpasing companies square circle... Love me... Hate me... Boo me or Cheer me, it doesn't change the fact that all of your husbands, boyfriends and sons leave her, fantasizing about taking me to bed...

The crowd seem a little confused as to how to respond to this, Ana slowly licks her lips with a laugh and turns to face her stable mates.

Ana Valentine: Steve Orbit is a pimp... Yet he thought he could tell me that simply knowing there will never be anyone as capable of sleeping their way to the top as I am, isn't good enough?! Steve Orbit, sells sex for a living... But he thought he could lecture me about respect and growth?! FUCK YOU STEVE!!!

The crowd erupt into boos once again, Ana slowly walks over to Cash and looks him square in the eye with a smile.

Ana Valentine: Why Cash and Savage... That's the hot question right now huh?! Why the psychopathic hillbilly, and the power hugnry Satanist, who hospitalized me for so much as breathing the same air as them...? Simple... they know something that all of you dumb fucks can't seem to grasp... Ana Valentine is a sex symbol. Ana Valentine isn't here for women's lib... She isn't here to show girls they can be anything they want to be... Newsflash! You CAN'T... Sarah Twilight is a lie created by this company to fool all of you into believing the fantasy... Me? I am here to prove, that is IS enough... It is enough just to sell merch because just watching me bounce around the ring is enough to get 80% of this arena standing to attention!

Ana bursts out laughing again and turns slightly, stepping back in line with her team.

Ana Valentine: This company is going to shit... Cryowhatthefuckever and Bravado will implode this company and your hero, the hypocrite, Steve Orbit will partake in it's demise... Me? I'm perfectly happy to sit back in the chaos... And hey, at this point.. take whatever salvation you can get... a Nutjob.. A Hillbilly.. And a Whore! Why the hell not?!

Ana tilts her head back in laughter, as she casually passes the mic back to her new manager. Scott gives her a grin, and a sly wink, before taking the device, and raising it to speak.

Scott Savage: What a lovely young woman. A woman that I wouldn't change for all the money and power in the world. That fact that you couldn't see how perfect she is, just proves what a sexist, misogynistic hypocrite you really are. You couldn't see past her tits, as glorious as they may be, to see the perfect, talented woman inside. We saw that woman, Steve. We saw her, and how you were treating her like another one of your prostitutes, and we decided to take her in. You see Steve, we don't want to change her, we just want to make her a better version of herself, so that she may one day destroy you like you deserve... that is... if Waylon doesn't get there first.

Scott scarcely has time to turn and hold the mic out, before Cash rips it from his hands, and begins his tirade.

Waylon Cash: Orbit! You listen up boy! You better not get too comfortable with your boys in Cryogenix. You and Bravado can pretend you run this place all you want. We don't wanna run it, we wanna burn the bitch down with all of you inside. So go ahead, stand there and pretend you matter. I don't mind, but reality's gonna come crashin' down on you real quick. S-PAC is here to stay, and we're gonna make life real hard for every last one of you. We run this bitch, and ain't a god damn thing any of ya can do about it.

Waylon grins a toothy grin, as the crowd showers him with hate. It gets too loud to speak, so he pauses for a minute while the noise dies down.

Waylon Cash: Go ahead. Boo. Do the only thing you powerless little morons know how. I don't need your praise no more! I don't need your love no more! I got a real purpose now, and no matter how jealous you assholes get, I'm still gonna be Waylon Cash, the greatest thing you ever seen, and we're still gonna be S-PAC, the most dangerous force in the history of WCF.

Waylon hands the microphone back to Scott, as the crowd screams for their heads.

Scott Savage: You see fans, The Savage Political Action Committee may not be exactly the saviors you asked for, but with the NSA heroes known as Cryogenix being your only other option, we are the saviors you desperately need.

