We open the scene with Seth Lerch walking out into the backstage hall. The show is about to get started, when suddenly he accidentally bumps into someone.
Seth Lerch: Watch where you're going.
Just as Seth is about to leave, the man puts his hand on Seth's shoulder.
Mysterious Person: It's me. Shane.
Seth Lerch: Look, I don't care who you are. I've gotta--
Shane: I've finally found you, dad.
Seth's mouth is wide open in shock as the show starts off.
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai plays as the fans of West Virginia go wild, and Slam is on the air! We go to Freddy Whoa and Erin Robbins.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome to the show!
Erin Robbins: Big one here tonight, Freddy. Lots of Title matches, a lot on the line!
Freddy Whoa: I can't help but notice Eric Price hasn't decided to put any of HIS Titles on the line though, huh Erin?
Erin Robbins: He's running the whole comany, Freddy, he's got priorities.
Freddy Whoa: What IS on the line, however, is the Hardcore Title. Odin Balfore took out Jeff Purse last week, and now he's facing the Monster known as Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: I hate to say it but Oblivion is very possibly the greatest Hardcore Champion we've ever had in this company. He's going to be a hell of a fight for Odin, who has been pretty dominant since winning the belt at Ultimate Showdown.
Freddy Whoa: Nathan von Liebert is in action, defending his World Title one short week after winning it.... against Tyler Walker and Biohazard. What a joke.
Erin Robbins: A joke!? Our new Bravado World Champion is putting his belt up against TWO MEN!
Freddy Whoa: Okay, Erin. Well, Bravado also gets a shot at the Tag Team Titles, as Sarah Twilight and Jonathan Jakobs face off against Logan and Deuce Maximus... and S-PAC.
Erin Robbins: A lot going on here. After last week, S-PAC is one member short, as Ana Valentine left the group. Also, Logan and Sarah Twilight fought to a draw in one of the best contests we've seen in recent memory... so yeah, this one is personal.
Freddy Whoa: John Barber won a match in which he gets to face any Champion he wants for their belt. He has chosen the Television Title, currently owned by Adam Young's thugs, NBK Inc. Can Barber defeat them? Time will tell.
Erin Robbins: After disappearing, the Polar Phantasm is back in action. This is what some would call a dream team... he and FPV are facing Night Rider and Denise D'Evil.
Freddy Whoa: Somehow, Phantasm always ends up facing the forces of evil. First the Church of Dark Saints, now this. Never ends for that guy.
Erin Robbins: Aaron Pearle faces Steeltoe Joe to decide who is the contender for the US Title. Steeltoe Joe versus Eric Price, what a classic match that would be!
Freddy Whoa: We'll see if they'd actually go through with it. Joe has been uncrowned, though; the aforementioned FPV was able to take his People's Championship from him, something we're STILL shocked by.
Erin Robbins: Jordan Caliban and Eli the Kid fight to see who would face Eric Price for the Internet Title. Two up and comers, we'll see how they'll eventually fair against a man like Eric.
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry makes his in ring return, facing Ace Lightning. We've also got Tek and Havok forced to team up against 3rd Generation Badass and The Rookie... the Rookie, of course, forced to team up as well! Two unwilling teams here.
Erin Robbins: We've got Lionheart against Seifer Black Armstrong in his debut, and for our opener.... JOHN GOBBLE VS CHEETAH FIGHTER!
Freddy Whoa: Gobble is pulling double duty tonight, facing the man that turned him insane. How will this turn out!?
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell plays over the speaker system of the Wesbanco Arena as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome to Slam ladies and gentlemen, one week removed from Revenge and we start off Slam tonight it seems once again with the owner of this company!
Erin Robbins: Our new triple champion!
Eric Price steps out onto the stage with a huge grin on his face, wearing a black suit with a black shirt with a gold collar and gold colored tie, the US Title on one shoulder and the Elite and Internet Titles around his waist as he shows them off to a booing crowd. He has sunglasses on as he walks with a bit of a limp slowly making his way toward the ring.
Freddy Whoa: He may be a lot of things but credit has to be given where credit is due. That was one hellacious TLC match at Revenge he had against Jay Price.
Erin Robbins: Yes it was, both men really beat each other up, Eric Price clearly still showing signs of pain from that match. Jay Price hospitalized and is injured, if you go to EPPW.com, you will see the story that he may be out for several months and may never even wrestle again as the doctors are still not sure whether he should be cleared again.
Freddy Whoa: Truly some very life altering implications. We wish Jay Price the best and hope he will return to the ring sooner rather than later.
Erin Robbins: But now our chairman and owner steps into the ring, he’s certainly carrying all the hardware, three titles that he certainly had to fight over. This crowd showing absolutely no respect to him however.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric asks for a microphone from the ring announcer as he continues to carry the US Title over his shoulder, the Elite and Internet Titles wrapped around his waist as the music dies down.
Eric Price: Shhhhhh!!!!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Many of you did not believe I could do it but as you see here tonight, I am now once again the US CHAMPION!!!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: Not only that, but I am also now a triple title holder, that is a unique position here in this company as not many men can make that claim truthfully but it takes some hard work to achieve this. Let us however not forget that last week in that hellacious TLC match, Jay Price was severely injured and may never wrestle again.
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: I know … many expected me to come out here and gloat but I’m not going to do that. It’s not fair to do so, fact is last week I was the better man but I will not discredit what Jay Price did. He wrestled a great match as did I and we put each other through hell.
Eric removes his sunglasses to reveal a few bandages and a black eye
Eric Price: As you can clearly see, we both suffered scrapes and bruises, his far worse than mine obviously.
Eric puts his sunglasses back on
Eric Price: But I would like to sincerely wish Jay Price the best on his road to recovery, I know it’s not easy but I hope he gets back to the squared circle as soon as he can!
Crowd gives a mixed reaction with some applause
Eric Price: But it’s time for us to move on here in EPPW because as sad as that situation is, there is another situation that has developed and one that I did not foresee. This issue involves Sarah Twilight!
Crowd boos loudly at the mention of her name
Eric Price: Yeah … I know. It seems she has had some disagreements with how I’ve chosen to do business. Two weeks ago she unexpectedly returned without even discussing it with me; and last week, she couldn’t even beat Logan in what ended up being a draw. I mean come on Sarah, really? You couldn’t beat that piece of crap?!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Oh how far you’ve fallen. You were World Champion and now you can’t even beat a has been like Logan, maybe I should get you some new competition more on your level. How about say … Adam Young ... wait, he wouldn’t be appropriate you know why Sarah? Because unlike you, he’s actually a champion, haha!!!
Crowd gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos
Eric Price: So Sarah, why don’t you get out here so we can air out your grievances and listen to you try to tell me how to run what is my company!
Suddenly 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.
Erin Robbins: Well, you had to know that Sarah would be out here, especially after Eric had some very candid remarks to make about her. I don't know what he's thinking ... this certainly spells trouble for him.
Freddy Whoa: I can't stand either one of them. But for sure Eric's mouth might wind up costing him here.
Erin Robbins: If there's one person who doesn't care that he is the chairman, it's Sarah Twilight. She's made that very clear over the past few weeks.
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 ignores everything. She is dressed in a black tee shirt that is covered with an emboidered flaming pentacle. "Mistress of Mischief" is written just above the pagan symbol in blood red lettering. She also wears a pair of light blue denim jeans and a pair of black leather, calf cut boots. Her facial expression is blank, however the fact that her emerald green eyes remain fixated on Eric Price the entire time as she makes her way down towards the ring tells the story. The crowd continues to boo as she climbs up the ring steps and makes her way into the ring. She walks directly up to Eric Price and stands in front of him, glaring at him with merciless eyes. Eric actually backpedals a step or two, holding a hand up in front of him.
Eric Price: Whoa whoa! You are not going to come out here and intimidate me. I am your boss and I will --
Sarah YANKS the microphone from his hands. There is another mixed reaction from the crowd at this point.
Sarah Twilight: I don't give a shit what you THINK you are to me. You aren't going to do SHIT! You want to run your fucking mouth? I have NO problem with doing to you EXACTLY what I did to Skyler Striker and Shannan Lerch.
Erin Robbins: I told you this wasn't going to be good.
Freddy Whoa: There's no two ways about it. Nothing good will come of this at all.
Eric continues his backpedaling. He quickly and almost desperately asks for another mic and it is handed to him. Again Eric waves a hand in front of him, trying to keep Sarah at bay.
Eric Price: Now this is exactly what the problem is. You see, I enjoyed watching Mr. Striker get everything that he deserved. But Shannan? She did not deserve to be viciously attacked as she was. And now, you threaten me with violence simply for trying to enforce the rules and be given the proper respect from my employees?
Sarah Twilight: Enough talking asshole ... I'm sick of listening to you.
She takes a step toward Eric who again yells into the microphone to avoid any physical altercation.
Eric Price: Sarah! Sarah wait a minute. Hold on a damn minute. Now I don't wish for things to come to this. But I will have to take action if you lay your hands on me. We are supposed to be allies ... in this together. However you just don't seem to wish to respect authority whatsoever. I cannot have you running around here unchecked. I mean it Sarah, if you lay one finger on me ... you'll leave me no choice but to consider your termination.
Sarah steps right into his face, almost taunting him.
Sarah Twilight: Do it ... fire me. FIRE ME! Go ahead Eric ... say the words. Tell me that I'm fired. You say the words and I will break every fucking bone in your body. I will make you bleed from places that you didn't even realize that you could. I will do FAR worse to you than what I did to you back in April. Fire me ... do it Eric ... DO IT RIGHT NOW!
Eric appears flustered and not even sure how to respond to this at all. Sarah is far from finished with him as she continues to get right in his face.
Sarah Twilight: There isn't a DAMN thing that you can do Eric ... because you know I will end you. I will end you right fucking here. You had better understand this ... and understand it well. You do NOT tell me what to do. I will do whatever it is that I choose to do ... whenever I choose to do it. Now either you are going to shut your mouth and accept that fact ... and we can all move on living in your happy little fairytale world where you believe you are in control of anything. Understand that you enjoy what you do only because I ALLOW you to. Or ... you can fire me right now and endure the BEATING that I will lay upon you like never before.
Eric remains flustered and does not respond to this at all. The look on Sarah's face tells him she is dead serious. After a few moments of silence, Sarah smirks at him and shakes her head.
Sarah Twilight: That's what I thought.
She drops the microphone and exits the ring back up the ramp. The crowd just continues to boo.
Erin Robbins: A bit of an ultimatum given to Eric Price who seems to have decided to just keep quiet and accept it. I honestly believe that was the wisest of choices.
Freddy Whoa: I don't like Eric Price ... but he was on the right path. Something needs to be done as far as Sarah Twilight goes. I just think he's too frightened by her to go through with anything.
Erin Robbins: I can't say I blame him.
Eric remains in the ring and the crowd continues to boo, obviously just as unhappy with him as they were with Sarah. He waits until the Mistress of Mischief disappears behind the curtain to finally respond. His voice is low and somewhat hesitant.
Eric Price: I ... I will take that into consideration ... and give my final decision later tonight.
More boos from the crowd. Eric finally leaves the ring, looking angered and embarrassed as "You Know My Name" hits the arena once again.
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight daring Eric to fire her ... Price says he will make a decision later on. I don't like how this is turning out.
Freddy Whoa: I don't even know what is going on at this point. Bravado having some ripples among the top. This could definitely spell trouble as a whole. I guess we won't find out until later.
“Chicken in Black” by Johnny Cash plays over the PA system . John Gobble struts out onto the entrance ramp, his head jerking around wildly as his arms flap around.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring weighing in at 221 pounds. JOHN…Gobble…
John Gobble wanders down the ramp, bawking at audience members as he continues to flap his arms.
Freddy Whoa: It seems John Ga…Gobble is stuck on full turkey mode tonight.
Erin Robbins: Rumors are, after months of slowly slipping into deep insanity, John Gobble has finally gone off the deep end and has spent the last of couple of days doing nothing put bukawing and strutting around. This moment has been in the work for quite sometime; his loss to cheeta fighter started the downward spiral, moving to Turkey as a self-exile, taking part in a role in an independent student film about a man who believes he is slowly turning into a turkey, and Gobble’s tendencies as a method actor has developed into a sort of full-blown psychosis.
John Gobble struts up the ring steps and slips into the ring, wandering over into his corner before squatting down into his corner, raising his head and jerking his gaze around.
Freddy Whoa: It’ll be interesting to see if John Gobble will be able to come out ahead in this fight and be able to resolve the shame he felt for losing to Cheetah Fighter the first time around.
A lights go dark and the arena becomes eerie. "When Did This Storm Begin?" by Shiny Toy Guns is blasted through the arena. Loud cheers all around the arena. After the intro of the song, Cheetah Fighter comes out from backstage with a cheetah cape. The moment the song reaches the chorus, he throws his cape into the crowd and raises his arms. Then walks down the ramp, slapping some of the audience members' hands. He points to a nearby audience member and flexes with them. Then he gets on the apron and jumps over the ropes. He gets on one of the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air. He goes to another turnbuckle and raises his arms again. Then, he points at a random audience member before getting off the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Looks like Cheetah Fighter is as confident as ever.
Freddy Whoa: No reason for him not to be. Gobble has basically lost it, we aren’t even sure Gobble knows there is a match going on. If Gobble keeps turkeying around, Cheetah stands a good chance.
The referee signals and the bell rings, but instead of a classic lock up, Gobble struts around, pecking at the ropes. Cheetah Fighter just laughs and follows Gobble around, mimicking his movements to mock him.
Freddy Whoa: This isn’t looking good for Gobble. Cheetah Fighter is right behind him and he doesn’t seem to notice or care.
Erin Robbins: We might be looking at a quick match-up here.
Gobble slips between the ropes and struts down the ring steps. Cheetah Fighter leans against the ropes and watches Gobble pecking at the ground. As the referee begins to count, Cheetah Fighter rolls out of the ring and follows Gobble. Gobble roams by the announcer’s desk, knocking over a chair and pecking at it. Cheetah Fighter sneaks up behind Gobble and puts a hand on his shoulder to pull him back to the ring, but as Gobble turns around a chair comes flying by in his hands and nails Cheetah Fighter in the head, sending him crashing to the floor.
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD! Gobble just knocked Cheetah Fighter on his ass with a devastating chair shot, what the hell?!
John Gobble stands up straight, looking down at Cheetah Fighter, chair still in hand. John reaches out and pulls Cheetah Fighter to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. The referee motions and the bell rings. Kyle Steele stands up with a microphone in hand, but John walks over and pulls it out of Kyle’s grasp before putting it to his lips.
John Gobble: AND WINNER…BY SHEER STUPIDITY…CHEETAH FIGHTER!
John throws the chair into the ring, sliding in and getting to his feet, picking the chair back up.
John Gobble: Now, let’s break this down, shall we? After a horrible loss, our hero, me, concocts the perfect plan; a Shakespearean-in-size plot for revenge that would involve him giving the GREATEST PERFORMANCE of his career…so far. He would have to move a distant land…wait, one second…
Cheetah Fighter begins to stir and John raises the chair before slamming it down on Cheetah Fighters back with a resounding thud only to raise it again and bring it down once more. With a deep breath he raises the microphone to his lips once more.
John Gobble: He would have to move to a distant land in an outrageous act of self-exile to start drawing the attention he would need to begin his plan. From there it all came so easily, changing his name, getting a part in some horrible student film in the ass end of the cinema word, digging too deep into the character, bringing his performance to the Wrestling Championship Federation and it was only a matter of time before the internet was buzzing with news on Mister Gobble’s decent into madness. Then, in his ‘lucid’ moments, he would beg for a rematch, talking about how his life was slowly unraveling, how he NEEDED the match to pull himself together again. The act would get more intricate, no matter what happened, no matter who got involved, he would have to stay in character if he wanted to sell the performance, or else it would all fall apart. After weeks, his plead for a rematch was accepted as Cheetah Fighter was lured into a false sense of security, believing that our hero had truly lost his mind.
John looks down at Cheetah Fighter writhing in pain and smiles, crouching down next to him.
John Gobble: Do you get it, you stupid little maggot. I TRICKED YOU! I was so good, my performance was so flawless, that I tricked you into stepping into a ring with me and now you’re on the ground in horrible agony. The records will recognize that you won, but history will recognize me as the winner!
John raises up and looks out towards the audience.
John Gobble: Now, the deed has been done, it is time to sheath our swords, but the third act still needs to be concluded and I see no better way than to bring on the effective end of Cheetah Fighter and to bring forth the beginning of the end of WCF and the new era of JOHN GABLE!
John Gable drops the microphone and brings the chair over his head, slamming down upon Cheetah fighter over and over again, the crowd hissing and booing violently.
Erin Robbins: This is disgusting; John Gable has deceived everyone in order to in act his petty revenge upon Cheetah Fighter.
“Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu runs down the ramp at full speed, sliding into the ring. He gets to his feet and pulls the chair out of Gable’s grasp.
Freddy Whoa: It’s Benjamin Atreyu! It’s been months since his last appearance in WCF after a series of losses which led to his disappearance. What is he doing here? Is he helping Cheetah Fighter? This has nothing to do with him!
For a moment Benjamin and John stare at each other intensely as the crowd is buzzing with confusion. Benjamin smiles and raises the chair above his head, slamming it down violently on Cheetah Fighter. The crowd erupts again in jeers. Again Benjamin slams the chair violently down on Cheetah Fighter before throwing it to the side, and smiling over at John Gable before sliding out of the ring and walking back up the ramp. John Gable laughing as he looks down at Cheetah Fighter.
Primadonna girl by Marina and the Diamonds hits the speakers and Ana Valentine steps out onto the stage to a mixed reception, most of the crowd boos but a portion of the crowd corrupts into cheers as she stands at the top of the ramp and smiles before leaning forward and blowing a kiss out to the crowd with a wink. She walks down the ramp with a mic in hand, pausing to high five a few fans who put their hands out to her.
Freddy Whoa: Well, this is certainly a different reaction from both Ana and the crowd here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Ana made the right decision last week, her and Eric have been communicating this week and seems as though Ana has finally seen the light of fair leadership...
