Incoming transmission from Iceberg-Seven:
We cut to a mostly dark room; standing in the dim light of an emergency bulb is the Polar Phantasm. He has a solemn, almost sorrowful look about him...
Phantasm: So it's come to this.
The crowd in the arena pops mightily for the Phantasm. He wipes some sweat from his brow.
Phantasm: I was content to sit back and watch how this EPPW thing would play out. I knew it'd be difficult for me and my team coming into this situation... some of them had pressured me to act, and I'd told them I would wait. I told them I'd wait and see what kind of cards Bravado would end up holding before I placed my bet.
Polar takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly almost as if managing his heart rate.
Phantasm: It has become clear to me, after last week's attack on myself and Jay Price, that WCF is not a safe place to be right now. This is not the same company I joined last year... it's gotten downright mean out there, honestly. It's not the kind of place I want to raise a family, you know? I've got to look out for myself and my best interests here- after all, I've got a baby on the way.
He manages an awkward, pained smile.
Phantasm: It's never been easy being the Phantasm, I guess... Kid or no Kid, baby or no baby. But now... now I've literally reached a point where I can't take it anymore. If I'm going to sit back and watch this happen to the company I love, I might as well just quit.
With a lump in his throat, the Phantasm chokes back some emotion. After a few seconds, he speaks once more.
Phantasm: So on that note... there are two words I have to say.
Phantasm: FUCK THAT.
The crowd roars. The lump in the Phantasm's throat turns his face red; he chokes it down, but the redness does not dissipate.
Phantasm: I'm not going anywhere... but I will also sit by and watch no longer. I intended to play this game as a passive, responding to your moves- and you've gone over the top already, Price and Twilight. What, did you think you and yours could do whatever you like without any repercussions? Oh, no. Not even close. For every match you've stolen, every wrestler you've injured, every belt you've slithered out of defending... for every crime against professional wrestling you've acquired on your impressive rap sheets you've also taken just a little bit each time from the 'karma bank'. You failed to pay attention... you've tipped the scales, and with authority. Balance must be restored. While you've built your empire atop the diseased flesh of our beloved, infected Wrestling Championship Federation... you failed to notice the Sword of Damocles hanging over your heads. That sword- that sword is my team. And when it drops and slices your heads clean off, it will be my face you see as you look up at your executioner.
Waving one finger before the camera, the Phantasm speaks in a slightly condescending tone.
Phantasm: You played your cards all wrong, Bravado... you moved too soon. You drew me out of early-game tactics and right into mid-game. Do you get what I'm saying here? You showed me too much too early. You showed me that you're afraid. Like a wild animal, I smelled that touch of fear and now I've got the urge to chase you down and rip you apart.
Now pacing back and forth slightly, the Phantasm has taken on the countenance of a veteran leader. The eyes of Kid Phantasm remain, but the creases in the forehead and the voice this man speaks with are definitely not those of a 'Kid'.
Phantasm: Your worst mistake was treating me and mine as if we were common ring-folk; your shortsightedness has led to your undoing. I did not choose these men by mistake. These men do not fight alongside me for a paycheck... these men fight alongside me because what we're doing is for the greater good. We fight our battles on the side of justice. We fight our battles to bring balance... we try to walk the fine line between men of war and men of peace. We have a cause... the liberation of the WCF. What is your cause, Price? Power? Power is fleeting, and there's never enough to go around- you should know that, being from California. What is your cause, Twilight? A big golden belt. To put it in certain terms; you and your precious will soon be parted. If Steve Orbit doesn't take that thing from you at 'Showdown, rest assured I will see you lose that belt personally. You're damned right to be afraid of me... afraid of my team. Your unit is a bunch of turncoats and attention whores; my team is a finely molded platoon of freedom fighters. Your team seeks fame and fortune at the expense of the next man... my team selflessly band together to make sure the mission gets accomplished. Six men of this caliber acting as one unit... you're quite welcome to be afraid of that, Bravado. Any of our number could take your team apart. All of us added together and you've got no chance. Make no mistake, Price and Twilight- after Jeff and I dispatch the 'Angels of Death' tonight, our next targets are you. I'm coming for you two... and I'm coming very, very hard.
With that statement, the room lights up tremendously... we see that we are in the Cryogenix Headquarters 'War Room', and standing behind the Phantasm are his 'troops'. At the sight of television's hottest young action team - and WCF's greatest strike force - the audience goes wild.
Phantasm: And I'm not coming alone. I've spent a lot of time lately promoting my friends here, with good reason- this is without a doubt the finest collection of warriors WCF has ever seen. Two tribes uniting to fight oppression- it's damn near Braveheart levels of awesome. But among our number, one is not a number... specifically, the one who would be One is not. I chose my designation of Cryogenix Prime for a reason. One is a number... prime, though, is a concept. Prime, meaning indivisible... unique. Prime is an idea, and you cannot stop an idea. And you- Price, Twilight, any of your ilk- you cannot stop Cryogenix Prime. As the leader of these men, it is my sworn duty to lead them into battle... and lead them to the promised land. Our mission is to usher in the Pax Phantasma... the Phantasm's Peace. It is a mission that we will not fail. The end is growing near for you, Bravado- right now, Eric Price is Emperor Nero playing his fiddle. Tonight, we set 'EPPW' to burn.
Phantasm: Tonight, and every night until we're finished. WCF is not a safe place to be anymore, that much is true; but now, things will be different. Now the 'food chain' of Eric Price Pro Wrestling will be flipped. To the hyenas and vultures of Bravado, this is your notice: the prey have grown fangs and claws like so many lycanthropes. You have seen the faces, but now you will see our teeth. Your time has almost come, Bravado. Enjoy the top while you can- that sword could drop at any moment.
The Phantasm's stern gaze melts into a smile.
Phantasm: We now return you to your regularly scheduled once-proud wrestling promotion.
Iceberg-Seven is idle.
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and yet again Slam is on the air! We go to Zach Davis and our newest announcer, Erin Robbins.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! I'd like to welcome Erin Robbins to the show, replacing Shannan Lerch.
Erin Robbins: Good to be here; great to be employed by EPPW.
Zach Davis: Sigh. Of course that's what you'd say.
Erin Robbins: Zach, I know you and Eric had some misunderstandings in the past, but I'm a long time WCF fan and I know that he and Sarah are the best things to ever happen to this company. Hopefully you'll see that one day.
Zach Davis: ...okay, Erin. Well seriously, welcome to the show, we've got a good one tonight.
Erin Robbins: It's true. We have a double main event! Our World Champion, Sarah Twilight, is reffing both matches. Orbit and Cash each face an opponent picked by the other, and we have no idea who they're going to be!
Zach Davis: Leading to next week's big World Title match... a LOT of intrigue here. I can't wait to see who each of these guys pick, and I can't wait to see how Sarah officiates things.
Erin Robbins: She'll be fair and balanced, just like the rest of the EPPW employees and Bravado members.
Zach Davis: Two members of Cryogenix are facing the Angels of Death, Oblivion and Night Rider. The Cryogenix team happens to be Polar Phantasm and Jeff Purse, so Polar's Television Title is on the line.
Erin Robbins: Phantasm and Oblivion have a lot of bad blood between one another, dating back to the days of the Church of Dark Saints. This one is a little personal.
Zach Davis: We've got an Internet Title match for the vacated Internet Title... Jay Price, Jonathan Jakobs, Kira Sakazaki, and The Rookie fight for the belt.
Erin Robbins: Not only do they get into the historybooks by winning the Internet Championship, but they get into the Ultimate Showdown match as well! Very important match after Seth vacated the belt. Very gracious of him.
Zach Davis: Denise D'Evil goes one on one with Eric Price in an exhibition match. Price isn't the most respectful man towards women so we'll see how THAT goes.
Erin Robbins: That's just not true, Zach.
Zach Davis: ...moving on.... the People's Title is on the line as John Gobble faces Steeltoe Joe. Joe has done a great job of defending that belt week in and week out, but Gobble is a proven Champion and may be Joe's greatest threat to date.
Erin Robbins: Once again, that belt is a one way trip to the Ultimate Showdown match! Very important.
Zach Davis: We've got Ana Valentine, Tek, and FPV in a Triple Threat. Tek is the only man there not aligned with some kind of group. Valentine is, of course, a member of S-PAC, and FPV is with Cryogenix.
Erin Robbins: Funny thing, they're all former Genesis members! Things have really changed.
Zach Davis: Terry Roberts faces Vengeance in Vengeance's return match. These two used to be allies as well.
Erin Robbins: In a Television Title Contendership Match, Zero faces Matthew Robinson. These two both debuted last week and both impressed EPPW officials.
Zach Davis: We've also got Arkham versus the debuting John Barber, and a big six man tag as the Southern Mafia faces Tyler Walker, Biohazard, and Justin Turner!
Erin Robbins: Well enough talk. Let's start the show!
You Know My Name - by Chris Cornell hits the PA.
Zach Davis: Here comes our fearless leader, Eric Price. What does he want now?
Erin Robbins: Probably to fire you, Zach.
Zach Davis: Hardy har.
Gold lights start flashing as the music starts and as soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight shines on him as he makes his way to the ring with a slow and determined walk with a smirk on his face.
Zach Davis: He walks so cocky.
Erin Robbins: You would too if you owned the company.
Zach Davis: Possibly…wait a minute…that’s not Eric Price! That’s JEFF PURSE!
And sure enough, it is Jeff Purse, dressed up to look like Eric Price with a ridiculous wig on.
Erin Robbins: Oh…you know…enough is enough. He humiliated Eric last week after Eric graciously offered him immunity.
Zach Davis: It was the only way he could get Jeff to sign the ridiculous contract he made up for him.
Erin Robbins: He should have fired him.
Zach Davis: Well, Eric is smarter than that, I have to say. Especially because Jeff is the Hardcore Champion. He would have took the belt and walked.
Erin Robbins: Big deal. Get a new belt, and a better champion.
“Eric” walks down the entrance ramp and simply looks down on the audience. He climbs the stairs to cheers and laughs, wasting no time to grab a mic, but the audience is loving it too much already so he has to wait. “Eric” grows tired of waiting though, and lifts the mic to his lips.
“Eric Price”: SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF MEAT! I AM ERIC PRICE DAMNIT. ERIC PRICE. That’s E-R-I-C Price! I DEMAND RESPECT!
The audience says ‘I demand respect’ with him and are still rolling. Apparently seeing Jeff Purse dressed up like Eric Price makes them laugh…who would have thunk? Anyway, “Eric Price” continues on despite the loud crowd.
“Eric Price”: As all of you know, I coaxed Jeff Purse into having an Eric Price appreciation show, and he took it upon himself to embarrass me, LIKE HE ALWAYS DOES! So, I decided to come out here and show that hot piece of ass how to do it! But, like always, I can’t do ANYTHING by myself. SO I NEED BRAVADO TO COME OUT AND HELP ME!!!
Erin Robbins: Har har.
Zach Davis: I thought it was funny.
“Dark Fantasy” by Kanye West starts playing over the speaker system as the lights dim throughout the arena.
Can we get much higher? So high
Erin Robbins: Well it looks like Bravado has had enough of this.
Zach Davis: Jeff better get out of here.
Can we get much higher? So high
As the opening chorus of the song ends, a gold spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as Sarah Twilight, STJ, Gravedigger, Seth Lerch, and Bobby Cairo appear.
Zach Davis: BOBBY CAIRIO IS OUT HERE!!!
Erin Robbins: Wait a minute…does Sarah Twilight look a little…manly to you?
Zach Davis: No more than she usually does.
Erin Robbins: THAT’S NOT BRAVADO, THAT’S CRYOGENIX!!! Seth Lerch isn’t BLACK!
And it sure is. They walk down to the ring in a line. The first is Polar dressed as Sarah Twilight. He is wearing a pink ‘Mistress of Mischief” t-shirt and unusually tight tights (his package very obvious) a very skanky looking red wig, and the TV Title belt, reading “DOESN’T MATTER CHAMPION”. Next in line is Jay Price dressed as Bobby Cairo…sort of. He has on a dread wig and a ‘Godfather of Wrestling” t-shirt on. After him is FPV dressed as Steeltoe Joe, in a Pastor of Disaster t-shirt. In hands is a large bible. Next comes Corey Black dressed as Gravedigger, with a ‘Worlds Greatest Grandpa” t-shirt on. He is throwing up gang signs. Next is Steve Orbit, with messy hair, seemingly drunk, with a Metallica t-shirt on with jeans. In a wheelchair he is pushing what seems to be a hooker dressed like Shannan Lerch. Somehow, someway, they all join “Eric” in the ring, including wheelchair bound “Shannan.” “Eric” walks over and hugs “Seth Lerch” perhaps a little to tightly and a little to long.
Zach Davis: I don’t care if they don’t even do anything else. This has already been the best segment on Slam ever. ‘Worlds Greatest Grandpa’! HA!
Erin Robbins: Bravado is not going to like this.
Zach Davis: Hey, Jeff is just trying to flatter Eric. Imitation is the most sincere form.
“Eric has finally gotten control of the crowd and lifts the mic to his lips once again.
“Eric Price”: SHUT UP I SAID! I AM THE CIO, VP, D-BAG, A-HOLE, BITCH OF THIS COMPANY! I OWN IT! Now, let me introduce you ingrates to my super special team. Firstly we have the Human Resources and Director in Charge of having Sand in her Vagina, and the DOESN’T MATTER CHAMPION, SARAH TWILIGHT.
“Sarah” pretends to go hit “Eric” which makes “Eric “ piss himself.
Zach Davis: Haha. I was wondering why it seemed like he had something in his pants.
Erin Robbins: Checking out Jeff Purse’s crotch, were you, Zach?
Zach Davis: I…well….no…I
“Sarah Twilight has stolen the mic from “Eric” who is now cowering in the corner.
“Sarah Twilight”: Baaaaaaaah! BAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I just figured I would address you SHEEP in your own language. BAHHHHHHHH!
“She” throws the mic back to “Eric” who scrambles quickly to pick it up. He makes sure to keep his distance though.
“Eric Price”: Well, yes, that’s right. BAAAAAHHHH! Anyway, yes, next I will introduce the best pro wrestler I have ever met in my life. This guy has not only been in the business forever, but he is a GANGSTA! THAT’S RIGHT, VICE EXECUTIVE OF BEING SUPER OLD, GRAVEDIGGER!!!
But “Gravedigger” has fallen asleep during all of this.
“Eric Price”: Shhh…if we wake him from his nap he gets cranky. I hope he didn’t forget to take his dentures out. Well, then we have our resident Scientologist, THE HOLY DOUCHE BAG, STEEL TOE JOE!
“STJ” Gets up on the turnbuckle, lifted his hands in prayer…for like, a really long time. “Eric” goes to continue talking, but STJ shoots him a dirty look, which causes “Eric” to wet himself a little bit. Finally, he nods to “Eric” a sign to say its safe to continue.
“Eric Price”: Thank you for leading us in that prayer, Joe. Next is my lover….I mean my best friend…I mean my mentor…I mean the guy who gives me quickies in the alley down the street…I mean the guy who made my wife leave me…I mean the guy who gets drunk and then lets me have my way with him…I mean SETH LERCH!
“Seth Lerch” stumbles toward “Eric” and just burps into the mic. He is ‘drunk’.
“Eric Price”: Ok. And of course, the best for last...The chief of ‘STAFFS’, The Vice President of “D.U.F.F (designated ugly fat friend) FUCKING”, BOBBY CAIRO!
“Bobby Cairo" is just humping the turnbuckle though.
“Eric Price”: Bobby, keep it in your pants! Ok, I am going to turn this over now, to the person that scares me the most in the world, SARAH TWIIGHT!!!
“Eric” hands the mic off to “Sarah”.
"Sarah Twilight": You're all a bunch of idiots! Thank you for buying my t-shirts and paying for my summer home! Fools like you are why I can say that I matter! Those other people, they don't matter... none of them matter! Waylon Cash, he doesn't matter! Steve Orbit, he doesn't matter!
"Eric Price": What about Jeff Purse-
"Sarah Twilight": He doesn't matter, and neither do you!
'She' pushes "Eric Price" down and jumps up onto the turnbuckle lifting the 'DOESN'T MATTER CHAMPIONSHIP' over 'her' head.
Zach Davis: Oh my god, look at that- no, no wait.
Erin Robbins: The Phantasm is single-handedly setting drag queens back ten years here tonight, and it makes me sick... not just because I'm seeing this, but that that makes me feel for them.
"Sarah Twilight": I'll do anything to be relevant and I'll do anything to be champion, because I value a belt more than human life! Of course I'm the 'DOESN'T MATTER CHAMPION'; who matters more than a person who doesn't give a damn about anyone but herself? I'm really pretty, but it's ok because I hate myself as much as I hate anyone else!
Erin Robbins: Oh, now this is just turning into slander-
Zach Davis: But the crowd loves it so much! How can that be wrong, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Popular opinion is stupid, that's how!
"Sarah Twilight": When I win my matches, you can rest assured that it's because I've kidnapped a referee's family or drugged someone or hit my opponent with a car... because that's the champion you sheep deserve. I'm the 'DOESN'T MATTER CHAMPION' because I'm your champion. And don't you forget it! Keep buying my t-shirts, morons!
'She' unceremoniously forces the microphone at 'Eric Price' without looking at him, instead leaping up to the turnbuckle once more to celebrate how awesome 'she' is with 'her fans'
“Eric Price”: THAT’S RIGHT! SHE IS BETTER THEN ALL OF YOU!
“Sarah Twilight looks on and ‘punches’ “Eric” in the face and holds up her ‘title’ belt. “Eric” pees himself.
The microphone is passed to "Seth Lerch", who looks a bit darker than usual. He sways back and forth, his eyes fluttering-- one would assume he's been drinking.
"Seth Lerch": I just wanna say that Eric Price is a beautiful, beautiful man. A genius! Of all the times that I lost control of this company due to my extreme incompetence and stupidity, this is by far the best time! Together, we destroyed Pantheon. We destroyed Genesis! And Bravado stands! Haha*hic*hahahah! *BURRRRRRP*
"Sarah" seems to take offense to that comment.
"Sarah Twilight": You two bumbling idiots didn't take down Pantheon and Genesis. I DID! I'm the only one who matters!
There is a brief argument between "Seth" and "Sarah", until "Sarah" pulls "Shannan" out of the wheelchair and tosses her over the top rope. "Seth" looks very upset, and then he gets in "Sarah's" face.
"Seth Lerch": Look here you harlot, I'm tired of you beating up my sister!
"Sarah" leans into "Seth".
"Sarah Twilight": Shut up-- you know you hate that bitch, too.
"Seth" puts his head down.
"Seth Lerch": ... Yeah.
"Steeltoe Joe" quickly snatches up the mic from “Seth Lerch” A great big, creepy smile spreads across his entire face as he begins to preach to the crowd in a thick, obviously fake southern accent.
"Steeltoe Joe": Now AS I WAS SAYING-AH! I say it feels SO GOOD...I said it feels SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOD! To be with my brothers and sisters in arms and in CHRIST! With the lord...
Long pause, "Joe" is hamming it up for all his holy worth.
"Steeltoe Joe:" I SAY-AHD! WITH THE LAWD ON OUR SIDE! We won't EVER...I SAID EEEEEEEEEVER! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-
All of a sudden "Eric Price" snatches the mic from "Joe's" hand.
"Eric Price:" Okay Joe, we get it, you're a man of the...
The palms of "Joe's" hands suddenly go down, as we can quickly see the hidden in his palms are some sort of mechanical devices, which in a matter of seconds, shoots out 6 foot flames, which immediately sends the rest of the members away from "Joe." His smile has faded into an angry scowl.
"Steeltoe Joe:" DO YOU DAAAAAAAAAAAAA-YUH INTERRUPT THE VOICE OF THE LAWD, MR. PRICE?!
Cut back to "Eric", where in the bulgy part of his pants we can see a liquid release itself until a huge dark stain encompasses all of his pants. He crawls terrified into a corner of the ring, whimpering in fear. The flames quickly cease, and "Joe" grabs the mic back from "Eric."
"Steeltoe Joe:" That's what I thought, son.
"Seth Lerch:" Damn bro, how you don't win more matches with an attitude like that?
"Steeltoe Joe:" The lawd works in mysterious ways, my lamb. It ain't worth fightin' wit' my savior ovah.
