A video of earlier today is shown. Outside the Wachovia Center, Zach Davis is walking up to the door.
Zach Davis: I can't wait to get back to work! Freddy Whoa did great, I see great things for him in the future. Hey, why am I talking to myself?
Realizing he sounds crazy, Zach shuts up. He reaches the door to the arena... AND IS ATTACKED FROM BEHIND! Someone Clotheslines Zach down and stomps on him. It's none other than... SETH LERCH! What the!?
Seth Lerch: I know it was you, Zach! I know YOU were the mystery voice saying you're returning tonight, which is why I volunteered to face the mystery person! Do you think you can embarrass Eric Price like that and get away with that!? THINK AGAIN!
Seth picks Zach up and kicks him right in the balls, sending the poor announcer sprawling away. Seth turns and looks into the camera.
Seth Lerch: I have a strong feeling Zach won't be around to wrestle in this "match" later tonight with the ass whooping I just gave him. But you know what? I'm a former Internet Champion and I want a win under my belt. So I'm going to go to the ring and accept my count out victory like a real man! A real man, unlike Zach Davis here.
Seth spits at Zach as he walks away. Before the scene fades, we zoom in on Zach Davis.
Zach Davis: Mystery man?... what's he talking about....
The scene fades to black.
Fireworks explode and all that good stuff before we go to the announcers!
Freddy Whoa: Freddy Whoa here, with Erin Robbins once more. I-
Erin Robbins: Sorry, Freddy, I hear we have another segment filmed before the show started. Let's get to that.
Freddy Whoa: Damnit.
Backstage, at the Wachovia Center, approximately an hour before Slam is scheduled to begin, Oblivion is seen walking around. Hank Brown spots The Monster and approaches Oblivion....
Hank Brown: Oblivion. Oblivion, may I have a few quick words with you?
Seems to be preoccupied with something else, Oblivion looks annoyed, as IT rolls IT's eyes, as Hank Brown quickly approaches The Monster....
Hank Brown: Oblivion, I would like to know if I can a few words from you, before Slam?
Oblivion: Well, actually, IT has someth-...
Hank Brown: Great! Now...
Oblivion rolls IT's eyes and quickly throws IT's arms in the air.
Hank Brown: Tonight, you and your partner Night Rider have your highly anticipated match with Jonathan Jakobs and EPPW owner and WCF Internet Champion Eric Price....
Oblivion seems to be getting angry, very quickly as it seems preoocupied, not really paying attention to Hank Brown.
Oblivion: Look... IT has something else to do.
Oblivion tries to walk away. Hank Brown reaches out and grabs Oblivion by the elbow. The Monster stops and looks at IT's own arm then back at Hank Brown, who quickly let's go of Oblivion's arm. Oblivion just snaps as IT grabs the slightly rotund interviewer and slams him against the wall.
Oblivion: IT told you IT was busy. Oblivion told you to leave The Monster alone, but did you listen. Look around....
Hank Brown looks around and there are only a few people around.
Oblivion:...there are barely anyone around. How easy could it be, for you to disappear. You want a response?
Hank Brown: Yes, I would like a respo....
Oblivion: FINE!! Price and Jakobs? Let's say, by the end of the match, they will know what exactly hit them. After the match, their lives will be changed... forever.
Oblivion let's go of Hank Brown, who drops down, after being held up a few inches off the concrete. Hank adjusts himself as Oblivion walks away.
Hank Brown: Thank you, Oblivion. <cough...ugh>
Oblivion walks quickly, looking around.
Oblivion: UGH. What the Hell?!
Oblivion stops, braces ITself up against a wall, while grabbing IT's own head. Trying to shake it off...
Oblivion: What the Hell did that house do to Oblivion?! A house that bleeds? If a house bleeds, can Jon Jakobs or even Eric Price?
While bracing ITslef up, Oblivion looks up and sees a door that is marked... EPPW Owner Eric Price. Oblivion walks in. No knocking. No acting permission to enter, just bursts in.
Eric Price: What he Hell?!?! Who let you in?! Oh, Oblivion what the Hell do YOU want?!
Oblivion grabs IT's head and the complete mannerism of The Monster changes.... Alexander C. Eckhardt looks around. A.C.E. holds out his right hand...
Alexander C. Eckhardt: Alex Eckhardt, Mr. Price. It's a privilege.
Eric Price: I don't know what kind of game, you're playing here Oblivion, but no one is buying this... this... I don't even know what to call this.
Alexander C. Eckhardt: I keep hearing about this Monster... that freak Oblivion. But, I assure you... I may have some similar features as this Oblivion, but my name is Alexander C. Eckhardt and I would like to offer you and Bravado my services. It seems Bravado has been having some problems with some certain individuals. I can help alleviate you with some of your problems. I am a problem solver. I have developed some skills that may come in handy when approached with certain obstacles. So do we have a deal?
Eric Price: Well, Mr. Eckhardt...
At this point, Eric Price notices a cameraman recording through the gap made by the door. Eric Price proceeds to shut the door..
“Hollywood Babylon” plays over the P.A. System, announcing the arrival of Scott Savage and Waylon Cash. They are greeted with a chorus of boos, as they step out onto the entrance ramp. Scott smirks, but Waylon's angered expression doesn't change. They step toward the ring together. Scott climbs up on the apron, and holds the ropes open for his client, before entering the ring himself. Scott grabs a microphone from the ringside attendant, as his music dies down.
Scott Savage: Ladies and gentlemen, we have been fair. We have been clear about our demands, and we have offered Eric Price every opportunity to meet them. He has not. Instead, he sits back, attempting to ignore his employees. This will stand no longer. We at S-PAC find it disgusting that a selfish turncoat such as Steve Orbit is allowed to hold the WCF championship, allowed to tout himself as a role model for the many, impressionable fans. We also object to the idea of Nathan Von Liebert, a disgusting, psychotic kidnapper being the number one contender. As it stands, there could not be a more morally objectionable main event for Revenge.
Freddy Whoa: Well what the hell is his solution?
Erin Robbins: Shut up, and maybe he'll tell us.
Scott Savage: Eric, you know what the right thing to do is. You know that this man, my client, the upstanding role model that is Waylon Cash deserves to be in that main event. It is the right thing for your company, and as much as I hate it, it is the right thing to do for... the fans. So come down here, and answer me face to face.
You Know My Name - by Chris Cornell hits the speakers. Gold lights start flashing as the music starts and the fans slowly begin to stir in a chorus of boos as a figure steps out onto the stage. The boos quieten down slightly in a confused way, as a shock of long, red synthetic hair is hit by the golden lights.
Stood on the stage, in a black pant suit, white shirt and matching tie, her pants area showing an exaggerated and clearly fake bulge, is Ana Valentine, dressed as her Twitter counter-part EricA Price... She stands in an overly cocky way with a smirk on her lips, the crowd begin to laugh and a few cheers break out as she raises the mic to her lips.
EricA Price: In the interest of fair leadership... I have rethought my position, had a diaper change and recollected all of toys back into my pram... EPPW supports Waylon Cash as the TRUE contender for the World Heavy Weight Championship....
Erin Robbins: What the hell is this?!
Freddy Whoa: WOAH! Looks to me like Ana is making good on her threat to make Eric's life hell after he uncerimoniously fired her last week...
Erin Robbins: I'm sick of hearing about how unfair that was... She disrespected EPPW over and over again and finally... enough was just enough!
The cheers begin to spread through the crowd as EricA makes a big show of flicking her hair back and 'readjusting' herself. She nods her head slowly before taking the mic back to her lips.
EricA Price: HOWEVER....Both you, Mr. Savage AND your client, are currently taking up residence in MY ring, where I rightfully stand and spew mindless drivvel, supporting a champion who, honestly, is a glorified circus act!
Despite the shot at Orbit, the crowd are lapping up the parody and cheers rise until they are chanting 'ERICA! ERICA! ERICA!' to which she laughs and raises a hand to encourage the chant.
Erin Robbins: Oh come on now! Why is no one stopping this?!
Freddy Whoa: Lighten up Erin, this is all in good fun!
Erin Robbins: I doubt that and it's certainly NOT in good taste.
EricA Price: Now, Waylon... You of ALL people should know how busy I currently am bending over and taking it from the entire Bravado team. But, since you injured Sarah, I have no one to bitch out to on a regular basis and the sexual frustration at having no one to squeeze my balls so hard they might just burst.... Has left me a little cranky....
The crowds cheers become louder and louder. EricA tries wipe the smile off her face as she continues hr diatribe.
EricA Price: So, with that in mind... I'll give you a title shot... If you make me your bitch... What do you say, we got a deal?
Waylon chuckles, and takes the microphone from Scott.
Waylon Cash: Well... I'll tell you what. You come on down to this ring, I'll be happy to make you my bich, and we can move on like we shoulda been in the first place.
Scott and Waylon share a laugh, as Cash hands the mic back.
Scott Savage: Listen Erica... We have a lot more demands than just that...
EricA cocks her head to the side and pulls a very determined face, as though there's a switch in the personalities... aside from the very slight smirk on her lips.
EricA Price: I come down to that ring and all that happens is a cry like a little girl.... Again. As much as I get off on that... I'm still busy crying over the IRS seizing half my assets for not reporting midget strippers and my 'working' dinners with Larry... Now that Sarah is awake most of the time, I can't grope her as much as I'd like, so... Larry and I have been working things out....
Erin Robbins: Sick.... just sick.
EricA Price: But, I digress.... Here's the deal... I am a self serving asshole, I don't care about your demands, I don't care about what is right for the fans and I sure as hell don't care about the fact that my idea of Fair Leadership is to buttfuck anyone even remotely better than me... Whilst actively sucking Joe's dick as part of the deal that he keeps that title in Bravado and giving handjobs to Gravedigger just to keep him around! BUT most importantly of all.... I AM ERICA PRICE AND I DEMAND RESPECT!!!
EricA laughs slightly and drops the mic to the floor, she turns as if to walk behind the curtain as You Know My Name - by Chris Cornell hits the speakers. Waylon and Scott smile at each other, before making their way to the back as well.
Erin Robbins: Eric Price may not be here, but he is not going to be happy when he sees this.
Freddy Whoa: I can't wait.
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the self-proclaimed "Beast", Tyler Walker.
Erin Robbins: I think this kid has a lot of potential. Look at that physique... he's just a little rough around the edges, and hasn't quite caught on yet.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Currently making his way to the ring, from Santa Monica, California... weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds... TYLER WALKER!
"Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold plays over the PA. The bell tolls twice in the start of the song. 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 the second bell pyros go off on the stage then fog fills the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena the music starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance he slowly raises his arms as four individual burst of fire come from each ring post one by one as arena lights slowly turn on.
Freddy Whoa: And of course Vengeance!
Erin Robbins: This is going to be a collision, plain and simple. These are two huge, strong powerhouses. I wouldn't expect any technical wrestling here.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown... weighing in at three hundred and twenty-five pounds... VENGEANCE!
DING DING DING
The match starts with these two big men charging at each other-- neither man budges. They begin a shoving match, back and forth, which quickly escalates into a slugfest. Walker hits Vengeance with a big right hand that sends him reeling. He closes it, but Vengeance hits him with a kick to the gut, doubling him over. He kicks Walker with another kick to the gut and then scoops him up for a bodyslam.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance just bodyslammed the two hundred and seventy-five pound Tyler Walker like he was nothing.
Erin Robbins: Pure power.
Walker is quick back to his feet-- Vengeance grabs his arm and wrenches it, but Tyler breaks free and the two men lock up. Tyler hits Vengeance with a series of kneelifts and backs him into the corner. Walker hits Vengeance with shoulder thrusts in the corner, before bringing him out and whipping him to the ropes--
Freddy Whoa: Walker with a military press-- he's holding Vengeance in the air as a show of strength, and then slams him to the mat!
Walker hits Vengeance with a headbutt drop, and then covers him.
Erin Robbins: Vengeance kicks outs before two.
Walker grabs Vengeance by the legs and drags him to the center of the ring... and giant swings him into the corner!
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance hits the turnbuckles head first!
Erin Robbins: Tyler Walker is just freakishly strong. Jeez.
Walker pulls Vengeance off the mat and throws him over his shoulders in a fireman's carry--
Freddy Whoa: Setting up for The Crunch!
But Vengeance begins to struggle, and slips out behind Walker! Walker turns around and Vengeance grabs him by the throat!
Erin Robbins: Walker's in trouble!
BUT Walker slaps his hand away and turns the tables, grabbing Vengeance by the throat and hitting a sitout choke bomb!
Freddy Whoa: Brutal! This could be over!
Erin Robbins: Referee in position!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Vengeance is still in it!
Erin Robbins: Tyler Walker might be heading towards his first singles victory tonight!
Tyler grabs Vengeance and puts him in the pumphandle position--
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance powers out, back body drop to Walker!
Walker hits the mat head first. He slowly gets back up as Vengeance takes a few steps back--
Erin Robbins: Vengeance with a big boot to Tyler Walker's face!
Freddy Whoa: And just like that, Vengeance is in control of this match. He almost took Walker's head off!
Vengeance grabs Walker off the mat and whips him to the ropes, hitting a sidewalk slam on the return. He stomps at Tyler a few times before covering him.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout by Tyler Walker, still alive!
Vengeance grabs Walker off the mat and shoves his head between his legs--
Erin Robbins: This is it--
Vengeance delivers a jack knife powerbomb!
Freddy Whoa: LAST RIGHTS! And Vengeance pins Walker once again.
DING DING DING
"Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold plays over the PA.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance picks up the W!
Erin Robbins: He took a lot of punishment from "The Beast" early on, but he fought through it all and ends up with a victory tonight.
The crowd cheers as Vengeance celebrates in the ring, and Tyler heads towards the back.
“The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system of the Nationwide Arena in Philadelphia, PA as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!”
Freddy Whoa: And what would be a night without the chairman of the board making his presence felt.
Eric Price makes his way out on to the entrance stage with a plaque of sorts under his arm and the US and Elite Titles draped around his left shoulder as the crowd showers him with loud boos. He is a wearing a dark brown suit with dark brown pants, a black shirt and black tie as he walks down with a grin on his face.
Erin Robbins: Well … after what we saw earlier, I … don’t even want to comment, I don’t think he knows yet though.
Freddy Whoa: Better for him this way as he makes his way up the ring steps and is asking for a microphone.
Crowd: Erica! Erica! Erica!
Freddy Whoa: Uh-oh … I think this crowd is going to let him know…
Eric looks around the crowd in shock and disgust as he grabs the microphone he is handed.
Eric Price: The hell?!
Crowd: ERICA! ERICA! ERICA!
Eric Price: Whoa wait a second … don’t you dare disrespect me … MY NAME IS MR. ERIC PRICE!!!!
The crowd continues to chant “ERICA” at him!
Erin Robbins: Bunch of disrespectful heathens!
Eric Price: I … SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT UP!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Now then, I am out here to announce EPPW’s first Employee of the Month! This person … this person is courageous, this person is intelligent, this person stood up for what was right and went above and beyond the call of duty to stand up for the ethics, integrity, and morals that EPPW are all about! This person makes sure to be always objective, always unbiased, always informative to our fans. This person is a stellar employee of EPPW and I want to make sure this person is honored therefore, please give a round of well deserved applause to our EPPW Employee of the Month! Drumroll, please!
*Drumroll plays as the crowd waits*
Freddy Whoa: Who’s it gonna be?
Erin Robbins: I wonder who the boss has in mind.
Eric Price: The EPPW Employee of the Month for July 2013 is … ERIN ROBBINS!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Erin get in this ring right now!
Erin Robbins: What? ME?!!! YEAH!!!!
Erin quickly gets up and steps into the ring as the crowd continues to boo loudly
Eric Price: Erin last week stood up for what was right and when someone tried to humiliate me, she took action, she went up to our booth and made sure this large was turned off to ensure I did not suffer any more humiliation. She understands that I need and deserve to be respected and that is why she is our employee of the month! But enough of me, let’s hear from the Employee of the Month herself. Here is your plaque, the floor is yours.
Eric stands back a bit as she is handed the plaque by Eric and a microphone by the ring announcer. Erin smiles and loves the award she receives as she begins to speak.
Erin Robbins: When … when I was hired last month by Sarah Twilight, I had no idea I’d be so supported and appreciated for my work.
Crowd continues to boo loudly as Eric grins in the background from ear to ear
Erin Robbins: I simply did what I felt was the right thing to do because that’s what it’s all about, supporting EPPW and supporting our boss, our fearless leader Mr. Eric Price!
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Erin Robbins: Unlike most of you wastes of oxygen, I actually believe in the fair leadership provided by Bravado, by EPPW, by Eric Price and Sarah Twilight! And to be honored today by you here Mr. Price…
*Eric says without the microphone to her “call me Eric”…*
Erin Robbins: Eric … you truly are the ethics, integrity, and morals of EPPW! And so I want to thank Eric…
“The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system of the Nationwide Arena in Philadelphia, PA as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!”
Eric turns and looks towards the stage with confusion signaling for them to cut his music, a picture of confusion as the crowd erupts into cheers. Erin turns with a look of annoyance and disgust and it almost looks as though she curses under her breath. EricA Price steps out onto the stage to a chorus of cheers and hollers. She laughs slightly as she raises the mic to her lips, but as the mic reaches her lips the smile fades into a serious frown.
EricA Price: Now hold on just one minute, what in the blue hell is this?!
Eric looks irate as he stares at EricA, dressed in that same smart pant suit with a very obvious bulge and the long red wig. EricA pushes her hair back in a overly dramatic way as she starts walking down the ramp.
EricA Price: Erin Robbins as Employee of the Month?! This is an insult to my integrity! I demand Fair Leadership! I DEMAND a recount
Erin steps towards the ropes as EricA reaches the steps and stands by them, staring down Eric and Erin in the ring, the crowd are going wild, chanting
ERICA – ERICA - ERICA
Eric Price: What … what sort of shenanigans are these?
EricA Price: I was about to ask you the same question you parasite!
Crowd cheers loudly
Eric Price: The hell … who … is that … what the hell are you doing here? I FIRED YOU LAST WEEK!
EricA Price: You can’t fire me! I AM FAIR LEADERSHIP!
Eric asks Erin to leave the ring and return to her announcer’s position and she leaves the ring as Eric looks positively irate at what he is seeing
Eric Price: Now … I don’t know what kind of stunt you’re pulling here or what this is all about but you need to leave immediately!
