The shot opens up showing the crowd buzzing about the First Mariner Arena as the lights are off in the arena.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Owner, Chairman, and CIO of EPPW, and the EPPW United States Champion, Mr. Eric Price!
Crowd boos loudly as the lights come back on to show Eric Price standing in the center of the ring wearing a black suit with a black tie and shirt along with his US Title draped over his shoulder.
Eric Price: A few announcements I want to make here tonight!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: Will you please show some civility here this evening? I know we’re near the nation’s capital and we have a lot of undesirables in this area like you people here tonight but would you please behave yourselves!
Crowd boos loudly again
Eric Price: Now then, let me start off by stating that what happened last week to Shannan Lerch was unexpected. Rest assured she is resting comfortably in a bed and I have offered to provide for and pay for her care to ensure she gets better.
Crowd gives a mixed reaction to this
Eric Price: I still have no explanation for what Sarah Twilight did but I’m sure she had her reasons!
Crowd: She’s a bitch! She’s a bitch! She’s a bitch!
Zach Davis: This crowd I think answering why Sarah did what she did.
Eric Price: Regardless, I will see to it that Shannan is given the best of care and that she returns as soon as she feels she is able; with that being said and just to give you peace of mind Shannan, you and I discussed this but as long as you are out, I will pay you full salary until you are ready to return.
Some of the crowd applauds and a mixed reaction is heard
Eric Price: Second announcement of the night, because of Shannan Lerch’s unexpected absence, as many of you may have read on EPPW.com, it is true, I will be taking her place at commentary this week.
Eric Price: Rest assured, this is only for one week as I understand that Sarah has hired a replacement color commentator who should be coming onboard this upcoming week. Stay tuned to EPPW.com for more announcements about this. But now for why I’m out here, as some of you may know, Jeff Purse’s contract is coming up and…
Eric pulls out a folder from his coat pocket
Eric Price: I have his new contract right here and I would like to ask Jeff Purse to make his way out to the ring right now so we may discuss his new contract. Jeff, please come down to the ring.
“Won’t Back Down” by Eminem plays over the speaker system of the First Mariner Arena as Jeff Purse makes his way to the ring glaring at Eric Price the entire time as Eric simply stands by in the ring, the crowd cheering for Jeff Purse the whole way.
Zach Davis: And Jeff Purse making his way down to the ring here tonight, looks like we’re going to see his new contract signed.
Jeff makes his way into the ring as his music fades off.
Eric Price: Now Jeff, I …
Jeff quickly swipes Eric’s microphone from him
Jeff Purse: You talk too much!
Eric quickly demands a microphone now pissed off at the situation
Eric Price: Now Jeff, this is your new contract and it’s rather similar to your old one albeit with a few changes and new provisions.
Jeff Purse: What kind of changes?
Eric Price: Well, honestly I thought about just outright terminating you Mr. Purse but then I realized that it wouldn’t be fair to terminate a mentally handicapped individual such as yourself from my company.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Please people, don’t call Jeff names like that, he might get offended.
Zach Davis: Umm … I think that chant was directed at you Eric!
Eric Price: Nonetheless, your new contract is already signed by me. All you need to do is sign on the dotted line. What are these new provisions? Well first off, you’re going to be paid only if you win your matches from now on. That means that if you lose your match, you do not get paid. You also get $25 per appearance on Slam or in the media, not to exceed 5 a month outside of EPPW.
Eric Price: When you do win your matches, you will be paid $25 per match.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous!
Eric Price: Next new provision, every week that Slam is on the air, you have to put on a weekly segment to honor your benefactor, yours truly, the Chairman, Owner, and CIO of EPPW, Mr. Eric Price! And while you do this segment, you must wear either EPPW merchandise or Eric Price merchandise! This also goes for any media appearances and/or public appearances you make, you must wear EPPW or Eric Price merchandise!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Jeff Purse: Oh that’s all, I just have to kiss your ass, is that right?
Eric Price: Now hold on a second, it’s not about that. It’s simply about you respecting authority, that’s all it is. But let it not be said that I am unfair because in the interest of fairness, if you agree to these terms, if you agree to your new contract, then I’ve added a little something for you. If you sign your contract and comply with these terms, then you get immunity, which I know here in Baltimore, you people aren’t exactly the most well educated so let me explain what that means to you. That means in effect that once you sign this contract, you cannot be fired!
Crowd cheers loudly
Zach Davis: Wow, that is a surprise move by Eric Price! What’s Jeff going to do?
Jeff offers Eric a bit of a smile as Eric grins at him
Eric Price: So what’s it going to be Jeff?
Jeff Purse pulls out a pen from his pocket and decides to sign the contract as the crowd cheers loudly
Eric Price: And it’s official, Jeff Purse has resigned with EPPW!
Jeff Purse: Oh Eric, you are so predictable and you make things far too easy. Now that I’m resigned and cannot be fired, that means I can do whatever I want!
Jeff Purse immediately hands the contract back to Eric and slaps him across the face as he rolls out of the ring and laughs at him as Eric looks on at him enraged
Jeff Purse: Oh by the way, you can’t fire me for that!
“Won’t Back Down” plays over the speaker system as Eric looks on from the ring in a flat out rage dropping his microphone and pacing around the ring in anger as the crowd cheers at Jeff Purse
Zach Davis: And Eric Price getting a slap to the face after he thought he had everything figured out but I guess he had another surprise coming.
Eric quickly steps back to the announcers’ desk and puts his headset on
Eric Price: Jeff may have gotten the upper hand tonight but in the end, I will have the last laugh and remember something Zach, he who laughs last, laughs best.
The fans cheer as Drunk and Crazy hits and Slam is live! Eric Price and Zach Davis are our commentators for the night.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam. I'd like to extend our thoughts to Sha-
Eric Price: Excuse me, Zach, but I'd rather not talk about it. Let's keep the fans excited instead of sad, shall we? With me on commentary this is set to be the highest rated Slam of all time, if you don't screw it up.
Zach Davis: ...This is going to be a long night. I'm forced to sit next to Eric Price, a man who-
Eric Price: A man who is leading WCF to new heights of prosperity. A man practicing fair leadership.
Zach Davis: A man who keeps interrupting me. Can I do my job or are we going to do this all night?
Eric Price: For the sake of the show, go ahead, Zach. By all means.
Zach Davis: In our main event, the Bravado team of Eric Price and Sarah Twilight face the men formerly known as the Homegrown Players, one of the greatest teams to grace a WCF ring.... two man that now hate each other.
Eric Price: Two men that are going to tear each other apart at Ultimate Showdown, allowing Sarah Twilight to pick up the pieces.
Zach Davis: Jay Price's contract is on the line, thanks to "fair leadership," as he faces his friend the Polar Phantasm.
Eric Price: That IS fair leadership. If Jay Price can't beat the WCF competition, he doesn't belong here, plain and simple.
Zach Davis: Two people that belong in a mental institution face off as John Gobble faces Oblivion. Oblivion seems to be having yet another identity crisis, as last week we saw him turn into A.C.E. And Gobble, well... he's calling himself Gobble.
Eric Price: Did you know we get tax writeoffs for employing the mentally handicapped? The money we save goes right into executive compensation, it's great.
Zach Davis: More fair leadership! Seth Lerch faces off against Ana Valentine for the Internet Title. What did Seth do to get an Internet Title shot, Eric?
Eric Price: Uh.. started this great company, for one! As far as I'm concerned whatever Seth wants, he's earned.
Zach Davis: Right. The People's Title is on the line as Steeltoe Joe defends against Arkham and Denise D'Evil. Joe has a stranglehold on that belt, can someone take it from him? If they do, it's a ticket into the Ultimate Showdown match.
Eric Price: No chance. He's the People's Pastor for a reason, Zach.
Zach Davis: Bravado faces off against Cryogenix as Jonathan Jakobs and Emmaleigh Shae face FPV and Jeff Purse. What a team that is!
Eric Price: Somehow, Jeff Purse was able to win the Hardcore Title and now finds himself in the Ultimate Showdown match. Unfortunate for him, because he's going to be embarrassed by me yet again.
Zach Davis: We'll just see about that.
Eric Price: Then we've got matches like Terry Roberts vs Zero and The Rookie vs Matthew Robinson. Who are these guys?
Zach Davis: ...Well, Terry "Synn" Roberts is a long standing WCF star, and the rest are hot prospects with a lot of hype.
Eric Price: Adam Young is booked against a mystery opponent. Ratings! Mysteries always equal ratings.
"Walk" by Pantera starts playing as the jumbotron shows a Rebel flag with a skull on it. Out walks the Southern Mafia and the crowd goes wild. The group looks over at the announce table and laughs. Adam Young, Austin Adams, Spirit Sky and Dub climb into the ring as Stan Murdoch sits down on the ring steps right in front of the announce table.
Stan: Eric Price its time for you to stop being so coo-yon. At Ultimate Showdown my boys here should be fighting for the tag team titles. Now we can either come to an agreement or my boys can, let's say Brísfaídh mé do magairlí.
The Big Time Jerks start ripping apart the EPPW banners at ringside. Any and everything with EPPW on it near ringside is destroyed. Stan snaps his fingers and they stop.
Stan: May the Lord keep you in his hand And never close His fist too tight.
Eric is about to stand up but the lights go out and then pop back on but the Southern Mafia is gone.
Zach Davis: Uh... what're you gonna do about this, Eric?
Eric Price: Probably nothing. The Southern Mafia are insects; not even worth my time.
Zach Davis: Well anyway... we've got Tek versus Voodoo, and in our opener, Tyler Walker, Mariko, Ophelia Pain, Night Rider, and Justin Turner do battle. Let's start the show!
Eric Price: Boring. I'm gonna sit this one out. Do your best, Zach.
Zach Davis: ...
Zach Davis: Again, welcome to Sunday night Slam. Our opening bout is about to get Slam underway.
The lights in the arena shut off completely and a dark mass of glow in the dark flecks scamper out onto the stage. "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.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... from Lima, Ohio weighing in at 148 pounds... "MISS MURDER" OPHE-E-ELIA-A-A PAI-AI-AINN-N!!
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. She sits on the ring apron and crosses her legs in a ladylike fashion until the song says "I'M LIKE TH 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: With Miss Murder in the ring, our next combatant is about to make their way down to the ring.
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 have a short praying in there. She comes into the ring then she poses while spreading her folding fan. Mariko takes off her Yukata and she ready to fight.
Zach Davis: Who will be next?
"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.
Kyle Steel: From Santa Monica, California... weighing in at 275 pounds... The Beast Ty-y-yler-er-er Wal-al-alker-er-er!!
Zach Davis: I have been told tonight, this match will be a five person match.
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 sound of roaring motorcycles could be heard over the PA system as Pyrotechs explode down the entrance ramp and around the ring. It's Time for war by LL COOL J then begins as Night Rider makes his way to the ring with the Lovely Angel Fyre leading the way.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring with the lovely Angel Fyre... Weighing in at 335 pounds... HE IS THE LEACER OF THE AoD, THE ANGELS OF DEATH... HE I-I-IS-S-S NI-I-IGHT RIDER-ER-ER!!
Zach Davis: All we need is one more competitor and we all know who will this be...
The Lights in the arena go out then a few gun shots are heard over the P.A. We see the flashes of cameras before a camo background lights up as the words "The Freak" are posted on the tron. After a moment "The Gunslinger" by Shooter Jennings hits.
Stepped off of the train in this town
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.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring with the lovely Jennifer Adams... From Crystal River, Florida weighing in at 165 pounds. He is The Flying Freak JU-U-USTI-IN TUR-UR-URNER-ER-ER-R-R!!
But don't call an outlaw no,
Justin rolls under the bottom rope before posing for the crowd.
Zach Davis: The crowd is going absolutely crazy and this is just our first match, of the evening!!
All five competitors circle the ring...
Zach Davis: All five slam against each other.
Night Rider grabs a hold of Mariko...
Night Rider tosses Mariko out of the ring, over the top ring rope.
Justin turner grab Ophelia Pain and Irish whips her into the ropes. As Ms. Pain was bouncing off the ropes, The Flying Freak was already there to....
Zach Davis: BLACKOUT!! ALREADY!! Justin turner just nailed Phelia Pain with a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick!!
Miss Murder flies out of the ring, through the top and middle ring rope and lands hard, ass first onto the ringside area. Ms. Pain is slowly standing up. Seeing a perfect opportunity, Turner takes off and runs towards the opposite end, of the ring, bounces off the ropes and bolts towards the ropes, does a cartwheel....
The Flying freak does a suicide senton over the top rope and lands hard on top of Ophelia Pain.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: The crowd is getting involved early!!
Both Justin turner and Ophelia Pain remains motionless. Tyler Walker and Night Rider back up and the bump into each other...
Night Rider and the Beast starts to land with massive lefts and rights to each other, which gets the crowd go into a massive frenzy!! Mariko quickly climbs up the turnbuckle, from outside the ring. She looks at the brawling behemoths, waiting for the right moment.
Zach Davis: Night rider goes into a frenzy with a massive punch to skull of the Beast, a chop to the chest and a stomp to the mid-section!!
Night Rider nails Tyler Walker with a massive right cross, that spins the big man around. That gives the perfect opportunity for...
Zach Davis: Mariko just nailed The Beast with a flying dropkick... SHE'S GOING FOR THE PIN...
The referee slides into position...
Night rider pulls Mariko off of Walker. Ophelia Pain slowly stands up and runs at Justin Turner, who has enough time to just turn at Miss Murder...
Ophelia slaps the face of the Flying Freak, chops his chest nails him with a back elbow...
Zach Davis: Miss Murder stands Justin turner still as she claps both of her hands over The Flying Freak's ears!!
Miss Murder rolls turner back into the ring. Night Rider goes over and grabs for Mariko...
Zach Davis: Kesagiri chop!!
Night Rider cringes in pain as...
Zach Davis: Another Kesagiri chop!!
Rider backs up, as Mariko tries to pick up night Rider what looks like a spinebuster, but...
Night Rider nails her on the back of her neck with a double fist. Rider grabs her by the waist...
Mariko gets rocked with belly to belly suplex which cuased her to bounce off the mat and into a corner. While still standing against the corner....
Crowd: OH MY GOD!!
Zach Davis: Night Rider is charging right for her....
Crowd: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Zach Davis: Tyler Walker nails Night rider with a spot on spear! The Beast is going for the pin...
The referee slides into position...
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: Ophelia Pain just flew off the top turnbuckle in what would normally would be just a standing shooting star press and landed right on top of Tyler Walker who was trying to pin Night Rider
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! THIS IS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!! THIS IS AWESOME!!
Zach Davis: Justin turner... The flying Freak, he just proved RIGHT NOW... Turner just flew off the top turnbuckle and landed on top of Ophelia Pain who was on top of Tyler Walker who was on top of Night Rider with a Freak Out, a 630 corkscrew senton.
Justin turner is grabbing his mid-section.
Zach Davis: HOLY HELL WHERE IN THE HELL DID SHE COME FROM?!?!