'Gravedigger' ends up with the microphone, to which he pauses and takes in all the cheers. That is odd, considering this is the first time in a long time 'Gravedigger' has been cheered on merit alone. He begins throwing up gang signs and pointing to his "World's Greatest Grandpa" t-shirt before speaking.
'Gravedigger': Yoyoyo. I'mma do it like this. I got my homeboys Chico and Sergio in the back, along with my little grandhomeboy Buttbaby Eric Price back there, and we're gonna go out for some chimichangas later! That is, if I can find a pair of Depends that can take the oncoming onslaught. Bah, that's neither here nor there. How's it going, EPPW? I hope you like what I've been doing with the new talent. We had so many winners sign up, such as Lilith and Synn! YEAAAH CONFORMITY!
The crowd boos 'Gravedigger' as he pulls out a Corona, and pours a little bit out.
'Gravedigger': This one is for my fallen comrades, Dark Arts Wizard, Troy Malenko, my career. I had title belts back when nobody good worked here, and now that this fed has quality talent I push a pencil and make Seth coffee! I'm Gravedigger goddamnit! You can't boo me! My best ideas come from Pantheon time travel promos! Speaking of promos, this one is brought to you by... uh...
'Sarah Twilight' walks over to 'Gravedigger' and whispers his line.
'Gravedigger': OH RIGHT. This promo is brought to you by Tylenol, for anything that aches, like my entire body, because I am ancient. My neck especially though, that Corey Black delivers a mean Burning Hammer. I wish I was as awesome as him. He's got the looks, the skills, the talent, the will to win.. everything I lost 42 years ago. Everyone I went to high school with is dead.. because I went to high school in the Cretaceous Period, when dinosaurs ruled the earth. My parents were pterodactyls and I was raised in a tree. I trained in a wrestling ring made from leaves and sticks put together in a cave so the wooly mammoths wouldn't try to attack. I lit the cave with the very first discovery of fire, and fought a sabertooth tiger, Logan's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. I still lost to The Connector, or as it was known back then, 'The Rawr-Rawr-Gorg.' He presented me a tooth I knocked out with a lucky punch, but it turned into dust in 1439.
The crowd roars, 'GD' goes to pass the mic off, but before he does, he pulls it back real quick.
'Gravedigger': ONE MORE THING! Torture, I'm comin' for YOU nigga!
The crowd is unsure of how to react, a white dude just said that!
'Gravedigger': It's okay, I'm 'Mexican.'
Approval from the crowd, laughs, cheers, and 'GD' passes the mic back to “Eric Price,” who goes to hand the microphone off to 'Bobby Cairo', only to find that The Godfather is MIA.
'Eric Price': Bobby?
All of 'Bravado' begins looking around the ring but 'Bobby Cairo' isn't anywhere to be found.
'Eric Price': Bobby where are you?
Finally 'Twilight' yells out and points toward the crowd. 'Bravado' all moves over to the ropes as the cameras turn out to the crowd to reveal 'Bobby Cairo' moving through the fans.
'Eric Price': Bobby what are you doing? Come back into the ring.
'Cairo' shouts something back toward the ring before turning his attention back to a pair of elderly female fans in the fifteenth row. We can't hear what 'Cairo' is saying but he begins pointing to his crotch and the women begin giggling. 'Cairo' now thrusting his crotch toward them as the elderly woman raise their arms and begin waving them in excitement. One of the women reaches back and pinches The Godfather's ass.
'Eric Price': Come on Cairo, we're trying to do something super serious here.
'Cairo' thanks the ladies with one last crotch thrust and gets a couple of ones for his time. 'Cairo' now heading back to the the ring and he has to use a chair and a security guard to get over the barricade. Finally he slides into the ring and 'Eric' hands him a microphone. 'Cairo' looks down at the microphone, then walks over to the corner where he begins humping the top turnbuckle again. 'Eric' is looking like he's about to lose it as 'Steeltoe Joe' and 'Gravedigger' move to help 'Cairo' back down to the mat.
'Bobby Cairo': Damn it I don't need your help! I CAN DO IT ON MY OWN!
'Cairo' hops down from the second rope and immediately grabs at his back as he yells out in pain. 'Gravedigger' tries to help him but 'Cairo' waves him off.
'Bobby Cairo': I don't need your help! I'M BOBBY CAIRO!
'Cairo' begins thrusting his crotch toward the audience but has to stop and hold onto his back. The crowd responds with laughter.
'Bobby Cairo': You're laughing at me? You can't laugh at me! I'M BOBBY CAIRO! I WAS THE WORLD CHAMPION OF WORLD CHAMPIONS! I TRAINED PHILIP BAINES AND CHAD EVANS!
The rest of 'Bravado' looks around at each other trying to figure out who 'Cairo' is talking about.
'Bobby Cairo': You guys don't remember them? They were huge deals before they up and bailed. Hell, 'Digger you were the one who chased Evans off. Remember that?
'Cairo' looks to 'Gravedigger' for a response but 'Digger' is in the middle of his mid-day nap in the corner. 'Eric' moves to wake him up but 'Cairo' grabs his arm and shakes his head no.
'Bobby Cairo': No let him sleep. We all know how bitchy 'Digger gets when he doesn't get his nap time.
'Eric' nods his head in agreement and steps back as Cairo continues.
'Bobby Cairo': Now then., you people need to show us a little bit of respect. Especially Eric!
'Eric' smiles as Cairo applauds him.
'Bobby Cairo': Eric Price is a most honorable man. He is a man of integrity. He is a man of honor. He is a man of truth. He is a man...that is nothing like the government.
'Eric' facepalms himself as the rest of Bravado shakes their heads. Except for Gravedigger, who is still napping.
'Bobby Cairo': The government is lying to you people! Everyone in here is being lied to and you want to know how I know this? It's because I-
'Twilight' steps forward and grabs the microphone out of 'Cairo's hand.
'Sarah Twilight': Damn it Bobby, nobody wants to hear about your crazy government conspiracies. Now will you just- HEY!
'Twilight' is forced to cut herself off as 'Cairo' sneaks behind 'her' and pinches 'her' ass.
'Sarah Twilight': WHAT THE HELL CAIRO?
'Bobby' shoots 'Twilight' a wink and then rubs on his nipples as he gives 'her' a crotch thrust.
'Bobby Cairo': COME ON BABY! RIDE THE CAIRO WAGON!
'Twilight' drops the microphone and cocks back her right hand before slapping the shit out of 'Bobby's' face. The dread wig goes flying across the ring. A now exposed Jay Price rubs his cheek and then tackles 'Twilight' to the mat as they begin choking each other. 'Gravedigger' finally wakes up from his nap as he and the rest of 'Bravado' try to break them up.
'Eric Price': GUYS! GUYS WE'RE ON CAMERA RIGHT NOW!
Polar's Twilight wig goes flying as they finally get seperated and dragged apart. In the chaos 'Seth Lerch' grabs both wigs and tosses one to both Polar and Jay and they pull them on without looking.
'Eric Price': Damn it we are Bravado! We do not act like animals, we act like- wait, Cairo when did you dye your hair red?
Indeed the Cairo wig and Twilight wig have been mixed up. Without missing a beat "Cairo" thrust out his chest and shakes it for the crowd. “Eric Price” snatches the mic back.
“Eric Price”: OK, OK, ENOUGH! RESPECT US DAMNIT! PLEASE!? IF YOU DON’T I WILL PISS MYSELF AGAIN!
“Eric Price”: Its time to get serious for a minute. I am a fearless leader. I am the richest son of a bitch in this fucking federation. I OWN this place. There is no way, come Ultimate Showdown, I am losing. Because if you all remember my performance in War, how I eliminated the people I did. CHEATING! And that’s what I will do again to win. Then I will go on to face Sarah Twilight for the World Title.
“Sarah Twilight” gives him a menacing look. He pees.
“Eric Price”: I WILL LOSE, OF COURSE! I can’t beat you Sarah. Never. You frighten me. But anyway, here are my final thoughts. Sometimes, bad things happen. Eric Price, jokes aside, you will get your ass kicked at Ultimate Showdown. Enjoy having teeth while you still can.
With that he drops the mic to a roaring crowd as the Cryogenix theme blasts on the PA system.
As we come back from commercial, all six men are in the ring.
Erin Robbins: After what those dastardly Southern Mafia jerks did to Eric Price I hope they get their asses kicked!
The bell sounds and immediately everyone is brawling! Stan and Turner, Young and Walker, Adams and Biohazard. Stan runs at Turner and Clotheslines him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: This is chaos already!
Walker is then able to lift Young up and throws him out of the ring as well. Biohazard spits ooze into the face of Austin Adams, who spins around into Tyler Walker, who lifts him up...
Erin Robbins: Tyler's Touch! He's got him up!
Austin Adams is forced to tap out!
Zach Davis: What a match!
Tyler Walker drops Adams to the mat as the bell sounds.
Erin Robbins: Is this Walker's first win? I think it might be, great job!
Biohazard and Walker share a man-hug before Biohazard grabs a mic.
Biohazard: great win tyler walker i love that move. i love tyler's touch
With that the two men leave, looking menacing.
You sure bout this Mary? It's been hours and we haven't heard anything yet.
Yes. The letter said to be here and to wait for news concerning us and tonight's slam..
Doc, slowly paced the floor full of nervous energy, feeling trapped inside the private locker room, was extremely uncomfortable about being in the dark, with a million thoughts threatening to give him a massive migraine.
Doc, your worrying far too much, come what may we will overcome it, together, as we have always done.
Mary steps up to Doc, running her hands over his chest, her touch soothing the fears and calming Doc, before they can go any further they are startled by a loud bang on the door.
Jeezy Chreezy, wanna bang on the door a little harder? Come in.
A brief moment passes, Doc looks down at Mary, until again their comes a loud banging on the door. Perturbed at the rude interruption Doc storms to the door, yanking it open.
By god you better have a damned good....
Doc stops dead in mid sentence as he stares deep into the squinting malevolent eyes of a man whom he is no stranger with. As Mary steps up to Doc, wrapping her arms around his, in hopes her presence might prevent any rash actions against Doc by the almost impossibly imposing figure standing before them, Docs eyes rapidly blink several times as he tries to understand why Terry Roberts is standing in front of the doorway to the locker room.
Why Terry, what brings you here?
Terry grins, Mary tightening her grip on Docs arms, she did not trust the man standing in front of them, as unpredictable and bi-polar as Terry is, she did not know if he was there with good will, or bad intentions. Doc, as cool as ice, put himself as much between the two as possible purely out of instinct. Terry looks over Docs shoulder, scouting the room for something.
What are you doing here, Terry?
You bring your wrestling gear, Doc?
Docs head tilts a little to one side, using all the vast knowledge and skills he learned from years of playing poker he studies Terry, trying to discern the mans intent,
What has that got to do with
Terry cuts Doc off, seemingly getting slightly annoyed at not getting an immediate response
DID you bring your wrestling gear as the letter instructed or not?
It suddenly became clear, Doc kept his poker face, studying the face of Terry further. So it was him that sent the letter to Mary, but why? Doc decided to push a little further for information, to learn what he could of Terry's knowledge of the letter, and hopes that Terry could shed some light on it's purpose
What the fuck do you know of any letter?
Terry once again cuts Doc off, getting more annoyed. Terry steps up getting face to face with the southern rogue.
DID YOU BRING YOUR SHIT OR NOT DOC?
Knowing well of Terry's penchant for flying off the handle with a very short fuse, Doc decided not to push the matter much further for fear of Mary's safety.
Yes, yes I did Terry. But I need to ask you what you know of it and why?
Doc, as subtlety as possible, leans in against Mary, carefully pushing her back into the room to provide greater distance between her and the increasingly upset Terry. He didn't fear any immediate danger, but wanted a window of reaction time in case Terry unexpectedly snapped. Just as if he were Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide, Terry steps back, an eerie calm coming over him complete with a friendly smile.
Don't you worry bout a thing Doc, I have everything taken care of, you just be ready when the time comes.
With that, Terry cooly walks off down the corridor.
What the holy hell was THAT all about, Doc?
Doc turns to Mary, who is completely confused by what all just happened. Doc steps out from the locker room, looking down the hallway in the direction Terry went, but does not see him. Shaking his head he steps back in, closing the door behind him. He looks at Mary, then at the clock, trying to make sense of it all.
I guess, Mary, I better get ready for a match it seems.
Doc stands there for a moment. His poker face still on, as in the blink of an eye he goes over the entire event in his mind, searching for clues. looking for any little hint that could feed him more information, shaking his head when he finds none, he grabs rolling travel bag out of the corner of the room to go change into his wrestling gear, wondering what new other surprises the night might hold for him.
Can we get much higher? So high
As the chorus of the song ends, a gold spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as Eric Price steps out with a huge grin on his face, the US Title draped around his shoulder as he is wearing a black suit with a black shirt and tie along with Sarah Twilight who accompanies him, the World Title draped around her shoulder as the crowd immediately gets to their feet and starts booing loudly.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the CEO and Executive Vice President of Human Resources of EPPW as well as the EPPW World Champion Sarah Twilight and the Chairman, Owner, and CIO of EPPW and the EPPW US Champion Eric Price!
Zach Davis: And it looks like we’re starting Slam off this evening with the two leading members of Bravado, what a shock.
Erin Robbins: My first night on the job and it seems that the bosses are here to kick off the show. Seems like a common trend as of late now doesn’t it?
Zach Davis: Apparently so and tonight is no exception as both Sarah Twilight and Eric Price make their way to the ring and it looks like they have some business to conduct. The Polar Phantasm had some poignant words before the start of Slam so I can only imagine they’re here to address that.
Erin Robbins: Most likely as they would not take those words without saying something.
Zach Davis: Well get used to it, Bravado loves to run everything under the banner of “Fair Leadership” even though we all know better.
Erin Robbins: They can call it what they want, bottom line is that actions speak louder than words.
Both Sarah and Eric step into the ring, Sarah with an arrogant yet emotionless look on her face as Eric grabs a microphone and has a frown on his face as the music dies down and the boos from the crowd continue.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: Cryogenix! Oh Cryogenix, how you delude yourselves. Honestly, it sickens me to hear how you think yourselves the saviors of this company or something. Yes, I heard the words of one Mr. Cameron Bankston, whom most of you would know more commonly as “The Polar Phantasm” in the video that aired right before the show started. Very poignant words I have to admit, normally I’d say “the truth hurts” but the fact is, all he said is nothing but a pack of lies and cheap rhetoric to get you people to support his cause. And of course you people like the sheep that you are, like the needy parasites that have to leech off others to survive, you attach yourselves to his cause and try to vicariously live through the Polar Phantasm.
Eric Price: But let’s look at the situation really because you claim that somehow, I’ve changed this company and have worsened its condition from where it was. That is nonsense, may I remind who owned this company before I did … oh that’s right, it was Pantheon and what did Pantheon do with this company? They spent money needlessly on more excess than I care to recount; there was more corruption than in Halliburton! When I took over, I noticed all the leaks and then what happened immediately after my purchase of the company, the rats got off the ship. By the rats, I of course am referring to Jay Price and Corey Black who decided to quit because they knew what they had done and knew I would discover their trickery and make them atone for it. Had they had any amount of integrity, they would have stayed with the company and seen this through; honestly I offered them their jobs but they refused them citing that they would never work for me.
Eric Price: Yet somehow you’ve taken them in as part of your “team”, as part of the Sword of Damocles that hangs above Bravado to somehow save us from the tyranny we have brought upon this company! Newsflash, we have done no such thing, we have simply sought to correct many wrongs in this company. I’ve cleaned up all the excess spending and we are turning the healthiest profit ever; we are at profit levels not seen since Seth Lerch ran this company. I’ve made sure that we have a fair administration and that people feel welcome here in EPPW and I have welcomed new talent happily and given them fair shots. I do not constantly refer to my talent as “jobbers” as former owner Jonny Fly did or as p*beep* ass bitches as former CFO Jay Price did! Not to mention threatening to “jobberkill” everyone as Corey Black, the former Chief of Staff did. I did not threaten my wrestlers with pay cuts and I certainly did not threaten their merchandise deals as one former head of Digital Media, Jeff Purse did! No no, I’ve increased salaries, provided health benefits, and even helped with extra expenses for the wrestlers higher up on the card while also providing more training to our newer talents to ensure they are exposed to how this business works! So in essence, I’ve done nothing but improve this company!
Erin Robbins: As much as some may hate him, he has some valid points there.
Zach Davis: I hate Eric Price yes but … you’re right.
Eric Price: And yet all I get for it is nothing, absolutely nothing! I get ignorant morons like the Polar Phantasm claiming he is going to save the company from us, from me! But what exactly would you do, you’d come in here and take over, you’d dethrone us and then what? Take over for yourselves and become … you guessed it, the next Pantheon, a team full of perhaps the biggest douchebags in the history of this company. Hell, you’re already some of the biggest douchebags as it is … Jay Price … enough said, he could very well define the word “douchebag” all on his own. But let’s for the sake of fairness keep going, you have Corey Black, a washed up hack who still thinks he’s got it but in reality hasn’t been relevant since 2009. You then have Jeff Purse or as I refer to him, the little engine that could but then his luck ran out and he had to deal with the harsh reality that Sarah and I are far better than he ever will be. Then we move on to “The Mack” Steve Orbit, now this is a guy who I don’t understand necessarily because as smart as he seems to me, why he would team with you is beyond my understanding. Then we have FPV, a guy who’s ass I’ve kicked and bounced around this ring more than I can count as my US Title can well attest to! But then again, all these guys have one thing in common, they all have their heads up very far up the ass of this next individual I am about to describe, they all willingly buy into his bullshit and kiss his ass with the freshest chap stick they can find, I am of course talking about Mr. Cameron Bankston, also known as The Polar Phantasm.
Eric Price: Now the Polar Phantasm ….
Eric Price takes a breath before he speaks here
Zach Davis: So far, Eric Price has been letting this crowd and Cryogenix have it and …
Eric Price: The Polar Phantasm is a prime example of what is wrong with the world. Although your teammates possess these attributes as well, you simply promote this behavior in them and that behavior is entitlement. You promote this righteous self-entitlement that for some reason permeates across not only you but your supposed collection of “great warriors” and even these people in the crowd tonight who think they are owed everything without doing a damn thing for it. Let’s not point any further than Jay Price, now there’s a guy who thought he was entitled to having his job back despite quitting of his own volition and now that he was given his job back due to Sarah’s generosity, he somehow thinks he deserves this title shot he was given this week. He’s a deluded fu*beep* moron who really needs to have his brain checked because he clearly has mental issues.
Eric Price: And the Polar Phantasm does nothing but encourage this behavior. You see, he takes what would be considered average and mediocre talent and he puts it in their heads that they’re actually better than they really are, calls them a team and brands them as some kind of a threat to the authority here in EPPW. Let me tell you something, no amount of arrogance, self-delusion, and medication will fix the fact that you and your team have no talent to speak of whatsoever! How far out of touch with reality you are is just astonishing if you think you pose an actual threat to us because all you are is a team of ass kissers and you’re the guy who’s ass is being kissed. You want to know what the really sad thing is though Polar, you want to know what the real sad thing is? You accuse me as well as your teammates accuse me of surrounding myself with people only to protect myself because I’m afraid to fight and…
Crowd cheers loudly
Eric Price: SHUT UP!
Crowd: You’re a wussy! You’re a wussy! You’re a wussy!
Eric Price: Fact is you accuse me of that but let’s look at my list of accomplishments, former tag team champion, former TV Champion, TV Champ of the year 2012, former World Champion, longest reigning of the modern era in this company, current US Champion, owner of this company and to boot, I rose up in not even a year’s time! What have you done in this company Mr. Bankston? What have you done? You were People’s Champ for a few months last year, you had that pitiful one week tag team title reign with that bitch you married and knocked up, and now you’re the TV Champion and you became the champ by beating a delusional and psychotic bitch. Congratulations, you’re worthless! My resume is huge compared to yours and you accuse me of surrounding myself with protection? First off, I’m in touch with reality. Secondly, unlike you who like to spend your time hiding out in some bunker in the middle of nowhere, I live out here in reality, I’m here each and every single week in the public spotlight, I don’t hide and send others to do my work for me, if I have something to do or say then I will do it or say it myself! Unlike you, I fight my own battles, I don’t need a team to fight my battles for me! We are united as a team, as Bravado because we wield the power and are a great management team but we are also very strong independently; your team however cannot make the same claim! Another fact you won’t like and this is where the truth really hurts and that is that the only reason you hate Bravado and hate us so much is because we are what you envy and would love to be! The fact is that you are jealous and envious of our success, our greatness, our power! Power is not my cause, I already have power, I own this Goddamn company! If anything and you would hate to admit this, we don’t need you but the fact is that you need us and you need us because every good supposed “hero” needs a good villain or scapegoat on whom to blame all of their problems. Without us, you’d be nothing but a bunch of whiny, crybaby douchebags who think they’re far better than they ever will be and frankly, you’re already half way there in that thought process of yourselves but remember this and remember this well: Without us, without a scapegoat, you and your team are nothing! You hear me Polar Phantasm, YOU ARE NOTHING!