Freddy Whoa: Well, I'm sure Scott could warn Eric not to count his chickens....
Ana walks slowly up the steps and turns with a wink to the crowd before she bends low and slips between the bottom and middle ropes with a bend at the hips, brightening as she enters the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Boy have I missed that entrance though....
Erin Robbins: Ugh!
Ana stands in the middle of the ring with a smile, as she raises the mic to her lips she wets them.
Ana Valentine: Last week at Revenge, I took a stand, not just for myself, but for every one of you...
Nearly the entire arena cheers this time as she smiles and winks again.
Ana Valentine: But, before we get into all that, there's something I have to say...
Freddy Whoa: Wait... Ana isn't here to talk about S-PAC?
Erin Robbins: Just listen will you...?
Ana takes a slow breath as though steadying herself, she looks almost a little sad as she faces the ramp, looking towards backstage.
Ana Valentine: In my decision to join S-PAC, I hurt someone. Not just someone, but a man who took me in when I was weak, who built me back up and tried to help me become the person I once was.... And I thanked him for that by turning against him and using that strength and knowledge he taught me, to hurt him....
A few members of the crowd boo, but most are quiet, attentive, listening to the first honest outpour of emotion from Ana since her turn.
Ana Valentine: Steve, I know this can't begin to make up for all the hurt I caused you... But I'm Sorry.
Freddy Whoa: Wow, Ana is putting it all out here tonight...
Erin Robbins: You have to respect the bravery it takes to stand out here and apologize...
Ana Valentine: I'm sorry that I broke your trust, especially at a time when you had already had it beaten down and broken, I'm sorry that I didn't see what you were trying to do for me.... But most of all, I'm sorry that I lost the only true friend I have ever had in WCF...
Ana looks as though she quickly wipes a tear from here eye before it can fall as the fans cheer in a supportive but also, excited tone. Ana turns slowly to look at the fans either side of her, before she turns back to the ramp.
Ana Valentine: I don't expect anything from you Steve... And I'll understand if you don't believe me, or even if you just don't want to accept my apology, but I need you to know, that from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry for everything I did to you....
Ana looks up at the ramp and sighs softly into the microphone, as she stands for a few moments, allowing the vulnerability of her words to sink in, she remains silent.
Ana Valentine: Now, there is another apology I need to make....
Erin Robbins: We all know who this should be for...
Freddy Whoa: What does she have to apologize to Eric for? He made her life hell and fired her for no reason....
Erin Robbins: For damn good reasons!
Ana Valentine: And that, is to all of you....
Ana takes a moment to point out to the crowd, she nods slowly as they cheer.
Ana Valentine: I looked at the love and admiration all of you had for me... And I threw it in the trash!
The crowd boo, but more, at her words than at her.
Ana Valentine: Yeah, you should hate me... I joined forces with one of the most under-handed and despicable group of people I have ever lain eyes on and for that I am sorry, you all deserve more than that and from here on out, I promise you all.... I will make good on what I started, I will make this about the people who really matter... From here on out, every victory, every title... It's for all of you!
Freddy Whoa: Wow! Ana is making a real turn around here... Could this be the start of a return to the old Ana we all knew and loved?
Erin Robbins: This is just a cheap play to get the fans back on her side...
Freddy Whoa: Said like a true Bravado wannabe....
Ana Valentine: There is only one person to blame for all of this... He talks about how I tricked him... About how I, despite the odds, misled him into thinking I was dedicated to the cause... BULLSHIT! Let me tell you a few things about Scott Savage...
Erin Robbins: Uh oh, this could be bad for S-PAC... Ana has made no secret of the fact that her and Scott were.... intimate.
Freddy Whoa: Ana also gave a warning to Waylon via her Twitter account that Pillow talk is a dangerous thing....
Ana Valentine: Scott Savage is a manipulator.. not just a manipulator, but a master at it... He is a puppeteer who creeps into the places in your head you try to run from and uses them against you. Scott saw I was weak from the break-up of Genesis and he pounced.... He took advantage of me, and yeah, I'm talking in ALL aspects of our relationship....
The crowd boo, but they boo Scott, backing Ana up as she speaks.
Ana Valentine: When you work for Scott, you don't have an opinion, you don't matter... He has a way of getting to you, getting inside your head, that you can't stop. I would wake up and look at myself in the mirror and hate what I saw... I saw someone weak, someone who had to drink just to get through the day... Someone who shared a bed with a man no better than the devil himself and I HATED it!
Ana pauses for a moment to regain herself, she lowers her eyes to half closed as sadness and pain washes across her face, she takes another deep breath and continues.
Ana Valentine: Scott Savage made me hate myself, he made me into nothing more than a pawn in their 'Political' agenda... The people we hurt... The things we did, I'm not proud of any of it....
The fans cheer Ana, willing her to go on as she continues her moment of vulnerability, laying it all out. But something on her face changes and she stands a little taller as a smile passes her lips.
Ana Valentine: It ends now.
Freddy Whoa: Is Ana calling S-PAC out?
Ana Valentine: You hear me Scott? I am done with your shit... You and Waylon can threaten all you want. You can Demand retribution.... Hell, you can BEG for it. I don't care. It ends here and now. When I walk down those halls, I don't see you anymore, you don't even exist to me!
Ana walks over to the ropes, she leans over them, speaking directly to the backstage area.
Ana Valentine: Scott Savage, you are a vile human being, if you can even be called that... You don't control me anymore and next time, you come within a foot of my being... That lead pipe, is going up your ASS!
Ana laughs as the fans erupt into a huge chorus of cheers. She drops the mic as PrimaDonna girl hits and she slides under the bottom rope, dropping to the floor with grace, before making her way backstage.
We cut backstage to the locker room of Seifer Black Armstrong who is getting ready for his match against Lionheart and he is being joined by ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson.
Matthew Robinson: You’ve got this dude…and I’ll be in your corner to make sure that if he or Brandon tries anything…
Seifer Black Armstrong: Yeah definitely…that son of a bitch is going to pay for what he did…
Matthew Robinson: Thanks for helping me get Stace back by the way man, I really appreciate it…
Seifer Black Armstrong: No problem at all man…you guys are part of my family…
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and two men dressed in black suits enter the locker room followed by three police officers. The two suited men show Robinson and Armstrong their badges revealing them to be detectives, Allan Cooper and James Bradley.
Detective Cooper: Gentlemen, my name is Detective Allan Cooper and this here is my partner Detective James Bradley…which one of you is Matthew Robinson?
Robinson and Armstrong look at one another with confused expressions before Robinson turns back to the detectives.
Matthew Robinson: That’s me…is there a problem detectives?
Detective Cooper: We have reason to believe, Mr Robinson, that you are carrying an illegal firearm with you this evening and an eye witness has confirmed this so we have a warrant to search your bag…
Detective Cooper then reaches into the inside pocket of his blazer and pulls out a folded piece of paper and hands it to Robinson who begins to read it over.
Matthew Robinson: There must be some mistake detective…I’m not carrying an illegal firearm…
Detective Cooper: I’m sorry sir but based on the evidence we have been given we must search your bag…
One of the police officers then walks over to Robinson’s duffel bag.
Officer: Is this your bag sir?
Matthew Robinson: Yes it is, but trust me, you won’t find anything…
The officer unzips the bag and takes a look inside of it before taking hold of something.
Officer: I’ve found something…
The officer then pulls out a Glock Ges.m.b.H. and hands it to Detective Bradley.
Officer: A Glock Ges.m.b.H.
Detective Bradley: Is this gun registered to you sir?
Matthew Robinson: I do own a registered gun detective but that one isn’t mine…I have no idea how that got there…
Detective Bradley: Yeah, that’s what they all say…cuff him boys…
Seifer Black Armstrong: Hey, wait a damn minute…this man is a former officer of the law himself…he’s not a criminal…and I’ve seen the registered gun he has and I’ve never seen that gun in his possession ever…
Detective Bradley: Sir, this matter does not concern you so please refrain from getting involved or we’ll throw your ass in the slammer too…
The officer who retrieved the weapon from Robinson’s duffel bag then places a pair of handcuffs on Robinson’s wrists.
Matthew Robinson: Don’t worry about me dude, this is just one big misunderstanding…I’ll get my lawyer and I’ll be out by tomorrow…good luck tonight…
The officers and detectives then lead Robinson out of the locker room and down the corridor and as they head down, Robinson notices Brandon Stevens and Lionheart standing in the doorway of their locker room talking. As they pass them, Robinson smirks and lets out a small chuckle.
Matthew Robinson: So this is what you’ve resorted to…okay…you wanna play? We’ll play…
Officer: Keep moving big mouth…
Stevens looks at Lionheart in confusion.
Brandon Stevens: What the Hell is he talking about?
Lionheart shrugs as the two watch Robinson being taken away by the police officers and detectives, once they turn the corner, Lionheart turns back to Stevens with a large grin on his face.
Lionheart: Clever thinking Brandon, now that face paint wearing freak is all alone…
The two laugh before disappearing back into their locker room, closing the door behind them.
The Animal by Disturbed, The opening to 'The Animal' by Disturbed begins to echo through the arena as the lights go off sending the arena into complete darkness, after a few milliseconds a faint spotlight appears on the stage as we can see Lionheart looking down at the ground with his manager Brandon Stevens standing beside him causing the fans to boo heavily. As David Draiman says 'Nahah nahah', Lionheart shakes his head in time with it and when Draiman shouts 'Now', short, rapid explosions of white pyro burst out of the stage and Lionheart looks up and punches the sky before making his way down the ramp to the ring followed by Stevens.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen...making his way to the ring...being accompanied by Brandon Stevens...from the Amazon Rainforest...weighing in at 350 pounds! Lionheart!
Lionheart reaches the bottom of the ramp and begins hopping from foot to foot in front of the ring before jumping onto the ring apron as white pyro explode from the turnbuckles before Stevens begins to make his way up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. Lionheart then climbs into the ring and charges forward before stopping and punching the air again before he begins to pace back and forth like a caged animal as Stevens climbs into the ring and 'The Animal' fades out.
Suddenly the lights go out and static shows on the titantron as black smoke covers the stage and ramp. The static then turns into a black screen as blood drips onto the screen forming the words Seifer Black Armstrong causing the fans to go wild. Suddenly there is an explosion of fire on the stage and Step up by Drowning pool blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong runs onto the stage whipping the fans up into a frenzy, holding his World title and with his custom title fastened around his waist.
Dazy: And the champion...making his way to the ring accompanied by Chelsea Black Armstrong...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 250 pounds...'The Archangel of the WCF'...Seifer...Black...Armstrong!
Running down the ramp Seifer and Chelsea claps hands with the fans as he does a full lap around the ring before sliding into it under the bottom rope. Climbing onto the second turnbuckle, Seifer puts his arms out in the sign of the cross tipping his head back and spitting out silver mist before jumping down, handing his Coat to Chelsea before taking his t shirt off and throwing it out into the crowd before sitting in the corner waiting for the match to start as Step up by Drowning pool fades out.
Freddy Whoa: We expected Matthew Robinson to be in Seifer's corner, but alas, he has been detained by authorities and so.... Seifer is on his own.
Seifer runs towards Lionheart, taking the fight to Lionheart straight out of the gate! Seifer pounds Lionheart over and over, as Lionheart does his best to block the strikes. Seifer goes for a huge Backfist!, but Lionheart ducks it.
Erin Robbins: Uh oh.
Lionheart Big Boots Seifer down! The fans boo as the King of the Jungle taunts them a bit.
Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black Armstrong had to keep that offense up, but one mistake, the Backfist a little too soon... and now Lionheart is in control.
Lionheart picks Seifer up and throws him to the ropes. As Seifer comes back, Lionheart executes a Spinebuster, slamming Seifer to the mat. And the pin.
No! Seifer actually kicks out!
Erin Robbins: When you're in the ring with a man like Lionheart you know you're gonna have to kick out of a lot of big power moves, so Seifer must be prepared.
Lionheart picks Seifer up and goes to lift him up into the air, but Seifer shifts his weight and lands behind him. Seifer hits several elbow smashes to Lionheart's head before grappling him... and hitting a German Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Great reversal!
Lionheart looks like he's going to try and get up but Seifer hits a quick standing Leg Drop. Now that Lionheart is once again dazed Seifer lifts him up, hits him with several stiff forearms to the head, then lifts him up onto the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Seifer Black Armstrong, going high risk now.
Seifer climbs up with Lionheart.... he's going for a Superplex!
Freddy Whoa: He hits it!
Seifer hits the Superplex! Here's the pin!
No! Lionheart kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Close, but no cigar. It isn't an easy thing to keep down the Man Beast!
Seifer gets back up and waits for Lionheart to climb to his feet. He goes to lift him for the Burning Hammer.
Freddy Whoa: He's gonna end it! Here comes the Fade to Black!
But no, Lionheart slips behind him.... SPEAR!
Erin Robbins: Primal Charge! Not looking good for Seifer here..
The fans boo as Lionheart lifts Armstrong up....
Freddy Whoa: Feeding Time!, there it is.
Lionheart pins him.
Erin Robbins: And there you have it. Lionheart picks up the victory in this personal matchup.
As Seifer Black Armstrong and Lionheart compose themselves after such a back and forth brutal match, on the outside of the ring, Brandon Stevens grabs a steel chair and slides into the ring.
Erin Robbins: What the Hell is Brandon up too?
Freddy Whoa: I have absolutely no idea…
Stevens then raises the chair and smashes it into Armstrong’s back sending him down to one knee.
Erin Robbins: Is Brandon insane?
Freddy Whoa: Again, I have absolutely no idea…
Armstrong then slowly gets back up to his feet before slowly turning around glaring at Stevens whose expression has turned to fear as Armstrong begins slowly walking towards him.
Erin Robbins: Brandon’s in trouble now…
Freddy Whoa: I think you’re forgetting about someone Erin…
Suddenly Stevens sidesteps as from behind him, Lionheart charges into Armstrong, nailing with a vicious ‘Primal Charge’, nearly breaking Armstrong in two as Stevens begins to laugh.
Erin Robbins: That looked painful…
Freddy Whoa: No shit…
Stevens then begins yelling at Armstrong as he repeatedly strikes him over and over again with the steel chair whilst Lionheart rolls out of the ring and removes the top half of the steel steps and slides it into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Oh dear, I don’t like the look of this…
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, and Armstrong’s buddy, Robinson can’t help him because he’s currently locked up somewhere…
Lionheart then pulls a table from under the ring and slides that into the ring before sliding in after it, he then sets up the table and places it over the top half of the steel steps. Stevens then calls for a microphone and is handed one.
Brandon Stevens: This is what happens to people who stick their nose into somebody else’s business Seifer! Do it Lionheart!
Lionheart then grabs Armstrong by the hair, pulling him up onto his feet before lifting him up and then nailing him with ‘Feeding Time’ causing him to crash through the table and onto the steel steps.
Erin Robbins: Oh my God! Lionheart may have broken Seifer’s neck!
Freddy Whoa: He could have done worse than that Erin…
Lionheart and Stevens begin laughing maniacally as ‘The Animal’ by Disturbed blasts out of the PA system. The two then exit the ring and head up the ramp to the back.
Ana Valentine is making her way towards the parking lot via the backstage area after her in ring announcement when she turns a corner and comes face to face with Eric Price. They both regard each other for a moment and Ana fixes a very fake smile on her face, just hoping to escape the arena without an argument for once. Eric approaches Ana with a big smile on his face and as he steps up to her her claps his hands together in an almost jovial way.
Eric Price: I knew you would make the right decision Ana!
Ana Valentine: Yeah.... the right decision for me....
Eric Price: Oh of course! For you AND for EPPW!
Ana folds her arms across her chest slowly but keeps the big fake smile on her face as she nods slowly.
Ana Valentine: Sure, Eric, the best decision for EPPW too.....
Eric Price: And I COMPLETELY understand why you didn't talk about... Our business out there with everyone else....
Ana arches an eyebrow slowly as she looks at Eric.
Ana Valentine: Our.... Business.....?
Eric Price: Oh come now, you don't have to keep up the façade now Ana, we both know that you have something you want to lay on me and now that Scott is out of the picture, well, why wait?!
Ana looks around as if she is expecting someone to jump out Ashton Kutcher style and inform her she's been pranked. After a moment or two, she realizes this is not going to happen, she looks back at Eric, who has that same smug smile on his lips.
Eric Price: Ana, don't play coy.... Lay it on me!
Eric closes his eyes and stands in front of Ana, as though he is waiting for her to do something. Ana shrugs casually, glances round one more time to make sure it isn't a set up and then slaps the taste out of his mouth with a slap so hard, the sound of it reverberates against the arena walls. Eric reels back as his eyes snap open and he looks... Well, he looks a mix or annoyed and... lets not say it.
Eric Price: Oh! You want to play games now do you?!
Eric slams Ana hard into the wall back first, Ana pushes forward, her face right close to his as she pushes back against him, as she does this though, he catches her face in his hand and kisses her!
Freddy Whoa: What.. WHOA... WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: Eric is simply congratulating Ana on making the right choice....
Ana's hands are caught between them, so the struggle she can make with her shoulders against the kiss, is still going on! A couple of annoyed protest noises escape between their lips as she even tries to pull her knee up and low blow him, but can't quite reach. Eric shifts slightly, freeing one of his own hands...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Did he just grab her...
Erin Robbins: NO! How dare you insinuate that!
As Eric's hand 'doesn't' grasp an area teenage boys across the world dream about touching, Billy and John Barber turn the corner in the hallway. Billy, noticing the situation first, runs over and grabs Eric by the shoulders, pulling him off of Ana. Billy shoves Eric back a couple of feet, a pissed off look on his face.
Billy: What the HELL do you think you're doing, Eric?!
Ana stays pressed against the wall, panting slightly as she is in shock and trying frantically to wipe the taste from her mouth. John steps to Ana as though he is about to check on her.
Eric Price: Who the hell do you think you are putting your hands on me?!