Scott is suddenly interrupted by the sound of “Flashlight” by The Parliament Funkadelic hits the P.A. The crowd goes insane, shaking the building with their enthusiasm. Steve slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp, microphone already in hand. The three wrestlers in the ring motion as if they are ready to attack, but Scott casually holds up a hand, stopping them. Steve Orbit walks about halfway down the ramp, and stops. He looks out at the crowd while the music dies down, and finds an endless support that brings a smile to his lips. He then turns his attention to the ring, his smile becoming a grimace of hate.

Steve Orbit: You assholes can go ahead and spit all the damn bullshit you want. I got a feelin' that we're gonna be seein' a lot of each other, so Imma skip it for now. I wanna talk to that coked head hillbilly in the middle.

The crowd pops, as Waylon once again looks ready to get involved with Orbit physically. The Hellbilly catches the eye of his managers, which stops him in his tracks.

Steve Orbit: You done a damn good job of makin' my life miserable. You sucker punch me every chance you get, and now you brainwashed this bitch into thinkin' you're gonna take her farther than I could. What you done to me so far has been damn painful, but ain't no pain ever existed like what you're gonna feel when I get my hands on you again. You think that barbed wire match was painful, you ain't seen a god damn thing yet, you backwater piece of trailer trash!

Ultimate Showdown World Title Match Announcement

“Dark Fantasy” by Kanye West interrupts them all, announcing the arrival of Eric Price, and Sarah Twilight. Eric steps onto the entrance stage, and Sarah stands behind him, arms crossed, WCF world title slung over her shoulder. The crowd resumes booing, and Eric rolls his eyes. As the music dies down, he addresses the crowd rather derisively.

Eric Price: Oh ... ahhh ... booooooo ... ah shut up!

This just causes the crowd to grow louder, and eventually begin a “WE ARE ANIMALS! (clap clap clapclapclap)” chant. This causes Eric to let out a chuckle, before bringing the mic back to his lips.

Eric Price: I'm actually kind of glad you came out here, Steve as then I only have to say this once. As you know, Ultimate Showdown is coming up, and Sarah Twilight needs a worthy challenge. Now, at first I considered having Waylon Cash and Steve Orbit battle tonight in the main event of Slam for the honor of facing Sarah Twilight!

The crowd cheers at the idea, as Cash and Orbit exchange angry glances.

Eric Price: But then I thought, worthy challengers ... you two certainly wouldn't fit the mark. In fact, no one on the entire roster is worthy of facing my EPPW World Champion Sarah Twilight

The crowd boos loudly and as Eric continues to speak, they start chanting...

Eric Price: Now ... I am a fair man ...

Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!

Eric Price: SHUT UP! ... Now then, I do need a pay per view main event and in fair opinion, I could put Sarah Twilight versus a broomstick and it would beat out most of the roster but because I've decided to be magnanimous this evening and since it is my Appreciation Night ...

Eric grins as the crowd continues to boo him

Eric Price: I've decided that Sarah Twilight is going to have the night off at Ultimate Showdown!

Zach Davis: WHAT?! This is ridiculous!

Eric Price: Oh no, it's not in the way you think, she will be competing and defending her World Title that night but I've decided to give her some light competition because after all, who doesn't love to see the World Title on the line? Now because I don't want to bore the fans again with having to watch you two kill each other; honestly no one gives a damn about you two to begin with, we will be seeing at Ultimate Showdown as our main event ... our marvelous EPPW CEO, Executive Vice President of Human Resources, and World Champion in action against Waylon Cash and Steve Orbit. I'd wish you luck but honestly, you two don't stand a chance.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction, cheers for the match but boos for how Eric Price presented it, as Steve Orbit and Waylon Cash smile evilly at each other. Sarah remains expressionless and just continues to stare at the men in the ring. Eric slowly turns around, and hands the mic off to Sarah Twilight.

Shannan Lerch: Look at her, such a true champion. Such a leader. The confidence on her face says it all. And why shouldn't she be confident? There is not anyone on the roster who can match her talent, her skill.