Sarah takes the mic from Eric, the crowd elevates in their boos. She talks over them, ignoring their responses.
Sarah Twilight: Polar Phantasm and his retarded little group of G.I. Joe wannabes are EXACTLY like the rest of you pathetic SHEEP! They don't like the fact that the red carpet hasn't been rolled out for them. They don't like the fact that everyone isn't bowing at their feet and thanking them as some kind of saviors. They can't STAND the fact they they are not the center of attention. They cannot understand why things haven't gone their way.
She smirks heavily as the crowd continues to boo loudly.
Sarah Twilight: Well I don't give a shit what they or any of you "like." I don't care that they are unhappy. Polar Phantasm fancies himself a leader. He believes he can just magically show up and take control as if he were something special. He believes he is entitled to something, as if his opinion counted for anything. Let me clue you in, BITCH, you are WORTHLESS and PATHETIC just like all of these sheep who cling to you!
More boos from the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: You ask yourself why it is that people like Eric and myself are on top? Why are we always a step ahead of you ignorant fools? Because while you are busy playing IMAGINARY secret agent superheroes, WE are out here every week making RESULTS HAPPEN! So you can cry and bitch and whine and complain because you somehow have the notion in your pea brain that the heroes are supposed to emerge victorious ...and at the end of the day. You still DON'T MATTER and we STILL decide what goes on around here. Guess what Polar? The "good guys" don't always win. That is a fact that you're going to have to get used to, and REAL fast! You go ahead and spend your time talking to computers and living out some childhood fantasy as these sheep lap it all up. In reality, you are nothing more than a sad, pathetic waste of a man who has done NOTHING worth a damn in his entire life. Have yourself a laugh. Haha, live it up. Make jokes, spend your time in your live action G.I. Joe game. Enjoy your reality TV miniseries. Tell everyone you are some important government black ops group and play with your toy guns and rubber bullets.
She looks at Eric and laughs, he shakes his head, smirking.
Sarah Twilight: At the end of the day ...
She holds the EPPW World Championship skyward to massive boos.
Sarah Twilight: I am the BEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER ON THE PLANET! And you? You are just some insignificant fuck who has nothing better to do with his life than play pretend games with the other overgrown CHILDREN you call friends. Face reality Polar. You cannot compete with me, you cannot compete with Eric, so you and your little band of retards are ALL returning to your roots. Just like when you get your ass kicked at the playground and run home to pout and play legos in your room, you do the same here when the competition is just too much for you. I don't give a shit that you don't like seeing your piss ant friends getting dropped on their heads. Jeff Purse, Jay Price ...this coming Sunday it will be Steve Orbit. Funny thing is, every last one of them is actually slightly more important than you, and yet somehow you believe you are "leading" them.
She chuckles at that one.
Sarah Twilight: Polar Phantasm, no one owes you a fucking thing. If you don't like the way we do things around here. If you don't like that the "good guys" aren't on top, living it up in paradise ... then GET.THE.FUCK.OUT! We don't need you here, and we never have. You are just another delusional idiot who thinks he means something. Get used to the fact that shit isn't going to go how you want it. If you don't like it, tough fucking shit!
She drops the mic as Dark Fantasy plays once again. She and Eric exit the ring to even MORE boos.
“The Fire” by Rev Theory starts playing on the speakers as John Barber walks out from the back. He stands on top of the ramp with a thumb hooked into his right pocket, looking out at the crowd around him. He starts walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans nearest to the barricade.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Miami, Florida, he is The Florida Cracker John Barber!
He jogs up the ring steps, quickly ducks between the top and middle ropes, and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He perches on the second turnbuckle and raises both arms, looking out at the crowd with a smirk on his face.
Zach Davis: So Erin, what's your first impressions of John Barber.
Erin Robbins: Well he seems to have a good head on his shoulders and if the reports from PSWF are right he's already on track for a great career here in EPPW. The telling factor will of course be how he handles himself around Eric Price.
Zach Davis: Can I just say how refreshing it is to have someone sitting beside me who doesn't soak her chair everytime she sees a man?
Erin Robbins: ...I really hope they got me a different chair.
All of the lights will drop at once, sending the crowd into a bit of a panic. "Bleed For Me" by the Black Label Society will then kick in as the lights remain off. They'll remain off for a few moments until finally they come back on, revealing Arkham sitting on the mat in one of the corners, gently stroking the head of Freddy.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pound, from The Asylum, this is Arkham!
Arkham doesn't move from his spot as he continues to stroke Freddy's head.
Erin Robbins: This is the Arkham guy that people have been warning me about? He doesn't look that bad.
Zach Davis: Try messing with his bear and then say that.
The referee checks Barber for weapons and then turns to check Arkham. Arkham pulls himself up to his feet and sets Freddy down on the apron. The referee moves in to check him but Arkham growls and the referee scampers off signaling for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Barber immediately tries to take the fight right to Arkham, throwing right hand after right hand at the big man. Arkham takes every blow but stays put, forcing Barber to hit the ropes and come back with a shoulder tackle. Arkham takes a step back but stays upright as Barber hits the ropes for a second time and connects with another shoulder tackle. Again Arkham stays upright and again Barber hits the ropes.
Zach Davis: Barber is going to have to rethink his strategy here. Arkham is a big guy and it's going to take a lot to put him on his back.
Barber looking for a third straight shoulder tackle but Arkham cuts him off with a back elbow to the jaw. Barber hits the mat but hops right back up to his face. Arkham now grabbing an arm and he whips Barber into the ropes. Back comes Barber and Arkham tries for a clothesline but Barber ducks under it. Barber now behind Arkham and he attempts to go for a german suplex. Arkham however blocks it with his leg. Arkham now with an elbow to the face followed up by a short arm clothesline.
Erin Robbins: The sheer power of Arkham is scary. Every move he hits in the ring you can feel in your own body.
Barber hits the mat and starts to get right back up but Arkham cuts him off with a forearm to the back. Arkham now pulling Barber up to his feet and he throws him into the ropes. Arkham telegraphs a back body drop as Barber hits the ropes and Barber rolls right over his back and lands on his feet. Arkham stands up straight and Barber goes to work kicking at his legs. Arkham turns and tries to grab Barber, but Barber ducks under his arms and continues the assault on Arkham's legs.
Zach Davis: And finally Barber has given up on trying to overpower the big man as he tries to chop down those tree trunk like legs.
Erin Robbins: Last time I checked kicks to the legs don't end a match.
Arkham finally drops down to one knee as Barber kicks him square in the chest. Barber now hitting the ropes before coming back and hitting Arkham with a running dropkick to the face. Arkham falls over and Barber goes for the pin attempt.
Arkham kicks out at two, shoving Barber off of him. Barber goes rolling across the ring as Arkham sits up. Barber up to his feet and he runs across the ring before leaping onto Arkham, pushing him back down onto the mat. Barber now with lefts and rights to the face of Arkham as the referee warns him about the closed fists. Arkham puts his arms up to defend himself and Barber quickly grabs hold of one before locking in an armbar.
Zach Davis: Did you see how fast he locked that in?
Barber torques on the arm as Arkham looks for a way out of the hold. The referee only has to ask him once if he wants to quit as Arkham screams out "No!" and begins to drag himself to the ropes. Finally Arkham is able to grab hold of the bottom rope as the referee starts a five count. Barber complies and releases the hold at two as Arkham pulls himself out onto the apron. Barber starts to go after him but the referee stops him. Arkham ends up on the ground outside the ring holding onto his arm as the referee stars a ten count.
Arkham is up onto his feet but still holding onto his arm.
Arkham starts to pull himself up onto the apron when Barber runs at him and hits a baseball slide into one one of his legs. Arkham drops straight down, knocking his jaw on the apron. Arkham hits the ground as the referee restarts his count.
Barber slides out of the ring and goes after Arkham, drawing the ire of the referee. Barber now doing his best to pull Arkham's dead weight upright to try and get him into the ring. From out of nowhere Arkham begins to fight back, elbowing Barber in the chest. Arkham now shoving Barber into the barricade before laying into his chest with a massive chop.
Arkham now grabbing hold of an arm and he whips Barber back first into the side of the ring.
Arkham grabs hold of Barber and lifts him up onto the apron before rolling him into the ring under the bottom rope and pulling himself up onto the apron. Arkham steps through the ropes and into the ring before dropping on top of Barber for the pin.
Arkham slams his fist into the mat as he pushes himself up to his feet. Giving the referee a dirty look, Arkham pulls Barber to his feet and then lifts him up onto his shoulders. Arkham does a few spins and then tosses Barber out before hitting him with the TKO.
Zach Davis: Scrambled Dreams!
Arkham again going for the pin attempt.
At two and three quarters Barber gets the shoulder up.
Zach Davis: How in the hell is John Barber still going?
Erin Robbins: Well not everyone is a quitter Zach. Some people actually have heart and guts.
Arkham now up on his feet and he's beyond pissed off. Yelling at the referee about ending his life, Arkham pulls Barber back up to his feet and sets him up for the jumping tombstone piledriver. Arkham starts to lift him up when Barber suddenly grabs hold of Arkham's legs and holds on for dear life. Arkham with a big forearm to the back before he lifts him up for a powerbomb. Barber now with fists to the head as Arkham struggles to stay upright with Barber sitting on his shoulders punching him. Finally Arkham goes down backward as Barber crashes on top of him. Both men down as Barber is exhausted and Arkham apparently hit the back of his head hard.
Zach Davis: Barber lands on top and here's a pin!
Erin Robbins: PSWF and EPPW prevail as the Florida Cracker gets the victory!
Zach Davis: In bizarre circumstances... I'm not even sure Arkham realized he was being pinned!
Barber stands up and gets his arm raised as we go to commercial.
Outside the Sovereign Bank Arena there is a gathering of fans. They are all wearing black with hoodies on. The camera zooms in on the crowd and they also appear to be wearing sunglasses. The crowd parts as someone who is wearing the same outfit come into the middle of them all. The figure in the middle takes off the glasses and hoodie and it’s Tek.
Tek: What this is, this is a pre memorial. Now I am sure what you fools are thinking is what I mean by pre memorial…. Well shut up everybody and I will tell you.
Tek looks looks at everybody as they circle around him.
Tek: See we are only one week away from Ultimate Showdown there all the titles are on the line. But, in a match that is not being talked about very much is my match with Terry Roberts. Now am sure Terry thought it was going to be the same thing we get in the ring and we just blast on each other. Well I want this to be personal. Terry I know you are watching this and how was that lost last week to the new guy Zero feel? I bet it sucked since I help make that lost happen. Sadly it didn’t take much to make you lose all I did was yell at you and you got beat by a standing moonsault side slam. I got to say I thought it would of taken me going into the ring to make you lose. Maybe I should just back out of the match because if me yelling at you is going to make you lose. If I hit you, you may die.
Tek: So you want me to face Terry? Well it doesn’t matter what you all think, it matters what I want to do and I want to put your blood on my hands Terry and that is what am going to do so at Ultimate Showdown be ready for your own funeral.
Tek takes off his sweater and he shows a shirt that has Terry Roberts crossed off and the scene fades to black.
Lights flicker, smoke arises, 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. 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.
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: Once again, members of the "NWA Nation" here at Slam. I just don't get it.
Erin Robbins: Everyone loves Ice Cube and Dr. Dre, right?
Announcer: Making his way to the ring...from London, England, now residing in Orlando, Florida! '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.
Zach Davis: Anndd here we go!
Robinson and Zero Stryker meet in the middle of the ring and begin brawling. Robinson gains the upper hand, sending Zero reeling, and then hits a Dropkick, sending him flying out of the ring. Zero climbs to his feet only to be met with a Suicide Dive from Robinson!
Erin Robbins: Look at the Punisher go!
The fans cheer as Punisher gets back to his feet and rolls Zero back into the ring. He then goes for a pin.
No, Stryker gets the shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Close, but no cigar for Matthew Robinson.
Robinson goes to pick Zero up but Zero grabs his head and hits a Jawbreaker. He follows up with a big Roundhouse Kick, which takes Robinson down. Zero then applies a Sleeper.
Erin Robbins: Good strategy by Zero now, slow the match down and control the pace.
The fans have begun to get behind Robinson though and are chanting "PUN-ISH-ER, PUN-ISH-ER!" Robinson works his way to his feet and elbows Zero in the stomach several times before escaping and throwing him to the ropes. Zero comes back and Robinson hits him with an Olympic Slam!
Zach Davis: Great move!
Robinson goes for the pin.
No!, Zero kicks out again.
Erin Robbins: Robinson is really bringing the fight to Zero Stryker, but Zero keeps kicking out.
Robinson stomps away at Zero several times before backing away and waiting for him to get up...
Zach Davis: Total Punishment!
No!, Zero pushes him away! Zero catches him..
Erin Robbins: He's about to hit The Stryker!
But no!, Punisher escapes that by elbowing his way out!, and then hits TOTAL PUNISHMENT!
Zach Davis: There it is!
Robinson then applies his Lock of Punishment submission hold!
Erin Robbins: Zero hasn't allowed himself to be pinned but can he withstand this!?
No, he can't! After several agonizing moments, Zero taps out.
Zach Davis: Matthew Robinson has done it!
Robinson's music hits as he stands and gets his arm raised. Zero rolls out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Whoever walks out of the ring at Ultimate Showdown as the Television Champion... Matthew Robinson will be next in line!
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system of the Sovereign Bank Arena as the Trenton, NJ crowd quickly gets on their foot with massive boos.
Erin Robbins: And it looks like the boss has some more to say here tonight.
Zach Davis: Probably more self-indulgent crap.
Eric Price appears again in a full black suit with the US Title draped over his shoulder, sunglasses on with a very serious look on his face as he makes his way to the ring tritely.
Erin Robbins: Seems to be walking with a purpose here though and in the mood he’s been in, I think he’s trying to make a point here this evening.
Zach Davis: Yeah, Eric Price’s mood swings are unpredictable but I will say this, earlier this evening he had some strong words for Cryogenix and their leader the Polar Phantasm, what he’s out here for now, God only knows.
Eric Price now in the ring demands a microphone as the music dies down.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Are you done yet?
Crowd continues to boo loudly as Eric Price simply looks at them with disdain
Eric Price: Regardless of your opinion, I have business to conduct this evening. For the past few weeks, I’ve had some brushes with the so called “Masked Man”, this vigilante who claims he is trying to rid us of the evils of this company. You want to help the company? Go away, I’ve already rid this company of the evil known as Pantheon and not to mention I’m working on ridding us of the self-absorbed douchebag entity known as Cryogenix, things are running along smoothly now! At Blast and two weeks ago at Slam, you beat me from behind and last week, you almost got the jump on me but this week …. Oh this week, I’m calling you out!
Eric starts loosening his tie and decides to throw it on the ground and takes it off and he loosens two buttons on his shirt and throws his sport coat to the ground.
Eric Price: You want some masked man, you want some? COME ON! COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!
Zach Davis: Whoa, Eric Price calling out the Masked Man here this evening and he wants a fight?
Eric Price: Come on, you think you’re so big, you’re so great, get your ass out here right now, we’re gonna have a fight!
Erin Robbins: This has got to be a trap!
Eric Price: Oh, and just in case you think I’m going to have someone come out here and help me, no, all Bravado members, stay back, I want to fight this guy one on one and show him that he is not a threat to me or my company!
Zach Davis: Whoa, the challenge has been thrown out there and I don’t think Eric Price is bluffing this evening, he looks angered and ready to fight here!
Erin Robbins: I … I’m a bit taken aback.
All of a sudden, the titantron starts showing static and the crowd starts cheering in one section as Eric Price looks up and notices the masked man making his way down to the ring through the crowd.
Zach Davis: And this masked individual making his way down to the ring through the crowd right now and it looks like he’s going to take Eric up on his offer.
Erin Robbins: Most likely and I haven’t seen Eric Price as determined to fight someone like this in a long while. I have to admit, it’s refreshing.
Eric signaling that he wants the Masked Man down in the ring right now as the Masked Man jumps through the barricade between ringside and the fans as Eric is calling him in the ring!
Eric Price: COME ON! GET IN THIS RING RIGHT NOW! You want to call me a coward, you want to say that you’re going to put me in my place, well come on! DO IT!
The Masked Man looks intrigued and slowly steps into the ring and as he gets into the ring, the crowd is in a frenzy cheering for this fight to start. As the Masked Man steps into the ring, Eric Price quickly rushes him and hits him with the US Title across the head!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Zach Davis: And Eric Price with a cheap shot to the Masked Man here with his US Title!
Erin Robbins: It may be a cheap shot but it’s not any cheaper than when the Masked Man attacked him from behind several times.
Eric Price: Do you like getting ambushed like this, huh? DO YOU LIKE GETTING ATTACKED LIKE …
Eric is interrupted as the masked man immediately hits a low blow on Eric Price despite being in pain and now Eric Price is doubled down in pain as the crowd is cheering the masked man on!
Erin Robbins: Speaking of cheap shots, a low blow to Eric Price, looks like both men are fighting dirty here and all bets are off for sure!
Zach Davis: Yes, this one is clearly not for the faint of heart, this is not a sanctioned wrestling match, this is just a fight between two men who clearly hate each other!
Eric Price doubled over in pain now as the Masked Man starts stomping away at Price who starts blocking and grabs the Masked Man by his legs in an effort to bring him down. He grabs him and decides to put him in a sharpshooter and the hold is locked in as the Masked Man grabs the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Eric Price tripping up the masked man and now putting him in a sharpshooter as he quickly grabs the ropes but they mean nothing, he can only hope to leverage them against Price who is in a flat out rage right now!
Zach Davis: And the Masked Man quickly using those ropes as you said for leverage slowly turning himself and now turning Price around and oh boy, kicking Price away using those ropes as a counterpoint to Price! Very resourceful!
Erin Robbins: And the Masked Man now looking to recuperate as Price does as well and whoa, looks like we have many officials coming down to the ring here, at least 10 or 12 officials to separate these men, some grabbing Price, some grabbing the Masked Man!
Zach Davis: Stopping this fight I suppose before it gets out of hand but Price looks enraged and seems to want more of the Masked Man here tonight as officials struggle to retain both Price and the Masked Man!
Erin Robbins: And Price manages to get loose and starts unloading rights and lefts on the Masked Man who returns them in kind by getting in his own rights and lefts as officials now struggle again to keep them separated and take the Masked Man out of the ring as Price is being restrained!
Zach Davis: Eric Price now demanding the microphone again as he is still being restrained!
Eric Price: Hey Masked Man ….
Eric Price catching his breath
Eric Price: This isn’t over, you and I will have a fight soon enough and believe me, I for one can’t wait!
Eric Price gives a sick smile toward the Masked Man as “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell plays over the speaker system of the Sovereign Bank Arena as the crowd gives a mixed reaction to this.
Zach Davis: Wow, now this is a side of Eric Price you often don’t see. This is a man who usually would rather run than participate in a fight but tonight, it looks like something came over him and he really wanted the fight. He started off the night really letting Cryogenix and this crowd have it and now he let the Masked Man have it.
Erin Robbins: Yes he did but the Masked Man also fought back and frankly, I wanted to see these two continue to go at it. But if Price is to be believed, then this fight is due to continue at some point sooner rather than later.
Zach Davis: If he keeps up with this attitude, I may even be inclined to believe him for once.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is a grudge match. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 275 pounds, he hails from Birmingham Alabama.
The house lights dim as the jumbo screen showers with static before bold red letters flash across them.