Mariko grabs Justin turner and positioned him for a Argentine Cutter....
...but repositioned him with a spinning spinebuster.
Zach Davis: Mariko makes the cover...
No! Mariko kicks out!
Zach Davis: So close!
But meanwhile, Night Rider has Ophelia positioned...
Zach Davis: DROP OF DEATH!
Night Rider pins Ophelia Pain.
Zach Davis: Night Rider picks up the victory!
Night Rider gets to his feet and gets his arm raised. Eric Young rejoins the team.
Zach Davis: Welcome back, Eric.
Eric Price: Yawn. Is it time for something exciting yet?
"Flash Light" by Parliament plays over the PA.
Eric Price: Oh, great.
Zach Davis: Here comes Steve Orbit with a mic! Wonder what he's got to say.
Eric Price: Who cares?
Orbit makes his way to the ring as the crowd cheers. He enters the ring and the music cuts.
Steve Orbit: So let me get this straight... at Ultimate Showdown, Seth Lerch and Eric Price think it's a good idea to put Sarah Twilight...
The crowd boos.
Steve Orbit: I know, I know. They think it's a good idea to put Sarah Twilight and Waylon Cash...
The crowd boos some more. Orbit laughs.
Steve Orbit: I know, right? Fuckers. Anyway, they think it's a good idea to put them two in the ring with Steve Orbit?
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: For the World title?
The crowd REALLY pops.
Steve Orbit: I gotta tell y'all. Since I came to this fed, I've done some good things. Some great things. But this... Ultimate Showdown is the right name for this event. Because this IS the ultimate showdown. Sarah Twilight has gone and made herself a lot of mother fuckin' enemies over the last couple months. Everybody want a peice of her... but I'm the mother fucker who can get it done. Waylon Cash... well, everybody know the history between the two of us. Two months ago at Asesinato De Mayo, we had it out, sure-- but nothing was resolved. Then at Blast, he and Scott Savage orchestrated another sneak attack on me, by turning Ana Valentine against me.
The crowd boos.
Steve Orbit: Needless to say, me and Waylon Cash got some unfinished business. Me and Sarah Twilight also got some unfinished business. These two mother fuckers would like nothing more in the world than to destroy me. They want me out of EPPW-- they want me out of wrestling, period. Hell, they want me off this mother fuckin' planet. But I got news for both of y'all-- Steve Orbit ain't goin' nowhere, except straight to the top, and by that I mean straight to the World Championship. To me... beating you two at Ultimate Showdown will be the most glorious victory of my career. It will be fuckin' beautiful, poetic justice.
Orbit pauses as the crowd cheers him on.
Steve Orbit: Now Sarah, you might think you gonna sit back and let me and Waylon tear each other apart, and then waltz in and pin one of us after we can't get up no more-- we already proved that we more than capable of doing that to each other. But have you thought about this, Sarah? What if Waylon and I decide to team up one last time to take you out? What if we take you out of the equation, and then fight each other for the title? Have you thought about that, Sarah? I mean, sure-- I hate Waylon, and Waylon hates me, but there's one thing that both of us like, and that's gold.
Orbit begins to pace around the ring.
Steve Orbit: And Waylon, maybe you think Sarah's gonna team up with you to take me out of the match? Don't count on it. Remember, when you left Genesis, you betrayed me-- but you also betrayed Sarah. Who you think she's gonna side with in the match, huh? You think she's just gonna forget about what you did? I don't think so, Waylon. Payback comes in many different forms, and shapes... I hope both of y'all think about that before we get into the ring. The history... the bad blood between the three of us is thick. There ain't no love in this match, but only one of us can walk out with the title. Only one of us can go on, after Ultimate Showdown, and say that we took out our two biggest adversaries, taking the World title belt in the process. And that one mother fucker... is gonna be the Mack.
The crowd pops. Orbit drops the mic, and his music hits once again. He climbs the turnbuckles, making the belt motion around his waist as the crowd goes crazy.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit, determined to win the World Title and conquer his foes!
Eric Price: Oh, please. Sarah Twilight will defeat him, she will defeat Waylon Cash, and probably won't even break a sweat while doing it. Just as easily as Sarah and I will defeat him and Waylon tonight.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, with a half hour time limit. Now coming to the ring, standing six feet, two inches tall, he hails from New Orleans Lousiana... This is Voodoo!
The lights go out in the arena and there is a fire that lights in the a circle then “blood” by Jim Johnston plays as it stars another fire lights in the circle and it lights a “V.” The lights come on and Voodoo is seen sitting in front of the fire. He stands up and starts to walk down the ring he stops at the end of the ring and turns around and starts moving his hands as he is chanting a spell and the fires start to rise above the ramp. Voodoo turns back to the ring and walks to the ring and crawls in and goes to the middle of the ring and sits and looks at the fires and he is laughs.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...
The arena goes pitch black. “Anchor” plays and blue neon lights come on and point to the stage where Tek is at standing looking right at the ring.
Kyle Steel: Standing six feet, two inches tall, he hails from Palmdale California... this is Tek!
He makes is way down the ramp to the crowd booing him. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around at the crowd, he walks to the ring and gets on the apron and sits on the ropes looking at the ramp.
Zach Davis: This should be a very interesting match. These two men are perfectly matched height wise, and Voodoo is only twenty pounds heavier. This match will most likely come down to strategy, intelligence, and desire.
Eric Price: Yeah whatever. I think I may lay back and take a nap, let you take this one. I need to be well rested, so I look good when I'm celebrating my big win tonight.
Tek and Voodoo stand face to face as the referee reminds them of the rules, and signals for the bell to ring. The two men circle each other, feeling out their opponent, looking for an opening.
Zach Davis: A bit of a stand off to begin things. These two may be similar in size, but definitely not in style. Voodoo tends to favor power moves, whereas Tek relies on his formidable speed to get the better of his opponents. It should be-
Eric Price: Oh good god! That's the last time I let you take it. You just won't shut up. Someone hit someone!
Voodoo dives at Tek's legs, and grabs onto his right one. Tek pulls back and kicks him in the head a few times with his left foot. Voodoo is dazed, and Tek uses the opportunity to crouch down, and roll his opponent into a pinning position.
Voodoo kicks out! He then grabs Tek in a front face lock, and delivers a few knees to the head, before rolling Tek into a pin.
Tek kicks out! Both men jump back to their feet, and begin the stand-off again.
Zach Davis: The feeling out stages of this match, very interest-
Eric Price: It's boring is what it is! Tek! Do some flippy shit, and pop a rating!
Tek gets bold, and kicks at Voodoo's gut, but the larger man catches his foot, and spins him around, before hitting a hard lariat. Tek falls to the ground, and Voodoo immediately begins stomping on him. Tek crawls to the ropes, and grabs them, causing the ref to get between them, and back Voodoo off. Tek uses this time to stand on the apron, and jump into the air. He springboards off the top rope, and hits Voodoo with a dropkick to the face. Voodoo this the ground, and Tek stands next to him, before hitting a standing moonsault, and going for the pin.
No! Voodoo kicks out! Tek stands, and drags the man to his feet, before whipping him into the ropes. Tek jumps up for a hurricarana, but Voodoo catches him, and hits him with a sit out powerbomb. He pushes Tek away, and stands up to gloat. He lifts Tek up, and tosses him into the corner. Voodoo walks over, and starts hitting Tek with lefts and rights, until he is seated in the corner. Voodoo then backs into the opposite corner.
Zach Davis: Voodoo gearing up for something big here!
Voodoo sprints across the canvas, and goes for a knee to the face, but Tek rolls out of the way just in time. Voodoo plows into the turnbuckle, and stumbles backward into a schoolboy roll-up form Tek.
No! Voodoo kicks out. The two men get to their knees,a nd lock up. After a small struggle, they both stand to their feet. Voodoo brings Tek forward, and hits him with a knee to the gut. Tek doubles over, allowing Voodoo to hit a gutwrench suplex. He jumps up, and grabs Teks leg, wrenching it around into a one legged cross-crab submission hold. He pulls back, as Tek screams out in agony.
Zach Davis: Voodoo really wrenching back on this submission.
Eric Price: Thee people can see that. Tell them something they don't already know. If you don't start being useful soon, I will fire you and take over this job myself.
Voodoo pulls hard on the leg, with an evil smile on his face, as Tek claws his way toward the ropes. He reaches as far as he can, but can't manage to grab on.
Zach Davis: Tek fighting with every ounce of himself, but he can't quite reach!
Eric Price: If he was any good, he could get out of it without using the ropes.
Tek makes one last, desperate lunge, and grabs the bottom rope. The ref tells Voodoo to let go, but he uses his full four count before doing so. Tek grabs his leg, as Voodoo stands up and taunts the booing crowd. Tek slowly uses the ropes to drag himself up, but right away, Voodoo kicks his injured knee out from under him, sending him to the ground. Voodoo laughs, as Tek clutches at his knee.
Zach Davis: That submission hold took a lot out of the leg of Tek. If he can't fight through it, this match is all but over.
Eric Price: I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I was checking my Twitter. What happened now?
Voodoo drags Tek up, and lifts him into a military press position. Tek struggles, and levels a few blows to Voodoo's head. He drops Tek, who lands on his feet. The injured knee gives way however, and Tek hits the ground again. Voodoo goes after him, but Tek dives forward, hitting a shoulder block to Voodoo's knee. The larger man crumbles to the ground, and Tek dives on him, hitting him in the forehead with blow after blow. Tek hobbles to his feet, and steps over to the corner, leaning against it, waiting for his opponent to stand. As soon as Voodoo is up, Tek runs out of the corner, and jumps into the air, hitting a flying knee to Voodoo's face.
Zach Davis: A vicious knee from Tek, and Voodoo is completely out.
Tek immediately dives on his opponent for the cover.
Voodoo kicks out at the last second! Tek slaps the mat in frustration, and uses the ropes to stand. He hobbles over, and climbs to the top rope, as Voodoo struggles to reach his feet. Once Voodoo is standing, Tek jumps off the top rope, but Voodoo jumps, and hits Tek with a dropkick to the chest, as he is coming down. Both men lay on the ground, convalescing, as the referee counts.
Zach Davis: Both men on the ground here. Heavy damage has been done to both fighters in this match.
Voodoo is the first to stand at the count of six, and he drags Tek up with him. Voodoo hooks Tek's head under his arm, and lifts him in a suplex position. He stalls there for quite some time, showing off, as the crowd boos. He holds him up for a bit longer, before dropping backwards, and slamming Tek on the mat.
Voodoo lifts Tek up again, but Tek gets a sudden burst of adrenaline, and begins delivering kick after kicks to Voodoo's chest. He kicks away, backing the man into the corner. Tek lifts him up onto the top rope, before climbing up after him. Tek jumps, hitting a hurricarana, and sending Voodoo flying off the top, and crashing to the ground. Tek immediately climbs the ropes again, and stands perched there for a moment, before leaping off, and hitting a corkscrew shooting star press.
Zach Davis: COLD FACTS!
Kyle Steel: Your winner, TEK!
Eric Price: Finally this match is over it was so boring to watch. I would of left but, the crowd would of left with me.
Zach Davis: Um, boss. It would look like this is not over just yet.
Eric Price: What are you talking about?
Tek is looking at the body of Voodoo, he notices that he is still moving. Tek walks over to the head of Voodoo and tilts it to the side. He picks up Voodoo and raises his arm up and the crowd cheers.
Eric Price: What a bunch of crap. Tek is not cold blooded if anything he is weak.
Zach Davis: Tek is being what he is and that is a good person.
Eric Price: That’s right weak I had known that for years.
Tek gives a hug to Voodoo and the crowd cheers even more. Then without a second though Tek connects with the Out Cold. The crowd is shocked and so is everybody else.
Zach Davis: TEK WHAT? WHY?
Eric Price: Well this is interesting to see.
Tek gets up and the crowd is still in shocked, he goes over to Voodoo and applies the Iced Out. The crowd starts to boo. Tek is holding the move in tight and the ref is trying to pray him off Voodoo. You can see Voodoo is in pain and the longer the hold is on the more pain he is in.
Eric Price: Well Tek seems to be showing something new to the world.
Zach Davis: I want and I'm sure the people of WCF...
Eric Price: Um it’s EPPW get it right or you will be fired.
Zach Davis: EPPW fans I mean.
Tek finally let’s go of the hold and Voodoo looks like he has passed out from the move. Tek gets up and looks at Voodoo and smiles at what he did. The ref and EPPW officials are looking at Voodoo and Tek is standing there smiling, the officials are telling Tek to not do anything else. Tek walks away and wants a microphone.
Eric Price: I want to hear what he has to say.
Zach Davis: I think the fans would like to know what this is all about.
Tek: What you fans don’t like what I just did? That’s somewhat crazy because when I face Joe for the people’s title you all go crazy for him. When I get beat you guys cheer for whoever beat me. Well am tired of losing am tired of hearing you fans cheer when I lose and it gets dead quite when I win. You fans were supposed to be my support after Joe turned on me, when my family of Genesis turned their backs and gave up. And what did you all do? You all said well Tek is not important anymore, Tek is just a jobber. Well guess what I am giving you all the cold shoulder, you all can boo me all you want because am not going to listen you. I am doing things my own way and if you like cool and if you hate it the cool too. Voodoo you were the victim because well you were in the path and I hope your career is over.
Zach Davis: Well I think he may have got that one right. Voodoo still is not moving and the officials are carting him to the back.
Eric Price: Well I see Tek is finally getting away from the fans. There is still no room for him in Bravado.
Tek: Eric, I see you over there. Don’t get your “men” underwear in a bunch. You don’t have to worry about me “trying out” for your group. Because, I don’t want to be a part of the group because am not someone you can buy. But, don’t worry you do have something I want, but then again so does Sarah Twilight, Denise D’Evil, Polar Phantasm, Joe of course, Ana Valentine, and S-PAC.
Eric Price: What would that be?
Zach Davis: Boss I think he is talking about that gold you and the rest of the name he said has. Just a guess?
Eric Price: Well if he thinks he can win any gold from me, Sarah, Joe or any of the names that punk said because he has no shot at any of them nobodies. He can’t he is to weak
Tek: So “boss” and the rest of the chumps get ready because my eyes are on all of you and there is a cold front coming and there is no way of stopping it.
Tek drops the microphone and leaves the ring and sees that Voodoo is on the stretcher going up the ramp. He pushes the officials away and grabs the stretcher and looks at the ground on the sides of the ramp. Then he looks at the ring. The crowd is booing Tek takes the stretcher and runs it as fast as he can towards the ring and pushes it right in the ring and Voodoo looks worst then he looked before. Tek walks up the ramp looking at what he did and the officials rush to get to Voodoo
Zach Davis: Welcome back to WC…ehh…I mean EPPW. Here replacing Shannan is none other than the EPPW owner himself Eric Price.
Eric Price: Thanks for tha…
The titantron goes black, as well as every single light within the arena. The crowd begins to scream and screech from the mouths of the children and women. The once sight of Eric and Zach has now become complete and utter darkness, as dark as the nights sky.