Zach Davis: Do you even think before you speak? Why are you suddenly referring to her as the greatest thing since sliced bread? Steve Orbit and Waylon Cash are both very capable of handling themselves in the ring. And I think Eric should take them both as a serious threat to the world championship.

Shannan Lerch: Oh please! Sarah Twilight is the greatest thing to ever happen to this industry. You used to think so too, but you've changed Zach ... you've changed.

Zach Davis: Me?! I ... UGH whatever.

Sarah continues to stare at both Steve Orbit and Waylon Cash unmoved by the announcement. Finally, her first sign of any emotion at all comes in the form of a smirk that forms on her lips. She simply drops the microphone and holds the EPPW World Championship skyward to a massive round of boos. "The Only One" by Evanescence hits and she remains standing on the ramp, flaunting the World Championship. Both Waylon and Steve stare back at her, intent on taking advantage of the opportunity they've been given.

Zach Davis: Well you heard it folks, at Ultimate Showdown, Sarah Twilight defends the World Title against both Steve Orbit and Waylon Cash. This should be HUGE!

Eric Appreciation Night Part Two

This is my part of the Appreciation Night segment, I don't say much because I show up in other times of the show to say my peace.

“Dark Fantasy” by Kanye West starts playing over the speaker system as the lights dim throughout the arena.

Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can we get much higher? So high
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

As the chorus of the song ends, all sorts of balloons and confetti drop over the arena as Eric Price makes his way out to the ring with a huge grin on his face, the EPPW United States Title draped over him with the same white suit with a navy blue shirt and patriotic colored tie as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly, filling up the arena with their boos. He stands on top of the entrance stage as the pyrotechnics go off all around him and he raises the US Title up proudly!

Zach Davis: Oh for God’s sake, what is he doing out here AGAIN!? We just... we just had a segment with he and Sarah! Seriously.

Shannan Lerch: He owns the damn thing, do you see a problem with him being out here on his own show?

Zach Davis: Ever since EPPW came into existence, most of the show revolves around this man and he claims to be a fair owner … my ass.

Shannan Lerch: He is fair, he even made a World Title match in the interest of fairness, he allowed FPV to remain employed in the interest of fairness, and he’s treating himself to a much deserved Appreciation Night in his honor. Well done boss!

Eric Price makes his way to the ring slowly with a huge grin on his face as the crowd continues to boo him loudly. The ring itself has a black carpet with the logo for “Bravado” and EPPW on it as two portraits flank the ring at each corner. In one corner is a portrait of Eric Price well dressed in a suit with the US Title draped around his shoulder with a huge smile on his face. In the other corner is a portrait of Sarah Twilight with a huge smirk on her face, the World Title draped around her shoulder. Eric takes a microphone as his music fades and he addresses the crowd…

Eric Price: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is a night that will be remembered. If you haven’t already done so, record this moment, set your DVRs, for those of you old timers, videotape this because you will want to remember where you were when Eric Price Appreciation Night II happened!

Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!

Eric Price: Tonight marks the beginning of Bravado’s dominance. We have the EPPW People’s Title, the EPPW World Title, and now the EPPW US Title in our possession. Honestly, we are just that damn good! I said it at the beginning of the evening, this title right here is proof positive that good things do happen to good people!

Crowd boos loudly

Zach Davis: Good people? Yeah, right.

Shannan Lerch: A very magnanimous individual!

Eric Price: But enough about me, as great as I am … and I am, tonight is also about celebrating even more greatness. Please welcome the EPPW CEO, Executive Vice President of Human Resources, and your EPPW World Champion, “The Mistress of Mischief” herself Sarah Twilight!

Shannan Lerch: Yes, we’ve been waiting for this moment and she deserves this celebration!

Zach Davis: Oh God, more nepotism and self-service, self-aggrandizing crap.

The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.

Eric Price: You show my world champion RESPECT!

Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage, the EPPW World Championship displayed prominently over her shoulder. She is wearing a brand new self franchising black tee shirt that reads "The Eyes Of A Predator" with a very defined pair of wolf's eyes staring coldly on the front. The faint outline of the wolf's head is somewhat visable. Her long, gorgeous red hair hangs down over her shoulders just above the tagline on the back of her shirt that reads "#TheSheepWillFlock." This is accompanied by a pair of black denim jeanss and glossy black leather boots. Her sterling silver pentacle charm dangles from her neck as usual. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to flaunt the World Championship to ENRAGED fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, holding the EPPW World Championship skyward in one hand, almost as if for her own amusement as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.

Zach Davis: I am about sick of seeing these two. Enough already!

Shannan Lerch: I have chills! This is the most exciting night I've ever been part of. Sarah Twilight, isn't she just stunning?

Zach Davis: No. She's sick, twisted and completely disgusting.

Shannan Lerch: That is so typical. I think you swing the other way sometimes.

Zach Davis: ...

Sarah is handed a microphone as she again holds the EPPW World Championship skyward. She smirks heavily as she looks out among the crowd.

Sarah Twilight: I told everyone...EVERYONE that I would do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that it takes to keep this World Title around my waist. No middle aged REJECTS, no HAS BEEN from 2007 and not even your HERO Jeff Purse was able to stop me! And I have no one to thank for MY SUCCESS than ME!

Crowd: SARAH SUCKS! SARAH SUCKS! SARAH SUCKS! SARAH SUCKS!

Sarah Twilight: Chant that all you want. The fact is you PATHETIC human beings have no choice but to accept the fact that I AM your World Champion. I AM the ONLY ONE WHO MATTERS IN PROFESSIONAL! I AM THEE GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER IN HISTORY! And most importantly, whether you like it or not, I AM this industry's LEADER!

A HUGE spike in boos.

Zach Davis: The only one who matters? Sarah Twilight a leader? She doesn't give a damn about anyone but herself, how can she expect to lead anything?

Shannan Lerch: That's right Zach, she only cares about herself, and that is the perfect example to set among this roster.

Sarah Twilight: You all prayed and you hoped. You PLEADED, you SCREAMED and you CRIED for Jeff Purse to take this away from me. Guess what? IT DIDN'T HAPPEN! Jeff gave everything he had, every ounce of will and determination he could muster and it WASN'T ENOUGH! I was SUPERIOR. I was BETTER than him and that is EXACTLY what I have said from the beginning. NO ONE is worthy of standing in the ring with me. Not Odin Balfore, not Frank Venable, not Steve Orbit ... and NOT Jeff Purse. Face it Jeff, you are NOT on my level and you never were. The ONLY Champion WORTHY of carrying this belt is at the top, and there is not a DAMN thing ANYONE can do about it!

Zach Davis: Is she kidding? Jeff Purse was a GREAT champion for WCF. Her arrogance has gotten even worse now!

Shannan Lerch: The fans don't like her, the locker room doesn't like her, but she is being truthful, she is at the top right now. No one can deny her that.

Sarah Twilight: And then ... Then there are the people like Jay Price, like Synn, like The Polar Phantasm and my pathetic excuse for a former stable, Genesis. All of whom talk and talk and talk, they complain and make excuses, but NONE OF THEM have done ANYTHING here. NONE OF THEM can EVER COMPARE to me. Do you honestly think that ANYTHING they say even matters? I am the World Champion, and they are scraping by, hoping and pleading for your praise. They live to satisfy the SHEEP and I live to destroy.

Sarah looks out to the crowd, sitting in the front row there is a small boy, perhaps eleven or twelve years of age. He is holding a sign that says "Jeff should be champ" and is wearing a "Future - Jeff Purse" T-Shirt, along with a toy replica of the WCF World Championship. Sarah points at him.

Sarah: Here is a prime example, come on up here.

The boy is helped over the barrier by security and escorted to the ring. He climbs inside and stands there with Sarah Twilight.

Sarah Twilight: What's your name?

She holds the mic down for him to respond.

Boy: Johnny ... Johnny McLaughlin.