The screen then begins showing highlights of Terry's WCF career as the first chords of Motorheads "Hellraiser" booms over the crowd with a near mesmerizing visual assault of decadent red, purple, and black strobing laser lights bringing the fans to their feet, followed by a massive wall of flames that rain down on, as another wall of flame shoots up from the main stage lasting 20 seconds creating a large billowing cloud of white smoke. As the song goes into the chorus, Terry, with a red and black guitar slung over his shoulder steps forth from the misty haze. Looking out upon the frenzied crowd with a pretentiously cocky grin that matches the bad intent in his eyes. once his gaze comes to the ring, he takes a battle styled side stance pointing to the ring just as the song hits a drum/guitar solo, the screen breaks from the highlights to flash more red letters that the fans read out in unison.
Terry then heads to the ring, feeding off the electric excitement in the air as he works the fans into a frenzy, when he arrives at ringside, he unstraps the guitar, walks over to the nearest ring post, raising the stock end of the guitar high into the air, blowing a clear mist towards it, creating an enormous fireball that floats high over the ring getting a big pop from the crowd. As Terry climbs up the ring stairs stepping through the ropes into the ring, the song fades,
Instead of his routine of stepping into one of the corners, Terry steps towards Kyle Steel, with a sneaky smile on his face, he leans in close whispering something into the ring announcers ear, before taking the house mic out of his hand, then grabbing him by the shoulder escorting him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Terry is apparently relieving Mr. Steel of his duties, this is an odd turn of events.
Erin Robbins: It appears Zach, that he is going to handle the introductions for Vengeance himself.
Back in the ring, Terry half stands half sits in a corner waiting for the fans to calm down. Once at an acceptable level he takes center ring raising the mic to speak.
Terry: As you all know, I am scheduled to face Vengeance here tonight.
The noise level rises again as the fans cheer, they have been waiting for this match since rumors of Terry's return began to surface weeks before Blast. Terry steps back, letting the fans have their moment, before resuming
Terry: I have waited 5 long months for this moment. 5 long months to get payback for Vengeance's actions on February 2nd of this year. But that wait is going to have go on a little bit longer, because Vengeance doesn't get to step in the ring with me tonight.
Zach Davis: WHAT? Oh the fans aren't too happy with this,
Erin Robbins: Terry is known to play mind games from time to time. No doubt that is what he is doing with Vengeance here tonight.
The fans let there displeasure be known, Terry's cocky smirk tells them he does not care.
Terry: I know I know, it's so disappointing, Waahhh, deal with it. You see, the reason Vengeance does not get to step in the ring with me, is because there is another unresolved issue that has been far longer standing than Vengeance. This issue has been unresolved since April of 2011. So Vengeance, take a seat, you got the night off. Because Tonight, I do what I came back to do, tie up loose ends and finish unresolved issues. So Doc Henry, get your ass out here and let's finish this once and for all.
Zach Davis: WHAT? Oh my Terry cancels his match with Vengeance and replaces it with a match against Doc Henry.
Eric Robbins: They are former tag team champions but even back then there was animosity and tension between the two, we all know eventually this would have to happen. And I get a better than front row ringside seat to it.
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. The fans erupt, before Doc and Mary make it to ringside, Terry has taken a dead run from inside the ring, leaping onto a top turnbuckle closest to the entry way, and jumped off with a death defying corckscrew plancha straight onto Doc Henry. The fans pop like cannons with excitement.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! Terry gets things kicked off with a mind blowing start to this match,
Erin Robbins: 6 feet 5 inches and 270 pounds, unreal. Screw cruiser weights Zach, THAT is pure athleticism.
As the fans continue cheering wildly, Terry picks up Doc, grabbing a wrist then irish whipping him into a guardrail. Before Doc can recover, Terry grabs a handful of hair, walking Doc to the side of the ring, then slams Doc head first into the side of the ring, Doc rolls into the ring, quickly followed by Terry.
Zach Davis: Terry in complete control at the moment, Doc didn't have time to prepare for this match at all, but history with Terry will definitely aid him here tonight as he knows Terry very well. Plus Doc is a crafty veteran, he's been in the business along time and has a few tricks up that sleeve of his.
As Terry climbs in, Doc leaps towards the opposing ropes, hitting Terry with a flying knee to the chest on the rebound. the blow knocks Terry through the ropes back down to the floor. Doc quickly follows, then pays Terry back by slamming his head onto the apron before irish whipping him into the guardrails.
Erin Robbins: A bit of payback by Doc Henry there.
Pressing the advantage, Doc throws one of Terry's arms over his head, lifting him up then dropping him back down onto the guardrail. Doc then rolls into the ring to break the count, rolling back out he grabs Terry's arm, swinging him around whipping him into the steel ring steps, the collision creates a loud boom causing Terry to grimace in pain from the blow.
Zach Davis: And Doc Henry has taken control of the match, He's got to wrestle smart. he doesn't want to make this a brawl against the stronger Terry Roberts, he will need to beat Terry with experience and hit a quick finisher to put Terry away quickly.
Doc Rolls back into the ring, stepping away to let the referee begin the count.
Terry stirs, looking up he sees the ref raise his hand in a ten count, fearing a count out not realizing the referee is only at four he quickly rolls into the ring, Doc quickly keeps the pressure on, hitting a running kick to the back of Terry Roberts, then wrapping his arms around Terry's waist, Doc heaves the big man up and over with a gut wrench suplex. Doc then heads to a corner, running out hitting a high knee drop straight onto Terry's chest.
Erin Robbins; High knee drop, shades of the legendary Bruiser Brody with the very move Brody often used as a finisher.
Doc grabs a leg wrapping Terry up for a pin.
1 . . .2 . .
Zach Davis: A kick out by Terry. There is still plenty of fight left in him.
Doc remains calm, quickly grabbing Terry by the head, lifting him up to wrap an arm around the neck for a reverse chinlock.
Zach: Doc slowing the pace of the match, attempting to wear down the bigger man. If Terry gets a head of steam going he is nearly unstoppable.
Eric Robbins: Keeping control of the matches increases ones chance of winning it, the problem with an opponent like Terry, keep him on the mat, you take away is incredible power attack, but then you have to take into account the Jiu-Jitsu training. Terry is just as deadly mat wrestling as he is brawling. Doc has to keep several moves ahead if he plans on keeping control
Zach Davis: Doc himself is no slouch, he is well aware of Terry's MMA training, and as stated before, has years of experience over Terry, Doc hasn't won a plethora of titles by accident, Doc Henry is a cool hand and knows how to win against any opponent.
Back in the ring, Terry rolls over onto a knee, Doc continues applying the pressure, but is unable to keep his opponent from getting to a vertical base, but quickly brings the big man back down, spinning Terry around and hitting a big ddt, the fans cheer as Doc goes for another pin attempt,
1 . . . 2 . . .
Terry kicks out again, Doc maintains control with with a rear chinlock, planting his knee into the back of Terry for added pressure.
Zach Davis: Doc keeping on the pressure, wearing down Terry, two big near finishes, you can see the punishment taking it's toll on Terry, if Doc can keep up this kind of pressure I see his hand being raised very shortly.
Terry goes a bit unorthodox, attempting to slide away from Docs Knee, Doc leans in, trying to keep the pressure applied to the surgically repaired back, but in doing so he falls into Terry's trap, by leaning in closer, Terry is able to lean down, showing some great flexability, he nails Doc with a kick, Doc loosens the hold reeling from the kick, Terry is able to roll over, Doc quickly reacts, but not fact enough, reaching out to bring Terry back into a headlock, Terry slides in underneath Doc arm, wrapping his large arms around Docs waist he plants his feet, twisting Doc around as he picks him up onto his shoulder, Terry runs to the turnbuckle smashing Doc stomach first into the padded turnbuckle, Stepping away from the corner Terry reaches out grabbing Doc by the arms, lifting him up high before dropping hard back first onto the mat.
Zach Davis: oh, Terry just nailed Doc with a crucific powerbomb, a move made popular by Scott Hall.
Erin Robbins: This could be it, Terry wraps a leg going for the pin.
ONE . . . TWO. . . THRE!!!
Doc kicks out just before the refs hand hits the mat. The fans cheer wildly as Terry looks around. Docs toughness no surprise to him, Terry just shakes his head, grabbing a handful of Docs Hair,Terry lifts him up, hitting a few hard punches to soften up the southern rogue a little more Terry lifts Doc up, putting him on the top turnbuckle, Pulling downs head down to pepper him with a couple more hard punches, Terry then climbs up to the second turnbuckle, planting one foot on the top rope placing Docs arm around the back of his neck
Zach Davis: Looks like Terry is going for a top rope superplexe, if he hits that this could be the end of the road for Doc Henry.
Eric Robbins: Terry calls it the masterplex, and your right, that could be lights out for Doc Henry.
Fighting with survival instincts, Doc lands several hard rights to Terry's ribs, causing him to release his grip, Doc then leans back, grabbing a handful of Terry's hair pulling his head to the side, nailing a few hard headbutts before finally he is able to push Terry off the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: Doc could regain the advantage, what a back and forth match
Doc steadies himself, clasping his hands together targeting the slightly stunned Terry for a double axehandle, as he leaps off, Terry plants a thumb against his throat, Docs eyes go wide, but he is doomed, he can't go back, and he can't stop, just before he can connect with the double axehandle. Terry lets fly with a geyser of yellow mist right into Docs face.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! Yellow mist? I have never seen that before, Terry is just chock full of surprises and he nails Doc with yellow mist
Erin Robbins: Yellow mist is said to have paralyzing effects, but that won't help as the use of asian mist is an automatic disqualification.
And suredly enough, the moment the mist spews forth from Terry's lips, the referee motions for the bell, immediately disqualifying Terry.
Zach Davis: And there it is folks, Doc Henry wins via disqualification. Not sure WHY Terry uses mist knowing he would get disqualified,
Erin Robbins: WHOA, watch out Zach, Terry is coming our way.
The two announcers quickly get up out of their chairs, stepping away from the table as Terry slides out of the ring towards the announcers table and begins tearing it apart, he grabs the video monitors throwing them to the side before he pauses momentarily, staring almost blankly at the now bare announce table, then slowly turns his attention to the new color commentator, Erin Robbins. She doesn't budge, but looks very uncomfortable, bordering terror. Terry takes a step towards her, causing her to flinch, then growls like an animal towards her, smiling at her reaction, apparently pleased, he turns away from her then quickly climbs onto the ring apron, making his way to the top turnbuckle, he points out to the fans, with a mixture of cheers and boos growing ever louder, he then points to Doc Henry, flying off the turnbuckle, almost with the grace and majesty of the late great Randy Savage he hits a devastating elbow to Doc Henry's chest.
Zach Davis: I don't like this, this is NOT good, get away from the table Erin, NOW!!
Zach takes off the headphones, walking to the opposite side of the ring creating as much distance between him and the announce table as he possibly can. Erin stands there for a moment, then heeds Zach's advice stepping far away from the table herself. As the fans are going crazy with cheers and boos, Terry muscles Doc up to his feet, the effects of the paralyzing yellow mist seemingly working every well, Terry bends down, picking Doc up over his shoulder. Terry then walks to the side, lifting Doc up and over the ropes, placing him on the ring apron propped up against the ring ropes. Doc eyes seemed glazed over, he looks barely conscious. Terry points out to the fans, who are going nuts, he smiles sadistically at Doc, slapping him across the face several times. Terry then runs towards the opposite ropes, rebounding he plants his feet, using the momentum to dive over Docs head, reaching out wrapping an arm around Docs Neck as he twists over, pulling Doc off the ring apron, seconds later the two wrestlers crash through the ring announcers table, the crash is so loud it echos throughout the whole arena, the crowd goes insane with dual chants being shared on opposing sides.
Fans: HOLY SHIT!.....W.C.F......HOLY SHIT!........W.C.F.......HOLY SHIT!.......W.C.F.
The move completely takes Doc Henry out, as he lays on the remnants of the table unconscious. Terry is none the worse for wear, the move has battered him as well, it takes him close to a minute before he stirs, rolling around to either side several times trying to recover, hearing the intensity of the fans reaction fuels his adrenaline, aiding him in ignoring the pain. On the other side of the ring, Zach Davis is frantically waving to the back stage area calling for immediate help and the paramedics, as Erin Robins looks on wide eyed in utter shock she listens to the fans fanatic reaction to what she can only term in her mind as a total car crash. Terry gets to his knees looking around, listening to the fans roaring approval, a sick sinister smile on his face with a matching glossed over look in his eyes. he reaches over, pulling Docs head up by the hair waving a camera man to come for a closer look, he looks at Docs almost lifeless looking face, then looks up into the camera snarling like a rabid dog
Terry: TEK! TEK! look closely Tek, take a good long hard look Tek, this IS YOUR FATE TEK! THIS IS WHAT DESTINY AWAITS YOU IN THE FUTURE AT ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN, THIS IS THE FACE OF YOUR FUTURE TEK...THIS IS YOU!!!!
Terry grabs the lens of the camera. sticking in Docs face before shoving the camera man back. The fans are still cheering madly when trainers accompanied with paramedic finally arrive. Terry, still feeling the effects of the suicide Dream catcher off the apron onto the announce table, crawls to the ring, slowly sliding in he crawls on all fours to one of the corners, where he grabs his steel reinforced guitar. Upon spotting this, Zach Davis runs over, alerting the crew attending Doc Henry, a group of referees run to the ring, creating a barrier between the ring and Doc in hopes of protecting the helpless wrestler. Terry just grins, he stands up on his feet, holding "Sherri" up high, with a lustful gleam in his eyes he stares almost longingly at it before slowly pointing it at Doc Henry. the fans cheers now turn to boo's as they see what is coming. The referees at ringside try to reason with Terry as he slowly walks towards Doc Henry, before he steps through the ropes, a bell tolls twice, when the the first bell starts the lights go out in the arena PAIN, SUFFERING, VIOLENCE appears on the titantron in blood red dripping letters, when the second bell rings pyros go off on the stage then fog fills the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena, the fans go nuts when Vengeance steps out onto the ramp, his eyes set dead on Terry Roberts, with the cheers getting louder Vengeance walks down the rampway, never taking his eyes off of the Hellraiser, grabbing a steel chair from a fan at ringside before entering the squared circle, he steps up to Terry, face to face starting a stare down that has the crowd buzzing and cheering with excitement. The fans are nuts, screaming and hooting, they can't wait to see Vengeance tear into Terry, and vice versa, it's not every day you get two matches for one. Zach Davis grabs one of the headsets, the connection has been damaged, but he can still be heard by the viewing audience.
Zach Davis: MY GOD FANS, TERRY JUST DECIMATED DOC HENRY, AND NOW WE GET TERRY ROBERTS VS VENGEANCE AFTER ALL, AS VENGEANCE HAS COME TO RINGSIDE TO SAVE DOC HENRY...IT'S PANDOMONIUM HERE LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. TERRY HAS TRULY LIVED UP TO HIS MONIKER AS THE HELLRAISER OF EPPW, THE TWO MONSTERS ARE NOW IN THE RING, STARING EACH OTHER DOWN. ALL HELL IS ABOUT TO BREAK LOOSE.
Vengeance says something to Terry, which causes him to sneer back at Vengeance, but the cheers are so deafening Vengeance cannot be heard.
Zach Davis: Christ what I wouldn't give to be able to read lips right now folks, it looks like Terry and Vengeance are talking to each other but what is being said can't be heard, the tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife, these two monsters appear ready to rip each other apart at any second.
Terry steps back, leaning against the ropes, he raises an arm, holding the guitar to the outside of the ring, he drops it to the ground, then steps back up to Vengeance, his lips move but again what is said cannot be heard, the crowd is going nuts waiting in anticipation for the big explosion between the two big men. Vengeance nods, mimicking Terry, he drops his steel chair outside of the ring, then steps back face to face with Terry, who shoves Vengeance, the shove is strong enough it forces the 325 pound man to take a step back, Vengeance growls, stepping him he shoves Terry right back, with a small display of strength of his own causing Terry to step back. Terry shakes his head, his lips curl as if growling like an animal, the crowd erupts with excitement as the two men step into each other, rearing back their fists come flying fast and furious, it's the showdown the fans have been dying to see for weeks between these two, the cheers turn into utter confusion when just short of contact, the two men pull there punches, smile, then shake hands, followed by a brotherly hug.
Zach Davis: What the hell? for a moment fans, it looked like we were about to get the highly anticipated showdown of Synn vs Vengeance, but now it looks like.....there friends?
The crowd begins to boo, trash and debris fill the ring as first Vengeance, then Terry step through the ropes, they make their way up the rampway ignoring the boos of the fans, before they disappear behind the curtains and out of sight.
Zach Davis: That is one of the oddest things I have ever seen folks, at first it appeared we were about to get the highly awaited match between these two monsters, and then they leave the ring together, I don't know what to make of it folks, but adding the vicious attack Terry just committed against Doc Henry, what happens next is not certain, but things just got crazy that is for sure.
The cameras turn to paramedics loading Doc, who is strapped onto a backboard wearing a protective neckbrace, onto a gurney as they begin to wheel him to the awaiting ambulance.
Kyle Steel:The following match is a triple threat match! Coming to the ring first...
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: Weighing in at 225 lbs. Hailing 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.
“Ghosts N Stuff” by Deadmau5 begins to play, and FPV comes out onto the entrance ramp with a smile on his face, and a Cryogenix T-shirt on his back.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 205 lbs. Hailing from Atlanta Georgia... This is FPV!
Frank slaps hands with some fans, as he walks down the ramp. Tek stretches on the ropes, as Franky rolls under the bottom ring, and stands to his feet. FPV throws his hands in the air, bringing a roar from the crowd. Slowly, the music dies down, and is replaced by “Night on Bald Mountain”
Zach Davis: Wait a minute. That's not Ana's music? That's Scott Savage's music!
Scott Savage steps out onto the entrance ramp with a microphone already in his hand. He has to wait for the booing to subside, but he raises the mic to his lips.
Scott Savage: I have reviewed my client's many injuries, and consulted with a physician. On his advice, I have decided to pull my client, Ana Valentine, from this competition.
The crowd erupts in hatred, drowning out Scott once again. The tall, dark manager rolls his eyes, and waits for them to stop.
Scott Savage: My client was maligned in a very serious way last week. Eric Price abused his power so blatantly, that Savage Enterprises is considering legal action, if only to pay for the medical bills of my poor, abused client. It was a disgusting act, by a frightened, desperate man, struggling to maintain control of his glutinous empire. It is not the first time, and it will not be the last, but I will being combating it by pulling my client from this match, both for her own good, and in protest of the Eric Price regime. So enjoy your match gentlemen. Now you actually have a chance of winning.
The crowd boos loudly, as Scott disappears behind the curtain.
Erin Robbins: How dare he speak about Eric Price that way! He should be banned from EPPW!
Zach Davis: Well, regardless, Ana Valentine will not be participating in this match-up. Scott citing Valentine's injuries. This is not going to make management very happy.
The men in the ring look at each other in confusion for a moment, before the ref rings the bell, and signals for the match to begin. FPV and Tek circle each other, then lock up. They shove back and forth, but Franky quickly loses the test of strength, and finds himself backed against the turnbuckle. The ref tell Tek to back off, which he does, but not before delivering a stiff elbow to the side of Franky's head. FPV immediately runs out of the corner, and starts hitting Tek with right hands to the head. He whips Tek into the ropes, and on the rebound, hits him with a hurricarana, the momentum of which sends Tek out of the ring, to the floor below.
Zach Davis: These two men not letting the change in plans derail them, they come right out of the gate with fire in their eyes.
Erin Robbins: Both of these men have proven to be fierce competitors over their time here in EPPW. Willing to adapt, and even reinvent themselves a few times if need be. I don't think they're going to let a little thing like a match change alter the way they do business.
Franky runs across the ring, and dives between the top and middle rope, but Tek moves out of the way, sending Franky crashing into the guardrail.
Zach Davis: Oh man! Franky going high risk early, and it does not pay off.
Erin Robbins: He saw a chance to take the lead, and went for it, you gotta respect that, but respect won't beat a wrestler like Tek.
Tek lifts Franky up, and tosses him into the steel steps at ringside. He then rolls him under the bottom rope, and stands to taunt the booing crowd.
Erin Robbins: BIG mistake here by Tek. Yup! Franky with a schoolboy roll up!
Tek kicks out! Both men jump up, and lock up immediately. This time, instead of getting pushed around, Franky pulls Tek forward, and lifts a knee into his gut. He follows up with a snap suplex. He floats over and goes for the pin.