EricA Price: You need to leave immediately, you’re in my ring. My name is EricA Price and I am Fair Leadership!
The crowd cheers loudly as Eric starts pacing back and forth like a mad man outright seething with rage
Eric Price: Look, I know it’s you Ana! Let it go, I don’t know what your scheming here but if it’s to get your job back, well forget it, I fired your ass last week and I can have you thrown out of this arena again!
EricA Price: You can’t fire me! I OWN THIS COMPANY. I AM THE CHAIRMAN OF THE OWNER OF THE CIO OF THE CHAMPIONSHIPS OF EVERYTHING OF EPPW! AND I DEMAND THAT YOU LEAVE MY RING THIS INSTANT!
Crowd: ERICA! ERICA! ERICA!
Eric looks around at the crowd, his eyes wide open in disgust at them and at “EricA” Price standing in front of him
Eric Price: SHUT UP! I SAID … SHUT UP! HOW DARE YOU PEOPLE CHEER THIS?! I AM THE CHAIRMAN OF THE BOARD OF EPPW, I AM THE OWNER OF EPPW, I AM THE CIO OF EPPW, I AM THE EPPW INTERNET CHAMPION, AND THE EPPW ELITE CHAMPION AND I DESERVE TO BE RESPECTED!!!!
Crowd: ERICA! ERICA! ERICA!
Eric Price: DAMN IT, I DESERVE TO BE RESPECTED! Ana, you cut this out right now, LEAVE! NOW!!!!
EricA Price: I DESERVE TO BE RESPECTED AND YOU … YOU LEAVE NOW!!!
Eric Price: You can’t tell me to leave, I own this place, this is my company! You were fired last week, you shouldn’t even be here you delusional bitch! Honestly, I beat you, I beat you in the middle of this ring last week and I guess I must have bashed your head in something fierce because what the hell kind of abomination is this?! Is this supposed to be you getting your job back?! Well you know what, screw you, you’re still fired! GET OUT!
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
EricA laughs slightly despite herself and steps right up into Eric’s face, her nose only a few inches from his, thanks to the hidden lifts in her shoes making her exactly the right height. Eric notices this with a scowl as he glares right back into her eyes. EricA smirks speaking into the mic.
EricA Price: You, are nothing… You are a delusional old fool with too much time on his hands… Why don’t you ask the people here tonight who the TRUE owner of EPPW is?!
The crowd erupt into cheers once again chanting ERICA – ERICA – ERICA
Eric Price: SHUT UP! You don’t know anything!! Just –
EricA Price: No, ‘Eric’ YOU SHUT UP! Look around you… I’m not the joke here…. YOU ARE!
Almost hidden from the camera, as she drops the mic, EricA breaks character for just a second, blowing a kiss at Eric that very nearly actually touches him, due to their vicinity to eachother…
Eric Price: How dare you?! HOW DARE YOU?!
Erin Robbins: This is disgraceful!
Freddy Whoa: This is hilarious!
Eric Price: You truly are an embarrassment to this company, to humanity, to everyone here, to everyone all over the world because you’re what’s wrong with the world! You’re just like these losers in Philadelphia … oh yeah, she’s just like all of you miserable piss ants! A JOKE, a complete and utter joke! I actually own this company Ana and yes I will call you Ana because you know you’re Ana Valentine, you know it, I know it, even these pathetic cheese steak loving fat asses know it! YOU … ARE … ANA … VALENTINE! I don’t know what the meaning of this charade is but it ends, IT ENDS NOW!!!!
EricA Price: This charade ends now! I AM THE OWNER OF EPPW AND YOU GET OUT OF MY RING NOW! There’s only room for one of us here and that’s the real owner and chairman of this company, ME!
Crowd cheers loudly
Eric Price: No …. NO!!! You don’t get it do you?!!! You are nothing but a lying and deceitful bitch!
EricA Price: Oh shut up, just SHUT UP! BLAH BLAH BLAH, these people don’t want to listen to a fraud like you, they want to hear from the real owner of EPPW … ME! They want to hear all my wishes, all my desires, all my love and admiration for them and many others.
Eric Price: What the hell are you talking about?! CUT OFF HER MICROPHONE!
EricA Price: No, I own this company, you cut off his microphone!
Eric Price: CUT IT OFF!!
EricA Price: CUT IT OFF!!!
Eric Price: SHUT UP!!! You … I …. Ana … drop it! Okay, I know it’s you, drop it! This is all about you wanting your job back but more than that, why don’t I tell these people about your little secret love obsession with Sarah Twilight! Hmm … why don’t we go into that train wreck of a non-relationship because we all know you loved her and you still love her!
EricA Price: You want to get into conversations about Sarah Twilight?! YOU. SEXUALLY. ASSAULTED. HER! Passing yourself off as her boss to gain access to her hospital room so you could force yourself on her...
Eric flounders slightly as though trying to gather the words... EricA laughs slightly and nods her head, she steps even closer to him, her nose literally touching his as she smiles. She doesn't raise the mic to her lips this time, but Eric's mic is still high enough to catch her whispered threat.
EricA Price: Do it... Lose it... I dare you...
EricA then very, very slowly, raises a fingers and jabs Eric in the chest. Before he has time to react she is laughing again and with a wink takes a step or two back, opening her arms out in invitation.
EricA Price: Come on then, fat-boy, show this crowd here it's your ring... Lay a finger on me.. EricA Price, not Ana Valentine... but ME! EricA! DO IT! I. DARE. YOU!
Eric looks like he’s ready to fight, he loosens his tie and starts taking off his sport coat as the crowd is on their feet cheering but then he decides to put it back and straighten his tie back up as the crowd’s cheers immediately turn to boos.
Eric Price: I know what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to bait me into beating the hell out of you. Bait me and since you’re not under contract, then you sue me and slander me some more well that’s just not going to happen!
Crowd: You’re a coward! You’re a coward! You’re a coward!
Eric Price: You think those chants will get you anywhere? Why don’t you shut up and let me finish my business here?! Now then, you love smitten cheap tart, the fact is you know you loved Sarah Twilight but what people don’t know about you … oh yeah, I know … is that you tried to molest her, that’s right!
EricA just laughs at this accusation!
Eric Price: See, when I went to see her in the hospital, I simply embraced her as my employee because I care about my employees, I care about my staff and she is a dear friend of mine. But don’t misinterpret that as forcing myself on her because unlike you, I do believe in equal rights! I believe in fair treatment of women! But Ana and yes you’re Ana, I fired you because YOU DESERVED TO BE FIRED! YOU’RE A LOSER! I BEAT YOU!!!
EricA does not look pleased at this statement
Eric Price: Last week, I pinned you in this ring 1 – 2 – 3 and YOU LOST!!! I THEN FIRED YOU BECAUSE YOU DESERVED IT! I … AM … BETTER … THAN … YOU!
EricA looks like she’s ready to get it on here with a fight
Eric Price: Oh yeah come on, let’s do it, DO IT! PROVOKE ME!!! MAKE ME BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU!!!
EricA looks absolutely fuming as she steps up to Eric, there is no change in her expression as she raises the mic to her lips...
EricA Price: Oh but Eric... As a clearly mentall handicapped employee.... I just want to embrace you, like you did Kari... AND Sarah!
Before Eric can react EricA has kissed Eric hard on the mouth, EricA then jumps back and wipes at her lips looking thoroughly disgusted but trying to maintain the facade.
EricA Price: EricA Price cares about her employees... Equal rights, all in the name of Fair Leadership...
EricA stands against the ropes looking at Eric with a strong, confident smile on her tainted lips.
Eric is on the opposite side of the ring spitting out and wiping his lips in disgust at the kiss that “EricA” placed on him
Eric Price: I …
Eric appears shocked and is trying to get his bearings
Erin Robbins: I think our fearless leader didn’t expect that to happen!
Eric Price: Equal … you … GET OUT! JUST GET OUT!
EricA Price: You didn’t like the kiss? I know you like to kiss women!
Eric Price: GET OUT! LEAVE NOW!!!!
Eric looks at “EricA” as he is completely infuriated at her and downright ready to tear her limb from limb!
EricA slowly turns on her heels and slips between the ropes, she turns back to look at Eric and very purposefully winks at him, as she does this, his mic is cut off and “The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system. EricA jumps down from the apron, before turning back to Eric with a smirk and mouths to him...
EricA Price: Whose the bitch now?
EricA blows Eric a kiss with another wink as the crowd erupts into cheers, EricA walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain to a chant of
ERICA - ERICA - ERICA
Whilst Eric stands fuming in the middle of the ring.
Eric fuming demands another microphone and it works
Eric Price: CUT THE MUSIC! No no, you all liked that didn’t you? Me being embarrassed, humiliated, disrespected?!
Eric Price: Well you know what you won’t like?! Ana Valentine … YOU’RE STILL FIRED!!! And you know why, because you DESERVED TO BE FIRED!!!! YOU DESERVED TO BE FIRED!!! LAUGH NOW!!! LAUGH NOW!!!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric drops the microphone angrily on the ring canvas as “The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing again over the speaker system and he starts storming out of the ring with a maniacal look of fury on his face!
Freddy Whoa: So … Ana Valentine also known as EricA Price remains fired.
Erin Robbins: I will not comment on this hideous display we just witnessed. Our boss deserves far better than that and that … bitch deserves to remain fired!
Freddy Whoa: Well Eric Price certainly not having a good night tonight! But we have to wonder if this is the last we’ll ever see of “EricA”?
The titantron begins to pop up. A binary code pops up.
"01010100 01101111 01101110 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100"
"01000011 01101100 01100001 01110010 01101011"
"01000001 01100100 01110010 01101001 01100001 01101110"
"01010111 01101001 01101100 01101100"
"01001011 01101001 01100011 01101011"
"01000001 01110011 01110011"
More codes begin to pop up until the titantron goes black. Suddenly, "Weapon of Vanity" by Soilwork blasts through the PA. Clark Adrian walks out from backstage with his arms raised up. Notably, he has a microphone in his hand.
Kyle Steel: From Kansas, New Jersey...weighing 179 lbs...The 3rd Generation Badass...CLAAARK ADRIAAAANNN!!!!
Clark Adrian walks down the ramp, telling people to make more noise. There is a mixed crowd here. Some boos, some cheers and a few girls screaming out for him. When he reaches the ring, he slides through the ropes and raises his arm up high. He gets on the turnbuckle and raises the microphone to the crowd, allowing them to hear their own cheers and boos. He gets off and takes his vest off.
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 WCF fans 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.
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.
Both men are staring each other down as the referee stands in the center and calls for the bell. The referee steps back as Robinson and Adrian step towards the center and immediately lock-up. Robinson immediately takes the advantage due to the size difference and puts Adrian in a headlock. Adrian shoves Robinson off and into the ropes, Robinson bounces off and shoulder blocks his opponent to the mat. Adrian quickly gets back up and runs at Robinson again who misses with a clothesline. Adrian leaps into the air but Robinson just barely catches him and puts him down with a backbreaker, tossing him to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Both men are clearly not huge in stature, but The Punisher definitely has the advantage here.
Erin Robbins: Definitely not for long though!
Robinson goes to pick up the 3rd Generation Badass but receives a poke to the eye as thanks and Adrian hits him with an eyerake, causing the referee to keep telling him to watch out or he’ll be DQ’d. Adrian starts nailing Robinson with some big chops bringing out “WOOs” from the crowd Ric Flair style. Robinson starts shaking off the chops until finally they aren’t even phasing him and he viciously clotheslines Adrian to the mat showing a little bit of a temper. Adrian rolls away and gets up but is sent flying by a picture perfect dropkick by Robinson.
Freddy Whoa: Beautiful dropkick by Matthew Robinson!
Erin Robbins: Eh, it was ok.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on! Well at least give credit to that belly to belly suplex that he just gave Adrian.
Robinson goes for an armbar, but Adrian spins around quickly and kicks at Robinson’s hands and crawls back to the ropes wisely. He gets up and measures Robinson before charging at him. Robinson misses a clothesline. Adrian bounces off and Robinson bends over for a back drop but Adrian leaps over Robinson, grabs on and flips him over in a sunset flip maneuver holding on for the pin.
1..instant kick out, the one count almost didn’t even happen.
Adrian looks at the ref holding up two fingers saying it should have been a two count.
Freddy Whoa: Does Adrian even realize that a 2 count is no better than a 1 count? It’s still not a pin!
Robinson is back up and Adrian turns to kick him but Robinson grabs the foot. Adrian’s eyes go wide as he shakes his head no. Robinson grins and nods his head but Adrian leaps up and goes for an enziguri. Robinson sees it coming and ducks, holding onto Adrian’s foot as he crashes to the mat. Robinson starts to pull him towards him for a submission maneuver but Adrian rolls turns over and kicks Robinson backwards. Robinson uses the momentum to bounce off the far ropes and leapfrogs Adrian who drops to the mat as he comes back. Adrian tries to leap frog Robinson as he comes back again but The Punisher lives up to his name as he catches him and plants him with a ring-shattering spinebuster!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: He’s going to have to try harder than that to pin a 3rd Generation Badass!
Adrian slowly gets up and starts trading lefts and rights with Robinson. Robinson ducks one of the rights, and picks Adrian up. He goes to drop him for a back suplex, but Adrian flips over his shoulders, lands on the mat, bounces off the nearby ropes and uses the momentum to drop a knee right across the Punisher’s forehead. Adrian is on him and starts pounding away at the place where he dropped his knee in an attempt to bust him open. Robinson is back up and receives a kick to the midsection, followed by a capture suplex.
Robinson slowly gets up and sidesteps the charging Adrian, sending him over the ropes. Adrian catches the ropes and lands on the apron. Robinson is on top of him and kicks him in the midsection, bending him over. Robinson gets him ready for a DDT from the middle rope, but Adrian stops him with a low blow. The referee is in Adrian’s face telling him one more stunt like that and the bell will ring. Adrian just smirks at the referee. He pulls the referee in the way as Robinson runs at him. Robinson barely stops himself.
Adrian sidesteps the referee, gives Robinson a kick to the midsection and delivers a beautiful fireman’s carry to The Punisher. Adrian stands up and gets ready for Matthew Robinson, standing in an amateur wrestling stance. Robinson is up and approaches Adrian who sidesteps him and goes for a leg takedown but Robinson hammers him in the back, knocking him to the mat. Adrian goes for another leg takedown and gets a stiff kick to the face, dazing the 3rd Generation Badass. Adrian stumbles around and is kicked in the midsection and dropped to the mat with a big powerbomb by The Punisher.
Adrian slowly gets up and Robinson is stalking him from behind, grabbing him as soon as he stands and dropping him back to the mat with a german suplex. Robinson pounces on Adrian before he can move and puts him in a bodyscissors trying to wear down Adrian. Adrian tries fight back but Robinson grabs his arm and applies a half nelson. He holds this move in for a minute or two before getting up, pulling Adrian up to a standing position. He whips Adrian across the ring. Adrian bounces off the ropes and catches Robinson by surprise with a last ditch effort spearing him to the mat. Adrian starts raining blows down on The Punisher who is holding his arms up blocking them. Robinson grabs Adrian’s arms and headbutts him. Adrian rolls away and uses the ropes to help himself up. Robinson runs over at him and Adrian drops to the mat, pulling down on the top rope. Robinson flies over but narrowly grabs onto the ropes. He dangles and kicks until he can get his feet on the apron and pulls himself to a standing position. Adrian is holding his arms up as the crowd boos. He thinks he sent Robinson to the outside, possibly injuring him and turning the tide of the match. He turns around to go after him when all he sees is Robinson flying at him. His schooling from the two previous generations of family members kicks in and he deftly moves to the side as Robinson crashes onto the mat. Robinson is somehow able to get back up but Adrian quickly takes advantage of the situation and hits him with a big superkick right to the jaw…Made You Look!!
The referee slides into position.
"Weapon of Vanity" by Soilwork starts playing and the crowd boos as the referee raises the 3rd Generation Badass’ hand in victory.
Freddy Whoa: Well that was a pretty impressive match right there Erin…
Erin Robbins: Definitely, both men put up a great fight…
As Robinson regains his composure in the ring, he is suddenly attacked from behind by Lionheart who delivers a clubbing blow to the back of Robinson’s head.
Freddy Whoa: And yet again, this Lionheart guy is attacking Robinson…
Erin Robbins: What worries me though is Brandon Stevens is nowhere to be seen…
Lionheart then locks Robinson up in a camel clutch making him face the stage as Brandon Stevens can be seen walking out on stage with a microphone in hand, dragging a heavily pregnant woman who is handcuffed and has a light brown burlap sack over her head, onto the stage with him as the fans boo heavily.
Freddy Whoa: Well that explains why Brandon wasn’t out here earlier with Lionheart…
Erin Robbins: I think I have an idea of who that woman is that Brandon has…
Brandon smirks as he raises the microphone to his lips and places his free hand onto the woman’s head taking hold of the sack.
Brandon Stevens: Ladies and gentlemen…please let me introduce to you all…making her first ever WCF televised appearance! The wife of ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson…
Stevens then rips the sack off of the woman’s head to reveal her to be Stacy Robinson, her eyes red raw and black mascara staining her cheeks from crying. In the ring when Robinson notices his wife he begins to struggle but Lionheart is too powerful.
Brandon Stevens: Now Matthew, my client and I know how much pride you have when it comes to wrestling…so we had an idea on how to test just how much pride you actually have. You see, we know that you come out here for these fans and you come out to win matches, if you fail, yes you’re disappointed but you’re pleased because you put one hundred percent into the match. So here’s what’s going to happen…at the Revenge Pay-Per-View next Sunday…my client is going to face you in a Tables match…if you deliberately let my client win the match, you’ll get to see your wife again however suffer the consequence of having zero pride for this business…but if you win the match…you’ll never see her ever again! The ball is in your court Matthew, how much pride for this business do you really have?
Stevens then drops the microphone and begins to drag Stacy to the back as in the ring, Lionheart picks Robinson up and nails him with ‘Feeding Time’ before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp smirking as the fans boo heavily.
Scott Savage makes his way through the backstage hallways, taking no notice of anyone around him. His attentiveness almost causes him to slam right into an angry looking Eric Price. Scott straightens out his tie, before speaking to the seething man.
Scott Savage: Well hello Eric, I tru-
Eric Price: No! You shut up and listen! You have to get Ana under control. It has gone too far, and I think you know it!