Zach Davis: Whats going on?!
Eric Price: Zach, everything will be fine, I am sure that EPPW officials are handling it with swiftness.
Zach Davis: So you’re not even worried that this could possibly never be fixed?
Eric Price: There is nothing we can do but wait Zach, quit being such a…
Eric is interrupted by the screeching sound of static within the audio jacks and speakers. Following the horrid screeching is the sight of static on the titantron, overwhelming the live audience, sending them in a frenzy of screams and panic. The high pitched sound echoes throughout the concrete arena, as the viewers can do nothing but sit carefully as there is only a small amount of light coming from only the titantron.
After a few moments pass of the screeching the audio immediately stops, and the lights slowly dim back to normal. A sigh of relief can be heard for almost every audience member. The weight is just lifted from their bodies as they begin to relax once again. Silence fills the arena as no one says anything, everyone still caught off guard by the sudden black out of the arena. Zach and Eric look at each other before continuing on with the show. A shrug of his shoulders sends Zach back to commentating about the show and the event that just took place.
Zach Davis: Whatever that was it seems to be fixed now.
Eric Price: I told you not to panic, the officials here at EPPW has everything under control.
Although while they talk about the black out, the titantron still seems to be in a disturbed state as the static is still seen. Zach lifts his right hand and places it on the head set covering his right ear lobe, followed by him listening very carefully.
Zach Davis: Well Eric, it seems that we still have no control on either the audio and video feeds.
At that time the static from the titantron comes to a screeching halt, but is replaced by a live feed inside of the office of Eric Price. There is red spray paint written on the back wall, behind the desk and chair of the EPPW owner. The red paint is written into words, “Welcome to EPPW!” although the letters EPPW is crossed out with the same red paint.
After seeing the video feed on the titantron the crowd begins to chatter once again, wondering what could be going on. Zach and Eric both seem to be focused on the shocking image on the titantron. After moments pass Zach decides to ask Eric what the writing is.
Zach Davis: Eric that looks like your office…
Eric Price: Of course that’s my office! It looks like it’s just another one of those stupid pranks from Adam Young. I think I will have to have a small talk with him later on about this, it is nothing to worry about. Let’s…
Eric is interrupted by the sound of a deep and menacing voice coming from the video feed in Eric’s office. The voice can barely be understood, but it sounds rather familiar to the EPPW universe, as they all wait with anticipation.
Mysterious Voice: Eric, I think that you need to stay tuned in for this.
Out of the side of the camera in the office is the sight of the masked man, face right up to the camera, his head tilted slightly to the left. After seeing the mask of the culprit the entire arena pops with cheers and chants. Eric’s eyes begin to glow with rage and anger at the sight of the masked man. After listening to the cheers from the crowd the masked man walks back and leans back against Eric’s desk.
Masked Man: Hello Eric, remember me?
Eric’s face begins to turn red, as the struggle to control his anger is easily seen by his body language. Although filled with anger Eric still remains seated, while listening to the masked man talk.
Masked Man: I didn’t know if you would remember me, after all it has been almost a week after our last meeting. Eric, I hope your memory does not deceive you, because I am going to speak of some important history of the business and I want you to remember everything I say. On the date of February the 24th, I made my first appearance in the WCF. On that date, I attacked my first victim, one that didn’t put up much of a fight. A man that since has not stepped foot inside a wrestling ring since, other than to speak of his retirement. The last thing that he felt in a WCF arena was the pain of being thrown into his own locker room locker. Metal piercing his skin, leaving inflictions and wounds that would eventually heal in time, but I not only left battle wounds, I left mental wounds as well.
On the night of Timebomb, I did exactly what I intended to do, and that was to send a message. The message was clear, I am not an individual to be messed with. I am here to right a wrong, and on the night of the twenty fourth of February, I did exactly that. Unfortunately Roy had to become the example, and the result was devastating to him. He realized that his outer wounds would heal, but the wounds that I gave him mentally would never. Roy decided to perform the smartest action that he has ever done in a WCF ring and that was to run. Run away from the WCF before this storm comes, before it develops into something more serious than he could ever imagine. On the night of March the third, Speede officially announced his retirement, and he hasn’t been back in a WCF ring since.
The crowd begins to chant.
Crowd: SILVER-LINING! SILVER-LINING!
Zach Davis: What is he trying to prove from these attacks?
The crowd silences after a few seconds of silver lining chants. Directing their focus back on the masked man on the titantron. The masked man moves around the back of the desk, picking up the knocked over chair of the office, followed by him sitting in the chair and propping up his black boots on the top of the owner’s desk.
Masked Man: Next at Explosion, I showed my next target Pantheon, when I attacked none other than Jay Price. Leaving him crippled and injured in that janitors closet. I remember it like yesterday, sending that final kick to the gut of such a small and helpless individual. Although as you all know, it didn’t stop at Jay, I continued my reign of fear attacking several other WCF superstars. After Jay it was Morientes at Aftermath. That was when I revealed my next target and that was none other than Rebellion. At Asesinato De Mayo, I claimed yet another victim, Logan, a WCF legend.
Although after all of these attacks, no one even seemed to pay much attention to what was going on. They didn’t realize that a new time has come, and a new face has started such a revolution. Every one of those individuals that was in that locker room just looked the other way, not knowing that their throats where placed in the palms of my hands. For the past year and a half the “Stable Wars” have ruled the WCF universe, and has ruined a company to its fullest. A company that many people before this time had to climb and scratch from the bottom to the top; and now in this era you only has to know the right people. People that were aligned with these factions were on top of the world, while the ones that weren’t, were left at the bottom to rot. True potential, true talent, was left without any recognition.
After watching these events happen time after time, I decided that it is time for me to step in. I have my hands on the throats of all these superstars in the locker room, all it takes is a little of applied pressure. This entire era is blind, and I am here to show each and every one of you the light. Genesis, Pantheon, and Rebellion have all fallen; now there are two new challenges that await me, and those are Bravado and Cryogenix. Two more targets in my sights, two more groups that need to be put in their place. The entire roster has shrugged me off as not a threat; well if you continue to ignore the facts then there will be a War on our hands. I have already fired the first shots; I am just waiting for my enemies to return fire. The past couple of months have only been warning shots, the real War will come sooner than expected. I am the marksman, that has been knocking off each and every one of you month-by-month, week by week, and now it is time for you to notice. Would you all rather be put down without a fight, or go down fighting.
The crowd continues to stay quiet.
Zach Davis: A war? What is he talking about?
Everyone continues to focus on the man leaning back in Eric’s office chair. The sound of knocking on the door can be heard, but the masked man gets startled from the sound. Getting up from the chair, lifting the camera and turning it to show a chair lodging the door closed.
Masked Man: Continuing on with the history lesson, this brings me to none other than Eric…
Eric stands up and grabs the microphone on the announcers’ desk, he gets up from the desk and makes his way towards the ring, interrupting the masked man, the crowd erupting in loud boos!
Eric Price: No no no, this is done! We are done you cretin! I am sick and tired of you interrupting me, interrupting my show week after week after week after week. What is your purpose masked man? To destroy the stables, to create chaos, disorder, is that it? You might have gotten away with that under the Pantheon administration but not under my administration, I will not allow you to continue taking up air time each and every week to bore us with your incessant rhetoric. I don’t know what War you’re talking about but as far as I can tell, all you are is a coward!
Crowd boos loudly.
Eric Price: Honestly, all you’ve done is attack people from behind but let me remind you of something, you didn’t kill Pantheon, you didn’t kill Genesis, and you certainly didn’t kill Rebellion. Let me enlighten you to something…
Masked Man: Shut … up!
Eric Price: No, you shut up and listen! This is the first night you talk and I have plenty to say to you. Let me remind you that it was I who killed Pantheon by manipulating Jonny Fly into selling me the company. Let me remind you that it was Sarah Twilight who killed Genesis by doing the right thing and playing them for the saps they were. And Rebellion, well … they killed themselves by being irrelevant. So what you’ve done masked man, is absolutely nothing!
Masked Man: Revisionist history is all I hear from you. But then again it would make sense considering you are full of it.
Eric Price: How dare you? You disrespect me? You attack me from behind after I beat FPV fair and square for the US Title!
Crowd: You screwed FPV! You screwed FPV! You screwed FPV!
Eric Price: For the last time you ingrates, I DID NOT SCREW FPV! FPV SCREWED FPV!
Crowd boos loudly.
Eric Price: But you know what masked man, I am so sick of you and your crap, you try to tell me how to run things and how I’m unfair, how you hate power groups! Yet you come after me, I don’t see you going after Cryogenix, why don’t you after those dishonest losers! Instead you pick on an honest man, a man of integrity such as myself who has done nothing but provide fair leadership for this company!
Masked Man: Fair leadership?! You call what you provide “fair leadership?” All I’ve seen you do is continue the abuse of power that has long been rampant in WCF! But it’s time to end it and put you in your place!
Eric Price: I am ending that abuse of power! I AM AN HONEST MAN OF ETHICS, INTEGRITY, AND MORALS!
As Eric continues screaming at the masked man on screen, from out of nowhere, the masked man emerges in the ring and is ready to assault Eric Price but Eric hears him and turns around and before the masked man can hit him, he quickly slides out of the ring!
Eric Price: WHOA, you take it easy! You’re not blindsiding me here tonight! Security!
Immediately, about 10 security guards quickly come to the ring as the masked man looks on and shakes his head at Eric Price. Eric looks on from ringside as the guards enter the ring and ask the Masked Man to leave and he starts to leave with them as he has a microphone in hand.
Masked Man: You’ve once again proven Eric Price that you’re a coward!
Crowd cheers loudly as Eric looks on pissed off
Eric Price: GET HIM OUT OF HERE! CUT HIS MICROPHONE!
Masked Man: You know I’m … (mic cut off)
Eric Price: GET HIM OUT!
The masked man is escorted by the security guards as Eric makes his way back to the announcers’ desk and puts his headset on pissed off over the whole situation.
Eric Price: What Zach, what? You have something to say on this too?
Zach Davis: Well, the masked man making another surprise appearance here tonight and looks like he has his sights set on you for sure.
Eric Price: I’m going to say this once Zach, I will not be disrespect by this piece of trash or any other piece of trash, you hear me? This is my company, I’m the boss and I deserve to be respected and this masked man, he will not disrupt my order. He may have been able to get away with it under Pantheon’s administration but I run a tight ship around here and I will see to it that this never happens again! Mark my words Zach!
"Evil Ways" by Blues Saraceno starts playing as a Texas flag flys on the jumbotron and then the picture becomes a burning Alamo. Out steps Adam Young in black and red pants with black boots. He is wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with a Texas Flag on it that reads "Don't Tread on Us". He walks towards the ring giving the fans high fives. The fans start a "BTJ" chant as he stops and salutes the fans. He gets to the ring and throws up the horns and slides into the ring. He climbs the second turnbuckle and takes his t-shirt off and then throws it into the crowd.
Zach Davis: So who is he facing?
All of a sudden Adam is attacked from behind...
Eric Price: I believe that is one of the "Sixx Demons of Hell!"
Indeed, a man in a black robe is pummeling Adam Young from behind. The man turns Adam around and DDTs him.
Eric Price: After what that idiot Stan whatever said earlier I hope Adam Young gets his ass kicked.
The Demon of Hell pins Young, hooking his leg.
No!, Young kicks out.
Zach Davis: Say what you want about him but Adam Young IS tough.
The man picks Adam Young up and sets him up...
Eric Price: He's going for Vengeance's "Last Rights" Powerbomb!
Once Adam Young is up he punches the man several times in the head and escapes the move! Young kicks the Demon and hits The End!
Eric Price: Aw, damnit.
Young pins the Demon of Hell.
Zach Davis: I never thought I'd be happy to say this but Adam Young wins!
Adam stands up... and the lights go out.
Eric Price: Oh what now?
They come back on and the other five Demons of Hell are beating Adam down!
Eric Price: HA!
All of a sudden... VENGEANCE appears on the ramp! He watches as his Demons beat down Adam Young.
Zach Davis: VENGEANCE IS BACK!
Eric Price: Last we saw, he was part of Rebellion, but it looks like he's back on his own now.
The Demons leave Young, victorious but beaten down.
Backstage at the arena, Ana Valentine and Scott Savage stand outside the S-PAC dressing room. Scott stands with his arms folded over his broad, suited chest, his head cocked every so slightly to the side as he looks down at Ana, who is leaning into the wall slightly bobbing her head from side to side so that her pigtails sway as she explains herself.
Ana Valentine: I just wanna make sure we get it right... I'm sure as hell not questioning your... core strength.
Ana draws the last two words out slowly, rolling them across her tongue, adding a little extra meaning to them as she she moves a little closer to Savage, her knee just slightly pressing up against his leg. A very small, slight smirk starts to cross Scott's lips.
Scott Savage: And we are out here because....?
Ana Valentine: Because, despite all the rumors...
Ana moves right up close to Scott, standing on her tiptoes, her chest would be pressed right up against Scott's were it not for the Internet Championship between them, absorbing the heat... Ana's lips move within an inch of Scott's as she finishes her sentence..
Ana Valentine: I don't Always like an audience...
Scott's huge hands are holding Ana's arms lightly as she balances in order to whisper in his ear, she pulls her head back slightly so as to look him in the eyes. He continues to hold her in place in a firm but, careful way.
Ana Valentine: And if I fall.....?
Scott Savage shrugs slightly with a small laugh and releases Ana's arms.
Scott Savage: I'll catch you.
Ana drops down to her knees in front of Scott facing inwards towards him she grabs at his belt buckle and pushes up. As her head reaches groin level, the belt on her shoulder catches at Scott's knee and she almost slips, before steadying herself. She pulls the belt from her shoulder and drops back down to her knees. Looking up at Scott through thick black lashes from her kneeling position she holds the belt up to him.
Ana Valentine: I think i'm gonna need you to hold this....
Scott's eyes are trained on Ana as he looks down at her, with a small smug smile, he takes the belt from her without saying a word. Ana casually winks at Savage who laughs slightly, as he slips the belt over one shoulder for now as a placeholder. Ana then grabs Scott's belt by the buckle and slowly slides herself up his body, as she moves, her spare hand trails up his thigh and onto his chest where it rests as she finally pulls herself into a fully standing position, her body pressed right up against his. Again, the only thing between them being the Internet Championship.
They stands for a moment, pressed as close to eachother as could physically be possible. Both of their breathing in a timed, measured pattern as Ana looks at Scott, her head ever so slightly tilted. A small smile crosses her lips and she tugs ever so slightly on the belt buckle she still has hold of. Scott doesn't move, not even a flinch and Ana grins, leaning her head closer in, so her cheek brushes against his, she speak in a soft whisper, almost a sigh.
Ana Valentine: Just as I expected... Hard as rock.
Thomas Buckley is walking out on stage as he goes down the ramp. The crowd murmurs, questioning his abilities. He climbs into the ring and warms up.