...2-No. Tek kicks out. Tek keeps Franky on the ground by flippign around, and quickly locking him in a front facelock. Tek begins raising his knees, slamming them into the top of his opponent's head. Franky quickly scrambles backwards out of the hold, and grabs the ropes. He nurses his hurting skull, and Tek stands up with a cocky smirk.
Zach Davis: Tek looking a little more vicious as of late. He seems to have totally shifted his attitude.
Erin Robbins: And it is working here. Franky may be slightly concussed after that flurry of knees.
Frank stands to his feet, and Tek immediately sprints toward him. He leaps into the air, leading with both knees. Franky drops to the ground, and Tek collides with the turnbuckle, before crashing to the ground. FPV is on him right away, twisting Tek into a single leg Boston crab.
Erin Robbins: That's the same leg Tek injured last week! Very intelligent move by Franky to capitalize like that.
FPV wrenches back on the hold, as Tek screams out, and the crowd chants for him to tap.
Zach Davis: He's trapped in the middle of the ring. No ropes to grab!
Tek tries to crawl, but he can't get enough leverage. Franky pulls back tight, but bends so far back, that he allows Tek to reach up, and rake his eyes. FPV drops the hold, and stumble across the ring. Tek gets to his feet, and takes advantage of a partially blind opponent, with a big enziguri. Frank hits the ground, and Tek dives on him for a pin.
...3No! Franky gets his shoulder up at the last second.
Erin Robbins: Tek has really been going after Franky's head during this match. If he does it enough, he can rattle FPV's cage, and keep him dazed. Very brutal, but smart strategy from the Cold Blooded one.
Tek throws a few elbows at Franky's head, before backing off, and allowing him to stand up. Franky goes to do so, but Tek sprints forward and hits him with a knee to the side of the head, before he can stand fully. FPV sprawls across the ring, motionless for a moment, as Tek drops down onto him, and placing him in a tight chinlock. He squeezes down, and smiles at the booing crowd.
Zach Davis: Tek really taking the offensive here, clamping down hard on Franky's neck, trying to cut off his oxygen supply.
Franky flails, and grabs for the ropes, but he is just out of reach. Tek squeezes tighter, as Frank's face begins to change color. In an act of desperation, he throws a punch, and it connects with Tek's nose. The man stumbles back, allowing Franky to gasp for air, as he attempts to stand. Tek runs at him again, bt this time Franky drops down, and grabs the top rope. Tek hits, and flips over the top, crashing to the ground below. FPV stays in the ring, and both men stay down, trying to regain their composure.
Zach Davis: Both of these men look to be fighting for their lives. This is an important match to them.
Erin Robbins: When you're talking about guys like Tek and Franky, there's no such thing as a match that's not important. These are two men who fight with everything they have every time they step between the ropes, so I'm not surprised to see the match turning out this way.
Franky is the first to stand, followed closely by Tek. FPV motions as if he's going for a dive to the outside, but Tek slides under the bottom rope. Frank catches himself before taking the leap, and begins stomping on the back of Tek's head before he can get up. Frank drags him up to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, FPV hits a frankensteiner.
Erin Robbins: FRANKYSTEINER!!
Tek pops back up, and runs at Franky. FPV goes for the superkick, but Tek ducks under it, and bounces off the opposite ropes, before hitting a hard lariat. He covers for the pin.
...No! Franky kicks out. This seems to upset Tek, who lifts his opponent , and jumps inot the air for a jumping STO.
Franky's face hits the canvas, and puts him out.
Zach Davis: OUT COLD!
Tek covers Franky.
Kyle Steel: Your winner... TEK!
Tek stands, and throws his hands up in victory, as the audience showers him with boos.
Erin Robbins: Big win over FPV for Tek, who has quickly become one of my favorite wrestlers.
Tek celebrates a little more, before climbing out of the ring, and leaving the ref to check on Franky.
All the lights in the room are switched off, the curtains are drawn tight and the windows themselves are boarded up. What was once probably a nice room has been downgraded to a basic safe house. Sat in one of the nicer chairs, trying to distract himself with some paperwork is Dr. James Preston.
The house is silent all but for the general noise of people moving about upstairs. Preston’s phone buzzes, on vibrate, offering a distraction as suddenly a black bag-style hood is thrown over his head and a hand wraps a strap around it, tying it tight across his mouth to stop any attempts at screams.
Preston tries to struggle, but, being dragged from behind it is of little use, as he is thrown into the back of a small black car, Emmaleigh Shae runs around the side of the car and slides into the drivers seat, starting the car she is gone from the scene before anyone notices the disappearance. Emmaleigh glances back in the car as Preston is struggling to at least sit up right and she laughs slightly.
Emmaleigh Shae: Well, yer fucked now aintcha?
Zach Davis: Time for our People's Title match!
“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.
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.
Erin Robbins: You have to respect Steeltoe Joe. He gave up the love of the fans to do what he knew was right.
Zach Davis: ..sure..
The bell sounds and Joe and Gobble approach one another. They tie up; Joe quickly uses his strength to get the upper hand and throws Gobble to the ropes. Gobble comes back and Joe hits a Flapjack. He goes for a quick pin.
No, Gobble kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Who does John Gobble think he is anyway? He and S-PAC have been allowed freebird rules to defend their Tag Team Titles, why does he want another belt? Selfish.
Zach Davis: Really, Erin? Come on.
Joe picks Gobble up but Gobble punches him in the gut several times, breaking free of his grasp. Gobble Headbutts Joe, sending him reeling, then runs at him and Clotheslines him. Joe doesn't go down, soe Gobble goes for another Clothesline. Still no luck. He backs up, bounces off the ropes, and then hits a strong Lariat, finally taking the former People's Pastor down!
Erin Robbins: He thinks he's a TURKEY! The guy shouldn't even be wrestling here, he needs mental help!
Zach Davis: You think people that need mental help shouldn't be wrestling here? This is WCF.
Erin Robbins: Touche.
Gobble hits a Double Leg Stomp from the ground before going for a pin.
No, Joe kicks out.
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe has been virtually untouchable when it comes to the People's Title. If he makes it past Gobble, however, he'll face his biggest challenge yet as far as retaining that belt: the Ultimate Showdown match.
Erin Robbins: Even if he would make it farther in the match than the People's Title, you've gotta think it would be bittersweet for him.
Joe is already working to his feet though. Gobble keeps kicking at him but Joe won't stay down. He is dazed, however, and Gobble is able to throw him to the corner. Gobble then runs at him...
Zach Davis: Running Roaring Elbow, that's his Chicken Run!
Erin Robbins: Oh brother.
Joe's eyes glaze over as he goes down and Gobble pins him.
NO! Joe kicks out!
Zach Davis: Great move, but it'll take more than that to put the People's Champion away. Gobble will need to use every move in his arsenal.
Gobble runs to the ropes, Springboards...
Erin Robbins: Walking on Egg Shells-
No!, as Gobble goes for his knee drop Joe rolls away! Gobble's knee hits hard and he holds it in pain as Joe gets up and grabs his neck..
Zach Davis: DIVINATION! Joe hits it almost out of nowhere!
Joe pins John Gobble.
NO! Gobble kicks out!
Erin Robbins: I don't care for Mr. Gobble but he is putting up a hell of a fight.
Joe picks Gobble up and wants to put him away. He taunts the crowd, signalling that he's about to put Gobble into the Steel-Mill Torture Rack. He picks him up...
Zach Davis: NO! Gobble lands behind Joe, spins him around..
Erin Robbins: HERE COMES HIS INVERTED BRAINBUSTER!
But no, Joe uses his strength to break free and then Spears Gobble down! Joe backs up and waits for Gobble to get to his feet, he catches him...
Zach Davis: BAPTISM!
No!, Gobble has it scouted and elbows his way out of it before hitting his Inverted Brainbuster roll into the Dragon Sleeper!
Erin Robbins: I don't believe it, there it is... Thanksgiving! Hey, don't turkeys get EATEN on Thanksgiving? That doesn't make sense.
Zach Davis: I don't know Erin but we might have a new People's Champion! Is Joe gonna tap!?
Joe yells out in pain, clutching his fist, determined not to submit. Joe's determination only causes Gobble to crank on the move that much harder.
Erin Robbins: Steeltoe Joe has never been taken to the limit for the People's Championship like this!
Joe reaches out, trying to get to the ropes.... but he can't reach them. The fans are on the edge of their seats...
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe refuses to tap! But how long can he last, he doesn't have a choice!
Finally Joe's eyes close and it looks like he may have finally passed out. The ref raises his arm....
And it drops.
Raises it again...
And it drops.
Erin Robbins: One more time... and a turkey is our People's Champion.
Raises it again...
Zach Davis: NO! JOE IS ALIVE!
Indeed, Joe is alive! He's gotten his second win and Gobble's eyes go wide as Joe uses his last bit of strength to fight out of the Sleeper, getting to his feet, elbows out of it..
Erin Robbins: JOE HITS THE BAPTISM!
Indeed, Joe hits it! But he's worn out from that Sleeper, barely conscious and isn't able to go for the pin. Gobble and Joe both lay on the mat, catching their breath.
Zach Davis: Whoever can summon their strength first is going to be the Champion!
The referee begins the count.
Erin Robbins: Come on, Joe, get up... you can do this!
Zach Davis: Whoever gets to their feet first is going to Ultimate Showdown!
Erin Robbins: Both men are stirring...
Zach Davis: Who's it gonna be!?
Erin Robbins: ....What!?
Zach Davis: It's a draw!
The bell sounds.
Kyle Steel: This match is officially... a DRAW!
The fans boo.
Kyle Steel: Still your People's Champion... STEELTOEEEEEEE JOE!
Erin Robbins: Well, at least the right man is still walking out with the Title.
Zach Davis: What a match. John Gobble took Joe to the limit, moreso than anyone has ever before.
Zach Davis: Tonight has been interesting to say the least, we get what amount to a declaration of war by the Polar Phantasm against Bravado but Eric Price and Sarah Twilight quickly responded to that and ensured that Bravado would not take that without a fight.
Erin Robbins: Not to mention that in a huge surprise, Eric Price later on in the night came out and demanded to fight the Masked Man and both men actually did fight until officials came and separated them leaving that contest for another time.
Zach Davis: Eric Price himself has been somewhat different this week, not his usual all talk attitude as he’s been more about action this week and let’s see if he can continue that roll in this match up.
The house lights go down, as 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 center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6’ tall, from Sleepy Hollow, New York, she is the Death Bringer, Denise D’Evil!
She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent.
Zach Davis: And looks like Denise D’Evil is ready for action here tonight as she awaits the arrival of one Eric Price! She’s getting a somewhat more favorable reaction this evening but I can only surmise that’s due to her opponent this evening.
“You Know My Name” plays over the speaker system as Eric Price steps out onto the entrance stage, a very focused look on his face as the crowd immediately gets on their feet with loud boos accompanying him.
Erin Robbins: And here comes Eric Price, a man who tonight has been clearly itching for a fight and to prove himself. I don’t know what exactly has come over him but he seems far more intent in competing now than he has as of late.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, standing at 6’ 4”, weighing in at 245 lbs., from Pacific Palisades, CA, he is the Owner, Chairman, and CIO of EPPW as well as the EPPW United States Champion, Eric Price.
Zach Davis: Eric Price certainly behaving somewhat differently this evening, he’s mostly taken a backseat for a few weeks to everything but now it seems as if he wants in the fray more than ever.
Erin Robbins: This is the first meeting ever between these two competitors, Denise D’Evil a former hardcore champion, beating the US Champion Eric Price would certainly give her some great momentum heading into the Ultimate Showdown PPV!
Zach Davis: And both competitors meet in the center of the ring here as the bell rings to signify the start of this match. And whoa, Eric Price looks pissed as he’s just hammering away with lefts and rights at Denise D’Evil here, D’Evil a bit surprised at his demeanor this evening as well.
Erin Robbins: Yes but she’s blocking and now she hits back with some lefts and rights of her own to Eric Price who is being beaten into the corner. D’Evil grabbing Price and oh my, sidewalk slam! Cover!
Zach Davis: Early into the match here but it’s still anyone’s contest for the taking here as both D’Evil and Price are out here tonight to prove a point.
As Price is down from the Sidewalk Slam and looks almost out, D’Evil decides to get ready in the corner as Price is slowly getting up, it looks like she’s calling for a spear!
Zach Davis: And looks like D’Evil is going to try for a spear here but can she connect! Let’s see, Price slowly getting up, still recovering and oh my God, he did not see that spear coming. D’Evil looks mighty impressive here, could this be over? Cover!
Erin Robbins: And a kick out by Eric Price. I have to say that D’Evil has so far brought it to Price in this matchup but Eric Price is not a competitor to be discounted but he may genuinely be surprised here.
Price slowly drags himself to the corner where he sits and oh my, looks like D’Evil is going to try for another spear here!
Zach Davis: Oh boy, this may be the end if D’Evil can connect here.
Erin Robbins: And she goes for it and oh no, Eric Price moves out of the way and Denise D’Evil hits the ringpost with her shoulder, that is tremendously painful!
Zach Davis: And now Eric Price feels confident as he grabs D’Evil and hits a suplex against her. Cover!
Zach Davis: And D’Evil barely kicks out of that one. D’Evil definitely is taking it to Price here tonight but Price also showing a far more aggressive side of himself this evening.
Erin Robbins: Excellent point, as I said before, both competitors have a lot to prove tonight.
Zach Davis: And Price now putting a neck lock on D’Evil.
Erin Robbins: And it seems despite the pressure, D’Evil is not fading but Price continues to lock it in but no!
Zach Davis: And D’Evil with some hard elbows to Price forcing him to let go and oh no, now she has a neck lock on him, same medicine applied to Eric Price here! And he seems to be feeling the effects of this sleeper hold for sure.
Erin Robbins: The referee now lifting Price’s arm to see if he’s still in this and he responds, yes he is still in this! He swats that arm over and starts punching D’Evil in the face, again, and again forcing her to let go of the hold!
Zach Davis: And Price now getting himself up as D’Evil has released the hold and now looks to be on the attack. She goes after Price but oh no, Price lowers the ropes and D’Evil goes over the top rope as Eric Price looks on and recuperates from that sleeper he had placed on him just a bit ago.
Erin Robbins: Price waiting on the inside of the ring as the referee starts his count against D’Evil.
Zach Davis: Unusual for Price, he would usually smirk and be proud of himself here but it looks like he’s all business tonight!
Zach Davis: D’Evil regrouping and she’s back in the ring. Price now stomping D’Evil in the gut over and over trying to wear her down as he has been getting in some offense but wants to do more to hurt Denise D’Evil and prove a point it seems. Price really taking the wind out of D’Evil here and looks like he’s grabbing her legs and he wants to set her up for the sharpshooter.
Erin Robbins: But D’Evil knows it’s coming, she’s fighting back and manages to kick Price away toward the ropes. Price coming back however and grabbing the legs again, Price kicks D’Evil in the gut this time and turns her around and sharpshooter is now locked in on D’Evil.
Zach Davis: D’Evil in tremendous pain here but she manages to get to the bottom rope. Referee instructing Price to break the hold here.
Referee: 1. 2. 3. 4.
Zach Davis: And Price breaks the hold just barely before a count of 5, he needs to be careful to not disqualify himself here as it would be another loss for him.
Erin Robbins: Very true although it is slick use of the rules I must admit.
Zach Davis: D’Evil recovering here as the referee forces Price to step back. D’Evil is getting up and Price is trying to sneak by but D’Evil meets him first with a hit right to the face. Price responds with another strike to D’Evil’s face. These two great competitors trading blows here, one after the other and it looks like D’Evil is getting the upper hand here. And Price is now almost out of it. D’Evil grabs Price and bam, nails a DDT on Eric Price.
Erin Robbins: Cover!
Zach Davis: And Eric Price barely managing to get his shoulder up. What a close combat this has been thus far, many near falls and both wrestlers really pushing themselves here.
Erin Robbins: Well, I think Eric Price is genuinely surprised at Denise D’Evil’s ability but he should have known better than to discount the former Hardcore Champion.
Zach Davis: Very true and I think he’s learning that here.
Denise D'Evil is ready to put Price away. She lifts him up and goes for a Suplex, but Price shifts his weight and lands behind her. He rolls her up...
Zach Davis: He's got a handful of tights! Come on, Eric, to a woman?
Erin Robbins: And there you have it! Eric Price emerges victorious!
Eric quickly rolls out of the ring before D'Evil can realize what happened. His music plays and she gets up and angrily asks the ref what's up, trying to explain what Eric did, but to no avail.
Zach Davis: Eric Price, our United States Champion, has stolen another victory. I bet Denise D'Evil would love to get her hands on him sometime again.
Erin Robbins: Too bad!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EPPW Internet Title.
Thomas Buckley is walking out on stage as he goes down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first from Kansas, New Jersey, weighing in at one hundred and seventy six pounds, "The Rookie" Thomas Buckley!
Zach Davis: How is it that this kid doesn't have any music yet?
Erin Robbins: I know, it's kind of depressing.
The crowd murmurs, questioning his abilities. He climbs into the ring and warms up.
All of the lights in the arena dim simultaneously... Next, a massive pulsing light pierces through the vicinity as a barrage of pyrotechnics erupt. Smoke pours from the stage in the midst of various colors & hues. "Rich As Fuck" by Lil' Wayne featuring 2 Chainz pumps from the speakers as Jonathan Jakobs emerges from behind the curtains.
Kyle Steel: From Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, Jonathan Jakobs!
Zach Davis: Last week we saw Jakobs team with Emmaleigh Shae to unsuccessfully challenge the team of FPV and Jeff Purse.
Erin Robbins: It was a fluke!
Zach Davis: And then a returning Davey Ortega showed up out of nowhere to have a standoff with Jakobs before kicking him below the belt.
Erin Robbins: Which was totally uncalled for. What kind of man offers his hand for a handshake and then kicks a guy between the leg? Especially one of his own stablemates?
He briefly stops and places his right fist in the air, the crowd boos in utter disgust. Jonathan strides down to the ring as he exchanges high-fives with a few of the fans. He climbs the steps & enters the ring. He stands in the corner and awaits his opponent.
"The Number Six" by Lamb Of God hits as Jay Price strolls out from the back, his eyes hidden behind a pair of large aviator sunglasses. He'll lower the glasses a bit as he scans the crowd before pushing them back up and heading down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: And from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, Jay Price!
Zach Davis: And here is the recently re-signed Jay Price. We saw him go toe to toe with Polar Phantasm last week in a terrific match that was unfortunately ruined by the presence of Bravado.
Erin Robbins: Ruined? Bravado appearing saved the ratings for the show.
Zach Davis: Well despite the no decision, Sarah Twilight still signed the contract and Jay Price is once again employed.
Erin Robbins: I still don't know why he was even being considered for employment. EPPW was doing just fine without this loudmouth drunk trying to keep himself in the spotlight.
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.
'Beginner' by VSK hits the arena, but Kira didn't appeared after long time. Kira's theme hits for after 30 seconds while Price, Jacobs and Buckley already bored waiting for Kira's appearance. Kira's theme stops and not long after that, Kira appears in the entranceway.... not in his wrestling attire.
Kira Sakazaki: .....umm......
Kira take a step back and forth, trying to say something. He then stops and about to speak while he shakes his head.
Kira Sakazaki: ....no! just no!
Kira said that while keep shaking his head.
Kira Sakazaki: I mean, I have a match for an Internet Championship, a low-class title for some loudmouth trash-talkers? I simply just can't! I am not a type of wrestler like that. I don't like trash-talking since that silly thing is not my style at all! So, for you three, just enjoy your time competing for that title without me, because.....
Kira turns his body and returns to the backstage.
Kira Sakazaki: .....I forfeit this match! Jaa~!
Kira disappeared from the arena while all three competitors looks confused about what Kira just said that.
Erin Robbins: hah? look at him, Zach! what a coward!
Zach Davis: I think, he just did a right thing. He is a Japanese fighter who always keep her pride by taking care of her words. Japanese are rarely swearing at their opponent, right?
Erin Robbins: blah, blah, blah! The match is already start because of your silly explanation! This is great news for Jakobs and Bravado. His chances of walking away from this match as champion just went from 25% to 33.33%.
The referee holds up the Internet Title for all three wrestlers to see and then hands it off before calling for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Jakobs and Price both come out of their corners and circle each other once before moving in to tie-up. However Buckley steps right in between the two of them. Jakobs and Price both look at him like he's crazy as Buckley sticks a hand out to Jakobs to shake.
Zach Davis: Well would you look at that. What sportsmanship!