Sarah: Johnny, who is your favorite wrestler?

Johnny: Jeff Purse!

She smirks.

Sarah Twilight: Oh really? And why is that?

Johnny: Because he is tough and strong and he was the bestest world champion ever!

The crowd cheers loudly and Sarah just continues to smirk, the familiar evil look in her eyes.

Sarah Twilight: Let me see your title Johnny, looks just like the one Jeff failed to take from me, doesn't it?

Johnny nods, taking off his toy title and hands it to Sarah.

Sarah Twilight: This...

She holds the plastic replica up high and rips it in half, the crowd boos LIKE MAD and Johnny begins crying.

Sarah Twilight: THIS is why people like Doc Henry, Vengeance, Tek and Terry Roberts are infesting our industry. THIS is why each of you can't stand that I am where I am. Because Mommy and Daddy fill these little worthless NOBODIES with false hopes that they can someday accomplish something. They walk around with a plastic title that mommy or daddy BOUGHT them, they didn't EARN it, they dress, act and fantasize that they are someone important. And that's ALL it is, a FANTASY! Just like Purse, just like Orbit, you have your dreams CRUSHED and your heroes get DESTROYED by people who MATTER!

Zach Davis: This is DISGUSTING! She just ripped that boy's souvenier in half! Why? WHY do something like that?

Shannan Lerch: To make a point. And she's definitely getting it across.

Sarah tosses the torn up title belt back to Johnny and dismissed him from the ring like he was nothing. He cried even more as he takes his torn up toy and rejoins his parents at ringside, they both stare up at Sarah mouthing angered words at her. Sarah looks down at them with a smirk, as if daring them to do something about it. The two console their young boy and Sarah continues on in the ring as the crowd has had just about enough, they are all going crazy, wanting Sarah dead by now.

Sarah Twilight: What you see in this ring before you is a REAL Champion. Not some delusional MORON who thinks pacifying each and every one of you IDIOTS is what it's all about. I make it clear right now, I don't CARE about ANY of you. None of you got me to where I am, I DID! You cheered when Purse tried to take away MY World Title, and the more you cheered for him, the more you hoped and prayed for him....the more I enjoyed BEATING HIS ASS! Each and every one of you had no choice but to suck it up and FACE THE FACTS! Sarah Twilight IS the ONLY ONE WHO MATTERS! You had to realize that Purse FAILED you, this ... Cryogenix FAILED you, why? Because YOU DON'T MATTER! You are nothing more than PUPPETS who line these seats to fill MY pockets. You can hate me, you can boo me, but guess what? Next week, your fat, lazy asses will STILL be sitting there, hanging on my every word. Anticipating what I will say or do next. You PAY to see ME, you scrape up your change from the couch, you empty your wallets all for just a chance to have a glimpse of the BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN to this business! Then you will go home back to your UNIMPORTANT lives, and your LOW CLASS jobs KNOWING that NONE of you can EVER be like ME! You should all BOW down and GROVEL at my FEET and be GRATEFUL that you even have the CHANCE to see the EPITOME of PERFECTION that I am!

The crowd is by now LIVID beyond belief and the place goes bonkers again with deafening boos.

Zach Davis: More like the epitome of evil. It is a dark day for us right now as we have perhaps the most vile and wicked member of our roster representing us as World Champion.

Shannan Lerch: Whether the crowd likes it or not, she IS our World Champion. And she is telling it just how it is.

Eric Price stands off to the side applauding Sarah with great enthusiasm. The crowd just continues to boo and jeer. Eric now takes up the microphone again.

Eric Price: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is exactly why Sarah Twilight is such a GREAT World Champion ...

Crowd boos even louder.

Eric Price: And this is why, I have a surprise for you tonight.

Sarah tilts her head, looking at him. Her face still very cold and callous.

Eric Price: You deserve so much better than to walk around with that simply abhorrent piece of tin that still touts the name of WCF. So on behalf of EPPW, and everyone in the back ... I present to you the brand NEW EPPW World Championship! The only championship worthy of gracing your waist.