Eric suddenly grabs Billy and slams him face first into the wall. Both Ana and John flinch on instinct before John moves forward and grabs Eric by the shirt collar, throwing him to the wall beside Billy. Eric's impact is so hard he bounces off and hits the floor with full momentum, he rolls on the floor for a moment in some real pain.
John Barber: I want to ask you the same thing you piece of shit. I should end you right here!
Ana slowly walks over to where Eric is lying, she rears back her foot and lands the biggest, hardest boot you have ever seen right between his legs. Despite the situation, even Billy and John rear back with a pained look on their faces and Eric yells in agony at the shot. Ana stands over him for a minute, a disgusted look on her face.
Ana Valentine: ASSHOLE!
Ana turns on her heels and stalks away from Eric, she glances over at John and Billy, John is checking on his friend as they are walking away from the writhing Eric on the floor by their feet. Ana nods and half smiles a thank-you. To annoyed and embarrassed by what has just transpired to stop and thank them fully.
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. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around at the crowd, he walks to the ring and gets on the apron and sits on the ropes looking at the ramp.
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 min later the lights go up and havok is in the middle of the ring. Let the fun begin!
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.
Thomas Buckley is walking out on stage as he goes down the ramp. The crowd murmurs, questioning his abilities. He climbs into the ring and warms up.
Freddy Whoa: No one in this match happy about teaming up with anyone else. Let's see how this plays out.
Tek and Havok argue about who is going to start for their team. Adrian tells Buckley to go attack them. Looking a bit hesitant to attack the two angry stars, Buckley does it nonetheless. He runs at them both and Clotheslines them down!
Erin Robbins: Look at the Rookie go!
Tek and Havok both get back up and Buckley Dropkicks Tek, sending him flying out of the ring. This allows Havok to grab Buckley and lift him up before hitting a Fireman's Carry!
Freddy Whoa: Thomas Buckley could only take it to two men for so long... now he has to deal with Havok.
Havok stomps angrily at Buckley, very energetic. Habok then backs up and runs at Buckley... and hits a Running DDT!
Erin Robbins: Beautiful DDT!
Havok goes for the pin.
No! Buckley kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe The Rookie isn't so weak after all!
Havok waits for Buckley to get up and hits a Running Clotheslines, Rookie hits the mat and gets up, Havok then hits a running Big Boot!
Erin Robbins: That's his trademark!
But Tek reaches in and tags himself in! Havok looks like he might fight Tek but Tek goes right on the attack with Buckley. He stomps him a few times before running to the ropes and hitting a Springboard 450 Splash!
Freddy Whoa: Here's the pin!
No! Clark Adrian breaks it up.
Erin Robbins: He doesn't intend to let The Rookie lose this match for him.
Adrian quickly gets back on the apron before he can be attacked. Tek continues stomping at Thomas Buckley.
Freddy Whoa: The Rookie really needs to get some offense going!
Tek lifts Buckley up and goes for a Mic Check!, but Buckley pushes him away!
Erin Robbins: There you go, Freddy, here comes some offense!
Buckley quickly climbs up the ropes, and as Tek gets back up Buckley flies off the top with a Flying Clothesline. Tek sidesteps it, however, then hits the OUT COLD!
Freddy Whoa: Tek is gonna get the win!
But Havok reaches in and tags himself in!
Erin Robbins: Uh oh.
Havok comes in and goes to pin Buckley, but Tek stops him, asking him what he's doing. Havok pushes Tek, Tek pushes him back.
Freddy Whoa: You can't win a tag match this way!
Meanwhile, Buckley has crawled over and tagged in Clark Adrian. Adrian waits for Tek to pushes Havok too hard, then spins him around and hits a Shortarm Fireman's Carry, to 1080 spin, and then a Death Valley Bomb!
Erin Robbins: Clark Adrian just hit his Hook, Line and Sinker!
He pins Havok, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I don't believe it! Clark Adrian just snuck in and stole the win!
Adrian then rolls out of the ring and marches up the ramp like he won the match all by himself. Buckley, hurt, holds his head in pain and follows behind him. Tek and Havok begin brawling inside the ring!
Erin Robbins: I see a personal rivalry developing here between Coldblooded and The Insane One!
We go to commercial as Havok and Tek continue brawling, neither one of them gaining the edge over the other.
The scene opens up in the medical trainer’s area backstage. Billy is seated on the doctor’s table holding an icepack to his head. John Barber is standing there talking to him.
John Barber: I’m not doing it, Billy!
Billy: You hafta do it, John! Ana’s honor has been taken from her by that ruffian, Eric!
John Barber: It’s not my place and he’s the boss and you shouldn’t have gotten involved! We got in the wrong place at the wrong time!
Billy: What the hell, John? What kind of man are you? You’re going to sit there and let Eric attack me and Ana and do nothing about it?
John gets a little angry at that last comment.
John Barber: Hell no, I ain’t gonna just sit back. I’m gonna get him back for what he did to you, Billy. But Ana’s a big girl and can take care of herself. She’s capable of fightin her own battles.
Billy: No! You have to defend her honor! If you don’t, I will.
John Barber: But Billy, Eric already slammed yo—
Billy: I don’t care!! He caught me off guard or something, and even if he does get the best of me, at least I’ll be able to sleep with myself at night. John, I love Ana. We’re getting’ married one day, even if she don’t know it yet. Now, if you ain’t gonna do something about it, then I guess I’mma have to find me a new best man for our wedding.
John gives Billy a curious look and then smiles.
John Barber: I was gonna be your best man?! Come here, buddy.
Billy lowers the icepack and the two bro-hug. John gets a look of determination on his face.
John: Well, that tears it. I’m gonna do it.
Suddenly a woman’s voice can be heard coming from the doorway.
Woman: Well if that awkward hug was any indication, maybe I need to give you two more time alone.
Both men look over and Billy’s face lights up.
Billy hops down from the table. Ana Valentine walks into the shot.
Ana Valentine: I just wanted to thank you boys for helping me out with that creep Eric... Mr. Gropey will get what's coming to him, I assure you that....
Billy: Oh you can damn well bet he will Miss Valentine. John’s going to defend your honor against him in the ring.
Ana Valentine: Wait, he's gonna do what now?!
Ana Valentine: I appreciate you boys standing up for me like you did, honestly, I do... but I'm a big girl and I can handle my own problems...
Ana walks closer to Billy, she smiles and kisses him gently on the cheek
Ana Valentine: What you did was really brave honey... I can't thank you enough for that, you should be really proud of yourself for what you did tonight, I know I'm real proud of you...
Ana looks over her shoulder at John, eying him slowly before she turns to face him fully.
Ana Valentine: But if you think that means that you, have to go out there in some show of testosterone to defend my honor... Then honey you have NOT been paying attention! I appreciate the sentiment, honestly, I do... And hell, if you have some pent-up energy you're looking to burn, we can put that to good use.
Ana winks and then laughs in a playful way.
Ana Valentine: But I am not some sweet maiden who needs you to ride up on your white horse and save her! I will deal with Eric and I will do it my way...
Ana turns and walks towards the door, as she reaches it, she looks back with a smile.
Ana Valentine: If you boys ever need anything, you call me, ok?
Ana Valentine turns and walks out of the locker room. Billy has the stupidest grin on his face. John turns and sees this and starts snapping his fingers in Billy’s face to get his attention. He finally shakes his head and comes out of it.
Billy: So yeah, you see that?!? You gotta do it, John!
John Barber: But she just said not to do it!
Billy waves his hand.
Billy: Ah, she’s just a woman, John. She don’t know what she wants.
John Barber: Fine. I’ll go tell Eric I’m challenging him to a match. What if he says no?
Billy: Then you make him tap out, ya hear?
Both men grin and nod at something off camera.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Now coming to the ring...
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Griffen, Georgia. Weighing in at 245 lbs... Doc Henry!
Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Erin Robbins: Here's Doc Henry, looking plenty confident tonight.
A lightning bolt hits the stage exploding the stage in blue pyro as Lets Ride by Kid Rock fills the arena. Ace Lightning then through the smoke walks onto the stage, pacing back an forth from each side of the stage taunting and getting the audience excited.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee,weighing in at 220 lbs... Ace Lightning!
He then starts walking down the ramp to the ring and slides in the ring and climbs the nearest turn buckle on the right and holds his arms out to the crowd. He jumps back down and kneels in the center of the ring to await the beginning of the match.
Freddy Whoa: Here's Ace Lightning, a newcomer to EPPW. It'll be interesting to see how he handles the challenge of Doc Henry.
Erin Robbins: Doc over half a foot taller than Ace, and outweighs him by twenty-five pounds. This is surely no easy first match for the newcomer.
The referee checks them both for weapons quickly, before signaling for the bell. Doc immediately takes over with stiff rights and lefts to Ace's head. He backs Lightning into a corner, and continues pummeling him until he is in a seated position. He backs off for a moment, only to sprint forward and deliver a hard knee to Ace's jaw.
Erin Robbins: Jesus. Doc isn't screwing around.
Doc drags Ace out of the corner, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Doc hits him with a quick release belly to belly suplex. Ace's momentum takes him out of the ring, and onto the floor. Doc celebrates in the ring; as Ace recuperates on the outside.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Doc is schooling Ace right now. This new guy is gonna have to do something drastic if he wants to stay in this match.
Ace climbs up onto the apron, and jumps onto the top rope. He springboards off of it, and goes for a hurricarana. Doc catches him in mid air, turning it into a powerbomb. As Ace lays there on the mat, Doc smiles out at the audience.
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh... I think Doc smells blood!
He walks over to the corner and crouches, waiting for his opponent to rise. Ace slowly gets to his feet, but is immediately greeted with a vicious spear. Doc immediately pops up, and points to the corner, causing the fans to erupt.
Erin Robbins: Here it comes! Doc is going all-in!
Henry climbs the ropes, and throws up a fist, before hitting a shooting star press perfectly, and pinning Ace Lightning.
Doc jumps up, and the ref raises his hand.
Kyle Steel: Your winner: Doc Henry!
Doc celebrates in the ring as his music plays.
Freddy Whoa: The newcomer couldn't even get started tonight! Bad luck coming up against Doc.
“You Know My Name” By Chris Cornell begins to blast through the speaker system as gold lights shine down upon a happy, smirking Eric Price. Eric taunts the fans as they boo him mercilessly.
Freddy Whoa: And what brings him out here again?
Erin Robbins: He owns this company, I keep telling you this. He can do what he wants.
Eric makes his way toward the ring with a grin on his face, the US Title draped around his shoulder and the Elite and Internet titles around his waist. The ring itself is decorated with red carpet, burgundy ropes and gold all over the place. There are also balloons of red, gold and burgundy floating up from each turnbuckle. Eric Price grabs a microphone.
Eric Price: Ladies and gentlemen, let us all celebrate. We have an amazing tribute and celebration here tonight organized by myself to ensure that the EPPW People’s Champion is recognized by this company for his great achievements and the fact that he is one of the greatest champions in the history of this company!
The fans immediately start cheering loudly and chanting: FPV! FPV! FPV!
Freddy Whoa: This is a bit surprising. I thought Eric Price hated FPV!
Erin Robbins: Eric Price is unbiased and exemplifies fair leadership!
Eric Price: Yes! Keep up the excitement because I am about ready to introduce to you the real, true, bona fide EPPW People’s Champion, a man whom you should all respect and venerate as your TRUE People’s Champion … the People’s Pastor … STEELTOE JOE!!!
Erin Robbins: Hahaha, that’s right Eric, you show them!
All the cheers that were for FPV immediately turn to loud boos as STJ is certainly not the man they were expecting. “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons starts to play through the PA as white and blue neon lights flicker to the beat on the stage area. Fog fills the entrance gate area as Joe comes walking out from amongst the fog. The fans are booing as loudly as they can as Eric Price is clapping for Steeltoe Joe. Joe walks down to the ring and poses for some camera shots. Eric hands the microphone over to Joe and Joe begins his speech.
Freddy Whoa: What kind of a joke is this?
Erin Robbins: That’s the real People’s Champion Freddy, you’d better calm down.
Steeltoe Joe: Thank you Eric, thank you so much for realizing that the belt that FPV carries around his waist isn’t the People’s Championship because I AM THE REAL People’s Champion. Like I said before, you can take the belt from the man but you cannot take away the Legacy that the man made with that belt. Luckily for all these people, I will still gladly be their beacon of hope in a lost and dying world! I still plan on treading the true path of righteousness for these simple minded fools to follow and I will forever be their real and true, People’s Champion. We celebrate a great person here tonight, me of course because there is none greater among you.
Joe looks at Eric and winks.
Steeltoe Joe: No offense Eric but do you all realize that I wasn’t only the longest reigning People’s Champion in EPPW History! I was the longest reigning champion in the modern era. I am not completely sure of this yet but I do believe that I am the longest reigning champion in the whole entire History of WCF and EPPW!!! All you people need me! EPPW needs me and FPV needs me even more because he is just another lost soul. It is his choice whether he wants forgiveness or punishment.
Eric stops Joe for a minute and shakes his hands in a motion, which suggests he is telling Joe to wait a minute. Eric takes the Mic.
Eric Price: Now Joe I have a surprise for you. I spent a lot of time, energy, and resources getting this back for you but I would like you to take it. You deserve it, not FPV, but you. I have here the EPPW People’s Championship and I am going to do the right thing and I am going to give it back to its rightful owner, you Joe!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, what is this?
Erin Robbins: You heard him, Joe is the rightful People’s Champion so he’s just correcting an injustice. Fair leadership in action!
Freddy Whoa: Bullshit!
Erin Robbins: Freddy! Language!
Joe gets a smile on his face as Eric take the People’s Championship out of a red velvet bag and hands it to Joe. Joe takes it and raises it high in the air. Joe is a proud man right now as he even climbs some of the balloon covered turnbuckles to pose for the people in the crowd. The fans are booing as Eric continues to speak.
Eric Price: I am officially reversing the decision of the People’s Championship match at Revenge, we cannot let the virtue of this belt be tarnished by a mistake. So ladies and gentlemen, STILL your EPPW People’s Champion… STEELTOE…
Right at that moment, Eric is cut off by “Ghost and Stuff” blasting through the speakers. It’s FPV, well his music at least but he isn’t coming out. Joe has the belt in a position where he can easily hit Franky in the skull if he comes near him and Eric is about ready for a fight too, but out of nowhere coming from among the fans, FPV slides into the back of the ring and then all you can here is “BOOM HEADSHOT!!!” Joe gets super kicked right in the face as Eric rolls out of the ring wanting nothing to do with it. FPV lets the fans cheer him on as he grabs the People’s Championship from the ring mat, picks it up, dusts it off and puts it on his shoulder. He then raises his arms in the air and rolls out of the ring. Right as Frank is rolling out of the ring Joe recuperates and grabs the mic on the mat.
STJ: You want it this way Franky!?! Well you chose your own path. You just destroyed your own career because I will no longer have pity on you. I will no longer offer you salvation or righteousness in my kingdom but instead I am going to take you to hell myself!
The fans are cheering as Joe kicks the bottom ropes and FPV just smiles back at Joe.
< DING-DING-DING! >
Kyle Steel: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and-
The sound of Kyle’s voice goes flat, and all at once the lights in the arena go out. The jumbotron starts to illuminate with letters.
The Return of GREATNESS…
The WEAK shall PERISH…
A New Name in GLORY…
Before the next words can pop up, Seth Lerch’s voice comes echoing over the speakers.
Seth Lerch: Alright, what the HELL is going on? Turn on the lights. Turn them on!
The lights flick to life all at once in the arena.
Seth Lerch: And get that screen under control! Listen up, I said it once and I’ll say it again, by decree of EPPW Owner Eric Price, there aren’t going to be any special guests or returns in this match unless HE SAYS SO, and whoever the hell is doing his… Oh, whoever the hell is doing this, is hereby BANNED from the arena at WAR, Price’s orders!
The crowd boos loudly at the announcement, and suddenly the jumbotron glows with a new phrase in bright white letters.
The crowd pops for the phrase as it fades.
Seth Lerch: I said get that damn screen under control!
See you at WAR…
Seth Lerch: NO YOU WON’T! YOU’RE BANNED FROM WAR!
Seth Lerch: NO! NO, NO, NO!!
Kyle Steel: the following Contest is the number #1 Contender for the Internet Championship
Hero (Legion of Doom Remix) by Skillet hits.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first Weighing in at 175 lb, from Memphis, TN , Eli the Kid
The music begins to boom on the speakers after the lights start to revolve around the arena they center on the stage. Eli The Kid is out First. Eli pops out from the ground and throws up his hands. he runs up the ramp and stops at the ring. He jumps onto the apron and grabs the top rope. He flips over the top rope and walks over to the left ring post near the ramp. He starts to pose for the audience. He drops back in the ring and turns around. He waits for his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Here He Comes the brash and new Eli THe Kid Already has a chance to take the internet title from the boss all he has to do is beat Jordan Caliban.
Erin Robbins: No way this joker can become internet champion even if he beats Jordan Caliban. but anyway can we get this match on. (yawn)
Kyle Steel: And his Opponent Weighing in at 195 lbs from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, Jordan Caliban.
Stray From The Path by the Landmines hits and the song is screaming out "BETWEEN THE SEASONS WE FIND ROOM" song goes crazy to get the fans amped and as it slows down Jordan walks out to the ramp singing his own theme song into the face of the fans and trying to get them hyped up. Around the 25 mark as the singer starts screaming again he faces the ring and bounces on the spot as the song starts to build to the chorus he sprints at the ring diving in feet first kips up to his feet just in time to scream "COME ON!!!" as the song does. He then perches himself on the top rope to await the match beginning
Freddy Whoa: and here comes Jordan Caliban another up and comer looking to win his first piece of gold but must get past Eli The Kid first this match will be good both of these guys can win this match.
Erin Robbins: Who cares this match means nothing neither of these guys will beat Eric Price when the titles on the line (yawn).
The ref calls for the bell as Eli and Jordan Shakes hands and the match is on
Freddy Whoa: what a sign of respect between these two and here we go.