Jakobs looks down at the hand and shakes his head no. Disheartened, Buckley turns to Price and offers the same hand. Price looks at it, laughs and then grabs hold of the wrist. Buckley looks shocked as Price uses Buckley's own hand to slap himself in the face.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! That was uncalled for!
Erin Robbins: But quite hilarious!
Jakobs has had enough of the nonsense as he grabs hold of Buckley and pushes off to the side and to the mat before tying up with Price. They fight for control with Price eventually getting it. Price grabbing one of Jakobs' arms and he places him in a hammerlock. Jakobs is quick to fight back with an elbow to the face before reversing the hold and placing Price in a side headlock.
Erin Robbins: That's it Jonathan! Wrench on that neck!
Jakobs torques on Price's neck as he mocks the booing from the crowd, oblivious to Buckley as he steps up behind him. Buckley suddenly hits him in the back with a forearm and Jakobs is caught off guard. He stumbles forward and releases his hold on Price. Jakobs spins around and Buckley catches him with a dropkick to the chest. Jakobs now pushed back into the ropes and he ends up tumbling through them to the ground.
Zach Davis: What a dropkick!
Erin Robbins: Eh, it was all right. I've seen better though.
Buckley celebrates his dropkick for a second until Price reminds him that he's in the match by spearing him to the mat. Buckley now rolling on the mat clutching his midsection as Price gets to his feet and shakes his head in disgust. Buckley starts to push himself back up to his feet but Price kicks him in the side. Price now dropping onto the mat and he begins slapping Buckley in the back of the head, trying to humiliate him.
Zach Davis: Come on Price, get on with the match. What's the point of making fun of this kid?
Erin Robbins: I actually kind of like this side of Price. Why can't he be mean more?
Price finally getting back up to his feet and he reaches down to pull Buckley up when from out of nowhere Buckley rolls him up.
Price kicks out at two and scrambles back to his feet with a look of surprise on his face. Buckley now back up on his feet with a grin on his face as he flashes two fingers at Price. Price starts to go after him but then stops and holds up one finger before pointing behind him. Confused, Buckley turns around and catches a clothesline from Jakobs. Jakobs now grabbing the head of Buckley and he begins slamming the back of it onto the mat repeatedly. Price is content to watch as he leans on the ropes.
Zach Davis: Oh come on Price, do something!
Erin Robbins: Well this looks more like the Price we know. Lazy and worthless.
Jakobs stops with the assault long enough to hook a leg for the pin attempt.
Price breaks up the pin attempt at two by dropping an elbow across the back of Jakobs. Price now hooking the leg of Buckley.
Jakobs now breaking up the pin by shoving Price off of Buckley as he goes for the pin.
Buckley kicks out and as Jakobs tries to get up, Price drops him to the mat with a dropkick to the side of the head. Jakobs rolls on the mat toward the ropes and Price pushes him out of the ring. Price now shouting something at Jakobs from inside the ring when Buckley leaps onto his back and applies a sleeper hold. Price now stumbling as he makes his way around the ring with Buckley on his back, feet dangling in the air.
Zach Davis: Come on Buckley! Hang in there!
Erin Robbins: If Price submits he'll never live this down. One of the best technical wrestlers in the world submitting to a sleeper hold? That's just hilarious.
Price finally manages to stumble toward the corner and he backs Buckley into the turnbuckles. Buckley manages to hold on however as Price is forced to step forward and try again. This time Buckley is forced to let go and remains on the top turnbuckle as Price steps out of the corner and tries to shake it off. Jakobs slides back into the ring and grabs Price from behind before executing a german suplex. Then a second one. The a third, fourth and finally a fifth german suplex.
Erin Robbins: Torture!
Zach Davis: Where?!?!
Erin Robbing: Not the wrestler you doofus, the move.
Zach Davis: Oh! Gotcha!
Jakobs back up to his feet and it looks like he's setting up for Blood Money when from out of nowhere Buckley launches himself off the top rope with a crossbody. Jakobs goes down with Buckley on top of him as the referee makes the count.
Jakobs gets the shoulder up as Buckley rolls off of him with a disappointed look on his face. He checks with the referee, who flashes him two fingers, and then gets to his feet. Buckley now headed for the corner as he makes the climb back up to the top rope. Suddenly Price comes from out of nowhere and he bounces into the ropes, dropping Buckley crotch first onto the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Where did Jay come from?
Erin Robbins: He must have been playing possum like a coward!
With Buckley seated on the top turnbuckle, Price climbs up onto the second rope of the same corner. He places Buckley in a cravate and then leaps forward, hitting him with a cutter.
Zach Davis: Downfall 2.0!
Buckley is down and Price starts to go for a pin when he sees Jakobs pushing himself up to his feet. Price not messing around as he pulls Jakobs up to his feet and then drops him with The Downfall. Price with the pin attempt on Jakobs.
Buckley raises his head and weakly reaches an arm out.
"Number Six" by Lamb Of God hits as Buckley's head drops back to the mat.
Zach Davis: And there you have it! We have a new Internet Champion!
Erin Robbins: Whoopee.
The referee helps Price to his feet before handing him the belt. Price hands it back to him and points to his waist. As the referee wraps the belt around his waist, Price raises up four fingers on each hand.
Zach Davis: And we'd be remiss if we didn't mention that this is indeed the eighth different title belt that Price has won, increasing his already record number.
Erin Robbins: I guess it's kind of impressive. I still don't like him though.
Zach Davis: Like him, don't like him, either way tonight Jay Price is our new Internet Champion.
We go to commercial as Price continues to celebrate.
Zach Davis: Our next match will be a tag team match for the WCF Television championship.
Erin Robbins: Thank you for welcoming me into the WCF, Zachary!!
Zach Davis: I didn't...
Erin Robbins: Well, you should have. Mow, enough of your nonsense, let's get on with the business at hand. Oblivion and Jeff Purse are former Television Champions, as Polar Phantasm is the current champion. Only Night Rider has not held the Television title.
Zach Davis: But, did you know both Oblivion and Jeff Purse both held the championship for two weeks each.
Erin Robbins: But, that "baby kissing" ass kisser Polar Phantasm has held that title for three weeks.
Zach Davis: It's well deserved...
Erin Robbins: If you and I are gonna have a well working relationship, you are gonna have to know your place. My tremendous knowledge of wrestling will take your pathetic pitiful knowledge of wrestling and put it into some kind of suffocating submission and choke it out, till your knowledge turns blue.
Zach Davis: U-u-um... Welcome to the WCF family.
Orion by Metallica begins to play. The drums begin to get louder and louder, right as the lead in guitar riff is about to start...
The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and stops, as the music begins to blend in with....
BREATHE WITH ME....
The entire Sovereign Bank Arena rattles with boos. 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 with a remix of Orion with Breathe by The Prodigy. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Kyle Steel: With a combined weight of 640 pounds... THEY ARE THE A.... O.... D..... THE ANGELS OF DEATH!!!
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp.
Zach Davis: HOLY SH-...!!
Erin Robbins: One these "REAL" men could be the next WCF Television Champion.
Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out, with the lovely Vixens skipping behind The Monster. The Gathering are already scattered throughout the crowd. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion and Night Rider sneer at the camera...
Zach Davis: Look at them!
Erin Robbins: Yes!! Look at them!! The Angels of Death are beasts... monsters!! We could be look at the next Television Champion. Since we are talking about champions, I consider Oblivion.... The Monster... The God of AL-L-L-L Insanity, the greatest... YES I HAVE SAID IT... THE GREATEST HARDCORE CHAMPION IN WCF HISTORY!!!
The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. Night Rider just laughs at the cameraman, as he walks past. The crowd boos louder...
Zach Davis: That was NOT necessary!! What did that cameraman do to Oblivion?!?!
Erin Robbins: He got in The God of Insanity's way!!
Zach Davis: No excuse!!
Erin Robbins: We have seen a different side of Oblivion. A darker, meaner Oblivion. Something that these fans don't seem to like.
Zach Davis: They like it when The Monster is loud and obnoxious, but not when it's against one of their favorites!!
Erin Robbins: BOO-O-O-O... HOO-O-O-O!!
The Vixens continue to skip around the ring, as The Gathering slowly comes down to the ring, through the crowd. Strobe lights continue to flash.
Zach Davis: I just hope that Oblivion doesn't self destruct in the process!!
Then the Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and as mock lightning flash. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Erin Robbins: Like no matter what anyone thinks or says about this... this... nasty nasty individual, Oblivion is STILL a major force to deal with here in the WCF!!
Zach Davis: I agree with you one hundred percent, Shannan!!
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strike the corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. Erin looks down and sees Zach hiding under the commentary table.
Erin Robbins: For crying out loud. Quit being such a big baby, Zach!! Be a man! Get up here and sit!! DO YOUR DAMN JOB!!
Zach Davis: Holy....
Erin Robbins: Love or hate Oblivion, you DO have to give props to The Monster!!
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
Zach Davis: ....
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
Erin Robbins: NO!! NO!! NO-O-O-O!!
The lights flicker, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion and Night Rider. The Gathering and The Vixens are kneeling down, with their torsos against the mat, with their arms extended outward, towards The Angels of Death. The crowd is booing.
Zach Davis: The Sovereign Bank Arena is defiantly behind their opponents, tonight!
Erin Robbins: Unfortunately, they sure are!!
The Gathering and The Vixens slowly leave the ring, as the music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentleman.... The Angels of Death!!!
As both Night Rider and Oblivion lean, chest first against the top rope looking down the entrance ramp...
The lights dim slightly as the big screen blanks; text begins to scroll on it. "Iceberg-Seven online- accessing WCF big screen... accessed. Loading program 'Cryogenix Entrance'." Over the speakers, "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" by the Propellerheads begins playing... on the screen, six names appear. "JEFF PURSE" "COREY BLACK" "FRANK VENABLE" "STEVE ORBIT" "JAY PRICE" "POLAR PHANTASM"... then, there is a bright flash of white light from the stage. When the screen is once again visible, it simply reads "CRYOGENIX". From behind the curtain come out in front we see the Future Elements, Jeff Purse and the Polar Phantasm. Then the rest of the group spreads out and takes a bow; sure enough, we see Corey Black and Frank Venable, Jay Price and Steve Orbit all standing banded together before the 'CRYOGENIX' logo. The group heads backstage, as Purse and Phantasm begins to walk down the entrance ramp, slapping hands as they go.
Once in the ring, Phantasm and Purse waves to their fans....
Zach Davis: WATCH OUT!!
As Jeff Purse and Polar Phantasm wave to their fans, Oblivion and Night Rider charge at them...
WHAM!! THUMP!!! WHAM!! BAMM!!
Oblivion and Night Rider begin to pounce down onto Polar Phantasm and Jeff Purse striking them with forearms, fists, and boots...
The crowd begins to cheer....
Zach Davis: Purse and Phantasm are beginning to fight back and the crowd is loving it!!!
The crowd: CRYO!! CRYO!! CRYO!! CRYO!!
All four men are fighting back and forth!!
Erin Robbins: FISTS!! FEET!! KNEES AND FOREARMS!!
Zach Davis: OH MY!!
The referee tries to separate the four competitors.
Stanley Moser: ALRIGHT!! EVERYONE IN THEIR CORNERS!!
Zach Davis: Stanley Moser taking control, of the action, in this match up.
Erin Roberts: Yea, this match got out of hand quickly.
Oblivion and Jeff Purse start out in the match. Purse high fives Polar Phantasm, as Oblivion fist bumps Night Rider. Oblivion and Jeff Purse circle the ring, as The Monster roars at The Future.
Both Oblivion and Jeff Purse charge at each other, right before they slam into each other with an instant collar and elbow tie up.
Zach Davis: Oblivion instantly pushes Jeff Purse into a corner...
Erin Robbins: Of course!!! The Monster outweighs The Future by almost 100 pounds of muscle.
Oblivion raises IT's massive right arm....
Jeff Purse moved out of the way and The Monster strikes the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: The Future nails Oblivion with a kick in the mid-section, followed up with two solid chops to the massive chest of Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: ENZIGUIRI!!
The crowd pops!!
Zach Davis: The Monster is swaying in the breeze with that enziguiri...
Jeff Purse with a dropkick...
Erin Robbins: Oblivion just slapped Jeff Purse straight out of the air.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Oblivion stomps down onto The Future, while hanging onto the top ring rope. The referee tries to get in between Oblivion and The Future. Oblivion ignores Stanley Moser, by pushing the referee out of the way and continues to stomp down on Jeff Purse. This causes Stanley Moser to get in the face of The Monster, extending out his referee shirt...
Stanley Moser: YOU BETTER RECOGNIZE OBLIVION. I AM THE REFEREE AND THE LAW IN THIS RING!! What I say goes inside this ring!!
Oblivion ignores the referee and walks back to Jeff Purse...
Jeff Purse dropkicks Oblivion knees. The Monster stumbles....
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse tags in Polar Phantasm!!
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse drop kicks Oblivion legs from under The Monster...
As Oblivion falls forwards, Phantasm springboards off the top ring rope and....
Erin Robbins: SPRINGBOARD GUILLOTINE LEG DROP!!
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm is making a pin attempt...
Stanley Moser slides into position and makes the count...
The crowd: On-....
Oblivion slowly gets up...
Erin Robbins: Polar Phantasm flies towards Oblivion...
Zach Davis: SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!
The Sovereign Bank Arena erupts withe crowds explosive cheers
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm is making a pin attempt.
Stanley Moser slides into position and makes the count...
The crowd: ONE....
The crowd: TWO....
The crowd: THREE.... NO-O-O-O-O-O!!
Half the crowd cheered, as The Monster stands up and begins to shake.
Erin Robbins: RUN PHANTASM RU-U-UNN-N-N!!
Oblivion shakes with extreme anger, as Polar Phantasm continues to pound down on The Monster.
Oblivion slams a massive fist against IT's opponent's skull...
Zach Davis: Another massive punch to the face of the Television Champion!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion Irish whips Polar Phantasm into the ropes...
Zach Davis: Oblivion tags in Night Rider!!
Polar Phantasm bounces off the ropes, The Monster swings, but misses at Polar Phantasm who runs past Oblivion...
Erin Robbins: Polar Phantasm ducks Oblivion...
Erin Robbins: ...and leap frogs over Night Rider, bounces off the ropes. Night Rider sees Phantasm coming off the ropes and drops down.
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm just jumped over the resident of the darkest side of Hell...
The crowd: OU-U-U-U....
Erin Robbins: HOT DAMN!! BELLY TO BELLY QUICK RELEASE SUPLEX BY THE MONSTER OBLIVION!! THEY'RE NOT DONE... NOT AT ALL!!
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm tries to fight back the pain of the suplex, as he quickly stands up and runs towards Night Rider, who bounces off the ropes....
Erin Robbins: STIFF KICK TO THE FACE OF POLAR PHANTASM!!
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm is down!!
Erin Robbins: You're... you're pretty bright Zach!! Polar Phantasm is down!! Polar Phantasm is down!! Of course he's down. He just got kicked in the face by a three hundred plus monster!!
Rider grabs The Sub-Zero Spectre....
Zach Davis: The Icy Manipulator nails Night Rider with a spinning elbow.
Phantasm whips Rider into the ropes...
Phantasm bounces off the ropes...
Zach Davis: Oblivion just nailed Phantasm on the back of the head, with a forearm smash to the back, of the head!!
Erin Robbins: Fantastic!! Phantasm stumbles forward....
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!!
Jeff Purse: LET'S GO PHANTASM!!
Crowd claps... <CLAP!> <CLAP!> <CLAP-CLAP!>
Jeff Purse: LET'S GO PHANTASM!!
<CLAP!> <CLAP!> <CLAP-CLAP!>
Zach Davis: Night Rider tags in The Monster Oblivion.
Rider Irish whips Phantasm into the ropes....
Erin Robbins: HOLY HELL!! HERE COMES OBLIVION!!
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm moved out of the way of the leaping leg drop!!
The crowd cheers....
The crowd: POLAR!! POLAR!! POLAR!!! POLAR!!
Polar Phantasm pops a charging Night Rider...
The Sub-Zero Spectre nails Oblivion with a right fist, then rolls towards his corner. The roof of the Sovereign Bank Arena nearly comes off as Jeff Purse jumps over the top rope to enter the ring...
Purse nails Oblivion....
Purse nails Night Rider.
Erin Robbins: Purse whips The Monster into the ropes...
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm runs over to a tossed Oblivion and brings down The Monster with a flying head scissor takeover!!
Night Rider charges at The Future....
Erin Robbins: DROPKICK!!
Zach Davis: Spinning Heel Kick!!
Zach Davis: While the action inside the ring is wild and explosive, the action outside the ring is going off the charts as well. Let's watch the replay....
The replay shows as Jeff Purse was going on the attack against Night Rider, Polar Phantasm nails Oblivion with a flying head scissors takeover, that sends The Monster out of the ring. Immediately, The Icy Manipulator climbs up the top turnbuckle and leapt off and....
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Phantasm picks up Oblivion, who charges Phantasm, which pushes him back first into the security railings. Phantasm screams out in pain. Oblivion hobbles in pain, as he grabs Phantasm and whips him towards the outside corner, of the ring....
Zach Davis: WATCH OUT FOR THE RING STEPS!!
Polar Phantasm nails the steps, but flips over the steps, head first. Which concludes the instant replay.
Erin Robbins: DROPKICK!!
Zach Davis: ENZIGUIRI!!
Jeff Purse nails Night Rider on the back of his head with a nasty kick, that sends the big man down with a delayed face first collapse. Night Rider rolls over onto his back....
Erin Robbins: The Future is already perched on the top turnbuckle.... JEFF PURSE LEAPS O-O-O-OFF-FF....
The crowd roars with massive cheers!!!
Zach Davis: TAKING OFF THE TRAINING WHEELS!!
Erin Robbins: Oh my God, The Monster Oblivion is stalking Polar Phantasm!!
Oblivion: HERE I COME BOY!! YOU CAN'T RUN!!! YOU CAN'T HIDE!!!
The Monster grabs The Icy Manipulator and picks him quickly, then quickly let's him go....
Zach Davis: Holy Moses!!! Oblivion just obliterated Polar Phantasm with a Falling doctor gut-wrench power bomb!!
The Future nails Night Rider with a Whisper in the Wind. Purse makes a quick cover, as the referee slides in, for the count...
The crowd: ONE!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREE-E-E-E!!.... NO-O-O-O-O-O!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion nails Jeff Purse on the back, of the head with a double fist!!
The Angels of Death grabs Purse and whips him into the ropes...
Zach Davis: A HU-U-U-GE back body drop!!
Oblivion runs and bounces off the one side of the ropes, as Night Rider bounces off the other set of ropes... Oblivion bounces off the ropes, leaps into the air and lands twisting splash. Night rider lands with a flying headbutt. Rider makes the cover...
The crowd: ONE!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREE-E-E-E!!.... NO-O-O-O-O-O!!
Erin Robbins: Polar Phantasm nails Night Rider with a senton splash!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD HERE COMES THE MONSTER!!
Phantasm sees IT and....
Zach Davis: Spinning elbow!!
Erin Robbins: JUMPING BACK KICK!!
Zach Davis: Phantasm misses with the enziguiri!!!
Oblivion grabs the leg of Polar Phantasm, brings him closer and....
Erin Robbins: T-BONE SUPLEX!!
Night Rider stands up and is next to Oblivion, as they brace up against the ropes....
Zach Davis: HERE COMES JEFF PURSE!!!
Jeff Purse: AHHH-H-H-H-H-H-H!!!
The Future double clotheslines both Night Rider and The Monster over the top ringrope.
Erin Robbins: That double clothesline also sent Jeff Purse, himself over...
The Icy Manipulator leaves the ring.
Zach Davis: NOW ALL FOUR COMPETITORS ARE RINGSIDE... IN FACT, THEY ARE FIGHTING NEARLY WITHIN A FEW FEET FROM OUR COMMENTARY TABLE!!
Erin Robbins: This match has been everything, everyone has been asking for and then some!!
Everyone is throwing fist and kicks. Phantasm pushes Oblivion back first into the edge of the ring apron...
Oblivion: UNGH!!!! DAMN IT!!
The Monster rages out and grabs The Sub-Zero Spectre by the back of his ring gear and...
Zach Davis: HOLY SH<bleep>T!! ERIN WATCH OUT!!!
The Monster tosses Polar Phantasm over the commentary table knocking papers off the table and....