Scott Savage: I haven't the faintest idea what you mean? You fired Ana Valentine. My new client's name is EricA, and she's just making a name for herself.
Eric's glare grows even angrier.
Eric Price: I swear to god, I will have her arrested and fired again!
Scott Savage: You can't.
Eric Price: What do you mean?
Scott Savage: Erica has... a very rare issue. She has been diagnosed with gender neutral, platiorhythmic dismorphic disorder, with underlying tones of Botkin's disease. If you try to fire her, I won't just have S-PAC in your office. The ACLU will be there right alongside us.
Eric Price: I'm not interested in playing this stupid game! I'm tired of you thinking your group of miscreants can turn my show into your own personal joke! It ends now! At Revenge, I'm going to force your clients to defend their tag team titles.
Scott Savage: I am sure they would be more than happy to have the challenge.
Eric Price: Good, then it's settled. Waylon Cash, John Gobble ... and Erica Price in a tag team title match against Oblivion, Terry Roberts, and Night Rider, in a six man tag match. I for one, can not wait to watch them destroy all three of your clients. Then they'll be out of my misery for good.
Scott Savage: I don't think this one is going to go the way you want. The greatest mistake you could make right now is to underestimate us.
Eric Price: I don't think we have to worry about that.
Eric turns and walks away with the last word, as Scott sends an evil smirk after him.
The “Michael Meyers” Theme starts playing throughout the arena as the lights go out in the arena and the music hits and while the lights are out and the entrance music is playing … about a minute later the lights go up and Havok is in the middle of the ring!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, standing at 5’ 11”, weighing in at 290 lbs., he is “The Insane One” HAVOK!!!
Freddy Whoa: And Havok looking to make a name for himself here as he goes one on one with Tek!
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. He makes is way down the ramp to the crowd booing him.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Santa Monica, CA, standing at 6’ 2”, weighing in at 225 lbs., he is “The Cold Blooded” TEK!!!!
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 his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: And here we go, this match underway!
Erin Robbins: Indeed here we go as the bell rings!
Freddy Whoa: Both men staring each other down and Tek not wasting any time here and WHOA … he slaps the taste right out of Havok’s mouth!
Erin Robbins: Tek asserting himself as he wants to be respected in this company! But Havok isn’t going to take this and he clotheslines Tek who did not expect that so soon this match. And … cover!
Freddy Whoa: And a kick out. He really wanted to end this matchup early but I doubt Tek would allow that so easily.
Erin Robbins: No doubt, he wants to prove a point and Tek is up quickly here. He grabs Havok who has the momentum but oh no, a DDT! Quick DDT to Havok! Cover!
Freddy Whoa: And another kick out, this time from Havok! WHOA … both competitors really wanted to end this match quickly! And both men up now and they stare at each other momentarily, the hatred obvious from one to the other.
Erin Robbins: Yes, no love lost here. Both looking to establish themselves although Tek is a former People’s Champion and Tag Team Champion!
Freddy Whoa: Absolutely, this would be a great upset if Havok were to pull off the victory here!
Erin Robbins: And Tek now grabbing Havok and putting him in a side headlock, trying to get wear down this insane individual.
Freddy Whoa: Two individuals who are rather unstable honestly. The headlock is slowly wearing Havok down here. Tek really putting pressure here as the referee proceeds to check Havok’s arm to see if he’s still in this … and HE IS!!! He lifts his arm up here to show that he’s still in this match.
Erin Robbins: Yes and surprise, he grabs Tek and suplex to Tek! Wow, but Havok catching his breath here and cover again!
Freddy Whoa: And Tek kicks out yet again! Tek showing his resilience here!
Erin Robbins: But Havok going to grab Tek here and try to set him up for the Payback!
Freddy Whoa: And here we go, Piledriver!
Erin Robbins: Wait a minute, Tek grabs him by the legs, SMALL PACKAGE!
No! Havok escapes it! Havok has had enough. He Clotheslines Tek down then rolls out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Where is he going?
Havok grabs a chair from ringside and slides back into the ring.
Erin Robbins: What the hell does he think he's doing?
Havok swings and decks Tek with the chair! The fans boo as the ref calls for the bell.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by DQ... TEK!
Havok raises the chair above him and smashes Tek with it once more. He then throws the chair down angrily and leaves the ring.
Backstage in the S-PAC locker room, it is obvious the group are unaware they are being filmed as the general air; aside from Scott Savage is a very casual one. They are dotted about the room, talking amongst themselves. Scott stands nearest the door, his arms folded across his broad chest, looking a little agitated as “EricA Price” stands about a foot away from him, leaning against the wall.
“EricA” shifts slightly and pulls a pair of rolled up socks from her pants, holding them out in front of her she waves them slightly at Waylon and John as she laughs, a normal, Ana like laugh, breaking character as she is unaware of the camera.
Ana Valentine: Seriously guys... how do you deal with this!? I’ve never been SO uncomfortable! Having something between my legs is usually a lot more fun....!
As Waylon and John start laughing she shoves the socks back down her pants to re-create the slight bulge. She adjusts it briefly, her other hand itching at her scalp under the long red wig. Scott sighs heavily in a growingly agitated way and shakes his head.
Ana Valentine: What?! I was joking....
Scott Savage: Yes. A lot of things appear to be a joke to you as of late...
Ana smirks slightly and adjusts her wig with a tug; she turns and looks at Scott with a glint in her eye.
Ana Valentine: Oh lighten up already!
She moves past him to leave the room and as she does she turns back with a very stern expression on her face, but still the glint in her eye.
EricA Price: Or you’re FIRED!
“EricA Price” then leaves the room, leaving the door ajar behind her. Scott stands in the corner quietly smoldering, as a chuckling Waylon Cash walks up to him.
Waylon Cash: She's winnin' matches, Beast.
Scott Savage: She is ruining her brand... and ours along with it.
Waylon Cash: Our brand is fine. We're still wreckin' shit... you gotta let her have her fun.
Scott Savage: Why don't you let me worry about my clients? You have enough to worry about. You have AoD at Revenge. You had better start preparing yourself. In your current shape, I have a feeling Oblivion is going to eat you alive.
Scott gives Waylon a cold glare, before walking out of the room, leaving the speechless wrestler behind.
Kyle Steel: the following contest is scheduled for one fall.
"The Fire” by Rev Theory hits.
Kyle Steel: makings his way to the ring from Miami, Florida weighing in at 220 lbs the Florida Cracker John Barber.
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. 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.
Freddy Whoa: John's looking confident as ever i have a good feeling we're looking at the winner of this one.
Erin Robbins: Are you crazy Aaron Pearle's going to wipe the floor with this smuck.
“Popular” by Nada Surf hits.
Kyle Steel: making his way to the ring from Hyannis, MA “The Lustrous One” Aaron Pearle.
Aaron Pearle walks out from the gorilla position, arms outstretched, shouting “Here I am!!!!”. When he doesn’t get his expected reaction, Pearle folds his arms across his chest and glares. He swaggers to the ring chastising the crowd for not cheering him. At some point he stops close to a pretty girl or cute child and taunts handing them the necklace of beads he wears.
Aaron Pearle gets into the ring and starts whaling on John Barber beating him down like theirs no tomorrow as the ref rings the bell. and Aaron Pearle has the early Advantage in this one
Freddy Whoa: come on ref get this under control Pearle with cheap shot after cheap shot
Erin Robbins nothing cheap about it maybe next time Barber will keep his eyes on his opponent.
Aaron Pearle gets pulled away from Barber by the ref just as the ref lets him go he goes after barber again only to be hit with a belly-to-belly suplex and he goes for the pin.
NO Pearle kicks out at 2
Erin Robbins: Pearle kicks out he's not out of this one yet
Freddy Whoa: he got lucky Barber will get him.
Barber goes for a pin again
NO Pearle quickly kicks out the gets up and puts Barber into a Headlock Barber backs Pearle against the ropes and tosses him off Pearle bounces off the ropes on the other side and on his way back nails Barber with a Running forearm smash Pearle goes for the pin.
2NO Barber kicks out at 1 and a half
Erin Robbins: Both men going at it whose gonna win this one.
Aaron Pearle gets up and goes after John Barber hitting Barber with a Running forearm smash again, then goes for a Jumping elbow drop only for Barber to move out of the way.
Freddy Whoa: he's gonna feel that one in the morning.
Aaron Pearle gets up and John Barber grabs him and hits him with a dropkick Aaron Pearle is down and Barber heads to the top
Freddy Whoa: if he hits this then he could win the match.
Just as Barber gets to the top he is stopped by Aaron Pearle who gets up top and pulls off a massive superplex off the top rope.
Erin Robbins: OMG what a superplex both men are down the ref is going to count them out.
both men are starting to get up but the ref is still counting.
both men get up completely and the ref stops the count and the match continues Aaron Pearle grabs John Barber and applies the Bearhug to him it don't last long Barber takes his arms and slams them against bot sides of Pearle's head as Pearle lets Barber go Barber grabs Pearle and hits him with a brain buster and goes for the pin only to be rolled up by Aaron Pearle who grabs the tights for leverage.
Erin Robbins: Pearle was only playing possum sly move Aaron sly move.
Freddy Whoa: What are you talking about he's cheating.
Erin Robbins: its not cheating unless the ref sees it.
Erin Robbins: Come on ref that was 3
Freddy Whoa: not so fast Aaron Pearle cheaters don't get off that easily
Pearle looking furious you didn't get a three count he's yelling at the ref to get the count right, he grabs John Barber and hits him with a snap suplex then another and another then Aaron Pearle looks to end this match he grabs Barber and hits him with the Luster Buster.
Freddy Whoa: whoa what a Luster Buster that has to be it.
Erin Robbins: game set and match right their
3-NO Barber Kicks out at 2 and a half.
Erin Robbins: come on ref that was a 3.
Freddy Whoa: not so fast Erin Barber got his shoulder up just in the nick of time
Aaron Pearle get up argues with the ref with frustration on his face while the ref checks on John Barber goes to the turnbuckle and takes the turnbuckle off only to be caught by the ref.
Ref: what do you think your doing this isn't a no Dq match
the ref grabs the turnbuckle pad and goes to reattach it while the ref looks away and John Barber gets up only to be kicked in the groin by Aaron Pearle
Freddy Whoa: REF TURN AROUND he just cheated REF REF!!!!!!!!!
Erin Robbins: Freddy Calm down its not cheating if you dont get caught
Aaron Pearle goes up for his patent Pearle Dive and hits it the ref hears the crash and turns
“Popular” by Nada Surf hits again and the announcer says
Kyle Steel: the winner of the match “The Lustrous One" Aaron Pearle
Freddy Whoa: What a bunch of crap John Barber just had the match stolen from him Aaron Pearle should have been DQ and everyone knows it.
Erin Robbins: not everyone the ref saw nothing and that's the man making the calls and he made the right call.
Eric is shown pacing around furiously backstage in his office as he’s looking over some papers and hears a knock on the door.
Eric Price: Come in!
Eric Price is shown still pacing around as he sees Steeltoe Joe and Emmaleigh Shae walk into his office
Eric Price: Ah excellent, I’m glad you’re both here.
Emmaleigh Shae: Yer called us here! Now what yer wantin’?
Eric Price: What do I want? Oh well, it seems that I’ve been going over some documents here and your past is quite a colorful one.
Emmaleigh Shae: Ye blathering, what ye tryna say?
Eric Price: What I’m talking about is back in Ireland … the IRA … do the names Louth, Galway, and Leitrim ring a bell?
Emmaleigh Shae: The fuck tis eejit…
Eric Price: That not enough for you … how about the Sligo incident? Do you remember that? You see, I know a few things about you Ms. Shae and although your documentation passed muster upon first inspection, it seems there were a few oddities that I had investigated.
STJ: Investigated? What are you talking about Eric? I know Emmaleigh and she followed the word of the lord!
Eric Price: The lord? Oh that’s rich! The only lord she follows is the lord of money, the lord of wanton destruction because she is no follower of the word of God nor any type of religious figure. You see, I found out the truth about you Ms. Shae!
Emmaleigh Shae: Igore the fuckin’ barmy yank, he ain’t got no idea what he’s talkin’ bout!
Steeltoe Joe looks at her suspiciously as Eric Price grins as he continues to speak
Eric Price: Oh I know exactly what I’m saying Ms. Shae! You see, I did my research and it seems that Interpol’s been after you for a while and you tried to pass yourself off as a good girl here in my company. You can drop the act by the way Ms. Shae because I know that you were part of a conspiracy cell back in Ireland. You caused more destruction and damage than even this dossier recounts.
STJ looks at Emmaleigh with some doubt
Eric Price: Between the subway stations and the government structures, you didn’t do any of this in the name of “God”, you did it in the name of this splinter faction with whom you closely worked with but what surprises me is that you were the best at eluding Interpol because it seems they’ve caught almost everyone responsible for the Sligo incident except for you, you had dropped off the face of the earth, that is until you resurfaced here in my company! You changed your name, you changed your identity completely so in reality, I don’t know who you are but what I do know is that you’re gone!
STJ: But this can’t be true Eric, Emmaleigh, this can’t be true!
Emmaleigh Shae: Tis ejit speaks lies. Listen to the path, to the word of the lord! He will be our savior! Only he knows the righteous path!
Eric hands the dossier to Joe who looks it over. He starts looking it over but Emmaleigh tries to stop him
Eric Price: I’m telling you Joe, it’s all there.
STJ: I … I don’t know what to say. Emmaleigh, why?
Emmaleigh Shae: Why? Why? Why did ye do this to me Price? I was trying to help the world, to save everyone and you had to come up with this again. Besides, those people deserved it, THEY DESERVED IT!
Two men in black suits appear from behind Emmaleigh Shae and grab her by the arms, handcuff her and start dragging her away
Emmaleigh Shae: Price … ye fuckin’ dead! Yer can’t do this to me! Ye think ye know who I am!? Yer messin’ with the wrong fuckin’ person….
Eric Price: I’m simply doing the right thing!
STJ approaches her as the men are dragging her away
STJ: Wait! WAIT!!!
Joe looks at her for a moment inquisitively and before she can even react as she is let go while handcuffed, Joe deliver a Baptism right to Shae, knocking her down!
Eric Price: That’s right Joe, she’s nothing but a common criminal! You did the right thing my friend!
The Interpol agents quickly grab Shae and drag her away and as she is dazed, she starts screaming
Emmaleigh Shae: Yer dead Price! Ye hear me, YER DEAD!!!
Eric looks off a bit concerned at what she said while being dragged away as Joe walks back into his office
Eric Price: I guess the truth hurts.
Eric Price grins and shakes STJ’s hand as the scene fades to black.
"Another brick in the wall" by Pink Floyd starts playing as NBK Inc. appears on the EPPWtron. Out steps Adam Young and his trio of warriors, Prohibir el negro, Lucifer, and Pepper. The group heads towards the ring with the trademark icey stares.
Freddy Whoa: Here is Adam Young's group, Natural Born Killers Inc.
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. The bike ramps not in place though, people wondering where Jeff is.
"You can sound the alarm
A pyro goes off and up through the stage in Rey Mysterio fashion, Jeff Purse comes flying, belt on his shoulder. Kari comes out from the back as Jeff walks down the aisles, pandering to the crowd. Slapping fives, signing autographs quickly, making his fans happy.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Upon entering the ring, he throws his hands up in the middle of the ring, corner pyros of red and green shoot out. He takes off his aviator sunglasses and throws them in the audience, and Kari takes his belt. He turns and sits up on the turnbuckle, waiting for his opponent.
Erin Robbins: And here is Jeff Purse, the ultimate scumbag. Still don't believe he was dumb enough to let Sarah play him like she did.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah... HE'S the scumbag...
Synchronicity (Part 2) hits and the fans erupt!.... but no one steps out from the back.
Erin Robbins: Where is the Polar Phantasm?
Even Purse seems confused. He looks towards Adam Young angrily, wondering if maybe the NBK attacked Polar, but they seem as surprised as Purse is.
Freddy Whoa: Where is the co-Hardcore Champion? Purse's TV Title is on the line here....
Kyle Steel seems to be hearing something in his headset. He grabs a mic.
Kyle Steel: Per orders of the head of EPPW, Eric Price, this match will now be a HANDICAPPED, THREE ON ONE TELEVISION TITLE MATCH.
The fans begin to boo as Purse turns around and NBK Inc. immediately strikes! Prohibir El Negro, Lucifer and Pepper are all beating Purse down simultaneously as Adam Young watches from the outside.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is going on here!? This isn't right! Where is the leader of Cryogenix.. where is the Polar Phantasm!?
This isn't a match so much as a mugging. Lucifer and Negro hold Jeff as Pepper fires off several left and right hands. Eventually they throw Jeff towards Pepper, who hits a Big Boot. Purse gets up and Pepper grabs his throat.
Erin Robbins: Here comes a Chokeslam!
Pepper lifts Purse up but PURSE REVERES IT INTO A DDT! PIN!
No, Negro and Lucifer quickly break it up. They then lift Purse up and Lucifer hits a Steiner Screwdriver.
Freddy Whoa: He calls that the Graveyard. I can't watch this... it just isn't right.
Erin Robbins: We're finding out what kind of Champion Purse really is, Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: Against three guys!?
Prohibir El Negro is on the top, he flies off... 450 Elbow Drop!
Erin Robbins: And that is the Muerte Desde Arriba.
Purse is out of it. Pepper pulls him in as Adam Young cheers from the outside and pulls him in, lifts him and hits a Jacknife Powerbomb.
Freddy Whoa: Peppered. Jeff Purse just got Peppered.
Pepper pins Purse as Lucifer and Prohibir El Negro pile on top of him. The ref has no choice but to count the pin.
Erin Robbins: HA! HA! HAAAA!
The bell sounds, the fans are in disbelief.
Freddy Whoa: I don't believe this...
Kyle Steel hesitates before grabbing his mic and making the announcement.
Kyle Steel: Your winners, and collectively, the new holders of the Television Title.... Pepper, Lucifier, and Prohibir El Negro... NBK Inc.
The fans boo as Adam Young joins them in the ring. Young snatches the Television Title from Kyle Steel and raises it high in the air.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young isn't the Champion but his boys are. Adam Young holding the WCF Television Championship... I never thought I'd see the day.
We go to commercial as the fans continue to boo.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. Angel of Darkness 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. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her partner.