Erin Robins: (YAWN)
ELi looks to test Jordan's Strength and see who is the more powerful man, and Eli gets the upper hand first in the match planting Jordan's shoulders to the mat for a quick count.
Freddy Whoa: quick pin equals quick kick out.
Erin Robbins: Did u really expect it to be that easy i mean come on the match just started.
Eli tries again only for Jordan to kick out again.
both men are up now and Eli goes for and hits a Headscissors take down then while Jordan is down goes for a standing moonsault hooks the left leg for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Oh so close.
Erin Robbins: well the match continues .
Jordan gets up and and goes after Eli knocking him to the floor as Eli Gets up Jordan runs to the rops and hits his patient OUTGOING!!! on Eli the Kid knocking both out.
Freddy Whoa: What a shooting Star Press to the outside by Jordan Caliban.
Erin Robbins: What does he call that the OUTGOING!!! what a stupid name for a move.
the ref starts the count.
Freddy Whoa: close call Jordan almost walked away with the win their.
Erin Robbins: would of been a relief to end this boring match.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA Erin Lighten up
Jordan wont let Eli rest goes right back after him beating him in the corner grabs him and whips him into the corner on the other side of the ring then runs after him and hits him with a clothes line.
Freddy Whoa: What a vicious Clothesline.
Jordan attempts the Crack a Smile but Eli the Kid reverses it into a Bulldog and goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA Eli looked to have the win right their.
Erin Robbins: and yet he didn't and yet the match continues.
Eli looks to still be in control of Jordan but Jordan is able to gain control of the match and sets up Worlds scariest pile driver Jordan goes for the pin.
Erin Robbins: why couldn't that be it.
Freddy Whoa: Come on Erin try and enjoy the match that's going on what a grouch.
Jordan goes after Eli again looking to get frustrated that he can't put Eli away and hits him with the Cyclone DDT and goes for the pin again.
Jordan Looks pissed that he has been doing everything that he can goes out side grabs a couple of chairs throws them in the ring throwing three in rolling back in the ring grabs one and the reg takes it away and is taking outside as Jordan takes the other one and Cracks Eli over the Head throws the chair down and slaps on the Two tone pass out
Freddy Whoa: Not this way Not this Way come on ref he should be DQ'd he used a chair.
Erin Robbins: shut up Freddy ref never saw anything.
The ref comes back not seeing what has happens Eli looks passed out and the ref Checks and ELi is out cold the ref calls for the bell.
Stray From The Path: Landmines hits and to the announcer for the call
Kyle Steel: here is your winner by knock out and the Number 1 contender JORDAN CALIBAN!!!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: What a despicable act he should be ashamed of himself i hope Eric Price Destroys him in the title match.
Erin Robbins: even tho i like how this went down he now has to deal with the greatest Internet Champion of all time.
The image of Scott Savage appears on the jumbotron, and the crowd immediately begins booing. His head is heavily wrapped in a bandage. Scott smiles and waits for the audience to quiet down. Once they do, he leans back.
Scott Savage: Some of you may have recently witnessed a most fowl, hateful betrayal last week. You witnessed Ana Valentine turn on the team that made her. What's more, she turned on me. I took this woman... she was nothing. No one cared about her, and she was going nowhere. I plucked her from obscurity, and made her a star. I made her a champion. I did everything I could for her, and how does she repay me? She betrays my trust, and savagely attacks me with an iron bar.
The fans cheer at this, as Scott rolls his eyes.
Scott Savage: That is about the reaction I expected from you cretinous neanderthals. Never-the-less, Ana must pay. Ana Valentine must be brought to task for her sins. That is why I am making this offer... if anyone in the WCF locker room can put Ana Valentine in the hospital, I will write them a check for one million dollars. This is not a joke, and it is not a bait and switch. If anyone of you can put Ana in the hospital, the money is yours.
The crowd boos loudly. This brings a smile to Scott's face.
Scott Savage: Hopefully Ana learns from this lesson. No one... and I mean no one survives this sort of altercation with Scott Savage. Try to sleep well Ana, but remember... your million dollar demise is around every corner.
Scott throws his head back in laughter, as the screen fades out.
Erin Robbins: A disturbing offer from Scott Savage. Do you think anyone will take him up on it?
Freddy Whoa: Knowing this place, it's only a matter of time.
Freddy Whoa: Up next we have a match to determine the number one contender for Eric Price's Unites States Championship. Aaron Pearle takes on Steeltoe Joe ... who coincidentally is a member of Bravado along WITH the current US Champ.
Erin Robbins: I don't know what you are insinuating. But Joe has every right to this match. The longest reigning People's Champion is looking to put a tough loss behind him and move forward. He can very well do that tonight ... ecept he must contend with a very hungry Aaron Pearle. It's no secret that I see big things in the future for Mr. Pearle.
Freddy Whoa: So we can assume you're a member of team Pearle?
Erin Robbins: I am, proudly. But in the same token, STJ all the way. I admire the Pastor of Disaster. I am looking forward to this contest. It should be exciting!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to determine the number one contender for the United States Championship ...
“Popular” by Nada Surf cues up.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first .... from Hyannis, Massachusetts ... weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds .... he is "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 and taunts handing HER the necklace of beads he wears. Finally he climbs the steps, slips between the ropes, and buttonholes the referee, nagging him about how to call the upcoming match.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...
The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously "Radioactive" by the Imagine Dragons starts to play as blue and white neon lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the music.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Stockton, California ... weighing in at two hundred seventy two pounds ... he is "The Pastor of Disaster" STEEL TOE JOE!!!
Fog fills up the entrance ramp as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who once cheered him... Booing him as loud as they can. You can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor." Joe walks slow and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.
Erin Robbins: And we're set for one HELL of a match!
Referee Peter Laos calls for the bell and the two circle each other. Pearle uses his speed to use a running baseball slide right under Joe's legs, he stops, and yanks Joe off his feet by his ankles. He smacks the canvas face first. Joe slowly back to his feet and he looks pissed. He turns into a standing dropkick which takes him right back down. Back to his feet again and taken over by a snap armdrag takedown.
Freddy Whoa: And the slightly smaller Pearle using his speed to his advantage. He's looking to pick back up after suffering his first loss at Revenge. And right now, Pearle is in complete control.
Erin Robbins: I have said it before, and I will say it again. Aaron Pearle is the future of this company. But as much as I love Pearle and his athleticism, Joe is a veteran in that ring. Pearle is the greatest rookie we have right now ... Joe is a great veteran. Pearle has his work cut out for him.
Joe back to his feet again and Pearle dashes at him, hopping up for a jumping calf kick, but he's caught and Joe hauls him all the way up and turns it into a sit-down powerbomb, staying with him for the pinfall attempt. Laos in position.
Pearle gets a shoulder up. Joe grabs a handful of hair and pulls him to his feet, now lifting him for a brainbuster. Pearle is out of it as his head connects with the canvas hard. Joe grins as he walks around Pearle, stomping away at him.
Freddy Whoa: Joe is making a statement here to Pearle. He's not going for another pinfall attempt, he's just inflicting more damage. It's that Bravado mean streak we've been seeing lately. Joe is just toying with him.
Erin Robbins: He should just pin him and get it over with. No matter how confident you might be, you just don't drag something on when you have the opportunity to end it.
Joe drops an elbow down on Pearle, followed by another one. He hauls Pearle to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Pearle comes back, Joe ducks down and Pearle over, for a sunset flip, he pulls Joe down and Laos again with the count,
Joe powers out after a two count. The two get back to their feet quickly and Joe sends Pearle down with a clothesline. He aggressively pulls Pearle to his feet, but Pearle battles back, sending lefts and rights at Joe, backing him off. He attempts an irish whip to the turnbuckle but it's reversed and Joe sends the rookie into the turnbuckle instead, he hops up and leaps off for a diving cross body. Joe side steps it and Pearle meets nothing but canvas.
Freddy Whoa: And a high risk attempt but it doesn't pay off!
Erin Robbins: This is what I am talking about. A rookie mistake. Pearle doesn't make them often, but in the ring with a veteran, you tend to take more risks ... attempt higher impact maneuvers to put them away. It didn't pay off this time.
Joe pulls a dazed Pearle to his feet again, But Pearle catches him unexpectedly with an inside cradle. Dale gets into position again.
Freddy Whoa: Close call for Joe there as he was taken off guard!
Erin Robbins: This is what makes Pearle a shining star. He uses everything he can to shift the tide. Just at the snap of a finger he nearly ended it with that inside cradle.
Both men get back to their feet once more and Pearle catches Joe with a back elbow. Joe stumbles back and Pearle follows up with a running bulldog. The crowd is getting worked up now, going back and forth for the two men. Pearle sizes Joe up, ready to seize his opportunity. The crowd is on the edge of their seats. Joe slowly gets back to his feet and right into the waiting arms of Pearle who lifts him up in a belly to back position, holding him, trying to take him over for The Luster Buster. But Joe manages to shift his weight and come off of it, he turns now having Pearle in position. He makes a 180 degree turn and PLANTS Pearle with THE BAPTISM!!!
Erin Robbins: And THAT is all she wrote. Aaron Pearle driven into the mat with The Baptism, and Steeltoe Joe secures himself a shot at the United States Championship.
Freddy Whoa: Aaron Pearle gave Joe a fight for sure.
Joe covers Pearle and Laos in position.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... STEELTOE JOE!!!!
Erin Robbins: Despite the setbacks, Aaron Pearle continues to impress me. Steeltoe Joe puts himself back on track with this victory and on the road to more championship gold. The big story here? That championship gold currently belongs to his Bravado stablemate ... and owner of this very company ... Eric Price.
Freddy Whoa: You have to wonder how that one will play out. Joe has his loyalties, but a chance at the US Title? I don't see Joe walking away from that.
“Won’t Back Down” hits the PA as Jeff Purse makes his way to the ring, wearing an “Eric Price, Pro Bed Wetter” shirt. He is waving and smiling. There is a pep in his step, despite the fact that he lost the TV title to Adam Young’s band of misfits the week before. He rolls in the ring and grabs a mic, centering the large screen that is in the middle of the ring for him. The graphic on the titon tron changes to read “Eric’s A.N.A.S.S.” Jeff rises the mic to talk.
Jeff Purse: I have been slacking somewhat in my responsibilities as the host of this wonderful segment, Eric’s an ass. I know all of you have been waiting for it to come back though, and boy, here at Slam, do I have the GREATEST segment planned yet. Its quite wonderful, actually.
Second, I would like to remind you all to mark your calendars, September 13th, at thirteen, its Jeff Purse vs. Sarah Twilight round 2. It also just happens to be the last night Sarah Twilight competes. I am going to personally see to it that the bitch called Sarah Twilight is no more. And if any of you Bravado fucks has any objection to this, or anything you want to say about this, come on out to this ring right now, and I will show you just how serious I am.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Jeff Purse calling out Bravado.
Jeff Purse: Thirdly, Steeltoe Joe. I am sick and tired of you. Your crap on twitter, your crap every week. How does it feel to have lost against my little buddy Franky? Longest reign ended. By a Croygenix member. Who is the superior group? Exactly.
Jeff Purse: I am sick and tired of Bravado. They walk around like they are the best stable to ever walk the face of this fucking earth. I have news for you fucks though, there are two stables that come to mind that are far, far superior to Bravado. Obviously, Cryogenix, and more so, the stable that used to control this company, way better than Bravado, Pantheon. It just so happens that I happened to be a part of both of those stables. Eric Price, Sarah Twilight, Steeltoe Joe, any other piece of garbage back in that locker room, you come out here and try to prove me wrong.
No more jokes. No more threats. No more fucking games. Mark my words Bravado, the end for you all starts tonight, and the name of that end is Jeff Purse, the mother fucking Future. Which brings me now to this here picture I found in the personal picture book of Eric Price that I happened to steal when I was filling his house with cement. Remember that, Eric? Anyway, this show is about showing support for Eric Price, and that’s exactly what this picture here exemplifies. Here, we will see one of Eric’s most trusted compadres showing him a lot of support.
Jeff pulls the sheet off of the picture, to show a large, blown up, well done photo-shop image of Sarah Twilight fucking Eric Price with a strap on. The crowd loses it. Jeff is laughing in the middle of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: THAT IS HILARIOUS!!!
Erin Robbins: Regardless of its hilarity, it is disrespectful. He should not be doing this.
Jeff Purse: Here we see Sarah Twilight showing her support for Eric…as you can see…she is…
“You Know My Name” Hits the PA as Eric Price walks out onto the stage, pissed off. He has a mic in hand and ignores the boo’s of the fans.
Eric Price: JEFF! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!?
Jeff Purse: Per our agreement, I am showing you appreciation.
Eric Price: You SON OF A BITCH! You think I am just going to let you show that OBVIOUSLY fake picture and be ok with IT!? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!?
Jeff Purse: Your mom seemed to think it was a good idea.
Eric Price: WHAT?!?
Jeff Purse: Your mother, Eric. I showed her the picture last night when I was leaving her house, she seemed to think it was-
Eric Price: Are you making a sex joke about my MOTHER!?!
Jeff Purse: No. Though sex with your mother is a joke.
Eric Price: WHAT?! You take that back, NOW!
Jeff Purse: That’s sounds similar to what I said to your mom last night. Except instead of ‘take it back’ I told her to ‘take it all’.
Freddy Whoa: Eric Price looks like he is going to blow a fuse…
Erin Robbins: Well..can you blame him?
Freddy Whoa: The way he walks around her, he is getting what he deserves.
Eric Price: Do you want me to come down there and beat the shit out of you right now? WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?!?
Jeff Purse: Your mom liked it last night.
Eric throws down his mic and runs to the ring. Jeff meets him though, halfway down the ramp. They begin exchanging punches, rights and lefts, neither getting the upper hand, but neither really losing either. Finally, after a few punches, Jeff begins to take the upper hand, and lands a super kick to Eric. He falls back, but out of nowhere comes Steeltoe Joe with a chair. He swings at Jeff’s head, however, Jeff ducks it, kicks it back right into Joe’s face. However, he is unaware that Sarah Twilight is there now, standing behind him. Jeff turns, right into a Twilight Zone. Jeff’s head bounces on the steel, similar to how Eric’s did. Sarah stands over him smiling as the camera cuts away. Eric is also standing over his body, and he grabs a mic.
Eric: Jeff you have breached your contract far too many times. I may be fair, but I am not stupid. You have disrespected me and Bravado for the LAST time. Jeff Purse...I am so glad to finally be able to say this. Jeff Purse, YOU. ARE. FIRRRRRRRRED!
The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. A cold hatred burns in his eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for his opponent.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. 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 opponent.
The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Ghosts 'n Stuff" hits the P.A and FPV, signature duster and "Franky The Boudle Slayer" T-Shirt, comes out the curtains. He plays to excited crowd like a 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: And now, time for the return of the Polar Phantasm!
Erin Robbins: Oh boy. I can hardly wait.
Freddy Whoa: Nice sarcasm there, Erin.
Polar's music hits, and FPV turns, ready to see his idol and Cryogenix teammate come out. However, much like the tag match with Jeff Purse... the Polar Phantasm is nowhere to be seen.
Erin Robbins: What's going on? Where is he?
FPV looks around, confused, as he clearly expected the Phantasm to be here. Polar's music restarts.... and still, no Phantasm. The ref has no choice but to call for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: Well, turns out we've got a handicap match on our hands now.
Suddenly, Steeltoe Joe comes out.
Erin Robbins: Joe!
Joe looks pretty pissed, still.
Steeltoe Joe: Frank, I just wanted to come out here to deliver some news straight from Eric Price. He's declared that this match will now be a TORNADO HANDICAPPED MATCH! That means two versus one. Good luck, punk!
Joe then turns and leaves, looking smug.
Freddy Whoa: This doesn't look good for FPV... seems like a setup to me.
Night Rider and D'Evil both attack FPV, pummeling the People's Champion from behind. They hit a Double Suplex before they both stomp on him over and over.
Erin Robbins: Frank is the new People's Champion, right? The way I see it, a People's Champion has to be ready for anything!
They lift Frank up and Denise holds him still as Night Rider punches him a few times. She then shoves him forward into Night Rider... who hits a Belly to Belly Suplex.
Freddy Whoa: They're just dissecting him, Erin. This isn't a match, thanks to Eric and Joe, it has become a mugging.
Night Rider climbs to the top rope.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the Guillotine.
Denise D'Evil steps back as FPV slowly climbs to his feet. Night Rider jumps off the top...
Freddy Whoa: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
FPV hits a midair Superkick to Night Rider! D'Evil reacts quickly, spinning FPV around. But FPV runs and hits a Clothesline!
Crowd: FUS ROH DUH!
Denise gets back up, he hits another one!
Crowd: FUS ROH DUH!
And one more!
Crowd: FUS ROH DUH!
FPV plays to the fans quickly, who begin chanting FPV! FPV!
Erin Robbins: FPV is one of the most popular stars in EPPW, that's for damn sure. And he got lucky just now. But that isn't going to save him!
FPV turns around to Night Rider, who is back up... Night Rider lifts him up and hits a Benchpress Slam.
Freddy Whoa: Yep... the numbers game got him. He was able to take Denise down but here is Night Rider.
Night Rider begins climbing to the top rope, slowly, and Denise D'Evil does too, on the opposite end.
Erin Robbins: What are they going for here?
Night Rider flies off the top and hits his Guillotine Clothesline, and once FPV hits the mat, Denise hits her Guillotine Legdrop!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Double Guillotine!
Night Rider pins FPV, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: YEAH! TAKE THAT, FRANK!
The music of the AoD plays as Night Rider and Denise D'Evil roll out of the ring. FPV lays in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know what happened to the Polar Phantasm but this stinks.
Erin Robbins: He left Jeff Purse out to dry a few weeks ago, and now he did the same thing to FPV. These Cryogenix guys are fools, Freddy, they've got to pick their friends better.
Freddy Whoa: I have a feeling Bravado has more to do with Phantasm's disappearance than Polar himself, but maybe time will tell.