....crashing hard in between the desk and the security railing. Polar Phantasm is not moving.
Erin Robbins: WHAT THE HELL DID I SIGN UP FOR?!?! DO WE GET COMBAT PAY FOR THIS?!?
Zach Davis: Welcome to WCF, Erin!!!
Out of nowhere, Jeff Purse flies off of the ring apron and nail Night Rider with a flying dropkick sending the big man over the commentary desk and also in between the desk and the security railing....
Erin Robbins: WHERE IN THE HELL DID HE COME FROM?
Zach Davis: EXACTLY!!!
The double fist to the back of the head of an already exhausted Jeff Purse sends The Future crashing onto commentary desk.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is taking off the protective covering of this commentary desk and is removing all of the monitors!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion grabs Jeff Purse, picks him up by a neck... it will be a ddt on the desk!!!
Erin Robbins: WRONG!!! Oblivion picks up Jeff Purse... FACEBUSTER!!!
Jeff Purse lays exhausted on the table, face down. Oblivion limps, holding IT;s right side as IT slowly walks to the ring.
Zach Davis: OH MY... GOD NO!!
The crowd gets up to their feet!!
Erin Robbins: The Sovereign Bank Arena is beginning to buzz, as EVERYONE is on their feet, as The Monster Oblivion.... The three hundred pound beast is climbing up the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: Oblivion is perched.....
Zach Davis/Erin Robbins: OH MY GO-O-O-OD!!!
The Arena screams out loud....
The commentary table shatters into a million pieces....
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!! I'LL SAY IT AGAIN AND I DON'T CARE... HO-O-OLY-Y-Y-Y SHI-I-IT!!! OBLIVION LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND LANDS WITH A SICKENING OBI-SAULT!!!
Erin Robbins: BUT PURSE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!
Indeed, Oblivion crashed through the table just as Jeff Purse rolled away! Purse notices that the referee has begun to count the competitors out. He grabs his partner and the two Unstable Elements quickly slide back into the ring, as Night Rider and Oblivion are still on the outside.
Zach Davis: Can Night Rider or Oblivion get back into the ring in time? The referee is almost at ten...
And the referee reaches ten!
Erin Robbins: What cowards! The Unstable Elements win via countout.
Zach Davis: After a HELLACIOUS battle. That wasn't cowardice, Erin.
Master of Puppets hits.
Erin Robbins: Good. Seth is here to straighten this out.
Seth steps out from the back as Purse and Phantasm, still breathing heavily, look towards him.
Seth Lerch: First of all... HA HA HA, very funny imitation of me earlier you guys. VERY funny. Bravo.
Seth fake claps.
Seth Lerch: Second of all, wow. Winning a match by countout? Quite frankly, that's BS, and for once, I think the WCF fans agree with me!
The fans decide to boo Seth anyway. He looks annoyed.
Seth Lerch: Now, you two are already booked in the Ultimate Showdown match. As much as I'd love to see the Angels of Death get their revenge on you, I guess I'll have to make this travesty up to them in another way. At Ultimate Showdown, Oblivion and Night Rider will get a Tag Team Title shot against S-PAC!
The fans cheer.
Seth Lerch: But wait. There's another member of the Angels of Death too, isn't there? A woman you stole your Hardcore Championship from, Purse?
Purse raises his eyebrow.
Seth Lerch: I think she might want some revenge, too.
The Polar Phantasm is tapped on the shoulder from behind. He turns around and is met with a Dropkick.
Seth Lerch: And there she is right now, Denise D'Evil!
Phantasm flies out of the ring as Purse rushes D'Evil. She catches him and hits her There Can Be Only One!
Seth Lerch: You see, the AoD and Bravado may not really see eye to eye, but we're about fair leadership here, and D'Evil deserves her rematch. So I've decided that Denise D'Evil will be the final non-Champion included in the Ultimate Showdown match, and I hope she tears you two apart!
Purse rolls out of the ring as Oblivion, Night Rider and Denise D'Evil stand tall inside of it.
Zach Davis: Whoa. What big news for the AoD!
Erin Robbins: Indeed. Night Rider and Oblivion get a Tag Titles shot while Denise D'Evil gets into the Ultimate Showdown match, that's huge!
Purse and Phantasm regroup and back up the ramp, staring down the AoD inside the ring.
Zach Davis: Well folks, coming up we have a double main event that has the capacity to turn things upside down!
Erin Robbins: There's no question about that. Waylon Cash and Steve Orbit have been at it for months. And tonight they get to decide who the other will be squaring off against! To make it even more interesting, the World Champion, Sarah Twilight will be the referee for both matches!
Zach Davis: I can't exactly see her being impartial for either encounter. Both men are challenging her next Sunday at Ultimate Showdown for the World Championship. In my eyes, this is nothing more than another power play by Bravado.
Erin Robbins: So what if it is? They are being intelligent by taking advantage of the control that they have. I don't see anything wrong with that.
Zach Davis: How is it you wound up with this position, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Sarah hired me. We both know that.
Zach Davis: I rest my case.
Erin Robbins: Don't imply to me that my employment has anything to do with my views on this situation.
Zach Davis: Fair enough. Anyhow, Steve Orbit is up first and we're moments away from finding out who Waylon Cash has chosen to be his opponent!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall .... and it is one half of our PICK YOUR POISON DOUBLE MAIN EVENT!!
HUGE pop from the crowd.
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: Introducing at this time, the special guest referee for this contest ... she is the CEO of EPPW as well as the EPPW World Heavyweight Champion, "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage, the EPPW World Championship displayed prominently over her shoulder despite not being out here for competition. She is wearing a ladies' tee that is fashioned in standard EPPW referee patterns and a pair of blue denim jeans. 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.
Kyle Steel: And now the participants ... introducing first ...
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.
Kyle Steel: From Oakland, California ... weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds ... representing Cryogenix ... he is "The Mack" STEVE ORBIT!
Small pink lights swirl around the crowd and the entire arena and eventually converge into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the aisle. Steve takes his time, strutting down the ramp, talking to fans who mostly cheer him on-- however, he does occasionally offend a girl or two with his sometimes rude, sexual comments. At ringside he begins the process of taking off whatever pimp attire he is wearing that night, whether its a mink coat, designer suit, etc and always hands his gold chains and his hat to a ring hand. His in-ring attire consists of black spandex shorts with "Pimpin" on the back in pink, and pink boots. He has a body that resembles a model more than a wrestler, he is perfectly chiseled and cut, but he is not huge and muscular like some wrestlers. He continues to flirt with the girls in the crowd as he enters the ring, showing off his body and blowing kisses. The crowd goes bananas when he hits the ring, as OR-BIT chants are heard all over the arena.
Zach Davis: And now, we're about to find out who Waylon Cash has chosen as Orbit's opponent!
Erin Robbins: With Waylon Cash having that choice, it very well could be Sarah Twilight.
Zach Davis: You know, I wouldn't put that past him at all.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...
Kyle looks toward the entrance ramp along with everyone else, as no one was sure who it would be. Suddenly, "Blackhearted" by Motorhead hits the PA system and Scott Savage struts out onto the stage, the crowd pops in a chorus of boos as pink and silver pyro's shoot up the sides of the stage and the ramp.
Zach Davis: Oh boy! This is going to be something for sure!
Erin Robbins: This is definitely an effective way to get into Orbit's head.
Kyle Steel: From Las Vegas, Nevada ... weighing in at one hundred nine pounds, representing S-PAC, she is ANA VALENTINE!!!
Savage stands on the entrance ramp arms folded, legs in an open stance as Ana Valentine steps out from behind the curtain, she leans a hand on Scott's shoulder for a moment before dropping down into a jazz split, then onto her knees she slips between Scott's legs, before running a hand up to his belt buckle, which she uses to pull herself up into a standing position, her body using his for balance.She turns on her heels and looks back over her shoulder to wink at Scott before they make their way down the ramp.
The crowd start to chant S-L-U-T! S-L-U-T!
Scott moves up onto the outer apron and holds the bottom and middle ropes open for Ana, she slips between them and blows Scott a kiss before turning and doing the same to the crowd, who continue to boo her.
Erin Robbins: Orbit looks ready. He wants nothing more than to get his hands on Ana Valentine, and tonight he has that chance. But seriously, I think Ana has his number. This was a power play by S-PAC.
Zach Davis: Orbit is about as tough as they come. But realistically speaking, he's not only contending with Ana Valentine, he's contending with Scott Savage as well as Sarah Twilight. The odds are definitely not in his favor.
Erin Robbins: I don't know, Zach. Sarah is out for herself. I don't see her doing S-PAC any favors.
Zach Davis: Though she could, if for no other reason that to ensure a weakened Orbit at Ultimate Showdown.
Erin Robbins: That's not her style. She loves the fight.
Zach Davis: Could you be any more bias?
Erin Robbins: It's not bias, it's fact.
Sarah hands her EPPW World Championship off to the timekeeper but does not yet call for the bell. Orbit eyes move suspiciously between Sarah and Scott who is on the outside. Ana rests in her own corner with a grin as she waits for the bell. However, Sarah instead hops down out of the ring and gets in the face of Scott Savage.
Zach Davis: Wow, what is this about?
Erin Robbins: She's removing him from ringside!
Zach Davis: Well damn. I never thought that would be something I'd see.
Erin Robbins: She doesn't like Cash any better than she does Orbit. I don't see the ssurprisse here.
Scott looks pissed and argues quite a bit. But Sarah is having none of it, she orders him from ringside and it doesn't take long for a few of EPPW's security guards to come walking out onto the stage. Savage has no choice but to leave. He starts up the ramp, frustrated. Ana Valentine does NOT look pleased back in the ring. The crowd begins chanting at Scott.
Crowd: Na-Na-NaNa! Na-Na-NaNa! Hey-Hey-Hey! Goodbye! Na-Na-NaNa! Na-Na-NaNa! Hey-Hey-Hey! Goodbye!
Zach Davis: I am honestly baffled here. I never would imagine Sarah Twilight would have ordered Scott Savage away from ringside. Whether she hates Waylon or not.
Erin Robbins: One less person to babysit out here. It makes sense.
Ana and Orbit get nose to chest, Their eyes are deadlocked and they both look ready to explode. Sarah gets back into the ring, ordering the two to their corners and calls for the bell. As the bell rings the two charge one another, Valentine goes for a baseball slide into the larger Orbit's knee but the veteran is quick and hops up over her as Ana quickly springs up herself. Steve goes to grab her only to be caught with a spinning kick to the gut, followed by a European uppercut. Orbit is stunned, Valentine grabs him tightly and delivers a nicely executed suplex that sends him CRASHING into the mat.
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine wasting no time! She and Steve Orbit are no strangers to one another. The bitterness brewing between the two has been going on for weeks and weeks now!
Erin Robbins: I am willing to bet that Waylon has been in the back all night, prepping Ana. He has undoubtedly given her instructions to hurt Orbit. I think that is what her goal is, and I believe she will stop at nothing to make sure that happens.
As Ana adroitly hops up she turns around only to see Orbit stand up and glare at her as if the suplex had almost no effect on him and the crowd is bustling.
Zach Davis: Well Orbit came to fight. And it will take a lot more than a suplex to keep him down.
Ana rushes The Mack quickly and delivers a nice tackle, taking Orbit off his feet, She lands a right hand to the face but as she goes for another one, he grabs her head and pulls it down to his waist, his legs wrap around her head as he begins to lock in a triangle hold and the crowd is on their feet watching this one intenly.
Zach Davis: Orbit keeping Ana grounded, for the moment.
Erin Robbins: Using that triangle hold to wear her down. It is a very intelligent strategy. He doesn't want to exert himself too much before his World Title opportunity.
But Valentine, seeing this wiggles her way free and flips over locking in an armlock submission on Steve, who uses his strength and lifts up his smaller opponent and slams her to the mat.
Erin Robbins: And look at that. Power pure and simple!
Zach Davis: Wait, but look at this!
Ana gets back to her feet. The slam shaking her up a bit, but the adrenaline keeps her going. Orbit wastes no time as he moves in at Valentine. She delivers a kick to the gut that doubles Steve over. She follows up by grabbing him for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. Orbit grabs her and whips her into the ropes as she comes off he catches her and lifts her up into a gutwrench powerbomb and drops her to the mat like a sack of potatoes as she lands down HARD. Ana slowly gets up only to be caught by a standing dropkick to the face, sending her flying into the corner. Steve rushes her with a spear, but she dodges and he hits nothing but turnbuckle shaking the ring and shaking himself up in the process.
Erin Robbins: Orbit went from a grounded, technical base to pulling out all the stops. That spear cost him and Ana has an opportunity to capitalize.
As Orbit spins around from the impact holding his shoulder, he is caught by a jumping neck-breaker from the smaller Valentine, he groggily rolls back up to his feet up only to be hit in the face by a perfectly executed dropkick. Orbit back to his feet and he is caught with another kick, this one a straight shot to his gut. Ana follows up with a double underhook DDT. She goes for the cover and Sarah is down in position for the count.
Orbit kicks out with authority, launching Valentine up off of him. But she stays on the offensive and before he can get himself to his feet she sends a VICIOUS kick into his chest. Orbit rolls to his side, shaking off the cobwebs.
Zach Davis: Orbit able to kick out, and Valentine is still on the offensive!
Erin Robbins: She knows how to wear someone down, and most importantly to keep the offensive pace going.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit is no slouch either, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Oh absolutely not. There is a reason he is in the main event ... both tonight, and next week.
Ana moves in, giving Orbit no time to regain himself. She grabs his arms and pulls them back, placing her foot on the back of his head and she SHOVES his face and jaw into the canvas.
Zach Davis: Curb Stomp!!!
Erin Robbins: Orbit is clearly dazed! I don't think he was expecting her to put the fight to him like this!!
Steve struggles to his feet and Valentine is there on the attack as she charges him. Though Orbit catches her, hugs her tightly, connects with a head butt and unleashes an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending the smaller Ana through the air and down to the mat.
Erin Robbins: Back and forth action. Both competitors giving it their all. Valentine wants to make a statement. She wants to do what she came here to do for Waylon Cash. And she may well be succeeding.
Zach Davis: What actually does surprise me, is the fact that at least to this point, Sarah hasn't made any attempt to show any sort of favoritism or sway the match in either direction.
Erin Robbins: I keep telling you, that's not her style. She is an evil, maniacal bitch, but she is a competitor and as a referee I suspect she'll keep this one clean.
Zach Davis: Kissing your boss' ass yet again.
Erin Robbins: Tell me Zach, when is the last time you saw her cheat?
Zach Davis: ...
Erin Robbins: I rest MY case. Now, can we call this match or what?
Back in the ring, Orbit follows up his suplex as he whips Valentine into the ropes and connects with a tilt a whirl back breaker, She is down and Orbit nods confidently.
Zach Davis: Orbit has the size and power advantage. This is where he can take advantage.
Erin Robbins: Size doesn't always matter, Zach. Ana has proven capable of holding her own against larger competitors in the past.
Orbit picks up the slightly dazed Valentine, lifts her up and places her on the top turnbuckle, he climbs up with her and looks out to the crowd as they boo loudly. Ana punches Orbit in the face, but he retaliates and Ana is stunned but not as much as Orbit thinks as she grabs his head and launches him out of the ring from the turnbuckle as Steve flies through the air and hits the cement floor hard. Valentine quickly spins around points to the crowd and hits a flying elbow drop on Orbit, WHAM. Both are down now and after some time, Ana is the first to her feet. Orbit climbs back to his feet and he rushes at her, but she catches him unexpectedly with a drop toehold and he falls down FACE FIRST into the ring steps. His head is now BUSTED open!!!
Zach Davis: Oooh! This one takes a turn for the worst. I can't tell if that was intentional or not?
Erin Robbins: Regardless, it just put things in her favor by a LOT.
Ana rolls him into the ring and quickly follows him in as he stands up, she delivers a HARD kick to his gut. He doubles over and she rolls over him with a sunset flip, executing it nicely on the larger Steve Orbit, Sarah for the count….
Zach Davis: No! Orbit kicks out!!
Erin Robbins: What a close call! Excellent sunset flip by Ana. I have to say.
Orbit makes it to his feet. Ana focuses on the bloody mess that is his face, and she starts nailing HARD punches at him, further spilling his blood as she nails the wound. She jumped around, hooking his arms for perhaps a crucifix pin or octopus stretch, but Orbit is able to steady his balance and he drops her down HARD with a Samoan drop. He stays on her, picking her up and takes her down with a thunderous POWERSLAM. Orbit takes a moment to try and regain his composure for a moment. However, Valentine, gets up and surprises him with a schoolboy roll up. Sarah again gets into position.
Steve rolls out of it and quickly back to his feet. As Valentine gets to hers, he is there with a forearm smash that sends her back down.
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine not relenting at ALL. I have to admit, very wise choice by Waylon Cash.
Erin Robbins: He wasted valuable time. That breather almost cost him.
Zach Davis: I agree with that, Ana Valentine isn't going to waste any opportunity she has to take this one.
Erin Robbins: So far no one has a clear cut advantage. This can go either way. What a contest for both of them!
Valentine quickly gets back to her feet and rushes Orbit who sends her up and over with a back body drop...she flies over the top rope and hits the FLOOR on the outside!!!! The crowd is going BONKERS! Cheering, Booing...just getting deeply into it all.
Zach Davis: Ana down and out of it. Orbit Looking to capitalize.
Erin Robbins: What is he doing? Oh no ....
Ana pulls herself up using the guardrail and as she turns around, Orbit comes FLYING at her with a Diving Shoulder Block THROUGH THE ROPES and to the OUTSIDE that fully connects!!! She goes back down and CRASHES into the guardrail. Orbit gets back to his feet, hoisting Valentine up with a military press and tosses her back into the ring over the middle rope. He hops up onto the apron and slingshots himself over the top rope with a legdrop. He goes for the cover. Sarah in position.
Kick out, Ana kicks out, as Orbit looks at Sarah and shakes his head, sighing.
Erin Robbins: Too close. Way too close.
Orbit looks at the crowd, motioning that he is ready to end this he pulls himself up to the top of the turnbuckle measuring Ana. He leaps off for The Oakland Splash! But Ana rolls out of the way and Orbit hits CANVAS! Valentine is staring down at him like a Lion. She has her eyes locked on him. He gets to one knee, shaking off the cobwebs again and as he does get back to his feet he is met by Cupid's Arrow! Orbit is sent CRASHING into the mat and looks to be out. Valentine makes the cover. Sarah checks Orbit's shoulders before making the count.
NO! Orbit manages to kick out and the crowd is going bonkers like never before!
Erin Robbins: That was damn close!
Zach Davis: They are giving it their all and leaving nothing behind!
Valentine stares with wide eyes at Sarah who shrugs at her with a smirk. Ana returns to the assault on Orbit and starts pounding away at his face. Fist after fist she sends at him, further battering his open wound. She sends another hard fist and it is CAUGHT by Orbit. He forces her back and gets himself to his feet, spinning belly to belly SLAM!! And the smaller Valentine is down.The wind is knocked out of her, but Orbit is barely able to move himself after the vicious assault he endured. He pulls himself to his feet, woozily, and he is teetering with his balance. Ana gets to her feet and tries a high kick to the face, but Orbit ducks it and she spins completely around. Orbit whips her into the ropes, she come back on the return with a flying cross body and he catches her. It isn't long before he hoists her up into a double underhook facebuster. Ana is out of it yet again. Orbit wastes no time, he is up on the top turnbuckle in a flash and again leaps off for the OAKLAND SPLASH! This time he connects!
Erin Robbins: He nailed it!! And he got ALL OF IT!!
Zach Davis: Valentine is in a lot of trouble right now! It could be over right here!
The crowd is on the edge of their seats as Steve makes the cover. Sarah gets into position.
Erin Robbins: It's academic here!
Before Sarah's hand can come down for three, Waylon Cash slides into the ring out of NO WHERE and he BLASTS Orbit in the back of the head with his tag team championship. Orbit rolls off of Ana clutching the back of his head. Waylon starts putting boots to him.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! Waylon Cash blindsiding Steve Orbit just before he could secure the victory. Typical tactics by Cash.
Erin Robbins: You had to know this was coming. Waylon Cash had this set up from the start. Orbit is a fool if he believed otherwise.
Waylon continues his assault on Orbit which is now joined by a dazed Ana Valentine. The two hoist Orbit to his feet and Waylon with the Killshot! Orbit is down and OUT. Ana drops down for the cover and Waylon is pleading with Sarah to count.