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, the strobes end, the house lights return to normal. Once at his corner he takes off his non wrestling gear before crouching down, staring coldly at his opponent. The pretentiously cocky smile replaced with an hateful scowl that matches the disdain in his eyes.
The lights in the arena dims as the sounds of electricy crackling can be heard. Suddenly a bright flash of electricity strikes the center of the ramp entrance. Once the smoke clears, Deuce is standing there smirking towards the ring. 'Run Like Hell' by Pink Floyd jumps in and Deuce walks to the ring, reaching his arms out to give fans fives, both high and low, occasionally too slow. As he slides into the ring and stands center, lightning flashes from the four corners. Deuce pulls off his 'mythic' T-shirt and tosses it to the crowd then hops to a middle turnbuckle. He does a 'lookout' before he smirks and gives a finger-guns to a sign he finds clever. He hops down and waits for the bell.
The heavy drum roll to "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Logan shuffles his feet in place at the top of the ramp, elegantly bouncing in rhythm with the music while maintaining a focused and determined posture. With the audience screaming his name through the roaring guitars and drums of the music, Logan begins his walk down the ramp way. A fan or two will reach out to grab at Logan every so often and in return he will raise his backhand and threaten to slap them all the way into Connector City, or so one could assume that's what he's mouthing. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle and paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Freddy Whoa: Logan and Deuce Maximus... what a bizarre pairing.
Erin Robbins: Eh, maybe that's why it'll work.
Logan starts for his team, ready and raring to go. Terry Roberts starts for his. They meet in the middle of the ring, Logan talking shit, as always. That is, until Terry slaps the taste out of his mouth! Logan is sent reeling and Terry follows up by running at him and hitting a Shining Wizard!
Freddy Whoa: Maybe Logan'll be a little more careful next time
Erin Robbins: Eh, probably not.
Roberts goes for a quick pin.
No!, Logan kicks out. Terry goes to put him into a Reverse Figure Leglock but Logan kicks him away. Terry approaches him again but Logan trips him, bringing him down and then putting him in a headlock. Terry works his way up and elbows his way free. He runs to the ropes and goes for a striking move but Logan hits him with a Spinning Heelkick before he can pull off whatever he was going for. Logan then takes Roberts down with a Neckbreaker before going for a pin.
No, Terry kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Logan has been away from the ring for a while but had an impressive win over Kira Sakazaki last week.
Erin Robbins: Eh, the way I see it, it is only a matter of time before he goes crazy again. Remember when he thought he was Sarah Twilight? Horrible.
Freddy Whoa: I've been trying to erase that from my brain, Erin. As I'm sure we all have.
Logan backs up as Terry stumbles to his feet. He then runs at him... Scissors Kick! Logan tags in Deuce.
Erin Robbins: Speaking of crazy... Deuce Maximus, here he comes.
Deuce runs at Terry and goes for a Running High Knee to the temple, but Terry catches Deuce's leg and gets up, quickly hitting a Dragonscrew Legwhip. He then puts Deuce into a Figure Four Leglock!
Freddy Whoa: Submission move, locked in!
Deuce screams in pain for a few moments, but Logan quickly enters the ring and kicks Terry off before heading back to the apron. Terry rolls away and tags in Denise D'Evil.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the former Hardcore Champ!
Denise measures Deuce up and runs at him, Spearing him down! Erin hits him with several mounted punches before getting off of him. She then lifts him up and grapples him from behind...
Freddy Whoa: German Suplex attempt, can she hit it?
Indeed, D'Evil hits it, bridging it for the pin!
No!, Deuce kicks out! He then dives and tags in Logan.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Face of Treachery, Mr. WCF!
Denise D'Evil is on her feet and is met with a Clothesline from Logan. She gets back up, boom, another Clothesline. Gets up again, Logan throws her to the ropes. She Springboards, goes for a Cross Bodyblock, Logan catches her and hits a Fallaway Slam!
Erin Robbins: Good reversal, Logan really taking it to the Angels of Darkness.
Logan runs and decks Synn before turning back to D'Evil. He ducks a wild swing from her and then hits an Impact Style!
Freddy Whoa: Impact Style! Logan made a name for himself in High Impact Wrestling, Big Poppa would be proud.
Logan quickly pins D'Evil, hooking the leg.
No, D'Evil kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Logan is giving it his all but D'Evil stays alive!
Logan lifts Denise up but the ref is momentarily distracted by something or another and allows Denise to Low Blow him!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!.... ouch.
Denise follows up by grappling Logan and taking him down with a Russian Legsweep.
Erin Robbins: Going Under the Bridge!
Logan rolls away and tags in Deuce Maximus as D'Evil tags in Terry Roberts. Deuce and Synn meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading blows. Deuce gets the upper hand, throws Terry to the ropes... Deuce goes for a Spear!
Freddy Whoa: Poseidon's Trident!
No, Terry Leapfrogs it, and as Deuce turns around Terry kicks him in the gut...
Erin Robbins: Freefall Powerbomb!
Terry pins Deuce!
Logan goes to break it up...
Three! D'Evil intercepted Logan!
Freddy Whoa: The Angels of Darkness pick up the victory!
Logan leaves the ring angrily as Kyle raises D'Evil and Roberts' hands up in the air and Deuce holds his head in pain.
“The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system of the Wells Fargo Arena in Philadelphia, PA as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!”
Freddy Whoa: And here comes the boss again!
Erin Robbins: Not a good night so far for him due to the reprehensible actions of one Ana Valentine!
Freddy Whoa: That was hilarious!
Erin Robbins: How’d you like to lose your job Freddy? Our esteemed leader can make that happen
Freddy Whoa: …
Eric Price making his way hastily into the ring with the Elite and Internet Titles draped around his shoulder as he quickly demands a microphone as the crowd is chanting “EricA” loudly much to his chagrin!
Eric Price: CUT THE MUSIC! CUT IT!
Crowd: ERICA! ERICA! ERICA!
Eric Price: SHUT UP!
Crowd: ERICA! ERICA! ERICA!
Eric Price: You people need to respect me! I am the chairman of the board of EPPW, the owner of EPPW, the CIO of EPPW, the EPPW Internet Champion, the EPPW Elite Champion, for God’s sake, this company is named after me!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Honestly, I am the best thing to happen to this company since its inception. Yet I’m constantly disrespected, I am humiliated and embarrassed and worst of it all is that you people seem to enjoy it!
Crowd cheers for this
Eric Price: Why is that? Is it because you enjoy the suffering of others? Or is it more likely because you’re all a bunch of jealous pricks who know you could never be as great as I am?
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: Think about it, I head up a very successful financial investment firm, I was the longest reigning World Champion of the modern era of this company, I was TV Champ of the year last year, I am the former US Champion, and now the current Internet and Elite Champions, I am a double champion damn it and yet you people continue to disrespect me?! Honestly, I am greatness personified, I make more than each and every one of you in this pitiful city combined in one day than you all do in a year and yet somehow you continue to chant “You suck” and “Erica” at me?
Crowd: ERICA! ERICA! ERICA!
Eric looks on at the crowd with even more disgust and repulsion than what he had before
Eric Price: You parasites should be ashamed of yourselves!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: That’s right, you should be ashamed of yourselves for disrespecting an American hero like myself! For disrespecting greatness personified; for disrespecting your better, your benefactor because honestly, if it weren’t for great benefactors like me, you people wouldn’t have the jobs you so covet to put food on your tables, you wouldn’t be able to buy the tickets that you paid for to see me because let’s face facts, you all pay to see me! You pay to see the great leader of Bravado each and every week perform for you people because you know when I’m in the ring, history is in the making!
Eric Price: Honestly, I’m not like one of these other losers like … oh let’s take for example your hometown hero Jay Price!
Mixed reaction from the crowd, mostly cheers
Eric Price: Oh yeah, a loser like him, I know why you people cheer him … because he’s kind of like you; no no, as a matter of fact, he’s exactly like you! A drunk, pill popping loser! For a long time he was billed as “the future of this company” yet that future lasted all of about a fortnight when he won and then lost the World Title while I took a nap. I didn’t find out he was World Champ until about six months later. Then earlier this year, what happened? Pantheon was ousted after Jonny Fly did the right thing and sold the company to me and then he decides to up and quit. What does he do afterward, he blames me for firing him despite the fact that I actually offered him his job several times. A month later, he’s rehired only because Sarah Twilight took pity on him because if it was up to me, I would have left that son of a bitch sitting at home and stuffing his face with shit much like you people do on a daily basis.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: I guess Jay Price is proof positive that nothing good ever came from the city of Philadelphia, this shithole is ….
"Number Six" by Lamb Of God hits the speakers and the crowd pops. A bigger pop comes when Jay Price walks out from the back, a smirk on his face. Price signals for the music to be cut as he is handed a microphone.
Jay Price: Shithole? You're calling my city a shithole? I don't know where the hell you think we are but this is Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!
Big pop from the crowd.
Jay Price: The city of brotherly love!
Eric is seething in the ring over Jay interrupting him as Jay continues to pander to the crowd.
Jay Price: It's always sunny here!
Another cheap pop and the crowd loves it.
Jay Price: The city that-
Eric Price: Oh will you knock it off already. These people don't need you out here getting them all worked up with your stupid, cliche references.
Jay Price: Do you have any idea how rude it is to interrupt someone? Show some class you asshole!
The crowd starts up an "Ass-Hole" chant directed toward Eric as Jay waves his hands through the air like a conductor.
Eric Price: Oh yeah, real mature Jay. So what exactly do you think you're doing coming out here and interrupting me? I'm your boss, you can't just come out and-
Jay Price: Oh will you please shut the fuck up already.
Eric looks appalled at Price's language.
Jay Price: I was in the back, minding my own business as I was enjoying a bottle of Tennessee's finest, and I just happened to overhear you out here in this ring. Are you really still talking about my World Title reign from a while back?
Eric Price: You're damn right I am, Mr. Sixteen Days. Come on everybody, say it with me.
Eric's attempts to get a "Sixteen Days" chant going fall flat with the Philly crowd.
Jay Price: Oh well that's just rich. Rich I tell you. Look Eric, look up there in the sky.
Eric isn't falling for any tricks as he refuses to look up. Instead he crosses his arms and shakes his head no.
Jay Price: Come on Eric, no tricks, I promise. Just look up. Just for a moment.
Eric raises an eyebrow and then takes a glance upward.
Jay Price: Do you see it? Way up there above you?
Eric Price: Are you drunk or just blind? There's nothing up there!
Jay Price: Sure there is. All the fucks I give about your little "Sixteen Days" insults are flying around up there. Right alongside the shreds of dignity you lost the night you pissed yourself in that ring.
A "Tinkles" chant breaks out in the crowd as Eric uncrosses his arms and begins stomping around the ring yelling at the crowd to stop.
Eric Price: YOU PEOPLE SHUT UP!
Crowd boos loudly and continues to chant “Tinkles” as Eric only gets even more furious
Jay Price: You think you're better than me Eric? You think just because you held onto the World Title for all those weeks that you're some kind of God in this company?
Price holds up the United States Title he's had draped over his shoulder.
Jay Price: Well, God, I'm pretty sure I dropped you on your face at Ultimate Showdown to take this belt from you.
Price lowers the belt back down onto his shoulder as he begins to walk down the ramp toward the ring.
Jay Price: Eric you stand in this ring and you try your damndest to promote yourself as being my superior. You call me the "other Price", you spew out insults like this was a high school locker room-
Price pauses as he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and pops back up to his feet.
Jay Price: But at the end of the day you're nothing but another name on the list of people that I shut up with a three count. You call me the "Other Price", I call you just another son of a bitch with a loud mouth that can't back it up.
Eric Price: Another loud mouth that can’t back it up?! Is that a fact? You know, you’re really high on your own stock other Price! You know, you always tout that you’ve held so many titles in your career, what is it, 8 now? That’s over the course of 4 years mind you. I’ve been here barely about a year and a half and in that time, I’ve main evented One and won, I’ve held the World Title for an astounding 113 days, I was the TV Champ of the year 2012…
Jay Price: Blah blah blah…
Eric Price: SHUT UP! You interrupted me coming out here and I listened to your spiel and now you’re going to listen to what I have to say! You speak so highly of yourself but yet all you’ve done in the last near two years is meander around in mediocrity. Admittedly, you had one shining moment when you won the World Title last year, you did but then you lost it so quickly, that it was seen as a fluke! That’s what you’re remembered as Jay Price, a fluke champion, a fluke wrestler, a fluke in general! Oh sure, you took the US Title from me … you fail to mention that it was an 8 person match and you only pinned me after Jeff Purse did all the work! Sure, you pinned me there but that doesn’t really prove anything. In that kind of volatile environment, it was a free for all, you just happened to yet again have a fluke win.
Jay tilts his head back and pretends to fall asleep.
Eric Price: You see Jay Price … when I won the World Title from Jeff Purse, there was no controversy, there was no question, there was no doubt it was a legitimate win because I took him to the limit in our one on one match! And I was the better man and showed him as much by myself! But you … you haven’t shown me anything and you want to stand out here in judgment of me like you’re somehow better than me? Unlike you, I actually deserve these titles I’m holding, I won them, I earned them and despite the fact that these inept fools have continued to boo me, deep down they respect me because they know I am a superior athlete, I entertain them, and more than that I am greatness personified!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Jay Price: Superior? Greatness? Eric, you're walking around here masquerading as some great force leading this company when in reality you're a greater failure than Seth Lerch. You have no control over anyone in this company. Look at Sarah Twilight. You sicked that little red headed mutt on your enemies and then you lost control of her. I see the fear in your eyes when you watch her go on one of her little rampages, Eric. You see her taking out an announcer or some random guy in the ring, and you know that if she decided to bite the hand that feeds her, you'd be fucked.
Eric raises his hand to object to Price dropping the f-bomb on air but Price cuts him off.
Jay Price: But she's not around now Eric, it's just you standing in the ring with me. So let's talk about you and I, Eric. You deserve those titles? You're absolutely right Eric, you deserving nothing more than to be parading around with two lower tier titles like you're king of the world. You went from being the longest reigning World Champion since Torture to being at the bottom. Talk about how Ultimate Showdown was a free for fall all you want, but you couldn't hang with anyone. Including me. You walked into that match thinking you were the baddest man walking the planet and I brought your little world down with one move. Free for all or not, I pinned you down to the mat for the one, two, three and took your United States Title as you had to leave with your tail tucked between your legs with a consolation prize.
Eric Price: I'll have you know-
Jay Price: Shut up!
Eric looks miffed at Jay's constant interruptions. His face is red as he loosens his tie.
Jay Price: You've got your little Internet Title and you're shiny new Elite Title that you and Seth decided to bring back which, by the way, I find hilarious since I still own the actual Elite Title. But let's just shove that aside for the time being and get to the point. You've got a serious hard-on for trying to belittle me and I no longer find it flattering.
Price pauses as he begins to loosen his own tie.
Jay Price: So the way I see it, you and I need to take care of this little issue between us. We've got ourselves a match next week, but I'm starting to think that maybe we need to make it a bit more interesting. What do you say Eric, you game?
Eric Price: I'm listening.
Jay Price: Jay Price versus Eric Price. United States Title up against the Internet Title and Elite Title. Winner walks away with all the belts, loser is left in the ring with nothing.
Eric Price: Haha … you want me to put my Elite Title on the line? Why would I have to do that? Everyone already knows I’m better than you, this is a title that only I deserve to hold because I am in the Elite guard of this company and you’re not. I cannot allow you to have a shot at something you don’t deserve!
Jay Price: So you’re a coward?
Eric Price: No no, I simply know I’m better than you. I don’t have to put the title on the line!
Jay Price: So you know you’re going to lose?!
Eric Price: No!
Crowd: You’re a loser! You’re a loser! You’re a loser!
Eric Price: Damn it, shut it! SHUT UP!
Jay Price: I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you Eric as we have 15,000 people here calling you a loser!
Crowd cheers loudly
Eric Price: You want it so bad, it’ll be your loss. YOU GOT IT, ALL THE TITLES ON THE LINE!
Jay Price: No, I'm not done yet. You booked us into a ladder match. Ladders are fun, but you know what's better? T...L...C. We do this at the Pay Per View and we do it big.
A huge pop from the crowd as Jay stares down Eric, daring him to turn him down.
Eric Price: You want a TLC Match? YOU GOT IT! I'll break you in half and leave you lying in rubble as I leave with my United States Title back around my waist. You're a fluke Jay. Nothing but a mediocre wrestler still living in the past and I'm going to expose you to the world. I-
Eric is cut off as Jay smacks the microphone right out of his hand. Dropping his own microphone, Jay steps forward and both men are standing nose to nose, daring the other to make the first move. Eric grins and walks around Jay Price who simply laughs at his cowardice but then Eric quickly turns around and tries to hit Jay with the Elite Title but Jay quickly ducks him! As Jay goes to respond, Eric quickly slides out of the ring and runs away through the crowd as Jay remains triumphantly standing in the ring!
Erin Robbins: And what a bombshell! Jay Price versus Eric Price next week in a TLC Match with the United States, Elite and Internet Titles all on the line!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Eric backs up the ring holding up the Elite and Internet Titles as Jay is left seething in the ring before we go to commercial.
“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Waylon Cash and John Gobble walk out with the tag team titles over their shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Savage Political Action Committee, and they look ready for business.
Erin Robbins: They've spent the last two weeks messing with Eric Price, and you have to wonder if that lack of focus is going to hurt them at all in the ring.
They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp. The roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles, holding the titles high for everyone to see. The crowd showers them with hate, as they jump down, and their music fades. Instead of standing at rignside, Scott Savage walks over to the announce desk, throws on the extra head set, and has a seat.
Scott Savage:Hello Frederick and Erin. Happy to be here, helping you announce this match. God knows you couldn't do it properly on your own.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Ain't no need for that.
Scott Savage: Wrong. There wouldn't be a need for it if you two would just do your jobs. Instead, the allure of money has blinded you, turning you into a propaganda team for Eric Price. I'm here to make sure you two keep it to a minimum.
" Ready Or Not " by The Fugees hits the PA system. The crowd rumbles as the duo come out from the crowd and heads towards the ring. Wearing shirts with cut off sleeves that read " Thick-ni Army " they jump the crowd barrier and take a moment to look over the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Thickness! Looks like they plan on taking out your boys, huh Scott.
Scott Savage: I am not concerned. Cairo may be a legend, but legends die. Gods are forever.