Terry Roberts joins Night Rider and Denise D'Evil in the ring, raising their arms high in the air.
Erin Robbins: We weren't sure if Terry was with the AoD or against them.. but it looks like he's with them!
Roberts hugs Night Rider and D'Evil as we go to commercial.
Morientes asked me to send this in. Another segment between us with more tension. This can go somewhere in the middle of the show wherever, no real specific spot here.
The camera opens backstage as an irate Eric Price is seen in his office screaming into his cell phone. Almost immediately, the jeers from the live crowd resume.
Eric Price: No no! I don’t care what your reasoning is; you will do what I tell you RIGHT NOW! My name is Mr. Eric Price and being the Triple Champion that I am, you will respect me!!!
He pauses for a moment as he listens to whomever he is talking to at the very moment.
Eric Price: I got Sarah Twilight right where I want her so say whatever you like! She thinks she's above me? Not a chance. So if you want to keep YOUR job, you better do what I just told you!
After that, he slams his phone down onto his desk.
Eric Price: Idiot!
Heavy booing can still be heard as a knock is heard on the door. Frowning in annoyance, Eric shouts out.
Eric Price: COME IN!!! If that’s you Sarah, you’d better make this quick!
At the mention of her name, even more intense jeers erupt. But they quickly turn to cheers when the camera pans over and it reveals that the visitor to Eric's office is none other than their favorite Spaniard, Morientes, who is currently wearing the most curious expression on his face.
Morientes: So... I heard your announcement at the start of the show.
Eric said nothing, but continues to stare.
Morientes: What are you playing at Price? One moment you are hot, and the other you are cold. She's supposed to be your ally and there you are trying to sabotage her career. What the hell is wrong with you?
At that pronouncement, Eric finally speaks, but not without letting out a sardonic chuckle first.
Eric Price: I’m sorry Mr. M, are you trying to tell me how to do my job? May I remind you that I own and run this company! My business with Sarah is just that … MINE! You do not interfere in what is my business Mr. M, not at all. Speaking of interfering, you thought that little stunt last week was funny when you threatened your dear leader … no no no, I may forgive but I don’t forget and what you did last week was uncalled for and unacceptable. My advice to you as your boss is that you’d best not involve yourself in what doesn’t concern you otherwise, you could be joining the unemployment line!
Morientes raises an eyebrow.
Morientes: Cut that CIO bullshit out with me Price. Both of us know what exactly we think of the other and it ain't the prettiest thing in the world. I hate you and would stab you in the face with a rusty fork given the chance but I want you to stop messing with other people's careers at the expense of your own pride. You are a businessman. You know better than to kill ratings and to jeopardize everyone here.
Eric Price: Oh please … you’re going to tell me what’s best for business? Look … Sarah Twilight was my creation. She would be NOTHING without me! Without me, she would have just been another pretty little face that no one gave two shits about … I made her relevant, I made her important, I made her the draw that she is today! I can make anyone on this roster champion … look at someone like Nathan von Liebert, yeah he looks like crap but I can make him into a great and highly rated champion if he listens to what I say!
Morientes: That’s what I’m talking about … interfering in other people’s careers. Who are you exactly to do that?
Eric Price: Who am I? I’m the owner and chairman of this company, I’m a triple champion, I’m the longest reigning World Champion of the modern era, I am Mr. Eric Price, that’s who I am! NO ONE dictates to me, I determine what happens around here and frankly, I’m tired of your disrespect so next week, I’m going to take care of you and finally rid us of you!
Morientes: So you’re going to fight me one on one?
Eric chuckles a bit.
Eric Price: Fight you one on … oh that’s hilarious Mr. M. No no, you’re not good enough to face me but I have an opponent in mind for you for next week. So get ready to get back in that ring next week because this person I have in mind is going to destroy you and END YOU! You got it?
Morientes: Always a coward you are Price.
Eric looks furious after that comment.
Eric Price: SHUT.UP! JUST GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE YOU PIECE OF TRASH! YOU WILL RESPECT ME AND NEXT WEEK, you’re going to get yours.
Shaking his head, Morientes stares right back.
Morientes: So be it, idiot. Don't say I didn't warn you. Something's gonna kick you hard in the culo very soon, and it's not going to be me. Though I just might as well.
Without saying another word, the Bull stalks off. Eric's eyes however, are still on the Spaniard's retreating back, almost as if he's wary of his true intentions. The camera fades into black as EPPW goes to commercial.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a HANDICAP match, is one fall and is for the EPPW Television title. First, from Miami Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds…”The Florida Cracker” John Barber!!
The crowd pops as “The Fire” by Rev Theory starts playing on the speakers as John Barber walks out from the back. He stands on top of the ramp with a thumb hooked into his right pocket, looking out at the crowd around him. He starts walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans nearest to the barricade. 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: Wow, this guy is really starting to get some great crowd reaction.
Erin Robbins: I think it’d be even louder if he let Billy be his manager and come out to the ring with him.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah you gotta love some Billy!
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, weighing in at a combined weight of 575 pounds, they are recognized as the EPPW Television champion…and accompanied by Adam Young and Prohibir el negro, they are Pepper and Lucifer…NBK, Inc.!!!
The crowd is booing as "Tragedy Part 2" by Shadow's Symphony starts playing as NBK Inc. appears on the EPPWtron. A large NBK flag falls down and hangs over the ring. 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 as a white light hits only them and the rest of the arena is pitch black. They reach the ring and the ring fills with a fog as they all climb in. Adam laughs and the lights fade up.
Freddy Whoa: These two have to be one of the first and possibly only tag teams to hold a singles title here in EPPW.
Erin Robbins: We’ve had plenty of double champions and we’ve even had two wrestlers hold the same belt, but I think this is one of the first tag teams to officially be recognized as the champion of the same singles title.
The referee talks to all three men and tells the two members of NBK, Inc. to decide who will go first and the other has to get on the apron. They shove him out of the way and head right over to John Barber. Barber doesn’t back down and he runs right at Lucifer, the smaller of the two men an decks him with a huge haymaker, sending him reeling but Pepper is right on top of him and starts pounding away at the Florida Cracker. Lucifer regains his balance and runs over and starts viciously stomping away at Barber while Pepper continues hitting him with big rights. The pair finally are both stomping away at Barber. The crowd starts booing and the referee walks over and tries to pull the two men off Barber.
Freddy Whoa: This is ridiculous; the match hasn’t even started yet. The referee needs to get control of this before he has to throw it out.
Pepper and Lucifer turn and start threatening the referee. John Barber wisely rolls out of the ring. Lucifer turns and before he can say anything, Barber grabs his leg and pulls him off his feet. He pulls him until his leg dangles over the side of the ring and Barber slams down Lucifer’s leg, making him yell out in pain. Pepper quickly turns back and reaches through the ropes, grabbing John by the throat. He pulls him back into the ring and the referee shoves Lucifer with his feet until he flops out of the ring and onto the mat.
Adam Young comes running around and starts arguing with the referee over that while Negro checks on Lucifer. The referee rings the bell to begin the match as John Barber tries fighting back against Pepper. The bigger man asserts his dominance with a stiff knee to the midsection, doubling Barber over. Pepper scoops up Barber and delivers a big backbreaker making Barber wince in pain. Pepper picks Barber up and sends him into the ropes and drops him with a big boot. Pepper starts taunting the crowd while pointing at Barber. Pepper walks over and rakes a boot across the face of Barber causing the referee to warn him. Pepper starts talking trash to the referee and Barber slips up behind him and rolls him up for a pin.
1…2..kick out! Pepper jumps up enraged about that, almost losing the match for his team. He start viciously stomping away at Barber and picks him up and sends him across the ring. Pepper bends over as Barber comes back for a back body drop, but Barber leaps over and under, going for a sunset flip. Pepper flails his arms and holds on and then drops a fist, but Barber moves out of the way, causing Pepper to hurt himself. Pepper is up and turns around into a faceful of Barber’s boots with a beautiful dropkick. Pepper is back up and runs at Barber and is put down again by an arm drag. Fortunately for Pepper, he lands in his own corner and Lucifer tags himself in. Pepper isn’t too happy about that and argues with Lucifer until Adam Young starts yelling at the two men.
Lucifer walks up to Barber and asks for a test of strength. The two men lock up and Lucifer puts all he can into the maneuver and starts winning, and the crowd starts cheering for Barber and he starts to rally back, slowly pushing towards Lucifer who finally headbutts Barber and then a second headbutt causes the two to let go of their hands and drops Barber. Lucifer drops a fist onto the head of Barber and applies a headlock while on the ground. John fights his way back up and starts hitting Lucifer with elbows until he’s finally loose. Barber runs and bounces off the ropes and tries to shoulderblock Lucifer off his feet but the bigger man holds his ground. Barber tries a second time and once again fails to take Lucifer off his feet. Lucifer holds his arms out and yells out, but gets a look of surprise on his face when Barber just snaps out a superkick onto the jaw of Lucifer flooring him. Lucifer rolls over to the nearby ropes and shakes out the cobwebs, holding his jaw.
Lucifer hops up and runs at Barber going for a clothesline. Barber ducks and catches Lucifer on the rebound with a big belly-to-belly suplex. Lucifer bounces up and is kicked in the gut by Barber who puts him down with a capture suplex this time. Barber grabs Lucifer and whips him across the ring and hits a big clothesline, flooring Lucifer. Barber runs back into the ropes to bounce off of them but instead bounces his face off the mat as Adam Young trips him and plays innocent as the referee yells at him.
John Barber is up and starts mouthing off to Adam Young. Adam tells him to turn around and Barber turns around into a clothesline from Lucifer, flipping Barber over the ropes and pancaking onto the mat outside. Barber is hurt as he slowly gets up. Adam Young keeps acting like he’s going to attack him but the referee keeps telling him to stay away. The referee suddenly gets distracted as Pepper climbs into the ring and helps Lucifer keep the referee distracted. Adam Young and Negro run over and start stomping away at John Barber. Adam Young tells Negro to lift him up and Young runs at Barber and nails him in the head with the TV title, laying him out. Young and Negro walk around to the other side of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on!! If these guys are going to be out here like this, we need more referees at ringside!
Erin Robbins: Personally I think it’s just fine.
Pepper finally climbs back out onto the apron and Lucifer grins in Barber’s direction seeing him laid out.
Freddy Whoa: Oh I bet Lucifer is happy with what’s gone on here. It’s been nothing more than a mugging!
The referee begins to count out Barber.
Adam Young laughs on the other side of the ring as the referee begins counting.
Freddy Whoa: Not like this!!
John Barber slowly stirring and he sits up.
Barber realizes what’s going on and Adam Young’s smile fades from his face as Barber quickly scrambles into the ring and narrowly avoids being counted out. Adam Young is pissed at ringside, but collects himself as Lucifer pounces on Barber and starts pounding away at his head with his fist. Lucifer gets Barber up and whips him across the ring and smashes him with a forearm. Barber is helped up where Lucifer puts him down with a package piledriver. Lucifer goes for the pin as instructed by Adam on the outside.
Lucifer helps Barber back up and whips him into NBK’s corner and runs at him and hits him with a huge splash in the corner. Lucifer catches him before he can fall as he tags in Pepper. Pepper steps over the top rope and into the ring. Pepper grabs Barber and hits him with a backbreaker but holds him into place as Lucifer props up on the second turnbuckle and delivers a big legdrop. Pepper goes for the pin as Lucifer climbs out onto the apron.
Pepper isn’t phased by this as he helps Barber up and whips him across the ring and plants him with a big one man flapjack in the center of the ring. He rakes his hands across the face of Barber as he tries to get up and Barber yells out in pain and lays against the second rope. Pepper runs across the ring and drops a leg across the back of Barber. He gets up and goes for it a second time but Barber moves out of the way and Pepper lands on the middle rope. Barber gets up and delivers a stiff kick to the back of Pepper who yells out.
Barber grabs Pepper and whips him across the ring, but Pepper reverses the irish whip and catches Barber with a knee, doubling him over. Barber is picked up and hits the Shaker!! Barber is laid out and Pepper goes for the cover again.
Freddy Whoa: There’s no way Barber can keep kicking out of these moves.
Barber just narrowly gets the shoulder up and Pepper isn’t happy. He gets Barber up and puts his head between his legs. He signals for Peppered. He lifts up Barber for the powerbomb, but Barber starts fighting back with frantic fists. Pepper stumbles and Barber lets, go leaning backwards and flings Pepper into the ropes. Pepper lands on the second rope but gets up and turns into a dropkick, causing him to stumble backwards and he ends up twisted in the ropes in a seated position!
John Barber looks out at the crowd and they pop as he runs over and takes advantage of the situation pounding away at Pepper’s head. The referee starts to come over to help Pepper out but Lucifer enters the ring and the referee is trying to get him back outside.
Adam Young runs over and with the help of Negro, they are able to get Pepper free. Pepper immediately grabs Barber by the throat, looking to go for another Shaker, but Barber kicks him in the midsection almost in the crotch area as the crowd cheers him on. Barber hits Pepper with rights, staggering him backwards, one after the other and finally into the ropes. Barber whips him across the ring, but Pepper reverses it. Barber ducks the big boot on the rebound and comes back again and floors Pepper with a huge flying forearm. The crowd goes crazy as Barber puts Pepper in a sharpshooter. Pepper has nowhere to go and the referee is asking him if he’ll give up but Lucifer is in the ring and nails Barber, breaking up the move and the referee is forced to get Lucifer out of the ring again.
Barber is back on Pepper, whipping him across the ring and drops him with another superkick. Barber quickly applies a fujiara armbar and Pepper fights to get out of the hold, knowing what he’s being set up for. Lucifer comes back into the ring but Barber is up. The referee comes over and Lucifer starts to get back out of the ring on his own, but Barber dropkicks him from behind, causing him to flip through the ropes and to the outside. The crowd laughs and Adam Young starts arguing with the referee.
Pepper is up and goes after Barber who moves out of the way and delivers a stiff kick to the midsection of Pepper, doubling him over. Barber grabs him and hits a big DDT in the middle of the ring. Barber hurries over to the nearby turnbuckle and looks to be going for the diving headbutt, but Adam Young is up on the apron. Barber is keeping an eye on him but doesn’t notice Negro walk over. Negro hops up on the apron, but Barber sees him and kicks him off of the apron and onto the floor. Pepper is back up and nails Barber in the midsection, climbs onto the second turnbuckle and superplexes Barber into the center of the ring, shaking it.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! That was huge. Barber is done.
The referee turns back around as Adam Young smirks, climbing down from the apron. Lucifer is finally back up and climbs onto the apron in NBK’s corner. Pepper bounces off the ropes and delivers a legdrop for good measure before covering Barber, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: Barber somehow manages to kick out!!
Erin Robbins: I don’t know how he keeps doing it. He’s survived the Shaker, and a superplex now plus all the beatdowns. Looks like we’re finding out what a Florida Cracker is all about!
Everyone at ringside is surprised and Adam Young is livid. Pepper picks up Barber and walks him over to NBK’s corner and tags Lucifer back in. Lucifer grabs Barber and walks him to the center of the ring. He signals for the Graveyard. He lifts him up and as he twists him around for the move, Barber slips behind him but holds onto Lucifer’s head and drops him with a huge Scorpion Death Drop. Both men are laying there on the mat.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! That was out of nowhere! What a reversal!! Barber is still in this!
Barber rolls Lucifer over and goes for the pin.
1…2…Pepper is in the ring and breaks up the count.
Barber is up and grabs Lucifer, dropping him with a brainbuster. Barber jumps on his arm and applies a fujiara armbar, setting him up for the Cracker. Lucifer yells out in pain but refuses to tap. Finally, Barber lets go of the hold and picks Lucifer up, whips him across the ring, this time dropping him with a drop toe hold and immediately applies a Rings of Saturn type maneuver. Lucifer is in pain and Barber is really applying the move well. Fortunately for Lucifer, Pepper comes into the ring and stomps on Barber and makes him let go of the hold.
Lucifer is slow to get up and he’s holding one arm as if it’s hurting. Barber grins as if he smells blood. He grabs the arm and goes for the Cracker, but Lucifer was playing possum and drops him with a Samoan Drop, finally taking the wind out of Barber’s sails. Lucifer picks Barber up and whips him across the ring and floors him with a huge clothesline. He stomps away viciously at Barber, yelling at him to do something.
Lucifer gets Barber up and whips him across the ring. He looks like he’s going for a bearhug or a belly-to-belly suplex, but Barber slips behind him and drops him with a huge german suplex. The crowd is on its feet as Barber scales the nearby turnbuckles. Pepper is starting to climb into the ring as Barber leaps into the air and drops for a huge diving headbutt onto Lucifer. The crowd pops. John Barber is up by the ropes and Pepper runs across the ring at him for a clothesline. Barber sees this out of the corner of his eye and drops, pulling the top rope down with him. Pepper can’t slow down and flips over the ropes and this just happens to be where Adam Young and Negro are and Pepper lands on them both taking all three men out!
The crowd cheers loudly as Barber gets up. Lucifer is standing behind him.
Barber turns around and gets a kick to the gut. Lucifer goes for the Witch’s Wheel, but Barber is able to get out of the way and falls behind Lucifer. Lucifer turns around into a kick to the midsection and Barber grabs his arm and…CRACKER!! Lucifer yells out in pain but there’s nowhere to go and no one to save him this time.
Lucifer holds on for a few seconds but then finally gives in, tapping out. The referee signals for the bell as Barber lets go and stands on his feet.
“The Fire” by Rev Theory hits the speakers as the referee goes outside the ring to where Adam Young is just now getting up and he’s livid. The referee demands the TV title, but Young won’t let the belt go. The referee finally yanks it out of his hands and scrambles back into the ring as Negro starts to come after him. Pepper slowly rolls out of the ring and rejoins the rest of NBK, Inc.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match and NEW EPPW Television Champion….JOHHHHNNNNNN BARRRBERRRRR!!
The referee hands Barber the belt and raises his hand in victory. Barber walks over to one of the turnbuckles and perches on the second one, holding the belt up with one hand while pointing out to the crowd with the other. The crowd is cheering loudly.