Eric motions toward the time keeper's table where a small table has been set up, draped in deep purple satin cloth. A black cloth covers something sitting upon the table and a spotlight now hovers over it. At Eric's instruction, the time keeper removes the cloth to unveil the brand new EPPW World Championship. It is a marvel crafted in gold, platinum, emeralds and diamonds. Its prominent crest displaying the earth enshrined in gold, wrapped with golden leaves. On either side of the earth, two wolves heads encompass the remaining main plate. They are crafted in platinum. Each of the side plates display the logo for EPPW and are laced with small diamonds. Across the top of the main plate "EPPW World Heavyweight Champion" is also crafted in diamonds and at the bottom of the main plate, Sarah's name is carved into the platinum and various emeralds are affixed to the carving. The strap itself a polished, glossy black leather and even the fastening buttons were crafted in platinum. It was clear that no expense was spared in making sure the new World Chmpionship was something glorious to behold.

Eric Price: Now then, we'll collect that pile of tin and from here on out you shall carry the EPPW World Championship with pride.

Zach Davis: This is sickening. Absolutely sickening.

Shannan Lerch: I think it's beautiful. Sarah is definitely deserving of this moment.

Zach Davis: We're talking about a legacy here. Eric Price and Sarah Twilight are disrespecting everything. All the history, all the pride.

Shannan Lerch: They are ushering in a new era. This is a historic moment in itself.

Eric instructs the time keeper to bring the new EPPW Championship to the ring. However, Sarah immediately glares down at the table. The time keeper backs off as Sarah hops out of the ring. It was clear she wanted no one to touch this new symbol of her greatness than herself.

Zach Davis: And the very arrogant and egotistical Sarah Twilight wanting to collect her new trinket herself.

Shannan Lerch: Look at how beautiful it is, I don't blame her.

Sarah heads over near the time keeper's table and stares down at her new championship. Eric is all smiles in the ring, feeling proud of himself as she obviously liked the gesture. Sarah takes a long moment soaking it all in. She grins as she pulls the cloth from the table, fully exposing the title. Meanwhile, Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch are watching on. Shannan especially fascinated by the new championship. Sarah glances over at the two momentarily.

Zach Davis: And Sarah taking her time, reveling in her own glory so to speak.

Shannan Lerch: That belt is going to look so pretty around her wa--AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Suddenly, and without any warning, Sarah had moved from the championship over to the announce table and she yanks Shannan Lerch from her announcer's seat by the hair. Shannan has nothing but pure fear in her eyes as she is dragged away from her position. Sarah now grabbing her by the face and staring at her with those evil, emotionless eyes.

Shannan Lerch: HEEEEEEELLLLP! HEEEEEELLLLLLP!

Zach Davis: Oh my God! We need help out here. Someone needs to do something. Sarah Twilight just ... she has Shannan and I have no idea what's going on.

Neither does Eric as he stands in the ring with a genuine look of shock on his face. Sarah grips Shannan's face even tighter and the crowd is in complete shock as well. Everyone is booing and screaming as Sarah continues to manhandle the commentator. She shoves Shannan back HARD into the security barricade and there is a loud THUD. Shannan has tears streaming from her eyes as she desperately tries to crawl away. But she's hurting after the force of hitting the barricade. Sarah stalks her, taking her time as she walks beside her.

Zach Davis: I have never in my life seen an individual so sick ... so inhuman. She has not a shred of remorse in her. And she's decimating Shannan Lerch .. and for what? Why is this happening at all?

Shannan slowly and gingerly crawls along the floor. Sarah just looks down at her like a tiny, insignificant wounded animal as she continues to stalk her. Finally, Sarah reaches down and grabs hold of Shannan by the hair. Shannan screams out like never before and most of the arena goes silent now as they watch on in horror. Sarah hauls the commentator up and delivers a TWILIGHT ZONE to her on the concrete floor. ShannaN is completely OUT and is unresponsive. There are gasps coming from the crowd and many are simply too horrified to look on any more.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! HELP! SOMEONE HELP NOW! SHE'S INSANE! SARAH IS COMPLETELY PSYCHOTIC! GET HELP OUT HERE NOW!