Erin Robbins: Now youre telling me your clients are gods... unbelievable.
They slide inside of it, the way only the thickness can and taunt the crowd. " thickness" chants ring out as their theme music fades.
Cairo and Odin converse a moment, momentarily eying Waylon and Gobble. Odin seems firm in starting the match. Cairo nods his head as he takes his place in the corner. Odin Balfore and John Gobble start the match.
Freddy Whoa: and here we go!
Odin walks to the center of the ring as Gobble stands a few feet away. Seven foot tall, verse five foot elven, you do to the math. Odin dominates the surrounding area but Gobble is unafraid. Odin reaches out and snatches up Gabble and tosses him across the ring. Odin goes to pick Gobble back up but he fights back with a series of gut punches. Odin doubles over as Gobble gets to his feet, only to hit a drop kick on Odin's knees. Gobble hooks Odin up and gives him a ddt. Gobble stays on Odin with stiff kicks but Odin shakes it off. He tries to get to his knees again but Gabble just keeps on with his assault. Odin scouls as he reaches up and grabs Gabble by the throat. He squeezes tight as he gets back to feet. Gabble goes up for the ride but floats over. Odin catches him with a backhand. He grans Gobble and whips him into the SPAC corner.
Odin doesn’t see it as he walks over to Gabble and lays right hands into his skull. Cash hooks Odin's right hand and shifts his attention.
Waylon reaches out and hangs Odin on the top rope with a neck breaker. Waylon quickly gets back into the ring and spears Odin down. Waylon connects with right hands before getting off Odin to pick him up and continue the assault. He whips Odin into the corner turn buckle and connects with a huge clothesline. Odin staggers out of the corner. Waylon goes to to grab him.
Headbutt by Odin.
Erin Robbins: Waylon had the upper hand, but Odin takes it back with a huge headbutt.
Scott Savage: See, this is the sort of thing I was talking about. You don't say a word the entire time Waylon is beating the ever loving crap out of Odin, but the second he gets a lucky shot in you have to pipe up. Drop the biased announcing.
Crowd: Bobby C! Bobby C!
Odin tags Cairo in.
Cairo and Waylon lock up, the veteran Cairo gets the side headlock and shoots Waylon off his hip. Waylon comes back, Cairo ducks it. Waylon comes back on the second fly by-
Waylon gets nailed with an enzugeri. Cairo looks down at Waylon with disgust.
Freddy Whoa: Doesn't look like Bobby Cairo is a big fan of your client.
Scott Savage: Greatness is often envied by inferior life forms like Cairo.
Cairo: What do you think you're doin'? This ain't no game. This is communism. Plain and simple.
Cairo paint brushes Waylon as he yanks him up by his hair. Waylon rakes the eyes and connects with a few knee lifts. Cairo stumbles back as Waylon closes the gap and hits a snap suplex.
He arrogently makes the pin attempt.
Scott Savage: If the referee knew how to time his counts, Waylon would have had that pin! I demand this referee come under review!
Cairo gets the shoulder up. Waylon gets up and paint brushes Cairo for his troubles.
Waylon: You ain't nothin to us, bitch!
Waylon picks Cairo up.
A low blow doubles waylon over as Cairo takes him for the gut Wrench powerbomb.
Scott Savage: Disqualify him! This is ridiculous!
Freddy Whoa: You're ridiculous.
Scott Savage: You shut your mouth! You're a temp!
John Gobble breaks up the count just in the nick of time. Odin gets in the ring as Gabble rushes him with body shots. Odin shoves him away but Gabble comes right back with a roaring elbow smash that knocks Odin out of the ring. Gabble and Waylon team up on Cairo and signal for the corner buckle.
Scott Savage: Here we go!
Gable climbs onto the second rope, and Waylon lifts up Cairo.
Powerbomb neck breaker combo.
Odin yanks the ref out of the ring. He slides back in and meets the boots of Waylon Cash. Odin gets to his feet but they give him a Kings Death for his troubles.
They pin Cairo again.
Still no Ref. Odin and Cairo are down. The ref gets back in the ring to make the count.
Odins still down and Gabble in the ring. The ref argues with Gabble and forces him back into his corner. Waylon tries to distract the ref so SPAC can continue their attack. Odin rolls out of the ring as Cairo gets back to his feet. He's on rubber legs but that doesnt stop him and Waylon from continuing their brawl. Cairo whips Waylon off the ropes and bends down for a back body drop but Waylon sunset flips and make the pin.
Cairo comes at Waylon but get a dropped down with a toe hold. Cairo is quick to get back to his feet again but Waylon goes underneath him for a school boy.
Waylons got the tights.
Cairo kicks out a moment too late as Waylon get to his feet and gives Cairo the double finger salute.
Scott Savage: YES! You see?! You see what happens when you underestimate the Savage Political Action Committee?!
Scott slides into the ring to congratulate his clients, as their music plays.
Freddy Whoa: What a great finish to a wild back and forth match! Hands down match of the week in this announcer's opinion!
The celebration continues in the ring when suddenly a cheer goes up. The image of a man dressed in all black ziplining to the ring from the rafters appears on the big screen.
Erin Robbins: Oh my God, it's Sting! Sting has jumped ship to EPPW and he's here at Slam!
The man in black nimbly lands on his feet in the ring and detaches the zipline from his harness.
Freddy Whoa: Erin, that's not Sting - that's Zombie McMorris... ZMAC!
Erin Robbins: ZMAC, S-PAC and The Thickness are all standing in the ring together after that hellacious match that we just witnessed. The tension is palpable. What's gonna happen?!
ZMAC nods at Hall and Nash, I mean Cairo and Balfore, and unleashes a white powdery substance into the eyes of Cash and Gobble.
Erin Robbins: ZMAC just threw baby powder into the eyes of Cash and Gobble!
Freddy Whoa: Uh, Erin, I don't think that was baby powder. Look at how ZMAC is spazzing. That's pure uncut Poon Guinean nose candy.
Scott Savage lodges a protest on behalf of his charges and gets dropped on his fucking head by a Mark of Odin. Gobble stumbles blindly forward and eats a Security Breach (rolling cutter) from Cairo. ZMAC boots Cash in the nuts and goes to pick him up, people snapping pictures, but Cash knows what's coming and quickly drops to the mat and rolls away. The fans boo.
Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash doing the only smart thing and getting the hell out of there. What is this madness?
Cash, Gobble, and Savage regroup on the outside as Cairo, Odin and ZMAC stand tall in the middle of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: The Thickness is standing fully erect at this moment, but I do believe there will be harsh consequences for their actions tonight.
The heavy drum roll to "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, looks like we're gonna hear from Logan. That is always ... entertaining to say the least.
Erin Robbins: Entertaining? It's all sex jokes.
Freddy Whoa: Ain't nothin' wrong with that.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time please welcome ... LOGAN!!!!
Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Logan shuffles his feet in place at the top of the ramp, elegantly bouncing in rhythm with the music while maintaining a focused and determined posture. With the audience screaming his name through the roaring guitars and drums of the music, Logan begins his walk down the ramp way. A fan or two will reach out to grab at Logan every so often and in return he will raise his backhand and threaten to slap them all the way into Connector City, or so one could assume that's what he's mouthing. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle and paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Erin Robbins: Just another example of how ignorant these fans are. Logan despises all of them, and yet they embrace him. It just makes no sense at all.
Freddy Whoa: Do you ever have any kind criticism or you just like that all the time?
Erin Robbins: I have plenty of good things to say about good people. When I see one, I'll let you know.
Logan heads to the side of the ring, asking for a microphone which he is handed by a stagehand. The crowd is still in a mixtured frenzy. Logan seizes the opportunity to keep them riled up, whether they are cheering or booing him as he fires off a ...
Erin Robbins: How expected ...
Freddy Whoa: Logan up there with confidence. This is his house. He knows what's up.
Erin Robbins: The man has plenty of accomplishments. There's no denying that. I just don't have any patience for his immaturity.
Freddy Whoa: I figured you for a fan of his treachery. The dude's a snake in the grass.
Erin Robbins: Like I said, he's done plenty and his treacherous nature is one of the aspects about him that makes him great. The sex jokes I can live without.
Logan grins as he looks out at the crowd. But in the blink of an eye his expression changes to a much more serious composure.
Logan: I'm gonna cut right to it ... these boudle motherfuckers running the show don't know how to properly treat their king! In fact, they have been insulting me. Can you believe that, insulting ME?!
Logan paces back and forth in the ring, getting himself worked up. The crowd is bustling at this point.
Logan: A five time WCF World Champion, three time WAR winner and I get insulted with boudles like Kira Sackojaweea or whatever the fuck that boudle's name is. And then Terry Boudlebot and Denise "I want the D"? This is not how you treat MR. WCF ... MR. EPPW!!!
Freddy Whoa: Logan don't like the competition he been gettin'. Dude has a point though. He is probably the most successful man in WCF ... EPPW history.
Erin Robbins: He is definitely one of, if not the most successful man in the company's history. I am actually pleasantly surprised that this situation has remained focused and serious for him. It's about time.
Logan: Revenge is a week away and the God of EPPW is not on the card? Mistake? WRONG! EPPW can't handle the jumbo hotdog of treachery. None ... NONE of the boudles in the back have what it takes to come face to face with treachery! That is neither here nor there because your KING, your God, MR. EPPW is not leaving this ring until one of those boudle puppets walks out here and gives me a fight for Revenge!
Some more bustling with the crowd. Some cheers erupt even. Suddenly “The Touch” by Stan Bush starts playing over the speaker system as the first lines of the song start “You’ve got the touch … you’ve got the power ….. yeah!” The crowd immediately boos as EPPW Owner, Eric Price walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. Logan grins, staring at him.
Eric Price: Cut the music. Cut the music!
Eric's theme dies down as the crowd boos more at him. He shakes his head in disgust as he looks to the ring at Logan.
Eric Price: Really? Mr. EPPW is that right?
He shakes his head some more.
Eric Price: You want a match for Revenge? ... Frankly, I don't give a damn what you want! You work for me Logan. You work fo--
Logan: SHUT UP BOUDLE!!
Eric is fuming mad, and not surprisingly, many in the crowd are now cheering Logan for telling off the EPPW owner.
Logan: Are you going to fight me or what? That is the only reason you should be out here speaking to your KING!
Eric just looks on in astonishment that Logan actually cut him off. Eric straightens his suit jacket and composes himself a bit.
Eric Price: Are you a bit slow, Mr. 'King of EPPW'? Clearly I have obligations forthcoming at Revenge with "The Other" Price. I do not have the time, nor the desire to feed your delusions. Frankly, I don't believe you deserve to compete at Revenge.
Freddy Whoa: I think that's a mistake. Like we said, Logan is probably the most successful man in this company's history. Keeping him out of the lineup just don't seem smart.
Erin Robbins: I actually have to agree. Logan can be very immature at times, but he is definitely one of the very best when it comes to his in ring ability. In this instance, Eric is allowing his personal - heat of the moment - feelings to cause a bad decision.
Logan is still pacing back and forth, clearly unhappy at that call. Eric isn't finished however.
Eric Price: On second thought. Yes, yes I can see it now. Logan versus ... hmm, how about Pepper of NBK Inc? Oh yes, undoubtedly a match to highlight the marquee. Or, how about ... No!
He grins at Logan sarcastically who is eerily calm in the ring.
Logan: I see that you're afraid of your king. That is to be expected. But I know better than to expect some pisspants little boudle motherfucker to make the decision. So instead, the next motherfucker to walk through that curtain has an all expense paid trip to Connector City at Revenge!
Freddy Whoa: Logan basically calling out the locker room. This is ... whoa!
Erin Robbins: The question is ... will anyone accept?
Eric sighs and again shakes his head.
Eric Price: Listen. Logan. I don't quite think you are understanding the situation at hand. Anyone who is anyone around here already has contractual obligations that they must meet next Sunday. The harsh reality for you is that no one is going to accept your little challenge.
Logan just stares at Eric, unphased by Eric's assumption. Eric grins some more and decides to end this by his own authority.
Eric Price: Yes, well then. As your challenge is going unanswered. I have to do what is best for EPPW and have you removed from the ring.
Logan drops the mic and BEGS Eric to come down to the ring and remove him. Eric sighs and folds his arms, shaking his head. He takes up the mic one last time.
Eric Price: Be reasonable here. You simply do not have a mat--
Eric is cut off as 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.
Freddy Whoa: ...
Erin Robbins: Oh boy, this has just taken a nasty turn!
Freddy Whoa: ...
Erin Robbins: Are you alright?
Freddy Whoa: WHOA .... just WHOA!!!
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. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. Eric Price looks absolutely shocked and the look on his face says that he was NOT expecting her to be here tonight. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, and she stops, glaring at a few of the fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, just staring out at the crowd with a very evident lack of emotion as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.
Erin Robbins: We have not seen or heard anything from Sarah Twilight since Ultimate Showdown. And here she is, back and it looks like she is more than ready for a fight!
Freddy Whoa: Well, Logan wanted a fight ... might be too early to say but ... I think he has one!
Sarah hops down from the turnbuckle as glares at Logan, who watches her carefully. The two stand silently in the ring and the tension is clearly felt throughout the arena. Eric's look of shock now becomes an evil grin as he realizes what is going on.
Freddy Whoa: I said it before, Logan is a snake in the grass ... but so is Sarah Twilight. You couldn't find two individuals who are more devious, deceitful and backstabbing than these two!
Erin Robbins: Logan is the most successful man in WCF/EPPW history ... Sarah Twilight is the most successful woman in the company's history. This right here is history in itself! If Logan is Mr. EPPW, Sarah Twilight is Ms. EPPW. I don't think Logan has to worry about a lack of competition any longer.
Freddy Whoa: I like that. Mr. WCF versus Ms. WCF. That has a ring to it!
Erin Robbins: EPPW ...
Freddy Whoa: Whatevs.
Logan and Sarah circle each other, never once taking their eyes from one another. The crowd is all on their feet watching the confrontation unfold. Eric Price is almost giddy at this point as he proudly makes it official.
Eric Price: Well now, Logan. It appears as though you got your wish. Yes, good luck with that. Because it will officially be Logan versus Sarah Twilight at Revenge!!!
There is a huge spike in cheers from the crowd at the announcement.
Eric Price: Oh and Logan ... you should be more careful what you wish for.
Eric laughs as he makes his way toward the back. By now, Sarah and Logan are nose to nose, glaring at each other and the tension could boil over at any moment. Though it isn't long after Eric retreats to the back that a dozen or so security officers rush the ring, getting between the two to ensure the fight is reserved for the Pay Per View Event. The crowd boos at this.
Freddy Whoa: It's official! WHOA! Logan versus Sarah Twilight next Sunday at Revenge! That is gonna be a hell of a fight!
Erin Robbins: As you said, Mr. EPPW versus Ms. EPPW and this one is going to be explosive! Logan now IS competing at Revenge and Sarah Twilight makes her in ring return after losing the World Championship at Ultimate Showdown! You do NOT want to miss this!
Freddy Whoa: We have had an already explosive Slam, we are now coming up to an interesting match up.
Erin Robbins: Freddy! I am being told we have Hank Brown backstage... Take it away, Hank.
In the process of camera changes, you can hear Erin say...
Erin Robbins: Hank is such a bloated orangutan.
Hank Brown is backstage look nervous as Night Rider is standing on Hank's left as Oblivion is standing on Hank's right side.
Oblivion: You just stand there and hold the mic... you puffy baboon.
As Oblivion speaks, Night Rider steps away as walks towards a second camera and stares into it with a very intense glare.
Oblivion: Jonathon Jakobs and Mr. Eric Price. Tonight is your destiny. You get to step into the ring with The AoD... The Angels of Death. As some of you history buffs out there know, all four of us are former tag team champions in one fashion or another. Jakobs and Price, together you were tag team champions. Rider and ITself are on our way of becoming tag team champions. The only thing standing in our ways are you two. You two, formally known as The Benefactors are nothing but speed bumps.
Night Rider looks deep into the camera and says...
Night Rider: You hear that boys... YOU'RE NOTHING BUT SPEED BUMPS!!
Oblivion: While you two are back in the locker room, talking strategies, stop and look at us. Look into our eyes and tell us... IN OUR FACES if we are not serious.
Freddy Whoa: Even I can tell they're serious.
Erin Robbins: No kidding.
Oblivion: WCF!! It's a dawn of a new day. A new beginning. The momentum has changed!! The tides have turned. Angels of Death are a screaming locomotive charging down your gullets. No one can stop us!!
Night Rider continues to look into the camera intensely...
Night Rider: NO ONE!!
Oblivion: WCF!! You feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end?! The aura of WCF is in the process of changing and The AoD is in the center of it all. We ARE the eye of the hurricane and if anyone wants to get hurt....
Night Rider: GET IN OUR WAY!!!
Oblivion and Night Rider walk away.
Freddy Whoa: Whoo. THAT was intense.
Oblivion comes back....
Oblivion: WCF!! YOU CAN....
Oblivion/The crowd: CHOKE.... ON.... THAT!!!
Night Rider pops up in front of the second camera and shouts....
Night Rider/The crowd: BITCHEE-E-E-ESS-S-S!!
Oblivion and Night Rider walks away.
Erin Robbins: I knew that was coming.
Freddy Whoa: So did I.
Erin Robbins: No you didn't! Shut up!!
Bright white lasers flash around. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Wachovia Center. 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 as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and stops, as the music begins to blend in with....
BREATHE WITH ME....
The crowd inside the Wachovia Center erupts in a chorus of boos. The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers continue to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage, as Night Rider and Oblivion walk out to thunderous boos, with a mixture of cheers. The music continues to thump with a remix of Orion by Metallica 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!!!
Both Night Rider and Oblivion continue their trek down the entrance ramp, with intense looks across their faces.
Erin Robbins: With their facial expressions, I think AoD came to make a certain kind of statement!!
Freddy Whoa: What kind of statement is that?
Erin Robbins: The statement that no one is gonna stand in their way!!
The AoD slides under the bottom ring rope. Oblivion goes to one corner, as Night Rider goes to another corner. They raise they arms up, to a thunderous booing crowd. The AoD continue to stand on the second turnbuckles, as You Know My Name by Chris Cornell begins to play. As gold lights begin to flash, the music continues as Eric Price walks out. A gold spotlight shines down on him.
Freddy Whoa: That's Eric Price, where is Jonathan Jakobs at?