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.
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 lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 142lbs, she is...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory among ENRAGED fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.
All of the lights in the arena dim simultaneously... Next, a massive pulsing light pierces through the vicinity as a barrage of pyrotechnics erupt. Smoke pours from the stage in the midst of various colors & hues. "Rich As Fuck" by Lil' Wayne featuring 2 Chainz pumps from the speakers as Jonathan Jakobs emerges from behind the curtains. He briefly stops and places his right fist in the air, the crowd boos in utter disgust. Jonathan strides down to the ring as he exchanges high-fives with a few of the fans. He climbs the steps & enters the ring. He stands in the corner and awaits his opponent.
“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. 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.
Freddy Whoa: Well, here we go! Just to recap, there will be three people allowed in the ring at any time, one from each team. I know other companies have bizarre rules sometimes with only two people in the ring and they can tag in anyone but we at WCF/EPPW think that's dumb.
Deuce starts for his team, Waylon for his, and Jakobs for his. Sarah seems almost apathetic towards the whole ordeal at the moment.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know what Sarah's deal is. She almost acts like she's above this, you know?
Erin Robbins: She should be fighting for the World Title, Freddy. Not that Nathan von Liebert is a bad World Champion... really, we should just create a second World Title so that Sarah can have one too, since she's the rightful Champion.
Freddy Whoa: Oh brother. As if Bravado needs any more made up Titles.
Jakobs goes right for Waylon, charging at him. Waylon, full of experience, is able to sidestep Jakobs. Jakobs turns and gets a Running Back Elbow from Waylon for his troubles. Jakobs goes down, gets back up, and is then met with a Snap Suplex. Waylon then sees a Running High Knee from Deuce Maximus coming, which he's also able to avoid before dropping him with a Sitout Neckbreaker.
Erin Robbins: Well, S-PAC dominant to start here, due to Waylon's ability to avoid being attacked. Way to go, Cash, way to go.
Waylon tags Gobble. Gobble climbs to the top before entering the ring and jumps off, taking Jakobs down with a Flying Lariat. He then Headbutts Deuce. He turns back to Jakobs and hits a Double Leg Stomp before going for a pin.
No! Jakobs kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Jonathan Jakobs is a former Tag Team Champion, along with Eric Price, a long time ago. Sarah is a former Tag Champ as well. However, they don't seem to be the most cohesive unit as of yet.
Gobble begins picking Jakobs up but Jakobs jabs him in the gut several times. Waylon tries to get in the ring, only to be stopped by the ref. With the ref distracted, Jakobs low blows Gobble.
Erin Robbins: Right in the chicken tenders!
Freddy Whoa: ...
Jakobs is then able to grab Gobble's head and lead him to the turnbuckle. Jakobs gets on top and jumps off... Tornado DDT!
Erin Robbins: That's it! Keep it up!
He grabs Deuce next and lifts him up for a Burning Hammer. Deuce escapes it, though, and tags in Logan.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Face of Treachery!
All of a sudden, Sarah Twilight wants in the match, demanding that Jakobs tag her. Jakobs relunctantly listens to her, tagging her in. She and Logan meet in the middle of the ring and begin brawling.
Erin Robbins: Sarah won't like me saying this, but I think the draw against Logan bruised her ego a little bit. She's gonna want to get payback for that, whether she'll admit it or not.
Sarah comes up on the upper hand of the exchange, and hits Logan with a strong European Uppercut. He stumbles away, and she follows up afterwards with a huge Release German Suplex! Turning around, she's met with a poke to the eye from Waylon Cash, who is back in the match after a tag from Gobble.
Freddy Whoa: A LOT of history here between Cash and Twilight, of course. Two former World Champions and Genesis members.
Erin Robbins: As much of an asshole as Waylon Cash is, he's pretty much developing a lot of history between himself and EVERYONE on the WCF roster.
After the eye poke, Waylon follows up with a Spinning Toehold, taking Sarah down to the mat. He then quickly locks in a Dragon Sleeper.
Freddy Whoa: Dragon Sleeper applied!
Erin Robbins: Useless. Sarah Twilight has never, and will never, tap out. Period.
Regardless, she's in pain. She yells.. and Logan quickly dives and breaks it up.
Freddy Whoa: I think Logan wants to be the one to defeat Sarah!
Logan picks Waylon up and goes for some kind of Suplex but Waylon claps his arms over Logan's head, disorienting him. He then hits the ropes, bounces off and hits a High Knee, taking Logan down. Sarah grabs him and goes to irish whip him, but he reverses it, pulls her in and executes a Powerslam into pin.
No! Sarah kicks out.
Erin Robbins: We almost had S-PAC retaining the belts.. ew.
Freddy Whoa: You know, the last time Sarah and Waylon were in the same match.... Sarah lost. She's got a lot to prove here, I'd say.
Erin Robbins: Incorrect. She's Sarah Twilight, she never has ANYTHING to prove to anyone.
Waylon gets up and tags Gobble back into the match. Gobble comes in as Logan is getting to his feet... and locks in the Crossface Chickenwing!
Freddy Whoa: Another submission applied! Despite Ana Valentine leaving the group, S-PAC has been working like a well oiled machine here tonight.
Jakobs Springboards into the match and hits an Axe Handle Smash on Gobble, breaking it up. The ref yells at Jakobs to get out of the match... and Jakobs reacts by punching him right in the face.
Erin Robbins: Who is that ref to question a member of Bravado!?
Jakobs exits the ring. Sarah is stumbling up... Gobble runs at her and hits a Running Roaring Elbow!
Freddy Whoa: CHICKEN RUN! S-Pac is going to retain here...
Gobble pins Twilight!
Erin Robbins: Idiot. The ref accidentally got knocked out, there isn't anyone to make the pin!
Freddy Whoa: ACCIDENTALLY!?
Erin Robbins: Quiet, Freddy.
Gobble gets up and tries to rouse the referee. Logan, from behind, runs at him and hits a One Handed Bulldog. And all of a sudden...
Freddy Whoa: Is that.... You Know My Name is playing!?
Eric Price jogs out from the back... wearing a referee shirt!
Freddy Whoa: No. No, no, no.
Sarah has tagged in Jakobs, as Logan has tagged in Deuce. Eric enters the match as Jakobs and Deuce meet in the middle of the ring and begin brawling. Jakobs hits a Skull Crushing Finale on him before turning to Gobble. He kicks Gobble in the gut and goes for a Gutwrench Powerbomb, but Gobble reverses it into a Hurricanrana into pin!
After the slow count, Jakobs kicks out. Gobble gets up and starts yelling at Eric, but Eric tries saying he's only here to call things right down the middle. Cash enters the ring and grabs Eric by the shirt.
Erin Robbins: Get your hands off of him, Waylon!
That is, until Sarah comes from behind and low blows him too, right as Jakobs low blows Gobble once more. Waylon collapses into Price, who hits his Reversal of Fortune!, as Jakobs throws Gobble out of the ring. Deuce is up, Jakobs runs at him...
Freddy Whoa: BLOOD MONEY!
Spins Deuce around, right into Sarah-
Erin Robbins: TWILIGHT ZONE!
Jakobs falls on top of Deuce as Sarah blocks interference from Logan.
Freddy Whoa: What a fast count! This is bullshit!
Erin Robbins: After all the bullshit S-PAC put Bravado through, this is simply justice, Freddy!
The bell sounds as Eric grabs the belts and thrusts them enthusiastically into the arms of Sarah Twilight and Jonathan Jakobs. Jakobs climbs a nearby turnbuckle and raises his belt high in the air, as Sarah leans against the opposite turnbuckle, watching Price and Jakobs celebrate.
Freddy Whoa: We've got new Tag Team Champions, I can't believe this. I hate S-PAC as much as the next guy, but this was highway robbery. This match might as well have been sponsored by GTAV, coming to all major consoles soon.
From outside the ring, Gobble and Cash look up into the ring with hatred in their eyes. Waylon is about to try and slide in and attack once more, but Gobble pulls him back, trying to advise him to fight another day.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think we've seen the last of the rivalries on display in this match, Erin, that's for sure.
We come back from commercial with a shot of Biohazard standing in the ring as "Breakdown" by Biohazard plays over the speakers.
Erin Robbins: Well there you can see Biohazard anxiously waiting for our next match to begin. And my oh my is it ever a doozy. Nathan von Liebert, our new EPPW World Champion, is putting the title on the line against two men in a handicap match!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Erin Robbins: Have you trademarked that yet?
Freddy Whoa: I would have but that damn Joey Lawrence beat me to it.
"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.
Erin Robbins: So how do you think we ended up with Biohazard and Tyler Walker as the first challengers to the World Title?
Freddy Whoa: I have a few theories, mostly involving dartboards and blindfolds.
Erin Robbins: Sounds like kinky fun.
Freddy Whoa: Sounds like kinky Seth.
Erin Robbins: What?
Freddy Whoa: Moving on!
A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected. Such an odd entrance for Nathan von Liebert who steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing his street clothes with a straight jacket linking his arms. Walking almost as if drunk to the music, Nathan makes his way down the ramp. He shies away from the hands, shrugging off the boos as he makes his way to the ring. No steps for NvL, who practically dives beneath the bottom rope into the ring. Nathan rises his knees and begins to scan the arena around him. And then he begins to shake, to try and break free of his bindings. With each tremor, each contortion of his body, the violin piece picks up in volume. Almost to the point of eardrum shattering, Nathan's right arm is suddenly free of the straps, and a single red hand raises to the sky above.
"AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH"
Three blood-curdling screams sound off throughout the arena, all three recognizable by any hardcore WCF fan. The first had the lowest pitch, and it was of Johnny Nova. The second of Roxanne, Waylon's girl. The third and final scream was that of Nightmare, Polar Phantasm's wife. And with that, the arena fell deathly silent as NvL frees himself from the jacket, tossing out of the ring waiting for the match to begin.
Freddy Whoa: And there is the new EPPW World Champion! What a match we saw at revenge between von Liebert and Steve Orbit.
Erin Robbins: It really was a great match. I spent the whole night wondering how one of those two was going to be able to win the match with the amount of determination both were showing.
Freddy Whoa: Well let's hope we see the same amount of determination tonight!
Referee Stanley Moser takes the World Title from Nathan and hands it off to a ringside official before he calls for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Walker and Biohazard play a quick game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who is going to start first. Biohazard throws out paper. Walker throws down rock. Biohazard jumps up and down in excitement until Walker rushes Nathan in the opposite corner. Biohazard throws a fit and tries to go after Nathan as well but the referee cuts him off and shows him to the apron. Walker tries to catch Nathan off guard from behind but his heavy footsteps give him away and Nathan is able to counter his advances with a drop toe hold into the corner. Walker's jaw bounces off the bottom turnbuckle as Nathan begins to stomp away at his legs. Walker gets himself under the ropes but Nathan grabs him by the ankles and begins to drag him back into the ring. Walker grabs the ropes and the referee starts a five count as Nathan appears to be trying to pull Walker in half. Nathan finally lets go at four and takes a step back as Walker tries to get back to his feet. Nathan ignores the referee and goes right at Walker, grabbing him by the head and raking him across the eyes. Again the referee is forced to speak up but Nathan ignores him as he leads Walker over to the corner and pushes him into it. Nathan now climbing up onto the second rope and he begins rifling off right hands to the forehead of Walker.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
Nathan hops down out of the corner as Walker stumbles out of the corner and then falls over face first. Nathan now dropping down and rolling him over for the pin.
Walker gets his shoulder up at one and Nathan goes right back on the offensive, digging his thumbs into Walker's eyes. The referee tries to pull Nathan away and then starts up a five count. Again Nathan backs off at four as the referee gets in his face and gives him yet another warning.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is von Liebert trying to do? Does he want to get himself disqualified?
Erin Robbins: I imagine it's more about him wanting to make a statement. Give the rest of the roster a look at how vicious he's willing to get to hold onto that World Title.
Walker is back up to his feet but clutching his eyes as Nathan grabs hold of his arm and shoots him into his corner. Nathan advances on him as Biohazard sneakily tags Walker on the back. The referee sees it but Nathan didn't catch it as he begins laying into Walker with right hands. The referee tries to get Nathan back so Walker can exit the ring but Nathan shoves him off. Nathan now whipping Walker across the ring into the opposite corner as Biohazard enters the ring behind Nathan. Nathan starts to go after Walker when Biohazard rolls him up from behind.
Nathan kicks out after an extremely fast two count by the referee. Even Biohazard looks a bit shocked that he got two out of the schoolboy but he doesn't dwell on it as he begins throwing right hands to keep Nathan down on the mat. Walker comes out of the corner and he stomps down on Nathan a few times before the referee gets him out of the ring. Biohazard now pulling Nathan up by his hair as he sets him up for the Trip To The Wasteland. Biohazard tries to lift him up for the powerbomb but Nathan blocks it and then delivers a back body drop. Walker now entering the ring and he goes after Nathan. Nathan ducks a clothesline attempt, kicks Walker in the gut and then drops him with a snap DDT. Biohazard starts to get up from the mat and Nathan drops him with a shining wizard.
Erin Robbins: The champ is on fire!
The referee tries to get Walker out of the ring as Nathan steps down on the throat of Biohazard and then balances on one foot.
Freddy Whoa: The Choker! How is this not illegal!
Erin Robbins: Oh go put on a skirt you nancy.
The referee finally sees Nathan using the choke and begins a five count. Nathan lets the count reach four and then steps off as Biohazard grabs his throat and begins coughing up ooze. Nathan now pulling Biohazard up to his feet and he hits the Straight Jacket Drop. He goes for the pin attempt.
Walker weakly tries to enter the ring to break up the pin but falls on his face.
A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected von Liebert gets to his feet and has his arm raised by the referee. He yanks away his arm and grabs the World Title belt from the referee as he holds it above his head.
Erin Robbins: Well there you have it, Nathan von Liebert successfully defends the World Title in a handicap match.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Suddenly, Master of Puppets hits, and Seth Lerch steps out from the back.
Erin Robbins: Seth announced that he'd tell us all what the plans for the World Title are going into War... maybe he's here to do just that!
Seth walks quickly to the ring before sliding in. He pats the World Title around Nathan's waist before grabbing a mic, as the crowd boos.
Seth Lerch: THIS! This, ladies and gentlemen... THIS is a real World Champion!
Boo, boo, boo!
Seth Lerch: Let's make this short and sweet, shall we? War has become more than just a match, it has become a legend. The War match is THE match to win in WCF. The match that separates the men from the boys. And, finally, we're going into War with a REAL man as the World Champion.
The fans boo as Seth points to Nathan von Liebert, who stands, emotionless.
Seth Lerch: War will solidify Nathan von Liebert's place as the greatest World Champion of the modern era. Because, yes.... THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP WILL BE DEFENDED IN THE WAR MATCH!
The crowd actually pops.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Nathan von Liebert is a fighting Champion, Freddy, and this proves it! You've all called Bravado cowards, but Nathan is no coward.
Seth Lerch: That's right. The winner of the War match will walk out the WCF World Champion, and that person will know that they are, without a doubt, the best in the WCF. At that person will be Nathan.... von... Liebert.
The fans continue to boo as Nathan and Seth exit the ring, heading to the back.
The opening synth of "Flash Light" by Parlaiment hits the PA. The arena goes dark until the first "YOWWW" in the song, at which point a pink strobe light begins to flash throughout the arena. Small pink lights swirl around the crowd and the entire arena and eventually converge into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the aisle. Steve takes his time, strutting down the ramp, talking to fans who mostly cheer him on-- however, he does occasionally offend a girl or two with his sometimes rude, sexual comments. At ringside he begins the process of taking off whatever pimp attire he is wearing that night, whether its a mink coat, designer suit, etc and always hands his gold chains and his hat to a ring hand. His in-ring attire consists of black spandex shorts with "Pimpin" on the back in pink, and pink boots. He has a body that resembles a model more than a wrestler, he is perfectly chiseled and cut, but he is not huge and muscular like some wrestlers. He continues to flirt with the girls in the crowd as he enters the ring, showing off his body and blowing kisses. The crowd goes bananas when he hits the ring, as OR-BIT chants are heard all over the arena.
Freddy Whoa: Earlier this week on EPPW.com, it was revealed that Orbit would be here to make a special announcement-- and here he is.
Erin Robbins: I'm sure he's here to cry about his loss to NvL. Borrrring.
Freddy Whoa: I doubt that's what it is, but he's in the ring with a mic-- here we go.
Orbit waits for the chanting to die down, smiling with the crowd.
Steve Orbit: Thank you.
Orbit pauses, collecting his thought.
Steve Orbit: This right here, what I'm about to do... it's not an easy thing, you know what I'm sayin'? I've never been one to give up. I've never been one to quit, even when I should. I've never been one to stop pushin'...
The crowd is dead silent. You could hear a pin drop.
Steve Orbit: Aight, let me start this off the right way. Last week at Revenge, I brought everything I had. I fought with everything I got in me. I wanted to retain that World Title... I wanted it more than anything, y'all. But I didn't retain. I lost... I lost to the new, and current World Champion, Nathan von Leibert.
The crowd begins to boo.
Steve Orbit: Hold up, hold up. Now, I know this might not be the most popular thing to say-- but Nathan von Liebert earned my respect last week. He fought me like a man, we brought out the best in each other in that ring-- and he beat me, fair and square. No cheap shots, no dirty tactics-- he was the better man last week. He beat Steve Orbit at his absolute best, and he deserves that gold belt. He deserves to be World Champion.
A small pop for the sportsmanship.
Steve Orbit: So I'm not out here to make excuses. And I know a lot of you would love it if I stood here and called out Nathan for a rematch--
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: But I ain't out here for that, either. Don't get me wrong-- me and Nate, we even now, and there WILL be a rubber match. Just not right now. As a matter of fact, there ain't gonna be no matches at all for me, not in the near future. I been goin', and goin', and goin'... and goin', since I signed that contract. I been so hungry, so determined... so focused on making myself into a star, and becoming the best that I can possibly be. I've ignored my personal life. I've ignored my physical well-being. And the time has come for me to step out and take care of all that.