Even Eric Price looks slightly disturbed by this as he watches on from the ring. He finally decides to maybe attempt to calm Sarah down a bit and end the madness.

Eric Price: Sarah? Sarah, I believe she's finished now. How about we collect your new championship and call it a night?

Sarah ignores him. She was clearly in her own world at this moment and her predatory like eyes were still fixated upon the unconscious commentator. Sarah grabs hold of Shannan by her arm and drags her across the floor like a carcass, pulling her to the corner of the ring outside.

Zach Davis: Oh dear God. Eric, you're the owner of the company. STOP HER! THIS HAS TO STOP! She's going to KILL Shannan!

Eric just watches on, realizing that not he has to say is going to change the outcome. Sarah positions Shannan's limp body against the ringpost. People in the crowd are screaming in horror and disgust. Sarah backs up as far as she can and takes a running start, sending her knee CRASHING into Shanna's face and KNOCKING her head back against the ringpost to a sickening CRACK. Shanna slumps down, showing no signs of life at all sans a very faint breathing that can only be heard do to the constant wheezing that accompanies it. The crowd is horrified and continue to boo loudly. Finally, medical staff rush to ringside.

Zach Davis: I just don't understand this. Our world champion attacks Shannan Lerch for no apparent reason. This sadistic ... brutal attack. Shannan Lerch is seriously hurt folks. I have no idea what her condition is but she may have brain damage after that.

Eric finally exits the ring and tries to get Sarah's attention back on her new EPPW Championship as Shannan Lerch is carefully loaded onto a stretcher and given oxygen. Sarah finally collects her new belt and walks alongside the medics as they administer first aid to the commentator. She simply looks down at her fallen prey with no remorse, and no hint of emotion as she passes by. The crowd once again begin throwing trash at her as she and Eric Price make their way up the ramp leaving the carnage behind.

Zach Davis: This is just ... this is just unreal. Someone has to stop her. Someone needs to do something. No one is safe, this was an unprovoked assault. It was a mauling ... a massacre. I ... I can't work like this. Something needs to be done. We're ... we're out of time. I can't do this.

Zach Davis grabs his things and gets up from the commentator's table as he makes his way now toward the back as well. The crowd is now mostly silent, many of them in tears. Some of them can be seen praying for Shannan's well being as she is cautiously escorted out of the arena by medical staff. Slam fades to black.

Table of Contents

Eric Price's Opening Segment

Slam Intro

Eric Price's Announcements

GILGAMAX! vs Biohazard

Oblivion Segment

The Rookie vs Mariko vs Ophelia Pain

Hugs and Stitches vs The Big Time Jerks

Eric Price/John Gobble/RVN/Scott Savage Segment

Terry Roberts vs Tyler Walker

Jay Price's Job Interview

Hardcore Title Match: Jeff Purse vs Denise D'Evil

Waylon Cash/John Gobble/Ana Valentine vs Night Rider/Oblivion/Voodoo

Synn's Challenge Accepted

Nathan von Liebert vs Justin Turner

Eric Price is Interrupted Segment

Television Title Match: Jonathan Jakobs vs The Polar Phantasm

Big Time Jerks Segment

Sarah Twilight/Eric Price/Synn Segment

Sarah Twilight/Steeltoe Joe vs FPV/Steve Orbit

S-PAC Segment

Ultimate Showdown World Title Match Announcement

Eric Price Appreciation Night II

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Eric Price
Match:
Jakobs vs Phantasm
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Sarah Twilight
Hardcore:
Denise D'Evil
Television:
Polar Phantasm
United States:
Eric Price
Peoples:
Steeltoe Joe
Internet:
Ana Valentine
Tag Team:
S-PAC