Massive pulsing light pierces through the vicinity, as a barrage of pyrotechnics erupt. Smoke pours from the stage in the midst of various colors & hues. "Rich As Fuck" by Lil' Wayne featuring 2 Chainz pumps from the speakers as Jonathan Jakobs emerges from behind the curtains. He briefly stops and places his right fist in the air, the crowd boos in utter disgust. Both Jakobs and Price strides down to the ring, with smirks on their faces.
Kyle Steel: Walking down the ring, at a combined weight of 485 pounds.... THEY ARE JONATHAN JA-A-AKO-O-OBS AND THE EPPW INTERNET CHAMPION AND EPPW OWNER... ERIC PRI-I-I-ICE!!!
Jakobs exchanges high-fives with a few of the fans. Both Price and Jakobs climb up the steps and enter the ring. They stand in the center of the ring looking around at the crowd with disdain and a grin on their faces.
Erin Robbins: The Angels of Death has the size advantage here!!
Eric Price and Jonathan Jakobs are talking, deciding who is starting off in the match.
As the former tag teams champion were playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who will start off in the match....
Freddy Whoa: The AoD are not wasting any time!!
Both Oblivion and Night Rider charge at Jakobs and Price. The former tag champions try to fight back their attackers.
With the furious exchanges between the two teams, in the center of the ring, causes the crowd to stand up on their screaming and cheering.
Erin Robbins: This match didn't take long before it got out of hand!!
Freddy Whoa: Stanley Moser tries to separate the two teams. But, can only manage to separate Oblivion and Eric Price.
The Monster and Eric Price go their own corners, as Night Rider and Jonathan Jakob continue to fight. Jakobs nails night Rider with a couple of quick kicks to the mid-section.
Erin Robbins: Jakobs, thinking he has Night Rider stunned with those two quick kicks to the mid secion, quickly runs to a corner...
Jakobs quickly, with out using any hands, climbs up to the second turnbuckle to swiftly leap off, with a twist to...
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider catches Jonathan Jakobs!!
Jakobs quickly moves around.
Erin Robbins: Jonathan Jakobs is wiggling around.
Jakobs slips through, while keeping a hold of Night Rider....
Freddy Whoa: Jonathan Jakobs while hanging onto Night Rider's head, used his own feet to bounce off and spin around and nails his opponent with a tornado ddt!!
Erin Robbins: Jakobs is quickly going for the pin!!
Stanley Moser gets into position...
Freddy Whoa: Not even a one count.
Jonathan Jakobs goes to reach down to grab for Night Rider....
Night Rider nails Jakbos with a stiff right hand punch to the face. Rider gets up quickly....
Erin Robbins: Kick to the mid-section of Jonathan Jakobs!!
Freddy Whoa: Knife-edge chop by the man from the dark side of Hell, that sends his opponent reeling back.
Night Rider charges at his opponent, but Jakobs moves out of the way and bolts towards the opposite corner and climbs up the turnbuckles once again without using his hands and....
Erin Robbins: SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!
That kick spins Night Rider around. Jakobs grabs Night Rider for a gutwrench....
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider nails Jonathan Jakobs with a stiff back elbow to the back of the neck, followed that up with a double fist to the back!!
Those two attacks causes Jakobs to let go.
Erin Robbins: A stiff kick to the gut...
Freddy Whoa: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider is going for the quick pin!!
The referee is at the right spot and the right time, to make the count for the pin.
Crowd: Tw-... NO!!
While Jakobs is on the mat, Night Rider grabs Jakobs into a sitting rear chin lock. Stanley Moser goes in and check to see if it is a choke.
Night Rider: I'm not choking him, ref!!
Night Rider let's go of Jakobs. With Jakobs temporarily laying on the mat. Rider pounces down... USING BOTH HAND TO CHOKE JONATHAN JAKOBS.
Night Rider: NOW... I'M CHOKING HIM!!
Stanley Moser: ONE!! TWO!! RIDER LET GO OF THE CHOKE!! THREE!! I WILL DISQUALIFY YOUR ASS BACK TO THE LOCKER ROOM!! FOUR... FIV....
Night Rider lets go of the choke and slowly picks up Jonathan Jakobs.
Freddy Whoa: Backhand chop by Night Rider!!
Erin Robbins: Forearm smash by Night Rider that sends Jonathan Jakobs stumbling back.
Night Rider grabs with his left hand to Jakobs' left hand and Irish whips him to the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Jonathan Jakobs bounces off the ropes...
Night Rider misses with an errant clothesline. Jakobs bounces off the ropes and rushes towards Night Rider and....
Erin Robbins: A FLYING FOREARM SMASH!!
Jakobs grabs Night Rider as he tags in Eric Price.
Freddy Whoa: Both Price and Jakobs grabs Night Rider and whips him into the ropes...
Rider bounces off the ropes and Jonathan Jakobs dips down. Night Rider jumps over a down Jakobs and charges at Eric Price, who just leap frogs over a charging Night Rider, who just bounces off the ropes and...
Erin Robbins: A backfist to Night Rider's mid section.
Price grabs Night Rider and flips him with a snapmare...
Freddy Whoa: Without any hesitation, Eric Price bounces off the ropes and....
Freddy Whoa: MAFIA KICK TO THE FACE!!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider is down!!
Eric Price goes for the pin as Stanley Moser slides into position....
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion with the save!!
Oblivion nailed Price with a leaping double axe handle to the back of the head. The referee admonishes The Monster for interfering. Oblivion goes back to his corner and proceeds to pace back and forth on the ring apron.
Erin Robbins: The Monster looks IT is ready for a fight!! IT is itching to get inside the ring!!
Eric Price picks up Night Rider...
Freddy Whoa: Arm drag.
Erin Robbins: Hip toss.
Night Rider stands up and Price grabs Rider by his right hand with his left hand...
Freddy Whoa: SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!!
Night Rider hits the mat hard, as Price quickly goes to his opponent....
Erin Robbins: Leg sweep trip by Night Rider on Eric Price, who falls backwards and crashes down hard on the mat.
Rider grabs Price...
Freddy Whoa: BELLY TO BELLY SLAM!!
Night Rider picks up Price and whips him to the ropes. Price bounces off the ropes and charges at Night Rider...
Erin Robbins: The big man nails Eric Price with a dropkick!!
With fight still left in him, Eric Price quickly stands up. But, Night rider was already behind him...
Freddy Whoa: Bulldog!!
Rider grabs his opponent and whips him into the corner. Night Rider charges, as the crowd holds their breath....
Erin Robbins: Eric Price just got nearly demolished!!
Night Rider charged at Eric Price who was leaning against the corner. Rider slammed a massive clothesline against Price, who bounced out of the corner. Stumbling around, Eric Price looks around with a glazed look over his eyes.
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD... Here comes Night Rider!!!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider just knocked down Eric Price....
The replay shows Night Rider slamming against an unaware Eric Price with a running shoulder block, which caused Price to flip backwards hard onto the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider grabs Eric Price and whips him into the ropes.
Price bounces off the ropes and Rider waits for him....
Erin Robbins: Night Rider is pressing Eric Price way over his head nearly seven feet into the air!!
The facial expression of Eric Price is nearly comical. Rider extends his arms out and slams Eric Price down to the mat. Arching his back, Eric Price screams out in pain.
Eric Price: U-U-U-GH-GH-GH!! SON OF A BI-I-ITCH!!!
Night Rider grabs Eric Price and drags him over to Oblivion. Some of the crowd cheers, as Eric Price sees where he is being dragged to....
Eric Price: NO!! NO!! NO-O-O!!
Some of the crowd cheers as Night Rider tags in his Angels of Death stablemate.
Erin Robbins: Things are about to nuts!!
As Night Rider holds up Price's left arm, exposing his left side, The Monster stomps into the ribs of Eric Price. Quickly Oblivion takes advantage....
Freddy Whoa: As typical Oblivion, The Monster uses all of IT's limbs to strike down an opponent!!
Oblivion grabs Price and whips him into the ropes. Price bounces off and...
Erin Robbins: Oblivion misses with the clothesline!!
Eric Price bounces off the ropes and charges at Oblivion...
Freddy Whoa: A HU-U-UGE and high back body drop!!
Oblivion picks up Price and places him onto IT's shoulders...
Erin Robbins: MUSCLE BUSTER!!
Oblivion grabs Eric Price and is setting him up with a gutwrench neckbreaker....
Freddy Whoa: Eric Price pops The Monster in the mid section with a quick fist.
Oblivion drops IT's opponent, who....
EYE POKE!-OPEN HAND SLAP!!
Price grabs The Monster...
Erin Robbins: LEG SWEEP DDT!!
Eric Price goes for the pin....
Eric Price grabs The Monster and....
Freddy Whoa: Eric Price tags in a fresh Jonathan Jakobs!
Jakobs pops Oblivion with a shot to the gut!! Then quickly grabs The Monster into a gutwrench position...
Freddy Whoa: Here it comes....
With all of his might, Jonathan Jakobs picks up Oblivion and nails him with a gutwrench powerbomb.
Erin Robbins: Jonathan Jakobs stole that move from Oblivion!! That's Oblivion's Falling Doctor!!
While on his knees, Jakobs smiles with a small sneer as he goes for the pin...
Freddy Whoa: OH MY-Y-Y-Y GAW-AW-AWDD-D-D-D!! OBLIVION JUST GOT UP!!
Oblivion sits up and looks right at Jonathan Jakobs!!
Erin Robbins: JAKOBS YOU BETTER RUN, IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!!
Oblivion stands up grabbing for Jakobs who slaps The Monster massive hand away. Jakobs stomps the gut of Oblivion who just flexes his massive muscular body,as IT throws IT's arms outwards, with IT's fists touching. Oblivion's chest, arms and shoulder flex. The Monster roars out!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion grabs Jakobs and tosses him into the ropes....
Erin Robbins: TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER!!
Oblivion stomps down onto Jonathan Jakobs, while hanging onto the top rope!! The Monster grabs Jakobs into an inverted position...
Freddy Whoa: We know what's coming next...
Oblivion picks up Jakobs into a inverted suplex and release him and Jakobs comes down into a stunner.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion looks out at the crowd. Then slowly turns around....
Freddy Whoa: HIGH PRICE BODY!!
oblivion quickly gets up, as the crowd get riled up....
Erin Robbins: MAFIA KICK!!
The kick spins Oblivion around...
Freddy Whoa: CHEAP MOVE BY ERIC PRICE... CHOP BLOCK!!
Price grabs Oblivion and nails him with a inverted Death Valley Driver.
Erin Robbins: Ca$h Flow!!
Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES NIGHT RIDER!!
Night Rider grabs Eric Price and takes him to the corner.
Erin Robbins: Rider drags Eric Price to the top turnbuckle...
Freddy Whoa: DROP OF DEATH!!
Rider nails Price with a A face first DDT from the top rope.
Erin Robbins: WHERE IN THE HELL HE COME FROM?!?!
Jonathan Jakobs nails Night Rider with a flying dropkick!!
Freddy Whoa: Jonathan Jakobs grabs Night Rider....
Erin Robbins: TWIST OF FATE!!
Freddy Whoa: But, hang on Erin... Jonathan Jakobs has still a good grip on Night Rider....
Erin Robbins: DRAGON SLEEPER!!
Freddy Whoa: OH BLOODY HOLY HELL!!
Erin Robbins looks at Freddy Whoa....
Erin Robbins: What's WRONG with you?!?!?
Freddy Whoa: LOOK!!
Oblivion is right behind Jonathan Jakobs with an completely evil look across IT's face. Oblivion grabs Jonathan Jakobs away from Night Rider and puts him on top of IT's shoulders and immediately spins him around....
Erin Robbins: 5150!!
Oblivion drops Jakobs onto Eric Price! Oblivion, as quickly as possible, gets onto the top and flies off...
Freddy Whoa: MOONSAULT! Er, uh, OBISAULT, that is!
Oblivion lands ontop of Eric in a pin!
Erin Robbins: WHAT!?
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Oblivion just pinned the Internet Champion and owner of EPPW!
Oblivion's music hits as he stands up and helps Night Rider to his feet.
Erin Robbins: This has been a night of upsets I'd say and the upsets continue!
Price rolls out of the ring as Oblivion and Night Rider celebrate.
Freddy Whoa: The AoD has a chance at the Tag Team Titles at Revenge and it'll be anyone's matchup!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a night! And we're not slowing down anytime soon. Up next, we have a Catch as Catch Can match taking place between Frank Patrick Venable and the number one contender to the World Championship, Nathan von Liebert.
Erin Robbins: For those of you who are unaware of what that means. A catch as catch can match means that both competitors must stay inside of the ring at all times. Pinfalls and submissions count as normal, but leaving the ring for any reason at all will also end the match. In addition, you won't see any high risk maneuvers in this contest. As climbing the turnbuckle is also barred.
Freddy Whoa: That sounds complicated ...
Erin Robbins: It'ss actually the simplest and most direct form of in ring competition there is. You simply need to out wrestle your opponent. This is where we get to see the best of what both men have to offer. Pure grappling at its best!
Freddy Whoa: I don't exactly think of a bare bones wrestling match when you put NvL and FPV in the ring together. I think of a fight straight up.
Erin Robbins: Well tonight they have no choice. We hand it over to Kyle Steel to get this one started!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is to be contested under Catch As Catch Can rules! This means that under no circumstances may either competitor leave the ring once the match begins. Nor may they make use of climbing the turnbuckle!
The crowd roars with cheers. Suddenly A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected. Such an odd entrance for Nathan von Liebert who steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing his street clothes with a straight jacket linking his arms. The crowd begins to boo, loudly.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...hailing from 'The Nightmare Realm' ... weighing in at two hundred twenty nine pounds ... representing Bravado ... he is NATHAN VON LIEBERT!!!
Walking almost as if drunk to the music, Nathan makes his way down the ramp. He shies away from the hands, shrugging off the boos as he makes his way to the ring. No steps for NvL, who practically dives beneath the bottom rope into the ring. Nathan rises his knees and begins to scan the arena around him. And then he begins to shake, to try and break free of his bindings. With each tremor, each contortion of his body, the violin piece picks up in volume. Almost to the point of eardrum shattering, Nathan's right arm is suddenly free of the straps, and a single red hand raises to the sky above.
"AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH"
Three blood-curdling screams sound off throughout the arena, all three recognizable by any hardcore WCF fan. The first had the lowest pitch, and it was of Johnny Nova. The second of Roxanne, Waylon's girl. The third and final scream was that of Nightmare, Polar Phantasm's wife. And with that, the arena fell deathly silent as NvL frees himself from the jacket, tossing out of the ring waiting for the match to begin.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....
The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Ghosts 'n Stuff" hits the P.A
Kyle Steel: From Atlanta, Georgia ... weighing in at two hundred five pounds ... representing Cryogenix ... he is FRANK PATRICK VENABLE!!!
FPV, signature duster and CGX T-Shirt, comes out the curtains. He plays to excited crowd like the circus ringmaster, fistbumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fistbump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage.
FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fistbumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotuc position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Freddy Whoa: Both competitors looking ready to go. This one about to get under way.
NvL and FPV meet in the center of the ring and start with a collar and elbow tie up. FPV gains the advantage with a side headlock. NvL shoves him off into the ropes. FPV with a clothesline on the return, but a duck under by NvL. FPV spins around and is caught with a European uppercut thst staggers him a bit. NvL takes him for an Irish whip to the turnbuckle but it is reversed and he instead is sent crashing into the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Quick back and forth action early on. I am honestly shocked that they are actually "wrestling" instead of just straight up fightin'.
Erin Robbins: Expecting a fight is not without warrant. Both men having a very heated, extensive history with one another. The worst in recent memory was the crucifixion match that saw Frank Venable forced out of action for a good deal of time. Their is definitely no love lost between them. So it will definitely be a challenge to keep within the confines of the rules.
FPV rushes the corner with a shoulder tackle, however, NvL moves out of the way and instead, Frank 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. NvL follows up with an armbar, placing pressure on the shoulder he'd just injured.
Freddy Whoa: Oh and a misstep by FPV! This isn't good as Nathan is taking full advantage.
Erin Robbins: His arm has now become a target, and NvL is going to zero in on it. Just because they can't leave the ring does not mean that damage cannot be inflicted.
NvL holds his arm against the canvas. He pushes off of the canvas with his feet and sends his knee CRASHING down into Frank's shoulder. FPV groans upon impact. Nathan repeats this twice more, harshly targeting his shoulder. He hauls Frank to his feet, and suddenly FPV strikes with a quick swinging neckbreaker. NvL hits the canvas and this buys Frank some time, however he further agitates his own shoulder in the process.
Freddy Whoa: Quick thinking by FPV. 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. You don't give someone like Nathan von Liebert time to rest.
FPV pushes himself back to his feet, trying to rotate his shoulder to get the kinks out. He does, however stay after Nathan as he brings him to his feet now. NvL responds with a rolling capture armbreaker that floors Franky again and damages his shoulder even further. He writhes in pain as he stumbles back to his feet. NvL is waiting and sends him HARD into the ring post shoulder first. This now having been the second time FPV'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 sit down tiger bomb. NvL keeps him hooked for the pinfall attempt. Laos slides into position.
NO! FPV shoots his shoulders up off of the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: NvL showing no mercy at all! That was a close call there. Could have been over.
Erin Robbins: He shouldn't show him any mercy. Nathan is the number one contender for the World Championship. He is looking to continue that momentum and Frank Venable is the means with which to do that. Frank is no stranger to this type of competition. Nathan would be in the same boat if FPV was given the chance.
Freddy Whoa: That is very true. I'm sure he would take advantage if the situation had been reversed.
FPV crawls to the ropes and begins pulling himself up. NvL simultaneously out of the pinfall and back to his feet. He measures FPV, waiting for him to make it back to his feet. As he does, he turns around into a stiff boot to the midsection. NvL grabs him to lift him up into a reverse suplex position.
Freddy Whoa: STRAIGHT JACKET DROP! HE GONNA END IT EARLY!!
However, FPV blocks the attempt by shoving his foot under the rope. He fires off a few shots to Nathan's ribs and he releases her grip. FPV wastes no time, he grabs him for a belly to belly suplex and launches him toward the ropes, however, NvL does not get sent to the outside, instead, his body is caught by the ropes and he falls into the canvas instead.
Erin Robbins: FPV had that one scouted! Like I mentioned earlier, these two are VERY familiar with one another. This isn't going to be easy for either of them.