One Finger And A Fist by Drowning Pool, The opening to 'One Finger And A Fist' by Drowning Pool plays through the PA system as the arena plunges into darkness. When the song fully kicks in, 'The Punisher' Matthew Robinson bursts out onto the stage sending the NWA Nation into a frenzy. Robinson is visibly fired up and raring to go as he makes his way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on his way.
Zach Davis: NWA Nation? That rap group hasn't been together for a while, I wonder what they're doing here in the WCF audience. Either way, they love Matthew Robinson!
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from London, England, now residing in Orlando, Florida...he is NWA's Apex Predator, 'The Punisher'...Matthew...Robinson!
Robinson heads around the ring slapping the fans hands on the way before rolling into the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms high above his head before taking his shirt off, throwing it into the crowd and climbing back down as 'One Finger And A Fist' fades out.
Eric Price: Alright, time to see what these two got.
Buckley goes right on the attack, running at Robinson and Clotheslining him down. Robinson gets back up only to get chopped in the chest several times from Buckley. Buckley goes for a Dropkick but Robinson is able to sidestep it. Robinson hits the Rookie with a European Uppercut, sending him reeling. The Rookie tries to get back to the right, running at Robinson, but the Punisher uses the Rookie's momentum to lift him into an Olympic Slam!
Zach Davis: Great offense by both men. Thomas Buckley is called The Rookie for a reason though and the Punisher is, well, punishing him for his mistakes.
Eric Price: Stop being corny, Zach.
Matthew Robinson is up and stomping away at Buckley. Robinson circles him, hitting multiple stomps.
Zach Davis: He calls that the Robinson Stomp. Very effective.
Once he's satisfied, Robinson lifts Buckley up and throws him to the ropes. Robinson goes for a Spinebuster but Buckley is able to leapfrog over him instead. Buckley bounces off the other side of the ropes, Robinson turns, and Buckley hits that Dropkick he was going for earlier. Robinson stumbles backward and Buckley follows up with a kick to the gut and a DDT!
Eric Price: I'll give him credit, good DDT right there. But can he capitalize?
Buckley goes for the pin.
No! Robinson kicks out!
Zach Davis: Close, but The Punisher doesn't want to lose in his debut, that's for sure. He's not going to be an easy victory for the Rookie.
The Rookie climbs to the top rope. He waits for Robinson to stumble up and turn, Rookie flies off with a Diving Crossbody!... but Robinson catches him and turns it into a Fallaway Slam!
Eric Price: Good reversal by Robinson. The Rookie got too cocky and going high risk didn't pay off.
Rookie stumbles up and Rookie hits a Snap Suplex Powerslam and into a pin!
No!, Rookie kicks out!
Zach Davis: Another nearfall!
Robinson is ready to put Rookie away. He begins to apply an Arm Trap Triangle Choke.
Eric Price: If he gets this move locked in then this match is over, that's for sure.
Rookie knows it and quickly fights it off, rolling away. Buckley pulls himself to his feet and Robinson goes for a Jumping Cutter!
Zach Davis: After the Lock of Punishment here comes Total Punishment!
But no!, Buckley shoves Robinson away! Robinson turns and Buckley lifts him and hits a Brainbuster!
Eric Price: First that DDT, now a Brainbuster, Buckley is really targeting the head here... is it going to pay off?
Buckley is ready to put Robinson away. Once again he quickly climbs the ropes and plays to the fans.
Zach Davis: He's going for his finisher, his Diving Elbow Drop!
Buckley flies off... but Robinson is up and hits a Cutter!
Eric Price: IMPRESSIVE.
Zach Davis: TOTAL PUNISHMENT!
Robinson pins him, hooking the leg.
Eric Price: The Punisher picks up a victory in his debut match!
The bell sounds. Robinson stands and gets his arm raised in the air.
Zach Davis: Very competitive match, good stuff, but Robinson was the better man here tonight.
“Won’t Back Down” hits the PA as the fans get to their feet. Its not Jeff Purse’s usual video that plays on the titon tron, though, its Eric Price’s. Jeff comes out, looking rather excited, in an “Eric Price: I DEMAND RESPECT” T-shirt.
Zach Davis: And here comes Jeff Purse for the first Eric Appreciation Show.
Eric Price: That’s right Zach. Best part is that Jeff HAS to do this. He has no choice.
Zach Davis: Yeah…anyway.
Jeff works the crowd a bit, and despite the fact that he is wearing Eric Price attire, the crowd still responds well to him. Of course though, he is Jeff Purse. Rolling into the ring, Jeff signals for a mic, the music to stop, and throws a salute toward Eric Price. He raises his mic to his lips…then takes them down as the fans are still cheering. Finally, he raises the mic up and begins talking.
Jeff Purse: Welcome, welcome, to the first edition of what should be a very fun series, where we all pay tribute to our esteemed leader Mr. Eric Price. I sat in the back once I got the chance to do this thinking of a really good name for this now weekly segment. I thought it could be Eric Price Appreciation Night, but he has enough of those for himself already. So it couldn’t be that. So, after thinking about it for hours, I think I finally found the perfect name for this segment. Eric’s Amazing Night Awesome Super Show. And we have a graphic for it, if you will put it up on the titon tron there…
A graphic shows on the tron, with just the acronym of the title of the show. It says, it big, bright yellow letters, “Eric’s A.N.A.S.S.”
Zach Davis: Eric’s Amazing Night Awesome Super Show. That was a stretch.
Eric Price: I like it. Its got spunk.
Eric Price: The fans seem to like it. That’s good.
And for sure the fans are rolling in their seats. Cheering at the top of their lungs for Eric’s A.N.A.S.S. Jeff is also laughing as he raises the mic to his lips once again to begin speaking.
Jeff Purse: I thought it was the perfect name for a show about Eric Price. I don’t think anything else would fit, really. So anyway, lets kick the first night of Eric’s ANASS off, I wanted to show a video that helps state how fearless Eric is, since he is now our Fearless leader. I thought it was only fitting for that to happen. And some of you may say “Jeff, Eric isn’t fearless, he hides behind things like politics, money, and Sarah Twilight.” And I would say no, no, that’s not true, Eric Price takes his challenges head on. And you might say “Jeff, the only reason you were hit by a car was because Eric Price is a giant pussy. I mean, just a giant, incredibly scared pussy.” And I would say “No, no, that’s not true Mr. Everyman.” And then some of you might say “Eric Price always ducks out of challenges and picks up dirty wins because he is too scared to actually fight someone one on one.” To which I would say, hey, prove to me that Eric Price has ever had a dirty win. Then I might believe you, FPV.
Jeff smiles, the crowd is still rolling. It would seem everyone kinda understands what Jeff is doing, everyone but Eric Price. However, it was about to get bluntly obvious what he was going to do.
Jeff Purse: So ladies and gentiles, if you will direct your attention at the Titon Tron, I give you the first video I have honoring our fearless leader…
FPV: NO MORE! No more of your fucking bullshit, Eric! It's done. You hear me, DONE!
Frank places the gun to the side of Eric's head as he remains sitting on the canvas, by now far too frightened to move. Sarah attempts to calm Frank down a bit.
Sarah Twilight: Frank....it isn't worth it.
FPV: Naw Sarah, FUCK THAT! This asshole deserves it!
Sarah Twilight: Don't give him the easy way out.
Eric is nodding his head, agreeing with Sarah as he certainly doesn't want to be shot.
FPV: This motherfucker needs to pay the consequences. Enough is e-fucking-nough!
Sarah looks down at Eric, who is actually crying right now. His eyes clenched tightly closed as he absolutely fears being shot in the center of the ring.
Sarah Twilight: You see this, Eric? You fucking SEE THIS? You and your fucking bullshit. Pulling the shit that you have every week. Now, Frank wants to blow your damn head off...and honestly, I think I should let him!
Eric Price: Please no, please! I'll do anything...ANYTHING! Please don't do this!
Sarah kneels down beside Eric, looking at him.
Sarah Twilight: What was that? I don't think I quite heard you.
Eric Price: I'll do anything you say! Just please, don't let him kill me!
Sarah Twilight: Anything hmm?
Eric Price: ANYTHING!
Sarah stands up, smirking.
Sarah Twilight: It's settled then. Eric Price versus Sarah Twilight once again for the WCF World Championship at Aftermath!
HUGE cheers from the crowd.
Eric Price: Wait I--
FPV presses the gun harder against the side of Eric's head, tightening his grip on the handle.
Eric Price: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! You have it...Eric Price versus Sarah Twilight at Aftermath for the World Title! Let me go, I've done what you said!
Sarah Twilight: Oh, we aren't finished....
Eric starts crying once again, wondering what more they can possibly do to him. Sarah paces back and forth a few times as if she was contemplating what more she would have to say. Of course, she already knew and kneels down in front of Eric once more.
Sarah Twilight: That match...is going to be on my terms.
Eric Price: WHAT?! I already gave you the mat--
FPV again reasserting his grip on the pistol.
Eric Price: FINE! Whatever you want, match is on your terms!
Shannan Lerch: This is blackmail! How are they getting away with this?
Zach Davis: This is justice! And I am loving every second of it!
Sarah glances over to Zach Davis, who immediately nods his head.
Zach Davis: That's my queue!
Shannan Lerch: What? Where are you going?
Zach takes hold of a clipboard and makes his way up the ringsteps. Sarah heads over and collects the board from him and Zach returns to his post. Sarah meanwhile, heads back to Eric who is still scared out of his mind. FPV holding the gun to his head.
Sarah Twilight: Now, I'll tell you what my terms are when I am good and ready. But, just to make sure we have an understanding...sign it!
She shoves the clipboard at Eric which is a contract for a match against Sarah Twilight at Aftermath with the World Championship on the line. There is a pen attached to the clipboard. Eric stares down at the contract for a long time and starts crying once again, not wanting to sign it and wanting no part of another match with Sarah. FPV grows very impatient.
FPV: SIGN IT MOTHERFUCKER!
Shannan Lerch: You disgust me. You had part in this?
Zach Davis: And I would do it all over again!
Eric, reluctantly signs his name to the contract. Davey Ortega and Gravedigger throw their hands over their foreheads. But Eric had no choice in the matter.
Eric Price: (crying and screaming frantically now) THERE! I SIGNED IT! YOU HAVE YOUR MATCH, YOU HAVE YOUR TERMS! YOU HAVE ALL OF IT! ALL THAT YOU WANT! PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME GO!
Sarah takes the contract from Eric, smirking. She gives FPV a nod to let the champ go...however.
FPV: Fuck it, I have to do it!
Sarah Twilight: Frank...No...wait!
Eric's eyes widen and he trembles and screams in terror as his life flashes before him. Eric clasps his hands together and he starts praying. His pants darken in color around his groin and the crowd is laughing at him.
Eric Price: STOP THIS! STOP THIS TAPE RIGHT NOW! JEFF WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???
Eric Price has gotten up from his spot at the announcers table and has now joined Jeff in the ring with a mic in his hand.
Jeff Purse: Eric, you are being very rude. I am trying to make a statement here.
Eric Price: And exactly what is that statement Jeff? Huh?
Jeff Purse: Obviously, Eric, that you are so fearless that you can piss your pants on national television and still show your face around.
Eric Price: NO! NO! That wasn’t our deal, JEFF! You are supposed to support me, and put on this show to honor me. YOU’RE FIRED!!!
Jeff Purse: Eric…you can’t fire me. I did exactly what I said I would do. I am honoring your ability to release your bladder on television. And you can’t fire me, you gave me immunity, remember.
Eric Price: NO! This is not what it was supposed to be. This is supposed to be something showing how great I am, not this!!!
Jeff Purse: Well, I wasn’t aware you pissing your pants was unacceptable material. Next week, I promise, I will do a better job.
Eric Price: YOU BETTER! OR ELS-
But Jeff has had enough, and fires off a superkick right into the chin of Eric Price. Eric goes down, and Jeff smiles.
Jeff Purse: That there folks shows how Eric can take a kick to the mouth and still end up getting up and be a complete ass. Tune in next week for next weeks edition of Eric’s An Ass.
“Won’t Back Down” blares on the PA to the audience cheering like crazy. Eric Price begins to stir as Jeff makes his way back down the ramp. Who knows what these two have in store for each other next week, but make sure you watch out for Eric’s An Ass to find out.
Lights flicker, smoke rises, and "The Warriors Code" by Dropkick Murphys plays. Zero Stryker runs out and looks at the crowd. Put his hands to mouth and screams 'FUS RO DAH!' and extends his arms out, and walks nonchalant towards the ring. The crowd is giving a mix reaction to him.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, Zero Stryker!
He flicks off a few people on the way, and jumps on the ring. Wipes his feet, and gets in the ring. He then goes to lean over on the ropes, and waits for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
The house lights dim as the jumbo screen showers with static before bold red letters flash across them.
The screen then begins showing highlights of Terry's WCF career as the first chords of Motorheads "Hellraiser" booms over the crowd with a near mesmerizing visual assault of decadent red, purple, and black strobing laser lights bringing the fans to their feet, followed by a massive wall of flames that rain down on, as another wall of flame shoots up from the main stage lasting 20 seconds creating a large billowing cloud of white smoke. As the song goes into the chorus, Terry, with a red and black guitar slung over his shoulder steps forth from the misty haze. Looking out upon the frenzied crowd with a pretentiously cocky grin that matches the bad intent in his eyes. once his gaze comes to the ring, he takes a battle styled side stance pointing to the ring just as the song hits a drum/guitar solo, the screen breaks from the highlights to flash more red letters that the fans read out in unison.
Kyle Steel: From Birmingham, Alabama, weighing in at two hundred and sixty nine pounds, Terry Roberts!
Terry then heads to the ring, feeding off the electric excitement in the air as he works the fans into a frenzy, when he arrives at ringside, he unstraps the guitar, walks over to the nearest ring post, raising the stock end of the guitar high into the air, blowing a clear mist towards it, creating an enormous fireball that floats high over the ring getting a big pop from the crowd. As Terry climbs up the ring stairs stepping through the ropes into the ring, the song fades, the strobes end, the house lights return to normal. Once at his corner he takes off his non wrestling gear before crouching down, staring coldly at his opponent. The pretentiously cocky smile replaced with an hateful scowl that matches the disdain in his eyes.
Zach Davis: All right let's get this show on the road!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Zero and Terry both come out of their corners, with Terry looking as if he wants to try a test of strength. Zero obliges and they lock up. Zero looks to be getting the better of Roberts until Terry stomps down on his foot. Zero is caught off guard and Roberts uses his strength to force Zero down onto his knees. With Zero's arms still occupied, Roberts plants his boot into Zero's chest, forcing him back onto the mat. Zero scrambling to get back up to his feet but Roberts is right on him, pulling him in for a DDT. Zero however fights back with lefts and rights to the body and Roberts is forced to let go. Zero now continuing to throw right hands, forcing Roberts back into the corner.
Zach Davis: And just look at the new guy take it right to Terry Roberts. Those punches look pretty heavy.