The crowd is respectfully silent, with a few random shouts of "Don't go!" and "We love you!" The emotion is starting to show on Orbit's face.
Steve Orbit: I love this company, and I love what I do. I love to compete. I love bein' "The Mack". I just had a run with the WORLD TITLE. I mean... shit, I'm just a kid from the projects in Oakland!
Orbit pauses, wiping a tear from his eye.
Steve Orbit: And I'm goin' home y'all, I'm goin' back to Oakland. Most of you know, I bought the strip club I used to work at, Club Violet-- y'all come check me out if you're on the West Coast, aight? The grand reopening is September 14th-- but enough about that. My time in this company has been wild, to say the least. It's been ups and downs, lefts and rights, wins and losses, but the best part... the part that means the most to me, is that y'all have been there with me every step of the way.
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: Look y'all, what I'm tryin' to say is, I love y'all, I love this business, but I need some time. I need some time. Since I been here, nearly a year and a half, I ain't took no breaks. Other guys have taken two, three breaks... gone, come back, gone, come back, since I been around. I know the big question is, how long? And that question... I can't answer. I don't know how long. But it won't be forever, I promise that to y'all. I WILL be back. I WILL return. To my good friends who have my back in Cryogenix-- if there's any of us left... heh, don't give up, keep fightin'. Keep doin' what we do. I'll be back to pick up right where I left off. Until then...
Orbit drops the mic and raises his hands in the air. The crowd goes ballistic as "Flash Light" plays once again. Orbit takes his time, going from turnbuckle to turnbuckle all around the ring, smiling and pointing to the crowd. He mouths "I love you" and "thank you" to the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit, truly a success story in this company, taking some well deserved time off.
Erin Robbins: He's running away like a coward. Crying because he's a loser, and that's all he'll ever be.
Freddy Whoa: Well, I for one will miss The Mack while he's gone, and I'm sure most of the fans are with me on that. I wish him the best and hope he's able to come back soon, and better than ever.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed WCF Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The Wesbanco Arena goes silent, as some of the crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: DAMN!! That scared the holy Hell out of me!!
Erin Robbins: Speaking of "holy Hell" here comes Oblivion.
Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out, with the lovely Vixens skipping behind The Monster. The Gathering are already scattered throughout the crowd. There are some scattered screams throughout the crowd. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera...
Freddy Whoa: Look at Oblivion!
The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away.
Erin Robbins: Stupid cameraman. He should of known better!!
Freddy Whoa: Known about what?!?
Erin Robbins: NO ONE GETS IN OBLIVION'S WAY!! Especially when the Hardcore Championship is on the way!! Everyone knows that Oblivion IS The God of Hardcore!!
Freddy Whoa: After what we saw last week, I think that Oblivion and the rest of The Angels of Death are gonna be on a mission!!
The Vixens continue to skip around the ring, as The Gathering slowly comes down to the ring, through the crowd. Strobe lights continue to flash.
Erin Robbins: Like No matter what anyone thinks or says about this... this... nasty nasty individual, Oblivion is STILL a major force to deal with here in the WCF!!
Freddy Whoa: I have to agree with you, Erin!!
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strike the corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. Erin looks down and sees Freddy hiding under the commentary table.
Erin Robbins: For crying out loud. Quit being such a big baby, Freddy!! Get up here and sit!! DO YOUR DAMN JOB!!
Freddy Whoa: Holy....
Erin Robbins: Love or hate Oblivion, you DO have to give props to The Monster!!
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
Freddy Whoa: ....
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
Erin Robbins: NO!! NO!! NO-O-O-O!!
The lights flicker, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. The Gathering and The Vixens are kneeling down, with their torsos against the mat, with their arms extended outward, towards Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing.
Freddy Whoa: The Wesbanco Arena is defiantly divided tonight!
Erin Robbins: They sure are!!
The Gathering and The Vixens slowly leave the ring, as the music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and gentleman.... The God of Insanity.... OBLIVION!!!
"With Oden On Our Side" Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist...The battle is.. already won!
Odin stands at the base of the entrance ramp, in front of Oblivion. He holds up the Hardcore title then drops it to the ground. Odin steps up onto the ring apron as Oblivion meets him face to face. The crowd instantly stand up to their feet and begin to cheer into a frenzy!!
Freddy Whoa: The crowd is absolutely standing still....
Erin Robbins: The Monster starts hammering away.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion is wasting no time here!! Odin has that hardcore title. A belt that is absolutely synonymous with Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Difference is, Odin is just a little bit bigger then Oblivion. More hardcore though. But, that has yet to be seen.
Odin withstands the mighty and massive blows by The Dark One. Odin scowls as he reaches out and grabs Oblivion by the throat.
Freddy Whoa: Odin has the other hand around Oblivion's neck as well.
Erin Robbins: What's he trying to do?
Freddy Whoa: OH-H-H MY-Y-Y GAW-W-WD!
Erin Robbins: Odin Balfore just lifted Oblivion up and double arm choke slammed him to the floor below.
Freddy: With extended arms. From inside to outside the ring. Odin has to be the strongest man in the company.
Erin Robbins: But Oblivion is the toughest.
Odin jumps down to the floor and goes to pick up Oblivion, to get him to his feet, but Oblivion breaks Odin's arms apart. Oblivion pushes IT's massive opponent away. But, quickly wraps Odin up in a bear hug and runs him back first into the steel ring post.
Oblivion throws Odin down and sizes him up-...
Freddy Whoa: Running knee lift!
The contact with the knee, Odin is jacked back up to his feet and sent staggering backwards. Oblivion goes for a clothesline...
Erin Robbins: Big boot by Odin Balfore!
Odin Balfore just walks away, occasionally looking back at a stunned Oblivion and starts to look under the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Odin looks under the ring, comes back up with a chair.
Odin turns around....
Oblivion spears Odin into the ring apron. Oblivion grabs the chair...
Erin Robbins: Odin just blocked that chair shot!!!
Balfore hits a well needed knee lift. He takes the chair from Oblivion who backs away, doubled over -
Erin Robbins: Thunderous chair shot.
Odin goes for the pin.
The referee slides into position....
Odin picks Oblivion up and starts hitting some big time shots. Oblivion's took a few of them one after the other...
Freddy Whoa: Odin Balfore takes a wild swing at The Monster...
Oblivion starts firing right back.
Freddy Whoa: The God Of Insanity and The All Father are slugging it out, right by the entrance ramp.
Oblivion nails Balfore with an European uppercut, creating some space. A short arm clothesline follows right after.
Erin Robbins: ODIN GOES DOWN!!
Oblivion picks up his opponent right back up and whips him into the barricade. Odin crashes hard into it but Oblivion's not too far behind -
Erin Robbins: Oblivion spears Odin through the barricade and our match has officially broken out into the arena.
The crowd has to scatter back as WCF Security orders the crowd to step back...
WCF Security: STEP BACK!!
Freddy Whoa: I don't believe it!! Both Oblivion and the Hardcore Champion both crashed through the security railing!!
Both men are slow to get up. As they are in process of standing up, they begin throw massive fists at each other.
Erin Robbins: Both of these monsters are fighting in the crowd, practically on their knees!!
Near the collapsed security railing, Oblivion notices something...
Freddy Whoa: This won't be any good!!
The Monster grabs a cable wire and proceeds to choke The Nordic God with it. Balfore is thrashing his massive arms around...
Balfore nails Oblivion in the gut with a massive elbow and grabs Oblivion by the head....
Freddy Whoa: THREE MASSIVE HEADBUTTS!!
As the fans are standing, Balfore grabs a chair...
Erin Robbins: That chair shot rattled Oblivion!!
Oblivion drops to one knee...
Freddy Whoa: Surtr's Revenge!!
That knock out punch dropped The Monster to the sticky floor...
Erin Robbins: The champion goes for the pin!!
Crowd: THREE-E-EEE-E.... NO-O-O-O-O!!
The Monster instantly begins to shake...
Freddy Whoa: RUN ODIN RUN!!
The solid punches knocks Odin Balfore backwards, as they exit the crowd seating area and near the entrance ramp area. There is a metal trash can there full of items.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion spots the trash can.
Freddy Whoa: This is never good....
Oblivion grabs for an item...
Odin Balfore: AH-H-H-H-H-HHHH-H-H!!
Oblivion strike Balfore with a kendo stick.
Balfore nails The Monster with a kick to the mid-section....
Erin Robbins: The champion with a quick release belly to belly suplex!!
Oblivion lands hard on the entrance ramp. Odin gets up on the ramp and picks up Oblivion who starts fighting bak with punches to the gut, then to the forehead.
Freddy Whoa: Everything Balfore dishes out, Oblivion comes back from.
Oblivion lands hard knee strikes, that doubles Balfore over. He gut wrenches Balfore..
Erin Robbins: GUT WRENCH POWER BOMB OFF THE STAGE!!
Freddy Whoa: Balfore just landed on concrete! There's no tables or padding. That's just empty space for the ring crews.
Oblivion goes for the pin.
Odin gets the shoulder up!!
Oblivion hits a few stomps on Balfore to keep him down as he heads back up towards the stage.
Erin Robbins: I think he's going to leap off.
Odin starts to move and get to his feet. Oblivion leaps off the stage.
Balfore catches Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: Running power slam! Lawmaker !
Oblivion kicks out.
Balfore gets up and walks over to the trash can. The Monster somehow gets to his feet but he is dazed. Balfore goes to smash the trash can over the Oblivion's head -
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Fire Ball !
Oblivion picks up the and smashes it Over Balfore's head, before jamming it down, trapping Balfore's upper body inside. Oblivion looks around and sees a sledge hammer hiding in the corner of the stage. He sizes up Balfore but instead of taking the batters swing, he takes a massive over head chop, not only crushing the can but ripping it apart, getting the head of the hammer stuck inside!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Balfore falls to the ground as Oblivion wedges the hammer out of the can and continues the assault with the hammer to Balfore's Midsection. Oblivion rips the can off Balfore's head which is pouring blood. Oblivion picks up Balfore -
Erin Robbins: Fifty-one-fifty! The same move that he laid Balfore out with at Revenge.
Balfore kicks out!
Erin Robbins: What more has to happen in this match?
Oblivion goes to look under the ring. The crowd sees what The Monster is pulling out...
Crowd: WE WANT TABLES!! WE WANT TABLES!! WE WANT TABLES!! WE WANT TABLES!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion is setting up a table. Oblivion is slowly stalking Odin Balfore!!
The Monster picks up Balfore and hooks him up for a suplex.
Balfore somehow, manages to scoop Oblivion up for a torture rack but drops down from his weakened state and ends up hitting a modified back breaker.
Freddy Whoa: I'm not sure if that was planned or not but it sure was effective.
Balfore falls on top of Oblivion.
Oblivion gets the shoulder up as the already standing cheering crowd begins to yell louder...
Crowd: THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
Balfore yells out with anger, as he proceeds to pound down onto Oblivion's masked head. The Nordic Tank grabs for the busted up trash can and takes the jagged edges of the busted top, of the can and begins to...
Freddy Whoa: OH-H-H-H MY GAW-AW-AWDD-D!! OBLIVION'S HEAD JUST SLICED OPEN LIKE A DAMN MELON!! AND THAT SICK SADISTIC BALFORE IS JUST LAUGHING AS HE CARVES UP THE ALSO SADISTIC MONSTER!!
Oblivion squirms and squeaks out in horrific pain. The Monster looks around and smiles, although IT's head is being sliced open, he grabs IT's "saving grace".
Erin Robbins: oblivion just nearly bashed in the skull and the facial bones of the Hardcore Champion.
Both men, bleeding profusely, continue to meet each other with punch for punch. With each swinging thunderous punch, the crowd screams out....
Balfore grabs Oblivion and tosses him into the security railing. People seating near the railing, has to jump back due to the force of The Monster crashing into the left standing barrier, which caused blood to fly everywhere.
Erin Robbins: What the champion doing?!?
Balfore goes under the ring. Some of the close by fans, see what's going on...
Crowd: WE WANT TABLES... WE WANT TABLES... WE WANT TABLES!!!
The champion sets up the table against the corner of the security railing. Balfore grabs Oblivion...
Freddy Whoa: The champion nails his challenger with a vicious knee to the mid-section.
Erin Robbins: Odin Balfore has Oblivion caught in vice grip like bear hug.
Oblivion: NO... NO... NO... NO-O-O-O!!
The Monster slaps the ears of The All Father, which causes Odin to scatter back. Oblivion takes a quick breather...
The table obliterates into several broken pieces.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Freddy Whoa: The champion just put Oblivion through the leaning table!!
Crowd: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Both Oblivion and Odin Balfore are laying in a heap of broken table... NOT MOVING!!
Erin Robbins: Both Oblivion and Odin Balfore are not moving!!
Balfore is the first one to move around, but very slowly. He staggers, just to stand up. He grabs Oblivion and slaps the face of The Monster.
Freddy Whoa: The champion stomps a boot in the gut of Oblivion.
Oblivion is grabbed into a suplex position.
Erin Robbins: Maverick-Plex!!
Balfore nails The Monster with a fisherman's suplex.
Freddy Whoa: The champion is going for the pin...
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD... KICKOUT!!!
Odin Balfore: NO-O-O-O!!
Oblivion begins to shake...
Freddy Whoa: The Monster is beginning to get a very necessary surge of energy!!
WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!!
Oblivion nails the champion with multiple shots to the head with IT's might mitts!!
Oblivion nails Odin Balfore in the mid-section with a stiff kick. The Monster puts Balfore into a inverted suplex position.
Erin Robbins: We know where this is going....
Oblivion picks up the body of Balfore in an inverted suplex position. The body of Balfore falls down....
Freddy Whoa: STUNNER!!
Erin Robbins: SOULTAKER!!
Freddy Whoa: This brutal bloody match has been back and forth and both men are losing lots of blood and you can tell it's taking a toll on their bodies.
Oblivion drags Odin to the set up table and places the champion laying down on top of the table.
Erin Robbins: What is that crazy son of a bitch gonna do now?!?!
Freddy Whoa: It looks like Oblivion is climbing up the turnbuckles.
Oblivion gets up to the top turnbuckle and looks down at Odin Balfore... beaten, broken, and bleeding. Briefly standing there, Oblivion also feels broken and beaten, while still bleeding buckets.
Erin Robbins: HOLY SH<bleep>T!!
Freddy Whoa: ERIN!!
Erin Robbins: No worries. The network will bleep that out.
Oblivion leaps off the top turnbuckle with a high moonsault. The Monster screams out, along with the crowd as IT falls towards Odin Balfore.
Oblivion/The crowd: AHHH-H-H-H-H-HHH-H-H!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!! OBI-SAULT!!
With contact of Oblivion crashing down onto Odin Balfore, the table shatters into a million exploding pieces. Both men are laying motionless.
Oblivion covers the champ with his arm.
Balfore shoots his arm up as both men lay broken and bleeding. The Monster is the first to attempt to get up. Balfore starts to get up just moment later. The battle back and forth with lefts and rights. Balfore is able to whip The Monster into the adjacent turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: The Nordic Tank finding the reserves to some how charge at Oblivion with a turn buckle splash.
The crowd cheers out a response.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion moved out of the way and The Maverick splashes hard into the corner.
With massive momentum, Balfore bounces off the turnbuckles. Oblivion catches Balfore by the legs and spins around into...
Freddy Whoa: DDT!! BLACK HOLE!! BLACK HOLE!! THAT WAS JUST ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATING!!
Erin Robbins: The Hardcore Champion is face down and Oblivion looks absolutely exhausted.
Oblivion rolls Balfore over...
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion goes for the pin.
Stanley Moser slides into position...
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!! OBLIVION HAS JUST BECAME A 7 TIME HARDCORE CHAMPION!!
Freddy Whoa: This match was just amazing. As we look around, both monsters have completely destroyed the surrounding area. But, we have a new champion.
Kyle Steel: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND SEVEN TIME WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION... THE HARDCORE GOD... OBBLLIIIVVVIIOONNNN!!!
Stanley Moser helps Oblivion to his feet and hands him the WCF hardcore title. Oblivion holds the title but -
Freddy Whoa: What is this?
Oblivion starts kicking away at Balfore
Freddy Whoa: Balfore had enough. This is just too much.
Erin Robbins: Bobby Cairo through the crowd.
Cairo spins Oblivion around, kicks him in the gut and starts hammering away.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion and Balfore were just in a war and out comes Bobby Cairo.
Erin Robbins: Odin's still out cold.
Oblivion may have been through a war but he's fighting back.
Erin Robbins: Here comes ZMAC through the crowd. He's in the ring.
Oblivion lays out Cairo. ZMACS just standing there in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: They shake?!
Erin Robbins: The Honey Badger chose his old stable mate!
Freddy Whoa: Steel toe boots right the um- well.. ZMAC just hit Oblivion with his steel toe boots.
Erin Robbins: Gut Wrench Powerbomb! Shades of Oblivion right there. Whats he call that again?
Freddy Whao: The Axe Wound.
Erin Robbins: Seriously!? Why not just call it the Shannon Lerch?
ZMAC gets the hardcore title and puts lays it next to Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: Cairos getting up and ZMACS getting a mic.
ZMAC: Hey- Hey Oblivion. You might consider yourself to be the God of Hardcore but around here – to The Thickness – you aint shit!
Odin gets to his feet and slumps in the corner.
Bobby Cairo: You're Dub- Ce- EF. Thats why last week we didnt come out and shit kick you all over the arena. We have too much respect for that title. That title stained with the blood of You and The All Father. Stained with the Blood of my boy, Phillip Baines and you can't even shake Odins hand? Fuck YOU!
ZMAC and Cairo go over to Oblivion so ZMAC can curb stomp him onto the title.
Freddy Whoa: Curb Stomps commin'. Face first into that belt!
Erin Robbins: The lights are out!
The lights come back on. Cairo and ZMAC look confused.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivions gone!