Zach Davis: This is disgusting. Utterly disgusting.
Erin Robbins: This is what you call a well organized plan. Waylon is almost beside himself right now with ecstacy.
Zach Davis: Twilight smirking at him, what's this about?
Sarah drops down for the cover, ignoring the interference. She counts.
Kyel Steel: Here is your winner ... ANA VALENTINE!!!
Zach Davis: UGH. Typical. So typical. There should have been a disqualification.
Erin Robbins: That would be at the referee's discretion, and the referee is Sarah Twilight.
Waylon is grinning ear to ear now. He looks over at Ana who also gets to her feet, staring at Sarah. The two of them begin circling The Mistress of Mischief. Sarah eyes the both of them, unphased. Ana is the first to make a move, and she is met with a kick to the gut followed by the Twilight Zone!
Erin Robbins: Twilight Zone to Ana!
Zach Davis: Waylon creeping in! Uh oh ... wait!
Waylon thought about assaulting Sarah as she dropped Ana with a Twilight Zone, however, Sarah rolls back to her feet quickly and gets face to face with Waylon. The two stare each other down. Waylon's fists clenched.
Erin Robbins: Better simmer down there Waylon. She's the referee for your match as well.
Zach Davis: Yeah, it wouldn't be a wise move for Waylon to get on Twilight's bad side right before the match she is going to officiate for him.
Waylon backs up a few steps and nods as he steps out of the ring onto the apron. Orbit gets to his feet now, and he looks completely pissed that Sarah awarded the match to Ana and letting the interference slide. Orbit shakes his head in disgust as he exits the ring, mouthing to Waylon and Sarah that "Payback's a bitch."
Zach Davis: Well what an unusual turn of events here. Steve Orbit had Ana Valentine beat. Waylon Cash in for the save, Sarah ignores the interference and awards the match to Ana. Then, S-PAC turns their sights on Sarah in an attempt to soften her up, and instead, Ana gets a gift she was not expecting. I do believe that any notion that there is any form of alliance between any combination of these three has been put to rest.
Erin Robbins: And with Waylon up next in competition, who knows what will happen. This dynamic is about as strange as you can imagine.
Zach Davis: What a night! And we're not slowing down anytime soon. Up next, our main event continues as now it is Waylon Cash who is set to square off against a mystery opponent of Steve Orbit's choosing!
Erin Robbins: We'll see what Orbit has up his sleeve now. But again, we still have the wildcard in Sarah Twilight. Going by the last contest, we have absolutely no idea what it is she will do as the referee.
Zach Davis: Your guess is as good as mine. But no matter what happens, one thing is for sure, the rivarly between Orbit and Cash has gone FAR beyond a boiling point. Sarah Twilight is adding more fuel to the fire.
Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash doesn't have any allies out here, and for that matter neither will Orbit's chosen competition. We can expect things to get ugly, fast.
Zach Davis: Well, Waylon already in the ring, as is Sarah Twilight. So, let's get this one under way! Who is Cash's opponent? We're about to find out!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it the other half of our PICK YOUR POISON DOUBLE MAIN EVENT!
The crowd roars with cheers at the announcement. Waylon Cash and Phantasm Polar are both already in the ring as Steve Orbit had just finished competing against Ana Valentine. Cash looks on at the entrance ramp awaiting the introduction of his mystery opponent.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first ... in the ring from Macon, Georgia ... weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds ... representing S-PAC he is "The Hellbilly" WAYLON CASH!
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.
Zach Davis: Oh boy! What a choice by Steve Orbit!
Erin Robbins: I'm not that impressed, honestly.
Zach Davis: You've gotta be kidding me?
Erin Robbins: No, I'm very serious.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Project: Antarctica, Colorado ... weighing in at two hundred forty nine pounds ... representing Cryogenix, he is 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 Waylon Cash.
Zach Davis: Both competitors looking ready to go. This one about to get under way.
Phantasm Polar separates both competitors, and then calls for the bell.
Phantasm and Cash meet in the center of the ring and start with a collar and elbow tie up. Cash gains the advantage with a side headlock. Phantasm shoves him off into the ropes. Cash with a clothesline on the return, but a duck under by Phantasm. Cash spins around and is caught with a European uppercut thst staggers him a bit. Phantasm takes him for an Irish whip to the turnbuckle but it is reversed and he instead is sent crashing into the corner.
Zach Davis: Quick back and forth action early on. Cash with a very offense based brawler style. And Phantasm having an extensive defensive ground game.
Erin Robbins: I just don't see the appeal here. Maybe you do, and that's fine. But honestly, I would just love to see Cash end this one quickly.
Cash rushes the corner with a shoulder tackle, however, Phantasm moves out of the way and instead, the Hellbilly finds himself meeting ring post with his right shoulder as he lunges forward. He clutches his shoulder in agony as he slowly backs off of the mishap. Though he is given no repreive as he turns around into an armdrag takeover. Phantasm follows up with an armbar, placing pressure on the shoulder he'd just injured.
Zach Davis: Oh and a misstep by Cash! This isn't good as Phantasm is taking full advantage.
Erin Robbins: His arm has now become a target, and he is going to zero in on it. This spells trouble for Waylon as it will severely hinder his offense based approach.
Phantasm holds Waylon's arm against the canvas. He pushes off of the canvas with his feet and sends his knee CRASHING down into Waylon's shoulder. Cash groans upon impact. Polar repeats this twice more, harshly targeting the shoulder. Polar hauls Cash to his feet, and suddenly Waylon strikes with a quick swinging neckbreaker. Phantasm hits the canvas and this buys the Hellbilly some time, however he further agitates his own shoulder in the process.
Zach Davis: Quick thinking by Cash. He needs to create some separation for the time being. Give himself a chance to work out that shoulder.
Erin Robbins: I don't know that I agree with that. He needs to remain on the offensive. Don't give Phantasm, or any opponent time to rest.
Cash pushes himself back to his feet, trying to rotate his shoulder to get the kinks out. He does, however stay after Polar as he brings him to his feet now. Polar responds with a rolling capture armbreaker that floors the Hellbilly again and damages his shoulder even further. He writhes in pain as he stumbles back to his feet. Phantasm is waiting and sends him HARD into the ring post shoulder first. This now having been the second time Cash's shoulder had struck the steel.
He wobbles back after the impact, still clutching his shoulder as he is hooked up by both arms and planted to the canvas for a snap sitout powerbomb. Phantasm keeps him hooked for the pinfall attempt. Sarah slides into position.
NO! Cash shoots his shoulders up off of the canvas.
Zach Davis: Phantasm showing no mercy at all! That was a close call there. Could have been over.
Erin Robbins: Phantasm is out here to do a job, just like Ana was sent earlier. Don't let those Cryogenix guys fool you. They are out to make things easier for themselves just as well.
Zach Davis: Oh whatever. Polar is doing what he needs to do in order to win. I'm sure Waylon would take advantage if the situation had been reversed.
Cash crawls to the ropes and begins pulling himself up. Phantasm simultaneously out of the pinfall and back to his feet. He measures Cash, waiting for him to make it back to his feet. As he does, he turns around into a stiff boot to the midsection. Phantasm grabs him to lift him up.
Zach Davis: THE ICE CAP!! He's ending it early!
However, Cash blocks the attempt by shoving his foot under the rope. He fires off a few shots to Phantasm's ribs and he releases his grip. Cash wastes no time, he grabs Polar for a belly to belly suplex and launches him up and over the top rope! He crashes to the floor below on the outside in front of the announce table.
Erin Robbins: Cash had that one scouted! He stays alive and now has a chance to mount an offensive!
Cash rolls himself to the outside. Phantasm is wobbly making it back to his feet. The Hellbilly hoists him up and sends him back down with a harsh scoop slam on the outside mats. He groans and rotates his shoulder as it was still suffering the effects of the earlier onslaught. Twilight is instructing him to get her back into the ring, but as Cash looks around, he has other ideas in mind. He makes his way to the announce table and pulls the top off of it. He then removes the monitors and tosses them aside. Robbins and Davis both hop up from their seats and step off to either side of the table.
Zach Davis: Cash has something big in mind here!
Erin Robbins: This doesn't look like it's going to end up good.
Sarah begins her ten count as Cash hauls Phantasm back to his feet, rolling him onto the announce table. He hits him with a forearm to the head for good measure.
Cash rolls back into the ring and begins to climb the turnbuckle. The crowd looks on and BOOS as he stands precariously on the turnbuckle, balancing himself.
He takes a few steps onto the ropes, walking them almost like a tightrope as he lines himself up with the announce table. In a swift motion he leaps down toward the announce table!
Zach Davis: Cash with BIG AIR!!
However, Phantasm rolls himself out of the way JUST in time and Waylon CRASHES through the announer table with an elbow drop as it collapses underneath him.
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Erin Robbins: Cash is OUT!
Zach Davis: And our table is kaput!
The dive from the tope breaks up the former count on Phantasm, and Sarah is forced to start another count on both stars.
Phantasm rolls himself into the ring. Cash is still out of it, his body strewn among plastic, wood and various debris after the crash. Phantasm takes his time to recuperate as Cash has not yet moved.
Zach Davis: If Cash is counted out here, he loses a LOT of momentum heading into Ultimate Showdown. And by the looks of it, I don't think Sarah is going to bend the rules for him at all.
Erin Robbins: I think he knocked himself out cold trying to take that high risk. It didn't pay off. But I can't imagine Sarah wants to award this to Phantasm either. Ugh.
Finally, there are signs of life as Cash pushes the debris away from him. He slowly crawls toward the ring. Perhaps just being stubborn as he hears Sarah's voice calling the count. He continues crawling reaching a hand up, trying to grab hold of the apron.
With no time to spare, he uses every ounce of strength he can muster to pull himself into the ring. Barely beating the count.
Zach Davis: I can't believe he made it!
Erin Robbins: That might have been a foolish move as he is still VERY out of it.
Zach Davis: He might not last much longer here at all.
Cash is definitely still out of it as he lays on the canvas, trying to regroup. Though he isn't given any time for that as Phantasm drags him away from the ropes and into the center of the ring. He drops down over him for a pinfall. Twilight in position.
NO! Cash manages to get a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Amazingly, Cash still in this thing!
Erin Robbins: Phantasm now has the advantage. I hate to say it, but it's true. Cash took a LOT out of himself with that risk. Every time he kicks out, he is expelling even more energy.
Zach Davis: I don't know how much energy he could possibly have left after that crash out here.
Phantasm hauls Cash to his feet and hooks him up for a fisherman's suplex, hooking up the leg and he remains with it for the pinfall once again. Twilight slides into position.
Again, Cash manages to get his shoulder up!
Zach Davis: He continues to stay in this thing. Cash is not wanting to let this slip just a week before Ultimate Showdown.
Erin Robbins: At some point you have to ask yourself if being stubborn is worth it? Live to fight another day. Specifically, next week.
Phantasm grabs hold of the back of his head and hauls him again to his feet. He lifts him for another suplex, but he slides off of the attempt and instead grabs Polar's waist, pulling him up and over for a German Suplex of his own. He keeps his hands locked and bridges up as Phantasm's shoulders are flat on the canvas. Sarah again makes the count.
NO! Phantasm shoots his shoulder off the canvas.
Zach Davis: Ad a near fall for Cash! That was out of nowhere!
Erin Robbins: He still has some fight left in him after all!
Phantasm rolls out of the attempt, a little dazed after the sudden tide change. Cash is still suffering the effects of his missed dive. Polar is first to his feet and as Cash gets to his, he explodes at Cash with a jumping back kick. But he ducks it and instead grabs Polar for a Russian leg sweep.
Zach Davis: Cash avoiding the kick and he has Polar down. He needs to capitalize here.
Erin Robbins: But can he? He is still devastated after crashing into the announce table.
Cash wastes no time as he forces himself to his feet. He grabs hold of both ends of the top rope in the corner and launches himself off with an elbow drop. Trying for the second time.
Zach Davis: He takes the risk AGAIN!
Erin Robbins: And this time he connects!
He crashes down into Polar with perfect execution. After the impact, he hooks the leg, keeping him down for the pinfall. Sarah checks the shoulders and makes the count.
NO! Phantasm again shoots his shoulder off of the canvas. Cash looks slightly stunned as he rolls off of the pinfall.
Zach Davis: Another near fall! Cash bringing everything he has here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Cash is looking to make a statement here. He would love to walk into Ultimate Showdown looking in top form. Dispatching Phantasm would do just that.
Cash slowly back to his feet now as he looks to continue the offense against the Television Champion. As Polar makes it back to his feet, Cash hauls him up with a double underhook backbreaker. The Phantasm is down on the canvas and The Hellbilly looks to take to the skies once again, climbing the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Another high risk maneuver!
Erin Robbins: Polar can kiss this one goodbye!
Cash dives off the turnbuckle for a diving leg drop. But Phantasm rolls out of the way. Cash lands HARD on his back. He remains flat on the mat as he howls out in pain. Phantasm capitalizes on the situation as he grabs hold of his legs and turns him over. Cash is captured in the crab.
Zach Davis: ANTACRTICRAB! He has nowhere to go!
Erin Robbins: Ugh, seriously? This can't be happening.
Cash scream out in agony as Phantasm wrenches the hold, applying pressure against his back and pushing himself back as far as he can go, causing the tension to target his spine. He applies more and more pressure. Sarah is there to check for the submission. Cash screams out in pain but he stubbornly won't give in.
Zach Davis: How much longer can he endure this? His back has got to be damn near broken by now!
Erin Robbins: It's only a matter of time. He should just give up and save himself long term injury. He does have a world title match next week. Just let Polar feel like he's accomplished something and move on to better things.
Phantasm continues to wrench his submission hold and Cash is struggling. But he uses his hands to try and walk himself toward the ropes. Inch by inch he uses his hands to drag himself closer.
Zach Davis: I don't believe this. There's no way he can reach the ropes. This is insane!
Erin Robbins: The man is crazy!
Phantasm is not giving him any reprieve as he keeps the hold locked in tightly. Cash continues to inch his way forward and he somehow manages to get his hand on the bottom rope! Sarah begins her count for Phantasm to release the hold.
Phantasm releases the hold. The damage having been done.
Zach Davis: I am in awe right now. Cash somehow managing to make his way to the ropes. Battling the pain searing in his legs and back. This is amazing!
Erin Robbins: Did you see that crap? Phantasm wouldn't break the hold!
Phantasm grabs hold of Cash' legs and drags him back to the center of the ring. And AGAIN she applies the Antarcticrab!
Zach Davis: Oh this is it. He can't possibly endure another round of torture to his back.
Erin Robbins: Wait look!
However, Phantasm never gets the hold fully applied the second time around as Cash powers his way free of the hold. He makes his way to his feet, as does Phantasm and Cash strikes out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: KILLSHOT!
Erin Robbins: Oh my God! He might have it!
Phantasm is PLANTED into the canvas and Cash immediately hooks the leg. Exhausted and tired, he nods his head in tune to Sarah's count.
Zach Davis: He kicked out!
Erin Robbins: And Cash can't believe it!
Cash sits up and stares at Sarah with a look of disbelief. She confirms that the count was only two and three quarters. Cash wipes his hands over his face as he slowly makes his way to his feet. Thinking of what he must do to win. He hauls Phantasm to his feet again. And again KILLSHOT! He is PLANTED into the canvas once more.
Zach Davis: ANOTHER ONE! It has to be over!
Erin Robbins: This is CRAZY! That is now TWO Killshots!
Cash shakes his head, not satisfied with just using one Killshot this time. He hauls Phantasm up to his feet again, however, he drops Phantasm back to the canvas as he notices Steve Orbit making his way out toward the ring. The crowd is going WILD.
Erin Robbins: Now what? Orbit is out here? Ugh this can't get any worse.
Zach Davis: Hey, what goes around comes around!
Waylon leans over the ropes toward the entrance ramp, screaming at Orbit who smiles and continues to ringside. Waylon turns around and demands that Sarah kick Orbit from ringside as she did Savage earlier. The demands fall on deaf ears as Sarah folds her arms and scowls at Cash.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash is not having a very good night. He certainly didn't expect Sarah Twilight to take orders from him, did he?
Erin Robbins: In this instance, I wish she would just remove Orbit from ringside. He doesn't belong out here.
Cash is livid as he walks the ring, following Orbit who is on the outside, and continues to shout at him. Finally, infrustration, he just relents and turns back to Phantasm, hauling him up again. He pulls him up for ANOTHER Killshot!
Erin Robbins: Oh for fuck's sake! This HAS to do it!
Zach Davis: It well may have!
Cash falls onto Phantasm for the cover, grinning at Orbit. Sarah in position.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, WAYLON CASH!
Erin Robbins: And Waylon Cash disposes of the Polar Phantasm! Momentum going into next week.
Zach Davis: Orbit's presence only fueld Cash rather than hinder him. That was, almost an upset.
Erin Robbins: Not in my eyes. Phantasm is nothing special.
Orbit is all smiles outside the ring as Waylon makes it to his feet. He looks at Orbit, angered and is already mumbling something at Sarah. He doesn't look pleased.
Zach Davis: Waylon having some words with Sarah now. What is he unhappy with? He won!
Erin Robbins: Probably that Orbit wasn't escorted from ringside. Can't say I blame him. But arguing with your upcoming opponent after having a grueling match probably isn't wise.
Zach Davis: I wouldn't think so.
Waylon is screaming at Sarah now, iritated that she did not remove Orbit from ringside as she had Scott earlier. He pokes a finger at her in anger and for his troubles, Waylon Cash now winds up receiving a Twilight Zone!
Erin Robbins: And ... well there it is.
Zach Davis: Yep, you knew that was going to happen. Oh wait, look at this!
Orbit hasn't forgotten what happened earlier during his match and he perches himself up on the turnbuckle as Waylon is dropped to the canvas by Twilight. The crowd is cheering him like CRAZY! Orbit leaps off, OAKLAND SPLASH!!! If Waylon wasn't out before, he is for sure now.
Zach Davis: Orbit getting him some as well! Waylon Cash NOT having a good night at all.
Erin Robbins: Orbit taking the leftovers. Doesn't surprise me.
As Orbit rolls himself off of the splash and back to his feet, he receives a kick to the gut by the opportunistic Sarah Twilight.
Zach Davis: Oh here we go. The snake in the grass strikes again.
Erin Robbins: If Orbit had forgotten that Sarah has it out for him just as much as she does Cash, he is now being reminded!
Sarah holds Orbit in position and smirks as the crowd boos like mad. She hauls Orbit up for The Twilight Zone, but he wiggles himself out and slides down behind her!
Zach Davis: Orbit gets himself free!
She turns around just in time to receive a backhand slap to the face!
Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP!
Erin Robbins: This is not right!
The slap staggers her a bit and Orbit wastes no time, he follows up with a kung fu stance as as she moves back at him with fury in her eyes, he sends a Crane Kick right to her face that floor her! The crowd is going WILD!
Zach Davis: YES! Steve Orbit giving Sarah Twilight a taste of her own medicine! It's about damn time!
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit and the rest of Cryogenix are nothing but low life scum! This is disgusting what he is doing.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight deserves every bit of it, and then some!
Orbit is not yet finished as he waits for Sarah to get back to her feet, measuring her. She manages to her feet and stumbles a few steps backwards and Orbit hooks her up from behind with a HUGE Half nelson suplex!
Zach Davis: HONEY DIP! The exclamation point has been added! Sarah Twilight is down and out! Waylon Cash is down and OUT! Steve Orbit standing tall!
Polar Phantasm has by now rolled out from the ring and he collects the EPPW World Championship from the timekeeper, tossing it to Orbit in the ring. The crowd elevates with MASSIVE cheers as Orbit takes hold of the EPPW World Title and takes to the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Could this be the future? Could this be what is in store come Ultimate Showdown? Will we see Steve Orbit crowned as our new World Champion? Perhaps Waylon Cash will stand tall in the end? Or will we continue the reign of the evil Sarah Twilight?
Erin Robbins: There is going to be a collision next week in East Rutherford, New Jersey that's for sure! My best guess? There is going to be blood, and lots of it!
Zach Davis: That's all the time we have folks. I'm Zach Davis, alongside Erin Robbins and we will see you at Ultimate Showdown!
The cameras fade to the image of Steve Orbit standing tall, holding the World Title as the crowd continues to cheer.