Roberts now backed into the corner and forced to defend himself from Zero's blows until the referee steps in and has to push him off. The referee now warning Zero about the closed fist punches as Terry tries to get his bearings. Zero moves in but Roberts grabs hold of him and throws him into the corner. Now it's Roberts turn to throw some punches as he digs into the gut and sides or Zero. The referee moves in and starts a five count, to which Roberts backs off at four. Roberts now with his arms up innocently before rushing Zero and connecting with a clothesline. Zero drops to the mat as the referee again has words for Terry. Roberts however shrugs them off as he moves in and drags Zero up to his feet by his hair. The referee starts to say something but Terry whips Zero into the ropes. Roberts with a drop toe hold and Zero is planted face first.
Eric Price: Things aren't looking good at all for Zero. Terry turned the momentum in this match and now he's taken total control.
Zero tries to push himself up off the mat but Terry is there to plant him headfirst with a DDT. Roberts now hooking the leg as he goes for the pin attempt.
Zero is able to kick out at two as Roberts rolls off of him. Terry now back up to his feet and he grabs a handful of hair before pulling Zero up. But Zero has some renewed life in him as he pushes Roberts' arms away and surprises him with a European uppercut. Roberts stumbles back a step and Zero connects with a roundhouse kick to the temple.
Zach Davis: What a kick!
Zero drops down on top of Roberts and hooks the leg for the pin.
Roberts is able to kick out at two and Zero gets back up to his feet. As Roberts is trying to find his bearings from that roundhouse, Zero heads for the corner and climbs up to the top rope. Zero now waiting patiently for Roberts to get to his feet before he launches off the top rope with a dropkick. Roberts sees it coming and sidesteps him, forcing Zero to crash to the mat.
Eric Price: Oof, what a fall.
Zach Davis: You could say that again.
Eric Price: I'm not falling for that one Zach.
Zach Davis: What one?
Eric Price: Nevermind, just pay attention to the match.
Zero is trying to recover from the failed dropkick as Roberts measures him up. Zero pushes himself up to his knees and Roberts nails him in the head with a shining wizard. Roberts with the pin attempt.
Zero gets the shoulder up at two and a half and Roberts looks bewildered. Terry now up on his feet and he looks at the referee demanding to know how that wasn't a three count. The referee shows him two fingers and Roberts waves him off. Terry now pulling Zero up to his feet and he lifts him up for the jackhammer suplex.
Zach Davis: Roberts going for that Tap, Snap or Nap submission maneuver.
Roberts hits Zero with the jackhammer and is trying to get hold of the arm but Zero is somehow still putting up a fight and refusing to be locked in the hold.
Eric Price: If Synn gets that arm and puts him in that keylock hold it's over.
Roberts finally gets hold of the arm and completes the submission as the referee moves in to check on Zero. Zero refusing to tap out right away as Synn increases the pressure.
Zach Davis: Will Zero tap?
NO! NO! ZERO REACHES THE ROPES!
Eric Price: SO CLOSE. He had to be a second from tapping out.
Synn picks Zero up, but then TEK appears at ringside.
Zach Davis: What is he doing here!? He answered Synn's challenge for Ultimate Showdown...
Tek is yelling at Roberts, who gets distracted. Zero is able to kick him in the gut, and then with his last ounce of strength...
Zach Davis: STANDING MOONSAULT SIDE SLAM! He calls that the Stryker!
Zero pins Roberts, hooking the leg.
Eric Price: There it is! This new Zero guy picks up an impressive victory!
Zach Davis: Yeah, with an assist from Tek!
Cold Blooded smiles as Roberts lay on the mat and Zero celebrates his debut victory.
We open up with all four competitors already in the ring. FPV is starting for his team, Jakobs for his.
Eric Price: After the Genesis versus Pantheon wars, I can't understand how men like FPV and Purse have aligned. It's only a matter of time until this falls apart.
Zach Davis: Thank the Polar Phantasm, I'd say. And we'll see, but I doubt it, Eric.
FPV and Jakobs tie up. FPV gets the early advantage, forcing Jakobs into the corner, and slaps him in the face. The fans.. cheer.. which is unusual for that spot. Jakobs goes for a Clothesline but FPV ducks it and hits a Hip Toss. Jakobs gets back up and Frankie hits a Snap Suplex next.
Eric Price: Oh, great. Here we go.
FPV keeps him hooked and gets back up... and hits another! Gets back up.... and hits another!
Zach Davis: Three Snap Suplexes! Wow.
FPV then tags in Purse. Purse comes in and hits Jakobs with a Spinning Heel Kick, sending him reeling and backing into the turnbuckle. Purse then climbs up and starts punching him.
Eric Price: Great. The fans can count. Good for them.
Eric Price: Idiots.
Eric Price: Can they count higher than four? I doubt it.
Eric Price: Whoa! They proved me wrong.
Eric Price: Come on, Purse. I hate this man.
Purse winds up...
Purse then gets down as Jakobs is totally dazed. He stumbles out of the corner and Purse hits a Belly to Belly Suplex!
Zach Davis: Great move!
Purse pins Jakobs.
No!, Jakobs kicks out.
Eric Price: Good. Jonathan Jakobs is a great man and won't lose to the likes of Jeff Purse.
Purse picks Jakobs up but the referee isn't looking because we hire cheap referees and Jakobs low blows him. Jakobs then tags in Shae.
Zach Davis: You know, there was a time in wrestling where women's wrestlers were looked down upon, as not as good as male wrestlers. But we've overcome that, and Emmaleigh Shae is just as good as any man in this match, I hate to say.
Eric Price: Finally! We agree.
Shae comes in and hits Purse with a Calf Kick. She follows up with a right hook, followed by a left hook, followed by a headbutt.
Zach Davis: What strong strikes from this woman.
And finally ends the combo with a backfist! Purse drops to the mat and Shae pins him.
Purse kicks out!
Eric Price: Damnit.
Shae goes to drop an elbow but Purse rolls away and tags FPV in. FPV Springboards over the rope but Shae punches him in the gut, and FPV flips as he hits the mat. He stumbles back up and Shae runs at him..
Eric Price: Bulldog! I love this girl.
Shae pins FPV.
No! FPV kicks out.
Eric Price: Damnit.
Shae picks up FPV and tosses him into a corner. She then kicks him in the face several times.
Zach Davis: Face wash.. how insulting.
Afterwards she backs up and waits for FPV to stand...
Eric Price: Yes! End of the match coming up.
She runs at him... SPEAR!
Eric Price: ABSINTHE DREAM!
Shae pins FPV!
NO! FPV kicks out!
Eric Price: DAMNIT!
Shae pulls FPV into the middle of the ring and starts to put him into the Boston Crab.
Eric Price: Here comes her Lord's Prayer!
But FPV kicks away and breaks free! He dives and tags in Purse, just as Shae tags in Jakobs. Purse and Jakobs come in and begin brawling with one another until Purse gets the upper hand and whips Jakobs to the corner. He runs at him, but Jakobs sidesteps out of the way.
Eric Price: YES!
But Purse jumps to the top and jumps off... TAKING OFF THE TRAINING WHEELS!
Eric Price: NO!
Purse tags in FPV who lines it up..
Zach Davis: HEAD SHOT!
FPV pins Jakobs, hooking the leg, as Purse makes sure Shae doesn't interfere.
Eric Price: Cryogenix wi-.. ugh.. I can't even say it.
Zach Davis: CRYOGENIX WINS!
FPV and Purse shake hands as they leave.
Eric Price: What a travesty.
Before the two Bravado members can leave the ring a man jumps over the security wall right next to the announce table and Eric Price stands up as he watches Davey Ortega slide into the ring and immediately crouch down as Emmaleigh Shea is unaware of his presence, looking around wondering why the fans are all of a sudden cheering when she turns around and gets absolutely devastated by the Setting Sun spear. The crowd goes wild and Jonathan Jakobs stands there, stunned at what just happened.
Eric Price: What the hell?!
Zach Davis: Davey Ortega...he's been gone for months!
Davey gets up looking down at Emmaleigh, before turning his attention to Jonathan Jakobs.
Eric Price: Don't you do it..
Davey looks at Jonathan curiously. He then looks down at his Bravado shirt and then back up to Jakobs who is saying he is in Bravado. That they are on the same team and then points at Eric Price. Davey looks to Eric who removes his head set and gets on the apron. Davey nods his head toward Jakobs, asking if what he is saying is true and Eric firmly nods ''Yes'' and Davey responds by slowly shaking his head ''No.'' An intense look is shown on Erics face as Davey turns his attention back on Jakobs who is approaching him with an extended hand. Though he is met not with a handshake but stiff kick below the belt, instantly causing Jakobs to crumple to the mat and prompt a very angry Eric Price to get in the ring yelling and screaming. These two argue for a good minute, not much can be heard but what we do know is that with each second they argue they get angrier. This culminates into the only two words that could clearly be heard, Eric Price telling his Bravado team mate and friend to ''Get Out.'' Eric begins to signal security but in a rare showing of obedience Davey Ortega opts to calmly get out of the ring and head out of the arena leaving a questionable future for Bravado.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following TRIPLE THREAT match is scheduled for one fall... and is for the EPPW PEOPLE'S CHAMPIONSHIP!
All of the lights will drop at once, sending the crowd into a bit of a panic. "Bleed For Me" by the Black Label Society will then kick in as the lights remain off. They'll remain off for a few moments until finally they come back on, revealing Arkham sitting on the mat in one of the corners, gently stroking the head of Freddy. He'll remain there until the match starts.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the first challenger, from the asylum... weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds... ARRRRRRKHAAAAAM!!!
Zach Davis: People's Title on the line-- Eric, your thoughts on this fellow here?
Eric Price: Zach, this guy gives me the creeps. He's big, he's crazy... but can he wrestle? As the owner of Eric Price Professional Wrestling, that's the only thing I'm curious about.
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. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent.
Kyle Steel: And the second challenger... from Sleepy Hollow, New York... weighing in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds... THE DEATH BRINGER... DENISE... D'EEEEEEEEVVVIIILLLLLLLL!!!
Eric Price: Denise D'Evil proved how much of a loser she is at Slam last week, by losing her Hardcore title to PURSE, of all people. Jeff Purse as a Hardcore champion, imagine that! Jeff Purse, the most pathetic crybaby weakling--
Zach Davis: Ahem, uh, excuse me Eric--
Eric Price: Did you just cut me off? Zach, I know you didn't just cut me off.
Zach Davis: Sorry.
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. 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 finally, from Stockton, California... weighing in at two hundred and seventy-two pounds... he is the EPPW PEOPLE'S CHAMPION... THE HOLY FLAME... STEELTOOOOOOEEEE JOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEE!!!
Eric Price: Now THERE is a fine example of a champion! There is a man who has elevated his championship belt, who has brought prestige and honor to this company. I could not be more proud to call Steeltoe Joe the EPPW People's Championship.
Zach Davis: So I take it you're rooting for Steeltoe Joe tonight.
Eric Price: Rooting for? Zach, I'm here to be an impartial commentator first of all, and second of all... I'm just stating a fact, STJ will retain tonight, plain and simple. There's no threat to his title presently in the ring.
DING DING DING
As the bell rings, D'Evil charges towards STJ, catching him with a dropkick. STJ stumbles back-- Arkham positions himself behind STJ, grabbing his arm and whipping him to the ropes. Arkham and D'Evil attempt a double clothesline, but STJ ducks it. STJ drops D'Evil with a big boot, and then begins brawling with Arkham.
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe avoiding some double team trouble there.
Eric Price: The man is a genius in the ring, of course.
STJ hits Arkham with a series of kicks to the gut, following up with a kneelift. Arkham stumbles into the corner. STJ turns his attention to D'Evil, who is just getting to her feet. STJ goes to grab her, but she lands a backhand slap to the face!
Zach Davis: Did you hear that? Wow!
STJ holds his face, looking furious. He swings a right hand, but D'Evil ducks it-- she follows up with a roundhouse kick, and then a running clothesline that sends STJ over the top rope to the outside. D'Evil turns around, into a kick to the gut by Arkham, followed by clubbing blows to her back. Arkham drops D'Evil with a DDT.
Eric Price: Not bad. He could use a makeover, though.
STJ slides back into the ring. Arkham pulls D'Evil to her feet and puts her in a side headlock-- STJ joins him, grabbing D'Evil, and they lift her up in a vertical suplex position, stalling with her in the air.
Eric Price: All that blood is rushing to her head right now, I can tell you from experience, she is not looking forward to coming down.
Zach Davis: I can imagine.
And down she goes-- Arkham and STJ immediately start brawling, trading rights and lefts. Arkham grabs ahold of one of STJ's arms and drops him with a short-arm clothesline. Arkham alternates stomping on STJ and D'Evil. He pulls STJ up and puts him in a reverse chinlock. After a few moments, D'Evil gets up and begins to kick STJ while he's in the hold.
Zach Davis: These triple threat matches are insane. One minute they're working together, the next they're destroying each other.
Eric Price: Whatever it takes to win, Zach. That's the only thing that matters.
Finally, Arkham releases the hold and drops STJ to the mat. Arkham covers STJ.
But D'Evil quickly breaks the pin, pulling Arkham off of STJ from behind and slamming him with a quick German suplex. Now D'Evil pins Arkham.
Zach Davis: No, Arkham powers out at two!
STJ gets to his feet. D'Evil gets ahold of him and Irish whips him to the ropes-- STJ reverses it, sending D'Evil to the ropes instead. STJ hits her with a big spear on the return!
Eric Price: What a spear! That's our People's Champion, right there.
STJ pulls Arkham off the mat and scoop slams him on top of D'Evil!
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe, taking control of this triple threat match!
Arkham rolls away, and STJ covers D'Evil.
Eric Price: Wow! Somehow, she kicks out.
D'Evil rolls out of the ring. STJ tries to catch her, but Arkham bell claps him from behind. STJ falls to a knee, holding his head. Arkham switches position and sets STJ up, executing a pumphandle suplex.
Eric Price: This Arkham is very impressive, I must say. What strength!
Arkham pulls STJ to his feet and puts him in a bearhug, in the center of the ring. The ref checks STJ who refuses to submit. Arkham continues to tighten the hold, until he eventually throws STJ overhead with a belly to belly suplex!
Zach Davis: He calls that move Freddy's Favorite! Freddy being his stuffed--
Eric Price: His tag team partner. Freddy is his tag team partner.
Zach Davis: Right.
D'Evil slides back into the ring, behind Arkham. Arkham stomps at STJ until D'Evil sneaks up from behind-- and hits him with a Russian Leg Sweep!
Zach Davis: Going Under the Bridge!
Eric Price: D'Evil's going for the pin-- come on, Joe!
STJ breaks up the pin!
Eric Price: YES!
Zach Davis: I thought you were "impartial".
Eric Price: I am! I'm just enjoying the action, like every other fan in the arena.
STJ pulls D'Evil to her feet and slams her head into the turnbuckle. Arkham slowly gets back to his feet. D'Evil catches STJ with a kick to the gut, and hops onto the turnbuckle, sitting atop it. She is about to leap off with an axehandle smash, but Arkham charges the corner and hits her with a shoulder to the midsection. Arkham then climbs the turnbuckles, hitting D'Evil with right hands, and setting her up for a superplex. STJ charges the corner, hitting Arkham in the back with a dropkick.