As ZMac and Bobby Cairo looking around confused, Cairo looks down on the mat and taps ZMac on the shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: Erin, there's something written on the mat.
Written in blood...
WCF will flood with the blood of The Thickness!!
The Thickness get out of the ring and start checking under it for Oblivion as Odins still slumped in the corner
Erin Robbins: The lights cam back – what the hell!
Freddy Whoa: Cairo and ZMAC are gone. Oblivion's still no where to be seen and Odin Balfore is laid out in the middle of the ring with the hardcore title laid on top of him.
Eric Price’s office is shown backstage as Eric is pacing a bit in his office with a look of concern on his face as he sees Jonathan Jakobs walk in.
Eric Price: Jon … Jon! I’m glad that you’re here!
Jon Jakobs: What’s up man? What this problem you got goin’ with Sarah?
Eric grins a bit and whispers in his ear
Jon Jakobs: Really? Tonight?! You’re not serious?
Eric Price: I’m dead serious Jon.
Jon Jakobs: But she’s already … well … good luck.
Eric Price: Thanks, it’s a tough decision but it has to be done!
Eric is shown leaving his office with a confident grin on his face
Freddy Whoa: Eric Price told Sarah Twilight at the beginning of the show that she’d get what she deserves, we’ll find out what that is next.
Erin Robbins: Well welcome back fans, Eric Price already in the ring and he’s about to deliver his announcement regarding Sarah Twilight!
Eric Price still wearing the same suit as earlier, sunglasses on still
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell plays over the speaker system of the Wesbanco Arena coming back from commercial break with Eric Price already standing in the ring, microphone in hand, his titles curiously not with him at that moment.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the chairman of the board, owner, and CIO of EPPW as well as the EPPW Internet, Elite, and United States Champion, Mr. Eric Price!
Crowd boos loudly.
Eric Price: Thank you for that warm reception. Folks, this has not been an easy night and I have thought about this decision quite a bit.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: All I’m asking for is at least one modicum of respect, THAT’S ALL I ASK!
Crowd boos loudly.
Eric Price: I know Morientes in my office certainly made his point of view felt but ultimately this is my decision and I think it’s one that has to be made for the greater good. Therefore at this time, I would like request the presence of the CEO and Executive Vice President of Human Resources of EPPW, the former EPPW World Champion … SARAH TWILIGHT!
Crowd boos even more loudly now as “The Only One” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system. 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: And you have to wonder what’s going to happen here. Sarah Twilight turned her back several months ago on the fans, on her friends in Genesis, on everyone to join this man Eric Price and now Eric Price is basically threatening her with her job!
Sarah Twilight slowly makes her way down to the ring, glaring directly at Eric Price unphased by any of his words as pure anger and hatred takes over her expression toward him as he just stands in the ring looking at her questionably while also looking at his watch indicating as if he is in a hurry to move things along.
Erin Robbins: I … I don’t like to comment on personal matters like this but I just don’t see why Eric Price would threaten someone as great as Sarah Twilight with this. Bravado and the Price/Twilight alliance need to remain in tact, I just hope Eric Price does … well … does the right thing for business and for himself.
Eric Price: Tick tock Sarah, tick tock, get in the ring already!
Sarah looks even more annoyed as she is being treated by Eric as some expendable commodity but nevertheless, she gets in the ring and as Eric offers her his microphone, she walks right past him and grabs her own microphone.
Eric Price: Fine. Look Sarah, at the beginning of this broadcast earlier tonight some near two odd hours ago, I told you that I was going to be respected and that you needed to tow the line and do what I say. I have for the most part been tolerant and accepting of you having your way and being as demanding as you have been but it’s starting to get out of hand. Two weeks ago, you came back without even so much as a simple phone call to tell me what you were planning to do! Then not even a week later, you start publicly disagreeing with me over Twitter on how I was choosing to handle business. The other day, you stormed into my home and questioned how I handled my own living arrangements, honestly who do you think you are?!
Sarah Twilight: I’m Sarah Twilight, the greatest professional wrestler of all fucking time, that’s who the fuck I am!
Crowd gives a mixed reaction of boos and cheers, mostly boos as they don’t know how to react at what’s transpiring in the ring
Eric is beside himself at this response
Eric Price: See … this is what I’m talking about! You once again being disrespectful to me. But I think I’ve figured it out, I think I finally realized what this is all about with you. Your demeanor, your constant anger, your hatred of everything, I think I’ve finally understood what causes this for you! So with that in mind, I’m going to do something I never thought I’d do and I’ve given this a lot of thought and consideration, I really have but it’s what is best for business, for myself, and for everyone! So with that in mind, I threatened you with your job and that I would make a final decision in this ring tonight and I am here tonight to tell you that I am going to do what many people have asked me to do, what the fans have asked me to do!
Crowd starts cheering loudly.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: He’s not going to fire her now is he?! He can’t do that!
Freddy Whoa: He can, he’s the boss!
Sarah looks even angrier now and looks ready for a fight as Eric grins a bit and takes off his sunglasses
Eric Price: SARAH TWILIGHT … it’s time for me to do the right thing for you, for these people, and for the business so …
Freddy Whoa: Come on Eric, do it! GET IT OVER WITH!
Eric Price: We’ve been in this business together for a long time, we came in about the same time and we both rose to the top. Tonight, I made sure you became a Tag Team Champion. We made it together and we’ve had a great alliance together therefore…
Eric gets on one knee with a jewelry case…
Eric Price: Sarah Twilight … will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world and marrying me?!
Crowd boos louder than ever now!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!
Eric opens the small box to reveal a ring with a rather large diamond on it as he smiles toward Sarah. She looks almost compleetely disgusted by this. She paces around the ring a few times, having to keep looking back at Eric on his knees with a giant diamond ring in order to believe he was actually doing this. It doesn't help matters that the arena speakers begin blaring with a sappy ... sickening tune.
"Did you ever know that you're my hero? You're everything I wish I could be.
I can fly higher than an eagle ... cause you are the wind beneath my wings."
As the Bette Midler tune plays throughout the arena .... the crowd just boos like MAD and Sarah seems repulsed by the song ... the setup, everything.
Erin Robbins: I ... I don't even know what to say about this. Love and romance are not the type of things you associate with Sarah Twilight. I mean, Eric might be in more danger with what he's doing than he would have beeen if he'd just fired her.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa ... like WHOA! I can't even try and guess if he is serious with this. Who the hell even has the nerve to ask Sarah Twilight on a date let alone to marry them? Good luck with that one, bro.
Erin Robbins: Judging by how she's responding to it ... I think Eric is going home broken hearted tonight.
Sarah continues pacing, and she actually looks pissed that he is asking her to marry him. Legitimately pissed off that he is blindsiding her with this mushy romance attempt. Eric takes up the microphone again as he continues to hold the ring outstretched in his arm. The cameras get an up close view of the gorgeous piece. It was obvious Eric spared no expense.
Eric Price: I admire you for everything that you are, Sarah. This is why I knew ... I knew this had to be done. We should share the joy and the power that is so deservedly ours. With you right beside me ... we will be unbreakable. Sarah, say yes ... say that you will take my hand in marriage. Say yes to our future.
The Bette Midler tune continues to play. It only seems to further annoy Sarah. The crowd isn't happy for either one of them and voice their thoughts on the mattter very loudly.
Crowd: HELL NO! HELL NO! HELL NO! HELL NO! HELL NO!
Sarah is far from appearing anything the part of a blushing bride-to-be. In fact, she looks less happy about the proposal than the crowd does. She glares down at Eric who is still on one knee. She looks at him in the same manner that she looks down upon everyone; she looks down upon him as a pathetic human being. Eric however, continues to hold out hope as he smiles at her with beaming confidence.
Erin Robbins: So Freddy, you want to take bets as to how long until she just reaches over and strangles him?
Freddy Whoa: Hell, I would have lost that bet five minutes ago.
Sarah continues to look down at Eric ... finally she takes the mic to her lips.
Sarah Twilight: Get the hell off of your knees. What the hell do you think you're doing?
Eric's smile fades away and he slowly rises to his feet, sighing heavily.
Sarah Twilight: Marry you? MARRY YOU?! What the hell are you ON?
Eric continues to sigh. Once again, he feels humiliated and embarrassed. There is no response for this kind of rejection. No witty remarks that will make it better. Though Eric should have anticipated such an answer. Though perhaps he had just hoped somehow it would be different. Sarah shakes her head at him again, seriously looking agitated by the entire fiasco.
Erin Robbins: And this response is what is to be expected. Sarah Twilight doesn't love anyone but herself. Eric Price was trying to live out a pipe dream. He just needs to be content with the two of them remaining business partners.
Freddy Whoa: I almost feel sorry for him ... almost.
Sarah Twilight: This is exactly what I'm talking about with you, Eric. You're too sucking sensitive. You have no idea what the hell you're doing and you sure as HELL aren't in charge around here. Who the FUCK is going to listen to some sorry, sappy sack of shit like you? You might have the title, but let's be honest here ... without me, you wouldn't be ...
She pauses mid sentence, thinking about something. Eric just stands there with his head hung, taking the verbal abuse. Sarah looks down at the ring once more and then back at Eric. A grin forms upon her face as she continues to ponder. Suddenly she reaches over and takes the ring from its box and she looks at it for a looooooong moment before finally placing it on her finger. The crowd ERUPTS in boos. Eric's eyes snap open wide as he realizes she just accepted by placing the ring on her finger.
Erin Robbins: Holy shit! No way!
Freddy Whoa: That is an unholy union if I ever saw one! We can say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Satan.
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight actually accepted Eric's proposal ... I never ... EVER thought I'd see that happen!
The crowd continues to boo louder than ever as Eric is practically jumping for joy in the middle of the ring. He moves forward to give Sarah a hug, but she brushes him off, instead making her way toward the ropes to exit the ring.
Erin Robbins: I guess that is as close to a "yes" as you can get from Sarah Twilight. Eric has his small victory however, being as she hasn't disembowled him.
Freddy Whoa: I would wager to say that Eric Price is indeed the luckiest man on Earth in that regard. But you have to wonder if he'll be as happy as he thinks by marrying someone like Sarah?
Just as Sarah moves to exit the ring, the lights flash into darkness, the arena covered and filled with shadows. Darkness fills every nook and cranny in the entire arena. The crowd reacts with loud cheers, as they know exactly what is going on. Although instead of static filling the arena speakers, Ready, Aim, Fire by Imagine Dragons surround the entire arena air. The Wheeling, West Virgina fans become even louder filling the arena with deafening cheers.
Erin Robbins: What is going on?!
Freddy Whoa: The Masked Man is here to rain on Eric and Sarah's little parade!
Eric Robbins: Ohh come on, this is a magical moment here in the EPPW! Nothing should interrupt this!
The lights flash back on to show Eric and Sarah in the ring, the absolute anger can be seen in the eyes of Eric. Sarah, with a disguisted look on her face. They both look around, trying to find where the masked man is hiding, while the fans still going crazy. Finally, appearing from the stage is the masked man dressed in his usual dark attire. He slowly walks down to the middle of the ramp where he kneels down. His right hand traveling from his side to his back pants pocket, pulling out a microphone, and raising it to his mouth.
As soon as he pulls the microphone from his pocket multiple of fans in the stands pull hoodies from the bottom of their chairs. Every single hoodie, has been flopped over the fan's heads, almost covering their eyes as the crowd once again erupts with chants and cheers. Eric runs over and grabs the microphone that was laying on the ring mat previously.
Eric Price: YOU ARE NOT GOING TO...
The masked man refuses to be interrupted as he interrupts Eric in return. He raises his right hand and shakes his index finger in a form of disciplining Eric. The masked man then follows on by continuing with his entrance.
Masked Man: Eric, Eric, Eric, I think you need to be happy. I mean this is a great occasion!
The arena is flooded with multiple boos from the Wheeling fans. Eric and Sarah look aroudn with aggravated and puzzled looks on their faces.
Erin Robbins: What is he doing here?! This should be Eric and Sarah's moment, not his!
Freddy Whoa: He said that he was here to congratulate them Eric, let the man speak!
Erin Robbins: No! He is forcing these fans to boo and jear these two amazing people, wrestlers and now spouses!
The masked man interrupts the crowd, as he continues on to talk to the newly engaged.
Masked Man: Now, now, Wheeling...
A huge pop of cheers from the crowd.
Masked Man: These two individuals obviously love each other very much they definately showed that tonight, and I am truly happy for both of them. I mean Sarah, after all you are the first woman to ever become the World Champion. You have multiples of accolades, but nothing to share it with, well now that has changed. Now you have a man that will happily make money off of you, and market you to the fullest extent just to get another penny in his large pocket. Which I mean is the reason you fell in love with him anyway Sarah, am I right? I mean the money and superiority he had over everyone in this company was a mighty good perk to have in such a stingy man.
Of course I speak about the man to your left, the man that enjoyed all the money coming from your publicity, and not to mention the side action that took place in the bosses office. Of course that man, is none other than the owner of the EPPW, Eric Price! But there was something missing, the action and the money wasn't enough to satisfy Eric, was it? He needed something else, something sparkly and gold. Something that would symbolize something of such integrity. In all seriousness, I am thrilled for the both of you, I truly am. This is a big moment for both of you, Mr. and Mrs Price, or if you are taking here name then of course Twilight.
Seriously Eric, who wears the pants in this relationship? I mean sure, you are the all mighty master of the EPPW, but from what I have proven the past couple of months shows that you can't even run a show, let alone a relationship. Week after week I have rained on your little parade, attacking you and your staff, showing who the real weak individual between the two of us really is.
The crowd uproars with cheers once again. Eric once again raises the microphone up to his lips as his eyes shimmer in complete anger.
Eric Price: I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU COMING OU...
The masked man lifts himself up from the ramp and raises his voice to Eric, turning his calm and collected voice into all out rage.
Masked Man: YOU DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME ERIC! I AM NOT THE PREY HERE, I AM THE HUNTER, AND I SEE TWO NICE TROPHIES TO HANG ABOVE MY FIREPLACE! I dont think you understand the complete situation that you are in Eric. You see, I am here for a reason, I am not just here to flood your wedding party, that is nothing but a small perk. I am here tonight to prove to you what you really are going to be dealing with in the weeks to come.
Eric, this WAR has just begun, but it seems you are more worried about arguing with your employees rather than worrying about your biggest threat. I see you yapping and yapping about #EricPriceisFairLeadership, and Eric I think that everyone here in the state of not only West Virginia, but the entire WCF Universe is tired of hearing it! You are making it too damn easy Eric! Your priorities are turned around, I am currently sitting at the bottom of that list when I should be at the top!
The pain is only temperary, your wounds will heal, but at the end of all of this there will be a terrible taste left in your mouth. You see Eric, you could have been preparing for this WAR that is about to migrate to your front door. But you have stayed ignorant and foolish, you have left the door right open, and it is almost the time for me to strike down upon you and your empire!
The crowd cheers once again at full blast, Eric and Sarah still looking on, growing more bitter towards the masked man by each word.
Masked Man: My gun is loaded Eric, and now my scope is sighted, it is only about time until I apply that pressure and finish what I started. I have been awaiting in the shadows for 7 months. Slowly attacking men that chose a path, and unfortunately for them it was the wrong path. You see Eric, most of the men that I attacked, hasnt't returned to the ring in weeks. They have all been small game, the rabbits, the squirrels, but now I have my sights set on the big buck. The king of the forrest, and he is going to look good above my fireplace, with his brand new gold engagement ring on his finger.
I am in position, and it is only a matter of time before I...
Eric Price: I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! SECURITY!
Dozens of security guards flood from the backstage area as the masked man runs towards the ring. Out of no where the security guards stop in their tracks. The fans in the front row who put on the dark hoodies have all gathered together and are now attacking the security guards like dogs.
Erin Robbins: WHAT IS GOING ON!?
Freddy Whoa: THE ENTIRE PLACE IS GOING CRAZY!
While the crowd continues to attack the guards, on the titantron the view of the arena parking lot is seen with more men wearing more black hoodies. Although these men are carrying aluminum bats and crobars. They are marching in a line as the camera moves with them, very shaky, obviously not handled by a professional camera man.
Erin Robbins: What has this masked man done?! This is a disaster!
More and more fans with hoodies flood ringside, taking all the storaged chairs from the announcers table and begin to smash them on anything they can find. Eric and Sarah are stuck in the middle of the ring forced to just looks on. Sarah is looking around yelling at the fans with chairs, attempting to calm them and force them to stop. Eric's eyes are glued to the titantron, watching the line of fans march through the parking lot. They come across to the limozene of none other than Eric Price, taking the bats and crowbars to the windows and headlights.
Eric looks on with rage as he looks around to find fans everywhere, chairs thrown all around the arena, destruction around every corner. The titantron turns from the parking lot to the merchandise in the hallways of the arena. Men with black hoodies are charging the merchandise shops and stores, grabbing any piece of wear that contains the words Eric Price, Bravado, and even EPPW. From one sleeve to the other they rip the merchandise to shreads and as soon as one is torn, they move on to the next.
The sight still leaves Eric in is tracks, staring at the titantron, chairs being thrown around the arena; merchandise being ripped to pieces, his own personal vehicles being demolished by aluminum bats and crowbars. Eric slowly makes a 180 degree turn towards the announce table, that is now abandoned with papers and materials all around it. He sets his eyes on the masked man, who comfortably placed perched himself on top of the table.
Once Eric sets his eyes on the masked man, the masked man does nothing but one minor motion. He simply shrugs his shoulders in responce. Eric still can't believe his eyes, but he finally decides to take action. Reaching for the microphone is Eric, but one of the hooded fans reaches in the ring and slides it out of the ring. Eric then resorts to his last option, his own voice. He beigns to yell and scold everyone still in the arena. The destruction is so loud you can only here the pitch of his voice, but not the words coming from his mouth.
The camera now being handled by a fan zooms in on Eric, his eyes flared with anger. He puts his hand in front of the camera pushing it out of his face, as the screen all of a sudden turns pitch black. The audio is cut from the sounds of destruction to nothing but static...all that is left of EPPW is darkness.