NvL is wobbly making it back to his feet. Frank wastes no time and hoists him up and sends Nathan back down with a harsh scoop slam. He groans and rotates his shoulder as it was still suffering the effects of the earlier onslaught. Finally, he drops down for the pinfall. Laos in position.
Nathan kicks a shoulder off the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: Close call there!
Erin Robbins: It's going to take more than a scoop slam to put away the number one contender to the World Championship.
Frank hauls Nathan up by the hair only to be caught unexpectedly by a jawbreaker courtesy of the Devil's right hand. It stumbles Frank back and Nathan follows it up with DEVASTATING German suplex that crashes Frank VERY awkwardly down onto his neck near the ropes. Frank is VERY out of it.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! More damage being done to the neck and shoulders of Franky.
Erin Robbins: Nathan is doing everything he can to end this one quickly, and if this keeps up ... he just may.
Freddy Whoa: True. Frank might not last much longer here at all.
FPV 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 NvL drags him away from the ropes and into the center of the ring. He drops down over him for a pinfall. Laos in position.
NO! FPV manages to get a shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: Amazingly, FPV still in this thing!
Erin Robbins: This is all strategy at this point for Nathan. Every time Frank has to force his shoulders off the mat, he is expelling more energy.
Freddy Whoa: And more tension on them shoulders. I get it.
NvL hauls FPV 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. Laos again slides into position.
Again, FPV manages to get his shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: He continues to stay in this thing. What heart shown by FPV.
Erin Robbins: Frank has a lot of heart in the ring, that's well documented. But remember the months out of action after being damn near killed by a sadistic Nathan last time. Is this really worth it? Does Frank want things to end the same? ... worse?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, how much worse can you get than crucifyin' a dude?
Erin Robbins: With Nathan? You never know.
NvL 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 Nathan's waist, pulling him up and over for a German Suplex of his own. He keeps his hands locked and bridges up as Nate's shoulders are flat on the canvas. Laos again makes the count.
NO! NvL shoots his shoulder off the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: Ad a near fall for FPV! That was out of nowhere!
Erin Robbins: He still has some fight left in him after all!
NvL rolls out of the attempt, a little dazed after the sudden tide change. FPV is still suffering the effects of his missed dive. Nathan is first to his feet and as FPV gets to his, he explodes at him with a clothesline. But Frank ducks it and instead grabs him for a Russian leg sweep.
Freddy Whoa: FPV avoiding the closeline and he has Nathan down. He needs to capitalize here.
Erin Robbins: But can he? He is still nursing that shoulder. I don't think he is running on all cylinders.
FPV wastes no time as he forces himself to his feet. He grabs hold of NvL and pulls him back up. Frank delivers a combination with quick, neraly flawless execution as he hauls Nathan up for a vertical suplex and follows up with a quick, effective snap leg drop.
Freddy Whoa: I think that answers your question. Franky with some damn effective offense.
Erin Robbins: And Nathan finds himself in trouble! Frank has turned this thing around and might slow down NvL's momentum heading into Revenge!
He crashes his leg down into Nathan with perfect execution. After the impact, he shifts into the cover and hooks the leg, keeping him down for the pinfall.
NO! NvL again shoots his shoulder off of the canvas. FPV looks slightly stunned as he rolls off of the pinfall.
Freddy Whoa: Another near fall! FPV bringing everything he has here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Frank hasn't forgotten at all. They may be confined to a number of rules, but they are still bringing it to each other despite that. A classic battle.
FPV slowly back to his feet now as he looks to continue the offense against the Devil's right hand. As he makes it back to her feet, FPV hauls him up with a double underhook backbreaker. von Liebert is down on the canvas and Frank looks to take it to him some more.
Freddy Whoa: Frank isn't finished!
Erin Robbins: Nathan is in trouble!
FPV into the ropes and gets a HUGE leap for another leg drop. But NvL rolls out of the way. FPV land HARD on his tail bone. Nathan wastes no time at all as he scrambles to take advantage and locks Frank up in a Koji clutch.
Freddy Whoa: He has nowhere to go!
Erin Robbins: This is it! This is it!
FPV scream out in agony as NvL wrenches the hold, applying pressure, causing the tension to target his shoulders. He applies more and more pressure. Laos is there to check for the submission. FPV screams out in pain but he won't give in.
Freddy Whoa: How much longer can he endure this? His shoulder 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. Nathan has no problem putting him back on the shelf.
NvL continues to wrench the submission hold and FPV is struggling. But he uses his feet to try and push himself toward the ropes. Inch by inch he uses his feet to drag himself closer.
Freddy Whoa: I don't believe this. There's no way he can reach the ropes. This is insane!
Erin Robbins: The man is crazy! Just tap and walk away!
NvL is not giving him any reprieve as he keeps the hold locked in tightly. FPV continues to inch his way forward and he somehow manages to get his hand on the bottom rope! The crowd is riled up for both stars as the match continues on. Laos begins his count for NvL to release the hold.
NvL releases the hold. The damage having been done.
Freddy Whoa: I am in awe right now. FPV somehow managing to make his way to the ropes. Battling the pain searing in his arms. This is amazing!
Erin Robbins: But he is hurting badly. NvL is going to continue to pick him apart.
NvL grabs hold of FPV' arms and drags him back to the center of the ring. And AGAIN he applies the koji clutch.
Freddy Whoa: Oh this is it. He can't possibly endure another round of torture to his arms.
Erin Robbins: Wait look!
However, NvL never gets the hold fully applied the second time around as FPV powers his way free of the hold. He makes his way to his feet, as does NvL and he strikes again!
Freddy Whoa: BOOM HEADSHOT!!
Erin Robbins: NO!
NvL ducks the shot and instead hauls Frank up again into his reverse suplex position.
Erin Robbins: STRAIGHT JACKET DROP!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHAT HE DOIN'?
Nathsn shifts a 180 and turns toward the ropes, dropping Frank to the outisde. Laos immediately calls for the bell as Frank hits the floor.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... NATHAN VON LIEBERT!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What a match. Nathan keeping aware of his surroundings and dumping Frank to pick it up.
Erin Robbins: In a match like this, you really can't control a spill out of the ring like that. Frank got caught and it cost him. Nathan maintains his momentum heading into Revenge with the victory here tonight.
Following his match with FPV, Nathan stays in the ring instead of heading backstage. Calling for a mic, he waits for the drone of jeers and boos. Taking a deep breath, Nathan points to backstage.
NvL: As all of you people know, I take on your World Champion, Steve Orbit. . .
This time Nathan has to pause for the overwhelming cheers.
NvL: . . .and I felt like in honor of Steve Orbit and his “lifestyle,” I’d go get me a woman. Not just any woman, though. No, I went and got a woman Orbit know personally. So watch and enjoy the video of my first ever lap dance.
And with that, the crowd turns to the titantron as a video begins to play (for those watching at home, it plays directly on their television). . .
The scene opens in the lobby of some dingy hotel. Standing behind the desk is a man whose chest is blurred out, most likely a symbol sewn on the shirt to give away the location the crew was at. The man is looking bored, until up walks Nathan von Liebert, hands in the pocket of his stained jeans. As with most people, this man’s first instinct was to reach for the closest weapon, but Nathan quickly reassures the man by pulling his hands out of his pocket.
NvL: No harm intended, dude. Just need a room for the day.
An exchange is made between the two men and within moment NvL walks away with a room key. Once away from the desk, he reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a cell phone. Dialing a number, he waits a moment while walking to the room. And then he gets an answer on his phone.
NvL: Just calling seeking the services of Rose. . . Motel 6 on Industrial Parkway, room 133. . . Steve Orbit gave me this number, dude.
Nathan finally reaches the room. Before entering, he says one final thing on the phone.
NvL: If the delivery isn’t here in thirty minutes or less, is the meal free?
Laughter can be heard on the other end of the phone, and then Nathan hangs up.
Scene cuts backstage, where Steve Orbit is in his locker room, watching things transpire on a small screen.
Steve Orbit: What you doin', mother fucker...
Cut back to the Titantron.
Nathan enters the room, leaving the camera outside of the room, letting the door shut behind him. This allows the video to go through a lapse, stopping when a beautiful Asian woman wearing a pink tank top and some tight sweatpants with the outline of a thong visible. This time the camera follows as the door opens. Nathan is sitting in the lounge chair in the corner of the room, but he stands once the woman enters. Rose, as Nathan called her on the phone, looks the Devil’s Right Hand up and down once as he steps around the bed.
Rose: You sure you got the money for this?
Nathan rolls his eyes, and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wad of hundred dollar bills.
NvL: Enough for you and so much more.
Rose eyes the wad eagerly, but she doesn’t rush into her work. Shutting the door behind her, she takes one look behind her at the camera.
Rose: So you know Steve?
NvL: Of course I know Steve, we work together. He actually mentioned you once or twice to me, especially after I inquired about some stress relievers.
Rose nods as she eases Nathan down so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. She runs her hand through his hair as she looks down at him.
Rose: What’s your favorite part about a woman?
Nathan looks up her and one of his trademark smirks cross his face.
NvL: I’m an ass man myself.
Scene cuts back to Orbit.
Steve Orbit: Shit... I don't like where this is goin'.
Back to the titantron.
Rose smiles back, and gives Nathan a little bit of her ass. Putting her back to his, she proceeds to grind across the lap of Nathan. Instead of making an awkward face like most men do with their first lap dance, NvL looks calm as he leans onto his arms behind him.
NvL: Rose, do you have any tattoos?
Rose answers while still going hard on Nathan.
Rose: I do, but you gotta pay extra to go find them.
NvL: No, I don’t want to find them. I want to give you a new one.
Rose pauses in her “dance” but before she can turn around, Nathan grabs her around the waist, and slams her onto the bed. Rose is attempting to scream by this point, but Nathan quickly pulls out a bandanna and muffles Rose’s scream. Reaching into his pocket, Nathan pulls out a switchblade, flipping it open to show the camera. Rose sees it out the corner of her eye, and her protests grow louder.
NvL: What’s wrong, Rose? I figured you’d liked getting poked.
Placing the tip of the blade on Rose’s ass, NvL delicately cuts away the sweatpants to reveal a plump cheek. Tapping the cheek with the flat of the blade, Nathan chuckles silently.
NvL: Told you I was an ass man.
And then Nathan did what viewers had been expecting by this point: he carved his initials into the ass of Rose. Blood flowed as “NvL” is tattooed on her. By the letter L, her protests had died off, replaced by groans of pain. Once the task was complete, Nathan, or Vlad by this point, wiped the blade clean on the girl’s ruined pants. Nathan stands erect now, as Rose reaches for her new tattoo. Pulling out several hundred dollar bills, Nathan tosses them onto the bed.
NvL: A bonus for your troubles, Rose.
And with that, Nathan exits the room, leaving Rose to her personal troubles. And that was how the video ends.
Scene cuts backstage to Orbit again. He's trashing the place, obviously very upset.
Steve Orbit: FUCK! SHIT! I'ma kill that mother fucker!
Orbit picks up the small TV and smashed it on the ground. He then exits his locker room, presumably to look for NvL.
Back in the ring, Nathan claps at himself as the fans rain down boos and obscenities onto the man.
NvL: Man, nothing gets me harder than fucking with someone’s head.
And with that, Nathan drops the mic, making his exit to the back.
"Chicken in Black" by Johnny Cash blasts over the P.A. system as John walks down the ramp and grabs a mic from the announcer.
John Gobble: Buk buk...cut the buking music...CUT IT!
The music quickly dies down as John struts around and flaps his arms.
John Gobble: Cheetah Fighter! This is the last straw. I am giving you one last chance to get your ass off the couch and face me like a man! Gobble gobble...I need this match to happen. My career depends on it! I never truly recovered from the beating that loss gave to my career. It still haunts me to this day and it's all your fault! You are the one to blame for my...poultry like behavior...you are the one to blame for my...out bursts. You are to blame for all the horrible things that have happened in my life recently! I want to come down to the ring and answer for yourself.
The actor looks to the ramp and waits...
John Gobble: I guess the chicken...ah-hem, I mean yellow-belly coward, refuses to show his...
"When Did This Storm Begin" by Shiny Toy Guns interrupts John as Cheetah fight strolls to the ring with a microphone already in hand. He slides into the ring and steps in front of John.
Cheetah Fighter: What is your deal, John? For the last month or so, you have been calling me out, trying to get a rematch. I am not fighting in EPPW, get over. I didn't come out here to accept a challenge or...ruffle feathers. I came out here to tell you what everybody else has been telling you. Move on...You are stuck on this thing like it is the end of the world. It wasn't even your first loss. Why are you so bent on this?
John moved in real close to Cheetah fighter. He had to look up because Cheetah Fighter dwarfed him in size. John stares intently into his eyes as if on the verge of letting loose, but then...Gobble drops to his knees and sobs at Cheetah Fighter's feet.
John Gobble: Please please please. Just one match, that is all I am asking. Just one match and I will leave you alone for ever and ever.
Cheetah Fighter: Just one match.
John Sits up and nods his head as tears could be seen streaming down his face.
Cheetah Fighter:...Fine. One match and that's it.
John shoots to his feet and gives Cheetah Fighter a big hug. John begins to celebrate as if he just one the superbowl. He drops to his knees while facing the audience and yells "I did it!" He slides out of the ring and struts with confidence up the ramp. Cheetah Fighter stood there with his jaw wide open as if he can't believe what he just saw. After shaking his head, he finally slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp in disbelief...
Scene cuts to a hallway back stage. Orbit is going down the hall, furious. He opens several doors, looking inside, and then slamming them shut. A ringhand passes by, and Orbit snatches him up.
Steve Orbit: Hey man, you seen Nathan von Leibert?
The ringhand nervously shakes his head "no". Orbit lets him go and slams his hand on the wall.
Steve Orbit: FUCK!
Orbit continues down the hall.
Freddy Whoa: What a NIGHT we have had so far. Lots of exciting promos for Revenge next week, as well as quality wrestling from more than a few EPPW superstars. What's next on the radar for tonight Erin?
Erin Robbins: Well... it's the victory ceremony for a member of our honorary management committee - Mr Seth Lerch! I mean, come on Freddy, did you actually that Zach Davis could have made a successful return at the expense of our Chief Operating Officer?
Freddy Whoa: Uhh... I highly doubt that he was the one behind the mysterious messages last week. But nonetheless, whatever Seth Lerch did was not right at all! I mean, he was supposed to return this week, but after that brutal attack, who knows when Zach will be back?
Erin Robbins: Oh, just stuff it. Think about it, if Zach was back, I'll have to listen to his poisonous words. Also, you'll be back on that lame ole Wednesday show doing fluff pieces. Heh. At least now you get the pleasure of sitting next to a beautiful woman.
Freddy Whoa: ...
Erin Robbins: Ha! Well, let's get the match started and let our great COO get the victory!
Almost immediately, "Master of Puppets" by Metallica then hits the speakers, and the ever-confident Seth Lerch walks out, grinning from ear-to-ear. The Philadelphia crowd is booing loudly, but he is undaunted.
Stanley Moser: Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-eight pounds... he is the current COO of EPPW... SETH LERCH!
Cockily making his way to the ring, he grabs a microphone from one of the stagehands and slowly rolls in.
Erin Robbins: He looks confident, doesn't he?
Freddy Whoa: When he beat up an innocent man, yeah.
Erin Robbins: You saw what he did earlier Freddy, don't risk it.
Headbanging a little to his own entrance theme, he struts to the centre of the ring and orders the referee to get out, before gesturing for the technical team to cut the music. He glances up into the crowd, still wearing that wide smile and lifts his microphone up to his lips.
Seth Lerch: Well, well, well. I guess all you saw the video I asked the production team to put in at the start of the show. Though it may be tough, I found out who that troublemaker was last week.
Immense jeering commences. He frowns.
Freddy Whoa: Not well liked, is he. Figures.
Seth Lerch: Hey. HEY! Shut it!
Erin Robbins: Yeah people. And Freddy. Don't be rude.
The anger rising from the crowd grows to even more phenomenal levels. Zach Davis was popular amongst the EPPW/WCF faithful for a reason. Seth scoffs at the level of noise and rolls his eyes.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, whatever. You peasants don't matter to me. I come out to this ring because I have a match against a...
He raises his other hand to imitate a quote mark.
Seth Lerch: "Mystery - COUGHZACHDAVISCOUGH - Opponent". And I will not defy the orders of management. So, let's await his arrival, shall we?
Even more booing emerges, but this time, Seth ignores it. He exits the ring and orders the same stagehand he took the microphone from to get out of his seat. The EPPW COO then take the folding chair and re-enters the ring. Opening it up in the middle of the ring, Seth sits down and resumes talking.
Seth Lerch: By the ruling of EPPW, if the "Mystery - COUGHZACHDAVISCOUGH - Opponent" does not enter the arena in one minute, he or she will forfeit the match, and I will be crowned the winner.
Freddy Whoa: ... I can't watch.
Erin Robbins: Shh. He has his rights.
He lowers the microphone for a little bit, as if to gather his thoughts, before lifting it back up again.
Seth Lerch: And of course, that means I'm the best competitor tonight. Even better than our so-called EPPW Champion, who isn't even scheduled to compete yet. Ah, what can you expect out of Bravado?
The old-school crowd is incensed beyond measure now. Debris is thrown into the ring, and an empty water bottle even hits Seth on the head. He stumbles back a little bit.
Seth Lerch: OI! Stop that right now, or I will cancel the rest of the show! I MEAN IT!
The dissent comes to a grumbling stop. Not due to respect for the former owner of WCF, but more because they didn't want to miss the later match between Steve Orbit and Steeltoe Joe.
Seth Lerch: So... let's start the countdown! One minute on the clock, and if Zach Davis doesn't come out by then, I win!
Erin Robbins: Hahaha! Nice one boss.
Seth drops the microphone and folds his arms, waiting for the match to officially begin. On the EPPWTron, a timer has begun counting down, and the crowd's attention is firmly on it. Their dislike of Bravado is intense, but no one can resist the return of a wrestling favorite (even if it's highly unlikely). Meanwhile, the referee has re-entered the ring after being ordered to do so by Seth.
Freddy Whoa: Fifteen more seconds.
Erin Robbins: It's all but over. Sucks to be you Zach, after what you did last week.
Crowd: 10! 9! 8! 7-
Freddy Whoa: Just look at Seth in the ring, so cocky after what he did.