Zach Davis: This is looking more dangerous by the second.
D'Evil sits on the top turnbuckle, dazed. Arkham stands on the ropes in the corner, still holding onto D'Evil. STJ begins to climb on Arkham's back--
Eric Price: What the... what is he doing?
STJ climbs onto Arkham's shoulders and grabs D'Evil for a superplex-- but Arkham takes a few steps out of the corner with both of them on his shoulders in the electric chair position, and drops them both!
Eric Price: Oh my!
Zach Davis: Incredible show of strength by Arkham! I don't know who got the worst of that! Denise D'Evil got suplexed, Steeltoe Joe got dropped on his back from seven feet in the air-- and it looks like all that weight took a lot out of Arkham as well!
All three participants are laid out. They slowly begin to stir as they regain their senses. Denise is up first but Joe Clotheslines her out of the ring. He then turns to Arkham...
Eric Price: BAPTISM! YEAH. He hits it. It's over.
Joe pins Arkham, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe retains once more!
The bell sounds as Joe stands up and is handed the People's Title.
Eric Price: And Joe is going to the Ultimate Showdown match. This man could be our next number one contender! Steeltoe Joe versus Sarah Twilight, I'd love to see that match. Two great wrestlers worthy of the World Title.
Zach Davis: ...ugh. Joe used to be a great People's Champion but his recent attitude is horrible, he doesn't deserve to be the People's Champion or in the Ultimate Showdown match.
Eric Price: What a small minded thing to say, Zach.
Zach Davis: Coming up next … ugh …
Eric Price: What Zach, you won’t say it?
Zach Davis: Is a brainchild of yours …
Eric Price: First off, it was Mr. Lerch that came up with the idea and I tacitly approved it, the Internet Title will be on the line tonight!
“Master of Puppets” by Metallica hits the speakers of the First Mariner Arena as a wave of loud boos is heard from the audience as Seth Lerch appears on stage in his fighting gear, ready to compete throwing a few rights and lefts as he headbangs a bit on his way to the ring.
Zach Davis: And what did Seth do to earn his title shot?
Eric Price: What are you talking about?
Zach Davis: What did he do or are you just handing out the titles like gummy bears?
Eric Price: I have no idea what you’re talking about Zach, why don’t you focus on the upcoming title match instead. Seth Lerch in the ring and he is ready to compete here this evening.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Zach Davis: Yes indeed, this match will get underway shortly and here comes the newly crowned champion.
“Do you wanna touch” by Joan Jett starts playing over the speaker system as the crowd erupts in more boos as well toward Ana Valentine who makes her way to the entrance stage. As she walks down the ramp, pink pyrotechnics shoot up behind her as she struts confidently with the Internet Title around her shoulder. She then slowly steps into the ring between the middle and top rope slowly taking her time.
Eric Price: An entrance to be remembered.
Zach Davis: Oh stop it!
Eric Price: What?!
Ana makes her way into the ring as she smiles at the audience who continue to boo her as she hands the Internet Title to the referee.
Zach Davis: And this is the woman who betrayed her long time friend and partner Steve Orbit to join up with the likes of Waylon Cash and John Gobble. She claims she did it to be free under the leadership of Scott Savage but that’s nonsense, he’s nothing but a manipulator.
Eric Price: Zach, Zach, Zach, she did it because Steve Orbit wanted to control her and tell her how to be and she decided to be her own woman. You have to respect her for that.
Zach Davis: But that’s nonsense, Scott Savage is just manipulating her.
Eric Price: Ana Valentine made her choice and it’s hers to live with, we cannot judge her for it. I know you like to criticize people Zach but she knows what’s best for herself, it’s that simple!
The referee holds up the title to show it to the audience.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EPPW Internet Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Oley, Pennsylvania, standing at 5’ 11”, weighing in at 198 lbs., he is the COO of EPPW and the Executive Vice President of Talent Relations, Seth Lerch!
Crowd boos loudly
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, she is the current EPPW Internet Champion and a member of S-PAC, Ana Valentine!
Crowd boos loudly
Crowd: Slut! Slut! Slut!
Zach Davis: Obviously both competitors not exactly popular here tonight! But this is about a title, this is championship match after and … hey, what are you doing?
Eric Price gets up as the referee hands the belt off to the timekeeper to signal the start of the matchup, Eric grabs a microphone!
Eric Price: *Ahem*!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Now, before this match starts, I’d like to make a small announcement. See, there’s been a bit of a change of plans with this matchup here tonight. As always, in the interest of fairness…
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Will you people shut up for once?!
Zach Davis: That went over well.
Eric Price: Now then, tonight, this matchup has been changed … relax, it is still with the Internet Title on the line but the rules under which it will be contested have been altered. This match will now be contested with no disqualification!
Zach Davis: Wow, this could get quite violent and physical.
Eric Price: Whoa whoa whoa, hang on a second, let me finish. Yes, it will be under no disqualification rules … but only for Seth Lerch!
Eric grins widely as the crowd immediately turn their cheers to loud boos. Seth is in the ring with a huge smile on his face at this point.
Eric Price: However Ana Valentine, you decided to disrespect my title, you decided to disrespect my company. Therefore tonight, you will be competing under very strict rules. If you get disqualified here this evening or if you try to walkout on this matchup, the title will change hands and Seth will be the new Internet Champion! If anyone tries to come out from the back to help you Ana in this matchup, then the Internet Title will be awarded to Seth Lerch and also you and the person who tried to help you will be indefinitely suspended!
Crowd continues to boo loudly as Ana is in a flat out rage at Eric Price who simply grins at her.
Zach Davis: This is nothing but a flagrant abuse of power! This is ridiculous!
Eric Price: Referee, start the match!
Zach Davis: Fair leadership, my ass!
Ana Valentine quickly approaches Seth Lerch who slides out of the ring with a huge smile on his face. He then goes over to the ring announcer’s area and quickly grabs a steel chair as Eric takes his seat back at the announcers’ desk.
Eric Price: Oh here we go, this match is going to be all sorts of brutal now.
Zach Davis: But why … why so unfair?
Eric Price: Ana Valentine made a mockery of my title and my company, I will not allow that without some form of retribution.
Seth slides back into the ring with steel chair in hand as the referee realizes he cannot do anything about it, he is under no disqualification rules. Ana Valentine looks on deviously at Seth Lerch who looks ready to swing that chair but wait, Ana meets Seth with a DROP KICK, knocking Seth down!
Eric Price: WHAT?! NO! Damn it, what the hell is this?
Zach Davis: What it is is Ana Valentine fighting back against your ridiculous rules Eric, what it is is Ana standing up to EPPW and your nonsense.
Ana goes for the cover.
Eric Price: NO NO NO … YES, YES, Seth kick out right before 3! He is a resilient wrestler and a great man and he is showing this right here! Excellent work! That’s right Seth, you stay in this matchup.
Zach Davis: And Ana quickly grabs Seth pulling him by the hair.
Eric Price: Damn it ref, that’s a disqualification right there!
Zach Davis: Calm down Eric, he’s admonishing her for grabbing him by the hair but as she grabs him, she decidedly drags him to the corner and starts bashing his face right into the turnbuckle!
Ana repeatedly bashes Seth’s head into the turnbuckle as the referee counts against her.
Eric Price: Damn it ref, that’s a disqualification, what the hell? Count faster you bastard!
Zach Davis: A fair and normal count is what that was and Ana has stopped hitting Seth in the turnbuckle so sit down for God’s sake. And … oh wait a minute, Ana now looking at that steel chair that Seth dropped. She quickly grabs the steel chair and starts to aim it toward Seth and this crowd is on their feet, they can’t wait to see Seth get a full blow from that steel chair!
Eric Price quickly grabs a microphone and takes off his headset as he gets up from his chair and stands right at ringside.
Eric Price: Yeah, that’s it Ana, that’s it. Go ahead, use that steel chair, USE IT! Get yourself disqualified, lose the title, I want you to lose that title, DO IT! Then I’ll suspend you indefinitely for cheating!
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: SHUT UP!
Zach Davis: And Ana Valentine with a difficult choice to make here, she can throw away the title and get a suspension but beat the hell out of Seth Lerch with that chair or she needs to drop it and simply pin him. Ana is clearly conflicted here and … she drops the chair.
Ana drops the chair in anger and disgust but goes straight for Seth trying to spear him only for Seth to quickly move out of the way as she gets a face full of ringpost.
Zach Davis: Seth moves out of the way as Ana gets a face full of the ringpost here and he quickly rolls out of the ring as Eric hands him a steel chair, of course Eric Price helping, what a shock. Eric instructing Seth to get back into the ring quickly as Ana is still recovering from hitting that ringpost, she’s still out of it and Seth of course has no mercy here, he quickly starts beating her with that steel chair, knocking her down! This is not right!
Eric quickly heads back to the announcers’ desk and puts on his headset!
Eric Price: Oh yes, this match is now back on track as Seth hits her with that vicious chair shot! Ana has got to be out and cover!
Zach Davis: Oh my God, can you believe that? A kickout!
Eric Price: WHAT?! NO NO NO!!! Referee, what the hell are you doing? COUNT FASTER!
Zach Davis: And Seth can’t believe it, after a vicious chairshot, Ana still not giving up and he covers again!
Zach Davis: And oh my God, Ana Valentine kicks out yet again!
Eric Price: What does it take to put this bitch away?!
Zach Davis: And this matchup continues here and hey wait, who’s that coming down the entrance ramp?
Eric Price: I … it’s Emmaleigh Shae, but what business does she have in this matchup?!
Zach Davis: She’s one of your associates, you should know.
Eric Price: I don’t, she did not clear this with me so I don’t know what she’s doing out here.
Emmaleigh Shae makes her way to the ring as the crowd boos her the whole way down, she is rather expressionless on her way down. Ana is slowly getting up but as Shae enters the ring, she grabs the steel chair and BAM … Shae hits Ana with the steel chair right to the head!
Eric Price: Oh my God, Emmaleigh Shae with a brutal steel chair shot to Ana Valentine!
Zach Davis: And you claim to have no knowledge of this … really?
Eric Price: Hand of God! And looks like Ms. Shae is not done here as Ana is down, Seth looking on with a huge smile on his face. And Ms. Shae takes that chair and oh my God another chair shot to Ana right on her back, and another, and another, and yet another chair shot!
Zach Davis: This is not right! This is heinous, the referee needs to stop this match right now!
Eric Price: Why? This is wrestling, this is EPPW, this is not “My Little Pony”, you want that, go home and cry to your mommy Zach, here we wrestle … people get hurt!
Zach Davis: But what is the reason for this?
Eric Price: And Ms. Shae turning Ana around and now, oh wow, a chair shot right the chest of Ana Valentine! And now chair shots to the midsection, this is great! Come on, another one! ANOTHER ONE! Yes!
Zach Davis: This is horrible, this is nothing but a farce!
Eric quickly gets up and grabs a microphone again as he looks on frenzied and excited from ringside.
Eric Price: YES, THAT’S IT! GET HER, GET HER! BEAT HER EMMALEIGH, BEAT HER! SQUEEZE THE LIFE OUT OF HER!
Zach Davis: This has become perverse!
Eric Price: YOU TEACH THAT BITCH A LESSON!
The chair shots continue to the midsection of Ana Valentine from Emmaleigh Shae. Finally, after 10 shots, Emmaleigh laughs and drops the steel chair as Seth quickly proceeds to start punching Ana in the face!
Eric Price: Yes, that’s it, beat the hell out of her! Come on Seth, beat her!
Zach Davis: This is nothing but a heinous assault perpetrated by three sick individuals! She’s been busted open, come on now! You have to stop this referee!
Eric Price: And Seth Lerch goes for the cover and yes, here we go!
Eric Price: YES! YES! YES!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner…
Eric Price: Oh shut up, I’m doing this!
Zach Davis: And Eric Price quickly going under the announcer’s desk and grabbing a briefcase as he steps into the ring as the crowd is now throwing garbage in the ring! What the hell is the meaning of this Eric?!
Eric Price steps into the ring with a huge smile on his face as Seth is overjoyed at his victory and Emmaleigh Shae stands by with a smile on her face as well, laughing at the damage she caused as Eric Price simply looks down at Ana.
Eric Price: Hey Ana Valentine, I told you not to disrespect me! I TOLD YOU! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR DISRESPETING MY TITLE AND MY COMPANY! Let this serve as an example to all of you that if you disrespect me or my company, this is the price you will pay! And now then, I would like to declare the winner of this match and the new, EPPW Internet Champion, SETH LERCH!
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Eric Price: But Seth, you get a brand new honor, you see in this briefcase, I have for you your new Internet Championship. Ana desecrated the former belt therefore it is time to present you with a new one.
Eric opens the briefcase and reveals a brand new Internet Title belt with a globe logo that has thunderbolt logos all over it connected, bathed in Gold, a black strap overall as it read EPPW Internet Champion at the top and at the bottom, the name “Seth Lerch” is engraved!
Eric Price: Seth, my friend, this is for you!
Eric hands the new belt over to Seth!
Eric Price: YOUR NEW INTERNET CHAMPION, SETH LERCH!
Crowd boos loudly!
Zach Davis: This is an insult to the world. As Ana Valentine still lays there motionless, officials coming to her aid as Seth Lerch, Eric Price, and Emmaleigh Shae celebrate this travesty. Yes what Ana did was not respectful to the title but to go this far is sick. This nightmare of EPPW continues and now we have Seth Lerch as our Internet Champion!
Eric steps out of the ring to leave Seth celebrating in the ring as he goes back to the announcers’ desk again and puts on his headset!
Eric Price: And yes folks, that is your new internet champion, Seth Lerch! The Internet Title has come home to Bravado! What a great night indeed!
Zach Davis: And you’re real proud of yourself here aren’t you?
Eric Price: Zach, as I just said, people will not disrespect me or my company. I simply made an example out of Ana Valentine and she will serve to warn others.
Zach Davis: You basically gifted Seth Lerch the Internet Title!
Eric Price: No I did not, Seth Lerch earned the Internet Title by pinning and beating the hell out of Ana Valentine who really had no business being in the ring with an athlete of his caliber and prowess.
Zach Davis: That is a load and you know it!
Eric Price: You want to keep your job tonight, Zach?
Zach Davis: I will reserve further comment except to say that I hope Ana Valentine recovers soon, who knows when she’ll be back to active competition here. She was robbed of her title, her dignity and now … I just don’t know.
Eric Price: And now happy days are here again, Seth Lerch won proving yet again that good things do happen to good people!
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed WCF Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lazers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp.
Zach Davis: And here we go- it's the Gobblivion match!
Eric Price: Oh no- no sir, that term is restricted from use on EPPW television. The Phantasm copyrighted that this week and we don't get any royalties from that.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera...
Zach Davis: Look at Oblivion!
The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away.
Eric Price: He's an amazing piece of work, isn't he?
Zach Davis: He's a monster, Price- that much is for sure.
Eric Price: He's a monster on a mission, Zach- a mission to fry this turkey.
The Vixens continue to skip around the ring, as The Gathering slowly comes down to the ring, through the crowd. Strobe lights continue to flash.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strike the corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The lights flicker, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. The Gathering and The Vixens are kneeling down, with their torsos against the mat, with their arms extended outward, towards Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing.
Zach Davis: This crowd doesn't know what to expect next-
Eric Price: Oh, these fools? They can expect a turkey shoot, Zach. Plain and simple.
The Gathering and The Vixens slowly leave the ring, as the music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
“Chicken in Black” By Johnny Cash blasts over the PA system. John Gobble struts out from behind the curtain. His head wildly jerks around but slaps himself out of it.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring weighing in at 221 pounds. JOHN…Gobble…
He rushes down to the ring and struts up the steps. He grabs the ropes then hops over and walks to the turnbuckle. Jumping up, his head jerked around wildly, observing the crowd like a nervous bird.
Zach Davis: An unusual match-up that we've been anxiously waiting to see since it was announced earlier this week-
Eric Price: This will not be pretty, Zach.
Zach Davis: There's the bell and we're underway- Oblivion's wasting no time taking the fight to John Gab- uh, Gobble... huge right hands, and a boot to the chest- and Gobble catches a kick and gives Oblivion a tremendous lariat! Listen to this crowd-
Eric Price: -and look at this fool, clucking like a damn bird!
Sure enough, John Gobble clucks to the crowd, receiving the strangest mix of cheers and bird calls that the WCF audience has ever given forth. Oblivion stands and charges, splashing Gobble into the corner.
Zach Davis: Haymaker knocks the taste out of John Gobble's mouth... and now Oblivion is- is he biting John Gobble?! The referee is trying to separate them now- GOBBLE WITH A HUGE RIGHT HAND! John Gobble is- YES! Bulldog by John Gobble!
Oblivion hits the mat with force. Gobble clucks speculatively; Oblivion rises with a growl. John Gobble flees the ring as Oblivion chases.
Eric Price: Look at this blatant lack of sportsmanship, Zach- Oblivion is a fighter, but John Gobble isn't even people anymore. He's a disgrace.
Zach Davis: He's an actor with a mental instability, Eric-
Eric Price: Like I said- a disgrace! How many actors do you know that aren't disgraceful, Zach?
Oblivion chases John Gobble around the ring, but loses him around a corner. The crowd goes wild as Oblivion looks around, then sees something flying at him- it's John Gobble, coming off of the turnbuckle with a huge lariat. Both men take a spill on the floor; Gobble ambles over to Oblivion and begins stomping on him repeatedly with one foot while flapping his arms.
Zach Davis: ...I've heard of the 'Chicken Dance', but what do you call that?
Eric Price: Reason for termination?
Gobble charges to one side of the ring, scratching his foot and lowering his head. As Oblivion rises, Gobble charges; Oblivion simply side-steps the man-turkey and throws him into the guardrail with force. As Gobble rebounds stunned, Oblivion lifts him by the sides of the head and drops him to the floor with a variant choke-bomb.
Zach Davis: Oh my, what power by the God of Insanity!
Eric Price: Impressive as always, Zach. Oblivion is someone EPPW fans can look up to.
Oblivion rolls John Gobble into the ring, following him inside by sliding beneath the bottom rope. Oblivion gestures to the crowd as if he's going to finish Gobble by removing his head!
Zach Davis: This could be it for John Gobble- Oblivion has been waiting to end him all week!
Eric Price: Indeed he has, Zach- John Gobble is a black mark on the wrestling business. If he won't stop playing poultry, he'll have to live with the consequences-
Zach Davis: -or become soup, if Oblivion has anything to do with it! Oblivion picks Gobble up- reversal- Gobble from behind now, simply pushing Oblivion over with a backdrop-style suplex-
Eric Price: Pretty sloppy, Zach-
Zach Davis: I think it was a pretty damn fine suplex for a turkey, Price! Oblivion's up now- Gobble with the headbutt- two, three- five? Six headbutts from John Gobble, and I think he's busted himself open!
Sure enough, one half of the tag team champion S-PAC team is bleeding from the forehead a bit after 'pecking' Oblivion back down to the mat.
Eric Price: Just look at this filth-
Zach Davis: -I must say, few people can take Oblivion this way... but a turkey?
John Gobble bounces off the ropes; Oblivion rises into a clothesline attempt, which Gobble ducks... and then rebounds once more, delivering Oblivion a vicious roaring elbow to the side of the head (Gobble's 'Chicken Run' maneuver).
Zach Davis: A quick shot from John Gobble, and a cover! 1...2...he got him?!
Eric Price: I demand a recount-
Zach Davis: -I think he got him!
Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match... JOHN GOBBLE!
Zach Davis: I don't believe it- poultry beat monster! Poultry... beat monster?!
Eric Price: This company is going to hell in a handbasket, Davis.
Zach Davis: ...that's what I've been saying for weeks!
Zach Davis: Up next, well we have a great match ... but with serious ramifications. Last week, Jay Price showed up to Slam looking for a meeting with Bobby Cairo and a job. Instead he was met by Sarah Twilight, who placed him in this match up tonight with his friend and stablemate The Polar Phantasm. If that wasn't bad enough, she cited that Jay Price must be victorious is he is to leave Slam with a contract.
Eric Price: Let us not forget that if the Phantasm is any way throws this match, not only will he be stripped of the Television Championship, he will also be terminated here tonight.
Zach Davis: Yes, Sarah was very clear to point that out. Which is exactly why I believe she .. and you are up to something.
Eric Price: Such ridiculous accusations. Sarah simply did what was best for the company. The people, they want to see competition, not chicanery. Her stipulations merely ensure that we have a fair, competitive match here tonight.
Zach Davis: Yeah, I'm sure that's all it is. Anyway, let's get to Kyle Steel and get this started.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... and it is for the EPPW Television Championship ... AND, Jay Price's employment!
Crowd erupts for the match, but it is clear they aren't happy about the circumstances.
"The Number Six" by Lamb Of God hits as Jay Price strolls out from the back, his eyes hidden behind a pair of large aviator sunglasses.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first ... the challenger. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania weighing in at 245 pounds ... representing Cryogenix ... he is "Number Six" JAY PRICE!!!
He'll lower the glasses a bit as he scans the crowd before pushing them back up and heading down the ramp. He'll then slide in under the bottom rope and pop up to his feet before walking over to the corner where he climbs up to the second rope. After scanning the crowd again he'll hop down to the mat and lean against the ropes as he waits for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...
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.
Kyle Steel: From Project: Antarctica, Colorado weighing in at 249 pounds ... aldo representing Cryogenix ... he is the reigning and defending Television Champion ... "Cryogenix Prime" THE POLAR PHANTASM!!!
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 then stares down his friend, and opponent for the night.
Zach Davis: Oh you can tell these two are ready to put on one hell of a show.
Eric Price: Oh they had better be. Believe me, Sarah and myself ... we are more than ready to add another to the unemployment line.
The referee calls for the bell as Phantasm and Price step up to each other and are face to face. Neither one talks because they both know the time for talking is over with. Price catches him with a quick headbutt and Phantasm stumbles a bit but then fires back with a huge European upper cut. Price laces a chop right across his chest. Phantasm returns the favor with a hard chop of his own. Price catches him with a quick knee to the midsection and has him against the ropes, he whips the TV champ off and goes to hit with a closeline but Polar comes right at Price with a huge shoulder block. Phantasm picks up Price and goes to smash his face into the turnbuckle, but he blocks it with his foot. Now Jay instead rams Phantasm's skull into the turnbuckle.
Ten times Phantasm's face is blasted into the turnbuckle. Price now turns him around and mounts the second turnbuckle signaling a follow up with ten punches but Phantasm grabs him and nails a massive running powerbomb.
Zach Davis: Folks this match has been everything we thought it would be and more! And we've barely gotten under way! Despite the two men being friends, they know everything is at stake here. I know Polar Phantasm expects Jay Price to bring everything he has and then some.
Eric Price: Of course. We can expect nothing less. This is how it should be. Two men battling it out in the center of that ring with everything on the line. You of course may thank Bravado for such an entertaining contest.
Zach Davis: Oh gimmie a break. Sarah made this match last week just to cause chaos among Cryogenix, and to humiliate Jay Price.
Eric Price: Sarah Twilight is a very intelligent woman. Do not question her motives. She simply wishes to bring the best in entertainment to the sheep -- I mean, the fans. It is in the interest of fairness, of course.
Zach Davis: Right. Mmhmm. Sure.
Phantasm hauls Jay up by the hair and sets him against the ropes, setting him up for a slingshot spinebuster. However, Jay swings his head backwards and catches Phantasm square in the nose. Then he hooks his head and kicks off the turnbuckle and nails a running bulldog. Jay clutches the turnbuckles and readies himself looking to end this one early but Phantasm quickly rolls to the outside.
Eric Price: What kind of nonsense is this? He's running away!
Zach Davis: He's aware of his ring presence. Polar Phantasm is always making sure he is defensive in that ring. There is everything at stake here.
Jay simply pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle and nails a massive moonsault (aka the WTF Maneuver) on Phantasm which sends him crashing down into the floor on the outside. The crowd goes apeshit as Price lifts him up and runs Phantasm face first into the ring post. He then drags him over to the announce table and starts to bash his face off of it. Jay then hooks him into a Russian leg sweep. BANG! Right on the concrete floor and Phantasm is dazed and out of it. Price waits for Phantasm to get to his feet and as he does the challenger grabs him for in a front facelock for The Downfall but Phantasm instead back body drops him on to the announce table. Jay hits with a loud THUD, but the table does not collapse.
Zach Davis: And we are seeing a VERY different side of Jay Price here tonight! He came prepared, but Phantasm is dishing out the punishment as well!
Eric Price: They almost broke the table! Get back in the ring! I will fine the both of you if you destroy my equipment! I am more than serious!
Phantasm climbs up onto the table with his fallen foe and lifts him up to his feet, but Price catches Phantasm unexpectedly with a kick to the gut that doubles the champion over. He now grabs Polar into piledriver position. Jay takes a leap into a HUGE stump piledriver off of the table! Phantasm just lays there limp as Price struggles to lift him and eventually rolls him back into the ring.
Eric Price: Price is pulling out all of the stops! Instead of putting Phantasm through the table, he just crashed him OFF of it! I like it. I really do. The man wants his job, dearly.
Zach Davis: Jay came to fight! There's no question at all about that. However, Polar Phantasm is definitely going to make him earn a victory here tonight. It's not going to be easy.
Eric Price: It had better not be. You heard the instructions given by our GREAT World Champion. Should any shenanigans take place ... should Phantasm throw this match. Both men will find themselves on the unemployment line.
Price pulls up on Phantasm' ample head of hair, dragging him to his feet before kicking him in the gut and nailing a wicked DDT. Jay stands over the back of Phantasm and leans down, locking in a camel clutch, wrenching it tightly.
Zach Davis: Jay with the submission! He's got it locked in, will Phantasm tap?
Eric Price: Phantasm had better fight. Fight it! If you tap, I will be very suspicious!
Zach Davis: Are you kidding me? You seriously think Phantasm is going to throw this match?
Eric Price: I don't know, Zach. I have no idea what these ... extremists are capable of. You can't trust them. Not a one of them. They lack the honesty and integrity that my administration possess.
Zach Davis: What scares me is, you actually believe that crap.
Eric Price: Of course I do. Because it is nothing but truth.
The referee asks Phantasm if he wishes to give up. Phantasm' eyes narrow as he screams a defiant NO! The crowd is really getting into the matchup now as Phantasm slowly begins to rise to his feet with Price on his shoulders. He drops back with all of his weight, crashing Jay beneath him and causing the hold to be broken. Both men are down, and it takes a few moments as they each begin to slowly crawl to their feet. The wind being knocked out of Price, and the punishment Phantasm has endured. They muster their strength and each man slowly gets back to a vertical base. Jay is the first back on the offense as he rushes at the Phantasm, only to be caught in his waiting arms for a DEVASTATING spinebuster!!!
Zach Davis: Oh damn! Phantasm still having a LOT of fight left in him!
Eric Price: This could be where it gets ugly for Jay. I suspect the "other" Price won't find himself employment on this evening.
Phantasm methodically rises back to his feet and bounces back against the ropes, on the short return he drops his knee right across Price's face. Phantasm kneels down to one knee, grabbing Price by the back of the head and he stares at him just for a moment, giving him a nod.
Eric Price: What was that about? Did you see that?! He plans to throw the match! I see what they're up to!
Zach Davis: It's a show of respect. Oh come on. Sarah had no intentions of giving Jay a contract did she? You are going to fire the both of them no matter what happens, aren't you?
Eric grins evilly.
Eric Price: Those are your words, not mine. Remember that.
Phantasm hauls Jay back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Jay is barely able to see as he runs right into Polar Phantasm' knee on the return. The challenger is down and out of it. Phantasm now in firm control.
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm is the Television Champion and he is making it very clear he does not intend to throw this match. If Jay Price walks out with the victory, he earned it.
Eric Price: I don't trust either of them. They are up to something.
Phantasm drags Jay to the center of the ring, and drops down for the pinfall. The referee drops into position.
Somehow, Jay manages to get his shoulder up. Phantasm smiles.
Eric Price: You should have stayed down, Jay!
Zach Davis: Jay wants his job. I don't blame him one bit.
Phantasm again hauls Jay back to his feet, but Jay shoves him off. Phantasm stumbles back a few feet and moves right back towards Jay who comes out of nowhere with The Downfall! Phantasm is taken down HARD, but Jay is also down because of what he had endured. The crowd is going crazy, chanting BOTH men on for this classic of a match.
Zach Davis: Oh my Gosh! He nailed it!
Eric Price: Phantasm let that happen. I know he did!
Zach Davis: Give it a rest! Jay Price is doing everything he can here. These are the conditions you've put forth, and they are following them.
Eric Price: Actually, this was Sarah's doing.
Zach Davis: Whatever.
Jay does manage to muster enough strength to crawl for the cover, and he drapes his arm over Phantasm. The referee again drops down to make the count.
Zach Davis: Wait NO!!!
Eric Price: He kicked out! He kicked out! YES! He did the right thing. Jay Price will not have a job with EPPW!
Eric stands from his chair as he screams out with joy.
Zach Davis: That is AMAZING!!! I can't believe it!
Jay is STUNNED that it wasn't enough to put Phantasm down. Price snarls at the ref for a slow count. But it was clear the count was clean and was only two and a half. Jay runs his hands through his hair and lets out a loud sigh of frustration. He rises to one knee and then reaches down and grabs hold of Phantasm, pulling him up as both men begin to their feet. As they both become vertical however, Phantasm seems to get a new breath of air as he throws Price's arms away from him and begins to fire off hard fists at the challenger. Jay answers back with some shots of his own and the two are back to an all out brawl once again.