Crowd: - 6! 5! 4-
Erin Robbins: Count one victory tonight in Bravado's books, folks. They sure as heck deserve it.
Crowd: - 3! 2-
Erin Robbins: It's over!
Seth is still sitting down and grinning maniacally in the ring, full of arrogance at his impending victory.
Erin Robbins: Woo hoo! Good job Seth! Hey, Moser, go do your job!
Freddy Whoa: Urgh...
Seth is besides himself. He climbs to the top of a turnbuckle and poses for the crowd, who are back to booing him heartily. Ring announcer Stanley Moser starts his announcement, just as the official raises Seth's hand up in victory.
Stanley Moser: The winner of this bout... as a result of a FORFEIT... SE...
The crowd, grumbling at this point in time, starts hollering again.
Freddy Whoa: WOAH! WOAH! Wait! Wait! The timer is stuck! It never reached zero!
Erin Robbins: Wait... WHAT!?
And indeed, it never did! The timer on the EPPWTron shows a single numerical digit: 1. And as the crowd's attention refocuses back on to the screen, somehow, the numbers start to move back in order, and the vocal Philly crowd are besides themselves yet again.
Freddy Whoa: What is happening?
Erin Robbins: The numbers... THEY ARE GOING BACK IN REVERSE!
The screen is showing a flurry of motions now. Static is showing, and the number has transformed from a one to a ten. Seth is confused and is demanding answers from the technical team and everyone around him. Suddenly, without warning, all the lights in the Wachovia Centre go off, and the crowd goes apeshit.
Freddy Whoa: Just like last week!
The EPPWTron comes back to life with the number 10 on it. The screen begins counting down once more, and this time, the crowd chants along with it enthusiastically.
Erin Robbins: I don't get it. Zach was injured, I saw it!
Freddy Whoa: As I said, it wasn't him! We'll find out who it is now!
Crowd: 5! 4! 3! 2! 1-
Freddy Whoa: I can't wait!
All the lights in the arena shut down simultaneously, and then, without warning, they come back on in a fury. While everyone is still being blinded, a familiar sound effect blasts around the arena.
Freddy Whoa: Three shotgun blasts... wait a minute... I know who this is!
Erin Robbins: Goodness me.
The audience waits with baited breath, before a familiar song they haven't heard for a while plays. "Back For More" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the speakers, and the crowd erupts at the sight of a masked figure walking down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Is it him?
The masked figure looks up and down the crowd calmly, before slowly removing it. As the mask comes off, the crowd absolutely EXPLODES as they find out who their mystery opponent is.
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD! IT IS HIM! IT'S MORIENTES! MORIENTES IS BACK IN THE EPPW!
A grimacing Morientes looks at the adoring fans appraisingly, nodding his head as he soaks in the applause and cheers from them. Seth Lerch on the other hand, is in a state of shock. He was definitely not planning for a fight of this level.
Freddy Whoa: MORIENTES IS BACK ON SUNDAY NIGHT SLAM! Tell your parents everyone, he is back, and by God he looks good!
Erin Robbins: Oh crap... get out of there Seth! You don't want to get anywhere near him!
It seems that the COO of EPPW has had similar thoughts. Instead of staying up and fighting, Seth has already made his way out of the ring. But the returning Spaniard has no plans of letting him go. Morientes dashes after Seth and tackles him to the ground, furiously punching and hammering away at him.
Freddy Whoa: All right! This is epic! Go Morientes go!
The fans are ecstatic at seeing their favourite foreign superstar yet again, and seeing him beat up such a hated figure in the company just made things sweeter. The bell rings as Morientes hauls the dazed COO up and throws him back into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: And here we go! Morientes versus Seth Lerch, one-on-one!
Erin Robbins: What is that cowboy doing here! No one expected him here, and no one sure as heck welcomes him back!
Freddy Whoa: I think you'll find about twenty thousand people here who will disagree with you Erin! God, it's good to see him back here!
Meanwhile, Mr. M is still pummelling away at Seth. He grabs Seth and hits him with several hard body blows. Wincing in pain, the EPPW COO backs into a corner, gasping as he clutches his ribs from the hard haymakers delivered to him.
Erin Robbins: I'm still in shock. Why has he made his return ahead of schedule?
Freddy Whoa: No one knows! But I'm sure we'll hear more from him later on! For now, let's just laugh at Seth being beaten up, haha!
While his opponent is still lying on the turnbuckle, The Bull rushes in with an absolutely SICKENING swinging elbow to the head that echoes around the arena. Seth slumps forward, eyes closed as he tries to deal with that concussion-inducing headshot. Not giving Seth any time to recover at all, Morientes grabs him, switches him around, and delivers a beautiful Russian legsweep!
Freddy Whoa: I think we all know what is next!
Spanishsault! The Spaniard scales the rope, and as the thousands of cameras go off, he delivers a picture perfect Spanishsault to Seth, who grabs his torso in agony. Morientes pops right up, grinning slightly as he raises his hand up to the screams of fans.
Erin Robbins: This is sick. Simply sick. How can someone do this to another human being!?
Freddy Whoa: Uhh... Seth? Remember what he did to Zach earlier? Uh, duh.
Erin Robbins: That's different.
As Seth stumbles to his feet, confused and hurt, he turns around, only to meet the not-so-welcoming hands of Morientes. The Bull lifts him up, and plants him down HARD on the canvas with an Español Bomb! Seth's head, the primary target of Morientes the whole match, slams on to the ground painfully.
Freddy Whoa: Español Bomb! This one, ladies and gentlemen, is in the books.
But Morientes isn't done! He drags the limp carcass of Seth Lerch to the centre of the ring, and puts him belly-first on the mat. Mr. M then grabs him, and wrecks the COO with an excruciatingly painful Bull's Choke! Seth's neck and body are twisted into different directions, as he yanks them. Having no choice, and being pressured tremendously, Seth taps out, as the crowd explodes into cheers.
Stanley Moser: The winner of this bout... as a result of a SUBMISSION... MORIENTES!
Freddy Whoa: Incredible! Simply an incredible performance from the returning Spanish superstar. One may think that he has lost a step or two, but he looks even better than even, seeing from the absolute massacre we saw just now!
Erin Robbins: I feel for Seth Lerch. He doesn't deserve that at all, enough said. I am sure Bravado will have a response of their own in time to come.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe. But for now, let the man enjoy his return.
The match official raises Morientes's hand into the air in victory, as a beaming Mr. M looks around the crowd in pleasure. After breaking free from the referee and stepping (purposefully) across the body of an unconscious Seth Lerch, Morientes gestures for a microphone.
Morientes: Hello EPPW!
The crowd hollers.
Morientes: Yes. I am back. And better than ever, trust me. I have watched you guys from my home in Madrid, and I have to rectify the situation, no questions asked. So... I am making this statement PERSONALLY, across the dead cuerpo of our favourite man in the world, Seth Lerch.
Erin Robbins: How rude.
Morientes: Bravado is a plague. And within this company, are even more pests. There are those that I still admire, including our current champion, and there are those that I despise, like our current Elite Champion.
Freddy Whoa: Morientes has never liked Eric Price much. That's for sure.
Morientes: Gravedigger, Eric Price, Steeltoe Joe, and of course...
The crowd waits.
Morientes: Señor John Gable the crazy Gobble turkey.
Needless to say, even heavier booing starts.
Freddy Whoa: Morientes and Gab- I mean Gobble have had a love-hate relationship in the past. Come to think of it... it seemed to be all hate.
Erin Robbins: Who does he think he is!? All the people he just named are good wrestlers who have proven their worth. NOT LIKE HIM!
Freddy Whoa: Ahh shush it woman.
Morientes: We have had our conflicts in the past. I am back now. If you want to continue to stir mierda with me, so be it. I'll be waiting for you. Next week. If you got anything to say to me, say it, and do it then.
With that, the popular Spanish star drops the microphone and walks away. He glances at the still-prone body of Seth, before shaking his head and exiting the ring. The excited Philly crowd starts chanting after him, as he makes his way backstage.
Crowd: MORI-EN-TES! *clap clap* MORI-EN-TES!
The Bull raises his arm in a salute, as he walks off into the night.
Scene cuts backstage, in front of NvL's locker room. Steve Orbit tries the door, but it's locked. He steps back and boots in the door, causing it to break off the hinges.
Steve Orbit: Where you at, Nate? Huh?
Orbit looks around with his fists up, ready to strike. He finds nothing but an empty locker room. Looking around with fury in his eyes, he storms out of the room.
“EricA Price” and Scott Savage are alone in the S-PAC locker room. Scott’s arms are once again crossed over his broad chest and he surveys “EricA” slowly with irritation. She glances over at him and half rolls her eyes.
EricA Price: This is a matter of Integrity! A matter of Morals!
Scott Savage: Stop. Ana, I am not kidding, this needs to end.
EricA Price: How DARE you liken me to that... that... STD Museum!
Scott makes an annoyed noise at the back of his throat but doesn’t move an inch.
Scott Savage: You’re better than this... We’re all better than this. You are giving him exactly what he wants right now and making a total buffoon out of yourself... Not to mention what you’re doing to our brand as a whole.
“EricA” sighs slightly and moves towards the door, she reaches behind her and pushes it to what she assumes is fully shut. She then slowly walks over to Scott and smirks slightly; placing a hand on his folded arms she arches an eyebrow.
EricA Price: I am not your client. Your client was fired...
Scott can’t contain his irritation and interrupts her, almost growling.
Scott Savage: Enough! I refuse to even attempt to reason with you while you’re behaving like this. It's embarrassing to all of us! You are turning our movement into a joke, and not a very good one! You need to take off that ridiculous outfit, and I will go through the proper channels to get your job back, but this is asinine!
Scott moves around “EricA”, making his way towards the door. She sighs and turns on her heels throwing her hands out to the side; Ana slides the wig off her head and drops it on the side.
Ana Valentine: Wait....
Ana walks over to Scott and slides in front of him, totally blocking his way to the door she smiles slightly.
Ana Valentine: It’s only a little role-play Scott... It isn’t hurting us, but it IS getting to him...
Ana licks her bottom lip slowly as the smile turns into a smirk. Scott looks into her eyes, his rage not abating. Ana pulls a quick pout, in that sultry playful way she uses when she's looking to get her own way...
Ana Valentine: And as far as role-playing goes... I’m open to suggestions...
Ana pushes the door all the way shut with her foot as it shuts the camera off from viewing anymore, fading out on what looks like Ana backing Scott into a chair in the far corner of the room.
Freddy Whoa: Here it is, the Champion versus Champion match we've been waiting for!
Erin Robbins: I almost feel bad for Steve Orbit. Being constantly put up against the best of the EPPW, Bravado... but that's what it takes when to be the Champion.
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.
Freddy Whoa: Well here is Steeltoe Joe. He's the longest reigning Champion in WCF and the longest reigning People's Champion of all time. He goes one on one with FPV next week at Revenge, so he's got a lot to look forward to there, just like Steve Orbit does.
The opening synth of "Flash Light" by Parlaiment hits the PA. The arena goes dark until the first "YOWWW" in the song, at which point a pink strobe light begins to flash throughout the arena. Small pink lights swirl around the crowd and the entire arena and eventually converge into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the aisle!, World Championship over his shoulder.
Erin Robbins: Well, here he is, Steve Orbit, at his last Slam as Champion.
Freddy Whoa: Nathan von Liebert is a formidable opponent but you're jumping the gun, Erin.
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.
Erin Robbins: Steeltoe Joe and Jonathan Jakobs beat Orbit and FPV last week. Joe's gonna make it two weeks in a row now.
The bell sounds shortly after Orbit hands his Title belt to the timekeeper. He glares across the ring at Joe, who is, of course, not intimidated. The two approach each other and without preamble Joe fires off a series of stiff punches. Orbit is sent reeling but eventually finds his opening, ducking and then hitting Joe with some shots to the face of his own! The crowd cheers as Orbit pushes Joe into the ropes, then irish whips him across the ring. Orbit runs at him and Clotheslines him... but Joe stands his ground and doesn't go down.
Freddy Whoa: Oof. Well, Erin, you're right about one thing: Bravado hasn't made Orbit's first month of being Champion an easy one. Steeltoe Joe is a monster of a man, and Nathan von Liebert is just... a monster. If Sarah Twilight were still Champion I'm sure she wouldn't be fighting a tough singles match like this before a big Title defense.
Joe hits Orbit with a stiff kick to the gut, doubling him over. Joe then hits a Snap Powerbomb!
Erin Robbins: YEAH! Send 'em to hell, Joe!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!... offensive.
Joe drops down and goes for a cover.
No! Orbit gets the shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: What Orbit lacks in size and strength he makes up for in heart.
Erin Robbins: Yeah... the world's heartiest pimp, thats what they call him. Give me a break.
Joe picks Orbit up and takes him down with Scoop Slam before kicking at him repeatedly.
Freddy Whoa: The People's Champion, taking apart the World Champion here. Orbit needs to get some offense in or else he's in trouble.
Joe picks Orbit up and irish whips him to the ropes. As Orbit comes back, Joe hits a Flapjack! He drops down and pins Orbit again.
No! Orbit gets the shoulder up again.
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit, once again delaying the inevitable.
Joe picks Orbit up and lifts him in a Vertical Suplex, and holds it, keeping the World Champion suspended for several moments.
Freddy Whoa: I'll give the devil his due.. what strength shown by Steeltoe Joe.
However, Joe keeps him up for just a moment too long and Orbit shifts his weight, landing behind the big man and hitting a Dropkick to his back! The fans cheer as Joe goes front first into the turnbuckle. He stumbles back, turns around into a Codebreaker from Orbit!
Erin Robbins: No!
Orbit pins the People's Champion!
NO! Joe powers out of it!
Erin Robbins: Ha! Joe is unstoppable.
Orbit gets up as Joe begins getting back to his feet. Orbit plays to the fans, indicating a big move coming up...
Freddy Whoa: Pimp Slap! Only in WCF can you see a man once known as the People's Pastor get pimp slapped!
Joe goes wide eyed as he sees it coming however and ducks it! The fans boo as Joe then lifts Orbit up into a Suplex again and drops him with a Brainbuster!
Erin Robbins: There's that Stronghold that Joe was going for earlier! Joe wins!
Here's the pin.
Freddy Whoa: NO! ORBIT KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Indeed, Orbit kicked out once more! The fans cheer and this time Joe looks angry. But not TOO angry, because he's ready to put Orbit away. He's measuring Orbit, who is stumbling up...
Erin Robbins: Joe is going for the Baptism! If Joe wins tonight, once Nathan wins at Revenge, perhaps we'll get Steeltoe Joe versus Nathan von Liebert in an all-Bravado World Title match!
Freddy Whoa: Again, getting way ahead of yourself... but Steve Orbit IS in trouble.
Orbit is to his feet, he turns around, Joe catches him... BAPTISM!
Erin Robbins: NO! Damnit!
No, Orbit elbows his way out of it!
Freddy Whoa: PIMP SLAP!
NO! Joe ducks it AGAIN and uses Orbit's momentum to lift him up...
Erin Robbins: STEEL MILL! STEEL MILL! STEELTOE JOE HAS HIM UP!
Indeed, Joe got Orbit up in the Steel Mill! The fans are booing like crazy as Orbit yells in pain and Joe moves up and down, hurting Orbit even more.
Freddy Whoa: Orbit can't risk getting hurt before his Title defense next week, he's gotta give up!
But Steve Orbit once again shows his heart and he refuses to lose! He's able to grab onto the ropes, forcing Joe to release it. He throws Orbit off and out of the ring, but Orbit is able to land on the apron. He Springboards over the top rope as Joe turns and hits a Crossbody! Joe hits the mat, Orbit gets up, Joe stumbles up once more.. PIMP SLAP!
Erin Robbins: Damnit! He hits it this time!
Orbit pins Joe, hooking the leg!
NO! JOE KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Freddy Whoa: What a match! Steeltoe Joe kicked out of the Pimp Slap, after Orbit finally hit it on his third attempt!
Joe is dazed but he STILL won't stay down. As he begins to get up Orbit runs at him and hits a Shining Wizard, once again trying to knock out Joe. Joe's eyes glaze over as he lays motionless on the mat for the first time in the entire match.
Erin Robbins: Come on Joe...
Orbit slowly but surely begins climbing to the top. He reaches it, looks around at the cheering crowd briefly...
Freddy Whoa: Here it comes...
ORBIT FLIES OFF WITH HIS OAKLAND SPLASH!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Orbit connects! He pins the People's Champion once again, hooking the leg!
Erin Robbins: NO!
And there you have it, Steve Orbit wins! Kyle Steel hands him the World Championship, which he exhaustedly slings over his shoulder. Joe rolls out of the match as Kyle raises Orbit's hand in the air.
Freddy Whoa: After a hell of a battle, Steve Orbit is able to defeat Bravado's Steeltoe Joe, the undefeatable People's Champion.
Orbit climbs up the turnbuckle after a few moments of rest and raises the World Title high in the air to a big pop from the Philadelphia crowd.
Erin Robbins: Maybe so, Freddy, but this was his warmup. He got lucky tonight, but at Revenge, against Nathan von Liebert... Steve Orbit's luck runs out.
The lights cut out.
Erin Robbins: Looks like maybe his luck runs out.. RIGHT NOW!
When the lights cut back on, Orbit is left in the ring-- with Nathan von Leibert behind him.
Freddy Whoa: Look out, Steve!
NvL taps Orbit on the shoulder, and when he turns around, starts hitting him with right hands. The two men begin to brawl in the ring.
Erin Robbins: We're getting a preview of Revenge right now!
Freddy Whoa: Look at Orbit-- he wants to finish this thing right now, forget about Revenge!
Orbit and NvL tumble outside the ring, continuing to brawl. Orbit slams NvL's head into the guardrail. He goes to whip him into the ringpost, but NvL reverses it, and Orbit goes into the ringpost.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the calvary.
Security rushes out from the back room and seperates the two men. They both keep trying to break free, but they are outnumbered and overpowered.
Freddy Whoa: ... Whoa. I haven't seen Orbit this pissed off since... ever!
Erin Robbins: And that's exactly what Nathan wants. If The Mack's not thinking clearly, Nathan will take advantage.
The two men continue to yell at each other while being held back by security.
Freddy Whoa: We'll see how it plays out, live next Sunday at Revenge! See you then!
Slam fades to black.