Eric Price: This match has delivered. Once again thanks to Bravado. You're welcome.
Zach Davis: You are so full of yourself. It's not thanks to you, it's them. These two are giving us top quality competition.
Eric Price: Mediocre competition. But yes, it seems to please the people. And that is what we're all about of course.
The two men just continue to brawl, with neither gaining a distinct advantage. The crowd is eating it up. They are all on their feet, stomping, screaming, cheering and coming alive with excitement for these two athletes. Price catches Phantasm with a well placed shot that rattles the champion. He is quick to capitalize as he rushes Phantasm for a clothesline. However, the champ ducks it and spins Price around. The challenger is hooked up and dropped with...The Ice Cap! And Jay Price is down and out! Phantasm drops down for the cover. Referee in position.
However, before the referee can bring his hand down for the third time, Phantasm is assaulted out of nowhere as NvL, Jonathan Jakobs, and Steeltoe Joe blindside him with vicious stomps and kicks.
Zach Davis: Oh come ON! This was a set up! This was a set up the whole time!
Eric Price: I have no idea what you're talking about. It seems to me as though my colleagues in Bravado have seen enough of this contest. I can't fault them for that.
Zach Davis: Bullshit! You knew this was going to happen. You set them up!
Phantasm fights his way back to his feet, but the numbers game is too much as he is assaulted from all sides by the trio. For the moment, Jay Price is unable to help him. The crowd start screaming for the rest of Crygenix to come out and even the odds. Just them. the video screen lights up to show some footage from backstage. Gravedigger is seated in an industrial style fork lift that is carrying a large pallet full of cynder blocks. He drives the machine up against one of the doors backstage. As our cameras zoom in, we see it is the Cryogenix locker room. Gravedigger laughs as we can hear banging and see signs of pushing from inside the room.
Eric Price: It would appear that the rest of those extremists are a bit confined with other situations at present time.
Zach Davis: This fols, was nothing more than an elaborate plan to get two members of the Cryogenix faction out here alone. Now the pack of dogs are attacking as we've come to expect from Eric Price and his thugs.
Eric Price: How dare you, Davis! I'd watch my mouth if I were you or you may end up just like Shannan.
NvL and STJ continue to viciously assault the Television Champion as Jakobs leaves the ring and grabs hold of a steel chair. He slides back into the ring just in time as Phantasm BLASTS Joe with a clothesline and starts trading blows with Nathan. He never sees Jakobs come up from behind before he feels the sting of cold steel to the back of his head. Phantasm falls forward after the shot and the trio is on him in a flash once again. Continuing to stomp and kick him. Finally, Jay Price makes it to his feet and he dives into the fray, swinging lefts and rights at everyone who is on Phantasm.
Zach Davis: Jay Price finally able to come to the aid of his friend, Polar Phantasm. But the odds aren't any better. This is just despicable. Utterly despicable.
Eric Price: This is simply a lesson in reality, Mr. Davis. If Jay Price wishes to be employed with my company, he must learn to expect the unexpected. It is not my fault that the rest of Bravado decided to get involved in the match.
Zach Davis: Like hell it isn't!
The crowd is booingbeyond comprehension. And as if it wasn't possible, their boos elevate as the EPPW World Champion and CEO of the company, Sarah Twilight makes her way down to the ring.
Zach Davis: This is enough! What the hell is SHE doing out here now?
Eric Price: She is handling Jay's contract. She has every reason in the world to be out here.
Zach Davis: That's crap. There is no contract. You were never going to offer him one in the first place.
Jay is still trying to fight off Jakobs and STJ as NvL is busy with the chair Jakobs had earlier, taking the liberty of nailing Phantasm with another chair shot or two to ensure he stays down. Sarah approaches the ring and hops up onto the apron, holding Jay Price's contract in her hand. She smirks, watching the carnage in the ring. After a few moments, STJ and Jakobs are able to restrain Jay as Sarah steps into the ring. Jay glares at her as he struggles to get free of the two men.
Eric Price: See, she has his contract right there. Shame he hasn't earned it.
Zach Davis: This is disgusting. All of you are disgusting.
Sarah smirks again as the crowd continues to boo the holy hell out of her and she looks down at the contract. Without warning she drops the contract and delivers a swift kick to the gut of Jay Price, and he doubles over just as STJ and Jakobs let him go. Sarah grabs hold of him, hauling him up and CRASHING him down with The Twilight Zone! The crowd erupts with even more boos. As Jay lay there on the mat, Sarah stares down at him with a sick, sadistic smile as she again takes hold of the contract, rising back to her feet as she looks down at Jay Price.
Sarah Twilight: Welcome to EPPW.
She laughs, taking a pen in hand and she signs Jay's contract, forcefully throwing it down at him upon completion of her signature. "Dark Fantasy" hits as she, Jakobs, STJ and NvL finally exit the ring, leaving Jay Price and Polar Phantasm lying in the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: What a completely sickening display. What was a great contest between two of our hottest stars was ruined just so the self serving, egotistical members of Bravado could send a message.
Eric Price: Jay Price still received his contract, did he not?
Zach Davis: At what cost? He and Phantasm gave everything they had only to be blindsided by your cronies and that bitch, Sarah Twilight.
Eric Price: You watch your mouth! Sarah had no obligation to sign Jay Price to a contract. She laid out the terms and he did not meet the requirements. She signed it anyway because she is a good person with excellent morals.
Zach Davis: ...
We open up backstage in Eric Price's office. Price isn't there, as he has a match soon.. but Seth is. He's wearing the Internet Title around his waist and has a bottle of rum in his hand. He's stumbling, clearly drunk.
Seth Lerch: I... I miss this office!
He falls down into Eric's executive chair. He spins in it before it seems to make him nauseous.
Seth Lerch: This... this used to be MY chair...
He takes a swig of the rum. He then notices a sheet of paper and looks at it.
Seth Lerch: OH!.. oh. This is the Ultimate Showdown match booking sheet! HMM!
He reads over it.
Seth Lerch: Still a spot open... who should I put in it? I should put someone in it. Someone good. Someone that will get ratings.
Seth leans back, pondering for a moment.
Seth Lerch: I know... I hate him and Bravado hate him but the fans want to see it...
Seth writes a name onto the booking sheet.
Seth Lerch: ODIN BALFORE!
The fans pop!
Zach Davis: What!? What is Seth doing!? He's drunk, but he just gave an enemy of his a spot in the Ultimate Showdown match!
Seth leans back.
Seth Lerch: Yes, yes Eric will love this decision, we'll see Odin get his ass kicked!... hey wait... didn't Odin win the first Ultimate Showdown match?
A look of fear comes across Seth's face.
Seth Lerch: Shit.. what.. what did I do!? Oh God, what if Eric's gonna get mad at me!?
Seth grabs an eraser and tries to erase it, but he wrote it in pen. And there isn't any whiteout. It's a commonly known fact that in WCF if you sign papers in pen on camera they're 100% official and can't be changed.
Seth Lerch: DAMNIT. I need to make sure someone is in this match to make sure he loses... but who!?
Seth leans back and thinks again.
Seth Lerch: Well, I'M in the match.... SHIT I JUST PUT MYSELF IN A MATCH WITH ODIN BALFORE!
Seth finally realizes exactly what he's done. He looks at the camera.
Seth Lerch: I'M OFFICIALLY VACATING THE INTERNET TITLE!
The crowd laughs at his cowardice.
Seth Lerch: Next week at Slam we'll have a match to determine the new Internet Champion! A match to decide who gets into the Ultimate Showdown match!
Seth throws the rum into a trash can.
Seth Lerch: Too much rum... too many bad decisions...
After waiting a moment, Seth pulls it back out of the trash and takes a drunk.
Seth Lerch: Eh, fuck it.
Zach Davis: And now it’s…
Eric Price: It’s MAIN EVENT TIME!
Zach Davis: Aren’t you in this matchup?
Eric Price: Yes I am but the match hasn’t started so we’re fine.
Zach Davis: Well in this match we have the World Champion and the US Champion, the EPPW CEO and CIO, Chairman, and Owner on one team and on the other team, two men who were like brothers, they were tag team champions, they were known as the Homegrown Players. Let’s take it to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a four person tag team match, scheduled for one fall.
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind. He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp.
Zach Davis: And here comes one half of the tag team champions, Waylon Cash out here tonight. One of his associates in the S-PAC got taken out earlier this evening thanks to you.
Eric Price: Ana Valentine had it coming, it’s that simple.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing at 230 lbs., standing at 6’ 5” tall, from Macon, GA, he is S-PAC member “The Hellbilly” Waylon Cash!
Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. More booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.
Zach Davis: And Waylon Cash focused tonight on his match but it may not be so easy with his tag team partner here tonight.
Eric Price: Certainly a controversial pairing here this evening for sure. This was Seth’s idea by the way, not mine. Frankly, I wouldn’t give this kind of match away on free TV but then he talked to me about ratings potential and thought it was a great decision.
The opening synth of "Flash Light" by Parlaiment hits the PA. The arena goes dark until the first "YOWWW" in the song, at which point a pink strobe light begins to flash throughout the arena. Small pink lights swirl around the crowd and the entire arena and eventually converge into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the aisle. Steve not taking his time, simply strutting down the ramp as the fans cheer him on.
Zach Davis: Not the usual timely strut from Steve Orbit here tonight.
Eric Price: Well “The Mack Daddy”…
Zach Davis: “The Mack”.
Eric Price: Whatever, he has to partner with Waylon Cash tonight so obviously he’s not going to be in a good mood about that.
Kyle Steel: And his partner, weighing in at 230 lbs., standing at 6’ 2”, from Oakland, CA, he is Cryogenix member, “The Mack” Steve Orbit!
At ringside he takes off whatever pimp attire he is wearing, no mink coat this evening, hands his gold chains and his hat to a ring hand. His in-ring attire consists of black spandex shorts with "Pimpin" on the back in pink, and pink boots. He has a body that resembles a model more than a wrestler, he is perfectly chiseled and cut, but he is not huge and muscular like some wrestlers. The crowd goes bananas when he hits the ring, as OR-BIT chants are heard all over the arena.
Zach Davis: And no flirtatious gestures here tonight as he is all business with great mistrust between these two men who were once brothers.
Eric Price: Yes and I can’t wait to see how well they work together.
Zach Davis: I can’t help but think that you did this so they’d beat each other up.
Eric Price: Zach, you know me better than that, besides, again, this was not my idea.
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 CEO and Executive Vice President of Human Resources of EPPW as well as the EPPW World Champion and "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. 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: And aren’t you going to head up there?
Eric Price: You shut up and listen to what I have to say!
The lights come back on as Eric Price gets up from the announcers’ desk again and grabs a microphone.
Eric Price: Folks, I’ve decided that while I am in this matchup, I will let Sarah do most of the leg work here tonight but don’t you worry, if you need my help, you let me know but knowing you, you’ll be able to dispatch of these two quite easily. I’ll be over here at ringside, unexpectedly I might add, to ensure this matchup goes on fairly.
Sarah looks at Eric and glares at him from the ring looking as if she is ready to nearly kill him as Waylon Cash is already in the ring and Sarah is in the ring as well. Steve Orbit is on the ring apron ready to start the matchup.
Zach Davis: Whoa, Eric Price dropping a bombshell on us here tonight as he’s decided to stay back here at ringside with me while this match starts.
Eric gets back to the announcers’ table and puts his headset on.
Eric Price: Sarah thinks she can surprise me? I can surprise her as well.
Zach Davis: A little tension between you two?
Eric Price: Not at all, I simply believe in her and know she can pull this match off by herself without my assistance but I am here if she needs me.
Zach Davis: And as the bell rings, looks like Sarah Twilight and Waylon Cash are looking to start his matchup but Waylon quickly goes to the corner but wait, what’s this?
Eric Price: Oh boy, looks like Waylon Cash wanted to tag in Steve Orbit, wanted no part of Sarah Twilight but he jumped off the corner there. And uh-oh, looks like Steve Orbit is walking away, leaving him, ditching him as Waylon Cash did all those months ago. Guess Karma is a bitch.
Zach Davis: Seems so and Steve Orbit taking a walk here up the ramp as the crowd cheers the fact that he left Waylon Cash to fend for himself, which hey, what goes around, comes around. And now Waylon Cash is not happy, he thought he was going to have a handicap match but looks like the odds are even now.
Eric Price once again leaves the announcers’ desk and stands at ringside with a microphone in hand.
Eric Price: Well folks, it seems that Steve Orbit has left this match up for the night leaving Waylon Cash by himself. And hey Cash, bottom line is, you deserve it!
Crowd gives a mixed reaction
Eric Price: So now what we have is a one on one match as Sarah Twilight faces Waylon Cash and will destroy him in this contest! Referee, ring the bell!
Zach Davis: Well, what looked to be a tag team match has now turned into a one on one match between two of the three participants of the Ultimate Showdown match in two weeks with Sarah Twilight going up against Steve Orbit and Eric Price now rejoins me here at commentary.
Eric Price: This should be a good match!
Zach Davis: Yes it should as Sarah Twilight is now set to take on Waylon Cash here, she looks focused and ready!
Eric Price: She’s the World Champion, she’s always ready to attack!
Waylon Cash tries to run at her as Sarah quickly slides under him and grabs Waylon Cash and hits a neckbreaker on him!
Zach Davis: Wow, slips out of Waylon’s grasp and a neckbreak to Waylon Cash from Twilight! And a cover!
Eric Price: Damn it no, a kickout from Waylon Cash! You know what, I’ve decided we’re going to make an example out of Waylon Cash here tonight!
Zach Davis: What do you mean?
Eric Price rushes out from the announcers’ desk and quickly grabs two steel chairs, sliding one into the ring to Sarah as Eric grabs the other and steps into the ring himself. Waylon slowly getting up but before he can, Eric Price nails him with a chair shot!
Zach Davis: Oh my God, Eric Price with a chair shot to Waylon Cash but wait, what’s this? Scott Savage, his manager quickly grabs Waylon Cash by the hands and slides him out of the ring as Sarah tried to hit Cash as well with a chair shot. Cash and Savage making their way up the entrance ramp as they stand atop it, Eric Price demanding a microphone as both men turn around at the top of the entrance ramp.
Eric Price: Hey Cash, Savage, watch this, it’ll be just like Ultimate Showdown. And the winner of this match, she is the CEO and Executive Vice President of Human Resources of EPPW and still the EPPW World Heavyweight Champion, SARAH TWILIGHT!
Sarah is quickly handed her new World Title belt, which she proudly raises showing it off to an enraged crowd. Scott Savage and Waylon Cash look on from the top of the stage enraged at what they are witnessing.
Zach Davis: Folks, could this be the case at Ultimate Showdown. A triple threat in two weeks to determine who will walk out with the richest prize in our industry as Bravado and S-PAC face off here tonight, who will walk out with the title? Will it be Bravado, Cryogenix, or S-PAC? That’s two weeks on PPV, we’ll see you next week live at Slam!
Slam fades to black.